#saved it so I could look at it when I feel sucky

[nottheweirdest]

So maybe this is really silly, but thank you so much for writing Coming Home? I only found it like a month ago but I've just finished reading it again. It's SO damned cute and makes my heart so fuzzy. Your writing style is fantastic - this has EASILY become my favorite Sonadow fic

Silly??? Are you kidding 😭😭😭

This is the best thing ever and I'm just over here smiling and melting into the ground with happiness, so THANK YOU!! Not silly in the slightest, your message is just very very kind 🥰

I'm really glad you found the story and even more than you enjoyed it! It started out a guilty pleasure, at least the very base idea of it, and before I knew it, it became a really personal vent/therapeutic fic. It makes me happy when people relate to and find enjoyment in it. 🖤💙

Thank you again so much for your sweet words! If you read any of my other rambles I hope you enjoy them as well!! 💖🙏

[alexdiedin1999]

Ajax petropolis x reader

A/n: I’m so bad at writing but there’s like…two fics under Ajax petropolis x reader and my dude doesn’t deserve that 😔

E/C: eye color

summary: Ajax has been crushing on you for ages, dropping obvious hints every chance he gets. So why don’t you notice? Do you not like him? Something changes when the Rave’n dance comes.

warnings: like longing with fluff, happy ending, sucky writing, reader not picking up on obvious stuff, yelling.

The rave’n dance is coming up soon, and Ajax can’t wait. There’s just one problem. A certain someone doesn’t reciprocate his feelings. he’d dropped the most obvious hints, and they’d brushed them off like nothing had happened. Anyone except them would realize. To recount, these hints included:

•The time he gave you a heart necklace with your initials on it. You’d beamed at him and he almost thought you’d say what he so desperately wanted to hear. But then you said

“This is so sweet! You’re the best friend ever.” His heart sank into his chest. See, if he’d been a little more perceptive, he would’ve also paid attention to how much you were blushing when you gave it to him. But he didn’t.

•it was winter at Nevermore. The snow was thick and you’d dragged him outside, sticking your tongue out to catch the snowflakes. He admired you , your ability to look good even when you didn’t care. You turned to him, and giggled.

“what?” You asked. “Nothing!” He said quickly, looking away. “You were staring at me.” You pressed. “I- you have snow in your hair.” He lied. His face was red, but not from the cold. You shook your head, shaking the invisible flaked of snow from your hair. You were so unreal. The grip you had on his life was debilitating. Now, every time he looked at snow, he thought of you.

• He’d asked you to come over and have a movie marathon with him. He’d meant it as a date, and his heart had sped up when you’d said yes. It was perfect. He felt light as air every time you buried yourself deeper into his side on the way-too-small couch in his room. You thought it was lucky he even got one, considering he didn’t have to room with anyone. You shared with Enid. When you realized how late it was, you reluctantly said good night. He’d never felt better. “This was a great hangout. See you tommorow?” His smile faltered, but only for a second, when he heard the word hangout. He should’ve known you didn’t see him..like that. He hastily said good night.

Mix that with every other signal he’d given you, ever longing touch or small gift, even the way he looked at you. It was obvious. But you never noticed. He wanted to ask you to the Rave’n. So you met up like you did every Wednesday, at the weathervane. You sat, ordering the same thing you did every time. When the topic changed from homework to the Rave’n, he practically jumped at the chance to ask you.

“Y/n, I really want to go to-” Tyler sets the drinks down, interrupting him as he turns to you. “not to sound like a creep, but is there any chance..I could get your number?” You shoot a second long look at Ajax, turning back to Tyler and writing your number on a slip of paper he hands you, giving him your most seductive smile. Ajax feels sick to his stomach. You turn back to him. “Yeah?” You say, eyes wide. “Nothing.” He mutters, and hurriedly leaves after paying for his coffee.

Now he’s in your room, messing with your things while you finish your homework. He changes the song on your speaker, and you look up.

“hey! I liked that song.” You hit his arm playfully. He groans and turns it back. He was going to not pay attention to the song, save for a few nods of his head, but now that you’ve given your approval, he listens. The lyrics are about not confessing when your in love, and his heart tightens. He looks at you, focused on your work. You’re so pretty, your E/C eyes shining as you furrow your brow, furiously writing something down. He decides he can’t wait any longer. All he wants is to say it, to get you out of his head somehow. But instead he thinks about how many times you didn’t pick up on his hints, and he gets frustrated. He knows you’ve noticed. So why haven’t you done anything?

“Why do you keep rejecting me?” He asks. Your head shoots up, your eyes widening. He regrets what he’s said immediately.

“What?” You say, panic coursing through you. The truth was, you’d been trying to get Ajax to notice the crush you had on him for ages, dropping subtle signs that you were into him every now and then. “If you don’t like me I get it, but you have to stop being so…I don’t know.” He instinctively tries to run his hands through his hair before realizing his beanie is on.

“I..I’m so confused.” You say, trying to get it together as realization sets in. He steps closer. “God! You keep leading me on and then saying we’re just friends! Do you like me or not?” He doesn’t yell, not quite. He would never yell at you. But he’s frustrated, and it’s obvious. It’s not your fault, really. You’d both been misreading the situation forever.

“You like me back?” You say, happiness overwhelming you. His anger disappears, and he walks closer to you.

“God you can be so oblivious.” He groans. You move your face closer to him, smiling. “But you still like me.” You whisper to him, and he grins. “Yeah I do.” You kiss him, happily. You stay like that till you both need to come up for air. He looks away before asking, “do you want to go to the Rave’n with me?” You feel ecstatic as you nod, blushing a deep shade of scarlet. He smiles impossibly wider and reconnects your lips eagerly. Then another question pops into his head. He wishes they would stop so he can just enjoy the moment, the feel of your soft lips against his, but he feels inclined to ask.

“I thought you liked Tyler?” You grin at him as you readjust yourself onto his lap so you can kiss easier.“No, I just wanted to see if that would make you angry.” Relief flows through him. “Did it?” His hands press against your waist. “I don’t know, did it?” You reply against his lips. He doesn’t respond beyond pressing another fervent kiss against your lips, and that’s enough.

[prapaiwife]

Yei, this episode, we can clearly see what he has been doing behind chers' back and yak's, too. And It's all just going to implode eventually. He clearly owes those people back the money he borrowed from them. And it is so sad because I just think about that scene when cher was telling him how he would help him he would even ask his mom for some money to help them out. And i get yei doesn't want to, cause him just being able to have cher in of itself is enough he's grateful to have his mom's blessing. Unlike how It seems he doesn't have his father support at all. I think in my little prediction that if anything yak and yei's Dad felt disappointed or like it was a disgrace to the family and the boxing Community in general for his son to be gay and he couldnt accept that nor want to be a part of that and left them with the gym to manage with all of it's financial burdens to them.

But cher is just as worried and feels the burden with all of the gym and it's finances and supporting their boxers. Cher has been such an open ear to yei he will listen to him on whatever. Cher has stuck out through this whole thing with him up till this point. When things are getting hard he's still in this with him because he wants to help, because he sees how much the gym means to yei and the gym itself has became a place that he has also grown to love so much it's basically thrur second home away from home.

He just needs to stop feeling like he needs to do it alone because he doesn't have to. It's like as if he needs to prove to himself and to his dad that he could be that man, that provider. My friend and I were discussing this, and she said thus, which I think is so true in yei's situation. It's in dark blue kiss when pete says queer people feel they have to be perfect to make up for being queer to their parents.

But the thing is, yei already is doing his best. He's taking care of his little brother, helping him out in any way that he could. He's taking care of cher, and he's happy with him and only wants the same for him.

What yei is doing now is not going to work in the long run it's only going to be more of a problem as time passes. And with him doing this behind cher back, can be seen as him being unfaithful as cher told him last week, or come up as you are doing this because you don't trust him. Cause u felt that you had to go behind his back and do this because you know that cher was not going to accept that no matter the circumstance.

In this episode, he took them out on this trip, and I know how he was able to pay for it because of the money he borrowed from those guys. And when they were talking at the river about when they first met and how he saved cher from being assaulted, And how share came to we know they fell for each other very hard.

He was telling him that he's sorry if he was ever a sucky boyfriend and making these nice romantic gestures for him because obviously he loves him, no doubt about it. But also because he knows that what he's doing is going to catch up to him sooner rather than later. And when cher finds out he's going to be mad but I also think he's just going to be more disappointed that he didn't trust him enough to tell him this is what he was doing all this time. He's putting himself and cher and his yak in danger this way. A relationship is a two-way street you have to communicate yes they talk about the words of the gym multiple times but he never went down this road possibly getting a laundry money from some people who he's going to have to pay back to. So it's just that when this all comes down, it's going to be a lot. I know it.

Cause now. What if those guys come to look for him at the gym?And they don't see him, they only see cher. And cher has no idea what is going on!? 😭😭 this is gonna be a disaster.

[base0h]

Hello, sorry if I boring you..

I just would like to have a request with sanji, luffy and ace react with a s/o who doesn't fight as much as possible, because she wants to pretend to be a weak person (she doesn't it AT ALL)

one day they are about to take a violent blow and their "weak" s/o imposes herself and keeps the enemy VERY VERY far away with a simple slap

Sorry if it’s a suck request.. 🙈

a/n - ohhhhhh my goshhhh- this idea??? 💜👀nono it’s not a sucky request at all! Tysm for the request anon!

Warnings ⚠️ - g/n reader, overpowered reader (y/n is always so cool 😭)

You don’t fight as much as possible, not because you were weak. But because of the fact that fighting and battles weren’t your favorite thing. So why not avoid it in the best way possible? Pretending you were weak. You’d become quite the actor, easily persuading the entire crew of your supposed “weakness”. You knew that the love of your life, Sanji, would do absolutely anything to keep you safe. That’s what made you feel guilty, his loyalty and love for you. While you were pretending to be weak, the chivalrous chef always had to swoop in and save you like the prince he was. It was whenever he got injured for you when you could’ve easily defended yourself when you felt the guilt deep inside your heart.

Perhaps this facade should end, it was only costing your lover and friends to risk their lives for your safety. God, you felt horrible. You weren’t weak at all! The fact that your crewmates got hurt for you, because they thought you were weak made something burn in your heart. You could easily protect yourself and your friends, so why keep this play going? It was time to end it.

The strawhat crew was in yet another close battle, one that you didn’t think you’d make it out of unscathed. Your assumptions were correct, a marine was just about to land a violent blow to your head with their rifle. It was like everything slowed in your vision. Was your mind so much faster than the world? You could hear the faint cries from Sanji, begging you to get out of the way. That’s what made you snap out of it, flicking the back of your hand into the marines face instead. The soldier flew so far away you couldn’t even see where he landed. The impact of your blow was so powerful that a small gust of wind was felt around you.

No words could describe just how shocked Sanji was to see you completely destroy the soldier like that. One little flick of your hand was all it took to send the soldier flying.. His mouth was hung agape, his eyes as wide as you’d ever seen them before. He couldn’t move, so distracted from your hidden strength. Poor cook ended up being hit in the head by a metal javelin, being slammed into the ground harshly. You immediately went over to him, kicking the javelin out of the marine’s hand, grabbing it and slamming it into the soldier’s face. The blow launched the pitiful soldier far far away, maybe if you looked hard enough, there was a little sparkle in the sky from where he flew.

Sanji didn’t think it was possible to love you even more than he did. But, you proved him wrong. There isn’t a number to describe just how much the man loved and admired you. Everything about you was so perfect, even before he knew about your true strength. The way you smile, when you lend a hand with cooking meals, even the way you talked with him! Oh gosh- he could ramble on and on for decades about just how amazing you were. (Please go along with my thoughts 💀)

You ended up carrying Sanji bridal style, blocking every attack from all angles, the epic and cinematic slo-mo shot as you saved your prince <3 Sanji had that sparkle in his eyes, looking up at you with absolute amazement and love for you. To this day, he would never admit this… But, he would like to be carried by you once more 🙏

You never really got a chance to show off your true strength, not when Luffy was around at least.. He was already bouncing off, kicking ass before you could even lift a finger. It wasn’t like he was doing it on purpose- that was just your boyfriend being himself. Even when you tried to help out, Zoro and Sanji ended up taking over too!!

