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witchthewriter · 6 months ago

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐀𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, Valyrian blood (dragon rider), and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

idea from: @archer10.

a/n: This is pure headcanon; based on their personalities (that I've felt they're close to). And yes, I know there aren't facts about how dragons lay eggs/parent/act around younglings. But this is too cute. And dragons are very smart - I think more human than animal at times.

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐍:

・Much like his original rider, Aegon the Conquorer, I think Balerion would be a pretty good dragon-dad

・Very present and contributes to the upbringing of his lil ones

・HUGE compared to the hatchlings and is so careful about it

・Most likely mated with both Meraxes and Vhagar (if a male has to be involved???)

・Tears up when he's proud

・Knows that he might put too much pressure on his kids - but he refuses to bring them to the dragonpit, or any small enclosed area.

・It is known that dragons grow faster and larger when they have their freedom.

・The dragonpit is essentially stunting the dragons growth.

・Balerion is 100000% protective; even if his rider is there. He has his eyes on you, his current rider. Huffs when you get a bit too close.

・Especially if it's his first clutch.

・Feels bad about it but knows you understand. Dragon babies aren't like regular babies. They're very uncommon.

・When he has another lot of babies, he absolutely wants you involved as well. He realises that hatchlings aren't glass. And being around a trusted human can help their growth.

・You'd end up being parent no.3

𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐗𝐄𝐒:

・Gentle, loving and has said she has eyes in the back of her head

"But Mum that's impossible!"

"No it isn't, now go and play with your siblings"

・Wants to show off her babies to you, her rider, immediately.

"Look! We can have babies at the same time!" She says, and you just smile faintly at her. She truly is your best friend.

・Purrs at her nest, her big wing covering them so they're at their warmest.

・Completely allows you to come and sleep with them at night. It's one of the greatest experiences you've ever had. Four little dragons huddled around you, as you lay right next to Meraxes.

・Her wing like a shelter for the five of you.

・You could have sworn she was singing to help all of you sleep

𝐕𝐇𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐑:

・All her hatchlings turn out to be strong dragons

・But she only has one clutch and she's done, not raising anyone else

・Is a bit touchy if her rider (You) makes sudden movements around the younglings

・But you know her personality well. Very well. Similar to your own. You know when enough is enough.

・Hides them away for the first few months

・But still does her duty to you -

・However, every night she goes back to where she left them to find them all asleep. Little snores coming from the biggest baby.

・She huffs in delight. Upset that Balerion isn't here to see this. He would have loved these children.

・They little ones love you though. You'll bring them something to eat and then stroke their little bodies. They absolutely purr with delight.

𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑:

・Single Mother

・Type of Mum who gets the car seat ready, the bag ready, hops in the car and feels like she forget something - yeah the kid

・The hatchlings get her tail and accidentally hit each other in the face

・So excited to show them how to fly, it brings her a lot of joy to show them the world.

・They have a special call if anyone gets lost; there's all different types. For example, if someone is in danger, if they're hungry, scared, by themselves etc.

・Very comfortable with you, her rider, interacting and playing with her little ones.

・Just don't take them away or anything...otherwise she cannot be held responsible for what she'll do next.

・Constantly makes happy chirping noises

・Licks them clean until they're old enough to fly with her to a waterfall

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐁𝐀𝐋:

・"Too Small To Eat"

・Then he grows attached; there was only one that hatched and he said 'shit now I have to protect you.'

・Growls when he's had enough of the youngling. At first the little one was frightened of the big black dragon, with vibrant eyes and fire the colour of wildfire

・But then the youngling understood what set off the old dragons moods, and what made them better.

・Rough relationship at the start

・But being alone starts to sound kinda shitty when he has a lil friend with him.

・If anyone or anything tried to hurt his youngling, he would tear them apart.

・Pretends he doesn't know, but whenever the hatchling gets tired of flying, he'll land on Can's back.

・Booped Can's nose once and than ran away and hide for like thirty minutes.

𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑:

・As the mount of Jahaerys, he and Alysanne's dragon, Silverwing, were practically married. (Jahaerys and Alysanne were married and had 14 children)

・Grumpy Dad Who Loves His Kids

・Huffs when they climb on him - an attack of the hatchlings, he pretends they're winning and then jumps up and shakes them all off.

・They definitely whine like, "aww daaaaad! we were wiinniinnggg!"

"Sorry, I have to go pee."

"Ew dad!"

"What! Like you don't pee. Little hypocrites." He says while trudging away. Tail swinging from side to side just in case a little one is there. He does love giving them a lil slap.

・Not one to push the younglings to their limits; he's probably the most accepting of his children out of the male dragons.

・Very very anxious when they were first learning how to fly, and he nearly died when they started flying long distances.

"Honey, I can't handle this. My heart-" Vermithor chokes out.

"Oh knock it off," Silverwing replies with a laugh.

𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆:

・MOTHER. PURE MOTHER.

・She has that energy of being a great Mum to me. Especially with her rider being Alysanne, who was an advocate for women in Westeros.

・It is canon that she and Vermithor were close, and in my eyes they were mates. Partners. Married <3

・So, I think around hatchlings she would be such a mother hen.

・Letting out little noises to let her babies know she's close.

・Would definitely do 'The Mum Face' when she's fed up. Doesn't snap unless the hatchlings try to hurt each other.

・The most present mother out of the bunch ...

・Kicks Vermithor awake in the mornings; 'they're your kids before the sun's in the sky'

・Panics when she doesn't know where everyone is

・ExtreMELY protective of her babies; I think she had a very clutches that never hatched and she felt the loss of them.

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urdreamydoodles · 2 months ago

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X-Women x Reader (Part.2)

A chaotic night at the carnival with your girlfriend (Part.2)

You and your girlfriend embark on a chaotic carnival adventure, where their unique personalities lead to unpredictable situations.

Characters: Jean Grey, Ororo Munroe, Rogue, Emma Frost, Mystique, Kitty Pryde, Wanda Maximoff, Magik, Laura Kinney & Jubilee

Let's forget mutant rac*sm for one night, 'kay? No humans looking you weird because of who you are. These headcanons are pure joy.

Jean Grey (Phoenix)

- Jean was always calm and composed, even in the most chaotic situations, so when you suggested a carnival date, she smiled warmly and agreed. “I could use a night of fun,” she said, holding your hand as you both walked through the entrance. Her soft presence made you feel instantly at ease.

- However, Jean’s telepathic abilities made it hard to keep surprises from her. As you passed by a game booth, she caught you eyeing a stuffed animal. “You want that, don’t you?” she asked with a teasing smile, her eyes glinting. You flushed, embarrassed she’d read your mind without even trying.

- “Maybe,” you mumbled, but Jean was already stepping up to the booth, confident as ever. She gracefully won the game on her first try, and with a gentle smile, handed you the stuffed bear. “You didn’t have to—"

- “Of course I did,” she interrupted, her laughter soft in the night air. “You deserve a little spoiling.”

- Things started getting chaotic when Jean offered to go on the tilt-a-whirl with you. At first, everything seemed normal, but as the ride spun faster, you could hear the thoughts of the other riders overlapping in Jean’s mind. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to keep the noise out.

- “Are you okay?” you asked, concerned, but Jean’s lips twitched into a smirk.

- “I’m fine,” she assured you, though you noticed the ride suddenly slowing down. Jean had discreetly used her powers to calm the dizzying spins, though no one else seemed to notice. By the time the ride ended, she leaned over, whispering, “Let’s stick to the games for now. Too many minds on those rides.”

- The two of you tried the dunk tank next, where you got to throw balls to try and dunk the carnival worker into a tub of water. Jean’s telekinesis made her a natural at it, hitting the target with perfect accuracy every time. “You’re cheating!” you accused with a laugh, playfully nudging her.

- “Maybe just a little,” she admitted, her eyes twinkling mischievously. “But I’ll let you have the next go—no powers this time.”

- The night continued with a lighthearted tone, but Jean couldn’t help teasing you with her telepathy every now and then. When you tripped over a loose cord while distracted by her beauty, she immediately caught your thoughts. “You think I’m distracting, huh?” she asked with a grin, making your face burn.

- “I didn’t say that!” you protested, but she just laughed, her hand slipping into yours.

- By the end of the night, you found yourselves on the Ferris wheel, the soft glow of the carnival lights below. Jean rested her head on your shoulder, her mind finally quiet. “This was perfect,” she whispered. “Chaotic, but perfect.”

Ororo Munroe (Storm)

- Ororo was always a calming presence, her serene nature making everything around her feel more peaceful. But the carnival was a different story. The moment you walked through the entrance together, you knew that chaos was inevitable. The vibrant lights, loud music, and overwhelming excitement in the air were bound to stir something up.

- “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Ororo said softly, her eyes reflecting the colorful glow of the carnival. You nodded, but you couldn’t help but feel a little nervous about how she’d handle the noise and chaos.

- Things started out smoothly. You both played a few games, winning a small prize here and there. Ororo, always graceful, managed to knock down a tower of cans with a single throw at the game booth. She turned to you with a triumphant smile, and you couldn’t help but admire her elegance even in the most mundane situations.

- But things took a chaotic turn when you suggested riding the rollercoaster. Ororo hesitated at first, her brow furrowing slightly. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” she said, glancing up at the darkening sky.

- “Come on, it’ll be fun!” you insisted, pulling her toward the ride. Reluctantly, she agreed.

- As the rollercoaster climbed higher and higher, you could feel the tension building in Ororo. She tried to keep calm, but the sudden drop sent a jolt through her, and you could swear you saw a flicker of lightning in the distance.

- “Uh, Ororo... are you doing that?” you asked nervously as the sky began to rumble.

- “I might be,” she admitted, gripping the safety bar tightly. “I’m trying not to, but... it’s hard to keep control when things get too intense.”

- By the time the ride ended, the clouds had gathered overhead, and a few raindrops began to fall. Ororo looked sheepish, her eyes downcast. “I didn’t mean to ruin the night,” she said softly.

- “You didn’t,” you reassured her, wrapping an arm around her waist. “It just adds to the fun.”

- The rest of the night was spent dodging the light rain as you played more games and tried to keep the atmosphere light. Ororo eventually relaxed, especially when you won her a stuffed animal at the ring toss. She smiled at you, her mood lifting with the soft breeze that now replaced the earlier storm.

- “Thank you for being patient with me,” she said as the two of you found a quiet spot to sit and watch the carnival lights. “I know I can’t always control everything, but you make it easier.”

- By the end of the night, the skies had cleared, and you both walked hand in hand, enjoying the calm after the storm.

Rogue (Anna Marie)

- Taking Rogue to the carnival was always bound to be a wild experience. Her energy, combined with the unpredictable nature of the carnival games and rides, made for a recipe of excitement and chaos. From the moment you entered, she was ready to dive into the action.

- “Ah bet Ah could win ya somethin’ big,” she drawled confidently, eyeing the stuffed animals at the ring toss game. Her competitive spirit shone brightly, and you couldn’t help but be amused by her determination.

- Of course, the first thing that happened was that Rogue knocked over the entire ring toss booth by accident. She hadn’t realized her own strength and threw the ring so hard that it sent the bottles flying everywhere.

- “Whoops,” she muttered, rubbing the back of her neck with a sheepish grin. You were already laughing, knowing that this kind of chaos was just a part of being with Rogue. “Maybe Ah should stick to games that don’t require mah full strength.”

- The next game was just as chaotic. At the high striker game, Rogue grabbed the hammer and swung with all her might. The bell not only rang—it shot up so fast that it almost broke the machine. The carnival worker stared in shock, and you couldn’t stop laughing as Rogue shrugged. “Guess Ah don’t know mah own strength.”

- But the real chaos came when the two of you decided to ride the spinning teacups. Rogue insisted on spinning the cup as fast as she could, and soon enough, you were both dizzy and laughing uncontrollably. The world around you became a blur, but you didn’t care—being with Rogue made everything more fun, even when things went off the rails.

- “Ya doin’ okay there, sugar?” she asked, her laughter ringing in your ears as she finally stopped spinning the teacup. You were too dizzy to answer, leaning against her for support as you both stumbled off the ride.

- The night continued with a mix of chaos and fun, and Rogue’s enthusiasm never wavered. Even when she accidentally won the biggest prize at the dart booth by sheer luck, she proudly handed you the giant stuffed bear with a grin. “Told ya Ah’d win ya somethin’ big.”

- By the end of the night, you were both exhausted from all the laughter and excitement. Rogue wrapped her arm around your shoulders as you walked away from the carnival lights, her Southern drawl soft in the night air. “That was one hell of a night. We gotta do this again sometime.”

- “Definitely,” you agreed, leaning into her warmth as the two of you left the chaos of the carnival behind, content in each other’s company.

Emma Frost

- Emma Frost wasn’t exactly the carnival type. Sophisticated, polished, and always in control, the idea of carnival games and rides seemed almost beneath her. But when you suggested it, her eyebrow arched and she gave you a sly smile. “If you insist, darling.”

- The night started off as you expected—Emma walking through the carnival with a regal air, drawing stares from everyone. You couldn’t blame them; she was breathtaking, her presence almost out of place in the chaotic, noisy atmosphere. But you knew she wasn’t as uninterested as she appeared.

- “You look like you’re analyzing the market value of these booths,” you teased as you passed a game stand. Emma’s lips twitched into a smirk.

- “They are atrociously rigged,” she said, eyeing the prizes with mild disdain. “But if you want something, I’m more than capable of bending the odds in your favor.”

- You played a few games, but the real chaos began when Emma decided to take on the carnival’s psychic booth. Of course, Emma had no patience for the charlatan posing as a fortune teller. After a brief, amusing mental exchange, the “psychic” was left pale and stammering. “You didn’t need to break her mind,” you whispered, trying to stifle a laugh.

- “Please,” Emma responded coolly. “I barely nudged her. She should thank me for teaching her not to play with forces beyond her understanding.”

- But it wasn’t all cold and calculated. Emma surprised you by taking you to the Ferris wheel, a romantic gesture you hadn’t expected. As the two of you rose above the carnival, the noise below faded, and she turned to you with a rare, soft smile. “I suppose this isn’t so bad.”

- Just when things seemed to calm down, chaos struck when Emma decided to try the ring toss game, only to have her telepathy accidentally knock over the entire stand. Bottles clattered to the ground, and the attendant gaped in shock. “Oops,” she said with an unapologetic grin, brushing off the accident as though it were nothing.

- The night ended with Emma winning the biggest stuffed animal in the entire carnival with sheer confidence. She handed it to you with a smirk, the icy exterior cracking just enough to show her affection. “You didn’t think I’d leave without spoiling you, did you?”

Raven Darkhölme (Mystique)

- Going to a carnival with Mystique was an adventure in itself. You never knew what she was going to do, and the moment you entered the carnival, you could feel the mischievous energy radiating from her. She wore a different face as a disguise, though you knew it was her by the way she walked beside you, confident and predatory.

- “This place is ripe for a little chaos,” she whispered in your ear, her voice low and teasing. “Shall we have some fun?”

- You knew better than to try and stop her, so you went along with it. The first bit of chaos came when she approached a game booth, still disguised, and won the grand prize in one go. The carnival worker was impressed, but as soon as he handed her the prize, she shifted back to her true form. His expression of pure shock had you laughing so hard you nearly fell over.

- “You always know how to make an entrance,” you said, shaking your head. Mystique just smirked, tossing the stuffed animal into your arms.

- “Stick with me, and you’ll never be bored,” she replied, her yellow eyes gleaming in the carnival lights. She changed her appearance several times throughout the night, causing minor chaos at every game booth and even on a few rides. You could hardly keep up with her, but that was part of the thrill.

- Things took a chaotic turn when you both decided to ride the bumper cars. Mystique’s competitive side came out, and she rammed into everyone in sight, causing an all-out war on the bumper car floor. You found yourself laughing uncontrollably as she expertly avoided every attempt to corner her, her laughter mixing with yours.

- By the time the night wound down, Mystique had caused enough trouble to last a lifetime. But as the two of you stood by the Ferris wheel, watching the carnival lights flicker, she wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close.

- “I suppose even I can enjoy something this... simple,” she admitted, her voice softer now. You leaned into her, knowing that behind the chaos and the teasing, there was something real between you.

- “You enjoyed yourself more than you’ll admit,” you teased, and she chuckled, her grip tightening around you.

- “Perhaps,” she said, her lips brushing your temple. “But don’t tell anyone. I have a reputation to maintain.”

Kitty Pryde (Shadowcat)

- Kitty was always full of energy and excitement, so when you suggested a carnival date, she lit up like a firework. “Yes! Let’s do it!” she exclaimed, practically dragging you through the entrance. Her enthusiasm was infectious, and you couldn’t help but smile at how much she was looking forward to it.

- The first stop was the games, where Kitty insisted on trying everything. You watched as she attempted to knock down bottles at the ring toss, but she kept missing by a hair. After a few tries, she sighed dramatically, phasing her hand through the table and flicking the bottles over with ease.

- “That’s cheating, Kitty!” you laughed, but she just grinned at you, her brown eyes sparkling with mischief.

- “Hey, I earned it,” she joked, sticking her tongue out. “Besides, it’s just for fun!”

- Things escalated when Kitty decided to go on the funhouse mirrors. She phased through each mirror wall, popping out at random places to scare you in the maze. You were laughing so hard by the end of it that you could barely walk straight. “You’re going to give me a heart attack,” you gasped between fits of laughter.

- “That’s the idea!” she teased, grabbing your hand and leading you to the next attraction.

- The real chaos came when you both got on the spinning teacups. Kitty’s excitement knew no bounds, and she spun the teacup as fast as she could, making you both dizzy and sending everything into a blur. Halfway through, she accidentally phased through the seat, nearly falling out of the cup before catching herself.

- “Oops!” she giggled, her cheeks flushed from the adrenaline. “Guess I need to be more careful!”

- By the end of the night, you found yourselves sitting on a bench, exhausted from the laughter and chaos. Kitty rested her head on your shoulder, still buzzing with energy despite the long night. “That was awesome,” she said with a contented sigh. “We need to do this more often.”

- You wrapped your arm around her, smiling as you watched the carnival lights flicker in the distance. “I don’t think I could keep up with you,” you teased, and she laughed softly, her fingers lacing through yours.

