#( i don't think she'll know how to handle him wanting to hang out with her as a drinking buddy. -laughs- )

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

dinner prep engagement ♡

a/n : aaaand its finally here, the final part of the ring pop proposal miniseries after decades !!!! im sorry it took me so long to write this final part yall, i just finally felt enough inspo to write it and im super happy w how it came out ! i hope yall do too ! lemme know if you wanna be added to the taglist ! much luv xx

fem reader, literally pure fluff between mama n son, katsuki gets emotional very quickly bc i believe he does and you cannot make me think otherwise, a lil emotional but pure sweetness, mentions of making dinner, lmk if i missed sum else !!

this time, mitsuki has no idea what her son is planning. sure she’s had her hopes for years now, and her suspicions, but nothing truly concrete.

that is, until she gets a call in the middle of the night.

"katsuki..hello ?" she answers groggily, heaving a sigh and rubbing at her eyes. she checks next to her to make sure she hasn't woken her husband up, her eyes dart over to her digital clock " 'ts one in the morning."

"uh..hey." her son's gruff voice sounds over the phone, she raises a brow at his hesitant tone of voice, but she let's him continue "yeah, i know. sorry.." he mumbles out.

the older woman shakes her head affectionately "it's fine..is there something you wanted to talk about ?"

it's silent on the other end for a while until katsuki mumbles something. "katsuki, you know i can't hear you if you don't speak up." she scolds lightly, causing him to growl under his breath.

"not..not right now, no--just..can i come over tomorrow ?"

taking in her silence for hesitance he continues " it's nothin' bad..i just--feel like it's something i needa say face to face, i guess.."

"okay..yeah, of course. you know you can come over whenever you want." she urges "is yn comin' along ?"

"no, she isn't." she can practically hear his eye roll and it makes her smirk "she'll be busy tomorrow anyway so, not this time. i'll tell her you said hello though, since you're always tellin' me to."

she's about to retort when katsuki speaks again, only not to her. she hears what she knows is your voice quietly chatting with him as he reassures you that he'll be right there with you and for you to go back to bed. the soft tone in his voice makes her eyes soften.

never could she ever have imagined her katsuki ever speaking so softly to anyone, because her katsuki is, despite having calmed down over the years, still quite the brat. (she's pretty sure she knows where he gets it from now..) he's still temperamental when interviewers and journalists get on his nerves. he's still awfully moody , but he's different now. he's just a little bit gentler with the way he handles kids or older women who's cats have gotten stuck in trees. complaining that this isn't his damn job but still doing it anyway with utmost care as the kitties sink their sharp claws into his skin or cling to him for warmth.

he's a still a little rough around the edges but it's the thought that counts. he's different than when he was younger, but he still is the most different with you. his rough and gruff voice that he uses to bark out orders and complain, complain, complain, he uses so softly around you, keeping you as calm and sleepy as possible. it's not perfect, but he manages to usher you back to your room to sleep, and that makes the thought count so much more.

"m'gonna go now." he warns, his mother hums in agreement, telling him she'll see him tomorrow and he reciprocates the goodbye.

"night, ma."

"night, kiddo." she grins, a happy sigh leaving her when she hangs up the call and lays back down. cozying herself up next to her husband.

she's had her suspicions and her hopes for a while now, but she can't be too sure what her son could possibly want from her tomorrow.

katsuki comes back home like he's never left.

the day goes like any other day would've went a few years ago when he was still living in the family home. mitsuki almost expects her son to run off upstairs to do his homework.

he greets his dad with a half hug, and is forced into a tight embrace by his mother, which he grumbles about. grumbles turning into a growl when she grips his cheek, scolding him for not greeting his mother properly.

it's a lot of catching up from the few months he's been busy with hero work. talking about his latests achievements and his quick climbing of the hero ranks, accompanied with barely suppressed smiles and softened eyes when you're brought up. mitsuki remembers how nervous he'd been when he'd told her he was planning on asking you to move in with him, so she's happy to hear from the both of you, since she has your number and you like to catch up every now and then, that everything was going well. though she already knew it would.

katsuki volunteered to help with dinner, his mother happily agreeing saying she could use some help. it makes her a little bit nostalgic and she wills herself not to get teary eyed at how much her son has grown.

but she sees that the opportunity has presented itself to bring up the topic that's been on the tip of her tongue the entire day now.

"so.." she sings "you wanted to talk about something, right ?"

katsuki stiffens like he'd forgotten, although his expression stays the same besides the slight squint of his eyes. the rhythmic cutting of vegetables has stopped and it takes him a moment before he speaks quietly like he's revealing a secret.

"i wanna ask yn to marry me."

oh.

so that was it.

"oh." she breathes immediately. a broad smile slowly grows onto her face and she beams "took you long enough, ya brat !" she exclaims, slapping her sons muscular arm. he growls lowly at her, leaning away from her though she remains undeterred. poking at his sides while he tries to smack her hands away.

finally, she relents "when are you gonna ask ?" she asks excitedly. katsuki huffs, eyebrows still heavily furrowed from her earlier attack. he turns back to the cutting board "soon. i arranged my schedule and we'll both be free, so in two weeks from now."

"you already have a ring ?"

he grunts in agreement. and mitsuki besides being proud of the fact her hunch was right, feels her heart warms at the burst of nostalgia of her little boy. her katsuki, kicking his feet in the backseat of her car. tightly gripping his bag of ring pop candies he'd give to you the next day. her little katsuki, who'd proudly claimed he was going to marry you when he grew up in that very same car, exclaiming that he'd proposed to you with those very same candies he'd almost had a tantrum over her not getting.

her little boy, who'd gotten oh so big, and so, so much more enamoured with you.

"good." she utters sweetly, voice just a bit wobbly "good. that's great, katsuki."

he nods to himself " i've thought about it for a while now..long while." he scoffs to himself, eyes focused on the cutting board in front of him. "got the whole day planned out too."

"yeah ?" he nods. her eyes soften as he speaks mostly to himself, he's had this little self hype up habit ever since he was a boy. trying to calm himself down and reassure himself. it's a smart move, but as strong and mature as he is, katsuki is nothing more than human. and anxieties can creep up on the best of us.

she's seen it before, and she sees it again when he bites his bottom lip in thought, and she smiles softly.

and again, she coaxes him into it " that sounds nice, looks like you got it all planned out, huh?"

and he nods again. but it doesn't take him, long before he breaks.

"..what if she says no ?"

and mitsuki wants to laugh. she really does, because the thought of you ever saying no to him sounds absolutely ridiculous to her. she snorts. shaking her head while her son looks at her incredulously.

"katsuki.." she tuts, chuckling to herself before she looks up at him. "you've got absolutely nothing to worry about. you've got it."

his eyes widen, then her son's expression drops as he raises a brow "how do you know that ?" his words make her smile widen this much more and she really wants to laugh.

how does she know. she scoffs

she knows because she knows him. she knows her katsuki better than anyone else, he's her son. she knows he's rude, rowdy, quipy, temperamental and everything else. he's all of that and so much more.

and yet you still love him. you're still so incredibly patient with him, you still offer him all of your kindness despite him once confessing to her he doesn't understand how you do. despite all of the times he's messed up, the times he's fallen down, you stay by his side you care for him, you care about him.

she knows her katsuki is absolutely infatuated with you, he always has been. from tantrums about being separated in class and knowing your favourite ice cream flavour to him being overly protective over you when you were paired up with your lab partner that ended up not being him and to him wearing the stupid stuffy tux mitsuki tailor made for him to take you to prom.

you've always been his number one best friend, but he's always been yours as well : he loves you, but you love him just as much.

and so mitsuki smiles "call it mother's intuition. and, not to brag, but i think most of my hunches have been right by now" and it widens when katsuki scoffs and rolls his eyes at her boasting, another bratty little habit he has that he's practically mastered over the years. she sighs, spreading her arms out towards him "well come over here. you've gone and gotten so damn tall, i can't reach you myself !" her son rolls his eyes again, but he scoffs softly to himself and with a shake of his head, he closes the distance and hunches over to hug his mother. she wraps her arms around him tightly and he grumbles when she squeezes but he doesn't try to get away.

"there's nothing for you to worry about, katsuki. absolutely nothing." she repeats, rubbing his back. "you love each other, and that's more than enough. just be yourself, it's been working out for you this far..somehow." she jests. katsuki scoffs indignantly but they both end up chuckling about it. after a few more seconds they pull away and mitsuki pats her son's chest with a sniffle. right on top of his heart that she knows, she's seen, has gone through oh so much.

but still remained entirely yours throughout all the years and still so so so enamoured with you.

gripping onto his shoulders, she whispers "you got this." the glossiness in his eyes is impossible to miss, he's always cried very easily. but she guesses she mirrors his expression exactly. her son is the spitting image of her after all. she places a hand on his cheek and he leans into it.

"thanks, ma" he whispers sincerely. and mitsuki feels her heart soar.

"any time."

during dinner, katsuki announces the news to his father. who after getting over his shock immediately wraps his son into a hug. congratulating him and encouraging him with teary eyes, she knows where katsuki gets that from, before they all settle down to have dinner before katsuki leaves a few hours later. waving off his mother's insistence to pass you a greeting with a grumbled acknowledgement.

she shakes her head as her and her husband watch him drive off but her heart is full of pride.

"we raised a killer son didn't we ?" she giggles looking back at masaru, who agrees with a smile as they share a laugh.

and the next time you both come over, you're giddy. unable to keep your excitement in check as you keep excitedly looking back at katsuki, who finally relents with an affectionate sigh and you happily show off you're ringed finger with a squeal.

mitsuki squeals right back, wrapping you up in the tightest bear hug she could. masaru takes his turn hugging you, sweetly congratulating you both. of course, they'll tell you they both new in advance, but that was all for later.

sure, she didn't know what her son was planning in advance, but she had her hunches and her funny feeling from all those years ago that you'd be sticking around. she guesses it's good enough that she was the first to be told.

she sends her son a proud and teasing smile when they make eye contact. he rolls his eyes, but the smile on his face doesn't fade as he watches you talk with his father. she doesn't have to say a single word for him to know what she's saying.

i told you so.

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[fxllfaiiry]

─ callin' it quits now, baby, I'm a wreck ੈ✩‧₊˚

✶ pairing: miguel o'hara x fem!reader

✶ synopsis: the aftermath of the argument with miguel.

✶ warnings: angst, hurt with comfort, occ miguel (for one scene only dw), shitty humour, one or two swear words, reader being slightly mean, mentions of death.

✶ notes: part two of "you're the sunflower" this part was originally 8k words long and i was like nope, so i had to cut it down, I'm sorry. I really hope this isn't bad ‼️

At first, you didn't quit the team. 

After the blow-up with Miguel, you thought about leaving the team for good, but yet you decided to show up, hanging around for a bit before quickly leaving. 

But slowly you stopped showing up altogether. The looks of pity were too much for you to handle, and frankly, you deserve an apology, you deserved better.

Every day was torture, and seeing Miguel only made it worse. No one thought this whole ordeal would go this far. 

Everyone noticed the changes, you were more serious, and your usual sunshine self was gone at this point. Everyone noticed the day you stopped coming in. 

You felt so lonely, sure, you had friends in your universe but yet, nothing felt the same. You sometimes wondered if they missed you or not. 

It had only been a few weeks and yet it felt like months. 

A part of you secretly hoped someone from the team would show up at your doorstep pleading for you to come back, but nothing. 

"You'll get used to it eventually" You'd tell yourself. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

It had been two whole months since you left. Nothing felt the same without you. 

"Does anyone else miss Sunflower?" Gwen said sadly. She missed your hugs, and your little girl talks with her, she missed everything about you.  

"We all miss her, kid," Peter sighed. Without you, he had no one to talk to about Mayday. 

"I hope she comes back soon," Miles said. 

"I think she just wants space right now," Pavitr replied.  

"This is all Miguel's fault y'know?" Hobie added bitterly, how dare Miguel take his friend away from him. 

"Someone should talk to him, maybe if he apologizes, she'll come back." Miles was hopeful, he knew you'd come back eventually. 

"Sure, kid. As if Miguel ever listens." 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Miguel on the other hand was depressed. 

He'd gotten used to your presence and it felt odd without you.

He felt horrible about yelling at you but he was scared. The thought of you dying terrified him, and his way of dealing with that wasn't the best. 

He thought about apologizing many times, but he didn't know how to. The last thing he wanted was to cause more damage. 

"You know a simple "sorry" could fix this all right?" Lyla said, breaking him out of his trance. 

"It's not that easy, Lyla." He sounded so broken to his own ears. 

"Well, you gotta try, Boss." 

"Sunflower used to call me that." 

"You're joking, right? Wow, you really are pathetic." Lyla snorted. 

"What's that supposed to mean?" 

"Dude, you're in love with her. You are absolutely smitten." 

"Lyla, that's enough-" 

"No, you love her and that's why it's bothering you so much." 

"I don't-" 

"Nah, Lyla's right, you do love her." He turned around to see Jess standing in his office. 

"Jess, not you too, and where did you come from?" Miguel groaned, he did not love you. 

"The door…? Anyways, just try to fix things, the first step is you apologizing." Jess stated matter-of-factly. 

Miguel thought about it for a minute, these last few weeks had been pure torture for him, Jess was right, the first step is apologizing.

"Fine, I'll do it first thing tomorrow, but I don't love her." 

"Sure, whatever you say, man." Jess snickered. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

You got somewhat used to your new life. It was the same old plain routine every day. You tried to throw yourself into other things. Finding new hobbies, jobs, literally anything. 

But eventually, it all started to feel okay.

Things were finally starting to look good for you. 

You thought about the spider society way less and finally started living your life to the fullest. 

You were moving on. 

Crime fighting was easy today. You got to hang out with your friends and an old lady gave you a cheerio, which is something. 

You swung around the city for a bit, enjoying the view and temporary peace. 

Soon it was time for you to head back home. You climbed in through your bedroom window and quickly changed out of your suit, slipping into more comfortable clothing.  

When you went downstairs to get some food, you weren't expecting to see Miguel O'Hara sitting on your couch. 

"Holy shit, what are you doing here?" You scared him, because he jumped violently at the sound of your voice. 

"I was here t-"

"Humiliate me further? Because I thought we were done with that." You felt bad saying that, but he deserved it. 

"No, I'm here to apologize." He looked down, ashamed. 

"It's a bit late for that, isn't it?" You chuckled bitterly, walking past him into the kitchen. 

"Just listen to me for a second." 

"I thought I was incapable of doing that." You muttered to yourself. 

He got up and strode towards you, but he received no acknowledgment of his presence. 

"I'm sorry for yelling at you in front of everyone; it was wrong and I shouldn't have acted so immaturely." 

"Uh-huh, it's fine. You can leave now, the door's right there." You weren't buying his ridiculous apology. Even a five-year-old could do better. 

"I understand you're mad, but please give me a chance." That was pretty much the last straw for you.

"I'm mad? You humiliated me in front of everyone! You made me feel like shit, you made me think I don't belong on the team! You're an asshole." You were screaming at him, taking out all the anger and sadness you felt in the past two months.

