#bring... bring the toy to me... stop yelling in the hallway

[naomiknight-17]

Of course it's after I've exhausted myself trying to do the dishes and such that Leon decides it is playtime

He is running all through the apartment and hallway and yelling with a toy mouse in his mouth

He wants me to throw it. But he runs around the house yelling instead of. You know. Bringing it to me so I can throw it

[fangirl-dot-com]

☀️Sons, Sons, and More Sons

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader Genre: Fluff/SMAU Summary: Ollie, Leo, Liam, who's next Oscar? Oh.

inspired by @pucksandpower 😊

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“CHARLES!”

The said Monegasque, who had been “innocently” snuggling his four-legged son, winced at the force and volume of your voice. 

He was currently going through everything that might have upset you in the past 20 minutes from when he got home to you just now getting out of the shower. Did he leave the toilet seat up again? Or did he forget to sort the laundry? Or maybe he didn’t clean up Leo’s toys from the bedroom? 

“Why is my Twitter blowing up?” 

Oh. That’s why. 

He whispered to Leo, “I’m in for it now.” 

And then in a louder voice he yelled, “Yes mon amour?” 

You rounded the corner of the hallway and stopped in the opening to the living room, crossing your arms. “Care to tell me why I’m getting tagged in almost every Twitter post about you adopting Oscar?” 

You wanted to break at the puppy eyes that your boyfriend was currently giving you, but you needed to stay strong. You needed to show that a man could not sway your feelings. Too bad that man was Charles Leclerc, the one that men and women alike fell to worship the ground beneath his feet. 

You couldn’t break. 

Charles brought his hand up to ruffle his hair, something he did to express some nervousness. 

“Cheri, it was just a joke. Oscar somehow finds heritage in a lot of countries. He just wanted to keep the joke going.” 

“So you decided to ‘adopt’ him so he can have another home race?” 

“Maybe?” 

“Don’t you already have enough sons anyway? I think four is too many or our house is going to overflow on family night.” 

Charles’s eyebrows pinched in confusion. “Four?” 

Now it was your turn to smirk. “Yes, four. Or are you too busy having fun with Leo to be a present father to your other two?” 

Charles tried to wrack his brain about who could be the other two. 

“Ollie?” 

“Bingo.” 

He leaned back into the couch, hands still gently petting Leo who had decided to fall asleep in the middle of his parent’s squabbles. The golden puppy was content on his dad’s warm chest, the rise and fall rocking him to sleep. 

The Ferrari driver sighed. “I don’t even know.” 

You waved your phone at him. “Twitter might be able to help you. I need to get dressed since I was rudely interrupted. I hope you find out before they get here for dinner.” 

Charles shot up making Leo yelp away from his nap. Now that he was really looking at you, he realized that you were just in a towel. A blush formed on his face, still having those boyish thoughts that he believed he was better than that. 

You walked over and bent down, face getting closer to his. 

Ah. You were going to forgive him and all would be right in the world once your lips met his. You wanted to laugh as you saw his eyes flutter shut, lips slightly puckering. 

Charles was wondering what was taking you so long when your finger touched his lips. His eyes shot open and he definitely did not whimper. You looked down at your fur-baby and gently picked him up, bringing Leo to your chest. 

“Twitter. Figure it out Leclerc.” 

Now a bit sullen, he watched you walk away. 

“Je t’aime!” 

He was responded to with a middle finger and the bedroom door slamming. A chuckle made its way from his chest as he brought his phone out. If there was one thing that you two did well, it was dramatics. 

Twitter was immediately opened once he got his phone out. He scrolled through all the tags before giving up and opening your profile. He winced at the sight of the white background, cursing his phone for updating and not keeping the dark profile. 

However, he couldn’t contain his laugh as he saw your new updated tweet. He leaned his head back, still giggling to himself. 

Charles knew that you two wanted kids at some point. But between his Formula 1 career and your business on the uprise, children really wouldn’t work well now. But deep down, he liked the idea of having a few grid kids. 

He took a minute to stop giggling before he continued his search. His eyes widened as he stopped on one of the family trees that some fan made. 

There was Leo, adopted by you and him. 

Then Ollie, who fans say that Charles conceived himself somehow. 

Oscar was newer, but still had the adopted dotted line. 

And then . . . 

Ooohhhhhhh, so that’s who he was missing. 

You took that moment to come out of the bedroom, hair now dry and fluffy from your Dyson. Leo was still in your arms, looking more awake than he had when he was with Charles. You sat down next to him, Charles taking the opportunity to put an arm around you, bringing you in closer. 

“You smell good amour.” 

You turned and smiled, leaning in to finally give him a kiss after a long day. 

“Thank you. It’s the lotion that you bought me.” 

He let out a low hum and just kept you in his arms. Leo was squirming a bit before he finally flopped over and settled in between your two bodies. 

“I figured out who our other son is.” 

Your head now rested in the crook of his neck. “Did you now.” 

“Yes. I am a stepfather to Liam?” 

Your shoulders shook with giggles. “Not the stepfather, but the father who stepped up.” 

“You spend way too much on Twitter.” 

You looked up at him, and Charles turned to look down at you. You leaned in closer to rub your noses together, giving him eskimo kisses. The Ferrari driver just closed his eyes and basked in the moment between you. 

There weren’t many times that he got something like this. So quiet and peaceful. His world was filled with so much noise. But here, he could melt into the quiet. 

“We should have dinner here with the boys after the Grand Prix on Sunday.” 

“That sounds nice. I can make the food.” 

You sat up slightly, elbow bent on the back of the couch and head resting on your hand. 

“You want to show off your cooking skills to your sons to prove that you can cook.”

Charles huffed. “I am the provider chéri.” 

You cocked your head at the Monegasque. “Whose name is on the lease mon bebe?” 

A huff was the answer, which made you cuddle Charles closer still being aware of the little baby between you. A small nip to your fingertip made you pick Leo up, now holding him close to your face. 

“Were you getting a bit jealous of papa ma petit amour?” you asked the blonde dachshund in a baby voice. If Charles wasn’t already fully in love with you, his love would have been solidified in this moment. 

While watching, he suddenly remembered something. “Oscar wanted to meet Leo in McLaren hospitality this weekend.” 

You turned with a raised eyebrow. “Why not Ferrari?” 

“Eh.” 

It was as if you had a lightbulb moment. “Ohhhhhhh, right. That makes sense. I can stop by and let you know when I get there.” 

What you hadn’t expected was to pick up Liam and Ollie on your way to the now green outside of the McLaren hospitality. Leo was still curled up in your arms, eyes blinking every so often. You knew that if it wasn’t so busy, the little puppy would be sound asleep. 

“He’s so cute,” Oscar said, walking forward and hands outstretched. You gently gave him over to the “older brother” of the three. 

Ollie laughed. “I know right. He’s so cuddly.” 

Liam joined in, “I don’t think I put him down the entire time I got to meet him.” 

Oscar stared at you three for a moment. “Yeah, you aren’t getting him back.” 

You shook your head. “Speak to your father first, Oscar.” 

Chuckles erupted from all around, making you laugh as well. You took your phone out and took a quick picture of Oscar holding Leo to post later. 

“Is dad on his way?” Ollie asked after sipping on his water bottle. 

You rolled your eyes. “Should be. Ah, there he is.” 

Charles stepped foot into the room and immediately found you surrounded by his “kids.” His heart may have melted seeing Leo flopped in Oscar’s arms. He gave you a kiss on your cheeks before he greeted the three. 

“This is hilarious,” he said, making everyone laugh yet again. 

You rested a hand on your forehead. “We’re just missing Liam’s dad, and then we’ll be one big happy family.” 

The Kiwi crossed his arms, but a giant smile was on his face. “So much for having a present father in my life. I’m jealous.” 

Charles gripped your waist and puffed his chest. “I’m not the stepfather, but the father that stepped up.” 

“Charles, no you aren’t. Can’t even handle three kids.” 

You and Charles turned around to see Max now stepping through the door. The Monegasque raised his eyebrow. 

“And you can?” 

You raised a hand. “That’s my que to leave. I will not be in the middle of a Lestappen-father showdown. Boys, you can follow me.” 

“Yes mum.”

“Lead the way.” 

“Can I still keep Leo?” 

Charles and Max gawked as the three older boys followed you like ducks in a row. After he got over the shock, the Ferrari driver was left with a love-sick smile on his face. 

“Yeah. I’m marrying her.” 

“Gross.” 

“Max. Shut up.” 

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y/nismother the mother is mothering

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[sitepathos]

From Gold to Mold

Chapter 2: The Neglect

The drive to the airport only made you feel more nervous about living here; you’ve only ever known Goodsprings, a town so small you could see everything in less than an hour, and now here’s a giant city that makes you feel like an ant. Even Vegas seems small to Gotham. And if their size wasn’t bad enough, the buildings’ weird stone creatures looked like they were waiting to fly off and scoop you up.

Luckily, your Daddy’s house is outside the city, surrounded by a wall with large fields behind them. It made you feel a little better that you wouldn’t be surrounded by so many people all the time.

“And here we are, Master Y/N,” Mr. Pennyworth says as he pulls up in front of the massive mansion.

You get out and start to feel even more nervous. This isn’t a house, it’s a castle! Like the ones Momma showed you when she was researching stuff for her books. You’d probably need a map just to find the bathroom!

But, Mr. Pennyworth climbs up the stairs to the front door and you don’t want to make him mad, so you follow behind him. He opens the door and you’re inside a massive room with a giant grand staircase with a long red rug leading up to a second level that you can see leads to other places in the mansion.

“Welcome to Wayne Manor, Master Y/N. If you’ll follow me to your room, please.”

He leads you to the second level and down a few hallways to a room on the other side of the mansion. As you walk, you can’t help but think that all of Goodsprings could live here and there still be lots of room left.

“I apologize for the walk, but as Master Wayne and I have been the only two long term residents of the manor, the rooms meant for the family have not been in a suitable state for quite some time. And since it’s been some time since we’ve had guests stay over, the usual guest rooms have been repurposed for storage. I’m working on having one of the family bedrooms ready for you as soon as possible so you’ll be close to your father.”

“It’s alright,” you say, your voice almost a whisper. You really didn’t expect the butler to be so nice to you. “Thank you, Mr. Pennyworth.”

He frowns a bit, but says nothing before opening the door to reveal a room smaller than your one back home. A bed sits in the far corner of the room with a dresser directly in front of it, a big tv sitting on top of it. There’s a door to the right where you enter the room.

“That door leads to your bathroom, Master Y/N. We have some time before the movers come with your belongings. Would you like to see the rest of the manor?”

“No, thank you. I think I wanna sleep after we put everything up.”

“Of course, you must be exhausted. If you want, I can handle collecting the boxes while you rest. I can leave them outside your door for you to deal with later.”

“I can help, Mr. Pennyworth.”

He seems a little surprised that you insisted on helping, but he says nothing before leading you back outside where a delivery truck stops behind the car. Since all you had was a few cardboard boxes that had nothing but clothes, toys, stuffed animals, books, and decorations, it didn’t take long to bring it all to your room and set everything up. As you look at your new room with all your stuff in it, you can’t help but feel like none of it belongs here.

That you don’t belong here.

“Do you need anything else, Master Y/N? Perhaps something to eat?”

“No thank you, Mr. Pennyworth. I just wanna sleep.”

“Very good. But just know, when you wake up, you will be eating something.”

You just nod and close the door, turning off the lights before crawling into bed. As you get settled, you can’t help but notice how cold the house feels. Yeah, you’re not in Nevada anymore, where it can go over a hundred degrees in the summer, but it’s like the house blocks any kind of heat, leaving only the cold. You close your eyes and drift off to sleep.

You wake up, dreaming of your Momma yelling for you and being in a car when something slams into you, and when you look around your room, you’re greeted by absolute darkness. As if the sun had completely disappeared. You jump out of bed and rush to the light switch, slapping it. When the lights come on, you realize that the lightbulb above you is dim and without the sun, it barely lights up your room. Wanting to be where it’s bright, you run out of your room and down the hall only to find the rest of the house is just as dim as your room, almost like no one in this house likes the light. Your little legs carry you down the same route you took earlier today and fortunately, the foyer is completely lit up by a giant crystal chandelier.

You run down the stairs and into another hall near the staircase. You pass by large room after large room and finally find yourself in a fancy kitchen, Mr. Pennyworth standing in front of a giant refrigerator.

“Master Y/N,” he says. “Are you alright?”

“Yes sir,” you say, not wanting to worry the man.

“But you’re out of breath. And you’re sweating.”

It’s then you notice that your forehead is slick with sweat and your chest is heaving. When you look up at the butler, you can tell he’s obviously worried about you.

“I got scared,” you admit. “I woke up and it was so dark.”

“I would imagine since it’s nighttime.” You jump a little at that. “You’ve been asleep for over twelve hours. I would’ve waken you up, but you looked like you needed the rest.”

“I haven’t slept so good since Momma…” You can’t bring yourself to say it. “Left.”

“It’s nothing to be ashamed about, my boy.” He walks over to you and bends down to your height. “I could tell that you and your Mother were close and losing her so sudden is something no one so young should go through. I know that she can never be replaced, but I promise you that Master Bruce and I will be here for you and will help you with whatever you need.”

You feel the empty feeling that’s been with you since Momma died shrink just a little bit. Maybe you aren’t as alone as you thought.

“Alfred,” a deep voice lungs from behind you. You both look back to see a tall man with black hair and blue eyes standing in the hall. “I’m about to head out.”

“Master Bruce,” Mr. Pennyworth says, standing up. “This is Master Y/N. He’s awoke from his nap just a moment ago.”

You feel your heart stop at the man’s name. This is your Daddy? A million different questions swirled around in your head, like what was he like, what’s his favorite thing to do, did he remember your Momma?

He looks down at you. “Oh,” he says, a blank look on his face. “Hello.” With that, he turns around and begins walking down the hall. “I’ll be in touch, Alfred. From the sound of it, it’s gonna be a busy night.”

You feel your heart split in two at the way he just completely ignored you. Did you do something wrong? But you didn’t even say anything!How can he be bad at you if you haven’t said anything? You do your best to not cry as you look up at Mr. Pennyworth, who’s very angry.

“I’m sorry, Master Y/N. I know he’s throwing himself into his work to deal with Master Jason’s death, but that behavior is absolutely unacceptable. I’ll make sure he apologizes for that in the morning.”

Unfortunately, your Daddy didn’t say he was sorry when you woke up that morning. In fact, he wasn’t there when Mr. Pennyworth brought you down for breakfast, his work said there was someone important at one of his offices outside the country, so he hopped in his plane long before you woke up.

You were hurt, but Mr. Pennyworth said that he’d make sure that when things calmed down, you and your Daddy would have a long talk. You could do nothing but nod, trying not to cry because all you wanted was your Momma to walk through the door and take you back home. You got even more lonely when you started your new school, Gotham Academy, which is where all of Gotham’s rich people send their kids; Goodsprings Elementary wasn’t even half the size of this school and to make things worse, you had no friends here. That’s not to say that people didn’t want to talk to you, somehow news got out that you, the love child between Bruce Wayne and some unknown woman, were attending Gotham Academy, older and younger students shared your the moment you walked through the door. Hearing them ask you about your Momma only made you miss her more, so you stayed quiet.

They found something new to latch on to later in the week when your Daddy adopted Tim Drake, a boy whose parents were just as well known as him; his parents were killed in a plane crash and Daddy took him in. When they found out that the famous Tim Drake was now the adoptive son of Bruce Wayne, you were forgotten about. They asked him what Wayne Manor was like, how’d he feel to be adopted by Bruce Wayne, and other questions you didn’t really understand.

You were excited about Tim joining the family, though; you often wonder what having a brother would be like and you two were very close in age. It would be nice to have someone other than Mr. Pennyworth to talk to. Maybe the two of you could play Pokémon together!

You walked up to him the day Mr. Pennyworth told you that he’d be living at the manor with you, excited to get to know your newest family member, but that excitement quickly died when he took one look at you and walked away, like you weren’t interesting to him. You tried over and over to get him to like you, to get him to play with you, to at least look at you, but he just pushed you away (very harshly). And if things weren’t bad enough, he and Daddy spent every night together, locked away in the library.

It wasn’t fair! You were here first and had yet to talk to him, but Tim gets to spend time with him! And every time you tried to join, they just pushed you away, like you were some kind of fly buzzing around them. When that door closed, you wouldn’t see them until the next morning, so they were probably watching movies in there or something just as fun. You lived with three other people and you somehow felt more alone than ever since Momma died.

You met Dick a year later, around the anniversary of Momma’s death. At first, you were excited because Mr. Pennyworth said he was very friendly and had grown up in a circus before being adopted by Daddy, so he could do all sorts of tricks. Maybe you’d finally have a friend who wasn’t the butler.

Unfortunately, this ended in disappointment, too. Sure, it started off nice, he greeted you warmly (at least more warmly than your Daddy or Tim had) and ruffled your hair. You were so happy, you thought you’d explode. Finally, you had someone that you can spend time with.

“Dick,” your daddy said in his usual tone less voice.

“Sorry, baby bird, gotta go! We’ll hang out soon, though, promise!”

“Soon” never came though. He came over a few times during the day to spend time with Tim, either helping him with homework or taking him to Bat Burger, but never you. He always said that he promised to hang out with Tim and he’d do the same with you, but after the fifth time it happened, you stopped trying. He also spend time with Tim and your Daddy in the library at night, none of them coming out for the rest of the night.

Barbara came into your life little bit after Dick. When you saw her rolling in her wheelchair, you felt bad and offered to push her around. She snapped at you, saying she was fine and didn’t need your help. That was the first, last, and only time you talked to her. When you saw her spending time with your “family” in the library, you weren’t even hurt because you had grown used to it.

Cassandra and Stephanie came in around the same time when you nine. Stephanie was a burst of energy and it actually surprised you; Wayne Manor seemed to cancel out all noise and forced anyone inside it to be silent (at least that how it was for you) and she seemed to be happy to meet you. That lasted all of a week, though, and she quickly lost interest like a puppy that had grown up and was no longer cute to its owners.

