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tightjeansjavi · 2 years ago

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𝕓𝕝𝕦𝕖 𝕛𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕤 𝕟’𝕋𝕖𝕩𝕒𝕤 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕤

𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟚

♡ 𓃗 ♡

Pre! Outbreak Joel x horseback riding instructor f!reader

A/N: I did not plan for this to be over 4k words. LOL enjoy ♡

~word count : 4.3k~

Summary: Joel Miller, single father; total soft dad has an astronomically enormous crush on you, his daughters horseback riding instructor.

Warnings: soft! Joel, shy! Joel, fluff, flirting, slow burn, eventual established relationship, single! Father Joel, protective! Joel, he’s so sweet your teeth will hurt! Joel, eventual smut, some angst, no y/n, +18 minors dni !

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Austin, Texas

It was around 2:30 the next afternoon that Joel Miller had given you a ring. You were on your well deserved lunch break after Javi P put you through absolute hell. Why you thought it was going to be an easy hack session with him, was beyond you. Javi P never made anything easy, but you were determined to show this horse some good in his life. He’d been through hell in the racing industry, and it left a bad taste in your mouth just knowing how disposable he and his brother were to their old owners.

When your ringtone blared, you nearly lost hold of your sandwich as you grabbed your phone, answering it on the second ring.

“Hey darlin’ it’s Joel; Joel Miller. The uh–the guy who called ya yesterday about getting his daughter some ridin’ lessons?”

You honest to god thought it was fucking adorable that Joel even thought for a minute that you weren’t gonna remember him. You most definitely had not been thinking about this man all day after your phone call. No way, that definitely wasn’t you.

“Hey, Joel! I take it I left a good impression on you yesterday?”

He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck as he was parked in front of Sarah’s school, waiting for her. “Yeah, you uh–most definitely did. Anyway, i’m waitin’ to pick my daughter up and then we were gonna head over, if that still works for you?”

“Oh, perfect! Yeah, that still works for me! I’ll meet you out front when you get here, and then we’ll do the tour, sound good?”

“Sounds like a plan to me. Just wanted to y’know check in and make sure that I wasn’t inconveniencing you or anythin’ like that.”

“Well, I appreciate you calling, but I hate to break it to you, I don’t do much around here for you to be inconveniencing me.”

“I’m sure that ain’t true. You seem to uh–really enjoy what you do, which is hard for a lot of folks to say. Don’t sell yourself short, and just from our conversation yesterday, can tell that you really care about the horses, even when you’re threatenin’ to turn one of ‘em into glue.”

You let out a light laugh, biting the tip of your nail because woo doggy, Joel Miller was a total fucking sweetheart in your books, and you still hadn’t met this man in person.

“Thanks, Joel. I appreciate you saying that. You’re not gonna let me live down the glue thing, huh?”

“Anytime, darlin’ and oh, no I will not be letting you live that one down.” He looked out the driver side window when he saw Sarah walking up and he reached over, unlocking the passenger side door for her. “Hey, Sarah just got outta school, S’okay that she’s not like in uh–proper ridin’ stuff?”

“Oh, yeah that’s fine! Jeans and a t-shirt are the most comfortable option. We’ll get her fitted for a helmet as well, if you guys end up choosing our place that is.”

“Oh, sweet. Didn’t know if there was like a strict attire or anythin’ like that and I got a good feelin’ that we’re gonna be seein’ a lot more of each other.”

“Nah, we’re not like the hunter jumper barns. As long as she has closed-toed shoes, she’s good.” Your heart may or may not have skipped a beat when Joel Miller casually stated that he had a feeling you were going to see each other a lot more. Damn these southern charm Texas men.

“Alright, awesome. Pickin’ her up now, see ya in a bit!”

“See you in a bit, Joel!”

He hung up just as Sarah had climbed into the passenger seat and buckled herself in.

“Who were you on the phone with?” She took notice that her dad had a slight blush to his cheeks and she couldn’t help but grin and give him a little shoulder punch.

“Just got off the phone with your potential new ridin’ instructor. I think you’re really gonna like her, kiddo. She seems pretty cool.”

“You’re blushing dad, you know that? Right here!” She playfully poked his dimple.

“Am not! Just a little hot in here. Sweatin’ bullets.”

“Sureeeee it’s just the heat, you’re so right!”

He gave his daughter a playful warning look while he reached over and ruffled her head of curls.

“I ain’t blushin’ I don’t blush!”

“Okaaay dad, whatever you say!”

Joel Miller was not blushing. Like he said, he doesn’t blush. It was just the hot Texas air that had him feeling all flustered.

You quickly finished what was left of your sandwich, checking the time as you tidied up your desk. You grabbed your phone and slipped it back into your jeans pocket as you headed out of the makeshift office, and into the aisle way of the stalls.

“Listen up fellas, we have a potential new client coming through in about 20 minutes, and i’m expecting all of you to be on your very best behavior.” You looked directly at Javi P as you spoke. “Yeah bud, I'm talking to you specifically. We are NOT biting any kids today, alright?”

Javi P looked displeased, and if horses had hands, he would most definitely would be flipping you off right now.

You spent the next 20 minutes sweeping the aisle way, wanting everything to look presentable as possible. You heard the sound of truck tires under loose gravel and you just had a feeling it was Joel Miller.

“Alright boys, it's showtime!”

Sarah was telling her dad another horse fact from her book when they were getting out of his truck. “Dad, this one is super cool! Did you know that horse hooves are made from the same protein as human hair and fingernails? That’s one big finger nail!”

Joel had let out a laugh, his eyes crinkled up a bit in the corners as he shook his head. “Think that protein is called keratin? Sounds about right to me.”

“Keratin! Yeah, that’s what it's called!”

He observed the area then and took notice of the blooming flowers in the front of the stables, and the overall comforting vibe this place had. He could hear the familiar sound of a horse whinnying. The distinct barn smell didn’t even have him turning up his nose, and in a way, he found it oddly comforting.

His head turned in the direction of the door opening as you stepped outside. You were wearing light washed jeans that definitely were well worn, a loose graphic tee, Star Wars to be specific. The fabric was faded, but he could make out the image of two X-Wings. So, you were a nerd too, just another added bonus.

Your jeans were a bit dirty from your fall off of Javi P earlier, and you were certain that your hair probably looked insane, but Joel wasn’t expecting you to walk out in a mini skirt and stilettos, that was damn sure.

“Joel? Hey, nice to put a face to the name!” You held your hand out to him and he grasped it in his larger one. He had a firm grip, and his palms were well worn, a little calloused. Not that you were paying attention to those little details or anything.

He was undeniably handsome. A tall fucking glass of water, as you would describe him to your friends later over drinks. He had deep, warm, inviting brown eyes, a good structured jaw, and a killer smile. One that would definitely make any girl weak in the knees.

Joel already knew what you looked like from your bio on the website, but in person? You were even prettier. Joel had been so focused on his job, and caring for his daughter, that he never really saved any room for himself. He hadn’t gone on a proper date in god knows how long, but he just had a feeling that maybe you were gonna change that for him.

He smiled as you shook hands before he gestured to his daughter, wrapping his arm around her shoulder.

“Hey, nice to meet ya! This is my daughter Sarah. Newly horse obsessed as you already know.”

Sarah swatted at her dad’s arm playfully and stuck her tongue out at him. “Dad, don’t embarrass me!”

You couldn't help but laugh as you watched their interaction. It was clear Joel and his daughter were very close. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about kiddo. I, too, am horse obsessed. Would even go as far to say that I am horse crazy.”

Sarah let out a huff, crossing her arms over her chest with a small smile. “Yeah, okay. Guess there is nothing to be embarrassed about. Horses are pretty freaking cool!”

You nodded. “They are super freaking cool! You guys wanna head in and I'll give you a tour?”

Sarah was already grabbing her dad’s hand as you led the dad daughter duo inside the main building.

“We’ve been in business for a little over a decade now. We’re family owned and a non-profit and all of the horses here were rescued from various situations. We focus heavily on good horsemanship skills, positivity and creating a safe, judgment free zone. We currently have 6 horses at our facility. All at different skill levels, but 5 out of the 6 are extremely beginner friendly.”

Joel had his hands shoved in his jean pockets as you spoke, he was attentively listening to everything you were saying.

“Did you rescue them all yourself?” He asked.

“Yep, every single one of them. Not all at once, but I'd get a tip from someone in the business about an upcoming auction, or abandoned barn, and I'd be there. I’ve traveled across the country for a couple of them, and I wish I could rescue every horse, but I do what I can y’know?”

“I understand. It’s great that you’ve given ‘em a second chance at life and a fresh start.”

You held the door open for them as you led them into the aisle way where the stalls were located. “Yeah, I agree with you. They deserve so much more than to just be thrown away like that. These boys are some of the luckier ones.”

All 6 of the horses had stuck their heads out of their stall doors to see who was coming and Sarah’s little heart was already melting.

“So like I was saying, we have 6 horses currently. Their names are Frankie, Dieter, Whiskey, Javi P, Javi G, and finally, Ezra.”

You brought them over to the first stall which was Frankies. He was a bay, tobiano paint. He had one blue eye, and one brown eye. You leaned against the side of his stall door as he peeked his head out over the side, nickering softly at you.

“This is Frankie, he’s our newest recruit. Just actually picked him up from Utah a little over a month ago.” You gave him a gentle pat on the neck. “He’s about 20 years old, in horse years and he’s a sweetheart. He was a little girl’s birthday present and he was well loved up until he spooked one day. She fell off and broke her arm and her parents deemed him to be ‘unsafe.’ He would have been on his way to Mexico if it wasn’t for me. I’m working on doing some desensitizing training with him as he doesn’t handle loud, sudden noises very well. He loves kids though.

Sarah frowned as she listened to you talk about Frankie and what would have almost happened to him.

“It wasn’t his fault that he spooked, right?”

“No kiddo. It’s never the horses fault and we gotta remember that their prey animals. If they feel like they’re in danger, or threatened, their natural instinct is to run.”

“Can I pet him?”

“Course you can. Here, he’ll love you forever if you give him one of these.” You reached into your pocket, pulling out a carrot and snapped it in half, handing her the one piece. “You’re gonna want to hold your hand out flat, tuck your thumb under your fingers cause you don’t want him accidentally biting them.”

Sarah nodded as she walked to his stall door, holding the carrot out to Frankie like you said and when he had licked her hand as he grabbed the carrot, she let out a soft giggle.

Joel had the softest fucking smile on his face just from seeing his baby girl happy like this.

“Next we have Dieter. This guy? He’s a little trickster and he’s pretty damn good at it. Loves to steal things out of your pockets if you’re not careful. I’ve caught him nearly escaping at least a dozen times. Had to really get creative with the locks on his stall. He used to be a lesson horse at a hunter jumper barn not far from here. The schooling shows really started to wear him down and they felt like he was useless after that.”

“Woah, he has a mohawk! That’s so cool! What kind of horse is he?” Sarah asked.

“He’s a Norwegian Fjord. He’s in between the size of a standard horse and a large pony. They typically have longer manes but due to the weather, we keep his trimmed so he doesn’t overheat. Plus, I think he enjoys having a mohawk, wouldn’t you say?”

Sarah didn’t hesitate to give Dieter a soft stroke on the side of his neck and she looked back at her dad with a small grin.

“I think he looks very punk rock, whad’ya think dad?”

“Very punk rock. He pulls it off pretty well I think.”

Whiskey, who’s stall was next to Dieter’s, was pawing impatiently at the ground.

“Ahh yes, good old Whiskey boy. He can be a bit of a handful at times, but he has a super smooth gait due to his breed.”

“When you talk about a horse's gait, are you uh–are you talkin’ about their movement? What makes him different from the rest?” Joel asked.

You looked over at him with a smile and nodded. “Yeah, that’s right. Their gait is their natural movement. Whiskey is a Tennessee Walking Horse, and his natural gait differs between a flat walk, running walk, and a canter. He’s best suited for the trails and easy flat work. This guy was rescued from the ‘Big Lick’ industry. His gait is naturally high stepping but to enhance it for shows, trainers would use chains, heavy boots, and chemicals on his fetlocks in order to have him step higher. The practice is considered cruel, for obvious reasons, but people get away with it often. He went lame at one point and was thrown into auction.”

Joel had frowned as he listened to Whiskey’s story. It left a bad taste in his mouth that people could be so cruel to an animal like that.

“So, these guys really have been through hell, huh?”

“Unfortunately they have. Trust me, I get angry just thinking about what they went through.”

“Well, they’re certainly lucky that they have you, darlin. I like his coat color. That’s the proper term ain’t it?”

You almost felt a blush creep up your neck when he called you darlin again. At least you could blame it on the sweltering heat. Not because of Joel Miller and his smooth Texas drawl.

“Coat color is the correct term, yeah. He’s a dappled palomino. I call him honey sometimes because of his color, and because he’s as sweet as honey. A little bit of a flirt as well, a ladies man you might say.”

“He definitely gives off the ‘pretty’ boy vibes.” Joel said with a chuckle.

Before he, or Sarah could walk to the next stall, you put your arm out in front of them protectively, just as Javi P had lunged his head out, with his ears pinned back against his head, baring his teeth.

“I told him to be on his best behavior but I swear, this horse never listens.”

Joel was more focused on your soft grip on his bicep to even process the angry beast in front of them.

“Is this the horse you threatened to turn into glue yesterday?” Joel asked in a joking manner.

Sarah let out a shocked gasp.

“Don’t worry, kiddo. I wasn’t actually gonna turn him into glue. He just isn’t the friendliest as you can see.” You gently released Joel’s bicep from your grip. “This is Javi P, he’s an OTTB, better known as an off the track thoroughbred. He was gonna make it big in Kentucky and would have sold for millions if it wasn’t for his accident. His jockey was well known for, to put it lightly, and please excuse my French, an asshole. This guy was too young to even be on the track. His bones weren’t even fully formed, nor able to withstand the pressure. He wiped out on a mud track a year ago, and knocked his jockey out. If they would have given him more time, and switched Jockey’s, he probably would have had a successful racing career.”

“I take it he doesn’t trust humans very well because of that? I mean, I sure as hell wouldn’t.”

“He’s incredibly weary of men especially. It’s really unfortunate because I know underneath all his meanness, there’s a really good horse. I’ve just been trying to chip away at his rough exterior, bit by bit. He threw me off earlier this morning, but it was my fault. Lost my footing in the stirrup and he flipped.”

“Jesus, are you alright?”

“Me? Oh, yeah I'm good. I’ve experienced a lot of falls in my life. Just comes with the job honestly.”

“Just about how many times have you fallen off? If ya don’t mind me askin’ that is.”

“Oh gosh, uhhh I'm not sure if I can count them on both hands. At least 20. Maybe a little less than 50. It happens but the main thing is, I've gotten back on everytime.”

“Woah, you’ve fallen off that many times and you aren’t scared or anything? Okay, my dad was totally right, you are so cool!”

Now you were actually feeling flustered, and Joel might have been as well but you couldn’t exactly tell. “I was definitely scared the first few times and I was afraid to get back on, but I pushed through it. What’s this about me being totally cool? Your dad is right on the money with that one, I am the coolest.”

Joel cleared his throat a little while he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Alright, I will admit that I told Sarah you were cool. I mean, you left an impression on me after our phone call, and you know so much about horses so yeah, I’d say you’re pretty cool.”

Sarah gave her dad a funny look then, only one that he could see.

“Is Javi G related to Javi P?” She asked, walking up to the other chestnut thoroughbred and he had lowered his head down towards her, brushing his soft, velvet nose against her palm.

“Yep, they’re brothers with totally opposite personalities. Javi G was let go because he was deemed to be too “sweet” for racing. He’s honestly a huge goober. If you give him kisses, he gives them right back.”

Sarah had given his nose a quick peck and he returned it against her palm, licking her hand.

“See? Told ya, he gives them right back!”

Sarah giggled as he licked her palm. “That tickles!” She wiped her wet palm on the side of her jeans. “I think I like him the most so far! Or Frankie, he was very sweet.”

“I think Whiskey is my favorite so far. I’m Jealous of how fantastic his hair looks.”

“Dad, it's not his hair, it's his mane!”

Joel held his hands up in defense with a small grin on his lips.

“Ohh, my bad for not gettin’ the term correct, my deepest apologies!”

“Yeah, Joel! Get with the program!” You chimed, your tone light and playful as you stopped at the last stall. Ezra was already nuzzling his nose into your shoulder, giving you an affectionate push.

“Oh, wow. He’s so pretty! It looks like he has a heart on his head, you see that dad?” Sarah pointed to the heart shaped star on Ezra’s forehead.

“Oh, yeah he does! Recognize him from the photo on the website.” ‘Yeah, the one that you have been staring at for the past 24 hours, Miller.’ He thought to himself.

“This is my boy, Ezra. He’s a 16 hand high Hanoverian and he was making it big in the hunter jumper world for a few years. He used to compete all through the country and was well on his way to competing in Europe.” You gave him a pat on his neck, pulled out the other half of the carrot and fed it to him. “Sometimes horses give you signs that they’re tired, that they don’t want to work anymore. Ezra was giving all those signs and his owner refused to see them until it was pretty much too late. He passed out during a show from exhaustion and being overworked. Now, he gets to live comfortably and he enjoys being ridden again.”

Joel could tell how much these horses truly meant to you, just by the way you spoke about all of them. He admired your passion for giving them a second chance at life. This just confirmed to him that he definitely would be seeing a lot more of you.

After the tour, Joel felt comfortable leaving Sarah to spend some time with Ezra while you and him talked over the logistics.

“I gotta say, you really sold this place for me darlin’ and I think Sarah would be absolutely lucky to be trained under you. Y’know I'm usually super critical over these things, for obvious reasons, but I trust you already and I know she’s in good hands.”

You were in disbelief as you walked alongside him.

“Really? Well, I gotta say, that's a relief. I got a little worried that maybe I was taking it too far with telling you guys about each of the horses stories but honestly, it's necessary. I can’t tell you how many potential clients have rolled through here and lasted maybe a day before switching to a hunter jumper barn. So I truly appreciate you saying that. I think Sarah is going to love it here, and I would be more than happy to be her instructor.”

“Honestly? I’m just relieved you didn’t try and sugar coat anythin’ I appreciate the fact that you didn’t try to make yourself, or this place sound like somethin’ it's not. If that makes any sense? You’re just, uh–very personable? I apologize if i’m oversteppin’ with ya darlin’ I don’t mean to ramble.”

You laughed as you looked over at him and nodded. “I totally understand what you’re trying to get at Joel. So basically, I’m not a snobby asshole that’s just in it for the money?”

“Well, that is one way to put it. I could also tell by your shirt that you weren’t gonna be the prissy type. Can’t stand those kinda girls honestly. You’re definitely in it for the horses, and the experience.”

You were feeling flustered by this man’s words, and there was no way you could hide it. “What about the shirt you gave me away? C’mon, I'm curious to know what your first impression of me really was.”

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe it was the two X-Wings on your shirt? Just a simple observation. Gotta ask, what’s your favorite of the franchise thus far?”

“Damn X-Wings giving away all my deepest, darkest secrets. Oh man, probably the Empire Strikes back or Return of the Jedi. The new episodes have potential though. I do like the Pod racing in The Phantom Menace.”

“You walked right on into that one darlin,’ and those are pretty solid answers. Me personally? I like the Empire Strikes Back the most. Although, they’re all good.”

“I think I respect you just a tad bit more than I already did, Joel Miller.”

“Well, I must be doin’ somethin’ right huh?”

Oh, he has no idea.

“Anyway, let’s get you situated with the paperwork and figure out a good lesson schedule?”

Joel nodded and you left his side to go and grab the paper work, waiver and other forms along with a pen and after he signed everything, you went and retrieved Sarah, who was still loving on Ezra.

You stood just outside the door of the main building, waving to Joel and Sarah as he pulled out of the parking spot.

“Well, kiddo. Your first lesson this Saturday! Signed the paperwork and everything. You excited?”

Sarah looked over at her dad with a big smile as she buckled her seatbelt. “You like her, don’t you?”