"I'm sorry." He sounded so small, so vulnerable, and for the second time in his life, he didn't know what to do. 

"The best you can say is I'm sorry? At least give me a proper explanation." You scoffed, rolling your eyes. 

"I'm in love with you." What? 

"Right, if you're here to joke around and mock me just leave okay."  You open up to him and he mocks you in return. Amazing.

"I'm being serious. I'm not mocking you or joking around, I'm in love with you. You want an explanation, so I'm giving you one." He breathed, looking at you hoping to receive some reaction. All he got was a small head tilt which he took as a sign to continue. 

"The reason I yelled at you was because I was scared. I thought you were going to die and that terrified me, I've lost everything, and I don't want to lose you too. I didn't know how to handle it, so I lashed out. I truly am sorry, Sunflower." You froze trying to process everything, was he telling the truth? 

"Lyla and Jess helped me realize my true feelings for you." He whispered. 

When you said nothing for a few minutes he started to get scared, he was ready to get on his knees and beg for forgiveness if he had to. 

"Can you… say something? Please?"

"I can't forgive you just yet." He would never admit to what happened next but he started sobbing. All this was too much, being vulnerable was an unknown feeling to him. 

"Woah, wait hey, don't cry. Let me-" Before you could finish your sentence he fell to his knees, arms clutching your waist like a lifeline. 

You were beyond confused, you thought this whole interaction was some sort of weird dream. Miguel O'Hara down on his knees, for you? Wow, two months ago you would've scoffed and rolled your eyes at that. 

Nonetheless, you ran your fingers through his hair trying to soothe him. 

"Miguel, honey, listen to me. Just because I'm not ready to forgive you now, doesn't mean I never will." His face was still squished against your midriff, and his breathing was slowly returning to normal, with a few sniffs here and there. 

"So, you'll come back?" Seeing him in such a state broke your heart, you were still upset with him but were willing to give him a chance. 

"Yes, I'll come back tomorrow." At that, he smiled properly for the first time in weeks. 

He stayed there for a few moments, letting you comb through his hair gently, he would cherish this brief moment forever. 

"I should get going then. The multiverse needs saving." He said hoarsely, standing up, he was slightly embarrassed by this side of him. 

"Maybe use the door this time." He lightly chuckled at your statement, the warm feeling took over him once again.

Miguel did not want to leave, he wanted to stay here with you, but he knew that wasn't an option right now.

Before he left he had to get one last thing off his chest.

"Could you, not tel-" 

"Tell anyone about this? Don't worry, this stays between us only." 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Everyone was surprised to see you back the next day. 

The second you walked in, everyone was all over you, hugging you and filling you in on everything you missed. It felt good to be back. 

"I'm so happy you're back," Gwen whispered, hugging you tightly. 

"I'm happy to be back, Gwendy. I missed you guys so much." 

"Hey quit hogging Sunflower, it's my turn to hug her now." Miles huffed impatiently. 

"Me next!" Pavitr bounced enthusiastically. 

"Hey, not cool. I called dibs, man." Hobie groaned. 

"Hey, Sunflower, I have some new pictures of Mayday to show you." Everyone was so excited to see you again, it was chaotic, but it felt like home. They were your family. 

Miguel watched the scene from afar with a smile, he was glad everything was okay now. 

"So you fixed things up with her, huh?" Jess said, popping up behind him, once again taking him by surprise. 

"¡Ay, coño! Jess, stop doing that." 

"Sorry, not my fault you don't have a spidy sense." Jess hummed. "So, how did you get her to forgive you?" 

"I have my ways." 

"You got down on your knees and begged her, didn't you?"

"How did you know?" Miguel whisper-yelled. That was supposed to be a secret. 

"I have my ways." Jess winked. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── 

In a few weeks, everything was back to normal, you were back to your old self again. 

Except for the fact that you and Miguel were now closer than ever. That was new. 

You were always by his side, sticking close to him and he felt comfortable around you, always relaxed in your presence. 

He wasn't sure if you forgave him just yet, but he was willing to wait for as long as you needed. 

He did small things to show you he cared, sometimes it was bringing you coffee, other times it was giving you your favorite flowers. 

You knew he was sorry, and in your heart, you forgave him a long time back. 

So, you finally decided to tell him. 

You guys were in his office having lunch, he didn't like to eat out in the cafeteria. You both would usually sit in silence enjoying each other's company. 

"Hey, Miguel." 

"Hm?" 

"I forgive you." 

He raised his eyebrows in confusion taking a moment to realise what you meant. When he finally got it, his eyes widened almost comically. 

"Oh, you do?" He was trying to hide his smile but failed horribly. 

"I forgave you a long time back, but I just… needed some time." You nodded.  

"I understand that. Thank you for giving me another chance." 

"Actually, to forgive you fully, I want one thing from you." You declared, confidently. 

"I'll do anything, Sunflower." He'd indeed do anything for you. 

"I want you to go out on a date with me." 

His brain stopped working. You were asking him out on a date. 

"Miguel? Is that a yes or no?" You grew nervous at his lack of response. Did you cross boundaries? You thought he liked you. 

"I would love to." You quickly beamed at his response, after months of waiting it was finally happening. 

"So, how about tomorrow, at 7?" You giggled. 

"Sounds perfect." He sighed, softly smiling. 

He couldn't wait for tomorrow. 

[aingeal98]

More Jason and Cass thoughts (sorry but also not sorry) but if I was magically given full control over DC and could write what I'd want obviously I'd make Cass Batman but I've been thinking of what sort of reaction and role Jason would have in response. I think I'd write his version of "Congrats on the new job!" as a test, involving the Joker and civilians and gangs and Red Hood and a ton of explosives. Bruce failed me, and now he's given up. You're his successor, let's see how you handle this dilemma that freaked him out so badly he threw a batarang into my throat rather than let me avenge my own death in front of him.

So obviously Cass will overcome the traps and the puzzles. That's the fun part to show how competent both of them are and sprinkle in little character moments as we go. But then we reach the emotional crux of the matter, probably laid out as some sort of saw trap because it's Jason. Here I am, a victim of murder. You say nobody dies tonight but I did, and I want the man who did it dead. Not only did Batman fail to avenge me but he failed to stop the Joker from going on to create even more victims. What right do you have to stop me from getting justice for myself? What right does this man have to life after what he's taken from me and from countless others? I'm not trying to kill a random stranger, I'm specifically demanding justice for my own death that I never got while I was gone.

There are two ways this could go. The straightforward route if I knew my time on this run was limited would probably be a pyrrhic victory like the ones Cass's og series was so fond of. Just like Bruce in utrh, she acts on instinct and saves the Joker (and Jason this time) . A win technically, but she fails the test. Jason is once again vindicated but with nothing to show for it. The story ends with Cass sending the Joker back to jail and going back to the batcave, where the old Robin costume looms judgementally, highlighting her failure. It would be the most fitting end given their character molds, all tragedy and conviction and unstoppable force meets immovable object etc.

However... I think the option I prefer would be a little different. Cass levelling with Jason, a killer talking to a murder victim. She has no right to stop Jason from getting justice, she has no love for the Joker but she knows any death she allows to happen like this would devastate her, just like that death row inmate long ago she tried to break out but ended up letting go once the family of the victim talked to her and demanded justice. I think... In this specific situation, she'd just be honest. Morally she has no right sure. Personally she just really really doesn't want anyone to die. Give her one chance, please. Let her try it her way. Not demanding, not lecturing or insisting, just... Please. Don't do this. Let me try another way.

And then what? Jason asks.

In the end a deal is struck. Cass will take the Joker and lock him up, ensuring he never harms anyone again while also trying to rehabilitate him. But the second she fails and he gets free, Jason kills him and she won't stand in his way. It's the kind of deal that leaves both of them mildly disgusted and dissatisfied with themselves, neither of them naturally creatures of compromise when it comes to this specific topic. But Cass is willing to do anything to avoid death and Jason did not expect the new Bat to be so... Flexible? Kind of? Of course maybe she won't actually hold up her end of the deal and when the Joker gets loose she'll try and stop Jason from killing him and he'll get his miserable vindication, but right now this is something strange and new and he's mildly confused and curious about where it will go. He doesn't believe in her ability to contain the Joker forever but he's willing to let her try because her reaction to that future failure interests him. She's given him a sword of damocles to hang above her head and he didn't ask for it or expect it. It's the type of power he never thought the Bat would just... Hand to him.

The conflict ends with neither of them fully winning or losing. They both don't really know what to feel about this.

The thing is, the second Cass let's Jason kill the Joker she's hanging up the mantle. She's staking the Bat on this, because it's always go big or go home with her when it comes to saving others, even someone like the Joker. In this magical universe where I have unlimited power, Cass would lock the Joker in a secret bunker and have Leslie Thompkins talk to him daily, mostly because I think her pacifism speeches and debates in the comics would make a fun contrast to the Joker's evil sadism. (But what about his rights? Doesn't he deserve a trial and to be held in a regular prison? I'm going to be honest I think Cass would be very comfortable bending the rules on this specific situation. Morally questionable but I'd have fun with it. She's going to let Leslie treat Joker like her personal pet project to save his soul because yes she wants him to change but also she's got a city to save every night so go crazy Leslie, have fun.)

And the Batman series would continue with Cass as the lead, new challenges and new antagonists and every twenty issues or so for the first hundred we'll cut back to the Joker briefly if his chats with Leslie can help highlight some thematic element of the current arc. But bit by bit he'd slowly fade away onto oblivion, maybe getting referenced every hundred issues or so until eventually no one remembers or cares about him because there's so much else going on. Meanwhile Jason's got a good thing going as Red Hood, primarily based in Park Row and a tentative ally on the occasion when their vigilante work aligns. Unlike Joker he's a much more frequent character in the comics, and after say 10 years (this is my magical fantasy universe Cass's batman run is going to last for a very long time alright) when people think of DC characters they think of Red Hood long before they think of the Joker.

Is any of this realistic? Right now of course not. It's why I'd go with the pyrrhic victory if I actually got the chance, because it would be the best way to tell the story in the larger context of the Bat narrative. But it's my fantasy DC editor and writer daydream and I'm going to dream big. They're never going to be normal happy siblings, their personal demons will never fully let them be free and the looming possibility of losing everything they currently have narrative wise if Bruce comes back as Batman will always be there. But it's maybe the closest to peace they'll ever get. Unsatisfying and tame compromise that probably violates several laws and ethical codes but whatever. Cass has never read the Geneva convention and Jason's not going to shed tears over the Joker. Let him die relevancy wise if not physically.

[discofama]

I love how comfortable Adam and Lute are around each other.

I mean, look at this

So they're casually together during the extermination, much like how friends gravitate towards each other when in an event even if they're not talking or doing anything, just because it feels easier than being alone. Or perhaps Lute flew closer because she saw the huge war machine approaching Adam and got a little worried.

Charlie and Vaggie are going to attack them, and look at what they do:

Despite being Adam the one closer to Vaggie, he doesn't move an inch. They don't say anything (besides the shit talk) and Adam doesn't even look at her, he expects Lute will take care of Vaggie with no order from him, even if he's closer.

Obviously Adam is confident and doesn't think Vaggie can hurt him at all, but he clearly trusts Lute to get her out of the way. He probably knows how bloodthirsty Lute is for Vaggie and lets her have her without a word, and Lute complies, again, without a word, leaving him to handle the strongest of the enemies at that moment (Charlie).

So in this second, Adam and Lute communicated in silence. Adam didn't move and trusted her to cut in even if it was him the one under attack, and finally Lute trusted him to handle Charlie so she could fight Vaggie, as she didn't seem worried at all of the possibility of Charlie coming to protect her girlfriend.

They're in harmony. They're just natural together.

He lets her grab him like this and is willing to listen to her. It's clear he respects her and deep down appreciates that she'll keep him from doing something stupid, even if he whines.

She also climbs him? Lol. (Look at how she holds onto his arm 🥹 she's super comfortable with touching him!)

They're always hyping each other up, like in their songs:

(Look at Lute's smug face here 👇, she's sooo satisfied with what Adam's saying)

I honestly believe that they kinda make each other worse, that neither of them would be SO mean all the time if they didn't have the other: a companion who is always backing them up, who agrees on any crap that comes out of their mouth (Lute lets him talk shit about random women and nods, Adam goes along with Lute's homophobia despite seeming to not care that much about homosexuals).

Many portray Lute being a lot smarter than Adam, but I think they're both dumbasses. I mean, we laugh at Adam for saying he never made a mistake in his fucking life, but it was Lute who first stated angels don't make mistakes, somehow keeping a serious face. I think Lute seems smart because she's more quiet and cares about the rules, but she doesn't do logic very well either and can be impulsive too, as shown in the end of ep. 1.

They're probably each other's best/only friend, because they're just so unlikeable. And it makes sense they'd deeply care for one another. They care about that person that stands them and agrees with them and actually enjoys being with them. They're always seen together, hanging out even off duty. They clearly have a lot of fun.

I'll be honest. I ship GuitarSpear, I love it, but I don't know if I want it to be canon for 2 reasons:

1. Lute might be a lesbian.

She is so repulsed by homosexuals that it feels personal. Talking about how disgusting and blasphemous Charlie and Vaggie's love is, or how many cocks were in Angel's mouth and calling him a whore. She cares too much about it for it to not be personal, and I think it makes sense that she'd be a closet lesbian with a shit ton of internalized homophobia. She probably knew about Vaggie's sexuality and held a lot of resentment towards her before tearing off her wings. Maybe she was even attracted to her and was so repulsed about it that she redirected her self-hatred to Vaggie.

2. I think it could be better for Adam's character.

Let's just think about it. This character has a very distorted view of women, he has a fixation on them and hypersexualizes them. So the idea of this horny man, who always sees women with sex colored glasses, being good friends with a hot female below him in the hierarchy with no sexual or romantic interest whatsoever is nice to me. It'd work as sort of a redeeming quality in regards of his relationship with women, and I personally think this man is very redeemable. Let's hope he gets a second chance!

Still! All of this trust and comfort and team feelings can be read as romantic and I certainly wouldn't mind if it becomes canon! They could be the best villain couple!

Summarizing, these two are soulmates, end of the story. They're worse together, but also probably provide the other of a very needed company.

I have no clue if Adam will actually come back, but if he doesn't, I'll feel very bad for Lute. Yeah, yeah, she's an evil bitch, I don't care.

[ddejavvu]

Begging Spencer to show you ‘the X-files’ that the FBI must have and doesn’t he trust you enough to let you see them? You know he knows where they are. C’mon you won’t spill government secrets! You know they exist

And you will not let up begging Spencer to tell you about them, no matter how many times he swears there’s no kind of x-files department in the FBI

this request made me remember that i've never seen any episodes of the x-files and then i googled it and wanted to watch it until i clicked 'images' and was scared shitless because i forgot i can't really handle Scary Creatures

--

Spencer looks very unimpressed when he makes his way out of your bedroom, phone pressed to his ear as Penelope berates him on the other end.