Cassandra looked at you once, like he was trying to solve some mystery, and that was it. Alfred told you that she was mute and you did your best to learn ASL to better communicate with her. You picked up some of the basics, but not enough to carry on an actual conversation, so you opted to carry a little notepad with you so she could write things down, but when she kept ignoring you in favor of interacting with the rest of the family, you got the message. And when she and Stephanie spent time with your “family” in the library night after night, you stopped referring to Bruce as your Daddy. It was clear he didn’t want the title.

You had Alfred, anyway. Spending nights baking, helping him with his chores, and talking about your day over tea was enough for you.

Jason came back (from the dead) when you were ten. You met him when you caught him trying to sneak into the mansion through a window instead of coming through the door like a normal person (then again, you’ve long since realized that no one in this place is normal. Except Alfred.). Your meeting ended when he gave you a black eye and told you to stay away from him when all you did was say hi. You cried the entire night because you had school pictures the next day. It was a while before Jason started making regular appearances, but when he did, you weren’t surprised to see him spending nights in the library. When he glared at you, his blue eyes turning green, you asked Alfred to let you eat in your room and the man agreed to bring your meals to you.

When you were fifteen, the last one of join the Wayne Family was your biological brother, Damian. And the day you two met, you became convinced he only existed to make your pathetic life a living hell because the moment Alfred introduced you to him, he pulled an actual sword on you, giving you a small scar on your left cheek. You could do nothing but fall on your ass and look up in horror as this ten-year-old boy from hell raised his sword, spouting some nonsense about him being the “true blood son,” that you were “nothing more than the son of a harlot,” and how he will “be the one to inherit his father’s legacy.” For a moment, you thought you were about to be killed by the little bastard when Bruce appeared from out of nowhere and carried him off, Damian shouting threats and insults at you the entire time.

“Sorry about that, Y/N,” Dick said as he helped you up. “Are you ok?”

“What do you think,” you shouted at him. “That monster just sliced my face with a sword and tried to kill me!”

“Hey, don’t call him a monster,” he responded, give you a look of disappointment. “He had a difficult upbringing and he’s having to get used to Gotham and living with us. You should try to be a good big brother and support him.”

For a moment, you thought you suffered from a stroke and had misheard him, but the look on his face said you heard him correctly.

“Are you out of your fucking mind? He tries to kill me and I’m suppose to just let it go?”

“There’s no need for that kind of language, Y/N.”

You deemed the “conversation” a lost cause and leave, Dick calling out to you before going to the wing that holds the master bedrooms. Fortunately, Bruce kept bringing in other people to be a part of this demented family, so you were stuck with the tiny guest room that didn’t even have a window. But, it was far away from them, so it was a good trade.

After that, it seemed like Damian made it his mission in life to make your life hell. You couldn’t pass by him without him insulting you, hurting you, or bringing up your Momma, which would lead to you crying your eyes out. And when he started collecting pets, he would send them after you, Titus and Alfred the Cat chasing you throughout the manor, forcing you to barricade yourself in your room.

That leads to today: you accidentally dropped your Momma��s pen while walking to the kitchen and unfortunately, Damian was around the corner, watching the entire thing. He was able to move faster than your eyes could follow and before you knew it, he had swooped down and grabbed it just as you were about to. You look up in horror as he stares down at you with his usual smug and condescending expression as he waves the pen around, clearly mocking you.

“Your reflexes are slow and pathetic, inferior. You’re a massive disappointment to the Wayne bloodline.” He stares at the pen with disgust. “While this pen is poorly made and lacks any craftsmanship, it’s still more than a failure like you deserves.”

You stand up to your full height, trying to ignore the burning desire to tackle the little brat and bash his stupid head in. “Give that back to me. Now.” You realize you’re practically grinding your teeth to powder.

“I don’t take orders from you, inferior,” he bites back, his green eyes glaring at you. “You’re far beneath me. I come from two perfect bloodlines and that makes me superior to you by rite of birth. Your whore of a mother somehow managed to slither her way into my father’s bed and bring you into the world. You might have Wayne blood, but your tainted blood dilutes it.” He gets in your personal space nod even when looking up at you, he still tries to assert whatever dominance he thinks he has. “We will never be equals.”

You use this opportunity to grab the arm holding your Momma’s pen. As expected, he does not take kindly to this.

“You dare lay your hands on me,” he screeches, wrenching his hand away.

You don’t know how, but the little shit has impressive strength. Sure, you’re not an athlete (you’ve stayed roughly the same height since you hit puberty and can’t build muscle mass to save your life), but he shouldn’t have this kind of upper body strength! But, you’re determined to reclaim the pen, so you grab his hand with your other one and start pulling with all your might, doing whatever you can to break his grasp of it.

“Let go of me, you filthy interloper!” With a big tug, he breaks your grip and you can only look on in terror as he walks over to the kitchen window. “If you want this pen so much, you can look for it out there!” In a flash, he opens the nearby kitchen window and hurls your pen outside, where a massive downpour drenches the yard.

You can’t help but look on as it flies far from the mansion and out of your field of vision; on the ground, you see a ripple in the middle of the massive lake of rainwater and mud that the storm has created over the last three days of nonstop rain, indicating that your precious pen is now underwater.

In that moment, you feel nothing but immense sadness at your pen’s loss and unbridled rage at the one who did caused it. Every last thing he’s done to you flood your mind and you feel your face becomes incredibly flushed, your vision goes blood red in rage, and hot, angry tears stream from your eyes; before you know it, you’re right behind him, his back still turned to you from throwing your pen.

“You son of a bitch,” you shout at the top of your lungs, causing him to turn his head as you quickly deliver a swift backhand to his left check, the sound of your hand striking him echoing in the kitchen.

You know he shouts something back, but you’re so filled with rage that his words fail to reach your ears. You know he’ll retaliate and probably get in trouble with Bruce and Dick, but you don’t care. You’re pissed off and want nothing more than to inflict even a small amount of pain onto him, so that he’d feel even an ounce of what he’s made you feel since you two met. Using your height advantage, you grab both his shoulders and with all your rage-enhanced strength, you shove him to the floor, loving the sight of him wincing when he lands on his rear, but instead of looking up at you in fear like you wanted, he has a pissed off look.

Realizing that finding your pen is more important than dealing with him, you sprint to the door, throw it open, and dash into the rain, not caring that your clothes were completely soaked after only a few seconds and the wind froze you to the core. All that matters is finding that pen, the only piece of Momma that you were able to take with you, something so precious to her she refused to go anywhere without it.

Except that day, when she was taken from you and your life fell apart.

You wade through the many puddles, your socks providing no support so you stumble and fall, getting even more wet. But you pick yourself up and keep running until your at the puddle far from the house and that’s when you get on your hands and knees and start waving around hoping to touch even a little bit of the metal. You feel nothing, but you don’t let up, moving around the puddle, not caring that you’re getting more and more soaked with every second and that mud is slathered over your arms and legs.

“Come on,” you shout to yourself, getting more and more upset. “Come on, where are you?”

Finally, you feel something small, metallic, and cylindrical. You latch onto it like a lifeline and pull it up so hard the force of it makes you fall on your back, the puddle covering your entire body. You quickly sit up to see Momma’s pen. Wet and covered in mud, sure, but it’s back where it belongs. Now that the urge to find it is over, your senses quickly catch up and your realize your freezing, shivering, and soaked to the bone.

You run back to the mansion and when you close the door, you see that everyone is in the kitchen, all their eyes on you. You look at Bruce and see him mad, you look at Damian and see a shit-eating grin, and you look at Dick and see disapproval.

“Did you slap Damian when all he did was ask you for a pen,” Bruce asks.

That little shit’s convinced them this is all your fault. Of course, you should’ve known that he’d make you the bad guy and deflect any blame on his part.

“He didn’t ’ask,’ he took—“

“But you did slap him over a pen,” Bruce cuts you off.

“Yes, but—“

“Wow, I’ve done some petty shit, but this beats all,” Jason mocks, acting like this was some show and not you being ganged up on.

“That’s so uncalled for, Y/N,” Dick chides you. “There’s no need for you put your hands on Damian, especially for something so small.”

Your breath hitches and all you want is for the floor to open up and swallow you whole. They say nothing to you and ignore your existence for years and now, the one time they notice and speak to you, it’s to do this?

“Master Bruce,” Alfred interjects. “You’re not being fair. I believe that pen—“

“Alfred, it doesn’t matter what’s so special about the damn thing, it’s just a pen.” He holds his hand out to you. “Give it to me. Damian asked for it and after what you just did, he’s going to get it.”

You see Damian’s grin grow and your rage comes back.

“Hell no,” you mutter, slipping it into your pocket. You see everyone’s eyes widen while Bruce’s frown gets more intense at your defiance.

“What did you just say?”

You can tell he’s pissed at you defying him. Oh well, you’ve already dug your grave, what’s adding a few more feet to it gonna do?

“I said hell no!”

“Oh, man,” Jason cackles. “You done fucked up, kid!”

“Go to your room,” Bruce says with clenched teeth. “You’re grounded.”

You quickly leave the room, wanting to put as much room between them and you as possible. As you leave, you hear them talking about you, asking what’s wrong with you, how childish you are, and other stuff you really don’t want to hear right now. When you close your door behind you, the dam breaks and you fall to your knees, letting out a wail and allowing tears to stream from your eyes like a waterfall. The last time you cried this hard was when you were told Momma had died and it’s in this moment you wish you had been in the car with her now more than ever.

A knock at the door brings you back to your harsh and uncaring reality.

“Master Y/N,” Alfred calls from the other side. “May I come in?” You get up and open the door. “Oh, my dear boy.”

You allow him to come in and he closes the door behind him before bringing you into a tight hug, which is when you resume your crying.

“I hate them,” you shout in between sobs. “I hate them all!”

“I know,” he says. “I tried to tell them after you left the room, but they wouldn’t listen.”

“Alfred,” you say, pulling yourself together enough to talk coherently. “When I turn eighteen, I’m going back to Goodsprings.”

He pulls away and looks at you. “I understand why you feel that way, but it’s been ten years since you left, Master Y/N. If you go back there, you’ll be alone.”

“I’m alone here, Alfred!” You pull away from him. “Ever since I came here, they’ve made it clear that I’m unwelcome here! That I don’t belong here! At least back home, I’ll be surrounded by memories of Momma.”

“But this has been your home for ten years.”

“This isn’t my home, Alfred. It never was and it never will be.”

He opens his mouth to say something, but decides against it. Instead, he pulls you back into another hug. “I understand. I’ll miss you dearly, but if going back will make you happy, I’ll wish you all the best.”

You can do nothing but cry. You’ll miss Alfred, the only good thing to come out of going to live in this godforsaken city and this manor from hell, but when you need to get out of here. The sooner you leave Gotham and get back to Goodsprings, the better you’ll be.

A/N: thank you all so much for the likes and comments on chapter one! I really didn’t think that so many people would like it, but here we are! I hope you all continue to enjoy this series!

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[donutz]

Dogday x gn reader angst

Request from Tumblr—! Here you go Dawko-fanpage☆

—☆You are a human in this

Searching around, you always find something interesting.

Like the dead bodies of toys, or blood splatters, a pool? That's something you didn't expect in this place.

One thing you figured out yourself about this place is that it's huge. It's like the square miles of this place is more than Mount Everest!

And even in this hell hole, you still made some friends. Some as in Poppy, Kissy Missy, and a smaller version of Dogday. It jumped on you when you weren't aware, but it didn't try to eat or kill you. It rubbed its head against yours, maybe these tiny critters can actually be cute.

Other than the fact they eat humans and toys.

And have jumped a singular man as a group.

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Let's just hope this small Dogday stays innocent.

You were in a somewhat safe spot. These colorful and soft walls kind of distract you from the real world.

You wanted to rest, just for a while.

But something's telling you to go ahead. And the fact there's a murderous purple cat on the loose, hunting you down.

To have you not thinking about it, you pet the small puppy.

Cutely, it stuck its tongue out and started wagging its tail. Even the slightest bit of happiness can comfort you here.

You closed your eyes, resting, thinking about what to do next. When a small head lightly bumped against your stomach, bringing you back to the real world.

“Why'da bump me hm?” The tiny jumped off your lap and went somewhere.

“Oh, wait I don't wanna lose you!” You whisper yelled. You kept your eyes on it, following where it’s going.

You stumble upon an eerie hallway, being suspicious, you scruffed the small Dogday just in case. It tried to get out of your grasp, squirming, “I know you want to just go everywhere, but c’mon at least have some security for yourself.” You said to the tiny critter.

“You! You’re Poppy’s angel!” The rough voice scared you, making you flinch. When you saw the source of the voice, your eyes went wide.

“Come to save us.” The small one stopped squirming and was also looking at the much bigger Dogday. Maybe that’s why it was running over here, to tell you about the suffering life form you never knew about.

“Nothing left to save, not here.” He looked up at you, noticing you had the smaller critters, aka the ones who were eating him bit by little bit.

“...”

He shook his head and resumed his talking, “You’re in Catnap’s home, angel.” But he saw that you were distracted. With talking to the smaller version of him.

“Eat those belts and I’ll give you scratches for the longest time.” You whispered. The smaller Dogday understood and jumped onto Dogday’s arms, he flinched, scared he’ll get hurt again.

“Uhh, continue with what you’re saying, the smaller you is gonna eat away at the belts, don’t worry he’s tamed.”

“... If you say so Angel, You’re in their home. A million pairs of—” Dogday’s left arm was released.

‘Wow he sure is efficient..’ Dogday thought.

“eyes are on you now… Watching, waiting, hungr—” You caught Dogday before he could fully fall on the ground.

“See? Tamed!” You said with a smile as the small Dogday crawled up your arm. “Now, let’s go before all of us get eaten!”

Tiny Dogday crawled into your pocket as the bigger Dogday shifted to your back.

Even with the bigger Dogday being huge, you still managed through. I guess you being here gives you big muscles.

You finally made it outside. And could rest while at it.

“Bigger Dogday, I’m gonna patch you up. I don’t know how to reattach your legs back, but I’ll try to not have your organs nearly fall out.” You stated, assuring that Dogday won’t be in as much pain he’s currently in.

“You don’t need to angel—”

“But I’m gonnaaaa. So stop being so selfless.” You could hear small giggles coming from your pocket.

“What, you think this is funny to you? Huh ya little vermin?” The tiny was still giggling, even louder than before.

You let out a sigh and continued on, Dogday smiled(an actual one) a little from his smaller version.

You found medical supplies and went to work on patching up Dogday, trying to be as careful as you can. He’s been through enough before you even got here.

The tinier Dogday watched your process, jumping from your pocket and rubbing its head against Dogday’s much larger hand. He flinched a bit, but pet his smaller version.

After 15-30 minutes, you were done. “Alright, I’m done!”

“Angel, this is amazing I—!”

You heard the familiar sound of metal scratching against a floor. Oh come on, you can’t get a little bit of rest?! It was the Prototype, you thought he only comes near you if you killed somebody! And Dogday nor his smaller version is dead.

So, why is he here?

Well, you either defend yourself with your life, or sacrifice it or something. Though the hand most likely knew some moves, you still need to defend the two puppies that are behind you.

You’ve done the impossible so you can do this right?

Wrong! (＾▽＾)

The Prototype’s sharp and metallic fingers were plunged into your heart.

“ANGEL NO!” (I don’t know how to make this seem serious, I’m just here💀)

His hands were removed from your heart, though he didn’t take your body to build himself(that’s what I headcanon) maybe you weren’t worthy enough.

Prototype was looking for Dogday, but fortunately, he was nowhere to be seen, neither was his smaller version.

He needed to search, to find him, but— he doesn’t feel like it right now. So he left. Leaving you to die, maybe.

Who knows?

You can always do the impossible.

[candy69gurl]

Bound by Ropes Love

Sub Gojo Satoru x dom f!reader

Warnings- 18+, dark, reverse consensual (m!sub+f!dom), mentions of breakup, bondage, m!nipple biting & playing, dick squeezing, blow job, cum play, m!teasing & begging, m!harassment, use of threats, clit rubbing, cum squirt on face (male), use of nicknames, mutliple orgasms, raw sex (cumming inside), face sitting, cum eating wc - 4k requested by anon ART NOT MINE !

Satoru saunters up to Utahime, smirking mischievously as she rolls her eyes at his approach. She leans back against the wall, crossing her arms over her chest. "What do you want, Satoru? I'm busy."

Undeterred, Satoru props himself up against the opposite wall, leaning closer to her until their faces are mere inches apart. His eyes sparkle with playful intent. "Oh, come on, Utahime," Satoru drawls, that same devilish grin never leaving his face. "I wasn't expecting such a cold welcome from someone as warm and lovely as you. Can't a guy just say hi without getting the icy treatment?"

Satoru chuckles softly, shaking his head at her protest, before continuing his flirtatious banter. "Alright, alright, no need to be so defensive. But look at me, Utahime. You know you enjoy these little interactions between us. Admit it."

He leans even closer, their lips almost touching, and whispers, "You'd miss it if I stopped, wouldn't you?" His eyes locked on hers, daring her to object. Utahime scoffs, trying to hide her discomfort behind a forced laugh. "Like I would ever miss your constant flirting, Gojo. You're relentless."

But even as she speaks, her cheeks flush a light pink, a clear indication that Satoru's words have affected her. Her gaze flickers away from his, unable to meet those vibrant blue eyes directly.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TWO DOING !", you yell, your voice echoing in the hallway.

Gojo Satoru and you have been dating for about six months, and everyone is aware of this. Yet, Gojo has a terrible inclination of flirting with others. It upsets you greatly.

You walk into the hallway, startling both Satoru and Utahime, who are engaged in a heated flirtation. They separate immediately, catching you off guard. What the hell are they doing? Your voice rings out sharply, revealing your emotions.

Utahime meets your gaze, guilt flashing across her face for a brief moment. Satoru, though, remains nonchalant. Pushing his sunglasses up his nose, he offers you a casual wave.

As you step closer, Utahime seems to sense danger and quickly excuses herself, slipping away from the scene before you can react. You turn your attention fully to Satoru, who now stands alone in the hallway with you.

"Well, well, what brings you here?" He asks, still maintaining his cool demeanor. His eyes gleam with a hint of defiance, challenging you to say something. You clench your fists, anger bubbling inside.

"I could ask you the same thing," you snap back, taking a step closer to him.

