#mommy's counterattack

[for-dramas-sake]

Drama Tropes Ranked!

From the major plot points to the minor details, I'm ranking popular drama tropes. 10 being "not again!" and 1 being I look forward to it every time. This is not a knock on any particular dramas; this is just a partial rant and partial having fun.

10. Childhood crush

This trope is so overused I actually expect it now in dramas. It was adorable the first few times, but now it's past its prime.

9. "Accidental" Kiss

Nearly every show has gravity and fate playing together to bring two pairs of lips together. Whoops!

8. Ice-faced CEO

This phrase is more often used in novels, but it can be applied to dramas as well. And I don't just mean CEOs, but also doctors, lawyers, whoever. I'm just tired of men with no emotion as the leading character.

7. Klutzy Girl

She is beauty, she has grace, she will fall flat on her face. This trope is often paired with the Ice-faced CEOs and while it can be cute, I roll my eyes oftentimes.

6. Girl dresses as a guy and gets away with it.

We could just knock down the costuming/makeup department for this one, but I have seen women dress as men in dramas and it looks legit! Nini in "The Rise of Phoenixes" is a prime example. Most often I laugh at this trope rather than hate it.

5. Princess Carry

Oh no! Girl has hurt her foot, bleeding from her head, ripped her dress or stubbed her toe! How to solve this problem? The infamous princess carry!

4. 2 Guys Chase 1 Girl

It's one of the oldest tropes out there and yet still doesn't get old. Who will the girl choose? Watch the drama and find out.

3. A Misunderstanding Tears Love Apart

How to break apart fated lovers? A misunderstanding, cuz the guy can't be too evil towards the girl and the girl can't be too evil towards the guy. It's true love, guys, we have to get them back together eventually.

2. My lover's family killed my family

This trope is not often used, because it's really dark. Sometimes it can be a misunderstanding leading us back to #3, but when it's real...oh boy, we're in for some tears between our main leads. This trope brings real drama and tragedy.

Enemies to Lover

We love to see it. Two people hate each other, then fall madly in love. While it doesn't have to include weapons, they do give more danger to their love. Then there are also the modern enemies: business rivals, boss and underling or the awful neighbors. Whatever the situation. If it's hate to love, I love it.

Are there any on this list that you also have strong feelings towards? Are there any tropes that I missed?

[kentogetsmewetter]

MERRY CHRISTMAS FROM THE GOJO'S

⋆｡°✩Genre: Fluff fluff and more fluff

⋆｡°✩Synopsis: You gojo and your daughter have a snowball fight on Christmas Eve and you open presents Christmas day giving gojo an unexpected surprise.

⋆｡°✩A/N: Not proofread so give me grace and happy holidays!

"Whoa mom, dad, it's snowing! Let's go outside!" Excitement danced in her eyes as the delicate snowflakes gracefully covered the ground. "Hurry, hurry!" She urged, bouncing on her toes, eager to play outside Hurry, hurry!" She urged, bouncing on her toes while you carefully zipped up her coat.

As soon as you opened the door, she eagerly darted outside, her excitement palpable as she leaped joyfully into the piles of snow. Gojo swiftly joined her a "Whoo!" Coming from him as he, too, plunged into a pile of snow right next to her. small smile graced your face as you observed the scene, recognizing a playful resemblance to her dad, and you couldn't help but shake your head in amusement.

Before you could register an ice-cold snowball collided with your face while you reached down to pull your daughter out of the snow. Your mouth hung agape in sheer surprise, whipping away the remaining snow that clung to your face. "Wowww, really, Satoru?" you exclaimed, a mix of shock and amusement in your voice. Nodding determined to get your pay back.

"Oh no, you didn't just hit my mommy," declared your daughter, her protective spirit coming. She turned to face Gojo, ready to exact revenge on your behalf.

"Ready for some fun, loves?" he grinned, mischief evident in his playful tone. " Oh, you're going down, Satoru." You sassed back, getting a snow ball in your hands. " yeaa, you're going down, Satoru." Your daughter copied you, which made Gojo role his eyes. "Daddy sweetie, not Satoru."

"Anyways," She sassed. "Let's take him down, Mom," she whispered, a smirk playing on her lips as she molded a perfect snowball in her gloved hands. You nodded, feeling a mix of excitement

Without warning, the another snowball flew through the air as the snowball moved past the intended target. Gojo had a smug grin, taking cover behind a makeshift snow fort. Your daughter giggled and tossed a snowball back at him, just Barley missing him." Ohh, so close, sweetie." You high-five her turning back to Gojo, throwing a snowball hitting him right in his face.

Hiding behind a sturdy tree, you and your daughter gathered a bunch of snowballs, plotting a counterattack. Meanwhile, Gojo, undeterred, continued his assault, pelting both of you with flurries of snow. Leave us alone, Satoru," you declared, launching a well-aimed snowball that smacked him squarely in the face. Your daughter chimed in, chucking a snowball back at him. "Yea, leave us alone," she added with a playful determination.

You and your daughter ran after Gojo, throwing all the snowballs you two made at his, and he accidentally tripped, making him fall over into the snow. You two and ran over to him, throwing a bunch of snow into his face. The sound of laughter echoed throughout the backyard smiles all around

Gojo decided to shift tactics, tired of getting double teamed. With a gentle touch, he pulls you down into the soft snow and positions you atop him." You wouldn't throw snow on me with mommy on me, right pumpkin." Meanwhile, seizing the opportunity, your daughter stealthily crept behind Gojo, depositing handfuls of snow into his hoodie before tipping it over his head all over his face.

"Get off my mom!" Gojo laughed he pulled you away from him, getting up to run after your daughter to get her pay back. Her laughter and gleeful screams echoed through the backyard as the chase unfolded. "Mommy, helppp!" Your daughter's voice rang out, a mix of excitement and desperation." Satoru, leave my baby alone!" You scooped her up into your arms, protecting your baby.

You ran into the house with her locking gojo outside hearing him bang on the door." Were gonna leave him outside, right?" You playfully asked your daughter.

"Right"

After a few moments, you let gojo back inside." Woww so we're leaving me out to die now." Gojo fell over onto the ground at your feet, acting as if he was hurt so bad." I think only a kiss from my lovely wife would help me." Rolling your eyes, you pulled gojo up, pecking him on the lips. "Naa, that's not gonna work." Gojo gripped under your chin, bringing his lips, "Go yours, your tongue over lapping yours, his hands gripping onto your waist. Pulling away, he pecked your lips a few more times.

With a subtle eye roll, you acquiesced, lifting Gojo from the floor. As you leaned in for a simple peck on the lips, he dismissed the attempt. "Naa, that's not gonna work." Gojo's grip under your chin asserted control as his lips found yours, initiating a passionate kiss. His tongue intertwined with yours, creating an overlapping sensation, while his hands secured a firm hold on your waist.

Breaking the kiss, Gojo punctuated the moment with a series of gentle pecks on your lips. The exchange showcased a blend of playful banter and genuine intimacy,

"Daughterrr, I need a kiss from you too 'cause I'm oh so hurt." Your daughter, responding to Gojo's call, strolled over with an air of mischief, and she placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. " Thank you, guys. I feel so much better now."

"Right," you played along, a smile playing on your lips. "C'mon, sweetie, let's get you ready for bed. Santa's coming soon." The anticipation lit up your daughter's eyes as she joyfully jumped up and down, the excitement palpable in the air.

"I know, sweetie, you have to leave some cookies out for him. He's gonna be like, 'ho ho ho!'" Gojo chimed in, attempting to impersonate Santa with a spirited enthusiasm. Your daughter laughed at Gojo's antics. " You suck at being a Santa daddy."

You three laid out the cookies for 'santa' with the milk, too, go with the cookies. You put her in your Christmas pajamas that all three of you had to match and tucked her into bed.

After you two wrapped gifts, you two headed to bed. Gojo prepared a bubble bath for you rose petals in and around the tub. There was a table next to the tub that had wine and two glasses on it a small fake candles lit in the bathroom.

After an evening of wrapping gifts together, the anticipation of a peaceful night unfolded. Gojo, ever thoughtful, led you to the bedroom where a scene of serenity awaited. The bathroom held the promise of relaxation as he meticulously prepared a bubble bath adorned with fragrant rose petals

Beside the tub, a carefully arranged table bearing the makings of a romantic evening. Two glasses stood ready for a velvety wine, The ambient glow of small, flickering fake candles added a soft, warm illumination to the room. As you stepped into the bath, the air filled with a blend of soothing scents and the promise of a night in both love and longing.

"Merry Christmas, my love," Gojo whispered, his words carrying the weight of genuine affection. Overwhelmed by the thoughtful gesture, tears welled in your eyes. "Oh my gosh, thank you, Gojo," you expressed your gratitude, turning to him with a small, heartfelt hug before stepping into the bath. The warm water embraced you, carrying with it the fragrance of roses and the promise of relaxation.

Gojo quickly follwed suit going in after you. You sat on top of his lap while you just laid. There were not many words spoken, yet none were needed. In that serene moment, as you reclined against him, the unspoken language of love the love he had for you and love you had for him.

Gojo's fingers traced gentle patterns on your back, offering a soothing caress. The rise and fall of his chest beneath your touch mirrored the quiet rhythm of your shared connection. "I love you. I really do. I don't know what I would do without you, my love." Gojo's soft voice spoke, continuing the soft touches on your skin

"I love you to Satoru. I'm grateful to have you in my life." There was a simple understanding between you to this was clear love not lust the way you two loved and cared for each other was different from anything you had ever experienced before you were the calm to Gojo's storm always keeping him in check in the right moments.

After a while of shared moments in the water with you washing Gojo's skin and him washing yours, you and Gojo found yourselves settling into the embrace of a freshly made bed. Winding down talking about your days and how you two would get ready for tomorrow's.

"Wake up, wake up!" The excited voice of your daughter filled the room as she burst into your bedroom, a bundle of energy ready to open her presents.Your daughter, with her eyes sparkling and a beaming smile, couldn't contain her enthusiasm. She jumped onto the bed, her small hands gently shaking both of you, trying to get you to awake.

Satoru wrapped his arms around your daughter, pulling her into a snug morning hug. The room echoed with her giggles as she nestled against her father. With a mischievous grin, he began to tickle her, eliciting joyful laughter that filled the room. Your daughter squirmed and giggled at Gojo, tickling her skin.

