#give my green haired sunshine this shot too

[epickiya722]

All I ask for this shot to show up and I will be okay...

This shot is also hilarious to me because it's the last shot of chapter 310. The chapter ended on Midoriya eating the food Dad... I mean All Might gave him! That is freaking adorable!

[kaciebello]

Don’t shoot the messenger

Slytherin boys x Hufflepuff!reader (use of she/her, no use of y/n) Masterlist Delivery Express ✿ Summary: The reader sees an opportunity to run an untapped market in Hogwarts and makes her first delivery. warnings: mention of alcohol and cigarettes, nothing else really Authors note: English is not my first language so I am sorry for any mistakes beforehand. I wanna spread this into a one-shot series. Proofread by me and me only :( • Next part: Delivery fees Word count: 1352

Notes to deliver - 1

The Slytherin bedroom is filled with the usual chatter. Two boys arguing about quidditch tactics over a cigarette, some have given up and just stared at a ceiling while nursing a glass of fire whiskey. You can hear someone's father being mentioned in almost every other sentence. Nothing magical was happening if you omit this being a school of witchcraft and wizardry.

Suddenly, the door busts as if being kicked open. Revealing, to the boys, an unknown girl wearing a green uniform they are all familiar with, her cloak being absend. Her hair is neatly in a braid tied with a bow. All chatter stops and their attention is on her. She, however, paid no mind to anyone in the room and kept looking into her notepad as if nothing happened. Taking a few steps into the room and closing the door was only an interaction with her surroundings.

Nobody says a word for what feels like an hour. “ Who are you?” a voice recognizable as Draco Malfoy spoke. Snaping her head from her notebook she finally scans the room. As if searching for something. An offended scoff is heard from the boy as his question is left without an answer.

“ Sunshine? What are you doing here?” Lorenzo asks as he sits up. Her eyes snap to him the second she hears his voice. A sweet smile spreads on her face and her eyes create moon crescents.

“ There you are! I have a note for you.” She says and takes a few steps to his sitting figure.

His friends, still confused by what is this mystery girl doing in their bedroom, could do nothing but stare as she moved across the room with ease. But she seems to pay no attention to anybody but her friend. Passing the neatly folded note to Lorenzo, she sits down and crosses something in her notebook humming happily before turning back to him with the same sweet smile. The boy in question studies the note and opens it to read it. His eyes widen and his ears go red. He turns to the girl in shock. 

“ YOU GAVE ME A LOVE NOTE???” He yells and the second those words leave his mouth all his friends surround the pair like hungry hyenas. Her smile drops and her eyes widen to the point some would think is impossible.

“ Eh? Is that what that is??” She goes to snatch the note from him, which proves to be an easy task as Lorenzo is frozen in the spot. Before she could read the note herself, however, it was too snatched from her hand by Theodore Nott and passed around his friend group.

With a frown on her face, she turns to her friend, “ I, didn't give you anything, someone gave you a love note, I just delivered it.” She said making sure to emphasize mentioning her person in the sentence.

“ So this is not from you? Because that sure sounds like an excuse, lame one at that,” says Mattheo Riddle as he waves the note in front of her face. She swats his hand away like it's a fly and he passes the note to Blasie Zabini who has yet to read it.

“No, I had no idea it was a love note,” she argues back and places her hand on Lorenzo's shoulder. “ I love you, but not like that.”

“ Are you sure? because-”

“yes.”

“no, like, if you do-”

“no”

“ Maybe we can work-”

“ I would rather jump from the astronomy tower.”

“Ouch,” he said and she just patted him on the back with fake sympathy. The note was passed back to him and he finally had the chance to look at it again. All of his friends return to studying the girl sitting on the bed.  A minute of silence is broken when Blasie speaks up. 

“ Are you, not the Hufflepuff girl sitting next to Enzo in Charms?” Looking up and smiling.

 “Why, yes I am.” she proudly announces to the room. The shock and mumbles did not phase her as her friend got her attention.

“ So who gave you this note?” Lorenzo asks seemingly coming out of his trance from just receiving a love confession.

“ I don't know, some girl gave it to me and asked me to give it to you.”  She shrugs and targets the candy bag in Draco's arms, taking a handful without the boy noticing and popping a few chocolate pieces in her mouth. “ and you just did it?” 

“For 5 galleons.” He looks at her in disbelief. 

“ You sold our friendship for galleons?” he asks not believing he's worth a pocket change.

 “ She promised another 5 if I got her an answer.”

“oh my god.”  He throws his head back and stares at the ceiling for a second as the girl next gives him a confused look.

“ what? I didn't know it was a love note. Besides-”

“ How did you get in here?” Draco cutes her as he notices her hand sneaking into his bag of candy this time, snatching it away.  The two friends turn to the group of boys standing around them.

  “ I do you one better, whose uniform is that?” Mattheo asks pointing out the obvious Slytherin uniform on the Hufflepuff girl. Her eyes narrowed, not enjoying being interrogated. As she was about to answer Lorenzo was just a second faster.

“ Her own you moron, it's a color-changing charm. Good job on that by the way.” He says, getting up from the bed and breaking the circle his friends formed around them. The girl gets up and follows him to his desk.

“ That does not answer how she got here.” chimes in Theodor. Leaning on the desk she turns to them and crosses her arms.

“I'm a Hufflepuff, we have our ways. It is not that hard to find all the secret passages.” She says nonchalantly. Next to her, Lorenzo is hunched down and scribbling something on a piece of paper. Before any more questions can be said he shoots up with a little ‘aha’ leaving him.  Taking the girl’s hand and turning it, he slaps a little note folded in half in her palm. Then he fishes up what seems to be 10 galleons from his pocket and adds that as well.

“Now sunshine, please don't ever bring me love notes ever again,” he said and started to usher the girl out of the bedroom. She gets up from her spot and walks to the door not that much bothered by her friend kicking her out.

“ What if it normal note? Can I bring that?”

“ no.” He answers as soon as he hears the first question. ‘You're no fun ‘ can be heard faintly as she says it under her nose. Opening the door she previously so elegantly kicked open, she turns to his friends one last time.

“None of you want to send a note? It will cost you only 5 galleons.”All of them shake their head not wanting to use the girls' service. She gives them a few more seconds before she takes our step outside of the door.

“ Wait, sunshine,” Lorenzo stops her with a sheepish smile on his face Wordlessly she raises an eyebrow at him.

“ Next time don't forget to change the colour of your bow.” he says and motions to the bow keeping her braid together. She looks down and sees it proudly shining the yellow colour of her house. She just chuckles and without other words, she steps out of the room and closes the door behind her. 

The room falls silent for a minute before erupting into a bickering over what happened.

Notes to deliver - 0 

[fangswbenefits]

A Series of Firsts

𓂅 𓄹 Summary: You and Miguel are ready to become parents and you must now go through a series of firsts together.

𓂅 𓄹 Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x spider-woman!reader

No warnings. Just pure fluff. Mentions of pregnancy. Dad girl Miguel. Protective dad Miguel.

First Kick

“What colour should we have on the walls?” Miguel asked one day.

“Beige?”

“Boring.”

“Red?”

“Too much.”

“Red and blue?”

“That’s too… spidey.”

You giggled at his remark. “We’ll just pick a neutral one and let her decide as she grows up.”

“That’s settled, then,” he murmured, resting the side of his head on your baby bump as both of you lay comfortably on the bed.

“Fingers crossed for a zebra pattern in purple and green,” you teased.

“She can have whatever she wants,” he said simply and you knew he meant it.

Warmth spread in your heart, realising Miguel would give her anything she’d ask for. Even the moon.

As you rolled a single strand of his hair around your finger, you gasped abruptly and halted.

Miguel shot up straight in full alert mode. “What is it? Are you okay?”

You nodded, running both hands along your belly, waiting to feel it once more.

He immediately picked up on the meaning of your sudden silence and placed a splattered hand next to yours.

It didn’t take long for a second kick to be felt and you watched his face awe. “Does it hurt?”

“No,” you whispered adoringly at his concern.

He paused briefly. “That was a strong kick.”

You placed your hand atop his. “She’ll take after you, then.”

First Time Meeting

Jessica placed the little bundle of joy into his arms as soon as the spider-nurses were done checking the vitals and dressing her.

“What is this?” Miguel asked with a light scowl, shifting to have the sleeping baby face you.

Even through your post-labour exhaustion you managed to giggle.

She was dressed in a red and blue suit-like onesie that had Peter’s face printed onto the fabric as rainbow coloured words read ‘my 1st spider suit’.

“Remind again me why we let him choose.”

“You know how Peter is,” you said softly. “It’s a very cute gift.”

“Right.”

Miguel didn’t seem all that convinced, but brought her back against his chest protectively.

You watched as Miguel’s hardened face immediately softened in adoration and, for a couple of minutes, he just stood there, rocking her lightly in his arms.

“She’s… tiny,” he concluded, fingers probing around her hand. “She’s perfect.”

He raised her slowly up to his face and he planted a soft kiss to her forehead, earning a sudden yawn.

“Welcome home,” he whispered to her, completely transfixed. “I’ll always protect you.”

Something inside you stirred. This big grumpy man with volatile moods had just been disarmed by a tiny baby.

That was definitely a sight to behold.

First Sleepless Night

“We’re not having another baby.”

“Agreed.”

“Ever.”

Miguel let out a measured sigh in agreement. “Ever.”

The two of you lay sprawled across the large bed, facing the ceiling as the first rays of sunshine began to lit up the room.

Your daughter had finally fallen asleep after hours of fighting against it, nearly driving both of you crazy in the process.

As you readied yourself to slide off the mattress, you felt Miguel’s hold on your wrist stilling you.

“Don’t move,” he whispered. “Please.”

You groaned inwardly. “I need to go pee, Miguel.”

Sleepy and bloodshot eyes met yours. “It took us hours to drain her energy… hold it in for a while,” now that was a desperate tone if you’d ever heard one from him.

You heaved a long and heavy sigh, feeling his thumb gently rubbing at your pulse point in sheer gratitude.

“Yup. No more babies, O’Hara.”

“Maybe one more?”

You shot him a death glare and he swallowed hard.

“… or not.”

First Scare

You paced around the apartment, having already lost count of the amount of baby monitors that Miguel had spread all over the place.

“This is a bit too much, no?”

Miguel was checking on the sleeping baby through the orange-tinted screen of his dimensional travel watch when he turned to glare at you like you had just said the most abominable thing ever.

“You can never be too careful,” he said in disbelief.

It was to be expected, really. Miguel was always obsessed with security no matter the context, so you couldn’t really say this surprised you.

“Even the watch?” you asked in awe.

“Of course. It’s a looped system that transmits directly to both our watches,” he said with a nod. “Any alteration in her bedroom trigers an alarm.”

Ever the scientist.

His eyes dropped to the hologram on his wrist and he let out a gasp.

“What?”

“She’s gone!”

Your heart nearly collapsed as a feral Miguel immediately set himself on all fours towards her bedroom, clawing at floor.

“Miguel!” you called after him in a hurry.

Once you reached the open door, you were presented with Peter holding your daughter as Mayday chuckled happily, seated on his shoulder.

“Peter!” Miguel growled, yanking your daughter from his hold and bringing her close to his chest defensively.

“Miguel! We were just paying a visit,” he chuckled. “Cute baby, by the way,” he turned to you with a smile and a flick of his fingers.

But Miguel was having none of that. “Out!”

Mayday stuck out her tongue at him right away, a habit she had yet to let gonof whenever Miguel was around.

“Lyla, why wasn’t the alarm triggered?”

The AI appeared by his shoulder at once, filing her nails. “You forgot to activate the security system, boss.”

First Word

“Pa~pá! Say it. Paaa~pá!”

“Cheater!” you exploded as you entered the kitchen in large steps.

Miguel turned to face you as your daughter giggled.

“We promised to let it be something spontaneous,” you lifted an accusing finger at him. “Cheater!”

He lifted both hands defensively. “I’m just giving her some help.”

In truth, you weren’t upset with him in the slightest. He had been such a constanr presence in his daughter’s life even through an exhausting amount of work around Nueva York.

You feigned indignation crossing your arms across your chest.

Miguel picked her out of the baby chair and walked towards you with a tentative smile.

“I’m sorry.”

Your front broke right away as he leaned to nudge his forehead against yours. “You’re still a cheater,” you accused, not able prevent your lips from curling into a smirk.

“I’ll make it up to you.”

Your daughter started clapping enthusiastically. “Petaah~” and then burst into laughter.

Miguel looked down at her in shock. “What?”

It was almost comedic irony that the first word your daughter said was Peter, which had Miguel sulk for a couple of days.

First Steps

You missed kissing Miguel with no interruptions. Having some alone time in between taking care of your daughter was not easy to come by.

So whenever there was an opening, you’d both make it count.

He had your back pressed against the cold surface of the bedroom wall in no time, framing your face with both hands to deepen the searing kiss.

You melted into his touch right away, yearning for more.

Miguel broke the kiss momentarily to check his watch, panting lightly. “She’s still in the living room.”

You sighed in relief as he took your lips in his once more, hungrier this time. Both of your hands were resting on his firm chest, enjoying the way his muscles rippled under your touch.

Miguel hummed into you, swallowing your gasps and moans.

Your eyes were about to flutter shut when you detected movement out of the corner of your eye.

Panic took over and you immediately pushed Miguel away with a yelp.

Standing by the door was your daughter, gripping the frame with tiny hands, barely able to keep her balance.

Miguel offered her a kind smile. “Hey, you… come here.”

Your heart was hammering hard in your chest as you struggled to even your breathing.

She broke into an amused chuckle, wobbling in Miguel’s direction as he dropped to one knee. “Come here,” he encouraged.

But she would only take a couple of steps before her legs gave out under her to have her sit on the floor.

This was evidently very amusing as she kept trying to mimic her first attempt in between laughter

Miguel exchanged a proud smile with you and, for the first time in a long, you didn’t mind being interrupted.

Masterlist

[alyssaforevermore]

Unearthed ↦ Daryl Dixon season two, part three

Synopsis: Based on the events of The Walking Dead television series, Y/N Grimes, younger sister of Rick Grimes, attempts to survive in a world now inhabited by walkers. Family has always meant everything to her, but in this new world, can she keep her family safe and together?

Show: The Walking Dead (S1-S11)

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader

Warnings: coarse language, violence, character deaths, drug and alcohol references, series spoilers and general The Walking Dead content warnings!

