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a-disturbing-self-reflection · 9 months ago

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🏁 Winner, winner, chicken dinner - EO31

SUMMARY: Social media au, y/n is an f1 driver for porsche. 2 best friends finally get a clue. PAIRING: Esteban ocon x fem!reader

Y/N13

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Y/N13 Proud of porsche 🖤

Sorry to end silly season before it begins, but here's to another year!

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Estebanocon how long did that take you to think of?

↳ Y/N13 dont...

↳ User1 not him exposing her like that 💀

User2 yesss! Our queen is slaying staying

PorscheF1 We'd want no one else! 🔥💛

↳ alex_albon do I mean nothing to you?

↳ Y/N13 I love you Porsche admin 😍😍

↳ PorscheF1 😳

↳ Estebanocon stop flirting with the poor admin

↳ landnorris jealous? 🤨

↳ User5 ok Grandpa, lets get you into bed

User3 Can't wait to watch next weeks gp

User4 I'm taking time off work to watch next weeks grand prix! Cant wait to see you smash it, Hungary here i come!!

User5 She's such a porsche girly, I'm living for it

User6 I dont want, I NEED that jacket

↳ User5 ikr, its GORGEOUS

Estebanocon

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Estebanocon I don't know what to write I'm lost for words we just won the Hungarian @ f1GrandPrix i will forever remember this moment!!🔥 Thank you to @ alpinef1team, without them I would not have made it, and what a drive by the legend himself @ fernandoalo_oficial he's part of this too

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alpinef1team 🔥🔥

↳ User6 alpine fr love their fire emojis

↳ alpinef1team 🔥

Y/N13 King of long captions and king of the podium!

↳ Estebanocon let me celebrate in peace

↳ User5 Mum help, they're flirting again

↳ User7 you are delulu

User8 You only got that win cause of Fernando clown 🤡

User9 💩

User10 Not the toxic Fernando fan boys in the comments 💀

fernandoalo_oficial Congrats 😁👍

↳ Estebanocon next win is yours 😉

Y/N13 added to her story!

Y/N13 Estie my bestie, we party like no others.

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landonorris I was there too you know

Y/N13 🥱

landonorris Of course you're only focused on him

Y/N13 whats that supposed to mean?

landonorris nothinggggg ;)

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lando.jpg Podium pals 😎

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User11 She looks like a godess... And they're... there.

Y/N13 Did Estie dirty there lmao

↳ lando.jpg Estie? interesting

↳ User5 HA he's so us

User6 lando got those moves 🕺

Estebanocon It was a great night to end a great day

mclaren looking good Lando! 🔥

charles_leclerc This is charles erasure

↳ lando.jpg Next time dont DNF then 🤷‍♂️

↳ User15 He didnt 💀

User14 Ocon embracing the squirrel

F1gossip

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F1gossip seems it's not just lando norris who got tired during the Belgian GP! Y/n L/n and Esteban Ocon caught snuggling up during the red flag

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User5 INTERESTING

User15 They're childhood friends, obviously they're comfy with eachother

↳ User16 Let us L/nOcon shippers live in delusion ok

User17 When is it my tuuuurn

User18 why is no one talking about how cute lando looks

User19 Lando in the liiiikes??

↳ User20 He's the #1 f1 gossiper, of course he's in the likes

Y/N13

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Y/N13 And thats how you celebrate P2

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User16 Who's the person you're playing uno with?

↳ landonorris Ocon obviously

↳ User1 More importantly who won

↳ User3 As if Y/n would ever let a man beat her

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↳ User8 She did in the race today

↳ User5 You did NOT, thats FOUL

Estebanocon I'm not accepting this slander, I beat her

↳ Y/N13 LIES

maxverstappen1 Congrats on P2, offended you didn't come out partying with us

↳ Y/N13 But merlin...

↳ User15 She's so real for choosing to watch her fave show instead of going out partying

PorscheF1 p1 here we come! 🏆🔥

↳ User21 why do all admins love the fire emoji?

↳ PorscheF1 🔥

↳ mclaren 🔥

↳ alpinef1team 🔥

landonorris You watched merlin WITHOUT ME???

↳ Y/N13 sucks to suck ig

↳ landonorris :(

User6 Her celebrating her podium with him instead of the rest of the grid 😚

↳ User10 It's so cute

↳ User22 I dont get it, are they dating

↳ landonorris not yet

↳ User5 He ships it harder than us i swear

User23 Soft launch?

↳ User24 They're BEST FRIENDS, this is not a soft launch 😭

Y/N13

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Y/N13 Happy birthday Estie bestie, 15 in a caravan turned to 25 in an f1 car so quick 🖤

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Estebanocon I hate you

↳ Y/N13 you love meeee

↳ landnorris Just kiss already pls

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↳ User5 Ayo?

User17 The media team did NOT see this one looool

User5 Bestie, the last pic I-

User23 I love it when me and my bestfriend cuddle all platonic style, jokingly flirt and have date nights... girl who you fooling?

User18 He's so baby girl

User15 They're in love

↳ User24 You're delusional (I believe you)

Y/N13

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Y/N13 Winner winner chicken dinner, what more can I say?

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User5 How about explaining that kiss!!??!?!

PorscheF1 Could not be prouder.

User25 Girl, WHAT does that mean?

landonorris Next step, first ever joint championship 😎

↳ Y/N13 in your dreams buddy

↳ landonorris i dont deserve this

Estebanocon We only know how to win

charles_leclerc Best person to share a podium with

↳ maxverstappen1 What am i?

↳ charles_leclerc a pain

F1gossip

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F1gossip Passionate displays from Y/n after her first Grand prix win, rushing off the podium to kiss childhood friend Esteban Ocon. Does this reveal a secret side to their relationship? Or was it a heat of the moment decision?

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User5 WE WON

User24 The pining is overrrr

User22 Y/n and Esteban finally getting together WAS on my 2021 bingo card!

↳ User26 Be honest, how many years has it been on there?

↳ User22 ....

Estebanocon

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Estebanocon the spider to my man

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Y/N13 you think you're smooth

↳ Estebanocon the smoothest

Y/N13 finally get to say i love youuuuuuu (in a non platonic way!!)

↳ Estebanocon I'll help you reach any apple you want

↳ User20 everyday i wake up knowing ill never have this

User6 I have to know, @ landonorris how much of this was you?

↳ landonorris at least 60%

↳ User14 Only 60?

↳ landonorris the pining was crazy

Y/N13

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Y/N13 finally got a clue

Estebanocon only took 20 years

#esteban ocon #esteban ocon x reader #f1 imagine #f1 #f1 x reader #formula one #formula 1 #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 imagine #estie bestie #f1 smau #🏁 - matts f1 works

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ellecdc · 6 months ago

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Hiii congrats on your new job, we love a employed queen 🙌. I hope I’m not bothering you with requests my marauders brainrot is taking over. Could I please perhaps request headcannons and whatnot about the boys as dads, individually and/or the different polys you write for? If that’s alright, your latest fic brought this on I suppose 😭. Bye bye now lovely, enjoy your dayyy

marauders brain rot is taking over for me too babes, no worries.

James:

cries constantly. baby is upset? he's crying. baby is adorable? he's crying. baby learns something new? James is crying.

tummy time is daddy time because James is on his stomach in front of the baby too - his partner will make jokes saying that James and their five month old are working on their gross motor skills together

loves playing pretend; get's in arguments with the child if he doesn't think they're imagining 'properly' (his partner has to scold James for ruining the fun)

the dad-friend; kids will run up to the door to ask if your kid and James can come outside to play - plays manhunt, nickie nine-doors houses with the kids, is the best dad to go trick-or-treating with, his kids friends come over to hangout with his kids and him

cries at every single milestone: first steps, first word, birthdays, plays/awards or recitals or sports games etc, graduations, first dates, school dances etc

begs his partner the second his kids move out for more (regardless of how old they are at that point) "we can adopt! yeah? what about foster - why don't foster kids? please?!"

then he becomes a grandpa and the whole damn thing starts all over again

Sirius:

I see Sirius as a bit of a worrier - constantly in his head about what he's doing, if he's doing it right, if he's being a good enough dad, etc etc

stuck like glue to the kid the second they're born - takes night time feedings and every diaper change because he doesn't want to be absent like his dad (and maybe mother? probably had nannies in muggle AU or relied on Kreacher for child rearing) -> Sirius wants to be there for it all; he wants his child to know that their dad was there

does stuff with the kid that's a little too old for them lol - five month old wearing a leather jacket, buys a motorcycle helmet for a 1.5 year old (partner had none of it!), buys them their first bike at 3, etc

BUT then....as the child get's older - refuses to believe that they're that old. "a cellphone?! what do you need a cellphone for!? you're seven!" "dad, I'm 13." "since when!?!?!?"

definitely wants his kids to learn how to play an instrument (he doesn't even care which instrument; he just wants to share his love of music with them!) but doesn't want it to be a chore/burden like learning the piano was for him and Reggie (and many children world wide lol), so gently encourages through out their whole life and buys them any instrument they're interested in and let's them change their minds 700 times (even though it breaks his heart a little bit each time)

pretends not to cry when he sends them off to school (in kindergarten or college in muggle AU or Hogwarts)

cheers the loudest and most obnoxiously at all sports games/recitals/awards etc even if he has no fucking clue what's going on (OMG, I just thought - I used to work at a dance studio and he was be the best fucking dance dad!!!!!)

known as the cool/hot dad amongst his kids' friends

Remus:

so incredibly freaked that something this small and perfect could possibly exist - moves in slow motion for the first month of the babies life because he's afraid of dropping it or shaking it unintentionally

talks to the infant like it's a regular person/adult; running joke in the family (i.e., friend group) that the baby won't have a first word - they'll just one day start stringing full sentences

swears constantly in front of the kid - one of their first words is fuck which Sirius and James find hilarious and never let Remus forget it (and they actively encourage the kid to continue it too because they love to see Remus sweat every time it happens)

insists the kids know how to play outside and get dirty - (jokingly) admonishes them if they come inside after playing and don't have dirt under their finger nails.