Joel stumbled over his words as he looked over at his kid momentarily.

“Now what would make ya think that? Wait, was it that obvious? Shoot! You were not supposed to hear me say that. I don’t like your riding instructor sweet pea. I just think she is a cool person ,and she definitely knows her horse stuff.”

“I knew it! You do like her! Dad, you are terrible at making things not obvious! She’s like super pretty so I totally get it! I am going to tell uncle Tommy that you have a crush!” She giggled.

“Sarah–honey, are you feelin alright? The sun isn’t gettin’ to ya is it?” He looked absolutely mortified when she said that she was going to tell his brother. “Absolutely not, you do not speak of this to uncle Tommy, ever! I ain’t got a silly little crush, kiddo. Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Okay, okay. I won’t say anything to uncle Tommy. I pinky promise! You do have a crush though dad. It’s okay, your secret is safe with me!” She held her pinky out to him.

“I ain’t got a crush. Silly talk, sweet pea. That’s all I'm hearin’ right now.” He linked his pinky with hers.

Alright, so Joel maybe had a teeny tiny crush on his daughter’s horseback riding instructor. Just a small innocent crush that would never turn into anything..right?

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babyhatesreality · 2 years ago

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Steve seems to be strict but loving and gentle at the same time.

How would he handle a situation where she hurts herself on accident and he told her many times before that she is not allowed to do it.

But she did it anyway (not because she was on a bratty time just curious in her little space and didn’t think of any consequences that may hurt her in anyway) 🥺

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Warnings: DDLG (SSC), f! reader, nicknames, reader is named but name scarcely used, hand swat, reader is overly dramatic (from one of my stories? What??), stern Bucky, reader gets hurt (minor), tears, stern Steve, scolding, time out, threat of spanking, fluffity fluff fluff fluff.

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"It's so SHINY," you said in hushed wonder, reaching out again. The gigantic golden key sparkled in the late afternoon light as it sat on the coffee table.

Steve's gentle hand intercepted yours for the fourth time in as many minutes. "I said no touching, Baby," he said gently, bouncing you a bit on his lap to try to distract you. "I need you to listen. I've already told you this four times. Don’t touch the key."

"But Papa....it's...so SHINY," you moaned, completely obsessed with the forbidden object and your inability to touch it.

Steve shook his head, smiling. His grip stayed firm on your waist as he looked up at Bucky. "I think we're going to need to stop reading The Hobbit to her at bedtime," he joked. Bucky grinned back.

"Yeah, she's starting to sound too much like Gollum," he agreed, before ruffling your hair. “She’s one step away from drooling.” You batted Bucky’s hand away, as the movement was distracting you from staring at the light dancing off the key's golden surface.

This morning, the original six Avengers had been given Keys to the City in a huge and pompous outdoor ceremony. You'd been so well behaved, proudly sitting up straight in the uncomfortable white wooden chairs. You had been dressed in your currently favorite blue dress and held Bucky's hand all through the ceremony, Bucky himself in full uniform. Bucky, Pepper, and Jane had all been on unofficial Little duty, making sure you all sat still on the front row and been on your best behavior while you watched your caregivers receiving their accolades. You tried your hardest not to fidget even though the one guy in the ugly suit just kept talking and talking. You were rewarded for your good behavior with a peppermint candy from Daddy. When Papa appeared on the stage, you waved to him, just a little, and he winked back at you. It was the best. And then, the Key came out.

The second you got a look at that key, everything else faded away for you. It was huge, it was so pretty, and it was calling to you to worship it with all the obsession of a Little. You reached out again, dying to touch the beautiful object.

Instead of moving your hand this time, Steve gave it a swat instead. It wasn’t terribly hard, but it got your attention. You pouted but Papa wasn’t having it.

“I told you five times, Baby,” Steve said sternly. “You deserved that and you know it.”

“Definitely time to move this thing out of sight,” Bucky said, picking up the key. They didn’t necessarily have a problem with you touching the key- it was the aftermath that would be the issue. Once you touched it, you were going to want to play with it, and it definitely wasn’t something to be played with. “How about our office?”

“Noooooo!!” you wailed dramatically, squirming to get out of Steve’s grasp. Their office was off limits to you unless they were in there and had said that you could come in. In your little mind, this was the same as the key being shipped to the other side of the world. You wriggled, desperate to get off Papa’s lap. He didn’t let go, which only made you try harder. Bucky sighed patiently and kneeled down to your level.

“Listen up Trouble,” he said sternly, making you stop your squirming instantly. You knew better than to challenge that tone of voice. “This key is not a toy. You are not allowed to play with it. You are not allowed to touch it. Do you understand?” he said, looking you dead in the eye.

“Yes, Daddy,” you said miserably, deflating. He smiled at you, then leaned forward and kissed your forehead.

“Don’t worry,” Bucky said, back to his joking self as he stood up. “I’m sure your instinct to survive will kick in shortly.” And with that, he took the beautiful key out of your line of sight. You twisted on Papa’s lap, watching it for as long as you could, sighing heavily when he walked into their office.

“It’s okay, honey bee,” Steve said, suppressing his grin at your sighs as he cuddled you into his chest. “It will all be okay.”

“But how’s come I can’t touch it?” you said sadly. “I just want to touch it a little, Papa!”

“Because, Baby, it’s not something for little girls to touch.”

“Why?”

Steve bounced you against just a bit, before craning his head to look you full in the face. “Well, love, because it’s a treasure.”

“Like a hobbit treasure?”

“Kind of like a hobbit treasure, yes. It’s something very special and very important.”

“Yeah! Is really ‘portant cause it opens the whole city.”

“...What?”

“Daddy said is a key to the city. How does it open all the doors if it’s so big? Does the doors get bigger?”

Steve laughed and cuddled you closer again. He loved your curiosity and explanations for everything. “It’s a symbolic thing, peanut. It doesn’t actually open all the doors to the city.”

“Oh. Dat’s no fun. Can I touch it now?”

“Still no. It’s very heavy and it’s not a toy. It’s something that we treasure.”

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The next day, you had the best idea you had ever had in your entire life. This idea blew every other fantasy world you had created out of the water. You were going to be a dragon and guard Papa’s treasure.

You wanted to make it a surprise, so when he and Bucky had both come separately to check on you while you were in your playroom, you had shrieked and thrown yourself over your little table scattered with crayons and markers to hide your secrets. You were coloring one of your paper costume masks to look like a dragon and then you were going to use your dress-up rainbow butterfly wings to complete the look. You didn’t want them getting any hints before the big reveal.

You spent some time gathering the rest of your treasures- everything from your full box of costume play jewelry to the compass in Papa’s bedside drawer to your favorite red shirt that smelled like Daddy, to the rest of your Halloween candy that you’d been carefully hoarding and your most favoritest pictures of you and your daddies. Your room was a colossal mess, but it was worth it. There was only one thing left to get. You put Jellybean at the base of your treasure mountain with strict instructions to guard it all till you were back. You donned your butterfly wings and your mask and you were off.

You tiptoed very carefully towards their office. You knew you weren’t supposed to be in there, but this was a surprise and you were doing a good thing,so that automatically made it okay, right? Papa was folding laundry in the bedroom, and Daddy had just gotten back from the big Avengers gym and was in the shower. You were in the clear.

You carefully turned the knob to their office and slipped in. And there it was- in all its shiny golden glory, on the highest shelf, much too tall for you. You set your face determinedly. Nothing was gonna keep this dragon away from the treasure.

You climbed right up those shelves like you’d seen Peter do when he was wearing his Spidey suit. You reached up over your head and finally...FINALLY...got your hands on that beautiful key.

Suddenly, your right foot slipped sideways and you lost your balance. You tumbled through the air, and the next thing you knew you were on your back on the floor. You didn’t even have a moment to figure out what had happened before the large metal key decided to follow you down, landing squarely on the top of your foot. And it HURT. Really bad.

The second he heard your wail, Steve bolted across the apartment, terror gripping his heart. He raced towards your cries, running into the office, and dropped to his knees beside you. "You’re gonna be okay, baby, it’s okay,” he said in a rush, trying to keep his voice calm so as not to frighten you further. He looked around himself quickly, trying to figure out what had happened, when he saw the key laying by your foot. It took him two seconds to put the puzzle pieces together. “Did you fall backwards?” he asked frantically as Bucky raced into the room, still dripping wet from the shower. When you gave a sobbing ‘yes’, he gently began feeling the different parts of you that might have been affected. He let you sit up after a moment, and reached for your foot. “Did the key fall on your foot?” he asked, trying to carefully move it. You cried even harder, even with his gentle touch, and before you knew it, you were in Uncle Tony’s lab getting your foot X-Rayed by Uncle Bruce, who was working in there at the time.

“It’s not broken,” Bruce finally declared. Both Steve and Bucky let out a sigh of relief. “Just probably going to be pretty sore and have a nasty bruise for a while. She should stay off it for a day or two. Keep it elevated and iced.” He gave you some liquid Tylenol, which made you wrinkle your nose at the taste but at least your forgot about your sore foot for a moment. Uncle Bruce gave you a gentle kiss on the cheek and said he liked your dragon mask before giving Papa and Daddy the okay to take you home.

Papa kept you cuddled into his chest as the three of you rode the elevator back to your floor. You were starting to get a little nervous. They had told you not to touch the key and then you’d gotten hurt doing exactly that. Doing dangerous stuff got you in BIG trouble, and you knew it.

Once you got home, Papa took you straight to the couch and sat you down on the corner of it, so you could stretch your foot out as Daddy went into the kitchen to make an ice pack. Papa leaned down to look at you, his hands on his knees. You shrank down in your guilt and nerves.

“You are in time out here on this couch for the next five minutes, young lady,” Papa said firmly. “I expect you to act like you do when you’re in time out in the corner. Same rules apply. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Papa,” you whispered, bowing your head in shame. Papa stood up and walked away, as Daddy came in and sat by your foot, silently set the ice pack on the blooming bruise.

“That okay?” he asked. When you nodded, he stood up. “Good. Time out starts now.” As he walked away, you picked a bit at the edge of your shirt, then looked back at the ice pack. The pain was starting to fade a bit, but that made it even worse because now you were REALLY feeling guilty. But you were a good girl and didn’t fidget. You thought about what you did like you were supposed to.

A few minutes later, you overheard whispers from the kitchen area, but you knew better than to turn to look while you were still in time out. You heard Papa say “I got this”, before he walked into the living room. He sat down right where Daddy had been, and gently squeezed the toes of your not-hurt foot.

“Alright, Katie-Cat, time out is over,” he said gently. “Tell me why you were in time out.”

“Cause I touched the key and I wasn’t a’sposed to,” you replied, looking at your hands twisting together in your lap.

“That’s right. You were also in Daddy and Papa’s office. Are you allowed to go in there without permission?”

“No, Papa.”

“No, you are not. And you went in there to play with the key that you knew you weren’t allowed to, didn’t you?”

“Um...yes but no.”

“ ‘Yes...but no’? What do you mean?”

“I didn’t wanna play with the key, ‘cause you said I can’t play with the key, so i wasn’t gonna PLAY with it.”

“If you weren’t going to play with it, what were you doing in there trying to get it down?”

You finally looked up at him, pointing miserably to the mask that was still on top of your head. “Imma dragon, Papa. Was gonna GUARD the key ‘cause you said it was a treasure and I wanted it to be safe ‘cause you liked it.”

Steve’s stern gaze softened a bit at your explanation. “Ah, I see,” he said gently, a hint of smirk crossing his face. “But that means you also would have gotten to touch the key, doesn’t it?” You sucked your lips into your mouth, stalling for as long as you could. “Katie,” he said in THAT tone. You sighed heavily.

“Um...yeah, I guess.”

“No, there’s no ‘I guess’ about it. It was very sweet of you to want to protect the key but you knew that your plans involved you doing something you weren’t supposed to. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes, Papa,” you whispered, your eyes filling with tears.

“Now, I think you definitely got a good taste of why I told you not to touch it. Your foot hurts pretty bad, right?” You nodded miserably. “When you don’t listen to me or Daddy, you can get hurt. That’s when the dangerous stuff happens. And you know exactly what happens when you put yourself in danger.” You nodded, just knowing you were in for it now. “Well, I’m not going to spank you this time.” Your head shot up, your eyes wide in disbelief. Papa smiled gently at you. He reached out a hand to stroke your cheek. “Your bottom is probably going to be pretty sore already from that fall you took,” he teased you for a moment, before gently taking your chin in his thumb and forefinger. “But if you ever try something like that again, you’re going over my knee, little girl. You know we don’t tolerate you putting yourself in danger. Understood?”

Swallowing hard, you nodded vigorously. “Yes, Papa, I understand.”

“Good girl. Now, your punishment for the rest of the day is to stay on this couch. You heard Uncle Bruce- no running around for the next two days. And you may read or color, but no TV.” You wanted to slump down and pout, but considering you were getting off super light from putting yourself in danger, you weren’t about to push your luck. “Do you have anything you want to say to me?”

“I sowwy, Papa, didn’t mean to be....ALL bad.” Steve couldn’t help but chuckle at your reluctant but honest answer. “I won’t be a dwagon again, I pwomise.”

“Well, now, that’s a shame, because you’re a pretty cute dragon,” he said, leaning into you and grinning. You giggled a bit. “Was this what you were working on in your playroom earlier?”

You nodded joyfully, glad that you were off the punishment talk. “Yeah! I made a dragon mask to go with my dragon wings this morning! D’you like ‘em?”

“I do! I think you did a great job on your look,” Papa said, moving so he was sitting next to you on the couch. He put his arm around you and cuddled you into his side. “And I bet that in a couple days when your foot heals up, we can make a safe dragon treasure for you to guard so you can play dragons all you want. Sound good?”

“You can play dragons too with me! I already made a treasure pile, Papa! You can go see it in my room if you wanna!”

Steve turned at hearing Bucky’s footsteps coming towards you two, having just come from exploring your room. He didn’t make eye contact as he walked past, looking exhausted.

“I wouldn’t look in there if I were you,” Bucky groaned to his husband.

“Is it really that bad?”

“Let’s put it this way. You remember that time in Poland when we infiltrated the base looking for the lab documents?”

“THAT bad?”

“Worse.”

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 11 months ago

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AITA For telling my friend we talked behind her back?

Okay so this was a while ago know and everything’s resolved but honestly I still feel rlly bad abt the situation and am wondering how other ppl would view it

So I (15NB at the time) and my other friend, “Lizzie”(15F) were complaining abt some other ppl in our friend group. From my memory it was mostly stuff abt how some of our friends made weird comments about weight that made me and her uncomfortable (I’m on the curvier side and Lizzie used to have an ED) and some venting abt how focused some ppl were abt talking about boys (I’m aro and she’s lesbian). Obviously we could’ve talked to our friends abt this but I didn’t feel like the problems were that big of a deal and mostly just wanted to vent about it, albeit in a really bitchy and petty way. It was a pretty benign conversation I think the most harmful thing said was probably that we implied that one of the girls, Taylor(15F), wasn’t actually bi (a sentimient that was gross then and I no longer agree with)

Honestly the convo wasn’t that big of a deal in my head so when it ended I figured that was that. However the next day at school Lizzie told me she decided to bring our conversation up to 3 other of our friends without telling me and now their convo was focused specifically on Taylor. They were also complaining about things me and Lizzie had not talked about nor did I agree with. Stuff like that Taylor was bragging because she posted pictures of her with money on instagram and that she shouldn’t post such revealing pictures of her self (pretty slut shamy stuff the photos were literally just normal photos but she was wearing like a crop top or smth). I was pretty upset that Taylor had talked to other ppl about our private convo and I now felt involved with these opinions which I didn’t agree with (guess that’s just my karma for gossiping tho). But I figured this would just die down so whatever.

Turns out the new ppl Lizzie had talked to decided to go to the counselor and tell them that Taylor was being “unsafe online” which was crazy she definitely wasn’t. Both Lizzie and I were upset by this and now I was really worried because not only did I feel like I started this but Taylor has a really strict mom and I was worried that the counselor would contact her and Taylor would get in trouble for smth that wasn’t her fault and she wasn’t prepared for. So I told Lizzie that we should just tell Taylor we had talked behind her back and that we should warn her that the counselors might contact her mom and apologize. Lizzie got really mad at me and told me not to contact her.

So now I’m home from school and I’m really stressed out and then Lizzie and the three other girls contact me and told me they’ve told two other girls in our friend group what’s going on INSTEAD of Taylor. The two new girls disagree with what Lizzie and the others have done and are now mad at them. So now the friend group is divided and Taylor still doesn’t even know this is happening so at this point I tell Lizzie we should tell her but Lizzie says we should wait to tell her as a group in person the next day, but I think that would be really overwhelming for Taylor and I’m not sure if the counselor will have already told her mom by then, but Lizzie still says no.

So at this point I know I’m the asshole for talking behind my friends back, but here’s where I don’t know if I’m the asshole. I decide to call Taylor by myself and tell her what happened. I tell her me and Lizzie had talked behind her back and that had spread to other people and the counselor had gotten contacted. I told her that everyone else was just looking out for her in their own way, but that I couldn’t provide their perspectives so she should also talk to them to get their side of things, and I apologized for ever talking behind her back in the first place.

Obviously she was rlly upset and she cried but she thanked me for telling her. I told Lizzie and “her group” that I had told Taylor and they were all really mad at me for it saying that I made them look bad and that I thought they were stupid because I went behind their backs to tell Taylor what happened. I really tried to emphasize in my convo with Taylor that I didn’t know everyone else’s side and that they were all just worried abt her, but I guess it’s fair that either way I went behind their back to tell her.

Anyway the fight lasted way longer and developed into a kind of two sides thing where it was “ppl who thought I did the right thing” (me, Taylor, and the two girls who were mad at Lizzie’s group) and Lizzie’s group (Lizzie and the three girls who reported Taylor to the counselor). Everything’s resolved now and we’re all still friends but I’m still wondering if it was bad to go behind everyone’s back and tell Taylor what was happening.

So, AITA for telling my friend we talked behind her back?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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deepdisireslonging · 11 months ago

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Replacing the Regrets

The Reader is doing her best to get drunk after a rough week in her already rough life. But her "me time" is interrupted. She's able to get rid of the guy, but instantly regrets it in more ways then one. And makes a call. When she wakes up the next morning in her own bed, she's not sure which number she dialed.

Pairing: none yet

Warnings/Promises: alcohol consumption, canon-level violence discussed, self-loathing

Word Count: 6780

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It was raining outside.

Of course, it was raining. It was Gotham.

You ran your hand over your face again. It was a poor effort to wipe away the day, as much as the glass in front of you was a poor way to wash away the week. To your credit, you’d been nursing the same glass for an hour. Its ability to make you cross-eyed with blissful amnesia was dulled and unfortunately tardy.

It wasn’t that the day had been long. Or the week even longer. It wasn’t that the office gossip you eavesdropped on kept swirling in your head, or that it always silenced when you walked into the room. You were bored. And lonely. The life of a vigilante had been too much for you. When you got hurt… Bruce’s invitation for a desk job in Wayne Enterprises had sounded like a walk on golden clouds when compared to always watching over your shoulder day and night. But he’d dropped you in the middle of an office war. Due to your aforementioned skills, you were able to smooth things out. But people were unwilling to trust you after that. The few “friends” you been able to make were skin-deep in their feelings. At home, sleep was short and sharp, and your bed was never warm enough no matter who joined you.

You didn’t miss your old life. The flying bullets and the near-death experiences. You didn’t miss the blood or the characters always sticking to ruin Gotham. And definitely not Bruce’s strict ways of handling things.

You missed your team. You missed the comradery.

But that was all over. You were too spiky a personality. After the injury, you had stayed at the Manor for a while. Things were strained, though. They told you less and less about their missions. So that you could ‘rest’ and ‘recover’ without the stress. It grated your nerves to a fraying point. One rough dinner at Wayne Manor ended in words you didn’t mean. You left. Found a lonely apartment. And now-

“Hey there, precious. Rough week?”