"Y/N," He starts, tone accusatory and posture stiff, "Why is Penelope shouting at me because I 'told you I didn't love you anymore?'"

"You did," You gripe, unapologetic towards Spencer's plight, "You told me you didn't trust me, and that's the same thing."

His brows furrow and the hand holding his phone isn't pressed as tightly to his ear anymore, "When did I say I didn't trust you?"

"You won't show me the x-files!" You gush, and Spencer's face shifts, from concern to incredulity to exasperation.

"Penelope," Spencer cuts off whatever lecture she was in the middle of, "False alarm. I'll fix it."

He hangs up without another word, which he wouldn't normally do, but he knows she's beyond reason. He'll call her back later, and beg her to forge a convincing-looking government file with something silly for you to entertain yourself with.

"There are no x-files in the U.S government!" He insists, and it's a phrase he's starting to think he's said more than his own name since he began dating you, "Honey, if there were monsters rampaging around the country, you'd know about them."

"Not if the government was trying to cover them up," You grumble, "I know they're there somewhere, Spence, you can't hold out forever!"

"I'm not gonna break," He laughs at your choice of words, "Even if I did there'd be nothing to show you!"

"Right, okay," You nod, clearly disbelieving, but looking to avoid any more of Spencer's attempts at getting through to you, "Y'know, pretty boy, I'll take off my top if you let me at 'em."

"I- that's not fair!" Spencer stammers, pink tinges spreading through his cheeks and down his neck, "I can't show them to you-"

"-Aha!" You cut in, "So they do exist, you just don't trust me!"

"-Because they don't exist!" Spencer finishes with an exasperated huff, "Sweetheart, ask Garcia if you don't believe me. She'd rather get hit by a bus than lie to you."

"I will," You vow, snatching your phone off of the couch cushions to text your favorite technical analyst, "Then you'll be sorry, Spence. Then she'll get to see me take my top off."

[archangeldyke-all]

sevika in relathionship so pretty so fluff

an maybe hard sex.... and if your comfortable chasekink you know

ty for the requests!! i hope u enjoy :)

men and minors dni

first! fluffy sev relationship hcs!

i think she'd be guarded at first

she's completely obsessed with u, and it would freak her out.

so at first, she'd keep you at a distance, scared of how soft you make her feel.

she'd limit you guys to one or two dates a week. (even though she wants to spend every waking moment with you.)

she wouldn't spend the night, wouldn't invite you to her place. (she's scared she might have a heart attack if she sees you comfortable and domestic in her own home.)

but after a while, she realizes you aren't going anywhere. she doesn't have to keep you away, because you want to be with her just as much as she wants to be with you.

once she works this out (like 2/3 months in) it's a complete flip.

like overnight, sevika goes from being a bit distant and closed off to a complete romantic sap.

she's always touching you, whether it's hanging off you as you do chores around the house, or sliding a hand in your back pocket while shopping together.

she spends almost every night with you. moves you into her apartment as soon as you let her.

she's always doing thoughtful little favors for you, without you even having to ask.

like she overhears a conversation you're having with a friend and you mention how you're craving food from a specific restaurant.so she goes out to get take out from that place for dinner that night.

if you're in the shower, she'll throw your towels in the dryer for you so they're toasty warm when you get out.

she's always buying you things, or building you things, or bringing home cool things to show you. (totally the type of gf to give you cool rocks.)

as far as sevika chasing u/ hard sex, here's a little something i cooked up for u... (ft. amab sevika... or she's just strapped with the breeding strap 24/7... it's up to u)

singed, silco, and sevika are constantly experimenting with different variations of shimmer for various desired effects. most of the time, it's singed and silco watching rats react to drops of the drug. but when they're satisfied with their trials and ready to test it on a larger subject, they'll call in sevika for help.

so one day, as sevika's leaving for work, she tells you that she'll be working late, to not worry if you don't see her for a while. you pout and ask her what'll be keeping her, she tells you her and 'the boys' were testing out some new variants. she kisses your pout away and promises to take you out for dinner over the weekend.

"should be interesting." she says, pulling her cloak over her head. "singed says the rats were goin' fuckin' crazy." you gulp.

"just be careful, sev." you plea, straightening her cloak out for her and tucking her hair behind her ears. she rolls her eyes. "don't roll your eyes. i want you back in one piece."

she leans into kiss you one final time. "don't worry baby. i'll see you tomorrow."

you wake up the next morning alone and cold. you curse your girlfriend for abandoning you, but go about your day without much concern.

when you get home that afternoon and sevika's still not back. you start to worry. when night falls and she's still not home, you throw on your coat and shoes and march down to the last drop.

you start getting more and more freaked the closer you get to the last drop. it's a friday night, and the usual crowd that would be lining the street to get in is nowhere to be seen. the neon eye isn't lit, and when you get to the front door, there's no lights on inside.

you try the handle.

nothing.

you knock.

nothing.

you're about five seconds away from breaking the glass when you hear the sound of the back door swinging open. sprinting around the building, you find silco and all his employees flooding out into the alley. all except sevika. silco freezes at the sight of you.

somewhere behind him, singed mumbles. "good, she's here."

terror seizes you.

"what did you do to her?" you demand.

"now, don't work yourself up into a tizzy, dear--" silco is cut off by a loud crash coming from inside the bar.

"there goes the barricade." ran mumbles. a few goons start to scatter, backing away from the bar then breaking out into sprints when more crashing begins. silco puts a hand on your shoulder, and singed begins to ramble behind him, nervously.

"sevika had an... unexpected reaction to the shimmer." silco slowly starts walking you backwards as singed continues to talk. glass shatters behind you. "it seems we may have accidentally triggered her, ahem..."

"her more primal instincts--" silco cuts in

"--yes! her primal instincts-- a little too intensely..."

"what does that mean?" you ask. silco laughs nervously.

"it's easier for you to just see for yourself." he says, guiding you through the doorway and into the back of the last drop. you snap around when you hear sevika's pained groan echo throughout the empty bar.

"where is she?" you demand. silco doesn't answer. you turn around to face him, but he's gone, and the back door is slamming in your face. "hey!" you say, pushing on the door. "what the fuck?" the door doesn't budge, and you can make out the shape of a dumpster being pushed in front of the exit through the frosted glass.

you blink in shock. what the fuck was happening?

you were quickly distracted by another whimper echoing through the halls. you took off into the bar, searching for sevika. "sev?" you call out. "sevika?" you made your way onto the dance floor, eyes scouring the trashed bar for your girlfriend. "sevika!"

a gasp sounds from behind the bar. you run over. "go away!" sevika growls. you ignore her, rounding the bar and crouching beside her where she's laying on the ground in the fetal position.

"it's me, baby, i'm here. what happened?" you ask, quickly putting your hands on her back, trying to turn her over.

"you need to get the fuck out of here, right now." sevika spits out. her voice is deep and raspy, and her shirt is soaked in sweat, the skin beneath it on fire. she seems... bigger somehow. like the shimmer added another ten pounds of muscle on top of her already chiseled body.

"what's going on baby?" you ask, tears running down your cheeks, pressing a kiss to her head. "tell me how i can help."

in the blink of an eye, sevika's flipping over and slamming you onto the ground, her mechanical hand encircling your throat and squeezing, cutting off your oxygen in a flash. you gasp, clawing at her copper hand. above you, sevika snarls, her spit drips down onto your face, her eyes glowing purple.

"you need to get the fuck out of here before i tear. you. apart." she growls. her teeth seem sharper. you shudder beneath her, struggling against her hold.

suddenly, sevika throws her body off yours, writhing in pain. you scramble to your feet, gasping for air, backing away from her. as soon as you get breath back in your lungs, you dash for the double doors in the front of the bar. behind you, you hear sevika snarl.

you flick the bolt on the doors and push, but the door doesn't budge. you can hear a chain and padlock clanging against each other with every shove you give the door.

you're going to kill silco if sevika doesn't kill you first.

turning around, you see sevika standing behind the bar, eyeing you like prey. her nostrils are flared, her eyes are dead set on you, teeth bared like she's going to rip your throat out. you damn near piss yourself.

you take off for the stairs, cursing when you hear sevika's footsteps take off after you. scrambling upstairs, you duck into silco's office, grabbing a chair and throwing it at the windowed wall behind his desk. a panel shatters, just barely big enough for you to fit through, and just as you're about to leap down to the street fifteen feet below you, a heavy hand lands on your nape, pulling you off your feet then hurling you toward the ground.

you land with a grunt, and then sevika lands on top of you.

"sevika!" you say, punching at her chest, trying to push her off you. "let me go!"

"i told you to get out of here and you didn't fuckin' listen." she growls above you. in all your flailing, you manage to claw sevika across her face. three lines of blood bubble up across her cheek. sevika stares down at you in shock and you stare up at her in fear. then, she laughs.

"you're cute when you're scared, honey." she says. the violent glint in her eye shifts to something you recognize a little more, and then she's flipping you, pinning you to the ground with a hand on your head, tearing your pants off with the other.

"sevika!" you gasp, scandalized. she doesn't hear you, shredding the fabric covering your ass until it's free. she smacks it, laughing at the way you squirm. "what the fuck are you doing!?"

"tried to kill everyone else. shoulda known i wouldn't wanna kill you, sweetheart." she growls. you shiver beneath her. "silco's smart, sending you in here."

"what the fuck are you talking-- oh!" suddenly, your panties are torn off your hips. "sevika!" you gasp.

above you, sevika rearranges herself. she pushes at your hips until your ass is up in the air, and you whimper. you gasp when you feel the sole of her rubber boot press down against your head, taking her hand's place. you struggle against her, and she smacks your ass, pressing her foot down against your head harder.

with two hands on your hips, she starts grinding her clothed buldge against your cunt. you whimper.

"sev-sevika what--"

"you're soaked." she snarls. "fuck, you're such a whore. choked you out and you're creamin' your panties." her voice is a mixture of disgust and admiration. your shaking like a leaf beneath her. "'m gonna put a fuckin' baby in you now." she growls. you gasp.

her hand leaves your hip for half a second to shove her waistband down, and then all at once, she's gripping your hip again, spitting on your fluttering asshole, shoving her cock inside you to the hilt.

you gasp at the stinging stretch in your cunt, tears welling up in your eyes. sevika has no mercy, not giving you a moment to adjust before she starts pounding into you.

"i'd fuckin' live in this cunt if i could." she grunts as she smacks your ass. you whine. "feels so good."

"sev!" you screech. "slow down!"

she doesn't slow down, instead she spits in her hand and reaches around you to start rubbing your clit. "that better baby?" she asks. you gasp. "yeah, that's better." she answers for you, rutting her hips against your ass.

the tip of her dick is nudging your cervix, and pleasure quickly starts taking over the pain. she fills you so fucking well, like her cock was made for you, like your cunt was made for her. she grunts behind you. "yeah babe?" she asks. oh shit, you must've been talking out loud. you nod as best as you can beneath her boot.

"yeah." you moan.

"you want my cum?" she asks again. you shudder.

"yes!" you screech. she chuckles.

"you first. milk it outta me." she grunts. your eyes roll to the back of your head, your cunt clenching hard around her. she whimpers, her hold on you tightening. "cum on my cock baby." she grunts, smacking your ass. that's all it takes for you to fall apart beneath her.

your legs shake as you cum, and sevika growls, her foot lifting off your head and settling behind you to get better leverage as she fucks her cock as deep as it can go inside you. She gives her hips three more thrusts before she's groans, her hot cum filling you up, and dripping down your thighs.

the two of you collapse simultaneously. she's crushing you with her weight but it's a comforting crush, and you sigh happily. sevika kisses your head.

"you okay?" she asks.

"yeah." you say dreamily. she chuckles.

"'m sorry."

"not your fault." you mumble. "thanks for not killing me." she chuckles above you.

"hmm." she hums, nuzzling into the nape of your neck.

she's asleep in a moment, her breaths evening out and tickling your ear. with sevika laying on top of you, you don't have many other options beside falling asleep beneath her.

the next morning you're both woken up by silco standing in the doorway of his office with his back turned to you, clearing his throat. "i'll give you two privacy to... clean up and go home... i just wanted to make sure you survived the night." he says.

"silco!" you call before he can shuffle away. "you need to find a new human test subject." you say. he nods.

"yes, i agree. i'm already making arrangements to make that change." he says.

"good." you say. then, "and leave a few of those shimmer samples on the bar for us."

sevika muffles her laugh in your neck as the two of you watch silco's shoulders shoot up, his ears turning bright red.

[thewertsearch]

EB: […] i'm not sure if i actually want to encourage you to go off fighting him… EB: because as strong as you probably are, it sounds like he is REALLY strong. EB: and even though you killed tons of people, i think i would still be pretty sad if you died. […] EB: so maybe you should just let us handle it? at least we won't fight him directly.

Well, if you actually manage to destroy the Sun, Jack will be significantly weaker, albeit still threatening.

If we can't convince Vriska to back off, maybe we can convince her to at least delay her attack. Once Jack's no longer a First Guardian, she'll be able to swoop in for a duel she could actually win.

Against Semi-Perfect Jack, I'd give her even odds - but what are the odds if she leaves now? Does she stand any chance against a Jack at the height of his power?

Well, maybe. I know I just joked about her getting annihilated, but Aradia did prove that God Tier powers work on him. Vriska's luck stealing is capable of some pretty astounding feats, but is it really enough to compensate for their enormous power differential? Luck can only take you so far, after all.

I'd give Perfect Jack a huge advantage in this fight, but a Vriska victory isn't completely out of the question, and I can see a few ways she could clinch it.

For example - what are the odds of Jack's Ring falling off?

Is it a million-to-one chance?

Is it a sixteen-million-to-one chance?

AG: You know how I said I couldn't rel8 to the attachment you have for your guardians? […] AG: Well, I guess that isn't completely true. AG: There are adult trolls who we can rel8 to, if we choose to, and if we are lucky enough to discover who they are. AG: 8ut it is not really in a familial sense, at least not socially speaking, the way you understand family. They are more like figures of legend, who are said to have more in common with us genetically than any other troll. 8ut we can never meet them of course. Only look up to them, and follow in their footsteps, 8ecause they died centuries ago.

Wait, so Mother Grubs are sitting on the same DNA for centuries?

I suppose that's why they're ancestors, rather than parents. It's a little strange that Mother Grubs hang onto the same genetic templates for so long, but this is alien biology we're talking about. Anything is possible.

Can the same genetic templates be reused multiple times, then? Can one single ancestor have multiple descendants, allowing trolls to have siblings as well as parents?

...hey, they might even have grandparents! If every troll has an ancestor, then your ancestors will have ancestors themselves, and they'd be your second-order ancestor, too.

AG: I am completely certain it is true, and I know who mine is! AG: I have 8een doing my 8est to honor her legacy for most of my life. AG: I even named my roleplaying character after her!

