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kidney9-9 · 3 years ago

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Nobody's Perfect - Loki

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A Loki x teen little!sister fic? Where shes a perfectionist but having trouble w/ learning to fight as well as do her magic right? And she feels like she’s letting Thor and Odin down b/c of fighting problems and Loki and Frigga down b/c of Magic problems? And Loki finds his normally stoic sister crying and comforts her telling like she’s young, still learning and she’ll get better but she doesn’t have to be perfect. That’s not why they love her. Angst but then fluffity fluff? Please 😄

Hi sweetie! Thanks for sending this in! I hope you enjoy it, please read the warnings first. Thank you :) Everyone's alive and well and happy in this! Not a fix-it but more like ignoring some bits of canon! (alexa, play nobody's perfect by hannah montana lmao)

Loki x sister!Reader [Platonic Relationship/Angst to happy ending] Warnings: Descriptions of fighting, injuries, and blood. Use of magic and magic gone wrong, self deprecation imagery Word Count: 2.1k

You slammed your right fist into the wood that your brother was holding, and you harshly blinked back at the pain spluttering across your hand as you turned yourself away from Thor. You couldn't let him see that your hand was hurt. Instead, you shoved it into a side pocket, turning back to him with a blank stare.

"I want to work on my kicking instead." you spoke up, quickly glancing at the piece of wood you couldn't break. Thor sighed, gazing down at you to consider something for a moment.

"Kicking will not help you in battle." he responded, shaking his head slightly, "but perhaps we could go back to the wooden swords? We have the smaller ones, so you can practice again."

He grinned at you hesitantly as you kicked the ground with no energy, not reacting to his words.

Why did he need to get you a smaller version of a wooden sword? You could pick one up, you knew it! Why would he doubt you this way, when you know you would easily lift up a steel sword. You grumbled in your head for a split second before nodding his way and walking towards the shed.

Your eyes were casted down once again, and you made no reaction as you saw your hand already started to bruise when you pulled it out of your pocket. You briefly turned your hand around and grimaced silently as you saw the obvious broken thumb. You cursed yourself in your head, realizing you punched the wrong way.

You tightened your hand into a fist again, this time properly, ignoring the pain and you swore you would remember it next time.

In the shed, Thor was whistling a random tune he said he once heard on earth. Your training hasn’t been going well recently. He stuck to the methods of how he was trained when you first begun, but he quickly realized it was a mistake. Now he was trying to follow a coaching video made by Steve, that peter once showed him.

Even though it was a funny video, Thor learned a few things about how to coach and he started to see a few improvements from the beginning of your training.

You were tough on yourself when Thor’s teaching changed, and you found it similar as to how your mom had started to treat you during magic lessons as well. Or how your dad had given you compliments when you were doing things wrong.

It all felt disgusting and discouraging. You felt like a disappointment to them when you failed at everything you did, but you kept your attitude cool. You didn't want to disappoint them even more if you were to complain about such things.

Odin walked into the shed, grinning in delight at the fact he found you and Thor. "Sword training?" he lightly spoke up, causing Thor to spin around with a loud laugh.

"of course! She's doing quite amazing." Thor announced and you rolled your eyes to yourself, not believing a word he just said. You knew he was trying to make you feel better, but everything he said and did was a horrible attempt at teaching. You felt at this point you'd never learn or amount to anything.

"Stop it. We will continue!" you whipped out, a harsh tone to your voice, and the sting in your thumb started to burn even more. You ignored it still as you waved the sword into the air. Thor practically jumped at your words, finding it off.

"I know how to hold a sword. I know I can handle a regular steel sword, just like you and anyone else." you continued, not paying attention to the way your dad frowned and analyzed your stance.

Thor watched as well, eyeing the wobbly hold you had on the sword and after a moment of silence, he shook his head.

"We shall take a break." Thor tried to say in a neutral tone, but you could tell by the way he stared at you, something was wrong.

Of course, it was, something was always wrong with you, you felt like.

"Okay," you paused, closing your eyes to calm yourself down. You didn't want your family to see you this way. You walked away, tossing the sword to the ground. Odin and Thor watched as you left, before turning to each other.

"something's wrong." Odin spoke up once he made sure you were out of hearing range. Thor nodded to his father, sighing to himself.

"she's too tough on herself." Thor replied quickly, agreeing with what Odin said. It was true, Thor and anyone else could see that your sword and fight training was hard for you.

He felt like he was pushing too hard, but even now with how he changed his teaching skills, it was you who would push too hard. You would push beyond your limits to the point of exhaustion if it meant you'd achieved a goal.

Neither Odin nor Thor could do anything about it though, knowing it would only taunt you into wanting to train more.

By the time you the main halls, you decided to go to the library, hoping that you'd fix your thumb with a little spell that your mom taught you. She insisted that you try it if you got hurt, and now you knew it was time to practice up on your magic skills instead of fighting.

You felt the need to be good at one or the other. It didn't really matter which, but now you felt as though you were failing at both! It was terrible, and you were becoming a different person with how your attitude would break and spill over with hurtful emotions. You didn't like how much it affected you, but you wanted to be good at something so your family wasn't disappointed in you.

You believed that if you were good at one of the skills, then you would be pegged as part of the family, finally. That the princess would be seen as part of a royal and strong family in Asgard. You wanted to be good at either so you could make your family proud of you and help them with Asgard.

You frustratedly huffed out a sigh and hugged yourself. You couldn't go to anyone now for comfort, especially if you wanted to be seen as a tough warrior or great at magic. You started to sniffle more, finally letting yourself cry silently.

"Now, where are you going?" you heard a taunting voice slither behind you. You stopped in your step, recognizing it was your other brother, Loki.

"Library." you responded, keeping your voice steady, trying to hide the emotions that were pent up from today.

"For? Reading books I assume, since that is the library's function." Loki chatted along, not noticing as you moved your hand up to your face, frantically pushing off any tears that formed in your eyes.

"I'm going to practice a spell." You mumbled, glancing down to the swollen thumb. You frowned down to it, irritated that it happened but you were glad it wasn't very painful.

"Which one?" He hummed back, now walking by your side, still looking ahead. He didn't seem to notice you pushed your hand into your pocket or the small tear stains on your face.

You did your best not to cry again, but it was pretty hard. You didn't respond to him this time, looking down to try to keep him away. Maybe he would get the idea and leave you alone, that's what you hoped for.

It was best if you tried this by yourself of course. Especially after so many fails with magic now. You winced even thinking back to the last lesson. You accidently turned a fly into a mouse, and watched it flail, trying to fly again. You remembered how your mom sighed sadly at the disappointing turn of events, and it made you bite down on your lip harshly, trying to keep back your tears even more now.

Loki finally looked to you.

He couldn't believe what he saw. Instead of his usual sister, the stoic but lovable one, he saw you as you were now. You were deeply hurt, emotionally and physically, your eyes were almost swollen with how much you've tried to stop crying but you couldn't.

And the stains left on your face, Loki felt terrible and angry.

"What happened? Who did this to you?" He demanded, fully turning around, and grabbing your arms. He shook you a bit, not meaning to but he was so angry all of a sudden. He didn't understand why you were crying.

You never cried! It was not possible to see you crying now like this. You were almost like Loki, quiet and reserved, but you showed so much more determination than he ever did. Now, he could barely see it in your eyes.

"Who?" He spoke again, softer this time.

"Who do you think?" You sputtered out, shaking your head. You couldn't help but laugh loudly, feeling absolutely pathetic.

"Me! It's me. I can't do anything right or correct. I'm a mess up!" You pushed out, now sobbing as you tried to push your hand deeper into your pocket, but it hurt too much now.

"What are you talking about?" Loki whispered, feeling confused. His head started to spin as you started to cry more, your words coming out in sobs.

"I'm the screw up of the family... I'm bad at everything I do, I can't be a part of this family until I'm good at something. I mess everything up. I'm nothing but a disappointment to you all!"

He shook his head to you slowly, not wanting to believe you really thought that. It was all wrong. You were never a disappointment to anyone in this family. You were the brilliant pearl of this family, the one that was always there for any of them. You were the glue of this family, you managed to bring everyone back together, after everything that's happened.

"Stop." He murmured. His heart started to crack, as he wondered how long you truly thought yourself to be a disappointment. He pulled you into a hug, holding you tightly.

"You can't say that, please stop. You're young! Very young, you're still learning the basics, and that's normal." He paused for a second, trying to help you focus on his words.

"By the time I was in my teen years, I still had trouble with easy spells. You're doing so good with magic, you're passing what I did, with ease. But most of all, don't push yourself so hard."

You started to calm your crying down, now sniffling as you listened to your brother's words.

"And Thor - don't get me started about that oaf. He still doesn't know how to aim. You are improving still, you are learning! You're still a student, and you're young. You will get better." He sighed out at the end, pulling away from the hug.

You nodded slowly to his words before he spoke up again. "And you don't need to be perfect. None of us are. Even if you think we're perfect, trust me, we are not." Loki spoke and you sniffled a little again.

Everything he was saying made sense to you. You didn't realize that your brothers had that trouble when they were younger, and even around your age. You convinced yourself that you needed to be at the same level of expertise as they were, but now you knew that you still needed to learn more.

You needed lots of practice still, and even if you got things wrong, you could take a break and practice again later.

"I'm sorry..." You trailed off, wiping your leftover tears away and Loki's eyes widened when he saw your thumb.

"Don't apologize. You have nothing to apologize for, in fact, I'm sorry for letting you even think this! It's my duty as your brother to take care of you, and I didn't notice this, I'm sorry." Loki apologized back, and he slowly pulled your hand into his.