With a barely stifled groan, you looked to your left. It took all your willpower not to roll your eyes hard enough to eyeball your own brain. He was good-looking. No mistake. But you weren’t going to waste your time with the likes of him. “Even if it was, it’s none of your concern. Excuse me.” You turned away from him. Twirling your glass, the ice clinked around inside.

The man squeezed into your personal bubble. “Aww, you don’t have to clam up on me. Come on. Doesn’t matter what kind of day or week or month you’ve had. We can make a night of it.” He placed his hand on your wrist, giving it a squeeze that made it feel like a brand. “How about I refill that drink for you?”

You glanced his way. Your eyes, instead of rolling into the back of your head, rolled over him like smog. Took less than a second to size him up. “Sure. Why not?” Within another blink, you downed the rest of your glass.

He grinned. Shooting a finger into the air, he caught the eye of Jim, the barkeep. They shared a nod and within two minutes you had a refill. You couldn’t help but notice that he continued to nurse the same glass as before.

Still, you drank. One. Then another.

The man’s semi-handsome face blurred around the edges as you drank. His conversation didn’t fare any better, but the alcohol helped to drone him out a little. Until his hand on your wrist felt less like a brand and more like a handcuff. It was time to break loose.

“Thanks for the drinks. I think I’ll head home now.”

He frowned. “So soon? You don’t want another – Alright. I’ll get my coat.”

“No.”

The man dropped his scarf around his neck. Everyone within six blocks could have seen it was expensive, despite its manufactured grunge. “You can’t expect a gentleman such as myself to let you walk home alone, do you? It is Gotham after all.”

With the way this was about to go, you started to pull out your wallet to pay for your drinks. Absently, you checked your phone. “I can handle myself.” You hissed and flinched as he stepped close.

Alcohol from his breath wafted over you, increasing your cringe. He whispered like a lover. “I bet you can. But you’re alone. I’m alone. You’re gorgeous. Strong willed, I can tell. If you give me chance, I bet I could soften you up. You don’t have to be a tough girl, tonight.” He took your hand, dragging his thumb across your knuckles. “It’s dark and rainy outside. Gives the streets an air of mystery. We’ve talked for hours-“

You’ve talked. I haven’t gotten a word in, you thought.

“But this mystery man can take care of you if you’ll give him a chance.”

“Blüdhaven.”

He pulled back. “What?”

“You’re from Blüdhaven.”

Flustered, he covered up his reaction by bumbling around with his wallet a bit before asking, “how’d you riddle that?” Without even a glance around, he tossed a fifty and change onto the counter.

“Careful with that phrasing around here.” You leaned back in your chair, looking him over again. “That’s one thing: you don’t know what to say… and what not to say. And you stick out like a tourist.”

“How’s that?” He crossed his arms. You half expected him to stomp his foot like a petulant child.

Taking a deep breath, you prepared to absolutely ruin this creep’s night. “For starters, that suit and scarf probably cost you a Gothamite’s three months’ rent. And it shows. Only Two-Face can walk around in stuff that fine in this part of town. I suggest you watch your pockets around here, or you’ll go back to Blüdhaven with just your shirt. If you’re lucky.” You couldn’t help but let a quick grin break through as the man’s face hardened. “Secondly: your tone and subject of conversation when you talk. You’ve heard the stories; probably read the newspapers. Anybody with two braincells to rub together would know better than to walk around like you own the place. Might as well hang a sign around your neck saying, ‘I’m not from around here.’ You stand out more than a Kansas boy does in Metropolis. And thirdly, if the expensive scarf, the pinky ring, and that thick wallet wasn’t enough, there are certain locals who don’t take kindly to visiting displays of wealth. They might think you’re moving in with a side gig.” A wide smile stretched across your face, hopefully sparkling like a knife in the moonlight. “Yep, kiddo, you’ve got all the signatures of a Mark. Have fun trying to get to your hotel in one piece. Alone.”

He sneered, “now listen-“

“The only mystery is why you bothered to come here at all. You’re just a waste of my time, or for any woman here. We don’t dally with tourists.”

“Fuck you, Bitch.” He tossed on his coat with a flourish and stomped towards the door.

“Not for all the tea in China, pencil-dick.”

As he slammed the door shut, you allowed yourself a champion’s sip of your drink, finishing it. But there was no applause. Everyone else in the bar went back to their drinks. Even Jim avoided your gaze. Where the guy from Blüdhaven had stormed out, the rainy outside chill had seeped in. It reached your seat, catching your ankles first. Which sent your body into shivers.

Would it really have been so bad to go to the hotel with him? Or to take him home? It wouldn’t have been your first man from Blüdhaven. The ones from Metropolis were the worst, though. Either way, a lost descent fuck.

Against your will, the alcohol hit your loneliness and kicked your earlier assuredness aside. Eyes watering, you motioned Jim for a drink. He made it, but murmured maybe it was time for you to go home before putting it down. You muttered “last one. Then I’ll sleep all this off.” He waved away your money and left you to it.

Each sip burned in the way you wanted your first drink to. But now that you had it, the pain and the awareness of your situation… you hated it. How was it that you never remembered the regret until it hit you like Harley’s baseball bat? Still, you kept drinking. And letting your thoughts run rampant. You were alone at work. You were alone at home. And when you went out, you turned down perfectly fine flings and drank alone. One of your tears made a cinematic ripple in your glass. You drank it down.

The vigilante voice in the back of your head suggested you tell one of the guys, maybe Dick, that the Blüdhaven asshole was visiting, and to keep an eye out for him.

Each number of your speed-dial was linked to another teammate. And one to Bruce, but you could easily avoid tapping that key, even in your increasingly belligerent state. Still, you weren’t entirely sure which button you selected. Or if you had selected more than one. What’s a group-call between former teammates? When a voice answered on the other side, you launched into the story immediately. How an idiot like that was bound to get jumped, or worse. You said which bar you were at, and how you were alone while trying to not let your voice crack. Clearing your throat, you told the teammate what places were around to check. With the alcohol swirling in your bloodstream, so did the conversation. It played on repeat in your head, and your tongue parched as if you’d been talking for a while.

The door opened. Whoever walked in was a blur to you, but their voice was familiar and soothing.

“Ready to go home, Sweetheart?”

“You got an eye on our visitor?” you slurred. Jerk as he had been, you didn’t want to see his face in the papers tomorrow because something happened to him. And you said as much, tearing up as you did. You fell into familiar arms, letting them guide you outside.

***

At first, you awoke to what you thought were gunshots. Not unusual in Gotham, so you rolled over and went back to sleep. But the reverb continued. Slowly, you realized it was your own head with that staccato, pounding away as evidence that your drinks did kick in at some point.

What point was that?

After telling off the creep, you didn’t remember much besides the flow of alcohol.

You sat up with a gasp. Which you instantly regretted as your world spun.

The sheets beneath your fingers were yours. Your pillows. Your windows.

A slight clinking came from the kitchen.

Did you get drunk enough to actually bring someone home with you?

Head pounding, and vision watering with pain, you reached for your phone. It was in its usual spot and plugged in to charge.

Someone familiar with your space had to have brought you home last night or early this morning. But looking at your call history didn’t help. Inwardly you groaned. Somehow in your stupor, you managed to call Dick, Jason, Cass, and even Tim. It didn’t take much imagination to consider what they thought of you. First blowing up at them and leaving the team, and then drunk calling. The call list seemed mostly thought out, so no butt dials. No calls longer than six or seven minutes. Like you were passing along a set amount of information.

The Blüdhaven guy.

You sank back into your pillows.

So, perhaps, you had called the team about keeping a certain tourist safe. While also – most likely – slurring your words, changing subjects at random, and probably crying between every sentence. Your usual reaction to alcohol. Great.

Still…

You ran your hands over the sheets. It was neatly folded. And tucked in around you. Then there was your phone. And – oh. A glass of water on your nightstand and two pills.

But you didn’t take them. Not right away.

After calling the crew, you could have picked up or been picked up by anybody. Anyone could have plugged in your phone. The chord always laid across your nightstand, plain as day. As for the pills, they were white and oblong. Could be anything as much as they could be pain relief. Anyone could have tucked you in so sweetly after a one-night stand.

You paused and took stock. While your head hurt tremendously, your throat didn’t. Nor were you sore in the usual places. So, you hadn’t been taken advantage of.

Taking a sip of water, you considered your options. The Bat-team bridge had burned beautifully and furiously. Despite the calls, you still didn’t have enough evidence that any of them had brought you home.

Tim would not have brought you home. With his caffeine addiction and connections, you would have sobered up at one of his favorite cafes around town. If you had really been the worse for wear, as you felt, he would have taken you to the Manor. And Alfred would have woken you up with tea and a remedy strong enough to rouse a four-day sleep-deprived Bruce.

Dick would have taken you to his apartment. It was stocked just shy of surviving an apocalypse. His way of rebelling against the capabilities of the Batcave. You were kind of grateful that you hadn’t woken up there. A stern talking-to about being aware of your surroundings would have concluded with his hangover remedies. Which he mostly developed for Jason or his own stress-fueled crashes. You’d rather have the hangover.

Jason could have brought you home… or taken you to his place. There was a fifty-fifty chance either way. It would depend on how his questionable gig was running. If he felt sure no one was watching the place you would have been there. And he probably would have started early to make you breakfast in bed. But if his place wasn’t safe for visitors…. He hadn’t dropped by more than a couple time times, so he wouldn’t know where anything was in your apartment.

Cass would have brought you straight home. After taking pictures to tease you with later. Unless you had been super mopey-drunk. On that note, maybe you were safe from pictures this time. She had visited plenty. It kept you in the loop so you could do some detective work from your desk. Her visits had slacked off here of late as she dug deeper into some case or another.

The warm sensation of knowing so many people cared about you, no matter how shitty you felt about yourself or life, relieved some of the ache in your forehead. It made a different ache swell up in the back of your throat.

A pan dropped in the kitchen, the sudden noise nearly startling you out of your skin. The deep-voiced cursed ruled out the possibility of Cas bringing you home. And the possibility of a stranger being in your home reared its head. The thought of some guy bringing you home to just lay on your couch all night raised the hair on the back of your neck. Quickly, you looked under the sheets. You were still wearing the clothes from last night. Then, quietly, you reached into your nightstand for your throwing knives. Your blood ran cold.

They weren’t there.

As footsteps approached your door, the worst options of who could be on the other side of the wood swirled in your head. You didn’t feel drugged. But you had plenty of enemies whose real faces you didn’t know by sight. None of them should know where you lived. Henchmen and mob bosses could have found out. Unless you told them while drunk.

You kind of hoped it was Dick about to walk in. You had been careless.

As the doorknob turned, you slid to the side of the bed, ready to jump and defend yourself.

***

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thelastspeecher · 1 year ago

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I've been on a bit of a Foster Ford AU kick lately, and managed to get a little something something written up. Not featuring Ford, though. No, this particular write explains what Stan is up to in the Foster Ford AU. Enjoy.

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Stan sat morosely on the swing, staring out at the ocean. The Stanmobile was parked nearby, waiting for Stan to get in and finally leave Glass Shard Beach. At this point, Stan had accepted that no one was going to come get him. He was out for good. But before he left, he wanted to stop by the swings one last time.

Someone sat on the swing next to him. Stan’s head whipped around eagerly, his heart pounded. He blinked in surprise. It wasn’t Ford, but he wasn’t completely disappointed by who it was.

“Shermie?” he asked. Shermie forced a smile at Stan.

“Hey, kid.”

“Don’t call me kid,” Stan muttered instinctively. He looked away. “Are you here to chew me out, too?”

“No!” Shermie sounded scandalized by the idea. “I just…I wanted to check on you.” Stan grunted wordlessly. “I dropped by the shop today and Mom and Pops told me what happened. Where have you been staying?”

“Where do you think?” Stan asked. He nodded at the Stanmobile. Shermie sighed.

“That’s what I was worried about.” Shermie paused. “You know what happened was wrong, right?”

“Yeah, fucking up Ford’s experiment was wrong, they made that pretty clear.”

“Not what I’m talking about. Stan, they shouldn’t have kicked you out over that,” Shermie said firmly. Stan tensed. “And I’m definitely not gonna let you live in your car because of it.”

“I don’t need charity.”

“It’s not charity. You’re my little brother. I’m supposed to protect you.” Shermie sighed heavily. “I haven’t been doing a great job of it. Pops…”

“Pops is just strict.”

“No, he’s not,” Shermie said softly. “And the fact you think that is proof I haven’t been taking care of you right.” Shermie looked at Stan. “You’re gonna stay with me for a while.”

“I told you, I don’t need-”

“Yeah, you did tell me that. But you’re wrong. C’mon. Amelia is making pasta tonight.” Shermie stood up. Stan stayed on the swing. “Caleb’s gonna be excited to see you.” At the mention of his nephew, Stan couldn’t help the small grin that eked its way onto his face.

“Fine. I’ll come for dinner with Caleb. But that’s it.” Both Stan and Shermie knew Stan would be staying for more than just dinner, but Shermie played along.

“Sure.”

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Caleb babbled happily from his playpen, which Stan had dubbed Baby Jail.

“I’ll play with you in a bit,” Stan said. He set down a box of plates on the kitchen table. “Big strong Uncle Stan has to help your dad move everything in.”

“Big strong Uncle Stan, huh?” Shermie asked, setting down his own box. Shermie, his wife Amelia, his son Caleb, and Stan had just moved across the country. Shermie got an offer he couldn’t refuse in San Diego, and Stan was more than happy to get some space from New Jersey. “I’m not so sure about that.”

“What are you talking about?” Stan scoffed. Shermie poked Stan’s bicep.

“You’re out of practice, kid.”

“Didn’t feel like going to the gym back home, sue me,” Stan muttered. Filbrick was a regular at the boxing club Stan used to practice at.

“There’s plenty of places around where you can pick up boxing again,” Amelia said. She opened the box of plates and began to put them away in the kitchen cabinets. “Between that and classes, you should make some new friends fast!”

“…Classes?” Stan asked.

“You’re gonna get your GED,” Shermie said.

“Since when?”

“Since always. The only reason I didn’t push it back in Jersey was because I didn’t want you to feel embarrassed.”

“I’m fine without a high school degree!”

“Stan, you can’t just spend your life staying home with Caleb and boxing,” Amelia said, kindly but firmly. “You need to get a job at some point, and you’ll only get a decent one with a diploma.”

“I’m gonna fail. The only reason I passed back home was because I cheated off Ford,” Stan insisted. Shermie ruffled his hair.

“I’m a teacher, remember? I’ll help you get that passing grade without cheating.”

“Fine,” Stan muttered. He glowered at his brother and sister-in-law. “But only because of the whole job thing. I’m not gonna leech off you guys.”

“And we appreciate that,” Shermie teased. Stan rolled his eyes and went back to the moving truck to get another box.

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“Rainy one, isn’t it?” remarked Stan’s chatty coworker, Chris. Stan looked out the windows of the coffee shop. Vague figures could be barely made out through the sheets of rain.

“Where’d you get that idea?” Stan asked dryly. Working in a coffee shop wasn’t his dream, but in San Diego, it was the highest paid part-time position he could get with a high school degree. He had to pay for classes somehow. Getting his GED without cheating had awoken something in Stan, and he wanted to see how far he could go. As long as he stopped with community college.

“You’re not the best conversation,” Chris said.

“Chris, it’s five in the morning.” The bell over the door jingled. A short woman wearing a yellow raincoat and matching rain boots walked in. She lowered the hood of her coat. She had caramel-colored hair cropped in a bob hairstyle and dyed partially pink. Her long, narrow nose took up much of her face, and even had a few raindrops that had snuck past her hood on the end. Stan’s heart began to race.

Shit, she’s cute. The woman walked up to the counter and ordered a drink from Chris.

“A large hot ch-” Chris began to relay to Stan.

“I heard,” Stan interrupted, already working on the hot chocolate. The woman giggled. Like he usually did when making drinks for pretty ladies, Stan added extra whipped cream on top of the drink. The woman took the drink from him. Her eyes widened when she noticed the extra whipped cream. She smiled at him sweetly.

Stan grinned back.

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“What are ya studyin’?” Angie asked. She had become a regular after that morning in the coffee shop, and before long, she and Stan swapped numbers. They had officially been going out for a month now.

“College,” Stan replied. Angie’s hectic schedule didn’t allow for extravagant dates, so today’s date was another walk by the harbor. Angie rolled her eyes at Stan’s non-answer.

“Surely yer takin’ some more specific classes than just gen eds,” Angie said.

“No, not really.”

“Ya haven’t figured out yet what ya want to do with yer degree?”

“Get a job.”

“But what kind of job?” Angie pressed. Stan winced. Angie cocked her head. “Yer not fibbin’, are ya?”

“If I was?”

“Well, I’d be awful disappointed,” Angie drawled, her southern accent especially strong. Stan suspected she played up her accent at times to sway him, since she knew he liked it.

“I’ll tell you, but you have to promise not to make fun of me,” Stan said. Angie nodded. “I…I wanna be a gym teacher.”

“Why would I make fun of that?” Angie asked. “Teachin’ is noble!”

“Getting a gym teacher degree at a community college? That’s the setup for a punchline,” Stan said.

“I strongly disagree,” Angie said. She intwined her fingers with Stan’s. “What made ya decide to do that?”

“I took an intro class in it for an easy A,” Stan said with a shrug. “Turns out I like it and I’m good at it.” Stan raised an eyebrow at Angie. “What about you?” Angie went to a fancy four-year school, so he didn’t have her in any classes or see her on campus.

“Biology with an emphasis in herpetology.”

“An emphasis in what?”

“Herpetology. It’s the study of reptiles and amphibians.”

“Ah, you’re getting a degree in lizards. Got it,” Stan said, nodding. Angie giggled.

“So, when do I get to meet yer folks?” Angie asked playfully. Cold water spread through Stan’s veins. He forced a grin, trying to hide his reaction to Angie’s question.

“You can meet my brother any time. He keeps asking me when I’m gonna bring you home.” Judging by Angie’s furrowed brow, she picked up on the careful dodge. But she moved on without comment.

“That sounds lovely. We should set it up!”

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Stan peered over Angie’s shoulder, looking at the papers she had strewn across the kitchen table.

“I didn’t realize lizard school would be so tough,” he commented. Angie sighed.

“Serves me right fer decidin’ to do advanced lizard school,” she complained. Stan kissed the top of her head. She turned partway to look at him, then slapped her forehead. “Today’s yer first day at yer new job, ain’t it?”

“Yep,” Stan said, taking a sip from his mug of coffee.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve made ya breakfast to celebrate!”

“Pfft, what am I, five?” Stan scoffed. He drained the rest of his mug and set it in the sink.

“Still!” Angie shook her head. “I’ll make ya somethin’ nice fer dinner to make up fer it, okay?”

“Sounds great, babe.” Stan squinted at the paperwork. He couldn’t understand any of it. “Don’t pull your hair out over those lizards.”

“Ugh, it’s the students more ‘n the lizards what are botherin’ me,” Angie muttered. She got up to kiss Stan on the cheek and then sat back down. “Take off yer ring durin’ class. I’d hate fer it to fall off and get lost.”

“It’s a fancy school for rich smart kids,” Stan said. “None of them are gonna want my wedding ring.”

“I wasn’t sayin’ yer students would steal from ya. More that no one would be able to find it ‘cause it got stuck in somethin’.” Angie raised an eyebrow. “It prob’ly ain’t in yer best interests to imply yer students are thieves, Mr. Pines.”

“Fine, Mrs. McGucket-Pines,” Stan teased back before grabbing his lunch from the fridge and the Stanmobile’s keys off the hook by the front door. He planted a kiss on Angie’s cheek. “See you after school.”

#Gravity Falls #Gravity Falls AU #Stanley Pines #Shermie Pines #Angie McGucket #Foster Ford AU #my writing #my stuff #have I been focusing on stuff that would be relevant to turning this into a proper multichap on AO3?#.....perhaps.....#but no promises! my life is kinda fucking nuts #and there's no way I'll start a new multichap until after I've finished a couple of my WIPs first #they've been languishing for so long...#speecher speaks

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simlit · 1 year ago

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for the Character solidifying asks.. I am going to be the sneaky one and ask for all you haven't answered for Xiaoming (or as many as you feel like.. cause I need to know all!)