So this is why she’s so gung-ho about Marquise Spinneret Mindfang. Lay it on us, Vriska!

don't think about baby vriska being forced to kill don't think about baby vriska being forced to kill don't think about baby vriska being for

AG: It was 8efore I ever started gaming, or rounding up other kids to feed my lusus. AG: I was nearing the age where I would 8e expected to feed her.

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[your-girl-mj]

whiney when drunk [1610!miles × drunk!reader]

summary: [name] drinks too much, and miles has to face its consequences.

warning: mention of skintone, but i think it was harmless. kinda cringe, but she's drunk, so what can i say?

note: based on a scene from "Hidden Love" when the girl got drunk. she/her for reader, he/him for miles

created: august 7, 2023

published: august 9, 2023

first part | second part

miles were in the middle of his homework, and the paper is consist with equations and small doodles on the side. his head booping at the music from his headphones, tapping his pen every now and then.

his work came to a halt when his phone rang and the music stopped. the device moves the slightest as it vibrates on the hard surface of his desk.

checking the caller id, a smile tugged his lips, seeing it was his girlfriend. "hola, mamí." he greeted his eyes, caught the clock, and it was already nine, almost ten. "are you finished hanging out? want me to pick you up?" miles asked, already standing up from his seat.

miles knew it was [name] and her friend's outing since they all passed their finals. she asked him to come as well, but he still needs to finish his homework for college. "..hello?" a slur voice erupts from the device, making miles frown his brows in confusion. he struggled to put his suit on with one hand as the other held the phone.

"[name], are drunk?" he frowned. It's not like he's not allowing her to drink. he just doesn't want her to get drunk and feel horrible in the morning after. and of course, especially when there are boys in her friend group. "you said you don't drink."

"...i don't." she answered before a little giggle followed right after. "i miss my boyfriend..." her hand was leaning on a table. her vision is blurry, and her body seems to be disobedient today and does not help her balance. "my... adorable spidey—"

"okay, okay!" he cut her off his nervousness are rising up at the thought of his girlfriend exposing his identity because she's drunk, quickly putting his jordans in a bag as well as things he knew she'll need, then rushing to get his keys. "don't drink anymore, okay?"

"mm.." she hummed, looking around the restaurant. picking a food from her plate and eat it. her head is too fuzy to think straight and following the first thing that comes to her mind.

"can you tell me where you are?" miles rubs a hand over his face, a little disappointed that she drinks a little too much than she couldn't handle.

"[adress.]" she said in a slow and low voice. her eyes were dropping as it was only two hours before midnight.

"wait there, I'm on my way." he puts on his mask and jumps off his window. his other hand still cling on his phone.

"whhhyy?" she squint her eyes, tilting her head before she soon feels like her head is weighted two times heavier and presses her temple on the cold surface of the table, resting it there.

her friends calling her name in the background, but she paid no mind to them, wanting to only hear her boyfriend's voice.

"because I'm going to pick up a drunkard." with that miles hangup. leaving a very confused [name] on the other side.

"a what?" she sat up straight, migraine swirl in her head making her massage her head. "miles? hello?" looking at her phone, the girl only saw her lockscreen of her and miles. [name] clicked her tongue, "you can come here and you'll see me, but when i come there, i won't see you." she frowns at the image of miles in her phone. "you're so weird..."

"i'll be off," she announced to her friend group, taking her bag with a drowsy action. as she stood, her feet were giving her a hard time to walk straight.

a series of goodbyes are heard as she slowly walked her way out. pushing the door with all her left out strength, it didn't budge as she thought it would. "girl, how much did you drink?" the voice of a friend came to her side, helping her pull the door open.

"i don't know.." she blurb out, "miles is going to..pick me up, you don't have to come.." [name] lightly push her friend back to the entrance. "have fun in there.."

"no, no, no. I'll get back when your boyfriend shows up," her friend insisted, holding her arm to steady her body. "you okay?"

"no," [name] answered, getting out of her friend's grasp and crouching down with her head leaning on her knees. "i feel like throwing up..." her voice coming out as mumbled, her friend slowly rubbing circles on her back.

miles, finally in his civilian clothes; jogged up to where the said place is. a sigh left him as he saw his girl sitting down on the floor with a friend by her side.

"oh, hey! you're here," her friend greeted, noticing miles, standing up straight. [name] leaning her body into her friend's leg. "it was a mistake to make her drink, we're sorry."

"nah, it's good." he nods, then meets his girl's eye level. [name] slowly lift her head up and meet his disappointed face. the girl only scoffed at him, frowning.

"who are you?" her eyes squinted as she tried to look harder and tried to figure out why he looked familiar. miles couldn't stop a chuckle to get out.

"your boyfriend." he answered, his negative feelings are now gone. he waved back to her friend as she made her way inside.

"no, you're not." huffing, she turned away from him. still sitting down on the street.

"then, i'm a friend of your boyfriend."

"no, you're not... i only know one."

"and who is it?" he started to get along with whatever she had in her mind. slowly taking her hands, and tried to pull her up.

"ganke, and he's asian.. and white." she mumbled, standing up as he pulled her. miles came to a conclusion that she'll be an easy target for kidnapping. "and you're not white..." she leaned her body into his, taking a short nap. her voice is now talking nonsense.

"no, i'm not." he laughed, slowly taking her arm and guiding her on the way to take a cab. his other hand held tightly on her waist, not wanting her to fall. "you're whiny when you're drunk." shaking his head, a smile still plastered on his lips

it only took a short while before she protested, "don't touch me," scolding him, [name] pulled away from him and sat down once again, "i have a boyfriend. and i'm waiting for him.."

miles are smiling ear to ear as she refuses to take his hand because she thinks he is a stranger, "but i'm your boyfriend." he sat down as well. it was a good thing they stopped in a park with no people around.

"you are..?" she tilted her head, looking at him clearly now. miles only replied with a hum, nodding. [name] took his face and observed it carefully. miles thought she's getting more adorable as second pass by. "miles!" she broke into a grin, squeezing his face.

"hey!" he lightly greets her, mimicking her beam. "you finally recognise me," placing his hand aboves hers, he caresses the back of her palm.

"i missed youuu!" [name] whined, the alcohol is taking major effects. as tears coming out of her eyes, pouting at him, "but you don't miss me.."

"aw, mamí.. i missed you every day. " bring her hand to his lips, and he kissed her palm. smiling at her with a lovesick grin.

"you don't..." she cried, taking her hand away; wiping her eyes. miles blink at her, confused why would she think that way.

"i do, [nickname].." he took her hands again, rubbing it gently.

"you don't." her face is flushed, hazy eyes are fighting for consciousness. "you said we're gonna— we're gonna have a date and then... you cancelled..again!" she started to cry for the second time tonight. her voice cutting off on its own as it was hard for her to talk while sobbing. "you don't love me anymore..!"

what makes it worse, her sobs made her migraine throb much more. miles can only feel guilt in his chest. he chose not to explain it tonight since he knows she'll not remember anything and that he can focus on taking care of her. but how?

his head was in a fuzz, not knowing what to do. is this why she doesn't drink? "i do love you, [nickname]." she cried even harder, making miles in a full panic. "don't cry, don't cry, baby..." he pulled out wipes from his bag and wiped her face gently. "...how much did you drink?"

"dunno'... it was on a small cup. hehe, cute cup.." [name]'s face is red from her cries and the effect of the drinks. she stays still as miles clean her face, "i feel sick..."

"i know you do, let it out. you'll feel better," her boyfriend pulled out a plastic bag and held it for her.

"no! it's disgusting..." her eyes are now close, her head bopping before miles catching and made her lean into him. "i love you..." she mumbled, nuzzling on his chest. a pout is still present.

"i love you too, [nickname.]" he kisses her forehead, giving her a tight embrace, rocking her back and forth in slow motion. the guilt is still present.

"kiss?" she perk her lips up, wanting to give her a peck. miles waste no time to fulfil her wish and give her a short yet sweet kiss.

"you taste like booze." he commented. she's so wasted that she can't even feel her own feet.

she suddenly opened her eyes at him, her lips started to wobble and started to cry again, "i'm sorry...! i didn't mean toooo!" she sobbed.

miles could only blink at her, and a chuckle escaped him. "it's okay, mami. you're okay," a snort followed.

[name] looked at him betrayed, "you're laughing..." this made miles purse his lip, taking all his might to not laugh. "you're making fun of meeee," she then layed down on the cold floor, lazily swinging her arms.

who knew booze can change a whole person's personality?

miles did his best not to laugh, "no, i'm not laughing, [nickname]," he took her hands and carry her to her feet, the boy is biting down a grin as she kept looking at his face, "i'm not making fun of you, it's okay you got drunk."

"but you're mad!" she throws her head back, huffing. her head feels heavy all of a sudden, and everything is blurry like before. miles was quick to put a support behind her head, confused by what she meant.

"mad? why would i get mad?" Scooping her by her hips and back, miles carried her like a princess. he made sure his girl was comfortable before walking, doing his best to not sway too much.

[name] snuggled into his arms as he carried her, "on the phone.. you're mad because i got dru...nk ..." her voice trailed off, slowly getting others taken by sleep, "but i love you so..." with that, she's finally sleeping soundly on his chest.

miles smiled at her, she looks so beautiful even with a rough night like this. kissing her forehead, he replied to her words. "yo tambien te amo, mi vida." [i love you too, my life.]

should i make a "morning after" part?

edit: morning after part <3 here

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

Would you be willing to do a platonic jinx and silco with a autistic fem reader? Has trouble with communucation and socialization, a bit clumsy, but is otherwise very loyal and sweet to them both and one of the few people who not only can keep up with jinx intelligence wise but actually understand her. Silco and jinx one day overhear one of silco's goon straight up call her an "idiot freak" or something really horrible not knowing she's more than just that kid that hangs around jinx all the time but is pretty much family.

(hello! I however, do not write autistic readers because I do not have autism or know anyone who does and I don't want to be insensitive for anything about that so I cannot do that so sorry. But anyways, enjoy!)

Little Dysfunctional Family

Jinx

Jinx was ways happy to have you

Even if you had your quirks

She wasn't always the best with communication either

She was also accident prone, now and then when she was a certain someone

She didn't like socializing, she hated it

She didn't like being around fake ass goons who thought kissing up to her would get them on Silcos good side

It got tiring

So, having you, and knowing your love and being with her was genuine??

Made everything else matter absolutely jack shit

She treats you like a sibling, maybe if your younger, like a little kid sibling she never had

She will be very protective and loving

She doesn't want anything to happen to you

Or for anything, or anyone to take you away

She doesn't think she can handle that

So she does whatever it means to keep you happy and very loved

As long as you love her the same

It's a great deal, really

She is very happy you're able to connect with her on so many different levels

Especially when you help her when she has freak outs

You understand why she has them, and how she is the way she is

But you never judged her about it

Or really questioned it, you were just you, and you were there for her

And she will always love you for that

And that you're able to keep up with her highly energetic ways is amazing

And how you can make gadgets and go on and on for hours on end with her

She loves

She never had someone like that before, so now that she does

She doesn't wanna let it go and doesn't want anything to change

So to hear someone talk shit about you??

You??

The amazing one, her fucking sibling, like they're nothing??

Oh boy

When Jinx is mad, she is mad

There are no limits

She will do whatever the hell she pleases to them

She'll toy with them for a little tho lmao

She'll be asking

"Why do ya think that?? Wow, what else do you think?"

Acting coy, a fake pleasant and charming smile on her face while she is seething inside

Then she'll just bust out

"Well, funny you say that about, y'know, my best friend."

She'd be giggling while the goon is terrified

Everybody knows

don't fuck with Jinx

She's a firecracker is under the protection and love of the Eye of Zaun

So, safe to say

That goon is GONE

never to be seen again

Oh well, cuts your losses

Jinx will then rant to you about it and be telling you how wrong the goon is

She'll also probably tell you bits of what he said, and make it out like he tried attacking her to justify what she did

But it's okay!

Who can be mad at this amazing girl?

Silco

He is the Eye of Zaun, man

He may not show it or say it very often, but he cares deeply about you and Jinx

He's had you guys for so long, he forgot what it was like without you both

He didn't care that you didn't very function well with socializing and communicating

To him, you were perfect

Because you were you

He wasn't good with that stuff either, like Jinx

That's what makes you all an amazing little family

A family that protects one another from anything

You all were basically molded with the same skills, some lacking in some departments, but we'll enough to appreciate one another

Even if it's not said every day

You knew it, Jinx knew it, and so did Silco

So, he wants to keep you and Jinx happy

He wants you guys to be taken care of

He also appreciated that you can connect with Jinx on a level he can not

Intelligence wise and her personality in general

Not many can keep up with the blue haired wonder

So, it's very much appreciated that you keep her alive while also indulging in her activities

He will not let anyone talk shit about you

Did you see how he acted when Sevika tried to call Jinx a problem??

Well, he'd act sorta like that

If the goon kept going on about you and saying shit

He's be silently pissed as they keep running their fucking mouth

If they even get the chance

He may not kill them per se

But they will be traumatized, no doubt

If they go far enough, he'd probably send Sevika on their ass

He would not stand for it

He would also, probably call them into his office and play a physiological game

He'd threaten them no doubt

And you and Jinx are giggling up in the rafters having the time of your lives watching this absolute jackass almost piss himself

Anyway, Silco would not let any asshole try and run all over you

He taught you better than to let that happen

He also will take care of it for you

It's his way of showing fatherly love

It's not perfect, but it's the way that he knows he can show it without screwing up

[gracev0609]

My Heart's Always Yours

Josh X Danny X Y/N

WC: 4.6k+

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, Adult Themes, Explicit Sex,m/f,m/m, Polyamorous Relationship,Lingerie, Body Insecurities, Relationship Insecurities

Your family fell into a routine, during the week Josh and Danny went to the studio early in the morning, getting done with enough time for them to come home and help you with dinner and take care of Hazel. Saturday came and Sam came over, tagging along with Danny and Hazel to go to the farmers market. More often than not Jake came by on Sundays to visit with his niece. It was all very domestic

By the time you woke up this Saturday, it was late enough in the day that Danny, Hazel, and Sam had already left for their adventure. Josh was laying in bed next to you, propped up against the headboard with a well worn paperback in his hands. He was up and awake to see them off, and he crawled back into bed with his book laying down next to you. You raised your head, voice laced with sleep,“Morning Joshy, you're reading that again?”

He closed his book, laying it flat on his stomach,” Of course I am baby, it's one of my favorites.”

You saw the clock on the nightstand next to him, you guessed they had been gone for at least an hour already. He placed his book back in the drawer of his nightstand and turned to face you,” Do you want to know something really sweet? Sam asked if he could wear the baby carrier today. He really loves being her uncle.”

“ Everyone loves her, it makes me so happy.” Your mind reeled, thinking about how in not that much time she'll look like Josh's mini me. She'll be undeniably Kiszka, with her father's copy and paste genetics.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Of course my love.”

“ I know she's our baby, all of our baby, but I want to know your thoughts and how you processed that she's yours. You haven't said anything about it.”

He brings his hand to rest on your stomach with his thumb rubbing your soft skin, while you internally cringe the skin there being flabby and stretch marked.

