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Hey! Bamboo toilet paper person here. Your response was very thoughtful-- I want to apologize for placing the onus of climate issues on individual action, haha. I work at a zoo that bills itself as being very heavy on conservation messaging, but as a non-partisan organization we're obviously not allowed to talk about the evils of capitalism. This means that in our programming, we MUST place the responsibility of stopping climate change on individual guests, encouraging them to make more environmentally conscientious decisions like buying reef safe sunscreen or reducing carbon emissions by driving less. The most "political" we're allowed to get is telling people to stay educated and vote in favor of laws that will have a positive impact on the environment. I think I've been drinking the Zoolaid a little TOO much recently, because you're totally right-- the vast, VAST majority of damage to the environment is caused by major corporations, not random people working around their own unique needs. It was also low key a little ableist of me to take issue with that ngl.
Obviously no obligation to respond to this publicly (though it's fine if you choose to do so), but I did want to thank you for your response and mention that it did get through the nonprofit mission-based-organization propaganda living rent free in my head haha. Cheers!
Hey, you work at a zoo? That is SO cool, aadsdggjjg@!!!
And hey, no worries, you totally had a good point about endless waste and trying to counter it where possible- Just from personal experience involved in the barest edge of the fashion industry, I really, really, REALLY hate the idea that, like... people can't access simple shit like plastic straws, even if they're the best, most practical, least-harmful option for them.... because a 12 year old made up some random number for a school project about plastic waste
Where, as a zoo person, I imagine you're already aware that the average sea turtle is WILDLY more likely to die from abandoned plastic fishing nets or ocean-dump grocery bags than accidentally get a straw inside it
So here we are, using paper straws!- which may be an improvement, or may not, I don't have that data, and construction emissions are their own thing- BUT WE STILL HAVE OCEANS FULL OF ABANDONED NETS
WHICH ARE OBJECTIVELY WORSE, but MUCH harder to get rid of, and as the average person doesn't USE fishing nets, it'd much harder to market as a "You, not me" sort of issue.
Cleaning up fishing nets isn't trendy. It isn't sexy. You can't troubleshoot a cute little trendy solution for it that you can market to upwardly-mobile tweens.
But a reusable water bottle? A cute canvas tote? A metal straw? That's a solution you can buy and feel good about.
Never mind that you need to use a single cotton reusable bag somewhere like a million times before the cost of its construction counterbalances the cost of a single grocery bag every time you shop- which, hey, some of us were reusing as trash liners for their wastebaskets, or bundle bags for donating clothes, or lining for our leaky winter boots!
If a better option is available, I'll take it. But as ZERO HARM is next to impossible at this time, I personally am gonna aim for MINIMAL HARM as long as I can.
...sorry, I didn't mean to ramble off again.
But hey, if your nonprofit is doing good things, feel free to shoot me a link! I can post it on my blog :D
(Link to original post for context lol)
#If a company can't sell you a solution then they won't touch the problem#Find a cute and affordable object you can sell to virtue-signalling consumers and MAYBE they'll talk#But just DOING something? The marketing optics better sell enough to justify the expense of THAT
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đâđ¨Ciphertology & The Dixonsđâđ¨
SoooooâŚEmma Mayâs family was involved in a cult, right? Let me elaborate. As a fellow creative I have been known on many occasions to forget details big and small about my own world, but names? No, names are never something I tend to duplicate unless for a very specific thematic or world building reason. So color me stoked when I was curiously learning about Billâs cult arc in the 1950âs and found one of his first followers was a young girl with the surname, you guessed it, Dixon!!
Considering Alex Hirsch is very purposeful with things and little hints, while also leaving the audience to figure things out for themselves while he sits back and laughs, I canât help but feel the surname Dixon is a bit TOO coincidental in this instance. From what we see, Ciphertology and the followers were a mash of a bunch of real life cult references while doing the usual Hirsch thing of filtering Bill into a concept perfectly well.
All in all itâs a very interesting thing, but what I found more interesting were the people involved. Sure you have the puppet leader, Silas Birchtree and a bunch of other out there names, but amongst sits a simple âMadeline DixonââŚ.. Alex Hirsch Iâm going to screAM :D
From what we learn, after the cult is forcibly disbanded by the US government and every trace of the town is wiped off of maps and history books, the people are spread throughout the country and given opportunities to start life over again. Not everyone followed that however and some continued to follow the Bill Cipher cult. And honestly I canât help finding myself bouncing back to the very concept that is-
What if Emma May Dixon grew up in a recovering cult family? What if her family still believed in the cults teachings like some and practiced it in secret at home? And if that is true how am I meant to feel towards the idea that her future husband, Fiddleford McGucket, would become a cult leader himself all because of the very thing that was the foundation of her own cultish upbringing?
Honestly if thatâs what Alex was shooting for, Iâm calling him a genius cause thatâs such a fascinating idea to work with. The concept that Bill has personally affected and rooted himself so deeply into the show and itâs characters that even those we donât get to see still have dealt with him to some degree.
It just all feels too perfect too. The surname Dixon implies enough, thanks to Alexâs upfront and to the point naming, that Emma May too is a southerner like her husband. Or at the very least sheâs in that farmy side of the country. And where did Ciphertology come from? Orchard Lake, Kansas. Madeline Dixon very well could be Emma Mayâs aunt or older sister considering the cult began in 1952. And assuming Emâs the same age as Fiddleford and the Stan twins then we can assume vaaaaageuly that sheâd be born in 1955. Meaning sheâd be either growing up in that recovering environment or indoctrinated into it.
We can assume well enough then that she didnât follow the cults teachings considering she seems well adjusted with her family, living in Palo Alto, but it also kinda reaffirms why sheâd be so quick to throw divorce on the table once she sees Fiddlefordâs memory wiped condition. That on top of we can only assume his behavior was alarming and erratic and a far cry from the personality of her husband that she was used to (especially when you consider bRO made a homicidal pterodactyl robot because he was so distraught and upset towards the idea of being divorced..like yeah man..that might solidify her decision my guy..)
But if she ever saw the symbol of Billâs eye or anything in relation to him anywhere in Gravity Falls?? Especially the Society of the Blind eye symbol spray painted all over? After either learning to fear Bill or worship him in her upbringing depending on what their family did after the cult was disbanded? I wouldnât blame her for high tailing it out of there and worrying for her and her sons life- (Fiddleford..Emma May..I am your biggest fans, but yâall have me bonkers sometimes) But also consider how most ex cult members naturally want to give the very opposite traumatic life that they lived to their child? If Emma May were to see semblances of what she relates to Ciphertology in Gravity Falls, I donât have a hard time believing she was getting tF out of there for the sake of Tateâs well being & future
In short- hi, I now believe Emma Mayâs family was in a cult and the very idea of that will ruminate with me for awhile :D But also double hi?? Madeline DIxon looks vaguely similar to how I envisioned and draw my Emma May design? Coincidence, I think nOT :P
#gravity falls#the book of bill#book of bill#gravity falls fandom#emma may dixon#fiddleford mcgucket#ford pines#standford pines#mystery trio#gravity falls theory#gravity falls thoughts#ciphertology#bill cipher
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Well if given how the anime will adapt the Manga, it makes me wonder about the savanaclaw adaptation given how many delays due to the artist's personal life that octavinelle Manga came around and is now have overblot Chapter before Savanaclaw does. I wonder if the author will have time to finish it and given how heartslabyul will release in October 2025, it might take awhile to animate savanaclaw.
[Referencing this news!]
Decided to put these together because the topics were similar enough and I have similar advice for both asks. To briefly clarify the second ask, I believe the Anon made a typo and meant to say "Yana Toboso was NOT involved in the anime's production". This is because Yana made a tweet recently stating that she and her team were surprised and honored that they were making an anime adaptation based on the manga.
Now, about the first ask: we are not aware of what the manga and anime creation process looks like for Twst. Yes, the Savanaclaw manga has had a number of delays, but we cannot be sure if this impacts the anime at all. For example, we don't know how much of the Episode of Savanaclaw anime is even done yet. We don't know if the anime team is going to be in talks with the mangaka to coordinate things. We don't know when the Episode of Savanaclaw will air (and for all we know, it could give the mangaka ample time to finish up). There are many things we do not know, so it would be VERY hasty to conclude anything now.
Regarding the second ask: Yes, it does seem like Yana had no involvement in the anime. This, however, should NOT be taken as an immediate sign that the anime will be poor quality or that the anime will deviate from the main story in large (and bad) ways. Nothing of the news we've heard so far would indicate any sweeping changes. This is equating a past occurrence with something that has yet to even happen without even knowing if the production circumstances are even the same between them. The only thing we know that is linking the animes of early Black Butler and Twst is Yana's lack of involvement. This doesn't account for ANY other factors in production, and it's also assuming that Yana's mere presence makes a product good--and, conversely, her absence automatically makes a product bad. I don't think this is the way to go, as it's jumping to conclusions based on minimal evidence and it's putting way too much weight on Yana's shoulders to carry the quality of the Twst anime.
And that brings me to the thread linking together not just these two asks, but a lot of the anime-related posts and asks that I've been seeing as of late: fearmongering and doomposting. Lots of it.
As Iâve said multiple times now, it's fine to be hesitant about the anime. I'm hesitant of it myself! However, letâs not draw preemptive conclusions or fret over what are ultimately hypotheticals. Itâs so far off, and we have zero of the actual final product to look at and judge the quality of. I'm seeing so many people make mountains out of molehills, working themselves up over nothing, assuming the worst-case scenarios... đŚ and again, all of this based on little to no information. I can't help but that time and energy could be better spent on other fandom efforts or things we actively enjoy. It's valid to be anxious about the anime and how it presents something we care so much about, but putting those feelings in a public space paints the fandom in a bad light. It gives the impression that we'll jump the gun and claim something is bad before letting the product speak for itself. If you're a current Twst fan that is excited for the anime, it may not feel so good seeing others theorizing about how bad it will be. If you're a potential new Twst fan seeing this stuff, you'd feel very unwelcome or unwanted. I worry this will fester and create divides in the community... unintentionally creating an environment that isn't fun to be in, and that's the antithesis of what I think fandom should be. I guess I'll end on this note: There is a difference between being healthily skeptical and assuming the worst of a production. Please take a moment to reexamine your concerns about the anime and ask yourself "Is this a reasonable fear?", "What am I basing this off of?", and, "How, if at all, will this affect my own enjoyment of Twst?" If it gets to be too much for you, then please, please step away from social media (where a lot of these fears are being touted) and take a break. Do something you like, take a walk, whatever. I just beg of you, don't allow yourself to be consumed by feelings that will bleed the fun of fandom out of you đŚ
#disney twisted wonderland#disney twst#twisted wonderland#twst#twst anime#twisted wonderland anime#notes from the writing raven#Black Butler#Kuroshitsuji#advice#episode of savanclaw#episode of savanaclaw manga
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Talking here instead of in the tags on this post because. My head is steaming.
This version of Viktor is 1) human and 2) older. In my dream reality, this implies that the de-arcanified version of Viktor we see at the end of ep 9 survives, regains physical form but is forever changed by the arcane = a mage, who eventually travels through time/realities to give Jayce the guidance he needs as a child and in the post-apocalypse wasteland, effectively securing the timeline in which he (and the rest of the world or w/e) survives, making it a closed loop. I like to think Jayce is with him for most of it, both of them figuring out their new magical interdimensional existence together.
Ofc, the take I've been seeing most of so far is that Jayce and Viktor were both destroyed in that final moment. I mean yeah, being at the center of hexcrystal/gem/shard activity like that tends to do that to people, as we've been repeatedly shown, but they were also in the weird metaphysical arcane-space when it happened so I'm honestly not sure the same principles apply. If that is the end for them, I guess mage-Viktor was just a product of some other reality where that was the trajectory for him, who due to his magic was able to see all the infinite Bad timelines and took it upon himself to interfere with this one to prevent them, likely nullifying his own and himself in the process. This is cool too, but makes mage-Viktor feel a bit like a random Deus ex machina since we have very little sense of where he came from or how he became what he is.