1. How does your character think of their father?

Xiaoming’s father was incredibly strict, and pushed for excellence. Both Xiaoming and his mother were subjected to a certain set of standards which they were made to uphold. Xiaoming doesn’t hold deep sentimental opinions about most people, his father is no different. He respected him, though was not always capable of meeting those standards when he was younger, and was often punished. Regardless, he understands that his father was responsible for instilling a certain drive in him.

2. Their mother? How do they think of her?

Xiaoming respected both his parents, but it was not a household filled with love. His mother was kinder, but she was also the lady of a great house and he didn’t have a close personal relationship with her.

3. Brothers, sisters? Who do they like? Why?

Xiaoming is an only child.

4. What type of discipline was your character subjected to at home? Strict? Lenient?

As stated, it was incredibly strict. He was taught important values from a young age. His father was a traditionalist, so Xiaoming was expected to behave and perform as a son should. He was taught principles of filial piety, loyalty, perseverance, and of the importance of strengthening both his body and mind through dedicated studies and training. He was born to a wealthy, upperclass family, but he was not afforded any leeway because of it. His father wanted him to know humility and to have the wisdom to be able to survive without opulence.

5. Were they overprotected as a child? Sheltered?

He wasn’t given any sort of advantage, despite having money and means. His father specifically hired mentors who would offer exceptional challenges to his son.

6. Did they feel rejection or affection as a child?

Rejection, but I don’t think the opposite of that is affection. Nor do I think it’s necessarily a bad thing to have faced rejection. When Xiaoming performed well, he was told as much, an when he did not, he was told just as much lol.

7. What was the economic status of their family?

The Qiao Family were definitely upperclass, but not necessarily nobility. His father had been a general in the military and was celebrated for his great successes, so their name was well known even prior to Qiao Xiaoming’s notoriety.

8. How does your character feel about religion?

Xiaoming is a practicing Taoist. He observes the precepts in his daily life, and seeks balance and harmony through cultivation. He will very rarely break these tenets, and sees malevolent spirits and demons as an abomination of those values.

10. Is your character street-smart, book-smart, intelligent, intellectual, slow-witted?

Xiaoming is incredibly well-educated. He’s knowledgeable about many disciplines, such as religion, history and geography. He was taught mathematics and science, but he preferred languages and literature in academia. He can speak many different languages, and dialects, and has memorized many epic poems and can recite them at will. Most people are awed by his intelligence, and can tell he is “well-bred” from his manner of speaking.

16. What does your character do for a living? How do they see their profession? What do they like about it? Dislike?

His “profession”, if you want to call it that, I’m not sure if I would lol, but he offers his services as a cultivator and swordsman. This can be a variety of things, such as expelling demons, exorcising possessions, conducting further purification ceremonies, and mentoring young cultivators and aspiring swordsmen.

17. Did they travel? Where? Why? When?

He travelled more when he was younger, though not as much anymore. He finds he is most useful in small villages, helping those who may not have much means in life. He currently resides at the teahouse, which is located at a “conjunction” between the spirit world and the human world, so there is frequently demonic activity and wayward souls seeking his guidance.

21. What are your character’s manners like? What is their type of hero? Whom do they hate?

Xiaoming is incredibly proper. He is well-mannered and respectable in most all confrontations. Even if provoked, his responses are minute, as he practices an emotionless path of cultivation (see previous ask). He doesn’t have any heroes, per se, and would never feel hatred towards anyone or anything, but he certainly dislikes demons and malevolent beings who deliberately twist good people and sow chaos.

22. Who are their friends? Lovers? ‘Type’ or ‘ideal’ partner?

Xiaoming doesn’t consider anyone to be his “friend”, even if they might think of him that way. He has fine relationships with most people in the teahouse, but doesn’t let people get close to him on a personal level.

23. What do they want from a partner? What do they think and feel of sex?

He absolutely does not think of anyone in a romantic way. For one, his cultivation doesn’t allow him to, and secondly, he finds the idea abhorrent. Sex is absolutely out of the question lmao. He is 1000% a prude and yes, it drives Kaizen up the wall. Xiaoming would never seek, nor desire a relationship, though, you could consider his dynamic with Kaiz a “partnership”. Xiaoming dislikes most demons, and Kaizen is not an exception to that rule, but he is also incredibly powerful, and instead of burning all his qi vanquishing him, Xiaoming instead brokered an “arrangement” with him. Kaizen is not allowed to torment humans so long as he resides in the mortal realm, but he may reside at the teahouse and use willing participants (paying customers only) to satiate his sexual cravings under the stipulation that he releases them afterwards.

25. What are their hobbies and interests?

Xiaoming enjoys reading, playing the guzheng, and meditating. He loves peace and quiet and being left the hell alone lmao.

26. What does your character’s home look like? Personal taste? Clothing? Hair? Appearance?

Both Xiaoming’s residence and personal appearance are much the same. He embraces modesty and humility, and does not have a great deal of material possessions, mostly only what he requires. He dresses just as modestly, and rarely shows much skin. He prefers to dress traditionally, and will most usually be seen with his hair up, even when alone or at home.

28. Who is your character’s mate? How do they relate to him or her? How did they make their choice?

We’ll say this answer is not necessarily “canon”, but more a hypothetical future. Xiaoming would play hard to get for a long time, as in, decades, if not centuries of rebuffing Kaizen’s advances. Kaizen is patient, but it would all come down to a certain trigger. If that reality comes to pass, Xiaoming might give in to Kaizen. Having spent years aside him as courteous companions, they do have a lot of rapport with one another. Kaizen has moments of seriousness, which Xiaoming finds respectable. That’s not to say some small part of him isn’t still disgusted by what Kaizen is, but when the “humanity” breaks through the demonic façade is when Xiaoming would find him most attractive. They get along well in those instances. Xiaoming can actually talk to Kaizen quite openly. He values Kaizen’s ability to feel his emotions, without Xiaoming having to overtly express them. Secretly, he rather admires Kaizen’s commitment, even if he thinks it’s absurd that the demon might have dedicated his entire life to something so trivial (him, lmao). But the fact that in doing so, Kaizen is able to “learn” some semblance of respect and empathy gives Xiaoming hope that demons can be redeemed, too.

32. How does your character react to stress situations? Defensively? Aggressively? Evasively?

Pragmatically. He is quite unshaken. Nothing frightens or surprises him, so he’s able to respond to any situation logically.

33. Do they drink? Take drugs? What about their health?

Absolutely not. His beliefs prohibit drinking or recreational drug use. And his health is very important to him. He has a vigorous workout regimen and eats cleanly.

40. How is their sense of humor? Do they have one?

He has no sense of humor whatsoever lmao.

50. What are the prevailing facial expressions? Sour? Cheerful? Dominating?

Xiaoming is always very monotone and restrained. Because his cultivation path restricts him from being overly emotional, he rarely shows any sort of change in facial expression. His reactions would be incredibly slight, and only someone who spends extended amounts of time with him would notice them.

#jade babbles #ask game #ec: qiao xiaoming #i.e. the straightest of laces

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bunbeeplays · 6 months ago

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The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 110 - Goodbye and Good Riddance

Rather than attending her mother's funeral, Ophelia and Xander come to see Jane's burial site the next day. Ophelia isn't concerned with paying her respects, but she was hoping to get some sense of closure from seeing her mother's name on that tombstone.

Ophelia stares down at the tombstone and she almost feels guilty for feeling… nothing.

The woman who made her feel like garbage her entire childhood is dead in the ground, but she doesn’t even feel a morbid sense of joy over it.

Xander: How are you feeling?

Ophelia: I don’t know. I spent so much time resenting her, I never figured out how I’d feel when this happened.

She sighs. How was mourning her gran easier? At least then, she knew she felt sad. Now she just feels… a different, bland kind of sad.

Ophelia: I guess I’m not so much sad that she died, but she never apologized and now she never will. It's like she… got away with it.

Xander: I mean, she died because she fell off a cliff. Karma got to her, at least.

Ophelia lets out a giggle at the very thought. Laughing on her mother’s grave might be a bit crass, but it’s what she deserves.

Ophelia: Yeah, I guess so. I still can’t believe she went rock climbing to impress a client. I’m assuming they weren’t impressed.

Once she sees who’s approaching, Ophelia stops laughing.

Richard: I see you came to pay your disrespects.

She figured her dad would be back at work the day after the funeral, but losing his business (and life) partner probably warrants an extra day or two away from the office.

Ophelia: Xander, this is my dad. Dad, this is my husband Xander.

Richard: I wish we were meeting under better circumstances, but hello, Xander.

Xander: Please, my friends and family call me Xander. You can call me Mr. Lemon.

Richard: Oh. You took her name. That’s progressive. Good for you.

That sounded genuine, despite the sarcastic comment Xander spat at him. Why is he being so… civil? Jane always was the nastier of the two, but he certainly wasn’t that kind to Ophelia either.

Richard: Ophelia, can we talk?

Xander looks like he’s going to tell his father-in-law to go eat cake from a cowplant, but stops once he sees his wife nodding.

Ophelia asks him to get a coffee from the stand at the park down the street so she can speak to her father alone.

She thinks he might berate her for not attending the funeral, but he surprises her.

Richard: People asked where you were. I told them it was too much for you.

He doesn’t sound angry. It’s like he thinks he did that for her sake.

Ophelia: Yeah, I’m sure that was a lot easier than explaining the real reason I didn't attend the funeral.

He sighs.

Richard: I really do understand why you didn’t attend. Your mother… She was wrong to treat you the way she did. I realize that now.

Ophelia just stares at her dad. While Jane was definitely crueler than him, it's not like he tried to stop her.

Ophelia: Oh, you realize that NOW? Now that she’s six feet under and you don't have to do anything about it? You didn’t realize it when she tossed me out like trash?

The older man swallows. He’s confident in court but not so much right now.

Richard: Your mother had… a difficult upbringing. Being so strict was all she knew.

Ophelia: Well, unlike her, I’m learning from my parents' mistakes and trying to do better for my kids.

Richard: Kids? Did you… have another?

Ophelia: Yes, and I’d sooner die than treat them the way you two treated me.

Richard: Now that’s a bit harsh. We were strict but you had a comfortable childhood.

Something in Ophelia snaps when he says this.

Ophelia: Comfortable? Oh, yeah, I was SOOO comfortable when Mom would smash one of my toys with a hammer whenever I scored lower than an A on anything. Or when she screamed in my face for an hour for spilling milk when I was FOUR.

Richard: Yes, she was wrong to do that but she never laid a hand on you, we gave you a roof over your head and food on the table-

Ophelia: Oh, do you want a prize because you two did the bare legal requirements for raising a child? You didn’t even do it the full 18 years!

Ophelia: I’m not going to stand here and listen to you justify her verbal and emotional abuse.

Richard lets out a breath.

Richard: Okay. Fine. She was cruel to you. I… I know that.

Ophelia: Yeah. You knew. You always did. And you allowed it to happen.

Ophelia: She was always meaner to me than you were, always criticizing, always making me feel like garbage, but you… you let her. You never even tried to step in and stop her, or defend me.

Richard: You’re making her actions MY fault?

Ophelia: You’re my dad! You were supposed to protect me! If I treated my girls how Mom treated me even ONCE, Xander would take them and leave my sorry ass, but you stood by and let her use me as her punching bag! I don’t know how Gramps and Gran raised such a spineless coward!

Richard: I’ve been trying to apologize to you but you’re too busy screaming at me to listen! Isn’t that what you wanted? For me to apologize?

Ophelia: I don’t need your apologies! I needed you to help me! I was a child and I was SCARED of her and you did NOTHING!

Richard: I’m sorry I wasn’t perfect!

Ophelia: I didn’t need you to be perfect! I needed you to DO SOMETHING!

Richard: I’m doing something now! I’m an old man, Ophelia. I don’t want to fight with you anymore. I don’t want to die regretting not having a relationship with you.

Ophelia: So you… You’re actually apologizing?

Richard: Yes. I’m sorry I didn’t stand up to your mother. I’m sorry that I… was too cowardly to protect you.

She lets the silence linger before speaking up again.

Ophelia: I… I don’t forgive you.

Richard: Did you not hear me? I’m not going to be around much longer. You’re going to regret-

Ophelia: No. You’re not going to guilt me into giving YOU closure. I don’t regret a single second since you two forced me out of your lives. It's the best thing you ever did for me!

Ophelia: You had your chance to be in my life and you wasted it. You have to live with that for what's left of your life. I don’t forgive you, and I won’t miss you when you’re gone. As far as I’m concerned, you’re already dead to me.

When Ophelia storms off to meet up with Xander, she feels on top of the world… until the adrenaline fades. She doesn’t regret what she said, she meant every word, but that doesn’t make it hurt less.

#The Sims #The Sims 4 #The Sims 4 Legacy #The Lemon Legacy #TS4 #The Sims 4 gameplay #sims 4 #generation 1 #ophelia #xander #richard

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foggyfanfic · 1 year ago

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Mirabel's Super Secret Adventure

Movie AU

Chapter Preview: “-but seriously, you know everything is going to be alright,” Tía Leandra was saying to Tïo Bruno, a pretty normal exchange between the two. One Mirabel had heard a thousand times and was prepared to ignore if not for what Tío Bruno said next.

Prologue Next Masterlist

Slipping Through the...

“Abuela, I found her,” Gabriel called, and Mirabel groaned. She was so close.

Mirabel stood just two feet shy of Antonio’s new door, the quiet sanctuary of Casita’s abandoned courtyard tantalizingly close.

Just over ten years ago, Mirabel had her own gift ceremony, and instead of receiving a gift, she had become the miracle’s back up plan. Which was fine, great even, a huge honor. Sure, it would have been way cooler to shape shift, or make flowers out of thin air, but hey! She was serving a very important role in the family just by existing, and that was… well, it definitely wasn’t nothing.

She was fine, more than fine. Happy, really.

However.

“Oh come on Gabe, I’m fifteen, I don’t need a babysitter,” Mirabel groused, trying to duck around her older cousin.

“I know you don’t,” Gabriel shrugged, blocking her escape efforts despite his words, “but you’re important, especially on nights like this.”

Mirabel rolled her eyes and groaned, “I already did my part, I helped Antonio get to the door, now can I just-.”

Go mope in peace. That’s what she wanted to say. Because yes, she was really glad the miracle had picked her for something so important. And she was proud of herself and the vital role she played in the last three gift ceremonies. But just thinking of all the gifts given since her own ceremony-, Antonio got to talk to animals, Octavia could shape the earth however she wanted, and Mirabel didn’t even know how to describe Amada’s gift other than amazing!

And what did Mirabel get?

The magic equivalent of being a spare tire.

Tío Bruno was always saying how important it was to “let your feelings flow”, and that was exactly what Mirabel wanted to do. She wanted to let her feelings flow so they could flow right out of her.

In private. As in, not at the party.

She might have been a little jealous of Antonio’s awesome gift, but she was also really happy for him, and wanted him to have his night. She didn’t want to steal the attention away from him.

“You did, and you know Abuela is going to want to include you in the toast tonight, it’s basically a part of the tradition,” Gabriel shrugged.

It started with Amada, Bruno and Leandra’s second child. She was a year younger than Mirabel, and had a strict sense of right and wrong. Everything had to be fair, in Amada’s eyes, and Mirabel not getting a cool gift wasn’t fair. So, Amada had tried to refuse her gift until Mirabel got one too.

In hindsight, it was hugely flattering, one of the nicest things anyone had ever done for her. At the time, however, it was just dragging out a painful experience Mirabel had wanted to get over with.

So, she had encouraged Amada to take the gift, even giving her a few (mostly gentle) shoves towards the door. When she finally touched it, Amada’s eyes had glowed and she’d looked at Mirabel then looked around the party, she had taken off her shoe and tossed it, setting off a chain reaction that had resulted in Mirabel holding a plate of her favorite desserts. Nobody was sure exactly what to call Amada’s gift, but she had always described it as being able to see the dominos of the universe.

“Camilo’s right,” Mirabel grumbled in the here and now, “you are such a stick in the mud.”

“Thank you!” Gabriel smiled at her. She glared back at him.

Gabriel was the eldest of Tío Bruno’s kids, and the only one who remembered life before becoming a Madrigal. Granted, what he remembered was pretty vague, since he was four when he joined the family, but it was generally understood that the more vague his memories, the better.

Gabriel’s birth father was not a good man, one of the few to be banished from Encanto for committing a violent crime. Rumor had it that the reason Gabriel’s abuelo brought him and Amada to Encanto was because Gabriel’s birth father killed Amada’s other parents, and would have killed her if Gabriel hadn’t gotten help.

He was just over a year younger than Luisa, and had only been with the family for six months when he turned five. As such, his gift ceremony had come as a surprise to everybody. One minute they were having a very quiet birthday party fit for a shy little boy, the next a door had appeared and Abuela was rushing to grab the candle.

“Look, just, come get me for the toast,” Mirabel laced her fingers together and put them under her chin, “please. I just want a few minutes away from the party.”

Gabriel pressed his lips together, looking over her shoulder, probably at Abuela. It seemed like Abuela always had at least one eye on Mirabel. Because god forbid the miracle’s back up plan got a paper cut.

“How about we both go,” Gabriel eventually said, offering up a compromise that also served as a convenient excuse for him to take a break from the party, “we can take a walk, decompress. You can vent.”

“Tempting, but no,” Mirabel crossed her arms, “the last time I went anywhere with you after dark your fan club showed up and almost crushed me to death trying to get to you.”

Gabriel flinched and Mirabel felt a little bad. Supposedly, Gabriel’s birth father had been a bit of a womanizer, and as such Gabriel was determined to be the opposite. He had regularly declared that he wouldn’t date until he thought he may have found the one. Unfortunately for him, male Madrigals were few and far between, and there were plenty of women in the village for whom the name was a prize worth any battle.

Things were getting a little easier for him ever since Camilo’s growth spurt, but they still weren’t great.

“Come on, I’m fifteen, I think I can handle myself in my own house,” Mirabel insisted, pushing past the guilt, “Casita will have my back, right Casita?”

Casita clattered the floor tiles in an affirmative.

Gabriel pressed his lips together, then sighed, nodding, “If Abuela asks, you told me you were going to the restroom.”

“You got it,” Mirabel flashed him a thumbs up.

“Be back by nine,” Gabriel called after her, “the toast is at fifteen past.”

“Yeah-huh,” she agreed, walking as quickly as she could out of Antonio’s new room.

Casita’s courtyard was empty, the whole village already exploring the newly installed mini rain forest. She took a few deep breaths, letting her shoulders drop a little as she enjoyed a few seconds of self pity.

She was fine, really, just a tiny bit jealous. That’s all. It was normal to be a little jealous, her Má sometimes told Tía Pepa she wished they could trade. Gift envy was a perfectly normal and valid reason for Mirabel to be just the tiniest bit bummed.

She was otherwise completely fine.

Slowly, quietly, looking up at the night sky, Mirabel plodded down the stairs.

It was tempting to hide in the nursery, but everybody would know to look for her there. And Gabriel would know to check Tío Bruno’s story telling tent. Amada and Octavia, both fellow victims of Gabriel’s mollycoddling, had said she could hide in either of their rooms if she wanted, but she didn’t want to have to worry about them finding her and trying to cheer her up.

Ironically, if Antonio’s room wasn’t currently being used for a party, it would be the perfect place to hide out for a few minutes of privacy.

She’d hide out back in the herb garden, she decided. Only her Má or one of her Tías would think to find her there.

Before she got more than two steps away from the stairs, she heard a familiar raspy chuckle and startled, whipping around to find the source. Thankfully, when she found Tío Bruno standing in the kitchen doorway with Tía Leandra, it didn’t look like either had noticed her. She carefully tiptoed under the stairs Casita had made for the party, so she’d be shielded by the shadows.