As you slowly opened your eyes, you couldn't help but smile at the sight before you – the playful bond between father and daughter. "Merry Christmas, sweetie. Merry Christmas, love." Gojo's groggy moving voice spoke. Pulling you in for a sweet kiss before your daughter interrupted. "Ewww, stop kissing Mommy Daddy!" Your daughter tried pulling you too apart, pulling at gojos hair. "I can kiss mommy if I want to." Gojo sassed back to the little one. "Nuh, uh."

'Uh huh. That's why you're not getting any presents," he declared, playfully pointing at her while sticking his tongue out."Mommy!" Responding to her distress, you scooped her up, cradling her on your hip. "You are getting presents, sweetie, don't listen to him," you assured her. While you gave gojo a stop that look as he rolled his eyes.

Walking down the stairs, your daughter cheekily stuck her tongue out at Gojo, that she was getting all your love and affection not him. Eager to explore the presents beneath the Christmas tree, she wiggled out your arms, reaching for the presents carefully arranged by you and Gojo while she slept.

Bursting with excitement, she exclaimed, "Santa came! He even ate the cookies I left out for him!" Racing down the stairs, she looked at the remnants of the cookies left out the night before, her eyes wide with the joy of discovering Santa's visit.

"Yea, I'm not sure if Santa should've come with the way you've been treating your dad," Gojo playfully antagonized her, provoking a sassy eye roll that mirrored his own. "Whatever, Satoru," prompting a dramatic gasp from Gojo, who had a pout on his face. "My name is Daddy, and you will refer to me as such, young lady," he declared, faking seriousness.

"Whatever, Satoru, can I open my gifts now, whoaaaa!" She ran over the Barbie playhouse that was taller than her. " Thank you!!" She ran over to you, giving you the biggest hug, then running over to Gojo and giving him a hug as well.

After an hour of reveling in the joy of watching your daughter unwrap presents, the spotlight shifted to Gojo as he prepared to present his gift to you. With a sentimental touch, Gojo gifted you a collage of your shared memories from the days of you two in high school to your first date at a fair to the milestone of your wedding, the day you two became parents now it having a picture of you three dressing your tree. Each image was a nostalgic piece, weaving the tapestry of your journey as a family.

Accompanying the collage was a heartfelt handwritten note, a band of carefully chosen words that unfolded a detailed list of reasons why Gojo fell in love with you and continues to cherish you to this day.Each line was an emotional reflection that captured the nuances of your relationship and the everlasting causes of his love making the gift incredibly meaningful and unique.

"Oh my goodness, Satoruuu," you exclaimed, your attempt to hold back tears revealing the overwhelming gratitude you felt for him. "I love you," you whispered the depth of emotion echoing in those three simple words as they escaped your lips.

"Why's mommy crying? What did you do to my mom?" Your daughter marched over, concern etched across her face, and pulled you into a protective hug, gently pushing Gojo away. "He didn't do anything, sweetie. He just made me really happy," you reassured her, your words carrying the weight of the profound joy and gratitude sparked by Gojo's thoughtful gesture." Yea, you big bully." Gojo teased.

"Whateverrr, look what I made you guys for Christmas." Your daughter's voice was filled with excitement as she presented a carefully crafted portrait. In the image, the three of you were playing in the snow together. What caught your eye was the subtle yet significant detail—she had drawn you pregnant. you hadn't shared this news with her or Satoru yet, so you weren't sure if she knew or why she did that choosing to tell them joyful secret on Christmas day.

"Why did you draw Mommy pregnant, muffin?" Gojo questioned, a puzzled expression on his face. Your daughter simply shrugged, "Because she is. She's having a baby." You pulled her closer, asking with a smile, "How did you come to that conclusion, pumpkin?"

"I just know," she confidently replied. You chuckled, shaking your head, and handed Gojo a small box. As he unwrapped it, a positive pregnancy test was revealed. The realization hit him, and he exclaimed, "You're pregnant?"

"I'm pregnant."

"Oh my God, you're pregnant!" Gojo hopped around the room excitedly, like your daughter on Christmas day repeatedly screaming the news."My wife is pregnant!" He gave you a big, sloppy kiss before going to hug and kiss your daughter.

Gojo, overwhelmed with joy, approached your belly, gently rubbing it. "There's a little boy or girl in here. I'm so happy." He kissed your stomach, wearing the biggest smile on his face, as the room filled with the warmth of the newfound anticipation.

[chrissysky]

actually watching Sam Reid's Lestat say "I HAVE THE BLOOD OF AKASHA" has rewired something in my brain. It was like watching Char's Counterattack and Char saying Lalah was like a mother to him.

you know what we're probably gonna touch on Lestat's mommy issues next season so the venn diagram for Lestat and Char is gonna be a circle starting next year.

[slowlysointernet]

Another interesting moment in ''Mobile Suit Gundam: Char's Counterattack - Beyond the Time'' where Char thinks Nanai's voice is his mothers :

I bet some people who read this will still be confused and say that he wants Nanai as a mommy 🙄😂.

[ivegotthewholeworldussy]

decided to do this for funsies

so my reasons for each of them being my favourites:

kazuha- hes best boi, also great crowd control

xiao- my first ever limited five star, i find his gameplay satisfying

lynette- power saving mode is a mood tbh

navia- she looks like taylor swift (one of my celebrity crushes and favourite singers), and she has a very interesting backstory. i can’t wait to learn more abt her

itto- dudes funny, especially in the english dub, and he makes literally every limited time event more enjoyable

ningguang- shes pretty and has a shit ton of money, and i like her dynamic with beidou

beidou- the first genshin character i truly took notice of, shes the reason why i got into the game in the first place. also counterattacking enemies is super fun, and she has nice titties

clorinde- she looks like caitlyn from league of legends, and her english voice gives me an eargasm. also i can’t wait to learn more abt her, and i look forward to seeing more interactions between her and navia

raiden shogun- booba sword, need i say more, and her gameplay is super fun too

nahida- shes so adorable and i would literally go to war for her, shes been thru so much and just needs a hug

collei- shes one of the most wholesome characters in the game imo

tighnari- hes so sassy and snarky lmao

yelan- mommy? sorry, mommy? this woman can step on me

furina- bratty gremlin with a tragic backstory, also has a very fun dynamic with neuvillette. all in all, i cant wait to learn more abt her

candace- shes pretty, and i love seeing her interactions with dehya

arlecchino- WOOF WOOF BARK BARK BARK THAT IS MY HUSBAND RIGHT THERE SHE IS THE LOML, I WANT HER TO STEP ON ME AND REARRANGE MY INSIDES UNTIL ITS THE ONLY THING I CAN FEEL

dehya- the first sumeru character i fell in love with, her design and backstory are to die for, its a shame her kit isn’t so great tho

diluc- tragic backstory and a complicated dynamic with kaeya, need i say more

eula- thicc thighs save lives, her interactions with other characters are also entertaining imo

shenhe- shes pretty and her backstory is kinda tragic, and her voicelines are also unintentionally funny “what exactly is teamwork” and “i just have to stand here, right”

kaeya- same reason as diluc, easily one of (if not) the most complex character in the game so far, always struggling between his kh’aenriah roots and his loyalty to mondstadt

heres the original template

[linabirb]

For the milgram ask game! 1, 2 for all the MVs, as well as 18 for all the prisoners. :>

tysm aurora!!

1. "favorite song lyrics?"

haruka:

"if only i could do what anyone else could do, the right future unfairly chose the wrong me"

"you praised me by saying "you're crazy", thank you, i'll do my best"

"if with one click and i can reset everything, can i be your favorite this time?"

"mommy, look, i've done great, "there, there, my good boy!""

yuno:

"am i a bad girl? please don't answer. what do you want to do? please tell me"

"what type of girl do you like? i want to become like that, but that's probably too hard for me"

"i'm the one who chose, let you and you and you all in"

"so nauseating... so creepy.. will you please disappear? "phew. anyway!""

"let's just do it, please smile"

"desire, bestow and desire again, the episode reloading on an endless loop"

fuuta:

"you apologize if you do something wrong, you learn that even before words, don’t you?"

"you and you, throwing around rules for fun, hoisting up morality and feeling good, should I succumb, make your wish come true? Full of yourselves, are you?"

muu:

"but i guess some of it is my fault, maybe it’s ok as it is"

"just one more time before saying goodbye, i’m just kidding, please forget i said that"

"let’s meet up inside the pain, a place just for me, postmortem makeup to hide my heart, how to solve it is a secret, the stabbing of the little devil’s voice, counterattack being a suicide note, "i love YOU""

"i told you i'm the queen and it's always the same, god gave me everything, everything is as i wish"

"sorry for hurting you, i didn't mean it, i am doing this just because of being bored, we are just the same"

shidou:

"after you cry a lot, of course it will end up that way, choose, how to live your life, we only live once"

"now slowly close your eye, put your regret on display"

""throw down", ethics is a delusion, i’m still guilty even if the morning comes"

"killing, extracting, i still won’t see them again, i need to be tagged as RED"

"the correct answer, i don’t yet know, but there are lives that need safeguarding, so hey, prolong my life, i’m indispensable"

mahiru:

"i can't help myself because i want to see your cute confused face, i'm sorry"

"i pretended to be a good girl, but really, i don't want to say "i'm okay""

"we fought sometimes, i was happy to get hurt, let's have matching pain, this sickness is pretty bad"

"clothes food shelter + love and miss you, "see you next week?" sounding in cadence"

"my lethal weapon: "this is how to be in love with you""

"this can't go on, something's got to give, i even love saying the words "i love you""

"tell me, oh tell me, why can't i just do it right"

kazui:

"i imagined that you saying "see you" is the same as "it's over""

"where did i go wrong, probably from the beginning"

"it's for the sake of true love, who wouldn't lie for that?"

"i wanted to be loved, just like a cat"

amane:

"but it’s not scary at all, because it’s love"

"the "it can’t be helped", from the scum who can’t be helped that makes them doubtlessly, clearly, absolutely, unequivocally, beyond any doubt, GUILTY"

"so nary a sound can be uttered a second time, i’ll crush your throat too"

"after you cry, repent, and kneel, it’s now your turn to say that hopeless "i’m sorry""

"so there is no second time, i’ll give back the judgment that you gave to me"

"remember MY cries, MY repents, MY words of "i’m sorry" that i said to you?"

mikoto:

"snuggle together and say "good night", switch, shake up that brain"

"i'm probably not to blame, it's probably nothing"

"welcome home, another day, another day with that hardly barely there of a smile"

"cling to me, hoist me up as your "savior", stand up and sing your gratitude"

kotoko:

"shall we replace the poor soul, and the miserable delusion, "i didn’t mean to offend”, "i won’t do it again", how many wins in a row?"

"laugh and i can get to like myself"

"i want to be drowning in the knowledge that i am right"

2. favorite mv moment/frame?