With a quick murmur, the pain in your thumb pushed away, and you couldn't feel it anymore. You knitted your eyebrows together at him, confused at how easy he made it look.

When you looked down to your thumb, you noticed it was still broken and Loki nodded back to you once you glanced to him.

"Magic can't always fix wounds. We'll go to the informatory, and then we can take a walk and think about things." Loki reassured and you smiled to him.

"Thank you." You whispered and he pulled you into a quick hug again before you two walked away.

#loki x reader #loki x you #loki fanfiction #loki laufeyson x reader #avengers fanfiction #thank you for reading and sending this in!#love y'all

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kimberly-spirits13 · 3 years ago

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Shifting (Kon Kent)

This isn’t designed to be read as a Y/N but it can be if you want

just as a prerequisite explanation to what my DR is like

This setting is where Lex Luthor takes over and controls the world and the world leaders

There is a certain group of heroes and other civilians that hide out in their own democracy/ country that is out of reach of Luthor and it’s basically a Paradise Island

The league there is made up of the Justice League heroes, some villains turned good guys like Harley, Ivy, Catwoman…, Young Justice + some Titans

I’m like the YJ team leader or whatever (just imagine female Batman engineer, scientist, gold tongue rich girl, Red Room kind of vibe) and my team is made up of Beast Boy, Wondergirl (Cassie), Rocket, Arrowette, Impulse, Static, Blue Beatle, and Red Robin (my guy best friend)

The way that I meet Kon is because I go undercover to infiltrate Lex Corps as a prisoner and then he turns to my side and we escape before causing a massive scene. He moves into the house with me and my family and then it progresses

So that sets the scene

Kon is super smart but is also a complete dumbass

Knows everything but has little common sense

We’re still working on how to make toast with this one

He loves riding motorcycles and late night car rides in my ride

His vibe is Boyfriend by Dove Cameron

Always hanging out with Tim and Bart

Superman takes him as son instead of brother

The team and I are slowly working through the iconic movies and tv shows from childhood plus some miscellaneous

His favorites so far are Suite Life on Deck and Hannah Montana

he won’t admit it but he sings the theme song in the shower for Montana

It’s hilarious

DOJA CAT STAN YALL

THIS WASN’T SCRIPTED OR ANYTHING- HE JUST IS

i’ve heard him working out to Tia Tamara SO MANY TIMES

He’s so sweet and respectful

gets his ass kicked in training by me a lot

great power adaptation but his tactical training is shit

thanks Lex

often helps with any science stuff that I’m doing in the lab

races the fighter jets that I make for the league and other troops

show off

The team always has these warehouse parties where it’s just us and a few other Titans and we just let loose

like nothing crazy before but Tim took Cassie home once

that same night I was just smacked out drunk since BART HAPPENED TO FIND SOME ADULT BEVERAGES

Kon was a gentleman and took me back home where he then DID MY SKINCARE ROUTINE and then I just slept

the next morning there was water and pain meds on the nightstand

lets me borrow his jackets and he borrows any of the clothes that he likes from my closet

Timmy has ear piercings and we often share earrings

he really likes the cuff earrings on the side of the ear

all of the boys on the team definitely have no problem getting tampons or whatever since there are girls on the team and all of their girlfriends have them used to it

Kon likes to sleep like he’s engulfed in pillows, stuffed animals, and blankets

also likes to have me sleep on top of him

Anytime there’s a life and death situation he’s cracking jokes

I think he’s lightning the mood but sometimes it’s just like ‘CONNER KENT SHUT UP WE’RE TRYING TO SHOOT THIS FLEET OF ROBOTS DOWN”

Says “yes ma’am” when I’m pissed at him or during missions

sometimes it’s just to be funny

calls Tim nicknames like- Timmy, Timbers, Caffeine Head, Timberly

Honestly he gives everyone nicknames

Cassie- Sassy Cassie (When she’s in a mood), CS, Sandy

Bart- full name, Barty, Tart, Art, Wally’s Favorite, Flash’s second favorite (only to humble him)

I told him that he needed a hobby and he works on cars now

he’s told me that he wants to try some sort of sport but not many of them sound too interesting to him

considering lacrosse

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ziggyevenstar · 2 years ago

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mandy used to be that girl…

i just want to say, “hi, you are awesome” to all the girls who used to be obsessed with the jonas brothers and peaked at being fangirls at 2006 to early 2008 - from their it’s about time album to a little bit longer. and if you were like me, i’m sure you went as far as listening to songs from when “the jonas brothers” was supposed to be just “nicholas jonas”. and you loved every bit of little nick belting everything like that “dear god” song. I know you also tried to sing along to “time for me to fly” and your throat would always hurt after.

to anyone who ever called themselves mrs. jonas and who loved them way before they signed with disney, remember when we tried to gatekeep them from people who only knew them from “when you look me in the eyes”, “year 3000″, “love bug”, or “camp rock”? remember when we wore rings and called them purity rings? or when we drank a lot of dr pepper bec it was nick’s favorite drink?

…when we were a little too invested with the miley, selena and nick’s love triangle. when we cried while watching nick sing “a little bit longer” after finding out about his type 1 diabetes.

all the cd’s you burned cause you can only find one original album - do you still have them?

remember when they joined disney, did camp rock.

and you kinda wish they didn’t.

by the time “lines, vines and trying times” came out you feel like something’s different.

then they had this cheesy tv show: jonas - we still ate it though. i believe it went on for 2 seasons. and then nothing

and then more than a decade after, you’re 27, you’re on your laptop studying law, learning about provisional remedies and all that serious stuff - you’re feeling a little sentimental and nostalgic so you play a few songs you used to like. you start with taylor swift - you sing along. you move to some hannah montana songs - you sing along.

eventually you play some jonas brothers songs - you stop typing, start banging your head.

more than a decade later you still remember all the lyrics to “mandy”, to “what i go to school for”.

suddenly you’re in high school again, you’re young and innocent, you gatekeep everything, you’re selfish and you’ve never had gone through any life learning mistakes… you remain completely unbothered by the fact that things don’t stay the same forever. you feel like life owes you opportunities. you feel infinite

and then the music stops.

#i’m mandy #dear mr tumnus

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ghost-thot69 · 3 years ago

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(I wrote this while very tired so it won’t be the best but the fanfic fingers don’t stop for anyone so I wrote some very cute rz Michael Myers and baby june fanfic after reading some fluffy fanfics of him)

Sunny Days (rz Michael Myers and June Marie Heisenberg-Myers)

TW: none. Nothing but sheer adorableness, proceed with caution ⚠️

The sun beamed down on Michael’s face. His long, unkempt, blond hair shining in the bright light as he waited outside of Westfield Elementary school. He stood as stiff as a board, except for his left foot, which he kept tapping repeatedly as he waited for June to come out of school.

He looked up at the giant clock on the outside of the school building, impatiently counting down the minutes, hell even the seconds till all the children came flooding out. A couple of parents would stare at him in intimidation. They, despite not knowing that he was a local mass murderer, we’re still very much afraid of him. I mean who wouldn’t be when a 6 foot 7 tall man who barely spoke a word to you or anybody else aside from his daughter, who had hair covering a majority of his chiseled face and had piercing blue eyes, was standing right next to you.

Michael wasn’t quite fond of having his face being shown either. He much preferred to have it hidden behind either one of his masks, however he can’t risk that chance of being caught. God knows what Dr Loomis and the cops would do to his kid if they arrested and/or killed him. And there was another reason why he kept his mask off in public. He loved seeing the cute little smile on June’s face when she saw him smile at her.

Michael’s mind began to wander on what he and June would do after school together. Would they go out for ice cream? Maybe play at the park? Whatever he had settled on, it was interrupted by the loud ringing of the school bell telling the kids it was time to go home.

Due to his height, he could easily see the kids coming out and was able to pick out June from the rest of them. However he wasn’t able to see her this time, it was hard to miss her with her long and wavy brown locks that came down to her ankles. Michael squinted his eyes to see if she was somewhere in the back amongst the crowd of little children running to their parents or the school bus, but she was nowhere to be seen.

Michael’s blood began to rush, worried that something might have happened to her that the school didn’t tell him about. He began to press forward towards the building before his ears picked up the little pitter-patter of tiny shoes on the ground.

“Papa!” A soft voice called out to him.

Michael looked up at the stairs, and rushing out the large doors came June, a piece of paper in her tiny hand. When she saw him, her face beamed happily, her taking a giant leap off the stairs and into the air.

Michael snapped out of his worried daze and held his arms out to catch her, the tiny girl landing in his large, muscular arms. June happily threw her arms around him in a hug, and nuzzled her face into his. “Papa! Papa!!” She cheered, covering his face in kisses.

Michael breathed out a sigh of relief before smiling at her, pushing the hair out her face. “Hello pumpkin.” He said softly. “How was school?”

June wiggled out of his arms and landed on the ground, jumping up and down happily. “It was good! Oh here here here!” She said, her handing him the paper she had in her hands.

Michael tried to grab it but she was so hyper that it shook before he really could get a hold of it. He chuckled before managing to grab it from her and looked at it. “What is it sweetheart?” He asked, tilting it to get a better look.

What was on the now slightly crumpled piece of paper was a drawing of what looked like him, Jason, herself and a very…very crudely drawn Freddy with the words “stinky pepperoni man” scribbled on it. Right next to them was their home and a couple of flowers, some grass, and the sun. In the corner was some sort of mysterious red stain.