loves to build forts (inside and outside) and I could see him liking to hike with the kids (nothing huge, but down to streams and such), teaches them to catch (and release) frogs, bugs, etc, they take pictures of bugs they find on their walks so they can look them up when they get home

reading, arts and crafts, paintings, etc

keeps every single painting and drawing they've ever made - keeps them in a filing cabinet organized by child, age, and type

if James is the fun dad, Remus is the chill dad; all the kids in the family go to him for advice, if they are in trouble (e.g., need a ride from a party that their parents don't know about), to complain about their own parents

never not telling the kids how much he loves them and how proud he is of them

Regulus:

runs immediately to James and Sirius for advice - does not want to be an apathetic parent

deep anxiety/lots of overthinking

very gentle and delicate with his babies - afraid of hurting them and finds them to be just the most precious little things...like they're sacred and need to be handled with the utmost care

keke & I headcanoned that his partner would often find him in the middle of the night playing the piano quietly with the baby laying on top of the piano to feel the calming vibrations if he got up with them

reads baby books and parenting books front to back like they're novels - takes notes, highlights, stickie notes etc

LOVES STRUCTURE - routine is so important to Regulus as a dad; his friends end up needing to learn his child's schedule in order to ever see Regulus

his kids may find him to be a bit more strict, but he's also a bit of a pushover; will buy his kids whatever they want - his partner ends up having to yell at him and tell him that he's going to raise spoiled brats....he buys them a diamond tennis bracelet to make up for it

works really, really hard to be different than his parents; Sirius tells him constantly that he's doing a very good job of it (and they both pretend that Reg doesn't cry about it)

Barty:

had a bit of a chat about this in this post, but basically...

the most hands on and involved dad to ever walk the earth - will not go to any place that isn't child friendly or catered to children

the most proud of everything that his kid does: sits up on their own? can hold their head up? holding a fork? knocks over a block tower? can point to their nose? He's fucking celebrating, like, throwing a party over it

I could see him being like an instagram dad - constantly taking pictures and bragging about how awesome/smart/cute/perfect his kid is (but his partner had to tell Barty to stop telling other parents that this meant their kids were inferior to his......even if they were)

get's faaaarrrrrr tooo involved with playtime, one of my mutuals made some really sweet comments on the post linked above that I might turn into a quick blurb

cannot for the life of him be bad cop - he thinks everything his kids do is awesome/spectacular (even the bad stuff) -> tries to play it cool in front of his partner/co-parent but will absolutely fold the second they leave or the kid's lower lip wobbles or the give him those doe eyes

most hated parent on the PTA [parent teachers association] but volunteers for everything - every school field trip, every bake sale etc

fucking ridiculous when his kids start dating - no one is good enough for them, pouty when the kids want to spend an evening or whatnot with their new fling instead of him

takes it as a personal offence (or at least acts like it) when the kids move out/go to college

what do you all think? any other head canons I should add to this list?

#ask elle #marauders era #marauders au #reader insert #self insert #sirius black #remus lupin #james potter #regulus black #barty crouch junior #marauders headcanon #elle's headcanons #dad!barty crouch junior #dad!sirius black #dad!james potter #dad!remus lupin #dad!regulus black #dad!marauders #dad!marauder headcanons

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ronance4everbrainrot · 3 months ago

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Moooore descendants 4 incorrect quotes with Glassheart/CharmingHeart (they back)

(and other ships)

Red: Sometimes I get so caught up on being gay that I forget I’m actually bi.

(Girl. Same)

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Maddox: Man, I’m gonna get fat if you keep feeding me all these chips and junk!

Red: I’M NOT! I was eating them and you took them.

Maddox: You said I should try some!

Red: I said they were good.

Maddox: That’s not how I heard it.

(MADDOX! HIIIII! SOME LOVE FOR YOU TOO BUDDY!)

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Red: Tomorrow’s the Cooking Contest. Maddox always tells me one thing every year. They say, “You might win if you’d stop eating your entry!” But how would I know whether it’s an award-winning dish without tasting it first? This may be a problem humanity will have to grapple with for eternity.

(AU. Red is a good cook)

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Chloe: So how’s the food Red made?

Cinderella: It's great! Compliments to them.

Chloe: *goes to the kitchen*

Chloe: You're adorable.

Red: *blushes*

(again. Red is a good cook. She invites the Charmings for dinner and then asks them for their blessing when Chloe leaves)

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Chad: we could make a boys club!

Maddox: Im non-binary.

Chad:

Chad: Anti-girls club.

(Slay. Also can't decide if Maddox should be green or purple. Maybe even orange but I chose green for now. Will change later if I'm in the mood)

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Red: Can you PLEASE peer pressure me into doing my project?

Chloe: Do it or you're straight.

Red: I said peer pressure, NOT THREATEN!

(That's too far, Chloe! Are you mad?!)

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Chloe: Operation no more distractions is a go!

*not even 10 seconds later*

Chloe: Oh, look! A butterfly!

(She's either laser focused or cannot concentrate at all)

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Red: *clicks pen*

Maddox: *clicks pen in response*

Queen of Hearts: Stop that.

Red: Stop what?

Queen of Hearts: You’re talking about me in Morse code!

Red: Yes, that’s what we doing. In our very limited time, we took a class on a very outdated, very unnecessary form of communication just so we could talk about you in front of you. Congrats, you figured us out!

*later*

Red, to Chloe: That’s actually exactly what we were doing.

(I'm surprised you kept your Head. And they absolutely did learn that because they had nothing else they could do)

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Chloe: Come on, Chad. Nobody actually believes that Red is in love with me.

Chad, to The Squad: Raise your hand if you think that Red is helplessly in love with Chloe.

*Everyone raises their hand*

Chloe: Red, put your hand down.

(*raises hand* what more evidence do you need??)

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Chloe: The salary of a clown is 51,000 dollars.

Chloe, gesturing to Chad and Red fighting: And yet these idiots do it daily, and for free!

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Red: When I first got my autism diagnosis, my first thought was “woah… it’s canon” and I think that maybe thoughts like that is why Chloe made me get tested.

(It is canon now. Headcanon)

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Chloe: Anything else?

Red: Yeah. Stay away from me!

Chloe: Alright. See you in the room we share

(Literally them. Canon. can also be switched)

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Queen of Hearts: If looking good was a crime, you’d be a law abiding citizen.

(rather that and not off with my head)

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Queen of Hearts: We are gathered here today because someone- *glares at Red’s coffin* -couldn’t stay alive!

(Oop-. Damn. She would care more tho. I think..)

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Queen of Hearts: So you're looking for information on this thing, huh? Well, I feel like it must be from far away.

Mal: What makes you say that?

Queen of Hearts: If it's something even I don't know about, then I'm sure nobody else must have a clue. So it's gotta be from some faraway place. Impeccable reasoning, isn't it?

Mal: Your Majesty.. You don't have a clue about this thing, do you?

Queen of Hearts: *screams in anger*

(Just a meeting between two Queens ✨. Canon

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Queen of Hearts: Standing next to sunflowers always makes me feel weak like ‘look at this fucking flower. This flower is taller than I am. This flower is winning and I’m losing.’

Maddox: Wow, you are not ready to hear about trees.

(ssSSHHhhH. Not so loud. Don't want you to lose your head. Canon tho)

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Red: I’m terrible at expressing myself.

Uma: Don’t worry, actions speak louder than words.

Red: Yes, but my actions are also bad.

(Girl same. Getting advice from the principal ✨ she probably did something 👀)

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Queen of Hearts: God has let me live another day and I'm going to make it everyone's problem.

(She for real does make it everyone's problem)

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Hope you liked it!

Wanted to add more but then it would have been too long.

So the next one has more of the OGs

Byeeee

#chloe charming #redcharming #rise of red #glassheart #charminghearts #red of wonderland #descendants 4 #princess red #rise of red incorrect quotes #red of hearts #maddox hatter #queen of hearts #bridget of wonderland #cinderella #ella charming #chad charming #uma descendants #mal descendants #mal bertha

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bluebeary-jay · 1 year ago

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CONGRATS!!! 1000 FOLLOWERS IS SO AWESOME AND I'M HAPPY FOR YOU!!🥰🩷

For the celebration I'm thinking Joel has lived in Jackson for months and has a bad reputation so people mostly avoid him and he always keeps to himself. BUT reader is the exception, always with a big smile and really polite to him (and he has a terrible crush on her). She always sees him alone at the bar looking around and seeming dislocated and decides to ask him "may I have this dance" cause she likes him too, but he panic and refuses. Later he realizes he's missing his chance with her and tries to fix it. Just some nice fluff (with age gap please🙏)

HIIIII SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT NONNIE

(okay so I'm back-ish, I apologize to everyone for disappearing but i had a rough couple of weeks and had to deal with a lot of stuff. i actually finished this fic some time ago but didn't have strength to post it but i'm more ready now so here you go <3 i hope you'll like it, i had a lot of fun writing it!! and thank you for requesting!! love you 🥰)

Joel Miller was a recluse. Everyone knew that, though not many were aware that he didn’t exactly choose this kind of life for himself.

He really hoped that things would get better after he settled down in Jackson with Ellie, but the residents of the town made it very clear that they didn’t want his company. It stung a little, especially since Joel didn’t think he gave them any reason to be wary of him, but he hid his hurt well. With time he got used to nasty whispers, people giving him a wide berth and basically everyone but Tommy and Ellie avoiding him. It was unpleasant, sure, but he learned to just deal with it.

Well, there was also you.

Joel had no clue what your deal was. Why you weren’t shying away from him like your fellow peers and why you went out of your way to always catch him into a conversation or smile at him whenever you saw him.

“I think she’s crushin’ on ya,” Tommy told him once during a dinner at his house. Ellie and Maria weren’t present, the latter showing the teen some clothes she might want – and thank fuck for that. Joel would murder his little brother if he said such nonsense in their presence.

“The hell you’re talkin’ about?” he spluttered, his eyebrows furrowed when Tommy sent him a smug, knowing grin. The question was completely unnecessary, of course, since they were already talking about you, but still Joel hoped he somehow misinterpreted his brother’s words.

“Don’t play dumb with me, Joel.” He sprawled out on the chair, still with that stupid smirk. “I really think she’s into you. I’d ask her out if I were you.”

“There’s no… I assure you she isn’t.”

“But if she was–”

“She’s not. Now can I eat my meal in peace?” Joel placed his hands on the table, but Tommy shook his head.

“But you like her, right? She’s nice.”

Joel sighed. “Yeah, she is.”

“And pretty.”

That Joel didn’t fall for. He glared at his brother.

“Jesus, Tommy, let me have it. I’m lucky she even wants to talk to me, with all her friends tellin’ her I’m bad news and me being half her age older.”

His eyes became solemn and voice took a lower, quieter tone, which told Tommy the matter was hitting Joel harder than he let on. He sat up straight, getting rid of the teasing smile.