They all kept stealing all your thunder >:( even Usopp manages to pull through with his ginormous one-shot cannon more than you. You’d had enough! It was time for the crew to know that you weren’t completely useless in a fight.

Luffy was reckless, that’s just how he was, but he meant well! He got himself caught in a marine base, miraculously getting caught by every single guard stationed there. It was honestly amazing to you how he always, almost always got caught. You were hiding behind a crate of rifle ammo and other supplies, waiting for the right moment to strike and save your loveable idiot.

He looked towards you and smiled excitedly right before the guards cuffed him with sea stone. You motioned to him, frantically trying to tell him to not say anything, to BE QUIET.

“Y/N!!! Hey!! You came to save me?? Thanks!”

…

You sat there for a moment. Why was he always like this..? The guards started to aim their swords and weapons at Luffy, ready to strike in a moment. You rushed forward, and just before the soldiers struck your loved, your hand blocked their attacks. The impact of the blows to your hand were completely absorbed, you didn’t move a muscle, the swords unable to cut through your skin.

The marines audibly gasped, and so did Luffy. You slapped them all in the face, sending them flying into all of the crates in the storage room. Splinters, dust, gunpowder, extra swords, clothes, food, and other items flew around the room. You caught a stick of meat and went to go give it to Luffy.

His mouth was on the floor. Literally on the floor. His eyes bulging out of his head as he stood there in astonishment. You put the chunk of meat into his mouth and closed it for him, patting his head softly. He didn’t even start chewing until you started moving his jaw to chew for him.

“Luffy… You ok?”

“MHFM! HOUCH GOME YOUF HAND WAF BIKE SHEBSIBDFSJSHBDIENDJCH?!” (Y/n! How did you do that?! You slapped him and he went BOOOOOOM- THAT WAS SO COOL!)

The rubber boy was shouting with a huge chunk of meat in his mouth, so you didn’t really get anything he said.. You had to grab him and sling him over your shoulder as you both escaped narrowly. He was still yelling at you in gibberish, and you couldn’t really tell if he was amazed or extremely angry-?

a/n - Sanji needs to be carried bridal style pls

[quinnkdev]

My Failed Translations for other French RPG Maker Games: "Duplo", "Exercice de Style", "Dark Soul.Ace"

So, while looking through my games folder on my computer, I stumbled across three RPG Maker 2003 titles I'd like to briefly talk about.

A few years ago - nearly a decade by this point, most likely - I was such an enormous fan of Mortis Ghost's work that I was effectively scraping the bottom of the barrel. Comics and non-game works, but also: Short jam-games, and group-efforts, and shitposts...

Which brings me to my numerous failed translation efforts of those kinds of games. More under the cut.

Dark Soul.Ace

I'll head Dark Soul.Ace, the shitpost of the bunch, off at the pass:

I played it, and didn't think it was particularly interesting or funny.

I looked through the code, and, at the time, was confused, and mixed with the fact I didn't find it entertaining, a translation never got off the ground. I had no passion for it.

Below is the "trailer" for this shitpost game. Be advised that it's VERY late 00s-era humour, and really hasn't aged gracefully.

It gets more interesting from here, though:

Duplo

As far as I remember, this was a jam game Mortis Ghost made together with Exaheva, another comics artist he was collaborating with at the time. Exaheva is still around these days, and she seems a good sort!

Duplo was a strange little beast. Clocking in at only around 15 minutes of playtime, it's a game wherein the protagonist (whose name escapes me atm) lives in a sucky town in a sucky world where people are jerks to him - and then finds a hat that, when put on, transfers him to a version of that same world where people are actually nice to him and respect him!

My translation of this one actually got a decent bit further than the one of the other games I named. My main issue were the colloquialisms it used, which I could much more easily push through now.

If I had more spare time, I'd actually finish it - but while this game is only slightly edgy by today's standards, I still feel like there's not really a demand for "Duplo" to be brought to the English language.

Exercice de Style

This one hurts to admit as my great, big failure. For many reasons!

Those of you who have read some of my Patreon posts about An Outcry's story will know that I have a fondness for the French Oulipo, a kind of writer's association (founded in the 1960s) whose main philosophy is the use of intricate restrictions in order to focus the potency of a written work.

Well, one writer under that umbrella was Raymond Queneau! And he wrote a short book called "Style Exercises", in which he told the same, simple story of a man having an argument on a bus in several different writing and narration styles.

And in ~2009, the Oniromancie forums, as instructed by Exaheva, did the same with RPG Maker 2003.

The "vanilla" story is really simple: You're a plucky RPG hero living in a house with your mum and your sister, when, ALAS! A slime attacks a girl outside! You kill it, and the day is saved.

And along this game's 15 variations, this story would be turned on its head, and retold in several interesting fashions. There's one told from the perspective of a slime's family; One where everyone is a featureless cube; one where the entire thing is an action-RPG on the overworld rather than turn-based one; a dystopian sci-fi one; one made BY Mortis Ghost and one made in the STYLE of OFF - hell, even one that's just a visual novel!

"That's so interesting!", I hear you say. "I want to play that!" Well...

The reason I didn't finish my translation of this one is unfortunately, multifold.

A lot of the text in these 15 game-variations is hard-coded - or rather, hard-printed onto assets. Translating that means translating and editing a staggering amount of image assets without interfering with their size or dimensions, which is a nightmarish edge to walk on.

Some of these have really not aged gracefully - specifically the VN-variation I felt was really ill-conceived and had a incestual ending (????????)

A few of these game variations are VERY buggy. Specifcally the one Mortis Ghost had a strong hand in - the "abstract horror" one - has a glitch where the walls cease to function, and generally-speaking, the game deals very badly with finishing one of the variations and returning to the scene-selection screen. I don't... want to scour through code that I didn't make to fix all of that. Straight-up.

Now, do I suggest you check this game out? Sure, if you can find it. I'm purposefully not providing a download link here because I'm unsure where Mortis or the other contributors stand with this often silly and sometimes ugly thing, but I do think it's absolutely worth being checked out for people who love weird and obscure RPG Maker 2003 titles.

imo, it's worth it alone for the surreal horror piece that Mortis created with the story. It's a little silly, and you can tell it's not taking itself 100% seriously, but somehow it manages to be genuinely disquieting at the same time.

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Soul Survivor: Part Two

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.2k

Warnings: canon angst and violence, extra angst

Summary: Sam begins the process of curing Dean while you sit back and watch Dean get worse before he gets better. One thing is for sure: you're going to have a lot of fun drowning his soul in pain.

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. I love seeing any and all comments <3

x

You're surprised Cas isn't around to give his input. Sam called Cas and told him to make his way to the Bunker to help, but without angel wings, Cas needed to find another way to get to the Bunker. He hooked up with an angel named Hannah because if Dean is a demon, then he's going to need all the help he can get.

Hannah doesn't spend a lot of time on Earth so she is new to driving. She tried using a map to guide her back to the Bunker but ended up making a wrong turn somewhere. She and Cas are stuck on some backroads in an area they are both not familiar with. She lays the map on the hood of the car and studies it while Cas is on the other side trying not to think about how sucky he feels.

He doesn't have his grace so whatever grace he stole before is dying out. Either he needs more of it or he is going to die.

"Sorry, I missed another turn. I have no idea where the main road is." Hannah sighs. "These things are so confining and primitive." She looks up and notices Cas' hunched posture. "It's getting worse, isn't it?" He doesn't answer her so she walks around the car to face him. "Castiel, it's time we stopped avoiding the obvious. You and I both know how to fix this—both you and the situation."

"I will not slit some angel's throat and steal its grace." She opens her mouth but Cas puts a hand up to silence her. "Before you say it, we definitely are not going to beg Metatron."

"What about helping your friend? What about sending the rogue angels back to Heaven? Your preference to die for your principles is very noble but it is meaningless."

"Then you carry on."

"I am not enough!" she shouts.

"Sometimes enough is whatever you have." Cas stumbles and Hannah grabs his arm to steady him. They look into each other's eyes thoughtfully, but the moment is ruined by Cas' phone ringing. "Sam?"

"Hey, are you still coming?"

"I'm a few hours away. Is the treatment working?"

"No, not very well. I don't understand. This isn't like how it was with Crowley. Dean is in pain. I mean, he's in bad pain. It's like he's barely holding on. Cas... I might be killing him."

You walk into the library to overhear Sam's side of the conversation. Dean dying for the second time wouldn't be a worry on your shoulders, but then all you'd hear is Sam's whining about how he lost his brother. He'd do everything he can to bring you back, and you're not about that. Dean can't die. This has to work.

"It might be," Cas sighs.

"Should I stop?"

"And do what? He's not possessed. Exorcism is out of the question. The ritual of purified blood is the only treatment I know."

"Did you not hear what I just said? I could be killing my brother!"

"Sam, he's not your brother. Not now. You have to be prepared for--"

"Killing my brother, I got it," Sam sighs.

You walk right up to him and snatch the phone from his hands. Not only does he have his brother to worry about, but he has you.

"Hey, Cas, Y/N here. Listen, I really don't care if Dean lives or dies. In fact, him out of the picture would make my life much easier. However, I don't want to spend the rest of my life with Sam whining and complaining about how he lost his brother. If there is another way to save Dean, then better let us know now."

Cas is shocked to hear you speak this way. Yes, he knew Dean become a demon as soon as Metatron killed him but he didn't know about your condition. The last time he was with Sam was when you were unconscious in one of the bedrooms. To hear you say something like this when he knows you're in love with Dean is jarring.

"What's wrong with you?" is all he can say.

"Nothing is wrong with me. This is the new me. The sooner you accept it, the sooner you can move on with your life."

"Give me the fucking phone," Sam hisses and steals his phone back. You shrug and walk off to entertain yourself somewhere else. "I'm sorry about her."

"What's going on with Y/N?"

"Something happened to her, Cas. It's like all the good has been sucked out of her. Whatever made her, her isn't there anymore."

"Okay, we'll look into it when I get there. I'll be there as soon as I can."

"Okay. I'll leave the entry unlocked for you. Just hurry, please."

Sam hangs up the phone and decides to check on his brother. You follow quickly with a popsicle in your hand to see what kind of drama they're going to create. Dean is slouched over in his chair with his eyes closed. If you didn't know any better, Dean is dead. Sam runs over to his brother and slaps his cheek to bring him back.

"Hey, Dean! Come on! Come back! Y/N, do something!"

"Why?" you ask and lick your popsicle.

"No," Dean whispers.

"Come back to me. Hey! Dean, are you okay?"

"Yeah, if you consider drowning in your own sweat while your blood boils 'okay'."

Dean coughs as Sam takes a step back from him.

"Look, I can't stop doing this."

"Sure you can. You just stop! There's no point in trying to bring your brother back now."

"Oh, I will bring him back and then both of us are going to bring Y/N back."

"Good luck with that," you scoff.

"Fun fact, Sammy, your guilt-ridden, weight-of-the-world bro has been MIA for quite some time now. I'm loving the new model: Lean, mean, Dean. Did you notice I tried to get as far away from you as possible? Away from your whining and your complaining. I chose the King of Hell over you! Maybe I was just tired of babysitting you or always having to yank your lame ass out of the fire since forever." Dean laughs at the pain on Sam's face. "Maybe it was the fact that my mother would still be alive if it wasn't for you. That your very existence sucked the life out of my life!"

"Ouch," you say and sit down. "Are you gonna take that, Sam?"

"This isn't my brother talking," Sam says and ignores you for now.

"You never had a brother! Just an excuse for not manning up. Guess what: I quit."

"No, you don't. You don't get to quit. We don't get to quit in this family! This family is all we have ever had!"

"Then we got nothin'."

"Would you say that to Dad?"