“I drew this today! It's me, you and bubba Jason! Oh and Freddy’s there too I guess.” She murmured, her messing with her feet. “I’m mad at Stu, he got ketchup on it during lunch…”

Michael smiled. The drawing melted his heart, he looked on the back and saw that she had written “my family” on it. It made him happy that, even though she was adopted, and she knew that she was, that she sees them all as her family. He folded up the paper and put it in the pack pocket of his coveralls. He kneeled down to be at her height before taking her in a big hug, almost lifting her off the ground. “I love it,pumpkin. Thank you.”

June gasped out happily, throwing her arms around his neck to hug him back. Michael let her go and stood up, and grabbed her hand. They began to walk back to their home.

“So what are we going to do today papa?”

Michael hummed, looking up at the sky and then down at her. “Well I was thinking we can take the car and drive to the ice cream place?”

Ice cream? June love, love, LOVES ice cream. She frantically shook her head yes, clapping her hands in agreement. “Yes! Yes we gotta go!”

Michael laughed, swinging her arm as they walked. “Alright, let’s go eat then, you can get all the toppings you want.” He instantly regretted saying that. June is a hyper child and knowing her, she’d pile her ice cream in rainbow and chocolate sprinkles, gummy bears and whatever sweet treats that really shouldn’t be used as ice cream toppings, her little heart desires, but he couldn’t resist her. When she was left at his doorsteps as a baby, she changed his life for the better. He didn’t mind spoiling her, but not too much.

Hours later, Michael was laying down on the old, rundown, paisley yellow couch with June asleep on his chest, her snoring softly. The tv was on, playing whatever show she liked. He really couldn’t understand the concept of this young singer who hides her identity by just putting on a blonde wig and her and her friends' shenanigans and why this appealed to June, but it made her happy and that’s all that mattered to him.

Jason was off to the side, drinking a cup of hot chocolate through his mask, looking at the both of them all cheerfully, his energy radiating off the living room walls that, if you turned off the lights, Jason would be beaming head to toe like a lantern.

Freddy walked in, him groaning and rubbing his eye, him poking Jason in the shoulder. “Jason, stop it.” He grumbled, him walking to the couch that Michael and June were on and reached for the remote.

Michael slapped his hand away and shot a deathly glare up at him. “June’s show is on. Don’t you dare change that channel.”

Freddy hissed, shaking his hand which was now more red than it normally was. “What’s the big fuckin deal? She’s asleep and it’s just stupid ass Hannah Montana!”

Michael’s glare grew more intense, him slowly sitting up while holding a sleeping June closer to his chest so she wouldn’t fall. “I said, don’t. Touch. The God damn. Remote.” He hissed, violence backing up his words.

Freddy held his hands up in defense and scoffed, backing up. “Alright fine geez, I’ll watch tv in the kitchen then, good fuckin’ greif.” He muttered, making his way to the kitchen.

Michael rolled his eyes in annoyance and laid back down slowly so as to not wake up June. Lo and behold, she was miraculously still asleep, rubbing her eyes as she slept.

Michael flashed a warm smile down at her before leaning over and planting a kiss on the top of her head.

Jason looked back over to the two before getting up and reaching into a small closet, digging through it before pulling out a small blue blanket. He waddled over as quietly as possible and laid the blanket over June and gave her a pat on her head, his hand ten times the size of her head.

Michael smiled and then turned his attention back to the tv. Before he had realized it the sun was down, and the Disney channel was playing whatever original movie that was causing a whole scene in her school. Teenagers, BLEGH! Dancing and singing about basketball, romance and whatever, He wasn’t paying attention. To be honest, he’d rather be watching the little mermaid, but the songs were catchy.

Michael let out a loud, very audible yawn before covering his mouth instantly and looked down at June, who again, was somehow still asleep through all the loud noise that went on. Jason was asleep on the couch behind him and using Freddy as some sort of teddy bear. Freddy was probably drunk off his ass to really care, but he was definitely going to feel his bones being crushed in the morning.

Michael huffed out and smiled at them all. He didn’t want to admit it to Freddy or Jason, but he was very glad that he had those two around him. The more he thought about the drawing June made for him of them as a family, the more he admitted that they were indeed a family. Originally, they were just there for hiding, though Freddy could go in and out of the dream realm as much as he pleases, he didn’t really need to hide, but I guess he stayed for whatever reason. Still, he needs to pay his rent. When June arrived, however, they did see themselves slowly becoming closer. They really were becoming a family.

June yawned, rolling over some, which snapped Michael out of his thoughts. He looked down at her and smiled, rubbing her cheek with his finger and moving her hair out of her face. He began to hum as he got up slowly from the couch and snuck past the other two and made his way up the stairs to June’s room. He began to navigate the room in the dark, making his way through stuffed toys and paper and crayons laid across the floor. He managed to find her bed, him pulling back the blanket and placing her in the sheets, laying her head on a pillow. He tucked her in blankets and laid under her arm a purple plush bunny.

June gently stirred about before a smile crept on her face in sleep.

Michael had leaned over and gave her a kiss on her head one last time before backing up and switching on a mushroom shaped night light that illuminated the room in a soft blue glow. “Goodnight Pumpkin. I love you.” He whispered, slowly closing the door behind him.

June rubbed her eyes, curling up in a ball under the blanket and held her bunny closer to her.

“I wuv..you too papa.”

#dead by daylight #horror #michael myers #rz michael myers #rz Michael myers fanfic #halloween 2007 #michael myers fanfic #writing #my writing

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lovelydiamond500 · 4 years ago

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@holdlikehamberger I LITERALLY got to work drawing her as soon as you were all “Yeah it’s cool you use my fic as a prompt” Thank you! I typically Use Gacha Club cause as you can see I draw like a 5 year old but I thought that would seem low effort so I wanted to draw her even if she did look terrible I did make a Gacha Character for a reference for her design though but that Outfit’s all my Doing for better or worse!

Sorry if it’s a bit Blurry or small also Credit to @theotomaiden that’s what it said in the Description of their Deviant Art which is EmilyTsukinami

(I’ll Retype the text I did Smaller purposefully so it’d fit well and the ones I just want to Add comment on)

Name Meaning: Young Rabbit/And or Angel (Cause I couldn’t between Naming her Angelica or Bunny I pulled a Hannah Montana and did both)

Place of Birth: KarlHeinz’s Castle (Is it even a castle? Idk man I was thinking of being all ~Christa’s Cell~ but 1 She was meant to be a little bit unborn cause she was supposed to be Subaru’s Twin but cause KarlHeinz’s being ~Weird~ He said “~let’s have a kinda delayed one so I can make her an Interesting Backstory and experiment on her~” {Insert Skelator Noises} 2 I thought the thought was a little needlessly gruesome)

Body Type: this was after the artwork but I imagine her having like a Thicker Body type not fat just Soft ya know? ~Like a Bunny~ and I believe Endomorph is the right word for that type of Body type

Likes: People food (Human Food) Good Company (Trauma Showing part 1) Flowers (Get it? Cause she owns a Toyota Subaru?) Dressing Up (She really likes her mom and wants to be elegant like her hot take for people I know) Roller Blading (I was looking for pose references and saw Cardcaptor Sakura roller blading remembered how cool that looked and said...”Yes she’s doing that”) and Friends and Family Especially

Dislikes: Being alone too long isolation Being inside for long periods of time (Trauma showing part 2) Blood a little bit (she was under the impression she was human for awhile)

Habits: Biting into Stuff with her one tooth (Yeah It makes her hate/Deeply Crave Relationship with Blood even weirder but she’s getting over it so she can like live or something) she taps stuff whenever she’s waiting for something

Love interest: no but like literally I HAVE NOT decided yet so far in my Dia lovers Oc Canon Kino Shin Carla and Yuma are the only options because I despise The livestock man deeply

Backstory: Ok! So KarlHeinz’s experimented on her in the womb as you do when your Him cause he wanted to make something Specific with her The first step into making a Human Race with SUPA BLOOD or “Apple”..I mean This Franchise is already kinda obsessed with Adam and Eve why can’t I? Well I guess she was the first and a failure (Hence Blood type Apple 0) so out of sheer “I’m KarlHeinz’s NO CHILD IS GONNA WIND UP NORMAL IN THIS HOUSEHOLD” move he locked her up with Christa outta spite or something or whatever (he may be powerful but in my mind he’s a literal weirdo creep ok? I’m sorry I’m telling it as I see it as a Somewhat casual fan) Her brother’s all Visit her and they’re essentially the only reason she made it at all but only little bits of rat blood would last her so long till she entered a comatose state and Because She needs to go Missing because I said so and cause she brought her brother’s closer KarlHeinz’s basically just Yeets her in a coffin into the sea when she was 5 and she wound up in Japan aka where everything happens and she wakes up with amnesia because of course And some Childless Couple take her in also she had a magic Book with her idk if Is Christa’s Yet I try to have Restraint when it comes to doing weird stuff with canon stuff but hey man sometimes you gotta have cringe like that

*Clears throat* and now I present a little short story

The Therapist sat there with an Uninterested look

Therapist: and you're really insisting this recurring dream is THIS significant to your mental state?

Bunny: Yes!! I've a dream like it every day for as long as i can remember!

The Therapist: *Sighs* Fine Tell me one of your Dreams again then...