“-but seriously, you know everything is going to be alright,” Tía Leandra was saying to Tïo Bruno, a pretty normal exchange between the two. One Mirabel had heard a thousand times and was prepared to ignore if not for what Tío Bruno said next.

“I-, mí reina, you know I want to agree with you, but it’s just-. Look, if our fate really was all up to Mirabel I’d be fine, b-but you can’t really be at the center of something unless there’s something to be the center of, right? It’s all that something that worries me,” Tío Bruno paused to sigh as if the weight of the world was dragging him down, shaking his head, “I can’t help but wonder if-, maybe we should have-, I don’t know. Mirabel has grown into such a mature, kind young woman, and she knows how much we love her. I thought that would mean-, I-I thought that would fix things, but it hasn’t. The cracks are spreading.”

“That’s-, we’ll figure it out,” she was clearly doing her best to look optimistic.

“We might not be able to keep them secret for much longer. The other day one got into Luisa’s room.”

“Well, that makes sense, Mirabel looks about the same age as she did in your vision, whatever is happening, it’s probably about to-,” Tía Leandra cut herself off, then said, “we knew this day would come.”

“I was sort of hoping the cracks would be, you know, a metaphor,” he shrugged, “not real.”

“Have you shown them to Octavia? I know we said we wouldn’t draw any of the kids into this, but if everybody is about to find out about them anyways,” she took his hands in hers, “maybe we start pulling in some more back up. Try more solutions. Control the spread of information.”

Tío Bruno gave a sort of half nod to show he was thinking about it, but otherwise didn’t respond. Eventually he sighed through his nose and picked up her hands, kissing the back of first her right, then her left.

“Come on, let’s go check in so Má doesn’t realize we’re avoiding the party,” Tío Bruno said, smiling ruefully, “we can talk about this after Isabela’s engagement tomorrow.”

“Hm, I still think we should say something,” Tía Leandra said, allowing herself to be led up the stairs.

“I talked to Dolores, and Isabela, they’re both determined to stay the course, they don’t want to rock the boat,” he said, “th-that’s actually why I want to wait. I have a new theory about what’s causing the cracks, I want to see if tomorrow does anything.”

“But what about-?”

“We can say something after,” he reassured her, “b-but you know, eventually we gotta trust the kids to take care of themselves.”

“Easier said than done. Especially when they’re being stupid.”

“Tell me about it.”

And then their voices were swallowed up by the low cacophony of the party.

Mirabel stood there in the shadow of the stairs for a really long time, trying to make sense of what she’d just heard.

“Cracks?” she whispered, then frowned down at the tile beneath her feet, “Casita, do you know what they’re talking about.”

Casita didn’t respond, which was as good a confirmation as Mirabel could ask for. If Casita didn’t know what was happening, she would have received a confused clatter.

“Casita?”

Casita sheepishly shuffled the tiles around.

“Show me.”

There was a moment's hesitation.

“Show me,” she insisted sternly.

Casita wiggled first the tiles, then the floorboards on the stairs, one by one to lead her back up to the second story. She was careful while sneaking past the party and kept looking over her shoulder as she followed Casita’s lead.

The trail stopped abruptly under a large painting on the wall, one Mirabel had never paid much mind to. She studied it closely, not seeing any signs of cracks.

Maybe they were under the picture?

She carefully put her hands on one side and tried to move the painting without dislodging it from whatever was used to hang it, but the painting swung out like a door. Instead of finding cracks, she found a gaping hole, leading to a thin passageway disappearing into the dark.

Mirabel gulped and looked around, before carefully climbing through the hole. She closed the painting behind her and waited for her eyes to adjust.

As soon as she could see where she was going she started walking.

The passageway was narrow, and dusty, but Mirabel could see signs that Bruno had been there. There was salt all over the floor, and wild rats cuddled up in little hammocks like the ones Tío Bruno’s pet rats had. Tía Leandra must have been there too, because hanging on the walls every few feet was a bouquet of dried lavender to keep the air from growing stale.

The little touches kept Mirabel’s heart from beating out of her chest. Sure, she may have been wandering alone through a dark, secret, passage in the walls, but it was clearly a dark, secret, passage that Tío Bruno traversed regularly.

Eventually, she even started to enjoy the journey. It was quiet, everything smelled like lavender, and nobody was popping out of the woodwork to tell her to watch her step, or be careful of splinters.

Mirabel kept her eyes on the walls, looking for cracks. She didn’t find any.

However she did find another giant hole, this one was in the ground and seemed to lead down into an endless abyss. She stared at it.

Tío Bruno went running with Luisa every morning, and Luisa was always saying how acrobatic he was. So, presumably, Tío Bruno could probably use those boards there and there to hop across. And Tía Leandra regularly lifted weights with Luisa and Tío Félix (although they couldn’t lift nearly as much as Luisa could), so if Tío Bruno put that ladder over there on those brackets screwed into the wall, Tía Leandra could probably use it like monkey bars to walk herself across.

Mirabel may have been able to use the ladder like monkey bars too, maybe. Unfortunately, the ladder was on the other side of the hole, so she would never know.

She stared down into the misty abyss contemplatively.

How deep could it be? Realistically? Casita may have been a magic house, but it didn’t make sense to assume the whole house was floating over a giant, bottomless, void. This was probably just a sink hole of some kind. So, it was possible that Mirabel could just hop down, walk across, and climb back up the other side.

Although it was entirely possible that Casita, being a magic house, was indeed floating over an endless void.

She tapped her toes, debating whether or not she wanted to risk it.

Glancing up at the ladder, she suddenly had an idea. That was hardly the only ladder in the house. She could grab a ladder, and try putting it in the hole. If it hit ground she would just climb down, then back up the other side. If it didn’t, she could probably use it as a bridge, just as long as she was careful.

Mind made up, she turned and started the journey back the way she came. She had to struggle not to hum a cheerful tune as she went.

It was just, ever since her gift ceremony Mirabel wasn’t allowed to do anything by herself. She couldn’t lift anything over five pounds without Abuela calling for Luisa, she couldn’t wander into town without one of her cousins being sent as a chaperone, she even had to “rescue” then hide her good fabric scissors just so she could use them without getting a lecture about scissor safety for the thousandth time.

It was always, “You didn’t have to strain yourself” and “Why don’t you relax and let somebody else take care of that” and “Be careful Mirabel”. She loved her Abuela, and she loved spending time with her sister and cousins, but for the love of god, she felt like she was fifteen going on five.

But not this time! This time Mirabel was going to climb around in the walls and discover these secret cracks without anyone else’s help.

With that in mind, Mirabel cracked the painting open a smidge and checked for witnesses before crawling out of her newfound secret tunnel. She dusted herself off and looked around, making extra sure nobody had seen her.

Good.

Mirabel happily trotted towards the stairs, but was brought up short when the grandfather clock struck nine.

Oh, right, the toast.

Pressing her lips together, Mirabel strongly considered ignoring the clock and going right back into the hole in the wall. But if Abuela noticed Mirabel was missing, she’d ask Dolores to find her, and if that happened Mirabel would lose this secret adventure just as soon as she’d found it.

With a sigh, Mirabel vowed to grab the ladder just as soon as everybody was in bed. She took a few deep breaths, put on her happy face, and returned to the crowd.

Gabriel found her in minutes, “Doing better?”

“Yep,” she said, “just needed a breather.”

“That’s good, I was a little worried ab-.”

“When are you not,” Camilo interrupted, suddenly appearing on Gabriel’s other side with a plate of food, “hey Mirabel, Abuela was looking for you.”

Mirabel groaned.

“So, because I am wonderful and amazing, I pretended to be you and did a lap around the party,” Camilo smirked.

Mirabel felt her whole face light up.

“Just figured you’d wanna know, you talked to Señora Matisse about the new cake her bakery is selling, you talked to my Tío Felípe about how much funnier than him I am, and you talked to Isabela about that weird face Mariano makes whenever somebody brings up snakes.”

Mirabel frowned again, “So, basically, the only person you actually bothered fooling was Señora Matisse?”

“Meh, it’s not like Tío Felípe or Isa are going to rat me out,” Camilo shrugged, “Abuela saw you chatting with people at the party, that’s what matters, right?”

“Yeah, I guess,” she admitted.

“So, you owe me one,” he grinned.

Mirabel sighed but couldn’t deny, “Sí, gracias Camilo, I owe you one.”

“I’ll collect on your debt later,” he turned his smirk on Gabriel, who was watching this whole exchange with a slight disapproving frown, “for now the joy of annoying you is the only payment I need.”

“Abuela just wants to keep Mirabel safe,” Gabriel said, always quick to defend their grandmother, “you shouldn’t trick her like that.”

“Alright, then tell her, tell her it was me she saw, not Mirabel,” Camilo responded blithely.

Gabriel frowned at him. Camilo waited, his grin turning knowing as the seconds ticked by and Gabe wasn’t running off to tattle. Gabriel would never purposefully get one of his cousins in trouble, even if he didn’t agree with what they were doing. Eventually Camilo nodded, winked at Mirabel, and walked away, stuffing a cookie into his mouth.

Mirabel couldn’t help but grin at his back.

“I know she’s a little… extreme about it,” Gabriel sighed, “but she’s just trying to keep you and the family safe. We can’t lose our miracle-.”

Mirabel rolled her eyes and opened her mouth to argue.

“-and we definitely can’t lose you,” Gabriel was looking at her with that soft little smile, the one he had inherited from Tío Bruno, “don’t forget, you’re not special because the miracle chose you, the miracle chose you because you’re special.”

All of the fight left her in an instant. Gabriel always managed to do this, he didn’t win arguments by yelling or fighting dirty, he won arguments by refusing to fight. He was the very epitome of the phrase “kill them with kindness”.

Suddenly, Mirabel felt guilty for all the mental complaining she’d done about Abuela, and her cousin. They may have been a bit suffocating, but they were coming from a place of love.

What right did Mirabel have to begrudge them that.

Even worse than feeling guilty, she was suddenly tempted to tell Gabriel about the cracks. To give up her secret adventure for their sakes. She knew if either one found out what she was planning, they’d have a heart attack.

Fortunately, before she could, a ringing sound cut through the party. Abuela was lightly tapping a fork against a glass. It was time for the toast.

“Thank you Gabe,” Mirabel said, even as she allowed herself to be led to Abuela’s side, “I know you guys are coming from a place of love. I just-, I just feel-.”

“Mirabel, come, come,” Abuela called out, ending the conversation, and ushering Mirabel over to stand with Antonio. Antonio grinned up at her, a toucan on his little shoulder, his eyes big and brown and full of love.

Suddenly, everything seemed just a little bit better.

“Hey Tonito,” she greeted him, “are you having a good party?”

“Sí, thank you,” Antonio whispered, wrapping himself around her hand like he had on the way up to his door.

“Always,” Mirabel whispered back. Just loud enough so he could hear her over Abuela’s speech.

She tuned Abuela out as much as she could, and just smiled down at her youngest cousin for a little. He was a sweet kid, and she would kind of miss having him in the nursery with her.

She knew everybody had been sort of expecting Mirabel to help him to his door somehow, but she hadn’t planned to do it. Honestly, she had been tempted to refuse, though she couldn’t quite put why into words.

But Mirabel couldn’t do that to Antonio. If she was honest, she wouldn’t be able to do it to anyone in the family. Not even Isabela. She loved her family too much.

All the same, Mirabel guiding Antonio to his door wasn’t supposed to be a part of the ceremony. Just like Mirabel helping Octavia hobble to her door after she twisted her ankle in her rush to get up the stairs wasn’t supposed to be a part of the ceremony. And her giving Amada permission to accept a gift wasn’t supposed to be a part of the ceremony.

But it was. Something Abuela made sure to mention.

“And let’s not forget, a special thank you to Mirabel, for once again being there for your cousins,” Abuela smiled at her looking proud as ever, “you have once again demonstrated that the gifts our miracle has given come from kindness, sacrifice, and family. You have become a vital part of the ceremony. And who knows, maybe you’ll be leading Isabela’s child to their door next.”

Abuela paused for the village to chuckle as she sent a conspiratorial grin at Señora Guzman. Mirabel couldn’t help but glance at Isabela, expecting to receive a cool, haughty smile that barely masked Isabela’s disdain.

Instead she saw it, her eyes drawn to a subtle motion on the ground. A crack. A singular, spindly crack, forming in the wooden dance floor under Isabela’s feet.

Mirabel looked up at Isabela’s face, but she hadn’t noticed the crack, she was smiling sweetly at Mariano. And he was smiling charmingly back at her. The perfect couple.

Nobody had noticed the crack. Time seemed to slow down as Mirabel searched the faces of the crowd but everybody was smiling, and laughing.

Everybody but Dolores.

Of course! Dolores could probably hear the cracks, and Bruno and Leandra discussing them. So why hadn’t Dolores mentioned any-.

“So!” Abuela called, snapping Mirabel back to attention, “A toast to Mirabel. Thank you Mirabel.”

There were many calls of “Salud” as everybody raised their glasses.

“And of course, happy birthday Antonio! We know you’ll make us proud!”

As one the village shouted and cheered for Antonio and he shrunk ever closer to Mirabel’s side, watching the crowd with wide eyes. Everybody threw their drink back, completing the toast, and the music picked back up.

“Ay, mijo, mí hombrecito,” Tío Pepa called, running to Antonio with Tío Félix on her heels. Only once his mother was close enough for Antonio to latch onto did he let go of Mirabel’s hand. The toucan squawked as its perch was swooped up into Pepa’s arms.

“Gracias Mirabel, not just for guiding him to the door, but for letting him hide behind you,” Tío Félix chuckled quietly, giving her a warm smile and a soft pat on the shoulder before he joined Pepa in hugging their son. Mirabel smiled back, murmuring a platitude that not even she was paying attention to.

With Antonio detached and Abuela busy playing hostess, Mirabel figured she had thirty seconds before Gabriel would find her and start hovering again. So she quickly rushed over to where Isabela had been standing to inspect the crack.

But it was gone.

A/N: Just added the links on Wednesday (09/27) so if somebody wants to test them out, let me know if they don't work. I'm being a little lazy about it.

#Encanto #Encanto AU #Mirabel Madrigal #bruno madrigal #bruno madrigal x female oc #queer Bruno #Encanto fanfic

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saintsenara · 1 year ago

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thank you very much for the ask, anon!

🕯️ was there a fic that was really hard on you to write, or took you to a place you didn't think it would take you?

i’ve found writing one year in every ten very difficult, because my brain and the concept of planning things tightly really don’t see eye-to-eye, so the need for a murder mystery to make sense means that writing this has not been the easiest task i’ve ever set for myself.

💌 share something with us about an up-and-coming work that has you excited!

do you like gender?

do you like lord voldemort?

do you like a serious think about how the harry potter series would be changed if its villain-in-chief was named mary rather than tom? do you like a series of profoundly unreliable narrators piecing the story together from the afterlife? do you like metafiction (lol)?

do you like a story with this as an extract?

She never blinked as much as I would have thought normal, even though the doctor said it probably wasn’t doing her any harm. You know how you get a tingle in your spine when someone’s watching you? You’d get that all the time with her, and you’d look up from your sewing or your cooking or your laundry to find her staring at you. And if you said ‘Mary, what are you doing’, even if you tried to sound as strict as possible, she would continue to look at you and you’d have the horrible feeling that she was rifling through your mind, flicking through your thoughts and feelings and secrets and memories.

Then, all of a sudden, she’d look angelic, and say ‘I don’t believe I was doing anything, miss.’

And she’d smile and leave, and you’d stand there, feeling as though you ought to have done something differently, but not being quite sure what.

But, when you saw her later, at the dinner table, she’d have such a sweet, innocent look on her face that you’d convince yourself that you’d been in the wrong to feel creeped out by her. I always used to think I might have been jealous. I mean, I’m not a lot to look at, I know, and she was absolutely gorgeous. It quite shocked me, when I remembered what the poor girl who’d given birth to her looked like. She’d got her dying wish - that mysterious Mr Riddle must have been one hell of a looker. I used to wonder who he was quite a lot. I thought maybe he must have been an actor, because Mary looked like a film star, with her lovely alabaster skin, and her delicate bone structure, and her glossy, jet black hair. Effie thought he must have been a dancer, because Mary was so elegant that she never seemed to walk anywhere, she glided instead. Martha thought he must have been one of the dons at Oxford or Cambridge, because Mary was just so clever - she taught herself to read when she was still in nappies, you know. Mrs Dolan thought he must have been a gentleman, because Mary had these lovely manners which she definitely hadn’t learned from us.

She never got any real interest though. Even with her good looks and her brains. People would ask to meet her at first, when they came to Wool’s looking to adopt. They were all impressed - well, you would be, I suppose, to see a five-year-old reading Dickens like it was the most natural thing in the world. They used to gush about how polite and refined she was - she’d put on this posh accent, you see, even though I knew she sounded like a fishwife when she was arguing with the other kids, and say ‘oh, please, sir’ and ‘why, thank you, ma’am’.

They all liked her. At first.

But then they’d move on, to Susan or Billy or Betty or Donald or Ann. Plain, stout children with common voices and common minds. They’d never say why, but I knew. It was because strange things seemed to happen around Mary. I used to think, and I know it sounds silly, but I did, I used to think that the air obeyed her. She seemed to be able to call down things from high shelves into her hands, or break tea cups without touching them, or mend them without glueing them, or make it stop raining when she wanted to go outside, or make your cheek sting as though she had slapped you hard round the face for trying to tell her off, even though she was on the other side of the desk from you and she hadn’t moved.

By the end of 1932, just before she turned six, I was afraid she could control people’s thoughts.

I know, I know. It sounds like I’ve lost my marbles.

But I saw her. I saw her, with my own eyes, on Boxing Day, when she cornered Terry in the playroom while he was looking at the tin soldier he had been given for Christmas from the ‘collection for the unfortunate’ they held at St-Basil’s-in-the-Marshes. She held out her hand for the toy and said in that soft, quiet voice she had, ‘I think you’ll find that’s mine, Terry’, and he opened his mouth to resist but then his face just went blank and he placed the soldier in her hand. And Effie bustled over to chastise her - ‘Mary Riddle, I saw you do that!’ - but Mary simply looked at her, with her eyes narrowed, and said ‘I don’t think you did, miss’, and Effie just stood there, her expression suddenly vacant.

I was on rounds that night, and I found the soldier under the settee in the matron’s parlour. Its chest had been broken open and its empty metal innards were glistening in the lamplight.

then you should watch this space!

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hexagonalhavoc · 1 year ago

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Sapphic Surprise

Carla Dosa x Fem Reader

[Author’s Note: This has been floating around in my head since yesterday and it’s too funny not to do. Also I’m fleshing out Lionel’s character because I think he’s a little neat and could have definitely had a redemption arc if he lived]

Secrets of Legendaria was supposed to be their biggest hit, a game that would be remembered for centuries. The pressure was on and everyone was overworked and tired.

Usually Lionel and Carla were good at keeping their arguments behind closed doors but this was different. It’s hard to keep your anger to yourself when the only thing keeping you sane is root beer and energy drinks. They were meaner than usual, going for each other’s throats without mercy. Everyone in the building kept silent, pretending to be busy as they listened in.

“That design is completely impractical! How the hell is she supposed to fight in that!?”

“Oh come on it’s a fantasy game! The clothing isn’t supposed to make sense! You’re always nagging me, I swear this is why you don’t have a boyfriend.”

This wasn’t the first time Lionel had made a comment like that but usually Carla would bite her tongue and just ignore him. She didn’t like hearing that talk, especially not from someone she once considered a friend but she remained silent for your sake. Unfortunately she had enough of her boss’s snooty remarks and right now she lacked common sense.

“Im gay and I’m dating your sister, you dumb fuck!”

Lionel choked on his soda, the contents almost spilling to the floor as he put his hand over his mouth. A few people in the room stopped pretending to be busy as they turned their heads towards the arguing pair. Everyone in the room felt some satisfaction seeing Carla take him down a notch.