Before you can react, Satoru attempts to wrap his arms around your waist, pulling you close. His proximity makes your heart race, but you stiffen in resistance.

"Don't you dare," you hiss through gritted teeth, pushing against his chest to keep some distance between you two. For a moment, the tension between you is palpable. Your eyes lock, his vibrant blue irises meeting your own. In them, you see a mixture of defiance and challenge, daring you to push further. The tension in the air is thick enough to cut with a knife. His attempt to pull you close stirs a whirlwind of emotions within you. You feel conflicted - between anger at his blatant disregard for your feelings and attraction to this man who continues to toy with your heartstrings.

For a moment, it seems like neither of you will back down. But then, finally, Satoru releases a sigh and takes a step back. "I apologize if I went too far," he says, his voice a low rumble that sends chills down your spine. "But you know how I am." There's a hint of playfulness in his voice, as if he's trying to lighten the mood after such a tense encounter.

"We are breaking up", you hear yourself saying the words, feeling every ounce of them ring true. A heaviness settles in the pit of your stomach, causing your knees to shake slightly. Seeing the shock wash over Satoru's face, you notice the smile fading away from his face. His eyes widen, and for a moment, he seems genuinely taken aback.

"Breaking up?" he repeats, disbelief tinging his voice. "Baby, please I am sorry"

"I mean it," you say firmly, standing your ground. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, threatening to spill over. You swallow hard, trying to regain control of your emotions. "I can't do this anymore, Satoru. You don't love me, you fucking don't"

His eyes soften, and for a split second, he looks pained. But thenhe shakes his head, a determined glint entering his eyes. "No, no, you're wrong. I do love you, more than you know."

"Love me?!" you scoff, almost laughing at the absurdity of the statement. "How can you love me when you are flirting around with others. I've seen you doing the same with Mei Mei last week."

Satoru's lips thin into a tight line, his expression hardening. "It was just a friendly conversation," he insists, defensive undertones creeping into his voice. "You know that wasn't anything more than that."

"And I'm supposed to believe you? When I fucking saw you with my own eyes" you say incredulously, shaking your head. "I can't do this anymore, Satoru. You need to learn to control your urges if you want to be in a real relationship."

"Fine, fine please I am sorry, it won't happen again."He sighs heavily, running a hand through his hair, seeming frustrated with himself and the situation. "I know, babygirl, you're right. I was stupid," he admits, meeting your gaze earnestly. "I never meant for this to end up like this. I never wanted to hurt you, I swear," he pleads, reaching for your hand.

You withdraw your hand. "No we are done", you already forgave him but you want to make him suffer for what he did.

The sting of rejection flashes across Satoru's features, and he watches as you pull your hand away, the warmth of his grasp replaced by cold air. Tension coils between them, thick enough to cut with a knife. The realization hits him that he has lost you, and it stings worse than any curse ever could - because unlike those, this loss is permanent.

"Please? I'll do anything.. Please babygirl?" he murmurs softly, his voice a mix of desperation andpleading.

You try to hide an upcoming smirk on your face, "Oh really anything?"

Satoru notes the smirk on your face and his eyes narrow slightly, suspicion flickering in their depths. "Anything," he confirms, crossing his arms over his chest. "Name it."

You watch him, enjoying the game you've started. He's so used to being in control and having the upper hand, and seeing him on edge, unsure, is oddly satisfying. It feels good to finally hold some power over him.

"You mean anything physically too?", your mind racing with the evil ideas.

Satoru raises an eyebrow, a slow grin spreading across his face. "What do you have in mind, my little butterfly? You know I'm always up for a challenge." His voice drips with playfulness, but there's no mistaking the heat beneath the surface, the promise of pleasure and pain mingling temptingly.

"Tonight at my place , I'll test my dearest boyfriend's love for me", you chuckle darkly.

"Test me, huh?" Satoru chuckles, the sound low and husky. "I'm intrigued, darling. I accept the challenge. Tonight, then." He winks, the mischief in his eyes undeniable as he leans closer, brushing a feather-light kiss against your temple before sauntering away, confidence oozing from every pore. The kiss sends shivers down your spine, leaving your body tingling in its wake. As Satoru walks away, you can feel the heat rise inside you, anticipation building.

You nod, feeling a strange sense of power over the situation. Tonight will be different, and you're excited to see how far he's willing to go for you.

You wait for Satoru, your nerves a jumbled mess of excitement and anxiety. Anticipation bubbles in your chest as you hear the doorbell ring. Taking a deep breath, you answer the door, and Satoru stands before you, looking every inch the charming playboy you fell for.

"Hello, darling," he greets, a devilish glint.

"Go straight to my bedroom", as soon as you gesture for him to follow, Satoru's eyes light up with understanding. He doesn't question your request, simply going to your bedroom, while you follow him.

The tension in the room is palpable, electric even. He takes in the preparations you've made, raising an eyebrow, but he says nothing, waiting for you to lead the way. The air is heavy with unspoken words, both of you aware that things are different tonight.

"Take off your clothes," you command, your voice steadier than you expected. Satoru's eyes widening slightly at your directness, slowly, he undresses, his muscles rippling under his pale skin. When he's finally standing before you, with only his boxers on, your heart skips a beat at the sight of him. His eyes never leave yours, a challenge burning in their depths. You swallow hard, trying to keep your composure.

"Now what, love?" he asks, his voice a sultry.

"On the bed, Satoru," you instruct, your voice steady despite the tremors in your knees. Surprisingly, he doesn't argue. Moving to the bed, he lies down obediently, eyes locked on you as you begin to strip down. Nerves threaten to consume you, but you push them aside. One by one, you remove your clothes until you're left in just your underwear.

Your heart races, but you force yourself to maintain eye contact with him as you walk towards the bed. "Spread your legs," you say, your voice barely above a whisper. There's a newfound power in these words, in this moment, and it thrills you. Satoru complies without hesitation, his eyes never leaving you as you move closer. Your hands shake slightly as you reach for the ropes you prepared earlier.

"Do you think you can handle me, Satoru?" you ask, your voice rough with desire and nervousness. "Or will you beg me to stop?"

Satoru's eyes gleam at your question, his chest rising and falling rapidly with the exertion of restraint. "Never," he growls, his tone determined and full of promise. "I trust you, my butterfly. Show me what you've got."

The warmth in his eyes fuels your courage, and you waste no time in binding his hands above his head, securing them firmly to the bed frame. His breathing quickens, and the satisfaction you feel at his submission is heady. You run your fingers through his hair, enjoying the softness of it, the contrast between his silken strands and his rock-hard body.

"Now," you say, a boldness creeping into your voice. With a wolfish smile, you straddle his hips, grinding your hips slowly against his erection. The sensation is exhilarating, the power dynamic shifting in a way that makes your blood rush. You moan softly at the feel of him against you, your panties dampening with your arousal. Leaning down, you trail kisses along his collarbone, his skin warm and smooth under your lips.

His breath hitches, and you can hear the rapid beating of his heart, pounding in sync with your own. As you reach his nipple, you gently bite it, drawing a gasp from him. He arches beneath you, and you feel a rush of triumph. The taste of his skin is salty, the sensation electrifying. Switching sides, you repeat the process, leaving no part of his chest untouched. His skin is perfect against your mouth, and your senses are on fire.

As you finish with his second nipple, you lean back, gazing into his eyes as you watch his reaction to your every move. They're filled with lust and desire, a testament to your growing confidence. A sly grin tugs at the corner of your lips as you take his nipple between your teeth once more, eliciting a sharp intake of air from him. You tease him, sucking lightly and releasing, repeating the process until he's squirming beneath you.

"S-stop doing that with my nipples", he rasps, his voice thick with need. You hum in approval, leaning down to nibble on the sensitive bud again.

"Is that a plea, Satoru? Or a demand?" you ask, your voice low and seductive. You trace a finger down his flat abdomen, feeling theplayful. "You know, I could keep doing this all night if I wanted to. Would you like that?"

His struggles become more pronounced, his hips bucking in need of friction. "No, please... Stop..." he groans, the word sounding more like a plea than a command. You chuckle darkly, loving the effect you're having on him.

"Such contradictions from you, Satoru. Such need." You pinch his nipple gently, twisting it slightly, and he cries out, his hips bucking wildly. "Oh, the strongest man mewling like crazy," you bite your lip, seductively.

His cock brushing against your wet panties, the friction driving him wild. His chest rises and falls rapidly, his skin flushed with passion.

"What do you want, Satoru?" you ask, your voice sultry and demanding. "Do you want me to release you and ravish you like my dear little pet, or should I continue torturing you with my mouth?" His eyes flicker between desperation and defiance, the struggle clear in his gaze.

"Take.. me, please," he finally concedes, the words rushed and desperate. You smirk at his surrender, leaning down to kiss him passionately. Your tongues dance, your hands roaming over his body, exploring every inch of his muscles. Your heart is pounding, the scent of his skin intoxicating.

Slowly, you take out his rock like dick, from his boxers, yanking it off. You pull away from the passionate kiss, reaching down to grasp his cock firmly. He winces at the abrupt change, his eyes widening in anticipation. A wicked glint appears in yours, enjoying the power dynamic that's shifted. Gently, you squeeze his shaft, eliciting a choked gasp from him. His body trembles under your grip, his breath hitching in surprise.

"Aww" you taunt, your voice dripping with mockery. His eyes lock onto yours, pleading for mercy.

"Just... Just stop, please," he whispers hoarsely, his body tense with discomfort. You chuckle darkly, tightening your grip further.

"Already begging me to stop? Didn't you tell me you will be able to take this?" You question mockingly, your gaze intense.

His breath hitches, his gaze darting to the ceiling as he tries to find some semblance of control.

"You love how much I push the limits, Satoru. Admit it," you challenge, squeezing his shaft again, the tension between you palpable.

"Please let me cum, Y/N, I beg of you", he begs. Your grip tightens, his breath hitching in pain.

"Only when I say so, mister," you respond coldly, your voice holding no remorse.

He writhes beneath you, his muscles clenching with each squeeze. His eyes plead for mercy, but you remain relentless. Your thumb rubs over the head of his cock, teasing him mercilessly.

You lean down, your lips brushing against the tip of his cock, letting the precum coat your lower lip before pulling back. You give his cock a few firm pumps, letting him savor the pleasure before you engulf his length in your mouth. Your tongue swirls over the head, your lips working up and down his shaft. His breath hitches, his head tossing back as you suck him off. He bucks his hips upward, seeking more contact, but you hold him down firmly.

As you tease him, you hear his ragged breaths echo in the room. The tip of your tongue flicks over his sensitive spot, drawing a groan from him. His hips jerk erratically, trying to push deeper into your mouth. You slow down, taking him completely in your mouth, sucking him gently. His breathing becomes more labored, his hands gripping the sheets tightly.

Slowly, you pick up the pace, bobbing your head rhythmically. You feel him growing more rigid under your touch, his moans filling the air. As he nears his climax, you pull back, leaving just the tip of his cock in your mouth.

With a strangled cry, he comes in your mouth, his release pouring forth. You take his cum in your mouth and force his mouth open with your two fingers, letting the cum spill onto his tongue. He gasps, his eyes wide with shock and lust. Your hand cups his jaw, forcing him to swallows hastily, his gaze locked with yours.

"That's for pushing me too far," you murmur, a smirk playing on your lips. "Now, we'll see if you learn your lesson."

With a wicked smile, you peel off your panties, revealing your wetness to him. He watches hungrily, his eyes never leaving your pussy. You start grinding on him, rubbing against his spent cock. His hands tugging against the ropes. He moans softly, his voice indicating his need to be inside you.

His cock responds to your movements, hardening once more. You continue your slow, sensuous dance.

You increase the intensity of your thrusts, your clit grinding against his cock. His hips buck wildly, struggling against the restraints, but he remains trapped. You watch as his expression twists between pain and pleasure, his cheeks flushed. Sensing that he's about to climax again, you lean forward, hovering above him.

With a final press of your clit against his cock, you send him over the edge. Cum arcs upwards, splattering across his cheek, staining his handsome face. A low growl escapes his throat as he glares up at you, a mix of frustration and lust burning in his eyes. You laugh softly, leaning in to kiss him gently.

"I wonder how Utahime and Mei-Mei will react after seeing the strongest man so vulnerable under my feet," smirking, you lift one leg, placing your foot on his chest before bringing it down hard on his still-softening cock. He winces, but you can tell he enjoys the sensation. It brings his cock back to half-mast, and your eyes gleam with victory.

"Getting hard again? Insatiable" You tease, your toes lightly tracing the underside of his shaft. He grunts, nodding weakly.

"Shall I sent them a photo of you like this ?"

He shakes his head, a hint of fear in his eyes. "Don't...please," he whispers, his voice hoarse. You chuckle and climb off him, sitting beside him.

"Beg me", you grin evily.

He swallows hard, his eyes pleading. "Please, don't send it. Please, don't humiliate me like that."

You lean closer, his manly scent enveloping you. "Do you want me to stop here?"

His eyes flicker to your feet, then back to your face. "No, please, don't stop. I want to be inside you," he begs, desperation clear in his voice. You run your finger along his jaw

With a satisfied hum, you climb back on top of him, positioning yourself over his hardened cock.

As you slide down, you feel his cock stretch you, filling you completely. He lets out a low groan, his body trembling. Your nails dig into his chest, your movement deliberate and unhurried.

"Please, untie me..." he begs, his voice raspy.

You smirk, "no not till I cum."

He grits his teeth, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows hard. "Please, they hurt," he whispers, his voice filled with longing. You lean down, brushing your lips against his ear.

"Take the pain if you love me."

His breathing hitches, his eyes locked on yours. With a nod, he agrees. You pick up your pace, your body slamming against his. He strains against the ropes, his muscles bulging. You could see the effort in his face, feeling his need for release.

His thrusts become frantic, his cock hitting your g-spot with every movement. You cry out, your orgasm building rapidly. But just as you're about to reach the peak, he releases inside you. His cock pulses, spilling hot liquid deep within you. The feeling sends shockwaves through you, but you don't cum.

He pants heavily, his eyes watering, back arching and finally falling on the bed. "Sorry, I couldn't hold back..."

"I didn't get to cum, thanks to you asshole", you pout angrily at him.

His drool dripping down his chin; he calms himself down.

"Ride my face, sugar," he commands, his eyes begging for forgiveness.

You straddle his face, his tongue sliding through your folds, his eyes fixated on your pussy. He tastes himself mixed with your sweet nectar. You gasp, your hand tangling in his hair, guiding his tongue deeper.

"Swallow everything you find," you command, your hips rocking. He obeys, his tongue darting in and out, his nose taking in your scent. His eyes lock onto your slickened entrance, his gaze intense. You groan, your core tightening as he flicks his tongue against your clit. Suddenly, you explode, your orgasm washing over you. Wave after wave crashes through you, your body quivering. He sucks harder, swallowing every drop of your release.

Once you've calmed down, you slide off his face, collapsing next to him. You trace your fingers over his ropes, slowly undoing them. As he rubs his wrists, you wrap your arms around him.

"Thank you" he murmurs, his voice muffled against your chest.

"For what?" you question, your arms tightening.

"For driving me insane, for making me realize my feelings for you..."

You smile, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead.

"Love you"

He returns the gesture, hugging you tighter.

"I love you too, sweetheart," he whispers, his breath warm against your skin.

Slowly, his breathing evens out, his muscles relaxing. A sense of peace washes over you, and soon, you drift off to sleep, too.

Together, secure in each other's arms, your bond strengthened, knowing that you both found something precious in each other - genuine love, affection, and connection. In the warmth of his embrace, you understand that sometimes, the most unexpected events can bring forth the most meaningful relationships.

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CHARLIE + KID!READER PLATONIC HEADCANONS

Also my requests are open!!

This sorta turned into a bit of a Drabble- I’m using one of my childhood shows Kate and Mim Mim as inspiration for the readers stuffed toy! I’ll be calling the toy Mim Mim.

Key -

Favorite Color - (f/c)

Favorite Animal - (f/a)

When you arrived at the hotel all alone with no parental figure, It scared Charlie absolutely shitless as she ushered you inside the hotel.

Hell is a very dangerous place, especially for a child.

“Hello, Welcome to th—OH MY GOODNESS!” Charlie exclaims, looking down at the little child standing in front her, eyes full of innocence. Clutching a stuffed (f/c) (f/a) toy. “Hi!” The child beamed with a wide smile. “Okay.. Let’s get you inside, Sweetie.” Charlie said, ushering the child inside.

Okay, How was Charlie going to explain and introduce a child into the hotel.. There was a literal “adult film” actor living in the hotel.. and the radio demon–

Charlie brought you over to the couch, looking around anxiously. Before heading back over to the door and looking around again, Where the hell were your parents?!

“If you’re looking for my mama, She told me come here.” You said dismissively, Charlie’s heart dropped. You were just dropped of here.. Great. “Oh.. Well.. what am I going to do with you?” Charlie mumbled, being to pace a bit.

But then she just sighed, looking determined. She was going to take care of you! “First off.. What’s your name?” Charlie asked, sitting on the couch next to you. “I’m Y/N! This is Mim-Mim!” You introduced yourself, Even presenting Mim-Mim to Charlie! “Well Y/N, Let’s get you and Mim- Mim situated.”

After getting your room situated, getting you all washed up and changed into new clothes, Charlie had you in her room. She was going to introduce you to Vaggie first then the others.

It went well, Although Vaggie was a bit surprised to see a child in the hotel, But you didn’t have a care in the world at the moment.

You would occasionally just sit with your stuffed (f/a) and just talked to it like it was alive. Alive is a keyword. Trust me.

“You think the princess is really nice, Mim-Mim?” You whispered to the toy, Making it nod yes, you smiled, “Me too! She gave me a bath and pretty clothes!” You said before Charlie suddenly called your name. “Y/N! Time to meet the others!”

Now for when Mim-Mim came to life in the hotel for the first time.

You hadn’t brought Mim-Mim to life for a while ever since you came to the hotel you were so busy with doing other things like coloring, Playing with Charlie!

Going on Walks with Vaggie. You even went to an overlord meeting with Alastor! Angel Dust took you out to get Pizza. Made Bath Bombs with Cherri Bomb and Cleaned up with Niffty and Lucifer made you a rubber duck! So many fun things!