SO UH. tumblr pic limit happened. so um. everyone gets only two frames even though there's SO MANY MORE I WISH I COULD SHOW.

haruka:

yuno:

fuuta:

muu:

shidou:

mahiru:

kazui:

amane:

mikoto:

kotoko:

18. which non-deco vocaloid songs do you think suit them?

haruka: this is like. the most basic choice anyone could ever make and i'm definitely NOT the first person to say this but yeah sure you're a useless child by kikuo will do. also mmmmmaybe happy days by ghost and pals?? that one feels like a more romantic song to me (I MEAN IT STARTS WITH "KISS MY TONGUE MAKE EVERYTHING BETTER JDJSDKSLSL) but like.. some lyrics really remind me of haruka.. wanting to go back to the time when you were happy.. when you were loved.. but also knowing you'll never be the kind of person other people want you to be and you've lost the qualities/traits that they loved you for..

yuno: i've seen this one before and romeo and cinderella by doriko reminds me a lot of her! because. yeah. yeah. also ladylike by kira bc girlboss vibes!

fuuta: UH... bad girl online by minus-p... IDK????

muu: CAN I JUST GIVE HER WORLD IS MINEDHJDKDLSDLD

shidou: UHHHHH.... if we're just.. talking about vibes.. maybe the disease called love by neru???

mahiru: hmmm i might be reaching here but.. ykw i'll go with a clingy boy sticking for 15 years by manbo-p. the level of desperation and loyalty shown there really reminds me of mahiru.

kazui: I DON'T KNOW....

amane: THIS SONG CAME OUT LITERALLY TWO DAYS AGO AND IT FEELS AMANECORE TO ME and it's angel 92 by maretu!

mikoto: fruiting bodies by r.i.p bc. i mean. y e a h

kotoko: again. no thoughts. head empty. sometimes i forget that she exists and i apologize

[nijigasakilove]

Holy shit, this was a great episode, well written and executed twist and great production values from Project 9. This is definitely the best of Sazane sensei’s works

Rinne calming everyone down as they headed into battle by assuring them of how strong she is was so cute. I love the job her seiyuu is doing. I still feel like the counterattack happened really quickly and that episode 2 was rushed, but this more than made up for it. Great fight scene for Jeanne who I’m hoping isn’t really going to have a shorter lifespan after using that magic..

So if rinne smells like all 5 races according to the demon she fought, surely she’s a weapon or magical tool made by all 5 and that would explain why that.. whatever it is, wants her dead or at least not to come into contact with Kai. Lot of questions to come from this ep

New mommy dommy dropped? Vanessa is hot, but she also seems like a genuinely great character which is always a plus. The short fight with Kai was really well animated, certainly not what I’d expect from Project no.9 lol. But Kai saying Sid’s name made her bug out so she’s got memories of the old world too I’m guessing? Maybe certain characters are like nexus points that have memories of the other world and this “alfreya wants to keep them apart”

Whoever rewrote the world did a bad job because Kai having his memories and coming into contract with all these people is going to complicate things for them lol.

Hopefully we get some answers soon, but first a fight with a powered up Vanessa next episode? Sign me up

[mixisub]

Mommy's Counterattack (2023)

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[blacksurvivalnostalgichanges]

Luke:Cathy, you’re now under a temporary insanity effect. Roll a d10.

Cathy:Five.

Luke:Nice. You see the tree monster, but it’s like it disappears and your son’s in its place. “Mom? Where are we?”

Cathy:”Son? What are you doing in here?”

Chloe:”Son???”

Camilo:I want to hear that life story.

. . .

Luke:”Miss, what do I do? What do I do?!” She’s asking you, Cathy.

Cathy:”Stand behind me.”

Luke:Cathy, why would you be asking her to stand behind you? You’re currently under temporary insanity, you don’t think there’s any danger.

Cathy:Don’t I see those two brawling with something over there, though? Even if I can’t tell it’s a monster? Or do I see it as them hitting my son’s twin brother?

Luke:You can see that as-is. All right.

Cathy:I’ll tell her to get behind me. But I’ll also tell my son to get behind me too. “Get behind me too, son, get behind me.”

Chloe:That girl is very dead.

Cathy:That’s my son in front of me, Chloe!

. . .

Luke:You see your son, “Mommy? Mommy? Why do you always get away from me?” Dodge, counterattack or block?

Cathy:I wouldn’t be doing any of that. It’s my son.

Luke:Well, okay, it’s your call. I’d let you do something with a disadvantage out of instinct, but it’s your call. He missed, anyway.

Cathy:Of course, my son would never hit me.

Camilo:I think he looks more like his father, personally.

[for-dramas-sake]

Short Dramas I'm Watching

Mommy's Counterattack

Yun Qingqing is back in her husband's life for revenge after his infidelity and the loss of their child 5 years ago. On the outside she is a top designer and model, but secretly she infiltrates his house as a nanny to get her designs back.

The popular theme for short dramas lately is REVENGE ! I do enjoy a powerful woman tackling her opponents (and often times it's her ex-husband) to win the long game. This drama thinks it's a serious story, but it's really not and you just go with some of the ridiculous ideas because you're enjoying it.

The Shoufu Can Read Mind

Modern Shen Zhihuan wakes up in the body of Shen Zhihuan, the wife of Xu Yanqing, a cruel and evil Grand Secretariat in the Sui Dynasty. She tries to divorce him because she knows his bad ending, but she doesn't know that he can read her mind and knows her plans.

I love a time travel story and this one is rather cute. Add to that a "What Women Want" theme in there and things get a little interesting. It is very similar to The Bossy Husband who Loved Me, but the girl just wants a divorce and not ruin her husband. :)

Rain Lover

Yanyan comes from a family that is contracted to give their daughter to the river god on her 25th birthday. When she meets Bai Long, she falls in love not knowing that he is actually her contracted fiancé, the river god.

Cute mini drama! The episodes are super short and the story is sweet. The river god and Yanyan have a pure, simple love. Who doesn't enjoy a modern fantasy drama?

My Chubby Queen

Clothes designer Su Jinxia travels back in time and wakes up as the nation's queen! After escaping the palace, she opens a clothing store for plus-size women so they can be admired as well as the skinny women.

Another time travel drama! I enjoy this one for the (shock!) admiration of plus-size women. So many dramas hate on fat women in a mostly humorous tone and that gets tiring, but this drama at least makes an effort to say that they are women too that deserve love attention just like the thinner ladies. Yay!

[dogs2thesequel]

what do you think of chars counterattack?

I think it's an incredible movie up until about the last 10 minutes.

I don't like the ending - I'm not gonna say Char should've succeeded exactly, but I think having him fail the way he did means the message of the movie ends up either extremely neoliberal (we shouldn't try to create a better world through extreme measures, you can only change things from the inside, etc) or pessimistic (revolutionary change will always fail, change isn't possible because the side in charge is too strong and most humans can't bring themselves to commit to change when the time comes) depending on your interpretation. I can guess that Tomino intended the latter, but the former is what comes across for anyone who thinks Amuro and Bright are The Good Guys™. Also the deus ex psycho frame is stupid.

I think Char's motivations are perfectly understandable if you've paid attention to his motivations up until this point, and listen to what he says in the movie. Having seen ZZ also helps. So I don't give much stock to anyone who claims he went evil or whatever.

I like Quess a lot and hate how she was treated, I think the movie should've leaned in more into her being the main character and her death should've been given more focus, as well as her having a bit more time to interact with Char and especially Amuro. I think her worldview is very interesting, the idea of a spoiled girl who wants to do the right thing and join a revolution but can only conceptualize the problems of the world through her narrow viewpoint interests me a lot. (Her whole "late-stage capitalism is why my parents got divorced" thing is hilarious, fuck anyone who doesn't like her)

I like Nanai too. Didn't care much for other new characters, Hathaway is just Katz 2 and Chan was kinda nothing. Obviously fuck Gyunei, I can't believe anyone was dumb enough to take his word when he claimed Char is a pedophile when he's the one trying to get in a 13 year old's pants.

My other major criticism is just that I wished people interacted more in general, I wanted more from Char and Amuro especially, for a movie so focused on concluding their story they barely interact. I guess this is more personal than anything, I hoped they would come to more of an understanding right before the end, and that they'd have more to say about Lalah besides "whelp I've got mommy issues."

All that said, it's ultimately a good movie with some beautifully evocative scenes and gorgeous animation. You can tell it's Tomino's first foray into film, but his trademark Weird Pacing gives a very specific feel to the flow of the story, making it feel more like an anthology of related scenes than a singular story. Scenes like the fist fight in the field, Quess and Hathaway watching a simulation of a lake, the Zeon civilians singing to Char as they pass him a rose... they'll probably always stick with me in some way, and ultimately that's more important to me than whether the ending felt leftist enough.

[ticklikeabomb]

Grouch - Part 6

Pairing : Bucky x Plus Size Reader ; Avengers x Plus Size Reader

Warning : Language ; Angst 

Word Count : 1.4k

Disclaimer : I do not own the characters, nor the universe where they were created and interact in. This series/fiction is only for entertainment purposes.

A/N : I’m sorry it took so long. Writer’s block is a bitch :/ Hope you will still like it :) 

“Y/N? Y/N stay here, alright Sweety. Let’s play hide and seek. You know the rules, don’t you?” “Alright, I’ll count to 50 and you will only get out if you hear Mommy and Daddy. No one else! Do you understand?” “Y/N? Y/N?”. You stayed hidden as your parents ordered and made sure in being as quiet as possible. You crawled back on yourself when you heard loud noises and shouts. “FIND THEM!”, was heard not far away from where you were hidden. You saw black boots position themselves in front of you, blocking the mere light your eyes had access to. “Clear” a deep voice growled emotionless. The shadow was gone as quickly as it arrived.

You let out the breath you were holding when you felt a grip on your leg pushing you out of your corner. The man quickly covered your mouth before your fear could express itself in a form of a yell and shushed you. “Your parents send me.” Only trusting your gut and your parent’s words, you tried to bite the hand off but came across metal. He chuckled slightly before turning yourself to him, “That would have been clever if it wasn’t me.” In front of you were the bluest eyes you’ve ever seen, a mix between extreme roughness and a hint of kindness.