“Oh. Honestly? I feel really blessed, and I'm really happy. The second I saw the positive test I hoped that I was the one who helped create her, I loved her instantly. I would have loved her regardless, and I think you all know that.”

Relief floods your body, as you knew it would, but you can't help but feel insecure because of how Danny initially reacted.

You quiet your voice down to a whisper,” I know he loves her, but sometimes I can't help but think about how he reacted when we told him…. He didn't want her..”

“Baby- no… Yes Danny could have handled it better, but he loves Hazel with all of his heart, please don't discount that. He loves her so, so much,” Josh sighs,” That really weighs heavy on your mind, doesn't it.”

“It does, and I don't know if it will ever go away.”

Josh tightens his grip on your body and pulls you to him,” I'm so sorry he hurt you like that.”

“He hurt you too..”

Josh just nods his head, pulling you even closer to him. His warmth and the smell of his skin calms you back down. After a moment you turn to lay on your back again, and Josh's hand resumes its place on your stomach. You know it's all in your head but you can feel his touch burning into your skin, why would he want to touch you there. It's bigger than it was before you got pregnant, he couldn't possibly still find it pretty.

Your lip trembles as you rush out,” I don't feel good about my body right now, I don't feel pretty.”

You poke at the squish around his fingers, the skin looser than it once was.

Josh covers your hand with his,” Oh my love. I know it's hard, and I know you see these changes. I see them too, but I am in such awe of you. My beautiful wife grew and nourished my baby, kept her safe, how could I find that anything but beautiful? I love you so much.”

You blink the tears away,” I felt so pretty when I was pregnant and now everything hangs and sags, and there's so many stretch marks.I know I wasn't skinny before but…”

“And that's okay. I truly think you're breathtaking Y/N. Even if you don't see it, I do. Your tummy? It looks like this because it was our baby's home for so many months. You have more stretch marks because you did everything right for her, gave her all the nutrients she needed to grow. You did everything right, took your vitamins, drank so much water, ate healthy balanced meals even when you didn't want to, just so our baby would be healthy. Your breasts look different because they're changing to feed our daughter, that in itself is incredible. Your body is amazing and beautiful and is doing so much for the life we created, so please don't judge yourself by what society thinks you should look like, it changed for a purpose. It changed for Hazel.��

With a shaky inhale you say,” I know. And I know you're right, it's just my body has been in a constant battle with my brain my entire life. I still need some convincing sometimes, especially when I have two incredibly beautiful men who want me. Why would two men who look like that want me?”

Josh's big brown watery eyes look directly into your own,” Why wouldn't we? I think your beautiful brain is thinking too hard…. Can I show you how breathtaking I think you are?”

“Please turn my brain off.”

Josh dips his head down, placing hot open mouthed kisses to your skin. Pushing your oversized tee up above your breasts. He starts at your stomach making sure every inch of it is worshiped before dipping his tongue in your belly button. You giggle as he tickles the sensitive skin.

“Josh!”

“Every inch is beautiful baby”

He continues to kiss up your torso, his facial hair prickling your skin as he works his way to your breasts. He places gentle kisses there before teasing your nipples with a few licks of his tongue making you gasp. You could feel him hot and hard against your thigh. Your arousal coursing through your veins you whine,” Josh.. please.. I wanna be cock drunk, don't wanna think about anything but you.”

“I'm not done yet, love.”

He kisses up your neck, to your chin, placing a single kiss to your nose before slotting your lips together. You relish in how warm and plump his lips are.

“I love you Y/N.”

He quickly kisses back down your body, and you spread your legs for him, thinking he's about to go down on you. Instead he skips where you're throbbing for him, and he kisses down your thigh, nipping at the plush skin.

“Such strong beautiful legs, carried our baby…”

You look down at him, the most loving magical man between your legs.

You murmur feeling drunk on him already,” Baby.. I need to feel you.”

“Where my love?”

His hand that's resting on your thigh comes down to cup your cunt over your underwear, and you know he can feel how wet you are.

“Does my pretty girl need me right here? I can feel how soaked you are.”

Josh's fingers trace a line up and down your covered slit, making you even wetter for him. He pulls the cotton gusset to the side exposing your glistening folds. Josh leans in pressing a kiss to your slit. His tongue pokes out, licking up your arousal. He presses his tongue flat against your folds, using long broad strokes from your entrance to your clit before sucking it into his mouth.

“Fuck Josh, feels so good baby. You're such a good boy.”

You can feel him smile against your cunt, relishing in the praise. He continues loving on your clit, making you buck your hips, fucking his face chasing your high.

Gasping,”I- I…. Fuuuuck”

Moaning he laps up your release,” You taste so good baby, I love drinking you down.”

He rises from between your thighs, his lips and chin wet with your slick. Crawling up your body, he grinds his hips into yours.

“I want you in me, please I need it.”

He leans up on his knees, and you smirk as you spy the small patch of arousal that has leaked from his tip. Quickly he pushes his sweats down his hips, his length springing out, bobbing heavy between his legs.

“You're so pretty Josh.”

“No my love, you're so pretty. You're glowing, cheeks all red because you've already came, you're all relaxed. I love when you're like this, my most beautiful girl.”

He tilts his hips forward as he grasps his cock in his hand, swirling the tip in a circle around your entrance making you clench.

“Don't be a tease,” you say, scooting your hips closer to him.

Gently he presses into you, slowly at first as you flutter around the head of his cock, eager for the rest of his length to be buried inside.

He pushes in more, gritting his teeth,” Fuuuck you're… So. Tight. Just suffocating my cock.”

Finally he's fully sheathed inside of you, and you both exhale, his breath blowing across your face.

“Just relax for me love, let me make you feel better.”

Slowly he pushes his hips in and out once you relax around him, fully feeling each other. With your emotions heightened you swore you could feel every ridge and vein of his cock. It all feels so good.

You let Josh in to all of your senses. He is all you see, his face close to yours. He's all you feel, sliding in and out of you, running your hands down the broad expanse of his back. He is all you smell, his musk from sleep, and stale cologne from the previous day invading your nose as your face nuzzles into his neck.

Slowly you feel your second high creeping up on you, overwhelmed by Josh in the best ways.

“You gonna cum? I feel you squeezing me.”

You nod your head, squeezing his length as hard as you can before you topple over the edge. It doesn't take long for him to be diving off the cliff behind you,” Gonna fill you up baby, gonna fuck my load in you so deep.”

His hips stutter and you feel his warmth flood your insides, he groans as you milk him for all he has, “Yes, fuck, keep squeezing me, gonna give you all I've got.”

Finally he slows his hips to a stop, his cum oozing out from where you're connected. Josh peppers kisses against your face, thoroughly loving on you,”I'm gonna pull out now love.”

He pushes himself up into his forearms and you grip onto them,” No! Wait. Stay inside me for a little longer, I feel really good right now.”

He smiles, rolling you to your sides as he keeps you connected, his now spent soft length nestled inside you.

You close your eyes, dozing in the content feeling in your chest. Josh succeeded in making sure he was all you can think about. All of the heaviness that was swirling in your mind now replaced with him. His touch doesn't sear your body anymore, it feels comforting as it was always meant to be.

You were just about to fall asleep, so comfortable with his arms around your body and his cock inside you, when you heard Sam's unmistakable laugh through your closed bedroom door.

Josh's hand comes to cup your face, his thumb brushing your cheek,” It's time to get up lovie, they're back.”

You sigh and pull away from him, your bodies finally disconnecting. Josh makes his way to the ensuite bathroom while you grab some pajama shorts and one of Danny's sweatshirts. Josh comes back out, grabbing the pair of sweatpants he had on earlier and slipping them back on his body. Unabashedly you stare at the outline of his soft cock, you can't help it, you feel the need to be utterly consumed by him.

Josh smirks, catching your gaze as he throws one of his many white crew necks over his head,” Baby, aren't you going to go clean up?’

“Not yet, wanted to keep you there a little longer.”

You look at your husband and see his cheeks reddening and he exhales a long breath,” Damn…. That's hot sweetheart.”

You slid your feet into the slippers Josh and Danny got you, they were pink and adorned with embroidered strawberries. Josh opened your bedroom door, grabbing your hand leading you out to your family. You smiled wide when you found Sam on the couch holding your baby girl.

Sitting down next to him you asked,” Did you guys have fun today?”

You watched as Sam gingerly brushed the downy strands of hair back on her head.

“We had an amazing time! Saw lots of doggies, and cool crystals, and art! I, uh, I asked to wear the carrier today, so I could hold her….Hazel even reminded Danny to grab those peaches you love from the fruit stand.”

You chuckle, placing your hand on his shoulder, your thumb lightly rubbing back and forth,” Thanks for keeping my baby safe Sammy. You're a great uncle. I'm glad she has you and Jake.”

Danny comes in from the kitchen with a fresh bottle in his hands,”Alright, I know somebody's hungry.”

You see Sam's eyes light up,”Could I feed her?”

Josh and Danny wait for you to answer as you battle internally, on one hand he's so excited to feed his niece, on the other he's had your baby all morning and you're missing her dearly.

“Yes you can feed her, but as soon as you're done I'm snatching her up, I haven't even got to hold her yet today.”

You leaned into Josh as he lightly rubbed your back, slipping his hand under your sweatshirt to touch your skin. You both watched as Danny, the amazing father he is, coaches Sam on exactly what to do.

Josh leans forward so his lips are against your ear,”See how much he loves her? He's such a good Dad.”

Both of you observe as Danny lays a cloth against Sam's shoulder, teaching him how to burp her.

Hazel burps, making Sam exclaim,” Damn girlie, that was a big one!,” he continues to pat her back waiting for her to do it again,” Alright Hazelnut, Momma and I had a deal. I've gotta give ya back to her, I love you.”

He hands you your tiny baby, and warmth settles in your chest. You are beginning to recognize this as love. You cradle her little body against your chest, leaning your weight back onto Josh.

He looks at Danny and Sam,” We missed her this morning.”

Danny stands from his place on the couch and comes to stand in front of you, leaning down he gives Josh a kiss and then you a kiss,” Hazelnut and I missed you too.”

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It was a few days later, thanks to prime shipping, that the package that Josh ordered showed up. He had grabbed his phone after seeing you criticize yourself in the mirror once again,and started searching for a pretty piece of lingerie for you, something that would cover your stomach but still make you feel beautiful. Josh knew this wouldn't fix your insecurities, but he hoped you would still see how beautiful you are. He settled on a baby blue set, a pretty sheer thong, and a babydoll top with flowy sheer fabric covering your tummy. As he clicked add to cart an idea sprung in his head. He searched again this time inputting baby blue thong into the search bar. Finally finding something that would match what he had picked for you, he added two into his cart. One for himself and one for Danny.

Josh opened the packages, placing yours and Danny's nicely on the bed. Intrigued, he undresses to try his on. He had worn briefs and such before, but never something as small as a thong. Sliding the fabric up his thighs, he adjusts his cock the material barely holding him in. He walks up to the floor length mirror in the bedroom, and surprisingly he likes what he sees. He feels quite confident in the lingerie, and he's positive his partners were going to love it too. He twists around in the mirror, getting a peek at his ass, and he giggles knowing that Y/N and Danny are going to love that view. Josh grabbed his phone, opening up the camera app. He flicks it over to video and presses record. His eyes are piercing as they stare down the mirror, and his free hand comes up to palm himself over the barely there material.

It's a short clip, maybe 6 seconds, but he sends it to the group chat he has with his loves. He knows it'll drive them wild.

He takes the underwear off placing it on the bed next to the others and puts his regular clothes back on, it only takes moments for his phone to start buzzing.

Y/N💕: What the fuck Joshua, you look incredible!

Danny💕: We're in the checkout line at the grocery store, we'll be home in 15.

Josh smiles at his phone before gathering candles and placing and lighting them about the bedroom, attempting to make it a special evening.

Josh sits down on the living room couch playing on his phone until he hears the front door unlock. Danny comes in with only two grocery bags and Josh cocks his eyebrow,” The rest of the bags are in the car still, fuck it I'm just putting the frozen shit away.”

Y/N makes her way inside, Hazelnut in her arms, and she beelines it to the baby swing. Quickly buckling her in and pressing the on button.

Josh smirks,”You two seem to be in a rush, everything okay?”

Danny joins you two in the living room,” I don't know Josh, that little video of yours gave me a fuckin boner in the middle of the grocery store, so I think you have to make up for that stunt you pulled.”

Josh stands, clasping his hands together,” Well my loves, I do have a little surprise for you. If you would follow me to the bedroom.”

Josh grasps both of your hands, leading you and Danny to your bedroom. He opens the door with his foot, revealing the candles and your outfits for the evening.

“I got each of us a little something.”

Danny picks up the small scrap of fabric, cocking his eyebrow,” They match?”

Josh's fingers grip onto the hem of your shirt,” Can I?”

You nod and he lifts the shirt over your head, before reaching his hand around your back, unclasping your bra.

You shimmy the rest of your clothes off, grabbing the lingerie. Once everything is in place Josh leads you to the mirror, and your lip trembles lightly.

“Does my wife feel pretty? I think you look stunning.”

He remembers your conversation, of course he does. Josh is so special.

Quietly you answer,” I do. I feel really pretty, thank you.”

You turn towards your loves,”Alright, alright. It's your turn, let me see how hot you both look.”

You watch as they both steal glances at each other as they undress and slide on their lingerie.

You make yourself comfy on the bed, your eyes first raking over Josh's form, his toned body looking ethereal in the candlelight. You take in his chest, down his stomach, down his V line, to gaze at your prize. Your lip curls when you see he's already starting to strain against the skimpy fabric.

You gaze at Danny, his Greek God physique on display. Your eyes travel down his body, the patch of hair that starts at his belly button looking extra yummy as your eyes follow it downward to his heavy cock straining against the fabric of his thong.

You're not sure if you've ever been so turned on by their outfits before, your breath hitches in your throat,” Oh, fuck me.”

Danny stalks closer to the bed, palming his growing erection,” Oh. We plan on it sweetheart.”

Danny crawls onto the bed, crashing his lips into yours as he gently guides you back against the mattress. His rough kisses get softer and softer until he pulls away, still inches away from your face. His curls cascade down shielding you from looking anywhere but at him. He whispers asking you a question,”You haven't been feeling good about your body?”

You blink back the tears that threaten to fall,”No. No I haven't.”

“Why didn't you tell me love?”

Your hands trace up his chest settling in the hair at the nape of his neck,” I didn't want to be a burden. It's silly I know.”

His bottom lip juts out a bit, unhappy with your answer,”You are stunning Y/N. Always. I need you to remember that, we love you so much. Please let us show you how much.”

You tilt your head up, capturing his lips with yours,”Show me Danny.”

“You are so, so beautiful. Not just in the way you look, because you are stunning, but your heart and your mind are beautiful too. I couldn't ask for a better woman to be Hazel's mom.”

He kisses down your neck, making a whimper escape your lips.

