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Well ummm I managed to make it through and there were a few things that made it worth it but god this really is the trial of the century
Hornblower as a character is like catnip to me but C.S. Forester is so so annoying <3
#the things that i will do for my funky little autistic guy (gn) and his boyfriend :')#the blurb on the back of ship of the line mentioned the words 'catalonia' and i am so close to just giving up and imagining my own series#i don't want to hear what he has to say. don't touch anything on the iberian peninsula ever again pls and thx#i hate cs forester so much i wish he would come back to life again just so i could kill him with my own two hands#the second i finish this series i'm writing my own stuff and just throwing canon out the window i literally do not care#listen i'm not saying patrick o'brian was a saint by any account but god i did not realize how low the bar was#is2g if i have to read another spaniard written by forester (let alone. god forbid. a black or asian character) i will bite something#and don't even begin to get me started on any of his female characters#tbh all the characters except like hornblower and bush are so flat as well like there's no saving graces#better to just take the cool little guys and put them in a different story#it just drives me insane because like. hornblower is so incredibly complex and compelling#and then he just gets dropped in the middle of a story that does Nothing to address those complexities#augh ugh kicking biting screaming crying etc etc#i hate you forester i hate your guts and i am coming for you for your crimes so watch out#perce rambles#hornblower#percy yells at cecil scott#<- this deserves this
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Hello! I was wondering if you could do the Dormleaders' reactions to Yuu who, given that they're from another world, is immune to any and all magic spells.
Example: Riddle's 'Off With Your Head' doesn't make a collar on their neck, 'King's Roar' doesn't affect them at all, 'It's A Deal' doesn't take anything from Yuu and acts like any ordinary contract, etc.
However, this means any healing spells has no effect, forcing Yuu to heal on their own.
Thank you for reading this!
*à©â©â§âË magic immune reader
type of post: headcanons characters: riddle, leona, azul, kalim, vil, idia, malleus additional info: romantic or platonic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu
out of all the dorm leaders, Riddle would be the most annoyed
...not that 'Off With Your Head' would've done much, anyway
you have no magic to take away
but... it's the meaning!
it's symbolic!
even a plain old collar would be punishment enough
but he can't even do that!
hopefully, you're not the type to misbehave, so he won't have to worry about it
if you are...
...expect to spend a lot of your week trimming the hedges around Heartslabyul as punishment
*à©â©â§âË
Leona doesn't even know until his overblot
...well...
until after his overblot
everyone keeps going on about how lucky you are
(personally, he doesn't see what's so great about being magic-repellent, but sure)
he's... glad you're okay
not that he'd ever admit that...
just don't let it get to your head, alright?
being immune to magic means both bad and good spells
and he's not going to be sanding you again anytime soon
*à©â©â§âË
Azul is PISSSSSED lmao
all that work he's put into his latest business venture
and for what??
you're not even BOUND by his contracts!
he has a hard time saying goodbye to Ramshackle...
what a nice cafe it would have made...
but, still
there's got to be some way he can use this to his advantage
he's an adaptable man
and he's always looking for a new assistant
*à©â©â§âË
Kalim is only a little disappointed
first, you can't even cast a spell
now you can't have any cast on you?
you're missing out on all his great party tricks!!!
but... oh, well
he thinks of it as an adventure, or a fun challenge
magicless parties sound kinda cool, right?
and Jamil says it's probably for the better, and Kalim trusts his judgment
(...for now, at least, cough cough)
*à©â©â§âË
not counting the... VDC incident, Vil doesn't care
unlike your annoying friends, he has no reason to curse you
and he can certainly think of many magicless punishments should you ever misbehave
so, no
not really something that crosses his mind
even when you're unwell (because, of course, he's the first to tend to you), he prefers using natural remedies before magical ones
to him, it's just another piece of the strange puzzle that is you
*à©â©â§âË
honestly what is Idia going to do
open the gates of hell on you?
nah
even boring spells would be too much effort for a guy like him
he does find you kinda interesting, though
I mean, being immune to magic in this place is a total buff!
imagine a group of NPCs firing magic at you, and you're like, wham! whew! zoooom!
...in his own words, anyway
(it's not actually that cool)
*à©â©â§âË
Malleus...
where do I even start?
he's so reliant using magic that he can almost sense there's something different about you right away
one on hand, it's a good thing
he worries about you, you know? the students at this school can get... unruly
on the other hand, knowing that you won't respond to magical healing is... worrying
he tries not to think about it so much
his overblot is a different story, though
if he can't put you to sleep, what can he do? trap you at NRC with him forever?
actually... I take it back, he'd totally do that
#twisted wonderland x reader#twst x reader#queued#riddle rosehearts x reader#leona kingscholar x reader#azul ashengrotto x reader#kalim al asim x reader#vil schoenheit x reader#idia shroud x reader#malleus draconia x reader
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TORA AU TIME YES ITS THAT TIME OF YEAR AGAIN !!!
Ok so first, quoting this from a previous tora au post:
Personal take here: I don't think Itachi likes being in charge! That boy is a born, built, and bred shinobi who follows what he is told to a perfect T, no matter how blatantly horrifically awful the order is! Even if hates it with all of his heart! He'll still fucking do it! And then only blame himself for it and not the guy who fucking ordered it! Because he'll still obey that guy after! Which also adds another fun layer of irony bc hes supposed to be clan head one day! To me, Itachi is a fascinating subject of having an unshakable, unbreakable iron willâ and also having absoloutley no spine To be fair tho was also like. Fuckin 13. He was fucked up and was tricked at a very, very young age and unfortunatley that one mistake came to chain him to that one specific way of thinking. If he came to grow out of that way of thinking, he'd first have to admit he'd made a mistake, which wasn't gonna happen bc it was too late for regrets. But anyways: With Tora here Itachi has another "voice of reason" to help steer him away from other voices who might otherwise bind him. There isn't as much pressure on only him + Shisui to here and now choose what they (and only they) will choose to do to save the entire clan or Konoha Tora is a natural leader and quick to take charge, and Itachi is ok with that. When Itachi chooses to speak, he is listened to carefully and his opinions are taken seriously, which is all he can ask for tbh. Otherwise he's allowed to sit there and look pretty till given a nice, neatly wrapped plan approved by 2 people he can really, truly trust. So he's doing a bit better mentally than canon Anyways, in this AU I think Itachi should actually get to semi-retire as a shinobi and actually Sasuke gets to be clan head bc his brother ain't built for it. Plus it can play more into the stuff I was talking ab earlier about Sasuke struggling a lot more than those around him to learn different stuff (sealing especially) only to come out as one of the most terrifying in what he eventually masters. Let the second son inherit!! Let Sasuke have a defining character moment where he decides he wants to help guide the clan, and he's forced to kind of get over his brother worship to confront Itachi to say he doesn't think he'd make the best clan head. And Itachi let's out this sigh of relief he did not know he has been holding for his entire life and tells Sasuke he's proud of him.
With that in mind ^
I think the ultimate ironic pairing for the finale of the Tora AU would be Tora and Itachi ending up together, but with Itachi as the retired ninja housewife and Tora the big boi breadwinner
The ultimate fuck you twist call back to all Tora's parents talk of Tora needing to find a "good man to take care of you" + irony from them originally cheering Tora on when they learned he and itachi were friends bc they thought he'd snag him as a husband and the culmination of Itachi's "I don't really want to be in charge actually" arc
I love a full circle !!
Sasuke is Itachi's best man and Shisui is Tora's and Kakashi gets to walk Tora down the isle instead of his parents who he has no real attachment to
Actually POV I fucking kill off the Haruno's and Tora and Sakura have to deal w the death of their parents, who they both had very complicated relationships with but relationships nonetheless
Mmm I kinda like that, putting that in my back pocket for now
I honestly don't even know how the romance would happen, tbh I'm not the biggest romance fan but I just love the progression of it in the narrative. I think it'd be a cool end to their story, I'll sweat the little details later
Maybe they aren't even in love fr fr
Oh my god wait no hear me out
HEAR ME OUT
Itachi getting out of being clan head via marrying Tora. Don't ask me how this works. They aren't even like in love or anything but Itachi is using Tora as a political shield to fuck off and enjoy his housewife retirement actually.
Tora is similarly using this for one of his infamous political plots somehow, it's all part of his master plan and as usual itachi is just happy to go along for the ride
,,,the perfect queer platonic besties end to their arc ,, I love it this is my new ideal endgame
Sasuke drops that he's gonna fight Itachi to be clan head and Itachi one ups him by going "oh cool. Guess I don't need to marry Tora then."
Queue Sasuke spit take "You don't need to WHAT"
"Yeah we were gonna get married as part of a 10 step plan to help Tora take over the clan council + get me out of being clan head by abusing some old laws Tora found."
"??????????"
"I guess I'll tell Tora we don't need to do it anymore. I'm happy for you, little brother."
"???????????????????"
Anyways yeah, thinking ab tora au again.
I just finished re-reading my vault fic chapter for it and am having Thoughts(tm)
#birds fic talk#tora haruno au#itachi uchiha#uchiha itachi#sasuke uchiha#uchiha sasuke#naruto#uchiha clan#shinobi politics
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So a thing Iâve noticed about necron booksâŠ
I do not think it is controversial to say that Robert Rath and Nate Crowley really defined how a lot of us (especially me) view necrons in modern 40k lore. They did so much heavy lifting to take the faction that was literally just Terminator ripoff (aka Tyranids but worse) and make them into characters.
But they did it in such different and almost contradictory ways. And I think it boils down to this:
Rath's necrons are gods who were once mortal. Crowley's necrons are mortals forced to become gods.
(disclaimer: I don't think one author is "more correct" or whatever. Different characters experience the universe in different ways, embrace a little subjectivity does objective truth even exist?)
Let's start with Crowley. In both Severed and Twice Dead King, memories and bodies are defining features of their narratives. Oltyx can and does revisit his memories at will (not without consequence get your pins out and put em in). He is haunted by disphorakh, this feeling that he should have an organic body but does not and that this disconnect is actually killing him. The flayed ones' whole existence is steeped (literally) in flesh and blood and disphoria.
On the slightly less extreme end, in Severed Obyron remembers the flesh times vividly: the battles, the people, who and what he's lost. They are fighting the manifestation of what Obyron fears becoming: a mindless machine, âseveredâ from his past experiences. And the ultimate stakes in a Crowley book? Loss of memory. Loss of self. Obyron and Oltyx pay this price throughout their stories, and it eats away at them. Necrodermis makes their physical selves immortal, but their minds? Just as mortal as ever. If not even more so. The people they are were formed in flesh times, and all immortality does is wear away at them as they desperately try to cope.
Robert Rath's necrons? Not so much. Sure, Trazyn and Orikan angst about their loss of memory, but the memories of flesh for them are so distant and unreliable that they could not build their personalities around them even if they wanted to. Trazyn's link to the past is external: objects he has collected. Orikan... what memories he has of his past are fuzzy and in some cases straight up manipulated. That's distressing, but not enough to totally rock his sense of self. Thatâs a stark contrast to how Crowleyâs necrons operate.
We all know the iconic Old Man Fight from Infinite and the Divine. Where Rath describes Trazyn and Orikan fighting and points out how stupid it would be back in the flesh times? Just two nerds hitting each other with canes. Well the flip side of that is that what is actually happening is NOT two nerds slapping each other but two immortals with incomprehensible power battling on a scale mortals cannot process.
Rathâs necrons operate on scales mortals barely understand. Oh, the Greek gods destroyed one city? Troy took em ten years? Trazyn and Orikan wiped out a planet's population by accident. And they are both so divorced from mortality that they don't care. Sheesh, Trazyn is so alienated from the idea of a body that in War in the Museum he informs a woman that heâs filled her up with her own dead sisters organs and I legit believe he thought this would make her feel better.
I adore both approaches! The differences in character and perspective, how they relate to the world and themselves. Yes, it creates contradictions in the lore (like why doesnât Trazyn lose his shit knowing people like Zahndrekh or Oltyx justâŠremember necrontyr society perfectly clearly) but I aggressively do not care. I love the varying explorations or power, the nature of the self, the truth that none of these people have survived immortality âin tact.â Those are exactly the things that make necrons my favorite 40k faction. Hell, one of my favorite sci if aliens ever. Because both approaches are haunting and hilarious and poignant and so damn cool.
SoâŠuhâŠthanks guys. Yeah.
#necrons#warhammer 40k#the infinite and the divine#the twice dead king#severed#i just think they're neat#contemplations on the self without a soul#Immortality sucks but HOW it sucks is the more interesting question#All of it is very gay
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Ive lose the ask asking for my transmasc!Leo headcanon TT but i have them written down so imma post em like that
Leo transmasc headcanon
(many things are based on my own experience. Especially the dysphoria related things (so when i talk about Leo not being a real boy it is what he thinks bc of dysphoria. Itâs not true.))
(warning angst angst (but thats Leo so that was expected)
it was so obvious even when he was small. He always wanted to play with boys, wear boys clothes, ect⊠His mom was fine with it. She bought him boys toys and clothes and even sometimes called him hijo. She was a bit confused, but she knew it made her child happy and it's all that mattered.Â
However, it didnât go that well with his foster homes. However much he tried, they always stuck to his deadname and she/her. That was a big part of the reason he kept running away.Â
There really is no story behind the name Leo. He picked that one bc it sounded cool.Â
Once he got a good enough passing, he did everything he could so ppl will assume heâs cis.
Donât ask me how he gots his hands on hrt. Itâs a long and weird story.