Everyone knew who you were. You didn’t have any programming experience but you would occasionally come over to visit your brother or help him with his finances. You were well liked by his employees because you were the complete opposite of him. Unlike Lionel, you knew how to build a good rapport for yourself. You were easy to get along with because you didn’t care about status. You treated yourself like you were just another person, not the boss’s sister.

He was dumbfounded for a moment, putting his soda cup on some random persons’s desk. “You’re what!?”

“You heard me.” Carla puts down her drink as well and crosses her arms over her chest. It looks like they might fight and plenty of people already have their phones prepared if that ends up being the case. “We’ve been dating ever since middle school and you never noticed. Please don’t tell me that it bothers you that much.” The smug smile on her face showed that she was savoring this victory. Initially you both agreed to keep your relationship a secret because you weren’t sure how your parents would react but now you were on your own and didn’t rely on them for anything. Now seemed like the best time.

Lionel is seething, it’s getting harder for him to keep his cool. Especially after everything Carla had said. “It doesn’t bother me that my sister is gay, it bothers me that her standards are so low!”

He could understand why you wouldn’t tell your parents, both of you were raised in a very strict environment but he felt a little hurt that you never opened up to him about it. Unfortunately he’s been very influence by his parent’s views but your his sister and he would rather take your side than the parents you guys shared. If they couldn’t accept you as their daughter then he wouldn’t accept them as his parents, easy as that.

Lionel turns to look at all the people staring at them as if silently waiting for them continue grilling each other. “And what are you guys staring at!? Get back to work!”

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Getting a call from your brother this early on in the day was unusual. He was at work right now, surely he should be working on games or participating in important business meetings.

Regardless of the sudden call you accept it and put your phone on speaker.

“Hello?”

“How are you doing?”

You don’t need to see his face to know that he’s mad at you although you aren’t sure why. It was normal for you two to get into the occasional argument but you don’t think you’ve done anything to piss him off.

You stop what you’re doing to pick up the phone and start pacing around Carla’s apartment. You’ve stayed so many nights there that you’re starting to forget the layout of your own house. “I’m doing good.” You say with a hint of nervous confusion. You’re a little worried about your brother’s sudden hostile tone towards you.

“And how’s Carla doing?” He asks with that same interrogating tone of voice. You feel like you’re being put on trial. Your stomach drops and you feel that sliver of anxiety crawl down your spine.

“Why would I know how your employee is doing? Is this a trick question?” You retort, playing dumb as you slip on one of her hoodies that’s lying around.

“Well I think you know her better than I do considering the fact you’re at her apartment right now!” He raises his voice and you lean away from the loud sound coming from the phone. “If you’re going to try to be sneaky at least turn off your gps.” He lets out an exasperated sigh as he leans back in his chair.

You put a hand on your forehead, already feeling a headache coming on. You were scared of something like this happening. You never told him because you didn’t want to have to choose between your brother or your girlfriend. You didn’t want to have to make a choice, you wanted them both to be in your life. And that includes Lionel, even if he was sort of a pain.

“Are you mad?” You anxiously pace around the apartment. You knew you would have to tell him eventually as Carla was the one you planned to spend the rest of your life with but you didn’t want it to be like this.

There’s only silence on both ends as if he’s actually taking your question into account. “No, I’m not. I just-Why didn’t you tell me? I’m not thrilled about the fact that you’re dating Carla of all people but I’m not going to hate you for it.”

This was a rare moment where Lionel was actually having a heart to heart conversation with someone. There’s no shouting coming from him. Even if he is insensitive and a little ignorant you can tell that he cares and a part of you feels bad that you haven’t told him sooner. Your brother confided in you about almost everything but you kept so many secrets from him.

“I just wasn’t sure how you would react.” You fumble with the drawstrings of Carla’s hoodie. It’s all you could muster as you stopped pacing and just stood there. Lionel can’t really blame you for feeling that way as he isn’t really sure how to react with the sudden news either.

“I want to talk about this in person, come see me tomorrow.” It’s very sudden and it’s oddly mature of him but it’s better than him throwing insults and accusations. He actually seems like he wasn’t to talk to you about this in a collected way. “I’ll see you then, I guess.”

He hangs up and you stand in silence for a moment as you process that conversation you just had with him.

This seems like it can be a turning point for Lionel.

#the hex #the hex game #the hex game x reader #Carla dosa x reader #There might be some grammar and spelling mistakes #I’m eepy but I still wanted to write it

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jmesther · 4 months ago

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Ok where do start?

“Zuko and Katara understood each other, communicated honestly and openly, and respected their wants/needs” Not exactly in fact they were both kind of confused about each other perfect example the southern Raiders Zuko did not understand what was with Katara so is he seeks out the answer. Finds out decided that she needed revenge. Because he thought that’s what she wanted/needed. (I don’t blame him because he didn’t know Katara very well) Aang on the other hand knew that if Katara were to kill Yon ra she would feel bad afterwards because what she NEEDS not want is closure. And that is exactly what Aang advised her. “don’t try and stop us.” I wasn’t planning to.” ”This is a journey you need to take. You need to face this man.” Aang understood her needs better than Zuko did. I mean, the man said himself. “You were right about what Katara needed, violence wasn’t the answer” We see Zuko being a great friend to Katara trying to understand Katara and eventually succeeds by the help of Aang because Aang already understands Katara. And you’ve probably heard this before, but I’ll say it again. They both survived genocides.

A perfect example of Katara not understanding zuko is crossroads of destiny “I used to think this scar marked me. The mark of the banished prince curse to chase the Avatar forever, lately I realize I’m free to determine my destiny even if I’ll never be free of my mark.“ he definitely meant that in a way of speaking of what his father did and told him to do. Katara of course completely oblivious kindly offers to heal it for him and touches it which could very well be her simply examining his scar but believe you wanna believe. Did they both lose their mothers yes Zuko was very kind to offer that comforting. But if you want to use a comics, go ahead and use the comics Zuko got her mother back. Guess who didn’t got their mother back?

I think in episode Bato of the southern water tribe was the first time Aang saw animal pelts because (again you want to use the comics fine) in the tale of Sokka the avatar (takes place in season two) Sokka and Aang go to a animal pelts cart Aang is undisturbed and puts one on and says “Hey, Sokka, what do you think? Now we both have ponytails.” THEN LATER the cart keeps informs Sokka that it is fake Animal skins and that “I’m a strict vegetarian, and I love animals.” And Aang is like “Hey! Me too!”. Yeah Katara could have very decorated Kya’s and her room with this.

In the cookbook of avatar the last airbender Aang is shown to cook for his wife and honestly I really don’t see the problem here my dad is in a keto diet and I have to bake for him and the rest of family now keto is a strict diet being vegetarian just means no meat. That doesn’t mean no eggs or any of that stuff that’s vegan. Aang is vegetarian I don’t see why Katara would have any problems. And what he makes sounds genuinely good to me. He definitely doesn’t treat her like a housewife.

She impacted the world with those few things you listed as far as concerned is the peoples fault they don’t recognize Katara more. She’s definitely known for fighting in the war. Would she have more recognition as the fire lady? No.

You know, I’m sure her and Aang came to the conclusion that Kya should be raised in the SWT culture, Tenzin should be raised in Air nomad culture, Bumi should be raised in a well rounded household. Did they argue? Honestly over that? Hell no, but let’s go with this one: Probably who doesn’t. But would it be to the point where I would call it fighting? No. I’ve seen my parents fight. I know what it looks like. Trust me. It’s like a daily event. With threats of divorce that are said seriously yet we always come back together some how sometimes I’m genuinely confused on how we fixed that. I should probably get therapy, but yeah, they would not be fighting over culture.

Could’ve Zuko been a better father figure than Aang. Yea what’s your point? Aang’s duty is to the world as the avatar he had one more problem to solve. Raise the Airbenders. He shouldn’t have neglected his other children. But spending more time with Tenzin is what I expect from him. He told him all he knew about the culture. Isn’t that what Katara accepted? She knew that was exactly what she was going deal with when she married Aang.

But when she married the avatar she also married an air nomad she could go wherever she wanted to go with him every now and then. I agree with you Katara is passionate and is the type of person that does whatever she likes. Post-war she stay with Aang and her friends and didn’t went home until The north and south comic when Aang was away briefly then came back in part two. When Aang died she came back to her old home. Think about it Katara has two places she calls home anywhere with Aang, and the SWT.

What is it with she has to forfeit her culture? She doesn’t have to forfeit anything. Aang would never do that to her. Do you like using comic, Aang was very respectful to her culture while in north and south. Why y’all acting like you’ve seen him do this to her in canon?

Aang and Katara UNDERSTOOD EACH OTHER, COMMUNICATED HONESTLY AND OPENLY, AND RESPECTED EACH OTHER’S WANTS/NEEDS.

God you’re so delusional. I got more and more angry 😅

KaTaang vs. Zutara: on the basis of Cultural Imbalance.

Despite how much the ATLA showrunners do mental gymnastics to tell us Katara was totally fine being with the Avatar without taking a second to wonder how that would affect her personal wants/needs, it’s still apparent that the relationship had a cultural imbalance.

Everything about the narrative post-ATLA implies that Katara at some point had to set aside her dying Southern WaterTribe customs and focus on Aang’s practically extinct customs. Just as an example, see Katara’s behavior in The Rift comic, compared to Toph’s, when it comes to following traditions unquestionably. She supported Aang’s traditions and customs without even understanding where they were coming from, or wondering if they were outdated or went against things she believed in.

Also, to put things more in perspective about a woman of the SWT being with a young monk from the Air Temples…

Imagine, for a moment, that you were from a meat-eating culture and starting a relationship with someone whose not only a strict vegetarian… but someone who has a strong, deeply-rooted religious set of principles on how they see living creatures, conflict, and the universe in general– not to mention, the only person in the world left behind to preserve and pass on this ancient way of life.

Yeah.

No way could Katara ever eat meat, or wear furs, or hang pelts in their house.

If anything, she would have her own separate SWT room to honor those things in her own private time. If she’s lucky, she would share these things with Kya and Bumi but definitely not Tenzin. Aang would not want his next of kin around anything that would taint the air-benders’ way of life. (It’s implied in Legend of Korra that Tenzin’s cultural upbringing was strictly air-nomad, too.)

Let’s not deny it; Katara was proud of her SWT heritage – we see her passionately demonstrating so in episodes like “Imprisoned,” “Bato of the Southern Water Tribe,” and “The Puppetmaster” – and there’s no convincing me that the Katara we saw in ATLA wouldn’t have fought hard to play an active part of the SWT cultural reconstruction, keeping those traditions alive not just in her homeland but in her own everyday life. I have a hard time believing that Katara and Aang didn’t fight at least once about this.

And you better believe that things got worse when they started having kids.

By then, Katara would be trapped in a relationship with the Avatar and the Last Airbender, internally dealing with the auto-forfeiture of her culture.

Furthermore, exploring the concept of parenting, Aang didn’t grow up with parents. He didn’t “get” the concept of co-parenting between a mom and dad. He didn’t really stay at the temples long enough to understand discipline - Gyatso seemed to go pretty easy on him on that regard. All Aang knew was mentorship from the monks, learning to deal with community and conflict in a peaceful, non-consequential way. Aang ran away at the age where he should have started learning about accountability and responsibilities… but he won the arrested-developmental lottery when he met Katara.

Katara was always vouching for Aang’s decisions, defending his behaviors, protecting his child-like innocence. Aang was comforted in this notion that Katara would always be there, at his side, with everything. She would always be there to physically and emotionally “pick up after him”. Katara groomed Aang to focus only on his duty as the Avatar and whatever he personally wanted/needed, setting aside her own needs and keeping any possible opposing opinions to herself. (This is grossly apparent with their behavior in the post-ATLA comics.).

This is the kind of behavior that validates why Katara’s character in Legend of Korra is placed in the sidelines, all of a sudden… only seen as the Avatar’s wife and mother to the Avatar’s children. She doesn’t carry an identity enough in the narrative to be praised by any of her accomplishments other than what she did for the Avatar.

(Yeah, Katara was a healer, and she did outlaw blood-bending… but did that really do anything? She wasn’t able to heal Korra either time she attempted to do so, and blood-bending was running rampant despite the outlaw. Plus, this is just a fraction of what Katara’s passion in the original show could’ve shown us. Our girl could’ve moved mountains for the new world, had her narrative been able to carry its own weight outside of the Avatar’s narrative.)

Compare all of that to Zuko, who understood fatherhood and learned about the qualities of kind, loving father thanks to his time with Uncle Iroh. He learned about the qualities of a healthy, supportive relationship based on partnership and honesty… because let’s be real: Zuko spent enough time with Sokka/Suki to know that was not the kind of relationship he had with Mai.

Zuko and Katara understood each other, communicated honestly and openly, and respected their wants/needs without forcing any ideas or principles on them. Zuko learned to respect and appreciate the SWT culture because of what his people did trying to conquer it… and I strongly believe he would help bring that nation back to fruition.

And, Katara and Zuko both come from meat-eating cultures.

Of course, Aang would feel hurt and bitter about Katara choosing Zuko at the end of the story… but I still imaging Aang growing out of that attachment, finally seeing what Katara wants and needs. He would support that relationship of his two best friends. The most selfless people he ever met. His mom, and his dad.

#atla #zutara #kataang #zuko #aang #katara #I tried to not take the bait #also I don’t know how to block a tag

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my lovliness hello hello!! good morning afternoon or evening!! i hope you’ve eaten so make sure you eat and drink water!! AND LMK HOW THOSE TACO JARS WENT IF YOUVE TRIED IT YET <33333333333333333333for some reason i’m deciding to STAY ANONYMOUS!! (ness knows my account now)(to whoever is reading this we texted for like a good hour and it was the best hour of my life)(and for the record we yap A LOT BUT I LOVE IT) OR IF YOU DONT WANT ME TO THATS OK! i just feel like being called mango ANON and not being ANON is trippy but you can call me by my name if you’d like or mango anon is okay too!! either is okay whatever you want ness ill do for you whatever you need ILL BEND OVER BACKWARDS FOR YOU!! and today i had my moms pho which is really good then i went on a walk with my friend(half walk half bus) and got some ice cream !! cinnamon because i thought of you and your cinnamon almond butter <33333

your job honestly sounds so fun like YOU GET TO ACTUALLY BUILD THE FRAMES?? like it’s so mundane for me because i’m here folding clothes constantly like the only thing i do is FOLD CLOTHES AND PICK UP CLOTHES OFF THE GROUND(also i’m not saying your job sounds easy but i would love the change of pace because im so so sick of clothing retail!!!)(i wanna build frames with ness!!!) i’m sorry work wasn’t that good but i’m glad it went by fast! personally i like opening more then closing because closing is when disaster strikes! when i open i can at least leave before it gets super super busy but when i close i swear surviving the shift is an optional choice at that point! ALSO THE OLD MAN SAYING LOCKED IN?? you know his grandchildren got him on that slang but that’s so funny LOL i hope he was chill and i’m glad he was nice to you and he understood! i totally get being so locked in you get literal tunnel vision and your only focus is doing whatever task you have because when im like organizing the clothes by like their type???(short sleeve, long sleeve, sweater???) i get LOCKED IN LIKE MY FOCUS IS ON POINT! like i just need these clothes on hangers asap at that point!

ALSO PLS DROPPING YOUR CONTAINER IN A SILENT LIBRARY?? if i was there with you i would’ve intentionally coughed really loudly as a distraction(we can take the L moments together)

AND LITERALLY LIKE??? you’re telling me this women silently cleared out her office somehow without anyone seeing like?? she probably was giggling on the way to her car and sat in the drivers seat, whipped out her phone and typed a goodbye message and drove away with a smile like I KNOW DAMN WELL THATS WHAT SHE DID BECAUSE SHE DIDNT EVEN GIVE US A NOTICE?? like the last store manager we had gave us a months notice right BUT NO THIS ONE JUST LEFT?? like she did not care whatsoever and that’s so funny, i kinda miss her but she was also not my favourite!! but she was tolerable and i hope the next store manager isn’t mean or strict(but i might leave before she gets replaced so i don’t know!)

OMG i haven’t read binary stars yet because i’ve been so busy with work but ik I’ll like it so don’t worry! plus it’s your first ever smau so don’t even worry i’m sure it’s not as bad as you think <33333333333 and i swear i think the oikawa smau curse is real because i remember eggy talking about syrup and oikawa and ITS SO FUNNY like i can definitely see why it’s kind of hard to write him??? because to me he seems more like bestie unserious character LOL but cold kisses was so so so good i can’t stop talking about i will never stop talking about it LOVE NOTES TOO AND AHHH NEW GROUNDS NEW GROUNDS WAS SO AHHH (i just love all your writing) and also im sure the person meant it in a lighthearted way so don’t worry!! AND OMG REGINA GEORGE KIN MAN LIVES THROUGH THAT SMAU?? ALSO IM SORRY FOR BRINGING UP BINARY STARS I DIDNT KNOW YOU FELT THAT WAY </3 but i think it’s good keeping it up so that you and others can see how much your writing has improved! it was definitely a good learning experience and there’s no need to be ashamed of it, think of the pancake theory! the first one is always ugly(NOT CALLING YOUR SMAU UGLY BUT YOU GET WHAT I MEAN RIGHT)but once you get the gang of it, they all become perfect little pancakes <33333333333333333 AND PLEASE LITERALLY ILL SEND YOU MY MANAGERS EMAIL AND WE’LL SPAM HIM WITH LOVE NOTES MASTERLIST URL!! every man should be like suna in my opinion like i think the world would real if men were like suna rintarou

AND YOUR COWORKERS WAGE GOING DOWN??? that’s actually so crazy oh my god and so sketchy like THE CORAL THING I CANT GET OVER TOO LIKE THATS CRAZY??? also i 100% get complaining about your workplace because the little like young adult(no longer teens </3) group has a side gc where we literally talk about our managers SO much and oh my god so(dropping work drama lore) there’s this one coworker i have and im gonna call her jen for this story(so it doesn’t get confusing) and this other coworker and ill call her amira right okay so jen is in college right now for something i don’t know and she was sending some questions to the work group chat for help (okay this gonna be confusing but there’s two group chats! there’s one with the managers and one without the managers, the one without the managers is used for fun basically) and anyways she was asking for help right and i was helping her along with like 3 other of our coworkers right? but for some reason amira got soooooo mad about this she started deleting my messages and my coworkers messages (the ones that was helping jen) and we were like wtf is going on??? and then jen is like “@amira why are you deleting these messages” then amira goes off about how like this gc was for work related stuff and yap yap yap(WHICH IS WEIRD BECAUSE??? ITS THE ONE WITHOUT MANAGERS RIGHT AND THEY’VE TALKED ABOUT RANDOM THINGS BEFORE) anyways it was crazy and jen and her started like going back and forth and it was so messy because amira kept deleting her messages(btw she’s the admin of the gc because seniority or something idk but OMG she’s admin along with this other girl right) so the other admin told amira to chill and yk what amira did?? SHE REMOVED THE OTHER ADMIN FROM THE GC AND IT WAS SO CRAZY!!! and the young adult gc(sorry there’s so many gcs i hope this isn’t confusing) we were ALL FREAKING OUT LIKE WHATS HAPPENING?? and they were GOING AT IT!! and i guess the managers got involved because the next day there was a text sent in the manager gc and the managers were just like “make sure to respect each other yap yap yap” and omg it was actually so so so crazy SUCH A TIME!!