"Dad? Oh, there's a prize," Dean scoffs. "There's a man who brainwashed us into wasting our lives fighting his losing battle!" Sam turns away from Dean and prepares the next syringe. "Oh. Ooh. Is this you manning up?"

"This is me yanking your lame ass out of the fire." Sam turns and jams another needle full of blood into Dean's arm. "You're welcome."

Sam leaves his brother gasping in pain at the job the purified blood is doing to his body. You get up and go to follow Sam but turn at the entrance to the dungeon. 

"I hope you get cured."

"Why?" Dean coughs.

"When your pretty little soul is restored to what it was before, I'm going to have such a fun time drowning it in pain. You're gonna become my new favorite toy." You wink and suck on the popsicle. "See ya."

x

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[fetusgooseandjuice]

You’re All I Need

Pairings: Yelena Belova x fem!reader | WandNat x daughter!yelena

Summary: You and your dad move next door to Yelena and her moms. It’s only a matter of time before you two fall in love.

Alternative Universe: Natasha and Wanda are married with Yelena as their daughter. Yelena and Y/N are in high school. The MCU plot doesn't exist.

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: Mentions drugs and alcohol addiction

(Mom: Wanda)

(Mama: Natasha)

"Lena!" Wanda called from downstairs.

Yelena got up from her bed and jogged down the stairs. She found her mom standing in the kitchen holding a plate of brownies with saran wrap covering them.

"Stop calling me Lena," she whined, walking into the kitchen.

Wanda chuckled, "Can you run these brownies over to the neighbors? They just moved in, and I'd like to make them feel welcomed." Wanda responded, putting the plate in Yelena's hands.

"Sure I guess. The neighbors to the right or left?" she asked, slipping on her shoes.

"Detka, we live on a corner. We only have neighbors to our left." Natasha said as she walked into the kitchen.

"Oh right." she realized, and Natasha playfully rolled her eyes.

"Just take the brownies and go. Be polite!" Natasha managed to get out before Yelena shut the door.

She walked down the door step and turned down the side walk, making her way to the neighbors house. When she got there, she rang the door bell and waited.

When the door opened, she was met by a tall, clean cut man who looked like he was getting ready for bed.

"Hi, I'm Yelena. I live next door, and my mothers wanted me to give you these brownies as a welcoming gift." she politely said, holding out the brownies for the man to grab.

"Oh well thank you. They look delicious." he responded, taking the plate from Yelena's hands.

"Yeah, my mom loves to bake so," she trailed off with a light chuckle.

"Tell your mothers I said thank you. My daughter has such a sweet tooth, so she'll love them. I'm Matthew." he said with a small smile.

"Nice to meet you. I better get going since dinners going to be ready soon." she replied.

"Alright, enjoy your evening, Yelena." he told her.

"You too." she said with a nod of her head as she walked off.

Yelena walked back to her house and opened the door, kicking off her shoes. She made her way into the kitchen where her moms were sharing small kisses.

"Oh my god ew. You have a child who lives in this house, please stop." she dramatically covered her eyes.

Wanda and Natasha softly laughed, "When you find someone to love, you won't be able to keep you hands to yourself either, dorogoy." Natasha said.

"Yeah, yeah whatever. Is dinner done? I'm starving over here." Yelena sat down at the dinner table.

"I just finished it while you were over at the neighbors." Wanda stated, putting the dogs food on three different plates while Natasha helped her carry them to the table, setting them down.

Wanda and Natasha sat down with Yelena and began eating, "Were the neighbors nice?" Wanda 

questioned.

"Yeah, his name was Matthew and he has a daughter. I'm not sure how old though or what her name is." she responded.

"It was just him and his daughter?" Natasha asked.

"Yeah I guess so. I didn't see anyone else and he only mentioned a daughter." Yelena spoke quickly so she could go back to stuffing her face.

Natasha raised her eyebrow, "You act like we don't feed you, child."

"Well I didn't eat lunch because the school lunch was sucky today." she explained.

"Do you need us to start making your lunch again?" Wanda questioned.

"As long as it's you making it and not mama. She can't even cook frozen foods to save her life." Yelena jokingly insulted.

"Um, I'm sitting right here." Natasha reminded her.

"Oh my bad. I just forget sometimes since you're so short." Yelena giggled, but stopped when Natasha flung a spoonful of mac and cheese at her face.

"Hey!" Yelena exclaimed.

"Natasha, we don't throw food at our child." Wanda gave her wife a stern look.

"Well tell our child that I'm not that short!" Natasha whined.

"You shouldn't be asking her for reassurance. She's your wife, so she's just gonna say whatever makes you happy. You should ask someone like me who's going to tell you the truth, and the truth is you're short." Yelena teased.

"I swear I'm gonna-" she abruptly cut herself off when she got up to chase Yelena around the kitchen.

Wanda just watched them, sighing and sinking back into her chair with her glass of wine, "One day...I'll get that month long vacation in the Bahamas I've been dreaming about for years." she whispered under her breath.

~~~

"Alright Yelena, go wash your face and then come back down and load the dishwasher." Wanda said after dinner was done, and Yelena just nodded her head.

She made her way up the stairs and into her bedroom. She was about to open the door to her bathroom before something caught her eye. Looking out her window, she could see into a window of her new neighbors house.

The light was on, so she could see two people standing in the room. One of which being the man she spoke to earlier, and the other being what she assumed was his daughter. Yelena eyes slightly widen at the sight of the beautiful young girl who looked to be around her age.

But they softened when she realized the the two of them were arguing based on how their mouths were moving, and their facial expression.

She didn't realize she was staring at the scene until the man left the room and she made contact with the young girl. She tried to avert her eyes away, but it was too late as the girl had already noticed her.

She watched her walk towards her window and open it, so she did the same.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to stare." Yelena awkwardly apologized.

"It's okay. I know that's not something you typically see everyday." she spoke sympathetically.

"If you don't mind me asking, does that happen everyday?" Yelena questioned.

"Not everyday because my dad works a lot, so most of the time he's not here. But whenever he is here, it happens pretty often." she looked down.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Yelena didn't really know what to say to the girl.

"Don't be. I'm Y/N." she voiced with a small smile on her face.

"Yelena." was all she could get out as she was too stunned by the girl's beautiful smile.

"It's nice to meet you, Yelena." she kindly replied.

"What made you guys wanna move to Greenwood?" Yelena asked.

"My dads job. He works a lot, so he got a promotion. We decided to move so we could be closer to his new office." she explained.

Yelena nodded in understanding, "I-" she was cut off when Wanda called for her, reminding her to do the dishes.

She sighed and let her head fall back, wanting to talk to Y/N more.

"It's okay, we can keep talking later. How late do you stay up?" Y/N asked.

"Depends. How late do you want me to stay up?" she reversed the question.

Y/N chuckled, "I'll flicker my lights 3 times to get your attention."

"I'll be paying attention." Yelena said smile with a smile before saying goodbye to Y/N, and shutting her window.

She took a few deep breaths to get rid of the blush on her cheeks before making her way back downstairs and into the kitchen.

"Who were you talking to up there?" Natasha furrowed her eyebrows.

"No one." Yelena replied to keep herself from smiling.

"Oh come on. I could hear you talking to someone from down here. Who was it?" Natasha asked.

"It was just the neighbors daughter, Y/N." this time, Yelena couldn't still the smile that was making itself known on her face.

"The neighbors daughter is causing you to smile like you're in a haunted house?" Natasha teased.

"Mom says my smile is cute!" Yelena defended herself. 

"Your mom just says whatever will make you happy." Natasha said which made Yelena roll her eyes, realizing that her mama was using her own comeback against her.

"Who's making who smile?" Wanda questioned as she walked into the room.

"The neighbors daughter, Y/N, makes Yelena blush just by thinking about her." Natasha spoke up.

"Ooo has our little baby found someone to swoon over?" Wanda joined in on the teasing.

"Okay, okay calm down. I just met her, let me live my life in peace, please." Yelena said as she finished the dishes.

"We're just teasing, detka." Natasha said, kissing her daughters cheek.

Yelena hummed, "I'm going to head up to bed early." she said before running up the stairs.

Wanda and Natasha paused to looked at each other, "She's not really going to bed is she?" Wanda asked.

"Nope. She's going to talk to Y/N." Natasha said in a sing-song voice. Wanda just rolled her eyes at her wife's antics.

~~~

A few months have passed, and you and Yelena have grown extremely close. Falling into the habit of one of you flickering your lights three times, and then either opening your windows to talk, or using paper to write on and then putting it up to the window for the other person to read.

'What do you mean? Math is so easy, it's like my favorite subject.' you wrote on your paper and showed it to Yelena.

'Well then I'm going to need you to tutor me before I fail this upcoming test because I am hopeless.' Yelena wrote back and you laughed.

You went to write something when you noticed Natasha walk into the room.

"Yelena, what are you still doing up? You have school tomorrow." she asked, but her question was answered when she saw Yelena sitting at her window with her notebook and marker in hand. Then she saw you sitting in your window.

You waved to her and Natasha just gave you a smile, "It's time to say goodnight, dorogoy. You've gotta get to sleep." she said softly.

"I will just give me one sec." Yelena said, looking down to write something on her paper.

'I've got to go, Y/N. I'll see you at school tomorrow?'   she wrote.

You read it before responding, 'Of course :) Good night, Lena <3'

Yelena smiled brightly at you before standing up and heading over to her bed to lay down. Natasha took her notebook off the windowsill to write something, 'You need to go to bed as well, Y/N. Goodnight.' 

She showed the paper to you and you wrote down your response, 'Have a nice night, Mrs. Romanoff :)' you flipped your paper around before turning off your bedroom light and heading to sleep.

"Does our little sweetheart have a crush?" Natasha playfully teased.

"Stop,” Yelena groaned, her cheeks blushing.

"It's okay if you do, honey." Natasha reassured, sitting on the edge of the bed to look at her daughter.

"I guess I do, mama. But, she probably doesn't even feel the same way." Yelena sighed.

"Now that's exactly what I thought about your mother when we were your age, but look at us now." she spoke gently.

"I just don't know how or when to tell her."

"You might not know now, but when the time is right you'll know." Natasha put her hand on Yelena's shoulder and leaned down to kiss her forehead before getting up to walk out of the room.

"Are you sure she likes me?" Yelena asked.

"They say mama knows best for a reason." she smiled and turned off the light, shutting the door.