I may be delusional, but I feel like there's hope in Jayce's face when he sees mage-Viktor. Seeing him human again, seeing him older (something I am personally in tears over - Viktor getting to grow old ;;;;) seems to give him hope that there's a way back, AND a way forward for them!!! Idk. I'm crazy.
[Screencap credit to @lesbian-sansa]
Edit to add: I guess my mind skipped over the option that mage-Viktor is the post-apocalyptic reality's Viktor, who presumably went full glorious evolution, saw that it sucked, and somehow turned himself back to a human form. I guess that lessens the Deus ex machina issue and is also very cool bc we love a villain who spends a thousand years bored and lonely in the desolate wasteland of their own creation until deciding the only way to fix this involves timefuckery and empowering the heroes to take you down before it can happen. There's something so "go sit in the corner until you've calmed down" about it. Also implies that Viktor had the ability to come back to himself even without Jayce, but not before it's too late. Always preventing each other from stepping off the ledge at the last moment, these guys.
Idk which theory I prefer, I think I'll have thoughts about this show until I die
#arcane spoilers#arcane season 2#jayvik#arcane#arcane theory#this is how jayvik nation can still win-#i mean we very much won. that is very much a thing that happened. this is a W regardless#but a goblin can dream#mywords#arcaneposting
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I would love to see the chain react to reader from the atla universe or just one that uses bending in the same way? Just using bending unconsciously and freaking them all out because of it.
I love Atla, I loved writing this! I didn't know what kind of bending you were expecting, so I did waterbending, I hope you like it.
A notice about orders; I'm doing them in order, so if yours takes a little longer, it's probably because I'm working on others, but they'll all be done! And I'm very happy with them too, don't worry about it, you can send them, I'm loving your ideas.
It was a hot sunny day, so much so that Chain mutually agreed to take a break to go into the nearby river. It was a calm river with a small waterfall that made a pleasant noise in the environment. Wild and Wind were the first to jump in, excited as children, well, at least one of them was one. I couldnât have been happier. You could say that the water is my territory, so on a day like this, being in cold water was paradise for me.Â
Little by little, the others started to enter the river too. It was easy for them, they could just take off their tunics and equipment and get in, while I had to temporarily separate from the group to change and put on a bathing suit, but that was okay, it didnât take long. Soon I was also entering the river to enjoy the sunny day.Â
The cold water touched my body bringing a welcome feeling of relief, cooling my hot and sweaty skin, but this moment of peace was short-lived after I felt a wave of water hit me directly in the face, followed by the sound of childish laughter. That brat. I imitated his attitude, pushing water with my hands towards him, hitting him with everything and stopping his laughter. The sailor still had the audacity to better himself with indignation, as if he hadnât been the first to start. I could hear the others laughing in the background too, but they didnât have the courage to get involved in this. Now it was war.Â
Soon the area of the river where we were became a mess of water being splashed in all directions incessantly. Until I could feel a particularly strong attack coming from Wind, and instinctively wanted to retaliate even more. The movements so natural to me happened without me even being able to think about it, soon a small wave, but bigger than any I could generate with my bare hands, appeared next to me and went towards the Sailor, strong enough to make him stay underwater for a few seconds, raising his head in surprise and confusion right after.Â
â Aha, I won! â I exclaimed excitedly, but my excitement died when I saw the lack of reaction not only from the sailor, but from all the boys. â What happened? Was I too harsh?Â
â How did you do that?! â Wind was the first to speak, coming towards me excitedly. Only then did I understand my mistake.Â
â Yeah, was that some kind of magic? â Wars asked, intrigued.Â
â Iâve never heard of magic like that. â Hyrule replied, looking curious and suspicious at the same time.Â
â Well, thatâs because itâs not magic. â I replied, creating even more doubts in everyone, who remained silent waiting for me to continue. â You know, you may not know much about the place I come from, but thereâs no magic there. On the other hand, there are people there who can have some control over one of the elements of nature, using specific movements. Weâre called benders.Â
Even when I tried to explain, they seemed terribly confused and incredulous. Of course, they already knew I came from a different kind of world, and had somehow ended up here through a strange portal, but Iâve avoided talking about my home to them, precisely because I thought it might be too much for them to take in. Just as it has been for me.Â
â So, you can simply control the elements of nature? â The Champion questioned, not very confident about it.Â
â Not all of them, and we call it bending. There are four main types of bending, water, fire, earth and air. People who have this ability can only bend one of the four, with the exception of the Avatar. â I canât tell if throwing all this information out was useful or just made the situation worse.Â
â Thatâs cool! â Wind exclaimed. â Show me more, thatâs really cool!Â
â Well, thatâs definitely interesting, could you demonstrate more of that? â Time asked, and I could tell he wanted to analyze it better.Â
â Yeah, what do you normally use it for? â Twilight was the next to ask.Â
â Well, waterbending can be used as a medicinal method, and each bending can be used for various everyday things, and for fighting.Â
â You mean you could have used it to fight this whole time and you just chose not to?! â Legend seemed indignant at that.Â
â Well... I already imagined it would be difficult to explain about this. â I replied, while using my bending again as they had asked me to, making a large ball of water float over the river.Â
â Cool. â Wild said. â Now that we know and you can use it, Iâm sure it can be very useful.Â
â Yeah, you said it has medicinal properties? That would be really good. â The Traveler questioned, receiving a positive answer from me.Â
â Guys, youâre forgetting the main thing! â Wind said, getting everyoneâs attention. â Have you thought about the games we can play with this?Â
Everyone snorted at the boyâs childish answer, when we expected something a little more important than that. I was afraid to talk about it with them, but they ended up being much more understanding than I imagined. Thatâs good.Â
â But I must admit that Iâm very curious about this too. Can you show me other things you can do? You said there are four main bends, does that mean there are other smaller bends? â Sky asked excitedly, and everyone seemed as curious as he was about the subject.Â
â Hey, this would be really useful for forging swords, can you help me next time I work on the Championâs sword? â The blacksmith was the next to ask, which created a gap for a flood of different questions.Â
â Can you close wounds?Â
â What exactly would an âavatarâ be?Â
â How does earthbending work?Â
â Can I be considered an airbender?Â
â How do movements influence this?Â
Soon, I was surrounded by curious blondes and being drowned in their curious questions. I think weâre going to spend a good amount of time on this subject.Â
#link x reader#linked universe x reader#linked universe#lu x reader#tloz#legend of zelda#linked universe fanfic#x reader#atla
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Witchy Lucy on/near Halloween is becoming something of a tradition, I fear.
This time she's a kind of a witch/Sally from Nightmare Before Christmas hybrid, though. The whole Presumed Unrequited But In Actuality Very Much Requited Love element of ML has always reminded me v much of Sally and Jack (Skellington's) dynamic.
After finishing both this and an alternative doodle, however, I realised that ML Luce would probably enjoy dressing as something science or medicine-related for Halloween.
I feel it incumbent on me to inform you, therefore, that, as well as going as Sally this year, for Halloweekend 2 she went as a misfolded protein. Because there's nothing more blood-curdling than prion disease. And the year before she was Plague Doctor Barbie (Barbie Summer and all). And the year before that she was False Vacuum Decay. Or maybe an Anthrax Spore. Or antibiotic resistance. Or the Hindenburg Uncertainty Principle. Or noble gas (you only need a crown and a whoopee cushion for that one).
I can also see her going as cluster of protons and neutrons and having Jack flounce around her all night as an electron. Mans will indeed do whatever the hell she wants; in fact he's content to help her bring any of the above concepts to life, no matter how convoluted or nerdy. â¤ď¸
Trying to draw said concepts however presented something of a challenge, so for now -- witch Lusally. And also the 'my cute/hot/etc. witch/goth gf/wife' meme bc I've been itching to do it for months now! âşď¸
#she really puts her back into these costumes too#a la Heidi Klum#Mel doesn't really dress up bc that would require effort. she's happy to sit back and watch her bestie be as unhinged as poss#it's easy to see Luce as the more normal of the two -- mainly bc of how little of ML I've been able to post thus far (my bad!)#but in fact they match each other's freak nicely#she (Lucy) is just better at masking the weird bc of how high-powered and responsible her job is#so halloween is a lot of fun for her!#miller's law#Lucy miller#halloween#witchblr#witchy#digital art#artists of tumblr#nightmare before Christmas#I also have a one-shot that I'm HOPING will be up v soon. technically speaking it's a valentine's O/S but it involves a broomstick ride#so I figured I may as well post now#as I have other stuff I wanna post next Valentine's Day#and ofc ML itself is still v much in the works#ITâS COMING I PROMISE IT REALLY IS
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this is SUCH an insane thing to say in a random blog post/obituary especially as the author is ostensibly not a lesbian. like truly hello??? that said. well⌠points weâre made!! there WAS something vaguely dykey about her.
#âif the right role had come alongâ it DID if you open your eyes to the TRUTH.#I am of course referring to the second mrs de winter but Iâm also referring to christabel caine of born to be bad as well as#(and say it with me here) peggy day of the women.#also lisa letter from an unknown woman is a beautiful portrait of insane comp het and eve the bigamist is of course bi. to me.#she did have something dykey about her! she did thrive in roles that I think are involved in toxic yuri situations!#old hollywood#joan fontaine#<- if someone is in the joantaine tag and just stumbles upon my insane ramblings. rip. I crave internal organization sorry#anyways this has been in my drafts forever Iâm just finally bored enough at work to post it. if youâre thinking âhey wtf is this how did#you come across thisâ see thatâs easy I googled âjoan fontaine gayâ just in case :) and now I am always thinking about this#truly Iâm like 97% this was written by a straight man so Iâm just like. well. look I know thereâs something vaguely dykey about her but how#do YOU know that. how are you seeing that. what. itâs like (and this is topical) the production code being like hm rebecca too gay where#itâs like YEAH of course itâs gay but you werenât supposed to know that!! also ftr Iâm not actually saying anything about joantaineâs#actual sexuality here lmao. I just am like yeah you know there really was something vaguely dykey about her. why on earth did you say it#like this in your blog post from 2013 about her death. why did you say âmuch less enjoyed heterosexual thrustingâ what????#my post#there is nothing about this paragraph that isnât a at least little bit crazy lmao. itâs beautiful. why did he say this??#also âmay I say something Iâve never said beforeâ yeah sure buddy speak your truth
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Tell me about your OCs! (if you have any)
Good grief I have many an oc⌠Iâve spoken vaguely about my mains online BUT I keep it vague for privacy stuff lol. The main set are from a story me and a close friend began IRL years ago that was all but abandoned after the pandemic. They arenât really into it anymore so essentially Iâve been given free reign over them. However⌠I have no set plan on what weâre gonna do. We both love art so weâve considered making it into like a webcomic or a book but neither of us know. Itâs just this series stuck in my head. I keep things vague with them love in case we ever do get around to making this a real published thing (also because I am⌠60% sure said friend has a tumblr and Do Not Want Them To Find Me.)