“I think we should keep your pretty little top on huh? Makes you look like a goddess, Josh picked very well.”

Feeling the bed dip, Josh joins, pressing himself against your side, subtly grinding himself against your thigh.

Danny rises to all fours, sliding back down the bed, he picks at the waistband of your panties asking if he can take them off. You nod, lifting your hips so he can slide them down your legs. Danny stands, pulling them off you body, his eyes gaze down at Josh,” Fuck baby, your ass looks insane. Please tell me you're going to keep wearing these.”

Danny leans down, playfully smacking Josh's asscheek. He ducks his head down, kissing up your legs before diving into your cunt. Danny's strong nose nudging your swollen bud as he fucks his tongue in as far as it will go.

You thread your hands into his curls,”Fuck Danny! Feels so good!”

His lips and tongue baby your throbbing clit a little longer before the need to feel them overwhelms you.

“Both of you… on your knees.”

Quickly they disconnect from your body, “ Are you okay sweetheart?”

You bring your palms to their aching lengths, you can feel them twitching against the heat of your hand.

“You both look so sexy. So hard…”

Josh looks from your hand to your face,”Lovie… can you take them off? I've been hard for so long, it's getting uncomfortable.”

You take your fingers and trace the length of his covered cock, teasing the head of Josh's penis. He huffs out a breath, waiting for you to continue.

Your fingers dip into the waistband of Josh's panties, pulling them slightly to tease him with friction.

“Fuck, baby please. Take me out.”

Finally you take mercy on your whiny boy, pulling the panties down his thighs before grabbing his cock and sinking your mouth down on him.

You can hear Danny's voice, with him looking above you,” I bet it feels so good. His eyes are rolling back baby, I can't wait to feel your mouth on me.”

You bob your head down his length, working your tongue over him.

Josh whines out a long, fuuuuck.

And you notice Danny has positioned himself behind Josh, lapping at his entrance. The sucking noises coming from the both of your mouths are obscene as Josh's hips erratically move back and forth chasing the pleasure.

His high slams into him, quicker than he thought,”Fuck- I'm gonna cum. I-”

Danny's hand comes up to squeeze his balls, encouraging Josh to meet his end. You pull off of him just far enough to stick your tongue out as your hand jerks him off, moaning as white hot ropes of his cum land on your tongue.

Josh pants, catching his breath and sitting down on the bed as his entire body goes soft blissed out. Danny crawls over to you growling,” Let me taste him.”

Your tongues tangle and he moans at the taste of release on your tongue. Josh grasps your chin, tilting your head away from Daniel momentarily.

“I think you should enjoy Danny now love.”

You look into Danny's sparkling brown eyes,”Are you ready for me baby?”

You nod your head and he guides you back against the mattress, cradling your head in his hand.

“Wanna watch me take these panties off?”

Danny flashes you a toothy smile before leaning up, running his hands down his torso, hooking his thumbs in the barely there fabric. He pulls them off his hips, his hard leaking cock bobbing free resting heavy between his legs. You feel yourself clench around nothing gazing at your lovers impressive body. He grasps his thick length in his hand, running it through your wetness. You gasp when he nudges against your clit, feeling close to the edge already.

Danny taps his cock, the weight of his slapping down on your clit,” Do you think you could cum like this?”

Squirming underneath him you gasp,” Yeah keep going! Little more!”

Danny continues to glide his leaking tip over your swollen bud until you're cumming underneath him. He traces your slit again, gathering your release that's dripping from your entrance. Gently he nudges himself inside and you relish in the stretch. Once he's fully sheathed inside of you Danny gazes down at you, his eyes full of love and adoration,”Hi baby. Feels so good. So tight wrapped around me.”

You feel yourself melt into the mattress as his hips find a rhythm.

“I need more Danny.”

He leans up onto his knees, pulling your hips into his lap, thrusting in harder than before. He throws his head back, raven curls descending down his back. He sticks out his tongue, unable to control his mouth as you clench around him hurtling him closer to his release.

Looking to your left, you find Josh languidly stroking himself, thoroughly enjoying the show. Danny grips your jaw, turning your head to look into the mirror,” Watch us Y/N. See how pretty we look. Want you to watch me wreck your cunt before I cum in it.”

His hips find a punishing pace and the coil in your stomachs snap as you cum together, spraying his abdomen with your release as he pumps his own inside you.

Josh leans over, his lips capturing your own,” You look incredible baby, so fucked out and beautiful.”

Keeping himself inside for a few moments longer, Danny leans down to join Josh, locking your lips together and slipping his tongue inside of your mouth,” You're so beautiful baby, I love you so much, wanna knock you up with my baby next.”

You blush, and Danny realizes what he just said,” Well- not anytime soon at least. Maybe once Hazel's out of diapers.”

Your mind reeled, Danny loved you and you loved him, he maybe even wanted to have a baby with you. You were honestly feeling better than you had in days, a bit of weight had lifted from your shoulders.

Josh came back in the room, clad in a matching sweatsuit, holding his little baby. You smiled as he rocked her in his arms going on and on about being such a good girl, being so patient waiting for Mommy and Daddies.

Fin.

Always thanking @lipstickitty for helping me with ideas, love youuuu ❤️

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[cowgurrrl]

Love the writing! Could I please request baby!Miller first steps and Joel just melting?

Thank you for the request and your sweet words!! Here’s Charlie girl taking her first steps 🥹

Never Grow Up

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader

Summary: “Why did I decide to walk in the kitchen?” “Maybe you just saw something you wanted.” aka this ask

Author’s note: oh my little Look for the Light verse how I missed you

Warnings: parental anxiety, Joel being a softie, Ellie being the worlds best big sister

Sarah took her first steps the day after her first birthday, deciding that she officially had to be one before she could hit her milestone. Jane took her first steps about a month before she turned one. She was tired of waiting for someone to pick her up so she could get somewhere, ever a woman on a mission, even as a toddler. But Charlie, Charlie turned one a month ago and still hasn't shown any interest in trying to walk. And it's not for lack of trying. You, Ellie, and Joel all take turns holding her chubby little hands and guiding her feet across the floor, which she's perfectly content with until you let go. Then, she plops back down on the floor and scootches to wherever she wants to be.

"I just don't get it," you say to Joel one night as you get ready for bed. He sighs as he hangs up his jacket in the closet. "I mean, do you think something's wrong? Should we take her to the doctor?"

"Every kid is gonna hit their milestones at a different time. She's just takin' a little longer, that's all."

"How do you know?" You ask. He takes a deep breath before walking over to you and cupping your face in his hands. His thumbs swipe soothing lines across your cheekbones, and you let yourself relax into him.

"Because you're her mama and one of the most capable people I know. She's got your good genes," he says as he kisses your forehead, and you laugh a little bit. You breathe him in, the smell of pine and the lavender detergent you use to wash the clothes surrounding you. The house is silent as you stand in your shared room, your anxieties misfiring against the old wood. "She's gonna be fine."

"And if she's not?"

"Then, we'll handle it."

You agree to give it one more month. If she doesn't walk in another month, you'll take her to the doctor. In the meantime, you try to let it go. You let her scoot around the house and try not to get too excited when she pulls herself to her feet. You have a feeling that she can sense whenever you're expecting her to do something, the baited anticipation too much for her little brain to comprehend. It may be silly, but you know your kid. You know how she operates.

Ellie likes to lie on the floor with Charlie, and she gives her a step-by-step guide on how to get on her feet and take a few steps. "It's not that hard! Just watch," Ellie coaches as Charlie watches her with curious eyes. You wish you had a camera to record Ellie crawling on her hands and knees before gaining her balance, standing, and walking while explaining its mechanics. You laugh when Charlie just burps and crawls to you, lifting her arms to be picked up. "I hate to say it, but I think she may have gotten Joel's thick skull."

"She'll figure it out," you say as you kiss Charlie's cheek and bring her into the kitchen. As the weeks fly by and Charlie still refuses to walk, you try to bury your worry in your patrols. You do your best to keep Jackson safe so that Charlie can feel protected enough to take her first steps. Or that's what your logic is, at least.

On the last day of the month, you stomp snow out of your work boots outside the front door before entering your warm house. There's a fire going in the fireplace, and the promise of a warm meal greets you when you walk in the door. Joel and Ellie shout from the kitchen, followed by a very excited, "Mama!" You smile and shrug out of your jacket, ready to attack your favorite people with kisses, when Charlie scoots out to the hallway.

"What's up, Charlie girl?" You ask as you hang up your coat next to the front door. Then, without warning or preparation, Charlie plants her feet under her and stands. You freeze, and Charlie looks at you, and for a second, you swear you can read her mind. "It's okay, baby. Mama's right here for you. I won't let you get hurt, okay?" You say, crouching down and opening your arms. Joel and Ellie hear you and look confused as they step into the hallway and see Charlie standing. You think the whole world stops as she takes one step. Then another. And another until she's across the room and in your arms. You pick her up and spin her around, deliriously happy giggles leaving you as you kiss her face. "You did it, baby girl! You walked!"

"Yay, Charlie!" Ellie says as she rushes over to join in your celebration. Charlie laughs as Ellie tickles her belly and kisses her cheeks. You glance at Joel and see tears glistening in his eyes. You hold your hand out to him and take a shaky breath as he walks over, wrapping an arm around your waist and kissing your forehead.

"This is good, baby. Why are you crying?" You ask, and he shakes his head.

"She's gettin' so big." He says, his voice cracking, and you have to fight the urge to laugh because this is what you've both wanted for so long, and now that it's happened, he wants her to be a newborn again. You let Ellie slip Charlie out of your arms and hug Joel tightly. Because, of course, after years of being tough and broody, the thing to send him over the edge is watching his youngest daughter walk toward the love of his life for the first time.

[more-cardigan-than-woman]

The Babysitter -- 1/?

Summary: Harley hire the Red Hood to look after her and Ivy's apprentice while they go on their honeymoon.

Thief!Reader x Red Hood

Words: 3.2k

Warnings: 18+ Only, Slowish Burn, swearing, weapons, man handling, alcohol consumption, bratty reader, stealing, mentions of violence.

"What exactly do you mean 'take care of her,'" Jason asks a surprisingly conservatively dressed Harley as she sits across from him at his meeting table. Well, he calls it a meeting table. But mostly it’s just the only table in the warehouse that isn’t covered in either guns, arrows or leftover takeout containers, "going to need you to be more specific Harley. Do you want me to kill this girl? Coz that'll cost more."

"Kill her? Geeze, what gave ya that idea? Me n Iv's are goin’ on a vacay and we need you to keep her outa trouble, k."

"That's it? Just keep one kid out of trouble for a week?"

"A week, a month, who can say?"

"You can."

"A week, then. An’ keep an eye on Boomer, he's been hanging around a lot lately."

"So the girl and the idiot, right.” he pretends to make a note of it on his imaginary notepad, “You know I take payment upfront."

"Yeah, yeah. Just make sure she gets her nap and her dinner, she gets annoying when she's hungry or tired."

"I'm sure I can handle it."

"Course ya can," Harley smiles, "Well I better get packin. You want cash?"

"Always."

Xx

“Little girl,” the Red Hood calls as he puts the key Harley gave him into the lock, “I'm here to watch you,” he takes a step inside, noticing how tidy the place seems to be, “While your mums are going on holiday.” he doesn’t hear anything, maybe they put you down for a nap before they left? He takes another step before seeing movement in the living room.

“My who?” Your voice is surly and confused. You wipe your eyes, rolling yourself from the couch and onto the floor. Your hand snaps out taking the gun from underneath and pointing it at the the huge guy in the shiny red target hat who is apparently just chilling in the entryway to your apartment, “who the fuck are you?” You click the bullets into the chamber, sitting up on your knees, “No, wait.” you tilt your head, taking in the dark leather jumper and the width of his thighs, “ I know you,” shutting your left eye, you try to focus on your aim, maybe the shoulder?  You think, “Why the fuck are you in my house?”

“You're not who I was expecting,” he says, walking towards you with his hands up and seemingly just as confused as you are, “is there a child here?”

“A child? That what they told you? So fucking rude,” you stand, stepping away from him and pressing the tip of the gun into your temple to try and ease the stress, “I swear to God. They think I'm an idiot,” you start to pace, “can't leave her alone she'll do something crazy,” you wave the gun around, “can't let her into a club one of those idiots will get stabbed again,” you continue to ramble unaware of the Red Hood sneaking up behind you, “heaven forbid we leave her alone for a week, Jesus fucking- AH, WHAT THE FUCK!” You squeal as your gun is pulled from your hand and tucked into this dude's jacket, “excuse me! That's mine!” you reach for him only to stumble forward.

“Is it,” he eyes the piece, “says right here property of CF.”

“So I stole it.” you throw your hands up, “Whatever its mine now, give it back.”

“Sit down.” he says in what you assume is meant to be in some kind of bossy ass tone.

“Fuck off. Just because the girls paid you doesn't make you the boss of me.” 

“Sit,” He points the gun at you, “down.” Checking the chambers empty, dropping a spare round on the floor, “Now.”

“Whatever, not like you'll get paid if they find me dead.” You brush him off, heading into the kitchen to grab yourself a drink, “you want one?” You ask, holding up the opened and definitely old bottle of vodka, “I think this one's from yesterday.”

“I don't drink on the job.”

“Spoil sport. More for me then” you smile, hopping up on the counter, “So what's your deal? Something wrong with your head? That was the helmet’s for? Keep ya brains from falling out?”

“No.”

“Then why agree to babysit me?”

“Money.”

“Lame, you need to come up with something more fun,” you cross your ankles as your feet swing into the cabinet, “Wanna teach me how to do a flip?”

“I do not.”

“Shame, so what's with the helmet? Can you even.drink through that? Does it come off? Is it molded to your head? Is it boobie trapped like Batmans? Is that real leather? Do you have a mask under your mask? I hear that people do, sometimes. What about-” you're cut off by a hand platersing itself over your mouth. 

“Do you ever shut up?” You shake your head, darting out your tongue and licking at his glove, “Did you just fucking lick me?”

“Yes,” you laugh when he pulls back staring at his hand.

“What the fuck?”

“What the fuck?” You mock him, grabbing your bottle of booze and running off into your room, slamming the door behind you.

“Fucking hell,” Jason says, wiping his face down his helmet. From the corner of his helmet eyes he spots the pair of black leggings hanging out on the fire escape. “This is going to be the longest week of my life.”

“Byeeee,” you smile, waving at him as you slip down the fire escape and head off into the night.

Harley is going to have to owe me one for this, he thinks, if I knew she was a grown as brat I would've charged more. Descending the stairs over the railing he lands right in front of you as your feet hit the ground. “Inside,”

“Boo, you're no fun,” you try to move past him. But he anticipates your every move much to your frustration and when you turn to run he grabs a hold of your hand.

“Don't scream,” he says, tugging you behind him and leading you back up the stairs to your apartment.

“Help! Help! The Red hood!” You shout, but your neighbours just stare at you, shrugging as they pass you. 