You tried to kick him and get yourself out of his hold but it was impossible. “Stop”, his deep voice made you still.  Your body trembled more and more, deeply aware of what was waiting for you at the other end of the corridor. “Don’t say a word”, he whispered. It wasn’t a problem. At this point, you barely produced enough saliva in your mouth. In the corner of your eye, you saw the bad guys approaching and felt your breath cut short. At your grand surprise, the man your parents told you to fear and never cross path with, didn’t turn you to the enemies. When they were out of sight, he led you the opposite way and pushed the wall where a secret exit door was concealed. “Get inside, crawl until the end and when you’re sure that the coast is clear, you run as fast as you can. Someone will be at the end of the way waiting for you. Is it clear?”, he said. You nodded instinctively. He was about to close the door behind when you stopped him. “Aren’t you coming with?” He gulped and shook his head. “I have to find your parents and get them out of here.” “Don’t leave me alone”, you stuttered and felt tears streaming down your face. “ Y/N, if you follow my instructions, everything will be alright”. You nodded again and asked him “What’s your name?” He looked at you, a mix between pride and mostly fear before answering, “My name is Bucky…” “SOLDAT!!!”, was being shouted. Bucky looked at you one more time before yelling “GO!”.

You woke up in sweat, the monitor beeping your heart rate out while you tried to catch some air. “Hey it’s ok, you’re alright”, you heard and saw Wanda beside you. “What did you do to me?”, your voice shacked. “I..I’m bringing back your memories.” “Why?” She gave you a weak smile before declaring, “Because no one deserves to live in a lie. You deserve to know the truth, the real events that occurred in your life and not what they implanted in your brain for their advantage.” You gulped and locked away. “Will you keep doing that?”, you asked weakly. “If you want me to continue, yes.” Your eyes locked with hers before you nodded. “Good. It’s not going to be easy but you’re not alone in the process. We’re here for you”, she commented. “Why would you? I only caused destruction and almost killed some of you.” “We all have our demons and honestly we all tried to kill each other at least once”, she joked. She felt that you needed some time alone and discretely left the room.

She arrived at the King’s meeting room and saw the team, T’Challa, Shuri and Okoye discussing. “How is she?”, asked Bucky worried when he saw Wanda entering the room. All the eyes fixed on her, she exhaled deeply and sat down. “She’ll get there, eventually.” As soon as those words left her mouth, everyone in the room heard you shouting from the top of your lungs. Some on them already on their feet were stopped by Wanda who assured them,” It’s alright. She needs to let it all out.” The others still perplexed returned to their seats except for Bucky who standing, faced the door listening to you. He was having a hard time staying passive at the situation but he also knew, confronting you would only do worst.

Wanda came back the next days, slowly recovering your memories. Recovering your memories was something, recovering your identity was another. It didn’t matter how much you were rediscovering about your past, the dark about you was complete. The images felt like photograms being projected in front of your eyelids, 25 photograms per second of unknown events. “Do you want to stop for today?”, asked Wanda. “No, let’s continue some more.” She showed a moment you were both together, laughing, crying, singing and dancing. One of those nights where you didn’t feel like Atlas carrying the world’s weight and problems.

“I have a terrible voice”, you laugh. “Shut up, no you don’t”, counterattacked Wanda. “You kidding, have you really heard me? I could evoke thunder faster than Thor”, you tell her and she falls on the bed, laughing. You join her and look at the colors of the projected stars on the ceiling. “It must be beautiful up there, don’t you think?”, you ask her. She hums in agreement. “You think Thor would ever let us join him, flee Earth for a moment, get to know other species and communities?”, you talk out loud. “I hope… but in the meantime, we still have those two bottles and snacks to finish. Which movie now? The Nice Guys or This means war?”, she asked. You pretend to think about it while you see her grinning at the corner of your eye. “This means war”, you turn towards her before sliding awkwardly down the bed, making her laugh hysterically.

When she finished showing you that memory, you turned to her and asked, “We were close weren’t we?”. The end of her lips lifted in a shy smile but didn’t continues their course. Sadness, nostalgia maybe. “Yeah we were”, she whispers, awareness taking over her, knowing your relationship will never be the same again. “I’m so consumed by hatred or whatever this is that I didn’t realize that I wasn’t the only one who lost big time. They stole my life and with it all our future moments together. I’m sorry”, you tell her. “Don’t apologize for something you had no control over. They’re to blame”, she replied.

Five minutes later, Shuri and T’Challa entered the room, their personal guard carrying two boxes. “Hello Y/N, how are you today?”, asked the King. “I’m good thank you. How are you?” He chuckled before replying he was alright. “I’ve been working hard on it and your new prosthetics are finished”, exclaimed Shuri excited. Your frowned not understanding where she was going. “I’m sorry, my what?” The proceeded to open the boxes and in front of you were what was supposed to be your new vibranium arms and legs in a black and purple design. 

You internally gasp, looking at the mesmerizing work in front of you. “You like? Because if you don’t, I ca-“, “No, I…I love it but I can’t accept it”, you tell them biting on your teeth in order to prevent you from crying and showing them your feelings. “Hey none of that alright. Don’t worry and besides they’re cooler than Barnes’”, whispered Shuri before covering her mouth. “Oh no sorry, I know I shall not mention you know who”, she quickly said. “It’s ok Shuri. I guess I’ll have to face him one day, I just don’t really have the strength to it right now.” They nodded and your eyes landed on the prosthetics. “They’re gorgeous. Thank you”, you tell Shuri and T’Challa. For the first time you smiled in what felt like ages.

“When can I put them on? I have a revenge to plan!”, you exclaimed with a small smirk and dark eyes.

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The Joker x Reader - “Incubus”

Incubus is a special type of metahuman that can enter people’s mind and the only one known to possess such abilities is Y/N. Captured by an underground agency and forced to obey orders, she has a new task today: to get inside The Joker’s head and find out where he stashed half a billion dollars after he pulled what everybody calls “the heist of the century”.

“Regression will begin shortly,” one of the doctors announces on the intercom. “Prepare for countdown.”

You lay on the cold metal table next to the Joker’s body: he’s medicated into a dreamless sleep, ready to have you purge his mind for the answer to the burning question: where did he stash half a billion dollars?

After being arrested two weeks ago, The King of Gotham refused to speak and disclose any information to the authorities; they tried everything: drugs, blackmail, best intimidation tactics and psychologists without success.

J didn’t crack.

Fed up with the puzzling mystery, CIA decided to use the top secret research facility operating under the grid where the infamous Incubus is held prisoner.

“A few reminders,” the flat voice echoes in the sealed laboratory. “Do not attempt to elude us, we have your little girl! If you aim to play us we’ll revoke visiting time.”

You blankly stare at the ceiling, upset they repeat the same rules when you’re forced to use your powers; the 15 minutes you’re allowed to spend with Mia on Saturdays is all you live for since they incarcerated both of you six months ago.

How you wish you could kill them but they found a solution to prevent you from rebelling.

“Please note that in case you plan to get inside our brains and compel us to stop breathing, your daughter will die. Confirm acknowledgement.”

“Confirm,” you bitterly reply because it hurts to have your child endangered; you could end them right this moment if it wasn’t for her.

Unfortunately, they found a way to subdue your terrific ability: the crew assigned to project Incubus carries portable heart monitoring devices 24/7; they resemble wrist watches and if just one individual’s pulse deactivates, it will set of the explosive in Mia’s collar. The 5 years old has no clue that what she believes to be a cute necklace is actually a device meant to eradicate her.

“Countdown to regression,” the clinician reports and the speakers carry his words around the room. “Five, four, three, two, one. Initiate!”

**************

You walk in the darkness, surprised you didn’t bump into memories yet: usually that’s the first thing you stumble upon when invading a person’s subconscious. He’s been under your spell for 10 minutes now and the void proves his twisted mind is probably worse than anyone thinks: The Clown is lost in the maze of his own insanity.

A couple more steps and you finally distinguish four doors ahead which means you’ll be able to analyze The Joker’s recollections.  

First Door

The little boy cries in the middle of the room and you slowly approach, wondering if you should interfere or just observe. But tears fall from those innocent blue eyes and the fact that he’s maybe your daughter’s age makes you decide.

“Why are you crying?” you kneel by the young Joker and he wipes his face with the sleeves of his raggedy shirt:

“My mommy died.”

“Did she? I’m sorry… Do you miss her?” you manipulate the conversation since warping his thoughts might lead to your quest: discovering where the money is.

“U-hum,” he nods and asks. “I don’t like it at the orphanage, I want to go home…”

“Perhaps I can help,” you pull him in your arms and he whispers:

“Who are you?”

“Your worst nightmare,” Y/N sadly concludes because it doesn’t bring her joy to distort an already broken mind, nevertheless she‘s here bearing a clear purpose. “It’s ok,” you hold the child and soothe him. “I’m sorry this happened to you.”

The little boy whimpers, clinging to the stranger showing him kindness then vanishes in thin air: you got rid of a painful memory and replaced it with a nicer one.

Now The Joker will remember that someone comforted him when in reality it never happened.

Second Door

The young man is standing in front of the burning cottage while the firefighters are struggling to put out the blaze. He’s covered in ashes and his lips are barely moving; you can hardly discern what he keeps on repeating:

“They’re still inside… they’re still inside…”

The 24 years old Joker is numb and all you can conclude he seemed so different back in the day.

“Who’s inside?” you inquire and he glimpses your way without realizes he’s in shock.

“My wife and son. I couldn’t save them… I didn’t make it to the second level, the flames were too strong…”

You bend over and grab the blanket resting at his feet, placing it around his shoulders.

“I’m sorry they’re gone, you did everything you could.”

He glares at the Incubus for a split moment before disappearing: you just lift the burden of a horrifying experience and now The Joker will remember that someone offered consolation when in reality it never happened.

Third Door

The man is sitting on the floor with his back against the padded wall, tightly confined inside his straight jacket. He keeps screaming, then maniacally laughing and sobbing in the same time while straining to escape the garment.

“Calm down,” you slide near him. “You’ll hurt yourself if you continue.”

The 27 years old tries to articulate a couple of coherent sounds before reprising his yelling.

“Stop squirming,” you cup his face and make him pay attention. “Look at me. Relax,” you caress his cheeks. “Deep breaths, ok?” you plead with the madman. “Sssttt, it’s fine…” Y/N stares in his eyes and the shouting gradually dies out. “There you go,” you brush your forehead on J’s prior to him fading away: you switched a terrible incident into better conclusion by mimicking sympathy when in reality it never happened.  

Fourth Door

You’re surprised to notice The Joker talking to shadows: a woman and a little girl judging by their silhouettes; he resembles the most wanted criminal lying 10 inches apart from you in the secured establishment pushing you to accomplish their instructions.

A recent memory? Does it mean he has another family?...

You want to come closer and the sight of the contours disappearing is intriguing; The Clown rubs his temples and you can tell he’s distressed.