How did you not bring Mim-Mim to life for any of that? Eh, You were alone in the lobby.

So you had the chance and you were gonna take it.

“It’s been a while since we last played together Mim-Mim! But now it’s time to come life again!” You exclaimed with a laugh, spinning yourself and Mim-Mim around. “Y/N and Mim-Mim, Me and You! Let’s twirl away to play something new!” You both laughed as the now large (f/c) (f/a) stopped spinning but now was carrying you on their shoulder. “Oo~ where are we?” Mim-Mim asked as they looked around as you readjusted your grip on their shoulders. “We’re in Princess Charlie’s hotel!”

Soon you and Mim-Mim were running through the hotel and playing together before they slipped and fell down a hallway catching you and continuing to slide down the hall as you both laughed.

But then you heard it.

“OH MY GOLLY WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!”

Vaggie heard Lucifer yelling from downstairs with Charlie and they both looked up.

Lucifer stood on the far side of the hallway, looking horrified as his gaze landed on Mim-Mim, Holding Charlie’s kid.

Mim-Mim slowly stood up while holding you close.. before running around a corner.

“CHARLIE SOMETHING HAS YOUR KID!”

“What?!” Charlie and Vaggie both shout at the same time as they both ran up the stairs and Mim-Mim zoomed by as You were screaming and laughing. “Wooo!” You cheered as Mim-Mim had a visible terrified expression. Angel Dust and Husk were talking in the hallway before quickly moving out of the way as Mim-Mim ran by. “Sorry!” Mim-Mim yelled. “The fuck was that?!” Angel dust exclaimed as Charlie ran by. “It has my kid!” Charlie shouted as Angel joined the chase. “Holy fuck.” Husk mumbled taking a swig of his beer. “PUT THE KID DOWN!” Angel yelled to Mim-Mim but they weren’t listening.

Yeah Mim-Mims first appearance did cause a bit of Chaos but that didn’t matter you were having fun!

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This was way more episodic than I realized, I was watching a few shows so I guess it just added on.

Constructive criticism is always welcome! My requests are also open!!

4/2/2024

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Lucifer showing reader a new ducking which slightly backfires

You were working on some documents for registration and construction for the hotel Charlie was working on when you heard some commotion in the hallway, putting your pen down when you heard a loud yelp and something fall over. The door burst open as Lucifer ran into the room with excitement overflowing from him and held something in his hand which was covered like it was a secret. “Name! Name! Angel! Look what I made!” The blonde joyfully ran over to you with a mile-wide smile and pulled you up with his staff so you were beside him. He looked at you with confidence as you smiled back at him.

Lucifer stuck his hand out while the other wrapped around your waist and pressed your cheeks together, revealing a rubber duck with a cute black hat and what looked like a bubble wand. He started speaking in a low growling voice, “Now presenting! The magic-tastical cartwheeling rubber duck!” He happily announced and laughed when the yellow duck did a cartwheel, adorably cooing over its machinery and bringing it closer to you. His inventions never failed to amaze you or make you smile and it didn’t help how goofy he was only made you more dazed with love.

You saw him give you a hopeful expression as he waited to hear your opinion. “Lucifer this is adorable! I love it! Please tell me it doesn’t shoot fire like the last one.” You spoke and winced at the memory of his first attempt at the fire-breathing backflipping rubber duck. That plastic toy ended up burning down a whole floor of Lucifer’s home when it malfunctioned and didn’t stop backflipping flames everywhere. Your boyfriend nervously laughed and looked away clearly embarrassed about the whole situation.

“No no. That rubber duck had a minor mechanical mistake. This one will have no issues and work perfectly! I already called Charlie to tell her about it and she’s looking forward to seeing it.” He said with fondness and genuine love. Ever since he and his daughter talked and worked out their issues in addition to their communication issues. It was heartwarming to see your lover happier than ever which also made him even more cuddly and affectionate which is impressive. You kissed his cheek and looked back at the duck, the bubble wand it had still pulling at your mind and wondering what it was for.

Lucifer caught your curious expression and smugly grinned, nudging you and raising it to both of your faces. “And not only does it cartwheel but it also blows bubbles!” He said but got interrupted when said duck started blowing more bubbles than you thought possible. Neither of you could see anything and you tried to keep a hold of Lucifer. “Luci! Just throw it!” You yelled and couldn’t help but laugh when he whined about having just made it. He was too cute sometimes. After a couple of seconds of arguing he threw it out the window with a pout plastered on his face as he sadly looked down at the duck fall on someone’s head with a squeak.

He turned to you with a disappointed expression and leaned his forehead against your chest, mumbling how he thought it was going to be his greatest work. You ran your fingers through his hair and cupped his face, smiling warmly at his conviction to still try again. “Sweetheart I’m sure you’ll get it! Your inventions get better and better each time!” You whispered and kissed his lips softly, realizing you both were sticky from the bubble formula, and both of you silently agreed to take a shower.

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Bring Me to Life

Sam and Dean Winchester x little sister!reader

Requested by Anonymous

Synopsis: a fic about being the Winchester’s little sister inspired by the song Bring Me to Life by Evanescence. (Reader age isn’t specified but I was thinking like 10-13 ish?)

How can you see into my eyes like open doors?

“Y/N? Baby look at me, look right here. It’s Dean, I’m here.”

Leading you down into my core

Where I’ve become so numb

You’d been taken to hell by Lucifer over a month ago, and this was certainly not the first “Dean” that he had sent just to toy with you. He would get your hopes up only to reveal that it was just a fake; and then when you were almost out of hell, that’s when the fake would turn on you.

That’s when the pain would begin.

So when this Dean ran to you and grabbed hold of your shoulders, claiming to be here to take you home, you just stared at him, unable to find the energy to tell him to go away.

Without a soul, my spirit’s sleeping somewhere cold

Your vacant eyes stared right past Dean, and one look into your deadened features told Dean all he needed to know about your time in hell.

Until you find it there and lead it back home

“It’s ok N/N, it’s gonna be okay. I’m gonna take you home, I’m gonna protect you.”

You didn’t even acknowledge your big brother. That is, until he reached down to lift you into his arms. As soon as his arms were around you, you went absolutely feral.

“No!” You sobbed as you pounded your fists against Dean’s chest. “No, don’t take me!”

“Dean!” Sam’s voice came from the doorway to Lucifer’s throne room, where you were being held. “What’s going on? Someone’s gonna hear!”

“I-I don’t know!” Dean grabbed your hands to keep you from hitting him. “She-she’s just fighting me!”

“Don’t hurt me,” you begged. “Please, please, just tell Lucifer I won’t try to escape anymore, I won’t I promise!” You were hyperventilating now, still squirming to try to free yourself from Dean’s hold, but he could tell your malnourished body was starting to give out.

“Y/N, what are you talking about? It’s Dean, I’d never hurt you!”

“Wait,” Sam spoke up. “A few years ago, when I came here to get Bobby to take him to heaven, he told me that they kept sending in look-a-likes of you and me, just to torture him. She doesn’t know it’s you, Dean.”

“Baby, it’s me I promise,” Dean pleaded. “Just come with me, I—“

“Dean, we don’t have time for this,” Sam hissed. “I’m sorry, we just have to take her.”

Dean was torn for a moment, but he knew Sam was right. If they stayed here any longer, they’d be found out. Scaring you was better than leaving you here.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” Dean whispered as he lifted you into his arms.

“No,” you whimpered. “No, I don’t wanna go, tell him! Tell Lucifer I’ll be good, I promise!”

“Shh, shh,” Dean hushed you as he followed Sam out of the room. “You’ve gotta keep it down little sister.”

Wake me up inside,

Call my name and save me from the dark

You stopped yelling as Dean carried you through the hallways, but he could feel you shaking in his arms the closer he got to the exit.

“We’re taking you home, kid,” he told you over and over, but it had no effect.

Bid my blood to run, before I come undone

Save me from the nothing I’ve become.

You didn’t seem to know what to do once the three of you made it outside. Dean felt your whole body curl in on itself when the sunlight hit you, and he found himself holding you tighter as he brought you to the Impala.

Now that I know what I’m without, you can’t just leave me

Setting you down into the Impala seemed to snap some life into you. Dean could see it in your eyes—those look-a-likes had never taken it this far, but you still didn’t trust it.

Once he’d set you down in the back, he moved to get in the driver’s seat, but your small hands clenched around his arm, your terrified eyes snapping up to him.

“Hey, it’s ok. You’re safe now.”

But you just held on tighter, like you were afraid he would disappear if you let go.

Breathe into me and make me real.

“Ok, ok.” Dean tossed Sam the keys before gently pushing you further into the Impala so that he could sit next to you. “I’m not going anywhere sweetheart, I promise.”

Bring me to life

Wake me up inside.

You flinched as the Impala roared to life, and Dean held you when you leaned closer to him. You didn’t speak, and Dean watched as your eyes darted around, like you thought all of this was an illusion and you were just waiting for Lucifer to drag you out of it and back to hell.

“We’re taking you back to the bunker, Y/N,” Sam said, making sure that you knew what was coming next so that you weren’t any more uncertain than you already seemed to be. “You’re gonna be safe there, I promise.”

Bring me to life

I’ve been living a lie

There’s nothing inside

Bring me to life

Once you reached the bunker, Dean stepped out of the Impala and just waited. After a moment’s hesitation, you climbed out after him, still looking around warily.

You held onto Dean’s hand as he led you into the bunker, and Sam trailed right behind you so that you didn’t have to worry about anything coming up behind you.

I’ve been sleeping a thousand years it seems

Got to open my eyes to everything

“Honey, do you want me to take you to your room?” Sam asked, leaning down to your eye level.

You looked around the bunker for a moment, taking it all in before nodding to Sam.

“Ok.” He smiled when you reached up and wrapped your arms around his neck. Sam carried you into your room and set you down on your bed.

“Sammy?”

“There she is.” Sam grinned at the sound of your voice. “You ok, honey?”

“Is,” your voice cracked, and you gripped into Sam’s hands. “Is this real?”

“Hey.” Sam pulled you into his arms, rubbing your back as you clung to him. “Of course it’s real. We got you out, your safe now. Nobody’s ever going to hurt you again, I promise.”

Without a thought, without a voice, without a soul

Don’t let me die here, there must be something more

Dean was just thinking that he should check on you and Sammy when he heard your scream from across the bunker. He made it to your room in record time, shoving the door open to reveal Sam shaking you awake as you thrashed around in your sleep, still screaming.

“Y/N, hey!” Dean stepped up next to his little brother and grabbed hold of your shoulder. You bolted upright with a cry, your head whipping back and forth as you took in your surroundings.

“Hey, hey it’s ok,” Sam soothed. “You’re in the bunker, you’re ok.”

“I’m right here,” Dean added, grabbing your hand. “You ok?”

You struggled to breathe, your breaths coming out as whimpers as you cried.

“Dean?” You called out finally after a minute.

“Yeah, hey baby I’m right here.”

“De, I’m-I’m all wet,” you mumbled, still crying.

Sam turned on the small lamp next to your bed, and sure enough your hair was plastered to your face with sweat, your dirty top soaked through. But it was more than that—the sheets under you were soaked—you had wet the bed.

“I’m sorry,” you whimpered.

“Hey, don’t apologize,” Dean soothed. “It’s not your fault, let’s get you cleaned up baby.”

Bring me to life

Wake me up inside,

Call my name and save me from the dark

Sam switched your sheets out with clean ones while you got into the shower, cleaning off all the sweat and blood that you’d been too exhausted to clean off when you first arrived.

As soon as you were out, Dean was waiting outside to help you dry off and change into your pajamas.

“That’s better.” Dean smiled reassuringly at you as he dabbed at your face with a towel, drying off some of the spots you’d missed. “You’re safe now, kiddo. I promise you.”

“Will you sleep with me?” You asked, holding onto Dean’s shoulders for stability as you swayed a little from exhaustion.

“Of course.” Dean lifted you into his arms and carried you over to your bed.

“It’s all clean now,” Sam said as he helped Dean tuck you in. “Sweetheart, I’m gonna go make us some food for when you wake up, but Dean’s gonna stay here with you. Is that ok?”

You nodded, your eyes drooping from sleep.

Sam left to make you some food as Dean pulled you gently into his arms. You rested your head against his chest, falling asleep to the gentle thump of his heart.

You’d been through a lot, but with some overbearing TLC of your big brothers, you would be ok.

Bring me to life.

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Acrostico Part 2

This is not the end! I have been having a hard time getting back to writing and this story has been in my drafts for weeks (if not now months) because I just don't like it? But I decided to publish half of it to see how it goes. I will see, based on your reactions to this part, what direction I take with Part 3 which will be the final part.

Part 1

... Enjoy :) ...

You could hear Rosie’s giggles in your sleep, a sound that always brought you comfort. Another voice creeped in, “Aqui esta papa.” Dad’s here. Pedri’s voice joined Rosie’s laugh.

You opened your eyes and were met with the bedroom that you had woken up countless of times in. The firs time he had told you he loved you was in this bedroom but this was also where he had broken your heart countless of times. Leave if you want to, I’m not going to be you to stay. He had said as you toyed with the idea of telling him you were pregnant months back. You were so close to telling him and letting him decide whether you stayed or not but his words solidified that you were making the right decision in keeping him out.

Next to you was an empty bed. Pedri’s scent, which intoxicated your lungs, still remained in the sheets that were now wrapped around your body. You rubbed your eyes as the crisp Barcelona air crept into the room and the events of the night before came to your mind. 

-Please stay.- Pedri pleaded. He held your hand in between his, his eyes were red and wet.

It was too late for you and Rosie to take the train back to Valencia and she had fallen asleep, in his arms non other. Pedri had let the two of you stay in his bedroom while he took the guest room where he spent the night tossing and turning trying to come to terms with the fact that he was a dad. His mind couldn’t stop racing from one thing to the next, how he would tell his family, what the media would say, how to make sure that you and Rosie never left. 

You got out of bed and put on your cardigan, making your way towards the hallway. Rosie’s giggles served as directions of where to go. When you arrived to the end of the hallway you stood there as you saw Pedri and Rosie playing peek-a-boo. Rosie had been giggling for so long that her cheeks were now tinted pink while Pedri hid behind his hands making her think he had left. “Aqui esta papa.” Pedri continued to say as Rosie laughed. 

You smiled and felt as your stomach filled with an intense warmness but at the same time you felt your throat choke up. Your eyes filled with tears. You had felt that it was unfair for Pedri to have missed out on Rosie’s life up to now, but now seeing the two together, you knew the universe had been unfair with the three of you.

Finally you took a few steps towards the pair and they both turned around to look at you. The two almost identical brown eyes fixated on you. You offered Pedri a shy smile. He opened his eyes wide and smiled back. As you took your hand and placed strands of hair behind your ear you turned to look at Rosie who was yelling out “mama!” 

Pedri turned around to look at Rosie with a smile. “Mom’s awake.” You took a few more steps towards them and bent down to put Rosie in your arms. You gave her a kiss on her forehead and she smiled while Pedri remained on the ground staring at the two of you. 

- We can go out for breakfast. Or I can make something here, whatever you want.

You stood there staring at Pedri and gave him an apologetic smile. - I think it’s time for Rosie and I to go home. I’ll call you so that you can see her. I can bring her to you.

You took a few steps back towards the bedroom when you heard his voice. 

-Please.- Pedri pleaded. - Stay. -

-We can’t Pedri. 

-Vamos, you told me it’s been difficult. 

-It has, but … I don’t want to owe you anything.

Pedri stared at you and drove his fingers through his hair. - You won’t, she's mine too.- His eyes diverted towards Rosie who was still in your arms. You looked at him and the way that the looked at Rosie. It was unbelievable how much love he had for her despite having just met her. But your mother was right, blood calls. 

-I’m sure your mom needs a rest. I’ll help you as much as I can. I’ll hire someone to help us while I’m at practice. We can do this together.- Pedri went on.

His eyes locked with yours. You stood there staring at him without any true expression on your face. He looked down at the floor and shook his head.

-I didn’t mean to say together. We can do this for her. You and I don’t have to be together together if you don’t want to. -

And the thing is that as a mother you knew Pedri was doing the right thing. Offering to do whatever it was so that Rosie had a good life, a life with him in it. But as you, as an individual, it broke your heart to hear that he was solely doing it for her. It truly didn’t matter to him whether you wanted to be with him as long as his girl was around. 

You ended up agreeing to stay. And not because you wanted to but because despite everything it was almost impossible for you to say no to him. Eventually, you thought, you would return to Valencia … after you were unable to find a job or your university didn’t allow you to transfer back to Barcelona. But that never happened.

Life became somewhat of a routine with Pedri. He hated waking up early but he did it for Rosie. They spent the first few hours of the day together, cooking breakfast and playing before he had to leave for practice. When practice was over he would rush home to put her to sleep. He seldom went out with his friends because he just wanted to be home with her, almost as if he feared she would soon be gone again.

You looked over at your phone and waited to hear Pedri walking into the door. The day had been difficult between work and school for you and you still had to read for the following day’s classes. A sight of relief left your mouth when you heard Rosie’s bedroom door open and in walked Pedri. 

-Hi. I'm sorry practice went on for a bit longer, did I make it on time?- He asked as he walked in. You smiled. 

-You made it just in time.- You said pointing over to Rosie who was on the bedroom floor with a book in her hand. - She’s been waiting for you.- 

Pedri smiled and walked over to pick up Rosie in his arms. He placed a kiss on her forehead and sat her on his lap to start reading. You stepped out of the bedroom quietly quickly walking towards the living room to look for your own books. 

You sat there for a while until you decided to take a water break. You walked into the kitchen and as you walked back out you were startled with Pedri who was walking out of Rosie’s room.

-She’s finally down.- He said with a smile. You smiled back and walked towards your books.

-She had a long day. She was a bit tired but of course had to wait for dad. -

-She has so much energy.- Pedri answered tow which you turned to look at him and laughed. Pedri stood there staring at you.

-I’m sorry … If you want to watch TV I can go and read in my room.- You said.

Pedri took a few steps towards you. - No, please stay. It reminds me of those nights you spent studying while I kept you company. - 

Pedri stood right behind you and you closed your eyes as you felt his arms go over your shoulders. For a few seconds you took in his warm touch, reminding you of the massages he would give you while you studied. Quickly you took yourself out of the trance that Pedri’s touch put you in and opened your eyes. You closed shut your book and stood up quickly.