The wilderness school was very strict about not mixing girls and boys in dorms.Â
Piper was his roommate, thatâs how they met.Â
In their memories created by Hera, Jason has kinda always known heâs trans. So Leo never bothered to hide it from Jason (as he does with others).
But Jason doesnât have much (any) education on transidentity⊠At first he assumed Leo was a cis guy, and then some things were a bit confusing (why was he in fem dorms ? Why does he wear a tank top under his shirt ? Did he just ask Piper for a tampon???) but he just kinda gave up on trying to understand, bc Leo is a nice guy anyways. And with time (and exterior knowledge on the matter) he started to put the pieces together and to understand that âooh ok that makes sense".Â
Otherwise. Leo has no desire to get out of his comfortable closet.Â
He has such a fragile masculinityÂ
Sometimes he acts a little bit macho. Heâs aware heâs acting like an asshole but heâs terrified of being perceived as feminine.Â
Why does he try to flirt with every girl he sees ? Another attempt to pass better (and comfort himself in his fragile masculinity) by copying stereotypical boys' things.
He overbind so much, GODS. Man will wear his binder for 11h straight (while fighting and running around) and then have the audacity to complain that his body hurts.
Piper tries very hard to remind him to take proper breaks.Â
Jason is the biggest gender envy ever. He is handsome, tall, muscular⊠Leo really loves him but he also is so jealous and envious.Â
He is very envious of other boys in general.Â
When Percy got woken up in the middle of the night and left his cabin shirtless. When Frank went to take a break in the menâs restroomâŠ
Gods, he would do anything to just be a normal boy. To be like them. To have their bodies. To not have to destroy his body to look slightly more masculine. To not have this constant fear that theyâre gonna find out.Â
And to add to the reasons why he felt so much like the 7th wheel : Among the 7 there are 3 girls, 3 boys⊠And Leo. Forever inbetween. Not a girl, but not a boy like the others either.Â
Fortunately, with time he learnt to accept himself better and to feel more comfortable with others.Â
Piper helped him to go easier on himself. And he had an actual proper talk with Jason.
The first person he actually came out to was probably Annabeth, bc sheâs cool and wise and nice.Â
And then he saw it actually was ok. She didnât treat him any differently, she didnât tell anyone else. She was cool with it.
He then told Frank and Hazel, with Piperâs help (mostly to explain to Hazel all those new terms). And it also went very great ! He then also told Percy and Nico.Â
Heâs not entirely out, just to his closest friends and his siblings at camp. And itâs enough.Â
He still overbinds, but he has ppl to (discreetly) remind him to take care of himself. Heâs still very dysphoric but his loved ones know how to remind him that he is their brother, an amazing boy.
#pjo#percy jackon and the olympians#percy jackson#leo valdez#heroes of olympus#hoo#pjo hoo toa#pjo headcanon
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I feel this is cringe but it itches the back of my mind like no other⊠since itâs late 60s early 70s in tf2, mercs reaction to there being a new recruit who is a female pilot? Iâm sorry if this sounds like? Hyper specific ? But sheâs like hot biker/pilot bitch who is like the epitome of Cool Girl (tm) flared ripped jeans and tight tank tops yk?
GOING INSANE OVER THIS ITS SUCH A COOL IDEA
I'm so sorry about how long it took to make this and how short it is, I'm trying to do all my requests in order of what I received em ww
TF2 Mercs x Badass Fem Pilot! Reader Headcannons
Wc: 730
Themes: uhh Fluff? Romantic and platonic depends on character
A/N: Sniper bias whoop
A/N 2: okay so. I try to stray away from fem reader stuff but this THIS is a complete exception because I love the idea sm
Taglist: @emotionally-alive-sniper @moopy-milk @skeleton-stomper-xoxo @emotionallyunwellmedic @physically-robotic-medic
Masterlist
âââ  ïœĄïŸâ: *.✠.* :âïŸ. âââ
Scout:Â
-God,, he is immediately in love with your style and vibes.
-Yes, in a simpery way
-Will absolutely fumble on words and flirt miserably
-"Hey girl are you a pilot cause uh youâre really cool"
-Absolutely will find clothes that he thinks suits your style and be your #1 hypemanÂ
Soldier:
-Wants to touch all the buttons
-"SHOW ME YOUR MEDALS!!!!!!"
-Does respect the effort and time youâve put into training definetly. But is always asking you to prove yourself
-Okay you can pilot but can you do 30 pushups. Right here right now.
Pyro:
-Doesnât think of you any differently if youâre female
-A new cool friend!!
-Just an adorable little goober. Okay maybe they get to sit in the front sometimes
-Loves loves loves making drawings of you and them and planes!!!! And clouds
Heavy:Â
-Protective older brother.
-He is SO overprotective of you. You remind him too much of his sisters.
-Youâre strong just like them but,, itâs just scary, yâknow? He misses them
-Often just kinda chills around- and wonât stand for ANY harassment or anything rude. AHEM spy AHEM
-And the clear bias for you? Itâs honestly funny at times
-He definetly makes you sandviches and just. Silently takes care of you
Engie:
-Rocket boosters for the planes. Heâs gonna bring it up on multiple occasions
-Makes you little plane trinkets out of wood and stuff!! Pyro paints them :]
-Is so interested in infodumping about mechanical stuff with you- heâs glad he has somebody that just. GETS HIM yknow?
-If you need someplace to go chill away from the chaos that the mercs usually bring, the workshopâs your go-to. Late night convos are the best with this man
Demo:
-Roughhouses!!
-Treats you like one of the guys
-Respectfully ofc but. Youâre getting noogies
-Will be offering you beer n stuff, he treats you like a really good friend
-Lives for your vibes
-He thinks youâre so badass!! Hell yeah!!!
Medic:
-Kay so. You probably had to go through lots of training right?? So!;
-Rivalry for first aid.
-Hear me out
-Everyone all of a sudden wants you to help make them feel better when they get small injuries because of the one time you mentionned you had to do a buttload of first-aid courses
-So. Lots of who can make it to the scene and get (injured person) back on their feet the quickest
-Does ask you if youâve ever expirinenced or witnessed anything wild- such as big crashes, and how people dealt with the situations
-Loves your stories despite pretending to hate you- itâs just a friendly rivalry!
Sniper:
-Heâs not one to really apprach you, but he does definetly admire you from a distance.
-He thinks youâre too cool for him :(Â
-But eventually one day, youâll ctach him stargazing- and youâd have the amazing idea of bringing him for a ride just the two of you so that you can see the stars
-.God maybe he just fell in love I MEAN WHAT????? ANYWAys
-He LOVES stargazing with you!!
-You get to tell eachother stories and itâs overall really calming- a nice from the hectic mercenary life
-He also happens to know a fair bit about constellations, so heâll infodump unconsiously if you let him :)Â
Spy:
-Spyyyy⊠dislikes your ideals, and has traditional values
-Not a fan of the way you hold yourself, but will eventually warm up a bit
-Im sorry,, I just donât like Spy aheh anyways
-You probably end up showing off your skills- not of purpose though, just- you seen a natural at what you do, and thatâs when he sees that maybe thereâs a reason youâre such a big deal
(Bonus!) All:
-They all fight over who gets to sit in the passenger seat. Some are more civil about it, for example Engineer or Heavy- but they still want to sit in the front for their own reasons. You may have walked into the room only to find all the mercs fighting iver whoâs calling shotgun for the next ride.
âI AM GOING TO PRESS ALL THE BUTTONS!â
âNO WAY CHUCKLEFUCK, IâM SITTINâ NEXT TA THE HOT CHICK!â
âNo. Heavy will sit next to pilot for protection. Is only fair.â
âYaâll- I have some things Iâd like to see up close in the cockpit, I think I should be next.â
âMmhhph!!!â
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Sep.20.23
#x reader#fanfic#tf2#team fortress 2#team fortress two#tf2 scout#tf2 pyro#tf2 soldier#tf2 sniper#tf2 mesic#tf2 heavy#tf2 demo#tf2 spy#team fortress 2 x reader#tf2 headcannons
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ALELNOAH ALENOAH ALENOAH NOAH LITTLE ALE BIG
i actually have another ask pending thatâs exactly like this pending so this one willl be a headcanon dump, the other will be an art post :-)
i hope i interpreted this correctly? iâve listed headcanons for these two already but never them as a duo. this was fun to put together
⊠alejandro (cg):
- found out noah regressed sometime after world tour
- had researched a bit on it prior, and gladly accepted to be his caretaker when he regressed around him for the first time
- (didnât understand fully at first so he did have some minor slip ups, but he really does care and wants to make him feel better during it. theyâre both learning :-) peace and love)
- definitely a user of affectionate nicknames. both languages. i am verbally disadvantaged so no examples.
- usually takes noah outside to parks or to go grocery shopping (probably tries to get away with putting noah in the cart when they do)
- doesnât have others over often, but when he does itâs usually heather and/or cody
- rarely gets frustrated with him, and even when he does he doesnât take it out on him, usually going to cool off before returning. father of the year
- i feel like they often have joke with each other, especially when noahâs at an older age just because they both think itâs the funniest thing ever.
ïżœïżœ: âcan you read me another story? pleeeeeeaase?â
đȘ: âwell, yes, but if i do, youâll have to give something to me in return.â
đ: âfiiiiineee, then⊠iâll read you one tomorrow.â
đȘ: ââŠhm. seems good enough to me! deal!â
(they share a handshake.)
⊠noah (reg):
- accidentally slipped around ale one day. didnât act too significantly differently, but it was enough for him to notice. (he did NOT mean to and that was NOT how he planned for him to find out)
- he basically got quieter and more unreceptive, and when he did talk to him it was short and flat. almost like he was trying to hide something.
- was hesitant at first, but eventually grew more comfortable to having alejandro around while regressed (the only other people who had been beforehand were owen and izzy)
- iâve mentioned my headcanons for him many times in the past. basic stuff. age range is 0-5, heâs on the laid back side but isnât completely docile (unless at a very low age)
- fakes being asleep to be carried (alejandro knows but he does anyway)
- his most common nickname for alejandro is âjandro.â (edit, oct 30, it didnât register when i first typed it in. oops!!!)
- isnât often fussy or anything. easy enough to manage, even for a guy like alejandro (anger issues.)
- heâs a bit of a crybaby at times (and ale does a great job at calming him down) ((but he HAS had to begrudgingly call owen for advice at times.))
đ: (he picks up the phone.) âhello? oh, al! itâs owen!â
đȘ: âal-e-jandro. owen, i need help.â
đ: (he gasps.) âwhatâs going on? are you okay? or is noahââ
đ: (he goes up to the phone, only making incoherent noises.)
đȘ: âi think he left some of his stuff over at your place. do you mind if we could come over to get it? heâs really upset.â
đ: âright, i think iâve got it here! always ready!â
#total drama#total drama agere#fandom agere#noahâs headcanons#td noah#td alejandro#alenoah#LONGER THAN I EXPEXTED IM SO SORRY LOL
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Naughty or Nice - Chapter 10
Summary:Â After a confrontation, Negan finally erupts on Hershel for the way he is with his daughters. Y/N opens up to Negan about what she discovered with Beau.
Characters:Â Negan, the reader (OC), Beau, Maggie, Hershel, etc.
AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51464518/chapters/133666453
Warnings:Â Swearing, fluff, angst, smut, etc.
Notes:Â I'm working really hard to get this story done. I've written a lot of it and have most of it done, just have to edit it and put it up. Thanks to those that take the time to comment. You guys really make my day.
A soft rustling sound filled the air drawing Negan to lift his head up from the pillows. Amongst the darkness, he saw nothing. That was one thing about being in the attic, it sure did get dark at night. Faint footsteps were heard and it made him smile. Getting more comfortable in the bed, Negan pretended to be sleeping. After he left Y/N and Beau, Negan just came upstairs and let things cool down which took a while. With how long Y/N was being in returning to him, he was starting to think that she had forgotten about him, but with the bottom of the bed dipping he was happy that it seemed otherwise. A soft tug of the sheets was felt before they were being thrown up so she could crawl under them up the bed.
âWhat in the world are you doing?â Negan snickered feeling the warmth of hands caressing up and over his thighs toward his hips. Sucking on his bottom lip, Negan hummed and dropped his head back into the pillows. Huffing out, he felt fingers hooking into the waistband of his pajamas tugging on them along with his boxer briefs. âOh, I see.â
Lifting his hips, Negan helped get the material down to the bottom of his waist and he swallowed down hard. It did only seem fair that since Y/N left him with a set of blue balls that she would come back and make up for it. An amused breath fell from his throat when he felt the warmth of breath over his manhood. The only thing he could see in the darkness was the movement under the blankets when faint kisses were being pressed over his hip, âAre you making up for earlier? Youâll have to do a good job because the blue balls are pretty bad.â
Hooking his arms behind his head, Negan stretched out his body and felt delicate fingers wrapping around the base of his cock giving his body small strokes. They were soft at first, working to get him hard and he hummed out. Pretty quickly the jerking motions got a little more aggressive and it made Negan grunt. This was a different choice of pace.
Closing his eyes, he felt the warmth of a mouth surrounding his semi erect cock and let out a long exhale. It was an attempt to get him fully hard and he knew that. It was vastly different than earlier, but the movements continued until she pulled her mouth away to stroke her fingers over his saliva covered length that was now rigid in her grasp.