- “You’d better try,” she said with a playful wink. “Because I’m not slowing down anytime soon.”

Wanda Maximoff (Scarlet Witch)

- Wanda was hesitant at first when you suggested a carnival. “You know how my powers react to... excitement,” she warned, her scarlet eyes flickering with concern. But you reassured her that it would be fine. “What’s the worst that could happen?” you joked, completely underestimating how chaotic the night would become.

- At first, it was perfect. You and Wanda wandered through the carnival, hand in hand, enjoying the sights and sounds. She was surprisingly good at the ring toss, and you couldn’t help but grin when she won you a huge stuffed bear. “I may have used a little magic,” she admitted with a playful wink, and you laughed, knowing that was probably true.

- The chaos started when you decided to go on the spinning teacups. Wanda was doing her best to control her powers, but as the ride spun faster and faster, her laughter mixed with your own, and you could feel the energy radiating off of her. Suddenly, the teacups lifted off the ground, spinning in mid-air as her magic accidentally took over.

- “Wanda!” you gasped, clutching onto the edge of the teacup as it floated higher. She looked just as surprised as you did, her hands glowing red as she tried to bring the ride back down. “I’m trying!” she said, laughing despite herself.

- Eventually, she managed to lower the teacups back onto the platform, but not without drawing the attention of half the carnival. “Let’s... maybe take a break from rides,” she suggested, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

- But the night wasn’t over yet. The real chaos struck when you both entered the funhouse mirrors. Wanda’s magic reacted to the distorted reflections, creating multiple versions of you both. Soon, you were running through the maze, trying to figure out which Wanda was real, all while dodging magical duplicates that laughed and spun around you.

- By the time you escaped the funhouse, you were breathless from laughter. “Okay, that was definitely your fault,” you teased, and Wanda rolled her eyes, though she couldn’t hide her smile.

- The night ended with the two of you sitting on the Ferris wheel, watching the carnival lights twinkle below. Wanda leaned her head on your shoulder, her hand resting on your knee. “Despite the chaos... I had fun,” she murmured, her voice soft.

- “You always make things interesting,” you replied, kissing the top of her head. Wanda smiled, her magic settling around you like a warm embrace as the Ferris wheel carried you both into the night.

Illyana Rasputina (Magik)

- A carnival with Illyana Rasputina, was guaranteed to be anything but ordinary. You knew the second she suggested teleporting straight into the carnival rather than waiting in line that things would quickly go off the rails. “Why waste time with tickets when I can get us there faster?” she smirked, opening a portal that shimmered with dark magic.

- Before you could protest, you found yourself in the middle of the carnival, much to the confusion of the people around you. Illyana was already eyeing the haunted house, her mischievous grin making it clear that her idea of fun involved more than just cotton candy.

- “Let’s start there,” she said, pulling you toward the eerie-looking attraction. You had barely made it through the first jump scare when Illyana decided to spice things up by summoning her Soulsword and slashing through a ghostly figure that popped out of the wall.

- “Illyana! You’re gonna scare the employees!” you exclaimed, laughing despite the absurdity. But she just shrugged, clearly unbothered. “They should’ve known better than to mess with me.”

- The real chaos began when she started opening portals in random places throughout the carnival. One second, you were on the Ferris wheel; the next, you were falling through a portal that led to Limbo, where her demon minions greeted you with surprised but curious looks.

- “Oops, wrong place,” she said with a grin, pulling you back into the carnival. By now, you were both laughing uncontrollably, the thrill of unpredictability making the night far more exciting than you’d planned.

- Eventually, you found yourselves in front of the dunk tank, where Illyana decided to take things up a notch. “Let’s see if we can make this interesting,” she muttered, using her magic to swap the carnival worker in the tank with one of her demons. You gasped as the demon growled, splashing into the water as someone successfully hit the target.

- “Illyana, you’re going to get us banned!” you said through your laughter, trying to pull her away before things escalated any further.

- “Worth it,” she replied with a wink, wrapping her arm around your waist. As the night came to a close, you both sat on a bench, watching the lights twinkle around you. Despite the chaos she caused, Illyana leaned into you with a rare softness, her hand brushing yours. “You had fun, admit it.”

- “I always have fun with you,” you said, smiling as she squeezed your hand, the mischievous gleam still present in her eyes.

Laura Kinney (X-23/Wolverine)

- A carnival wasn’t exactly Laura Kinney’s idea of a fun night out, but when you suggested it, she couldn’t say no. “I don’t see the point of these things,” she grumbled, walking beside you with her usual serious expression. But you knew better—underneath that tough exterior, Laura was curious about new experiences, and she trusted you enough to let her guard down.

- The chaos began almost immediately. At the ring toss, Laura grew frustrated when she missed the mark, her claws instinctively popping out. “This game is rigged,” she muttered, glaring at the rings as if they were her enemies.

- “Laura, you’re supposed to throw around the bottles, not through them,” you laughed, trying to calm her down. But she didn’t care, slicing the rings in half with a swift motion before turning to you with a smirk. “I win.”

- Things only got more chaotic when you both ended up in the funhouse. The distorted mirrors made Laura even more on edge, and you couldn’t stop laughing as she tried to figure out which version of you was real. “I don’t like this,” she muttered, her eyes darting between the reflections.

- “It’s just a funhouse, Laura,” you teased, grabbing her hand to guide her through the maze. But halfway through, someone accidentally bumped into her, and her claws extended in reflex, nearly slicing through the mirror.

- “Whoa, easy!” you said, laughing as you pulled her back. She gave you an embarrassed look, retracting her claws with a huff. “I don’t do well in crowds.”

- Despite the chaos, you could tell Laura was warming up to the idea of the carnival. She insisted on winning you a prize at the shooting gallery, and when she successfully hit every target with deadly precision, she handed you a stuffed bear with a proud smile.

- The highlight of the night came when you dragged her onto the bumper cars. At first, she was skeptical, but once she realized she could crash into people without consequences, Laura went all out. She even managed to flip one of the cars entirely, much to the horror of the carnival workers.

- “That was... actually kind of fun,” she admitted as you both stumbled out of the ride, breathless from laughing. You grinned, leaning into her as she wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

- “Told you you’d like it,” you said, and for once, Laura didn’t argue. The night ended with the two of you sitting quietly by the Ferris wheel, watching the lights as she leaned her head against yours.

- “Thanks for this,” she said softly, her hand resting on your knee. “Even if it was chaotic.”

Jubilation Lee (Jubilee)

- When you suggested going to a carnival with Jubilee, her eyes lit up like fireworks. “Are you kidding? I love carnivals!” she squealed, practically bouncing on her feet. From the moment you stepped into the fairgrounds, Jubilee was in full excitement mode, dragging you to every booth and ride in sight.

- The chaos began when she discovered the cotton candy stand. “This stuff is basically a sugar explosion in your mouth!” she said, shoving a handful of cotton candy into her mouth with a mischievous grin. It wasn’t long before her powers started sparking uncontrollably, tiny fireworks popping around her as the sugar rush hit.

- “Jubes, you’re gonna set the place on fire!” you laughed, pulling her away from the booth before she accidentally ignited something. She just giggled, shooting off a few more sparks for fun.

- At the ring toss, Jubilee was determined to win the biggest prize for you. “Watch this,” she said confidently, tossing the rings with a flare of her powers. Of course, her fireworks ended up knocking over half the booth, and the worker gave her a wide-eyed stare as she grinned sheepishly.

- “Oops. Guess I got carried away,” she giggled, handing you a small stuffed bear that the worker reluctantly gave her as a prize.

- The Ferris wheel was next, and you both giggled like kids as the cart ascended into the sky. Jubilee’s excitement was contagious, and by the time you reached the top, she was already planning what ride to hit next. But the real chaos began when you entered the funhouse.

- Jubilee’s powers reacted to the mirrors, creating a dazzling display of sparks that reflected off every surface. The two of you stumbled through the maze, laughing uncontrollably as her powers accidentally set off fireworks in random directions.

- “I swear I didn’t mean to do that!” she giggled, trying to control the bursts of light. But every time she laughed, more fireworks shot out, and by the time you made it out of the funhouse, the workers were giving her wary looks.

- “Let’s just say this carnival’s gonna remember us for a long time,” she said, grinning as she pulled you toward the bumper cars. The rest of the night was just as chaotic, with Jubilee lighting up the rides with her powers, much to the amazement of the other carnival-goers.

- As the night came to an end, you both sat on a bench, watching the fireworks Jubilee had accidentally set off in the distance. She leaned into you, her arm draped casually over your shoulders.

- “This was the best night ever,” she sighed contentedly, her fingers intertwining with yours. “We should do this more often.”

- “Only if you promise not to blow the place up next time,” you teased, and she laughed, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before resting her head on your shoulder.

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alisonsfics · 3 years ago

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feather boas and princess crowns

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

summary: you call bucky to babysit your daughter while you go on a date. after seeing how good he is with her, you realize he’s a better guy than you’re date.

word count: 1.8k

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, swearing, dirty talk, minors DNI

a/n: the first half is completely fluff, but the second half is pure filth

“Remember her bedtime is at eight, and no sweets after seven” you reminded Bucky as you grabbed your purse. He lightly chuckled to himself, knowing that you did this every time he babysat.

“Everything will be fine. I remember all the rules. Just go have fun on your date” he said, pulling you in for one last hug. You sighed and tried to not stress yourself out too much. “Oh, don’t forget she needs her giraffe stuffed animal or she won’t go to sleep” you said, not being able to turn off your mom brain.

“I know. We’re going to have a great time, right Daisy?” He asked, swooping your daughter into his arms. You saw your little bundle of joy eagerly nod her head.

You knew that Bucky would never let anything bad happen to her, but you couldn’t stop the worrying. Bucky was your best friend in the entire world, and Daisy loved him.

“Okay. Have a good night, you two. I love you, sweet pea” you said, giving her a kiss on the forehead. You walked towards the front door and looked back at the two of them. “Wave bye to mommy” Bucky whispered in her ear, causing her to smile and wave at you.

You had a smile plastered on your face as you walked outside to meet your date. The date was fine. He was a perfectly nice guy. You both talked about all the normal first date topics. There wasn’t anything wrong with him; there just wasn’t anything extraordinary about him either.

When he dropped you off later that night, he gave you a quick peck on the lips before letting you go inside.

You walked inside and saw Bucky and Daisy sitting on the couch. They both were decked out in feather boas and princess crowns. Dress up was one of Daisy’s favorite games to play with Bucky. Daisy was curled up in Bucky’s lap, fast asleep.

He looked away from the movie that was on to meet your gaze. His eyes lit up when he saw you. “Hey. How was the date?” He asked, softly, so he wouldn’t wake up Daisy.

You walked farther into the living room, smiling down at your daughter. “He was really nice. We’re going out to lunch next week” you told him, before swooping Daisy up off his lap.

She was so exhausted that she didn’t even wake up as you carried her to her room. You lightly set her down in her bed before tucking her in gently.

You exited her room and heard Bucky in the kitchen working on some of the dishes. You noticed he had ditched his princess accessories. You met him in the kitchen, giving him a hug from the side.

“Thanks for watching Daisy” you said, leaning into him. He couldn’t help but grin down at you. You didn’t see it: the look in his eyes. He would do whatever you asked him to do, as long as it made you happy. “Of course, I love watching her. She’s just like you” he said, chuckling softly.

You pulled away from him before walking over to the fridge. You looked inside the fridge and huffed when you couldn’t find any appetizing food. “Didn't you both go out to dinner?” He asked, turning around after he finished the dishes. You slowly nodded your head before moving to the freezer.

“It was one of those fancy restaurants where the portion sizes are way too small” you complained, before settling on ice cream. He chuckled as you hopped up to sit on the counter. He grabbed two spoons and then walked up to you. “I thought sweets weren’t allowed after seven?” He teased before handing you a spoon.

You lightly hit his arm before giggling to yourself. Bucky always felt comfortable. He was like home to you. “Those rules do not apply to mamas who have had a very long night” you told him, opening the container.

“In the spirit of honesty, Daisy may have not followed that rule” he said, taking a bite of ice cream. You groaned, knowing she’d be awake super early. “I shouldn’t be surprised. You can’t say no to her puppy dog eyes” you said, smiling back at him.

He shrugged his shoulders, knowing you were absolutely right. “It’s the same reason I can’t say no to you” he said, looking at you with a twinkle in his eye. You felt your stomach do a flip as he said it. You figured you were reading too much into it.

You both sat there for a few minutes, passing the container back and forth, taking bites of ice cream. It was quiet, but peaceful. You both were just enjoying each other’s company.

His hand landed on your knee with just the right amount of physical contact that made you feel warm and fuzzy inside.

You slid off the counter to put away the ice cream, while Bucky put the spoons in the sink. You closed the door of the freezer.

“Cancel your lunch date next week” you heard Bucky command from behind you. You turned around with a look of confusion on your face. “Why—?” you began to ask before he cut you off with his lips on yours.

He shoved you back against the counter, his lips hungrily kissing yours. You were letting out all your pent up feelings into the kiss. You tugged at the collar of his shirt, needing him to be closer to you.

You had never seen Bucky be this passionate. He needed you like he needed to breathe. He cupped your face, letting his tongue slip into your mouth. His lips tasted like peppermint.

You were aching under his touch. You needed one thing right now.

He pulled his lips away from yours only once, just to pick you up and sit you on the counter. You saw that his eyes had darkened with lust. You knew he needed this just as much as you did.

“Oh sweetheart” he groaned, as you ran your fingers though his hair. He quickly spread your legs and let them wrap around his waist. You let out a slight whimper as he nipped at your bottom lip.

Hearing the needy sound fall from your lips made him jut his hips into yours. He loved all the sounds you were making. They only turned him on more. You felt his hardened length pressing up against your clothed heat.

You held back your moans, as you felt his erection. You unbuckled his belt, slipping your hand down the front of his jeans.

You palmed his cock through his boxers. You could feel him throbbing under your touch. “You have no idea what you do to me, sweetheart” he said, breathing heavily.

“Then why don’t you tell me” you teased, continuing to run your hand up and down his length. Before he could come up with a cocky reply, a muffled moan slipped through his lips.

“You are so fucking gorgeous. Every time you come over to swim at my pool, I have to resist the urge to fuck you against the wall. I think about you at night time, with my hand wrapped around my cock. I imagine what your sweet pussy would feel like wrapped around me. Thinking about you is the only way I can get myself to cum, sweetheart. I think about ramming into you until you’re a stuttering mess” he whispered in your ear.

You could feel yourself dripping as he talked about his fantasies. You were more turned on by his dirty talk than you cared to admit.

“Do it,” were the only words you could manage to put together. His eyes were almost black as he heard your request. He quickly hiked up your dress and slid your panties off before stuffing them into his back pocket.

His pulled his jeans down only far enough to pull his cock out. You finally saw it; the tip was red and leaking. You let out a moan as you realized how big he was. “We have to be quick. Just fuck me, Barnes” you commanded.

He was in no position to deny your request. He steadied himself by holding onto your hips before plunging his cock deep inside of you. He grunted as he felt how tight you were around him.

You threw your head back against the cabinets. You gasped for breath as you adjusted to his length. After a second, he began to thrust in and out of you.

It had been too long since you’d been properly fucked, and Bucky was going to change that. “Gotta be quiet, sweetheart” he mumbled, kissing you to muffle your moans.

You remembered that your daughter was sleeping in the other room, and she definitely didn’t need her innocence ruined like this. You clung to Bucky’s shoulders to hold back the urge to call out his name.

He could see how much you wanted to moan as your face contorted. He could hear himself thrusting into your wetness. The almost pornograhic sounds made Bucky’s cock twitch inside of you.

You felt him brush against your g-spot, and you clenched around his cock. He groaned, gripping your hips tighter. You knew you’d have bruises in the morning, but right now it felt too good to complain.

You knew it wouldn’t be long before you were cumming all over his cock. “Please, Bucky” you begged him, as your hips slapped against his.

“You want to cum? Do it for me. Cum all over my cock. Show me how good I make you feel” he told you, bringing his thumb down to rub harsh circles against your clit. You felt like you were seeing stars. He made you feel so good that you could barely process it.

You could tell from his sloppy thrusts that he wouldn’t last long either. You felt so much better wrapped around him than he could have ever imagined.

“Fuck” you muttered, before feeling your orgasm hit you. You felt yourself clenching down onto his cock as he continued to chase his own high. “—almost” he mumbled, before cumming inside of you.

You both were gasping for air as he slowed down his thrusts, easing you both down from your peaks. You watched as his chest rapidly rose and fell. His hair clung to his sweaty forehead.

You both just sat there for a moment, recovering from the best orgasms of both of your lives. “Why don’t we head to bed?” He asked you, softly.

You nodded your head, still having trouble putting together words. He pressed a loving kiss to your temple. It was completely different than the side of him you’d just seen. You were used to the super sweet and caring Bucky, but Bucky during sex was something you could get used to. He was like an animal.

“But no round two. I don’t think I can take anymore” you told him, letting him help you down off the counter. “There’s always tomorrow for that, sweetheart” he said, pulling you in for a short kiss.

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cutiecorner · 2 years ago

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Holy wow, I hit 900+ followers :D! I'm so happy I can bring y'all a little joy, thank you so much for listening to my rambles! I want to do a big post and I'm super into the animated JL show right now, so here's a spotlight for every original leaguer!! This is gonna be a really long one so join see you under the cut!

🏰 It's my headcanons so I get to choose the setup 🏰

Everybody regresses at wayne manor :) big house with lots of toys and access to care! Plus, Bruce was the first to learn about regression and the first to suggest it (much to everyone's surprise).

Bruce discovered regression after a particularly rough assignment that left him away from home/off planet for a few months. It was wildly taxing physically and especially emotionally, and upon the (telepathically extracted) realization that his homesickness was what was effecting him so bad, he was told to take a week leave at least.

He got home and broke down the second he saw Alfred

As it turns out the mission wasn't the sole purpose for this massive breakdown, it was really the stress of the league over the past few years in general. Between gotham villains and intergalactic/world ending threats Bruce was always batman, practically 24/7. He hadn't even stepped foot in the manor proper in god knows how long. He was always in save the world mode, and as cliche as it sounds, that whole time he was refusing to be saved himself. He had had no access - or refused access - to actually nourishing care for years at this point, and eventually his brain just gave out and launched him directly into regression.