“Alrigh’. Sorry for bringin’ it up.” Joel sighed and nodded, signifying that everything was okay. “I just want you to be happy, y’know. Maybe you should give yourself a chance.”

The older Miller didn’t answer and took a big swig of whiskey out of his glass.

The problem was, he didn’t need Tommy to tell him all that. Joel would have to be blind and stupid not to notice how breathtakingly beautiful you are, and this, combined with your intelligence, passion and sense of humor, was his ultimate undoing. Every time he talked with you, it was all he could do to hide the redness in his cheeks and the weakness in his knees.

But he did. ‘Cause, let’s be real – even though Joel recognized he had a terrible crush on you (though it took him weeks to make peace with this fact) he knew there was no way in hell you’d find him even a fraction as attractive as he found you. He was almost twice your age, for heaven’s sake, and such a young, gorgeous woman as you would never agree to throw her life away to be with an old man.

But God knew that with each day you broke down his walls, the desire to kiss you was becoming more and more agonizing. Every smile you sent his way worked only to feed his imagination of how soft your lips would surely be if he could only brush his thumb across it, not to mention touch them with his own. He wondered how your hands, so much smaller than his calloused ones, would feel on his stomach or shoulders. How it would be to embrace you with his arms, skin to skin and without any layers in-between.

Those were not the thoughts he should be having, especially in public – yet here he was, several days after his conversation with Tommy, imagining impossible while he watched you laughing on the dance floor with your friend. You looked so carefree, so happy and full of life, your energy only reminding Joel sourly of his own old age.

He noticed you glancing his way several times throughout the evening but he knew it didn’t mean anything, it would never mean anything other than your innocent friendliness. So he just quickly looked away lest you realize he was staring.

Joel took a swing from his glass and looked around the bar, trying to take his mind off you – fruitlessly. His eyes still darted back to you every few seconds, involuntarily roaming over your exposed skin visible under the nice outfit you picked for tonight. It was driving Joel insane with longing and need, and all he could think of was the mental image of how kissing and touching you gently would feel like.

Bet you’d feel so perfect under his palms.

He closed his eyes and propped up his forehead on his fist, trying to tune out the music and all the distracting background noises.

Keep it together.

He had to remember that he was way too old to be this enamored with a young, pretty girl like you. You would surely be repulsed if you had any clue about what was going on in his head, and some of the thoughts he had–

Then, Joel felt a light touch on his shoulder and lo and behold – there you were, standing right in front of him with a bright smile, as if summoned by his thoughts.

“Hi,” you said, tilting your head in that endearing way that made his insides tighten. “What are you doing here alone, cowboy?”

Joel prayed that he wasn’t blushing, though his hope diminished increasingly when your eyes wandered curiously across his features. Your eyebrows rose slightly and he cursed internally.

Fuck, you were so beautiful.

“M’not…” He cleared his throat and started again. “M’waitin’ for Tommy. He had to sort somethin’ out with… uh, someone.” He drummed his fingers against the table but stopped immediately, not wanting to give you an impression that the conversation with you was boring him. “You don’t have to do it, darlin’.”

You gave him a puzzled look, and he explained. “Y’know. Hang out with me. The people like to talk nasty things and I don’t wanna expose you to that.”

“It doesn’t bother me.” You shrugged with a sweet smile which Joel could kill for just to see it one more time. “And I… enjoy spending time with you.“

It didn’t mean anythin’. You were just bein’ friendly.

But even though he kept repeating it to himself like a mantra, Joel could not take his eyes off you. You were a vision – your profile bathed in the soft lights of the bar, your bottom lip between your teeth as you looked over your shoulder, deep in thought, at the stereo tower. The current song’s notes died down and a new one, much slower and romantic, started to play. You took a deep breath and let out a nervous laugh. “Actually I wanted to ask you something. If you don’t mind.”

“Ask away, darlin’.” He offered you a small smile, hoping to put you at ease, and you wetted your lips – which nearly gave him a heart attack and caused him to almost miss your next words.

“May I have this dance?”

Joel’s world stopped for a moment. He was in the middle of lifting the glass of whiskey to his lips but his muscles stiffened and the tumbler slipped out of his cold fingers. It didn’t shatter, but the rich liquid spilled all over the table. Your eyes flickered to the overturned glass, but Joel didn’t pay it any mind, too stunned to look at anything else but you.

“C-come again?” he stuttered, his voice strained and small. In the corner of his eye he noticed people at the next table glancing their way, alarmed by the noise, but he forced his attention back to you.

“This is my favorite song,” you explained shyly, an adorable blush spreading across your cheeks and neck. “So… may I have this dance, Joel?”

Now the people sitting around them definitely heard that, because they started smirking and whispering, and one person went to another group standing nearby on the dance floor. Joel felt his own face growing hot as he watched them pointing not-so-discreetly in his direction.

It was like the most wonderful dream and the most horrible nightmare come true at the same time.

He couldn’t do it. There was no way, not in front of all the people of Jackson who hated and despised him. He didn’t want to give them a show to gossip about or worse, subject you to their disdain.

But you still stood in front of his chair with an innocent, hopeful smile, though you started to shuffle the longer Joel was silent. The song – your favorite, supposedly – was passing in the background but you kept waiting patiently for an answer to your question.

He had to come up with something. Or just explain to you that he doesn’t dance – the sweet little thing you were, you’d probably understand and not pressure him into doing it. At least he hoped so.

C’mon, say somethin’.

“No.”

Your face fell instantly and Joel’s eyes widened at the mortifying realization of what just came out of his mouth.

Anythin’ but THAT.

You stared at him for a couple of seconds in the silence of the bar before your eyes started to glisten and you averted your gaze. Someone to Joel’s left snickered derisively and in the next second whispers erupted all around you two. You seemed to shrink in yourself, embarrassment and regret marking your beautiful face, and Joel’s heart almost broke when a tear slipped from your eye, and then another one fell down your other cheek.

“Okay,” you murmured, wiping the treacherous tears quickly and keeping your gaze trained on the floor. “Sorry. Sorry.”

You turned on your heel and went to exit the establishment, your step gradually turning into a run when the giggles and whispers around you became louder. The door swung open on the winter wind and just like that, you were gone.

Then all eyes turned to Joel – and the shame Joel felt increased at least tenfold.

He saw Tommy standing up and walking toward him from the other side of the room with worry written all over his face, but Joel didn’t stick around to hear what he had to say. He stood up and left through the same door you did, glaring threateningly at anyone stupid enough to still snicker at the situation they witnessed.

Ten minutes later Joel was standing in front of your door, trying to keep his knocking below the ‘desperate’ level.

He realized that he had to tell you. He intended to keep the feelings he harbored for you bottled up for the rest of his life but you needed to know the reason why he turned you down. You needed to hear from him that he cared about you, that it wasn’t some malicious act toward you but sheer cowardice stemming from the problem that he was madly in love with you.

“Hello? It’s… it’s Joel,” he choked out through his tight throat as he knocked again, a little louder this time. “Darlin’, can I talk to you?”

No response came, though he saw the lights in your house were on, and Joel had to take a deeper breath to calm his nerves. He prayed that he hadn’t completely screwed it up, but for now all the evidence spoke against him.

You wanted to dance with him. You gathered your courage just to ask him for a dance and he said no.

Joel knew he lost his chance. He lost you. You were his only friend in town and he somehow managed to fuck everything up with just one word.

He was so lost in his wallowing in despair that he almost missed the door opening slightly. In the gap of the doorway he caught a glimpse of your iris – and though it was only for a split second, Joel could clearly see that your eye was red. A pang of guilt pierced his chest but once you saw it was him, you shut the door again.

“No, darlin’, please. Please, just let me explain.” A wave of desperation and fear threatened to drown him and Joel’s heart clenched in his chest. “I’m so sorry, I acted like an asshole but I never wanted to hurt you, I just… I-I panicked.”

He was babbling, not even knowing if you were still there on the other side of the door, but the desperate and remorseful words were spilling out of him like a waterfall.

“I’m so sorry. Sweetheart…” Joel sighed, putting his hand on the cold wood of the door and listening for a couple of seconds, but there was no sound coming from inside. “Please. I’m beggin’ you, open the door.”

Then he heard something – a sound like blowing one’s nose. Joel froze for one, two… three seconds, and nearly collapsed in relief when you unlocked the door.

“You can come in,” you said, but didn’t meet his eyes. “You’re probably freezing, no?”

Joel nodded, feeling his throat going dry at the sorrowful sight of you. He crossed the threshold, closing the front door quietly behind him and looked you over. You hadn’t changed out of that pretty outfit of yours yet, although it was now covered by a long cardigan that you draped over your shoulders. In your hand you held a crumpled tissue but quickly pocketed it when Joel’s eyes fell on it.

He opened his mouth with a sharp inhale but before he could apologize, you beat him to it.

“I’m sorry for that,” you blurted out and glanced up at him but quickly looked down at the floor again. “I shouldn’t have asked you to dance in front of all those people and I overreacted because then everyone was looking at me… Look, it wasn’t even that big of a deal so don’t read into it. Everything is fine.”

“No, it’s not,” he said softly and you pressed your lips into a thin line. “You have nothin’ to apologize for. I’m sorry for embarrassin’ you. I panicked ‘cause I–”

“It’s fine,” you muttered again. “Just forget it.”

“I can’t. Listen, sweetheart, I panicked ‘cause I wish I could let myself read into it.”

Your head snapped up and Joel swallowed heavily, realizing how stupid that sounded.

“What I mean–” Fuck, he really was shit at talking so openly about these stuff. “I… I have feelings for ya. Had ‘em for a long time now but I never planned on actin’ on ‘em ‘cause I know I’m too old and you’d never…”

“You’re… really?” you asked with wide eyes, but he tuned your words out, fearing that you were going to kick him out at any second.

“I’m only tellin’ you all this ‘cause I need you to know I care about ya and I didn’t say ‘no’ outta malice or… or ‘cause I don’t like you. I do. Too much, I’m afraid.”

You were staring at him, mouth agape and silent. Joel didn’t move, awaiting your reaction – whether you tell him to get out or scream how disgusting he was, he was going to take it. And then, if you never want to see him again, he’ll accept it. One day. But he doubted his heart would ever recover.

“Let me fix it,” he begged, his voice just above a whisper when you didn’t give any reaction to his confession. “Please, darlin’.”

Your eyes skimmed over his face as you hummed to yourself, almost irritably calm. Joel swallowed, the weight of guilt and anticipation pulling him down – and he was ready to fall to his knees before you when finally you lifted your hand to brush his lower lip with your fingertips, so delicately he could barely feel it. He froze and tried not to breathe, not wanting to cause you to pull away.