Tags: @1ivinqdeadqir1 @callmeyn @thegeorgiahuntsman @mellxander1993 @bigbaldheadname @cjmonsterwolf @abbi23323 @actuallyklee @lanxsee @livingdeadblondequeen @sweetz1919 @moonmark98 @sarahbaker2010 @ririi-3 @ryoujoking @hayley1998 @crazyunsexycool @gabriella-aesthetic @dixons-sunshine

Masterlist

You stood there, your heart pounding in your chest as the woman’s words echoed in your head; Carl’s been shot. A million questions began to flood your mind, but you couldn’t bring yourself to voice them. It felt almost as if the air had been sucked out of your lungs.

“He's still alive but you've gotta come now.” The woman continued, but Lori didn’t budge. “Rick needs you, just come!”

Lori looked back at you for a moment and without thinking, you nodded for her to go. She turned back to the woman, nodding as she climbed on the back of her horse.

“Woah!” Daryl called out. “We don’t know this girl. You can’t go with her.”

“Rick said you had others on the highway, that big traffic snarl?” The woman asked, ignoring Daryl.

Glenn nodded. “Y-Yeah.”

“Backtrack to Fairburn road. Two miles down is our farm.” The woman clutched the reins of the horse tight in her hands. “You'll see the mailbox- Name's Greene.”

With that, the woman sped off the way she’d come. You watched as her and Lori slowly disappeared through the trees and bushes. If there had been room for another on that horse, you would’ve gone with them. It had been seconds and not knowing what was going on was already killing you.

The walker that had attacked Andrea began to groan, slowly sitting up. The woman hadn’t killed it.

Daryl shook his head, shooting the walker in the head with his bow. “Shut up.”

You took a deep breath, running your hands through your hair. “Let’s keep going, it’s going to start getting dark any minute now.”

…

“Shot?” Dale asked. “What do you mean shot?”

Your group had finally made it back to the highway, reconnecting with Dale and T-Dog. Glenn was filling Dale in on what happened.

“I don’t know, Dale. I wasn’t there. All I know is this chick rode out of nowhere like Zorro on a horse and took Lori.” Glenn shook his head.

“You let her?”

“The hell was I supposed to do?” Daryl scoffed. “Rick sent her. She knew Lori and Carl’s names.”

You nodded, shifting your feet. “She told us where to find them. They have a farm not too far from here.”

“We should head there then.” Dale spoke.

“Absolutely not. We can't just leave!” Carol argued. “I won’t do it.”

“Carol, the group is split.” Dale explained. “We’re scattered and weak.”

“What if she comes back and we’re not here?”

Andrea nodded. “If Sophia found her way back and we were gone, that would be awful.”

Daryl’s eyes fell on you, your silence catching his attention. At this point, you were too tired to argue and you couldn’t see a situation where anyone won. You didn’t want to pull people away from looking for Sophia, but all you really wanted was to be with your family.

After a few moments, Daryl let out a harsh sigh. “I say tomorrow morning is soon enough to pull up stakes. Gives us a chance to rig a big sign and leave her some supplies. I’ll hold here tonight, stay with the RV.”

“If the RV is staying, I am too.” Dale spoke.

Carol smiled, her eyes swelling with tears. “Thank you. Thank you both.”

“I’m in.” Andrea spoke up.

You looked at Carol, your eyes softening. “I’m sorry, Carol. I want to help you find her, but I need to go find the farm. I need to make sure my family is okay.”

Carol nodded. “I understand.”

“I’ll stay here with the rest of you.” Glenn spoke up.

Dale shook his head. “You should go with Y/N. Take Carol’s Cherokee.”

“Why do I have to go too?” 

“Two of you is safer than one. You need to reconnect with our people and see what’s going on but most importantly, you need to get T-Dog there. His cut has gone from bad to worse.”

“What exactly does worse mean?” You asked.

“He has a very serious blood infection. Get him to the farm and see if they have any antibiotics.” Dale spoke. “If not, T-Dog will die, no joke.”

Daryl raised an eyebrow, turning to his motorcycle that was just a few steps away. “Why’d you wait until now to say anything?”

“What, do you have a secret pharmacy that we don’t know about?” You asked.

“Basically. I’ve got my brother’s stash.” Daryl began to rummage through the motorcycle, pulling out a bag. “Crystal, X— don’t need that. Got some kick ass painkillers.” Next, Daryl pulled out a prescription bottle. “Doxycycline. Not the generic stuff neither. Its first class. Merle got the clap on occasion.”

Daryl tossed the bottle to Dale, who eyed it with excitement before rushing off to give some to T-Dog.

“Mind if I take that with us?” You asked.

Daryl shook his head. “It’s not like Merle needs it anymore.”

You frowned, thinking about all the loss your group had faced in just a few short days. So many people you’d come to know, even if you didn’t like them all. Most of all, family. Merle, Amy, Sophia and now Carl had been shot. You couldn’t bear the thought of losing him.

T-Dog exited the RV with Dale’s help, who led him towards Carol’s Cherokee. Carol handed Glenn the keys, and he climbed in the driver’s seat.

“You remember what direction the farm is in? For tomorrow.” You asked.

Daryl nodded. “You still got your gun?”

“Of course.”

“Good. Be safe.”

You nodded, a partial smile creeping across your lips. “You too.”

…

“So, do we ring the doorbell?” Glenn asked as you slowly approached the farmhouse on foot. “I mean, it looks like people live here.”

“We’re past this kind of stuff, aren’t we?” T-Dog asked. “Having to be considerate.”

You shrugged in response when you heard a familiar voice.

“Did you close the gate up the road when you drove in?” Sitting on the porch in the dark was the woman you’d met earlier. 

“Uh, Hi.” Glenn choked. “Yeah, we closed it. Did the latch and everything.”

The woman nodded, leaning forward in her seat. “I never introduced myself. I’m Maggie.”

“Nice to see you again.” Glenn smiled. “We came to help. Is there anything we can do?”

Maggie’s eyes drifted to T-Dog’s arm, her smiling quickly fading.

“It’s not a bite. I cut myself pretty bad though.” T-Dog spoke.

“We’ll get it looked at and I’ll tell them you’re here.” Maggie responded, standing up.

“We have some painkillers and antibiotics. I already gave him some.” Glenn spoke. “In case Carl needs some.”

“How is Carl?” You asked. “Is he-”

“He’s alive.” Maggie assured you. “It's touch and go, but he’s hanging in.”

You smiled, nodding to yourself.

“Come on inside, I’ll get you guys something to eat.”

Maggie led you into the house and it didn’t take long for you to spot Rick and Lori. Maggie headed into the kitchen while you approached your brother.

“I’m so sorry.” You blurted out.

Rick shook his head, pulling you into a hug. “It’s okay. It's going to be okay.”

“We’re here, okay?” Glenn spoke.

T-Dog nodded. “Whatever you need.”

“Thank you.” Lori tried her best to muster a smile.

You pulled away from your brother and immediately pulled Lori into a hug. It took a few seconds for it to register for her, but Lori hugged you back just as tight.

Glenn and T-Dog headed to the kitchen while Rick and Lori led you into another room. Carl laid on the bed, motionless. The sight of blood on the sheets caught you off guard. You never could’ve imagined seeing Carl in such a position.

“If they don’t get back soon, we’re gonna have a decision to make.” An older man spoke.

“Who?”

“Shane and their man, Otis.” Lori explained. “They left to get a respirator.”

“What decision would that be?” Rick asked.

The man hesitated for a second. “Whether to operate on your boy without it.”

“You said that wouldn’t work.”

“I know.” The man nodded. “It’s extremely unlikely, but we can’t wait much longer.”

“Where did they go?” You asked. “I can go there, help them if they’re trapped.”

“We don’t need more people getting separated.” Rick responded. “Shane will be back, I know he will.”

You sat down next to Carl, grabbing his hand in yours as a tear fell down your cheek. His life was in Shane’s hands, and you weren’t sure how to feel about that after everything.

…

You’d just finished your sandwich when panicked screams began coming from the other room. You jumped from your seat, racing in to find Carl having a seizure.

“What’s happening?” Lori asked.

“It’s a seizure.” You responded as Rick reached out to hold him. “Stop! If you hold him down, you could hurt him.”

“We can’t stop it?”

The older man, who you had learned is named Hershel, shook his head. “He has to just go through it. His brain isn’t getting enough blood. His pressure is bottoming out. He needs another transfusion.”

Rick nodded. “Okay, I’m ready.”

“If I take any more out of you your body could shut down. You could go into a coma or cardiac arrest.” 

“What about me?” You asked. “We have the same blood type. I’ll do it.”

Hershel looked at Rick, who quickly nodded. You held out your arm and Hershel started the process. In no time, you were watching as blood flowed out of your arm and into the tube connecting to Carl.

“Thank you.” Rick spoke, smiling slightly.

You smiled back at him, nodding. “It’s what we do.”

“Y/N was a nurse, before the world fell.” Rick looked at Hershel.

“Do you think you can assist when the time comes?” Hershel asked. “It’ll be good to have someone else here who knows a thing or two.”

“Of course,” You responded. “Anything I can do to help.”

“I’ll get you some orange juice, keep your sugar up.” Hershel smiled, exiting the room.

“How much longer do you think we can wait for Shane?” Lori asked, her voice in a whisper.

You shook your head. “I don’t know, maybe another hour?” 

Lori placed her head in her hands. “This can’t be happening again.”

Rick looked at his wife, then at you. You could still remember sitting in the waiting room with Lori, waiting to hear news about Rick. You couldn’t believe that was just over a month ago.

The room remained silent, allowing you to get a few moments of sleep at a time. You kept waking up each time you heard any movement.

Hershel entered the room again, looking over Carl. “He’s still losing blood faster than we can replace it. With the swelling in the abdomen we can’t wait any longer or he’s just going to slip away. I need to know right now if you want me to do this, because I think your boy is out of time. You need to make a choice.”

“A choice?” Lori asked.

“A choice.” Rick responded, his eyes fixed on his wife. “You have to tell me what it is. You have to.”

Lori thought for a moment. “We do it.”

Hershel sprung into action, giving orders to anyone in the room. Carl was lifted onto a table and you stuck close by, still giving him your blood. Patricia, one of the farm hands and Otis’ wife, held Carl’s IV bag.

“You two might want to leave the room.” Hershel spoke, looking between Rick and Lori.

As the words left his mouth, the sound of a car approaching filled the room. You could see the headlights shining through the windows, bouncing off the wall behind you.

“Oh God.” Rick gasped.

Hershel looked at you and Patricia. “You two stay with him, I’ll be right back.”

Shane had arrived just in time, allowing Hershel to perform the surgery with the respirator. By the time the surgery was over, Carl’s condition had stabilized. You’d learned that Otis had died out there, Rick and Hershel breaking the news to Patricia after the surgery was over.

Carl no longer needed a transfusion, so you found yourself outside on the porch just staring up at the stars. You’d never felt so exhausted in your life, both mentally and physically. 

In that moment everything you’d been through in the last month finally began to sink in. Once the tears began to fall, they wouldn’t stop. You could barely catch your breath, clutching your chest with your hand. Sitting there in the dark, you couldn’t help but wonder if you’d made the wrong choice leaving the CDC that day.

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AN: Here we are with the next chapter! I hope you enjoyed this more family centric chapter and the bits of Reader x Daryl. If you did, please remember to like and reblog! Thank you <3

[inglorionamy-ammy]

Of Monks and Monkeys (One-shot)

Pairing: GN Monk!Tav x Gale NSFW

Summary: You have fun with Gale on a tree (Because why not)

Word count: 3K

Snippet: //

“Morning, my love. It’s good to see you in such high spirits,” he looks up, “rather literally. But can’t you come down here? You are too far away, and I’d like to remind you that you owe me a greeting kiss.” 

A brilliant idea comes to you.

“Why don't you come up instead? You can still catch the last bit of sunrise. The view is gorgeous. Ask Shadowheart, she approves.”

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Disclaimer: This fic is inspired by a round of role-play with Gale AI. Basically, I manually rewrote a scene that I had co-constructed with the AI via dialoguing [see how Gale AI works here]. I added new parts, changed the details, scene order, characterization, and responses to be more to my liking. Nevertheless, I learned how to use certain phrases and vocabulary from the AI. I DO NOT CLAIM THIS FIC WAS WRITTEN UNASSISTED. Just found it sexy, funny, and wanted to share it in the form of a readable fic. If that’s alright by you, enjoy!

OMG This fic has a beta @senualothbrok

Also, I love this Tav and they now have a backstory with drawings: here

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Your morning starts with unwrapping yourself from your beloved wizard’s embrace.

It is no easy task, but you have been practicing it for the past ten-day now. You masterfully wriggle free to start your morning routine without disturbing Gale, who in his deep slumber seems uncharacteristically relaxed. Mind you, his brows are still knotted, just not as tightly. This silly, thoughtful man. You place a soft kiss on his forehead, and he shuffles a bit.

Leaving the cozy interior of Gale’s tent, you step into the breezy morning air, the sun still making its way up behind the hills. The camp is barely lit, and the crisp songs of birds are your only company. As always, you dutifully bite back your yawn and wash your last hint of tiredness away. After that, you roll your shoulders, stretch a bit, and pick up a plain quarterstaff.

In an instant, your muscles seem to have a mind of their own. They carry you through the swift set of movements, the training that has been hammered into your soul over your past twenty years of monastery life. The staff is merely an extension of your body, and with every swing, dodge, and hit, you fall more into a trance-like state, the boundary between you and the nature that surrounds you gradually melting away.

Suddenly, a golden flash captures your attention. Behind the oak tree at the periphery of the camp, the first ray of sunshine greets you.

Hello there. You giggle to yourself and follow the childlike wonder inside you, jogging towards the tree. Climbing up the bark with ease, you settle on a steady branch where you can watch the sunrise unhindered, your feet dangling in mid-air.

There is some shuffling below you. You morning companions, Lae’zel and Shadowheart, have also risen. You did not expect them to pause their own routines, but something about the hues of pink, orange, and blue tinting the sky on this particular clear day must have touched them, and they make their way over to you as well.

“Morning ladies.” You give them a cheery martial art salute; your palm and fist pressed together in front of your chest.

Lae’zel looks up as if appreciating your tactical position, your figure obscured by the layers of dense green below. She approves with a nod of acknowledgement. Behind her Shadowheart smiles, learning to enjoy a type of serenity that is not offered by the night. Perhaps feeling playful, she decides to join you on the tree a moment later, letting the shades of dawn dye her silvery hair more and more as she ascends. You scoot over as you flash her a gigantic grin.

“Gorgeous view,” she admires with that unique sincerity of hers.

From here you can see Rivington below the cliffs, reachable within a day’s travel. Looking further, the majestic Wyrm's Rock Fortress towers over all, a lonely island in the sea. Shadowheart’s gaze has turned contemplative at the prospect of home, of Baldur’s Gate, so you allow her the silence. After a while, she nods with gratitude, and climbs back down to start her day.