“What’s going on?” you dig in his brain for responses.

“They took my Queen and my Princess!” he grinds his teeth with resentment.

“Do you know where they are?”

“Yes,” J grumbles and evaporates saying a baffling phrase: ”I have to find the perfect plan in order to reclaim what’s mine!”

So weird the memory dispersed before you misled the truth in your favor … What the heck is going on?!...

The Cell

No rooms left and you stroll in the murkiness again, angry your scheme didn’t lead towards a better result: oddly enough The King of Gotham failed to unveil extra hints that could have aid you in discovering where the fortune he snatched is.

“Hello sugar,” the raspy intonation halts you in your tracks.

Y/N detects the heavy bars forming this square shaped cell containing what she suspects to be a version of The Joker; it’s difficult to restrain her astonishment since she’s witnessing a rare phenomenon: nothing less than a mind prison.

Jackpot! If he buried something deep inside and locked it even from himself it could mean you reached your destination.

“It’s nice to have visitors,” the eerie apparition chuckles. “It gets lonely.”

“I bet,” you pout. “Why don’t you break free?”

He kicks the bars, enraged he has to explain:

“I’m sure a superior creature such as the lady joining me knows a mind prison can only be opened from the outside!”

He’s self-aware! This is absolutely unbelievable: humans are never conscious within the deepest layers of their psyche.

“You are correct: you can only open it from the outside,” you agree. “What’s your name?”

“Joker. What’s yours?”

“Y/N.”

“Duh, I know,” he snickers and lets his tattooed arms hang loose outside the bars. “You have a kid, right?”

He sees your doubt and his gratification builds up to new highs.

“Yes.”

“What’s her name?”

“How do you know it’s a she?!” you counterattack with a quiz.

Damn, this whole charade is getting more and more fascinating by the second!

“I know soooooo many things,” the entity yawns. “For example I’m sure you wonder how I ended up in here.”

No sign you would deny his rambling thus he enlightens the riddle:

“Some are born with certain “gifts”, some develop them after a traumatic experience. I’m the lucky recipient of the latest, although I was locked in here from day one. If I had someone shatter the seal and by someone I mean you,” he points his finger at the smirking Y/N, “I could help you run from the place you hate. Tell me I’m wrong, but aren’t you trapped also?”

“You’re sneaky, I’ll give you that,” you laugh at his attempts to influence your actions.

“And you’re too powerful not to realize what’s going on! Snap out of it!!!” he hisses. “Are you single sugar?” the anger building up makes Y/N frown.

“None of your business!”

“Humor me, I beg,” he emphasizes the words.

“Yes,” you scoff and his demeanor doesn’t lower your guard.

“Are you 100% certain you’re not married?”

“What’s this nonsense?!” you sneer at the stupid conversation.

“Maybe you don’t remember because you created your own mind prison where you chained crucial data in order to protect the ones you love after you were captured. What’s your daughter’s name?” he sulks and you grumble.

“Mia.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course I am; do you think I don’t know my child’s name?”

“And you think I don’t recognize my own wife standing in front of me??!!!!” he snaps at your hesitation. “Set me free! Set me free and I’ll show you! I can get inside your mind and unlock your cage: you’ll remember everything!”

“Who do you think you’re talking to?!” you growl at the absurd sentences: like his devious tactic would work on you!

“I’m talking to the Incubus, am I not?”

Your mouth opens in amazement since there is no way in hell he could know that.

“Do I have your attention now?” the beast reprimands. “Good! Here’s what you deliberately forgot: nobody knows that we’re married, it’s better that way; yet a woman with your capabilities is bound to attract unwanted attention anyway. When we got together, we had a deal: you’ll never get inside my head and you consented. No? Doesn’t ring a bell?...” he cracks his joints. “After they took you and Emma from me…”

“Who’s Emma?” you interrupt, more and more convinced there’s something fishy happening inside The Joker’s subconscious.

“Our daughter, her name is not Mia, you just replaced it after you were both kidnapped in order to sever all connections with the past. Can’t blame you: it’s a great strategy given the circumstances: create a mind prison, hide everything connected to protect me and her. Last thing you needed was for them to find out we are actually acquainted in the most intimate way. That would have been a disaster! Do you know why I stole half a billion dollars and let them catch me? I knew that if I do that they’ll use everything possible under the sun to make me spill the beans. When all fails, won’t they flaunt the last ace in their sleeve? That’s how I got here sugar, it was the ultimate goal. I can’t function without my girls so I came to get them!”

“Listen here,” your menacing attitude takes over. “Who do you take me for?! Your fictional tale is starting to piss me off so I advise you to quit before I make your neurons crumble to pieces!”

“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear it,” the feral beast sniffs the air. “You always kept your end of the bargain and never got in here before to poke the past. I respect that, sugar. Now I had no choice besides letting you in.”

“Stop it! Stop your lies!! You’re nothing more than a projection of The Joker’s mind!”

“Ahhhh,” the evil grin flourishes behind the silver teeth. “I am so much more than that. Do you want to get out of this facility? I suggest you set me free and I will prove I’m telling the truth!”

“Bullshit! What can you do anyway?! I can kill everyone and run, but my daughter will die!”

“Not if I help: you can make them stop breathing and I could keep the hearts beating until we get the key that unlocks Emma’s collar! It’s a dual team mission.”

“Her name is Mia! How do you know about the collar?!” the dumbfounded Y/N mumbles.

“Weren’t you listening? I know a lot of things!”

“Even if we assume you aren’t lying, how will you keep their hearts beating?!”

“Set me free and I’ll show you! SET. ME. FREE!!!!!! Or we are fucking doomed! Set me free!” he punches the bars. “Set me free and I’ll open your mind prison! You’ll realize each word I uttered is genuine! You’ll remember all of it! SET! ME! FREE!!! What do you have to lose, huh? Nothing! Do it!! Do it!!!!”

“How could you get inside my mind?! I’m a metahuman!”

“Goddamnit! SET ME FREE AND I’ll SHOW YOU!!!!! Do you want your daughter to perish in this place?! Do you???!!!”

You definitely are beyond skeptical; still… at least he’s correct about this: you have nothing to lose; you approach with caution and part the bars enough for the trapped entity to squeeze outside.

“Thank you honey,” he clumsily bows and before you can react he snatches in his arms and kisses you.

Y/N feels this electrifying sensation taking over, stupefied to understand what it means: she just unleashed another Incubus. And she always thought she was the only one!

You gasp for air and open your eyes, processing all the recovered memories rushing through your brain: your own mind prison was opened as promised.

You tilt your head to look at The Clown and he grabs your hand, panting:

“Are you ready sugar?”

**************

People keep falling to the ground, each step bringing you closer to your freedom. Emma’s face is buried in your neck as you jump over corpses on the way out of the underground laboratory:

“No peeking!” The Joker scolds and her little hands hold you tighter while obeying.

“Ok daddy.”

“Don’t be scared,” you kiss her cheek and continue the rampage towards the exit.

Screams intensify around the three detainees escaping their faith: the adults can’t afford any weakness or grant mercy to the ones that showed them none.

In the end, what is more terrifying than one Incubus that could plunge the world into complete darkness?

The answer is simple: two of them.

 Also read: MASTERLIST

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[kpopchangedme]

The Wingman | Jae

Jae’s late for pick-up at the daycare center and he worries his favourite teacher hates him now... That is, until his son accidentally saves the day.

Protagonists: Park Jaehyung & You (ft. his 4 yo son)

Word Count: 2k

Genre: SFW - Romance - Single Dad - [Drabble 2k]

Prompt: “That’s... Not mine?”

Requested by: @noona-clock, I hope you love this :D

DAY6 | M.list

As soon as his car comes to a halt in the empty parking lot, Jaehyung jumps to run in direction of the rainbow entrance. The gray commercial building, probably dating back to the 60s, would be as boring as it gets if it weren’t from said colourful door. Without slowing down, he pushes in, not even bothering to put on the designed slippers after kicking off his shoes. 

“Bongbong?” He calls in the now empty place, breathless.

“Ahoy, Mr. Park,” you greet, emerging from the office and waving both of your hands his way.

You’re wearing an unusual accessory tonight; a black eyepatch over your right eye and he frowns in worry. Did you hurt yourself? Jae feels even worse now that he sees you’re here. You’re the new daycare teacher, and he finds you adorable. Of course, you’re the one who got stuck here with Jaebong because of him. As if reading his mind, you turn to look at the time on the digital clock above the playground. 7:15PM; it beams, taunting Jae. Ok, he’s never been this late for pick-up before, it’s bad. It’s a Friday night and he’s sure someone like you has better things to do than care for someone else’s son after-hours. You must hate him now.

He rubs his nape nervously. “Hum, it’s just Jae, actually.” It’s overly awkward being called by his last name since you’re around his age. 

“Ahoy, Mr. Just-Jae.” You repeat, smile widening, and he finds himself staring, at a loss of words. What’s with the ‘ahoys’ and the eyepatch? “Your son is around, here somewhere, but you’ll have to fight him first.” 

“I’m sorry to be so late,” confused, he takes a few steps inside the playroom, “I wasn’t supposed to be the o–” 

“ARGH!” A high-pitched scream interrupts his excuses at the same time as something stings his right thigh. “All aboard!” When he looks down, Jae finds his son with a plastic cutlass and a way too large black pirate hat on. He’s standing inside a toy box where he was most probably hiding, waiting to ambush his father.

Oh… That is what’s going on with your eyepatch. The young boy is frowning threateningly, brows furrowed in a grimace mimicking disgust. He’s wearing eyeliner, and large lines are drawn across his face from the same pencil. What is probably meant to be a beard is traced on his chin, and a very impressing mustache is stretching on both sides of Bongbong’s mouth, ending up in curls on his cheeks. Someone should give you a raise for your imaginative makeup skills.

“There he is!” You say, pointing although it’s not obvious already. “Beware!”

“Jesus,” Jae mutters, struggling not to laugh too at this most unexpected sigh. Ultimately he decides to play along: “But... That’s… Not mine?”

“W-Wait what?” He raises his head in time to witness doubt and panic twist your soft features.

“My 4 years old had a lot less facial hair this morning...” He explains, making you laugh in relief. Jae grins, proud of himself, you’re even prettier when you’re laughing at his jokes. “That isn’t my son,” he points to the fierce pirate at his feet.