"Buru! Buru! You're here!" I'm reaching for the same White haired little boy i saw everynight through the same bars likely in the same Dungeon i seem to be in he takes my REALLY small hands In his small but albeit bigger hands "I always come Bunny!" I actually told my Ma and Pa about the name this boy called me and they asked if i wanted that and i actually said yes it's Strange on the outside but it always did feel Familiar "You bring the good stuff?!" I was bouncing up and down against the Bars he Sighed "No no Croissants in the kitchen as far as i could tell but i did get Normal bread!" He looked Kinda like he was Upset i didn't let exactly what i wanted so every single time without hesitation in this dream i grabbed both his tiny cheeks taking them as fully in my hands as i could through bars "Buru! There's always next time! Even split it with you!" Shooting him the biggest grin i could muster but i felt weak in all honesty and we all know Croissants have all the necessary Vitamins in them and you live off them right? But normal bread would have to do i always thought if i willed enough for Croissants in my dream I'd get them but these dreams...remain constant then a little boy with red locks and Bright Green eyes Appears every time and...this is arguably the weirdest part of my dream "Bun Chan~! Big brother Laito is here!" He held up a tiny bag about the size of say a Carnival goldfish...filled with blood..anyways we put it on the blood on the bread Don't Misunderstand!! I didn't like it and it was uncomfortable but more in a way where instead of possibly consuming someone's fluids the feeling is more like...begrudgingly eating broccoli at 5 and blood does make me uncomfortable but in this dream it's not as bad and THAT makes it a special type of uncomfortab-

Therapist: I've heard enough Miss Mori or..Miss Bunny

Bunny: But! What about when Kanato Sang to me? What about the Story's Shu would tell me about his adventures whenever he happened to come? Or when Reji Told me all about his Alchemy books Or when Ayato would mouth off about he'd get me out when he could Or Subaru telling me about how mom was!-

Therapist: Mom? This is strange isn't it? You've built an unhealthy attachment to these dreams...

Before our dear Bunny could say another word the therapist ushered her out the door And in went her Adoptive Parents where all she could overhear was this "Oh We'll do anything for our Daughter's happiness!!" Surely her Parents at least she knew she could trust them for sure but what about the blood in her own heart?

FIN

Thank you! Thank you for reading! Thank you for letting me take inspiration just thanks for everything! Have a good night day or whatever!

#diabolik lovers #diabolik oc

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starkerforlife6969 · 5 years ago

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Single Dad Baker Peter x Lawyer Tony

There was a misconception about divorce lawyers when Tony was at law school.

His classmates at Harvard sneered at him whenever he took it as an elect, semester after semester. They thought that the money was in corporate, that the prestige was in finance, that the fame was in criminal.

Family law, they sniffed, was for silly little things.

Tony hadn’t given them any credit then, and he doesn’t give them any credit now.

Ask anyone. He’s the most renowned divorce lawyer in the country. He’s one of the wealthiest men in the state. He’s on more retainers than plastic on teenager’s teeth. Rich heiresses and paranoid old men, wealthy immigrants and not-so-idealistic trust-fund students know better than to enter into the law-binding contract that is marriage without Tony Stark ready and waiting in the wings to come and save them some day from utter devastation.

Sure, Tony doesn’t believe in love, how can he? With everything he’s seen? But he does believe in loss. He’s seen wholesome people lose their homes, seen kids torn apart by separation, seen ruthless, vindictive jerks - men and women- tear their partner to shreds for reign over the holiday home. For custody. For triumph.

Tony wears his tailored suits, and lives in his penthouse apartment looking over the city, he drinks expensive coffee and he sleeps on a thousand-thread cotton sheets, but he knows that the only thing a partner is good for, is one night.

Repeats? No thank you. But here’s his card. One day, when you make the mistake of falling in love (a temporary state) and divorce arrives (inevitable. Horrible) he’ll show up on his steed (a Bentley) and his sword and shield (a fountain pen and a stack of papers) and he’ll win.

Oh he’s saved tech-tycoons 50% of their business. They’ve repaid him with a few percent here and there, stakes and shares in stocks and bonds, and he has more money than he knows what to do with.

You’d have to be out of your mind to think he’d ever kiss someone on the lips and put a diamond on their finger, just to see them take half of it away in a few meagre years.

No thank you.

* Tony comes back to New York after a month long holiday in India (what do you mean he networked and picked up a few new clients? Royalty looks ever so good on the old resumé, not that he’s needed one to get a job for a long, long time), there’s a new bakery around the corner from his penthouse.

He squints at it, trying to decide whether or not he’ll venture in tomorrow morning.

It’s called The Parker Place. It’s painted a sweet lavender, and there’s a chalkboard sign outside that says: We serve hot drinks too! with a smiley face and a heart. It’s nice and neat and-

“That’s been there for the better part of a year, dipshit. Nice tan.”

Oh. Maybe he should spend a little more time exploring his city. Tony turns with a smile. “Nat. You’re looking well.”

She is, but then again, she always does. Her hair’s pinned up today, and her pencil skirt and blazer are some sort of silky material that he wants to reach out and touch. But her stilettos are weapons, and he still has a bruise on his calf from when tried something. “I’m sure.” She rolls her eyes, “taking on your workload for a month didn’t have any impact on me at all. Not like I have my own case load.”

He hums around his smile, and nods at the bakery. “Any good? They serve coffee?”

“Pretty good,” she says noncommittally. “Though, I rate according to convenience and this is a little out of my way…”

“Why are you here? Not that I don’t appreciate the welcome party.”

She doesn’t give anything away- she has a brilliant poker face, like everyone in this game- but he’s known her for too long now. Over pizza and late nights studying for finals and Mock Trials with hang overs- “Rumlow called. Wants to hire you.”

Tony blinks in surprise. “I’m Kate’s retainer, she hired me years ago.”

“Rumlow’s offering triple. Fury wants you to switch.”

Tony scoffs at that. “I’m Kate’s. Besides, I can’t drop her without-“

“Fury can get you cause, Tony. Kate’s been taking Class B-“

“She has to,” Tony snaps, “married to that thing. Fury’s not my boss, Nat.”

The red-head looks bemused. “Technically-“

“I’m not dropping Kate. I want to put Rumlow in the ground. it’s about time they get divorced, he’s a fuckin’-“

“I know.” Nat cuts him off, softer. She shakes her head a little. “You’re a real softie, you know that?”

He bristles a little in offence. “I’m a shark.”

“Every other time you follow the money, but when you see a good person you go all warm-hearted and soft.”

Tony flips her the bird and heads into the lobby. He can feel the weight of her stare on the back of his neck and decides to be especially vicious when it comes to destroying Rumlow. He wants blood. He’s a shark, not a softie.

The sight that greets him when he steps into The Parker Place on Monday morning is so fucking cute he nearly melts on the spot.

And then he catches himself, and he scowls and puts on his air of casual, charming, charismatic. His default setting.

Besides, it’s not that cute. It’s just a very handsome man with fucking fluffy Disney curls and big eyes at the counter, covered in flour, with a young girl- just as covered- with the same brown hair and adorable laugh, and they’re mixing a bowl of what smells like heaven.

It’s not cute. Not even when the man reaches over to smear chocolate on the little girl’s nose and she tries in vain to lick it off.

Not cute at all.

Instead, he busies himself with looking around the place. It’s nice. Airy and inviting. There are shelves of cupcake decorations and cake stands on one side, freshly made loaves of bread on the other. Behind fancy glass cases are doughnuts bursting with cream and an assortment of toffee pastries.

It smells phenomenal. There are sheets of freshly rolled dough on baking sheets ready to be slotted into the many ovens behind the counter. For now, though, the ovens billow out the delicious scent of vanilla and sugar.

There’s muffins, croissants and cake all lit up in display perches, chocolate sprinkles, vanilla sponges and sugar dusted cream-filled puffs. The small, silver bell above the door gives way to the sound and scent of happiness, sugar, and home-spun food.

Tony doesn’t even know where to look.

He’s the only person in the shop this early, and he glances up at the chalkboard propped against the wall and reads the drinks options in handwritten cursive.

Caley Coffee! Tina Tea! Hannah Hot chocolate!

Tony’s not so sure those are brands.

“Oh! God! I’m so sorry!” Comes an effusive voice, and Tony is suddenly wondering whether it’s the little girl responsible for all those exclamation marks.

Still, he can’t help but smile through his shark facade when the beautiful young man wipes his hands against the front of his blue apron and hops up behind the counter. Is he here all alone? No way he’s able to manage this workload. “It’s fine,” he nods, feeling a little off his game. He wants to be suave. Wants to wink and do a little flirting, because this gorgeous slip of a thing would be divine for a night-

But the man’s daughter is still avidly mixing the huge purple bowl dotted with flowers, and Tony doesn’t feel right flirting in front of a kid. Not to mention, the man’s probably taken. There’s no wedding ring, but the man’s covered in four. He probably removed it.

Not that marriage is a huge obstacle, anyway. They always crumble.

But Tony’s not about to violate one. “I’ll have a-uh- a Caley Coffee.” He says as he steps up to the counter.

His breath catches for a second. The man, up close, is even more attractive than Tony first realised. He’s not attractive, he’s beautiful. It’s a sort of beauty Tony’s never seen before, outside of twilight era, Hollywood movies. Fading starlets, a type of beauty he thought might have died out a long time ago, along with the black-and-white pictures his mom used to watch.

His eyes are honey, and his lips: strawberry. There’s a sprinkling of freckles across his nose, and his skin is like smooth cream.

He’s positively edible.

“Oh yeah,” the man blushes- fuck. That blush. Tony watches it hungrily. “Sorry about that, Hannah names all the drinks because she says everyone deserves a name.”

Tony can’t help but crack a smile. “Sounds like a smart girl.”

Hannah looks up from her bowl and beams. “I am a smart girl!”

“You’re just smart,” the man chuckles, effortlessly making the coffee without even having to look as he adds milk and sugar and creamer- all things Tony hasn’t asked for, but he’s not about to stop the man now. “Girl or not, you know that, baby.”