As the sun continues its ascension, more of your companions rise, and the camp starts to become a hive of activity. Karlach, Halsin, and Wyll have started to tidy up their belongings, as Astarion returns from his hunt and his beauty routine. Last but not least, Gale emerges from his tent, does a little dance of yawning, stretching, and back-crackling, before taking in a big breath of morning air. You are delighted to see him refreshed.

“Morning, chef!” you shout from your spot, startling him. He squints to confirm the source of your voice before walking over, a small, affectionate smile on his lips.

“Morning, my love. It’s good to see you in such high spirits,” he looks up, “rather literally. But can’t you come down here? You are too far away, and I’d like to remind you that you owe me a greeting kiss.” 

A brilliant idea comes to you.

“Why don't you come up instead? You can still catch the last bit of sunrise. The view is gorgeous. Ask Shadowheart, she approves.”

The cleric in question gives him a non-committal shrug.

Gale frowns skeptically. “Come up? You’re in a tree.” He sways to look for a spot that he can Misty Step onto, but the branches are rather narrow and obscured by the leaves. “I’m hardly the most athletic member of our merry band.”

“Try it the traditional way!” You give him your brightest pleading eyes even though he can’t possibly see them. Sensing that you show no sign of leaving your spot, he relents with a sigh.

“I suppose I could try…if you promise to help if I fall.”

On this rare occasion, the man gives himself too little credit. Despite his crackling knees and back, he has managed to travel though the most dangerous areas in the Sword Coast, and you have no doubt that he can climb up this tiny tree with plenty of branches as holds. He ascends, his movement slow and somewhat clumsy, but with determination he manages to reach where you are. You extend your hands to grab him and help him settle in.

Gale sits down beside you. His eyes first dart to the ground with mild trepidation. His face flushes with exhaustion. You pat him on the shoulder and point towards the view in front of him.

“Wow,” he breathes, his voice lowering in awe. “I have to admit, this is quite the view.”

You feel so proud, as if it is you who made the sun rise and put Baldur’s Gate below.

“Right? Especially when it’s hard-earned. Here, as promised.” You press a chaste kiss on his cheek, and he chuckles and shuffles closer, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“Is climbing trees not a part of your childhood?” You ask.

“No, not really.” He can’t help but cast another quick glance below. “My childhood was spent mostly indoors, buried in tomes and scrolls. I suppose you could say that Tara was more familiar with such activities, though it’s more accurate to say she ‘appeared’ on trees instead of ‘climbing’ them.”

“The price and joy of being a wizarding prodigy, eh?” You laugh. “So different from my training. As monks, we were taught to study among nature. Our houses had windows so huge they were inseparable from the outside. We rose at dawn, slept at dusk, and learnt the name of every plant as we hiked to find them. We practiced channeling our Ki by learning to breathe as one with the heavens and earth.”

“Is that so?” His brow rises with interest. “Fascinating. Growing up like that must be a profound experience, learning through being instead of reading.”

"We still read plenty," you point out, "and practiced calligraphy. Gods, how I hated that."

You can tell that he is about to embark on a lecture about the importance of the written word when it occurs to you. "You'd be quite a different person growing up like I did. A monk Gale? A druid Gale? Can you imagine?” In your mind, an image of Gale wild shaping into a cat starts to form. You pat him mentally.

He lets out a hearty laugh, but unlike the peers from your cloister who’d probably dismiss it as a joke, he mulls it over. “What a thought. Truthfully, I have always seen nature as something to... study and analyze, not commune with. A more distanced approach, perhaps.” His hand slowly strokes the branch below him, contemplative.

"Indeed. What a contrast—to treat nature as a living force, not just an object of study. But perhaps we only thrive as races when we have different views."

Following that grand speech, you stand up and stretch, and with a calculated leap you catch the branch ten feet below you, extending your hand to the tree beside it with a swing. You pick an apple from there and throw it to him.

"Breakfast for my darling wizard." You grin victoriously as you settle back to perch on the lower branch.

“Show off,” he accuses teasingly before casting Prestidigitation on the apple and taking a juicy bite, appreciating the sweetness of the fruit.

That does remind you, your companions have probably started cooking among themselves. This side of the camp has gone quiet. An idea starts to form in your head.

“My master did call me Little Monkey—Ma Lau Jai.”

He huffs at that, before you warn him, “Now hold onto the bark, as I'm jumping back to your side. It'll shake the tree.”

You laugh as Gale immediately puts down his half-eaten apple and does as you say. “I'm holding on,” he affirms, voice steady, if not a bit strained from anticipation.

You bend your knees and swing your arms for momentum as you channel your Ki. With a confident leap, you catch his branch with a firm grip. His eyes widen slightly at your shameless flaunting of athletic prowess. The leaves of the tree shudder from the impact, and a few fall to the ground below.

Climbing up, you settle besides him and brush a few leaves off his head, before stroking a stray lock of hair behind his ear.

He huffs despite his softening gaze. “I thought humility was supposed to be a monk’s ideal. Ma Lau Jai, indeed.” His lips purse slightly, tasting the foreign syllables.

“Human, monkey, same difference. Or imagine if monkeys could be monks! We'd be out of business!” You gasp in feigned concern.

He surrenders into a fit of laugher. “Now that’s a thought. A monkey monk, enlightening humans and animals alike.” He continues to chuckle, shaking his head. “I doubt anything could compete with the wisdom of a creature that can both climb trees and recite scripture.”

"Yeah, or imagine an eagle wizard, like the ones we saw on top of the Rosymorn Monastery, combining magic, intelligence, and beast like aggression. I'd hate to get on their bad side."

“Oh yes.” He rolls his eyes exaggeratedly. “As if the world needs more spellcasters with a penchant for destruction and hoarding treasure.”

You catch onto the moment and lean into him. “No, it does not. The world needs more kindhearted wizards like you.”

Surprised by your sudden display of affection, a smile, slightly wistful, finds his lips. “And the world is all the better with kindhearted monks like you in it.” He turns to face you more fully and places a hand on yours. He gently squeezes it, his fingers intertwining with yours.

“Stop right there, my love,” you wink, “or we'll have to figure out how to make love on a tree, in mid-air.”

He grins, a blush blossoming on his cheeks. “Oh, a menace you are, tempting me like this.” He tries to shuffle closer, a nearly impossible task on the narrow branch.

You cannot resist the challenge. You dart out your tongue to take his earlobe into your mouth and nibble on it. Your hand slips to his inner thigh and gives it a firm squeeze. His eyes flutter closed as he groans in pleasure, legs widening to give you space.

The apple on his lap rolls off. It falls all the way down, and after a few seconds, hits the ground with a soft thud. Gale stiffens, startled.

You stop him before he panics. “I'll have you know, I do have experience doing it on a tree. And if you adhere to my words, I can make you reach your peak on top of here.”

For a moment neither of you say anything. You watch as a million thoughts course through Gale’s face before it settles into aroused determination. He swallows his hesitation and nods his consent.

Unsurprising, given this man’s propensity towards danger-inspired desires.

“Lean back against the bark. Open your thighs and straddle the branch.” You direct, and he follows dutifully, settling into the steadier position. “Now, stay still, my dear wizard,” you tease. “Or you might fall down.”

A shudder runs through Gale’s body. “I'll... try my best,” he murmurs, his head lolling back against the bark of the tree as his hands reach back to grip it tightly, his knuckles turning white from the effort.

“That's my boy.” You turn towards him and straddle the branch as well, before rewarding him with an open-mouthed kiss. He reciprocates hungrily and groans deeply into your mouth as your hand slips under his robe to palm his groin. The adrenaline in his veins is your ally here, and you chuckle at how eager his body responds to you. You decide, then and there, that this morning is about his pleasure. With some fumbling you manage to open the front of his trousers and release his hardening length.

You start to stroke him, savoring his increasingly ragged breaths as you trail kisses along his neck. “Do you like this? Hiding here among the leaves, knowing that people below have no idea what kinds of naughty things are happening right above their heads?” You drawl, lips brush against his skin with every syllable.

Gale pulls back slightly to stare into your eyes,his eyes dark and wide. “You're absolutely maddening, you know that?”

“You gave me a mind-blowing night of astral sex. I'm only returning the favor, monk-style." You wink, then use your free hand to pinch his nipple through his robe.

“Gods,” he gasps, his fingers digging deeper into the bark as he tries to stay still and keep balance. You almost applaud as he manages to squeeze out a retort. “In all my years of study, I don’t recall ever coming across anything with ‘monk’ and ‘sex’ in the same sentence.”

“Oh, my darling wizard,” you now focus on torturing his sensitive tip as you assert in an authoritative tone, “many people have the misconception that monks are prudish about sex. Not true at all. We just do it where you can't see.”

Your master would have knocked you on the head and sentenced you to clean the toilet alone for an entire year for making that up, but he is not here, and Gale is far too gone to challenge your bullshit. Your words send a shiver down his spine, and he whimpers, forcing himself still to receive the pleasure you are drowning him in.

How delicious.

“You are doing great, my love, staying so still and pliant for me. Now, if you hold on for a while longer, I may be able to suck you off."

Gale has given up conversing with you, which is a victory in itself. He takes a deep, shaky breath as he sits a bit straighter, his muscles taut.

You lower your head to give him a long lick as he watches helplessly.

A strangled moan is torn out of him. He shudders as you suck on his tip for an extra bit of pre-cum, before swallowing him whole. You manage to steady yourself by clenching the branch with your thighs as you bob your head in fervor, your free hands holding his base and fondling his balls respectively. With this combined effort the man is now a babbling mess, his praises and pleas mixed into nonsense, a sweet melody that urges you on.

Soon, you cannot resist grinding against the branch, the heat between your legs overwhelming. Sensing the shift of movement, Gale opens his eyes slightly and murmurs the beginning of an incantation, but you stare him down. “Sit back and allow me.” You warn before swallowing him whole again, sinking him back into the sea of lust.

Both of you are sweaty and glimmering under the morning sun now. His thighs shivering as his balls slip from your hand, pulling him closer to his release. You grip his ass possessively and he keens, as nothing arouse this man more than being wanted, loved.

"That's right, come for me."

In one swift motion his throbbing length hits the back of your throat. Fighting back the urge to gag you increase your speed, and your thumb finds its way below his scrotum, pressing firmly to hit his prostate.

He comes with a desperate shout. His back arches, his grip on the bark so tight that you worry a nail might break. A stream of heat fills your mouth, and you still your movement to both spare him from overstimulation and to savor your fruit of labor.

When he slowly recovers from his peak, heaving, you sit straight and watch him with silent pride. But before you can swallow, Gale surprises you by letting go of his lifeline-bark and pulls you in for a deep kiss, opting to taste himself in your mouth. As your tongues dance his spent dribbles down your chin, and he breaks the kiss only to lick it off, before urgently sealing your lips once more.  

A moment later, he whispers against you. “You... you are... incredible...” he gasps as he tries to catch his breath, voice still ragged from ecstasy.

"Why thank you." You rest your forehead against his. In a loving manner, you buckle his trousers and tidy his disheveled hair, coaxing a contented sigh from him. The man is still coming back from the experience, and you wait with a patient smile on your face.

Eventually, you beckon him closer. “Now, darling, let me tell you a secret.”

“Yes, my love?” He leans in, curious.

You flash him the brightest grin. “The most difficult part about climbing a tree is figuring out how to get down.” You say in one breath before pushing yourself off the branch, jumping to catch another, and swinging your way down. His dumbfounded face now etched into your memory.

“Wait, that's it?! That's your secret?” he exclaims, voice muffled by the distance. “How to get down from a tree? Love, we're 50 feet in the air!”

You know your clever wizard can figure this mystery out once he finds his wit again. You, for one, can’t wait to taste his revenge.

THE END

Notes:

Little Monkey—Ma Lau Jai—is Cantonese. It also refers to someone witty, playful, energetic, and generally a menace.

More Cantonese Tav & Gale: Here

[weolucbasu]

So, @da-proti-toku-grem kind of inspired me to make a lengthy post, sharing some positive vibes across the fandom, listing the reasons why I love each member of Joker Out and why I would go full mom-mode on them and cook for them and bake them gluten-free cookies.

Anyway:

A Joker Out, brain-rot, appreciation post

(members listed in alphabetical order)

Bojan

First up - as someone who had the chance to see them live, he is an insane performer

His ability to enchant the crowd is insane and you can tell really well that he has great acting abilities too

Watched him in Gospod Profesor too, spot on for someone who is a so-called amateur

His singing voice is... amazing to say the least, it feels really unique

Also, the way he talks, the sound of his voice, the words he uses, his pronunciation, if there were awards for talking he would get one

The languages he speaks, I want to study him, linguistically, he is truly a phenomenon

We of course love a bilingual king

He looks like he has his priorities straight

I also respect him so much for how open he is about his mental illness

I might relate to him a bit too much at times whoops

And the fact that he can somehow befriend literally anyone??? Love that

His friendship with Jere is the main one of course

Oh yeah and the fact that he literally helped people who collapsed at their gigs a few times

Bless him, he deserves all the rest he is hopefully getting

Jan

First things first, I have a soft spot for math guys

And the way he talks about math is fascinating (but you still won't get me to like it Jan)

Cat dad???? We absolutely adore Igor and a man loving cats is such a green flag

I know people say he mumbles a bit and it's hard to understand him at times, but idk, he talks nice and slowly, so it's still really easy to understand him

He comes from my home region, so I am very biased haha

Also, every band needs a guitarist with luscious locks

He absolutely owns the colour red, that colour was invented specifically for him

The nose ring suits him so well too, this man KNOWS what fits him

And if that ends up being jackets with nothing underneath when he performs, THEN SO BE IT

I know people call Kris the lesbian icon, but from what I've seen lesbians are very drawn to Jan as well

Oh, and he gives me Klaus from the Umbrella Academy vibes (I blame the hair and the pink boa)

Jure

Holy shit, sunshine in human form????