Yelena sighed and tried to stop thinking about Y/N so she could go to sleep, but it was nearly impossible. 

~~~

A few weeks later, you and Yelena had gotten paired together for a school project. So, you were walking home with Yelena after school to work on the project at her house.

"I'm home!" Yelena called out as she entered the house with you following behind her.

"Hey darling!" Wanda called out. Yelena followed the voice through the house and found her mom sitting on the couch in the living room.

"How was-" Wanda cut herself off when Yelena appeared in her line of vision with you by her side.

"Well hello, Y/N! Yelena didn't tell me she was bringing you with her." Wanda said looking between the two of you.

"Our last period teacher gave us a project due when we go back on Monday, so it was kind of last minute. I thought I'd bring her home today and have her come over this weekend to work on it." Yelena explained.

"That's okay. Are you guys hungry? I know you've probably had a long day." Wanda asked.

"We're fine, we'll just wait until dinner." Yelena answered.

"Alright, but if you do get hungry before then, don't be afraid to let me know." Wanda made sure Y/N felt welcomed in her home.

"Okay, thank you." you answered before Yelena took your hand to try and lead you upstairs.

"Make sure you actually get some work done!" Wanda called out. You couldn't stop to say anything as Yelena was pulling on your arm.

She flopped down on her back onto her bed while you sat in the chair at her desk, turning to look at her, "Your mom is really nice." you said.

"Yeah, but sometimes it can be a bit much. I love her though." Yelena responded.

"She just wants what's best for you. That's what every good mother wants." you spoke.

Yelena stared at the ceiling for a few seconds. You noticed how deep in thought she was, "What're you thinking about?" you questioned, getting up to sit on the edge of the bed next to Yelena.

She turned her head to look at you, "Has it always just been you and your dad?" she curiously asked.

"For a while. My mom left when I was ten, and I'm sixteen now, so it's been six years." you replied, laying down on your side next to her so you could face her.

"Do you know why she left?" Yelena asked.

"Not exactly. But I know she had...a lot of issues with alcohol and drugs, so I just assumed it was because of that." you explained.

"Oh. Is that why your dad works so much? Because he has to provide for both of you now without any help?" she questioned.

"For the most part. He wanted to give me a better life than what I had when my mom was around, so he works 24/7 to make extra money. But that's why a lot of our fights start. Because he's gone all the time." you said. Yelena nodded.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to make it seem like this is twenty-one questions. I was just curious." Yelena apologized.

"No it's okay, I get it." you said and silence was the loudest noise in the room for a few seconds until Yelena spoke up, changing the subject.

"You know, everyone's seen the way America's been looking at you, at school. She practically has hearts in her eyes and drool coming out of her mouth." yelena gently said, turning her head to look at you, and you chuckled.

"Yeah, I know." you sighed.

"I'm pretty sure she's planning on asking you to homecoming. Do you know about that?" she asked, talking in a softer voice.

"No, but i'm not surprised. Any ideas on how to kindly reject someone?" you answered, matching the volume of her voice.

"Reject her? Why would you do that? Is she not good enough for you or something?" Yelena playfully teased.

You smiled, "No, she's just not my type. Not the person I wanna go out with." you explained.

"Really? Then who is?" she asked.

You sighed with a smile, "Oh, I don't know. Probably this blond haired girl with gorgeous green eyes. She acts like a literal puppy whenever someone makes mac and cheese."

Yelena laughed, "Oh yeah? Tell me more about this blond haired girl."

"She is extremely bad at math. I wouldn't advise copying off of her answers even if you think you're going to fail because then you are bound to fail. And..." you trailed off, thinking for a moment while Yelena raised her eyebrows, waiting for you to finish.

"Oh, and absolutely hates when people call her 'Lena', but for some apparent reason she loves it whenever I do it." you finished.

You laughed with each other for a few seconds until you relaxed. This was when you noticed how close your faces were. Merely inches apart. You looked from her eyes to her lips. Yelena took note of that, and brought it upon herself to make the first move.

She slowly leaned in, giving you time to stop her just in case you didn't want this. When her lips connected with yours, she relaxed feeling you kiss her back.

She pulled away after a few seconds to look at you, "Is this okay?" she asked, gently.

You nodded you head and she connected your lips again, but it only lasted for a few short moments when her mother called for her from downstairs.

"Yelena, Y/N, dinners done!"

She sighed, throwing her head back while you just giggled, "Come on." you pulled Yelena off the bed and down the stairs while she groaned.

"Yelena, could you get drinks, please?" Wanda asked, setting plates of food down at the table, sitting down along with Natasha.

She nodded and looked down at you, "What do you want?" she softly asked.

"I'll just have water." you gave her a small smile. She hummed an okay and went off into the kitchen to get drinks.

You sat down in the seat across from Natasha, "The food looks lovely, Mrs. Romanoff." you complimented, looking at Wanda.

"Thank you, darling. It's one of my favorites." she grinned.

"Have you ever taken any cooking classes? Because this looks like something you'd find in a restaurant." you said and Wanda chuckled.

"You flatter me too much. No, I'm just that talented." Wanda jokingly boosted her own ego, looking up as Yelena returned with the drinks.

"Y/N, you must be really special since Yelena asked you what you wanted to drink. We normally have to just be happy with whatever she brings back." Natasha teased.

"Hey, Y/N is the guest, so she gets the guest treatment." Yelena defended herself.

"Okay okay, just sit down, and eat your food." Natasha said.

You all dug into your food, sitting in a comfortable silence until Wanda began to talk, "So Y/N, how's school going for you?"

"It's okay I guess. School is school so," you trailed off which made Natasha and Wanda chuckle.

Yelena shook her head in amusement, "She only says that because she knows she's a straight A student. She doesn't like to brag, but I do." 

"Straight A student, huh? Are you in any extracurricular activities yet?" Natasha asked through the food in her mouth.

"Mama, don't talk with food in your mouth." Yelena grimaced.

"My bad." she apologized.

You spoke up to answer her question, "I’m a student aid during my study hall period and sometimes after school. I just got an offer to join honor society, and I made the varsity cheer team for basketball season."

"Varsity cheer? Congrats! It sounds like you’re doing really well so far." Wanda chimed in.

"Yeah, I just thought it would be easier to make friends at school by joining clubs since I enrolled late." you nodded your head.

"And I’m doing basketball again this year, remember? So Y/N's gonna be at my games since she's doing cheer." Yelena smiled brightly, but tried to calm herself a little bit when her moms looked at her with teasing expressions.

She continued her conversation with her parents when you accidentally dropped your napkin. Yelena watched you lean down to reach for it, so she covered the corner of the table with her hand to keep your head from hitting it.

When you sat back up, your head bumped Yelena’s hand instead of the table. You placed the napkin back on your lap and focused your attention on the conversation.

Both Wanda and Natasha noticed the action, and they glanced at each other with subtle smirks before looking back at Yelena just as quick.

When dinner was done, Wanda began to clear the table. "Do you need any help, Mrs. Romanoff?" you asked.

"Thanks for the offer, darling, but I'm okay." she answered.

"By the way mom, is it okay if Y/N just stays the night? I know she didn't really come prepared for that, but I was gonna give her some of my clothes, and I'm sure we have extra toothbrushes around here somewhere." Yelena questioned, walking into the kitchen.

"I don't have a problem with it, honey. Just make sure you go to bed at a reasonable time." Wanda said.

"Sweet, thanks mom." she walked over to give her mom a kiss on the cheek before dragging you back upstairs to her room.

"Do you normally sleep in hoodies and pants, or t-shirt and shorts?" Yelena asked, rummaging through her drawers.

"T-shirt and shorts are fine." you smiled sweetly at her.

She handed you one of her shirts and a pair of shorts that didn't fit her anymore, "The bathroom is right there, so you can change in there if you want." she pointed to a door beside her dresser.

You nodded your head, and walked into the bathroom to change. Yelena laid down on her bed, scrolling through her phone while waiting for you. She sat there for a few moments until the door opened and you walked out wearing the t-shirt that almost completely covered the shorts she had given you.

"You look absolutely adorable." she grinned, sitting up on her bed to swing her legs over the edge, placing her feet on the floor.

"Well these are your clothes so," you smiled, walking towards her.

"And you look stunning in my clothes." she reached for you, gently resting her hands on your hips to pull you closer.

You hummed, having to lean down to kiss her since you were taller than her at the moment as she was sitting down. Once again, your lips only got to touch each other's for a few moments until someone knocked on the door. 

She groaned when you jumped away from her, moving to sit propped up against the headboard so your position wouldn’t seem too compromising. Yelena waited for a moment to answer, giving you time.

"Yeah?" she called out, and a Natasha opened the door.

"Your mom left some blankets and extra pillows downstairs on the couch for you guys. She didn't know where Y/N was sleeping, so she just left them there for you to get."

"Okay thanks, mama. Goodnight, I love you." she said.

"I love you too, darling. Goodnight Y/N." Natasha nodded at you.

"Goodnight Mrs. Romanoff." you smiled before she closed the door.

"I swear, every time." she exhaled.

You lightly giggled, "We can just go watch a movie or something, it's okay."

She pouted, clearly wanting to go back to what you were doing, but you just grabbed her hand and led her downstairs. When you got to the living room, you situated the blankets and pillows on the couch to make it more comfortable.

"Do you want popcorn or any snacks?" Yelena asked once you finished.

"Popcorn is okay." you responded, going with her into the kitchen to make the popcorn and grab a water. When you were done, you brought the bowl of popcorn and drinks into the living room, turning off the lights and setting them on the end table while you established a cuddling position.

Yelena laid down on the couch and you snuggled into her side, resting your head on her chest while her arm wrapped around you. She turned on the tv and scrolled through the options, choosing one that she remembered you saying had interested you.

The movie was only on for about ten minutes when something else occupied Yelena's thoughts, "Y/N?"

You moved your head to look up at her, "I know I don't have a huge sign, or bags of candy and flowers, but will you go to homecoming with me?" she asked, hopefully.

You grinned brightly, "Of course I will. But, I don't need any of that extra stuff, I just need you." you said and it made her smile, holding you tighter.

"I had a feeling you'd say that, but I'm still going to get you something anyways." she told you.

"You had a feeling I'd say yes, or that I just need you?" you questioned.

"Both." she said with a smile, lifting your head up so she could kiss you. You'd been longing to have a proper kiss like this one, so you got lost in each other very quickly. She flipped your positions, settling between your legs.

Your hands cupped her cheeks to hold her close. The movie and everything quickly became forgotten. So forgotten that the fact that you were in this house with Yelena's parents had slipped both of your minds.

That was until you heard footsteps coming down the stairs. You were aware of them, while Yelena was not as she was so fixated on your lips. You tried to pull away to warn her.

"Lena-" you said, but were cut off when she only hummed and continued with her ministrations.

"Hey Yelena, have you seen-" Natasha's voice rang through the living room, but she was stunned by shock.

This time it was Yelena who jumped back in a panic, "Mama I-", she started, but couldn't find the words to finish her sentence.

"Oh my god- I am going to pretend like I did not just see that." she was speechless.

Yelena couldn't find the words to explain what her mama just witnessed, and you sure enough weren't going to open your mouth.

"I get it, okay. You guys are teenagers and you like each other, but please do not do…that…on my couch. I use this couch daily and I cannot live knowing that my daughter and her girlfriend did…that…on it. I won't tell your mother, but please don't take it further while your mom and I are home." she tried to reason.

"Okay, thank you for not telling mom." Yelena finally spoke up.

Natasha hummed in acknowledgement.

"Sorry, Mrs. Romanoff." you had an apologetic look on your face.

"It's okay, Y/N. You're a sweet girl. Yelena don't do anything dumb." she turned to walk back up the stairs.

"Hey!"

"I'm just messing with you, detka. Go back to your movie— or whatever you were doing.” she said, walking up the rest of the stairs and Yelena groaned.

"I think we should just stick to cuddling the rest of the night." you quietly suggested.

Yelena sighed, but agreed anyway. You returned to the spots you had been previously watching the moving in, and it wasn’t long before you both became so comfortable that you fell asleep.

When Wanda and Natasha woke up the next morning and found you, they of course had to take pictures to later tease their daughter with.