âCome on,â Negan hissed, arching his hips upward toward her caress. This felt like another round of torturing him after what happened earlier. âIf you want me coming down your throat, you have to do a whole lot better than that.â
Wincing, Negan felt the lips wrapping back around his body and he let out an uncomfortable breath with how rough she was being. Lowering his hand, he placed it over her head over the blankets and lifted his head up. Trying to fix the pace of her movements, Negan found himself frustrated with how much it actually hurt in comparison to felt good, âListen, I know I said I wanted to come down your throat and you want payback for earlier, but you donât have to suck the flesh off the damn thing.â
Getting up on his elbows, Negan grunted reaching over to turn on the light that was beside the bed. Flicking it on, he pulled back the sheets and let out a shocked gasp when it revealed that it was Maggie beneath the sheets. Immediately he reached to pull her from his body and pulled himself up on the bed to press his back against the headboard.
âMaggie!â Neganâs voice came out angry with confusion flooding into her green eyes. âWhat the fuck are you doing?â
âWas it that bad?â she was surprised to see Negan reacting that way to her trying to give him a blowjob. Swiftly, Negan tugged his pants back up over his hips and huffed. âI know itâs been a while since Iâve given you a blowjob, but I just thought I would come up here since itâs been a while and I thought we could use some personal time.â
âRough would be an understatement when it came to the blowjob,â Negan reached down to wrap his fingers around his erection to give it a squeeze. Overwhelmed, he lowered his head and cussed out to himself knowing that he thought it was Y/N sneaking into his room to finish the job that she started earlier. âWhat were you doing?â
âWell, I was planning on coming in here to get you hard and thought about riding you as a surprise, but then you started talking about wanting to come down my throat,â she reminded him, getting comfortable on her knees and frowning at the way that Negan was acting. âIt was probably because it was dark. You know that I like seeing what Iâm doing. I can do better.â
âNo,â Negan shook his head, scrambling with her hands when she reached for his pants again in attempts to go back to what she was doing. An offended expression flooded Maggieâs features and he immediately shook his head. âStop it.â
âFirst you talk about wanting to come down my throat and now you are being prude,â Maggie pointed out with a huff watching Negan folding his arms out in front of his chest. There was still a prominent tent in his pajama pants and she didnât understand why he was doing this. âYour dick is hard right now and youâre turning me down.â
âMaggie, not to be an asshole, but that wasnât really the best blowjob youâve given,â Negan admitted, reaching for a pillow to cover his lap and he shook his head. It irritated him that she was able to give him an erection because if he would have known it was her to begin with, Negan would have never wanted that to happen. âBeing truthful, that shit kind of hurt and youâve never done it like that before.â
âI told you it was because it was dark,â she repeated in a frustrated tone trying to caress over Neganâs thighs. âIf my mouth isnât good enough, just use me. I know it will feel better inside of me,â she crawled in over Negan placing her hands in over his shoulders. âI know you like it there. You always have.â
âWhat is with the sudden urge to climb my dick?â Negan inquired, his eyebrows furrowing when she tried pulling the pillow from his lap. They were struggling with the pillow and Maggie let out a frustrated huff. âWhy do you need it inside of you right now?â
âWhy are you fighting this so hard?â she shoved his chest further back against the headboard. A grunt fell from his throat when she managed to pull the pillow away to toss it aside. God, Negan wished he was anywhere but here right now. âYou are fucking hard, letâs fix that.â
âI donât have a condom,â Negan blurt out, his hands swatting at hers when she tried to reach for his pants again. Swatting his hands back had him returning the gesture and soon they looked like ridiculous children. âEnough Maggie!â
âPull out before you come,â she suggested throwing her hands up and his laugh followed. âWhy do you sound like that?â
âHow often have you told people that?â Negan frowned, tipping his head to the side. It took her a minute, but then suddenly she seemed offended. âI didnâtâŠI donât mean it like that.â
âIâve been dating you for six months Negan. Iâm not some slut that has been sleeping around,â Maggie snapped at him, hitting him in the chest. Wincing out, Negan reached for the pillow again to cover himself back up since she was so eager to get on that part of him. âEven if you did come in me, Iâm on the pill you know. I donât think itâs much of a problem if I wanted you to do that.â
âYou want me to come inside of you now?â Negan wondered, his eyebrows arching up when she huffed out. That was never something they had talked about before. They were always pretty careful about things and now she was just throwing caution to the wind. âWhy?â
âWhy not?â she lowered herself down in over his thighs, bracing her weight on his legs. Still she was caressing at his body and he knew that she was still trying to tempt him into giving her what she wanted.
âBecause,â Negan huffed out with a heat flooding his face. This was just getting more awkward the longer that it went on. Dragging his hand down over his face, he wished that this would just end, but Maggie kept going.
âBecause why?â she pushed back and he let out a hesitant laugh feeling uneasy about this whole conversation.
âBecause you could get pregnant!â Negan reasoned with her, his face scrunching up when he thought about everything.
âAnd getting pregnant with me would be a bad thing?â Maggie frowned and it made Negan stammer to find words, but he just stared out at her flustered. Well that was new. Never in their time being together did they talk about wanting to have children. In fact, it was her just focusing on wanting to be married that she was stressing most often. âWould getting me pregnant be a bad thing? Is Lucille the only person good enough to have your babies?â
âI am so confused right now,â Negan noticed that she seemed to be overly emotional about the idea of him not having unprotected sex with her. âDo you want my babies? Is that why you came in here? Because you want me to get you pregnant?â
âNot really,â she was honest and it made Negan laugh which only seemed to make her even more furious. But he couldnât help being amused with this whole thing that was going on. Having her getting mad at him over something she didnât even want seemed crazy to him. Â
âThen why are we having this discussion? You know how much I come and I have strong swimmers,â Negan suggested noticing the way she looked down toward his lap. It made him drop his head down before slowly lifting his head up to meet her fierce green eyes. âWhat?â
âYou told me yourself that you hate condoms,â she reminded him and Neganâs face twisted. Sure, that was something he may have said, but he still wore them with her. He knew better. âHow often did you wear condoms when you were with Lucille?â
âNever,â Negan replied back with a simple shrug. That was a silly question though. They were married and they had been together most of their lives. âBut Lucille was my wife and she wanted to have my babies.â
âIâve been with you six months, why do you have a hard time with the idea of not wearing condoms with me? We havenât even had sex in a very long time,â Maggie reminded him with a frown and Negan reached out to caress in over the sides of her shoulders.
âItâs complicated,â Negan muttered, sucking at his bottom lip as she shifted further up over him. âYeah, Iâm not a fan of condoms because it doesnât feel as good. Have you ever put on a really tight glove? Thatâs kind of what it feels like. But the good thing about condoms is it desensitizes things a bit and it makes you last longer.â
âYou last long enough Negan,â Maggie huffed and Negan groaned out, dropping his head back against the headboard. âWe know you can last for quite some time.â
âNot all the time,â Negan countered, lowering his head with his eyebrows bouncing up. âSometimes I come immediately. Iâm a guy. That shit happens.â
âIn the time Iâve been with you, Iâve never seen that happen,â she reminded him feeling angrier the more they spoke to one another. Negan frowned and slumped forward while she continued to go off on him. âSure, weâve had some shorter experiences, but thatâs because theyâve had to be. Sometimes, in my head Iâm begging for you to come when Iâm giving you a blowjob, my jaw canât always take it.â
âFair enough,â Negan stammered, his eyes narrowing and thatâs all he said.
âThen just fuck me Negan,â she slid her hands further in over the center of his pants only to have Negan grab a tight hold of her wrists to lift them up.
âMaggie, I appreciate that you want me to give you a creampie, but Iâm really not interested right now,â Negan stressed wishing she would just take no for an answer. Â
âWhy not?â she frowned, reaching for the bottom of her shirt to pull it up over her body revealing her bare breasts that were underneath. It had Neganâs face flushing over and he lowered his head. Reaching out, she curled her finger in underneath his jaw forcing him to look at her.
âSex is messy Maggie. Weâre in your fatherâs home. He already hates me. How am I going to explain that I need to wash my sheets in the morning?â Negan rambled on trying to find every reason in the book to prove why they shouldnât. Maggie was doing everything possible to get him to sleep with her and he was doing everything he could to avoid it.
âWhat is going on with you Negan?â Maggie brushed her fingers through his hair, looking down. âYou love my breasts and youâre not even reacting.â
âItâs complicated,â Negan stressed when she reached for his face to cup it in her hands.
âItâs not that complicated. Youâre hard, Iâm wetâŠâ she reached for the pillow to place it beside him on the bed. Crawling in over him had him huffing out when she started rocking her hips over his groin. âIf you donât want to be in control, Iâll take my pants off and I will ride you until you come. Wouldnât you like that? Being balls deep inside of me? Draining you of your release?â
âMaggie,â Negan hissed, grabbing her hips in attempt to stop her movements over him. âWeâre at your familyâs home. Your father has threatened me multiple times. My children are right under usâŠâ
âAnd you were okay with me sucking you dry moments ago,â she prompted him letting out a huff when Negan carefully moved her from over him. Negan stood up from the bed and reached for her shirt to hand it over to her. âDo you not find me beautiful anymore?â
âOf course I find you beautiful Maggie,â Negan shot her a glare, throwing his hand up in the air. Moving over toward another part of the attic, he sat down in a seat and shook his head. âThere are just things that have happened, things that I knowâŠâ
âWhat do you know?â Maggie seemed nervous, her green eyes searching his features as if she was trying to read something from him. Getting her shirt back on, Maggie slid back onto Neganâs bed and rest her back against the wall.
âA lot,â Negan exhaled talking about his emotions and more so how he felt toward Y/N.
âHow did you find out?â she whispered, her head lowering down and suddenly they both went silent. Tipping his head to the side, Negan bit down on his bottom lip with his thick eyebrows furrowing. âIâm sorry Negan. I donât know what I was thinking.â
âWhat are we talking about right now?â Negan inquired, his jawline flexing when he noticed the shift in the conversation. âMaggie?â
âI thoughtâŠâ she lifted her head, pulling herself further to the edge of Neganâs bed. âWhat are we talking about right now, Negan?â
âThatâs what Iâm trying to find out,â Negan stressed with another raspy laugh. âYou are confusing the fuck outta me with this back and forth. Whatâs really going on right now?â
Both of them were silent. Standing up from the chair, Negan moved before the bed and snapped his fingers to get her to look up at him, âI think the two of us need to talk.â
âI agree,â she whispered, her green eyes narrowing out at him when she nervously brushed her hair back behind her ear. âI need to talk to you about something. Something important.â
âAs do I,â Negan lowered down onto the bed, his thick eyebrows bouncing up when Maggie slid in closer to him. âDo you want to go first?â
âNo, not really,â Maggie hesitantly laughed, noticing the way that Negan was staring out at her. âIâm sorry.â
âFor what?â Negan pushed for her to go on only to hear the sound of the door opening at the bottom of the stairs. Slow steps were heard up the stairs and when they got to the top, Negan was met with the glare of Hershel. âHershel. Hey there.â
âHey there?â Hershel made his way into the attic, moving over toward the chair that was across from Negan and Maggie who were in the bed together. âWhatâs the one thing I asked of you Negan?â
âYouâve asked a lot,â Negan looked to Maggie whose face was flushed over with embarrassment. âWhat are we talking about?â
âI asked for you to stay in your separate rooms,â Hershel reminded Negan who let out an amused laugh and shook his head. âDo you find my rules funny?â
âA little bit. As weâre both adults and sheâs far from being underage,â Negan declared with a shake of his head. âI respect your rules Hershel, but Maggie has been my girlfriend for six months.â
âYes, but what goes on under my roof? Now thatâs different,â Hershel snapped at Negan, lifting his finger to point it at Negan. With tension in the air, Negan felt his neck flexing. âHow long has Maggie been up here?â
âI donât know. Like, fifteen minutes,â Negan suggested looking to Maggie for some kind of answer, but she didnât have something to come back with.
âThatâs enough time for something bad to happen. Is it not?â Hershel looked between them and it made Negan snort. An amused rumble fell from Neganâs throat and he rolled his eyes. âDid the two of you have sex under my roof?â
âFirst of all, I need more than fifteen minutes,â Negan answered Hershel with a shake of his head. Yeah, he was being arrogant right now, but Hershel was pissing him off and he was letting loose. âEven on my worst day, you need time for foreplay. Get things started. You canât play a game of hide the hotdog without preparing the bun. You know what I mean Hershel?â
âNegan!â Maggie blurt out embarrassed that Negan was saying what he was in front of her father. âWhat the hell?â
âOh come on Maggie. This is ridiculous. Sure, if I was really eager, I could fuck you in fifteen minutes, but what the hell does it matter?â Negan inquired hearing Hershelâs breathing getting uneven and angrier the more he listened to Negan go off. âItâs not like the two of us havenât had sex before. And we both know Iâm not the first guy that you slept with.â
âMaggie, why donât you go to your room?â Hershel stood up from the seat that he was in, pointing toward the stairs. Maggie remained still on Neganâs bed, unsure of her next move. âI asked you to do something young lady, I suggest you listen.â
âNo, Maggie. You do what you want,â Negan looked to her, his Adamâs apple bouncing in his throat. âBecause no one has the right to tell you what you can and cannot do in life. If you want to go to your bedroom, go. If you want to stay, stay. Because unlike your father, I will not be a man that tells a woman what she can and cannot do in life.â
âNegan, I donât mind going to my room,â Maggie realized that tensions were growing between Negan and her father. âIf it makes my father feel more comfortableâŠâ
âIf thatâs what you want, Iâm not going to force you to stay here,â Neganâs expression softened and he nodded his head. Standing up from the bed, Maggie stopped when she got to the top of the stairs and sighed when she looked back at Negan. âI understand.â
âDaddy. Why donât you just come down with me,â Maggie held her hand out to Hershel, but his glare was still locked on Negan. âItâs not worth the fight.â
âGo to your room Maggie,â Hershel ordered, his tone angry when he refused to look at her. Negan shot Maggie an amused expression, his head dropping forward when he stroked his fingers over the back of his neck. âWeâll talk about this later.â
âYeah,â Maggie frowned realizing that things were just going to get worse between Negan and her father. It was two Alpha males butting heads and Negan started something more with her father which wasnât going to end well. âGoodnight.â
âGoodnight,â both men responded, waiting until Maggie left the room and Negan stood before Hershel waiting for him to say something. When he didnât Negan looked around the attic and threw his hands up in the air.