The most underappreciated one in the band imo

His surname literally means 'cat' and I am so normal that Jan has called him 'muca'

He also comes from my region haha, bias again

He's really good at filming, he actually shot a few things for RTV (national TV station) and edited them as well, god, talent

Also playing drums... I have sang, I have played guitar, played bass, but drums is something I feel like I could NEVER do, so hats off to you

As @da-proti-toku-grem pointed out, THE MOLE ON HIS LIP? weak knees, yes

He also reminds me of a good friend of mine and I vibe with him so much, I feel like I would vibe with Jure as well

I really don't like the fact that drummers tend to get ignored and I just wish there was more Jure performing content

Though I love it how every time, during Novi Val, he comes to the front and hangs with the others

His hair also looks so soft and fluffy aaaaaa

Again, biased but he resembles my bf the most out of everyone so hmmmm

Kris

The baby of the band! (and the only one in the band I could actually call 'mulc')

In case you didn't know yet, he's half Dutch

And he speaks Dutch, which, as someone who speaks Dutch (in theory, not in practice) makes me really happy

I wish to study him linguistically as well

Also his parents' story feels very close to me, as I'm dating outside of my culture as well

According to him he was menace as a kid and I think we should normalise the fact that you can become a better person as you grow up

But pls don't honk at me on the road Kris, pls, I will cry

The songs he wrote??? NGVOT and Vse kar vem??? Oh boy, I love them, adore them

His holey sweaters are also a vibe

Dutch fans, if you don't shower him and the rest of the band with gifts at their Dutch concerts, I will be mad

Also gotta honorably mention Maks

They gotta be my fav nepo-but-not-really babies out there

Kinda like Maya Hawke?

I am ranting

He also looks like the only member of the band that I would fight, and idk why

Also, I must know if he supports Max Verstappen haha

Minus points for chemistry though, I cannot with that

Nace

Okay everyone

Here we go

We have reached my beloved

I love all of them, but Nace just a bit more

It was love at first sight, I cannot lie

I have a soft spot for bassists and he might actually convince me to try and play bass again

He has been playing it for so long too??? like wow

Oh and of course; THE TATTOOS, BLESSETH BE THE TATTOOS

I will always go feral about his tattoos

At every concert

I know he was the last to join the band but it looks like he fits in so nicely, it's beautiful

Strong mom-codded dad friend vibes

He kinda is the dad of the band haha

And he looks like he gives amazing hugs (lucky all of you who had managed to get one already)

A nice addition to the band

Oh and he's apparently shit at sports which is like... felt

Plus the fact that he wanted to be a vet?

Me too boo, me too, but neither of us is there now

Anway, I'll stop now. In conclusion, this band has my whole heart and they deserve every good thing that happens to them and so much more.

[1-xo-xo-xo-7]

The JLA meets The BatFamily gone wrong. ^^

___

Superman : Good morning, Batman -and Agent A! I see you have brought company-

Batman : Nightwing. Red Hood. Red Robin. Robin. Signal. Spoiler. Orphan. Oracle. There, do your meet and greets. Let's go, Agent A. [Very dramatically flaring his cape before exiting with Agent A]

...

Flash : Wait... Did he just call her an orphan-?!

___

Wonder Woman : Hello, children of Batman! I am-

Red Hood : Wonder Woman.

Wonder Woman : Ah, I see you already know who I am. Now, I would just like to give my appreciation for agreeing to meet up with us, I know you all have a very hectic schedule-

Red Hood : Wonder Woman.

Wonder Woman : Yes. That is I, my boy. [Is smiling like a ray of sunshine, regally standing with her hands to her hips, and a flutter of her midnight hair]

Red Hood : Wonder Woman.

Nightwing : Please, excuse him. He died once, it's gotten to him.

Flash : WHAT?!

___

Flash : Sooooo... Hi.

Red Robin : [Is practically like a zombie with his eye bags and coffee-stained mouth, nevermind he just got shot but it isn't really relevant right now] Hi.

Flash : Are you ok?

Red Robin : Peachy.

___

Green Lantern :...

Robin :...

Green Lantern : You're scary.

Robin : Good.

___

Aquaman : [Is actually having a great time chatting with Signal, just yapping about his knowledge about different sea creatures before-]

Signal : Can skinwalkers shift into sea creatures too? Since, it is confirmed merpeople are real. [Is looking up at him with eyes filled with genuine and innocent curiosity]

Aquaman : Uh... Uhm, I guess?...

___

Martian Manhunter : *Please... Stop. Speaking...* [ Is about to combust after having to hear about Spoiler's 30th recounting of her latest fight with a goony]

Spoiler : And so I suffocated him with my cape! You can't blame me Mr. Martian Manhunter! I'm just a girl and he was about to hit me with a BAT! Do you get my joke? But seriously, he WAS about to hit me with a bat and-

Martian Manhunter :... I am happy for your victory, Miss Spoiler. [Is practically close to a brain aneurysm]

Spoiler : Awwwww! How sweet, Mr. Martian Manhunter! But you can just call me Spoiler. Anyways-

Martian Manhunter : T<T *Stooooop...*

___

Flash : So, you're not really an orphan? You're just NAMED Orphan?

Orphan : Sure.

Flash : Ha. Ha. Ha. Haaaaa...

___

Green Lantern : So, what's your favorite color?

Orphan : Triangle.

Green Lantern :...

___

Superman : Hello, Nightwing. I am glad to see you again.

Nightwing : Hey, Supes! And me too you.

Superman : Oh, where's Oracle? Wasn't she just here?

Nightwing : That was a hologram. She's with Robin now.

Superman :... [Tweaking...] What?

Nightwing : She's with Robin-

Superman : She was a HOLOGRAM? [He didn't even NOTICE she was a hologram despite him being SUPERMAN]

___

Wonder Woman : I must say, Robin, it is quite rude to not acknowledge a friend who is right in front of you.

Robin : Are you a friend? No. No, you're not. [Is continuing to play online checkers with Oracle on his IPad]

Red Hood : YOU LITTLE SHIT! DON'T TALK TO WONDER WOMAN LIKE THAT-! [Is getting held back by both Nightwing and Red Robin]

___

Red Hood :...

Red Robin :...

Nightwing :...

Red Robin : How?

Nightwing : I don't know, Little Wing.

Red Hood :... [Grumbling] That's unfair...

Robin : [Is being held by Wonder Woman as she snuggles on his head of spiky black but, surprisingly, soft hair, now playing online chess with Oracle] I command you to stop.

Wonder Woman : Aren't you cute, My Little Prince? [Is chuckling, fondly]

Oracle : Your move, Little Prince. [Is, most definitely, smirking in delight at Robin's current predicament]

Robin : Hmph! [Is very much scowling and unamused]

___

Pennyworth : Master Bruce, you are quite cunning.

Bruce : Admit it, Alfred. A day without my children making chaos left and right, is a day filled with rest and relaxation. [Having a spa day and is currently sun-bathing by his football court-length pool]

Pennyworth : Hm. [Is playing golf with his specially made golf clubs and golf balls implemented with an 'A'] Do you want to play with me after your sunbathe, Master Bruce?

Bruce : Sure, Alfred.

___

Basically, Bruce made The JLA babysit his already grown children and I'm here for it. ^^

Btw,

Green Lantern : So, what's your favorite color?

Orphan : Triangle.

Green Lantern :...

This bit was from a JLA meets BatFam Fic on AO3 but I forgot what. T-T

I've read too much fics I can't differentiate anymore...

[i-heart-yellowstone]

14 - The Old Gang

Part 15

Raised Fair Share of Hell

Tag list @bvbwestfall @hcwthewestwaswcn @child-of-of-the-sunshine @elenavampire21 @keep-the-wolves-close @kmc1989 @tallrock35

Beth and I walked inside the bar immediately going up to buy drinks and just talk.  Taking a long drink from my beer before I sat the bottle down before my sister in law sent me a very serious look across her face.  “We need to talk about the people coming after your and my family's land.  Like it or not we all have to fight these invaders together.” 

“I agree but we need to include my sister in our conversations.” Nodding my head I knew she would fight like hell as possible. 

The bar door opened where I heard someone walking up behind me and covering my eyes where I went to elbow the person until I recognized the cheeky laugh.  “Sure been a while since I’ve seen you around here, Bonnie.”

“Evan Hunter, I can’t believe you’re still wearing the same Guns and Roses tea shirt from freshman year of high school.” I snorted out a laugh knowing he loved the band. 

Evan lowered his head ruffling my hair.  “You know I still love the band even if they ain’t current.” 

“What no hug for your old buddy?” Jake, one of Kayce’s childhood friends, came up to me carrying a beer in his hand. 

Throwing my arms around him in a hug I laughed again at his chest, happy to see him again.  “Hey Jake, ohh.  It’s good to see you.” 

“Hey Jake, I got the pool table all set up - Alissa?” Jake and I both turned our heads where I saw Kayce grab his former navy buddies shoulder until he noticed me standing there. 

I snapped sharply back at my father’s daughter. “What are you doing here?” 

“I'm here to play pool and drink beer with my friends.  I didn’t think you’d be here.” Kayce shrugged his shoulders in response. 

Rolling my eyes I pushed my way past him grabbing one of the pool sticks.  Leaning downward on the green table I got ready to shoot my shot but the father of my child sat his beer bottle in front of the tip of my pool stick.  “Seriously Kayce!” 

“I wanna talk to you.” He responded. 

Straightening my back I hit the end of the pool stick on the floor.  “Oh really cause I thought you told me to get out of your house after we had our fight.” 

“You got all bent out of shape when I told you I saw you with Ryan, remember.” 

Giving him the middle finger I got up in his face where our noses touched one another.  “You had no right to spy on us.  What I do with my life is my business!” 

“I’m still a part of your life regardless of how you feel about me.  We have a daughter together too.” 

Ewan slapped his hand on each of our shoulders changing the conversation back to the game.  “Hey, how about we start that pool game huh?” And so that’s exactly what we did: it was me and Jake against Kacey and Ewan.  Kayce and I were tied up. 

“Okay Kayce, it’s just you and Lissa.  Clutch time, man.  It’s just the state playoffs.  We’re down by six.  Eight seconds to go.  We need a 52 yard bomb!” Jake raised his fist in the air causing everyone in the crowd to cheer with him.  He glanced over in my direction where I was finishing a shot in my hands.  “Do you remember that, Lissa?” 

Sitting my glass down on the bar table I shifted my gaze to my best friend.  “Sure do cause that’s the night Kayce got me pregnant.” 

“Why don’t you go public with that shit.” 

Slowly walking up to him I pushed hair away that had fallen in front of my face.  “Oh please it’s not like anybody at this bar didn’t already know that.  I mean we all know he knocked up another girl he barely knew a few months after that when he got drunk at a bonfire-“ 

“Don’t you think that I have regretted that mistake every day of my life!” Kayce cut me off sharply. 

“It doesn’t seem that you care, Dutton.  Otherwise you would have stopped seeing her.” I snapped back at him sharply. 

Kayce dropped his pool stick on the floor stomping up to get inside my face with our noses pressed against one another.  “Oh like you mean like I should just get over the fact that you slept with another guy behind my back.” 

“It’s called a hook up, Kayce!” 

He shouted back at me.  “That doesn’t change the fact that you said you didn’t love me anymore.” 

“Hey, why don’t you just back off of her.” Ryan came over to us gently shoving the father of my child away from me. 

Kayce glared at turning his hands into fists, before he pushed him nearly into the nearest bar table.  “Stay out of this, ranch hand.” 

Ryan got to his feet swinging a fist at him yet he dodged it.  The two boys went back and forth trying to throw a punch at the other.  Ryan got some in good hits but he did manage to drop Kayce on the ground once or twice but he didn’t back down from the fight. 

I ran putting myself in front of Ryan so he didn’t get another punch raising my voice in defense. “Don’t put your hands on him - Ugg!” Kayce raised his fist up accidentally knocking me straight in the nose where I collapsed down onto my back on the bar floor.   Holding my nose I noticed some blood before the bar owner grabbed him by his shoulder dragging him towards the door. 

Ryan helped me up from the floor, not seeing some police officers coming in our direction until I caught sight of one of them take out handcuffs.  “Can I help you, officers?” 

“You’re under arrest, Alissa Dutton.” I recognize Sheriff Haskell stepping around the two officers and holding the handcuffs. 

Knitting my brows together I asked.  “Wait what.  What have I done?” 

“You took a swing at the Livestock Commissioner's son.” 

Dropping my hands down at my sides I rolled my eyes in disbelief.  “Come on, Haskell.  It was in self defense and I didn’t even actually hit him.” 

“I’m still taking you in.  And remember I can still charge you and Kayce for blowing up the old water tower.” The sheriff grabbed my shoulder, spinning me around and slapping handcuffs on my twisted arms that were pinned around my back.   The police department was convinced to drop the charges after John had a long conversation with his friend.  

Ryan called out my name with Beth running outside watching me get shoved into the backseat of the police car.  “Alissa!” 

“Beth, call my sister.” 

She nodded with a stern look on her face.  “I’ll get the charges dropped don’t you worry.” The car door shut in my face and we drove to the department where I spent a night in a small cell. 

Rubbing my eyes I woke up the next morning after hearing somebody else groaning loudly waking me up.  Pushing myself to sit up some against the stone wall I blinked the sleep from my eyes recognizing a black Cowboy laying at my feet.  Trailing my eyes upward I growled in annoyance.  “Kayce John Dutton, what the hell are you doing in my cell?” 

“I have no idea.” Kayce groaned, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. 

Not a moment later the cell block door opened where a guard stepped inside and I saw my sister coming in behind him.  Scrambling to my feet I gently grabbed the bars staring at her when she stood directly in front of me.  “Alana, pay my bail and get me out of here.” 

“I can’t do that, sis.” She responded. 

Knitting my brows I didn’t understand what she meant.  “Look tell daddy I’ll pay him back for this.  Just please get me out of here.” 

“That doesn’t matter.  You’re still not getting out, not until you two settle whatever is going on between you two.” She waved her finger at me and then over to Kayce who had gotten up from the stone floor. 

Kayce came to stand slightly behind me, holding his cowboy hat in his hand figuring out what I hadn’t.  “You locked us up in here.” 

“Let us out right now.” I growled in the guards direction. 

He shook his head no where. He and my sister simply left the cell hallway.  “I’ll let you out when she provides me the bail money.” My mouth fell opened and I remained standing there almost frozen over what my sister had just done to us.  

[silly-l1ttle-guy]

Head Over Heels

i got bored

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"Giogio... get out of bed..." Fugo sighed, trying to push Giorno off him. "You have a meeting in two hours..."

Giorno simply groaned and clung tighter to his boyfriend. He really didn't want to get out of bed. He always hated mornings, which is ironic, considering that his name quite literally translates to the word day.

"I stayed up till 2am last night, let me sleep," the blond mumbled, yawning as if to emphasize his point.

He did have a healthy sleeping schedule at one point, but it quickly fell apart once he took over as the Don.

"C'mon, goldilocks, you need to get ready," Fugo said tiredly as he sat up, which also forced Giorno to sit up.

"Pannaaaa..." this guy really didn't want to get up, and he expressed this by whining to his lover until the latter pushed him of the bed, which definitely woke him up.

Giorno immediately shot up, whipping his head around to stare at Fugo with the most offended expression the red eyed boy had ever seen, which caused him to immediately burst out laughing.