“Yeah, I know,” she nods, “I’m smart!”

Tony could watch them all day.

“So, are you new around here?” The man asks, handing Tony his coffee and ringing it up. It’s cheaper than Tony thought, so he pulls out a few extra bills to put into the tip jar.

Tania the tip jar, according to the label.

“No, no, I’ve been away. I live just around the corner.”

“Must do something fancy,” the man teases, taking the money. “Suit like that.”

Tony tries not to preen. “Lawyer.”

“Oh god, Hannah-Montana,” the man whispers, aghast, and the brunette’s head snaps up immediately, already giggling at her father’s antics. “An actual shark has walked in here and you didn’t warn me!”

“A shark!” She squeals, looking at Tony with enormous honey eyes, “you’re a lawyer! Lawyers are sharks in snappy suits, and they snap snap snap and give law suits!”

Tony’s cheeks ache a little, from how hard he’s smiling.

“You’d be amazed at the sorts of things they have in story books now,” the man teases apologetically. “I hope you have a good day, Sir!”

He can’t help it. It slips out. “Tony.”

The man goes that lovely pink again and nods shyly. “Peter Parker.”

* There are a few reasons Tony can’t get The Parker Place out of his head.

For one, that coffee was goddamn fantastic. Sweet and high quality roast, an exotic, but homey flavour- he’s craving more.

Second, Peter Parker.

Maybe even Hannah, a little.

He never thought being a shark could make a kid laugh, but hey…he hadn’t hated it.

It’s only the first in a series of blows today, but Rumlow buckles like a baby calf. Kate stares at Tony; tears of hope and gratitude in her eyes, and Tony ignores Natasha’s knowing look from the back of the court room, and wraps the woman up in a hug.

Divorce cases rarely see the inside of a courtroom when Tony’s working them. It’s normally huge meeting rooms in sleek offices, with glass tables and leather seats and gorgeous views.

It’s elegant, and sometimes there are vases full of honeysuckle on the table and it doesn’t look like a place where people sign their love away.

Tony knows better, of course.

* When he goes into The Parker Place on Tuesday morning, it’s to get some coffee. Definitely not to try and find out whether or not Peter’s attached.

When he steps inside, however, Peter and Hannah aren’t there. Instead is a friendly looking guy in a Hawaiian shirt with a huge grin. “How can I help you today, Sir?” He beams, and Tony wonders whether this bakery has some sort of magic power. Everyone here is obscenely happy.

There are a few other customers milling about, considering the different cakes in the case, and he orders his coffee, trying not to feel the sense of longing that permeates deep into his core.

The coffee’s still excellent though.

* Stane isn’t a great lawyer, but he gets under Tony’s skin. Rumlow did a smart thing hiring him.

As he heads home on Tuesday evening, a light drizzle hanging over New York, he’s surprised to see the lights in The Parker Place shining brightly; a radiant gold in the otherwise murky, lightless street.

He’s drawn to it like a moth to a flame.

Inside, everything’s spick and span. The counters gleaming and wiped down, and Tony can see Peter fiddling with something on a baking tray.

Tony opens the door. The bell dings, and Peter looks up.

“Tony,” Peter sighs happily, “I hoped we’d make a repeat customer out of you! But it’s always hard to tell, you know? There are so many places just like this in New York.”

“Your coffee was amazing.” Tony manages, and it’s not as subtle as he’d have liked, but it makes Peter blush again.

“Thank you, please- um- sit, I’ll be with you in a second, I’m just trying to finish these scones before tomorrow.”

Tony sits on the pale blue wooden chair and feels all the stress of the day leave him. He watches as Peter squirts gooey filling into each puffed shell; watching as they fatten up happily, and he tries for the love of god, not to get an erection. He clears his throat, “so where’s Hannah?”

“In bed, thank goodness,” Peter laughs, and Tony takes him in- there’s a few dark circles under his eyes, his hair’s a little frizzy and his sleeves are starting to come down. It’s the end of a long day. He gestures to the ceiling, “and I’ll be able to hear if she gets out of bed. Thin floors.”

Tony glances up in surprise. “I didn’t realise you lived- above.”

“It’s a nice little apartment,” Peter nods, dusting the scones with flour or sugar. “It was a big risk moving here- I had to sell the house, but…” he nods, a content smile on his face. “It was the right thing to do. We’re- we’re doing okay.”

Tony wants so much he aches. “Hannah’s mom…”

“Oh no, it’s-“ Peter huffs out a small, sad laugh, “it’s complicated.”

Tony wants to brush the sadness away. Wants to feel Peter’s cheek under his palm. “I’m a smart guy,” he offers.

“Well my- my parents died when I was really young, I don’t even- remember them, but my Aunt took me in. She raised me, and then a few years ago, she…she fell in love. They had Hannah, but-“ Peter turns, sliding the tray into the fridge and hiding his face. “They passed away, and- now Hannah’s mine.”

The sense of loss hangs heavy in the air, and when Peter turns around- he’s smiling again, like everything’s okay.

“We’re happy,” Peter whispers, “it was- hard, but we’re…” he gestures to the shop and the pastries and the smiley faces drawn on the chalkboard. “She’s my little girl, and we’re gonna be okay.”

Screw one night, Tony thinks, speechless. What about the rest of our lives?

* “Well what are you doing, little miss?” Tony grins, sitting opposite Hannah as she scrunches her face up over homework.

She looks up at him, eager for the distraction. “Daddy said if I finished all my homework, I could have a peanut butter cupcake.” She pouts, looking down at her work. “But this is hard. Mr Lo made it look easy, but it’s not.”

Tony clucks sympathetically, before looking over her little work sheet. He shakes his head fondly. “You are damn smart, sweetheart. Every single one you’ve answered is right.”

She perks up at that, looking down at her work with surprise and renewed enthusiasm. “Really?”

“Ya huh.”

She races through the last few, and bar one silly mistake, finishes it all. She scampers off into the kitchen, and returns triumphant, with a peanut butter cupcake in one hand, and a mini pancake in the other.

Tony takes the pancake eagerly and they both chew in contented silence for a moments. “You always such a nerd?” He asks conversationally, and she giggles.

“Daddy says we’re equals pequels.”

Tony hums thoughtfully around his delicious mouthful. “How’s that?”

Hannah licks all the icing off her cupcake. “It means- if I don’t do homework, daddy can put me on the naughty step. And if daddy says a bad word, I can put him on the naughty step. We’re a demo-cacy. And and, if daddy knows more, I should listen to him as much as I can, like with boring stuff like-“ she looks a little sulky, “playing with fire, but if I know more- daddy tries to listen to me! Like, on how pirates speak, or or what flavours taste best in a cheesecake!”

Tony chuckles. “That’s quite a modern take on parenting. I approve.”

He looks up when the last rush of customers leaves, and finally Peter’s free. He’s covered in edible glitter and a light sheen of sweat, and there are a few diced rose petals still on his fingertips as he comes over and ruffles Hannah’s hair. “Hannah-Banana, eating that peanut butter cupcake, I can only assume…?”

“All finished, daddy-doughnut!” She chirps, and Peter kisses her with sticky lips.

Then he looks at Tony, a little shyer, a little braver. “I’m closing up soon, Tony, maybe…you could come up? For tea? And danishes?”

* “I’ve put on at least five pounds since meeting you.” Tony grumbles, squinting at himself in the mirror, even as he takes a huge bite of one of Peter’s raspberry cream danishes. The flavour bursts across his tongue, and Peter laughs, coming around with a tray of tea.

“You’re as dashing as ever, Tony, and I think you know it.” He teases, as the two of them sit down.

Tony watches Peter take a long, deep sip, the smell of jasmine tea in the air, and he wants.

“I don’t…” Tony croaks, when Peter meets his eyes, and everything is there; exposed, between them. “Love is…”

“Very real,” Peter promises, gesturing to Hannah’s bedroom.

Tony sighs. “That’s a different kind of love, Peter. That loves never goes away. Romantic love…it fades. Always.”

“Okay,” Peter murmurs, his honey eyes sad, “I wouldn’t know anyway, right? I’ve never had it.”

“Me neither,” Tony whispers.

On a sunny Saturday morning, Tony pinches his nose and looks through the annulment contract, Peter’s slicing peaches, and Hannah’s playing with a complex looking forest set.

“Have some eclairs, Tony,” Peter urges sweetly, setting down a heaped tray. “You worry too much, you’ll win like you do every other time.”

“I don’t know,” Tony sighs, reaching for the chocolate coated deliciousness. “Both of them are vicious- they’re tearing each other apart.”

Peter brings over another plate- this time, topped with gooey, chocolate chip cookies. Hannah comes racing over to grab three. “I’m sure it’s nothing that can’t be solved with a bit of sugar and some maple syrup.”

Tony feels reluctantly fond. “Peter, property division is a little more refined than that.”

But of course, as he chews, he wonders.

* Susan and David pause when they walk into the meeting room in the sleek office building among the New York sky rises.

Tony grins winningly. “I hope you don’t mind,” he says as he beckons them in, “it was a colleague’s birthday and there were left over cookies.”

“It’s not- a problem.” Susan chokes, as the two of them enter the room. She sits down stiffly, eyes on the heaped stack. The room smells of melted chocolate. “We actually-“ she gestures to David awkwardly, “we met in a cooking class.”

David nods, looking anywhere but Susan. “First week was desserts.”

Susan stares at her nails. “I burnt mine so badly, but David, he…”

“Swapped ‘em. She was so worried the teacher wouldn’t like her, like we were kids.” His laugh is wet.