“I noticed something when you were rambling,” you said with a hint of reflection. Joel had no idea what was happening or why were you acting that way, but he daren’t move. He briefly entertained a thought that he was dreaming, but then his attention got caught by the sight of the corner of your lips twitching slightly, as if you were keeping yourself from laughing.

His chest expanded with hope so strong, it was almost unbearably painful.

“What is it?” he forced himself to speak, the nerves making his voice weak and raspy.

“Your accent gets heavier when you’re nervous,” you mused, as though to yourself, now trailing your fingertips down his stubbly cheek. “It’s cute.”

His heart lurched at your words. You gazed up at him and absently bit your lip, which Joel found downright sinful.

“Do you have any idea how long it took me to gather the courage to make the first move?” Your words were bitter, but there was a trace of relief in your voice. Joel let your fingers wander across the lines of his jaw and cheekbones, wishing he had enough boldness to touch you like that, too, but suddenly, your hand stilled and your eyes met his again. “Did you mean it? The things you said?”

“Yes,” he answered without hesitation, his own fingers twitching as he restrained himself from reaching for you. His head was spinning, trying to comprehend the meaning of your actions and words. “But do you–”

You touched his lips lightly again, silencing his question, and your features slowly were overtaken by a large, bright smile, which seemed to lift all the heavy weight of worry from Joel’s shoulders.

“You wanted to fix it, right?” you asked in a teasing whisper. He nodded. “Then just ask me.”

You weren’t angry. You weren’t pulling away.

You wanted to dance with him and you gathered the courage to do so, and now Joel had to do the same. He couldn’t waste this second chance you gave him.

The corner of his lips quirked upwards and he exhaled shakily.

“May I have this dance?”

You pursed your lips to hide your joy and side-eyed him, but your eyes were sparkling with playfulness. “You know, I think I should respond the same way you did. Just to be fair.”

“Sweetheart, don’t play with this old man’s heart,” he whispered and smiled shyly when you giggled at the exasperation but also uncertainty in his voice. Joel still felt kind of out of it, too stunned to trust his mind that this was really happening – but the sound of your laughter brought him right back to Earth, to the place he wanted to be more than anywhere else.

“You’re lucky I’m feeling generous tonight, Miller.” You took his hand and brought it to your hip, making Joel’s breath hitch in his throat and cheeks grow warm. His reaction didn’t get past you, and you smiled at him so radiantly that his world started to spin. Then your arms wrapped around his neck and you pressed your body against his. “But you’ll have some atoning to do.”

His throat was dry, but Joel returned your shy smile, stepping to the side and guiding you carefully to the thumping rhythm of his heart.

And a couple of minutes later, after more hushed apologies and assurances during your slow-dancing, Joel placed his hand on your cheek, almost letting out a relieved whimper when you nuzzled your face into his palm.

And after another few minutes went by, when he leaned in and you didn’t stop his lips from meeting yours, he knew he was a goner.

He couldn’t get rid of the big smile on his face – perhaps the first real one since arriving in Jackson all those months ago.

#bluebeary-jay's 1k party #pedro pascal x reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller #pedro pascal #joel miller fluff #peepaw needs some love and we need a volunteer #joel miller x you #the last of us #i love writing joel so shy and fumbling over his words #he might be an unstoppable force and ready to kill people without batting an eye but he WILL blush while talking to a pretty girl

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tumblingxelian · 6 months ago

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I know it'll never happen in canon but I'd kind of love it if Emilie had been brought back (No afterlife wife for you Gabriel) & not being an idiot deduced her husband was Hawk Moth.

& like at first she figures she should let sleeping dogs lie, she doesn't want Adrien or herself hated for stuff Gabriel did & everyone seems fine right?

"Say where's your little friend Chloe?" "Oh we're not friends anymore, she's awful, she traumatized Marinette, became a supervillain and finally got banished with her mom. She was terrible since day one, I just never realized it." "I ... See..." (Notices Nathalie's brief deer in the headlights look) "You should meet Zoe, she's much better, Andre is much happier with her around!" "I'll have to do that." (Strained smile)

Cue a drawn out and seemingly very happy meeting with Andre & Zoe, and Zoe feeling quite welcomed but needing to leave to go hang with friends.

Cue Emilie turning all business the second the door closes.

"Andre you knew about the Peacock Miraculous, why didn't you tell anyone what Gabriel was doing?" "I couldn't be sure, gave him the benefit of the doubt and well, we all got a happy ending didn't we?" "You banished your daughter?" "She was abusing me, has been making me do horrible things she was a toddler." "..." (The fuck!?)

Follow that up with a brief and gentle talk with Marinette, broaching the subject of Derision Trauma.

"Trauma? I mean Chloe sucked and I'm glad she's gone, but she never traumatized me." "I see, Adrien seemed to feel differently." "Sorry no clue what that's about, though... He's been awfully weird about spiders lately. Like he expects them to make me breakdown crying or something, I can ask him about that if you want." "No need for that yet dear, now show me what you were working on." :)

(For those confused I am saying Lila basically orchestrated Derision, the only people in that pool room were Adrien & herself. Hence why it gets stuff wrong like Kim not being afraid of spiders)

Finally returning home to Nathalie she asks:

"Nathalie, I know you were Mayura, I know Gabriel was Hawk Moth, and I promise to only be mad at Gabriel if you tell me exactly what you two did to Chloe, and hell, everyone. I want all the detail. Now." (Several hours later into Nathalie's -How we broke several teenagers minds- Seminar) "What the fuck Nathalie?!" "You promised not to be mad!" "What did you expect me to say, congrats on breaking the minds of two teenage girls, one of whom just moved here & other being my god daughter!" "To be fair, Audrey & Andre being terrible parents helped a lot there." "You have no idea how little this is helping your case!"

Cue having to figure out how to fix this mess, if that is even possible.

#miraculous ladybug #emilie agreste #chloe bourgeois #Lila Rossi #Lila was basically partially akumatized hence going from a teen who wants attention to a monster #Chloe wasn't much better off just had a worse reaction to their efforts

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amaramizuki666 · 2 years ago

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dp x dc crossover unlikely find

dick held the tiny glowing child in one arm, close to his chest. the vigilante in the bat cave, decoding the information he got from the cults servers. dick glared at the screen, he felt angry and violated.

this cult stole some luthor tech and used the dna of “the ancient of space” the being they worshiped, and used nightwings dna to complete the missing dna sequence to “create the perfect vessel” for their space deity thing to inhabit.

dick looked down at the sleeping kid in his arms, the little boy had deathly pale skin, pointed ears, glowing teal eyes, and a head of fluffy black hair with white glowing dots that remind him of stars. the baby took a breath, “4 minuets” dick mumbled the child only takes a breath every 4 minutes.

dick remembers when he found the tot, he was on the floor surrounded by the broken glass of his pod and some liquid, dick feared the boy was dead.

but now dick was standing in a very empty batcave, wondering how to brake it to his family that he technically has a child with some non human being.

‘im gonna have to call constantine’ dick notes, he walked away from the bat computer and wrapped his other arm back around the baby.

dick felt so confused and overwhelmed. his dna was used without his consent, a unknowns dna was used without their consent. he had a kid now with no way to contact the other genetic donor if contastine doesn't know how.

should dick even try to contact the other donor? they obviously weren't human. but even then. dick would want to know if he had a test tube baby with someone, he would especially want to know if someone managed to get his dna.

“fuck” dick took out his phone and pressed on his top contact. “what do you need” johns voice rang tired and aggravated “john” dick says his breathing shaky and uneven “dick, ya ok kid?” constantine asked “i uh, i need your help will you come to the cave?” “yeah ill be right there just give me a five minutes” dick hung up and leaned against a table. he adjusted the baby in his arms. dick just hopes mama space wont be a big bad.

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constantine stared at the toddler in dicks arms. pure terror streaking over the blonds face “kid why are you holding a child of the infinite realms?!” “um i have no idea what the infinite realms is, this kid is mine” dick says rubbing the back of his neck.

“YOURS!?” “yeah made by a cult who mixed nightwings dna and the dna of this ancient they worshiped” the vigilante explained with a soft sigh.

johns face turned white “ancient?! do you know which ancient?” constantine asked. “um yeah the ancient of space? i actually called you to see if you could contact them” dick says and adjusts the sleeping toddler in his arms.

john is silent for a few moments before speaking “i actually know them personally, ill call them but i have no idea how they are going to react to this” he jesters to the child in dicks embrace.

dick watchers john closely while the blond pulls out his phone. After ringing a few times the person on the other end picks up. "Hay it's been awhile....... yeah I'm not calling about a demon issue this time....... um you see aparntly this cult- ......... yeah cults suck, but this cult got ahold of your dna...... yeah no clue how, but they also took nightwings dna and created a child...... yep uh so congrats it's a boy can you pop down here?... ok see ya in a few" dick watched as Constantine talked to his.. co-parent? With curiosity.

Once the conversation between the two was done John turned to dick "ok he will be here in a few he seems to have taken the news well" Constantine says.

As soon as the words left the blonds mouth a swirling Lazarus green portal opened in the cave. A young male looking around dicks are steps through.

Dicks breath catches in his throat as he stares at the being in front of him. He was wearing a jumpsuit that looked to be made of the night sky. He had hair as silver as the moon and eyes that shined Lazarus. His cheeks and pointed ears covered in consolations much like the boy in dicks arms.

His skin was a pale green till you get to the top half of his face where it looks as if his skin is made of the night. The beings gaze drifted from Constantine to dick to the child.

Dick instinctively held the little boy closer, the shifting of his tiny body causing the boy to wake and open his glowing Teal eyes. "I'm not a threat" the being says after assessing dick.

"I'm guessing your the poor guy who got roped into this mess" the being says and rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. Dick nods "yeah I'm nightwing, I'm guessing your the 'ancient of space'".

The being smiles at him, his sharp teeth showing "uh I prefer danny if ya wouldnt mind" dick raises an eyebrow at not just the name but at the males southern accent.

"Sure, then call me dick" the vigilante says, dicks gaze locked onto the being, watching for any signs of hostility. "Dick?" The being asked with a small snort "it's what my parents called me". "Well if you both arnt going to address the elephant in the room I am, so danny what are you planning to do with the kid?" Constantine questions.