After he recovered from the initial confusion of regressing and learned what had happened, the cogs started turning in his little bat-brain

He concluded that time off for mental health is a must for the league, and must be mandatory because otherwise none of them would do it

The "everybody regress" thing was not actually the initial idea. Bruce had just planned to make them all take a few weeks off, but when someone asked what brought him to this conclusion he explained what had happened. After everyone recovered from the shock he explained how leaning into it and letting himself be cared for actually helped a lot, and was in a way like super-charged-mental-recovery. The latter bit was most intriguing to the league, given it would make recovery faster, so they all agreed to at least hang out at Wayne Manor for a bit and see what happend.

Turns out being cared for and provided whatever you want while surrounded by your closest friends can bring out your inner child. Who knew.

They all get their own room in the manor for when they stay over! They can decorated it with whatever they want, and they're all in a long hall so they can visit each other easily :)

🦇 Bruce/Bats 🦇

As I mentioned, first to regress!

The smallest for sure, pure babyspace, 2 at the very oldest. He's usually under a year.

ALWAYS on someones hip, this baby bat's feet have not once touched the ground.

Initially glued to Alfred, but quickly warmed up to all the leaguers to watch him. Especially J'onn, if Bruce isn't with Alfred he's probably with J'onn. Or he's playing with Clark and Diana, who love to tote him around like a ragdoll.

Doesn't talk while regressed, but loves to listen! He finds it rude to not be included in the conversation (listened to when he does little babbles). J'onn is a master at this, he can hold whole conversations with baby Bruce despite Bruce just kind of making noises.

While alone he likes to watch movies or TV, but with his friends around he likes to watch them! He's very happy to sit in someone's lap while they do whatever, he just wants to be apart of it

❤️ Clark/Supes ❤️

Was tentative at first, but picked up on it very quickly. It is not difficult to get Clark to act like a kid lol

Come on he's just excited to be included! Once Diana asked him to show her what "hopscotch" was it was all over for him.

Regresses to about 5/6! What can I say he's just a kindergarten kid

He always wanted to play games as a kid but couldn't because of his powers! Now that he's got super powered playmates, he can just let loose and be a kid

That being said he is still very much a gentle giant. He's the kind of kid who asks for permission before doing anything, he's very good with his manners, and he's very good at listening to directions. He can be a little anxious but his friends and carers are quick to reassure him!!

Him, Diana and Bruce are a golden trio. Diana has all the fun ideas and gets the boys out of their shells while the boys keep her from breaking too many things lol

🌈 Diana/Wonder Woman 🌈

Absolute feral middle child energy. She's down to play with Wally and also bug John until he let's her try his videogame.

That being said, she regresses to around 7! A teeny bit older than Clark but still younger than John and Shay.

Very energetic, she love love LOVES to play! She loves to go outside, if she's not monitored for 6 seconds she has climbed the nearest tree and dragged Clark up with her.

Clark is her biggest playmate! Them being the around the same age, they work really well together. Diana still usually takes charge and leads whatever they're doing

She's very excited about worldly games and activities! She had games on Themyscira (which she's happy to explain and make the others play) but they weren't really made for kids, because she was the only one around. Playground games like freeze tag and hopscotch are the most fun ever to her!

Crazy good at jumprope, she does it idly a lot just to keep her body moving. The magic lasso MUST be hidden from her, she can't be trusted with it.

🎮 John/GL 🎮

Initially brushed the idea of regression off, but was entrapped by Alfred with comic books and immediately tumbled into it

Huge nerd, a little bit older for that reason. The happiest part of his childhood was right around 12, when he was really into comics and video games and wasn't embarrassed about it yet.

Wears his reading glasses all the time, he just needs them more when he's doing fun stuff (plus they're nostalgic for him)

LOVES the Detroit Redwings! He knows everything about every player, and can go on about hockey in general for hours. He's the kind of guy to record every game in case they win and watch those in the off season. When he has a turn with the TV he's always watching them, and explaining the what's going on repeatedly because no one else knows how hockey works

Loooooves video games, especially retro ones. He's one of those kids who read all the magazines with the cheats and shows them off whenever he can, usually to Shayera.

Him and Shayera are attached at the hip, they love playing against each other at fighting games, and John loves showing Shay all the cool stuff he knows or explaining his comic storylines to her. Sometimes they make comics together!

🐣 Shayera/Hawkgirl 🐣

Took a bit of coaxing to buy into the whole thing, but once John was on board so was she.

She actually follows John's lead in like, everything, only by virtue that she regresses a tiny bit younger (9/10) and she doesn't know that much about earth childhood. Like I mentioned before, her and John are a package deal. You know those best friends on the playground who essentially counted as one person? Yeah that's them

In that vein a lot of her regression is discovering new things! She likes to read comic books, watch cartoons (stuff like 80s she-ra/thundercats and stuff of that general vibe, anything with an action figure), learn new games, even just learn about earth stuff! She's very curious and wants to do all the things right now

She's also one of the usual suspects for breaking things in the house. She's much more of an active/ playmate than the others (she's the only one who is can go toe to toe with Wally) plus no matter how many times she's told not to fly inside it has never stuck for more than an hour

If left alone in a room together her and Diana WILL be roughhousing. The collateral damage is legendary but they have so much fun

When she's on her own she's much more low-key. She enjoys being read to and just kind of hanging out, she really loves to hang out with Alfred every once in a while. She's thinks he's the best.

Sometimes Alfred and J'onn call her fledgling and it makes her melt inside every time <3

🌠 J'onn/Martian 🌠

The oldest for sure, given his age scale is so much longer than a humans

He acts around 14-16, but not in a moody teenager way, more of a CG jr way

His regression revolves around babysitting! Even when he's relaxing he's wrangling the others lol, he can't help it he's a carer through and through. He likes keeping that aspect because it's obviously way more low stakes than usual, and there's always Alfred to handle more difficult stuff

He always loves to learn more about earth and ask questions he'd be embarrassed to ask otherwise. Despite being in the teen range he's definitely a "why?" kid, he can go down that rabbit hole with Alfred for hours

He loves to read!! Both fiction and nonfiction. He has stacks upon stacks of those fact books/believe it or nots, and he loves to share that knowledge with the other leaguers (who are totally amazed). He almost always has a book under his arm.

Surprisingly cuddly! Given his standoffish nature he doesnt seem like the physically affectionate type, but at heart he really is. For one, he's almost always the one holding Bruce, who also has Repressed Cuddler energy, so he's always carrying him close. Plus, being the biggest member of the league physically, he can actually fit the others in his lap! They're all just. So jazzed about this. Hes also pretty strong, so the others just tend to climb/lounge on him like a jungle gym. He loves it.

⚡️Wally/Flash ⚡️

Little and small guy, the toddlerest toddler to ever toddle.

He is,,, so hyper. So many safety precautions need to be made to Wally-proof the house. If sugar is within a 20 foot radius of him while small it's just all over. He can TASTE the speedforce and it's just red Kool-aid

Yes he has a toddler leash. It's a precaution everyone just kind of understands, even Wally. There was a fair amount of engineering that went into it honestly

Wally isn't really glued to another person like the others tend to be, he's happy to bounce around between leaguers. Each of them are a special type of fun!!

John 1000% has done the classic big brother trick of just giving Wally an unplugged controller when they play video games. It works every time

He LOVES to find out who's the best at something, which usually ends up with Shayera and Diana 80 rounds deep in some ridiculous competition. Hey, but who can balance the most chairs on their nose while standing on one foot? The world just had to know.

WOOO that was a lot of headcanons!!! If you wanna hear more about a specific leaguer or team up, please please please lmk!!! They are all I think about lmao. I hope y'all enjoy, thanks again for all your support ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

#little league #agere #fandom agere #agere fandom #dc agere #agere headcanons #superhero agere #justice league agere #im. not gonna tag them all rn lol #also WOOHOO i can finally post this ive been working on it forever #glad i got it out cuz its kinda the setup for all my other little league stuff

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jinmukangwrites · 3 years ago

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@damianwayneweek 6 (6-18): Baby Damian | Family bonding | First crush

Warnings: none

Notes: Short, sweet, barely edited cuz it's 1am. Please enjoy some de-aged Damian and frazzled Dick. Yes I'm back on my Damian and Dick bullshit. I just love them so much.

-o-o-o-o-

Three days, according to Zatanna. The magic that hit Damian isn't permanent, and should wear off on its own within three days.

Dick already doesn't know what to do with himself. He was hardly prepared to take over and raise a ten year old, let alone a toddler.

But here he is, sitting in the manor living room watching as a small version of his already little brother toddles around on chubby baby legs. He can't be more than two. He can walk around on his own well enough—though Alfred did block off all of the stairs in the manor anyways—and every so often he'll point at something and say... Something that sounds like a demand.

Dick wasn't really ever good with understanding baby gibberish. It doesn't help that Damian seems to have reverted in memories as well... so the things he's demanding probably aren't in English as it's not his first language.

Damian wobbles up to Dick, holding out a toy train that Alfred dug out from the attic that used to belong to Bruce. Dick takes it and thanks him, but Damian pays him no mind and returns to his toys, babbling about something only he understands.

It's so weird seeing him like this. All small, chubby, soft, and bright eyed. Dick doesn't know everything Damian has gone through... growing up in the League... and as much as Dick dislikes Talia, he knows she was the best mom she could be to him. She's raised him to be a smart, strong young man, and taught him to be able to protect himself in his dangerous surroundings... and of course Dick has known Damian long enough to have gotten through his walls and see the wonderful boy underneath, but as he watches this toddler squeal as another toy train turns on and runs on its own...

He cannot help but mourn the child Damian could have been. Should have been if every child in the world had the privilege of growing up in a safe home and no worries besides homework.

He shakes his head. He cannot think like that. Whatever child Damian could have grown into if he hadn't been raised by the League is still in there. Just a bit harder to bring out. Dick can feel himself getting closer every day.

Damian notices him shaking his head and makes a curious ah sound. He walks over to Dick, lifting his arms, and Dick assumes he wants to be lifted. He smiles at the kid and grabs him under the armpits and lifts him into the air perhaps a bit quicker than what he was expecting. The kid screeches as Dick lifts him over head and let's go for just a moment to catch him and bring him back down to his face.

Damian scowls a familiar scowl and hits Dick on the nose with his stubby little fingers.

"Bah," he scolds, and a laugh bursts from Dick's throat.

Yup, Damian is still in there.

-o-o-o-o-

"I'm beginning to understand why B adopted all of us when we were already in elementary," Dick complains as baby Damian screams in his wooden high chair—yet another thing dug up from the attic that probably belonged to Bruce.

Alfred hands Dick a rag with a smirk. The thrown bowl of mac-and-cheese is all over Dick's shirt.

"Master Bruce always had a tenderness for infants," Alfred replies as he uses another rag to wipe off the still screaming and complaining Damian. "He always found joy in finding whatever excuse he could to hold and play with a baby. We used to go to a church when he was still a child himself, and there was a woman there without a husband who would always bring her infant. He would always offer to hold the child for her during the sessions to give her a break."

There's a twinkle in his eye when he looks over at Dick. "I imagine that if this had happened to you, or your other siblings, when he was still around, he would have loved every second of it. Food throwing, tantrums, and all."

Dick can't help but smile. He looks over at Damian who's now kicking his legs and waving his now clean hands in a fit. "Still, I wonder what's making him so mad."

"He might not like the taste," Alfred says, "or the texture. Perhaps some experimentation is due."

After some expiration and a lot of screaming through baby lungs that couldn't possibly hold that much air, they find that Damian really likes tomato soup, apple sauce, and broccoli.

-o-o-o-o-

"Master Dick," Alfred speaks up on the first evening while they were showing Damian Pooh's Heffalump Movie. Dick was relaxing and watching the movie, trying to remember if he's seen this one or not, while Damian was on the floor playing with an old kitten stuffed animal.

"Yeah?" Dick asks. He looks over at Alfred, only to see Alfred raise an eyebrow down at Damian. Dick follows his look, then his stomach drops when he finds that under the recently shopped for infant clothes, is a full looking diaper.

Dick looks back up at Alfred.

"Please, god, no."

Alfred drops a diaper, a bag of wipes, and a cloth into Dick's hands. "Good luck, sir."

-o-o-o-o-

Dick's about to lose his mind. He did everything Alfred told him to. He read a bedtime story—Where the Wild Things Are, as it was Dick's personal favorite as a child. He made sure his diaper was clean. He turned on some white noise. He even gave him Zitka. Yet, everything he did, Damian would scream and sob in his borrowed crib until Dick picked him up and started to sing the lullabies sung to him as a child. He sings the ones from his own native language, and even though there's no way Damian understands Romani, the kid calms down and reduces to exhausted little hiccups and almost seems to fall asleep with his little fingers curled in Dick's shirt.

And the second Dick puts him down, the crying rekindles.

Dick doesn't know what to do. Damian cries and cries until he's held and sung to, but Dick can't hold and sing to him all night. He paces Damian's room, bouncing the aforementioned kid-turned-infant in his arms, mumbling tunes to whatever lullaby decides to leave his lips.

Alfred told him he has permission to wake him up if he needed anything with Damian through the night, but Dick can't bring himself to. Alfred already works so hard during the day and night, keeping the manor in shape and making sure Dick doesn't get himself killed during patrol... He shouldn't have to be relied on to take care of a grumpy baby that won't go to sleep.

No, no Dick can handle this. Damian is calm when he's held and sung to, so that's what Dick will do. He walks to the cradle and pulls out Zitka, then goes to his own bedroom to sit on his bed and holds Damian close to his chest, singing and bouncing him gently.

Eventually, Damian goes completely still against his chest, snoring slightly, but Dick's too fearful to risk anything now. He stops singing though, resorting to simply holding Damian and trying to keep his own eyes open.

He fails, but he wakes up in the morning with Damian laying on his chest, still fast asleep and drooling all over his shirt.

Dick doesn't look a gift-horse in the mouth. He shifts into a better position, then allows them both to sleep in a little longer.

-o-o-o-o-

Alfred discovers the problem quickly when Dick tells him how hard it was to get Damian to sleep. Turns out, Damian's teething. By noon, Alfred had returned from the closest grocery store with a few tools to help with that. He puts a few water filled plastics into the fridge, then gives Damian one to chew on in the meantime. And chew on it, Damian does. He gets slobber everywhere, but at least he's no longer so upset, especially once a cold one is exchanged into his grubby little hands.

-o-o-o-o-

"That's absolutely adorable," Barbara says over the phone. Dick's just finished sending her a massive amount of pictures he's taken of Damian after taking him outside to play in the backyard with the dogs. He's sent her the pictures mostly because he needs people to see how cute Damian is while trying to tackle a dog twice the size of him... but also partly because he gets the feeling once Damian's back to his normal age, he will make sure all evidence of this is destroyed.

Barbara is someone Dick's sure can keep pictures hidden in a safe place... just in case Dick wants to see them again after lying to Damian he deleted them.

-o-o-o-o-

Dick's beginning to understand why people like babies. Like, they're cute, yes. The sounds they make are cute sometimes too. The things they find funny are usually very goofy and enjoyable to watch. Their laughs are contagious, and their babbles are enjoyable to try and decipher...

But nothing beats watching them sleep, curled up against your chest. Full trust in you that you'll keep them safe. It's nap time, and instead of trying to peel Damian off from him and put him in the crib, he's decided to just let the kid pass out in his arms and use the opportunity to take a nap himself.

Apparently it's bad to always let babies sleep with you, but Damian's not going to be this small forever. Might as well enjoy holding him like this in pure peace while he can.

-o-o-o-o-

It seems Zatanna was generous with her prediction, as he wakes up with his breath being knocked out of him. Damian, his rightful age and dressed in his full Robin uniform, scrambles off of Dick's chest. It's all knees and elbows, and Dick's left rubbing his ribs as Damian pats his body, as if making sure he's really a 10 year old boy and not an infant.

"Good to have you back," Dick grunts, rubbing his eyes and holding back a grin.

Damian whirls on him and points an accusing finger. "I don't remember what all happened," he hisses, "but you will delete any photos immediately."

Dick bursts into laughter, grabbing Damians pointed hand and tugging him into a proper hug. Damian squawks just a little, but relents when Dick squeezes him tighter than what he would to an infant. Yes. This feels right. Baby Damian was cute and cuddly, but he really missed the prickly attitude of this rascal.

"Okay," he says, releasing his charge. "I'll delete the photos, after we tell Alfred you're back and you've changed out of the suit."

Damian huffs and nods. "That was horrible."

"I don't know, I thought it was fun," Dick teases. Damian glares at him and Dick grins back.

Yeah, he missed his kid.

#damianwayneweek2021 #damian wayne #robin #dick grayson #Nightwing #dc comics #jin writes #fanfiction

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littlefreya · 4 years ago

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Penny Dreadful

Summary: Sherlock is cold, troubled and upset, his mind is fixed on cracking an unsolved murder. It’s the worst time to disturb him. But his hot-blooded little succubus wants to drag him into sin.

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x OFC (First-person POV)

Word count: 2.5K

Warning: 18+, smut, teasing, bratty behaviour, ass-smacking with a cane, slight cane play, primal play, unprotected rough sex, biting, slight size kink, MaleDom, drug use. Lots of curly hair descriptions.

A/N: Not canon to books Sherlock, obviously, but seeing the photos and teaser Henry as Sherlock just sets up the vibe. So I had to. Many thanks to my beta @agniavateira !! Sorry for the ugly cover art :D.

Title: Penny Dreadful

Sherlock’s study was a bleak, musky chamber deprived of heat, notwithstanding the many candles that burnt at every corner. Perhaps it was the pristine heaps of snow that piled on the ledge of the window, or maybe it was his sullen mood that gave the room a sense of icy wilderness.

Fumes rose from his mouth, vaping into the air. The tawny light kissed his thick mane of luscious, chocolate curls while he stood at the fore of his desk and leered at some parchments that troubled his brilliant mind for whatever reason.