#i have so many little people and characters in my head from things ive made over the years i love writing#thereâs also a book i stopped writing cause my parents got too involved and it wasnt fun anymore but who knows i may finish i have too much#lore in my head.#my notes app is CLUTTERED with ocs and game ideas and comic ideas and book ideas andâ#hmmm. ive been working on a new idea for a bit amnd thereâs one thing ive had for over a year but it isnt fleshed out enough for me to have#like. oc introductions.#maybe i should finish fleshing out one of these half-finished prompts so i can tumblrify it.#OH AND#i DO have VERY vivid dreams often and if a character appears often I name them#so i guess those people count as ocs?#because theyre dreams they are very strange#i think dreams are so interesting. they can be such a deep dive into your inner self OR just essentially shitposting behind your eyelids#its so cool to me. maybe i should talk about those.#aight chat what do i do. who are my tumblr ocs gonna be.#flesh out the horror idea? flesh out the other milder horror idea? or talk about the dream characters?#those three i havent spoken much of irl who will be my Tumblr Ocs#i love them all so#asks#anonymous#I DID NOT MEAN TO RAMBLE i may screenshot this and make these tags a whole post
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letâs be real for a sec: if rusong were still alive, nhs wouldnât have hesitated in killing him
#mdzs#mdzs talk#jgy tag#nie huaisang#jin guangyao#itâs like jgy adjacent but you know#this little ramble is gonna be kinda dark jsyk#it was NOT a coincidence that jgy AND qin su AND mo xuanyu were all dead by the end#iâm convinced the only reason he didnât kill sisi was bc he needed to use her against him#honestly part of me has this theory that nhs was actually involved in risingâs death to begin with#talking to the right people and planting suggestions here and there#thereâs a solid part of me that thinks nhs may have been perfectly fine with lxc dying too#if it meant hurting jgy more#it certainly wasnât something he could aim for because that would be a logistical nightmare#TWO dead sect leaders at once? LWJ??? as sect leader????#but i think he would have been just fine if lxc had died in the middle#both mxy and qs committed suicide#i wonder if that would have been enough to push jgy over the edge#also btw âkilling himâ here is shorthand for âgetting him dead somehowâ#i donât think he would do any dirty work himself
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Philippus? Wym philippus this is a wholeass other woman?????? She's white?????? Guys come on now
ALSO cursed white Euboea in this same sequence.... homeboy she's Asian please stop
Joe Phillips I'm sorry but this is some shitty ass guest pencilling how can you not know anything abt what these people look like thats literally your job... you also just needed to read the issue before this to know?
Editors should have caught this one these are major Amazon characters
#also i did a quick wiki check for one thing and basically confirmed that i was right about this entire arc so i win i guess đŞđŞđŞđŞ#like âthe amazons are starting some crazy murder shit!â are they really now. which amazons may i ask? are you sure its not the bana-#oh yep its the baba mighdall. well then. TOTALLY didnt see this coming (said w love)#i mean its like maybe im being perceptive but they literally showed two of them in their armor and had one say phthia aka one of the#founders of the bana. like okay i had to do a wiki to check that and obvi id know slightly more than a pĂŠrez run reader abt them#(but not much honestly ive read the same stuff they wouldve just plus some fandom osmosis/knowing who artemis is) but i digress. do think he#maybe could have put showing them off but i understand the motive of not wanting readers to go months thinking the amazons were chopping#ppls heads off. but they could have teased the mind control red herring (probably? think it was a red herring although it could pop back up#the arc is still ongoing) a little bit more considering weve had dr psycho starting shit for the past 4 (at LEAST) issues but well whatever#anyways the pencilling on this one needed help like its not even a coloring issue at the core of it its legit this guest guy drawing#totally different people... very lame#anyways maybe im too quick to blame it all on the bana i am only halfway through the arc#like i do think it is the bana. i think thats the answer. but again dr psycho IS causing problems and theres been hints of the cheetah being#involved (âanimal attackâ killings + a shot of her in arkham) AND circe was namedropped (although now we know it was dr psycho) but im still#slightly suspicious bc there seems to be possesed animals... like they are v much laying different hints and pathways here#but i think its the bana. i think its psycho fucking around and also the bana and MAYBE a psycho controlled cheetah or the bana mimicing her#patterns. or are the bana even there if psychos involved??? he could just be fucking around then- okay you know what. maybe im less sure of#this than i thought and should just read more. wait but how would psycho even know about the bana to have ppl hallucinate hed just use the#themyscirans-- okay i need to read more im getting distracted. the bana are definitely involved though im calling it. its them and maybe#psycho. and maybe cheetah. and maybe circe but likely not bc we already established that was a false lead. unless that was also a trick. and#WHAT ABT ARES ALL THE STOLEN ARTIFACTS HAD TO DO WITH WAR--#.... guys im losing it. fuck it im saying its all giganta and calling it a day i cant do this#no but i love how this mystery is set up its like they just dropped clues for every single ww villain onto it and said âhere. good luck.â#this is before the big ww crossover too so it could actually be all of them im losing my mind here. WHO IS IT#ive twisted myself in a circle here i dont know anything now. only that i did call it if it was the bana. or if theres mind control or smth#sus about heracles cup. i also called that although its seeming less and less likely now that the bana and psycho are likely involved. and#maybe cheetah. and circe. and ares. guys im falling apart here#what was the point of this post then? oh shitty guest pencilling and editor flops. the editor flop part i can understand im sure they were#busy even if this is a big thing to miss imo. the penciller though is just silly come on now. someone should have caught that. anyways--#swishy liveblogs
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ohhhhh trust me.... i know.........
#hes so dad coded
#I'm fucking obsessed with both of them omfggg#cap dracula#i would die for you#i would do so much for you you frickin dork#he's in his cringe!dad era#and he has never been more attractive#rip scruffy!peter I'm fully in love with bad dracula accented silver fox!peter now#fr fr tho i am SO HAPPY to see how far Bobby's come#from having absolutely nothing to live for and not wanting to get involved or too attached to anything#now you cut to THIS SEASON#and he stole a truck stole a highway stole a gun-#making deals in the background with other LAFD folks to not only 1- help out his dearest friends but 2- get him back to HIS House#but now you've also got this dork- THIS DORK (who i adore with my heart and fucking soul oml) who's having the fucking time of his life#he's finally started to heal and i am so fucking proud of him i could cry đđđđđđ#oh captain my handsome captain#robert.#some fucking guy named bobby#another brown eyed boy ruining my life#THE brown eyed boy ruining my life#i cannot WAIT to drop some of the cringe!fail bobby fics when I'm done with whumptober y'all are gonna miss the angst lmao#shut up ace#vampire!bobby#save me vampire!bobby#STILL stand by my earlier convo with you about the fact that this is the dad that brooke and robbie knew#(and def a little bit of harry & may too)#i am SO GLAD we get to see more of him in real time#welcome home bobby nash we've missed you
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Could you tell us more about Tesey and Kirena?
Oh sure! Not sure what youâd want specifically so Iâll just post a dot point compilation of random bits about them that I donât think have been mentioned yet lol, if thereâs anything else (from anyone) youâre more than welcome to ask
- Tesey loves syrnyky, itâs something that gives him a lot of comfort especially when heâs overseas (he has similar feelings with varenyky). Kyrenaâs favourite food is pork knuckle/golyashka since it wasnât something they had very often as kids especially
- Tesey loves learning things and adored reading as a kid (he did get an Akasha in Sumeru, and yes he very much enjoyed being able to use the internet lmao), Kyrena preferred to play outside, running amok and climbing trees and all that (their mother tried to encourage her to play with dolls more and be perceived as more ladylike, but she was too soft to fully enforce it since Kyrena really didnât like that). Sometimes they played role playing games with Illya and Ajax (Ajax especially adored these games), Kyrena always volunteered to be the dragon
- They all learnt an art from their dad: Kyrena is able to twirl shashka like Ajax, Tesey happens to be a good singer (heâs always been p shy about it though, he mostly sings to himself)
- Out of all the siblings, Teseyâs the one with the most negative view on the Fatui whereas Kyrena is like Illya (doesnât exactly approve of or like what they do but are otherwise indifferent and have accepted it as something that is part of their lives regardless).
- Theyâre both fluent in their parentsâ mother tongue, standard Snezhnayan and Teyvat common. Teseyâs more proficient in languages though as heâs also able to understand Fontainian, some Liyuenese and also Sumeruâs main languages
- Both Tesey and Ajax have a traveller/Podorozhnytsya motanka made by their mother, Kyrenaâs necklaces are also primarily hand me downs from their mum
#genshin impact#genshin oc#genshin ocs#ask me anything#tesey neshchadymenko#kyrena neshchadymenko#im currently in the process of trying to write a fic where all the older siblings and Ajax are pretty involved#Teseyâs gonna be the main POV character so Iâm trying not to spoil too much about his youth teehee#since I have not been able to complete a long fic my goal is to draft the whole thing out before even thinking about posting#so it may take a while if I do finish but Iâm really excited#itâs set after the Fontaine AQ if that helps#and also Iâd really like to explore the effects of Ajaxâs disappearance and reappearance#I just feel like fanon tends to gloss over it way too much and instead boil it down to#âhis parents threw him to the Fatui as soon as he started acting up a little#and also just how it affected his surroundings too#I just hope the amount of bg ocs mentioned donât get too overwhelming since uh#yeah Iâve defs done some thinking about Morepesok lol
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âś[Arcane preference] reacting to you wearing their clothes [Jayce, Viktor, Ekko, Vander, Silco, Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn, Mel, Sevika, ]
If you know me, hello little deers, I'm back! If you donât know me, welcome! Just a heads-up that I donât use "Y/N," but rather the impersonal "you," and even though I talk about clothes, no sizes or weight are involved. Enjoy the read!