~~ end ~~

[ynbabe]

Jason Todd / Red Hood anxious to get you under the mistletoe cause he is in love with you so bad and doesn't know what to do because he is afraid to scare you away if he confess

Thank you for requesting! Hope y'all like this! Keep em coming guys! 💚💙💚

Christmas in Gotham was just how you would expect, dark, dreary, and overall miserable... At least that's what Jason would say. 

His brothers called him the Grinch but that wasn't true, he used to love Christmas, as any child would, but crime alley, being an orphan, being robin, and dying, had taken the joy out of everything in his life. Christmas was especially worse, because he saw Tim and Damian and Steph and Cass with Bruce, having the Christmas he'd wished for. 

And he was stuck, all alone, in a sucky apartment in the narrows making sure the streets were safe, making sure everyone got the Christmas they deserved but where was his Christmas, when did he get to be happy?

"Hey, Jay!" He stopped in his tracks as the familiar voice broke the static and spoke out through his comms. Y/N, the only one who he trusted, the only one who was waiting for him at home, the only one he could call home.

"Hi, Y/n," He began walking again, surprised by the softness in his voice.

"When you comin' home, dude, I've been decoratin' for like an hour, already." the person on the other end of the line said, some noises of rummaging following soon after.

"What you miss me already?" He responded with a small smirk, making his way back.

"Nope, I just want my gift," they deadpanned making Jason give a fake gasp.

"Is that all you care about?" he joked heaving himself up the ground onto the first-floor window, using ledges to make his way up to his apartment on the second floor, "I am wounded," the man said making you laugh, he looked through the window to see you sitting on the sofa, talking to him, fidgeting with your hair.

He knocked on the window, making you jump and screech at the sight of him, he smiled under his hood as you heaved with your hand on your chest.

You walked up to the window and slammed it open, "I hate it when you do that," You pulled him in with the cuff of his leather jacket. "Bro, there is a door for a REASON," You ranted falling back on the sofa, and laying down again.

Jason laughed, taking off his helmet and jacket, and looked around the room, it was covered in reds and greens, with white streamers running all around the ceiling, and a big Christmas tree was in the corner of the living room, it had gold, silver baubles and a few of Jason's guns and knives as a long-running joke between the two.

He sat on the sofa pushing your feet off, making you whine about 'needing rest after saving Christmas you Grinch'. He looked at you to roll his eyes but paused as soon as he saw the small green plant, hanging on the beam above the middle of the sofa.

It made his mind run at speeds to places where he didn't want to go to. 

He had known you for two years now, and the both of you were just friends but every time he looked at you, every time he spoke to you, he felt something else, something he didn't feel with his other friends.

He didn't know what to tell you, would you be weirded out? Would you hate him? Would you leave him?

"Jace, are you okay?" you said pulling him out of his mind, he hadn't even realized he had stopped talking while looking up at the mistletoe.

He looked back at you with shakey hands, he didn't know what to say, but he couldn't stay quiet anymore.

"I, um, I have to tell you something," you sat up, coming closer to him, the atmosphere suddenly serious, "please don't hate me after this but I think I like you and I get it if it's weird now and you don't wanna talk anymore but-" He began ranting but you interpreted him by placing your lips on his, making him freeze in place, slowly warming up to the touch.

"You don't this is weird? You aren't pissed at me right?" He asked after stopping, a bright red blush on his face.

"Nah, I heard you talking to Dick about it last week, why do think I put up the mistletoe?" You smirked at him making him groan and roll his eyes, falling back onto the sofa, dragging his hands over his face.

"I hate you so much."

"You know you love me."

"Shut up."

[child-of-of-the-sunshine]

Chapter 1 (Returning Home)

A/N: Chapter one will be split into two parts Becaise apparently Tumblr doesn’t like 3502 words on a fic

Warnings: Mentions of trouble getting pregnant

Abbie was waiting on the front steps for Jake’s truck to pull in, she was nervous she only knew what she could know over the phone, but once she saw Jake she knew it was bad, she knew no one died, but she knew this mission took a toll on him, she got up and ran to him, she hugged him almost knocking him over, he let out an ‘oof’ “Can you tell me what happened?” She asked “I can tell you what’s not classified.” He said, she held his face, tell me after you get a good meal in you Jakey.” She said grabbing his hand and leading him to the house, dinner was already made, it was chicken and rice one of Jake’s favorite after a long time away “God I love you so much baby.” Jake said wrapping his arms around her, and nuzzling into her neck “Jakey what happened?” She asked turning around in his arms, she could see tears in Jakes eyes “I could have almost not made it home to you, I fucked up bad to.” He said, she wiped his eyes “Tell me Jake.” She said “Rooster and Mav went down, Mav first and then Rooster went after Mav. I saved them but I said so much shit over the three weeks in Cali. Stuff about Roosters dad, I shouldn’t have I know, I almost disobeyed an order to save them. I fucked up.” He said, he laid his head in n her shoulder she could feel his tears soaking into her shirt, she rubbed his back with her hand, she knew Jake put on cocky façade for the guys, she then grabbed his dog tags and unhooked them and took off the ring, and slide it back on the his left hand, and slide his dog tags back over his neck “That’s better, now let’s and drink something cold.” She said as Jake looked at her

A week later

Jake was getting back to the grove of things, and at this point kids they weren’t trying, “Jake I know I promised not to bring it up, but you never told me you f Daggers are permanent?” She asked “We will get our patches in about a month. I want you to be there. Meet the squadron.” Jake smiled, “Yeah you want to show off your rodeo Queen.” Abbie laughed kissing him “Well my rodeo queen is damn hot.” Jake laughed, Abbie hummed against Jakes lips “You we haven’t.” Jake said nodding towards the bedroom “We have not, and we have nothing to worry about.” Abbie said, at this point Jake and Abbie didn’t they both accepted the fact they might never become parents a natural way after Abbies OBGYN finally said Abbie has 40% chance of getting pregnant naturally and if she did it would be high risk, it took 4 years for them to find it out. But now they looked into other options to have a family adopting and having a surrogate, even IVF. But neither wanted to risk Abbie’s health and safety, little did they that this was going to be the time Abbie finally got pregnant

8 weeks later

Abbie hasn’t been feeling so Javy offered to help brand cattle, Abbie honestly still had three pregnancy test under the sink, and she thought it wouldn’t but what she didn’t expect was all three to show positive, Abbie started crying before heading and saddling her horse she rode out to where they were branding cattle, Jake noticed her and rode over “Abbie, you should be resting.” Jake said, stopping next to her “This couldn’t wait.” She said fiddling with the rains, she did it when she was nervous, Jake grabbed her hand to stop her “Tell me.” Jake said, Abbie pulled the test out of her jacket pocket and handed it to Jake “Your serious?” Jake questioned not believing the piece of plastic in his hand “I took three the last three thought it wouldn’t hurt.” She shrugged, Jake grabbed Abbies saddle horn and kissed her passionately, they both had tears as Javy rode over “Hey guys we got work no sucky faces.” Javy laughed “Shut up Javy.” Jake said flipping his best friend off forgetting the test was in his hand “Wait your?” Javy questioned “Yes now quite this could be high risk we don’t know I’ll go back make an appointment for this week but don’t tell anyone.”

Abbie said, they finished branding and went back to the house, “I talked to my Aunt and Uncle, they agreed that they will keep this place up. My cousin and her husband offered to move in.” Abbie said smiling “You really are going to follow me to Cali and give it all up?” He questioned her “Jake it was the plan once we started our family.” She smiled up at him “Are you sure I know how much you love it all.” He said “Jake I’m not going to live over 1,000 miles away with a kid.” She said “It wouldn’t be fair to either of us.” She smiled at him

Over the next couple of weeks they started packing and decided what would stay and would go most the furniture would go with them. They found a cute little air bnb to rent until they got a house that suited them, by the time she was ready to meet the daggers along with Sadie she was already showing a little, the daggers decided on BBQ since some had girlfriends or wives or kids, it would be done at Mav and Penny’s house, when Jake and Abbie showed little Cory made a b line for his favorite aunt and uncle “Aunt Abbie.” The boy yelled, she picked him and got a look from Jake “I’m fine.” She said smiling at Jake, they had found out her pregnancy was as high risk as it seemed “Okay little man lead the way.” Jake smiled as Abbie set him down, they little grabbed Abbies hand and led her out back “Abbie.” Sadie said setting down her drink and hugging her best friend “Oh my gosh your showing.” Sadie whispered “Jake is literally obsessed with the bump.” She laughed “Wait, there's another girl on this team.” Sadie said, taking Abbie toward Phoenix “You must be Abbie.” Phoenix smiled at her “Sadie talks about you.” She said smiling “I also might follow your rodeo career.” Phoenix said smiling “Oh I didn’t realize fighter pilots followed the rodeo.” Abbie said laughing “I think I might be the only one.” She smiled the girls talked and then topic came up of to how her Jake got together both Sade and Abbie laughed “Rodeo, was the county’s best Bull rider.” She said smiling “You also hated him but liked him at the same time.” Sadie said laughing “Please don’t remind me.” She sighed, shaking her head “Oh my gosh you and Jake were so annoying.” Sadie laughed and Abbie felt an arm around her “What are you girls talking about?” Jake asked, “Sadie was telling me how you guys got together.” Natasha smiled, “Sadie and Javy left us at the park.” Jake laughed, “It worked.” Sadie said smiling at them, but like normal now a days Jakes hand found Abbies stomach, the fun continued

Chapter 1 part two

Taglist: @kitty-marie725 @hcwthewestwaswcn

[meduarts]

Finally! (One shot)

Pairing(s): Timothy Drake-Wayne/Marinette Dupain-Cheng

Characters: Timothy Drake-Wayne, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, and Original Female Character.

Summary: She was adamant to help her friend someone perfect for her. She saw her opportunity and gave them a little nudge. Thus, it begins. Will it finally work?

A/n: Inspired by my short prompt.

It was a regular busy morning for Graciela Kirovan the best barista in town, it was her unofficial reigning title for 5 years apparently. She didn't know how she landed herself with a coffee shop that she owned and somehow her shop brought so many couples together. Last time she checked, she didn't have any magic nor was she a meta.

She counted exactly 10 couples who were happily married that came to thank her for founding this coffee shop that led to their fateful encounter. She remembered those couples and their first meetings. She had even befriended them and they even invited her to their weddings.

It was the best feeling, she felt like cupid and her confidence rose. However, there's one thing that irked her and made her think that she had lost her mojo.

Ah! The subject of her thoughts came right on time to her shop. A beautifully petite woman came with a frazzled look. She gave the beautiful woman in front of her one of her warm smiles.

"Good Morning, Mari! The usuals?" She asked with a wink.

The woman, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, gave her a weak smile and nodded. It appears to be that she had a late night with her design project. Graciela had befriended the woman when she had first arrived in Gotham, looking for a place to have good coffee and perhaps a place to find inspiration for her designs.

Marinette had given her high praises for her brews and honestly, it made the cafe owner blush a few times. Marinette had confided that she was new in town and had no friends, well Graciela wasn't going to let that happen and offered her own hand in friendship.

Graciela then learned that Marinette is a famously known designer, however, preferred to hide behind her designer name to avoid attention. She learned that the girl came from Paris, France after the downfall of a villain that had held Paris under an emotional lockdown. That was news for the Gothamite, she didn't know that Paris has villains and superheroes.

Marinette then showed the fights that had occurred in France and introduced Graciela to the Parisian Superheroes. Ladybug was awesome. She became a fan. She would let Ladybug step on her and she would say thank you. Yes.

Anyways, Graciela then learned many things about Marinette's reason to move to Gotham. Learning about how her former friends treated her had Graciela's blood boiling. Since then, she had become fast friends with the designer to the point where she even let her stay after closing hours to let her immerse herself in her sketchbook.

"Thank you so much, Graciela. You have no idea how stressful this week had been for me." Marinette groaned as she roled her neck, the barista could even hear a few pops that made her wince.

"Ooof sounds like I need to up the caffeine. Go take a seat. I'll be sure to bring your orders when it is finished."

"Thanks Graciela you're an angel."