“I’m sorry, it’s nothing a little soap won’t wash away. We might have taken it a bit too far playin–”

“PIRATES!” Jaebong yells, slashing his leg once more, and this time Jae kneels at the hit, acting wounded. “I am Cap’n Bong, and I give no quarter!” Bongbong squeals when his father counterattacks, caging him for a tickle war. Losing, the boy laughs until he’s practically panting, struggling to say something Jae doesn’t quite catch. When he’s released, he repeats himself awfully serious; “You’re not mommy...”

Instantly, Jae’s smile straightens, remembering the reason why he’s so late. He wasn’t the one supposed to pick his son up at the daycare in the first place. His ex was supposed to spend the long weekend with him, but she called at the last minute saying something came up at work. Jaehyung had to cancel his plans and drop everything. He could’ve called his own family to help, but he didn’t want to burden them… Or for his mother to rant about his ex in front of his son.

“Mommy couldn’t fly back from Japan for the weekend... It’ll be just you and me, little buddy.” Jae glances your way, apologetic for the both of you. “I’m so sorry, daddy came straight from practice as soon as he knew.”

“That’s okay,” the little boy says sternly, dropping his pirate act altogether. He walks away to get rid of his toys and Jae groans, burying his face in hands, disheartened.

He wishes Bongbong wouldn’t be so calm about all this. He’s so used to being let down by people in his life all the damn time, already familiar with rejection. He’s only a child, he should get angry and cry, instead he just takes everything calmly. Jaehyung must damage control every time she screws up. All of this is eventually going to blow up.

“Is your wife away on a business trip?” You innocently ask, voice neutral. Jae notices you’re holding your purse and keys, ready to go out… With the eyepatch. Maybe you really hurt yourself and it wasn’t all for your brief pirating stunt.

“Um, yes... But she’s n–”

“Mommy isn’t daddy’s wifeeee!” Bongbong comes back trotting, grimacing at the apparently unthinkable, “EWWww!”

Your brows shoot up in surprise and Jae makes a weird sound, halfway between a snort and a chuckle at his theatrical ways. He totally got that from his side. “Oh, I’m sorr–”

“It’s alright. We’ve been separated for a long time.” He interrupts to reassure you, eager to move on. “It’s just us; the dream team.” Grabbing his son’s tiny hand, Jae pulls him towards the exit and begins to help putting on his shoes. “Let’s go, little buddy. Your teacher seems to have plans and we’re really lat–”

“I can!” Bongbong whines, snatching away the pricey Nike Air Max his uncle Younghyun got him. Nowadays, he hates whenever someone tries to help, but his father keeps forgetting. “That’s not true. Teacher doesn’t even have a boyfriend!”

Jaehyung bites down his lip as he slips on his own shoes, avoiding looking straight your way. You clear your throat, embarrassed. If Bongbong could score a (partially) toothless 4 years old ‘girlfriend’ on his first day of daycare... Jae is sure a grown woman like you has no problem finding a date on Friday night. Probably with a good man who isn’t a mess, and who doesn’t have to adapt his schedule around his young kid all the damn time. 

“Girls don’t need boyfriends to have plans, Park Jaebong.” You fake-scold, ruffling the little boy’s hair, but he’s too concentrated on the Velcro tapes of his shoes to mind. Jae feels himself go all mushy at the sight. “But he’s right,” you add, clearly for the older Park, “I don’t have any...” As soon as you realise what you just said, your eyes round in dismay. “Plans, I m-mean, not a boyfriend! Euh, I’m not in a hurry… So, you can take your time, it’s really no trouble. As long as you come to pick him up, I’m fine.” Jae’s blood rushes to his brain as his heart begins to beat faster. You’re flustered, but he’s not sure why. Surely it has little to do with him. “But I don’t have one either… A boyfriend I mean…” His mouth opens in confusion at your clarification. “Nevermind, forget I said that.” You hurry to add, wincing before running a hand in your hair to mask your uneasiness. Jae breathes out, trying to make sense of the last 30 seconds. That was unnecessary right? You didn’t have to share that personal information with him.

“Do I get to have ice cream now?” Bongbong asks dryly, totally ignoring the general atmosphere between you two grown-ups. He stands back up to slide his hand into his father’s. Jae is thankful for the distraction, since he has no idea what to do with himself after what you said. The little boy turns to you to explain; “When mommy doesn’t make it, I get ice cream.” 

“Yes.” Jae replies softly, somewhat ashamed to be exposed for bribing his son with sweets. “Anything you want.”

“Double chocolate.” Bongbong says without hesitation when his father holds the door for everyone to get out. 

“Sure, double chocolate,” Jae agrees while you’re locking the daycare doors, “with chocolate sauce...”

“Yeaaaah!” His kid grins pleased with that small win. “Teacher, which flavour do you want?” Jae, who was starting to walk for his car, stops, suddenly frozen still. It seems his son misunderstood since you’re all leaving at the same time, “Buddy, I don’t think–”

“Daddy always eats cookie dough with chips in it…” Bongbong pulls his tongue out, unbothered. “No good!”

“Really?” You laugh and Jaehyung smiles despite himself, gazing at you a little too long. At least until he feels his face warm up, and he has to look elsewhere. You still haven’t moved to get to your own car. Should they walk you, or would that be too weird? “Strawberry ice cream is my favourite.” 

Bongbong’s whole face lights up and he offers you a thumbs up, approving. “Can teacher come with us, daddy? Pleaaaaase…” 

His son tugs at his hand, pleading, and Jae simply stares in awe. He didn’t expect this opportunity at all. “I, euh, I don’t know...” Jaebong’s got game. No wonder he’s the one with a girlfriend. “Do you want to join us for ice cream, Teacher y/n?” He risks, smiling dumbly when he says your actual name. Jae waits for your answer, heart racing as you toy with your keys. Shit, you’re hesitating. You’re probably weirded out by him even asking you that. Shit. Shit. He feels lightheaded, he’s about to make a joke to get out of it.

After an eternity, you choose to smile back, saying softly; “I never say no to ice cream, Mr Park.” Immediately, Bongbong cheers, starting to run for his father’s car without waiting for you two. 

Breathless, Jae hovers, dancing from one foot to the other; “It’s just Jae actually.”

“Jae.” You try, and a shiver runs down his spine. “I’m just y/n.”

“That’s settled then.” He tries to stop smiling by biting his lower lip, but he fails. “There’s only one more thing, y/n…”

“What?” You ask, obviously nervous as you both start walking to join Jaebong. 

“It’s not that I mind,” Jae inhales sharply, “But… Did you hurt your eye or–” You gasp in horror, realising something. “Oh my God!” Taking the pirate eyepatch off too fast, you get the elastic entangled in your hair. “That’s so embarrassing…” you groan, wincing. It must hurt when you pull at it, but in your panic, you don’t seem to mind at all. 

“It’s nothing,” Jae chuckles, choosing to ease you by making fun of himself, “imagine needing your 4-year-old to help you ask–”

“DADDYYYY!” Bongbong interrupts loudly, tugging at the car’s back door in repetition. “IT’S LOCKED!” He ruins the moment. “OPEEEN!”

Jae shuts his eyes, dispirited, and you burst out laughing, bringing a hand to cover your mouth. When you’re done, you roll your eyes at him and he shrugs, unlocking the doors with his remote. Perhaps Bongbong is still a bit too young to have reached his full potential as a wingman after all. One thing is sure though, thanks to him you’re getting ice cream together…

And it sounds like a much more promising Friday night than what Jae could’ve ever hoped for.

DAY6 | M.list

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Beauty and the Panther (III)

 A/N: IT’S T’CHALLA THURSDAY. Hey, everyone. So in this chapter, Nyla is still getting used to the Wakandian lifestyle and decides to get her mind off things with a simple workout when she ends up having a workout partner.

Warning: Tear Jerkers, here and there.

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ALL BOLD PRINT IS A FLASHBACK.

Nyla woke up the next morning with some deep thoughts. After she did her morning routine, fed Power and ate breakfast, she couldn’t help but think of her folks. She stood outside on her balcony with her parents’ rings on her golden necklace. Cliche, yes, but it was the only way she can have them around at all times. Her hands were on the railing as she looked out to the mountains of Wakanda. Her mother would have loved this view so much. When Nyla was only a little girl, she would catch her looking out to the setting sun of New York. As she caressed the rings, her eyes had shut.

~

  Nyla had come out of her room when she heard the balcony doors open. She peeked out to see her mother’s red, fade hair cut. She wore a black spaghetti strap tank with low ride mother jeans and her bare toes out on the pavement. She leaned against the balcony when she heard five-year-old’s feet approaching her. “Nyla, princess. What you doin’ creepin’ up to your mother, hm?” Nyla walked to her mother’s right leg and said “I just wanted to see you, mama. I missed you today.” She picked her up and hugged her tightly. “Aw, baby. Was school hard today”; Nyla nodded. “The kids made fun of my hair, again. They said it was ugly and nappy.” She ran her fingers through her baby’s curls and said “I see nothing wrong with your hair, LaLa. They are just jealous because you have hair that looks like Mother Nature sculpted it herself. It’s like clouds, right there.” She pointed out to a cloud that looked like a fluffy afro. “You see, LaLa. You were blessed to be different. So was I and your father, and every other black person in the world we know and love. These kids at your school hate themselves so much that they pick on your natural beauty”, she said as she poked Nyla’s nose making her giggle.

 “Awe, my baby. You are way too precious to ever care what anyone says about you. Promise, mama that you will never and I mean never ever care about what those poopy head kids have to say.” Nyla did the army salute and said “I pwomise. I love you, mommy.” Nyla was in her arms as she hugged her mother. “I love you too, LaLa. Now, let’s get dinner started before daddy gets home.” All of a sudden, the door opened and Nyla jumped out of her arms, screaming "daddy”, running inside as her mom laughed echo through her head.

~

Nyla’s eyes opened to still see the mountains with a single teardrop and a meow to her left. “C’mon, Power. I gotta get my mind right.” She went in to change into a black, a hoodie, matching shorts and some comfortable running shoes. She grabbed her gloves, water bottle, headphones and bag before heading out. When she made her way to the training floor, she saw that most of the things seemed very similar to the gyms she was used to back home. She went to the weight area, running her fingers against them; all of a sudden, she heard a few beeping noises. She looked up to see a laser scan the move and a voice appeared. “Announce name for verification.” She cleared her throat and said “Agent Nyla Miller.”

“Agent Nyla Miller accepted. Welcome to Wakanda, Agent Miller”, the woman’s voice said and the room completed the scan. Nyla went over to the mat and faced the window as she began stretching her body out. She posed in downward dog for a few minutes and began stretching her hamstrings out. She also began a fighter warm up with various kicks and punches with her headphones on. She went over to the weights, reached for the ten-pound dumbbells and a glow purple light wrapped around her wrists. She looked around confused and asked out loud and the voice came back. “These guard help to protect your wrist and add less pressure, Agent Miller.”