When you turned around you were met with the warmth of Pedri's body against yours. He knew he couldn’t force you to feel what you felt before for him, for everything to be as it was before you left. He knew he had hurt you and your complete forgiveness was lightyears away. 

His eyes fixated on yours. 

-Please don’t leave.- He whispered - Finish what you have to do.-

-I can’t do this Pedri.- You responded surprising yourself. Your body against his, your hands rested on his chest allowing you to feel his heart beating a thousand miles per hour. His scent intoxicated your lungs making you lose your senses. His eyes looked down and he offered you an adorable smile. His gaze then went towards your lips which you licked instinctively.

-Do what?- He responded, but before you could say anything you felt his body get closer to you, as if that was possible. You closed your eyes and allowed his lips to wrap yours in. His kisses had the same sweet taste that they did years back. His tongue slowly began to explore your mouth and you moved your hands to caress the back of his neck. You didn’t want to let go and he didn’t want to either.

And he had not dared tried this before. He would look at you with love in his eyes but had made sure not to say anything. You had found him several times staring at you with a smile but he never said anything. He knew that one day he would be able to say it to you once again, that he loved you, but the timing wasn’t right. But that night, he didn’t care. He needed to feel you again, he needed to know if you still felt the same way.

But everything must come to an end. You felt that you needed to breathe and it was necessary to separate from him. You didn’t want to because it meant that it wouldn’t happen again. But you had to. You broke off the kiss.

He looked at you with a smile and in an instant his fingers went up to graze his lips. It was almost as if he wanted to keep the memory of your lips.

-Good night.- You said. He remained there quietly as you turned around to pick up your books.

-No, Y/N … please.-

You turned back to look at him. His hand on your arm.

-Good night, Pedri. - You said once again, this time with more power and he accepted the hint.

-Good night.-

A few days later Pedri had invited you and Rosie to a match at Camp Nou. A few months had passed and the news that Pedri was a father had caused commotion about it had now died down. 

-Let’s go wait for Papa.- You whispered to Rosie while the two of you walked through the tunnels at the end of the match. A few minutes later Pedri surprised you yelling from behind. You stopped walking and turned around to look at him. You smiled as he walked towards Rosie and you, his red cheeks never failed to amaze you. He took Rosie in his arms and walked her over to some of his teammates while you stood there.

A few seconds later a low “hey" took you out of your own thoughts. When you turned around you were met with Alex Collado’s smile. He used to be Pedri’s teammate but he now played in Elche.

-Alex! - You smiled and he took you in his arms in a soft hug. - It’s been so long-  You said to which Alex smiled. - Yeah, last time we saw each other you weren’t a mom yet.- The two of you laughed as you remembered that the last time you had seen Alex him and Pedri almost got into a fight because of you.

-Well, things changes.- You said.

-And at the end, you ended up with Pedri. He won.- Alex commented with a smirk.

-Well, not exactly.- you explained. - He’s her dad but that’s it.-

Alex looked at you with a confused look on his face. - So what does that mean? That I don’t have to ask him for permission for you to go out with me?-

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Note: this update contains mention of abortion. Please proceed with caution.

Where the sun is unrelenting in the south, the Dublin sky is a woolly grey. I pull up to the curb on the Clontarf seafront, where a chilly breeze raises the hairs on my arms. The gate to Alison’s flaking blue townhouse squeaks in the same key it always did, and the grass that sprouts from between the cracks in the concrete slabs is longer than it was in the spring. Unruly, as my mother would say, before leaving a passive-aggressive note in the letterbox about it. I dodge the stinging nettles that have liberated the bush by the steps and knock on the door. 

She’s home alone. She assured me she would be, and it is strange to experience her house in such a state of emptiness when it’s usually so lively. Her sisters would be arguing over a hairdryer, and her mother yelling down the phone because the signal was bad at the back of the house. Today’s silence feels mournful. The hallway is a battlefield of laundry and boxes of junk, all piled up like they are ready for the dump, but those boxes have sat unmoved for years, dust building on chipped plates and plastic toys, sun-bleached of every colour but blue.

She brings me into the living room, where the wall paint cracks and peels to reveal the smooth, pink plaster, like flesh beneath skin. We sit together on a soft, floral sofa and Alison tucks her hair behind her ears. She looks raw, her freckled skin ruddy and taut from crying. 

“You’ve gotten tanned,” she says.

I don’t know what to say to that. 

“Wait there a minute. I’ll make you a cup of tea.” 

I take her hand to stop her before she wafts away to the kitchen to distract herself, murmuring, “I think we should talk about what you’re going to do.”

She chews on her lip, already chapped, and her eyes do an anxious tour of my face. “Did you tell Jenny Smythe?”

“No.”

“Because she tells everyone everything, you know, if Jenny Smythe knows, then everyone might as well know...”

“I haven’t.”

“Does she know you’ve come to Dublin?”

“She thinks I’m visiting my family.”

“Could have come up with a better excuse, I have to say.”

“Nobody is ever going to know about this except for me, I swear. I’ll take this to my grave.”

She shrugs. 

“Okay?”

“Okay, yeah.”

Holding her hands feels like the right thing to do, but it doesn’t surprise me that she flinches away when I try. The inches between us on the cushion feel like a mile. 

“So… How far along are you?”

She frowns at the floor. “Six weeks, maybe seven, I dunno.”

“Right! And, um, do you…” I clear my throat, “Like, does…”

“It’s okay that you don’t know what to say.”

I realise I have been holding my breath, and blow it all out of my nose until my lungs empty. I feel like I’m deflating, like the battered football on the lawn outside. “Any word from Aaron?”

“No, and I doubt I’ll hear a thing. He was going on about how he wanted to be single in college anyway, so, I suppose we’re just fast-tracking that decision,” a hollow, incredulous laugh escapes her. “And I’m obviously not invited to his debs anymore. Message received.”

“Do you have any of his friends’ numbers?”

“I’m not going around ringing his friends. I’m not a desperate person.”

“Fair enough.”

“God.” She shoves the heels of her hands into her eye sockets and rubs them, hard, choking out one dry sob while a hand on the broken mantlepiece clock ticks, stuck, twitching between one second and the next, “This is so bad, like, I can’t really even believe how bad it is. I can’t fully convince myself that it’s real.”

“You’re going to be fine, no matter what comes of it.”

“It’s actually funny, almost, because this is dead-on, exactly what everyone predicted. Why is it that I can’t ever seem to, like, rise above their crap expectations of me?”

“Don’t be saying that.”

“Imagine,” she says, eyes dancing enthusiastically with her own painful musings, “how they’d all be laughing about it, how obvious it’s always been that I’d be the one this’d happen to first. ‘Bet you a tenner,’” Her voice drops in imitation of some generic boy, “‘Alison Littler’s going to be the first one in our year to get pregnant.’”

“Nobody was ever saying those things… It doesn't just happen to people like you. It could happen to anyone, it’s just luck of the draw, isn’t it?”

“I was always careful,” she says. “Always. I know that nobody would believe me if I said that, but I was.”

I haven’t been. That first time, with Michelle, I didn’t have any protection on me and we carried on anyway, and years ago, that disastrous time with Clóda, I couldn’t really see what I was doing. I was too wrapped up in the moment, in the midst of the anxiety and the sand, to notice what had slipped. I shudder to think of myself in some grim alternate universe, next to either of them in a room like this one, having the same conversation. The only reason I never was is because of dumb luck. 

I stare at a piece of thread on the carpet. “You know, I’ll do whatever I can to help you, whatever you decide to do.”

Her voice is almost inaudible. “Thanks,” and I take her hand and run my thumb over the bumps of her knuckles, little freckled mountains. 

It seems gauche to bring it up, like the wrong moment, but it is the reason I am here. I doubt the right moment will reveal itself organically.

“How much do you need me to give you?”

She rests her cheek on my shoulder, her hand curling around my upper arm while her eyes stare straight ahead and unblinking. I’m certain she feels weird, unsubtle. On the phone she squirmed with humiliation, acknowledging our distance, the tactlessness of her request, her clumsy delivery, But I told her I didn’t care. Excruciating times call for excruciating questions, and I have never felt attached to money, truly lacking of, or protective of it.

She speaks, finally, “Around six hundred.”

“Does that include travel?”

“No. I didn’t think that far ahead.”

“You’ll need to go, right? To London, or Liverpool or something.”

“I suppose that’s true.”

“So that’s what? Another hundred, maybe? And if you want to stay overnight-”

“I was hoping maybe I’d just fall down the stairs instead.”

I pause. “Was that a joke, or?”

“Yeah.”

“Right, I couldn’t tell from the way you said it.”

She peels a flake of skin from her lip and gives it a thorough examination before flicking it somewhere. I give her knee a shake so that she will look at me, and then she does, blue eyes frightened, stark against her pale features, light eyelashes, round lips, like a Botticelli angel. “Have you spoken to your friends about this? Who else have you told?”

“Nobody, just you. I don’t want anybody knowing my business.”

“But your friends-”

“They wouldn’t get it. They’d think that my choice is wrong, and they’d say all of this stuff to me that’d make me feel worse.”

“Alison…”

“No,” she insists. “I’m going to do this, and I’m going to pretend I didn’t, and then I’m never going to talk about it again, okay?”

“Okay.”

Tonight I will lose sleep over this conversation, the look she has on her face. Her fear, dread, resignation, even that dot of blood on her lip will repeat on me. I will mull endlessly over the things she goes on to tell me, her anxieties of being caught, being shamed, the loneliness of her journey, the clinic, and how they might judge her, and what she will do if she feels faint. Perhaps, she ponders, instead of waiting in the airport, she will go to the cinema after the procedure. Then, at least if she passes out, nobody will tell her she’s too ill to board a plane. Even when pooling our money together, her savings and the last of my summer allowance, there is no wiggle room for a second flight home. 

“Thank you for telling me this,” I say now, when things still feel okay, and the gravity of her choice has yet to sink in. 

“I kind of knew that you’d get it.”

We have this in common: born to a teenager. The circumstances were different, and our lives were too, but we both, Alison and I, know the strange, desolate pain of being mothered by a person who had either no desire or no ability to raise a child. 

At seven, I wasn’t supposed to hear my cousins discuss, in hushed tones, at Aunt Maureen’s dining room table, how Colette refused to hold me for months when I was a baby. About the myriad of excuses she made when someone passed me to her, like how she had left something in the oven, needed to wash her hands, make a phone call, get some air. I think that even if I hadn’t heard them criticise her, I might have known it anyway, on some deep, cosmic level, like how birds know to reject their defective young. It reveals something deep, painful, and true. Perhaps it would be stranger if I knew she had wanted me. At least now I don’t find her confusing.

“I’ll send you the money as soon as I get to the bank,” I say. “And then you’ll let me know when you’re going? If you need anything while you’re there?”

She says she will, and we hold each other on the floral couch, surrounded by all the random things in her living room until it’s time for me to go, and I know, even if I am the only one to ever know it, that I have done something good. 

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Whumptober 2024: No. 26 - Nightmares/Parting Words of Regret/ I'm haunted by the lies that I have loved, the actions that I have hated

Title: Love Turned to Hate

Fandom: WWE (Professional Wrestling)

Characters: Sami Zayn & Jey Uso (Past-SamiJey)

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Word Count: 1149

A/N: Welcome to another addition to Whumptober, Day 26. This one was fun. I really enjoyed the quote attached to this one. I toyed with it a little, so that it fit the plot a little better, but it instantly screamed SamiJey for me. Cheers!

Summary: Jey Uso hadn't been adjusting well to a life without Sami Zayn in it, with both his sleeping and waking hours haunted by the man he once loved. Desperate to be alone, he finds a seemingly empty corridor only to run across the one man he never wished to see again.

Cross posted on AO3 under user wrestlinginjeans.

Jey Uso hadn’t been sleeping well since the Royal Rumble where his family had been fractured by one swing of a metal chair, his adopted brother choosing another over his family. Jey had screamed in his face but couldn’t bring himself to help Jimmy as his twin beat Sami into the mat. Instead, he used his words to direct all of his anger down onto the man that he had once called a brother. He didn’t stop once to think about the consequences and how he would feel afterwards. Jey was so used to leaning into his anger, not addressing his emotions or visiting any situation with a calm head. Roman had encouraged the behavior in his right-hand man and Jey knew better than to disrespect the Tribal Chief.

Jimmy had woken him up once during the previous night in their hotel room, shaking his distressed twin awake and telling him to get his head sorted out. Jey could tell that his twin was getting tired of his problems, but he didn’t know how to move past this as he had never learned how. So, instead of trying to fall back asleep as he didn’t want to disturb Jimmy again, he remained awake throughout the rest of that night. He tried not to think too much but with nobody to distract him he couldn’t stop his mind from wandering, trying to come up with why it had all gone wrong.

The nightmares coupled with the subsequent lack of sleep put Jey in a sour mood as they headed to the arena for Smackdown that night. Jey had torn off from the group immediately after they had entered the building, not wanting to be around anyone if he could manage it. Unfortunately, as he turned the corner and found a seemingly empty hallway with production crates stacked along the walls, he found that there were others with similar ideas of seclusion. Or rather, one other person.

Jey noticed the redhaired wrestler before Sami noticed Jey, his back turned as he looked at a poster on the white cinderblock wall. Jey watched for a moment, his muscles immediately tensing with anger as he turned on his heel to walk away only for a voice to call out after him.

“Jey!” The painfully familiar voice of Sami called after him and Jey could hear his light footfalls approaching quickly.

“No, nah man.” Jey growled, throwing a hand up over his shoulder as he continued to walk away from him until he felt one of Sami’s hands on his arm.

“Get your hand off of me now, Sami!” Jey yelled as he whirled around to face his former brother, the action ripping his arm free as he stalked forward and pushed the redhead up against the wall.

“Hey, relax man I just want to talk.”

Jey couldn’t help but scoff at how relaxed Sami seemed even as Jey was fully in control and could easily beat the man down given their current positioning.

“Relax? You tellin’ me to relax?”

“Look, Jey. Just please listen… I didn’t do what I did to hurt you—”

“—hurt me?” Jey yelled, cutting Sami off. “Hurt me? You think what you did hurt me? Nah. You remember what I said to you when you first joined us? I’ll never like you, I’ll never care about you. Nah, what you did didn’t hurt me because I never liked you. I never loved you!” Jey growled, leaning in so that he was right in Sami’s face.

“I’m sorry, Jey, but I know that isn’t true.” Sami states simply in that endlessly patient tone that now made Jey’s blood boil.

“It ain’t? Ah okay, here we go with the all-knowing Sami Zayn. You think you know me better than anyone, huh? You ain’t never consider that I wanted you to think that? That it was all so that you could let your guard down and then I could destroy you?” Jey says, his tone growing dangerously low. “And that ain’t by orders of the Tribal Chief, that was all me.” Jey adds, jamming a thumb to his chest then to emphasize his point.

“So what? You’ve been living a lie this whole past year? All of those times that you confided in me, that was all an act? I’m sorry, Jey, but no matter how many times you lie to yourself about our past it’s not going to change what I know is true.” Sami says, hazel eyes meeting brown orbs, attempting to convey that he still cared, that he didn’t mean to hurt Jey. “Look, I didn’t come here to fight. I’m sorry about what happened but I did what I had to do.”

And there it was, the apology. Those simple two words thrown into a sentence that threatened to drain the anger from Jey and leave behind… nothing.

“No, you ain’t.”

“Yes, I am! I didn’t have a choice. Roman had that chair aimed at Kevin’s head, he could have killed him… We both know what he’s capable of.” Sami said, his tone lowering to the point that Jey wouldn’t have been able to hear him if not for their close proximity. “I never wanted to betray you… If there had been some other way…” Sami trails off, dropping his gaze to the floor in defeat.

“But there wasn’t, Sami, was there? As you said, you did what you had to do. And now, I’ve gotta do what I gotta do.” Jey states, the words bringing Sami’s eyes back up to Jey’s own. The redhead’s expression was one of confusion, replacing the previously calm demeanor.

Jey’s eyes narrow before he steps back quickly and punches Sami in the face, the force smashing the redhead’s skull up against the cinderblock wall before he crumples to the floor. Jey takes a moment to glare down at his former brother now unconscious by Jey’s hand.

“Yeah, I did love you.” Jey whispers angrily, kicking the fallen body with his red high tops. “But I ain’t ever gonna love you again.” Jey adds before turning to walk away, leaving Sami’s crumpled form behind.

Jey Uso would always be haunted by things beyond his control, his nightmares following him everywhere even in his waking hours. Sami Zayn had been a lie, a lie that he had loved despite every fiber of his being telling him not to. He had been conditioned, wired to not trust anyone, to not love anyone other than his family. But that is what Sami had become for a time, he had become family to the younger Uso twin. Jey knew then that he would be haunted by Sami’s lies and by his actions almost as if Jey’s back had been the one to feel the stinging metal of the chair and in a way he had. Just another betrayal, another scar to add to Jey’s collection.

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chapter four

summary. in which two friends who desperately clings to each other until the other slips away . . .

contains. fem!reader, friends to lovers, angst, fluff, slowburn, cussing, grammatical errors . . .

note. i didn't proofread this so there might be some error + misspelled. (not like i ever proofread) i cant write fighting scenes but still, i hope you guys enjoy it anyway <3

previous chapter

"hey, don't you think that gojo-sensei and miss y/n are getting... closer?" itadori tilted his head slightly. fushiguro only kept quiet and continued eating his ice cream. "now that you mention it, i can see it too," kugisaki agreed, getting closer to itadori as they whispered their theories. "they made up," fushiguro suddenly interrupted their theories of the two teachers might be dating.

their facial expression turned into a shock one.