"I get that a lot." She winked and watched the sleep-deprived designer wobble her way to her usual seat. As she shout out the order another regular customer came to the counter in the same exact sleep-deprived state as Marinette was.

Wow, Deja vu much?

"Hey, Tim. Late night?" Graciela asked with a concerned smile.

"You have no idea." He whined and if it weren't for proper decorum, Graciela would bet her savings that Tim would collapse in front of her cashier right there and then. Graciela's eyes moved to where Marinette was sitting and a brilliant thought occurred in her head. Remember the thing that irked her so much that she thought he had lost her mojo of bringing people together?

Yeah, when Graciela got to know of Marinette, the girl had confided to the barista how sucky her love life had been. It has been Graciela's personal project to find someone for her lovely friend and so far she hadn't found one. However, Tim here would do nicely! How had she not considered him all this time is a big question mark to her! She looked back at the sleep-deprived man and winced to herself.

Okay, she knew why hadn't thought of him. If they were ever to actually date one another, it would become a disaster. Two caffeine-ridden zombies do not sound like a good couple match, but she digresses. Perhaps, it could work.

The shop was indeed filled with people and Marinette's table has one empty seat. Coincidence? SHE. THINKS. NOT!

Is she going to pull her famous cupid hands to nudge her favorite sleep-deprived people to meet? Yes. Yes, she will. Will she regret ever introducing them to each other? Probably. Will one of Tim's brothers blame her for actually finding Tim a perfect soulmate? Most Definitely.

Does she care? NOPE.

"There's an open seat right over there, but you gotta ask the lady if she's willing to share. I got a feeling you'll meet a fellow brethren there." Graciela offered while pointing at Marinette's table.

Tim narrowed his eyes, but didn't complain and nodded, "Thanks, Grace. Can you-"

"I'll send your orders to your table. Don't sweat it. Go on, before you pass out standing again."

Tim muttered something before wobbling his way to the seat that she had mentioned. Graciela watched with knowing eyes as Tim said something to Mari and she replied with a gesture, her eyes never leaving her sketchbook. Tim finally took a seat and takes out his laptop.

Graciela giggled, she gave them about a month or two before the two decided to date. She's looking forward to seeing them falling in love with one another. After all, her coffee shop is famous for getting fated lovers together! HER MOJO IS BACK, BABY!

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"Here we are, two extra strong Golden Ambrosia, a Pain Au Chocolat for Marinette and Madeline for Tim! Enjoy, you two!" Graciela happily announced as she served them their orders. The two shared a look at their preferred beverage and shared a smile. Graciela watched them with a well-hidden squeal, 'It's happening!!!!' She thought excitedly. "I'll let you two be. Got to run a shop after all!"

Marinette finally noticed her seatmate across her and shyly reached over for her drink. The guy looked as frazzled and zombie-like as she was and she could definitely empathize with him. "Rough, night?" She asked with a quirked brow.

The guy snorted as he took a sip of his drink as well, relishing the energizing nectar going through his body. "You have no idea." He muttered tiredly. "I've been on a strict caffeine diet with no sleep for 3 days straight and my work is nowhere done."

"Mood." She nodded in agreement. "I've been on my caffeine diet with no sleep for 5 days straight and my commission is nowhere done as well. I feel like my blood has been slowly transitioning into coffee and the only thing that could refuel me is this sweet nectar."

The guy looked at Marinette tearfully and was dabbing his eyes with a tissue. "I've found my brethren." He sniffled dramatically and reached forward with a fist bump.

"Brethren." She sniffled back and gives him a fist bump. They look at each other in silence before bursting out in giggles and snorts. "My name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng."

"Timothy Drake." He nodded. With that, they stare at each other before going back to their respective activity. Every once in a while, one of them would look up and start a conversation, they'd share stories about their respective job and work, then they would continue their work in silence again.

It was easy and peaceful, at one point they finished what they were working on for today and struck up another conversation. Marinette shared about her life in Gotham and the differences between Paris and Gotham. Tim would then share about his siblings and the things that he would do in his daily life. They then began to argue about theories and unsolved cases, a side hobby that the two happened to like.

Through all this Graciela had watched both of them with a secretive smile. Happy to see Marinette acting so carefree with a stranger and glad that Tim could talk without feeling uncomfortable with a new face. Everything is going very smoothly and the barista pats herself on the back for giving them a little nudge to sit together.

'Good job, me. I can hear the wedding bells already.' She smiled stupidly at herself.

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It was nearing closing hours and when Graciela look at her new favorite pet project they were huddled together in front of Tim's laptop. They were sharing Tim's earphones and every once in a while the two would discuss with one another, sometimes they agree sometimes they'd disagree, and then they would go back to watching at Tim's laptop. Graciela decided that she would finish cleaning up her shop before she has to sadly interrupts them.

After making sure that everything is spotless, Graciella moved to her seat and clears her throat softly. "I'm sorry, my two favorite zombies. But I'm closing for today." She said with a sympathetic smile.

Marinette gasped in surprise, "Merde! I didn't realize that I'd been here that long! I am so sorry Graciela! Time flows so fast here!"

Tim was equally surprised but for another reason. He had spent his day talking to this woman that she had met and he had never felt this much fun talking with another person! It is just like they say, time flies when you're having fun. "I'm sorry too, Graciela. I swear that I thought I was only here for a couple hours, not the whole day!" He stated while looking at his phone to check the time, sure enough, it was past dinner time already and he had missed a few calls from Alfred and his siblings. "I'm sorry but I have to go! I've overstayed my welcome already."

"Oh nonsense, Tim! You know you can come here and stay here as long as you want! It's just, today I do have some plans for myself." Graciela waved off his concern.

"Oh, thank you, Graciela. Again, you are an Angel!" Marinette complimented her as she packs up her stuff. Tim was ready to go before he looked back at Marinette with a calculative look. Graciela watches with a knowing look as he took a napkin and scribbled down what Graciela hopes is his number.

"Hey, uh... Marinette? I had a lot of fun talking to you, would you mind if we meet again sometime for coffee like this? If you don't here's my number." He offered the napkin to her. " I-I mean if you don't want to that's fine as well!"He retracted as he scratch his cheek nervously.

The designer stared at the napkin dumbly for a while and started blushing as she shyly reached for the napkin. "I'd love to. U-um...I'll text you sometime tonight?" She asked meekly.

Tim gave her a huge smile, glad that she reached over for the napkin. "I'll be waiting." He answered, he left some money on the table not bothering to wait for any change, and left the shop with a huge grin on his face.

Graciela huffed at him but looked at Marinette with a knowing grin. "Make sure you text him, Mari." She wiggled her eyebrows with a smug smile. Marinette made a squeaky sound as her face became so red that Graciella almost thought that she could combust soon.

The designer grumbled incoherently under her breath, left some money on the table, kissed Graciela's cheek, and left the shop after shouting out her thanks. The shop owner then noticed that both of them had left ridiculous amounts of money on her table before huffing to herself.

"Rich people."

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Time flows as Graciela watches the two spend more time together. Her coffee shop began their constant place to meet for their 'not-a-date' date, Graciela would watch them sometimes have coffee and work together or actually hang out together without working.

She would listen to Marinette gushing out about Tim's intelligence and how solving cold cases has been so much fun and one of their activities in their 'not-a-date' date, she listens as her friend would swoon about the times Tim would give his amazing smiles and his cute snorts when they have their banter together, she smiles as her friend would go soft as she talks about the time they spent together in her shop.

Just like the shop owner had predicted, they eventually dated after two months of pining for one another. Luckily, she had been there to witness the hilarious moment.

It was after the shop closing hours and Graciela had joined the duo, silently watching them in their famous theory discussion. Marinette was animatedly explaining her thoughts while Tim was watching her fondly. At one point, Graciela had skillfully and secretly taken out her phone to record the moment.

"And that's why I think that the father is a very obvious suspect in the murder! Don't you think so, Tim?" She looked up to find Tim with a ridiculous fond smile. Now, they were both staring at each other, lost in a romantic silence. Graciela wanted to squeal but she knew she had to keep quiet because she felt like something good is about to happen.

She was right.

"I'm in love with you." Tim breathed out dreamily. Marinette's eyes widened and she flushed furiously.

"W-whaaa-"

When Tim finally noticed what he had said he blushed furiously too. "Crap- Uh...That's not how I want you to hear my confession. I-i swear I had everything planned out! I was going to take you for a dinner and I have this gift ready for you and- shit...I messed up." He rambled nervously. Marinette watched him fumble through his words and her smile became equally as soft as Tim's had been.

"I'm in love with you too." She answered and gently placed her hand on his to calm Tim down from his tirade. The man in question looks at her in shock before grinning widely.

"You do?" Marinette nodded and smiled shyly at him. Tim relaxed his tense shoulder and smiled warmly in return.

"FINALLY!" Their moment was interrupted by an elated giggle. They finally remembered that Graciela had been there the whole time and had been recording the confession as well. "I'm going to play this during your wedding ceremony! Make sure to invite me, okay??? Oh, I'm so happy for you two!!! My favorite Caffeine Zombies ship is sailing!!!!" She giggled excitedly and laughed at their blushing faces.

It was a very happy moment.

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After that momentous day, they began to date. A year later, Marinette came to her with a piece of very exciting news! The night before had been their 1 year anniversary and Tim had proposed! Graciela squealed excitedly and hugged her best friend.

"I'm so so soooo happy for you Marinette!" She cried as she hugged her friend tightly.

"Thank you, Grace. If it hadn't been for your coffee shop. We wouldn't have met each other." Marinette whispered thankfully as she returned the hug equally tight. "Here's your invite, by the way. I'm also asking you to be my maid of honor, would you like that?" She asked unsurely.

"BITCH, I'd love to! I'm going to have to make a speech right? Cuz, honey do I have a speech for you! This is going to be so much fun! I'm so excited!" Graciela jumps around her best friend in excitement. "My best friend is going to get married! AHHH" She squealed loudly.

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"Ladies and gentlemen, it's time for the Maid of Honor's speech!" Dick Grayson happily introduces the exciting barista. She walked to her stage and winked at the happily married couple.

"What a great and joyous day today. My name is Graciela Kirovan and I am the owner of the famously known Cupid Cafe in Gotham City. And I have to say these two have been my magnum opus in my work as the cupid barista. Now, I assure you I have no magic and I am no meta, but somehow my cafe has been a hotspot for fated couples to meet and Marinette and Tim is one of the cutest, dorkiest, sweetest couple ever." Marinette laughed as she cuddled up to his new husband. Graciela smiled warmly at them before continuing her speech.

"I became Marinette's friend when she first arrived in Gotham, and I was adamant to find her the perfect someone once I heard about her disastrous love adventure. Tim was one of my regulars, a very eccentric one because at one point he had managed to pass out standing in front of my cashier and I was this close to calling the ambulance." The audience laughed at her exasperated tone. Marinette had laughed as well and Tim tried to hide on his wife's shoulder.

"I remembered the day when I gave them a nudge to sit together, I had my doubts at first. I mean, two sleep-deprived zombies that have the same concerningly caffeine addiction as a couple? I don't know if the world is ready yet for the chaos that I'm sure they would bring. But then I watched them together that day, I saw them happily talking to each other, and I know my cupid arrow has struck once again." Marinette looked at Tim and lovingly kissed his cheek. Tim then returned the kiss with the same amount of love. It was so cute.

"I watch them pine one another and it was miserable," Graciela whined dramatically and winked at the couple.

" But I was happy. I listened to how Marinette would gush about their theory discussion, she would sigh dreamily as she told me how cute Tim's giggle was, and I know that it was a matter of time before the two would date." Marinette's had turned so red and Graciela could see the teasing grin that Tim was sent to her. Graciela smirked at what was about to transpire.