  Her brow raised as she began doing squats, noticing how she didn’t feel any pain what so ever and when she finished her set, she felt as if there was no tension what so ever. “Hm, should send some of these to the agency out in New York.” She was observing the rest of the gym and noticed the silver-toned bars. She saw the slight glowed purple but decided to hit the punching bag instead. She wrapped her hands with gauze from her duffle bag and began punching. All of a sudden, she felt a hand on her shoulder. Out of instinct, she took the hand flipped it. “Oh my God. King T’Challa”. He lied on the floor looking up to her and said “hello, Agent Miller. Did I startle you?” She helped him up and said “I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

“It is fine. I guess your headset has noise cancellation.” She noticed he was in full work out gear in black; muscle tee, pants, and sneakers. “Hm, this is refreshing. You aren’t all done up. You look like just a regular guy at the gym.”

“Well, it would be difficult to wear something other than this to do as such, Agent”, he said with a smirk; she nodded. “Well, if you want I can leave so you can be alone.” He slightly shook his head as he went over to the weights. “No, no. You are fine. Stay and join me. I need to see how you what you have in store so I am not surprised like earlier.” She nodded as she grabbed the jump ropes; she tossed him one and said: “let’s do it.” They began facing face to face as the jumped rope and he watched carefully.

 After jumping, they took turns at the punching bag. “Very good. Now hook the right with more force”, Nyla heard. After they started dripping in sweat, she unzipped her sweater and revealed a sports bra. She began sipping her drink as he watched and licked his lips a little. He cleared his throat and said “Agent Miller, you will be willing to show me your combat skills. I heard from Agent Ross that they are quite amazing.” She placed her bottle down then stood across from him. “Okay, we can do that. Come at me like you are about to hurt me.”

 With that, he was in attack mode. When he launched at her, she flexed her wrist with her dominant hand, pretended to aim underneath his chin, jabbing upward at the throat; this move is called the heel palm strike. “Very good. Now show me more. Let’s say I am the enemy and I am about to punch you.” He got into a fighting stance with his hands to his face. “Easy, I would deliver an elbow strike”. She began to stabilize herself with a strong core and legs to ensure a powerful blow. Bending her arm at the elbow, shifting her weight forward, and struck her elbow into his jawline. “The way my father taught me is to keep my stomach tight and put all my weight to the front. Knocks out the opponent quickly. Always told me to aim for the temple, jaw, neck or chin to make sure I got them where I need them to be.”

“And where will that be?”

“On the ground begging for mercy”, she said and it made him laugh. “But to be very serious, this loosens their grip, especially if they have a grip on you.”

“What if the attacker succeeds and has you in their grasps and has you in a good grip like this?” He wrapped his arms around her tightly and began yanking her body. “Simple, my king”. She began the ‘bear hug attack’; bent forward from the waist. This shifted her weight forward, making it more difficult for T’Challa to pick her up. It also gave her a better angle to throw elbows from side to side to the face. She turned into him with one of her elbows and continued counterattacking. With space these moves have created, she ran to the bars and pulled two off; throwing one to him.

“Ah, so you have techniques in staff fighting as well?” Nyla twirled the staff between her fingers as she paced the floor. “Meh, I know a little something here and there. My mother and sensei taught me when I was younger.”

“Was your mother a fighter?”

“Psh, no. She would never hurt a fly but my pops. Now, that man was a boxing trainer before he passed. They taught me everything I know now so I wouldn’t have to depend on anyone.”

“Don’t you feel alone at times?”

“What do you mean. King T’Challa?” He began twirling his staff as he spoke. “Well, as in a partnership. Everyone deserves to not feel lonely. Even as King, I feel like I need a life partner.” Nyla walked up to her spot on the mat and said “well, King T’Challa. Not everyone is the same. Some people would love to feel like they can lean on someone but others, like myself, like to feel like they control whatever they do and not be held in submission; to feel like they don’t need someone. We like the quiet of our homes especially when you don't have to share covers.” He nodded with a Mona Lisa smile as she said: “let’s see what you got.”

“Okay then, Agent Miller.”

“Please just call me Nyla.”

“As long as you call me just T’Challa.”

“Okay then. just T'Challa.”

When he was about to strike, she spun her staff against his to block the blow and ducked in time to hit him in the side resulting him to step back. When he looked up, she stood with her arms to the side and a smug look on her face; he mirrored her pose and they began again. Every time he tried to hit her, she always blocked the shot. She twirled her staff at a speed that left him flabbergasted but he had to focus and try to stop the spin. He used his tool to stop her staff but when she saw he was about to hit her again so she blocked as she hit into a full split. He noticed how flexible she was and took a mental note.

As he was distracted, she snatched his pole and smacked him on the right side of his stomach. When he knelt down, she slid between his legs and placed both poles in her hands and pressed it on to his neck so that his back was against her wet chest. “Do you want to give in, T’Challa?”

“I will never yield. Never have, never will”, he said with a snicker and pushed both poles away, flipping her over and pinning her to the ground. “Do you want to give in, Nyla?” She leaned into his face and said “never have. Never will.” She wrapped her legs around his neck and flipped them onto their backs as she held his arm in place. “Yield, T’Challa,” she yelled into the air. All of a sudden they heard the automatic greeting voice say “welcome, Princess Shuri.” They looked to their left and saw the princess in all black; jeans, turtle neck sweater, and boots. Her hair was in two space buns as she held a button on her beads.

“Sister, are you recording”, he asked and she looked side to side with just her eyes then back to them. “For research”, Shuri told him as Nyla got up and so did he; rubbing to ease the pain. “Delete that footage”, he said pointing to her. “How much did you get, Princess Shuri?”

“Since the first round you did.”

���We can use that for a training video for the new recruits next month”, Nyla said and Shuri saved the file. “Perfect. Speaking of recruits, I need you to meet me at my lab today for your new uniform. It’s ready.” Nyla looked at Shuri tilting her head with narrow eyes. “But you never took my measurements.” Shuri smiled and explained “trust me. It’ll fit perfectly. I will send you the directions.” Nyla nodded and looked back at T’Challa; doing the Wakanda salute. “Until next time, T’Challa.” He returned the salute and watched as she gathered her things and walked out. Shuri waited until she left; she looked at T’Challa with folded arms and a raised brow. “Brother, what are you trying to do?”

“What do you mean, Sister Shuri”, he asked sipping from his water bottle. “You know exactly what I mean. You have been acting quite weird and then one of my scientists told me that you put a camera in her room. For what reason, would on Bast green Earth you will need a camera in the Agent’s room?” He looked at his sister as he walked up to her. “We have to keep an eye on her, sister. We don’t know the woman or what she is capable of. We can not have our guard. As king, you should take my word. I will see you in the lab after I shower.” He left with a smirk on his face.

An Hour Later

 Nyla was freshly washed and dressed in a white dress shirt and jeans with combat boots, all made by Wakanda. She slipped in her bracelet and necklace before shaking her twists out. She made her way down the lab as music played loudly and Shuri was at a rectangular table looking at blueprints. “Princess Shuri, I’m here.”

“Nyla, hello. Are you ready,” Shuri asked in an excited tone and took Nyla’s arm. “I hope you don’t mind but I have called for my family and M’Baku for any suggestions they may have.” Nyla nodded as she saw the Royal Family on a white couch waiting. “Now, stand right here on the very spot”, she said as she moved Nyla’s body on a red spot coming from the ceiling. “Now, I will place this onto your pants, in the front”, Shuri mentioned clipping onto her pants. She stood back to the right side of her mother and said “now, whenever you and your team are in a hurry for battle. You will just hit that button right there in the front.” Nyla looked down to see the panther shaped button glow purple.

 “Can I press it”, Nyla said and Shuri instructed her more. “Yes, but you also have the option to say the command word ‘Utshintsho” which means-”

“Transform.” N’Jadaka looked up to her with folded legs and said: “don’t forget that she fluent, cuz.” Shuri looked to her big cousin and threw the pen cap to his head. T’Challa sat up leaning as he watched Nyla; Shuri took notice. “Nyla, go ahead,” she said and Nyla held both arms to her side and palms facing them. “Utshintsho”, they heard and saw a black material spread against her skin from her pelvic area. Nyla watched as her body became covered but she wasn’t scared, she was intrigued. Once she was done, the belt turns completely black and she looked to the others. “Princess, this is dope”, N’Jadaka said leaning back. M’Baku spread his legs wide and said “even though, I think this was a foolish idea of yours. She does look like the part. Very good, Princess Shuri.” Queen Mother stood walking towards her and said: “this looks incredible, You have done it again, sweetheart.”

“Thank you, Queen Mother. Nyla, you can turn and see yourself, if you like.” Nyla turned to see the garment and was shocked; Shuri was right. “It fits perfectly, Princess Shuri.” The suit was like a leather material and the inseams glowed a lilac the golden shade. The garment came with a turtle neck and connected to boots with the suit. Specks of gold spot flashed against it and the flashed purple in the light; she noticed a ring in her right middle finger. “Throw your fist out”, Shuri said and when she did, a spear popped into her hand; just like her suit int flashed colors as she spun it. “Whoa. This is...wow.”

“You’re welcome”, Shuri said and T’Challa stood. He walked to her slowly and walked around slowly. He noticed the rise of her breasts, the thickness of her thighs and the dip in her back that accentuated her round backside. He went to her right and felt on the fabric. “What can the suit do, sister? Is it like mine and N’Jadaka’s as well?”

“Precisely, just instead of you don't have a spear and you have masks.” T’Challa stood back and looked to the group. “Let’s see it work. Give us a kick of any kind, any other moves and don’t hold back. I want to see if the WPS will be comfortable in this for battle.” She nodded slowly and cracked her neck. She took a deep breath and started with a regular sidekick then a hook kick and finally into turning kick and split. They all clapped as she sprung back up, T’Challa’s head titled then back straight. “Very, very good”, he shook Nyla’s hand and Shuri, N’Jadaka and M’Baku noticed his body language.

 The night came to an end and she sat in bed with Power beside her sleeping. She only wore a bra and boy shorts as she read from her book that her mother often her when she was younger. She felt her eyes get even and lied down looking towards her balcony.

~

 Nyla lied in bed with her stuffed animal and nightlight on. She heard a knock on her door and turned to see her parents. Her mother had on a durag and so did her father in their pajamas. “Can’t sleep, princess Nyla”, her father asked and she nodded while rubbing her eyes. Her parents stepped in and her mother sat beside her. “Nyla, would you like a song or a story”, she asked and her father knelt in front of her. “Can I have both”, she asked and her father’s laugh bounced off the walls.