“Shut your mouth,” he pulls harder on your arm and you yelp in response, “get inside,” he says, opening your door, throwing you inside and slamming the door behind him.

“Wow, so macho, throwing helpless women around,” you roll your eyes as you get back on your feet, “am I supposed to be intimidated?”

“No. You're supposed to be quiet!” He says, his hands twitching at his side and his voice growing irritated, “and we both know you're not helpless.”

“Helpless, unless. Same, same,” you shrug, turning your back on him.

“Big mistake,” he laughs as you feel two cold metal rings click together around your wrists.

“Did you just cuff me?” You kick back into his shin, before jumping through your arms and bringing your hands out in front and nabbing your gun from the front of his pants, “I don't like to be confined.”

“I will uncuff you if you sit down and be quiet for 5 minutes.”

“Will you though?”

“Yes.”

“Ok,” You narrow your eyes at him, “I'm keeping the gun though.”

“Fine,” he huffs, keeping his eyes on you as he sits down on the coffee table. His hands collapsed together in front of him, “look, they've paid me a lot of money to keep you out of trouble. Can we come to some kind of agreement?”

“Like what?” you squirm, trying to tug your wrist from the cuff, “You wanna leave me alone?” huffing when you realise he’s got it on tight, “You gonna pay me to behave?”

“No. But, I think I have something more valuable to you than money.”

“Unlikely,”

“Skill. I can teach you.”

“Teach me what? How to throw people smaller than me about?”

“If you want or,” he eyes the fun in your hand, “I can show you how to aim properly and-”

“Oh! Can you show me the creepy snatch move?” you jump in your seat with excitement.

“The-” he sighs again, “yeah. Sure. So do we have a deal?”

“Yep,” you pop your p as you beam at him holding the cuffs out.

“Good, I'm going to take this so no one gets hurt in the meantime.” He takes the gun from your  hands and puts it in the drawer. “It'll be here if we need it, until then it stays here.”

“Yeah, yeah. No touchy sure thing.” you jangle your cuffs again,“So has it been five minutes yet?”

“No and you haven't even been quiet for one. Let's practice, I'll put the timer on and you can sit quietly for one minute.”

“Sounds awful.” you roll your eyes, “Hey what are we going to eat?”

“What?”

“Did you bring any food? I forgot to buy any.”

“I'm not starting the timer until you're quiet.”

“Ok, well I'm vegetarian so, order me some dinner,” You say, sliding an imaginary zip over your lips and throwing away the key.

He rolls his eyes pulling out his phone, starting the timer while looking up delivery options in your area. “You've got 1 minute. After we can eat and you can tell me where I'm sleeping.”

Your eyes bulge, where does he think he's sleeping? Here? In your spare room? That's where all your shit is. Closing your eyes trying to sort through all the places, the balcony? his own fuckin house? Your bed? Your mind wanders as you wonder what he's packing beneath all those layers. He's got broad shoulders sure, and those thighs mmm. You'd love to sink your teeth into em, but what's under the helmet? Buck teeth? That would be cute. Big juicy lips? A two face situation?

“Times up and dinners on the way. You did a good job,” he says, unlocking the handcuffs and tucking them back in his pocket, “now. Beds.”

“I only have one, but there's a pull out in the spare room or the couch or you know..  your own bed, in your house.”

“Back talk is it? We'll try to work on that,” He says, standing and looking down his nose at you, “show me to your room.”

“You're not sleeping in my bed,” you protest, trying to block the doorway.

“No. I'm not.” He leans in real close to you and you feel all weird and tingly, like the first time Ivy exposed you to her poison to try and make you immune, “I only sleep with good girls.”

“Creep,” you step to the side needing to put some distance between you. 

“Brat,” he mumbles as he walks up to the window and puts something on it.

“What are you doing?” you pop up beside him, trying to look over his shoulder.

“Safety measure,”

“What is it?” You poke at the little black round thing over your window lock.

“Gift from Batman, keeps the locks sealed. No more escaping out the window.”

“Whoa! That's so cool. Does it seal the whole thing?” you try to pull at it and it doesn't budge, “how does it undo?” 

“You really think I'd tell you?”

“Eh, worth a try. Wait!” you spin, “What if there’s a fire?”

“There won’t be a fire. If there is I will handle it,”

“Sure,”  you shrug, you'd figure it out while he was sleeping, “What?” He's staring at you all weird again.

“Somewhere to sleep? Did you mention a spare room?”

“Oh,” your eyes dart to the door, “Um, no.”

“Thought the ladies would've taught you to lie better,” he steps around you and into the hall eyeing the two other doors, “this one?” he points to the one on the left.

You dart under his arms and brush against the soft leather of his jacket. You lean your whole body in front of the door.

“So that one's the bathroom, which means.” he turns to you, giving you a strange look, “What are you doing?”

“Nothing, there's nothing in here, it's a false door, like a trick.” you knock on the wood, “Yeah a trick door. It just opens into a wall.”

“A very bad liar,” his hands close over your shoulders, picking you up and putting you behind him. The act of strength sends shivers to all the wrong places and you find yourself trying to shake some sense into your brain.

“Hey!” you shout, when the idea of his big hands drip from your ears, “Didn't we talk about manhandling?”

“No you talked,” he stares back at you with his finger on the door handle and you stare back at him. Your eyes dart down when the door opens, “what's all this?”

“It's nothing, you didn't see it, just shut the door and walk away,” you say trying to grab the door handle and close it but he's already stepping into the room. “Just turn around and go,” you try to push him back, your hands pressing as hard as you can into his chest. He peers down at you, shaking his head and pressing forward.

“Are these?” the lights on his helmet seem to scan the room, “Where did you get all this stuff? He starts walking around, his fingers grazing over all the weapons you've hung on the walls, “Is it stolen?”

“Some,” you shrug, eyeing the yellow umbrella you took from the penguin when he was an asshole to Ivy, “some I was given,” you smile at the large war hammer painted in red and white. “Oh, don't touch that,” you somehow managed to slip in front of him just as his hand reaches out towards the terrarium on the shelf.

“Why is it poisonous?”

“Yes, and it's Ivy’s so..”

“Right. Lot’s dangerous shit in here. Should really put a lock on the door.”

“Well, no one really comes here. So why would I bother? Also I wasn't really expecting to have some weird ass man storm into my house and tell me I'm being baby sat so…” you admit, kind of sheepishly. As weird as it was to have this guy in your house, it was even weirder when the word vomit spat out shit like that.

“Can you hear that?” He asks, turning his head towards the door, “is that the food?”

“Fuck.” You say hearing the incessant beeping of the downstairs bell, “you didn't order from Georgia's did you?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Fuck fuck fuck,” you take off, sliding down the hall, picking up your taser as your fling the door open and bolt over the railing. You can hear the man calling from behind you but you need to get down there faster.

You reach the door faster than ever before, slamming it open and you see Riza standing there, her legs trembling as she tries to huddle in on herself. “Hey Riza, sorry about this,”you say, placing your arm around her shoulders. “How you going? You ok? I’ve got a guest who doesn't know the rules yet.”

“Sssok,” she stutters, eyeing the man coming up behind you and flinching back towards the street. “Whos-”

“He's ok. I mean he's a dick, but he's mostly harmless. Right?” You turn to the Red Hood making sure to jut your head out. “One of those Batkids I think.”

“I mean no harm to you miss,” he says, coming up behind you but standing a ways back.

“Want me to walk you back to the store?” you ask, turning away from the man watching you, “I can. It’s no trouble.”

“No,” Riza shakes her head, “I don't want to be a hassle.” 

“How about a cab?” you ask, slipping your taser into her pocket, just in case.

“I can’t afford it,”

“I'll pay for a taxi,” The Red Hood says, waving one down, “I didn't mean any harm,” he takes the food from Riza and gives you room to help her put her in the taxi and he slips the driver $50.

“Thanks, that was nice of you.” You say waving Riza off.

“You're pretty fast,” Red Hood remarks, as you both head up the stairs, “She didn’t even notice you slip that taser into her pocket.

“Have to be,” you shrug, “the neighbourhood isn't great, especially for women. Riza wasn't so lucky the last time she was here, hence the haste. Bet you live somewhere nice, lots of lights, heaps of guns and no one can get in without your say so.”

“It's nothing fancy.”

“You going to cuff me again?” You ask as you re-enter your apartment, “Coz you’re mad that I was quicker than you?”

“No. Sit down and eat.”

You want to bite back but the grumbles in your tummy tell you to oblige him. 

“Good girl." Why does that make your heart patter? Strange. Like someone's set of a machine gun off in your stomach. You keep your face neutral as he continues, “Let me tell you how this is going to work. You're going to do what I tell you, when I tell you and in return I'll teach you some things."

“Yeah, whatever,” you yawn, “you going to keep this whole get up on for the week?”

“Yes.”

“Even when you sleep? Seems uncomfortable.”

“You going to ask me questions all week?”

“Probably.”

“Can you just go to your room?”

“Are you going to lock me in?”

“Do I need to?”

“Nup,” you bite down on your tongue trying to keep all the words in. Fuck, you have to spend a week with thus guy and he's kinda scary hot the last thing you should be doing is egging him to attack you. What if he gets you while you're asleep. Shit. “Actually yes, can I lock the door? Can I have one of those fancy do dads to lock it from the inside? Can you disable it yourself or is it a fancy trick?”

“Not gunna work. I'm not showing you how they unlock. But if you're worried about me getting you in ya sleep have this,” he pulls a door jam from his pocket, one that goes over the lock, “this will keep me out.” He lies, but if it makes you feel safer about having a strange man in your home he'll oblige you. Fuck, there was no way he would have expected this. You’re not only not what he expected, but strangely hypnotising. The way you can just talk and talk and talk, fuck. At one point there he’s sure you didn’t even take a breath and fuck, you’re so quick and fast with your words. If anything he’s intrigued by you and your apparent weapon klepto habits.

“Cool,” you take it and run straight into your room and slam the door behind you. Placing the lock in, you pull out your lock picking kit from under your bed and start trying to break the lock on the window.

Jason cleans up the meal, still confused and intrigued by you as he snoops through all your things. He finds a blanket on the back of the couch and decides it’s probably best to sleep where you’ll be able to see him and where he can keep an eye on the gun. Though, he’s sure if you really wanted to you could probably just kill him with the apparently mostly stolen weapons in your house. He lays back, his head resting on his forearm, wondering if you’ve managed to figure the lock out yet.

Part 2

AN: I was meant to be studying today. Whoops. Pretty sure I'm meant to have an everything taglist? but my brains, like not working right now. So sorry

[cloverskentwells]

inspired by @thefloatingwriter to make a list of clove headcanons because dayne did such a good job with johanna headcanons

so i see the vision for her as an only child/orphan but i'm of the strong belief that she has a lot of little sister energy. she has three older brothers - marcellus, mason, and gunner.

marcellus went off to be a peacekeeper in district 7 or 9 or whatever, months before clove was born, and she never met him.

mason was her favorite before he moved out when she was five because he was super nice and always playing with her.

... gunner is a weapons maker who visits like once a year but he always happens to visit when clove is at training so she doesn't get the chance to talk to him.

her brothers are all a lot older than her because she was an "accident baby"

clove's a bi girlie but she doesn't think about it that often since she's obviously super busy with training and doesn't date.

she's such a loner girl, like she's worse than katniss because she doesn't think people like her and also doesn't know anyone she genuinely likes enough to hang out with. it surprised her in the arena how funny marvel was and how surprisingly nice glimmer is, and even more when cato whom she'd written off as an arrogant and a jerk turns out to have a lot in common with her and really understand her

i've seen a lot of fics about clove's hobby/talent being woodcarving and you are all 100% correct. cooking and woodcarving are both great things that involve knives, and clove also sometimes likes to garden because knives might be her life but she's a person outside of that

her personal fashion style -> comfortable, quick, easy to wear but also flattering her body. leather jackets with spaces to hide knives, dark hair always in stylish braids to keep it out of her face during training/workouts and still look cute, and black combat boots. she likes knee length cardigans when she's in her home.

she hates cold and so you can find her huddled in front of the fireplace.

clove is a frigid bitch (affectionate) who keeps others at a distance and she unlearns this habit as a victor, first with cato and then with her parents. she laid that groundwork with cato in the arena and her parents watching the tv were surprised by how companionable she seemed to be around him and how she smiled a little more.

she clutches the handle of her knife in her sleep, it's like her stuffed animal and it's adorable. clove also murmurs death threats in her sleep, like a lot!!

she secretly loves it when someone she likes/cares about (cato, maybe glimmer on like the first night of the games, her mom at one point before they drifted apart with clove's training) braids her hair because the hands on her scalp and a tender touch from someone she loves deeply feels good. she'll never admit it though because she wants to give a strong don't touch me energy

ooh here's an interesting one that just came to me: so remember that lizard clove killed in the games? so mason actually gave her a pet lizard as a birthday gift on one of his few visits, and she took care of it and loved it so much. however one night she was practicing her knife throwing at targets in the backyard and the lizard was climbing up the tree she was throwing at and she accidentally killed it. clove cried like a little kid for hours that night but she didn't want anyone to see her in such a shameful position so her parents never found out. the lizard in the arena triggered that memory

[rainy-s-other-corner]

Just a little thing I'm starting next year. Here's part 0.

*The scene is set in the Ramshackle Dorm, where the Freshman group are hanging out in the living room. Ortho, Sebek, and Ace were looking over some notes while Jack, Epel, and Deuce played cards. It wasn't long until the members of Ramshackle Dorm, Rosabell and Grim, entered the room with snacks and drinks.*

Grim: Ta-da! Treats for a party!

Ace: Awesome! And perfect timing too! I'm about to bash my head in with all these notes.

Rosabell: *smirks before placing the tray down* Good idea. We don't want you to have more brain damage than usual, especially with Sebek around.

Ace: Yeah. Don't want-hey!

Sebek: Learning hurts humans? Another reason why humans are inferior to us fae.

Rosabell: Says the fae who asked us, the non-fae students, to help tutor him.

*The others chuckled while Sebek stuttered.*

Ortho: I agree with Rosabell Reyes. You shouldn't overwork your brain. You'll need it for the next three and a half years.

Ace: And we're back to me. *deflates*

Deuce: At least we're done with finals and we have winter break to head home and relax.

Rosabell: Yeah...go home...

Epel: Ah! *smacks Deuce's arm.*

Deuce: Ow! What was that for?!

Epel: *whispers* You dumbass! Rosa can't go home!

Deuce: Ah! *bows his head* Sorry Rosabell! I didn't mean to-

Rosabell: It's fine. Let's just celebrate finishing this semester. *picks up a teacup* And to surviving all the crap we've gone through.

Grim: *picks up a teacup* Yeah! And to all the snacks we'll be enjoying soon!

Epel: And to all the celebrations we'll be having! Like birthdays!

*The group raised their teacups and clinked them together. As the boys talked, Rosabell looked inside her teacup and let herself get lost in thought. The image of her older sister smiling and holding a cake with candles popped in her head.*

Rosabell: (It's been a few months since I've been in Twisted Wonderland. I wonder how she's been doing? Has she given up looking for me? Or is she still looking for me?)