âWhat would you have done if when you came up here I was balls deep inside of your daughter Hershel?â Negan spoke up, making sure to sound cocky and arrogant in the way he was talking to the man before him. âThat sure as hell would have been awkward, wouldnât it have been?â
âBoy, youâve got a lot of nerve,â Hershel finally spoke, his jaw clenching. That wasnât exactly the first response that Negan was expecting, but it fit for Hershel Greene. âYou come into my house and you be disrespectful of me and my wishes.â
âMe? It was your daughter sneaking into my room Hershel,â Negan threw his hand up in the air showing that they were standing in the attic. âIâm not the one that snuck into your daughterâs room. I am wondering something though, does this rule only apply to Maggie? Because I donât see you up Glennâs ass about going into Y/Nâs room. Which he did do the other day in front of you. Are you showing favorites again Hershel?â
âYou think youâre smart, donât you?â Hershel questioned, stepping forward toward Negan who stood his ground. Bringing his hand up, Negan pressed his fingers over the center of his chest and made an overdramatic expression.
âI donât think Iâm smart Hershel. I know Iâm smart,â Negan corrected Hershel with a shake of his head. âI have done my best to be respectful of you and to keep my head down, but I canât put up with this shit anymore. Do you know what else I am? I am a better father than you.â
âOh yeah?â Hershelâs eyebrow arched, his arms folding out in front of his chest when Negan stood before him upset.
âYeah. Because unlike you, I donât have favorites. Both of my children know that they are loved because Iâm there for them. No matter how much they upset me. No matter how many mistakes they make. My children go to bed at night knowing that I love them,â Negan claimed with a firm nod of his head, his chest aching the further he spoke. Right now Negan just wanted to explode on Hershel. Too many times since being here Hershel had pissed him off and he bit his tongue for way too long. âMy son and my daughter both know that the way you treat Y/N is wrong. And you know youâre wrong too, but you keep doing it. Why?â
âMy lifeâŠitâs none of your business,â Hershel declared with a scoff, stepping in closer to Negan to close the distance. Both of them were getting loud at this point and neither seemed to care. âWhat I do and do not do with my children has nothing to do with you.â
âYeah, because youâre doing such a good job Hershel,â Negan snarled, the lines in his forehead growing. âTelling your daughters what they can and cannot do is really something else. Youâre teaching them that they have to obey to a man. Do everything a man tells them to or else they are wrong. Thatâs not something I want my daughter to learn. In this world you need to teach your daughters to stand up for themselves. To know they are equals when it comes to men.â
âI donât need you lecturing me,â Hershel replied back, moving forward to shove into Negan who found amusement in it. âMy daughter doesnât belong with a man like you. Maggie deserves better.â
âItâs kind of funny to hear you say something like that,â Negan tipped his head from side to side. âI actually agree with you. I do think Maggie belongs with someone else, but then again, thatâs not really your business. See, your daughter, she can be with whoever she wants. She can have sex with whoever she wants. Just like you Hersh. So why donât you stop acting like Maggie is twelve years old and realize that she is a grown woman that is capable of making her own decisions. Maybe put some of that effort into Y/N and make up for the years of abuse you put her through.â
âI did not abuse my daughter. I never laid a hand on her,â Hershel was seething with the things that Negan was saying. âHow dare you accuse me of that.â
âMental abuse is just as bad Hersh,â Negan chastised Hershel with a tip of his head, clicking his tongue at the top of his mouth. âYou have done nothing but treat her bad her whole life. You made her hate herself. You made her miserable. And yet here you stand still thinking you are a good father. That beautiful woman with a huge heart believes that she is the problem. That she is some kind of mistake because you got your rocks off with a woman that wasnât married to you. Maybe to Maggie youâre a good father. Hell, maybe even Beth too. But with Y/N? You dropped the ball and youâre a terrible father. You should be ashamed of yourself.â
âI donât want you here,â Hershel yelled at Negan who simply smiled and let out a tense breath. âYou need to get out of my home.â
âHersh, I canât wait to get the fuck out of your home with your ass backward point of views,â Negan pointed his finger at Hershel, his whole body tensing up when they were both screaming at each other. âBecause you know what? I love your daughter. With everything that I am. And when I leave this place, Iâm going to make sure that she never fucking questions it. Iâm going to provide for her everything that she has ever needed or wanted. Sheâll never question if she is loved because Iâm going to let her know every fucking day that she is loved. That she belongs. That she is perfect just the way she fucking is. And if she wants to do something? Sheâll be allowed to because Iâm fucking lucky that she is in my life.â
Hershelâs breathing got heavier the more that Negan rambled off, âBecause the day that I realized I loved your daughter, everything fucking made sense again. Sheâs beautiful. Sheâs smart and she makes me happy. And I will never let her feel the way that you make her feel.â
âHey,â Annetteâs voice was heard when they both turned their heads to see that Annette was standing at the bottom of the stairs with Beau and Y/N who had obviously heard them fighting. âI think itâs time the two of you separate. Now.â
âThis is my home and Iâm not going anywhere,â Hershel asserted himself only for Annette to start making her way up the stairs.
âWell this is my home too Hershel and you are going to listen to me right now,â Annette demanded of her husband, reaching out to grab a hold of his jawline. âI say that Negan goes to bed and so do you. We will talk in the morning about things, but right now that manâs daughter is sleeping. And his son just witnessed the two of you butting heads. So you are going to get your ass downstairs or I swear Hershel you will see a wrath in me youâve never seen before.â
The expression over Hershelâs face was shocked when he turned his attention from Negan to Annette. With a nod, Hershelâs body loosened up and he nodded his head, âYes dear.â
âThank you,â Annette pointed toward the stairs where Hershel slowly made his way down. Once he reached the bottom both Y/N and Beau stepped aside to let him through. When he left, they both made their way upstairs with Annette standing before Negan. Annette made sure that they were alone before turning to Negan. âI liked everything I just heard from your mouth. Youâre doing exactly as I would expect someone who loves my daughter to respond to things. As far as Iâm concerned, you have my permission to be with Y/N. Youâre exactly the kind of man that she needs in this world. Never change that. Do you understand?â
âYes maâam,â Negan nodded his head realizing that they must have heard his rant that he went off on in front of Hershel. âThank you.â
âNow get some sleep,â Annette stressed, giving Beauâs shoulder a squeeze before pressing a kiss against Y/Nâs temple. âWe all need it.â
âWow,â Beau muttered once Annette left and closed the door at the bottom of the stairs behind her. âThat was amazing dad. I canât believe you stood up to him like that.â
Setting the things down that Beau had given her on the chair, Y/N moved across the room to wrap her arms around Neganâs shoulders. Pulling him down, her lips collided with his and Negan picked her up, pulling her in closer to his chest. In that kiss he felt everything he needed to know that he was head over heels in love with Y/N. The passion in the kiss alone let him know that they belonged together. After hearing what Negan said to her father, he could tell that she was filled with so much emotion and he clung tightly to her.
âI love you,â she whispered against his lips pressing her forehead to his when Negan finally let her down to her feet. âSo much.â
âI love you too,â Negan slurred hearing Beau clear his throat to remind them that he was there. âIâm sorry son.â
âNo, I like seeing this,â Beau explained waving his hand about in the air. âAfter the night I think weâve all had, itâs good to see the love that is shared between the two of you,â Beau took a minute to think about things before stepping forward to place his hands over both Negan and Y/Nâs shoulder. âIâm going to head to bed. Are the two of you okay?â
âIâm good,â Negan confirmed, but Beau looked to Y/N specifically.
âIâll be fine,â she promised Beau who stepped forward to give both of them a big hug. âGoodnight you two.â
âGoodnight, buddy,â Negan pressed a kiss against Beauâs temple watching his son make his way down the stairs. Once he was gone, Negan turned his attention to Y/N who looked sad. âHey, Iâm sorry if you heard that I justâŠâ
âWhat I heard from you was one of the better parts of my night,â Y/N assured him, placing her finger over his lips to silence him. Pressing a kiss against her finger, Negan sighed and pulled her in close to him so that he could cuddle into her. âYou are the best thing to happen to me. You know that?â
âI feel the same way about you,â Negan slurred, squeezing her tightly like he would never let go. When Y/N pulled back, she grabbed a hold of his hand and led him toward the bed. Laying down with her, Negan allowed her to crawl in over him and rest her head against the center of his chest. Stroking his fingers over her shoulders, he could sense that something was seriously wrong. âWhatâs going on?â
âCan we talk about it in the morning?â she begged of him and Negan immediately nodded feeling an ache at the center of his chest. âHow did you and my father start fighting anyways?â
âItâs complicated,â Negan was honest, clearing his throat when he cuddled his chin in over the top of her head. âMaggie was in here talking to me and then things got heated between me and your father. Which reminds meâŠâ
âYeah?â she lifted her head to stare into his hazel eyes. It made Negan feel guilty when he thought about what Maggie had started to do when she came up here.
âYour sister came up here and when she didâŠâ Negan began, noticing the way that her eyes looked miserable. Suddenly he felt like everything that just happened no longer mattered compared to whatever was going on with Y/N right now. âWhat happened Y/N? I can tell that you arenât okay. Talk to me.â
âAre you sure you are capable of me talking to you after all the stress youâve put up with?â she made sure that he was okay and he gave her a small nod, a smirk tugging at his lips when he led her to kiss him.
âI want to be here for you no matter what Y/N. Through everything. You need to know that,â Negan whispered, stroking his fingers over the side of her face. âI donât care how much stress Iâve gone through in a day. I donât care how tired I am. I love you and Iâm always going to be here for you to talk to. To help you through whatever you are upset about.â
âYour son found something earlier,â she pressed up and away from Negan, pulling herself into a seated position on the bed. Lifting up, Negan moved in beside her and cuddled in closer, wrapping his arm around her while she spoke. âGrowing up, my father always made me believe I was a mistake. That my mother was someone that he slept with once. It was a poor judgement call on his end and he never heard anything from her again. That I just showed up on his doorstep after my mother died during childbirth. And thatâs why I thought he always hated me. I was the baby he had that he never wanted.â
âOkay?â Neganâs brow arched in curiosity, sliding to the edge of the bed when she went for the book that she had sat down at the other side of the room that Beau had found. Holding it out to Negan, he gave her a strange look and then accepted it. âWhat is this?â
âItâs something your son found up here hidden in the floorboards,â she explained to Negan pointing toward the area that Beau said he had found it. âApparently there is money in there too, but he left it.â
âShould have taken the money,â Negan teased her with a wink, but when she didnât laugh, he realized that this was serious. Running his fingers over the binding of the booklet that she gave him, Negan frowned and lifted it closer to observe it. Reaching for his glasses, he put them on and let out a long sigh. âIt looks like someone tried to burn this.â
âIâm guessing it was my father,â she informed Negan, sitting down beside him on the bed when he slowly opened the front cover. âI think he wanted to burn every memory of her, but he couldnât.â
âWhat does thatâŠ?â Neganâs words came to a halt when he flipped through the pages. Further and further in she noticed the more confused he seemed to get seeing the photos. Lifting his head, Negan looked over her features and then back at her mothers. âI donât get it.â
âHe lied to me,â she pointed toward the photo that Negan stopped on where it was the photo of her mother holding her while Hershel and Maggie were in the photo. âWhy would he lie to me about all of that Negan?â
âThat doesnât make any sense,â Neganâs nose wrinkled, flipping through the pages again. âI donât understand.â
âNeither do I. If my dad was genuinely happy when my mother was pregnant with me,â she stopped Negan on the page where Hershel had his hand over her motherâs pregnant belly where he genuinely looked happy. âWhy all the lies? Why the abuse? If you look toward the end of the booklet, she was wearing an engagement ring. They were engaged. So why did he treat me like the biggest mistake he ever made if he loved my mother? Why lie to me and create some kind of story to make me feel like he hated me for the one mistake that he made. My mother was still alive Negan. Until I was a toddler. She didnât die in childbirth. I donât understand.â
âYou need to talk to him,â Negan closed up the booklet and set it on the nightstand that was beside the bed. âGo talk to him now.â
âAnd say what Negan? Beau found this hidden in your hideaway spot? Why the hell did you treat me the way you did all these years?â she threw her hands up in the air with Negan debating that question.