"C-come on, amore mio! Don't be dramatic!" Fugo said between laughs, as Giorno stood up and turned away, crossing his arms.

"I cannot believe you," he huffed, pouting as Fugo laughed his ass off behind him.

Moments after, however, Giorno seemed to give up the offended act and his pout cracked into a grin. The boy giggled and hopped back onto the bed, sitting in front of Fugo and holding the Italian's head in his hands.

"You're so cute, cutie pie~," he teased his lover affectionately, before placing a chaste kiss to his lips.

Fugo grinned wildly and wrapped his arms around his neck. "You've got it all wrong, pretty boy, you're the cute one here!"

Giorno laughed and kissed his pale lover again, who quickly reciprocated the kiss.

"I love you, Panna," the green eyed blond said softly, resting his forehead against Fugo's as they both pulled away from the kiss.

"And I love you too, my Giogio," the albino closed his eyes, just sitting there in his lover's embrace for a moment to appreciate him.

The cute moment was then promptly cut off by Mista bursting into room and almost tripping over one of the books lying on the floor.

"WAKE UP SLEEPYHEADS!! IT'S MORN-" Mista immediately cut himself off, as he saw the two teens turn to glare at him. Giorno was visibly playing with Fugo's hair to make sure he doesn't let his anger take control of him.

Mista, with a slightly scared-for-his-life expression, chose the smart idea and slowly backed out of the room, closing the door behind him.

Giorno sighed and turned back to Fugo, smiling at him. "I'll go get ready for that meeting, thanks for waking me up."

The white haired boy smiled and kissed his boyfriend's cheek, before letting go of him. "You're welcome, sunshine. I love you."

"I love you too, baby," Giorno kissed his forehead, before getting off the bed to go get himself ready for the day.

Fugo also got out of bed, deciding to water Giorno's plants for him and feed all the animals that Giorno insists on having. Some of them he created, but most of them are just strays he picked up off the streets.

It almost reminded him of how Bucciarati took him in off the streets, in a way. Fugo smiled solemnly at the memory of Bucciarati, before wiping his eyes and watering the plants.

About an hour or so later, whilst Fugo was playing the piano, Giorno entered the room and walked over to him. "I have to go now, I love you."

Giorno kissed the top of his head and quickly left, with Mista trailing out after him. Fugo sighed and smiled, taking his hands off of the keys to feel his face, which was warm and blushing. He was head over heels for that boy, that was for sure.

As Giorno left, a small, black dog ran up to Fugo, yapping excitedly.

Fugo chuckled and pet the dog, which was lovingly named Citrus, because Giorno gave it part of the orange he was eating when they had found the poor little thing on the streets.

Citrus jumped up onto the stool Fugo was sitting on, looking up at him and wagging his little tail happily. What Fugo really took notice of was the dog's eyes, however.

They were purple, and they looked just like Narancia's.

[kanerallels]

Kanera + Wild West AU

(One of the only AUs I ever made for them!)

That is honestly such an IMMACULATE vibe and I love the concept of it! Here's my take:

Dusting off his hands, Kanan surveyed the wreckage of the bar with what was probably too much satisfaction. Still, there was nothing like a good bar fight— not that he’d admit that to Sabine, since he was supposed to be encouraging her to stop causing problems like this. 

There was a click behind him, and Kanan’s blood ran cold. He knew the sound of a pistol being cocked— and he knew he didn’t have enough time to stop the man behind him. Really? After everything, this is it? He thought with a twinge of annoyance, of all things.

And then there was a crash and a cut off yelp, and Kanan found himself surprisingly not dead. He spun around to see the man with the gun on the floor, surrounded by the shattered pieces of a barstool. Standing over him was a woman with piercing green eyes and dark skin. Her hair was twisted back into braids, and she wore a simple shirt and divided skirt, nothing fancy. That did nothing to detract from her beauty, however, and the fact she was clearly the one who’d just saved his life definitely added to that.

Kanan was opening his mouth to thank her (and possibly say something charming. It had been a while since he had flirted, so he was a little rusty, but he figured he’d give it a shot) but she spoke first. “You’re Mr. Jarrus, the hired gun?”

And that voice… it was warm sunshine on a chilly day and the first chords of a piano in a church. It was the singing of the birds when you’re out on a ride and the day is beautiful and everything seems just about perfect, and Kanan was pretty sure he had just fallen in love.

Realizing that he was staring, he hastily shut his mouth and said, “Uh, yeah. That’s me.”

“Good,” the woman said briskly. “I’m Hera Syndulla, and I have a business proposition for you.”

“Well, then we’d better talk,” Kanan said, glancing around for an undestroyed table. Though if he was being really honest, he already had a feeling he’d follow this woman wherever she wanted to go.

[devinescribe]

Your Girl?

Ch.8 of “My Sunshine” [Treechxreader]

Warnings: cursing and that’s about it tbh 😭

Sejanus left you at your house, and you quickly ran to shower. Your father was out on business so it was quiet.

The hot water felt like heaven on your skin. You scrubbed the dried blood and dirt from your face, washing your hair.

“Sunshine~”

Your eyes shot open and you pulled back the curtain, expecting to see the one person you longed for outside.

“Oh great I’m going insane… ugh I hate this,” you mumbled.

Once you finished your everything shower, you stepped out, grabbing a fluffy green towel. It was your favorite color. It was everywhere without being overwhelming. Your curtains and bed spread were dark green. You had, albeit crudely, drawn some leaves on the window frame.

You dried yourself off, and put some vanilla scented lotion on yourself.

After, you slipped on your robe, doing your hair.

Deciding it was too much trouble to actually style it too much, you left it in its natural (curly, wavy straight) state.

You grabbed a dress out of your closet, not wanting to go in your academy rouges. Of course, a dark green dress with a flared skirt. At the bottom was small little leaf and bird embroidery. The top was a sweetheart neckline and it had puffy poet sleeves. Perfect.

You slipped it on. It reached your knees, so it was an appropriate length for the occasion. Not formal, but also not inappropriately short. If you were going elsewhere… like when you and Sejanus snuck to one of the bars in town… you would wear a shorter dress.

You smiled reminiscing about the stupid memory. You refused to drink, but Sejanus had one sip of beer and threw it up.

Finally being dressed, you applied some lip gloss and smiled at your reflection. Absolutely stunning if you did say so yourself. You looked at the time and cursed.

You had about 40 minutes. It would take you 15 to get there. You huffed, spraying some vanilla and lavender perfume, put on some flats, and took a pair of heels in your hand.

When you got there, you saw the tributes were either talking with their mentors or held by a peacekeeper. You looked in the dark backstage until your eyes landed on him.

You speedily walked over, showing your student ID to the guard before taking him to the back in a corner.

“He-“

“Are you alright? I’m sorry I couldn’t go see you sooner, I heard about the vet how fucking stupid, you got stitches did it-“

“Hey, I’m ok. Calm down,” he whispered, his hands squeezing your shoulders.

You looked down. Tonight would be the last night you got before the games.

It hadn’t really sunk in that your best friend wasn’t in the Capitol for a vacation or a visit. He was here because his name was drawn in the reaping to play in the Hunger Games. A ‘game’ where kids killed other kids in order to survive.

Tears filled your eyes. Through the darkness of the backstage, he could still see your tears.

“Hey, don’t cry. You’ll mess up that pretty face of yours,” he joked, wiping your tears. “You have to help me win the Capitol over tonight, and I can’t do that if people think I make you cry now can I?”

You sat down on a chair and nodded.

“Everyone is doing something different. Some are going to show off how powerful their tributes are. Some how dangerous. Some, like Wovey’s mentor, are going for the feelings angle. We will see what Flickerman sets us up with,” you explained, drying off your tears again.

You began to take your flats off, and were about to put your heels on, before they were taken out of your hands.

“Hey what gives-“

“Let me do this. Please,” he mumbled as he kneeled down on the floor in front of you.

This was so so different than all those times he had offered to tie your shoes when you were kids.

—-

“I’ll help you,” he said with a grin.

You sat on the swing, and pouted. While you appreciated his help, the utter embarrassment of not knowing how to tie your shoes at six was enough to make you hate it.

“You don’t have to be upset about it. We can all do different things. You can read big books, I can tie shoes. You help me read, I help you tie,” he said with the biggest smile you had ever seen.

Although he was a good reader, he’d rather have you read to him.

You launched yourself off of the swing and hugged him.

“Thank you.”

——

“Sunshine, please?”

How could you say no to those pretty begging eyes?

“Fine…” you said, trying to hide the blush that had just taken over your face.

He gently grabbed your leg, softly pulling the heels onto your foot. He fixed the strap, and smiled up at you.

“There…. All done,” he whispered.

You looked down at him and felt your face burning up even more. Now would be a great time to say-

“Alright people, places, we are live in two minutes!”

You groaned.

Treech laughed, and stood up, offering his hand, which you happily took.

Most of the tributes had talked up their skills with weapons. The younger one of course, were played up as being sweet. Lamina went out with Pup, and you were left in the wings. His hand found yours and squeezed it nervously.

“Well, Lamina, I’m sure we are all wondering… after Treech left you for the pack, how did you feel?” Flickerman asked.

You felt Treech look down. He felt guilty.

“Well… I…”

“She was hurt, betrayed, and just so distraught. Wouldn’t stop crying.”

Lamina looked to Pup with confusion written all over her face as if that wasn’t what they had talked about.

“He’s tryin’ to make you look bad. You’re already a Capitol favorite…” you whispered.

The rest of the two minutes went by quickly and you were brought on stage. You both sat on the plush couch and you smiled at the audience then at Cesar Flickerman.

“Well hello there Ms. (L/N), Treech. Now, I wish I could ask all about you, but you only have two minutes, so, the question that has been burning in the Capitol’s mind is: do you have a girl back home? A special sweetheart?”

Treech looked to the audience and slightly glanced at you.

“Well… no. I mean, she ain’t at home, but she wishes she were. And she’s not mine… yet. I mean, there’s not much I can do but hope that I can get back. Even in the games, she’ll be my lucky charm,” he said pulling out the necklace with your grandmother’s ring on it, sort of showing it off. “But I… I hope that I can get back to my sunshine. I’d crawl home to her if that’s what it took,” he said.

The crowd awed and gasped.

“Wait, she isn’t back home, but wishes she were? What does that mean? Where is she?”

“She’s… right here,” he responded, looking down at you, his hand finding yours.

Your eyes widened as you looked up at him.

The crowd gasped, a murmuring beginning to spread through them.

“Well ladies and gentlemen that’s all the time we have for these two. I really wish I could chat more, but off the stage you go!”

You shook Cesar’s hand and left.

Treech was behind you, and when you were off stage you wanted to talk to him.

Had he meant all that? Or was it just playing it up to the Capitol?

You tried to find him, but then noticed only the mentors remained back stage.

“Tributes got taken back to the zoo as soon as they got off the stage,” Sejanus whispered to you.

You jumped at hearing his voice. Even though his tribute was missing, running through the streets of the Capitol, he was still here.

You let out a sigh of relief.

“Told ya he was head over heels for you,” Sejanus laughed.

The rest of the tributes went and it was finally the last one. Lucy Gray.

She and Coriolanus stepped onto the stage. Her cheeks and lips looked decorated, and her rainbow dress was even more bright. She had a beautiful wooden guitar in her arms.

You looked at Coriolanus and saw what he had done. After the bombing, Tigress and him must have washed the dress. Then her lips and cheeks must have had some of Tigress’s rouge. You recognized the shade.

He was extremely smart.

Lucy Gray stepped up to the microphone and began to play her guitar and sing.

By the end of her song you were in tears, leaning on Sejanus.

The crowd cheered wildly, people were crying and everything.

You ran to her as she got off stage before the peacekeepers could get her.

“Oh Lucy Gray that was just… beautiful,” you sniffled, grabbing her hands.

“You really think so?” She asked with a small smile.

“Of course.”

——

It was late into the night when you sneaked into the zoo.

There was not many peacekeepers at this time of night. And those who were there fell asleep.

You crouched down next to the bars and whispered his name.

His head shot up and he looked around before coming over to the bars, his hands grabbing yours. They were warm compared to yours. You were always cold.

“Treech I-… I need to ask ya somethin’…” you stammered out. You didn’t know what would be worse. Him saying he was just playing it up or him saying he was serious.

“Go right ahead sunshine,” he whispered.

“Everythin’ you said tonight…. Did you mean it? Or was it just for show? Because I… I can’t live with this secret anymore. I’ve loved you since we were kids, it just took me way too long to realize it, and I can’t keep writing stupid love poems and letters you’ll never see… So… did you mean it?” You whispered, looking into him eyes with a blush on your face.

“Of course I meant it. I wouldn’t lie to you sunshine. I’ve loved you since we first met… obviously that was puppy love but I-i… couldn’t ever get you out of my head,” he whispered back, one of his hands gently grabbing your face to make you look at him. “I mean, when I told you not to come that one night? It was because I was jealous of Sejanus… the way he touched you…but he told me you didn’t shut up about me… and yeah I guess I’ve always been jealous, but I couldn’t say anything… but yeah. It’s all true. All of it,” he rambled, his eyes looking down towards your lips and back to your eyes.

Your face felt so hot you were sure your blush was visible.

He leaned in and stopped just before your lips met his.

“Is this alright with you?” He asked softly.

You nodded and pulled him in.

“Needy thing ain’t you? Still haven’t learned to be patient?” He teased.

“Oh for- shut up and kiss me,” you hissed.

“Your wish is my command darlin’…” he mumbled before pressing his lips against yours.

His lips were slightly chapped, a contrast to your smooth lips with cherry gloss on them. He couldn’t get enough. Your lips were sweet and soft. And you tasted so sweet, he couldn’t get enough, you would have him addicted to you just from one kiss.

But he slowly pulled away. You looked up at him and smiled, a hand going to cup his cheek. He leaned into it.

“Come back to me… please, I need you,” you whispered, leaning your head on the bars.

He did the same.

“I will… but there’s no place for me here in the Capitol. I’ll have to go back home.”

“I’ll go with you,” you said quickly.

“Sunshine, I’d never ask that you leave what you have here-“

“I have nothin’ here. Sej and Coryo? Father’s barely home and Ma is barely human anymore. Sej and Coryo can visit. I will go home with you.”

He looked in shock as you said that.

“If that’s what you want… I’d be thrilled,” he mumbled with a smile.

“Then it’s settled. I’m goin’ back home with you when you win,” you whispered.

You pressed your lips against his softly once more.

“Yeah… I’m gettin out of there because I have years of kisses to catch up on…” he mumbled against your lips.

You heard some of the guards stirring and got up.

“Good luck, I’ll be watching every second. You won’t die.”