Fist seizing the golden tip of his cane, his thumb stroked the engravings that embellished the metal. Cases that he couldn’t crack often left him frustrated to the point of madness. Those wicked, sly obsessions made him even more irresistible.

My nails bit into the wooden doorframe. Consumed by yearning, a blaze licked up my soul with its monstrous tongue. I often wondered how something so pure as love could be dangerous, to which Sherlock would reply,

“Love is the greatest villain of them all.”

Unlike him, I didn’t care for evil.

The detective unclipped the small chain he kept fastened to his vest and opened the silver locket, gathering a wisp of white powder on the tip of his pinky finger and pressed it to his nostrils. A small grunt escaped him, his eyes turning glassy. The “fairy dust” tended to sharpen his perception and elevate his stamina.

I dropped to my knees at his sight, crawling on the floor. The black silks of my dress made a brushing noise as it dragged on the Persian carpet; my breasts peeked as my corset shifted with every move. Sherlock often said we must imagine ourselves as animals once we let desire play our strings.

Accepting my inner wildness, tonight I was a cougar stalking her prey.

By nature, his senses were sharp as blades, though the substance that streamed through his veins made a more heightened grip of the reality that surrounded him. He noticed and yet ignored me, letting his hot-blooded harlot crave for his attention.

If I was to be the feline predator, Sherlock was the hunter who pursued me for sport. An unfair game, yet nevertheless my favourite.

Bathing in my own little fountain of mischief, I allowed my fingers to sneak toward his cane, brushing up and down the mahogany in slow, languid motion. My slender digits licked along the shaft and my bosom followed, pressing against the hardwood. I dragged myself up slightly to glimpse at my master from below: my Sherlock, always a sight for a famished girl; a colossus, intimidating, and breathtaking. Like a moth to a flame, I inched closer dazed by the light, wanting to bask in its radiance.

The muscle in his cheek tensed, thick brows furrowing. A little squared wrinkle appeared above the bridge of his nose as he brushed through his dark locks with agitation.

“What ills that glorious mind of yours?” I hummed, playful fingertips climbing further up at the length of his cane.

“Something I can’t grasp,” he spat, not giving me the time of day. But I knew he noticed every detail of my wanton behaviour, it was evident by the way his breath swiftly became heavier. Sherlock might have solved crimes by profession, but all women were natural detectives; evolution granted us with a definite survival instinct, learning to read men between the shadows.

“You can possess me,” I offered, fingers scraping over his thumb as it pressed onto the cane’s golden tip. My voice dropped to a whisper while my hand left the cane in favour of his thigh. The muscle flexed and twitched under my sinful touch, the fabric of his breeches stretched as his cock grew with its natural need to fulfil the wet, convulsing void in me.

“You’re distracting me,” he warned, voice low and stern. His lashes hardly even fluttered to my direction.

Every delicate little hair stood up at the sound of alarm yet instead, I inhaled the soot of peril, allowing my hand to travel further and meet his hungry girth. It rose to my touch with gratitude, flinching even harder at the clutch of my claws. The flavour of desire was honey and salt on the tip of my tongue.

The low animalistic vibration of his voice wavered through his solid form. I felt it shudder all the way down to his swelling cock. A cautious man, Sherlock was measured and forbearing to a point that made me wonder if he even liked women at all before we fell into the vicious pit of decadence and violent delights.

It was the contrary that was true: Sherlock loved women very much, his desires were simply… of a certain quality.

His groin was warm and firm against my cheek. The crystalline-blue glare finally graced me with a sight so brooding my bones clattered.

“Later, I need to work.” By the drop of his voice, I knew there won’t be a third warning.

“Later, Later…” I taunted, rolling my chin over his aching need. “All work and no play…”

The gasp that pushed out of my lungs nearly whisked the candles off as Sherlock hauled me up by his hand and bent me over the desk.

“Should I teach you how to respect my time?” He snarled, throwing the skirts of my dress over my head like a cape of the midnight sky. Stars collapsed under my skin at the sensation of his touch exploring the curve of my bare ass. Talons ruptured the tiny blood vessels, squeezing with the affirmation of his ownership.

“No undergarments?” Sherlock growled dangerously while his thumb brushed over my silken entrance, toying with the rich elixir and smearing it further down my anticipating petals. I answered with a deep moan, stretching on this desk with a succumbing plea.

“You came here aimed at disturbing me while I work.”

Settling onto the surface of the desk, I reached forth one arm lazily and chuckled. “You are a great detective, I… oh!”

Something cold and solid caressed my dripping lips, driving between them in slow, calculated strokes. Throwing my head over my shoulder, I noticed Sherlock holding his cane against my sacred cove, staring at it as if I was yet another piece of evidence to be explored. The golden arched-tip pushed-slightly between my petals and entered just enough to make me hiss. For a mere second I wondered if he was going to fuck me using nothing but his cane.

“Look away; this is going to hurt.”

I hardly had time to protest when the first smack hit the pillow of my cheek. A wheeze of disgrace shot from my throat, husky and embarrassing, but not as degrading as the sting the metal left at my burning backside.

“Bad girl,” Sherlock ticked his tongue and lifted the cane midway in the air, a flare of noxious desire bursting in his pale-blue orbs. This time I turned away and shut my eyes, gripping the edge of the desk until my knuckles turned dead-white. If only it did anything to dull the pain, the sting was even more prominent, shooting all the way up to my spine where it coiled and forced a strident yip from my clamped lips.

Yet the throb in my cunt was unmissable.

Sherlock knew very well that the hurt allied with pleasure, enhancing it even, like his powdery magic dust.

Another smack and my nails scratched at the wood. Like a sinner nun indulging her own beating, I rode the waves of pain as they broke onto shores abundant with pleasure. There were hidden cracks in our public figure, the place where I burnt and Sherlock ascended as we pried our claws into mortal deadly sins. My senses rose to conflict with every smack and Sherlock took joy in every involuntary squirm of my body.

Tongue pressed between his lips, he hummed as he admired his handiwork, painting my ass in obscene hues of violence. “Had enough? Or want to see which will break first, the rod or your arrogance?” Sherlock chided and pinched my sore cheek to further increase the pain.

Embers whispered beneath my flesh, my legs jolted from the intense beating and by god, the trickle of my juices rolling down the back of my thighs made even a sultry woman such as myself drown in white shame.

Sherlock’s breath was a heavy guttural waft. His cane dropped to the floor and I heard the sound of metal clicking as he fumbled with his belt. I would be damned if I let him fuck me from behind. To have those eyes look away as he entered me was a vice I wouldn’t stand.

“No!” I yelled, bracing on my wobbly elbows as much as I could and turned to face him.

Sherlock’s glare widened, a chill of ice blew through his eyes and his pupils dilated like a crazed feline. “You’re saying no to me?”

“Yes!” I heaved and reached my hands to cradle his skull, pushing myself against the hardness of his body and forcing my lips on his. My kiss was feral, bruising the plush skin on and around his mouth, nibbling and biting until we tasted iron on our tongues. It was not long before I was shoved against the wall, our mouths still united, sharing one breath.

Or rather stealing it from one another.

We were pleasingly unequal. Sherlock was all iron and stone; a bulky, tall man who could tear me apart with his bare hands. I was a little lush thing, so tender, so easily bruised. Despite his power, the desire to claim the tiny wet hole between my legs was unquenchable, reducing him to a savage thing that spoke in raw inarticulate sounds.

He tore his mouth from mine and swept me up from the ground, hiking the skirts of my dress urgently to expose what he coveted the most. I felt the supple velvety texture of his hardness grind against my thigh, smearing the pearly drops of his arousal onto my skin. We both moaned at the sensation and moved to the rhythm dictated by our most primal instincts.

“You want my cock?” He growled and gnawed his teeth at my neck, biting deep enough to break through the skin. I whined in pain, my voice rising a pitch as I writhed against him to ignite the smallest of frictions and serve the demon of desire in me.

“Fuck me!” I begged, sliding my fingers through the mass of soft curls and tugging them with need.

Answering my plea, Sherlock speared into my unruly cunt, brutally spreading me open like he would tear the petals from a flower. I yipped into his luscious hair, my nails tearing into his nape as his intrusion claimed everything my body had to offer. I always found it odd how my flesh would resist and beg for him at the same time, my succulent canal fighting to push him by instinct yet he only further rutted into me. He reached his hands to my sore ass to squeeze my cheeks apart.

“Such a tight little harlot,” he groaned, engulfed by my garden of mysteries. Moaning so loudly, our duet reverberated through the corridors of the house. His lashes fluttered with ecstasy as he pulled back only to force me down on his imposing cock, attempting to rip through my denial. Or it was to tame me as I clenched around his girth, accepting and resisting him at the same time. I was nothing but a vessel for him to fill, and he did so with a fiery passion, glaring straight to my eyes while thrusting deep and hard into me.

Books fell from the shelves nearby as we battled against the wall, my legs sliding up and down his waist, spreading helplessly in the air until my boots pressed into his arse. One of his hands reached for my corset, tugging on the ludicrous outfit to expose my breast. Ravenous, he licked his bloodstained lips, giving me a stare that made my cunt clutch him harder before he sank his fangs to pierce cavities in my tit.

“No!!!” I cried out and gasped as he thrust deeper to punish me for my protest. His heavy cock hit a spot so deep inside me that tears instantly emerged and fell down my cheeks, the pang bringing through a spasm of odd relief.

Blood and saliva smeared along my cleavage as he dragged his lips further, licking and then kissing every patch he bruised. I moaned breathlessly, throwing my head back against the wall as his nimble fingers surveyed my neck, laying small threats to show me how easy he could simply suspend my very basic need.

But my survival instincts already flew out the window the moment he penetrated me.

His lips hovered above mine as he fucked deep into my body, our cries creating an obscure symphony as he continuously slammed into my hilt, harder and more urgent with every plunge. The tears that fell down my cheeks were tainted with the conflicting aphrodisiac that pain brought through. In that instant I was whole, gratified by the friction created of the collision of our wet organs.

“Do it!” I gasped and nodded through glossy stares, swallowing hard to gesture what he already knew. With a swift snap of his hands, his fingers were bruising on my neck and he slammed into me at a furious pace, giving no care for my broken screams.

Euphoria tore through my soul, crashing like hot waves of eternal fire. I came apart around his thick rod crying for God and Satan at once. Sherlock never slowed down, not even as he felt the tightening of my ring around him. It only made him fuck me harder, burying his face at my collarbone, chasing his own rapture at a punishing speed, grunting like a beast. Finally, he shuddered and pumped me full of his thick, silky milk. The muscles of his behind flexed and he ground his hot load into my warm cavern, making sure I received every drop. My hands reached to squeeze his taut ass as my legs clutched him still, wanting to keep him inside me.

As if he had any intentions of leaving as he moaned and spasmed inside me.

Smoke filled the room as few of the candles died; the scent of ash and the musk of our sex seeped through our noses while we remained entwined, shaking in each other’s grasp. Breathless and damp with sweat, Sherlock lifted his face from my neck and glanced at me looking so vulnerable, almost appearing lost. I moved my trembling hands back to his face, my thumbs caressing his sharp cheeks.

“I know I am harsh…” he murmured, his eyes digging into my heart with nothing but a gaze of despair, “but please don’t ever leave me.”

My face fell at the sound of his words, my lips parting with awe. My detective could solve the most outrageous crimes, and yet he couldn’t realise I was shackled to him for all eternity.

#henry cavill #henry cavill x ofc #henry cavill fanfiction #sherlock holmes fanfiction #sherlock holmes x ofc #henry holmes #sherlock holmes

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simlicious · 2 years ago

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This past weekend, Ubisoft had an event that let you play Assassins Creed Origins for free. I have never played an AC game before, it was the perfect opportunity to see whether I liked it at all, I have never paid much attention to AC games before. Their scheme worked, because after playing for three days, I bought it with all DLCs. It is such a stunning game, I am a sucker for details and textures, and the world is so rich with it, it is a pure joy to take in and I can just feel the effort that has gone into the game. The world design is absolutely gorgeous and you really feel transported back in time to ancient Egypt. The gameplay is a lot of fun, scaling any building in 3 seconds feels like a superpower for sure. The story feels meaningful, even though it seems to be a a classic revenge plot (but I’m only level 16, so what do I know). There are plenty of quests and locations in the world, though the game is very combat-centric. In a massive world, it is not always easy to find your way, but AC Origins solves this elegantly through tamed eagle Senu, which is your eye in the sky and helps you with spotting targets and hunting animals (that is a big part of the game too). Once you mark your next location, you can hop on your choice of camel or horse, sit back and take in the stunning views while travelling to your next location on auto pilot, or switch to Senu to find interesting locations along the way. Fast travel options are also interesting, since they are unlocked by scaling high structures and perching on a specific point. After being rewarded with a 360° panoramic camera spin, you can take a leap of faith and see what happens. The combat is fun and varied enough with several choices of weapons and a skill tree. The combat is pretty graphic in nature, which is to be expected from a 18+ game, and you can precisely choose where to stick that sword or arrow, but also fast-paced so you will not see every hit in excruciating detail. Stealth is also fun and actually works. There is enough time to assassinate a dumbstruck victim, and if you creep up from behind, they really will not notice. What really impresses me is the photo mode. I guess that is nothing new in AAA games, but I usually do not play many of them and this still feels new and incredible. Being able to freeze time to take the perfect shot, adjust depth of field, zoom, rotate, skew, pan, add filters... it’s a lot of fun for someone who likes to take pretty pictures. The pictures are then placed on the game’s map and you can see where you took which photo, which is fun and feels a bit like maintaining a travel diary. And there you have my first impression of AC: Origins! Since this is my first AC game, I start to wonder... have I missed out all these years?

#assassins creed origins #ac origins #nonsims #first impressions #have you played this game? did you like it?

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cursedwriter · 4 years ago

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Cursed! - Gojo Satoru

Jujutsu Kaisen Masterlist

Synopsis: After running some errands you’re caught off guard by a curse user. Unbeknownst to you, he has something up his sleeve that would mean a fate worse than death to you. How will you get out of this? And what role does your boyfriend - the Satoru Gojo - play in all of this?

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Author’s Note: Feeback is - as always - highly appreciated! I’d love to hear your thoughts! Requests are still open, btw!

“Hey, there. Are you okay?” You hesitantly approached a man who had just stumbled upon a protruding cobble stone on the sidewalk. The street lamps were just lighting up, signaling for another day to approach its end. The air felt chillier on your skin and you briefly wished you had taken a scarf with you, or at least put on a warmer jacket.

“I’m fine. No worries,” the man grunted and waved you off, but you didn’t stop, opting to check on him nonetheless.

“Are you sure?” Your feet stopped just a few inches away from him, hand already outstretched to help him get up and off the ground. Hesitantly, he reached out for it. His movements slow, but not in a timid kind of way. It was more like he was anticipating something to jump at him at any given moment if he touched you. As if he was scared you could poison him with a single touch.

Suddenly an uneasy feeling swept through your body. A shiver ran down your spine and the hair in your neck stood up. A familiar sensation overwhelming your senses. Blood running cold in your veins, freezing still, numbing your nerves. The chill of the night was suddenly no longer noticeable on your skin. Instead, the breeze felt almost warm now. This was the presence of a curse. An acidic taste spread through your mouth, making you swallow hard as you subtly roamed your eyes around the neighborhood, trying to find out where the curse could be hiding.

To your surprise, nothing seemed too out of the ordinary. The only thing that was ticking you off was that there were no longer any people in sight. It was just you and the man in front of you now. Everyone else had suddenly vanished. Cursed energy was flowing through the air, probably causing everyone else to feel uneasy too, hence why they left in a hurry. People relied on instinct much like animals did. So even though they might not know why, they could definitely tell when something bad was about to happen. Much like how animals could sense when a storm was approaching. Therefore, this really wasn’t all that surprising. What surprised you was that everyone else had been quicker than you to notice the alien presence in your midst. It was almost like someone had been concealing it from you specifically. That was what was worrisome. And then it hit you… the lack of a curse running around, you alone in an empty neighborhood with only one other man right in front of you and the fact that you had only been able to even sense the cursed energy floating around the moment you had reached out for him… This was a trap. A trap specifically designed for you.

Everything inside of you was screaming for you to run away. Just run. Run. RUN!

But you couldn’t move.

You couldn’t even retract your hand that was still outstretched to help the stranger get to his feet. You looked down at him. The shock in your eyes as the realization hit you must’ve been obvious, because as soon as he noticed the fear glimmer in your eyes, a menacing smile spread across his face. It almost looked like he was bearing his teeth at you.

Without breaking eye contact, he got up from the pavement, ignoring your hand and dusting his pants off.

“Ugh, the look on your face,” he laughed. “It’s truly hilarious, I wish you could see it.” His eyes lit up and he held his index finger in the air as if he just remembered something groundbreaking. “Wait, hold on. A right,” he laughed again, “as if you have another choice.” He stalked around you, reaching for your back pocket, hand lingering on your ass longer than was necessary in order for him to get your phone. Bile was rising up in your throat as you send a million death threats his way. You wanted to scream at him to tell you what he wanted, but even your tongue remained unmoving, pressed to the roof of your mouth. It felt like you had transformed into a stone statue.

It was obvious that the man in front of you wasn’t a cursed spirit. So he either had to be a curse user or, like Yuji, swallowed a cursed object and absorbed its power. Whatever he was, whatever he wanted, though, by the way he looked at you, it wasn’t anything good.

“Okay, now say cheese.” He held your phone in front of your face. It was close enough for you to reach out and swat it out of his hands, but much to your dismay, your body just wouldn’t listen to your commands. Everything you could do was stand there helplessly and watch as he did whatever he pleased. “Ah, right. Almost forgot, you can’t talk,” he shrugged unimpressed. “Well, no matter. This’ll do just fine.” The clicking sound of your phone camera rang through your ears. The sound completely out of place compared to the eerie silence that surrounded you.

The man turned your phone around to show you the picture he’d just taken. At first glance, you almost didn’t recognize yourself. Your eyes were blown wide in horror, mouth slightly opened in a silent scream.