The two people in this room are human. The ones who were in here last week, fighting for custody over the house and the dog and the garden shed tools- those were animals. Tony gestures for them to sit, and as soon as they do, David bursts into tears.

“Have the fucking house,” he whispers, so quiet Tony almost doesn’t hear it.

Susan wipes her black, mascara-coloured tears. “He’s your dog.”

“Daddy told you,” Hannah laughs, decorating her cupcake with blueberries. Tony hoists her into his arms and tickles her till she cries mercy.

Peter comes out of the kitchen, covered in custard and bread crumbs, and Tony crosses the bakery floor-

And kisses him.

* Peter’s skin tastes like sugar- it never fades, but Tony’s always had a bit of a sweet tooth.

They fit together, slot in a way Tony never expected.

He loves Hannah fiercely, is overwhelmingly protective, and understands his work a little better now. Love is strong, but it’s balanced on life and circumstance, which is weak and flimsy. Sometimes love falls and cracks.

“I love you,” Tony whispers, as he and Peter snuggle in bed. They’re in Tony’s apartment- they’ve just christened his kitchen- baking wise, and Hannah is fast asleep in one of the guest rooms.

Tony’s childproofed the shit out of this place. He can feel Peter’s smile curve along his shoulder, “love you too,” he says, muffled.

But Tony means it more than that.

So, the next day he comes in, and hands Peter the annulment.

Peter looks down at his hands- covered in clumps of dough- “as romantic as legal documents are, handsome, I’m-“

“I’ve signed it already.” Tony breathes, “if we ever divorced- you’d get half my money- I’d be entitled to nothing. I wouldn’t take anything from you. It’s all yours.”

Peter blinks. “Tony, we haven’t even-“

“We will,” Tony blurts, feeling unhinged and desperate, “I’ll end up baking you some disgusting cupcake, but you’ll eat it because you’re too lovely to decline, and then you’ll find the ring I put into it, and we’ll get married and then life will fuck us, Petey, and then we’ll divorce and-“

“Oh Tony, Tony,” Peter cries, rushing around the counter to gather the older man into his arms. He gets raw dough all over Tony, but Tony doesn’t care. Just leans into Peter’s embrace as the younger man peppers his face with kisses. “You’re such a romantic skeptic, I can’t deal with you. I love you, and I will love that proposal, you glorious man.”

Tony gazes down at him, tears in his eyes, “but what happens when-“

“When life tries to fuck us?” Peter whispers, twining their fingers together, and he smiles. “We’ll fuck it right back. I promise.”

From anyone else, Tony wouldn’t believe it.

Right here, he does.

* “Bet you never thought you’d see the day, huh?” Tony mutters, adjusting his bowtie.

Hannah’s in a frilly white dress, tossing rose petals into the air.

“Actually,” Nat grins, fixing his bowtie for him, “I saw it coming a mile away.”

* He loses his fear somewhere along the way.

Between school runs and tantrums, between the highs and lows of Peter’s business as customers come and go. He loses his fear somewhere along their cotton anniversary. Somewhere around Peter burning casserole for his special birthday surprise dinner and the fantastic make up sex on Egyptian threads.

He loses his fear even when faced with the never-ending line of couples wanting to hire him. For the gold diggers and the sunset clauses and the genuine destructions of love.

He loses his fear because he comes home every night to Peter. To Hannah.

Peter crawls onto his lap in the middle of Aladdin and stretches out against him like a cat. “Let’s go on holiday,” he says around a yawn, “I always wanted to go to France.”

“I’ve gone a few times,” Tony hums, carding his fingers through Peter’s hair, “I’ll take us. You like the sound of that, Hannah?”

She gives him a thumbs up, eyes on the movie.

He’s gonna see her grow up, Tony realises. He’s going to drive her to college with Peter, sit at her High School graduation and cheer embarrassingly loudly.

He’s going to go grey and Peter will find him even sexier than he already does. Peter’s going to get better and better and better at baking.

Tony’s going to spend the rest of his life this happy. This in love.

The truth hits him, and the fear leaves. It evaporates.

He’s home.

“You love me,” he breathes, alight with certainty, and Peter snorts.

“Only a lot.”

“I will never divorce you.” He vows, speaking of a future certainty that he always warns his clients against. Breaking every rule he’s ever known. He was trembling at their wedding- even though he loved Peter with everything, he was still so scared of the transience of their love-

Now he knows.

“Good, good,” Peter says around another yawn, “I’ll never divorce you either. You’re my Tony.”

His Tony.

It’s all he ever wants to be.

Hannah notices the cuddling and leaps onto the couch with them, and Tony holds them close and is content.

#starker #fluff #peter x tony #lawyer tony #baker peter #single dad peter #getting together #flirting #tony stark is bad at feelings #precious peter parker #tony stark has a heart #protective tony #nicknames #lots of warm cookies and feelings #divorce lawyer tony #happy ending

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drifttosleep · 4 years ago

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[ My Jonas Brothers : Chasing Happiness Experience ]

introduction: if you know me, you know how much if a Jonas Brothers fan i am. yes, the first band i ever REALLY got into was The Beatles. but the Jonas Brothers was a boyband i really did fall in love with. we all had that one band from our childhood that switched everything up. mine were the Jonas Brothers. the way the directioners loved One Direction was my love for the Jonas Brothers. when i say “the boys,” i mean Nick, Kevin, and Joe. they’re my “the boys.” if that makes sense.

history: i remember the day i got into them. i was 10 years old and it was during the summertime. i had just finished watching ‘taking 5.’ a movie about the click five. the girls in the movie had posters and cut outs of the click five on their wall from posters and magazines. at that age, i was already collecting TigerBeat, Popstar!, J-14 magazines. i was too plugged in to the pop culture and the teeny bopper life. my dad was supportive. i was somewhat, inspired, when i watched that movie and checked out my magazines. i found the jonas brothers. i knew OF them and the song SOS and When You Look Me In The Eyes but nothing else. i had a personal computer in my room back then and newly plugged in internet connection. it started with music videos, and then the stupid videos they had on their yt channel, and i just couldn’t stop watching their videos. i watched all their live chats and interviews. i fell in love LIKE THAT. it was the first i ever obsessed about a boyband like this. a boyband in MY LEAGUE, you know what i mean? i obsessed over hannah montana and lizzie mcguire. but it wasn’t LIKE THIS. i grabbed my magazines and starting taping the Jonas posters on the walls. my routine was to watch all their videos everyday. i even went as far as reading fanfiction on youtube. YES. fanfiction USED to be on YOUTUBE. and that’s when crushes began. my bias was joe, at first, of course. then i slowly crept onto liking nick more. until he was my ACTUAL favorite. nick was my first love, i’m claiming it. the boy had me feeling ALL SORTS OF THINGS. the boy had me WRITING AT 11.

influence: they were a huge influence on me. other than taylor swift and my dad getting me to pick up a guitar and learning how to play it, the Jonas Brothers wanted me to fulfill the dream. their influence on me was HUGE. it was so big that they were my first fashion icons. i broke gender stereotypes (at least in my circle) at the age of 11, you guys. i wore skinny jeans, converse, collared shirts and neckties all the time. they had me wearing denim and corduroy and my parents were so into me being into fashion at that age cause they were all about that in their youth. i mastered dressing like a guy at the age of 11. it just became a thing growing up. cause that’s where i’m most comfortable. i remember when the JONAS show came out on disney channel and the first episode was of nick having a love interest, i cried.

other facts:

i collected all kinds of jonas brothers paraphernelia as a child.

other than the magazines, i had merch. i remember begging my mom to get me jonas brothers merch from their actual website. when she finally gave in, i was ecstatic.

i had a jonas brothers t shirt and a necklace (it was a guitar pick with their logo on it)

i also had a jonas brothers mp3 player that i bought when i was in tampa.

i’ve been to their first concert in the philippines. I REMEMBER HOW I TOLD MY PARENTS. i ran to them and said “THE JONAS BROTHERS ARE COMING HERE” and i didn’t even have to ask cause they already knew.

my bedroom walls were FILLED with their posters. i had over 150 posters on my walls.

i cut out their photos from magazines and covered my notebooks and pens with them. i sold a couple at school, too.

you caNT BELIEVE HOW MUCH I FREAKED OUT WHEN I FOUND OUT ABOUT CAMP ROCK. when it came out in the states, my dad bought a copy of the dvd and i was SO SO SO EXCITED. that’s why i love home made spaghetti so much because it was the meal i was eating when i watched camp rock in my old bedroom for the first time. i squealed half the time.

them being christian played such a big part in my life because my mom was a strict-ass hardcore christian. and since they wore purity rings, my mom got me a purity ring, too. at 11. which now, seems rather stupid. for me, at least.

nick jonas & the administration is still one of my favorite albums. HE REALLY DO BE MAKIN ME FEEL SOME TYPE OF WAY. for real though.

i really watched Married To Jonas, Kevin and Danielle’s reality show. it was NOT great but i watched it.

i even watched some of nick’s movies and i didn’t like any of them really but i enJOYED NICK’S SCREEN TIME

i did not really stray away from loving them. but i did turn into a teenager. i got into other things and gained a different circle of friends. it was different, okay? i couldn’t just be in love with a rock star anymore. HAHAHA. there were real life boys i kissed now. but still, i did not obsess over anything like that ever again.

the break up: i was in high school when they broke up. and even if i had not been keeping tabs on them and watching their every release, i cried really really fucking hard when they announced their break up. i cried so hard that i missed school that day. i was heart broken. and it might not make sense because they are brothers and they’ll really ~never~ break up, it still hurt.

when i found out about Chasing Happiness, i was stoked. of course, i already knew they had returned back together as the Jonas Brothers. after all the experimenting with other things, they really did return to their roots.