"satoru, you need to stop following me whenever i have classes with the kids," you sighed, rubbing your temple in frustration. "why would i do that? it's not like i'm bothering you or anything," he said with a mischievous smile. "you may not be bothering me but the kids always looks distracted when you're around," you grunted. "look at them!" you raised your voice slightly. gojo did as you said and look at the students that were staring at the two of them with wide curious eyes.

gojo smiled and wrapped his arm around your shoulder. "they're probably curious about us," he snickered. "well, there's nothing going on with us. so would you leave me to my class respectfully?" this made the white-haired male to pout slightly but still obligate to your request. you let out yet another sigh before turning your attentions to the students once again. "let's keep going,"

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fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

"why the hell is there a flipping special grade here?" you muttered under your breath. "i should run... but the students-" your hands buried in your hair, feeling frustrated at the limited thing you can do right now. "right. i should find them and bring them out. that should do it,"

braving yourself, you immediately get out of your hiding spot and ran down the hallway. in an instant, you find itadori and kugisaki. your arms open wide and you grabbed them, not stopping your running legs. "wha- miss y/n?! you're okay!" the boy beamed. "of course, i am," you smiled reassuring at him. "where's fushiguro? we should get out of here and call for backup,"

"we were separated at the first floor," kugisaki spoke up. you nodded in acknowledgement. once your were outside the building, you put the teenagers down. "i want you two to wait outside. call for gojo-sensei. or ijichi. tell him we need backup. i'll be back after i retrieve fushiguro," you said before running back into the building, not turning once to glance at them or stop when you heard them calling for you desperately.

you had to save fushiguro. no matter what. you were supposed to be a responsible adult. they are just... kids. the troubled look on your face only grow as you remember what you had to go through. they don't deserve that...

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"suguru!" you let out a scream, watching the curse slamming his body to the wall with ease. as if he was only a bug. "y/n... run... run!" he yelled at you. run? how can you possibly do that? your best friend might get killed if you run. yes, you might not be strong as suguru and satoru. but you weren't about to be a coward and run with your tails between your leg. even as tears blurred your vision, you stood your ground. you looked around to find something ― anything to use to distract the curse.

your eyes stopped at the rock. you quickly pick it up and throw it at the curse, ripping it's attention from suguru. "no!" suguru grunt in pain, his eyes desperately begging for you to run. "over here, asshole!" you waved both of your arms above your head before turning away to run. even without turning around, you already knew that the curse were hot on tails. it was toying with you. you were sure of it. you know that these types of curse tend to move faster. but it was toying with you; playing a slow torture game until you were finally on your wit ends.

you could tell that the curse were getting impatient. with how it growled and grunt, making the walls around your crumble in hopes of crumbling your bravery too. your legs were burning, your head is pounding and your are blurry from the tears that kept on shedding. the curse appeared in front of you and slammed you hard onto the wall. the last thing you remembered before passing out was a comforting arm wrapped around your shoulder and a whisper of comforting words. "you did great,"

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you immediately spotted fushiguro. he was barely standing, bleeding from head to toe. it made you wonder how he was still conscious. your flitted from him to the curse. it was smiling widely, clearly enjoying watching the boy struggle to keep his eyes open. your legs started moving faster, ignoring the burning sensation that were slowly getting worse.

"miss l/n!" he looked at you with wide eyes as you put yourself between him and the curse. "i need you to leave. do not come back inside. that's an order!" you said sternly, not sparing a glance at the boy. you knew that the teenagers you were teaching are stronger than you. hell, probably as strong as satoru. but they didn't need to shoulder these burden at such a young age. you wish to protect them as best as you could. when he finally left, you let out a sigh of relief and smirked at the curse. "you're probably disappointed that you got a weaker opponent,"

the curse screech at you and use it's cursed technique.

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you were actually surprised with yourself. perhaps you weren't as weak as you thought. you watched as the curse slowly fall to it's demise. though you had defeated the curse, it doesn't mean that you weren't injured one bit. hell, everything hurts. every part of your body felt like it would come apart if you move even an inch. but you had to get out of here.

you pulled out a cigarette from your pocket and light it up. "the backups are always late..." you muttered to yourself as you limp out of the building. blood were covering your body. if others were to see this, they probably would have thought that someone had caused a massacre or something.

as if on que, you finished your cigarette the moment you stepped outside. there was a proud smile on satoru's face. wait ― satoru?

the world around you spin and your legs finally gave out under you. before you could hit the ground, the white haired male caught you in his arms. the students' cries and words of gratefulness of your survival were blocked out. your eyes were focused on satoru. all your attention and senses were focused to him. "you did great,"

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6 tiny tales see Dipper and Mabel as little kids and play, learn new things,be there for each other. And lot of very cute slice of life stuff,and early 2000's childhood memories.And head canons and stories from the box set.Alex the creator of the show and his twin sister Ariel.References to Ariel's pig shrine and in show reference the origin of the awkward sibling hugs.The backstory of the Lammy Lammy dance. There parents reaction to them cutting their hair. The twins passed halloween costumes and the origin of sweater town.

Mabel and the game of chicken

April/5/2004

4 year old Dipper and Mabel were playing outside in their fence backyard with their toys. Their daddy just picked them up from daycare. Dipper was wearing a yellow polka dot shirt and blue shorts, and Mabel was wearing a yellow polkadot dress.With her hair up in a ponytail."Dipper the queen cat wants to have a tea party With the dinosaur, '' she told him. "Ok but after the tea party he has to go back to his Cave" they happily play .They have the tea party and help the dinosaur go back home.

But then "Hey kiddos please come inside it's going to rain" thair mommy Catherine call out to them she has straight light brown hair.She just came home from a long day working as a nurse at the hospital.They bring their toys inside and sit on they're beds on a shelf is some toys books ,DVDs and VHS tapes of the land before time,the little mermaid, Shrek,and brother bear and the 1983 my little pony the movie. They small room has two bed across  from each other.One with blue blanket and books on top of it and one with a pink blanket and stuffed animals.

They have a squared window in between their beds and a table the walls are a tan color .In the corner of the room they have a DVD player and a small tv they have a VHS player in the living room the walls have a brown trim and the floor is dark brown hardwood."What do you want to do now? Let's watch Rainbow bright '' she asked grabbing the Remote. "No I don't want to I want to watch SpongeBob '' he yelled and tried to grabbed the remote control out of her hands. "Hey that's not fair" she Wined they started screaming and fight each other on the floor.

Then their daddy comes in "HEY what are you two doing stop hitting each other" he orders pulling them apart and separating them with his hands."I want to watch SpongeBob" Dipper told him "But I want to watch Rainbow bright". "Well if you don't stop fighting each other you'll both not going to watch anything.You know that you're not supposed hit your siblings you could really hurt each other .If you fight  again you're going to be grounded." He said in a hard tone.

They nod their heads in agreement ."And you have to learn to share I'm going to take you VCR and DVD player until you you both can show me you can compromise." "What does that mean daddy" Mabel asked " it means you meet each other halfway in other words, you get to watch your show for 20 minutes and Dipper gets to watch his show for 20 minutes." He takes their DVD player and VCR and leaves. They watch him put them up in a closet in the hallway the hallway has brown wooden paneling.

The twins sit on their own beds because there noting they want to do except watch TV.  "This is stupid I want my own room"he wines then he has an idea he walked around their room and grabbed a ribbon.And tied it to a table "what if we had are own room this is my Side" he tied the ribbon,to the window ."How how am I gonna get out of here" she added " easy you climb out the window and slide down the tree." He told her "I don't think so I will find a way out" she looked around and climbed the big curtain.

And held on and climbed her way over to Dipper's bed and landed on it" ta-da" she cheered. "I want my own room too lets play a game of chicken" she suggests " you have to move out" she told him "no you move out" he argues . "Why do I have to" she argued "ok fine I'll move out" he took his pillow and his blue Clues dog stuffily. And when and move in to laundry room downstairs is  his new room has a ironing bored he used as a desk he sat there for a while he played.But he thought It was lonely by himself "what are you doing Dippy" his mommy asks she sat down and put her arm around him in the kitchen the wall is a picture of them and they mommy and daddy when they were babies. He looks at it and then back at her and says.

"Well Mabel and I where play a game called chicken and I want to move out but I'm kind of lonely. And Daddy took at TV because well couldn't share" he told her in a whisper."What do you think you should do it ok to have alone time but you need to be there for your sister when she need you.You can relate on her when you need her right. And you both need to learn to share sharing is caring " she reminds her son "right thank you Mommy" she Tickles him he giggled.Back in there room Mabel took down the the ribbon she liked having a big room all to herself but she thought that's she just want her brother back.

She cried a little then someone knocked on her door "hey Mabel I came back" she opened the door and nodded her head.They sat down on his bed she wiped the tears from her eyes. "Are you ok" he asked "awkward sibling hug " she told him"awkward sibling hug"he said then hugs her he pats her back "pat,pat" she said."Yea I feel better that you're here I know what will make me feel better" she asks .

"Ok fine but I don't know where my costume is" "please sing the Lamy Lamy dance please bro bro" she begged. He remembers when they were 3 years old and their granny Louis, their mom's mom.She has pail red hair and green eyes she got Mabel a piggy costume and got Dipper a lamy costume. Their mommy put it on them and he love it so much and didn't want to take it off.Catherine Took some pictures of them playing in the nursery had purple wallpaper and a yellow rug.Mabel in her piggy costume got on top of the toy chest trying watch Dora the explorer on the tv and she fell off their toy chest and got hurt she cry.Dipper wearing his Lamy costume did a Dance to cheer her up and she stop crying and started giggling and she loves still it even now.

"oh Who wants a Lamy Lamy so go up and greet your mammy hi there hi there so march march don't don't forget about the babyyy" he sings." Yay " she laughs "I'm kind of tired can we nap" he yawns "ok" she lays down and they fall asleep cuddling with each other.Michael see them getting along and will give them back their players when they wake up.

After they had Dino nuggets and Broccoli for dinner thair daddy  put in a dvd and they all watch an episode of full house.When the episode is over they all play a board game together as a family.Then the kids had a bath the bathroom is small it's light green with a light pink trim.It has a white sink, toilet,bathtub and shower and it has a small rectangle window.Mabel like the bath she got to play was her Princess Ariel mermaid toy.Her mommy scrubs her belly and tickles her she laughs.

Dipper on the other hand was not a fan of bathtime his daddy try to convince him to get in.But Dipper wined and refused "hey Dippy you're dinosaurs can come in with you they don't want to smell too".His mommy said washing his sister "I'll let you play with my mermaid too" Mabel told him."Ok fine" his daddy puts him in and washed him,the twins play and had fun.Catherine moves one of the dinosaurs though the water Dipper makes the smaller dinosaur swim.

After they put their pjs on Mabel's was purple with pink butterflies on it.Dipper's was green with blue dogs on it. Their mommy picks them up and carries them to bed and she gently sets Mabel down and gently sets Dipper down. "Good night buddy" "good night Daddy" "good night dippy" she kissed his head.''Remember no matter what you always project your sister and I love you". "Good night mommy I love you" she tucked him in when Dipper fell asleep.

"Good night baby" he pats Mabel head "good night Daddy can we get a pig" "no we can't"Michael leaves. "Good night honey bunny " she kissed her head "remember no matter what you always project your brother" "I love you". "I love you too good night Mommy can we get pig " "no pigs are to big" she tucked her in then Catherine closed the door.A little bit later Dipper started crying "Are you ok Dipping sauce" "no I'm scared please can I sleep with you" "yea come over" he get out of his bed and crawls in her bed.and they both sleep together all though the night.

The tooth fairy

February /8/2005

Their mommy had just bought them home after the a check up they got they're shots they did cry a little.Dipper try to hide under the table Mabel try to hold on to her Mommy screaming for dear life.But with some convincing and a promise of stickers the twins sat on the table holding hands got their shots then they each got a stickers. The 5 year olds where watching dragon tales   in the living room it was painted white with a light brown trim and coral Orange carpet.They were watching TV well their mom was painting out of her painting in the dining room./p>

They were and eating crackers. Dipper is wearing an orange shirt and blue jeans.Mabel is wearing green Power puff girls shirt and a purple shorts . When there is one cracker left "what do we do " he asks she takes the cracker and split it in half "thank you" he eat his half When Dipper thought his food taste weird and it taste like blood he opened his mouth, and gets the thing out. But the blood kept coming his tooth fell out "MOMMY Help my mouth got blood in it and my teeth are falling out" he yelled.

"MOMMY whats going on" Mabel asks worried "I think I'm dying " he yells ."Come to the bathroom please"she try not to laugh Dipper follow his mommy he drink and spits out some water. And she clean off his tooth "you know what this means"Catherine asks her son. "That I'm dying" he said"no you're losing your baby teeth and then you put the tooth,under your pillow and the tooth fairy comes and takes your tooth and gives you money" she told.

"Really that's so cool" he gos and puts the tooth under his pillow "Mommy will the tooth fairy come to see me" Mabel asks. "Well not tonight but when you lose your baby teeth then she will" "Mommy who is older" she push her straight light brown hair out of her face "you are honey bunny older by only 5 minutes" "oh so I'm the alpha twin cool...but why don't Dipper I lose are teeth at the same time where twins it's not fair" she wines.

And she sit down on the floor in their room "it's not fair Dipper" she told him "what" he asks to look up from playing with his dog and car toys. "That you lost your tooth and got to see the tooth fairy but I don't" . "I can't stop them from falling out, at least I lost them first you still have all your baby teeth like a big baby". She started to cry and ran off to the bathroom and slammed the door.Catherine saw this happen and said."Mason Alex Pines, that wasn't nice at all, that is not how you treat people.

Do you want to go to the naughty chair. What if she lost her tooth first and called you a big baby how would you feel ." "Not good but I don’t care " he answers  "remember you’re supposed to be there for her protect her you would want her help you.You go and sit down in the chair and think about what you need to do." He goes and sits in the little chair in his mommy bedroom five minutes later she comes in and asks him the question. "umm I need to apologize to her" .He walked over to the door and knocks "umm Mabel I'm sorry it's was dumb what I said to you about you being a baby.

And I think you'll lose your tooth soon and the tooth fairy will give you a big surprise" he finished.And she opened the door and he comes in she said " awkward sibling hug bro bro I love you" and he hug her he said "I love you too awkward sibling hug" "pat pat" she said . "What do you want to do now" he asks her "can we watch Rainbow bright "Dipper and Mabel Watch some TV

Then they played together and they were Prince and Princess. She was princess Ariel.She wore a pink blanket tied around her waist and a red wig. She made a Castle out of purple couch pillows and Dipper where a paper Crown and he had a play sword he was the prince fighting the dragon.And Catherine the queen she sat in her chair she get up and ordered the prince to fight the dragon she hands him a sword.He hit the dragon with the sword then threw the dragon pluses across the room. "You save me prince Dipper'' Mabel hug him and picks him up a little and put him down "I give you this crown"the queen Catherine puts the crown on her little prince

"now you have to bring your princess to her castle"Mabel tells him.He niels down and she gets on his back and he piggyback rides her to her castle,and set her down on the couch she giggles.Queen Catherine goes back to the kingdom far away called the kitchen "I learned I'm the alpha twin" she told him "really but by how much" he asks. "By 5 minutes little brother" she brags "hey at least we're the same height" he laughs.

"Hey Dipper remember when we were really sick" she says "yeah it was horrible mommy took care of us" "she gave us soup,movies to watch and a warm bath" she said "well I don't like the bath part remember the gross medicine I hope we don't get sick again that was a year ago" "we probably will when do it's weird when I cough you sneeze"

After they have spaghetti and meatball for dinner the they watch an episode or two of the Care Bears the original as a family they have a cookie for dessert,Their daddy is Busy with at a conference  at work his a history  teacher he'll be home later.And then there mommy pick the kids up and carries them to give them a bath Dipper try and fails to hide under the bed Catherine find him pretty quickly and put him in tub.She tickles them well she washed her children after she tucked them in to bed.She kissed her babies good night "I love you two" she told them "I love you mommy" Mabel sleep with her piggy stuffed animals "me too" Dipper sleep with his blue clues dog they fall asleep and wait for the tooth fair.

After picture day

Sept/9/2005

6 year old Mabel and Dipper come home from Picture day at school.Their Mommy and Daddy stand outside their house.And the twins get off the bus "Mommy where back" Mabel announce

"MASON ALEX PINES WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR HAIR”Michael yells seeing his son's has been cut with a razor . Mabel take off Dipper's blue hat "WHAT DID YOU DO TO YOU HAIR "Catherine asks seeing her daughter's hair. "But we did it together 123" Dipper counted out loud. They hold arms and shout "TWINS" "Aww but why did you cut your hair " she asked in disbelief. "They put gum in her hair" Dipper told her "why didn't you give her your hat" Michael asked him "I don't know" he said."We know it was bad we really sorry" Mabel apologized "I'm sorry too" Dipper added.The parents not knowing what to do they walked up the stairs  Michael opened the red front door to their house.

"Daddy can I call Grunkle Stan" she asked and he handed her his flip phone it ring. The kids go into their room and sit down "umm hello Mike" Stan answered"Grunkle Stan hi it's me Mabel" she yells "and Dipper too" he called. " oh Hi there kiddos what are you doing"he asks "today was Picture day but some kid put gum in my hair" she told him. "But I find a razor and we cut are hair" Dipper added "oh well that works what did your mom and dad say".He found it cute but wondered what they parents were do.

"They freaked out, we might have to wear wigs now," she said."And we might be grounded but we did it together. We will send you the picture we took" Dipper told him. "Grunkle Stan, my favorite animal is a pig. When can we come to your house?" she asked "umm sweetie I'm busy with work but i'll see you kiddos for thanksgiving and maybe Hanukkah or Christmas." Stan answered her question the best he could. "Ok we can still call you right" Dipper asks

"Yes I have to go bye" "bye Grunkle Stan" Dipper said goodbye "bye Grunkle Stan I love you" Mabel said goodbye. "You too bye" he hangs up.And gos back to work trying to fix the portal. Meanwhile the kids watch some blues clues and sing the mail song,and color and they're coloring books.Dipper colors in a Thomas the tank Engine coloring book and Mabel color in her Lisa Frank coloring book.Later the twins and their parents have a talk about asking for help.

"So when you kids have a problem and you're not sure how to fix it you need to ask an adult" Michael explains to the children. They nodded their heads and know that what they need to do. "And you should never cut your own hair cutting that a job for a hairdresser,mommy or me". "Ok daddy we're sorry" Mabel said "Are you going to shave my head" Dipper asked. Their mommy told them "No but you both ground for the night and tomorrow. That means no toys,no books and no TV.you understand".They do understand that if they do the crime they do the time.