IF WE DID TECH TOGETHER NESS ID FEAR WE’D BE TO POWERFUL!! like we would not need anyone else JUST US!! WE WOULD WIN AWARDS AND DEFINITELY NOT AS MUCH TRAUMA BECAUSE WE WOULDNT GET YELLED AT!! (i remember getting yelled at sooooo many times in my tech days)(good old days!!!) ALSO EYELINER TATTOOS ARE SO SO SO SCARY SO SCARY because it’s so close to your eye and the skin there is more thin and sensitive(?) i think??? but the fact that she has to live with it like it won’t come off IS SO SCARY!! I TOTALLY GET IT TOO LIKE ID BE SCARED </3 i have the same feeling about people with tattooed eyebrows (FOR THE RECORD!! i don’t think tattooed eyebrows are ugly and i think that beauty definitely comes from within and your physical appearance doesn’t matter!! everyone is beautiful but this is just my opinion)(i’m NOT saying it’s ugly im just saying that it definitely catches me off guard sometimes) AND LIKE YOU HAVE TO GET THEM RETOUCHED TOO AND AHHH the idea of having a needle that close to my eye makes me scared like even putting on my contacts scare me sometimes LOL also yes i’m familiar with sections and i do remember you briefly talking about rotations! (BUT DW ABOUT REPEATING STUFF BECAUSE I DEFINITELY DO TOO) IM NOT TOO SURE WHAT THE DIFFERENCE IS THOUGH? and what’s with managers being so MEAN AND WEIRD?? like they expect us to be able to complete and do 20 different things at a time??? we are no octopus!! AND HER SAYING the “have another server for once” IS WHAT?? i officially hate her too now like whoever ness hates i hate because that’s CRAZY behaviour like insane INSANITY!!

ALSO I STILL CANT GET OVER YOU SAVING YOUR DAY FOR ME LIKE FOR ME???? IM SO HHHHHH IM GONNA BECOME SAPPY AGAIN that’s literally the sweetest thing ever ever ever like ness you’re the love of MY LIFE like my life is yours whatever you want is yours WHATEVER YOU NEED JUST SAY THE WORD AND ILL GIVE IT TO YOU!!!

ALSO YOUR SISTERS BF IS SO FUNNY WITH THE BASKET THING HAHAH BUT LITERALLY i hate the concept of having to pay for a bag BUT LIKE IM JUST A WORKER??? LIKE I DONT WANNA LOSE MY JOB OVER A 50 CENT BAG YOU KNOW??? like please take it up to headquarters or something like DONT BE YELLING ABOUT ME OVER A DAMN BAG OF ALL THINGS!! and the area i work there’s like a whole plaza of stores right and EVERY SINGLE STORE HAS BAGS YOU NEED TO PAY FOR!! EVERY SINGLE ONE!! i literally had a customer be like “wow the other stores i go to don’t make me pay for a bag” LIKE OK?? THEN GO THERE! LIKE IDK WHY THEYRE ACTING LIKE I CAN DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT IF THEY COMPLAIN ENOUGH

YES PLS SHIP ME THE ALMOND BUTTER WITH YOU <33333333333333 it’ll be like those videos “shipping myself in a box across the world!! not clickbait” BUT REAL! (i fear that i might’ve believed those sometimes…)(ONLY SOMETIMES) you can ship yourself here as an early birthday gift for me it would be the best gift ever ever ever!!

YES FAIRY TAIL WAS SUCH AN ERA!! such a long anime like idk how i did it tbh like i haven’t even caught up on one piece and i fear i never will… but haikyuu? i will watch haikyuu MULTIPLE TIMES!! AND DW YOU WERENT DRAMATIC BUT I DID GENUINELY FEEL BAD THAT YOU FELT BAD </33333 your reasoning was 100% valid and I APPRECIATE YOUR HONESTY !! you’re such a pure genuine sweet person ever like ever ever i love you so be try much and PLS DM ME WHENEVER !!! i love hearing from you EVEN IF ITS RANDOM SILLY THINGS!! IM GLAD YOU LIKE THE BURNER i wanted to make it all nice and pretty for you <33333333333 ALSO i was looking for profile pictures right and originally it was gonna be one of osamu AND I SAW YOUR PFP!! THE SUNA WITH THE OSAMU ONE!! i was gonna make it my pfp but then i was like omg what if she thinks i’m weird and obsessed with her (i am obsessed with you)(you are the love of my life) BUT I LITERALLY SAW IT AND I WAS LIKE OMG!! NESS!! NESS’ SUNA!!! AND OMG NESS AND MANGO ANON MEETUP?? ROOMMATE SMAU MOMENT??? (i need to stop pressing the caps button like CALM DOWN CALM DOWNNNN)

also side note IM SO SORRY THIS IS SO LATE?? i keep falling asleep like i finished work at 3 right and then i was like i’m gonna take an hour nap…. I WAKE UP AND ITS 7:30??? MANGO ANON THAT IS NOT 1 HOUR???? to be fair i only slept like 2 hours last night it was terrible IDK WHY I COULDNT SLEEP </3 but im hopefully gonna sleep early tonight because school is coming up and i need as much sleep as i can get!

YES NESS i protected you from day 1 like literal guardian angel i will always be your guardian angel THATS SO CRAZY HOW I REMEMBERED THAT THOUGH BECAUSE I WAS LAYING AWAKE RIGHT and i was like HOLD ON!! i had a whole flashback moment then i was like… omg… that was ness like that was ness’ blog??? it had to have been??? AND IT WAS!! i’ll always protect you from any hate(but i don’t get how you can get hate like you’re the sweetest person ever)(whoever sends hate is genuinely like crazy because you’re so so so sweet like so sweet)

RANDOM INTERMISSION TO DRINK WATER! i just drank my whole water because i guess i woke up super super thirsty LOL like im that one tiktok audio that’s like GULP GULP GULP thank you!! you saved me (sorry that’s like a terrible terrible replay of that audio) and omg the heavy body axe deodorant smell like i remember walking down the halls in high school and getting a huge WHIFF OF THAT (terrible terrible times)

ALSO MY NIGHTMARE ABOUT THE MOTHERBOARD LIKE i swear that was the scariest dream i’ve had but only because of the fact that MY DIRECTOR DIDNT YELL AT ME(in my dream… i guess i was subconsciously scared of him so i made a dream where he was nice LMAO) but i was WAITING for him to yell at me like call me a dj with the way i was free balling it (top 3 scariest nightmare i tell you) AND AWWWW i know your ask was yesterday so you saw your children today and id love to hear about it!!(no pressure to answer today because THIS IS SO LATE IM SO SORRY) and tech nightmares need to be like analyzed in a lab or something because im sure if i like sit down and think about it i can think about like the other tech nightmares i’ve had LOL

NEXT TIME YOU GO BACK TO YOUR STAGE MANAGER DUTIES ILL BE THERE IN SPIRIT!! doing my job and STEPPING UP to coparent AND be your sounds person like it’ll be the time of our lives like we’ll literally make the groundbreaking cast ever better

NESS LOL REGRETTING YOUR CRUSHES(or like people you were attracted to) IS SO REAL BECAUSE ME TOO! like i look back on the people i used to like and im like erm….. mango anon what were you thinking…but omg i haven’t read this yet so this is my raw reaction written out NO CUTS NO EDITS!! but AWWWWW the fact that he checked up on you?? that’s actually sweet(mango anon please don’t bite your words) also that’s so cute he stuck by you STOP IT me reading this like it’s a smau rn (IM JOKING LMAOOO)(or am i..) also side note i hope you’re in a better place now and i totally get it because in year 8 and in year 11 i had like terrible terrible burnout where i was skipping school and it was terrible terrible LOL BUT BACK TO YOUR STORY! AND YOU CAN 100% TELL ME IN DMS (only if you want to)(IF ITS BAD MEMORIES PLEASE DONT WORRY ABOUT IT!!)(i don’t wanna bring up something bad like but ill always listen if you do wanna talk about it like there’s never tmi with me !!) and OH MY JAW DROPPED WHEN I READ THE DRUGS PART I i did not expect that like the “i stopped doing drugs for you!” okay wattpad skater boy like and HIM GHOSTING YOU AND GOING BACK INTO DRUGS LIKE???? weirdo weirdo alert okay skater boy im coming for you like THAT SWITCH UP IS CRAZY? going from being all cutesy and loving to him just dipping like okay?? good on you for dipping too because HE DOESNT DESERVE U!! you’re so good for him anyways YOU ALWAYS WERE wherever you are skater boy… i hope ur sneezing rn because im cursing you right now and UGH HIM BACK IN UR TECH CLASS? like i would’ve very cutely thrown the whole sound motherboard at him!! also i hope your adoptive seniors protected you because i would’ve!! AND I WISH I DID DO TECH WITH YOU LIKE GENUINELY </3333 because we are literally peas in a pod like we’d be so powerful and on the same wavelength like we’d be able to communicate through our eyes without saying anything THATS how powerful we’d be AND HIM TALKING TO YOU LIKE NOTHING HAPPENED?? ness give me his name that’s all i ask for …. AND NOT HIM TEXTING YOU?? also you ignoring the red flags is so real like ill turn a blind eye to that because ness can never do anything wrong… wdym ness texted back? no she didn’t? she’s just being a girl!! (ness can do NO wrong) and you feeling bad is so real like i used to be SUCH a people pleaser(i think i still am but not that much) and id literally bend over backwards for some rando it was so bad LOL like i was that kid that would give you homework without even saying anything like “can i see your homework?” “okay sure” like KWIDJWJDJ don’t be like me never never

NESS OH MY GOD I BURSTED OUT LAUGHING LIKE “me: oh.”

NESS PLEASE??? AND I CAN LITERALLY JUST IMAGINE YOU STARING AT YOUR PHONE AS HE KEPT YAPPING AND YAPPING OH MY GOD??? and it totally sounds like bs or like some sort of wattpad plot like “i’m too dangerous for you….. i like you so i’m gonna distant myself and get over my feeling but then come right back to you” and the random gifts?? like i get to him that it may be sweet but like IDK I GET HOW WEIRD IT IS LIKE IT SEEMS WEIRD YEAH AND LIKE it definitely sounded like toxicity mixed with communication and commitment issues so GOOD FOR YOU FOR NOT GOING THROUGH WITH IT!! it probably saved you a lot down the road and YES SUNA IS NOT LIKE THAT AND NEVER WILL BE!! suna would treat you the way he treats lovenotes yn(which is technically you)(i know yn is your name but idk why i always read yn and YN like i’ve never been like “mango anon” instead of yn you know?) you will find your irl sunarin(ME) and he will treat you sweet and lovingly(ME TO YOU!!)and make you cute art and send it to you(ME ME ME!!!)

OMG PURPLE HEART MAN TIME!! OH MY GOD THE CONCUSSION WHAT??? i literally was like omg i wonder if this is cute— CONCUSSION?? no that’s crazy like i need that hex on my manager real quick(IM JOKING!… JOKING…..) and OH MY GOD?? him tripping and hitting his head oh my oh my like THATS CRAZY?? AND THE TOXIC LEAK?? theatre is genuinely the most wild thing ever oh my god the way i gasped is CRAZY like the way it was so bad to the point of someone going BLIND?? WHAT!! and him twisting his ankle oh my god ness something had to have been in the air like that actor was hexed for sure like this is some looney tunes injuries right here i feel so bad (wherever he is i hope he’s getting the best luck ever because WHAT) AND HE WENT TO THE ER??? the way you keep adding things and i’m like WHAT???? WHAT??????? AND THE DIE??? oh my god who hexed that poor man like who was jealous he got the lead THATS SO CRAZY LIKE IM SO SHOCKED?? and the purple heart lore is crazy he deserves it after everything he went through like deepest condolences man i hope he’s okay wherever he is like thank you for your service king

AND DONT SAY SORRY ABOUT A LONG YAP !! EVER !!! AND OMG RIGHT SO SUNDAY RIGHT? i had a 2:45-7:30 and sunday was team building day! basically it’s where the company allows the managers to take out the team to go eat or some event idk but we went bowling and it was so fun! so like the “teen group” that i told you about (though we’re all young adults now so it’s sad like WE ALL GROW UP IN MARSHALLS) and we had our own team and it was the first time i ever went bowling so it was such a fun experience! (i did not win a SINGLE game) like it was all fun no seriousness or competitiveness which felt nice like i literally took a 15 pound ball and placed it on the ground and just pushed it LOL like it was so fun! and the work paid for it all and gave us like pizza and stuff SO IT WAS NICE! like it was basically a free hangout and oh my god TODAY at work i got so emotional because one of my coworkers are leaving right and she’s been like a big sister to me and everything :( i remember her training me from like my first time there and i genuinely have so much love for her but she’s moving and leaving our work so we talked and i CRIED LIKE I CRIED AT WORK and she kept hugging me and comforting me and she was like “throughout my time here you were the sweetest person ever like i’m gonna miss you, this workplace is my second home and i know it won’t be the same ever it’s so bittersweet” and like so much so i couldn’t hold back like i just started crying so hard BECAUSE IM EMOTIONAL and like it’s literally my sign to leave too because 2 of the people in my little teen group are also leaving and i know 3 more are planning to leave before the year ends so it’s definitely my time to leave too which ITS SO BITTERSWEET BUT I HAVE TO START THINKING ABOUT ME TOO </3

BUT ofc I’ll update you! IM SORRY THIS WAS LATE AND I HOPE IT WASNT TOO LONG!! also the guy that was yapping while i was working(the one i told you about through dms) he was literally talking about the us politics and im like sir we are not in the us and like in the most respectful way possible IDK WHAT YOURE TALKING ABOUT?? IDK THESE WORDS!! but anyways he was nice overall just A YAPPER anyways I HOPE YOUVE EATEN AND TAKEN CARE OF YOURSELF <33333333 drink tons of water and treat yourself well !! i will send you my bank account information so treat yourself to a sweet treat because you deserve it! I LOVE YOU VERY MUCH SO TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF !! THE MANGO ANON ERA WILL NOT BE OVER SAV SO DONT WORRY! the burner account is just for cute little “i miss you” and “i love you”s and for little stuff like that! or when i’m like super busy and don’t wanna flood her inbox so ill send a little “i’m sorry i’m working but im alive and thinking about you!!” BUT UNTIL NEXT TIME !! I LOVE LOVE LOVE YOU NESS TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF MWUAH MWUAH MWUAH !! xoxoxoxoxo

MANGO ANONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN I'VE MISSED YOU SO MUCH THIS IS WHAT NOT TALKING TO YOU IN INBOX DOES TO ME FOR ONE DAY 😔😔😔😔😔😔 I LOVE DMING YOU BUT I THINK I JUST LOVE THESE ASKS SM! (but ofc as long as i get to talk to you i'm good <3) I HAVE EATEN ALL MY TACO JARS BY THE TIME I AM ANSWERING THIS 😭😭😭 BUT THEY'RE PRETTY GOOD!! i added rice to the last one today and it made it like 10000x better so i will def be making these again 😌 THANK YOU FOR INSPIRING AND MOTIVATING ME TO COOK!!! I HOPE YOU ATE AND ARE DRINKING PLENTY OF WATER <3 AND MAYBE HAVE HAD A SILLY TREAT TODAY!! (sending you all the mango sticky rice in the world rn!!!!) MANGO ANON I WILL LOVE YOU NO MATTER WHAT FORM YOU TAKE (that sound so weird 😭 I JUST MEAN LIKE!! DMS!! ASKS!! ANON!! OFF ANON!!! I DO NOT MIND ANY OF THEM AS LONG AS I HAVE YOU!! <3333 if you don't want ur account shared you're totally good staying anon!! whatever you want to do my love <3) I'M SO GLAD YOUR MOM'S PHO WAS GOOD AND AAA THE CINNAMON ICE CREAM SOUNDS SO GOOD <3

i love cinnamon!!! i used to use SO SO MUCH like everyday and i'm def over that phase now but i still LOVE cinnamon <333 AND THANK YOU FOR REMINDING ME ABOUT PHO AGAIN!! it's still lowkey so hot here but i think it's slowly starting to cool down!! and once it does, I'M GOING TO GO GET PHO!! or maybe hot pot <3 omg i hate the states but actually where i live there's a super good hot pot mango anon!! i want to take you there and pay for your food and just give you everything in the world here's a kiss mwah <3

AND AAA YES LIKE IT'S STRESSFUL?? i always get scared bc i'm like...handling people's art and everything yk...and don't want to mess it up BUT IT DEFINITELY IS FUN!! i tried to work at a clothing retail place before i applied for this job!!! but they didn't want me 😔 AND YEAH IDK OPENING AND CLOSING BOTH HAVE THEIR PROS i think i'm very used to being a closer bc it's what i was all throughout high school since they were the only shifts i worked!! and i opened a lot over the summer at this framer job and i definitely liked how i got to like be productive and work but then got to go out and also enjoy my day!! but for me like all the customers come in and order stuff in the day so i actually definitely prefer closing at this framing job bc no one's gonna come in at 6pm asking to get the stick they found on the ground framed yk <3 (i love it besides when i have to sweep the entire floor!! that makes me want to 🙂🔫) AND YES I THINK THE OLD MAN WAS CHILL!! tbh i don't remember what he needed anymore LMAO I TRIED SO HARD TO REMEMBER JUST NOW BUT IT'S NOT COMING TO ME </3

AND AA YES I TOTALLY GET THE TUNNEL VISION and ig maybe it's a good thing i don't work at a clothing place!! bc tbh i am NOT a good folder and everytime i try to hang clothes on hangers they just fall off!!! so honestly it's super admirable that you're able to do all that bc i can't 😭😭 also i think i'd be offput by touching clothes sometimes or like certain fabrics bc i'm a very big sensory person and a little germaphobic (SAKUSA KIYOOMI WHERE ARE YOU!!!!!) </3 I HOPE THAT'S OKAY TO SAY!! IT JUST MAKES ME APPRECIAT THE WORKERS WHO DO THAT ALL THE MORE BC I COULD NEVER YOU'RE SO SO COOL!!

thank you for taking l moments with me mango anon </33 you are truly my guardian angel!!! i love u here's another kiss mwah <3

AAA I HOPE YOUR NEXT STORE MANAGER IS BETTER TOO!! OR THAT YOU'RE ABLE TO LEAVE (and find a better job??) if you decide to do that as well!! and FRFR 😭😭 what was going through your ex store manager's head?? like "oh let me just not tell anyone i'm quitting!! bye 🤠"

AHHHH THE PANCAKE THEORY YOU ARE SO SO RIGHT AND SWEET <3 I GET WHAT YOU MEAN AND DON'T WORRY AT ALL!! OFC IT'S OKAY TO BRING UP BINARY STARS <3 just know i'm not proud of it yk 😭😭😭 but aa yes i think it just has to do with how much of a character he is if that makes sense!! like even furudate's been like "i HATE drawing oikawa bc he's just so pretty so he takes so much time to draw!!" so in the same way yk like that's why he's a side character bc furudate would've died if he had to draw oikawa more </3 like oikawa's sort of just built to be a side character in a way?? (AT LEAST FOR SMUAS IDK) which is OKAY!! like i am with him!! but he just has so much personality i guess??? that he does well/better as a side character than the main character (i care SO much about oikawa i think mitch is the only one i've explained this to but i kin him a lot and he deserves so so much love like he does not ever deserve to be second place to everyone and yap yap yap you can see how much he means to me so like it pains me to even talk about him this way because he deserves all the love in the world but it's also just who he is and that's okay!! i am with him and i love him all the more for being a side character <3 as you can tell oikawa is a very special character to me <3) AND YOU ARE SO RIGHT!!! every irl man should be like suna rintarou 😔 the world would be a better place if men could be like him!!!