   Her mother looked down at her and said “only one, princess.” Nyla looked up to her, nodding. Her mother held her close by her right shoulder and began singing in a sweet, angel-like voice.

“Tulo tulo kwata amwana, bwoto mukwate nga olimulogo, ssebo wulila. Tulo tulo kwata amwana, bwoto mukwate nga olimulogo, ssebo wulila. Njagala ngendeko kumazina nzine kundongo, nkyuse kubulamu obulamu wikulika.Tulo tulo kwata amwana, bwoto mukwate nga olimulogo, ssebo wulila.”

Then her father sung the english part.

“Tulo Tulo, go to sleep my pretty baby, dream sweetly through the night. Tulo Tulo, go to sleep my pretty baby, dream sweetly through the night. In your dreams you’ll dance in moonlight, in your dreams you’ll soar through the starry sky. Tulo Tulo, go to sleep my pretty baby, dream sweetly through the night.”

 They both sang together in both African and Englsih until their angel’s eyes fluttered.

 Nyla’s eyes slowly fluttered as she slept dreams of her past family.

~

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Could you do a little more with CA and little Robin? That was sooo cute.

Little Robin may be my new favorite character, not gonna lie. Thanks for the prompt, enjoy!

Little Robin’s Adventures, Chapter 2:  Kissing and Tea Parties

“Oh good, there you are!” Zelena shouted frantically as she ran over to the couple cuddled up together in a booth at Granny’s.

“Hey! What’s up?” Robin asked, a worried look suddenly painted on her face.

“I need you to watch her?” Zelena smile hopefully at the adult version of her daughter.

“Who?” Robin mumbled, hoping that this version of her Mother wasn’t about to ask her what she thought she was.

“You?” Zelena counterattacked innocently.

“Me?”

“Me! Hi, pretty Alice.” Little Robin shouted as she ran through the door, immediately crawling into the booth and wedging herself between the two lovers.

“Hello, little one!” Alice coed as she placed a small kiss on the child’s head.

“You want me to watch myself?” Robin smiled forcefully, not wanting to upset her younger self.

“It’s an emergency and who better to look after Little Robin, than you!” Zelena begged.

“I don’t know…” Robin mumbled as she looked at Alice for help, they had already planned a whole day together and some of the stuff Robin had in mind, was definitely not kid friendly.

“Please…it’s been forever since I’ve spent time with you two!” Little Robin looked up at Alice with a pout, melting the blonde girl’s heart.

“What do you think?” Robin smirked, already knowing that Alice was never able to say no to her younger self.

“I think that I love spending time with both of my Robin’s. Of course, we will watch her!” Alice smiled brightly as she pulled Little Robin into her arms for a cuddle.

“Brilliant! I’ll stop by your place later to pick her up! Now, be a good girl monkey.” Zelena clapped her hands together excitedly.

“I will.” Both Robin’s answered at the same time, before rolling their eyes at each other. Robin could already tell that this was going to be a long day.

“Okay little one, since you are our guest, why don’t you pick what we do first?” Alice asked as she walked hand in hands with both Robin’s, down the streets of Storybrooke.

“I can do anything?” Little Robin bounced excitedly.

“Anything in all the realms!” Alice winked, before bumping shoulders with the older, grumpier Robin.

“Can we…umm.” Little Robin screwed up her face in thought, something that Alice had seen Robin do hundreds of times when having to make much more important and in some cases,  life-altering decisions. “Oh, I got it! Can we have a tea party? I was reading Henry’s book and it says that you liked to have tea parties in Wonderland?”

“Good idea little one, what do you think Nobin? Fancy joining us for a tea party?” Alice winked, already knowing that Robin had never been a fan of Alice’s tea parties, even if she didn’t admit it.

“Sounds like a blast!” Robin said with fake enthusiasm. “We could even pick up some gingerbread men from the bakery if you want Kid?” Robin looked over at her younger self, with a knowing smirk.

“With extra icing?” Little Robin’s eyes lit up as her grip on Alice’s hand tightened.

“And chocolate button eyes, instead of that gummy cr…stuff!” Robin was quick to stop herself from cursing as Alice sent her a warning glare.

“Yes!” Little Robin cheered ecstatically while jumping in the air. “This is going to be the best day ever!”

One trip to the bakery for gingerbread men and some English biscuit’s later, the trio found themselves walking up the long path that leads to the couple’s small cottage. Little Robin looked around in amazement, she had never seen land so green before, being used to city life, this was a whole new world to her.

“You…we live here?” Little Robin asked her older self.

“Sure, do Kid…and this is not even the best part. Wait until you see the target practice set up, I have out the back!” Robin winked as her younger self grew more and more excited by the second.

“Robin! Don’t you think she’s a little young to be around stuff like that?” Alice warned the older brunette, stopping the pair who were about to run around to the back of the house.

“Oh…sorry Kid. Maybe when you’re older.” Robin shrugged at the now pouting 6-year-old.

“No fair!” Little Robin kicked the ground, a sign that both girls recognized as the start of a meltdown.

“Aww come here little one…it’s just that I don’t want my favorite girl getting hurt by the pointy arrows.” Alice crouched down as she opened her arms to the teary-eyed child, who glad ran into them, holding the blonde close.

“Sometimes she doesn’t even let me out to practice,” Robin added, smirking to herself because she knows that it’s for a completely different reason, that her 6-year-old self would understand when she got older.

“Really?” Little Robin asked the blonde.

“Really, really. I don’t know what I would do if either of my Robin’s were to get hurt!”

“I don’t want you to get hurt either pretty Alice.” Little Robin planted a small kiss on Alice’s cheek, before hiding her red face in the blonde’s neck.

“Alright you two, I thought we were meant to be having a tea party? Kid, why don’t you head into the house and grab the blanket from the front room?” Little Robin was quick to sprint away from the couple, leaving them alone, just as Robin wanted.

“I can’t believe it.” Alice started as a wicked smile appeared on her face. “You’re jealous of a 6-year-old!” Alice teased, before wrapping her arms around the pouting brunette.

“Am not…”

“Are too…don’t worry love, you’re still my favorite version of you.” Alice purred as she cupped the taller girls face.

“You sure about that?” Robin huffed.

“Of course, I can’t do this…” Alice paused as she planted a passionate kiss on the brunette’s pouting lips, prompting Robin to wrap her strong arms around Alice’s slender waist and pull her closer. “To any other Robin’s, now can I?” Alice finished as she moved to place small kisses in the crook of Robin’s neck.

“Why are you kissing Robin?” The two girls quickly pulled away to see Little Robin, her small arms full of pillows and a blanket, with a confused look on her face.

“Oh…Umm.” Alice was at a loss for words for the first time in her life, she had never had to explain why she felt this way for Robin before. Her Papa had just simply accepted it and it had been an unspoken realization between her and Robin.

“Why don’t you go and start brewing the tea, I got this.” Robin gave Alice’s hand a quick squeeze as she handed over the bags from the bakery, before walking over to her younger self. “How about we go a little walk around the garden?” Robin knelt down to look her younger self in the eye, receiving only a nod in reply, as her little face scrunched up in thought.

The walk was silent, to begin with, neither of the Robin’s really sure what to say. Little Robin was replaying the kiss in her mind, confused as to why it made her stomach flutter, while Robin was trying to think of the perfect way for her to explain to the 6-year-old what her life had in store for her.

“There are lots of bunnies around here…” Little Robin commented as a baby rabbit hopped across the path in front of them.

“Yeah, Alice seems to attract them…hey Kid, why don’t we sit down and talk for a bit?” Robin reached her hand out for the younger girl to take, an action that she had never done before. In any of their past interactions, it had always been Alice who took Little Robin’s hand.

Leading her to a small tree swing that Robin had built for Alice, to sit and read on. Sitting down on the swing, Robin’s face was quickly cupped by her younger self, who began to inspect her older self’s face.

“I don’t see any cuts…” Little Robin mumbled as she let go of her face.

“Come again?” Robin asked in confusion, her face scrunched up like Little Robin’s face had been moments ago.

“When I fall and hurt myself, Mom or Aunt Regina kiss it better…I thought that Alice was kissing a cut better.” Little Robin mumbled as she shrugged her shoulders.

“Oh…that’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about Kid.” Robin paused, as Little Robin turned on the seat to face her fully. “Alice and I have known each other for a really, really long time…and the thing is, she is my best-est friend in the whole world…but she’s also more than a best friend…do you understand what I’m saying, Kid?” Robin looked down at the brunette, who had corkscrewed her lips together as she thought about her older self’s words.

“Nope…” Little Robin said with a pop.

“Right…you know how when things go wrong around here, everyone always talks about true love?”

“Yep! Neal’s Mommy and Daddy share true love’s kiss all the time…oh.” Little Robin’s eyes widened in excitement. “Alice is your true love! That’s why you were kissing her?!” The little brunette jumped down from the swinging seat, as she danced around the grass.

“Exactly…Alice and I love each other very much, one day you’ll get that feeling with your own Alice…or whoever you fall in love with.” Robin couldn’t help but smile at the young girl, telling her had been heaps easier than when she came out to her Mother, but she knew now, that if Little Robin really did follow in her footsteps that particular moment would be a whole lot easier now.

“I get to kiss my own Alice one day?” Little Robin’s mouth fell open.

“If you’re lucky…but make sure it’s YOUR Alice and not MY Alice.” Robin joked with the young girl before Little Robin knocked the wind out of her as she ran straight in for a hug.

“I can’t wait until I grow up to be like you…” Little Robin mumbled against her stomach.

“Hey, Kid? Can you keep a secret?” Robin asked, prompting the little girl to pull away from the hug slightly.

“Yep!” The child nodded excitedly.

“One day, very soon for me, you are going to get down on one knee and you are going to give your Alice this.” Robin carefully pulled out a white handkerchief, carefully she unfolded it to reveal a sparkling diamond ring.

“Woah, that’s pretty…are you gonna marry Alice?” Little Robin whispered as she lifted the ring up for a better look.

“That’s the plan Kid, just need to think of the perfect way to do it.” Robin shrugged, as Little Robin placed the ring back in her hand. Quickly the archer wrapped up the handkerchief and placed it in her pocket inside her jacket.

“Oh! I have an idea!” Little Robin announced before running off behind the swing. Unsure if she wanted her to follow, Robin remained where she was and waited for the young girl to reappear. Ten minutes later, Little Robin came running back struggling to carry a large rabbit. “How good are you at training rabbits?” 

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