“So, what do you think’ll happen if I forward that little picture of you and send it… let’s say, to your boyfriend?” He raised one eyebrow in amusement, gauging your reaction, obviously toying with you. “What do you think he’d do if I’d do that?” This guy evidently knew who you were and he also knew who your boyfriend was… Then why did he sound so delighted at the prospect of Gojo – the Satoru Gojo – coming here and probably tearing his limbs off? It seemed to you that he was almost counting on it. That he, in fact, looked forward to it.

Okay, so this guy wasn’t actually trapping you. You were just the bait and Gojo seemed to be his real target. Which got you thinking… Was he just another egomaniac thinking he could take on Gojo and defeat him and in return make a name for himself? Did he have a death wish? Or could he be that one in a million to have an actual chance at defeating him?

“It’s really not any fun when the conversation is this one sided,” he complained, scratching the back of his neck in thought. “Okay, because I’m in such a good mood today, I’ll let you talk. But no funny business, alright?” He held a daunting finger up in the air as if he was an adult scolding a child for misbehaving.

Suddenly your tongue felt loose again and you could move your mouth, though, the bitter taste remained. It felt like someone had poured acid down your throat, leaving your tongue to feel like sandpaper in your mouth. Except for that, everything remained the same. Not a single muscle in your body would follow your commands of making a run for it or, at the very least, get a good punch in.

“What the hell are you doing to me?” You croaked out, voice hoarse and cracking at the end. “What do you want with Gojo?”

“Uh uh.” He shook his head in displeasure, though, the sick grin on his face remained. “One thing at a time, love. Don’t get ahead of yourself or I might revoke your talking rights.” The way he referred to you as ‘love’ made you physically sick. And the way he talked so happily, as if you were old friends catching up on lost time, made you want to punch him all the more. What was his goal? What could he possibly want?

“Just spit it out!” Your patience was wearing very thin at this point. And though, it might be reckless to talk to this visibly crazy man in such a manner, you didn’t really care. You always had a problem with your temper.

“My, you’re a feisty one, aren’t you?” The man cooed in delight. He was still holding your phone tightly in his hand, looking through God knew what. Ugh, now you really wished you had put a password on it, but before now you never really had a reason to. You weren’t hiding anything in it, but still, it felt like he was roaming through your head while you had no idea what he was searching for.

“Aren’t you two just adorable?” He dangled your phone in front of your face again, fake sweetness dripping off his words like poison disguised as honey. On your screen was a picture of you and Gojo where he was kissing your cheek. Your face was flushed, totally embarrassed when Gojo made Fushiguro take the picture a couple days back. But still, there was this love drunken smile on your face, eyes glistening in a way that radiated pure joy. You remembered how happy you were that day. Actually, you were always happy when you were around Satoru. “You’re so cute together, it makes me sick!” He stood up straight again, nose wrinkling in disgust as he scrolled through your phone some more. “You know, you’re a hard woman to get alone. You’re always with him… Frankly, it was quite frustrating to watch you two be all lovey dovey. But here we are at last, right? So I guess, it was worth it in the end.” A throaty laugh escaped his throat, causing every hair on your body to stand up. So this guy has been watching you? Following you around for God knew how long? A shiver ran down your spine at the thought of all your intimate moments being tainted by some weirdo watching you from afar.

“So, what is it that you want from us?”

“Right,” he clicked his tongue, shoving your phone in his back pocket and out of sight. A small sigh of relief left your lips. Finally, it didn’t feel like he was digging through your head anymore. “You see; I was in love once, too. We were as happy as you can imagine. Our future together was already within reach.” Suddenly the man reached forward to hold onto your shoulder. At first it seemed like he needed the additional support to keep himself upright, but as his fingertips dug deeper into your skin, you guessed this wasn’t all there was to it. He needed a vent to release some of the anger that was burning in his eyes… and you just so happened to be the closest thing nearby. “Everything was perfect. Suki was pregnant and we were planning to get married… Everything was perfect,” he repeated. There was a strain on his voice now as he talked about the woman that he loved. But you were still confused as to what that had to do with you. “Suki was a good person. The best, in fact. There wasn’t a single bad bone in her body and still… and still, someone cursed her. And not just any curse… No! They turned her into one! Into a monster! My Suki! MY SUKI!” Describing him as furious wouldn’t even come close to the burning hatred you saw searing in his eyes. The grip on your shoulder impossibly painful at this point.

“I’m sorry for your loss.” The sincerity in your voice caught him off guard. You could feel his grip loosening ever so slightly, but the flame in his eyes seemed to blaze more intensely than ever before.

“You don’t get to say sorry!” He spat in your face. “Because your precious excuse of a boyfriend was the one to kill her! HE KILLED HER WITHOUT BATTING AN EYE! WITHOUT EVEN TRYING TO FIX HER! HE KILLED HER! AND HE DID IT RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME! SO, YOU DON’T GET TO SAY YOU’RE SORRY!”

Suddenly everything clicked together. Everything started to make sense. This was a man with nothing to lose and he was out for retribution. If you weren’t scared before, you were definitely scared now. People with nowhere to go, people who didn’t fear death or didn’t care for it were the most unpredictable ones. He probably already knew that there was no way for him to defeat Gojo… and that in turn meant that he must have something planned that would make him suffer the same way he had. Because what do you do if you can’t kill your opponent? Right… You make them wish they were dead. And you had the dreadful feeling that the role you’d be playing in all of this wasn’t merely to lure Gojo in.

You tried to gulp, but a lump was forming in your throat that made it hard to swallow or even breathe. You didn’t care about the things that could happen to you, but if you were to be the reason Gojo had to suffer, you would never be able to forgive yourself.

The wheels in your head started turning, eyes blown wide in horror. The man in front of you could visibly feel your distress. He wet his lips in anticipation. Almost like a famished animal waiting to finally feast on its prey.

“Please, I beg you… just let me go, okay? Please!” It was a pathetic attempt, you knew that. There was no way in hell he would let you go now, but you still had to try, at the very least. “This won’t bring her back, okay? Torturing me won’t bring your Suki back… So please, I beg you… just let me go.”

His head fell back in his neck as a bitter laugh ripped through the night. His whole body shook with the action. The sight caused your heart rate to speed up, hammering against your rip cage like the wings of a hummingbird. This was a mad man with nothing to lose and with nowhere to go.

“Torture you? No, no!” He shook his head, finally letting go off your shoulder as he clasped both his hands together in pure delight. “I have something way better planned for you… You see, my cursed technique is mind manipulation which you might have already noticed.” Ah, now it made sense why you couldn’t move and only talk once he allowed you to. “It’s a rather straining technique, but that won’t matter…” The smile on his face didn’t falter, if anything, it got even bigger. His eyes almost sparkling with perverse glee as he hungrily looked you up and down. His hand reached for his back pocket again, getting a hold of your phone. The screen illuminated his face, highlighting a single scar that traveled across his right cheek. “So, I’ll call your boyfriend now, okay? I think you two have a little catching up to do.” He winked at you. “But before that…” He lowered your phone slightly, intently looking you in the eyes and capturing all your attention. Even if you wanted to look away – and you did – you couldn’t will your body to do so. Never in your life have you felt so helpless. “Y/N, when you see Satoru Gojo’s face again, you’re overcome with the sudden and unbearable desire to kill him and you will stop at nothing until you accomplish your task… or you die trying.”

You stopped breathing, blood freezing in your veins as your brain absorbed these horrible words.

No. No! NO!

This was a fate worse than death! Not only did he make you fight his sick battle, he probably counted on Gojo having to kill you which would… break him. If you can’t kill your enemy… make them wish they were dead. And God did you wish he would’ve just killed you and left you for Gojo to find you. This would’ve been more merciful.

“Oh, he picked up.” Your eyes snapped up to see he was already holding your phone flat against his ear. “Gojo Satoru, I believe I have something of yours in my possession. Please be so kind and pick it up, okay? She really can’t wait to see you.”

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Part Two

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alwaysachorusgirl · 3 years ago

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Adoption Day

Pairing: Frederick Chilton x Female Reader

Word Count: 2089

For: Covers the Animal Shelter square for @adarafaelbarba 's fall moodboard bingo

TW: very brief mention of past childhood abuse and animal abandonment, but other than that, it's mostly fluff

Dedication: This is for the world's best cat mom, @madamsnape921 ,because it's her birthday! Go send her some birthday love today!

Author's Note: Jumping back a little in the Cat Daddy Frederick timeline to cover Buttercup's adoption story. Per my previously established continuity, this would take place in January, right after New Year's, and prior to "Not According to Plan"

Tags: @itsjustmyfantasyroom @prurientpuddlejumper @thatesqcrush @welcometothemxdhouse @raulesparza4eva @teamsladsandgents @rosequcrtz

The winter wind howled outside the window and snow drifted across the windowpanes, but inside Frederick Chilton’s ornate home you were safe and warm. No, our home, I live here now, you thought to yourself. You were still getting used to thinking of it as your home, too. You were unpacking the last of the boxes from your recent move. A fire was roaring in the living room fireplace, giving the room a cozy, comforting glow. You inhaled the aroma of the hearty vegetable stew that was cooking in the crockpot in the kitchen, and your stomach growled. You were going to need to take a dinner break soon, and as if he was reading your mind, Frederick entered the room and came over to where you were placing your books on the expansive built-in shelves.

“How goes it with the books? Do you need more shelf space? I can always move somethings into my office if you need more.”

“Thank you, Frederick, but don’t worry; I think I have more than enough. I am, however, getting rather hungry. I think it’s time we ate dinner, don’t you?

“I couldn’t agree more, my love, shall I set the table?” he asked, taking your hand, and helping you to your feet.

“Thank you, Frederick, that would be lovely.”

*****************

“This stew is fantastic, my love! We’ll most certainly have to use this recipe again.”

When you didn’t respond right away, Frederick started to worry and reached for your hand. “Darling?”

“Oh! Sorry! I zoned out for a moment, must be more tired than I thought; Thank you, Frederick, I have a whole slew of crock pot recipes that are perfect for cold winter days.”

“Y/N, are you alright? Have I done something wrong? Is it the house? Is there something you’re not happy with?”

“What? Oh, Frederick, no!” You squeezed his reassuringly. “You haven’t done anything wrong, my love, and the house is perfectly fine. It’s just…” you paused, not sure how to broach your thoughts.

“What is it? Whatever you need, I’ll make sure you have it! Cost is no object!”

You took a breath and tried to collect your thoughts. You loved cats, but your previous apartment had not allowed pets. You had promised yourself that when you eventually moved you would be a cat mom again. It had been far too long. But it was something that you and Frederick hadn’t discussed yet, and you had no idea what his feelings were on the subject.

“What did you think about getting a cat?” You blurted out, bracing yourself for what you were sure was going to be an argument.

It was now Frederick’s turn to go silent, taken aback by your unexpected query. He mulled it over in his head before answering.

“Honestly, my love, I’ve never thought about it before. I never had a pet of any kind growing up. My parents did not allow animals in the house.”

“Oh, Frederick, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know.” In theory, you knew you probably should have guessed that. You knew that Frederick’s father had been a hard, cruel man, and had been abusive toward Frederick and his mother. Frederick’s mother had been so worn down by it that she eventually shutdown, mentally and emotionally, and neglected to protect her son when he needed it the most. Of course, they hadn’t allowed pets, they hadn’t even allowed their son to have a normal childhood, or an ounce of happiness.

“My darling, you have nothing to apologize for,” said Frederick, placing soft kisses on the back of your hand. “If it’s a cat you want, then a cat you shall have. I’ll do some research after we finish here. Cats need supplies, right? Food, litter, toys, those fancy cat trees, cute little sweaters?”

****************

After dinner you and Frederick sat side-by-side on the couch with your laptops, him researching what kind of supplies you going to need to buy, and you were looking at your local SPCA’s website.

“Good god, I had no idea how many different types of cat litter there were!”

“Oh, Frederick, if you think that’s bad, wait until you see how competitive the cat food market is. Hmm…that’s interesting…”

“What is it?” asked Frederick, looking over at your laptop.

“This listing here,” you said, pointing at a blank gray box. “There should be a picture here, like there is for the other listings, but it’s blank. It says it’s supposed to be a 2-month-old black female…. hang on; I have an idea.”

You grabbed your phone off the coffee table and scrolled through your contacts until you found the name you were looking for. You hit “Call” and waited.

“Hello?” A voice finally picked up on the other end.

“Joanne! Hi! It’s Y/N. How are you?”

“I’m great, how are you? It’s been ages since the last time we hung out.”

“I’m good, and you’re right; it has been too long. Is this a good time to talk?”

“Sure! What’s up?”

“Do you still work for the county SPCA?”

“Oh, you bet I do! Oh my god, are you finally in the market to adopt?”

“Yes, I am, and I have a question about one of the cat listings on the website. The one that’s missing a picture?”

“Yes, I just noticed that a few hours ago. Our website person put that up prematurely. The kitten was just spayed, and normally we wait until the animal has had adequate recovery time before we add them to the site, but accidents happen. Last I checked, the little one is recovering nicely and should be ready to interact a couple days. She’s the sweetest thing. Someone dumped her in a cardboard box at our front door. She had a leg injury, but that’s also healing up. She loves to play, loves to cuddle, and I’ll think she’ll thrive in a good home. Would you like to make an appointment to see her?”

“Yes, I would! What time slots do you have available?”

*******************

A few days later, you and Frederick walked arm in arm into the county SPCA. Frederick had rush-ordered all the supplies you thought you’d need and then some. You both excited and nervous. You’d already taken a huge step by moving in together, and now you were adopting a pet. You looked over at Frederick and noticed the uncertainty in his eyes. He also seemed leaning on his cane for support. He always seemed to do that when he was unsure about something. You gave his arm a gentle squeeze and kissed his cheek.

“It’s going to be okay, Frederick, you’re to be a wonderful cat dad. I believe in you.”

Frederick blushed and placed a soft kiss on your temple.

“Thank you, my love, I appreciate your faith in me, even though I’m still not sure what’s done to deserve it, or you.”

Before you could respond to that, Joanne came out her office and rushed toward you.

“Y/N! It’s so good to see you!”

“It’s good to see you, too, Joanne.” You enveloped her in a big hug and then motioned to Frederick. “Joanne, this is Dr. Frederick Chilton, my Frederick.”

Frederick gave you the most loving of looks, and nearly melted into a puddle at your feet at sound of you referring to him as “your Frederick.”

“Nice to meet you, Dr. Chilton,” said Joanne, extending her hand.

“And you,” he replied, shaking hands.

“Well, I suppose you want to meet the little one; right this way!”

You and Frederick followed Joanne to cat section of the shelter. You walked past several cats, each one trying to get your attention from their enclosures. If you had your way, you’d take them all home, but you didn’t think Frederick was quite ready for that yet; but maybe one day…

“Here she is, “announced Joanne, stopping in front of one of the enclosures. A tiny black, fluffy kitten was inside, and her eyes lit up when she saw you. She was immediately on her feet, and you noticed she still had a slight limp in her injured leg, but she was full of energy and mewing incessantly. Joanne opened the door and carefully lifted her out. You reached out to take her, but the impatient kitten leapt out of Joanne’s hands and into your waiting arms.

“Oh! Hello! Hi baby, hi sweetheart,” you cooed.

“Mew, mew, mew!”

You looked into her eyes, and it was love at first sight. You did your best to hold onto her, shifting and adjusting your arms to accommodate her constant movement and attempts to climb up your shoulder. You gave her a little scratch between her ears and kissed her head. She was perfect.

“Mew! Mew!”

“Yes, baby, it’s okay, I’ve got you, I’ve got you.”

Frederick stood there watching you with the kitten, completely dumbstruck. Just when he thought he couldn’t fall anymore in love with you, you had to go and surprise him. You were a natural cat mom, cradling the tiny ball of fluff and talking to her like she was a human. He saw the kitten rub her nose against your chin and looked like she was giving you kisses. He also saw the look of pure love and joy on your face, and he lived for that, wanted to see that every day. He didn’t know anything about raising a cat, but for you, he would try.

**************

Joanne led you to a visitor’s room so that you and Frederick could spend some quality time getting to know the kitten. Frederick removed his coat and offered to take the kitten so that you could take off yours. You demonstrated how to hold the kitten and then handed her to Frederick. He held her close to chest and sat down.

“Mew?” the kitten looked up at him, confused as to who this new person was.

“It’s alright, little one, I’ve got you,” he tried to reassure her. A lock of his normally perfectly quaffed hair suddenly flopped in his face, and the kitten’s eyes grew wide.

“Mew?” she raised a paw and tentatively batted at Frederick’s hair. “Mew…”

“Oh, that’s adorable,” you said, plopping down next to them on a bean bag chair. You saw the smile on his face and nudged him with your elbow. “See? She likes you. And I think she wants to play.” You looked around the room and saw the toy boxes, filled with various dog and cat toys, but then something else caught your eye. “Frederick?”

“Yes, my love?”

“Hand her back to me and take off your scarf, please.”

He did as he was told. You carefully placed the kitten on the carpet and proceeded to dangle the scarf in front if her. Her eyes went wide again, and then she crouched, wiggled her backside, and pounced. Her little paws batted at the scarf, then she would roll around kick at it with her hind legs.

“It certainly looks like she’s enjoying herself,” Frederick chuckled. “So, what are we going to call her?”

“I was thinking ‘Buttercup”,” you said matter-of-factly.

“I am not the least bit surprised,” he replied, immediately picking up on your reference. He looked at the kitten. “Well, what do you think about that little one?”

“Mew?”

“Your name,” you told her, “Buttercup, do you like it?”

“Mew, mew.” She forgot about the scarf and crawled into your lap, kneading you with her paws.

“I think she likes it.” You threw Frederick a smile.

“Yes, I quite think she does. I have an idea, how about a story? Would you like that Buttercup?”

“Mew.” She replied with a yawn,

“Darling, if you check your bag, I believe you’ll find a book there.”

You checked your purse, and sure enough, in the largest section was a children’s book, one that you instantly recognized from your own childhood.

“If You Give A Mouse A Cookie?”

“It came highly recommended by the lady at the bookstore.”

“It’s perfect, Frederick.” You handed him the book and leaned your head against his knee. As he began to read, Buttercup curled up in your lap and shut her eyes, she was soon fast asleep, purring away. When he finished reading, Frederick caressed your cheek with hand to get your attention.