Jayce:
  - Itâs not that rare when youâre together; heâs a real gentleman through and through. If itâs cold, heâll give you his jacket, his scarf, anything to keep you warm Â
  - But when youâre the one taking his clothes, itâs different Â
  - When he sees you walking around the room in his shirt, just after waking up, something in his brain malfunctions Â
  - Itâs how it fits you, no matter how big or long it is, it seems like it was made just for you, to give you that look Â
  - And to him, it feels like some kind of subliminal ad, as if the universe is making you so attractive in the simplicity of that gesture just to tell him he needs to hurry up and put a ring on your finger so he can enjoy that sight every day Â
  - Itâs hard for you to get anything done in the morning when he wakes up with those thoughts Â
  - Those are the days when you stay in bed, cuddling under the covers, with him looking at you, hand on his cheek, getting more lost in you by the second Â
Viktor:
  - For Viktor, the idea of a âlittle thief stealing his clothesâ is an interesting one Â
  - Heâs never been a fan of tight-fitting clothes, plus, with his physique, itâs rare for anything to fit snugly anyway Â
  - Thatâs why, except for his Academy uniform, the rest of his clothes are comfortable and at least two sizes too big for him, without mentioning Jayce's oversize ones in his closet Â
  - What Viktor didnât expect was that, once you started liking them, youâd just take them straight out of his drawer Â
  - The first time he knocked on your door to ask if youâd seen his shirt âthe very one you were wearingâ he first stopped, confused, wondering how it had ended up on you Â
  - And then, though he didnât show it, he paused to notice with satisfaction how well it wrapped around your body Â
  - Sometimes he pretends to forget his clothes at your place, just to see them on you, and to get them back with your scent on them Â
  - For the nights when he feels lonelier Â
Ekko:Â
  - Communism Â
  - Thereâs not really a strong sense of what belongs to whom at the Tree, although some clothes (jackets in particular) eventually get so personalized that no one dares to take them anymore Â
  - The first time you grabbed Ekkoâs jacket, it was simply because you were freezing, it was really cold, and he was resting, so he didnât need it Â
  - But when he saw you wearing it, his pupils dilated so much you could notice it despite his very dark eyes Â
  - Ever since then, itâs him who gives it to you and insists that you wear it, because he likes it: thereâs something extremely intimate and deeply personal about walking around with you in his jacket Â
  - Itâs like marking you as his, but really, also reminding himself of it Â
  - And Ekko may be proud, but one thing you quickly and painfully learn in the alleys is to say âI love youâ before itâs too late, and that small possessive gesture makes him feel fulfilled because itâs like heâs telling everyone that he couldnât live without youÂ
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Vander:
  - Vanderâs clothes have this super-secret ability to change depending on whoâs wearing them. For example, what are shirts on him turn into dresses on you Â
  - When you put them on, even just for the sake of convenience, you find yourself laughing in front of every mirror you pass by Â
  - And if he notices, he canât help but hug you from behind, leaning down to rub his nose against your neck, smiling against your skin Â
  - âYou know,â he says every single time, âit looks better on you than it does on me,â and no matter how false it might be, in his eyes, itâs truer than almost anything else Â
  - After seeing you a few times in his grown-up man's clothes, he decided to dig through an old box to find the clothes from when he was younger and mend them before leaving them folded on your side of the bed, like a little gift Â
Silco:
  - Silcoâs strangest habit was the connection he had with his clothes: they looked like Piltover garments, except for the boots and the shirt under the velvet vest, yet they were torn, poorly mended, and worn out in several places Â
  - Despite being the richest man in the undercity, he never changed them Â
  - The only newer piece in his wardrobe that he used to wear was his coat, which was in perfect condition, scented with cologne, and lined with soft velvet that followed the direction of your fingers when you touched it Â
  - Sure, there were ceremonial outfits, pajamas, and something comfortable yet always elegant, but he had worn them so little that they almost didnât seem like his Â
  - Thatâs why one day you simply decided you were bored, and while he was in a meeting, you could take the opportunity to try on the ones that fit you Â
  - But that little fashion show from his wardrobe to the mirror probably took longer than expected, and definitely you were too focused, because you didnât notice the tall figure watching you, leaning against the doorframe Â
  - âDonât take that off, Iâve got an idea or two,â his voice broke the silence, making you jump Â
Jinx:
  - Her clothes are more like a flea market than a wardrobe: there are menâs clothes, womenâs clothes, from Piltover and Zaun, intact, held together by metal staples, clean, splattered with paint, torn from explosions, some so small you wonder who they could even fit, and some so large that you and at least four of her fatherâs henchmen could comfortably fit in them with room to spare Â
  - Sheâs the one who tells you to grab something from the pile the first time you ask to help her with her calculations and experiments, and in the end, you choose something comfortable rather than something intact or clean Â
  - It took her a good half hour to notice, and then another hour to stop talking about it Â
  - It was something she hadnât done since she had a family, sharing clothes with someone else, and suddenly she realized just how much she missed it Â
  - Every now and then, sheâd give you oversized shirts on purpose, just to disappear under the fabric and snuggle up to you, where she felt sheltered enough to feel less vulnerable Â
Vi:
  - Viâs mentality was interesting because, by accident, if she noticed you were eyeing someoneâs clothes with interest, somehow the next day those clothes would end up on your bed Â
  - Vi would do anything for you; if it were up to her, youâd be dressed in pearls and gold, but neither the place nor her situation allowed it Â
  - Thatâs why she never offered you her clothes: the older ones were tattered, barely definable as rags, which she stubbornly patched up every month Â
  - The new ones were stolen, spoils from street fights, but they always came in looking battered and worn, or worse, stained with blood or strange substances, so they werenât good for you Â
  - When she saw you wearing a sweater from her wardrobe, stained and burned in spots, the first thing she felt was guilt Â
  - She hated not being able to treat you the way she wanted to Â
  - But from that day on, she made sure to at least wash her clothes before putting them away, and slowly she learned to love the clothes you stole a little more than the others Â
  - That sweater, for example, she would defend it with her life Â
Caitlyn:
  - Whenever you stayed over at her place, she always made sure to provide everything for you: slippers, socks, pajamas, anything you might need Â
  - And it was always the highest quality you had ever seen Â
  - So seeing you in her clothes wasnât new, although she sometimes liked to have you try on things she didnât wear anymore, partly because she couldnât due to her important name, and partly because she spent half her time in uniform Â
  - Those little fashion shows almost always ended with her on top of you, while you are very busy figuring out how to stay quiet so none of the servants, or worse, her parents, would catch you Â
  - It didnât matter if the clothes didnât suit you, being able to see you in so many different lights made her fall even more in love with everything about you Â
  - The final blow? One day she decided to look through the enforcersâ uniforms to find one that would fit you, and for the first time, she saw you in clothes that matched hers Â
  - There was something about it that made her hope that uniform would change the chemistry of your brain too and make you join the force, just so she could spend more time with you, just so she could see you like that more often Â
Mel:
  - For Mel, it wasnât an event: she was used to everything, mastering her emotions, and seeing you wearing something of hers had only left her confused for a second, from which she quickly recovered, smiling at you Â
  - âIt looks really good on you, you know?â she had asked Â
  - It didnât bother her. Objectively, you seemed stupid borrowing those elegant clothes tailored exactly to her body Â
  - It almost felt like heresy to wear the clothes of a goddess-like figure. But the goddess had sensed something, and she began buying and commissioning outfits for both you and her, matching, so you wouldnât feel like you were missing something Â
  - But there was one moment, a specific one, where seeing you in one of her dresses had left her speechless Â
  - When you told her that the sweater was so beautiful it was almost a shame knowing she couldnât wear it on the day youâd marry her Â
  - And Mel Medarda came from a land of war, where it was hard to get attached to people, let alone objects Â
  - Yet from that day, that piece of clothing became a constant for her, even if it meant layering or pulling it down to keep her shoulders bare Â
  - Because it no longer just warmed her skin; it began to warm something deeper, something she hadnât even realized she had Â
Sevika:
  - Her clothes reflected her line of work: dirty, unpleasant, dangerous Â
  - But despite that, she would drape them over you herself, no matter how worn they were: if she thought you might be cold, without a word, youâd find a sweater or hoodie on your shoulders Â
  - And even though sheâd glance at you from the corner of her eye, she wouldnât stop watching you for a single moment when you wore something of hers Â
  - It was a matter of homelandâthere was no ownership in Zaun, not even last names, as even the family you belonged to was irrelevant compared to what you could do Â
  - And the gangs, thugs, and troublemakers wouldnât hesitate to steal what was yours Â
  - But you were hers, and you couldnât be stolen. And that shirt was hers, but she didnât feel mutilated, like she normally would, when you wore it Â
  - In fact, she loved it, opening her arms to invite you to snuggle up, holding you carefully so the prosthetic wouldnât bother you, adjusting the clothing on you ten, a hundred times, almost unconsciously Â
  - And when you wore her clothes, it felt like for a little while, you could wear her skin too, to understand her better, and she suddenly seemed more vulnerable Â
#jayce x reader#viktor x reader#ekko x reader#silco x reader#vander x reader#jinx x reader#vi x reader#caitlyn x reader#sevika x reader#mel x reader#jayce talis#viktor arcane#ekko arcane#silco arcane#arcane vander#jinx#vi arcane#caitlyn kiramman#mel medarda#sevika#arcane x reader#arcane headcanon#arcane 2#arcane writing
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The Art Of Make-believe Matrimony
Logan Howlett x fem!reader
Summary: You canât stand each other, so itâs a mystery to you and Logan why youâre sent out together on an assignment. To make it worse, youâd have to act much closer than you really were.
Warnings:  mutant!reader (no specific power mentioned, though), fem!reader, enemies to lovers, swearing, fake dating (technically fake marriage), mentions of violence, a little bit of suggestive stuff, a little bit of fluff i guess, and mild alcohol consumption. I think that's all but if i missed any, please let me know! also this is def loosely inspired by the movies 'Mr. and Mrs. Smith' and '10 Things I Hate About You'
Word Count: 5K
part 2
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You hate the way he dresses.
You hate his stupid hair.
You hate the pet names he calls you.
You hate his voice.
You hate his hazel eyes.
You hate his smile.
You hate Logan Howlett.
It was no secret and neither was the fact that he couldnât stand you either. You bickered like a married couple, constantly fought till you bled when you were training and couldnât go a day without one of you insulting the other. Truthfully, it was probably because you were too alike - fire versus fire - and knew exactly how to press each other's buttons.
Thatâs why you were both confused when you stood in Charlesâ office - dumbfounded expression on your faces - as he told you that he assigned you to a mission together.
âOh, no way,â you nearly laughed, thinking it was a joke.
âYeah, not happening,â Logan agreed. It may have been the only thing youâve ever agreed on.
âThatâs unfortunate for both of you, as I am sending you anyway. You are the only capable people that arenât already out on an assignment or teaching a class full time.â
âHow do you expect us to do it without killing each other?â you raised your eyebrows.
âYou are adults. I trust you will navigate that on your own.â
Logan scoffed beside you, his arms crossed over his chest.
You sighed, closing your eyes in frustration and biting the bullet, âwhat do we have to do?â
âThere is a safe hidden in the home of a very wealthy socialite whoâs been involved in orchestrating attacks on mutants - injecting them with a serum that replaces their mutation gene with that of a normal human,â Charles began to explain.
Your chest felt heavy. It always made you anxious and a little ill when youâd hear the stories of people who hated you so much that theyâd go as far as to harm or violate you in some way, all in the name of trying to rid the earth of you completely or turn you into one of them.
âThe only known sample of the serum is locked in that safe,â he continued, âand I will need you to retrieve it. You are to infiltrate a gathering being held in her home, obtain the contents of the safe and return promptly.â
âSo, weâreâŚgoing to a party?â Logan asked with one eyebrow raised.
âA dinner party,â Charles replied, âand another thing - you must not attend as yourselves. Youâve been invited on the good word of another guest - someone we trust - but youâve been invited as a married couple to avoid arousing suspicion.â
He mustâve been getting some sick enjoyment from this.
âMarried couple,â you repeated, your eyes narrowed, âUs. You want us to pretend to be a couple.â
âWhat, do I have to like - touch her? Iâm not doing that,â Logan piped up.
âOh, iâm so disappointed,â you rolled your eyes, sarcasm clear in your voice, âFuck off.â
âYou fuck off.â
âNo, you fuck off.â
âNo, you.â
âI said it first!â
âEnough,â Charles interrupted, âyou will be attending as Mr. and Mrs. Smith.â
âHuh,â Logan hummed, âthatâs creative.â
âIts inconspicuous,â he replied.
âWhat are our first names, then?â
âYou have creative liberty. I trust you will come up with something just as unremarkable.â
âHow about Sid and Nancy?â you scoffed, chuckling a little in disbelief.Â
âDoes that mean I get to stab you?â
âYouâd miss.â
Charles had his head in his hands.
âHow about Jack and Jill?â
You both turned your heads to him when he spoke, pausing the back and forth between you that you were sure to continue later. You glanced at Logan and shrugged, indifferent to the names.
âThatâll work,â Logan mirrored your actions.
âLovely. Tomorrow evening at five. I will have the address ready. In the meantime, here,â he opened his palm and placed two rings on the table, âthese are your wedding bands.â
You huffed and took the smaller of the two, Logan picking up the plain silver band. Yours was simple - a false diamond in the middle and two smaller ones on each side.
âWhat, you couldnât get me anything bigger?â you joked to Logan, holding up the ring.Â
âOh, you want somethinâ big?â
Your eyes went wide and you elbowed him in the arm, groaning in disgust, âGross.â
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Five oâclock came fast, your nerves seemingly increasing the speed of time. Youâd made a mess of your wardrobe looking for something to wear that was comfortable, but not too âyouâ. What would a rich person wear to a dinner party? How the hell were you supposed to know?
Some nice pants, a blouse and complimenting shoes would have to do - it was the only thing you had that looked relatively formal. Adding some jewelry made it just a little more convincing.Â
You went down the stairs to meet Logan at the front door, dreading the coming hours. You turned the corner and finally saw him, leaned against the wall with his hands in his pockets. He wore a white t-shirt tucked into his jeans, his boots, and heâd traded his usual leather jacket for a suit jacket. He actually cleaned up pretty nice, but you werenât gonna tell him that.
He heard your footsteps and turned towards the sound. He could feel the sweat starting to form at the back of his neck.Â
Heâd never seen you in anything nice like that - you never really had any occasions to dress up for - and he hated how much he liked it. Your pants hugged you perfectly, your blouse was buttoned low and you even had on a little bit of makeup.Â
âYou donât look too bad,â he managed to comment, opening the door for you.
âThatâs probably the nicest thing youâve ever said to me,â you realized aloud, the both of you heading towards Loganâs truck, âYou look alright.â
âThank you, Mrs. Smith.â
âYouâre welcome, Mr. Smith.â
He opened the car door for you, uncharacteristically gentlemen-like.