âYeah. Thatâs exactly what you say,â Negan extended his hand out to hers, hooking their fingers together. âYouâve had to put up with this your whole life. I know youâre scared of him, but you shouldnât have to be. And he should have never treated you the way he did. It was wrong. No parent should ever have the kind of control that man has over all of you. The way he treats you is terrible and itâs time he got called out on his bullshit.â
âI donât think I have the power to do it tonight,â she confessed with a broken sound. There was pain in her eyes and he hated that. Lifting his hand, he swept his thumb in over her jawline before leaning in to give her a faint kiss. âThis is a lot on me Negan. This is the first time Iâve ever seen her photo. I guess it makes sense why he hates me since I look just like her Negan.â
âBut he looked happy in those photos,â Negan implied taking a quick glance back at the booklet she had shared with him. âIf that was the case and he hated her, those photos wouldnât exist. The story your father tells is obviously a fucking lie.â
âI donât understand why someone would do what he has done,â she reached up to wipe at her face when she started crying. It was an uncontrollable thing. Something that she hated and wished wasnât happening, but it was. âI have felt unloved my whole life. That I was something that was never supposed to happen. An error that the world made. Something that didnât belong or fit in. And those photosâŠthat shows something different Negan. My father was horrible my whole life. He made me feel terrible about myself. He made me hate who I was. He treated me like I was a mistake, some kind of monster that never belonged in this family. How that man made me feel had me contemplating killing myself when I was younger because I hated myself that much. He separated me from my siblings. Taught them that I was wrong, that there was something wrong with me. And he confirmed his feelings the other night Negan. If I had a family, I would never do that to my children. I would let them know they were loved. I would give them everything. I always thought I was too broken to have children, so I stayed away from it. But Iâm not broken. Iâm full of love and I know whatâs wrong. I would know what I would do with my children because it would be the complete opposite of my father. Beau has showed me through you and everything that he says about his mother what real love is supposed to be like.â
âWhat are you saying?â Negan breathed out, his fingers curling around the back of her neck frowning to see that she was crying like she was. âI agree with you, your father made the mistake. Not you. You were perfect. You always were.â
âIâm saying thatâŠI think I want a baby. I want a family,â she declared, her eyes gazing over at him when his eyebrows bounced up. Considering the conversation he just had with Maggie, this was something that surprised Negan. âI was scared of a family this whole time, but itâs something that I want. I want to have that family I always dreamt of, but Iâm never going to find it here. The only way I will is if I make a family on my own. Where I can be everything with my children that my father never was with me.â
âYou want a baby?â Negan thought about her comment and he shrugged his shoulders. In the eyes of some people, he may be an asshole for saying this, but it really hit him deep the further he thought about things. With Maggie, Negan didnât want that family. But the idea of a family with Y/N? Well that struck something different inside of him. âThen letâs make a baby. You and I.â
âNegan, I just meant in general,â she responded with a sigh, stroking her thumb over the back of Neganâs hand. âYou have Beau and Erin. The last thing you need right now is another baby on the way.â
âWhy is that the last thing that I need? I love being a dad,â Negan explained, using his free hand to place it in over the center of his chest. âThere is nothing more that I love than being a father. You see that I love my children. Nothing is more important to me. So if you want a baby, Iâm the best guy to have a baby with. Stop taking your birth control and letâs make a baby.â
âWe arenât even officially together Negan,â she pointed out turning toward Negan when he lifted his hands to cup her face tenderly in them. âIâm still engaged to Glenn.â
âAnd youâre engaged to me. We are officially together, we just havenât told everyone else yet. It doesnât have to be known by others for it to be official,â Negan asserted, tipping his head forward to nuzzle his nose in against hers. âWhen we get home, Iâll get you a ring, weâll get married on New Years and weâll be happy. Our little family. Together. My kids love you. I love you. And I think itâs exactly what you need in your life.â
âDonât you think itâs us rushing into things if we do that?â she wondered and Negan laughed, shrugging his shoulders when he thought about it. âYouâre really okay with having a baby with me?â
âWhy not? I know Iâm in love with you. I know that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. So why not?â Negan pushed, stroking his thumb down over the side of her face before curling his fingers around her neck. âI love you. I love being a father. So letâs just do it.â
âWhat if Iâm being emotional and this isnât what I really want?â she breathed out noticing the way that his thick eyebrows bounced up. âNow Iâm just talking myself in circles. I know what it is that I want.â
âThen do what you want,â Negan suggested, his hazel eyes watching her closely when she stood up. His lips parted when he saw her reaching for the bottom of her shirt. A long exhale fell from his parted lips when she dropped the material on the ground. Clearing his throat, Negan watched as she unhooked the material of her bra and dropped it next to her shirt. Stepping forward, she reached for Neganâs shirt and tugged it up his long torso. Lifting his arms up for her, he let her pull his shirt from his body and drop it with hers. With heavy eyelids, he watched her closely when she pushed into the material of her pants and got them down her body along with her panties. âYou are sure this is what you want?â
âIt is,â she stroked her fingers through his thick hair having his dimples become more prominent when he tipped his head back to stare up at her. Pushing at his pajama pants, Negan managed to lift his hips and get the material down his body before kicking out of them while he sat at the edge of the bed. Carefully moving in over him, she adjusted his glasses over his face and hovered her lips in over his. âAre you sure this is what you want though? You did want to come down my throat earlierâŠâ
âBut why waste perfectly good baby making sperm?â Negan snorted nuzzling his nose in against hers, his fingers digging into her hips while she dug her fingers into his shoulders. Faintly, her nails bit at his flesh while he stared up at her with all the desire and want in the world. âWe want a baby growing inside of your belly, not my sperm just floating around in there.â
âIt sounds so bad when you say it like that,â she laughed, burying her head against the side of his neck feeling his palm finding its way between her thighs to caress over her sensitive flesh to get her ready for everything. âAre you sure Beau and Erin would be okay with something like a baby?â
âBeau and Erin just want me happy,â Negan whispered, his lips hovering in over hers when she carefully reached between the two of them to caress her palm in over the warmth of his flesh. Once he was ready, she balanced her hips in over him and took her time bringing them together. Tipping his head back, Negan kept his stare locked with hers when she took her time moving her hips over him. Each movement was slow, dragging things out while he dragged his hands up the length of her back to keep her comfortable. âBeing with you and them is what makes me the happiest.â
âI love you,â she whispered, stroking her fingers through the curls of his dark hair at the bottom of his neck and he gave her a big smile.
âAnd I love you,â he dragged out his words, bringing their lips together in a tender sweep of a kiss. While she took her time rolling her hips over his, it gave him time to touch her. Comfort her. Have them connect in all the right ways while she was over him. âI just want you happy Y/N. I want to bring all the happiness in the world to you that I can.â
âYou do,â she promised him, her words vibrating against his lips when her movements grew stronger over him. Bringing his hands to her hips, Negan did his best to help aid in her movements over him burying his nose against the side of her neck while she hooked her arms around his shoulders. âNegan.â
âIt kills me that youâve gone so long without knowing how amazing you really are,â Negan tipped his head back, staring up at her with awe and adoration in his eyes. Their breathing grew labored, his soft moans falling from his parted lips. âYouâre better than he will ever be Y/N. You donât need to prove that to anyone. Itâs there in everything you do. I love you. And I will always protect you and be here for you from here on out. Do you understand?â
âI do,â she tugged at his hair, drawing his head to tip back when she started moving harder over him, drawing him deeper and deeper within her with every movement she made. Neganâs face twisted with pleasure, his jaw lowering when he looked down to watch her taking his body repeatedly in fluid movements. âLook at me.â
âFuck,â Negan hissed out, his body tensing up while she caressed over the planes of his back. âYou feel so good.â
Pressing her forehead to his, she added more strength to her downward thrusts and heard his moans filling the air, âYouâre not being quiet.â
âI donât care,â he slurred, his lips finding hers having her purring out against his flesh with the way he was kissing her. Over and over again, she rode him enjoying the way it felt with him inside of her. There was something in the way that Negan looked at her that drove her crazy with desire. âI donât want to hide us anymore. We shouldnât have to hide that we love one another. Not from anyone. I love you. And I want the whole world to know it.â
âI want that too,â she whispered, nibbling at his bottom lip when his arm curled around her waist working to move her a certain way over him that had them both breathless. Tossing his head back, Negan bit back on a moan, but it escaped anyways when he felt her nipping at the side of his neck. âNegan.â
âAre you serious about the baby thing?â Negan confirmed with her feeling her fingers dragging across his bottom lip. Taking her finger into his mouth, he sucked faintly at it before pulling his head back. âIs it something you really want?â
âI do,â she admitted, swallowing down hard when Negan pulled her in closer to him drawing himself further into her. It had her back arching, her fingers digging into his skin when he reached back to grab one of his pillows. Setting it at the middle of the bed, Negan stood, lowering her down over the center of the bed. Adjusting her body, he laid her so her hips were laying right over the pillow. Getting comfortable over her, Negan laid his body in over hers. âWhat is this?â
âYou donât want to hear the science of it while weâre doing this, so just lay back and enjoy,â Negan snickered feeling her arms wrapping around his shoulders to keep him close. Entering her again, Negan rolled his hips, allowing his groin to rub up against her clitoris with every move he made. It had her lifting her head up to meet his lips in attempts to silence her cries. The friction was incredible and he knew that it would be a good position for her while he made love to her. It felt good for both of them. The motions of his hips were slow and rhythmic, taking his time to have things build up for them. There was a constant pressure on her clitoris from the base of his cock rubbing up against it and it had her clinging tightly to him. âLook at me.â
âNegan,â she tried so hard to stay quiet while Negan kept up with his steady movements. It was crazy how sexy she found him still wearing his glasses throughout this whole thing. âYou have no idea how much the glasses fucking work for me.â
âIâm glad you like them because I use them all the time, I canât fucking see,â Negan snickered, lowering down to bring their lips together again in a drawn out, passionate kiss that had both of them panting when they pulled away. The way her body was clinging to his, Negan knew that she was close to an orgasm and he moaned out himself. âFuck.â
It was easy to embrace the closeness of the position because it kept them connected. They were eager to be with one another and share this personal moment to make it special. The intimacy was something they both lacked in their other relationships so making love like this made them both feel more alive than they had in a very long time.
âNegan,â she brought him to her, hooking her fingers into his hair while he continued with his steady thrusts that had her whimpering into his mouth. Clinging tightly to Negan, she felt a rush flooding into her head and it ached, but in the best of ways. With her warmth contracting and relaxing around him, she could feel his body start to shake over hers. Clinging tightly to him, she heard his moans faint in her ear and they turned somewhat louder when she felt his length throbbing inside of her.
Her name fell from his lips when she felt the warmth of his release filling her. Instead of stopping, he kept up with the movements making sure to continue through his orgasm. It had her clinging to him when he finally laid in over her with both of them tremoring from the moment they just shared together.
âI love you so fucking much,â Negan slurred, pressing a kiss against her jawline while he laid comfortably over her. Adjusting ever so slightly, Negan made sure that he could lay over her without hurting her while he stroked his fingers over the side of her face. âI canât wait until we leave here and we can be together. Weâll make the family that you always wanted. And you will be loved. So fucking loved.â
âYou make me believe thatâs all possible,â she whispered stealing a kiss from his perfect lips before getting comfortable beneath him, stroking her fingers at his scalp. âI could say I love you a thousand times and I donât think it would ever be enough to let you know how much I love you.â
âI love you more,â Negan snickered, rubbing his nose in against hers and it had her laughing.
âI love that you can make me smile even in my worst moments,â she declared, stroking her fingers across his bottom lip. Kissing at the pads of her fingers Negan hummed and nodded his head. She had said this to him earlier, but she really meant it. âThatâs one of the best things about you. No matter how bad I feel, you can always make me smile.â
âGood,â he whispered with a weak smile, his tired eyes gazing upon hers. âI hope I can always do that for you because I want to be that light in your life. Forever.â
âYouâre serious about getting married on New Years?â she confirmed with him and it made him smile. With a confident nod, he sighed and felt her lifting up to kiss him again. âReally?â
âReally, really,â Negan snickered, peppering loving kisses over her lips. âI know I want to start in the new year with you. So why not do it the way we should and get married? Weâll just do it with us, the kids and someone that we both know. Maybe Simon?â
âSimon?â she repeated with a tip of her head. âHe hates me.â
âHe wonât when he knows that youâre my wife,â he snorted, nuzzling his nose in against hers again. âBecause Iâll knock him on his ass if he gives you shit. Just like Iâve wanted to do since Iâve gotten here with your father.â
âIt was really hot seeing you lay into him,â she informed him with a tiny laugh, stroking her fingers down the lengths of his back. âItâs not often that I see people put him in his place.â
âWell, people should be doing it more often,â Negan stated with a half-smile, capturing her lips in another kiss. Moving his hips every so lightly had her whimpering out and she lifted her head.
âWe should have sex like that more often. It was really nice. It felt good,â she conceded, her fingers sliding down low enough to squeeze over his small bottom.
âIt did,â he agreed with her, nibbling at her bottom lip and giving a sheepish smile. âPlus, this position is better with keeping the sperm inside of you instead of wasting all of it with you on top. You orgasming couldnât hurt either helping it get to where it needs to go. We keep this up and by next year, weâll be married and have a baby on the way.â
âItâs scary sounding, yet actually sounds nice,â she suggested palming down in over the side of his face staring upon him with all the love that she could. âWith you it feels like Iâve found my perfect storybook ending.â
âYou have,â Negan promised, giving her a weak and tired smile. âCome the day after Christmas, Iâll make sure that all your dreams come true. And we will live happily ever after.â
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Hello! Merry Chirtmas ! Ä° just love your blog and can't stop thinking about it ! So, how would tadc react to a female kid reader ? That little girl is cheerful elegant little lady and wear nice Pink dress with bows! She comforted Gangle by saying "don't be sad ! Ä° love you !" And put some sticker on her mask ! Oh and saying i love you to them before leaving. When Jax is doing something bad she says "Don't be mean! you silly rabbit!"