“So, shall we go find Joanne and make it official?”

“Yes,” you replied, gazing down at Buttercup, “If we don’t take her home today, I think I’ll cry.”

“Then let’s go fill out the paperwork and bring her home.”

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thefanficmonster · 4 years ago

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You Never Notice

Sykkuno x Reader (Female)

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff

Summary: The center of someone’s world is never aware of their importance even when everyone else is in the know. People are hard to understand, no denying, but if we all spilled our truth like how Y/N admitted her feelings to Sykkuno, mutual understanding would be achieved a lot more easily. JK, she needed an eternity and maybe a thousand pushes. What’s important is the result though, right?

Requested by Anon. You are my first Sykkuno request and I wish I could thank you with a tag. Instead, I’m gonna thank you with a fic in which I put my all. Thank you for the request, hope the final product doesn’t let you down. 🥰

Here we go again. Sykkuno’s love life is brought up. This time it’s more frustrating cause I can’t shout how wrong he is about himself and the effect he has on the people around him. He has no room to speak, he hasn’t experienced what I have - one of your best friends living in your head rent-free because you’re just that whipped by them. That’s right kids, some of us never grow past the middle school crushes - they are a constant for some. That can be a good or a bad thing, it completely depends on how you view it.

Currently, him and Rae are addressing some dating rumors that started spreading about them earlier this week while Felix, Sean and I are kicking each other’s butts in Party Animals. We’re not all playing together, actually, we were all playing different games when we hopped into the call and just grouped together after playing solo got boring. Rae and Sykkuno are playing Among Us on a random server, her being the only person who’s streaming right now. She said she just wanted to clear up the dating rumors cause they were annoying to see popping up on her feed on every social media platform she’s active on.

“It’s ridiculous, really. People just look for online personalities to put in imaginary relationships. Are they that bored? I know quarantine is getting to everyone, but damn“ Rae says, laughing a bit to take the edge off her words but I know she’s bothered by this ordeal more than she’s letting on. I know how much it bothers her when people ship random youtubers and streamers together, even when she’s not involved.

And I agree. Ever since I started streaming I’ve been shipped with my friends left and right. First Corpse, then Dave, Joel...you name them. It gets kinda gross cause these people are legit like siblings to me. Unlike Rae, though, I don’t waste my breath trying to clear those ‘talks of the net’ up. I don’t know if it’s for better of for worse that I remain silent on the issue when I’m involved but am willing to stand up for my friends when they find themselves in a similar situation. Some people think the reason I don’t share my thoughts is because the rumors are true, but the hint is most often taken, resulting in the ship ending. Well, that ship ending, there’s always a new one popping up. As Rae said, it’s ridiculous.

“Why does everyone think I am ever dating anyone? I’ve already commented on this: no one would date me.“ Sykkuno says through a sigh-like laugh.

“Why are you so sure?“ I blurt out without as much as a second thought

My eyes widen just a bit, just a bit. I’m not too surprised with myself. I am slowly losing control of my raging emotions and I’m afraid of what I’ll turn into when all my restraints snap. A mess, that’s the most likely answer.

“Well....“ Sykkuno trails off, clearly more than a little nervous, “I don’t have a girlfriend right now, and I haven’t had one in a while...Nor has a girl shown any interest to be more than friends with me in what feels like forever.“

“I’m sure you just don’t notice the hints girls drop. We can be pretty subtle.“ I try to sound as nonchalant as possible while I’m still in my panicked animal mode. And by animal I mean a cub. A scared cub that is now showing confidence but will run and hide right afterwards. I silently thank the universe that I’m not streaming right now. I can feel the heat on my neck and cheeks which is pure embarrassment and would have been more than evident on-camera.

“Yeah Y/N’s right, Sykkuno. Girls can be very subtle, but they will always let you know if they like you, even through the smallest of gestures. You gotta keep your eyes open.“ Rae backs me up reassuringly.

“Guys never notice anything.“ I say, rolling my eyes. I feel the pressure lessen thanks to Rae’s involvement in the conversation.

“That’s not true.“ Sean protests, “We pay close attention, especially to girls we are attracted to.“

“Yeah!“ Sykkuno pipes in again, “I’m pretty sure I would notice if a girl was dropping signals that she likes me.“

Now that stings. That legit makes me wince and cringe as though his voice delivered an actual physical hit to my chest and stomach. It’s really unpleasant, painful even.

“You never notice.“ There’s something about this triple opportunity - proving him wrong that he’d catch onto a girl’s signals; proving him wrong that girls aren’t attracted to him; coming clean about the biggest emotional struggle I’ve experienced in recent years; - that snaps my last emotional restraints. I will totally regret this later, but after the regret comes the relief which is 100% worth it.

“What?“ He sounds very puzzled. I can just about imagine him frowning as he tries to wrap his brain around something even I can’t wrap mine around.

“You say you’d notice a girl’s hints of attraction. OK.“ I nonchalantly throw Felix off the submarine in Party Animals while I keep talking, “Would you notice if a girl purposely doesn’t kill you in Among Us when she’s impostor? Or would you notice that a girl always sends you links to videos she finds funny? Or that she always shares music and movie recommendations with you and you only?“

Dead silence ensues. I feel like they have all glitched, considering Sean didn’t even try to put up a fight when I lifted him and threw him in the ocean as I previously did with Felix’s avatar.

Maybe I was a tad too specific and made the whole situation hit a little too close to home for me.

Sykkuno and I have become really close friends and we chat and play games regularly. As I mentioned, I give him movie and music recommendations and I only recently started acknowledging the fact that I’ve never killed him in Among Us. Natural instinct I guess. In fact, I feel the need for vengeance when he’s killed. I refuse to even vote for him unless it’s absolutely necessary.

Now that I think about it, it’s not his fault he has no clue. I just don’t know how to properly drop hints.

“Um...I mean, I guess I would notice but I’d never think they are that type of hints.“ He finally replies.

On point there, dear. On damn point.

“What does it take for you to be convinced that a girl is into you?“ Who cares that a bunch of people are about to witness this outpour? It’ll make it more real, yes, but it will also help me believe that it happened so I don’t try to crawl back to the point where return is an option. No return now. You’ve already passed two thirds of the way. The last one will set you and your mind free.

“The only way I can be sure is if she tells me, really.“ He sounds so nervous and shy, like he’s trying to draw as little attention as possible.

He doesn’t have to worry. I’m about to pull all the attention on me.

“Well in that case....you leave me no other choice.“ My screen displays me as the winner of this round of Party Animals - an easy one considering my friends are glitched in real life. “I like you, Sykkuno. I like you a lot. And I know you will see it from every context except the one its meant to be in so I’ll be even more head-on - I’ve liked you, as more than a friend for quite some time now, but buddy, you can be sooo oblivious sometimes. Anyway...“ Here’s that regret I was talking about, it’s already creeping in. “Don’t feel the need to say it back. I don’t wanna hear it if you don’t mean it. And Rae,“ I can’t help but laugh at the thought, “Sorry for making your chat go crazy. Peace!“

And I disconnect from the Discord call.

“See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?“ I say out loud, staring at my desktop. “The cat’s out of the bag and you can move on now.“

I push myself to get some work done in order to get my mind off the mess I’ve created. I’m afraid of thinking about it, I know I’ll get too upset to do anything with the rest of my day if I do.

Suddenly, just as I’m about to open my email, my phone chimes. My brain doesn’t bother to stop my arm from automatically reaching out and checking the notification. A message.

From Sykkuno.

~ I knew you didn’t suggest me ‘My Best Friend’s Wedding’ for no reason

Me ~ So...?

~ So, I’m not the only oblivious one here, Y/N

Me ~ Wait WHAT?

~ ‘Nick And Norah’s Infinite Playlist’?

Me ~ Oooohhhh...I see

It takes him a few seconds to reply, the bubble with the three bouncing dots popping up and disappearing a few times now. I just now feel my heart banging against the inside of my ribcage, my pulse echoing in my ears.

He did seem a little too eager for me to watch that movie...

~ So, movie date?

I laugh, wholeheartedly and honestly. Genuine joy running through my veins.

Me ~ So it is.

The grin that is now decorating my features promises to stay there for the rest of the day. I bite my bottom lip at the thought that pops into my head.

Me ~ Phew, I can stop sparing you in Among Us from now on

He sends me three cry-laughing emojis in return, but I don’t need those. I can just imagine him laughing as he usually does with one hand covering his mouth. And here I thought my grin couldn’t grow wider.

Imagining him happy makes me smile. His happiness makes me happy. He makes me happy.

Even better...

I think the feeling’s mutual.

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leerongrong · 4 years ago

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❥ 𝐍𝐂𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 – sending them the wrong text

⌜ mark ⌟

mark watches from the corner of his eye as you tap at the screen of your phone, a shy smile present on your face. he's waving his hand side to side, trying to get your attention, only to pout when he fails to. he perks up the moment his phone dings, opening it to see multiple messages from you.

[11:45] you sent a message.

i think the sun's starting to get to me

[11:45] you sent a message.

the more i look at him the more he shines

[11:46] you sent a message.

nvm that I CANT TAKE MY EYES OFF OF HIM

[11:46] you sent a message.

did you see him smile when he saw watermelon? the smile he had while eating them :((

[11:46] you sent a message.

and not to be nsfw but the more i look at him,,, the hotter he looks??? is that even possible????

[11:46] you sent a message.

he was so small so cute when we first met in 5th grade

[11:47] you sent a message.

fuck i think im in love with him i think im in love with mark

[11:48] you sent a message.

i think im in love with my bestfriend

he started off confused, eyes flitting from the first of your texts, slowly dragging themselves to the end. his small pout slowly turns into a smile, to a full blown grin when they finally reach the last of them, when they finally reach his name.

"holy." mark started off with mumbles, his head turning from you to his phone so fast he might get whiplash. "she- she's in love with me.." the farther he gets through his sentence, the louder he becomes, catching not only peoples attention, but also yours. "she's freaking in love with me!"

your furrowed eyebrows is the first thing he sees, running across the pool and straight to you, barreling into you and accidentally sending the both of you into the water. you're both spluttering when you break through the water's surface, your face an expression of disbelief while his is of pure joy.

he doesn't regret pulling you down with him, sealing your lips in an underwater kiss that tastes of watermelon and grape ice cream.

⌜ renjun ⌟

the soft glow of your phone disturbs renjun. the only source of light in the otherwise dark theater room, playing the movie you begged him to watch with you. he's rolling his eyes in annoyance, still gripping the half finished popcorn, hands coming back and forth from his mouth towards the salty snack.

soon after, the soft tapping of your fingers against the screen takes his interest off the movie. renjun's eyes sneak a peak, slightly leaning his body against his head rest so he could take a better look at what has your full interest.

[19:06] you sent a message.

leee jenooo

[19:07] you sent a message.

as cheesy as it sounds,,, the movie's right in front of me but the one view i want to see is him

[19:07] you sent a message.

i know its stupid to say but i just feel...happy whenever im around him

[19:07] you sent a message.

it doesnt matter where we are it freaking doesnt matter what we're doing and it FREAKING DOESNT MATTER WHO'S THERE WITH US

[19:08] you sent a message.

all i know is that when im with him im happy

[19:08] you sent a message.

it doesnt matter if it's all gray and blue hes the splash of color and thats all i need..

[19:09] you sent a message.

im all soft for him like this,, i just wish i could tell him 🙃

the slight ringing in his ears should worry him, along with the excessive warmth that's suddenly spreading through his body, face, and ears. the slight twitch of his fingers should too, as if his body is reacting in a way only you can make him, as if it's finally accepting the pull.

the clearing of his throat startles you, making you instinctively hide your phone in the corner of your seat. your eyes zoom in on his reddening face, leaning in closer to make sure, amidst all the darkness. "renjun? what's wrong?" pressing the palm of your hand to his burning forehead. "do you have a fever? junnie, you should've told me."

renjun's still stubbornly looking at the screen, taking a deep breath and doing a countdown before he takes your hand in his, intertwining the two as your eyebrows furrow.

he starts leaning in, coming closer and closer to your face that it makes you lean back in your seat, trying to look away from his face. "i think this isn't a good date," he whispers, "how about we go on an official one tomorrow?"

the wide cinema screen is the audience to the scene renjun puts on, leaving a peck at the edge of your lips as shy smile spreads on his.

⌜ jeno ⌟

[09:08] you sent a message.

i love it when jeno smiles

[09:08] you sent a message.

i mean :: have you seen his smile? those pretty cresent moon eye smiles that's just so freaking cute it makes me want to kiss him all over

[09:09] you sent a message.

and not be weird or anything,,, but his height is perfect. imagine running into his arms and just being all warm because we all know jeno gives the best hugs 😫

[09:09] you sent a message.

is it weird to think about hugging and snuggling with your best friend? to think about how pretty his smile is and how you want to kiss away his cute pout?

[09:10] you sent a message.

yes? no? mark, i think i'm in too deep here..

the minute jeno reads your texts, he's out the door. he doesn't care about the thunderstorm going on outside, he doesn't listen to his member's shouts about bringing an umbrella. all that's running around his mind is you. all he can think about is how he desperately wants to hug you in his arms, so tightly he knows you're going to start to whine. all he wants to do is to kiss you. after 5 years of pinning over you, he finally has the chance to.

he's met with water the moment he runs out in the rain, not caring about the thunder and wind that's pelting down his body. he's soaking wet when he reaches your front door, drenched in water as he knocks and is met with your cutely confused face.

"lee jeno!" your eyes are as wide as saucers, quickly starting to tug him inside when you see his condition. "what are you doing you idiot?! you could get sick!"

he doesn't give you much time to talk (or to start hitting him for being stupid) when he puts his hands on your cheeks and pulls you into a kiss, the atmosphere reminding him of two lovers running through the rain to see each other in movies.

the cold and fever he gets the next day is worth it, especially with your cuddles and chicken soup to get him through the day.

⌜ haechan ⌟

[07:10] you sent a message.

i may be in love with donghyuck

[07:11] you sent a message.

i think he's just the most sweetest, funniest, dorkiest guy with the most perfect smile and laugh

[07:11] you sent a message.

the one who brights up my day (ironically), my full sun

[07:12] you sent a message.

but love is such a fickle thing <3

he wouldn't notice at first, too busy goofing off with chenle and mark, until jeno points out his phone buzzing and lighting up with notifications. the biggest smile would light up his face, so bright and wide, and he just freezes in his place, not even moving or looking away from his phone that it makes the others worry.

starts jumping and squealing, shoving his phone into the other's faces to show off your text when he finally breaks out of his stupor, heart beating so fast renjun tries to make him take deep breaths before he passes out.

doesn't care when his members tell him to carry out with caution, that it could be one of your usual pranks. all he can see is you and him, going on dates and cuddling. after all, it isn't every day your bestfriend (whom you have feelings towards) since diapers confesses.

[07:44] haechan sent a message.

so you have a crush on me😏

[07:44] haechan sent a message.

i'm not surprised, i AM a natural charmer

[07:45] you sent a message.

WHAT

[07:45] you sent a message.

HOW THOU FRICK

[07:46] you sent a message.

wrong message wrong person sorry haha

[07:47] haechan sent a message.

"i am in love with donghyuck."

[07:47] haechan sent a message.

"sweetest, funniest, dorkiest guy with the most perfect smile."

[07:49] you sent a message.

i MAY be in love. MAY. not AM you narcissistic freak

[07:50] haechan sent a message.

i MAY be in love with you too

ends up taking you to the carnival for your first date, winning you stuffed animals and dragging you on rollercoaster after rollercoaster (definitely not because he likes the way you wrap around him whenever you get scared), finishes the day with a photobooth and a kiss on the ferris wheel.

⌜ jaemin ⌟

the coffee shop is relatively bustling, people going in and out the moment they receive their orders, or stay inside to enjoy their cup of coffee. you and jaemin being the latter, both your perspective orders on the brown wooden desk, along side your thick biology books.

your book has been untouched for the last hour, notes and highlighters thrown onto it as you tap at your phone, eyes flitting from the screen to jaemin's face every few moments.

[07:22] you sent a message.

we're currently studying biology

[07:23] you sent a message.

oh welp im lying,, he's learning biology and i'm relearning all my favorite things about him

[07:23] you sent a message.

that was so cheesy- ive been spending way too much time with nana 🤧

[07:23] you sent a message.

he's mumbling something about adjectives to explain biology

[07:24] you sent a message.

the one three adjectives i can explain is him

[07:24] you sent a message.

focused, motivated, oh and most definitely cute

you don't seem to notice jaemin's eyes on you, a coy smile on his lips as he checks his nonstop buzzing phone, slightly giggling at how you seem to not notice you've sent your texts to the wrong person.

"if I had to choose between DNA and RNA, i’d choose RNA because it has u in it.” his sudden voice startles you, making you yelp and raise your head to look at him in bewilderment. "we fit together like the sticky ends of recombinant DNA.”

"excuse me, na jaemin." throwing a raised eyebrow at him along with a sarcastic chuckle. "but i don't understand smart talk."

"you must be a red blood cell because you take the oxygen away from my lungs straight to my heart.” the coy smile he sends you doesn't solve anything, and it takes you moments until you finally start to catch on to his quips.

"DNA spelled backward is AND, as in… me AND you"

jaemin's blinking, breaking into a laugh that shakes the table just enough to spill some of his coffee onto his notes. an excited grin breaks out on your face, butterflies flying in your tummy as his eyes glaze over with a sudden emotion.

"my sudden protracted cardiac arrhythmia tells me i love you."

⌜ chenle ⌟

5 minutes to his last buzzer and chenle's looking for you in the bleachers. his eyes are searching through the crowds of people, trying to find you in his signature red and white jersey, only to pout and huff when all he sees is unknown people waving at him, perking up seconds later when his phone vibrates.

[15:30] you sent a message.

look at him down there!

[15:30] you sent a message.

he looks like a freaking super star

[15:30] you sent a message.

hes THE ace,,, hes MY ace ohmygod :((

[15:31] you sent a message.

i just want him to know that whatever happens hes a winner in my heart yaknow??? not as if hes gonna lose i mean my chenle is the best one out there!!!!