You shot him an odd look and got in anyway.
âIâm practicing,â He explained, shutting your door and walking around to slide into his seat, âcanât have anyone thinkinâ Iâm a shit husband.â
âGood luck.â
âUh-oh,â Logan had an amused expression, his eyes glued to the road as you began moving, âthatâs not wife behavior, sunshine.â
âBite Me.â
He clicked his tongue, âFeisty. Oh - I can use that when people ask about us! Iâll say it's one of your absolute worst qualities that any man would be repulsed by, but that our love is blind.â
You scoffed, âGreat, and Iâll get to tell them you spend sixteen hours brushing your hair into cat ears and shed all over the bathroom like an animal.â
âSee - now, that one seems a little personal.â
âIt is.â
âJust pretend for a night that Iâm the man of your dreams, okay?â he asked, âpretend Iâm, uh - I donât know, some celebrity guy you have a crush on.â
You were silent for a second, engrossed in thought, âyou look nothing like Hugh Jackman.â
âWho? You know what - sure, pretend I'm him, alright? Just squint.â
Truthfully - and youâd rather be stabbed than admit it - Logan wasnât far off from who you could picture yourself with. Strong, kind of handsome, good with kids. He was humble, most of the time. He was just terribly annoying and way too cocky.
It wasnât long before he was shifting the truck into park and yanking the keys from the ignition. You let him open your door and walked beside him up the front steps.
âYou ready, Jack?â you teased.
âReady as Iâll ever be, Jill.â
He rang the doorbell and you stood awkwardly, eyes scanning your surroundings. The house was huge - probably only a bit smaller than the mansion - and modern, something probably built in the last ten years. The front lawn was impeccable, as were the marble statues strategically placed between foliage and flora.Â
The door opened and you inhaled sharply, trying to prepare yourself to lie your ass off.
âHello! You must be Mr. and Mrs. Smith! So lovely to meet you, please - come in,â a woman ushered you in, her neck and ears decorated in pearls. You recognized her immediately, Charles having shown you both a picture of the hostess beforehand. You politely greeted her and introduced yourselves, already scanning the room for an emergency exit in case things went sour.
âSo,â she continued talking, leading you to sit in the living room with the other mingling guests,âtell me a little about yourselves! John wasnât very descriptive when he mentioned you. What do you do for work?â
Whoever John was, you silently thanked him.
âUh, well,â you began, nervously glancing at Logan, âIâm a bank teller.â
Plain, boring, inconspicuous,Â
She then looked to Logan expectantly, awaiting his answer.Â
âCage fighter.â
Jesus Christ. You were glaring daggers into the side of his smiling face and he pretended not to notice.
âReally?â the woman in front of you inquired, a hand on her chest. You watched her eyes scan him up and down, landing on the pecs prominent through his shirt. You scoffed out of instinct, faking a cough to cover it up.
âOh, yeah. Undefeated MMA champ.â
You looked away to hide the scowl on your face when your eyes locked on the vodka bottle sitting on the table a few feet away with a collection of other booze. Bingo.
âWill you excuse me for just a moment?â you smiled politely and walked away before Logan could protest, leaving him to his own devices.
You twisted the top off the bottle and picked up a glass, filling it with Vodka and some soda that was left on the table.You almost walked away with it, planning to keep it in your hands until you felt your nerves subside, until you remembered you were supposed to be a wife. Wives brought their husbands drinks, right? Not doing so would look rude and rude might blow your cover. So, you reluctantly picked up another glass and filled it partially with whiskey, knowing it was something heâd drink. You happened to glance across to the kitchen and notice a neat little rack of spices and condiments on the counter. A bottle of soy sauce was front and center, like a message from the universe, and you giggled to yourself as you snatched the bottle and hid it up your sleeve - this could be a good night if you made it entertaining.
You returned to Logan with both glasses, handing him the one filled with significantly darker liquid. He looked a little surprised but accepted it anyway.
âThank you, sweetheart,â he said with narrowed eyes, a look that asked âwhat are you up to now?â
You simply nodded in acknowledgement, smiling at the hostess still standing in front of you.
âSheâs a keeper,â he continued, holding the glass up to his mouth, â always knows exactly what I like.â
You bit back a snicker as you watched him tilt the glass and finally take a sip.
His eyes went to yours immediately. He pulled the glass from his lips, mouth still obviously full of whiskey and soy sauce. If looks could kill, youâd be long dead.
âGood, honey?â you smiled wide then, taking a sip of your own drink.Â
âMhm,â he hummed, clearly fighting a grimace. He swallowed and nearly gagged, coughing into his fist, âmhm, just a little strong.â
âOh,â the hostess began, âJack was just about to tell us how you met!â
A couple of guests had gathered in the same spot, all lingering in a semicircle. Logan was quite the charmer and it wasnât a surprise that he already had a couple of women gawking at him, hanging on his every word as if any of it was true.Â
âWas he?â your tone was shrill but you attempted to appear playful, lightly smacking him on the arm, âOh, honey, you should really let me tell it.â
Whatever he was about to come up with, you hoped it was not in the same outlandish category as cage fighting. Before you could begin, though, he dismissively waved his hand in your direction.
âNo, no - youâre a little forgetful, sweetheart,â his grin was mischievous as he turned to speak to the surrounding guests, âso, it all started with a tshirt competition at a bar where the girls had to - â
âNope! Nope,â you interjected, doing your best to keep your tone light and shaking your head, âhaha - that must have been another girl, honey!â
That earned a few chuckles from the guests around you and you took the opportunity while everyone's attention was on you to try and spin a tale of your own.
âSo, we actually met a couple years ago,â you started, mulling over what true details to sprinkle in or if you should make it up entirely, âuh - in a library.â
It wasnât entirely untrue. Youâd been at the mansion for a couple days before you bumped into him in the library while gathering books to try and put together your first lesson plan. You had a cup of coffee in one hand and a stack of books in the other - admittedly stupid - but youâd always been careful. Except for that once.Â
You had a book open in your arms, resting atop the stack you already gathered. You were walking and reading - again, admittedly not very smart - when you bumped into someone, spilling coffee on both of you and sending the stack of books to the floor with an audible thump.Â
âFuck, sorry -â you began to apologize, finally looking up to the strangers face. It was Logan, of course, though you didnât know that at the time. You remember thinking he was handsome with his scruffy mutton chops and well groomed hair - until he opened his mouth.
âWhat the hell is wrong with you, kid?â
You knew it was partially your fault but were irked by his attitude.
âDude, you werenât paying attention either, obviously!â you snapped back, looking down at the beige stain now adorning your white button up.
âIâm not the one who carries coffee and a shit ton of books at the same time.â
âWhatever.â
That was your grand introduction, neither of you even exchanging names.
Logan remembered it about the same way you did, though the version he tells is a little different. He loved to tell people that when you bumped into him, it was because you were so lovestruck that you just walked right into him. The part he always left out, though, was the first thing he thought when he saw you. Heâd scolded you before even looking up to see who you were and when he had, he wished heâd reacted a little differently.Â
You were beautiful, even with coffee spilt all over yourself. You looked like a girl heâd only ever dreamed of, all the way down to the color of your hair and eyes. Unfortunately, heâd already been an asshole. So, from then on, that was basically your shtick - bickering over little things, calling each other names - all to the amusement of everyone around you. It wasnât meant to be funny, but it was obvious to everyone else that the kind of teasing you did was only because you had feelings for one another - like two elementary school kids - and neither one of you seemed to know how to approach it. The mask would slip sometimes for either one of you - when heâd place a hand on your lower back, the times heâd managed to pin you to the mat during training - and youâd always find yourself staring at the ceiling that night, overthinking every interaction youâd had until the sun came up. He was never any better off, pacing in his room to try and decipher what the hell it was he actually felt for you.
Anyway, you decided to stick to the real story, minus the part where you insulted each other.
âWe bumped into each other, literally, and I had coffee and a bunch of books in my arms. So, I drop the books, coffee spills everywhere - of course. Then I looked up at him, and..â you paused, the truth caught in a lump in your throat.
âAnd it was love at first sight,â Logan added, grinning down at you, âfor both of us.â
His eyes were trained on yours and he continued to contribute to the story.
âThe second I saw her, I fell in love.â
He was still looking at you. Why was he still looking at you like that? You were supposed to be husband and wife, right, but he was leaning into it far heavier than you expected. It felt like you were the only ones in the room.
A couple âawâs were shared between guests and you smiled politely at the reminder that you were in fact not the only people in the room. As the conversation switched to another topic and someone else began to speak, you felt Loganâs hand at the back of your head, gently playing with your hair. Your face was pink - he was being too nice.
A short while later, you were sitting on the couch beside him, listening to someoneâs drawn out story that you stopped paying attention to after six minutes.
âIâm gonna go take a piss,â Logan uttered unceremoniously and stood from the couch. He disappeared into the house and not even a minute later, another guy came to sit in his spot.
âHey,â he put his arm around the back of the couch, his fingertips brushing your shoulder, âI donât think weâve met.â
You looked at the fingers grazing your shoulder and sat forward to shrug them off, ânope.â
He told you his name and you couldnât have cared any less, deciding to actually tune back into the story being told rather than converse with him. He was alright looking, but his approach was far too off putting.Â
âSo, did you come alone?â
You rolled your eyes at his question, opening your mouth to answer before he cut you off.
âCause It looks like it, and I canât stand to see a pretty girl alone.â
You groaned in disgust, hoping if you were dry enough in your answers, heâd leave you be.
âmhm.â
It wasnât really an answer to anything, just a noise of affirmation. You hoped heâd get the hint then, but of course, he didnât. In what would probably be the stupidest thing heâd done that night, the guy moved his arm from the back of the couch so he could squeeze your thigh. Right as you were about to tell him to fuck off, you saw a hand grip his shoulder from behind. Logan was leaning over the sofa, bringing his face a little lower so he wouldnât cause a scene, his dog tags hanging when he leaned forward. He had a death grip on the guy's shoulder while he used his other hand to steady himself against the sofa.Â
âHey, bub.â
The guy looked a little terrified, to say the least, but Logan didnât let up there.
âDo you always go around hittinâ on peopleâs wives? Or is it just mine?â
His eyes were wide and he looked like he wanted to run but that wasnât going to happen as long as he was in his grip.Â
âI-I didnât, uh, I didnât know she - â the guy sputtered, trying to nervously laugh it off.
âMhm. Hey, tell you what - why donât you leave my girl alone and maybe Iâll give you a five minute head start to get the fuck out of here.â
He let go of his shoulder and that was enough to drive him away, the guy scurrying to his feet and finding somewhere else to mingle.
You didnât know why you found yourself smiling the moment heâd said âmy girlâ. You rid yourself of it with a shake of your head, reminding yourself you were there to do a job.
âHey,â Logan leaned himself down even further so he could whisper, âI gotta show you something, câmere.â
You quirked an eyebrow at him but got up to follow. He stopped in the hallway in front of the bathroom, looked around to see if anyone would notice you, and promptly dragged you in with him before closing and locking the door. He hit the light switch and you looked around.
âDo you always take girls to the bathroom on first dates?â you teased, crossing your arms.
âYouâd have to go out with me to find out,â he remarked, âbesides, itâs not like that. Look.â
You watched him get low to the ground to open the cupboard under the sink and you crouched with him, following his pointing finger to the wood paneling in the back. It looked like a fake back - a board that appeared to be the back of the cabinet but definitely had something behind it. There was a sliver of metal visible behind it when you shined your phoneâs flashlight.
âI figured we should look everywhere, so while I was in here I was checking it out - saw that. You think thatâs it?â
âCould be,â you answered honestly, âthat, or itâs some sort of electrical box weâre about to rip out of the wall. Itâs an odd hiding spot for a safe.â
âNot really. Think about it - where's the first place youâd look for a safe?â
âBedroom or office, maybe.â
âRight, and where's one of the last places youâd check?â he gestured to the open cabinet.