Jack: Rosabell? Are you okay?

*Rosabell jumps and notices that everyone is staring at her.*

Rosabell: *clears her throat* Yeah. Just miss my sister.

Sebek: You have a sister?! What is she like?

Rosabell: Bubbly. She would have loved being here. She would have made so many friends here. She would even over-plan a birthday party for me here.

Grim: With lots of food?

Rosabell: Yeah. Way too much food for a bunch of people I don't know and people I barely tolerate.

Ace: So basically...like Kalim?

Rosabell: Yeah. Pretty much.

Epel: That explains how you handle him so well! Better than Jamil!

Rosabell: Yeah. In a way, he reminds me of her. *smiles sadly*

Deuce: We can have Kalim set up a birthday party for you when it's your birthday. That way, it's just like home.

Ortho: That sounds like a plan. We should start planning now! When is your birthday, Rosabell Reyes?

Rosabell: ...

Epel: Come on, Rosa! Tell us when ya birthday is!

Ace: Yeah! We can get you a cake from Trey and have Heartslabyul host your party!

Rosabell: ...

Jack: Guys-

Epel: I think it would be better if we use Scarabia. They have the space and Kalim always hosts parties and feasts there. It would make more sense. But ya can bet that Pomefiore will be great at getting her ready for her party!

Sebek: Nonsense!! Diasomnia would be perfect for Lady Rosabell to host her birthday party and she'll be bless by Lord Malleus himself!

Rosabell: ...

Jack: Guys-

Ortho: I believe Ignihyde would be better. We have the latest video games as well as good classics, and we would be the perfect place to host Rosabell Reyes's birthday!

Grim: No way! Ramshackle has everything we want and is perfect for starwatching! Rosie's favorite activity!!

Sebek: She'll have a better time at Diasomnia!!!

Ace and Deuce: Heartslabyul!!

Epel: Scarabia!!!

Grim: Ramshackle!

Jack: ENOUGH!!!!

*Everyone jumped and cowered from Jack's voice. Embarrassed, he cleared his throat before speaking.*

Jack: Don't make plans without asking Rosabell what she wants. *turns his attention toward Rosabell.* What do you want for your birthday?

Rosabell: ...

Epel: Sorry Rosa. We're acting like a bunch of wild kittens. What would you like to do for your birthday?

Rosabell: Doesn't really matter.

Deuce: Of course it does! We are your friends and as my goal is to be part of the Honor Students, I would like to do my best to make it great.

Sebek: I agree. A birthday only comes once a year. We need to make it fit enough for Lord Malleus to come!

Rosabell: Guys-

Ace: And we get out of class to do whatever you want! Crowley can't say no to his only female student.

Ortho: That's right! And we can get you whatever you want! And bring whoever you want to the party!

Rosabell: Guys-

Grim: And we can have whatever you want to eat!! It'll be a buffet like no other!

Epel: That's right! We can get you food from your world or food from around Twisted Wonderland.

Rosabell: Guys! It doesn't matter because it already passed!

Guys: ...Huh?

Rosabell: My birthday already passed and I was mostly spending it to keep most of you *glares at Ace, Deuce, and Sebek* out of trouble on that day.

*Ace, Deuce, and Sebek are shocked by this.*

Deuce: We caused trouble for you on your birthday?! Why didn't you say so?!

Rosabell: We were so busy dealing with overblots and school these past few months that I didn't want to distract any of you. Besides, I...actually don't like celebrating my birthday.

Ortho: Why is that?

Rosabell: ...

Jack: Rosabell. *places hand on her shoulder* Why do you not like celebrating your birthday?

Rosabell: *blushes for a quick second before steeling herself* It's not that big of a deal. I just don't like it. Besides, we're not here to talk about my birthday. We're here to celebrate surviving a semester. So let's just drop it. *takes a sip from her teacup*

*Everyone looked at each other and silently came up with a plan. Later that night, the freshmen group spoke with the sophomores and juniors about a plan.*

Trey: You want to find out about Rosabell's birthday? Why not ask her about it?

Ace: We tried but she then became cagey. Even going as far as saying that she doesn't like celebrating it.

Azul: Then why bother figuring it out? If she doesn't want anyone to know, then who are we to force it out of her?

Kalim: But a birthday is a wonderful thing to celebrate! We should go all out for Rosie! Like get her a feast she'll remember!

Jamil: Didn't you hear? She doesn't want to celebrate it. We need to respect her wishes.

Grim: But Rosie has done so much for us! We have to do this!

Riddle: I agree with Jamil. Doing this plan will make her never want to tell us anything.

Idia: *through his tablet* I agree too. She usually doesn't go out of her way to be friendly with any of us. Well, except for four of us. She probably doesn't want to celebrate with us anyway.

Vil: Besides, what good would it do for us? We have nothing to gain from all this and some of us will be off campus. It's almost wishful thinking.

Lilia: That may be true. But how about we look at this from her point of view?

Ace: What do you mean?

Lilia: Rosabell is far from home and she only knows this school. She has no way to go home and there's not a guarantee when she's going home. Not only that, she has to deal with people with magic and them turning into monsters at any given moment. And from what I'm gathering about her conversation about her sister, that's her only family left. If I were put in her shoes, I would like to have a way to feel safe and at home.

Azul: So you're saying that we should figure out her birthday? But how?

Lilia: I'm not saying the freshmen have a great plan but there is an easier way to figure out.

Ruggie: And what would that be?

Lilia: Having her celebrate our birthdays.

Everyone: Huh?

Riddle: How would that work?

Leona: If I had to guess, she would have to take turns celebrating each of our birthdays and she would have to tell us what we want to know. She wouldn't have much of a choice.

Lilia: In a way, plus she would get to be comfortable with us. I know that there's at least one person she really wants to get close to. *shares a look with Ruggie before both of them giggle* But it would only work if all of us do this. Not unless, you're all chicken. Diasomnia will help.

Riddle: We are not chickens! Heartslabyul is in!

Leona: Hn. We're not tucking our tails away just because Lizard's dorm is going along with this. Savanaclaw is in too.

Azul: Not what we usually would do but I can't turn this down like a guppy. Octavinelle will join.

Kalim: I'm already in! I want to make this the best birthday for Rosabell ever! Scarabia is in!

Vil: Hmm. I guess it would be only fair to join in as well. Very well. Pomefiore will help too.

Idia:...

Ortho: Big brother!

Idia: ...I-Ignihyde will help t-too.

Grim: Alright then! Plan Rosabell's Birthday is a go then!

*Back in Ramshackle Dorm, Rosabell sneezes.*

Part 1

[narhinafan]

After reading the 17th chapter of Two Blue Vortex, I want to express my opinion. Sarada is a living joke, just like her mother. And when I read all this crap: "The Hidden Feelings in the Maiden's Heart begin to move!" As if the whole world revolves around Sarada and she's an angel.

She is just as self-centered as her mother is. The drama with the hug has been going on for a year now and Sarada continues to live in her own world. It's just like Sumire said. Sarada doesn't think about others, only about herself. For her own good, she abandons her friends.

Sarada has stated four times that she has no romantic feelings for Boruto. I don't know how many more times she'll say it. Do all the Borusara followers actually know that there are other feelings than love. I hope that their arrogant behavior comes back to haunt them later.

What is your opinion on this?

I completely agree like really I never liked her character, but once she got the MS everything has just been a joke with her. Plus the whole her apparently having feelings for Boruto and getting focused on makes no sense.

Exactly Sarada has tunnel vision and doesn't see the whole picture and feels like she is making it more about herself at times. Yeah she cares about Boruto that is true, but the way she handle things was dumb she should have pretended to be under omnipotence so the village will trust her rather then announce she is on Boruto's side. It would have been easier to help him that way, but everyone doubts her cause she has been vocal when it came to Boruto it works against him and makes helping him harder. Also by being announcing it she is revealing Sumire is also not affected which puts her under scrutiny as well when it comes to Boruto. Then there is Chocho they used to be BBF yet since the time skip we haven't even seen her and Sarada hang out. What makes it even weirder is that Chocho ended up closer to with Himawari if Sarada cared so much about Boruto why hasn't she kept close to Himawari after she lost her parents.

Exactly Sarada made it clear she doesn't see Boruto that way, they are teammates nothing more. If Sarada decides to go after Boruto despite knowing Sumire's feelings for years and that they are still strong even after not seeing him for three years then that just makes her a bad friend. Sarada getting or going after Boruto would only put her in a bad light.

I agree can't wait for Boruto and Sumire to get an interaction alone together even better if it shows Sumire has grown closer with Himawari during the time skip.

[hello-nichya-here]

How do you feel about Monica and Richard's relationship? Do you think he was her soulmate instead of Chandler?

I think they were a pretty great, adorable couple (Richard trying to find a neurosis of his own to make Monica feel better about her OCD lives rent-free in my head), had a lot of things in common, did their best to work through their relationship issues and the actors had fantastic chemistry. Richard was THE perfect guy for Monica in my eyes... until I saw her fall in love with, date, and marry Chandler, her actual soulmate.

Now, I know a lot of people are creeped out not just by their 21 year age gap, and, more importantly, by the fact that Richard knew her since she was a child because was best friend's with her father (they even say they're like brothers, and at least here in Brazil she'd have absolutely grown up calling him UNCLE Richard).

However:

1 - They're not real, so who cares?

2 - I'm a degenerate and I'm into it.

3 - They did spend years without having any contact (to the point that he doesn't even recognize her at first) and it's very clear that Richard only ever started feeling attracted to her when she was an adult - and not in a "He was waiting to get on her pants the very second she turned 18" kind of way, but rather as "She's literally 27-years-old, she's been a fully grown, adult woman for a LONG time."

And even though Friends, like any sitcom, is known for having the characters in very unrealistic situations for the sake comedy, drama or both (and that's a feature, not a bug) the way Richard and Monica's age difference was handled was pretty realistic.

Monica clearly likes that Richard is this suave, cool older man - but unlike with the rich guy she dates after him, it's obvious that she actually does like him for who he is beyond the superficial stuff, and isn't just giving this relationship a shot because she wants to get married and have kids, and needs a guy to achieve that. I felt soooooo sad for Richard when he was feeling like "one of the guys" then Joey and Chandler let slip that they like hanging out with him because their DADS were not as cool, and Monica was super sweet to him after.

The entire episode of her parents finding out about them on her dad's birthday was freaking amazing, mainly because the writers took full advantage of literally every opportunity for a good joke. Monica is asked if she'll tell them that night, and replies with "Yeah, for my father's birthday I decided to give him a stroke." Their mother asks if they thanked Richard for the ride, innocently just acting like a mom making sure her kids are being polite to their father's friend, and Ross just says "I'm sure Monica thanked him for the both of us." And, of course, everyone awkwardly singing happy birthday right after they had a falling out.

And that episode was also an exemple of Friends, a show that both fairly and unfairly described as very sexist, actually being pretty ahead of it's time when it comes to pointing out the full on misogyny that people often give themselves permission to engage on the very second a girl dates someone much older.

All of the guys are talking about Richard banging a younger woman (that they don't know is Monica) in a really gross way, with her own father even comparing it to the time he bought a cool, expensive car to deal with his mid-life crisis, and, much to both Richard and Ross's horror, suggesting they trade for a day. Sure, it's painting Richard as at least a bit of a loser for dating a younger woman after a long marriage that ended in divorce, but they're still expecting him to brag about it, seeing it as something cool and worth envying him for, and quite literally treating the "mystery younger woman" as an object instead of a person that genuinely cares about him, and that he cares for as well.

The women at the party aren't any better either, making wild assumptions about how Monica is probably just a stupid slut with nothing to offer, and that maybe she's even ugly and the only reason Richard is into her is because she is "Just young enough that everything is still pointing up." They literally know nothing about her beyond "She's younger than him, met him after he got divorced and started dating him" and are all still acting in such a spiteful way that, hearing one of them talk without any context, people could easily assume something like "Oh, she was with Richard first, and this story about him meeting this younger girl after the divorce is bullshit. He met while he was still married, had an affair, filled for divorce, and now the ex-wife hates this girl"

Even Monica's own mother gets all condescending the second she hears her daughter say the word RELATIONSHIP. It all makes for great television because it's a conflict that is not at all forced, makes you really root for the characters' romance to last, and, again, the writers took ALL the opportunities to make jokes about it.

But more importantly, when it was time to make their age gap be the real why they broke up, they didn't do it by turning Monica into an immature moron that was not good enough for him, or retconning Richard's characterization to make him all condescending, arrogant and assuming he knows better just because he's older - or worse, adding a cheap twist that he actually IS a creep that only liked her because she was an adventure/trophy, would cruelly toss her aside the second he got bored, and that he had secretly been screwing younger girls all the time behind his ex-wife's back. NOPE! None of that.

Instead the writers did the smart thing and acknowledged that both Monica and Richard wanted to get married and have kids... but Richard already did it. He got married, had kids, had grandkids, and then got divorced. If he marries Monica now, even if she turns out to be the love of his life and his absolute soulmate he is simply not gonna do all of that again just for her sake, nor should he, because he is in a different state of life and just wants someone to grow old with. It would not be fair of Monica if she tried to force him to have kids again - and it would not be fair of Richard if he expected her to just skip a whole stage of life that she had been super excited for, all because HE already got to have it, enjoy it, and reach the stage where HE was done with it.

And sure, during the drama when Chandler is pretending he will never be interested in marriage and kids, just to surprise Monica with a proposal, they kind of retcon that a bit by having Richard say he regrets that decision and WANTS to have children with her, but I accept that writing choice because:

1 - Literally no one else could fit that role as Chandler's rivals for that storyline without it feeling completely, and it was one of highlights of the last seasons of Friends, aka part of why I'll defend said seasons forever despite the drop in quality.

2 - Richard doesn't seem to have had a truly serious relationship with anyone after Monica because he's clearly not over her, so the pain of seeing her happy with someone else could easily make him start seeing the absolutely correct, but still very difficult choice he made in the past look like THE biggest mistake of his life. When he hear of him later he is not becoming a dad again, so I'll just choose to headcanon that once he found the right person he realized he dodged a bullet when Monica chose Chandler.

3 - Monica did, in fact, choose Chandler. Over Richard. The guy he had been all insecure about, for good reason because Monica would have clearly married him if it wasn't for the not having kids thing, and they had lingering feelings for each other for a looooong time. Her being given the perfect chance to go back to him, and not doing so, is the best way to show to the audience that no, she's not just settling for Chandler because she couldn't have Richard.

4 - Chandler and Richard's talk in which Richard agrees that he already had his chance and that he needs to step aside now because what he is doing isn't fair, Chandler calls him a good guy, and Richard then brags about AND says he hates that is adorable and very funny.

So there you have it. Richard is not Monica's soulmate, but in an AU in which she never met Chandler, or in which they remained purely platonic forever, Richard would be the ONLY acceptable endgame for her because That. Storyline. Was. So. Fucking. Good.