[15:32] you sent a message.

pray for me bcs if he does win im gonna give him a big fat smooch :)

the coach calls for him before he has time to process your message, casually dragging him to play for his last round. his eyes are flitting from the score board, with a big red 60 vs 60 displayed, to the hoards of people. his eyes land on your for a second, the moment enough for you to send him a victory smile and thumbs up.

it's only in the last seconds when he scores the winning goal for his team does he celebrate, running away from the sports ground and leaving his confused team behind as he purposely looks for you. it's when you crash into his arms does he lift you into them, pressing a disorienting kiss onto your lips, with his teams roaring cheers as the background.

"i'm your chenle, i'm your ace!" it takes a minute for you to process his words, clicking two and two together before your jaw goes slack and an embarrased groan escapes from your lips. chenle grins when you bury your face in his chest, shaking you in his arms with all his added excitement. "can i have another kiss?" he peeps down to take a look at you, sending a bashful smile.

⌜ jisung ⌟

"park jisung this isn't funny!" you're sprinting down the stairs, a fair distance away from jisung who's already reached your kitchen, running for his life with your phone in his hand. "give me my phone back! jisung, i swear to god!"

the big laugh that erupts from jisung only gets to you even more, trying to run even faster after your neighbor whom you have had a crush for since childhood. all the while jisung is having the time of his life, running to your living room and cramping his lanky body into the first place he thinks of hiding, wedged between two sofas.

jisung's putting in your password, his birthday, and he's opening the message you've just received from renjun, reading your most recent chat with the chinese boy.

[14:09] you sent a message.

i dont know jun...

[14:09] you sent a message.

what if me confessing only makes us awkward?

[14:10] you sent a message.

i dont care if he rejects me, its jisung we're talking about here! he wouldn't hurt a fly! i dont think he'd break my heart that much..

[14:10] you sent a message.

i dont want 10 years of our friendship to go down the pipe just because of some stupid crush i have towards him

[14:11] you sent a message.

what am i going to do jun?

it takes jisung a moment to read between your texts and another minute to process that the boy you have a crush on, is in fact, him. the more he thinks about it, the more jisung regrets being a slow poke because the moment he finished, you're bounding in between the sofas and taking your phone from him.

there's a moment of silence, of you staring at the phone now in your hand and of jisung staring at his feet, shuffling and pouting his lips.

"jisung, i like you."

"i would never break your heart."

it's the day you became both jisung's bestfriend and lover, with him taking you on a date to the park later in the afternoon.

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maddiewritesstucky · 4 years ago

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Playing with babies? 🥺 (I’m not even a kid person... and yet...)

...Nonnie, you have no way of knowing this, but you have hit me where it counts.

FRESH. HELL. 😩

Alright, let’s do this. Gird your ovaries and your brovaries and whatever else you need to, you just asked an ECE teacher to pop off about her softest Steve being good with babies 😭

Silver Steve is about to get paternal as fuck 💕

Bucky has spent enough time around Steve to know that Steve likes children. Not in a ‘yeah they’re okay, I can tolerate them’ kind of way - but a real, active enjoyment of them

He sees it in the way Steve’s smile goes all gooey for babies passing by them in strollers or in close proximity to them when they’re out in cafes; when Steve makes silly faces at them in line at grocery stores to hear them laugh, and when he makes conversation with the braver little ones who wander over their way and play nearby when they’re spending time in the park

Steve is good with children, and so clearly loves being around them

But that does not prepare Bucky for the devastating reality of witnessing Steve actually playing with a child, when he lets himself into Steve’s house on a regular Thursday afternoon with the spare key Steve gave him...and finds Steve mid tea-party with the neighbours 18month old daughter

“What’s going on in here?” Bucky’s entire insides turn to mush as he takes in the scene before him - Steve cross-legged on the floor, holding the world’s smallest tea cup, whilst Leah babbles away, swinging her teapot around in the vague direction of Steve’s cup

Steve looks up at the sound of his voice and there’s a big, soft smile on his face - although Bucky knows it was already firmly in place before he walked in - and then Steve turns his attention back to Leah for a moment to cue her with a happy gasp of “Oh, Bucky’s here! Yay!” before he starts talking to Bucky

“Sweetheart, did you get my text? This was really last minute, Shelby had to go pick up Alistair ‘cause his car broke down on the way home from work, and she asked if I could just watch Leah for a while, they shouldn’t be too long—”

Steve is rattling off his explanation, but all Bucky can focus on is the way Leah has plonked herself in Steve’s lap and grabbed one of his hands to investigate how much bigger it is than her own

Steve’s letting her trace the lines of his palm with her tiny fingers and his other hand is absently sweeping through her almost-curls, and it all just strikes a very new, very Significant chord within Bucky

“I don’t mind at all,” Bucky goes to join them on the floor, pecking a soft kiss to Steve’s temple and saying hi to Leah, who is far too interested in the span of Steve’s fingers to care about his presence much

Bucky already knew that Steve has a good relationship with this young family next door, knows that Steve has babysit for them on occasion when they’ve been in a bind. Bucky’s even met them a few times himself when Steve’s been talking to them over the fence, and the time Alistair came to borrow Steve’s weed eater, and once when Bucky made way too many cookies and Steve suggested they take some next door

So he’s seen Steve interact with Leah before, in fleeting situations. But this is the first time he’s really watched how Steve is with this tiny person, and it’s...magic

Steve is effortless, making conversation with Leah that has her genuinely lighting up, even though Bucky only understands maybe every fourth word she says. Steve is so animated, laughing at smiling right back at her when she cues him to, entirely and joyously being part of this minimally comprehensible exchange

Steve is endlessly patient, following Leah out to the back yard and crouching in the grass next to her; talking about the trail of ants she’s spotted, gently reminding her that her hands are too strong to touch them, so it’s kinder to just look

Steve is comforting, when Leah starts to get noticeably anxious over how long it’s taking for her parents to come back. Steve quietly offers his open arms, palms up, waiting for her to accept the invitation before he scoops her up and holds her close against his chest, rubbing her back soothingly and telling her she’s safe and it’s okay to miss Mom and Dad, because they’ll be back soon

Bucky’s heart is cracked open wider than he ever thought possible

Of course he’s pictured a future with Steve, they’re at that point now where there’s a sense of ‘we’re in this, this is going somewhere good.’ But watching Steve with Leah, watching his radiant kindness and inherent gentleness and love just pour out of him for this child who isn’t even his...Bucky suddenly knows in a very deep and real way, that he wants this future with Steve

It’s a quiet, peaceful sort of realization. He knows this is something he doesn’t have to rush, knows that Steve is every bit as invested as he is, and he’s safe to let things unfold in their right time

...But he also knows, with that same quiet sense of ‘right’ that there’s a step he’s ready for right now, and he’s pretty sure Steve is there too

He waits until that night, long after Leah has been picked up by her very grateful parents; after he and Steve have had dinner, when they’re laying together on the couch, his head on Steve’s chest while they half-watch a documentary about the Loch Ness monster

Bucky tips his head up, shuffling himself until he can properly see Steve’s face.

“Hey Steve?” he says softly. Steve hums a ‘mm?’ drawing his fingertips sleepily up and down Bucky’s spine, and Bucky waits for Steve to look at him before he speaks again.

“...Do you wanna live together?”

Steve looks at him for a moment, and then he’s reaching for the remote to switch off the TV and turning his whole, very-suddenly-awake attention on Bucky

“Are you...is this you asking, or is this hypothetical?”

Bucky knows him well enough now to know the almost-smile sparking at the corners of Steve’s lips and his eyes is him trying to rein himself in, to not get over-excited before he has all the information

It just makes Bucky’s own happiness bubble up even brighter

“I’m asking, Steve,” he smiles, shifting so he’s on top of Steve, “...do you want to live with me?”

Steve’s face breaks out into an expression of pure joy, and he cups Bucky’s face in his hands to pull him down into a kiss

“Oh my god, sweetheart...yes, I do want that, I want that so much,” he kisses his joy all over Bucky’s cheeks, his nose, his forehead, “have you thought about where? Do you want to move in here, or did you want to find a place somewhere together...?”

“I want to live here, this is...” home, is what Bucky wants to say, because it’s true - he’s got a drawer in the bathroom and a bedside table in the bedroom. Steve keeps his favourite kind of coffee in the cupboard all his favourite snacks, and Bucky’s favourite scented soap in the bathroom. There’s a set of Bucky’s clothes here and some of his books and he always forgets his laptop charger here

But more than that, this is the place where Bucky feels most at ease. He walks in the door and he feels his whole body physically relax, like it knows it’s somewhere safe

This is the couch where Steve holds him in the evenings, and over at the dining table is where they exchanged their very first (rather comical) I love you’s

The kitchen is where Steve taught Bucky how to make the perfect French toast, and the bedroom is where Bucky learns time and time again just how much his body is capable of feeling, and right here in this living room, not four hours ago, is where Bucky came to know deep down in his soul that his ‘forever’ looks just like Steve Rogers

This is home, so that’s exactly what Bucky says

Steve wraps him up tight in his arms and smiles so big into the kisses he plants on Bucky’s face, and he points out that Bucky’s already got a key... Steve has just been quietly holding out for him to want to use it every day 💕

#silver steve #stucky au #steve/bucky #someone send help #i have done this to my damn self #😭😭😭

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amindofstone · 4 years ago

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a/n: I AM IN LOVE WITH JUJUTSU KAISEN!!!! It´s so good and my bby Yuuji has my whole heart! He needs to be loved and protected at all cost. Megumi needs to be loved too and Nobara has to be praised. That girl is a BADASS!!! I love her! This trio is wholesome and their friendship!!! AHHH my heart. I love them! Hopefully they will stay together for a long, long time. (Preferably until they get old and grey.) Who´s yall favorite character and why? Any favorite moments/scenes? (I am in trouble because I wrote this during my linguistic class and only got half of the stuff taught. So please give this some love. Why do I only get good ideas during my studies?! Send help! Regret is really having the best of me right now. Like why did I let my mind convince me to write this down?! Now I have to study that sht on my own!)

Genre: anime imagine/oneshot? Jujutsu Kaisen imagine? Fluff!

Character(s): Itadori Yuuji x you (reader) x Ryomen Sukuna

Spoiler(s):NONE, (Please be aware that I just finished the first season and that I don´t read the manga. Please do not spoil anything if any comments are made. Thank you so much. I really appreciate that.

Warnings: Maybe grammar or spelling mistakes. (I genuinely apologize. English is not my mother tongue and I´m really trying to improve. So please be so kind and have mercy)

Words: 2529

Info: Keep in mind that the words in italic are your (the readers) train of thoughts.

!!! Please do not steal my idea or work. Credit me if this is shared or published in any other platform or any other way. This took me a lot of time. So please respect me as the writer and my work. Picture used is not mine. Credits to: @calclzz (Twitter)!!!

Dating Itadori Yuuji for six months now felt like six months spend in pure bliss, joy and heaven. You were the most happiest since you could remember. He took care of you and loved you. Everyday felt like the first time you went on a date. Every time you thought of him there would be a smile on your lips that would get Nobara to tease the hell out of you until you would hide your face behind your hands because of the growing pink shade of your cheeks. “Sweetie it´s fine. You´re in love with that brainless creature after all. I might not understand how such a sweet living being like you could love him but what I know is that he´s a lucky idiot.”

Yes, you were deeply in love but so was he. He fell for you in the first week he saw you. It started with a simple crush and him always trying to show his best and strongest side whenever you were around. Sometimes he managed to do so but some other times he would end up embarrassing himself. With time passing he slowly understood that you were more than just a simple crush. He was in love with you. He fell for you head over heels. He would always imagine hugging you whenever he saw you hug Panda. He tried his best to not show any traits of jealousy but always failed due to him looking at you with a sad pout. He wanted to make a move and tell you about his feelings but the curse inside of him worried him so he kept a distance. He tried. He tried so much to unlove you but he didn’t knew how, so it came that every time he made a step back regret and sadness would overcome him and he would come back and make two steps towards you. One day he found himself knocking on the door of your dorm asking if you wanted to watch a movie with him.

“For all the times that rain on my parade. And all the clubs you get in using my name. You think you broke my heart, oh girl for goodness sake. You think I´m crying on my own, well I ain´t.”, You were in your dorm cleaning and rearranging some of the furniture’s in your bedroom while singing some of your favorite songs like you always do whenever you were cleaning. You tried to look for a good place to put in your full length mirror you recently purchased while once in a while checking the cake that was put in the oven by you.

“And I didn´t wanna write a song, cause I didn´t want anyone thinking I still care I don´t but, you still hit my phone up. And baby I be movin' on. And I think you should be somethin' I don't wanna hold back, maybe you should know that. My mama…”

Although the song wasn´t really about a beautiful love story or a lovely couple you still loved the song a lot. It was a simple song accompanied by a guitar. You loved it. The first time you heard it you fell in love with it, although you weren´t that of a huge fan of the artist himself you sang the song daily and listened to it as much as you could. The song was played on your phone at least three times in a week and probably sang more than three times a day. When asked what exactly you liked about the song you would stop in your tracks and just reply with a shrug and a sweet smile.

And right now was one of those moments were you sang the song when a pouting pink haired boy started to whine. “Baaabyyyyy, why are you singing such a sad song? It´s basically about someone that got used by their partner for their name. Why would you sing that when your great boyfriend is around?”, you smiled at Yuuji who walked into your room with sad eyes. “Aren´t you happy with me?”, you shook your head and laughed at his question. “No bebe. It´s just that I really like this song. Should I sing something else?”, you asked and made sure the mirror you leaned at your wall next to your closet does not fall. “Yes please!”, when you were sure that the mirror stood properly you turned around and walked to your bed to take your phone. “What are you doing?”, Yuuji asked leaning onto your desk that was occupied by books and notebooks filled by your neat handwriting.

With a chuckle and your phone in your hand you reached for the curious looking boy in your room. Yuuji took your hand in his and let you drag him back on his feet. “Why do I need to stand when I can enjoy your singing sitting?”, the boy asked with eyes filled by endless love. You said nothing and just played the song you choose and made the boy smile.

“I found a love for me. Oh darling, just dive right in and follow my lead. Well, I found a boy, beautiful and sweet. Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting from me…”, you softly started to sing again while you placed one of your hands around his neck and the other one at his cheek to lovingly caress it. Yuuji leaned on your hand and let out a soft sigh. You were in love. No matter what anyone said about your age and you two being just kids. You didn´t care what people said because you knew what you felt. You knew what he felt and that was enough. You didn´t care when people told you that it is just a phase that is lead by curiosity and the need of attention. You didn´t care and so didn’t he. Why should you two care when your friends were watching your backs and making sure no one talked bad about you. Why should you care when even Gojo Sensei was approving of your relationship and supported you although he still annoyed the hell out of the both of you. But that´s Gojo Sensai after all. You didn´t expect anything else from that man.

“I love you so much.”, you heared Yuuji say before he hid his face on your shoulder. You placed a soft kiss on his neck while you slowly danced around your bedroom. “… Baby, I´m dancing in the dark with you between my arms. Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song. When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath. But you heard it, darling you look perfect tonight….”

The position you were right now made you remember the beginning of the time you started to date him. You remember him never wanting to hug you this long. You remember him saying that he fears he won´t be able to hold up his guard and Sukuna taking over his body and mind. He feared the thought of you seeing him and on top of that having him so close to you. He feared the thought of him hurting you. He was able to take care of the curse and make sure that he doesn´t take over his body and causes trouble. But he did not knew if he was able to do that in your arms since he turned weak whenever you were close to him. And he told you that. He told you his worries and him being scared that the curse will hurt you. But the curse never did.

You always hugged him and held Yuuji close to you. You would sit in between his legs at the river close to the academy and sleep in his arms without a bit of worry. You would drag him to bed with you and keep him over night next to you without a bit of fear towards Sukuna. Sensei Gojo might be supporting your relationship but he always made sure to tell you that you should never forget that there was a curse inside of the boy you called your boyfriend.

“…We are still kids, but we´re so in love. Fighting against all odds, I know we´ll be alright this time. Darling, just hold my hand. Be my man, I´ll ne your girl. I see my future in your eyes….”, you never cared for the curse being inside of him. It was a fact and couldn´t be changed. So you simply lived with it. But it would be a lie when you said that you didn´t saw him once in the cause of yor six months of relationship. In fact, he appeared quite some time out of nowhere when you had Yuuji in your dorm. But that only happened when the boy turned into the lovesick boyfriend he was or when he came seeing you after a mission all tired and sleepy. Every time he would pass out after a tiring mission the chances of Sukuna taking his body over was high. But you learned that when he showed up around you it never was to cause trouble or hurt you. He only did that to take a closer look at you while wondering why his stupid vessel liked you so much. He would come to understand why the stupid creature would always come for a hug or simply just holding hands. And right now, exactly that happened.

“….Baby, I´m dancing in the dark, with you between my arms. Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song.”, you still had your arms around his neck while caressing it. Slow steps were made around the room accompanied by your voice that sang along to another of your favorite songs. Another soft kiss was placed on his neck by you when you loosened one of your arms to take your boyfriends hand in yours. His hand that held you close to him were tenderly placed around your body. The hand you loosened around him took one of his in yours to intertwine them when something made you stop in your tracks for a few seconds. You felt longs nails on your boyfriend’s soft hands that made you realize that he no longer was here but rather pushed aside. “…I have faith in what I see. Now I know I have met an angel in person and he looks perfect. I don´t deserve this, you look perfect tonight.”

“Aren´t we a bit cheeky, my dear dark knight.”, a deep sigh echoed in your ears. “Why did you stop singing human?”, a chuckle left you while the song by now ended but your body were still slowly swaying from side to side. “Cause the song ended, idiot.”, an annoying growl erupted from the throat of your boyfriend. “Who are you calling idiot, human?”, Sukuna didn´t sound mad. In fact it even sounded playful. Should I let go of him? But he´s not letting go himself so hugging him should be fine, right? “Why are you calling me human? Well, I am one but still. Do you know that I have a name? A name like you have it. Something we use to call each other to avoid calling every living being human, you know my dear?”, a soft but still deep chuckle could be heard before he let go of your intertwined hands and got back to hug you. “I´m not stupid you damn creature. I´m even smarter than any of you could ever get.”, he whispered while he nuzzled onto you. “Really? Are you that? Well it seems like you weren´t that smart when you ripped Yuujis heart out of his chest or attacked Sensei Gojo. Remember?”