âUnderâŚthe sink,â you realized aloud, looking between him and the wooden board.Â
âExactly,â he nodded, swiping the contents of the cabinet onto the floor to gain access, âhereâs the thing, though - Iâm too big to get in there.â
He could maybe stick his head in, but in order to duck under the pipes from the sink, heâd need to have shoulders that were much less broad.
You sighed, knowing what that meant.
âAlright, alright - move. This better be it.â
You reluctantly crawled under the sink and into the cabinet on your hands and knees. You yanked the wooden board with all your strength and it came free, revealing a metal safe.
âGot it! You were right, itâs the safe.â
Logan simply hummed in response, clearing his throat. You figured heâd be a little more enthusiastic.Â
Truthfully, he was too busy staring at your ass in the nice pants you were wearing to pay attention. When he heard your voice, he shook his head, as if to rid himself of the thoughts he was having about you so he could think of a response. Heâd always thought you were beautiful, but seeing you all dressed up drove him a little crazy.
âYeah? Is it locked?â
You inspected the metal box, holding the absurdly large padlock hooked around the latch that opened the door.
âUh-huh. Padlock - weâre gonna need the numbers.â
âNo, we donât. Bring it out.â
You did as you were told, crawling back out with the safe under your arm and placing it on the bathroom rug. It was a pretty small one - probably a little bigger than a basketball.
Logan picked it up and set it on the counter beside the sink. He unsheathed a claw and sliced through the metal latch that held the door closed in one swift motion.
âWell, yeah - that's one way to do it,â you shrugged.
âEasiest way to do it.â
He reached in and took out the small glass vial. He put it inside the pocket of his suit jacket.
âWhat if it falls out?â you asked.
âIt wonât.â
âHow do you know?â
âAlright, kid,â he sighed, âwhat do you want me to do with it? âCause iâm sure as hell not lettinâ you carry it.â
You rolled your eyes and looked him over.
âHow about you wrap it in your jacket, like cushioning?â
âFine.â
He reluctantly shrugged off his jacket, keeping the vial in the pocket but folding the jacket into a ball. You hastily replaced everything in the cabinet, safe included, and you followed Logan as he opened the door to step out - only to be met with another guest, her fist raised to knock.
âOh! Dear,â she chuckled, clearly a little startled. She looked to the both of you, a grin appearing on her face, âYoung love, what a gift. Donât worry, I didn't see a thing!â
You shot her a confused look, chuckling nervously before you happened to catch a glance of your reflection in the bathroom mirror.
Your hair was mussed and your blouse was untucked on one side from having to bend up and down. Logan had taken off his suit jacket and you realized what it was she was implying.
âOh, oh - we werenât -â
âItâs alright, honey,â she responded as you stepped out, âlike I said - my lips are sealed.â
She shot you both a wink, went into the bathroom and shut the door.
âShe thought we were fucking in there,â you mumbled, eyes wide in embarrassment.
âIs that so bad?â
You snapped your head towards him, a confused look on your face, âwhat?â
Logan shrugged, âwe're supposed to be husband and wife, aren't we?â
You shook your head in disbelief and decided to ignore him, both of you joining the other guests back in the living room. Dinner was finally ready and everyone took their seats in the dining room. There were a couple of things on the table you couldnât even pronounce.
âIs thatâŚmeat? A vegetable?â you leaned over to logan, whispering behind your hand and nodding towards one of the dishes.
âHell if I know,â he muttered, âI donât think I wanna find out.â
You both piled on the few things onto your plates, poking at it with your forks.
âDo you wanna get a pizza after this?â you whispered.
âDefinitely,â he replied, pushing around an unrecognizable sludge with his utensil.
âSo, how long did you two say youâve been together?â You both looked up, only to be met with the hostessâ stare. You had never mentioned how long youâd been âtogetherâ. Her smile was polite but her stare was piercing, as if she knew something she was not supposed to.
âAbout three years,â you replied, looking to him for back up.
âWe got married a couple months in,â he added, grinning at you. Again, he had that look - like he wasnât just pretending to be in love with you.Â
âWe were in this restaurant - this little place we go to all the time,â he kept talking, âand I just told her I thought she was beautiful, that I wanted to be with her for the rest of my life.â
âReally? I have to say,â she began, sipping from her glass,â for a young couple who got together so quickly, you two donât seem very affectionate towards each other.â
Shit. Shit, shit, shit.
You shot Logan a panicked look, but he appeared unbothered.
âAh,â he clicked his tongue,â itâs this rule sheâs got about PDA. Iâd be all over her if I could.â
You hated the way your face became hot. You couldnât tell if he was leaning into it to be convincing or flirting just to make you flustered. You heard a muffled snicker from somewhere across the table and your eyes shifted to the source - it was the woman from earlier, the one whoâd thought you and Logan were getting busy in the bathroom.Â
âCan I at least get a kiss, babe?â Logan cooed, a smug look on his face.
âWhat are you doing?â you whispered, eyes wide.
âBeing a husband,â he replied in a hush voice.Â
It all happened within seconds. His hands cupped your face, warm and soft, and he leaned in to plant a kiss right on your lips. It was gentle and you melted into his touch, kissing him back. When he pulled away, you were still stunned, your lips parted in surprise.Â
Logan kissed you.
His lips tasted like the remnants of cigar smoke. His touch was nearly intoxicating, like you were drunk off just the way he held you. You inhaled sharply and finally turned your face out of his grip, eyes glued to the table cloth. You had almost forgotten where you were - feeling like the room was spinning - and you let out a nervous laugh.
The topic of discussion moved on quickly and it seemed like any suspicion the hostess had about either of you had dissipated. You and Logan decided to say your goodbyes immediately after dinner, making some excuse about having to wake up early the next morning. When you stepped out and he shut the door behind him, you couldnât hold your tongue any longer.
âWhat the hell was that?â you spat, eyebrows knitted.Â
âWhat was what?â
He was completely nonchalant as he continued to walk next to you towards his truck.Â
âYou kissed me.â
âI did.â
âYou didnât have to.â
He stopped with you at the passenger side of the truck, standing in front of the door so you couldnât get in.
âWhat if I wanted to?â
You swallowed hard. It was dead silent outside, save for the chirping of crickets.
âWhat?â
âI wanted to,â he admitted, chewing his bottom lip, âI wanted to kiss you.â
You didn't know what to say. He hated you, didnât he?
âLogan, I - â
âYou canât tell me you didnât feel anything in there, pretending to be together.â
His voice almost sounded strained, like he was pleading.
âYou donât even like me, you hate me,â you deflected, but he shook his head.
âThatâs not true. I never hated you. I figured youâd hate me after I acted like an asshole when we met, so I went with it. I donât hate you. I think youâre funny, I think youâre pretty - I just never really knew how to tell you that.â
When you only stared in response, he moved aside and opened your door with a defeated sigh. You were still speechless but you hesitantly slid into the seat anyway, letting him close the door. When he got into the driver's side and started the ignition, you couldnât stop looking over at him.
âSo, you like me,â you finally said aloud.
He kept his eyes glued to the road when he responded in a low voice, âwhy do you think I bother you so much?â
âYou pick on me because you like me? Like a little kid?â you couldnât help the amusement in your voice as your confused expression turned to a smile.
You saw him bite back a smile that mirrored yours, shaking his head.
âI guess you could say that.â
âWell, youâre not too bad, you know, and I guess youâre kind of handsome.â
âOh, really?âÂ
âMhm, but donât make me take it back.â
The rest of the short ride home was spent in comfortable silence, both of you seemingly trying to figure out where youâd go from there. When Logan parked his truck and got out, he came around your side to open your door. You hopped out and he shut the door for you, but grabbed your hand before you started to walk away.
âHey, câmere for a second.â
You let him pull you a little closer, intertwining both your hands. The evening air was chilly and you could see his breath in the air when he spoke.
âCan I kiss you, for real this time?â
You could feel your heart beating fast and you nodded eagerly. The second you did, his lips were already on yours. His hands let go of yours to settle in your hair, threading the strands between his fingers. His touch felt warm in comparison to the cold air and you leaned further into him with your hands gripping his jacket to pull him close. When he pulled away, he rested his hands on your waist and planted another kiss on your forehead.Â
âMaybe we could, uh, try again,â he cleared his throat, running his hands up and down your sides, âbe nice to each other this time.â
Truthfully, you couldnât hate Logan, even though you tried.Â
You couldnât hate his perfect hair.
You couldnât hate his sweet voice.
You couldnât hate his kind smile.
You couldnât hate the way he dressed.
You just couldnât hate Logan Howlett.Â
So, you kissed him again, smiling against his lips and letting him hold you as close as possible, almost lifting you off the ground with his arms around you.
âWe should probably go inside, huh?â you mumbled when you leaned back, lightly scratching the mutton chops on the side of his face in an affectionate manner. Those were another thing youâd pretended to hate - probably because you were embarrassed to admit you thought he pulled them off well.
âAs you wish, Mrs. Smith.â
He held his hand out for you to take and you did, eyeing the ring on your finger.
âYou know,â you held up your hand to show him the jewelry, âI think iâll keep this.â
He grinned, bringing your knuckles to his lips and leaving a chaste kiss, âI think i'll keep mine, too.â
You were both still holding hands when you went inside, blushing like two little kids. You were so engrossed in one another that you didnât notice Jean and Ororo in the hallway ahead of you as he leaned down to kiss you again. Now that he knew he could actually do it, he couldnât help himself.
âIâll take it your night went well,â Ororo giggled, Jean doing the same. You jumped a little in surprise, covering your pink face in mild embarrassment.Â
âWhat changed? I thought you hated each other,â the latter of the two asked.
âEh, heâs not so bad,â you teased, shrugging your shoulders.
ââTurns out, we make a pretty good fake husband and wife,â he explained, âI guess we got a little too carried away with it.â
As the two of you walked hand in hand further down the hall, Ororo elbowed Jean lightly, leaning over to whisper behind her hand.
âYou owe me twenty bucks.â
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A/N: If you've made it this far, thank you sm for reading!! I wasn't sure if I wanted to keep this as is or add smut so I'll leave it how it is and if enough people ask for it, I can make a part two <3 pls reblog and like if you enjoyed/want more and my inbox is always open :)
Edit: here is the link to part 2!
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i like the way you kiss me - rafe cameron
Baby daddy! Rafe x Baby mama! Maybank! Reader
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Summary:
i like the way you kiss me
i can tell you miss me
i can tell it hits, hits, hits, hits
not tryna be romantic,
iâll hit it from the back
just so you donât get attached
Rafe stops over for a surprise visit with his daughter. She may not be home, but that doesnât mean he has to leave, does it?
Warnings:
Smut (18+ only!), p in v, fingering, dirty talk, slight breeding kink
Word Count: 4.2k
A/N:
Yay, my first Rafe fic! And yâall I havenât written smut in years so I hope this isnât awful. I would love to turn this into a sort-of series of interconnected baby daddy! Rafe and baby mama! reader one shots if you guys would be interested in that!
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âMaaaamaaaaa!â
You couldnât help but smile to yourself when you were woken up by the baby monitor. Iris never woke up angry and crying, you were greeted every morning to the sounds of her babbling to herself and calling for you.
It may have been earlier than youâd like, but it certainly wasnât a bad way to wake up.
You climbed out of bed, wiping your eyes before standing and walking down the hall towards the nursery. There was a chorus of âMamamamamaâ as you headed towards your 1 year old daughter, who greeted you standing in her crib with the biggest smile. Her sleep sack was tucked beneath her feet - youâre not sure how she even manages to stand in it.
âHi, pretty girl,â you greeted her, earning a giggle from the baby. She never failed to brighten up your mood, just by existing. You always heard a parentâs love for their child is intense, but you didnât quite believe it until you had her and experienced it yourself.