Caine, Gangle, Zooble, Pomni w/ sweet!kid!reader (platonic)
doing these characters since the wheel chose it (ominously) not sure how much i'll write today but i got a little more in the inbox compared to these past few days so i plan on working that down
CAINE:
basically treats you like his own kid but hes never been a dad before so hes still learning; torn between him being over protective of you or thinking you're indestructible (which... technically you are as long as youre in the digital world). i think he finds your sweetness adorable, though if theres someone in the circus being mean to you (surprisingly i dont think jax would be too mean. a little bit of a butt? yeah but its not much different than an older brother picking on their younger sibling) i think he would pipe up and not shut up until you get an apology. starts watching IHAs more now that you're here, both to see how youre doing but also to make sure its not too crazy for you.. cant help but let the big scary monster/trial pass when you run up to it being nice. literally just snaps the thing out of existence/away/wherever. loves seeing the look of triumph on your face afterwards
POMNI:
nice towards you and probably over time keeps a closer eye on you but in the beginning i think its more like. you following her like a duckling since shes busy trying to find an exit. honestly i think pomni would have a hard time when it sinks in that theres a little kid here in the circus. how did you get here? when did you get here? i think thats what would prompt her in trying to connect with you, thus you gain another guardian figure! sticking true my idea of pomni being uneasy around kids because they can be gross and have no filter and be unpredictable i think at first she would be a little... tense around you, but overtime becomes more comfortable when she realizes youre not like that. definitely going to take a while, though.. shrugs
GANGLE:
definitely finds you sweet, lets you hang around in her room and mess with her art supplies. probably cries harder when you try to make her feel better after jax does something, usually something that leaves her with a broken comedy mask. i dont think she would let you confront jax about it, though... she appreciates the sentiment but shes not about to make it look like she sent a little kid to defend her, thats only going to give jax even more ammo even if you stood up for her on your own. sometimes lets you put stickers on her mask or glitter... ponders.. i think she reads stories to you too, every night
ZOOBLE:
i think ive already said this before but zooble gives off such older sibling energy, and i cant really explain it other than its just the personality and looks... but i guess that doesnt explain much. shrugs. sweet younger sibling, cool but indifferent older sibling. or at least you think theyre cool. and you tell them every chance you guy. i think they would just give a weird "thaaanks.." the first few times before fully leaning into the older sibling role. dont get me wrong like before they wouldnt just leave you wandering around alone during an IHA, hell i dont think they would there wasnt one going on.. but they wouldnt go out of their way to hang out with you.. but eventually they just kind of keep a closer eye on you. check in on you. ask what youre up to. theyre not attached to you by the hip but theyre definitely present in your life as a role model. tries to make you be less nice, gives you the talk that not everyone is nice and sometimes some people fake being nice in order to get what they want. but in kid terms, obviously... well not little kid terms i still think zooble would be blunt but they wouldnt be harsh
#tadc x reader#the amazing digital circus x reader#digital circus x reader#caine x reader#caine x you#pomni x reader#pomni x you#gangle x reader#gangle x you#zooble x reader#zooble x you
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ENA THEORY - POWER OF POTLUCK.
"What's the meaning of.. FUN?"
This abstract nonsense world of the internet that never ceases to amaze us.. We all know how fun it is to make ENA HCs and theories! ENA is one of those things that's as written super vague so everyone gets something different out of it & the story is often unimportant if it even exists. I believe that deep inside there's some logic through implications and only. You have to think outside the box and more conventionally to get something out of it n I just love to hyperanalyze content that has hidden or no lore. I think I'd be cool to share my own take on some stuff. In today's episodeâŠ. ba dum tssss I wanna discuss about the meaning behind the latest episode: Power of potluck. Like, the meaning behind the "joy" roaming throughout the entire thing. First of all. This episode seems to be the biggest source of the real meaning of emotions and the life on this universe. The "implications" are also pretty much forward, the straight-up Therapy thing took me aback pretty much LMAO- u just don't see this showcasing style of deep significances in the ENA series at all. Anyhow, let's start! 1) THE NAME MEANING:
Potluck is apparently a food gathering where many people eat at. This has a strange connection with BBQ. Idk yet why Joel decides to connect ENA with dishes n such. However, just like I said before about "Potluck", people enjoy and share food with others. In the ENA episode everyone tries to support ENAs journey to the " Fun" with any way they can, one giving her instructions, other dancing⊠They have that sort of positive connection, just like in Potlucks! :]
2) THE MASKING
While the while journey of ENA searching for the "Fun", you see her having a mask stuck on her blue side's face. The sad side is neutrally negative, low-down, sad, pitiful n such. The mask THOUGH is more of silly, hyper, and a sneaky lil goober. Jokes aside, we all know how much ENA dislikes her emotions, especially her blue side's. The mask, full of not necessarily happy emotions, but enough to mask such gloominess, works as a replacement for her sad side. However, one can't mask it all forever and you eventually can't hold it inside at some point. That's where ENA got sensitive again when she got rid of the mask, and couldn't bottle up her emotions anymore.
Near the end, the therapist finally gives us an answer for the "Fun": "The greatest of fun can be found in the little moments." So, what's the meaning of the "Fun"..? In other words, enjoy the moment of the small, joyful things. Go have some fun with your friends, chill a bit, do something you enjoy. Even if you don't have the respect from others, the luxuries and the fame, you better enjoy the little things. These are what are worth in life. Pretty much similar with irl, ain't it?⊠Despite ENA being surreal, it's never far away from reality.
⊠That's all guys :] Hope you liked it. Here I also put some lil things from other theories that I liked, so credt to them as well lol :]
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Ficbinding: The Bone Eater by CluckU
(Listen, taking pics is not my talent. Just ignore the Wrestlemania tier list in the background.)
The fic: SPN, Castiel/Dean Winchester, E, 119.3k This fic is amazing. It's dark as I like and breathtaking, and it's a fantastic exploration of my favorite character, Dean Winchester. He's completely believable as CluckU writes him, there's not a doubt in my mind that that's how he would react if kidnapped and fed on by a minotaur, even at the times in the story when I wished he'd go against his instincts to protect himself. Also, the monster in this fic is so cool. He's well written, menacing, pathetic in a way, and so terrifying because of the way he feeds and how implacable he is. Special mention to the whole Misery vibe of this fic and especially chapter 15, that was so well done. Read the tags.
The bind: This is one of my most complex works to date, for several reasons. Let's start with the palette. White for te very bare cell Dean lives in and to contrast with other colors; red on the endbands and ribbon for blood (and there's a lot of it here); silver on the edges and endpapers for the medical instruments and table; black because I don't have grey cloth and I thought it'd contrast better with white to make the prison bars pattern.
The first difficulty was trimming and sanding the textblock. It was too thick for my ream cutter and as I said before, I'm losing my faith in it. So I trimmed each one of the 18 signatures by hand, then sanded the block with my new power sander. It took a long time and made a lot of noise, and the heat made it hard to work for long, but I'm loving this new tool. The smoothness of the edges was so satisfying.
Then I spray-painted edges for the first time. And it didn't go so well. It seemed okay, but for some reason paint still rubs off my fingers even though it's dry, so I have to be very careful when handling the book. I'm thinking of giving up acrylic paint in favor of laque spray next time.
Another thing I was apprehensive about was the straight spine. I'm a round spine guy, I have very little experience with straight ones, but it went alright! It's good! I don't think I'll make it a regular occurrence, though, I find it nerve-racking.
The last tricky thing was the cover pattern. (You can see it well in the sun if you click on the picture above.) It wasn't hard to think up or to figure out, mathematically speaking, but it was long, hard work in the July heat to cut the strips and glue them on the cover in a regular fashion. Took me hours. But it came out looking great! I did make a little mistake, though: I prepared the casing last night and I was so tired I glued the book in it by automatism, but I should have added the stripes before putting the book together.
Now, the typesetting!
I could have used a Greek theme throughout, but the minotaur myth is too modernized in this story for that, so I confined these references to the front page. A non-serif font because this is mostly Dean's POV and if you've read my previous ficbinding post, you know my feelings on that. And then bones! For the chapter headings, I used a pelvic bone that cradles the chapter number. The only chapter with a different heading is chapter 15, with the hand, for reasons obvious to those who have read the fic. And a nice femur as a divider. Really, the pelvis, hand and femur are the most important bones in The Bone Eater. The all look crisp, I'm happy with that.
Any reservations?
I wrestled with my printer a while and couldn't get it to print the right shade of red, I'll have to look into that next time.
Wow, I had a lot to say this time! It was a very interesting one, craft-wise.
Fonts: title and chapter numbers: Lethal Craze Demo, author name: Hey August, text: TT Fors Trial. All free on Dafont.
Materials: Black and white cloth from Schmedt, 2mm grey board, 70g/mÂČ white copy paper, synthetic bookmark and headbands. Silver endpaper bought in store.
Feel free to ask me more about materials and fonts (or whatever), it wonât bother me at all to tell you what I used, I just can't think of anything else right now.
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Writing Interview Tag Game
Thank you so much for the tag @roguishcat †I love getting to chat about these things.
When did you start writing?
I know this sounds cheesy, but the answer is probably as soon as I could hold a pen. My grandma still has stacks of little stories I wrote (and illustrated ...) when I was a kid. Very cute, but I'm glad I gave up on drawing in the meantime.
I've been writing on and off ever since, but it wasn't until I was in my mid twenties that I decided I'd actively pursue a career in writing. I wrote a few original novels, none of which were ever successful in the world of traditional publishing, then got into fanfiction as a way of rekindling my joy. Once I'm done with my current fic, I'm ready to try with traditional publishing again. Maybe it'll work this time, maybe not, but I guess the bottom line is that I'll always write in some capacity.
Are there different themes or genres you enjoy reading than what you write?
I really like stories that are a little unsettling. Not horror, per se (I'm a coward), but those underlying creepy vibes, especially when they come wrapped up in beautiful language and actually end up culminating in something cool toward the end of the story. "Uprooted" by Naomi Novik comes to mind, "The Devil and the Dark Water" by Stuart Turton, and "Portrait of the Pale Elf" by @larvasmoon.
Is there a writer you want to emulate or get compared to often?
Terry Pratchett is the person who first sold me on the English language. Prior to his books, I'd never seen anyone use English in such a fun, cheeky yet poignant way, and it's definitely something I find myself emulating (all while hopefully putting my own spin on it). I have been compared to him a few times and it's always made my day.
Oh, and I guess Stephen Sommers because people compare my fic to "The Mummy" a lot. Which honestly, is just as flattering.
Can you tell me a bit about your writing space?
At my desk, with a mechanical keyboard. Not because I'm a hipster but because I have absolutely destroyed my laptop's keyboard and then the shop where I'd buy the replacement keys stopped selling my model and I refuse to replace the whole laptop.
I need a sense of quiet when I write. Usually, I write early in the morning before I go to work, and it's honestly my favorite time of the day. It's dark and quiet, I'm all alone, and the day still feels so fresh and full of possibility. I cannot write in public; I find it too distracting. Occasionally, when I'm very in the zone, I'll edit at work but it's never quite as productive.
What's your most effective way to muster up a muse?
Go and hunt that bitch down. I know many people love romanticizing their craft and if it helps them to light scented candles or play aesthetic playlists - go for it! For me, the most powerful tool is routine. Knowing that every morning I will sit down and I will write, whether I feel like it or not. Sometimes I drag my feet the whole time, sometimes things click into place and suddenly, I'm having the best time ever. But I will always put words on the page and for me, there's no better feeling than having written (past tense).
Are there any recurring themes in your writing? Do they surprise you?
You probably know this, but I really, really love stories where a regular guy/gal saves the day. It makes me so happy to see the evil vampire lord taken out by the mousy accountant, the fountain pen striking harder than the sword. I think it's because I like to read about real people. People that you could have met in real life, that seem simple on the outside, but have all this strength locked up inside. It's why I dislike stories with picture perfect beauty goddesses that always have the perfect quip, always take out their opponents with 1 blow because they're just that special.
Normal people are special, too. You just need to look a little harder to see.
What is your reason for writing?
I believe it was Brandon Sanderson who said "Stories are like real life but with the boring parts removed". That has really resonated with me. I think the beautiful thing about stories is that they can portray very real issues and conflicts in a way that is infinitely more satisfying because it's all been arranged just so. It can give you closure, it can make you see something in an entirely new light without feeling confrontational. It's like a really, really good conversation with the author and I hope that's what my writing feels like as well.
Is there any specific comment or type of comment you find particularly motivating?
Two things. I love when readers point out specific lines they enjoyed and I love it when they tell me they reread my work. The term "comfort read" makes me particularly happy because that's exactly how I reread my favorite stories as well.
How do you want to be thought about by your readers?
I think the most important part to me is that my stories feel real. I dislike pretentious, over-the-top writing where you can tell the author is trying super hard to sound clever or sexy or just drowns you in heaps of cheap, undeserved drama that never leads anywhere. With my stories, I want things to feel earned. Natural. Maybe you wouldn't have made those choices, but it makes sense that these characters would have and now we're looking at the very real consequences of their actions.
What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?
Character voice, specifically in 3rd person limited. My favorite type of narration because I love getting into a character's head and making you see things through their eyes.
How do you feel about your own writing?