He smiled and gave your hand a kiss before you slipped off into the dark night.

[lunaraindrop]

The Lie Becomes the Truth- A Steddie Fic (Part 4)

Link to Part 3

At some point, Steve was going to have to get used to embarrassing himself.

While Robin was always kind enough to remind him that he sucked when he struck out with the ladies, Steve was a jock.

He was strong.

He was handsome

.

He had good hand-eye coordination, a wiz with his nailbat, and could beat up a Russian asshole with a phone.

Not too shabby, if he did say so himself. (Which he *did*, thank you very much Robin and Dustin.)

From the movies they played in Family Video, Steve had seen many action heroes saving the day. They would get shot, stabbed, blown up even, and still save the day.

So. Eddie was not some dainty damsel, and Steve, while being a strong, handsome former jock, was no action hero from a movie. After taking a few steps, Steve nearly fell over.

Right. He was injured too. Shit.

After some rearranging, Steve ended up with a new Eddie backpack. Or as Dustin liked to call it, Eddie was riding “Yoda-Style”.

Steve kept to himself just how much he didn’t think Eddie looked like a Muppet.

(Steve would tell Robin later, much later, that it is possible to crush on a musician that doesn’t look like they were created by Jim Henson. She flipped him off. It was great.)

Something else Steve learned? His piggyback companion didn’t think of him as that safe Shire place.

He couldn’t feel upset about that, because he found out that he was something far, far greate than a place.

He, Steve, was the Samwis!

Actually, that was a bit confusing. Eddie had said, “Samwis”. Dustin said the character Eddie was asking for was named “Samwise”.

That wasn’t what Eddie was calling him.

A plus on Eddie being pressed up tight against his back, (besides the obvious), was that Eddie’s words were clearer. No more garbled half sounds. Being off the ground made the metal head also more of his chatty self.

Still delirious as fuck, but at least they could understand the words coming out of his mouth.

Even if they did make Steve blush. He was confused as shit, but well…

How was he supposed to react when these things were crooned in his ear?

“Oh Stevewise. My gardener. My paladin. My fluffy haired knight. You water my flowers, tend my hedges, fight off Shelob…carrying me outta Mordor.”

Dustin kept looking over, furrowed brow, as he limped between his Nancy and Robin crutches.

Steve knew that look.

The little shit was contemplating.

Gears were working overtime in Dustin’s head, trying to make a picture out these random puzzle pieces he thought Eddie was giving them.

To be honest, there were gears turning in Steve head, too. (It was easier to focus on that than the pain in his sides or how only a few minutes before Eddie was….how *Steve* was a liar.)

He knew what a knight was, easy. He knew his hair had incredible volume. But the rest of that? What the fuck? Were those from that book his likes? From the *Dorks and Disasters* game? Was he speaking in code?

And most importantly…how the hell did Eddie know he liked to garden?!

Eddie didn’t have much of a yard at the trailer park, but he had brought some flower pots over to Max’s to brighten the place. But how did Eddie know he grew them?

Something warm was filling is chest, like liquid sunshine.

If Eddie wanted him to be his gardener, he would be the best god damn gardener Eddie had ever seen. What little lawn he had would be trimmed and green. He would keep Eddie’s house full of flowers every week. He and his uncle would drown in fresh vegetables. Forget the farmer’s market. *Steve’s* their farmer’s market, baby.

It was when they entered the trailer that Eddie’s chatter took a despondent turn.

As Steve put his precious, heavy load on the couch, Eddie…sang.

Steve didn't pay very much attention in school. But he did remember something about ocean sirens using beautiful singing to hypnotizing sailors to drown themselves, or something like that.

Yeah. If Eddie was a siren, then Steve would be drowning.

It wasn’t some heavy metal ballad, like most might expect. No. It was all the words he has brushed the shell of Steve’s ear, plus more, put to song. Steve was pretty impressed. Eddie was some fucking musician, making a song on the spot with all that blood loss and being nearly unconscious. But unlike how happy the words made Steve before, these were…sad.

"Oh Stevewise. My gardener. My paladin. My fluffy haired knight.

You water my flowers, tend my hedges, fight off strange things in the night.

You carry me out of Mordor, Safe, Mount Doom a distant shore

But you'll go back to the Shire, marry Rosie. And I...I’ll go West with the Elves, forevemore"

Dustin’s head snapped towards Eddie. His genius gears stopped turning. There was an epiphany. One completely lost to Steve. Completely lost to Nancy too, it seemed.

But not to Robin.

Despite him knowing for a fact that Robin didn’t play D&D or read that book (he asked, okay?), she knew a thing to two about music. Where Dustin got some secret code in he words, Robin heard something n the notes.

Something that made her cry and cover he mouth.

Nancy had turned to her and ask what was going on, but she just shook her head.

“It isn’t my place to tell.”

Dustin turned to her, looking so sad and lost, before he limped over and gently hugged Eddie.

“Oh Eddie…that isn’t how the story has to end! Frodo doesn’t have to go into the West. We love you. I love you! Your family loves you! Stay with us.”

Wait a fucking second. Was Eddie talking about…dying?! Again?!

Not on Steve’s watch!

Frantic, Steve gripped Eddie face. His eyes were still closed, so Steve got in close.

“Listen here, Munson! Stay AWAY from any fucking lights at the end of tunnels, okay? No walking West, or any shit, okay? Plus, ah…”

Eddie had talked Elves, right?

“Plus, the Elves are dipshit asshole...”

What was something Eddie hated?

Steve’s eyes lit up.

He knew this!

He slapped his hands and snapped his fingers.

“JOCKS! The Elves are total Jocks!”

Robin, bless their shared brain cell, picked up what he was putting down. “Yeah! And not the nice, dumb kind! Jason Carver? Totally a zealot, child hurting, friends-of-Dorothy-hating Elf!”

Eddie wrinkled his nose. “Eww.”

Smiling, Dustin jumped back in. “The West is full of Jason Carver Elves! Don't go towards any lights! Stay in the Shire. Your uncle is in the Shire.”

“Wayne?”

Steve put some curls behind his ears.

“Yeah. Wayne’s waiting in-in the Shire. Why don’t we go say hello?”

While the three of them were talking Eddie out of his dark mood, Nancy had used the time to fashion a new rope out of towels from the bathroom, and even a makeshift seat out of Eddie’s guitar strap. Somehow, big brains Nancy made the rope twice as long, and developed a pulley system with a towel rack, a floor lamp, and a plastic wheel-thingie with wrapped black cable that must have been from Wayne Munson’s job.

Jesus, sometimes Steve wondered if that woman was a female McGyver. How did she end up with an idiot like him, again?

Going as carefully as possible, Nancy crawled through first. Dustin was next, put into the guitar strap and towel seat. Nancy repositioned the mattress. Robin helped Dustin up as he climbed with Steve pulling on the rope. Hands were going bloody and raw from the terrycloth, Steve grunted and smiled when Dustin made it to the other side.

It was time for Eddie.

Unlike Dustin, Eddie wasn’t able to sit upright. He needed to be wrapped tightly in a blanket, while in the seat, and secured with some of the cables before they could pulley him through.

Gingerly laying him on the floor, Eddie started speaking again.

“Shire Time?”

Checking the belt already around his body, Robin answered back.

“We need to make you an Eddie burrito, but yes! We’ll get you to the Shire, then the hobbit hospital for magical stiches and rabies shots. How does that sound?”

Steve lifted Eddie as best as he could, and placed him in on the blanket. Something was still troubling Eddie, Steve could tell. As he and Robin wrapped him up (with “helpful” instructions from both Dustin and Nancy, Jesus), asked him what was wrong.

“But what about Rosie?”

Steve remembered him calling Nancy a flower, but he started to think that maybe even that had to do with that book too. That song of Eddie’s had him-Sam-Stevewise-whoever the fuck he was marrying this Rosie.

And that? Yeah, no.

He couldn’t let Eddie think that.

After all, he was Eddie’s gardener. And secretly damn proud of it.

Man, Steve really needed to read more.

A scary thought crossed his mind.

What if Eddie was so out of it that he *wasn’t* his gardener? What if the Samwis guy was a gardener, and Eddie was just reliving his favorite book while his mind was checked out?

“Hey, Eddie?”

In his cocoon, Eddie’s head lulled towards the sound of Steve’s voice.

“Yeah?”

“Do you know who I am? Like, really?”

Robin looked at him, curious and concerned.

“Steve, he’s lost a lot of blood, maybe don’t-“

“Steeeeve Harrington.”

Steve smiled, while Robin looked, nervous? Huh?

“Okay, yes, you’re right! I’m Steve.”

“Stevewise, the Gardener.”

“Steve’s not-“

Steve interupted Robin.

“Yes, I do like to garden.”

Robin raised an eyebrow.

“You do?”

“Who do you think takes care of the plants at my house?”

“I don’t know, a gardener?”

“Yes, that would be me!”

“I meant a hired gardener! Your parents pay for scented toilet paper and fancy stinky cheeses! I didn’t know!”

“Any time, guys!” Dustin yelled from the ceiling hole.

“Tone, Merry!” Eddie spoke back.

Steve got close to Eddie’s face, sweeping his hair behind his neck.

“See, this is why I asked. You called him Mary. Do you know who that is?”

“That’s…Dustin.”

Thank God, Eddie was becoming more lucid.

The two of them hoisted Eddie up. Tying Eddie with the cable to the rope, Robin curiously asked, “And who am I?”

“Robin, the Fool of a Took, of course.”

“I don’t know how to take that.”

Nancy yelled this time. “I think I see an ambulance outside of the windows! Come on!”

An ambulance?! Why the fuck was an ambulance out there?

Steve decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Eddie needed medical attention, and fast.

Steve pointed up, even though Eddie was yet to open his eyes.

“And who was that?”

Something ugly and sad crossed Eddie’s face.

“Rosie.”

“And who is Rosie?”

The next words were not what he was expecting.

“Your wife.”

Not Nancy. Not your ex. Not “The girl I think you will marry.” No.

Your wife.

Robin and Dustin were silent. Nancy?

Mortified.

There was a time when Nancy appearing near dread at the idea of marrying Steve would have hurt him. Deeply. But that was a long time ago. Things changed. She would always be his first love.

But she was no longer going to be his last.

Locking eyes with her, Nancy’s shock and quiet panic melted into a surprised understanding.

Of course she was going to figure him out. If anyone was going to recognize a Steve in love and with a breaking heart, it would be Nancy Wheeler.

Nancy, doing her good friend Steve a solid squared her shoulders. As Steve pulled the rope, Nancy called up to a rising Eddie.

“Okay, let's get one thing straight. Stevewise isn't marrying Rosie. Or Violet, Petunia, ANY flower, okay? Nobody is marrying flowers, right Steve?”

Pulling harder, feeing the fibers in the cuts of his palms, he agreed.

“That’s right! Stevewise is not marrying Rosie. The only flowers he has are in his garden.”

Robin and Dustin were watching both he and Eddie closely.

Eddie? For obvious reasons.

But Steve? He knew it they were questioning why Steve and Nancy were making it official that they were not getting back together. He knew Dustin thought he was in love with Nancy. Robin too. She went as far as to tell Nancy that they were platonic with a capital P.

That was one of those important capital noun words.

And had he not had the nuggets talk with Nancy?

But now was not the time to tell his best friends that his ex just figured out that he liked guys, and he only wanted the one that nearly died on them.

With one final tug, Eddie Munson was through the portal.

And the rope broke.

[vulpes-fennec]

Look at That Cake (Elucien) 🎁

Summary: A series of fluffy/smutty ACOTAR winter one-shots! 12 stories for the 12 days leading up to Solstice (December 21).

Lucien helps Elain bake some cupcakes on Solstice. Sneak peek of my Secret Santa fanfiction without giving too much away (Gwynriel happening in the background)!

Notes: This one-shot takes place several months after the events of Pumpkin Fields Forever, but can still be read as a stand-alone.

Read: Masterlist | AO3

“Do you need any help?” Lucien asked. 

Elain had excused herself to whip up more dessert, since everybody was craving solid food after drinking copious amounts of wine. 

Most of the evening was spent ogling at Lucien’s chiseled face, the exposed triangle of tanned brown chest, his perky ass, and his muscular thighs from a distance. Elain gone to the kitchen to calm down her pitter-pattering heart. But now, Lucien was leaning casually against the kitchen door, looking like a lord’s rakish son. Well. There went her heart again. 

Despite what Elain thought was a great day at the Velaris Harvest Festival, Lucien hadn’t visited her since. Elain had spent the last few months wondering where he was, recycling her memories of that day over and over, listening intently for any mention of Lucien in the Inner Circle’s conversations. Nothing. 

Where have you been? How are you? What are we? Elain had been dying to ask him when he showed up at the door for the Solstice Party. She shouldn’t care so much, shouldn’t be so interested in a male who was still a stranger, despite the constant presence of their mating bond. 

“You know how to bake?” she found herself asking. 

“No, but I’m quite adept at cooking.” Lucien remained in the doorway, half his face shadowed and the other half apprehensive. “I just…I didn’t want you to be doing everything yourself.” 

“I wouldn’t mind your help.” Elain glanced at his emerald green shirt and creased black pants. “Though you should put on an apron so your clothes don’t get dirty.” The two aprons available were her frilly pink ones. But Lucien donned the apron and swept his long, scarlet hair into a bun without complaint. 

“I am at my lady’s service.” Lucien’s little bow made Elain’s mouth twitch humorously. She always fought the urge to blush whenever Lucien called her his lady. “How do I look?”

If any male could look attractive in a frilly pink apron, it was Lucien. “You look like you’re ready to bake. Start by washing these oranges.” Elain practically shoved the fruits into Lucien’s hand, face heating as she turned away. 

“What are you making?” Elain was studying the cookbook when Lucien peered over her shoulder at the recipe.

“Orange and chocolate cupcakes.” A cup of flour, ¾ cup of sugar…1/2 pound of melted chocolate…gods, did Lucien always smell so good? His tantalizing scent of warm sunshine and sweet apples was distracting her from the numbers. 

“Sounds delicious,” Lucien agreed. He leaned down to examine the recipe, his face nearly cheek-to-cheek with Elain’s. If she turned her head, she could probably kiss him. 

“If I mix the dry ingredients…can you mix the wet ingredients and zest the oranges?” she asked faintly, trying to quell the urge to turn her head. 

“Certainly, my lady,” he affirmed. Admiring Lucien’s nicely shaped ass was inevitable as he collected the necessary ingredients. The apron, slightly too small for his tall frame, made the sculpted lines of his back and chest more pronounced. Elain had never seen Lucien in a domestic setting before, so having him wear her apron left her possessive urges satisfied. Mine, Elain’s instincts proclaimed proudly. Ah, that infernal mating bond. 