The mood of the room becomes tense. The boy in dicks arms is trembling. "Well I assumed dick here wouldnt want to take care of a child at his age, what are you 20? Pluse being a vigilante. So I was gonna take the tot and raise him in the realms. I mean it would be better to keep the kid on the other side of the vale with his half ghost nature, and with the GIW still being around" danny says his glowing eyes holding dicks gaze, searching for something. Dick didnt know what.

"And besides I'm sure elle will be thrilled to have a brother" the being adds his gaze honeing in on the boy hideing his face in dicks chest. Dicks expression twisted into one of frustration.

"Then what I never get to see our kid again, your just gonna what take him?! You seem to have made all these decisions by yourself, when this is both of ours issue" dick snaps causing danny to flinch back.

"I didnt mean to make you upset. I just mean it would be safer and healthier for the kid to be with me. He needs a stable supply of ectoplasm to stay stable, pluse if the GIW gets ahold of him who knows what those fucks would do. Also I just assumed you wouldnt want anything to do with a kid made by our stolen dna, isnt that why you called? So you would have to deal with this?" The being says his arms crossed.

Dick flatly stared at the male "well you shouldnt have assumed, I called so we could work this out together. I'm not dumping our kid on you. Also who the fuck is the GIW." The vigilante states shifting the boy in his arms to his hip.

"Dont worry about that kid, danny and the JLD are taking care of them" john cut in and danny nodded. "Ok so we will be co-parenting then right?" Danny asks tilting his head "I mean i guess so also for the record I'm 26 not 20" dick says.

Danny smiles and walks closer to dick looking down at the kid in his arms. "Hi there my name is Danny but you can call me papa if ya want, I promise I'll keep you safe" danny says, the boy in dicks hold looks at him, his glowing Teal eyes study him for a moment before he turns, stretches his arms out, a silent demand for danny to hold him.

The being compiled without hesitation. Sweeping the boy from dicks arms holding him close to his chest. "Have you named him yet?" Danny's attention back to dick "um no I havent" the vigilante supplied.

"How about callisto?" Danny asked dick thought for a moment "sure why not". "Ok then its settled little tot your name is callisto." Danny says smiling softly at the boy. Dick watched in awe of the scene and only one word came to his mind watching Danny's face soften, beautiful.

Dick thought the being holding his child was very beautiful. "Ehm any way we should get to know eachother a bit better, mabey over a coffe" dick says before he could think. Danny raises a brow at him a smirk gracing his blue lips. "Are you asking me on a date hero boy?" Danny asked amusement clear In his tone.

Dicks smirked right back at the being "it Doesn't have to be but I wouldn't be opposed to the idea". "Well you cant jude me for fucking demons after this, I'm out have fun" Constantine says abruptly, yeeting himself through a portal.

Danny laughed "well then, how about I show you my haunt, it's where callisto will for the most part will be staying due to his biology. Then we can leave him there with my sister while we get that coffee, and who knows mabey I'll end up showing you my room" Danny says winking.

"Well then shall we" dick replays winking back makeing his way towards the Lazarus portal in the middle of the cave. Putting an extra sway to his hips while walking.

Danny whistles and follows after him, yeah mabey co-parenting with a non human will be some fun.

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Ok so yeah I've been kinda dead this part week, sorry. Also here are some fun little facts I wanted to add but couldnt fit in

- i picked callisto because it reminds me of constalation

-callisto is wearing one of steph's shirts

-dannys isnt the ghost king

-danny is a full ghost, he was killed by the GIW, along with everyone else in amity

-dannys haunt is an amity look alike but it has an observatory like building in the center that is Danny's home, pluse the whole town looks very spacey

-dan is rehabilitated and is basically Danny's big brother figure

-everyone in amity came back as ghosts because of the ecto contamination, and because of the violent deaths they faced by the GIW

-danny is working with the JLD to decimate the GIW

#writing prompt #writing #danny phantom #dialogue prompt #danny fenton #dc x dp #dc #dc comics #batfam #my writing #justice league #john constantine #jld #danny x nightwing #danny phantom x dick grayson #dick grayson #danny has a space obsession #dick has no right to judge johns bed partners anymore

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ddejavvu · 2 years ago

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Fighting for my life from the simple idea of getting knocked up from Rooster or Hangman but not being sure who’s kid it is and you are all like ‘well shit?’

The thing you hadn't considered about your impromptu and barely-spoken of threesome with your best friends was pregnancy. Because of course you wouldn't get pregnant. There's no way that would happen to you.

The third day of waking up sick clues you in. It happened to you, it is happening to you, you are pregnant.

The grip you sling around Bradley and Jake's wrists as you drag them away from their breakfasts nearly breaks their arms, and they follow you with a steady stream of complaints coming from their mouths.

"Ouch! Jesus, Y/L/N," Jake huffs, rubbing his aching wrist when you release it and stare them down in the single-celled bathroom, "What's your problem?"

"My problem is you," You gush, glaring at them with fury that made their stomachs turn. They'd been talked down to for their entire careers, but nothing was scarier than you.

"You and your stupid fucking dicks," You point accusatorily at them, and each man shields his own in slight terror.

"What.. what about 'em?" Bradley pushes tentatively.

"One of them put a baby in me," You fume, "I'm pregnant!"

You're not expecting their faces to light up.

"Oh my god!" Bradley grins, reaching for you, "That's- that's amazing!"

"Congrats, darlin'." Jake grins, eyes shining with glee instead of the despair you'd imagined.

"This is not a happy moment!" You insist, swatting Bradley's hands away from where they're trying to pull your hips forwards, "I can't have a baby! I need to work!

"That's why they've got maternity leave," Jake reminds you, "You'll be back on your feet in no time, Y/N."

"No, I- you don't understand! I do not have enough money to take time off of work. If I cannot work, I cannot live. And if I cannot live, neither can my baby."

They share a quick glance, nothing more than a second, but you catch it.

"We'll help," Bradley's speaking cautiously, disbelief clinging to his voice, "You know that, right?"

"I think my mama'd drop dead if she heard I was ditchin' you with my baby." Jake chuckles, "We'll help y'out."

"You don't know if it's yours," Bradley scoffs, chest puffed out, "Cool it, Hangman."

"You guys don't have to help," You groan, hands circling your stomach. It's not swollen yet, but you know there's a baby in there, and it feels right.

"It's my baby, and- and neither of you asked for this."

"Well you didn't either," Bradley uncrosses his arms, reaching once more for you, a gesture that you accept this time, "Listen, Y/N. We're here for you, okay? None of us asked for this but we all got it, and we're all gonna see it through to the end."

"Even if it ends up being Bradshaw's," Jake drawls, stepping closer from behind to smooth a hand down your back where you're pressed chest-to-chest with jake in a hug, "I'll be on babysittin' duty."

"We won't know for a while," You sigh, "Who's it is, I mean. You guys are gonna get emotionally involved, and- and then one of you will just be let off. I'm sorry, fuck, I-"

"Hey," Bradley croons, arms squeezing you tighter, gently so, "It's okay honey. We'll get through it, remember?"

"And we'll know right away," Jake insists, wearing the most smug grin you've ever seen on him - an expression deserving of the quip paired with it: "If the baby comes out with a stupid mustache, it's Bradshaw's."

"Yeah," Bradley croons, sneering at Jake over your shoulder, "And if it comes out ugly, it's Hangman's."

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kitkatpancakestack · 2 years ago

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I've never published for this fandom before and full disclosure I only got like a fourth of the way into the movie before I had to stop, but we all know how it ends and also how can you not want to write something after that dumpster fire, jfc. A bittersweet ficlet for my bittersweet heart.

The jeep idles with a pleasant rumble, the steering wheel vibrating against the fragile pads of his fingers. Eli doesn't have to try hard at all to imagine his father's cocky half-grin, his fingers' smooth scritchy-scratch over his beard as he laughs, Listen to her purr; she never could resist me.

Congrats dad, you're a mechanic. You did the bare minimum of your job.

That's because you don't understand the conditions I'm working under. Come on, come look under the hood.

Dad.

Son.

I hate cars.

Maybe, but you can't hate this one. If anything ever happens to me, it'll be your job to keep this tragedy alive. Now come here.

Eli shuts off the ignition and stares up at the house in front of him. He guesses after making the entire road trip without issue, maybe his dad knew what he was talking about with the jeep.

The door creaks and slams shut with a dull thud. He drags himself up the porch but doesn't knock; he hears movement inside, shuffling closer, a heartbeat picking up rhythm.

The door opens. Socks enter his field of vision where his gaze is trained steadfastly on the wooden slats. The socks cross at the ankle. The wood shifts, as if the person has propped their shoulder against the doorjam.

His head and his heart and his throat are a sticky, impossible mess. All this time to think of a conversation opener and he doesn't have a clue how to start.

The man asks, "Do you even have your permit yet?"

The air around him thickens, suffocating, all the shit he repressed during his car ride avalanching him all at once. "The jeep didn't break down. Not a single time."

The corners of the man's eyes crinkle as he looks over Eli's shoulder. "How about that." Another beat of silence, and then, "I know it sounds impossible, but the moment it happened, I felt it."

A moment passes, interrupted by a breeze carrying a litany of unfamiliar scents, and still, in the hodgepodge, something familiar: his father's aftershave, his greasy hands after working on a car, his breath after morning coffee.

Eli chokes out a sob and says, "I need you."

Stiles steps over the threshold and says, "I'm here."

#kitkat writes #tw fic #sterek #i guess??#eli hale #stiles stilinski #teen wolf movie

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yourtoradorasextendedwarranty · 3 months ago

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The “protect kids” crowd has been awfully quiet about the guy who r*ped a 12 year old competing at the Olympics

But you seem really happy to joke about a cis woman getting beaten up for a condition she can't control.

Noticing 🤔

So fun fact. I'm not all seeing it all knowing in any way whatsoever. And contrary to popular belief, I have a life outside of my interactions online. Also I'm pretty sure I've made ZERO jokes about the biological female that got her shit punched in.

Sounds like projection to me. Also, unless you have proof of conviction or exceptionally hard to dismiss allegations with credible evidence, a person is not a pedo because you say they are. If you have either of those things I'll mention them. But after the shit show that was opening ceremonies, I've stayed away from the Olympics outside of the Turkish guy looking like some dad normie. Because it's so out of sorts with the rest of the competitions.

And other than 2 biological males competing in the boxing matches (there's ZERO proof that they have generic disorders outside of a county saying "we investigated ourselves and found we did nothing wrong". No country is going to admit that willingly. Russia had to have its women tested outside of Russia DOZENS of times because they refused to admit they had them on enhancement drugs for years.