She also happens to be the cutest baby to ever exist. With her head full of brown hair and blue eyes, she is certainly her fatherâs daughter. Sheâs tall for her age, too. You thought it was a little bit bullshit that you carried her for 9 months and did all the hard work just for her to come out her dadâs twin, but how could you really complain when she was so beautiful?
Iris lifted her arms for you to pick her up, and you couldnât help but give her a snuggle before you moved to the changing table. You got her changed out of her pajamas and into a clean diaper, dressing her for the day in a light green dress with bunnies embroidered on the chest, a long sleeve white shirt underneath.
Iris had an extensive wardrobe. Shopping for clothes and putting together outfits was one of your favorite parts of being a girl mom, so you were certainly guilty of overspending on her, but the truth was that most of her closet came from Rafe. In fact, most of her stuff in general was from Rafe.
You never asked him to do any of that, but he was always showing up unannounced with shopping bags full of baby clothes, toys, anything he saw and thought she would like. Random packages would show up throughout the week, stuff he found online and sent directly to your house. He spoiled her badly, but it made them both happy, so you didnât complain. You wanted her to have the world, anything she wanted, and you couldnât quite provide that, but Rafe could.
âGood morning, my favorite tiny person!â Your twin brother, JJ, greeted his niece as he walked into the pink bedroom. She giggled the second she saw him, and he scooped her into his arms, twirling her around and making her laugh harder.
âJayJay!â she exclaimed, her tiny hands reaching for his messy blonde hair immediately.
âAnd I also existâŚâ you mumbled as you threw the dirty diaper away in the pail, but you couldnât help the smile on your lips.
JJ acknowledged you with an eye roll before turning right back to Iris. âAre you ready for a day out with Uncle JJ?â
Iris grinned wildly at her uncle, one of her favorite people in the world. She didnât exactly know what that meant, but if it involved JJ, she was certainly happy to be there.
You made pancakes for breakfast, which both JJ and Iris absolutely devoured. Iris was covered in a mess of syrup when she was finished, but thanks to a combination of her bib and baby smock thing, she didnât get a drop on her outfit. You cleaned up her face and hands, Iris fighting you the entire time.
âYou have everything she needs?â You asked nervously as JJ packed up the diaper bag, Iris dancing in front of the TV to the Bluey theme song.
âI got diapers, wipes, a sippy cup, a change of clothesâŚI think Iâm set, sis,â he said, giving a look that says calm down, Iâve got this.
It was hard for you to not be nervous letting your daughter go off without you. She was still rarely out of your sight, besides Rafeâs weekends. You were too nervous to send her to daycare, at least not yet, and Rafe agreed, so he helped pay the bills in the house you shared with JJ while you stayed home with her, which gave you the chance to work on college courses online.
âYou packed snacks in case she gets hungry?â You asked, fiddling with the string of your pajama shorts. You hadnât even had the chance to get changed into real clothes yet, since youâd been following Iris around all morning and making sure she was set to go.
âYes,â JJ answered, sounding frustrated. âIâve got this. We wonât even be gone long, sheâs going to be fine.â
You probably would have come up with another question, but you were all interrupted by the front door opening as someone let themselves into the house like they owned the place. You and JJ looked towards the direction of the hallway as the sound of footsteps trailed down it, even though you definitely already knew who it was.
âDada!â Iris practically squealed, and she ran as fast as her little legs would carry her towards the tall frame of her father, who was grinning like crazy and setting down a bag.
âThereâs my girl,â he said, crouching down with his arms open wide to catch her. She tripped over her own feet at the last second, falling against his chest as he wrapped his arms around her, standing to his full height again. Iris wrapped her tiny arms around his neck.
âShe was just about to head out for a date with Uncle JJ,â you said, smiling at your daughterâs laughing face.
Rafe looked away from her to give you a questioning look. âWhy is JJ taking her?â he asked like your brother wasnât even in the room. JJ rolled his eyes, but didnât bother to say anything.
âHe wanted to spend time with her,â you answered. âAnd I have a big exam to take so I needed a couple hours alone.â
Rafe looked at you like he was confused, concerned. He was protective of his girl. âIf you needed someone to watch her, you should have called me.â
âI know youâd watch her any time,â you said, not wanting to argue with him today. âBut JJ really has been wanting to take her to the park, so I told him he could.â
Rafeâs eyes finally went to JJ, and he scoffed with a roll of his eyes, but didnât push it. He sat Iris back down as JJ zipped up the diaper bag and slung it over his shoulder, picking up the car keys.
âAlright, little lady, ready to go?â JJ asked, a smile on his face as Iris danced around.
âGo! Go!â She chanted, jumping up and down. JJ picked her up, sitting her on his hip.
âAlright. Weâre gone,â he said, leaning over to give you a kiss on the cheek. âSee you guys later.â
âHave fun!â you called after them. âBe safe!â
JJ acknowledged you with a âYep!â and then the front door was closing, leaving you alone with Rafe.
You looked at him. He didnât look like he was in a rush to leave.
âWhat did you bring?â you asked, gesturing to the bag he had sat by his feet.
âOh, itâs nothing,â he shrugged. âJust some clothes.â
You laughed lightly to yourself - the little girl already had so many clothes, you werenât sure if sheâd be able to wear them all before she grew out of them.
You took the bag from him, sitting it down on the couch to go through later. You always liked to wash her clothes before letting her wear them, because who knows what kind of germs theyâve picked up in the store.
Rafe trailed behind you as you walked back into the kitchen, picking up the dishes from breakfast and washing them in the sink. He stood next to you without a word and helped by drying them after you washed.
When you were done, you turned around, leaning against the counter. Rafe picked up the stack of dishes and put them away in the cabinet they go in, before walking over to stand right in front of you. He reached up, pushing your hair behind your shoulder.
âYou look pretty,â he murmured, his eyes taking in your frame.
You laughed softly. âI havenât even changed out of my pajamas. I just rolled out of bed.â
A smile played at Rafeâs lips, his hand moving to rest on your cheek. âSo? Youâre always pretty.â
You rolled your eyes, but couldnât help the way your heart beat harder in your chest, your cheeks beginning to heat. âDidnât you have a date last night, Rafe?â
That made him chuckle. âYou knew about that, huh?â
You felt embarrassed, then. You werenât supposed to know that. The only reason you did was because Sarah had told you. You werenât supposed to care.
âIt was nothing,â he continued. âWe didnât really click. She wasâŚboring.â
You felt guilty for the satisfaction that brought you. Rafe hadnât had a serious girlfriend since you had gotten pregnant, and you liked it that way. You and Rafe werenât good for each other, you broke up long ago and it should stay that way. But you canât help how jealous you feel any time the topic of Rafe and another girl comes up, and Rafe always seems to catch an attitude with you for days every time you mention seeing a guy.
âWell Iâm sorry to hear that,â you lied, highly aware of how close he was standing to you now.
His thumb rubbed over your cheek before he moved it to your lips, tracing over them, pulling down slightly on your bottom lip.
âMissed youâŚâ he muttered, his voice low. You felt the vibrations of it through your own body.
Despite your best judgment, your mind went hazy around him. You could feel his breath against your cheek. âIâve missed you too,â you whispered back, like a fool.
He smirked at that, and then before you knew what was happening, he was leaning in, pressing his lips to yours. They molded together perfectly, as they always did. Rafeâs lips were soft against yours as he kissed you gently at first, almost as if he was testing the waters.
The kiss became more hungry before long, and then he was pressing his body closer to yours, one hand staying on your cheek while the other moved down to rest on your hip. He had his body pressed against yours, practically devouring you with his kiss, his tongue tracing along your bottom lip.
You let him in. Of course you did, you always do.
His tongue pressed into your mouth like it belongs to him. Thereâs never been anything shy about Rafe. You heard yourself moan into the kiss before you even realized it was you that made the noise, and you felt Rafeâs lips turn up into a grin as he kissed you.
His big hands trailed down your body until he bent down and they reached the backs of your thighs, then he was lifting you up, causing you to squeal and wrap your legs around his waist, giggling against his lips. He laughed too, and he began walking through the house and back towards your bedroom.
He dropped you on the bed and you looked up at him, already breathless. He wasted no time before he was crawling over you, his right hand leaning on the bed and his left sliding beneath the hem of your tank top. It slid up until he was cupping your bare breast, grabbing it and gently pinching at your nipple, drawing a moan from your lips.
He placed kisses all over your neck, gently biting every now and then, as his hand kept up its movements. âYou always had the perfect fucking tits,â he groaned against your skin.
He sat up, his other hand joining in on your other breast. He yanked your tank top up to palm at your tits more, giving himself full view of them, thoroughly enjoying himself. Eventually he pulled the thin material over your head entirely, tossing it onto the floor carelessly.
Then he leaned forward again, wrapping his lips around one of your nipples, making you moan in pleasure as his hand slipped beneath the waistband of your shorts. His fingertips traced along your pussy over your panties, feeling how wet the material was already. That made him groan against your tits, sending a shock of vibrations through your sensitive nipple.
âFeels like youâve been wanting this,â he said, satisfied with the effect he still has on you.
You didnât even bother denying that. You wanted him desperately. His every touch was like electricity, and all you wanted was to feel him inside you again.
His hand moved up to slip beneath your panties, and you gasped when you felt his fingertips teasing over your slick folds. He moved up to press his lips to yours again, kissing you passionately as he pressed a finger against your entrance.
âRafeâŚâ you breathed out against his lips, and he groaned at the sound of his name on your tongue. He never got tired of it.
âYou gonna be a good girl for me?â he asked, placing kisses around your mouth, over your cheek.
âYes,â you promised him. You would have promised him anything in that moment, you think.
He pushed one long finger into you then, and you whined, back arching slightly. His eyes darted down to your chest at the movement, and you would have laughed at his obsession with your tits if you werenât distracted by the feeling of his finger knuckle deep inside you.
He curled it up, pressing right up against that bundle of nerves deep inside you. Youâre losing your mind from one finger - it really had been too long.
He added in another finger, stretching you further, and you felt the cold from his ring as he pushed both fingers in all the way. It sent shivers through your body. You were desperate for him to move, to just fuck you already, but he always liked to take his time with you.
After what felt like an eternity, he slowly began to pull his fingers out before pushing them back in. The pace was agonizingly slow, but he was also pushing against that perfect spot every time he thrusted his fingers all the way back inside.
âMore, please,â you begged him, your eyes fluttering closed and body writhing beneath him with desperation. You began to push your hips down against his hand, begging him to move faster.
âLook at you,â he chuckled darkly, and you could hear the grin in his voice without having to open your eyes. âFucking yourself on my fingers. You were always such a needy little slut.â
You felt yourself blushing at his dirty words, but they also only turned you on more, and you started moving your hips along the length of his fingers even faster. He groaned at the sight of you, and he began thrusting his fingers into you at a powerful pace, wanting to reward you for being good for him.
His palm pressed against your clit, rubbing against it perfectly as he kept hitting that perfect spot over and over.
You felt that familiar feeling building deep in your belly, and your thighs began trembling. Rafe noticed, picking up his movements.
âFeel good, baby? Gonna cum on my fingers?â he teased, watching your face with full interest.
âYes,â you whined, feeling like your vision was going blurry. You felt it through every part of your body, and your pussy clenched tight around his fingers, which he couldnât get enough of.
Your orgasm crashed through you without warning and you cried out, body arching and hips rocking against his hand even harder. Rafe worked you through it, praising you, watching you come undone on nothing but his fingers.
âGood little whore,â he praised, watching you hungrily. âYou want my cock now?â
âYes!â you answered quickly, practically yelling it. âYes, please, Rafe.â
Satisfied with your answer, he removed his fingers from your pussy, making you whine at the empty feeling, despite the incredible orgasm you just came down from. Your eyes popped open and you made eye contact as he put his slick fingers in his mouth, sucking them clean with a groan.
He moved to his knees between your legs, pulling his own shirt over his head and tossing it away. You took in the sight of his muscular chest, toned abs, thick biceps. You felt like you were drooling over him. Your attention didnât escape his notice, and he laughed.