Elain tried to pay attention to the dry ingredients, but her eyes were drawn—once again—to Lucien expertly mixing the wet ingredients. Zesting the oranges with ease? Mesmerizing. Cracking an egg with one hand? Amazing. Squeezing a gush of juice from the oranges with the same hand? Drool-inducing.

Cauldron, the oven was not the only thing heating up in the kitchen. 

Elain melted the chocolate and began to lift the heavy bowl of wet ingredients. “Let me help you.” Lucien stepped up beside her, pouring the wet ingredients into the dry bowl as Elain whisked.  

“Thank you,” she murmured, his chest brushing her shoulder and sending a thrill down her body. “Here, you can fold the chocolate into the batter.” Elain handed Lucien a spatula. “Don’t fold too much. We want a swirl pattern in the cupcakes.” 

“Very particular,” Lucien murmured in her ear.  

“It needs to look nice,” she protested. 

“I didn’t know you were such a perfectionist, my lady,” Lucien teased. 

“I am not one to do things half-heartedly.” Elain poured the melted chocolate as Lucien folded the batter carefully. 

“Good.” Lucien’s russet eye glimmered with satisfaction as he glanced down at her. “Because neither am I.” He began pouring the swirled batter into the tins. Elain watched him, marveling at his precision and the lack of spilled batter on the side. �� 

Meanwhile, Lucien’s self-control was slipping by the minute. A proper conversation with his mate had eluded him all night, thanks to her family’s sharp eyes and even sharper ears. He managed to make awkward small talk with Elain, about nonsensical things like the weather and Velaris. 

The mere fact that Elain had given him a present this year had made his night. But when she smiled—smiled—at the small plant he’d gifted her, Lucien felt like taking a victory lap around the icy block of mansions. 

Now, she looked absolutely delicious dressed in a cute pink apron. Cauldron, that apron was going to be the death of him. But he couldn’t just let his desires run amok. Lucien hadn’t spoken to Elain in months, and he wanted to know what she’d been up to. If she ever thought about him.  

Elain was truly in her element: brows furrowing, lip chewing, and earthy brown eyes blazing as she whisked the heavy cream with a frenzy. Not one hair was out of place, not a single smudge of flour on her lilac dress. 

“I’m tired,” she announced after a few minutes, hopping to sit on the counter and handing the half-whipped bowl of frosting to Lucien. 

“Your dress?”

Elain shrugged. “It’ll be alright. Now whisk.” Her normally soft voice was assertive in her kitchen domain. 

Lucien chuckled. “My lady is very bossy. I like that.” Elain blushed, and he could feel her eyes on him as he whisked the frosting efficiently. 

“Alright, now I’m going to add the powdered sugar and chocolate powder to the bowl.” Lucien sent clouds of sugar and chocolate flying into the air when Elain dumped the powders into the cream. 

Elain coughed, waving her hand to disperse the clouds. “Sorry, my lady.”

“It’s alright,” she said between coughs. “I should’ve told you not to stir so quickly. Here, let me do it instead.” As they waited for the cupcakes to finish, Elain sat on the counter, hugging the bowl of frosting in her lap. A few moments of awkward silence passed. 

“I’ve been meaning to ask…how have you been?” 

“I’ve been alright,” she replied quietly. “You know. Velaris is the same as always.” Her brown eyes were sorrowful when she asked, “where were you all these months?” 

So his mate did think of him while he was gone. It pleased Lucien immensely. “Did you miss me?” he smirked. 

Elain blushed, but her pink lips were set in a line. “Answer my question first,” she demanded. 

“Bossy bossy,” Lucien tsked with a smile. “Well, the last few months were unexpectedly busy: taking Vassa and Jurian to the continent for negotiations with the other human queens, reaching out to Tamlin’s former courtiers, keeping tabs on Autumn’s movements.” 

“Oh.” Mild worry etched in Elain’s face. “Make sure…make sure you take time for yourself.” 

Lucien shrugged. “I’m taking time for myself today. Now…did you miss me?” 

Elain scowled and swatted at his arm. “That is very conceited of you.” Lucien arched an eyebrow. “I was open to spending more time with you after the Harvest Festival, but you did not show up to Velaris.” 

“If that is what my lady wants, then I am happy to oblige.” 

“Well, what do you want?” 

A trap. Of course Lucien wanted nothing more than to find passionate love. Wanted his mate to be truly his. But he couldn’t put that pressure on Elain, especially when he hadn’t allowed himself to explore the extent of his feelings for her. She’d avoided him for nearly three years, and though she seemed more receptive to him now, he didn’t want to have his heart crushed again. “I would like to visit Velaris more often. To visit you.” It wasn’t a lie…it just wasn’t the full truth.

“I would also like it if you visited Velaris more often.” There was no hint of deception on Elain’s beautiful face. 

Touch her, smell her, taste her, Lucien’s instincts urged him. Instead he said quietly, “I see you’re wearing the pearl earrings.” The creamy white pearls were lovely on her pointed ears. Lucien hesitantly before tucking a brown lock of hair behind Elain’s ear. To his relief, she did not stiffen or draw back. 

Elain smiled softly and took the box of corn hair clips that she’d gifted him hours earlier from his breast pocket. He knew precisely why she bought hair clips with corn charms: a reference to when they got lost in the corn maze at the Velaris Harvest Festival. “What are you doing?” Lucien asked.

“Seeing how these look on you. I’m wearing your Solstice present, so you should wear mine.” Lucien stayed very, very still as her fingers undid his bun and gently threaded through his shimmering red hair. Click, click. The corn clips snapped on either side of his head, pulling his long, crimson hair away from his face. He missed her soft touch when Elain leaned back, eyes twinkling. “I like it.” 

Lucien shook his head like a dog, but the clips stayed in place. “I have a feeling I look very ridiculous right now,” he muttered. 

“You do not look ridiculous.” 

Lucien puffed his chest mockingly. “This set-up is not doing favors for my reputation. I’ll have you know, my lady, that I am a famed courtier, a respectable emissary, a warrior, a son of a High Lord—”

He was cut off when Elain took a dab of frosting and swiped it on his nose. “Now you look ridiculous,” she giggled. 

Lucien leaned in closer, his hands on the counter caging her in. Elain’s breath caught, and Lucien could have sworn her nostrils flared to inhale his scent. “Should I report to Rhysand that Velaris’s most famed baker is violating food safety guidelines by contaminating the frosting?”

Elain shrugged and swiped another bit of frosting from the bowl. Lucien’s knees nearly buckled when she put her frosting covered finger in her mouth and sucked, maintaining eye contact. “Taste-testing is very important in the kitchen. I thought you said you were adept at cooking?” 

Gods, was she flirting with him? 

Lucien smirked, leaning in even closer. “At least I use a spoon when I taste things. Not my fingers.” Elain’s eyes widened, her red cheeks betraying her inappropriate thoughts. “In the kitchen. Is my lady thinking inappropriate thoughts?”

“Who says you can’t do those things in the kitchen—Oh!” Elain let out a startled gasp, staring at something behind him. 

Lucien whipped around to see Azriel and Gwyneth Berdara standing in the hallway, staring straight into the kitchen. The female had a loose grip on the back of Azriel’s shirt, and smiled brightly at Lucien and Elain. Azriel, on the other hand, looked mildly disturbed. As if he’d just walked in on two people fucking. Which was definitely not what was going on here. 

“We were just baking cupcakes,” Elain’s voice was a bit breathless. 

Lucien realized he had chocolate frosting on his nose. Cauldron boil and fry him. “This is not what it looks like,” he stammered, hastily wiping his face. 

Gwyneth giggled at Lucien, teal eyes twinkling. Great. There went his reputation as a famed courtier, respectable emissary, warrior, son of a High Lord… “We didn’t see anything,” she said mischievously, giving the shadowsinger a friendly push. “Az is just showing me where the bathroom was.” 

From the way the Night Court spymaster had smiled at Gwyneth all night to the way he allowed her to push him so casually, Lucien had a feeling there was something more than friendship happening behind the scenes. Going to the bathroom? Yeah, right. Lucien gave Azriel a pointed stare as the two passersby left.

“That reminds me, we should take the cupcakes out of the oven now,” Lucien said, moving away from Elain. Once the cupcakes cooled, Lucien tried to pipe the icing onto the fresh cupcakes, but his clumsy attempts were lopsided. 

“Here.” His senses zeroed in on Elain’s warm hand around his, guiding the icing bag and making perfect swirls. Lucien held back from snarkily saying, “If you could just keep your hand there forever, that would be nice.” He didn’t want to scare Elain off. 

Lucien ended up piping most of the cupcakes. He picked up the tray of finished cupcakes and followed Elain back to the family room. “We made cupcakes!” Elain sang cheerfully.

“Finally!” Varian said, stumbling over to grab a cupcake from Elain. “Thank you both. I can tell which cupcakes were the ones Lucien decorated.”

“Because they’re the better-looking ones, right?” Lucien elbowed Elain, who merely rolled her eyes. 

“Say that again and I’ll put frosting on your face,” Elain said calmly. But there was a humorous glint in her brown eyes.

“I wouldn’t mind if you were the one frosting my face,” Lucien said.  

Elain stood on her tip-toes to whisper into his ear. “What kind of frosting are you talking about?” 

It was Lucien’s turn to blush. What was it—the third time that night Elain had let it slip that she had a dirty mind? Compared to her previous behavior of awkward avoidance, it was a welcome surprise. But was she actually interested in him, or was she simply flirting with him? 

“The sweet kind.” Elain elbowed him back, red to the tips of her pearl-studded ears. Lucien grinned, taking a bite of the cupcake. Warm, zesty goodness was paired with rich notes of chocolate. “These taste good.”  

“Thank you. I’ll let my new baking assistant know he passed with flying colors,” Elain quipped.   

“Cupcake!” Nyx squealed happily, reaching for Rhysand’s hand. 

“Did someone say cupcake?” Cassian called out. He and Nesta reappeared in the room, reeking of perfume. Lucien chuckled. At least they had the courtesy to cover up their arousal before returning. 

“Where’s Gwyn?” Nesta asked, turning around to survey the room. “She’s going to miss the chocolate!” 

“Where’s Az?” Cassian added. Confusion crossed the others’ faces as they looked at each other, trying to remember what had happened. A moment of silence passed before Elain and Lucien began to laugh. 

“I don’t know, but we saw them ‘going to the bathroom’ earlier,” Elain giggled. “Maybe we should use the second floor bathroom for now.” 

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None of the stories linked below are mine.

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King of Secret Santa! by Shura11

Summary: Class 1A is doing a secret Santa gift exchange! It goes about as well as everyone expects with Bakugo claiming to be number one in this event! Izuku has his own issues as he tries to figure out the perfect gift to express his feeling.

One Shot | SFW

Secret Santa by kickcows

Summary: Deku draws Kacchan for a Secret Santa exchange between the members of Class 1-A and has a mild panic attack over it. 

One Shot | SFW

The first gift you gave me by Cadameo

Summary: Izuku worked really, really hard on his Christmas gift for Kacchan - perhaps even a bit too much; but now he cannot make himself give it to him.

With a bit of a push and aided by the class Secret Santa, he might be able to convey his feelings and luckily, even get a gift back.

One Shot | SFW

All Katsuki Wants For Christmas by RewriteTheUniverse

Summary: “Kacchan’s going to sing?” was all Izuku could manage to vocalize, as this new fact seemed to be at war with everything he’d ever known about the angry blonde.

Even more surprising was the few gentle, tinkling piano notes that started off the song just before Kacchan opened his mouth and started to sing.

One Shot | SFW

Midoriya the Green Haired Sunshine by squeakymarshmallow

Summary: The Bakusquad learned quite quickly: Bakugou's hatred of Christmas was very conditional.

One Shot | SFW

christmas lights by WattStalf

Summary: Katsuki doesn't think he's very good at planning Christmas dates.

Part 1 | One Shot | SFW

christmas cake by WattStalf

Summary: Katsuki does some more thinking after his Christmas date with Izuku.

Part 2 | One Shot | SFW

come and trim my christmas tree by hollyandvice (hiasobi_writes)

Summary: Izuku and Kacchan may not always be creatures of habit, but when it comes to childhood traditions, there's no denying their roots. When it comes time to give each other Christmas presents, there's no one better.

One Shot | SFW

A (Warm) Snowy Night by charmie, Lumi09

Summary: A gift? Kaachan hasn't given him a gift in ten years. Izuku took the bag from Katsuki (who wouldn't make eye contact for some reason) as Izuku's fingertips brushed against his hand. Izuku dug through the bag until he felt something and pulled it out. His face lit up the dark night.

"Wahhh!!! It’s the super rare limited edition Silver age All Might figurine!" Izuku remembers when he cried rivers over this figurine because he couldn't get in time when he was five.

One Shot | SFW

The Perfect Gift by angel_lily223

Summary: Katsuki has a problem.

Christmas is just around the corner and he hasn't even got his boyfriend a gift yet. As he runs around the mall, trying to find the perfect gift, he realizes that maybe the perfect gift isn't something he can buy.

In fact, the perfect Christmas present for Deku was with him the whole time...

One Shot | SFW

[uptoolateart]

If I Let Myself Love You

My fic for @mlbigbang 2022!

It’s hard to be a normal girl with a normal life when your mother has terminal cancer. And when fashion model Adrien Agreste moves back to Paris and wants to be Marinette’s friend – or maybe even more – her life is turned upside down again. How can she risk opening her heart to love when her whole world is falling apart? Especially when Adrien is hiding a dark secret of his own….

*** No kwamis AU - 100% Adrinette. Half funny / fluffy and half heavy but with a happy ending. Please read tags. *** Rating: Teen and up

PREVIEW from Chapter 1:

On paper, he was nothing out of the ordinary – maybe six inches taller than her, with iconic golden curls like a film cliché. Simple jeans and a black long-sleeved t-shirt, but with the Gabriel brand logo letting you know that, as plain as they were, those clothes cost more than Marinette could afford after a whole month’s worth of babysitting. Two months, even.

What wasn’t ordinary was his smile, and the way it moved right into his moss-green eyes. Or the openness on his face, not just inviting but demanding that she know and understand him. Especially with the early-autumn sunshine hanging over the skyline, haloing his face and making the tips of his hair glow, like he was on fire and had been delivered into the world just for her.

That’s…too much poetry for this time of day.

Marinette licked her lips. She knew who this boy was, after all. They’d all been prepped about him for weeks – how they were supposed to treat him like just another student, ignoring how famous he was. He’d recently moved from London and wanted to keep as low a profile as possible.