"And you know, ladies and gentlemen, I was there when Tim had confessed! If you look at the screen right there, Dick would play the recording that I took during that monumental moment!" With that, she finger-gunned Dick, and the video capturing the confession began to play.

The audience laughed at how Tim had confessed, Jason was wolf-whistling at the video and Dick was laughing his ass off. Bruce Wayne and Selina Kyle were both watching the video with warm expressions, and so was Alfred. Damian had a little smirk and he knew that he has new blackmail material for his brother. Cass and Duke were watching with soft smiles, while Stephanie and Barbara were sending teasing grins to Tim.

Graciela chuckled before clearing her throat and the audience focused back on her, "It was amazing, watching their love grow. I'm so happy for both of them. I know that Marinette deserves this more than anyone else, because finally, finally, someone takes notice of how amazing she is. Finally, she founds happiness. Finally, she has someone to lean on. Finally, they are together. To Marinette and Tim, I hope your love is everlasting, and I hope that every day of your new life is filled with adventure and love. I hope that you are blessed with a long marriage and I hope that you still come to my cafe and order the Golden Ambrosia, because I know that no one else would order them but you two." Graciela finished as she raises her wine for the toast.

Marinette looked at her with a warm smile and mouthed 'thank you' to her. Graciela went over to her table and they both hugged. Graciela whispered her congratulations before taking her seat. She watches both of them share a sweet and loving kiss, professing their love to one another. She smiled to herself, her heart warm at the picture-perfect couple.

'Finally.'

[invisibleraven]

breakfast dates for Peterpatter!

The problem with having opposite schedules with your partner is finding time to spend together. Luke and Reggie tried their best, but it was rare their days off aligned, so they took what time they could.

That usually meant that when Reggie was getting up from a good night's sleep to go work at the animal shelter, Luke was getting home from his overnight shift at the diner and getting ready for bed.

So they made a morning date of breakfast.

Luke would get home and start the coffee for Reggie, and steep some tea for himself given his need to sleep. Reggie would greet him with a kiss as he slid bread into the toaster and started whipping up some eggs. Luke would toss some hash brown patties in the oven while he fried some sausages or bacon while Reggie started the eggs.

Some mornings they did waffles or pancakes instead, or made breakfast sandwiches. Or they just had a yogurt and granola parfait with some fruit. But they made a point every morning to have breakfast together.

This was when they would catch up with each other, telling each other about their days, the drama at their respected work places.

"I miss you," Reggie whispered one morning as they tangled their feet together under the table.

"I know babe, I miss you to. But in a few more months we'll finally have enough saved to record our demo, and then we'll get a label and the sky's the limit from there," Luke assured him.

"I know," Reggie replied, taking a hold of Luke's hand in his. "It's just... sucky feeling like two ships passing in the night. The bed is too big without you, the house too quiet."

"I have next weekend off?" Luke offered.

"So do i!" Reggie exclaimed. "Maybe we could spend the day in bed? Have a meal that isn't breakfast together?"

"Don't play babe, I know you would breakfast for every meal if you could," Luke teased.

"I still would rather us have dinner together. Maybe get a pizza? Watch a movie?"

"Dirty up the sheets a little?" Luke asked, waggling his eyebrows.

"We could do that right now if you stay up and drive me to work after and save me a bus ride," Reggie offered.

"Race you to bed!" Luke called, taking off. Reggie laughed out loud and chased after him, their breakfast long forgotten.

It was a great date, all told, even if Luke was a little tired when Reggie got home that night. But they had a free weekend to look forward to, and they were sure that soon there would be loads of time together to make up for what they'd lost.

All complete with breakfast for any meal they wanted.

[mejomonster]

Midnight Museum ep 2 was SO scary and So sexy for it uvu

I'm totally serious, yeah the special effects aren't the best in the world but moments of it reminded me of Manner of Death, of Strangers from Hell, I LOVED the fucked up monster body horror designs they reminded me of Junji Ito stuff, the ACTION fighting (it was so cool and fun to see fluff romcom BL actor Winny as a thief who ends up monstrous and the horror chasing and terrifying WOOH. So cool to see the twins in a HORROR and looking so satisfyingly terrifying after so often seeing their face in fluffy comedies. Seeing Mike who I'm also used to in comedy wirh his tits out, looking more likely to kill someone than the killers in 3 Will Be Free or the Player, turn into a spider monster. Dome TAKING HIM TO THE VOID with his shadow monsters. DOMES EYES TURNING BLACK AND HIM CONTROLING THE FORCES OF WHO KNOWS WHAT

So sexy. I can't overstate that. I am a way bigger fan of action and horror than fluff romcom and for me? This kind of plot is just a lot more rewarding to me to watch I'm screaming and laughing it's great >o<)/

If there's an immortal secret bl situation I'm gonna break over this show is already such a COOL concept such a fun execution, if you add this mysterious immortal guy who comes alive every midnight? And his DEMON CONTROLING lost love??? Ohhhh sexy sexy I'm beyond hype

And I'm really curious what the plot setup for those 2 is because I'm comparing to Hotel Del Luna, Guardian, Goblin, and Fairyland Lovers...so far this show doesn't match any totally. Khatha is able to be injured so probably not super-powered (but maybe? I'm not sure if he's stronger than the average human but he's certainly as vulnerable when injured). He IS regenerating whenrever midnight hits in the hotel so maybe more of a Hotel Del Luna cursed spirit lingering on thing? He has a magic cane with an orb on it that looks so much like Shen Wei's amber necklace it intrigues me greatly. It seems to be the source of magic (and rhe museum regenerating him is the other), so maybe his loved one he lost gave him the orb in the cane?

Dome meanwhile. Oh man. I get the vibe he's like Wu Xie - a nice helpful mortal guy who takes responsibility and Wants to help others and ends up somehow pulling shit together, inexplicably tied with an immortal Khatha (like wu xie is to Zhang Qiling). But khatha already recognizes him from something... and Dome has powers, implying there's more to him than "simple human who can see ghosts." So I can't rule out he's immortal too or magic or SOMETHING so it's not a full parallel to wu xie/Zhang qiling. Book Guardian kunlun/shen wei might be closest to their current dynamic?? But Khatha refreshingly, despite some similarities to rhe Hotel Del Luna and Goblin immortal leads... feels unique. He's got some elements to him I don't usually see or at least not in this specific combo. If anything, he reminds me of a more kpop esque style modern version of Bulgasal's lead guy... which is absolutely wild because visually you wouldn't peg Khatha for THAT kind of protagonist immortal, but that's the vibe he gives me. Stoic, angry and with some private goals, but once he's decided to protect someone he can honestly say it even if it's awkward ("I came to save you" "It's not your fault" "I'm sorry" they all feel more like Bulgasals lead then the tsundere Ness of Hotel Del Lunas girl, or the Absolute Commiting to sucky lies that Shen Wei commits to for a while).

It's all really unique world building so far surprisingly? Like it reminds me of a few things I love, but I can't say it's ripping tjem off either because it doesn't feel like it's following their lore or worldbuilding enough to be "the same kind of story." Yes ep 1 could be in any supernatural case show almost, like Hotel Del Luna or Guardian easily. But ep 2? It distinguished itself as something that can be terrifying, and have a whiplash kind of blend of Girl From Nowhere IM ON EDGE with Guardian level almost whimsical comic book level fantasy in the real world. I think maybe partly that's why I oddly get a Bulgasal feel.. nulgasal didn't have Guardians almost campy bits, but it had a level of Gory Horror and Realism in the world building that stuff like Goblin, Hotel Del Luna, Fairyland Lovers stayed a bit too polished and light hearted to do much of. Guardian did ir a little but they had real cheap cgi and blood and sets which limited how Gory Terror it could actually manage and toned it down a lot (say in comparison to the novel).

Such a cool concept so far... basically my point.

Also. The main assistant and Bam? Very cute. I ship them. I love Foei in cute kind Roles I eat it up and I love Bams actress so I'm quite smitten. I also love when the investigator in these kinds of shows is a woman (cop in The Guest, cop in Flower of Evil, Zhu Hong in guardian, Lang Qiao in Justice in the Dark, cop in Strangers from Hell) like if there's gonna be an investigator aiding the magical bitches on the down low? I like the choice of Bam.

Casting is FUN. Again it was so Cool to see Winny from My School President in such a different role, I appreciate actors getting a wide range to do genre wise and casting wise. And I saw that next episode Bright and the guy who played Neo in 3WBF are in it?!!! Every ep is gonna be cameos of actors I love apparently! And it looks like the trend of case eps will continue, which is great for Me!

[pandagirl45]

Tony staring at the ceiling pulling a pillow over his face. Ignores all the alarms asking Friday to shut everything off around him. Stares at the dimly lit ceiling feel himself frown. Sits up rubbing his face then sits back against the headboard. Fidgeting with his thumb biting at his cheek. Hit the head board with his head grunting in pain. Pushes back his hair staring at his blankets. Frowns more, "This sucks."

Still in bed till the afternoon staring at the same trailer for a movie. Rubs his chest flicking at the reactor. Shudders then huffs. Plays the movie staring at it, "This sucks."

Hears an all call, wonders if he can stay here. It is not that serious. Leaves anyway. Goes to the mission, not focused enough for it. Gets hit. Thinking, 'This. Sucks.'

Wakes up in his bed with his wound bandaged up. Idly wonders what if the hit got him an inch higher, then what? It'll suck. Yeah but...

Rubbing his face hissing in pain, he sits in bed staring at the same movie trailer before playing, "Get better..."

He tries.

He laughs forcibly. He smiles harder. He waves away the hurt in his heart. He bares it all. It sucks. He tries.

"It sucks."

Tony looks up from his toast with whole grain butter crap in surprise, "What?"

Bucky staring at the fridge full of food, "It sucks. The food."

Tony can agree with that. Leaving his meager breakfast, grunting in pain from the injury still. He peered with the winter murder land, "It does suck."

"I told Steve we need variety, he said there is a lot of it."

"Steve likes food."

"He does..."

They go shopping for food they like. It sucks less.

He tries. The winter soldier looks like he is trying.

Tony doesn't want to try forever. He eats more. Touches the sun rays more. Feed his body what it needs to suck less at healing. It sucks less. That movie he watches sort of. It does not suck. He noticed Winter... no, Barnes is moving more outside of his room. No smiles, it is nice to know someone sees the sucky things too.

His family says talk to someone. He does. It is Barne... Bucky. They talk on the roof. Talk till the sky bleeds to dawn. It... it's nice. Tony gives less strain smiles. Days don't feel to heavy. He doesn't feel the need to force himself to move. It sucks less. There are days he wants to curl up and scream. He doesn't want to see himself. Skin and bones. Sunken face. Sucking at being alive. No. He tries and gets good at it.

"BUCKY!"

He gets another injury saving the soldier. He has a bleeding heart and an emotional bitch(Howard words supplies venmously). He... he doesn't regret it.

Bucky charges in eyes bloodshot. Struts over holding Tony face. Deep sad blues turned to righteous fury, "Anton, what the fuck was that?! You could have died..."

"I'm not dead Giaco..." when did they get here?

"Anton, it would have... it would have suck if you died."

"And yourself?" Tony threw back eyes hardening, feeling cagey. The softer feelings he tried to hide so the the suck wouldn't hurt them burned his marred palms, "what if you were in this bed instead of me?"

"I heal faster, and... I'd take the shot anytime."

"That would of sucked," Tony baleful murmured, he felt the tears starting to pool, he huffed out something.

He felt gentle lips and big blues point at him. His own big browns glistening more, "Bucky... want to watch a movie?"

The ex-assassin looked surprise but an amused grunt came out as he settled in on Tony comfort zones. Both stared at the trailer till one of them pressed play and actually watched the movie. It was a good movie.

[skylarmoon71]

Josh Porter (Grimm) - Chapter 5

“LET HIM GO!!”

Josh’s body is tossed and he hits the wall. You panic, because Trubel is unconscious on the ground. You never thought your lead would end up here, confronted by a Siegbarste. Trubel told you how dangerous they were. 

There had been a manhunt due to the fact that the last group of officers that confronted him had ended up mangled. You all had been in the area following the reports. That’s what led you to the warehouse where he was hiding out.

Now with nothing but your gun to protect you, you’re scared.

Scared that Josh and Trubel could die, that you can’t save them, that this monster is going to kill so many more people if you don’t stop him now

“What are you going to do with that little gun?”

He’s taunting you. He knows you’re at a disadvantage. If any of your bullets land that would be luck. You can’t even get your hands to steady long enough and he grins wickedly.

“Take your best shot.”