The words you said made him loosen his grip on you and look you in the eyes. Any normal human being with a bit sense of sanity would have screamed or looked the curse with fear in their eyes but you didn´t. With one hand still around your body that held you close to his he took your face in his other and made you look in his eyes. “I dare you to get rude. Watch out what you say, human.”, he sounded angry and talked in his deep voice that would cause anyone to tear up instantly. But you? You were smiling at him while trying to hold back the need to laugh. It´s so easy to provoke him.“I need to take the cake out of the oven.”, the curse looked at you dumbfounded. Weren´t you scared? How aren´t you scared of him? “You need to what?”, he asked confused. “Let me go for a second and you´ll see.”, the man in front of you raised a brow but let go of you nevertheless to see what you meant. After a quick thanking him, you made your way out of the bedroom into your kitchen to turn the oven off and take the cake out. “You see that´s a cake and the thing it was in is called oven. It bakes there. Now I let it cool.”, you carefully put the cake on your counter and look back at your boyfriend whos body and mind was taken over by the curse. “Now would you mind changing back with Yuuji? I´d like to watch Netflix with him.”, you asked with a tilted head.

A slight smirk grew on Sukunas lips before he came closer. “You could also do that with me. , you shook your head and went to sit on the couch in front of the TV. “I could, but that´s not fun. We wanted to start the third season of Money heist you know. And I need someone to talk to. And that I can´t do with you. You´re not understanding the whole concept of the series and the minds, emotions and the actions of the characters. Therefore it´s a no for me, thank you. Now please change back, your majesty.”

Sukuna came to sit next to you. With an annoyed eye roll he closed his eyes and left to allow the actual owner of the body to take over again. “Hey there. You´re back, baby?”, you said with a tilted head. Yuuji looked around with confusion written all over his face. “Did he come again?”, he asked you with a pout and apologetic eyes. You nodded and took his hands in yours. “It´s fine. He didn´t do anything. He never does. He just comes to annoy us.”, Yuuji nodded and pulled you into his arms and made you sit on his lap. You were straddling him while he buried his face back on your neck. He was happy. He was happy and really appreciated the fact that Sukuna kept his word and never hurt you. He might cause him a lot of other problems and annoy the hell out of him and even drop him when he needed him but at least he didn´t hurt you. He sometimes even could feel how he took care of you when he couldn´t. Yuuji couldn´t say that he was on good terms with the curse but one thing’s for sure. He was damn thankful that he understood his feelings for you and didn´t disrespect that.

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yandere-sins · 4 years ago

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What about a stern priest that falls in love with a girl who just came to visit his church because she moved into his small town? Although very religious for his whole life, he's just accepting the girl for who she is, a complete opposite (even if they have the same interest in arts, books etc) First she's friendly but then becomes distant because notices his interest in her... And he's sure that this girl is a "god's gift" to him after all these years of loyalty and they're meant to be together

Can’t deny that I am always smitten with yandere’s that need to be ‘pure’ for some reason or another. Just a big ol’ weak spot of mine :D Enjoy!

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They were meant for each other.

Anyone opposing that fact was spouting profanities in the face of their own god. After all, it was the power from above that sent her to his church, made her find her way to his threshold. She was a blessing in the form of a human, just like him, and he could not have asked for a better gift after all these years of devotion to nothing but their Lord’s instructions.

Alone the fact that she returned to him in time for confession was enough to prove it. For a while, the Priest had feared that she might lose her way, seemingly nowhere to be found around the church. But thanks to the urging of the people in the community, she had been pushed back on the righteous way meant for her. Right back to him.

From the moment she had arrived in the small fisher’s town, she had changed up the ways of the people, teaching them new technologies and antics she learned in the big city she had come from. He hadn’t been all too happy with it, seeing how the people started to strife away from traditions and values. With the wind of change that she brought, other, less welcome members of society joined the community. Gamblers, corrupt salesman, harlots. Now it was a bustling place, and so was his church and especially his confession booth, as the people flocked in with tales of deception and infidelity.

But it would have been a lie if he said she didn’t move him too.

He had never been anything but the town’s priest, the position promised to him when he was just two days old. Every waking moment of his life had he spent studying the holy scripts, practicing ancient rites, and helping people over their problems no matter the topic, even when he was still too young to even understand them. A prodigy priest, that’s what he had become with just 16, and now, with 24, he was an important member of the community, even though the people began turning away from him.

It wasn’t his fault that he grew stern and cold. If anyone else had been confronted with the sins of humanity from such an old age, breaking down over fearing to fall into the same misery as other people did, surely, they’d began to grow a thicker skin too. And now that he had her, he knew there was at least one other person who understood him.

At least her confessions never spoke of her trying to steal another wife’s man, or how she murdered her brother - which she had five of, all younger than her, and corrupter, he was sure! - or even just about her problem with the good old wine. She only ever spoke of how she worried about other people and their problems, and how much she dreaded not being able to help them more, feeling like she was desensitizing from them the more she heard.

Ah, she understood it so well.

The same scenario played that day. A farmer’s daughter had become pregnant from a merchant on travel, and she came here in the young lass’ stead to ask for forgiveness. Both of them knew there wasn’t more to do than that, the daughter probably ending up with a bastard’s child and shunned by her own family after all.

“What a pity it is,” the priest spoke, holding away the curtain from the booth to let the woman of his peculiar dreams out. The touch they shared as he held out his hand for her to reach for as she stumbled out of the dark, wooden box, was way too short for his taste.

“Is it, though? Isn’t it wonderful how she’ll experience motherhood?” was her quick and witty response, never having been a girl too shy to say what was on her mind. “Perhaps,” he pressed forth through gritted teeth, having nothing more to say. It should have been his duty to console even people with greater mistakes than an unplanned pregnancy, and he should have been the one to tell this woman of how everyone was supposed to keep themselves pure until marriage. But he wasn’t one to talk back to her, much rather wanting to hear more from her instead of his own voice.

“You have stopped coming to the church lately, has something happened?” he asked. Directly, blunt. Just like he was.

“Oh, Father, I...” Unusual for her, she grew timid, wringing her hands in front of her as she looked down. She always looked as if her mind was far away on a new adventure, but today, she seemed especially reluctant to share what was going on inside her. Their shared walk to the front of the church came to a halt, her back turned away from the door so she could face him, despite not being able to look at him.

He only allowed himself to gaze at her longingly for the moment she wasn’t aware of her eyes on him. She was as pretty as a jewel, as colorful and fun as the trees in fall. People gathered around her, her laugh as sweet as the singing of the birds, with eyes shining like sun rays on top of the ocean. There was nothing more he wished for as to reach out and hold her in his arms, take in her shining aura on top of his dimmed, almost vanished one.

If anything, he was the Hades to her Persephone, characters he only heard about in theatre, though they made so much more sense now. And he wanted her. Wanted her to stay here by his side, in these old, traditional stone walls. It would have been enough if she became what he always thought her to be, a friend to the people, a sister of the order he was under. To serve them and live modestly by his side until death does them part.

“I fear...” she muttered, bringing her hands to her chest. “The reason I cannot come anymore is because...”

She seemed abashed, hurting beneath her sunny exterior. A gasp escaped his mouth as the realization hit him, that in her good will and helpfulness, no one ever seemed to take care of her in return. She was always alone with her own worries and fears. The only time she allowed herself to bring them up was with him, behind the grid of the confession booth. Yes, he understood her. And he understood her reasons. They were the same as his, after all.

No one knew her better than he did.

“No more words,” he ordered strictly as he pulled her to his chest, enveloped her body in his ropes. On his face, a never known warmth spread, his heart filling with joy and adoration, as well as thankfulness for the divine dispensation. “I understand even without you saying it. And I must confess... I feel the same way. I, too, am scared of those feelings I harbor for you, and I fear how the people will react if they find out. But it’s alright, as long as we are together, just like we are meant to from above--”

“But, Sir!” she stirred, pushing away from him and tearing apart the blissful moment of intimacy they shared, leaving a bitter taste on his feelings.

“I do not fear my own feelings! But I fear yours! It’s you I fear the most, Father!”

She was quick to take a few, precautious steps away from her. Her eyebrows were furrowed in concern, hands held up defensively. Just like a deer in the eyes of a predator. But that’s not what he was, right? Yes, he was stern and strict, and sometimes too possessed by old values, but he wasn’t an animal, right? He wouldn’t even kill a fly, much less hurt a person.

Before he could say anything, she turned, her clothes captured by the wind of her motions as if they were taunting him. Taunting him to reach out, to grab her and tear on her, and not let her go. Her arms swang back and forth as she made her way out of the church hurriedly, and she almost succeeded, one hand on the large, cold door handle.

The priest’s grip made her squeak from surprise, his fingers adding a crushing weight on her wrist. She twirled around because she was forced to, not because she wanted, her free hand wrapping around his pleadingly. Just for a moment, their eyes met, and he caught his own reflection in those scared, miserable gems of hers. His expression, the bared teeth, the angry shine in his eyes, the many, many wrinkles in his face of anger, concern, and desperation.

That was the only time that he realized that what she saw wasn’t the town’s priest. To her, he didn’t seem like the person everyone else liked and encouraged her to meet. Even when he thought they were so similar, from their taste in books to their dreams for the village, she had been the only one with keen eyes, purity seeing through all evil that was harbored inside of him.

And it was just her who could see the absolute demon he was.

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popculturebuffet · 3 years ago

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Arthur: Mr. Ratburn and the Special Someone Review: Arthur and Co Try to Ruin A Teacher’s Life (Comisison by Emma Fici)

Hello all you happy people! I”m Jake, I review comics and cartoons, and we are gathered here today for the first of three weddings this month for Valentine’s Day. Two are poll winners and this one was a comission by my good friend Emma. Why.. she just wanted this valentine’s day to have some gay in it and I agree. Everything can use gay in it. That’s a fact.. sadly not a Disney fact because Disney is still struggling to accept gay characters over profit but a fact nonetheless.

As such i’m doing my second ever review of a preschool show. I thought it was the first but I forgot I reviewed two episodes of mickey and the roadster racers for my three cabs retrospective. So it’s the first preschool show i’ve reviewed that dosen’t make he feel like this

Arthur is a long running kids show that’s only ending NOW after 23 seasons, going since 1996. You watched it as a kid, I watched it as a kid, it crosses generations and gets into the blood, going from a succesful book series to almost 30 years of cartooning, even getting a spinoff at one point. I may not watch the show anymore and only watched this for the review.. but I still respect it for being a decent children’s show that teaches kids good morals without talking down to them despite being for a younger audience. So I was happy to review this one both because I geninely respect the show for staying quality with only a few slipups over 20 some years, and because I love queer represntation in children’s media. For too long it was felt “oh well being gay is an adult topic for adults” but it isn’t and while Arthur took i’ts sweet time getting there, being this long a runner and making the queer character a long standing member of the main cast no less.. that takes some guts. People are scarily protective of fictional characters on a normal day, add in querrness and you’ve summoned a horde of orcs to your doorstep screaming “Kill wokeness!”. So it was a balsy move and I appricate them for making it.

So to start us off we have the opening which is just.... pure joy. It makes me happy, it’s beauitfully animated, has only been slightly changed in the shows LONNNNG run and the song itself is just so damn sweet and catchy you can’t help but love it or sing along. It’s currently living in my head rent free since watching this review and despite not having heard it in years, the second it hit again I remembered every lyric. A true national treasure that needs to be bronzed.. once we can bronze sound. Can you bronze sound? How have we not bronzed sound?

Anyways Mr. Ratburn comes in and grills the class on their assignment to read up on lycans and liverwurst. Damn I wish I had a teacher who cared about teaching me about allterations and obscure werewolf weaknesses in third grade instead of not teaching me cursive right because she thinks me being learning disabled was an “attitude problem”. Suddenly i’m depressed for some reason.

Anyways before he can “gotcha” them with a pop quiz, he gets an important call on his cell phone about flowers baffling everybody. Like a true gentleman he apologizes while Buster wonders if flowers are on the test.

As for why it was important Mr. Ratburn is getting married! Horay! So after school the kids head down to the old school diner that lets third graders all eat there alone for narritive convience and talk over their shock. Fracinine processes it as teachers having normal lives. Buster dosen’t think so as he thinks all teachers do is eat kale and think up new homework. Which let’s be fair here IT is mr. ratburn. He probably does do that. Dosen’t mean he can’t date guys while doing that buster or find a guy who supports him doing that.

Anyways Mr. Ratburn comes in with his sister, whose played by Jane Lynch

As you can probably guess I love her. As much of a talented actress as she is a gay icon and from what I can tell an extremley nice woman. She carried Glee a lot of the time as it slowly got more and more up it’s own ass, and in general is just a delight. And it’s really no suprise Arthur would want a promitnent gay actress to be in this episode.

Patty, said Jane Lynch character, turns out to be a bit demanding about the wedding she’s helping plan. I”m not hiding it because A) the person who requested this and likely every person reading this knows Mr. Ratburn’s marrying a dude so this is a fake out and B) Even if I didn’t know he was marrying a man, Patty is a very obvious red herring, as it’s clear to any adult ears their planning a wedding. But given the target audience for Arthur is children young an old most kids wouldn’t think that unless they happen to have a relative who is one or have been around a wedding planning recently. So it’s a well played misdirect. I can only sense it because i’m old and i’ve seen this kind of WACKY MISUNDERSTANDING PLOT before.

What I haven’t seen before is what comes next. Brace yoruself. okay so first off the kids worry about him marrying someone like this, as they worry she’ll make Mr. Ratburn even more strict. Arthur, being the only one in his friend group with an active braincell since Brain and Pinky are absent this week, probably snuck off to hold hands those scamps, points out they don’t KNOW this woman and seeing some bossy actions one time dosen’t mean she’s that bad. Francine gets him to stop thinking so hard by pointing out just how bad a stricter Mr. Ratburn could be. So we get an imagination sequence where Arthur accidently missed a Comma.. and that causes Mr. Ratburn.. to turn into this

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Trust me.. i’m going to need this. I just didn’t think i’d need it for Hulk Ratburn but here we are and god bless the writers for this. Thank you. You had 20 some years to do this but i’m glad you choose the gay marriage episode everyone would be watching for it so I could see it. Thank you.

Anyways here’s where the episode gets kinda nuts... yes just after Mr. Ratburn became the Immortal Ratburn, it gets crazy. So the kids decide to derail the wedding. And not for the obvious reasons of “He’ll be unhappy”.. but because they fear he’ll give them more homework. Which is a very kid thing to do, and I can get behind that.. i’ts still kinda nuts there’s an episode where just to avoid getting more homework arthur and friends.. how do I put this best...

Oh yes that’ll do. Seriously that’s most of the episode. Wacky schemes to try and ruin their teachers life.. because they think it’ll make their lives better. It only works because being third graders and not having TJ or Stan to Cordinate their plans aren’t the best. Their first is to make Mr. Ratburn look like a hippie, a look Buster not only digs but wears later to the wedding. God bless this show. And then having him read an embarassing book and add audio to it. Pam gets this is a meme of some sort and laughs. Plan B is to set him up with someone else, and gets choclates from a bakery who seem oddly helpful. But it’s a set up with the librarian.. that dosen’t work because Mr. Ratburn ducks out of the attempted setup, likely because his fiance works at the bakery and tipped him off, hence how he knows any of this, if not Pam certainly did as she knows at the wedding, and cleverly the librarian spots the spelling errors and buster also mispelled ratburns name

So they get nowhere and decide to go with the classic I Object.. not knowing that’s been removed from most cermony’s to avoid obnoxious exes or general douchebaggery because most obnoxious exes and douchebags know of the tradition. So our heroes rehearse using it since they get invited because Mr. Ratburn is a damn good man. Like this episode goes out of the way to showcase it: He gives a pop quiz but rather than just to be cruel it’s because the kids clearly didn’t do the reading and lied about it, so he’s simply trying to teach a lesson, he falls into the first breakup attempt because Arthur claims he needs to read the book for his baby sister and dosen’t bust his kids or anything after learning their scam, likely getting the misunderstanding. He dosen’t explain that to them.. but given their trying to ruin his wedding via a complex scheme he really dosen’t owe them that and plus honestly.. he seems like kind of a troll anyway. Not enough to effect their grades or anything but enough to keep them form pulling this shit when they actually are old enough to possibly effect a wedding.

Pam also gets in on it guilttripping Francine by saying thier all his children, something she did to all of them getting them to realize “holy shit we’re trying to ruin a man’s life” and they stop.. and Pam loudly admits she’s ratburns teacher just for the kids benefit. So he and his husband to be george walk down, george winks and they knew the whole time. Again the man took time out of his day to fuck with some of his students head and did so effortlessly WHILE getting ready to be married, and did it all for good reason.. and his sister helped. It’s amazing it took several decades for him to find a partner, Mr. Ratburn is a bonfied stud.

Anyways there’s a joke about teacher dancing, the kids accept the marriage and one last things noteable: One is that.. the gender of the groom never comes up. THey just casually accept a gay wedding and their teacher being gay and I think that’s neat. I like when shows don’t call attention to characters being gay. They just.. are. Loud House and Craig of the Creek have also done that to great effect and the times they have dealt into diffuclty being queer, it’s been warranted; Fear or rejection or struggles coming to terms with your sexuality. It’s not done through some aseop about bigotry, though those are also necessary they don’t need to be the only stories. Sometimes the best way to have represntation.. is to just show queerness as the normal thing it is.

Final Thoughts: This is a decent episode. While again the kids TRYING TO RUIN MR RATBURNS ENGAGMENT stuck out a bit over time I realized it’s just a bit weird and in a fun enough and harmless enough way. THey don’t know i’ts a man, their just kids trying to do something stupid that has no chance of working, like when I greased myself up with pam to try and fit under a bed. It’s just goofy harmless fun with the lesson to both not try and intefere where you don’t know the situation and that it’s perfectly normal to be gay. It’s a solid episode and a solid welcome back.

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