I think every writer struggles with their confidence here and there. I've gone through so many cycles in the past 1.5 years, it's kind of crazy. Going from constant failure in the world of publishing to writing your very first fanfiction just for fun and then having it blow up out of nowhere, all these people showering you in praise, only for the vast majority of them to disappear immediately afterward is a lot to process. We write for ourselves, yes, but as a writer, you can't help but take reader responses to heart. Fortunately, I've never let it influence what I write or how I write; it really only affects my mental state. I know what I like to read and those are the stories I am going to tell, whether they're successful or not.
Aww, this was fun! Tagging @larvasmoon @davenswitcher @pickel182 @karinamay @pouroverpaloma â€Â â€Â â€
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Hello đ€ how are you doing!?
For the ask can you please do Ace from one piece for the foot fetish? Idk why but that man screams foot kink like my guy worships the ground you walk on ( literally and figuratively) and adores the fuck out of your feet. Have a good day/night
P.s ur fics are really freaking good I recommend them to a couple of my friends who read fanfics <3
Kinktober 2023
Body worship: Ace
It had been a long day exploring Dawn Island, where Whitebeardâs crew had made a stop for the weekend. Ace had insisted on dragging you to all the places from his childhood and telling you stories. It was a lot of fun but now your feet were killing you and you desperately needed a break. You stepped in for a hot shower to relax and were cooling down on a chair when Ace walked in.
Ace's fiery personality always seemed to fill the room, and today was no exception. His eyes lit up when he saw you, lounging in the chair in your bathrobe with your feet exposed. He couldn't help but smile, his heart warming at the sight of you.
"Hey there," he said, his voice softening as he approached you. "Hope I didnât tire you out too much?"
You shook your head, offering him a tired but content smile. "Maybe a little, but it was worth it. This place is incredible."
As Ace neared you, his gaze fixated on your tired feet. Without thinking, he dropped to his knees in front of you, gently taking one of your feet in his large, warm hands.
"Let me help you with that," he murmured, his voice laced with affection. His touch was firm but gentle as he began to knead your sore arches and heels. The relief that washed over you was instant, and you sighed in bliss.
Ace's fingers expertly worked their way around the curves and contours of your foot, each touch sending waves of relaxation up your legs. He used just the right amount of pressure, finding all the knots and tension points, and skillfully massaging them away.
His thumbs traced delicate circles along the sole of your foot, and you couldn't help but let out a contented moan. It felt like all the stress of the day was melting away with each passing minute. Ace's warm hands seemed to have a magical touch, and he was completely focused on making you feel better.
"Wow, Ace," you said, your eyes meeting his. "You really know what you're doing."
He chuckled softly, his dark eyes never leaving yours. "I've had plenty of practice. You deserve it."
As Ace continued to work his magic on your feet, he couldn't help but compliment you. "You know, you're amazing, Y/N. You've got this incredible spirit, and it's impossible not to have a great time with you."
His words made your heart skip a beat, and you reached out to gently run your fingers through his unruly hair. "You're pretty amazing yourself, Ace. Thanks for making this trip so special."
Ace smiled as he worked his way up to your calves, his touch sending shivers of delight up your spine. "Anything for you, Y/N."
The room was filled with a comfortable silence as Ace's skilled hands continued to soothe your tired muscles. You closed your eyes, enjoying the intimate moment and the affectionate massage that Ace was providing.
You softly moan and sigh as he reliefs the tension from the right spots. He asks, "Feeling better now babe?" "Mmmh yea, thank you Ace".
He stood up from his sit position and you were now at eye level with his bulging dick that is being hidden by his shorts. "Not gonna lie, you made some real cute noises." He put his built arms on the arms of your chair, "Will you let me take care you a bit more princess? Maybe in a different way?" His face was so gentle and kind you couldn't say no. "Thank you baby how about I take you to the bed."
He picks you up from the chair. You squeal at the movement and your hands are thrown behind his neck while he carries you. Laying you down he kisses your forehead, cheeks, and nose. He draws back to look into your eyes and sees the desire in you building. He presses his lips onto yours kissing as though he had never tasted them before.
"Babe you're just so gorgeous I'm so lucky to have you." he says before kissing your lips and starting to untie your bathrobe. Your hands feel up his well chiseled abs and chest, "Have you seen yourself in the mirror, you hunk?" You both laugh a bit till he loses all thoughts at the sight of your boobs.
He massages your boobs and gives them so much love as evident by the kisses and sucking of your nipples. "A-Ace I need you please".
"Your wish is my command princess." He pulls down his shorts and puts your legs on his strong shoulders. His big cock lined up with your pulsating hole, he puts it in gently before moving. "Feels alright love?"
"Yes Ace. Please faster. I need to cum." you plead. He increases his speed along with his pants unable to hold back for too long. Pleasuring your body, even just a simple massage, really made him want your pussy cumming all over his cock. He just can't help it you're so hot.
His cock hits your g-spot perfectly over and over again. "I'm close babe." you say with your eyes shut tight focusing on the pleasure.
After a few more thrusts, you cum, and he let's out a groan cumming at the same time as you. He collapses next to you on the bed.
"Maybe I should give you massages more often.", he teases.
your feet,
admins sar (left foot) & san (right foot)
#ace imagine#one piece ace#ace one piece#fire fist ace#portgas d ace#one piece#op headcanons#op smut#op#op x reader#one piece x reader#one piece x you#one piece x y/n
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Okay okay with all the script hate for ATSV I'd like to at least take a moment to praise How they did Hobie right
And why they got Miguel wrong.
Mini-Ramble: The Concept of 'Can-dom'
a.k.a the writers really love Hobie and just fucking hate Miguel and it's borderline funny.
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So, you know we are called fans, and we have a fandom. The fandom writes 'fanon'.
But what do you call the group of people who write canon?
And can the people who write canon also be a fandom in and of itself?
As someone who has worked on TV and film sets in NYC - across a couple of different departments - I can assure you:
YES.
And they act JUST LIKE US.
And I call it Can-dom.
And there's no better example of this, than the ATSV script.
Look at how they talk about Hobie:
To the writer who described Hobie as 'strong, long, and skinny-hot' and his guitar as 'throbbing' idk what you were on that day but keep it up.
Look at them rubbing their little writer hands together going 'hehehe they're gonna love this mfer to death he's so hot'
Miles calling Hobie cool and Hobie agreeing is literally just the writers complimenting themselves on how insanely rad and attractive they made their own character. I love it.
They could've done so much worse or described him as rowdy or cocky or rough but they're just like 'he's hot. really fucking hot.'
And everybody was in on it.
The designers read the script and was like 'really really attractive? the coolest fucking guy you've ever seen? ok boss'
and then drew a black cop killer with natural hair and beautiful sharp black features
Then the animation team looked at Hobie and was like YEAH HE'S SUPER FUCKING COOL
Then made a supercool technology just for the insanely rad punk character
AND THEY WENT TO DANIEL KALUUYA and had him do the super cool ironic funny lines for the super cool rad fan-favorite-to-be character
And then the whole production team looked at Hobie and they all looked back at their work and his arc and lines and design and animation style and they were like
Because after months and months and months of collective effort and going 'this guy has to be so likeable that disliking him is almost a moral failing'
And then just like us they finally saw the finished product and we're like
'THAT'S A WRAP. CUT. SEND THIS SHIT TO THE PRINTERS. He can't get any cooler we did it.'
Cause as someone who has worked in TV & Film and had been in the offices I can tell you:
Screenwriters are not some big wigs that come to work in suits and sit around on chunky laptops in complete silence sending emails
They are normal ass people in a cramped ass office and cubicles who joke with their co-workers, come in in jeans and a 'casual tshirt', and sit there chilling revising the same script a dozen times because they came up with a new idea that HAS to be in it. And sometimes they be having dogs in the offices.
They're dorks just like us. That's how they got there. By obsessing over the tiniest minute shit in stories and getting way too into characters and writing out our little stories.
To think they were squealing about Hobie Brown this whole time for years while making him.
And then giving him to the fandom and we're like FUCKING THANK YOU HE'S OURS AND WE LOVE HIM.
I know a lot of the time it may come off as a shady corporation manipulating the punk aesthetic for revenue - while it is that - its also an office full of writers and animators and designers literally making a mini fandom between them and snickering at their own jokes and ideas as they write this story I love it
It makes me think that - while the language towards Miguel is like.. undoubtedly questionable and something of necessary discussion -
I also just think that the office fandom just.. didn't fucking like him.
Like in the writers room over time they didn't like him and wanted to bully him 'ayo this dude is a clown and he's wildin out like a BEAST'
And putting in lines of Gwen clowning him just because the writers wanted to make fun of Miguel đđđ
like.. just the thought of that.
- and the thought of the ATSV writers team just ganging up on him only for the animation team to turn around and be like 'give him the thiccest ass imaginable. make it clap when he walk'
HILARIOUS.
And then for the production team to have to look at this script of Miguel and look at his dummy think design and just sigh and be like 'fine okay the lines are fine but you HAVE TO TONE THE ASS DOWN'.
We bully our OCs all the time
And yeah they took that shit wayyyy too far cause like... The Spot murdered people why are y'all not looking at him and also Gwens dad is an asshole
But a part of me feels like the writers and production were fandom before fandom was fandoming.
Just like us they hyperfixated on two characters, the same characters the fandom would later.
And like the fandom originally did, they really really liked Hobie and just REALLY REALLY REALLY didn't like Miguel.
We're all like 'haha let's bully the shit outta Miguel as a little treat' and then they start taking it too far đđ
I'm just going to lay myself to (semi-)peace with this thought. I know it's pure speculation - I repeat, speculation - but like, writers are genuinely just like us. I wouldn't put it past them.
With the way the script is narrated I wouldn't be surprised if the first draft they put
**MIGUEL collapses to the ground with GABRIELLA in his hands as she DEPIXELATES. A look is devastation crosses his face. Ha, get owned, you fucking idiot.**
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Also they absolutely know about fanfiction. I haven't heard them talk about it and I don't know how much they know. But they know.
They may not be in the shows fandom, but they've usually been into older fandoms like Star Trek and thus know about the fanfic and shipping stuff.
If you read this far!! Hey hi how ya doing thank you for listening to my rambling. I wouldn't call this a full essay cause it's just my thoughts and opinions and like.... thoughts???
Anyway here's Hobie to make up for the fact I just said a whole lotta nothing
(actual picture of me arsoning the Sony headquarters if they fuck up Hobies characterization and make me regret this post lol)
Bye.
#am I too optimistic?#NO PROOFREAD HAHA#spiderman#spider man#atsv#marvel#across the spiderverse#hobie brown#spider punk#spiderpunk#miguel o'hara#miguel o hara#miguel ohara
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Steve regretted laughing. Which is something he never thought he'd feel. But as he cackled at something Robin said, he saw the look on Dustin's face and wished he could take the laugh back. Robin went to go and show a customer something and Dustin slid over to him.
"Remind me again how she isn't 'the one'?"
"She's a one. One of a kind. The kind I don't wanna lose by asking her out."
"Whatever happened to the Harrington charm?", Dustin asked.
"Doesn't work on girls like Robin." Steve ignored him by trying to escape to the backroom. Of course Dustin followed, employees only be damned.
"I don't even think you've tried. Which confuses me. But what's got me even more confused is how you've seemed to stop trying altogether."
"Why are you so invested in my love life, huh?"
"Ew, gross", Dustin winced. "I'm not invested. I'm just tired of hearing you whine about never finding love-"
"I don't whine!"
"SO just ask her out already. Even if she says no, you can still be friends. Like Jonathan and Nancy."
Steve rolled his eyes. Then saw a lightbulb go off in Dustin's head.
"Well since Nancy's single again-"
"I'm gay!"
For the first time ever Dustin shut his trap. Steve thought he should get a trophy for this. Except he realized what he just said. Dustin, with all the grace of someone who had just been blindsided, hugged Steve tight.
"I'm...I'm here for you, man."
It was so sweet that it made Steve feel like shit. But only a little. Because now Dustin couldn't keep trying to matchmake him and Robin. Or Nancy.
Turns out the love boat only stopped for a couple days.
Steve was hanging out in his room when he heard footsteps approach. Dustin came in without a single knock.
"Um, hello? How did you get in?"
"Some lady let me in."
Steve raised a brow. "You mean my mom?"
Dustin shrugged. "Yeah, I guess. Anyway, what about Gary?"
"....Who? For what?"
"Gary? He works at the art supply store. He's gay, why not him?"
Steve shot up and shut his door like a zombie was coming. "What the fuck are you talking about Henderson?!", he hissed quietly.
"Gay people deserve love too, Steve. So how about it?"
Steve rubbed his face. Forget about how Dustin knew about some random dude's sexuality, apparently he wasn't one to be deterred.
"You can't just set me up with any guy. Or any gay guy."
"You've slept around with just any girl? Why are guys different? Seems pretty discriminatory Steve."
He wanted to strangle this kid. More than that though, he wanted to go back and slap his past self. He could have said anything. Said he was into old ladies-no, then Dustin would be sending him on blind dates to the senior center.
It felt like the only thing to get Dustin off his case would be if he was in a serious relationship with someone.
Then a second person came into his room without knocking and Steve wondered if he should be walking around naked more.
It was Jonathan.
And Steve got another bright idea.
"I can't just go out with anyone. Because I'm already dating Jonathan."
"What?!", two voices shouted out and Dustin gave Jon a look.
"Why do you sound surprised?"