She’d told herself this would be easy. Never mind that she had a collection of clippings of this boy’s modelling shots from magazines, or that his father was her favourite fashion designer in the world. He was just a normal person underneath the make-up and expensive hair…right?

But standing there, face to face, she saw that she was wrong. And it had nothing to do with him being famous.

‘You’re…you’re…,’ she made out, wondering when she had lost the ability to form sentences.

He rolled his eyes, releasing her wrists and taking a step away from her to give her space. ‘Adrien Agreste.’ He said this like it was a brand rather than a personal name. ‘But seeing as it’s my first day here, maybe we could…pretend I’m someone else?’

She wanted to smack herself but couldn’t move. I’ve already messed this up.

‘Like…like who?’ she stammered.

He ran a hand through his shining hair and looked up, squinting in the sunlight before meeting her eyes again. ‘You know, I’ve been trying to work that one out for a while. Maybe you should make something up for me.’

She adjusted the shoulder strap of her bag before it could slide off her arm. ‘You…you want me to make up an identity for you?’

Adrien laughed. ‘Is that too weird? I mean, you don’t even know me yet.’

Somehow, she recovered herself. ‘Sure, I know you. You’re Adrien Agreste, the mad scientist who trains hamsters to howl at full moons. There was a whole article about it in the paper the other week.’

He laughed again, this time louder than before, and shook his head. ‘I bet you thought that was a pretty crazy thing to do. I lost a lot of funding for that stunt. No one will invite me to the scientist parties anymore.’

‘The scientist parties,’ she echoed, a strange feeling coming over her face. It had been so long since she’d smiled like this that she didn’t immediately recognise it.

‘We use technical language in the science circle.’ Adrien grinned at her, his eyes sparkling wickedly. ‘And who are you…’

‘Marinette Dupain-Cheng. I’m a baker. I knead emotions into pastries.’

‘Emotions?’

‘You know, sadness and anger….’ She trailed off, belatedly saying, ‘Um…joy.’

Ugh, Marinette, what are you saying?

Adrien nodded and rubbed his chin as if taking this matter deeply seriously. ‘What does a sadness croissant taste like?’

Her eyes grew large. ‘That’s what I was wondering!’

‘I bet it’s salty.’

‘Like tears!’ she exclaimed, then gripped her lunch bag hard, to stop herself from hugging this total stranger.

They both fell silent. She wanted to look away but couldn’t. Something about his stare was like a fist, holding her heart and in no hurry to let her go. She was caught in his gaze as long as he wanted.

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#5

Movements.

unnamed male words: 749 warnings: mentions of pregnancy, mentions of baby moving (i know that this can squick some people out)

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Rain pelts the windows, bounces from the ground and the air smells heavily of previous rainfalls. He’d had to slow down whilst driving compared to his usual speed which, as always, was still within the limit of course, but now even slower. The windscreen wipers have barely moved before the rain coats the freshly cleared glass. The spray from the cars in front doesn’t help, the red rear lights casting a glare in his direction creating a firework effect in the wetness. The radio was turned down, the windows in the back were slowly steaming up and the great British summer that he’d grown used to the last two weeks was now a distant memory.

Leaves that remain up in the trees are starting their steady changes, greens are beginning to taint with oranges, reds and browns. Some are already shedding their leaves, scattering them at the foot of their trunks as their branches curve to face the last remains of the summer sunshine.

Pressing a button on the fob on his keychain, the gates open slowly and he rolls the car onto the driveway, parking as close as safely possible to the door before making a quick exit. His key fumbles in the front door but with a final turn, he’s inside, sighing happily at the warmth here. He shrugs out of his damp outerwear and rests it over the hallway radiator before pausing, hand on the stairs bannister as he listens, realising now that he’s not the only one home.

The TV is on at a quiet level but the sound of it slowly drifts through the home until it reaches him. His feet begin to move before he’s fully thought about going to see her, but it seems his body has made his mind up for him. He follows the sound of it until he reaches the lounge. Blankets and cushions surround her, her large V pillow tucked neatly between her thighs and under her belly as she lays on her side, one hand protectively placed over the bump. She’s facing the TV but she’s asleep.

He tucks her in a little more, adjusting the blanket, smoothing the hair from her face and presses a light kiss to her forehead before jogging up to the bedroom to pull on some warm, comfort clothes. By the time he’s back downstairs, she’s stirring, rubbing her eyes with the curve of her hand and giving a small groan as her body awakens again.

“Morning beautiful,” he grins when her eyes finally open.

“Didn’t realise I’d fallen asleep,” she croaks, squinting at the light before trying to sit up to reach for her drink. He moves faster, reaching for her cup and pushes the straw towards her lips before replacing it once she’s done and slumping back against the sofa. “I’m just so tired at the minute.”

“That’s what growing a person does,” he smiles warmly at her and runs his hand over her belly, watching as well as feeling the way the little one wriggles around. “Good morning to you too,” he says and she smiles to herself that he always acknowledges the baby and they in turn, always try to wriggle for him.

“They’ve been quite active today.” she tells him, her hand smoothing over the large bump in large circle motions and watches as her belly begins to move, a hand, elbow or foot dragging from right to left and stretches out. “I’m running out of space though, I’ve already had a few kicks to my ribs today.”

“It's seeing this that makes it real for me.”

She grimaces as she tries to pull herself to a sitting position. “Pleasant reminders for you then. It’s the morning sickness still for me, the constant need to pee and walking like I’ve shit myself thanks to my waddle.”

“If I could, I’d do it for you babe, you know that.”

“Liar. You’d have one and be done with it all.”

“You might only want one.”

“I guess we’ll see, won’t we? But so far,” she gives her bump another affectionate rub, and gets a happy kick in return, something which he feels, “we’re doing ok.”

“You just missed your daddy, didn’t you? Got a strong foot I see, you’ll follow in my footsteps for sure.”

“I hope not. It’s nerve wracking enough with you. Let alone this kind of protectiveness.”

“You’ll be the first mother banned from stadiums for trying to fight everyone.”

“Everyone.” she agrees with a nod.

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299 notes - Posted March 19, 2022

#4

So...Teach Me. 2.

words: 3952 warnings: dry humping, handjobs, female masturbation.

This was going to be up sooner, but it turned out my initial plan for this chapter changed and I'm much happier with how this turned out, even if it's much longer than I thought it would be.

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PREVIOUS CHAPTER. 

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A week or so had passed and the two of you had stayed in touch as normal via text. You’re still unsure how you’d gone from having an innocent night in to discussing teaching him all the dirty little tricks and tips that you had within the space of 24 hours. It hadn’t been the way you thought the night would go at all. The image of the way he’d looked as you’d taken his fingers into your mouth has been locked in your mind for days, distracting you from work and driving you to climb between the bed sheets and play with your toy.

The idea of being friends with benefits with him had never felt possible, let alone an option until he’d asked you that. Sure, you’d had a close friendship but the two of you had kept one another at arm's length, no lingering stares, no kisses at birthdays or Christmas that you wished to happen again, you were simply friends and that had always worked. Of course you’d found him attractive, you weren’t silly. He had a charm about him, a way of captivating those around him, you’d just never found yourself falling under that same spell that some of the others had. But maybe that was why he’d brought it up to you, you were neutral.

You can’t remember how it had started fully, but you remember saying how your old fuck buddy was leaving the city for a new job and that you’d have to either start using your own hand again or putting an ad online. Jokingly of course but he’d looked at you in such a way that you knew you had his interest and attention in the palm of your hand.

“But why would you need a fuck buddy?”

“It’s convenient.” You’d replied without hesitation. “Relationships can be hard, time consuming and the idea of just having one night stands, it doesn’t always sit well with me. They can be good, but I don’t want to have to keep nudging them in the right place when they’re trying to find my clit because they’ve spent the last minute or so rubbing my pussy lips. You both know each other, know what you both like in bed, it’s safer in most cases and you’re more relaxed. You just call each other up and say, ‘hey, wanna come over’ and your itch is scratched.”

“So you’d need to be asking a mutual friend then.” he’d commented in a way that he hoped was casual, but it was too late for that; his body language was giving him away, he was leaning into you on the cushions, edging closer with each sentence that you spoke.

“Why, do you know anyone?” you’d laughed and taken a long drink from your glass. “Unless you mean yourself?”

It had sounded like a throwaway comment in your mind but out loud, it sounded more like a genuine question.

“It has been a long time since I was with anyone.” He admitted, thumb now picking at a torn nail on one of his fingers while avoiding your gaze.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you date anyone while we’ve been friends,” you pondered it aloud, trying to think back to the last girlfriend or person he’d dated but no-one came to mind.

“Well over a year. If not more.” He stated. “My moves might be a little rusty, but I’m game if you are.” he’d tried to laugh it off but it sounded forced, embarrassed almost but you applauded him for putting himself out there before asking the big question

“But you miss sex though...right?” and the rest had been history.

You had no idea where to start with him. His confidence was at an all time low so that needed to be worked on too, and even though he’d said that he’d had sex, he hadn’t trusted his own abilities like almost every other guy you knew. You were going to have to start at the very beginning with him, treat him as though he was a virgin and mould him into someone who could be confident in bed, work his way around your body and hopefully, learn to give you pleasure. The thought of tailoring him to your needs made your core tighten. He wouldn’t need to unlearn bad habits from other people, but then again he also wouldn’t have the experience of how to fuck you from others either. You would be starting from scratch and the one thing that every man knows how to do, is to stroke their own cock. Now all you had to do was watch how he liked it.

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“You want me to..what?”

“Masturbate,” you reply, gesturing for him to sit on your bed. When he still looks at you as though you’re speaking another language, you continue, “you know, wank? Give yourself a hand job? Toss yourself off. Choke the chicken.”

“No, I know what you mean, but why?”

“You’ll be teaching me how you like it. Everything else I can work out for myself but I want to see how you like it.”

“And you can’t just stroke me and find out?”

“I like watching, and when you’re close, then I’ll help.”

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339 notes - Posted February 6, 2022

#3

A Little Sympathy Goes A Long Way.

Request and warnings:  can you write a cute fluffy one where someone of your choice takes care of their girlfriend while she’s sick or something cute like that? my cold is killing me lmao

The requester says it’s my choice, but really, she didn’t want to yell PLEASE CHARLES. I still heard that anyway.

Me? Back writing Charles years after I shared my first piece? You bet your ass I am. Let me know what you think? I’m super nervous 🥺👉👈

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The common cold has well and truly hit the household and though you’d love a little sympathy, you had a feeling that Charles wasn’t about to drop everything to be your sick nurse. You anticipated it from the way you’d teased him when he was sofa bound previously, surrounded by tissues as he decided this was truly it. He was struck down by a cold and would never breathe through his nose again. He complained about all the times he’d taken it for granted as you’d waited on him hand and foot, even mopping his brow when he requested it - though you think at that point he was just trying to see how much he could get you to do before you threw in the towel.

His over dramatics had you questioning your bedside manner but now, you needed him to forget the teasing and just be a good boy. 

> baby, can you pick me up some things from the store? I think I’ve got what you had. 

< oh I’m going to have fun with this, baby

The look on his face as he walked through his home, swinging the bag of pick-me-ups that he’d purchased from his fingertips as he approached, was one of glee. 

“Do I play nice or pick on you, like you did with me?” Charles asks as he pouts, scrunching up his lips as he taps his dimple and pretends to think. 

“Did not pick on you,” you say and frown at him before reaching quickly for another tissue and cough into it before blowing your nose and slumping back against the pillows. Your nostrils sting and are no doubt bright red as the skin thins from the amount of times you’ve rubbed them. The corners of your eyes are already aching from each new contact as you press the knuckles of your fingers into the edges and wipe away the fresh flurry of tears that stream from them.

“Did you get more headache tablets?” You croak and begin to reach forward for the bag which he dangles just out of reach with a grin on his face. 

“What was it you said to me? You have legs, use them.”

You did say that. But only because Charles was refusing to budge or sit up to reach anything, not wanting to help himself and simply just waste away in wallow. You were at least sitting and trying to swing your legs over the side of the couch to reach anything you needed, ensuring that everything was within grasp. 

“Not the same thing,” you bite, glaring at him as you try again to reach them. “Don’t be a dick.”

“Oh, she insults. I love it when you say nice things to me.” he chuckles before really taking you in.

He had to admit, you have certainly declined since he left this morning. What had only been a small sniffle and the odd sneeze yesterday had turned into hourly coughing throughout the night, a stuffy head this morning but at least you were mobile. He looks over you now, streaming eyes that keep trying to close, a nose to challenge Rudolph for a sleigh guiding spot and a now chesty cough that sounded painful. 

“Please,” you try again and this time he caves. The bag drops to the table and he rummages through it. 

“I’ve got vapour rub, flu and cold tablets, throat lozenges, a heat pack in case you had muscle pains”, he takes out each individual item as he announces them, “and,” he pauses as he grabs the bottom of the bag and tips it upside down, “all the snacks I know that you love, to try and make you feel better.” He’s pulling open the thermometer as he says, “say ahh.” and you do obediently as he lays it against your tongue and you close your mouth around it while it takes a reading. He doesn’t even make a sexual remark. You’re almost proud of him. 

“So you can be nice,” you sniffle, trying to keep your mouth as closed as possible and give him a weak, closed lip smile. 

“If you feel even half as bad as me, I need to look after you.” Charles replies, the taunting behaviour from minutes ago now disappearing as his instinct to look after you kicks in. 

“I don’t want to give it you again though.”

“Stop talking while it’s doing it’s thing. And I handled it well last time. I’ll handle it again.”

You want to argue that he had not, in fact, handled it at all last time but now was not the time to pick a fight. You want to add something else when the thermometer begins to beep and he makes quick work in pulling it out. 

“Yep, close to having a fever. Have you drank enough?” He knows from your expression that you haven’t. 

“I’ve mostly been sleeping.” You defend yourself, though just mentioning that you’ve been asleep makes you yawn. 

“Stay there and if you’re still awake, we’re getting you hydrated.”

“Charles?”

“Hmmm?” He pauses in the doorway and looks back at you. 

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382 notes - Posted May 15, 2022

#2

But Good Girls Don’t.

Pairing: Charles x undescribed female!reader Words: 1112 warnings: mentions of masturbation (m), oral receiving (f), squirting, squint and you’ll miss the hair pulling, unprotected sex (p in v). 

Un-BETA’d as usual so all typos are my own bullshit. 

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663 notes - Posted July 28, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Faking.

pairing: Charles x undescribed female reader Words: 2713 warnings: unprotected sex, oral (f), edging, hair pulling, mad Charles. Probably more but I can’t think straight right now. 

Unbeta’d as usual, so all typos are my own bullshit. Idk why the font is being a dick, apologies. 

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894 notes - Posted July 31, 2022

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