And if that's what this is about, there's a reason I haven't talked about it. And it's because again there's ZERO evidence they are females with generic disorders. Other than the people making the claims. What we do know is that they effectively tested male at world championships and got thrown out, but somehow, some way, they weren't tested during the Olympics or were and were allowed to compete regardless. Which is contrary to many years prior to now.

If that isn't what this is about then I have no clue what the fuck you are on about. And I sure as shit don't know anything about a supposed pedophile. But congrats I'm talking about it. Again no fucking clue what you mean about me making jokes other than the random normie looking guy. He's basically the only person I've made jokes about.

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freesia-writes · 1 year ago

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if it's not too much trouble could I request gn reader x crosshair with number 16 🫣 and preferably cross saying the "line"

thanks so much and congrats on 500 followers 😊💕

Never too much trouble. <3 Hope I did it justice!

Crosshair: #16 - "I've seen the way you look at me, when you think I'm not looking. You don't think I've noticed…"

Word Count: 2.7k Content: Kissin, Harder Kissin, and general Crosshair a**holery.

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The door to the shop swung open with a dainty tinkle from the bell, and you looked up from your book behind the counter to see who it was. Him again. That lanky newcomer who had originally visited a few weeks ago with a similarly tall, skinny man he’d introduced as his brother. They were both equipped with a curious array of armor, splashed with red accents across the gray, and were quite unique-looking, catching your interest immediately. The first had approached the counter with a squint of scrutiny at the menu, scanning the lists of loose-leaf teas you offered, and the second had simply lurked behind, lazily rolling a toothpick from one side of his mouth to the other.

“For increased muscular vascularity and general circulation, which of the following options would you surmise is the most concentrated and potent? The cinnamon green tea or the hawthorne root tea?” the bespectacled one inquired, looking up to you and continuing quickly as though his question needed to be justified, “I understand they are both useful for that purpose, but am curious if you’re aware of the concentration levels of your particular strains.”

He was regarding you so earnestly that you couldn’t tell whether to be pissed off or amused, but the eyeroll from his companion behind him pushed you more toward amusement. You made a thinking face, twisting your lips to one side and furrowing your brow, and considered the question. To be completely honest, you didn’t have a damn clue, but didn’t want to appear completely inept. Fortunately, your pondering was interrupted by the impatient lurker.

“We’ll just take four of whichever one tastes the least disgusting,” he hissed, and his smooth, silken voice gave you a surprising case of tingles down your spine. You couldn’t help but laugh at his approach to the matter, and he raised an eyebrow at your levity in response to his seemingly intimidating demeanor.

“Definitely the cinnamon green tea,” you affirmed, turning to begin preparing them at his brother’s shrug and nod. “The hawthorne root is… an acquired taste… Although you might like it.” You directed the last little jab at the brooding one in the back, suddenly emboldened for some reason. He had some kind of magnetism about him, and you were always up for some playful verbal sparring.

“An astute assessment,” the first one chimed in. “Crosshair is particularly fond of things that most others dislike,” he said factually, earning yet another eye roll as his brother turned to wait in a nearby booth, completely ignoring both of you. “I am Tech,” the first one offered, moving the conversation along. “How much will it be?”

You finished your transaction, passed the steaming hot cups to them in a carrier that neatly held all four together, and wished them a good day, watching them disappear out the door, thoughts lingering on Grumpy Toothpick man. His silvery gray hair had made him look older than the other, but his sharp face and brown eyes were not aged at all. You found yourself ruminating with an unnatural amount of curiosity over the next few days, replaying the interaction in your head and trying to nail down what it was that you found so fascinating about him.

They had made a habit of coming in after that, about every few days, sometimes longer. They tried different teas, and Crosshair was occasionally accompanied by different members of the squad. You enjoyed meeting Hunter and Wrecker and smugly noted that Crosshair had been part of the group for every visit. You tried to make small talk, but Wrecker was the only one who seemed to enjoy it, while the rest were not even remotely interested but would put up with it for the sake of civility. Crosshair, however, had developed a little competition with you, where the two of you would exchange little jabs and playful snarky comments each time.

It felt ridiculous, but you felt a growing suspicion that there was a lot more to him than what you were seeing on the surface, and there was an inescapable desire to find out what it was. During one of their visits, while Wrecker bullied a scowling Crosshair in the corner, Tech dropped a data card on the counter, pushing it toward you with a proud look on his face.

“Here is a detailed comparison of the types of teas from across the galaxy, with insightful information about a variety of their uses and applications, as drinks and many other options,” he prattled, tapping it with his finger as he spoke.

“Aw, Tech, thank you! That sounds fantastic,” you answered sincerely, feeling warmed that he had gone out of his way. "That was kind of you to think of me."

“It was Crosshair, actually,” Tech said abruptly, “Although, on second thought, perhaps he didn’t want me to say anything since he made me bring it up here. Disregard that, please.”

You chuckled at the way he treated you like a computer that could be given such straightforward tasks, and also felt a little flutter in your chest at an overt sign of kindness from the aloof sniper. You glanced over at him in the corner, where he was digging an elbow into Wrecker’s side as he held him in a headlock, rustling his gray hair with an oversized hand, and smiled fondly. Once the drinks were made and handed out, the three of them headed for the door, and you decided to go for it.

“Hey, Crosshair, could I have a word real quick?” you said, voice cracking even though you were trying to sound confident.

Without answering, he hung back while the others continued out to the street, slowly turning to face you and leaning against the door frame. They always seemed to visit during the quietest hours, and you were grateful for the lack of an audience as you approached, suddenly becoming aware of his height and how it made his presence a little more intimidating the closer you came.

“Problem?” he crooned, and the reaction within you felt disproportionate. What the kriff was so alluring about him anyway?

“No. I just wanted to thank you for the tea data. That was sweet,” you trying to keep your tone light and easy-going.

“Mm,” he rumbled, shifting uncomfortably on his feet, “Tech found it.”

“Ah,” you said, heart sinking a little at his diversion. “Well, I appreciate it.”

He nodded, sidling out the door without another word.

The next couple of visits had you noticing that Crosshair was notably absent from the group, and you were kicking yourself for scaring him off. But there was also a sense of indignation. He was the only one able to share anything beyond hello and goodbye? You couldn’t quite pin him down but decided to let it go. You didn’t have time for games. Perhaps you'd have engaged in it when you were younger, but now you were more confident in what you wanted and what you were willing to do. Let him reach out if he wanted any sense of connection.

Their visits begin to shift, and the squad would sometimes enjoy their drinks in a corner booth, working on various armor repairs, datapad inquiries, or weapon inspections. You snuck glances as often as you could, marveling at his intimidating rifle as well as the adeptness with which he handled it. You’d always been a sucker for the type that needed to be drawn out of their shell, and you found your mind wandering toward him more often. You did your best to keep your eyes on your book where you sat behind the counter during the quiet hours while they tinkered, chatted, and enjoyed their drinks, but you also did take every opportunity to try to engage him in conversation above and beyond the witty jabs. It felt like he was toying with you, seeming to be more friendly and connective one visit, then being equally aloof and reserved the next. The tension was mesmerizing, and while your friends told you that you were an idiot for entertaining any of it, it was an enticing little perk in your otherwise quiet life.

Until it wasn’t. One day, when you felt as though you were drowning in a cascade of bad news that you had received all at once, from your landlord changing your contract to a hugely painful family divide, Crosshair walked in by himself. It was almost closing time, and the exhaustion of holding up a cheerful façade all day to your customers was wearing you down to the last nerve.

“What’ll it be today?” you asked flatly, as he approached the counter.

“That’s not very good customer service,” Crosshair needled, arching a sharp eyebrow at you. Even his silken purr wasn’t enough to pull you out of your funk, and you slumped onto one hip, eyeing him with thinly veiled frustration.

“I’m not in the mood for it tonight, Crosshair,” you snapped, and both his eyebrows joined together high on his forehead. “What’ll it be?” He squinted and scowled, repeating the usual order and pushing a few credits across the counter. As you picked them up, tapping on the register, you kept your eyes down, unwilling to engage. “Sorry,” you mumbled finally, the anger slowly ebbing away as he quietly waited without pressing. “It’s been the worst day in a long time.”

“Hmm,” he answered, in as much of a sympathetic tone as you believed you’d ever get from him, and you turned to make the drinks. The silence between the two of you was palpable, and where most people would busy themselves with a datapad, or look around, or chat with a friend while they waited for their orders, he stood still, quiet, observing. It was unnerving, and you felt a mess of emotions, simultaneously wanting to punch him and rip his shirt off. You made a mental note to go to bed early, or perhaps to go to a club and forget it all so you could return to your usual clear head.

“Here you go,” you grumbled, pushing the four-cup carrier toward him across the counter. He watched it come his way, then slowly lifted his gaze to your face. You could feel it, and couldn’t resist meeting his eyes, your heart skipping a beat at the smoldering intensity in their amber depths. He slowly moved forward, wrapping his long fingers around the edges of the carrier, and you noticed out of the blue that his mouth was missing its usual toothpick. Why you were looking at his mouth, you didn’t know, but you noticed the slight curve of his thin bottom lip, the gentle peaks of his upper... You snapped out of it, turning to pick up a rag at the far end of the counter and venture out to wipe off some tables.

He smirked at your retreating back, picking up the order and heading for the door. But as he reached it, he set his cups on the table to the side, slowly turning around to meet you where you were furiously scrubbing a sticky spot on the corner booth, taking out all your pent-up frustration via a microfiber towel on its surface. You didn’t even hear him approach, whether it was because he was silent as a cat or you were thoroughly engrossed in cursing various elements of your life, but when his hand suddenly covered yours, stopping your frantic wiping, you startled in surprise, jerking your head up with a slightly embarrassing yelp.

“Geez, Crosshair,” you breathed, not knowing that the way you exhaled his name sent a flush of warmth through his body. “What are you doing?” Truth be told, he didn’t really know, but the simmering interest and desire had been growing within him as well, and your vulnerable state had sparked an oddly protective sense in him. Not that he would ever admit it.

"I've seen the way you look at me, when you think I'm not looking. You don't think I've noticed…" he said, voice barely above a whisper, just enough to have that rich timbre that lingered in your ears. An exhilarating chill went through your body, and you noticed he still hadn’t removed his hand from yours. You stared into his face, incomprehensibly severe yet somehow soft, and felt your stomach flip as he tilted his head, regarding you with a gentleness you’d never seen before. “I thought perhaps I could lift your spirits a little,” he purred, and you swallowed. Hard. It was a whirlwind of responses running through your head, from a flushed yearning to an indignant rage. He lowered his head slightly, still gazing at you from beneath his distinctive eyebrows, and you went with the latter.