Then the kids eat dinner. They have fish and green beans.After they have their bath then their mommy and daddy tucked the kids in to bed and their give them both kisses on the head and told them they loves them Dipper sleeps with his blue clues dog stuff animal and she sleeps with her pig pillow pet (it's a pillow it's a pet.)Then they here a loud  noise they both jump out of bed scared and hug each other for protection.

"What was that I hope it not an Monster" she asked trembling "oh a Alien" he added holding her tighter they look around their room at the books on a shelf ready to fall off the toys DVDs and VHS's of Dumbo,Loiu and stitch,toy story on the floor in the dark .Then they look at the closet and see two red eyes staring at them "it's the alien" he whispered "let see what monster it is" she added they walked closer to it holding on to each other for deer life.

And the red eyes move and jump out of the shadows and it's their cat he sits in his bed "can I sleep with you Dipping sauce"" she asks He said yes and then both slept in his bed and cuddled in safely from the monster/alien/cat. Their mother took them to the hairdresser to see what they could do about the bald patches. And she gave them both little wigs to wear until the bald patches grow back. It probably will take a year for the hair to grow back completely.

Later Stan receives two copies of the photo.He looks at it and smiles as he wishes he could be there. And put one on his fridge and one in a Frame in the portal room.

Thanksgiving

November/29/2007

It's Thanksgiving and the 8 year old twins are getting ready for thanksgiving dinner. They had their showers Dipper was made to take one Mabel is wearing a green dress and a light pink shirt underneath her mom is doing her hair in a half ponytail with a pink bow.Catherine's straight light brown hair is in a braid .And Dipper is wearing a  green overalls and a matching light pink shirt  his dad Michael is combining Dipper's hair.Michael's curly dark brown hair is combed.

Then and kids watch the Macy thanksgiving day parade and it was fun their favorite part was seeing Santa.Then the doorbell rings Michael get the door and it's his dad and mom.Grandpa Shumeses his hair is all white he used to have curly dark brown like he son but it all gone now.He has glasses and a gray mustache and a orange Pair nose, he is older than his twin brothers by 8 years. And his wife  Faith has gray hair. She used to have blonde hair and she is wearing a pink dress.They come into the kitchen and the kids help their mom sit at the table "hi grandpa " said Dipper "did you bring pumpkin pie" Mabel asked. "Yes She did but that's for later" he told the kids.

Catherine's mother granny Louis come in she said hi.Louis used to have red hair.The kids hug her and she kisses their heads.But their still waiting on one person. They're mother and grandmothers are talking and were finishing dinner. Mabel goes into Living room Dipper follow they see their father and grandfather watching football on the purple  couch and yelling.So the kids go to their room they have some toys,games on their shelf and DVDs  and VHS tape. Of Bolt, the land before time,Spirit stallion of the Cimarron, all dogs go to heaven. LILO and stitch, Shrek, Spirited away,the little mermaid,fantastic mr fox,Shrek 2,the secret of NIMH.

Some of Mabel's Rainbow yarn on the floor. “Dipper do you want to finish the movie we’re making for Mommy and Daddy” she ask “sure I’ll get my video camera ready”. They take out the jungle set they make out of cardboard and Crumpled up green paper as the trees,an old Ken doll with a Safari hat made from a water bottle cup. (Dipper makes the man walk)through the jungle he is looking for creatures. He hears a loud noise (Mabel some horse noises) the explore man sees a pegasus she is pink with white hair and a giant purple bow.

He try to catch the Pegasus with a rope (Dipper pulls a rubber band) the Pegasus demands that she will not be taken away. He lets her go and she said he must have a party with her and we must have a karaoke competition where they compete for a million ice cream sundae. They have a fun time together the end.Then Mabel puts on his favorite VHS tape of Charlotte web and cuddles up in her blanket. Holding a pig toy he watched it with her. Well, they waited for their great uncle. Just then they heard the doorbell ring and they ran down the stairs and Dipper opened the door. "Grunkle Stan you’re here yay" she cheered they go in for a hug he picked them up."Hi whoa you two have gotten  big your not toddlers anymore" he said " nope we're in 3th Grade now"told him he put them down.And gos into the kitchen said hi to everyone.

Then they eat dinner. They have Turkey, mashed potatoes, squash,stuffing, and green beans. After dinner the adults talk about politics and stuff outside the kids take their pumpkin and chocolate pies and sit on the purple couch.Stan comes to join them and to avoid the change of adult finding out his identity. And to spend time with his great niece and nephew. When he sat down  he asked "So how school you didn't cut any more hair off did you ?" he asked. "No it grew back eventually" she reminds him "and we got to wear wigs for a year" he says to Stan.

She sits on his lap and holds her with his arm. "Grunkle Stan, can you come more often? Why don't we see you a lot?Dipper asks, "do you think we could go to your house sometime we've never been " she added . "Well you kids have when you were little babies I babysat and I would love to see you guys more.Too but I Busy with work and you would have ask you parents.Maybe you can come for the month or summer something like that" he told them he can't tell them the truth they won't understand but he does wish his brother could have be here too he wish he didn't have to lie to his family.

"Is it because your old'' Dipper said "yeah is that why" she agreed "ok that it" he tickled her belly.And she giggled and then he tickled her feet she laughed Dipper tried to move off the couch but Stan grabbed him. Well this is happening Michael gos into the living room for something and he sees his children and Stan giggling and having fun "Not getting out it that easy '' Stan said as he ticked his feet Dipper giggled and Stan tickled his belly he laughed. Then he stops "sweetie here" he hand her a small pig stuff animal

"thank you Grunkle Stan I want to show you my. Sticker Collection" Mabel went upstairs to get it and to add the pig to her pig shine. "Hey Goober " Stan hand him a old spoon "That is a spoon pass down from great great great great grandfather Pines don't let everyone take it" he rubs Dipper head "Really thanks" he puts it in his pocket"so what do you like to do" he ask him . "Umm I like to read. I 've been reading this new book and it's really cool. It's about monsters and mysteries, "he told him. "Yea that cool you know Dippy you remind  me of someone I used to know ".

Just then she can back and Stan picks her up and puts her on his lap. She flipped the book open. "And these are my rainbow stickers" "that is a lot of stickers, how long have you been collecting them?"Stan asked in amazement. "Seen I was 3 years old and there's my Princess Ariel sticker she is my favorite princess" "yea we're watched that movie a hundred times" Dipper teases.

"Grunkle Stan can you give us a piggyback ride" she said he nodded and picked her upside down.And picked him upside down too and walked around Mabel laughing and Dipper trying not to scream. Catherine takes a picture After they say goodbye to grandpa Sherman and grandma Faith. Then they hug goodbye to Grunkle Stan he leaves.The twins go get ready for bed Mabel tells tell their mom that he finished the movie. She watched it and she loved it. Dipper asks his mom "mom Grunkle Stan give me a special spoon" he shows her. "Dipper that says The Hilton inn he stole it from the hotel,don't believe anything Grunkle Stan says" she jokes.

She tucked him in bed and kissed him on the Head "I love you remember to always be there for your sister and to protect her " "of course mom”she moved over and tucked Mabel into bed and kissed her on the head too." Remember to always be there for your brother and protect him I love you" "I love you too mommy"she said gos to close the door she see Dipper crawls into her bed she tucked him in and they cuddle they go to sleep.She watches her babies sleep happily together and close the door.

The orthodontist

Dec,6,2008

The 9 year old twins sat at the orthodontist because Mabel needs Braces to straighten her teeth.Their mom and the kids wait in the waiting room "how are you doing" he asks her she looks a little nervous. "I'm worried. '' she said . "I can come in and hold your hand if you like. I'm scared of the dentist too. I will be right by your side" he reassured her.

"Honey bunny your fearless you can do this"Catherine rubs her head and tells her daughter “Mommy thanks for trying to make me feel better but I still nervous” she told her."Mabel Pines" the doctor said and they follow him.Holding hands she sit down the doctor explain what they are going to do they clean her teeth then put on a adhesive to hold the brackets on just the top row of teeth.

They have a TV pointed up so she can watch it. It's playing one of her favorite movies, the little mermaid . The doctor goes to get some more tools She sits in her chair in a ball and puts her rainbow sweater over her head and hides.He known Mabel has done a lot of weird things like laying on his bed upside down and imagining how people would walk,eating a scratch and sniff sticker and having to go to the emergency room, or meowing like a cat in her sleep but this was new. "Mabel what are you doing" he asks "Mabel not here she in sweater town". "Well I'm still going to stay here by your side I'm not going anywhere" the doctor comes back she peaks her head on of the sweater a bit. Then she pulls it down "are you ready for us to start" the nurse said "yes I am" she takes a deep breath and blows it out.

They start cleaning and drying the teeth after they put the adhesive on her teeth. Then they get ready to put on the brackets and she jesters her hand to get Dipper to come over. He moves the chair over.And grabbing her hand she calms down. They put the brackets on one by one and the wire on.Later they're all done she gets a pig sticker. They go out to the waiting room and the doctor explains how to clean her teeth. And what she can't eat chewy foods,crunchy foods,sticky food.

He suggested eating soft foods and chewing carefully and making sure to floss and brush. He gave her a paper with the thing he just said to help her. She's a little sad she can't eat gum and other stuff she used to.They go home and she plays with her tamagotchi and he plays on his DS then they had grilled chicken and soft carrots for dinner and a brownie. The kids put on a play for their parents they make props the stage and curtains. It’s set up in the living room. It’s about a wizard that is lonely and the girl with Magical powers has to help him fight a monster. Their mom loves it she takes pictures their dad laughs at their jokes. After the twins took their showers they flossed and brush their teeth. Mabel brush a lot afraid some food might be stuck then they get ready for bed." You still think I'm pretty right" she asked him " yes of course you're my sister and the braces will help your teeth be less squished" he told her. "Thank you bro bro" "you want a awkward sibling hug"he asks "yes please" they go out of their beds and hug "pat,pat".

Michael comes in and tucked them in to bed.And tells them he will always love them and they should always be there for each other and protect each other .They agree they will no matter what ,they will no matter what they go through or where they are they will always protect each other and be there for each other. “Good night daddy” Mabel said he kissed her on cheek “good buddy” he said to Dipper “ok” he replied his dad pulled his blanket on him.And he closed the door Mabel crawl in his bed and sleeps with him and they slept through the rainy winter night.

The movies

October/7/2010

11 year olds Dipper and Mabel go to the movies with their dad  . Mabel is on his shoulders Dipper is wearing his new lucky brown hat and a blue shirt and green shorts and a backpack.Mabel has her hair in a braid and is wearing a purple long sleeve shirt and pink pants. They sneak in snacks they are going to see toy story 3 Mabel is excited Dipper  is scared to see the movie. "Mabel I don't know about this I think it's scary" he shy told her

"what are you afraid of" she ask "the creepy teddy bear" he answered "buddy you can do this think about how great it will feel to conquer your fear. I believe in you" he reassured him "thank dad" he takes Mabel down from his shoulders ."If you get to scared you can squeeze my hand we see the movie together" She comfort him"123" they both shout "TWINS" they laugh "remember when you were scared to join Theater at school but then you find out you love it."she reminds him he nods his head.They go in their dad sit down and the kids sit next to each other the movie starts.

Michael pull out the snack he hid in his pants pockets they eat candy and popcorn.The movies play for a while then he see the Bear and he closes his eyes "dad what do I do"he whispers his dad says "Well, do you think maybe you can try to watch the movie,you might feel bumped if you miss it" he whispers. A couple minutes went by and slowly uncovered his eyes out and Mabel held out her hand and he held his sister hand and watched the rest of the movie.

And after they went home. She was watching a new show called My Little Pony on the purple couch"hey Dipper you want to watch this show with me" she asks. "Well I'm not sure about it but ok I'll try" he watched it and it's not bad he kinda likes it.With its Adventure and story,humor and cuteness. Then they go into their room and he plays Dungeons Dungeons and more Dungeons he trying to concentrate and she plays some 80's music in the CD player a little too loud. Dances "hey can you turn that off" he yells "what no" she said. "Can you use the headphones or something" he told her " well can I just turn down" she suggested ."Sure I trying to read" "oh I'm sorry sure" she turn it down and continues dancing.

The kids see Catherine painting one of her paintings in the dining room . Her straight light brown hair is in a ponytail "mom how did you know you were going to have us" Dipper asks. "Well I took a pregnancy test and then went to the doctor. And find out We were having fraternal twins, identical twins are when you have one egg that split into two separate babies you two came as two babies one boy and one girl we don't know at first we could if had two girls or two boys.But I got lucky you ended up being both. Then we pick out names and got baby stuff and put up purple wallpaper in the nursery" she told them "what about when we were born" Mabel asks.

Well we waited 9 months for you two to grow in my belly then I went into Labor.And had you at a hospital it was hard and scary. Mabel was born first ""alpha twin alpha twin" she cheered herself on "hey by 5 minutes what took me so long" he asked his mom . "Well when you came out you were having trouble breathing I was worried that was first time you scared me but the doctor help you that was the hardest day of my life.But it was Worth it to bring you my babies in to the world.And your dad was there and grandpa and Grunkle Stan'' she finish telling them.

"That how I got my birthmark" he said "yes dippy your birthmark means you are destined for greatness".She saids "and you my honey bunny with your problematic enthusiasm are also very loving to everyone you meet" she hugs her children "I love you two" she said they hug her back."we love you mom" he told her "yea we really do" Mabel added. "You know you two hated being separated as babies. Sometimes we would have to put you two together in the same crib and you would sleep all night" .

"Yea no matter where we go we always project each other" he said " we're best friends"she added they fist bump each other. "you'll always be my babies no matter how big you get" she loving told them and she kissed them on their heads hug her more. "Mom how does the baby get to the moms belly" Mabel said "you'll learn when you're older honey" she replies "why can't you just tell us" Dipper asks. "I promise you that you'll learn when your older time for dinner" she said Dipper grumbled "okay" Mabel sat down at the table.

Then they’re dad cooks dinner and they eat grilled chicken and a salad.Then they have a Cookie for dessert.Then they have their showers he was made to shower and they got ready for bed. Mabel nits a a pink sweater her grandma Dorothy taught her how to knit when she was 6 years old and Dipper reads a comic book their mom tucked them in and kissed them goodnight they go to bed.

Outside games

January /18/2012

The 12 Year old twins were playing in their backyard the backyard had a brown fence and a old light blue and white playhouse.And a small swing set with a slide they were sitting on the swings.Mabel is wearing light blue shirt with ponies on it and rainbow pants she asked "hey Dipper let's play house" "no aren't we two old to play things like house" he told her he is wearing red shirt it with blue shorts. "Well I don't think so please dipping sauce. '' she begged "ok fine but can I play the game after" she pinky swear.

They played together. She used her stuffed animals as the kids and she was the mom and he was the uncle they played for a long time. "Can we play something else please" he asked "in a minute I'm having fun" she told him." Well I'M NOT YOU PROMISE AFTER I COULD PICK THE GAME" he yelled and climbed up the slide ladder and sat back turned to her.

"What happened?" Catherine asks her daughter. "I don't know we played house together and he got upset" Mabel told her.She didn't realize that he didn't want to keep playing. "What do you think you should do? It's ok to play together but you need to think about what he wants to do too honey.You both need to be there for each other so you both can have each other's back" she told her.

Mabel agreed and climb up and slide "hi Dipper I'm sorry I didn't realize you weren't having fun"she apologized he turned around. "Thank you it's okay I'm sorry for yelling " "awkward sibling hug" she said "sure" they hug each other "pat pat" he said. "Think about how many times we had been there for each other. Like when we were learning to ride bikes when we were 7 years old."she reminds him "yeah that was kind of scary" he said "and funny you won't stop screaming."She laughed "Or when it was Valentine's Day in 5 grade and I didn't get any candy or cards"he said. "Yeah I almost got in a fight with the kids that make fun of you but the teacher said I could be suspended" "So I gave you some of mine valentines"she reminds him "Thanks sis".

"What do you want to do now?" she asked "umm can we play ghost hunters". They played at a haunted house together there. Mom calls. Them in for dinner they wash their hands in the kitchen the kitchen is small and little blue color and sit down in the small dining room the wall are a light orange color and table is a brown they have fish and a salad.They sit in the living room on the purple couch watch the Simpsons on TV.Then Mabel wants to play with Dipper they play Pokémon with his cards and have fun.

Then take their showers then their mom tucked them into bed and kissed them good night the kids. "Hey Dipper guess what" "I don't know what" "I love you" she whispers "I love you too" he whispers back.You can see winter nights,stars and the light from the moon outside their Square window. they can also see Mabel's glow in dark stickers she stuck on her side of her room,glow and shining on the dark looking tan walls the kids sleep through the night.

Michael and Catherine  talk about what to do with the twins for the summer.They have been going through a rough patch in their marriage and don’t want the kids. To see them fighting. Michael makes a phone call and talks to Stan about the twins staying with him for the summer. Also so they are not be alone by themselves while their parents are at work.And it would be nice for the kids to get outside make some memories that aren’t just boredly watching tv. Dipper would probably just play video games all summer. Mabel would probably just watch tv in their room as well. Their parents would send  them to a summer camp or something but they never been to a place like that before.And it's a lot of money to send two kids to camp.He thinks that a great idea and can't wait for June.Michael knows that he's not the most trustworthy person and he's cheep but he loves the twins. So it's set up the kids are going to Oregon for the summer.

May,30,2012 The day before the last day of school the twins eat breakfast at the small kitchen table their mom said "hey kiddos guess where your going for the summer". "Disneyland" Mabel guess "summer camp" Dipper ask he hope so "no you're going to spend the whole summer with Grunkle Stan" Michael told them. “He would babysit you two when you were little” Catherine remembers. "Oh ok I remember him a little bit it will be fun. Remember he sends us birthday presents and Hanukkah cards,well sometimes.” She tells Dipper “yeah he does call us on occasion but why don’t we see him more often ” he says. “I remember on thanksgiving he gave me some some stickers" Mabel said.