reaction about chasing happiness:

oh my GOD

BABY JONAS BROTHERS :(

FUCK. 6 MINUTES INTRO PLAYING

baby nick in les mis :(

okAY SO IM NOT THE ONLY ONE WITH A BAD EXPERIENCE WITH THE CHRISTIAN COMMUNITY

okay so the purity rings were a fucking joke i dont feel so guilty about it anymore

niley :( lowkey cried to niley at a young age but whatever

fuCK EVERYONE WHO MADE FUN OF KEVIN. HE’S AMAZING

please be mine :(

crying

joe and nick making fun of kevin on the phone with danielle

joe calling danielle “kevin’s future wife” :(

JUST FRIENDS :(

THE NICK J SHOW

camp rock :(

more crying really

YEAR 3000 :(

okay so basically, it was a ride of emotions.

it really was though. i also felt like i time travelled. LITERALLY. it felt like i was in my old room again watching the Jonas Brothers on old YouTube. you know. before google bought the damn thing. but for real, it felt that way. it felt like i was reconnecting with my old self, too. the 10 year old me.

no, wait. even better. it felt like i was reuniting with old friends. the scene when the 3 of them were just drinking and reminiscing and confessing about the old times was so intimate that i felt like i was there. everything they talked about (except for hating each other and how they ACTUALLY broke up), i knew about. they were my whole life back then, really. it really felt like a reunion. like them getting back together meant we were getting back together. the love for the Jonas Brothers. my fangirling over them. god, it sounds so cheesy when i say it out loud. but it really does feel like that.

it was so familiar and so foreign to me at the same time. they talked about everything they used to never talk about back then. they just let it out in the open, really. and i saw how much they’ve grown. and i saw how much i’ve grown. how i am far from who i was at 10 years old.

but when they sang ‘please be mine’ along with the old video of them singing it, i felt myself reconnecting with my younger self. i felt her smile at me and hold my hand telling me that the good will always resurface. and fuck yeah, i got that out of the Jonas Brothers. they’re the part of me that remains innocent. they’re a part of me that remains untouched and untampered with. because my heart was whole when i loved them first. and i think it’ll remain that way.

it hit me harder than i thought it would. and i knew it would hit me. the documentary, i mean. it was beautiful. downright, beautiful. they’re a huge part of who i am today. and i am so so so proud of that.

#honey

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ambryon · 4 years ago

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Miley VS Pop Music Industry

Can we talk about Miley Cyrus’ cover of Heart of Glass? If you are on Tiktok you must have heard it… and I think it’s on all social medias.

I must admit that I’m not a fan of Miley, I know some of her well-known songs such as Wrecking Ball or We Can’t Stop, that’s « all ». I associate her with her Disney character Hannah Montana most of the time. She was put on screen and exposed publicly at a very young age, she started Hannah Montana when she was almost 14 years old and her father was already a famous country singer. So Miley started her career in the music industry while she was still underage and so not really able to choose what she really wanted to do I think.

First Hannah Montana, then she followed her dad’s steps in country/pop music and then… she cut her hair. What a scandal it has caused in the medias! O-M-G

It happened after her breakup but I feel like it was mostly a sing of her showing who she wanted to be. Showing her true self. I don’t see it in the same way as when Britney shaved her hair even if the medias compared both a lot. Miley was more rebelling herself against the music industry she was part of, and forced to be part of, especially because of her dad. She had to fit in certain boxes so that she has a good image on the screens, the cliché of the beautiful young singer, long hair, boho style, singing songs that most of the people would like, not doing to much, not showing to much her (real?) self. She was in a way manipulated and not able to show the world what she was capable of!

According to me, I was really impressed by this cover, what a voice! And she did other rock songs cover that were also incredible, we can really see that she is having fun and putting all her energy in those songs. I read on twitter I think that she once said « I might even be a rockstar », yes girl, you will. Miley is now completely transformed I feel like she now found what genre of music artistic direction she want to be part of. And also she is showing us what she is able to do with her amazing voice! She is out of her previous clichés, taking a step back of the pop music industry, but it’s worthy! It’s part of singers job to make music that many people will listen to because it’s how they make money of, but it also major that the artist is really feeling what she/he does. Having fun, showing her/his personality though their music and performances. People will also more identify through them.

I also like this cover because it’s a live and we can see Miley singing but also all her musician. It’s not a recording sound track that is playing. It’s a real rock setting on stage with the guitar, bass, drum, synth, etc.

Singers shouldn’t be under the pressure of the industry, producer constantly. I now can say, I like Miley and I want to see more of her! I think that there might be other exemple of singers being famous at a young age and who had to follow certain rules until they decided to do what THEY want to do.

Debbie Harry must be proud that her song is a hit again!

If you haven’t seen the cover, here it is! (btw I love the mullet on her.)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NbdRLyixJpc

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punchyline · 5 years ago

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Catfight || Discord

Summary: Punchline crashes the party and a fight ensues. Trigger Warnings: Abuse mentions, violence, death, blood, Joker Written By: @harleenqueenzel, @antidyingantihero, @ofpowerfulmortal, @poisoned-kisses

Harley: Harley pressed a kiss to her adopted son's cheek, and scratched Bruce behind the ear. She felt eyes on her, turning her head to see a woman wearing clown makeup. Oh great. "Hey, Mike..." she said, looking away. "Is that clown still watching me?" she asked, feeling anxious.

Mike: Mike's smile turned genuine. Harley always made him feel better. He glanced behind her, looking at the clown. "Kind of. Who is she." he said as he looked back at the bar. "You want me to get her out of here?"

Harley: Harley let out a soft sigh. "I have no idea. But she looks like she works fer my ex," she commented, turning to look at the woman again. Her presence was making her uncomfortable. And if Pam saw her, she'd probably end up strangling her. "I'm not sure. Do I give her a chance first, or d'ya think I should go straight ta the throwin' her out?"

Punchline: "William." She mused, scrunching up her nose and giving him a cheeky smile. "I like that. I think that's what I'll call you." She decided and he wasn't about to change her mind. She liked the sound of it, the way it shaped on her tongue. She had another sip of her drink. She may be playing with him, but she was loyal to the Clown Prince of Gotham.

Mike straightened up. "Joker? If you didn't invite her get her the hell out of here. I can do it if you want Ma'" he answered. No one was going to make her uncomfortable.

Harley: Harley bit down on her lower lip, nodding as she ran her fingers through Bruce's fur. She didn't want Mike to get hurt -- not that he could, really. "Could ya go an' ask her what her business here is or somethin' like that? If she starts bein' aggressive, I'll come over an' help. I've got a gun concealed beneath this dress," she shrugged.

Mike: "Of course." he said standing up and kissing Harley's head. He went over to the woman, not carrying about interrupting her conversation. "What's your business here?" he asked serious. "Because I know you weren't invited."

Billy: Billy crinkled his nose, he was not used to having someone calling him by William. He felt as if he was in trouble when people did it and remind him too much about his mom, which hurt him. Even if he was extremely young when she left him at the park, he still remembered that she called him by his full name all the time, "I don't have a choice, do I?"

Punchline: "It's cute. You don't like it?" She asked Billy. She glanced Harley's way just then, catching the kiss. Half of Gotham hated her... but the other half. It praised her for leaving him. Idolized her for it. "I heard it was open for all." Punchline replied, taking a few steps from Billy towards the boy. "Did Pumpkin over there ask you to talk to me?" She said, glancing over towards Harley with an icy stare. "I'm here to paint eggs."

Harley: Harley watched as Mike approached the woman, and she heard her say 'pumpkin'. Her stomach churned and she started to walk towards Punchline, Bruce next to her, watching her closely. He'd attack if he had to. She stayed a few steps away, but was close enough to help Mike if he needed her.

Mike: "Well that was a misprint, you see it's open to everyone who don't work for a that piece of shit clown" he answered back. "I don't care what you came to do. The only thing you're going to do now is leave, and I'd rather not make a scene but I will."

Billy: Billy knew from the start that going to a villain part was a bad idea, now he was more sure, he didn't know what to do, he wasn't turned into Shazam, he had no powers, "Okay, now, let's not fight, we don't want things to end badly," he knew if they fought, more than one person could get hurt.

Punchline: Punchline eyed Harley as she came a little closer. This was who she was here for. Not her odd little bodyguard, not William. she was here for Harley Quinn. She wanted to see her. To know what she was dealing with. "I don't work for him." She corrected. She sort of did but she wanted to make it feel more intimate. More special. "We're partners." She took out her knife from her boot pocket and in one swift, cruel movement sliced open Mike's neck. Feeling the blood splatter on her face before she turned to Harley and Billy. "Oops... my bad."

Harley: Harley ran forward as soon as the woman pulled out a knife, but she was too late. She grabbed the woman by her ponytail, slamming her head against the top of the bar a couple of times. "Get the fuck outta my mansion," she hissed into her ear. She knew that Mike would wake up soon, but that didn't mean this bitch could come into her home and pull an attempted murder. "Don't make me pull out my gun, honey. I won't miss if I do."

Punchline: Punchline felt the woman tug her by her hair and smash her head against the table, not fighting against it. When she was done, she let out a small chuckle. Glancing up at her face from where she was holding her. "You liked him, didn't you? The little brat?" She whispered back. "Shoot me, dollface. I'm sure Pudding would just love that." She replied with a hiss before using her leg to kick Harley off of her. Immediately jumping on her so she could pin her to the floor. Pulling her face in close to the other woman's. "That's what you called him, wasn't it?" She said, ignoring the shouting all around her. All that mattered was Harley.