“What the kriff?!” you began, and he flinched but didn’t recoil. You jerked your hand out from under his, jabbing a finger into his chest as you continued, “You think you can just be hot and then cold, friendly and then distant, and just swoop in thinking you’re hot sh*t all of a sudden?” You took a deep breath, readying another barrage, but he lifted a single, slender finger to your lips, somehow taking all the wind out of your sails.

“Would you like me to leave?” he whispered, and your resolve melted away at the reaction you got from the mere touch of his hand. You shook your head minutely, unable to take your eyes from his, and he instead brushed the backs of his fingertips across your cheek. In all the times you’d imagined what he would be like in a romantic sense (which was never, thankyouverymuch), you’d always taken him for the rough, cold sort -- very different from the warmth and precision with which he was caressing your face. Your hand tightened around the rag as he leaned closer, one millimeter at a time, and breathed his response: “Good.”

Whether it was the culmination of the emotional roller coaster of the day, or the angsty yearning you’d been harboring toward him, or the insanely sensual way he was able to purr a single word and send a hot flash of desire through your very core, it sent you over the edge. You closed the distance between your faces in a second, pressing your lips to his with all the urgency and need that was spilling over. His arms were around you immediately, a tiny, smug chuckle rumbling in his chest as he kissed you, gently at first, then with a slight edge as he nipped your bottom lip. Your hands pressed into his back, fingers tightening with passion.

It felt like a second and an eternity when you separated, taking a deep breath, and you pushed some hair out of your flustered face with a shaky hand. You were flushed across both cheeks, eyes wide with surprise and delight, and stood in stark contrast to the icy cool composure that enrobed him. That incensed you a bit, so you gave him a playful smack on the shoulder, earning a squint in return.

“You don’t get to be totally chill all the time,” you quipped, and his snarky retort was lost in oblivion as he kissed you again. He stepped closer, pressing his body against yours, making your knees feel wobbly. Your hand roved up his neck, fingers weaving through his silver hair, and nestled against the back of his head. He deepened the kiss, flicking then sliding his tongue against yours in a way that sent sparks through your head as your mouths met again and again. You clenched his hair in a gentle fist, eliciting a growl of desire from Crosshair, and you knew you were hopelessly lost.

When you parted minutes later, slightly sweaty and in complete disarray, he released you slowly, his hand lingering on your waist as you leaned against the tall booth backrest behind you. The rest was a blur -- cheesy comments about what had happened, sarcastic retorts, and beneath it all, a new sense of vulnerability, connection, and authenticity. Crosshair took his room-temperature drinks out the door, back to his smooth-moving self, and you stared after him, still in a daze. His foot jammed in the door just as it was about to close, and he leaned back in.

“By the way,” he tossed, “I don’t even like tea.”

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FULL DISCLOSURE -- the setting/meeting of this Crosshair/reader was inspired by this fic by MelMorganne99 on Ao3. I tweaked it to be a tea shop, and it’s not an AU, but still felt as though credit was due. If you’re looking for a long, engaging, fun, amazing AU slow burn with Crosshair and an OC, give it a read!

Roasted, Brewed & Served with Attitude - MelMorganne99 - Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon) [Archive of Our Own]

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moodymisty · 1 year ago

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Hello! Hope you are well! May I request some headcannons of how would the horsemen would show support for any achievements of a female y/n? Thank you! (Had to do some presentation on a business case, I worked on to the big bosses and I'm just happy to have got it over with but love your writing and four takes wholesome)

Author's Note: Hey, congrats! Presentations are a nightmare I am not a good person for rehearsed speaking so glad it went well. Here's some cute HCs, I kept the achievements vague so anyone can have their little supportive Horsemen. I hope this is close enough to what you had in mind :3

Relationships: Death/Gn!Reader, War/Gn!Reader, Strife/Gn!Reader, Fury/Gn!Reader (I just so happened to write them in a way that they turned out with no pronouns)

Warnings: None

✦ Death ✦

Death is definitely the most quiet and least outgoing of them all

But you know him, and that even the smallest thing is huge coming from him. Death isn't exactly used to or is good at giving praise. That wasn't something the Nephilim, in particular the first born were good at.

But Death knows you're happy, and it's an emotion that's somewhat infectious. No matter how much he might try to stop it.

He's so awkward, and at one point you think it's because he's uncomfortable but it's more so that he wants to make sure he does it right. The last thing he wants to do is spoil your joy, he gets to see that sort of thing so rarely.

You get a pat on the end after everything, because he secretly thinks it's funny when you get mad about him ruffling your hair.

✦ War ✦

War doesn't do things half baked. So even if he may not fully understand or have the same love for whatever you're proud of, he's just as proud.

Even if he doesn't quite look it. He's always got that stoic face, but he's happy, deep down.

Anyone who doesn't agree gets their ass beat. Like War will throw hands if someone tries to talk down your accomplishment. Even his siblings; If one of them makes a joke War will threaten to make a Strife-shaped hole in the wall.

It's funny (and cute) to feel him stiffen up when you suddenly hug him in your excitement, as he's still often surprised by that sort of thing.

He'll put his good hand on your back and tell you he's proud and even if the words taste odd on his tongue, they don't taste bad either.

✦ Fury ✦

Besides Strife, Fury is by far the most overt of the four of them.

Massive 'of course you did well I know you would, you were silly for doubting yourself' energy. She has complete faith in your competency even if you don't.

You aren't just anyone afterall; You're her favorite human, and nothing as silly as whatever you were worried about completing is going to stop you. Especially with her at your side.

Will roll her eyes if you ever had any doubt you would do poorly.

She'll quit it if you glare up at her, and even though she doesn't know why in the realms you'd ever doubt yourself, she assumes it's a human thing.

Will absolutely give you a hug when prompted. She claims it's too touchy-feely but she won't let go for a suspiciously long amount of time when you do eventually try to get away.

✦ Strife ✦

Ultimate cheerleader. Seriously.

Strife yearns to give you all the support that he wishes he got through all of his dark times, so sometimes you end up drowning in his positive affirmations. Even if he has zero clue what your accomplishment was, he's hyped.

He just has a lot of love in him for you that he has trouble showing you, and this is a way he can.

Also you've always been there for him, even when he's being a self-proclaimed 'irritable piece of a shit', so he's eager to return the favor. It's the least he can do.

If you let him bribe you while you were working on whatever you've now completed, expect that reward. Strife has a tendency to barter with increasingly grandiose and also often lewd promises, so I hope you have the day cleared.

All and all, Strife tries. And even if he's abit scatterbrained, you still love him.

#darksiders x reader #darksiders strife x reader #darksiders death x reader #darksiders fury x reader #darksiders war x reader #reader insert #reader #mywriting

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tdoong15 · 4 months ago

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hello, congrats with being done with college for now, am here to request a little jeongyeon where she go's to a dog shelter to do some volenteer work with mommy hyo and big sister tzuyu where she helps cleaning the cages and play with the dogs and she just has a amazing day

Hello chimp, of course I'll do this. I'm so sorry that it took me this long to respond.

Little!Jeongyeon. Bigsis!Tzuyu. Cg!Jihyo

Warnings: none

Volunteers

Jeongyeon was on her iPad watching Blues Clues when an ad popped up on the screen about a dog shelter wanting volunteers to help them out with aiding around the shelter along with having the opportunity to meet some of the dogs staying at the shelter which wasn't too far away from where the dorm was.

It was simply an opportunity that Jeongyeon couldn't miss out on so she paused on the ad and she quickly ran to try and find her mommy, however, during her search she had bumped into Tzuyu, who was as equally passionate about taking care of dogs as Jeongyeon, which caused them to both fall onto the floor. “Why are you in a hurry, Jeongie?” Tzuyu asks while she stands back up. Jeongyeon was quick to answer Tzuyu's question. “Doggies! Wook!” Jeongyeon showed the screen of her iPad to Tzuyu.

“Well, what are we waiting for? Let's find Mommy!” Tzuyu yells as she holds Jeongyeon's hand and starts running around the dorm until they find Jihyo in her room, replacing a broken lightbulb in her room. “Mommy, mommy! ‘eed to see doggies, please!” Jeongyeon stuck her iPad in the air for Jihyo to look at what she was talking about. “Oh you two want to go to a dog shelter? I don't see anything wrong with it at all so I think we can go to it.” Jihyo mentions once she had finished with swapping out the lightbulbs.

Tzuyu and Jeongyeon hugged each other, cheering as they were allowed to go to the shelter. When they finished hugging, Jeongyeon pressed a button which sent them over to the website so Jihyo could sign them all up to the volunteering opportunity. “Hurwy up, mommy.” Jeongyeon tells her caregiver as both her and Tzuyu were desperate to do the job since it involved one of the things they both loved the most.

“Okay, just hang on for a minute… alright, done!” Jihyo says to the regressed girls, who were now running around the room out of happiness that they were able to do what they wanted. “Thank you, mommy!” Tzuyu says with a grin on her face, the girl then hugs Jihyo tightly and Jeongyeon was quick to follow in Tzuyu's steps. “Now we have to get ready for the job, because I know that they won't let us show up in our pyjamas.” Jihyo comments which earned giggles coming from Jeongyeon and Tzuyu.

When the trio stopped hugging, Tzuyu went over to her room so she could get dressed, leaving Jihyo and Jeongyeon in Jihyo's room together. “Alright let's get you ready first, sweetheart.” Jihyo says whilst she picked up Jeongyeon so they could check the closet for anything that Jeongyeon wanted to wear. In the end Jeongyeon decided to pick out a brown striped shirt with dark green overalls and some converse to finish off the outfit.

Jihyo decided to simply wear a white T-shirt and sweatpants, Tzuyu also returned wearing her outfit which was a 101 Dalmatians shirt with a skirt to go along with it. “I think we're all ready to go now.” Jihyo says as she grabs both Jeongyeon’s and Tzuyu's hands so she could lead them to the car without much hassle. It wasn't bad at all in fact, the two girls tried to help Jihyo themselves by getting into the car and buckling up.

“Aww thanks a lot buds, I just need to make sure that you're both properly secure.” Jihyo goes around and checks the littles’ seatbelts, once she was satisfied with the fact that they would both be safe she goes over to the drivers side and sorts herself out so she could start the journey to the dog shelter. Jeongyeon was absolutely buzzing with excitement, she often went to dog shelters with Tzuyu and her older sister, Seungyeon, but now she gets to go with her mommy instead.