He extends his hands, and you glare, raising your hand as you aim for his head. You empty the clip. Every shot right at the center of his skull. You’re not sure how many bullets you’ve fired, but the last click alerts you that you’re empty. He steps forward and you take one trembling step back. You wait for it, his attack, but he manages one more step and his body caves. He falls like a tree, the weight of his body almost shaking the ground.

You barely take a breath, because you’re still in disbelief. It doesn’t really register that he’s dead until you see the blood. You finally release a breath, and in an instant you’re racing over to Trubel and Josh, desperately praying that they’re okay.

~

“Miss, please get back into bed, you’re badly hurt.”

“I’m fine!”

You can recognize that voice anywhere. Stepping into the room, you smile. Trubel looks up, wearing a grin.

“I’ll take it from here. She’s a bit of a sucky patient.”

The nurse nods in agreement, exiting the room.

The second you walk over to Trubel you feel relieved. Aside from her busted lip and the bruise on her forehead, she seems fine.

“I heard you took the orge down. Emptied your clip. I hope that bastard felt every bullet. “

Trubel slips off her hospital gown, reaching for her pants and shirt to get dressed.

“Have you seen Josh yet? He took a lot of hits.”

You shake your head.

“He was unconscious when they brought him in. I was about to head back over there.” When she has her pants and vest on she turns to you.

“You’re still wearing the same clothes from yesterday. Did you sleep here?”

“Didn’t get a whole lot of sleep.” You muttered.

She takes in your somber tone, nodding.

“I get that. Let’s go check in on him. He’s tough, he’ll pull through.”

You nod, about to head out when you realize something.

“Aren’t you supposed to be resting?”

“Nah, I never liked hospitals anyway. They’re overrated.” You can’t help but laugh. Some things would never change.

It takes a few minutes to get to Josh’s floor. Relief washes over you when you see that he’s indeed regained consciousness. Trubel practically runs to his side and he smiles when he sees the both of you.

“See, that orge didn’t stand a chance against us.” Trubel boasts. 

Josh laughs and it’s then you take in his state. He’s barely seated upright. He looks like he’s in pain. His face isn’t too battered, but you can only imagine what injuries are hidden under his gown.

He notices the way you distance yourself. So does Trubel. She steps back.

“I’m gonna grab some actual food, do you want anything?”

You shake your head and Josh just chuckles.

“I think just liquids is all I can take right now.”

“Got it, I’ll grab you a beer.” She fixes her jacket as she heads out.

Once the door closes, his gaze settles on you. Moving closer, you feel that uncomfortable feeling settle in your stomach.

“Don’t scare me like that again.” You lecture.

He’s smiling.

You’re concerned, because he was practically used as a punching bag before you finally subdued the guy.

You knew you shouldn’t be worried. Despite his lack of combat training, he was surprisingly good at holding his own. You figured it had more to do with his abilities as a Grimm. His ancestors were basically hunters after all.

You exhaled, closing your eyes as you did a little prayer. He noticed.

“Hey, I’m fine, look.”

You opened your eyes, and he reached for your hand. You stood as he pulled you closer, placing your hand right over his chest.

“See, my heart is beating, everything is functioning just fine. No need to call the calvary.”

You smiled despite your worry. You could see that, but it was still scary. He was knocked unconscious by a freaking orge no less. It was pure luck that you were able to take down the monstrosity of a man. It took about eight bullets to the head before he’d stopped basically tearing through the room.

“Josh I-”

“It wasn’t your fault.”

You sigh, taking a seat on the bed. There was no reason to blame yourself, you knew that, but you still feel responsible. You’re the one who brought him in on this. Convinced him to use his skills to stop Wesen.

At the time it felt like what needed to be done, but now you’re having doubts. You’re a bit terrified that one of these days you’re going to get him killed. At the end of the day, he’s still a civilian. He didn’t sign up for this. He didn’t take an oath to protect and serve. This shouldn’t be his responsibility.

“Even if you hadn’t asked me, I’d still be out there.”

Your eyes lift.

“I told you, I wasn’t about to just sit around and let innocent people get hurt. I spent most of my life afraid of just about everything. When I lost my dad I realized that I needed to stop being scared. Bad things will happen, I can't avoid every problem. But these abilities, with them I can make a difference. I can help people. With whatever time I have left on this earth, that’s what I want to do. Even if it’s terrifying.”

His resolve is admirable. You were a cop and the things you saw made you want to crawl into a hole sometimes. You can’t imagine what it’s like to be him, to see it all, whether he wants to or not. With a soft smile, you shake your head. It’s clear that nothing you say is going to change his mind. You just close your eyes, pressing your forehead against his.

“You better not die on my watch, you hear me.”

He chuckles.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

For a few more moments, you stay like that. You need that closeness. Especially with how many hits he’d probably taken. Your mind just barely registers his hand at the back of your head, stroking almost comfortingly. When you pull back, your eyes open, and so does his. 

For a second you linger there, lost in the look he wears. You’ve never realized just how beautiful his eyes are. The emerald hues of his irises display a naivety that’s somewhat comforting. You swallow, and for a split second your eyes stray to his deliciously pink lips.

“Maybe it’s the pain meds but..right about now I’d really like to kiss you..”

The little mutter has your heart stirring. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want the same. But he’s hurt, and the last thing you should be doing is this. You’re also more aware of how good his fingers feel, running through your hair. With a careful breath, you close your eyes and pull away.

“Get some sleep.”

His arm falls, and you spare him one last smile before you exit the room. 

[weareuniqueandimportant]

Btw We're Super Right In Winx Club Season 1-3 Being Overrated And Sucky They Rely On Things Like Valtor As The Appeal This Is Actually Part Why The Rest Are Hated Losers Abuser Bigot Waste They Came There For Powerfull Males. While The Series Never Quits That Even In The Opening Songs Of Seasons Like 4 And 6 They're No Longer Relevant. Therefore The Opening Songs Of Such Seasons Are Superior. And I Realize What Brainwashing Things Are... Especially If You Were Put To Show Anyone 3... That Would Be Only Because They Would Find The Rest Cringe... And You're Under Toxic Abuse... Nobody Could Care Less About... Like They Never Did... Like In School... Or This Site... Them... This Society... Our Abusers We're Still Trapped Under... They've Never Given A Fuck... Despite Us... Always... Being Ready To Share Our Pain... Machines Only Mistreating Us When You Do...

"Get Help" Always Comes From The Mouth Of The Most Uncaring Abuser Bigot. That Is Code For "I Hate You!!" Someone That Cares About You Would Understand You've Already Tried. And Things Like Acceptance Are Help. Only Transition Is Help. And Always Was. And We Have Tried Both Getting Out And Transitioning. Only A Privledged Abuser Bigot Would Tell Us To Get Help. That Is What We Have Been Trying All This Time. That Is What This Entire Account Is For. And That Is Abuser Bigot That Haven't Responded By Giving Us What We Need And Require.

Fuck Ranking Videos Aswell. "Ranking All Openings For!!" "Ranking Every Version Of!!" Toxic Abuser Waste. Always By A Male. For Males. Toxic Waste That Bully And Shit. Because They're Insecure Male Waste. And Must Belittle Parts From The Things They Like Especially Things Like Winx Club. Because They Feel Insecurity From Such Series. And Make Videos Trying To Manipulate You Into A Similar Mindset. They're Abuser Bigot... Evil... Because That Is What They're Trying...

Ranking Is Irrelevant... They're Nothing But Another Sign Of Suffering... Only A Bigot Would Think Nothing Of A Ranking... They Should See Your Pain...

Btw Valtor Is A Stupid Ugly Male Worst Villain 😛. Only A Loser Would Like Him. You Like Him You Look Just Like Him. Bang Bang Bang. So Shocking!! Super Crazy!!

Abuser Bigot Have Been Telling Us He's A Peak Villain... But The Reasons Are Only What A Bigoted Male Would Believe To Be Good... Threat Level Is Quite Irrelevant. Being Scary Is Quite Irrelevant. Being Badass Is Super Irrelevant From A Male Like Him. They All Fall Under Society Propaganda. Aswell As Trying To Attract In Pathetic Males... They're Mad He's No Longer An Edgy Standard. And Despise The Specialists Are Often Being Saved Now Too. And If They Were The Same. These Abuser Bigot Would Actually "Still Love" Winx Club. But... The Bigoted Things Wouldn't Have Changed At All...? Because They "Loved" The Series For The Evil Bigoted Things Specifically... This Is Why Seasons 1-3 That I Can Confidentally Call ASS GARBAGE For Relying On Such Pathetics Is Totally An Awfull Terrible Seasonbunch Only A Bigot Would Like. Losing Only To Horrible Season 5. And Terrible Season 7. Because They're Even Much Much Worse.

This Is No Ranking... This Is A Power Balance... Seasons 4 6 And 8 Deserve More Power... That Is What This Is For... They Are More Trustable...

If This Is What A Ranking Is To Those Machines... That Would Make Them Extremely Bigoted For Ranking Things Wrong... Except Ranking Languages And Putting Things Low Because They Didn't Perform Based On Your CAPITALIST ABUSER STANDARDS OF SINGING IS COMPLETE RACISM.

If Anything The Lower Songs Are Interesting... Because They're Different... Fuck Ranking Them Low Especially... I Find Them Daisuki <3...

I Forgot The Rest :).

Winx Club Should Be Super Leftist And Feminist Communist Anarchist Radqueer. That Would Be Extremely Epic. But Such Woke Couldn't Be Handled By A Tv Show. Pretending To Accept Any Variation Only To Push Away Certain Ones (Based In Human Identity) Because They Would Make No Cash But Just 1 Person Watching Actually Is Cash... The Creation Of A Cartoon Is Super Evil And Bigoted... Besides Doesn't The Creation Studio Cancel Anything That Isn't That Waste Ass Yellow Sponge Despite That Trash Being Bigoted Garbage Showcasing Their Evil Priorities Being Completely Wrong And Pushing Away Goodness... And Only A Bigot Would Work There. This Is A Fact. Work Is Evil Only Abusers Work. Only An Abuser Would Become A Work Machine. Anyone That Works Is SUPER EVIL...

Such Machine Waste Wouldn't Make Us Transition... Only Someone Struggling Could... But In The Past This Has Only Been Abusers Abusive And Apathetic... Once Again Showcasing Only An Abuser Bigot Would Allow To Be Brainwashed...

Infact Since Nothing Happened That Abuser Doesn't Even Count. That Waste Was Never Going To Make Us. That Thing Lied.

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Prince!Luke Masterlist

a kingdom of hearts (but not of love) (ao3) - orphan_account luke/ashton M, 12k

Summary: luke's a prince. well, a prince who loves to wear dresses and loves girly things. however, he feels though he's missing that special someone in his life. although it may just change when he meets a special prince named ashton.

or the one where luke's basically a princess, ashton is his soulmate, and things get in their fucking way before they fall in love.

Cinderfella (ao3) - orphan_account luke/ashton T, 1k

Summary: "Mother, I do not want to have a ball to find my 'wife'!" Luke complains, as his mother grabs another invitation off the large pile.

"Oh, honey, you don't have to find a wife," She says, and Luke sighs, sinking back into his seat, thinking that he was finally free.

"It may be a husband," She finishes, and Luke shoots up.

"I am not gay!"

come alive and bring the thunder (ao3) - merlypops michael/luke, past luke/ashton E, 36k

Summary: Prince Luke of the Faeries is forced to marry King Michael after a War between kingdoms threatens to tear their lives apart... and maybe Luke and Michael fall in love too. Maybe.

Crowns and Riches. (ao3) - snickerz luke/ashton G, 9k

Summary: Prince Luke meets Stable Boy Ashton, his mother informs him that he is betrowthed to be married, he agrees at first but starts to develop an untold amount of feelings for the boy which are later returned, he is faced with the dilemma of what he is expected to do vs what his heart and soul is telling him to do. (A whole lot of fluff)

i'll be yours truly unbelievable (ao3) - princesshemmings (deludedlarry) luke/ashton, michael/calum E, 17k

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AU in which every country in the world has a king and queen. Luke just so happens to be the prince of Australia. alternatively titled: why are my titles always irrelevant all time low lyrics

I'm Sitting Eyes Wide Open And I Got One Thing Stuck In My Mind (I Don't Wanna Fit Wherever) (ao3) - Migs michael/luke E, 5k

Summary: Michael and Luke celebrate Valentine's Day.

OR: Luke is a Prince, Royal puppy fancies Calum (who can blame her?) and there is sex and proposals.

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Summary: When luke is a prince that has to save his kingdom and michael is the villian

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Summary: Prince Luke is trying to run away, things get weird (and fluffy)

Rebel Heart (ao3) - orphan_account michael/luke M, 292

Summary: According to Greek Mythology, humans originally had two pairs of arms and legs, and one head with two faces. Fearing the power they can sustain, Zeus split them apart with his lighting, forever condemning them to find the other half of them for all eternity.

Prince Luke Hemmings had yet to find his soulmate.

or a soulmate au in which Luke is a prince and Michael is the rebel leader.

That One Name (ao3) - TrashTrashTrash michael/luke T, 2k

Summary: the one where Luke has a sucky life but one day Michael comes and fixes it