Harley: Harley slammed her head against the table again when the other asked about Mike. "Who I do an' don't like doesn't concern ya, toots. But I can tell ya one thing... I definitely don't like you." The use of the nickname she had for Joker caught her off-guard, and suddenly she was being kicked backwards. Her body pushed forward as the woman pinned her to the floor, and she headbutted her in the nose. "Yeah, 'cause that's what he was. My Puddin'. Jealousy is an ugly colour on you, sweetie!" she yelled, using all of her slightly enhanced strength to flip them over, now on top of Joker's new toy, her fingers wrapped tightly around her wrists as she pinned her down. "Tell me what ya want. Is it me? 'Cause I ain't goin' anywhere with you."

Punchline: Punchline's teeth grind together and her eyes bore into the other woman's. Anger clear on her face. She reached down to grab at Harley's neck and choke her when she felt the woman smash her head into her nose and she gasped. Blood dripping from her nose onto her snow white skin. She was as pale as he was and they'd never have that intimate connection because Harley blew up the Chemical Plant. "Say that again and I'll rip your tongue from your mouth." She snarled before Harley managed to get her down on the ground with her now straddling Punchline. "Oh... honey... I just wanted to meet you." She said before rearing up herself and smashing her own head against Harley's.

Harley: Harley could feel the woman's blood dripping onto her. It was disgusting, and she wanted to throw herself into a bath filled with sanitizer. "Rip my tongue from my mouth? Nice threat, Hannah Montana. I was with him fer years, d'ya really think a lil' threat like that is gonna scare me?" she growled. She stared down at the other, her grip on her growing tighter as she didn't get the answer she wanted. Before she could say anything in response, she was being headbutted. Their fighting styles were too similar. Had Joker trained her to fight like this? Her lip throbbed, and she felt blood dripping down her chin. "You fuckin' psycho," she screamed, letting go of one of her wrists to grab her gun from beneath her dress. "I'm gonna paint these walls with yer brains. It'll be the most beautiful thing anyone's ever seen," she warned. "I'll make sure ta invite Mistah J ta look at my new work of art. He loves it when I go feral."

Punchline: Punchline let out a deep chuckle and struggled to break free of the blonde's grip. "Hannah Montana? You're the one with the awful blonde weave." She retorted. She smacked their heads together and when she pulled back down, Harley was pulling for a gun and her wrist was freed. She could have easily grabbed a knife. She had two after all but... it was more fun to do something else. She grabbed a hold of the other's neck and forced her face closer to her own. Reaching her head back up and with her teeth biting down into her shoulder. "How's that for feral?" She spit out the blood to the side of them before moving her legs to wrap around Harley's waist and keep her still on top of her. "Go ahead, shoot me. Impress him. That is why you're doing this right. Because that's what you just said... and here I thought you were over him. My Prince."

Harley: Harley was ready to kill her. "Awful blonde weave? At least I ain't tryin' ta channel Ariana Grande with that high ponytail. Or is it just a cheap facelift?" she asked, a smirk on her face. Feeling a hand on her throat, she tried to stay as calm as possible. This was fine, she was into it. But when this stranger was doing it... It was a little scary. Her other hand reached up, grabbing the other woman's and trying to prize it away from her neck. A hiss left her lips as teeth sunk into her shoulder, and she pressed the barrel of the gun against the other's forehead. "Ya need ta keep those teeth where I can see 'em, Hannibal." As she listened to the other speak, she shook her head, feeling herself start to panic. It had taken her years to get to where she was today -- happily married, adopted kids... "He ain't yer nothin'. You think you mean somethin' ta a guy like him? Yer nothin' but a toy that he can mess with. That's why yer here now, right? He pitted you against me. Pathetic," she spat, lowering her gun and pressing a hand to the bleeding bite mark on her shoulder. "An' if ya ever bite me again, I'll pull yer fuckin' teeth out with pliers," she threatened, before sinking her own into the woman's arm. If she was going to have a scar on her shoulder, the other woman was getting one too. Fair was fair. She didn't stop, not until she was satisfied that she was causing pain. Pulling back, she grinned.

Punchline: She felt herself smile when Harley held the barrel of the gun pressed against her forehead. Tilting her head slightly back, Harley's blood bloomed at the edges of her lips and slowly dripped their way down her cheeks, like it was drawing a smile on the woman's face. She let out another chuckle at Harley's words and watched as she reacted to what she said. "You know... you kinda taste like he does." She commented, her voice low and her eyes wide. She was trying to make her jealous. Sure... Harley had been there for much longer then she had but she was his new thing now. She was there for him when Harley wasn't. She didn't run away, she took it. The bad, the good, the really ugly. Because she loved him. Harley didn't. Harley didn't know what that felt like and yet Joker never shut up about her. She was the one there everyday by his side and she kept having to hear him yammer on about how she used to call him Puddin'. How she used to smile better. Fuck that, she'd be smiling no longer. Not when Punchline had her way. "He loves me!" Punchline screamed at her when she tried to tell her that he didn't. "I'm no toy! I'm his right hand woman. He respects me. He cares for me. He didn't care for you!" She lied with a growl. Then Harley moved down and bit her back and she used her one free hand to grab at the back of her neck, at her baby hairs. Trying to force her off. When she finally was, Punchline glared ad her and used the way her legs were positioned as a way to force Harley down to the side. She then rolled them so she was on top and got up to her feet placing her foot on Harley's chest to keep her there.

Harley: Harley felt repulsed when she said that she tasted like Joker. They were nothing alike. Not anymore, at least. "Look, I'm inta some kinky stuff myself.... but that? That's just fucked up." She stared into the woman's eyes, seeing nothing but anger. Her own eyes used to be like that whenever she looked in a mirror. It was what being with a man like him did to you -- it gave you a hunger for violence and pain that you could never satiate. Eventually, his new plaything would see the light. After years of pain and abuse, mental torture. Harley didn't want that for her, even if she hated her right now and wanted to kill her. She was a puppet, just like she had been. But there was no way to make her see that. Being under his spell lasted for years. "He loves ya? Are ya sure about that? Does he love ya when he's leavin' bruises? Does he love ya when he's sendin' you out ta get hurt so he doesn't," she said, her voice low and angry. It was making her remember things she'd rather forget. This was supposed to be a fun night with her family and friends, and now it was a nightmare. "He doesn't care fer anybody!" she screamed back. "Nobody but himself!" The pain of the woman pulling her hair didn't really bother her. She'd been through so much worse, so she didn't even flinch. Once again, she was being put on her back, and she choked out a breath as the other put a foot on her chest. Reaching up, she dug her nails into her leg. "Did he teach ya this? Make yer victim feel small?" she asked, laughing as she lay there, looking up at the stranger. "Do ya feel powerful now? Like yer in charge? 'Cause you'll never be in charge of me. I'm in charge of me. Now get yer foot off me, an' go back ta kissin' his. This is yer last chance."

Punchline: Punchline: She hated her. Everything she said, she hated it. He didn't love her? Then how did she explain the good moments? Those days then he was good to her. When they'd dance together for no good reason. To no music. He'd say he just felt like dancing with her, when she asked him. How did Harley explain the times when they were alone and he'd actually let her kiss him? She felt Joker's love. She wasn't delusional or stupid. She knew it was there and the angry outbursts. That meant nothing. "Yes, he loves me then, too." She argued. Harley was screaming at her and Punchline just glared at her, watching her with a stone-cold face. She held the woman down and slowly pushed her weight against her leaning down to get a bit closer to Harley. "Maybe he did." She said. "He taught you it too, didn't he?" She said, her voice getting quieter. "I'm leaving, and not because you told me to. I could end you right now if I want." she said, taking the knife from her other boot and gesturing it towards her. "But I'd like to do it in front of him." She decided. "So he knows you're gone." She gave her one last kick before removing her foot from the other. Just noticing now the wave of dizziness in her head. She shook it, trying to get it back to normal. Taking a few steps away from her.

Pamela: Pamela had just walked into the ballroom as a woman, covered in blood, kicked Harley as she stood above her. She had been out and told Harley that she would be late to their party. She hadn't told her that she had began the process of creating more children. She would need a bette lab for that. Pamela quickly glanced around the room, noticing the blood all over their new ballroom. The shock of the scene wore off and rage bubbled up in her chest instead. The woman was thankful for the vines that grew on the outside of the house, because now she willed them to burst in through the windows. "Get the fuck away from my wife, you sad excuse for a clown! Who the fuck do you think you are? Did that bastard clown send you?" She screamed as she power-walked towards the woman, arms raised. Pamela didn't wait for an answer and she willed the vines to wrap the woman up tightly, squeezing her enough to hurt. She ran over to Harley and dropped to her knees. "Oh darling, flower, are you alright?" she asked, panicked now, searching Harley for lie-threatening wounds.

Punchline: When the green woman burst in, Punchline frowned. She was on her way out but now she had to deal with the woman that Harley married. She didn't intend to fight Harley at all during this party. She just wanted to watch her, but ah, well. When in Rome. The vines shot from the windows and came right towards her. She could get out of this but Poison Ivy would just wrap her up with what remains of the vines she would cut. Oh- She was rushing over to Harley now thinking that she had detained the problem. Focused on her wife. Her love. Oh, how week it was. Knife in hand she poked it through the vines. (They were pretty tough due to Spring but not actually that bad). Ignoring the pain from the squeezing in one jerk of a movement she sliced all the way through the plants and was able to release herself. Jumping down nimbly before quickly using the chance to leap out the broken window and out of the party. Hows that for an exit?

#discord #c: harley #c: billy #c: mike #c: pamela

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