His big hands slid over your smooth tanned legs, from your calves to your thighs. He squeezed them, and then he was moving even further up, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your shorts and panties and pulling them down together.
When you were completely bare before him, he drank in your naked body, eyes raking over you with obvious hunger. You could see the prominent bulge in his khaki colored shorts, and you wanted so badly to reach out and touch it.
His hands moved to his belt, and he made quick work of his pants, undoing them and pushing them down his legs. He was left in his boxers, and you did reach forward then, trailing your fingers lightly over his clothed cock.
He groaned at your touch, his hips involuntarily bucking forward. He didnât say it, but you suspected it had been a while for him, too, and the thought of that pleased you. He gripped your wrist roughly, stopping your movements but looking like he really hadnât wanted to.
âI donât have long today,â he said, his breathing heavy now. âMade plans. We have to be quick.â
He pushed his boxers down his thighs, revealing his cock, already painfully hard and aching, pre cum smeared at his tip. You took in the sight of it like you were starving. He was so big, it had intimidated you the first time you slept together. Hell, it intimidated you now. You wanted to take him in your mouth, but thatâs not what he had in mind today.
He crawled back over you, leaning on his arms on either side of your shoulders. He leaned down to kiss you deeply, then moved to placing kisses along your jawline and down your neck, over your chest. It was nice, and you sighed at the feeling.
âYouâre still on the pill, right?â he questioned as you felt his thick length pressing up against your core. You shivered at the feeling.
âYes,â you answered. As cute as Iris was, you both could agree that you didnât need another accidental pregnancy when you werenât even together.
âGood,â he replied, and then he was reaching down between your bodies, lining his tip up with your entrance.
When he finally pushed inside you, you gasped at the stretch, gripping onto his biceps for leverage, which he loved. He pushed into you slowly, knowing it had been a while since youâd been together and not wanting to hurt you. When he bottomed out, he stilled, but his body was shaking like all he wanted to do was fuck into you senselessly.
You let out a shaky exhale, and he kissed you again.
âYou feel so perfect, like youâre made for me,â he breathed against your lips, and you moaned at his words.
âYou can move,â you told him. âI can take it.â
He groaned at that, and then he slowly pulled out until only the tip remained inside of you, and you found yourself hating the empty feeling he left behind. Then he pushed back in slowly yet powerfully with a roll of his hips, and you felt full again.
He set a gentle pace at first, rocking into you deeply but softly. He kissed you as he moved, distracting you from any potential pain, wanting to keep your focus on him and how good he makes you feel. Because no one does it like him.
âMore,â you pleaded when there was no trace of pain left, and all you wanted him to do was fuck you properly. âHarder, please, Rafe.â
You didnât have to tell him twice. He picked up the pace, rutting into your tight heat faster. He buried his face in your neck, groaning at the feeling of you wrapped so tightly around him.
Whimpers and moans fell from your own lips uncontrollably as he fucked you hard, his cock diving even deeper into you than you remembered and making you see stars. Your nails dug into his back, leaving deep red scratches that made him hiss in a mix of pain and pleasure. He loved it when you marked him up.
His sat up more on his knees and his hands grasped the bottoms of your thighs, pushing them up until they were pressed against your chest, making it harder to breathe but also letting him fuck you at a new angle that was impossibly deep and overwhelming.
You let out a strangled moan at the new feeling, and Rafe grunted harshly with every brutal thrust into your pussy.
âLove this fucking cunt,â he grunted out through gritted teeth, a slight sheen of sweat on his tanned skin. âAlways think about it. Always come back to it. Canât fucking get enough of it.â
He moved one hand back to your clit, rubbing circles over it as he fucked you deep. You gasped, moaning loudly as he built up another orgasm in your body, that familiar heat spreading all over you.
âRafeâŚâm so closeâŚâ you whined out, which only made him move even harder.
âCum for me again, baby. All over my cock this time. You can do it, baby, Iâm right here.â heâs breathing heavily as he speaks, his own release building rapidly.
The tension snaps, and you cum hard, thighs trembling around his body and his name spilling from your lips like a prayer. He worked you through it again, his fingers continuing to work circles over your clit until it became too much.
When you came down from your second high and were left a shaking mess beneath him, he moved both hands back to grip your thighs against your chest as he fucked into you roughly, chasing his own high that was so, so close.
âGonna fill you up in a second, baby,â he grunts out, watching the way you look up at him, looking completely cock drunk because of him. âYou want that?â
âYes,â you managed to tell him, your body weak now. âWant you to cum in me deep.â
âYeah?â he questioned, your words clearly doing something to him. âI bet you would like that. I bet youâd love if I put another baby in you, wouldnât you, whore?â
All you could do was moan in response, taking everything he gave you. His pace began to falter, his hips stuttering as he took everything he wanted from you. He pushed into you as deep as he could, stilling, leaning forward to bury his face in your neck again as he groaned loudly and filled you deeply. You grasped the back of his head as he came inside you, holding him close.
He didnât move for a minute when he was done. He stayed on you, catching his breath, as you held him back.
Eventually he pulled out of you, collapsing next to you with a big sigh. He wiped his hand across his forehead, breathing heavily. It was silent but for the sounds of the two of you catching your breath.
Finally, you spoke. âYou really missed me, huh?â you teased him, looking over at his naked form on your bed.
He laughed, lifting himself up. ââCourse I did. I always do.â He stood from the bed and began to pull his clothes back on, tossing you yours as he found them. When he was dressed, you finally stood from the bed, still naked, about to head into the bathroom for a shower.
âI gotta get going,â Rafe said, pulling his shoes back on. âBut Iâll see you soon.â
âYeah. I have to do my exam.â You watched him as he stood, his full 6â2â form towering over you.
âIâll text you,â he said, leaning forward and placing a kiss on your cheek. It felt intimate, and it made you blush. âGive Iris kisses for me when they get home. Let me know she gets back safe.â
âI will,â you promised him.
He gave you one last smile, and then he was gone. You heard the front door closing as you gathered up some clean clothes to change into after your shower.
When you got out of the shower, you smiled to yourself as you saw the missed text from Rafe. You opened it, and rolled your eyes as you read it, but you couldnât wipe the grin off your face anyway.
Rafey
Miss you already.
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Since Iâve been encouraged to actually share my funny little blorbo ideas hereâs another one gang;
Danny moves to Gotham on scholarship for engineering, because the Fentons may be infamous but theyâre also insanely brilliant and besides both he and Jazz are showing every sign of embarrassed child of a super genius syndrome, so while the bats are keeping a close eye on him Just In Case, duke is also thinking of introducing him to the Our Parents Are Maniacs But Anyway club maybe after the first month or so.
Gotham does not go for standard dorm living bc of his âconditionâ and lack of wanting to constantly spook/gaslight a roommate. Besides, living with two small children is a dorm sounds like a disaster in action.
So Danny signs up as a mechanic in Crime Alley, buys himself a teeny weensy lil apartment and Makes It Work. He has been all year after showing up with a de aged Dani and Dan in Amnity after all, and that had gone,,, fine? (The entire town, observing how Danny had been getting increasingly more uncomfortable around his godfather prior to the cloning incident, then just dropped off the face of the earth for several months, the first two weeks stuck in Vladâs basement enduring horrors and the next Too Many desperately fapping around in the Ghost Zone to get everything handled. All the clones live, all 13 of them. Bunch of them are stuck in the Ghost Zone due to constant need for ectoplasm, but eh, plenty of Zone born never leave, so. One, in the future, apprentices under a green warrior lady on Pandoraâs suggestion, another is working in the Eternal Library with Ghost Writer, etc etc. so Danny eventually came back to Amnity with one small child under each arm very obviously traumatized by Somethingn with vlad and doesnât like being alone with him,,, or touched without warning,, and immediately and passionately proclaims the kids his but struggles to explain how or why,, look some very reasonable assumptions are drawn okay. So the town does the very reasonable thing and does the midwestern equivilant of excommunicating Vlad, except itâs a lot more run him out with pitchforks vibes since heâs the Mayor. Anyway)
He is immediately loved, because while non Gothamites are usually more of a pain than theyâre worth, everyone in a while someone even from out of town will just fit in so nicely itâs uncanny for everyone involved. Addams family vibes, itâs referred to as âmaking it homeâ, just personal hc. He is protective of all the kids playing in the parks and street girls that can totally take care of themselves on their corners but find it HILARIOUS when he just tackles a dick like a wild animal full force no warning. He can fix anything it seems, but refuses to work with weapons. Reasonable enough, people get twitchy about gangs sometimes. Danny mentions being not against Hood or anything, but heâs not going to work for him, littles to take care of and all, but had past experience with âDora and that inheritance mess with her brother he was being a real prick aboutâ so everyone assumes itâs the equivilant of him having Done His Time and being plenty good for a life time and respects it as long as none of that petty midwestern small town hotshots bring any of that shit over here. And they donât, because said individuals are on the other side of the mortal veil, so happy day.
See I really love deaged!Dan because heâs just a grumpy lil guy. But heâs also killed millions. Heâs so protective of his loved ones, but held back by blending in and also being Smol that it comes off more bitey kitten than anything else. Dani, of course, is a terror, so she fits right in with the crowd.
And sorry gang, but a bunch of kids on their own in Gotham in a poor side of the city just isnât going to get any attention: thatâs just business as usual really. What first gets attention on Danny is not his âconditionâ or being mistaken for a meta (which he legally probs has an argument for even without the gene bc like these bitches donât know how metaism works anyway so) or alien (Iâm 90% sure heâd be covered by the alien protection act by virtue of being half ânot from earthâ), but because Danny despite best efforts is a Weird Guy.
He grew up in what could only be described as a low level villain level and spent most of high school dealing with smack downs and spiritual invasion. Heâs never really processed that any of that is not in fact Normal. Also, heâs capable of making Anything if given the insides of a toaster, blender and alarm clock, and could probably rewrite the circuits of the apartment blindfolded and improve them 1000% even if it ABSOLUTELY would not be up to code.
And sure, things slip every once in a while, bits of spectral ice here, small floating incident there, but everyone just Minds Their Buisness ya know? You really gunna mess with the guy that personally ensured that when your car got flattened by a fight with Killer Croc, you were still able to get in to work the next day by some wizardry? Really?
But Gotham is a city so cursed itâs probably in the exponents countwise, so of course there is a) a flourishing community of magic users and assorted supernatural weirdos and b) a whole lot of shit for Mega Overpowered Ghost King Danny to idly pick at day to day in order to help with his protecting other Obsession. Gotham has plenty of heroes, but by god do they need the spiritual equivilant of an electrician/priest.
Still, Danny, as a baby ancient under a facet of Kronos and KING OF THE DEAD is like, way, way out of their scope to be able to grok, so it mostly just comes off as you know, a family of banshees or something. When asked, Danny very haltingly says he was briefly dead but then revived, which neatly explains his Weird Ass aura and makes it SPECTACULARLY AWKWARD to ask further about. So everyone nods politely, and goes back to their lives after double checking no nefarious bullshit was being pulled.
Then, of course, Vlad finally tracks them down. The whole neighborhood is altered in short order because he doesnât bother trying to hide being a Rich Bitch or how heâs sneering down his nose at people on the sidewalk. Every connects the dots when Danny paniks. Dani and Danâs daycare are staffed with some extra, very buff set of hands within the hour. Jerry, Hoodâs third in command, personally shows up to the garage Danny is working at to talk things out with him bc he knows he does t like the deal with this stuff due to past unspecified circumstances but well, they guys had already started fucking with him, you see. Stole his tires, spray painted the windows, pickpocketed him blind, and when he retreated tipped off the police to the drugs theyâd planted in the glove box.
Danny might not have been born in Gotham, but he was one of them. And the Alley takes care of it own.
#basically I want a fic where itâs not the Batfam but Gotham itself latching onto Danny#also more angy lil baby man Dan in big puffy coats being protective#dp x dc#dc x dp#gotham
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