After around 25 minutes, the trio made it to the shelter, both Tzuyu and Jeongyeon had their faces pressed against the windows since they wanted to know if they could spot any of the dogs, unfortunately, they didn't but their enthusiasm still remained high as Jihyo parked the car and helped to unbuckle them as they were quickly becoming overly happy about the fact that they were going to be able to see the dogs that they were going to take care for.

When they were out of the car Tzuyu took Jeongyeon's hand and she basically blasted off to the main office area. “Tzu, sweetie, don't run too far away!” Jihyo yells, not in an angry way, more like a concerned way. In response she heard a loud laugh coming from Jeongyeon which made her calm down and know that the duo were completely safe. Jihyo was able to catch up with JeongTzu after 5 minutes and when she saw them she was quite surprised by the fact that they were already in the uniform they needed.

“Tzutzu, helped me out, mommy.” Jeongyeon comments since she saw the shocked look on Jihyo's face, Tzuyu had a wide grin on her face because she felt proud of what Jeongyeon said and the smile which was now on Jihyo's face. “Wow you're such good girls for getting ready so quickly, just stay here while I sort myself out.” Jihyo places kisses on Tzuyu's and Jeongyeon's cheeks before she went to put on the same uniform that the other two did.

Now it was finally time for all three of them to do what they've been waiting for, actually being able to help with taking care of the dog shelter. “Wet's GOOOOO!” Jeongyeon shouts in excitement but she was stopped by one of the workers. “We appreciate your excitement but you three just need to sign these things so we know some of the necessary things.” The worker explains as she handed the pieces of paper to Jeongyeon, Jihyo and Tzuyu, the two littles just scribbled on the line and acted like it was a signature whilst Jihyo actually gave her signature.

“Okay, let's go now!” Tzuyu says and she lets Jeongyeon lead the way to where all the dogs were since it was her idea in the first place. Jeongyeon took it as an accomplishment that she got to be the leader of the group despite the fact that she was technically the youngest out of them all. The day consisted of them having to clean out all of the cages that the dogs stayed in and replacing them with new and more fresh items as well as toys so the dogs can be comforted and have fun.

Jeongyeon was thrilled with the fact that she was able to be with her favorite thing in the world plus her mommy and sister. She definitely helped around quite a lot but most of the time she got distracted by what the dogs were doing and she constantly played games with them. For example, fetch, her cheers and giggles could be heard from all across the shelter as more and more dogs showed up to play with her.

“Hey why isn't Jeongie picking up the mess?” Tzuyu questions Jihyo who simply chuckled and responded. “Well she is helping us by keeping the doggies distracted so they don't disturb us while we clear up their mess.” Tzuyu nods her head, understanding what Jihyo meant and she didn't bother to ask any more questions about it since she knew that Jeongyeon was enjoying herself and who was she to burst that bubble.

Hello everyone. I hope you all enjoyed this and that your day/evening/night is going really well. It's okay if it isn't as we all have bad days, just remember you are not alone and you're loved ♡

By the way this is what I based Jeongyeon's clothes off

#twice #sfw agere #twice agere #sfw caregiver #bigsis!tzuyu #cg!jihyo #little!jeongyeon

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george-weasleys-girl · 1 year ago

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Ahhhh Freddie requests ❤️ Could I possibly request Fred doing something similar to the scene from "10 Things I Hate About You". The part with Heath Ledger singing to her. Please and congrats!

Opposites Attract - Pt. 5

Song: It had to be You - Frank Sinatra

Sorry it took sooo long. I've been holding on to this request since January just for the series finale.

Fred's POV

Three weeks.

Three weeks had passed since they'd last spoke. Three weeks since Y/N had even acknowledged his presence.

Fred had not thought it possible to miss someone so much. She haunted his thoughts and his dreams relentlessly. And even though he no longer tried talking to her, he'd find himself sneaking peeks at her during mealtimes and in potions class or scanning the hallways for a momentary glimpse of her.

It was driving him crazy.

"I need to do something," Fred mumbled while he and George headed to lunch. "Something grand."

"Need to do something about what?"

"Y/N," Fred sighed. "I need to get her back, but she won't even look at me."

"Ah," George replied. He should've known. His poor brother had been distracted and depressed ever since Y/N had broken up with him. "What did you have in mind?"

"No clue," he answered. "But it's got to be something big and unique and special. Something that says I'm sorry, and I still love her."

George nodded. "Nothing comes to mind at the moment. But I'll help you brainstorm tonight after dinner."

"Thanks, mate," Fred replied. "That'd be great. Godric knows I need all the help I can get."

~•~

Y/N's POV

Y/N watched Fred out of the corner of her eye. He and George had just entered the Great Hall. Merlin, she missed him. She hated herself for missing him so much.

"Just go talk to him," Beth whispered.

Y/N shook her head. "No."

"It's obvious that you miss him."

"Just because I miss somebody doesn't mean I should let them back into my life," Y/N huffed. "I've told you he said."

"Yes, you did," Beth responded. "And I told you that you were overreacting."

"I'm not overreacting!" Y/N asserted louder than she intended, causing quite a few faces to turn her way. Much to her relief, she was too far away for her voice to reach the ears of a certain redhead.

"Fine, suit yourself," her friend rolled her eyes and went back to eating her lunch.

Y/N sighed. She'd told her best mates about what Fred had said and they all told her the same thing.

"You're overreacting."

"You let your emotions control you."

"You really should talk to him."

~•~

Would they still say the same, she wondered, if they knew about her talk with Snape? She hadn't told anyone about that conversation. Not because she thought it should be particularly secret, but because deep down, she knew they would still say the same thing. Then she'd have to admit Snape was wrong and, therefore, she was wrong. And she wasn't ready to admit that she'd fucked up. That she'd been stupid idiot.

Snape's POV

"You seem downright chipper these days," McGonagall observed Snape's unprecedented grin.

Snape was quite pleased with himself. He'd succeeded in saving his star pupil from making a terrible mistake. Sure, she was sad, and that was regrettable. But that was to be expected in these situations, and besides, Y/N would be over the dim-witted dolt in no time.

"It will soon be summer break," he said simply.

It was true that he always looked forward to the summer and two months of freedom from the feckless peanut gallery. But that was only part of the reason for his uncharacteristic good mood.

"Mmph," McGonagall watched her usually somber colleague for a moment more, certain he must've slipped and hit his head recently.

~•~

Fred's POV

It was well past midnight when Fred threw his hands in the air. "This is hopeless. Everything's been so overdone."

George sighed and flopped back on his bed. Every suggestion he'd come up with, Fred had shot down. "So what? Just pick one and put your Fred Weasley flair to it. You'll do great."

"Or I could just give up."

"Or you just sing her song." The groggy voice of his other roommate Lee drifted across the room.

"What?" Fred stared at his friend.

"You have a decent singing voice," Lee explained. "Sing her a song."

Fred looked at George, who only shrugged. "Sounds good to me."

A smile broke out across Fred's face. "Alright, that's what I'll do! Ok so the first thing we need to do - "

"Is go to sleep!" George and Lee said simultaneously.

"We can work out the details tomorrow after we've had some sleep," George added with a yawn.

"Oh, yeah, right. Good idea," Fred replied with a sheepish grin.

~•~

Y/N's POV

As Y/N entered the Great Hall for dinner, her eyes flickered over instinctively to the spot where Fred usually sat, surprised to find that neither he nor George were there. She quickly scanned the room, thinking they were maybe seated elsewhere for some reason.

There was no sign of them anywhere. Worry settled like a stone in the pit of her stomach. They never missed a meal. Ever. Y/N chewed her bottom lip, her mind racing through all the different reasons they might be absent. Then, giving their vacant spot one final glance, she sat down and attempted to eat.

"I think I'm going to call it an early night," Y/N told her friends. "I don't much of an appetite tonight."

Ignoring their protests, Y/N stood to go and froze at the sound of music. She looked around, trying to find the source, when suddenly the soft melody rose to fill every corner of the Great Hall, silencing everyone, even the teachers.

It was only then that Y/N saw members of the orchestra filing into the hall, wide grins on every single face.

And then she heard him.

Fred.

Was he... singing?

Suddenly, he leaped up onto the far end of the Gryffindor table, his eyes locked on her as he sung...

Why do I do just as you say

Why must I just give you your way

Why do I sigh, why don't I try to forget

It must have been that something lovers call fate

Kept me saying I have to wait

I saw them all, just couldn't fall, 'til we met

It had to be you

With every word, he waltzed down the center of the table.

It had to be you

I wandered around, and I finally found

The somebody who

Could make me be true

And could make me be blue

Just to be sad - thinking of you

And even be glad

He jumped, landing firmly on the Slytherin table. They all stared at him, their mouths hanging open as he continued to make his way toward her.

Some others I've seen

Might never be mean

Might never be cross, or try to be boss

But they wouldn't do

Y/N heart raced as he moved to stand across from her, smiling down at her stunned face from atop Slytherin table.

For nobody else gave me a thrill

With all your faults, I love you still

It had to be you

Wonderful you

It had to be you

Fred jumped down, standing inches from her, his brown eyes sparkling with hope.

For nobody else gave me a thrill

With all your faults, I love you still

It had to be you

Wonderful you

It had to be you

"So, what do say, Y/N?" Fred spoke softly. "Give me a second chance?"

Y/N nodded, barely able to see through the tears blurring her vision. "Yes! Yes, of course I will!"

She hadn't even gotten the last word out when he swept her up into his arms and into a kiss that set her head spinning.

~•~

The hall erupted into cheers. Even the Slytherins. All save one.

Snape's POV

Well, fuck.

~•~

Epilogue

"I just got you back, and now you're going away," Fred pouted.

"It just two weeks," Y/N said, trying to convince herself just as much as her boyfriend. "We can survive two weeks."

"Two weeks is forever."

"It's fourteen days," she corrected.

"That's even longer."

Y/N giggled and stood on her tiptoes to give him a peck on the nose.

"Oi Fred!" George's voice interrupted, reverberating above the hubbub of the train station. "You're gonna make her late for her cousin's wedding."

Fred shot him the bird, causing his twin to burst out with a loud guffaw, startling a few passers-by.

"It's still a week away," Fred whined, turning back to Y/N.

"I'll write you every day," she promised.

"And I'll write you back even more."

Y/N smiled. "I love you, Fred Weasley."

"I love you too," he said, leaning in for a kiss, as an impish grin spread across his face. "Now, my sweet, let's make everyone jealous."

~•~

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