Jonathan looked to Steve for help and Steve tried to convey the best he could with his eyes.
"I...we never....put a label on it....?"
Steve could kiss him if he was at all interested in men. To sell it a little better, he put an arm around his shoulders. Dustin was left speechless for the second time in a week and Steve was definitely putting it in his journal for posterity.
This time he gave them both pats on the back and walked out silently.
"Don't tell anyone!", Steve shouted behind him, then closed his bedroom door.
"Hey, um, the hell?", Jonathan asked.
"Thank you for being so cool with that."
"I'm learning to be more chill. But still, explain?"
Steve told him the whole story as they sat on his bed and through it all, Jonathan looked nothing but understanding.
"So, how long do we need to pretend to be boyfriends?"
"Who says we need to pretend?", Steve raised a brow.
"You just told Dustin."
"It's a secret we're keeping", Steve said, getting up to pace about his room. "Which means we just act normal. Later we can tell Dustin we broke up."
"How much later?"
Steve pondered. "....Once I'm engaged?"
"Steve!"
"Jonathan, please?"
He looked conflicted. This just seemed like a lot of stupid work just to convince Dustin. "You get 2 months? Got it? Put it on your calendar."
"Thank you! I'll do it right now!" Steve grabbed a pen and went over to the calendar that hung on the wall. He went to February 3rd and put a broken heart on the date.
"Subtle."
"No one else looks at this thing. Alright. If our break up is bad enough maybe Dustin will stop butting his head in."
"What if the others find out?", Jonathan asked.
"No one else is gonna know."
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Lucas had been noticing that Dustin had that weird grin on his face for the past week. The 'I know something you don't know' grin. While sitting in Steve's living room, shoulder to shoulder with Max, who he nudged.
"You notice anything off with Dustin?"
"You mean more than the usual offness? Yes, actually."
"What do you think it is?", Lucas asked.
Will came to sit on Lucas' other side. "My guess is he has a secret. But what, I don't know."
"So it's pretty obvious, right?", Lucas said.
"No, I said as much to Mike and he said I was being crazy and that Dustin wouldn't keep anymore secrets after Dart."
Their eyes went over to Dustin, who was grinning at the group who was deciding on the movie they were gonna watch. Steve and Eddie were in a heated conversation while Jonathan was trying to be a mediator.
Steve was flapping around a vhs so hard it threatened to sail across the room and Jonathan grabbed his wrist to still it, scared for the innocent movie.
"Get a room, you lovebirds", Dustin called out.
All eyes turned towards him.
Part 2
#apo writes#fanfiction#stranger things#steddie#jonathan byers#dustin henderson#this'll probably have like 3-5 parts#so buckle up for a nice sunday drive
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A family of three...and more
a/n: where are the Maya Lopez fics?
*not my GIF*
Pairing: Maya Lopez x Fem!reader
Summary: you propose to your girlfriend with something on your mind
Type: Fluff
warning: nothing
word count: 2551
note: bold=ASL, this take place before Hawkeye
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Maya put her phone back in her pocket while she was looking for cheese. A few minutes later, she was on her way to the cashier when two people blocked her way. They were visibly arguing, but she didn't have time for that. She just wanted to walk away, but one of them was blocking the way through the cashier.
Maya: I'm at the grocery store do you want anything?
You: just some cheese. i want to make pizza tonight
Maya: đ
You: love you, i have to go now but i'll be home around 7pm
You: and please be careful on the road
Maya: like usual đ
Any other person would choose another cashier, but for her, it was not an option. Not for Maya, at least. It was the only member of staff who knew ASL and cared to communicate with her.
She sighed and decided to make another lap in the grocery store while the people finished what they were doing. Only two minutes later, she finally made her way to the cashier.
'Hello, Maya.' Sophie, the cashier said signed. Earning a smile from the other woman.
'Hello' Maya signed back. They 'talked' for a moment before your girlfriend needed to leave.
Maya took a detour home before she had to return to work. At work, things seemed better than at the grocery store, but even there, people seemed to argue about something she didn't care about. But even like that, two of her men caught her attention. The way their hands were moving made her look at them, even if she knew that neither of them used ASL.
It's something she has developed since she started falling for you. Every time you were rambling (even if you knew she couldn't hear you), your hands moved frenetically. At first, Maya found it disturbing because she really wanted to understand what you were signing, but your movements were incoherent. But as time passed, she started to like it because it was like your body was trying to tell her a story that you were completely unaware of.
"Guys, what are you doing here?" Kazi asked, making the two men stop.
"We were trying to know what we should order between sushi and tacos." One of them said making the man roll his eyes.
"And we thought that we should ask the boss because she's responsible here." the other man said.
"Does it seem that she's listening to you?" Kazi asked, and the three looked to Maya, who was smiling on her phone.
Maya was pouting before Kazi caught her attention. 'Are you okay?' she nodded. 'Do you want sushi or tacos?'
You: i'm bored right now
Maya: and what should i do?
You: i don't know i just want to be with you right now
You: do you think about me?
Maya: i always think about you đ
You: ther's a customer i need go
Maya: okay i love you
You: me too đ
'Whatever' she brushed it off.
The rest of her day was like usual, except that you didn't text her frequently. Back at home, the boss of the tracksuit mafia was trying to distract herself while she was waiting for you. Fortunately, she didn't have to wait too long before the front door opened.
You: I'm home
Sensing her phone vibrating next to her, she looked at the text before rushing to the front door. You were getting rid of your shoes when you felt two arms wrap around you. Maya pushed her head on your shoulder, and you could feel her smile. She didn't waste time before spinning you and landing small pecks on your face.
'Hello'
'I missed you' You rolled your eyes at your girlfriend but smiled again.
Maya always acted differently when you were home, she switched from her bossy personality to a more bubbly one (even if she didn't like when you told her that the first time). She was a little clingy, but always there to help you with anything.
'How was your day?' She followed you into the kitchen.
'Cool' she nodded and laid against the counter while you were starting to make dinner. Maya stayed there on her phone, checking that everything was okay, before you caught her attention.
Your hands were shaking a little, and your throat was a little sore, but you gathered your courage and started to sign.
'You. Me. Marriage? Her eyes get wide open, and her mouth opened and closed a few times without sound. She was visibly stunned.
'What?'
"I know that we didn't talk about it, but I thought about it, and also today at work, IâŠ" You were rambling and started to pace in front of your girlfriend while your hands were trying to translate everything.
After a few seconds and with your lungs almost totally empty, you looked at Maya, who was lost in her thoughts. Her eyes were on you like usual, but you knew that she was not there.
"Maya?" You signed while you shot her name. She didn't respond, so you placed your hand on her cheek, drifting her back into reality. 'Are you okay?'
'Wait.' She laid a hand on your shoulder and looked at you. 'Can you repeat, please?'
'I want to marry you' It was not the first time you talked about marriage and stuff, but now it was different. She could feel that. Your eyes were not leaving hers; you were shy but fully determined, and despite your scared/stressed expression, she could see the little spark in your eyes and the anticipation in your gaze.
'Are you proposing?'
'Well. Yes, but I don't have a ring. At least not yet.'
'Then find one and I'll give you my answer.' she replied with a cocky smile.
Later that night, you were lying on your bed watching a movie (with subtitles) when Maya thought about something. She slapped your arm a few times to gain your attention, making you look at her a little confused.
'Can I ask you why you proposed? I love you, and you love me, but we both know that's not the only reason.' You sighed and took a moment to decide if you should tell her the truth, but you really want to marry her, and you don't want to start your new life on a lie.
'Okay, it's a little long. Let me write it to you.'
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The previous week
It was a Tuesday like any other; you were at work in your library. It was the moment of your week when you would close earlier because you made a deal with an orphanage in the city, which made you spend an afternoon reading books to the children.
However, this day you noticed a new addition in the little orphan's library. A baby girl, she was only two months old, and she focused her attention on the children and the people who were surrounding her.
When you started to read, her eyes almost immediately searched for the origin of the new voice, and she giggled a little when she saw you. Hearing that, you raised your eyes to the infant to see her beaming a toothless smile at you.
It was not a surprise that you wanted kids at some point in your life, and Maya was aware of that. You talked a lot about that, even though you knew she was a little unsure if she was able to raise a child properly.
Your wish for a kid was one of the reasons that you spent every Tuesday afternoon reading books to those children. The other one, was that you were also an orphan after losing your parents when the Avengers fought Ultron in Sokovia.
Before leaving, you asked for more information about the baby. You learned that her name was Zoe. Her mother died in a car accident, and her father gave up every rights on her a week after his wife's death.
You came back on Saturday to spend more time with the children while your girlfriend was doing her usual missions. Then you asked if there was a chance for you to adopt Zoe. Nina, a woman working there, told you that she would need to talk to the caregiver about that, and she would organize a meet-up with them for your next visit.
Earlier that day.
After reading the last book of the day, you had your meeting with the caregiver. You prepared a solid file over the weekend and were a little nervous when they consulted it.
After they rode that, they told you that every member of the orphanage talked good about you and about how your reading time was the favorite moment of the kids in the week. The only thing that they were a little reserved about was your situation.
"Listen, Ms. Y/l/n, I'm sure that you would be one of the best people to adopt the little Zoe; you seem to be a really good person, and I'm sure you will be a good mother. But unfortunately, I'm not the one who can approve that alone. We will need to send your request to the children's court. They will examine your files again, and if anything seems alright, that will send a representative to check everything." You nodded while mentally noting every piece of information.
"And I don't think it will change a thing, but I know that they usually tend to be more relaxed when it's a married couple who makes the request." They explained.
"Well, you mean that there is a chance that they won't validate my request if I'm not married?"
"Honestly, there is a chance that they will refuse your request even if you're married, but I know that it helped some people. But of course I don't want to force anything."
"No it's okay. Thank you for letting me know. I'll try my best to make them accept that. See you next week." You said before leaving the office.
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'I see' Maya signed before opening her arms to give you a hug.
'But you don't have to accept if you don't want to have a child.' You said after you pulled away.
'No, I want that. Yes, I found it a little surprising to potentially be mom right now, but yeah, I want that with you.' Her statement eased your mind, but it also reminded you of the little age gap between you. Of course, it's not a big one, but it's just enough to have different visions of things sometimes. 'Do you think we have time to organize everything before they actually send your file? Because I want to marry you before that.'
You gave a big smile and crashed your lips against hers. The rest of the night was filled withâŠintimate moments, and Maya definitely deserved that.
After a talk with your friends and the tracksuit mafia, you decided to get married only two months later, so you could have time to organize everything. Much to your surprise, Maya was very implied in that. It was not uncommon for you to come back with a sleepy Maya on some wedding dress catalogs.
The D-day was perfect. Not having a lot of family members you were close with made this more 'easier'. Your best friend Julia was the one who escorted you to the altar, while Maya was escorted by Wilson Fisk. With Kazi as a priest (which, by the way, doesn't really fit him very well), things couldn't be better. You exchanged vows, you kissed, and you cried, which made your newlywed wife cry too.
Two weeks later, you were back from your honeymoon, and you brought Maya with you to the orphanage the next Tuesday afternoon. The boss of the mafia spent all her time with Zoe after she met her. Something that didn't go unnoticed by the director.
After a moment, they invited you two into their office to announce to you that the judge had accepted your request, and now the next step was to prove to whoever they'd send to you that you could be the best parents for her.
The date was given a few days later; you'd meet them in the next two weeks, which gave you just enough time to finish the nursery room with the help of Maya and the whole tracksuit. Some of them gave you some furniture their kids didn't use anymore; some even gave you a book about 'how to raise a child for the noobs' that made you laugh, but not your wife.
With the time this group became a second family to you, they always had your wife back and made sure that she didn't overwork and always came back safe in your arms. You liked them, and it was reciprocal; they called you the boss' wife, or Mrs. Lopez, even before you and May talked about plans for the future.
So when they learned that you were about to potentially become a mom, they helped you move all the stuff for the nursery and hide almost all the guns in the process.
When Maria, who worked for the child protection services, finally met you and Maya, it was like everything finally became real.
It took three visits from Maria and almost six months before you reached your last steps. A trial with the judge.
Of course, being the man he is, Wilson tried to pay the judge, but you convinced him to give up. If you couldn't convince them to let you two adopt Zoe, then maybe you didn't deserve to be a mom.
It's needless to say that the D-day you were more than stressed. You had this bad feeling in your stomachâa feeling that you tried to push away by making out with Maya in the car before steeping in the court. Despite her surprise, your wife didn't push you and complied with the kisses until you were ready.
The whole trial was like a big mission for Maya, a mission that she knew she couldn't miss because it was for your both happiness. But you were not alone there. There was the gang, Wilson, the kids, and the staff of the orphanage. Everyone was there to support you, which helped ease your mind.
Five hours. It took you five hours before the judge could give you their verdict. And the entire court exploded with cheer when they announced that they had accepted your request and that you would finally be officially the little Zoe's parents.
Back at home with your now-eighty-month-old daughter, nothing could match the joy and excitement you both felt.
'It's finally over' Maya signed before crashing on the couch.
"Yeah, finally," you repeated. You watched as Zoe yawned, visibly tired of the previous. Seeing this, your wife took her from your hand and headed to the nursery, but before she could let her on the crib, you grabbed the end of her shirt, making her look at you a little confused.
'Let her sleep in the bed with us just today.' You signed and pouted to try to convict her.
Maya just smiled and nodded.
You ended up taking a nap with your new daughter between you and Maya. You both had a wide smile, and you preyed that thing could stay like that forever.
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