"And he gave me a a "special" spoon that he stole from an inn." But why?” Dipper asks “umm because we think it will be nice for you too to get some fresh air. And not Watch TV all summer” Michael explained hope he doesn’t ask the real reason they’re going away. “Ok but were are going exactly" he question. "Up in a little town in Oregon we will drive you kids up halfway and then you'll take the bus and he'll meet at the bus stop"Catherine told them."we already packed your bags and we will leave here by 7:00 am so today is your last day " their dad finished saying.They go to school then when they got home they wash up and packed the stuff they wanted to bring for the summer. And then started their trip in the morning driving on the redwood highway.And their parents drove for a while they got to the bus station.By 3:00 pm they were in crescent city CA then they get to a bus for 3 hours and arrive in Gravity Falls Oregon.

They said goodbye their dad he said to have fun write letters and he loves them .They hug him goodbye And their mom told them that no matter what happens always take care of each other and always project each other. They hug her goodbye she kisses them on the top of their heads. Their parents just need a few months away from themselves to resolve their issues.They don’t want the kids to be worried or involved in their problems. The twins ride for a couple hours then the bus stop they get off it's 6:00pm at night. A tall man in a green shirt tells them he's supposed to pick up Mabel and Dipper Pines and tell them to come with him down the road in the woods. They follow him he says he name is Soos he works for Mr Pines the kids trust him a little but they stay alert in case this turns out to be some kidnapping or something.That what they parents said to protect each other.

They see a shack with the woods it said the mystery shack on it and they know it's is the place the nice man said Mr Pines live here but he's sleeping. That what he was told Stanley was actually downstairs working on the portal.The man gives them some leftovers for dinner.After they eat the kids go upstairs to the attic where he said they would be sleeping. The twins go upstairs and open the door they see to beds one with a blue blanket,sheets and a pillow. And the other one with pink blanket, sheets and pillow they start to set up their room with the stuff they bought.They are so tired they crawl into bed and sleep. The next morning they meet their great uncle he ok a little grumpy.He says he has to go work and they have to help him with work he also tells them don't get in trouble.And they start a summer they won't forget.

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"Shut up"

THIS IS MY FIRST SMUT SO PLEASE DONT JUDGE!!

Warnings: ROUGH smut, degradation, slapping, daddy kink, hair pulling, language, jealousy

Y/n's pov

I'm so fucking sick of it. Matt thinks he can fuck around with other girls but If I even look at another guy, he'll show me that I'm his? It's not fair. It truly is hurtful. But today I felt playful. If matt wants to play games then I'll play too. But I will always win.

Me and matt were currently at a party. Matt wandered off somewhere, probably with another girl. Me and Matt's relationship was complicated. He told me that he wanted me to be his. All his. I agreed, thinking that the deal would go both ways. Clearly it didn't. I was sick of his shit so I went to go find him.

"Matt?!" I yell roaming though a house that I've never been at. "Shit" I mumble as I stubbed my tow on the corner of a wall. "Matt where the fuck are you?!" I yell louder, hoping he'd hear. The music was to loud. I stumble in my heels through the white hallways. Suddenly my eyes land on his icy blue eyes. And the brown eyes that sat on his lap.

There he was. Sitting in the crowded living room with a bitch on his lap. I scoff and roll my eyes. App of the sudden, I feel warm hands on my waist. I knew it wasn't matt because he was right infront of me, and because his hands were always freezing. "Hey" a raspy voice says. I turn around and see a guy named Kane. Matt's enemy. I smirk "Hey kane" I say seductively. "Wanna go sit down and continue this over there?" Kane asks pointing at a couch infront of matt. I nod and walk over.

Kane sits on the couch and pulls me onto his lap, facing matt. I smirk at matt and begin grinding on Kanes lap. I hear Kane ground under me. Matt's face immediately changes from a smirk to a stare that could kill. Matt throws the random girl off his lap and picks me up off Kanes lap. He throws me over his shoulder and begins waking into a room. "Matt!" I yell "put me down!" I yell clawing at his back. "You really think scratching me back is gonna stop me? I crave that shit princess." Matt says.

Matt throws me on the bed and pins my hands above my head. "Who the fuck did you think you were when you sat on his lap?" Matt asks looking me in my eyes. I don't respond and just look at him "hm? Answer my question!" Matt demands roughly. I disobey matt once again. Matt let's out a soft chuckle and looks away. He looks back and slaps me on the right side of my face. "Your mine. All mine."

I roll my eyes and try to get out of his grip. Matt brings his hand down and unbuttons my pants. He pulls them down with my underwear. Matt unbuckles his pants while still holding my hands down. "Tell me you want this princess." Matt says. I nod. "Are you dumb? Use your words slut!" Matt yells. I whimper "i-i want this matt." I shiver. "That's not my name and you know it. Repeat those words but say my name." Matt growls out. "I want this daddy."

Matt smirks "I know you do." Matt let's go of my hands and grabs my hands. "Tell me if you need me to stop sweetheart" Matt says softly. I smile but it's quickly replaced with a moan as matt thrusts into me. I let out a moan of pain and pleasure as I adjust to his length. Matt quickly thrusts in and out of me. "Matt! Fuck!" I yell. Matt grabs my jaw and then slaps my face. "That's not my fucking name slut!" He pounds into me and wraps his hand around my neck. "Sorry d-addy. Augh fuck! Ngh!" I moan.

"Do you like being my whore baby? My little fuck toy? Hm?" Matt groans. I nod "yes daddy!" Matt flips me over and thrusts into me from behind. "Arch. Ass in the air." Matt says. I do as he says. "Atta girl" Matt says slapping my ass roughly. " I think you deserve some punishments for being with another guy" Matt yells over my screams.

"W-wha-?" I get cut off by Matt spanking me over and over again with his bare hand. "Oh fuck daddy! I'm gonna cum!" I feel a knot form in my stomach. "Can i-i cum please?" I ask. "Hmmm? Do you think you deserve it?" He asks rubbing my clit. I screech in pleasure "yes! Please!" I say. "Cum for me princess" Matt growls. I release all over his cock and scream as I do. "Good girl. Such a good fucking girl for me." Matt says before filling me up with his seed.

I take Matt's softened dick out of me and roll over. I open my arms for Matt's sweaty body to lay into. Matt lays on me and pants. "Did you learn your lesson?" Matt asks. I nod "yes." Matt grabs a towel and wipes up our mixture of cum off of me and him. "You okay honey?" He asks looking at me. I nod "mhm." "Good. Let's get you dressed"

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So how was it????? Do you guys want more smut?

Have a good day!! Love you 💕

[synamartia]

Ya'll... when I tell you about the fucking week I just had...

So by now all of you are aware that my phone died and I wasn't able to be online until I could get it fixed. Well! Come to find out, it would have cost more to fix the screen than to just buy a new phone outright, so I just did that. It was a downgrade, but with all the issues my old phone was having aside from the cracked screen, it's still ten times better than what I had. Bought the phone, got everything transferred, went about my day as usual and went to bed early that night.

Guys. When I woke up, I thought I was fucking DEAD I felt so shitty. I didn't know what the fuck was going on. All I knew was I was freezing my ass off while sweating like a warthog in a sauna, I couldn't see straight, and my throat hurt so bad I couldn't speak. That's not an exaggeration, I literally couldn't speak - let alone eat or drink. Found out I was running a temp of 103 the first couple of days and all I did was sleep, and my tonsils were so swollen that even drinking water was painful. Eventually my fever broke and the swelling did go down, but now it fucking BURNS when I swallow anything like I just downed four shots of Everclear with a tabasco sauce chaser. Still not sure what exactly it was, but so far no one else in my house has gotten it, so I'm not even sure if it was something contagious - which just brings up a shit ton of questions about what it was and how I got it. i also can't sneeze without pain shooting down my neck which is great cause it's ALLERGY SEASON YAY

So, suffice to say, my tolerance for social interaction has been very minimal this past week and I haven't had a chance to get any writing done (at least it was my weekend off). I'm still not back to 100% but I'm getting there! Just wanted to give you guys a quick update, so now I'm gonna go take a zinc tab, get my kids in bed, and then try to crank out that teaser I promised ya'll~! ❤️

Side note: the 23rd was my youngest daughter's 4th birthday, and this kid. Omfg she cracks me up. So bedtime rolls around and my kid, she's watching these DIY videos for like fidget toys or whatever, and she sees one of those pimple popping toys. She runs up to me and is trying to get me to watch it (I'm barely conscious at this point btw) and she points to her forehead and tells me that she has pimples on her face, and that she needs one of those toys to pop instead. She literally just turned 4, and I tell her pimples don't happen until you're a teen (in my case, at least), and that she's got about ten more years to go before she's a teen. Then I ask her if she knows how long ten years is, and how far away into the future it is. She screams yeah, so I ask her how far.

This kid. This fucking kid. She proceeds to press herself against the wall of our living room, then runs across the length of it and down our hallway until she straight slams herself into our bathroom door (sort of like inexperienced skaters stop themselves at a roller rink by skating into that half wall), then yells back at me "THIS FAR!" I fucking died it hurt so much but I couldn't stop laughing 🤣☠️It was worth it though! ❤️

[prismatica-the-strange]

Coal Dust

Warnings: 18+

Synopsis: Santa is married, the day is saved, and Christmas is underway. But then something else happens, as if Bernard hasn't been under enough stress.

Pairings: Snowfall Sweethearts ☕❄

The whole workshop is a mess.

Lines of black streak the floor as elves try to sweep up the residue left by the Toy Santa's big idea. Charcoal mixes with snowy boots to make a slippery, murky, sludge on the tile.

Bernard leads Mrs. Claus inside, the snowy courtyard a mess of gray snow behind them.

He grabs Charity's attention when people try to pull him away.

"Can you show Mrs. Claus around?"

"Me? Are you sure? Shouldn't Curtis-"

"You've spent more time in the mortal realm than any of us," he explains, "I figure you'll be best to answer any of her questions. I trust you."

Her heart flutters, "O-okay."

"Thanks, Shiver," He turns to Carol, pulling Charity next to him, "This is Charity, she's going to show you around. Anything you need until you get your bearings, ask Charity."

"Hi," she smiles shyly at the mortal.

He scurries off to help in the Comm room, the last thing he needs is something happening to Santa.

She can appreciate Carol wanting a detailed tour, when she first got back to the pole she'd gotten lost a few times herself.

"This is the Comm. Room," she explains, "This is where we can stay in touch with Santa while he's out on delivery."

"How's everything going?" Bernard asks, it's been over an hour and nothing's gone wrong so he's started to relax. He's also started to realize just how worried he'd been, not just about Christmas, but the red haired elf in front of him specifically.

While he was restrained away from the others he'd heard breaking glass and angry yelling. As it turns out, Charity, never one to sit by quietly, had thrown a stool through one of the workshop windows when Toy Santa locked the elves in.

His eyes settle on her face, black powder smudged on her cheeks, one of which has a line across it, darker than the rest. His eyebrows furrow and he goes to say something when he's interrupted.

"Everything is... wow," Carol grins, "This place is amazing!"

He smiles at her with a nod, "I'm glad you like it. Where are you off to next?"

"Bedroom and living quarters," Charity says, "I'll see you later."

She turns to leave but stops when she feels his hand on her wrist.

"Can I borrow her for a minute?" He asks Carol, not waiting for a reply when he pulls her aside.

"What's wrong?" She asks at his suddenly worried expression.

She watches with wide eyes when he brings his hand up to brush her hair away from her face.

"What's this?" She flinches at the sting from his thumb grazing the line on her left cheek. His eyes narrow, "Are you hurt?"

"It's nothing," she insists, pulling his hand from her face, "I'm fine."

"No," He shakes his head and moves both his hands to cup her face now, "I want you to go see Dr. Histmas, I'll take care of Mrs. Claus."

"I'm okay, Twitch, seriously. It's nothing a warm washcloth and some Neosporin can't fix."

"You're sure?" His eyes search hers for any doubt and she smiles at him.

"Positive."

He pushes down the sudden urge to lean forwards and capture her lips with his and reluctantly lets his hands fall from her face.

She can feel his stare as she goes to join Carol in the hallway.

"How long have you two been together?" She asks and Charity's eyes go wide.

"W-we-we aren't!" Her face and ears go red. She hurries ahead, leading Mrs. Claus toward their next stop.

Another fifteen minutes of thinking about those adorable chewed and chapped lips and Bernard drops what he's doing to go find her, he's been pushing this down for far too long.

He loses his nerve outside Santa's living quarters and starts pacing. He should just go back to work.

He jumps when he turns around to an opening door, coming face to face with a surprised Charity.

"Did something happen?" She asks, "Is Santa okay?"

"He's fine."

"That's good."

It's quiet for a moment.

"So-"

"I wanted to-" They both freeze, and he clears stammers, "S-sorry... What were you going to..."

"Nothing... please, go ahead."

Why are his palms sweaty? He takes a deep breath.

"I wanted to... Know if you wanted someone to walk you home?" He gives her a crooked smile. Chicken, "It's late and you look exhausted."

"Oh..." Oh? What does that mean? "Sure Twitch, I'd love if you'd walk me home."

The walk to her cottage is quiet, but a comfortable kind of quiet. The kind of quiet that's warm and breathable.

He smiles when she slips her right hand in his left, testing the waters before leaning into him and wrapping her other arm around his.

"Thank you," She says, resting her cheek on his shoulder.

"For what?"

"The company."

He can feel the points of his ears turning pink and his smile widens.

The inside of her cottage is cozy and much more homey than his apartment, not that he spends much time there anyways, too busy running around all the time. He finds himself immediately relaxing as soon as he steps inside.

"I'm gonna go take care of this," She motions to her cheek, moving away, "I'll be right back."

""Let me," He follows her into the bathroom.

"Are you sure? I-I can do it."

He just smiles and maneuvers her to sit on the side of the tub.

She can't help but stare while he patches her up, cheeks turning a bright shade of red when he kneels in front of her and tucks her hair behind her ear.

He pouts, eyebrows creased together as he carefully cleans the coal dust from the wound, whispering a soft apology at every flinch, "I'm sorry... I'm almost done... just a little more..."

"There," he says, thumb smoothing over the freshly placed bandage, "Good as new."

His eyes go wide when she leans close, pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

He's in complete shock.

"Merry Christmas, Bernard."

She kisses him again, harder than the last, but only just so. More confident than before.

It takes him a moment before he completely melts into her, eyes fluttering shut. His hands find purchase on her hips and he smiles against her lips.

"I've wanted to do that for over 600 years," he breathes, forehead pressed to hers.

"Then why didn't you?"

"I- w-w-what do you mean? I mean-" He looks up at her, "You... Santa assigned you out of the pole, I didn't know the next time I'd see you, I was scared! It-... It wasn't the right time."

"And now?"

He starts to smile again, that crooked, goofy smile she loves, "I would love to see where this goes. If you'll have me, that is."

She doesn't say anything, just cups his cheeks and pulls him into another kiss.

"I'll take that as a yes?" He laughs lightly.

"Stay," She says, "Here, tonight. I- I want to spend Christmas with you."

His face falls. There is nowhere he would rather spend the day, than curled beside her, but, "I have to go back to the workshop. I have to be there when Santa gets..."

He trails off, one of his curls wrapped around her finger, sad smile etched on her face.

"I can come back!"

She shakes her head and stands, "It's fine, Bernard."

"No, I can! I can come right back over once Santa gets back and we debrief and I-I-I," he hurries after her, holding on to her hand, "Charity, please."

"It's okay," Her smile isn't full, he wants it to be, "I understand, you're super busy as head elf, Santa relies on you. I get it, Twitch, I do."

She's taken aback when his hands firmly hold her face, looking at her like a kicked puppy, "Please don't be sad. I don't want to start this with sad. I am very busy but I will come back as soon as I can... I promise."

He feels her arms snake around his middle and she pulls her face from his hold, nestling it against his neck.

"W-wow, okay," The sudden increase in affection brought on by this whole situation has his head spinning. He can feel her breath on his skin as she relaxes in his arms, "Is it okay if I come back?"

She nods, falling further into him.

"I... I have to go, Shiver," He says, still not pulling away, "Will you be awake when I get back?"

"I dunno... I can try?"

"No," He leans back and runs his fingers through her hair, smiling tenderly, "No, get some sleep, I'll be here when you wake up."

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"Is something going on?"

Santa has never seen Bernard rush through a post-delivery debrief like this before.

"Nope."

"Bernard?" The pointed look makes the elf shrink slightly.

"I-I'm just tired, it's been a long month," It's not a lie, the whole toy Santa debacle has him exhausted.

"Uh-huh," Santa's eyes narrow, "Have you seen Charity?"

"W-what?" His voice cracks, "No! Why?"

"Someone said she cut herself when she was trying to bust out of the workshop. I didn't know if you knew how bad it was."

"Just a knick on her cheek, she's okay."

"So you have seen her."

"I-Wha-w-well yeah! Earlier! But when you asked I thought you meant recently, not like earlier than n-now..." he rambles, chuckling nervously.

"O... kay?" Santa shakes his head, "Well, I think that's it for the debrief. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go kiss my wife."

"Yeah! Y-you do that, sir!"

His cheeks puff up as he lets out a breath of relief.

By the time he gets back, the cabin is dark. He tries to be as quiet as possible, until his foot catches the side of a table, sending him and a few knickknacks toppling to the ground.

Charity bolts upwards when she hears an exclamation from the front room.

"Silent night!"

She relaxes hearing Bernard's voice. She swings her legs over the side of the bed, keeping the large fluffy blanket wrapped around her as she shuffles into the living room.

She's still half asleep as she clicks the light on, catching him picking up his mess. His face softens when he sees her, and he stands up.

"What are you doing up?" He asks.

She doesn't say anything, just steps close and leans into him, cheek squishing against his shoulder.

"I didn't mean to wake you," He rubs her back, "C'mon, go back to bed, I'll take the couch."

She takes a deep breath and steps away but doesn't let him go for the couch, instead pulling him with her.

He sits on the edge of her large bed as he kicks off his boots before looking over at her, "Are you sure you don't want me to take the couch?"

The next time she wakes up, she's snuggled into his chest, his arms wrapped tightly around her. He's out cold, Christmas and the days that follow traditionally being the time he sleeps the hardest. The stress and excitement from the holiday finally off his shoulders.

She reaches up, twisting his curls around her fingers and taking in his flushed cheeks, still smudged with coal dust.

"Merry Christmas, Twitch."

He pushes his face into her hair, muttering in his sleep, "Merry Christmas."