THE CRAZY WORK LORE STORY??? WHAT WAS AMIRA ON 😭 and why was she deleting YOUR messages of all people?? like u were helping jen right??? and even then like especially if this is the silly gc or whatever!! no matter what!! she did not explain her actions at all so that's crazy!! and then they kept fighting THE WAY MY JAW DROPPED WHEN YOU TALKED ABOUT THE OTHER ADMIN LIKE GETTING KICKED OUT and your managers sending the text about being respectful the day after 😭😭😭 they were NOT slick with that like...u all knew why they texted that LMAO

MANGO ANON....my tech director asked me to come to the school today bc they were meeting with the other director today...and omg i just can't believe this is all starting soon....i'm so stressed I NEED U HERE MANGO ANON 😭😭😭 YOU WILL BE MY SHOULDER TO CRY ON (WHICH IS GOING TO BE LIKE EVERYDAY) /HJ i'm just so so scared AND TELL ME WHY I WALKED IN AND THIS KID (ummm don't know if i've messaged him before he's like a weird one and he's got a big superiority complex and thinks he knows everything and is weirdly attached to me, took a video where he zoomed in on my senior picture...etc...) HAD LITERALLY PUT HIMSELF IN A FLY SYSTEM HE MADE. LIKE WE ARE NOT ALLOWED TO HAVE FLY SYSTEMS. BUT BRO WAS IN A HARNESS LITERALLY LOWERING HIMSELF DOWN FROM THE CATWALKS. AND SOME BOY AT THE BOTTOM WAS HIS COUNTERWEIGHT. THAT IS NOT???????"???? oh my god i don't want to talk about it I AM SO TIRED 😭 yes i missed theatre but!!!! omg i did not miss the stress now that it's fr all starting up now!! but i will think about you being here in spirit with me and that will give me the strength to keep going 😌

AND YES IK LIKE THE SCARY NEEDLE SO CLOSE TO YOUR EYES??? I COULD NEVER!! my mom has tattooed eyebrows and fake eyelashes so 😃😃😃 idk i think it might be like an asian mom thing bc (i'm mixed) my mom's always like "ugh!! you should be so glad u got ur father's long luxurious beautiful eyelashes bc i have NONE" and yap yap yap and idk it's super weird!! she just got the fake eyelashes in april and i'm still not used to them and i lowkey don't like them.....................

(i don't want to talk about it)

SORRY I HOPE THIS ASK DOESN'T SOUND SUPER???? DOWN OR ANYTHING IDK i think i'm just tired and i feel like i have a lot going on rn (NOT TO START VENTING OR ANYTHING BUT JUST TO PROVIDE LIKE CONTEXT) so i'm so sorry if anything in this ask sounds off or out of place </33 things are just spilling out of my brain aaa i'm sorry!!!

AND THANK YOU FOR SUPPORTING MY HATE FOR MY RESTAURAUNT MANAGER BC SHE IS SO MEAN 😔😔😔 ONCE AGAIN SHE MADE ME RUN OUT OF THE PLACE AND CRY ON THE SIDE OF A RESTAURAUNT ACROSS THE ROAD ONCE </33 and you are so right!!!! we are no octopuses or machines 😔😔 we are just girls!! trying to live our silly little lives and make a little money to fund our silly little activities <33 🌸

AND AA YES I DO SAVE ALL OF MY DAYS FOR YOU!! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH MANGO ANON <3 I LOVE TALKING TO YOU I FEEL SO HAPPY AND COMFORTABLE TALKING TO YOU SO I LOVE TO HEAR YOUR REACTIONS AND ABOUT YOUR OWN DAYS! (to completely contrast my little apology for feeling like some of my paragraphs/sentences here sound a little down, talking to you genuinely makes me feel so much happier and better so thank you so much for the literal effect you have on me <3 i love you mango anon!!!)

YOU'RE SO REAL FOR THE BAG THING!! like all the stores here do it and idk i guess i just an genuinely not wrap my head around these karen-esque people??? like please?? it's a law being enforced by governments??? what am i, a silly little employee, supposed to do about the 50 cents ur paying for a bag!!! and so what if another store isn't making you pay for the bag!! like u said, THEN GO THERE INSTEAD!!

MANGO ANON. NO PRESSURE BUT UM MAYBE YOU SHOULD UM 👉👈👉👈 TOTALLY MATCH PFPS WITH ME!! PLEASE BE THE OSAMU TO MY SUNA!! I WOULD CRY HAPPY TEARS!!! MANGO ANON I LOVE YOU SO MUCH YOU COULD NEVER DO ANYTHING TO MAKE ME WEIRD OR ANYTHING LIKE THAT IN THE SLIGHTEST!!!!!! PLEASE DO WHATEVER YOU WANT AND I WILL DEFINITELY DM YOU ALL THE TIME IF THAT'S OKAY <33 I THINK YOU'RE THE SWEETEST!! AND LIKE IF I WASN'T PLANNING TO ANSWER THIS ASK TODAY I DEFINITELY WOULD'VE TOLD YOU ABOUT THE KID WITH THE FLY SYSTEM TODAY IN DMS 😭😭😭

AND AA DON'T APOLOGIZE FOR THIS BEING LATE AT ALL!! I'M SORRY YOUR SLEEP WAS SO BAD :(( 2 HOURS IS NOT ENOUGH!! I HOPE YOU'VE BEEN SLEEPING BETTER SINCE THEN THESE PAST FEW DAYS </33

GULP GULP GULP YOU SAVED ME 😭😭😭 THE WAY I'M CRYING LOWKEY I LOVE TIKTOK AUDIOS SO MUCH FOR HOW BRAINROTTED THEY ARE 😭😭😭😭 BUT AA YES INTERMISSION FOR YOU TOO AS YOU'RE READING THIS!! MAKE SURE TO DRINK MORE WATER NOW!!! <3 (you're the sweetest ever <3)(here's your third kiss of the ask!)(mwah <3)

CALL YOU A DJ WITH THE WAY YOU WERE FREEBALLING IT LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 THAT IS SO SO FUNNY MANGO ANON i love how we all collective had such traumatizing directors though!!! (😃) i remember i had a lights kid who our director had made cry once because he was so rude when like- okay let me just give u the full run down

the senior who taught me lights graduated so i'm left in charge, right? so it's the first play of the year after she's graduated, i don't have a great hold on lights yet because i've only ever done ONE show with lights so far, but i'm in charge. it's light focusing day (i literally had to call a friend to stay after school with me and hang all our lights because we hadn't had enough time to do it during like a tech class before this focusing day). WELL we're doing it all in the dark, all the lights are crazy old and IMPOSSIBLE to turn left and right, PLUS half our lights were light on the batons (hoping u know what this is bc i do not have it in my to explain rn i'm so sorry) BUT ANYWAY SO LIKE WE'RE ALL STRETCHED ACROSS A BAR IN THE DARK FIGHTING FOR OUR LIFE TRYING TO FOCUS THESE LIGHTS and this last kid could NOT get his light to move left-right and the director's yelling at him and is upset that he can't do it and i'm like "mr. director do u want me to try" bc no one else can do it and i'm in charge or whatever and he's like "ugh ig 🙄" and eventually i get it focused and everything and then we take a break for lunch and that kid started crying bc he was under so much pressure and stress and was trying his best!! and like it wasn't his fault fr </3 BUT ANYWAY WHERE I'M GOING WITH THIS IS LIKE THAT MEMORY WAS SO TRAUMATIZING THAT KID HAD NIGHTMARES OF NOT BEING ABLE TO GET LIGHTS MOVING AGAIN BUT THEN HE'D JUST DROP THE INSTRUMENT ON OUR DIRECTOR 😭😭 (and this isn't a first time occurrence. i knew another friend who also like had a whole dream where he had prepared how he was gonna talk back to our tech director for all the things he had said to him 😭 we love toxic environments!!!! xxx)

AND I CAN TOTALLY TELL YOU ABOUT LIKE WHAT MADE ME LEAVE SCHOOL AND EVERYTHING!!! we will save that for the dms if u want 😌 bc it is a little deep BUT IT'S SO FUNNY TO EXPLAIN LMAOO SORRY i def cope with humor BUT I LOVED READING YOUR LIVE REACTIONS 😭😭 and thank you for your kind words <33 i hope you're also doing better now!! and i'm always here to listen to you whenever and wherever!!! i wish u could've thrown a soundboard at him!!! he totally would deserve it </3 I WISH WE HAD DONE TECH TOGETHER TOO!!!

I SLAPPED MY HAND OVER MY MOUTH AT THE WATTPAD DIALOGUE OMG 😭😭😭 BUT YOU'RE 100% ACCURATE THAT'S LITERALLY WHAT IT WAS LIKE I'M CRYING 😭😭😭

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH MANGO ANON <33 YOU ARE LITERALLY MY IRL SUNARIN!!! WE NEED TO MEETUP NOW!!!! /SRS /SRS /SRS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! and i totally get it like i NEVER read yn as my own name sometimes i do and then i go "ewwww never again" like i read yn as "yuh na" IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN IT like i think my brain has shortened "your name" so it's just like an abbreviation????? IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN IT BUT I GET IT LMAO 😭😭😭

LMAO PLEASE MANGO ANON IK I WAS THE ONE WHO TALKED ABOUT THE PURPLE HEART MAN FIRST BUT YOU REPEATING BACK THE ENTIRE STORY TO ME REALLY MADE ME GO "oh man that really is a lot." LIKE YEAH THAT SHOW WAS DEFINITELY HEXED OR SOMETHING 😭😭 i remember breaking a bracelet for that show </33 i was on run and props and i had to bring out like a balcony railing and then it snapped the bracelet </33 and then i just ran off bc like what am i gonna do?? fall to my knees and start picking up the beads?? NO I HAVE NEVER SEEN THAT BRACELET IN MY LIFE!! IT WASN'T ME!!

AND AA OH NO :((( I STARTED OUT READING YOUR PARAGRAPH ABOUT THE TEAM BUILDING DAY LIKE :DDD yay bowling!! yay free hangout!! pizza!!! it was all fun!! no competition!!! and then you started talking about your coworker that was leaving and i went :((( like i switched tabs back to where i'm writing all this and my face was literally ☹☹☹☹ BUT your coworker was right!! i know you're literally the sweetest ever!!! and i'm so sad she's leaving but it's so sweet how long you guys have been together and how she trained you and everything!! and ik we already talked a little bit about what you may decide to do for work and once again i will support you no matter what!!

UNTIL NEXT TIME MANGO ANON!!! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH I'M SO HAPPY I GOT TO REPLY TO YOU TODAY!! I HOPE THAT YOU ARE DOING WELL!! AND EAT GOOD FOOD AND DRINK LOTS OF WATER!! I'M ACTUALLY SENDING YOU MY BANK ACCOUNT INFORMATION SO THAT YOU CAN BUY YOURSELF SOMETHING!!! <33333 I LOVE YOU SO SO MUCH MWAH MWAH MWAH XOXOOXOXO <3333!!!!!!!!!!

#answers <3 #mango anon <3

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natashaismylove · 3 years ago

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G!p ceo nat and innocent secretary reader,

Reader is having a huge crush with her boss little did she knows her boss wants her too.

Is that a good explanation?

A/N: only when I started to edit this did I realize the 'innocent' part, oops...

Daydreaming |N. Romanoff

Summary: y/n has a thing for her boss and to her surprise, Ms. Romanoff definitely has a thing for her as well.

Pairing: g!p CEO!nat x fem secretary!reader

Warnings: smut, g!p Natasha(she has a penis), unprotected sex, dirty talk, praise, mocking, overstimulation, orgasm control, hair pulling, spanking, size kink, sort of oral?(Nat receiving), exhibition kink, pet names(baby, bunny).

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I watched as the elevator dinged and my boss stepped out, walking towards me in her suit. I quickly fixed my posture and smiled as she stopped in front of my desk, leaning onto it.

“Anything scheduled for me today?”

I nodded and clicked on her schedule on my computer. “Meeting with Ms. Potts from Stark industries at 10 and a lunch meeting with Mr. Ruiz and his associates at 12.”

She hummed. “Great. I’ll be in my office.”

She walked through the door and I watched as she sat down on her desk. I sighed a little and looked back down at my computer. Catching feelings for your boss is always a horrible idea, I just happen to end up with a lot of horrible ideas.

When I was first hired I had heard a lot of rumours about Ms. Romanoff. How she was incredibly strict with her workers, minimal interaction and when there happened to be some it was always uncomfortable for the subordinates. I had heard all her previous secretaries had quit due to being overworked and Ms. Romanoff’s rude comments.

If someone didn't look professional enough, even have a hair out of place they would be called out by her. Everything was to work efficiently and at a fast pace, mistakes weren’t tolerated. Talk back to her and you could say goodbye to your job.

I knew all of this and still chose to interview for the job. I needed the money and the experience if I ever wanted to get a higher rank so I took my chances. She wasn’t as bad as everyone had made her out to be and I quickly took a liking to her. Of course she was strict like everyone had said but who wouldn't want to be bossed around by her?

I snapped out of my thoughts as I heard her voice and looked up to find Ms. Romanoff looking at me expectantly. I quickly got up and entered her office. “Yes?”

“Close the door.” I did as she said before watching her as she sighed. “Is that what I’m paying you for? Daydreaming?”

I shook my head. “No Ms.”

She let out a small hum. “What exactly has got you so distracted?”

“Uhm, nothing really. I just got lost in thought for a second.”

She nodded slowly. “You know what I’ve got on my mind?” she smirked a little. “The idea of bending you over my desk.”

My eyes went wide in a second. “What?”

She stood up and put her palms on the wooden surface, leaning forwards. “You heard me, bunny.”

I swallowed and took a deep breath. “Yes, but I’m not quite sure I understa-”

“Get over here then.”

I slowly walked forward until I was standing next to her. She quickly grabbed my arm and pushed my chest down onto her desk. I let out a gasp in surprise as she pulled my skirt up and squeezed my ass.

“Don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you’ve been looking at me. Practically begging me to fuck you.” she breathed out.

“Ms. Romano-”

A slap sounded through the room as her hand made contact with my ass. I jolted a little forward before gripping the edge of the desk in front of me.

“You speak when I ask you to. Understood?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.” her hand gently rubbed over the part she had just hit before she once again forced her hand down on me. “You get three more.”

As her hand landed on my ass once more I couldn't help but feel extremely turned on. This has definitely been the occasional daydream for me. Two more hits and I knew there were red marks on me that would last a while.

She rubbed her front against my butt and groaned at the friction. “God, you get me so horny, baby. Seeing you in that button down and your tight little pencil skirts makes my cock so hard I can't help but jerk off under my desk as I watch you.”

I let out a shaky breath and gripped the desk even harder. “Oh god…”

She chuckled a little as she watched me before running her fingers down my clothed pussy. “And given how soaked you are I’d say you want this as much as I do.”

I nodded with my face still against the desk.

I heard the sound of her zipper and clenched my thighs as I waited for what was about to happen. Once her fingers hooked onto my panties and dragged them down I couldn't help but bite my lip in anticipation. I felt the head of her cock glide against my pussy before stopping at my hole.

I waited for a few seconds before she started to enter me, going slow at first but then giving up and just thrusting into me. I moaned as she found a fast pace, immediately clearing my head from all thoughts.

“Fucking finally.” she moaned and gripped my hips, most definitely leaving a few bruises. “I’ve been patient, waited so goddamn long to be inside this gorgeous pussy.”

My breath hitched. “Oh fuck~”

“Waited to make you mine. Wanted you since the minute I saw you.”

“Ms. Romanoff~”

She decreased the pace for a second, slowly moving her cock inside of me, dragging it against my g-spot in fluid motions. My eyes rolled back into my head and at this point I wasn't sure if I was blabbering out loud or if all the incoherent thoughts were just in my head.

Her hand gripped my hair and she pulled my face up, still keeping my chest on her desk. “Am I making you cockdumb, baby?”

“Fuck~”

“Is my big cock just too much to handle for a little bunny like you?”

“I’m gonna-”

She chuckled. “Oh, you’re gonna cum already? Fine, I’ll allow it.” she then bent down to whisper in my ear. “But that doesn’t mean I’m stopping anytime soon.”

“Holy~ fuck!” I nearly screamed and my thighs shook as my orgasm hit me. I could practically see stars and once the high faded my vision was still hazy. Natasha’s continued thrusting only sent me into more shaking overstimulation. “I- I can’t-”

“Oh?” she said mockingly. “Did someone not hear what I said? I told you the consequences, you were the one who chose to cum.”

“I couldn’t help it...” I whimpered.

“Too bad.” she grunted. “I’m not done with you. Now that I finally have you like this there’s not much that could stop me from making you completely fucked out.”

“Oh~ please!”

“Agree to be mine and I might go easy on you.” she grabbed my hair again and pulled me up, my back against her chest. “Tell me I’m the only one for you.”

I moaned and let my head fall back onto her shoulder. “I’m yours, you’re the only one for me! I’ve wanted to be fucked by you like this for so long now!”

“So you admit you’ve thought about this?” I could feel her smirk against my cheek as she turned her head.

“So many times~”

She let out a dark chuckle. “Good girl. You wanna cum again?”

I nodded quickly. “Yes, fuck, please~”

“Then do it. You have three seconds or I’m not letting you. Three…”

I gasped a little and reached down to rub my clit as fast as I could.

“Two…”

“So close-” I breathed out.

“One.”

The pleasure sent me into another peak as I came once more, clenching hard on her cock, resulting in her moaning loudly into my ear. I kept gasping as waves of pleasure hit me repeatedly and my entire body felt on fire. As my high faded away she pulled out of me and pushed me down onto the floor in front of her.

She kept my mouth open and fisted her cock rapidly until her cum shot out into my mouth, coating my tongue. She moaned as her orgasm started to subside and looked at me while breathing hard. She closed my mouth and stroked my cheek. “Swallow.”

I did as she said and she smiled down at me before lightly slapping my cheek. “Good girl.”

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ravensinthedaylight · 2 years ago

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Is this where we request fanfics?! Idk im new to tumblr :/

By all means you can ignore this or not write it! I was wondering if you could do Wandanat and daughter reader!! One where reader got ditched by her friends and calls them to pick her up. Maybe some comfort. Thanks sm :))

Yep! You are correct, this is where to request, and thank you for doing so!

Rather you guys anyway -Wandanat x Daughter!reader

Reader's Age: 13

Requests: Open

Summery: Your friends ditch you to go and watch a movie while you’re at the mall, luckily your Mama’s have no problem picking you up.

- Wandanat x daughter!reader -

You didn't know why you didn't call straight away, it was stupid really. You were stubborn, perhaps you got it from your Mama, no, you definitely got it from your Mama.

Perhaps you were embarrassed, the daughter of the infamous Black Widow and the infamous Scarlett Witch left alone, or in other words ditched, by her friends to go see some movie that only had five tickets left while you were in a six person group.

You had to ask for permission, that’s what you told them. But as it turns out all of their parents were less ‘strict’ than yours so they could just go ahead anyway.

It wasn’t like you cared anyway.

Well you did.

But only a little.

It wasn’t like this was your main friend group or anything, because it wasn’t. You had your friends back at the compound, Kate, Peter, America, Kamala and al them, they were great.

But your moms had tried to push you to make more friends outside of the Avengers, although you didn’t see the point, but you listened. You always did.

Although you were starting to think that you might have chosen the wrong group of girls.

You had been wandering around the mall for a good hour now, you had gotten ice cream, but they had just turned the machine on so it was a bit melted when they gave it to you. You ended up just throwing half it away.

You walked around with your hands in your pockets, not entirely sure what to do with yourself, there was two hours left until it was time for your moms to pick you up, and you had too much pride to call any earlier, you knew they had the weekend off and that they would have no problem coming to collect you, you also knew that they would ask questions that you didn’t really want to answer, and you didn’t want to tell them the reason why you weren’t chosen to go to the movie, you didn’t wanna make them feel bad.

But that train of thought quickly halted when the dreaded ‘5% remaining’ notification popped up on your phone. You had two more hours to kill dammit, only four more dollars and 5% of your phone. Screw that. Curling up in front of the TV was really appealing to you now, and so was your charger. Your beloved charger.

In the blink of an eye the small battery icon changed from a ‘5%’ to a ‘4%’

You opened the phone app just as quickly and pressed on ‘mama’, seeing a picture of Natasha curled up on the couch with Liho appear on the call screen, Natasha was the one who had her phone on her the most out of the two of your moms.

The phone must have only rang out twice before you heard Natasha’s comforting voice at the end.

“Hey, Bubs, You doing aright?”

You smiled softly at the nickname, although you were happy that the other girls weren’t here to hear it.

“Heya, Mama. Are you and Mom still in the city?” You tried to even your voice out a bit, trying not to sound distressed. But it didn’t seem to work, Natasha was a spy after all. Of course she noticed.

“Yeah... Just at the dry cleaners, Momma just needed to use the bathroom. Why? Everything alright, malysh?”

You nodded stupidly, although you quickly realised that your mom couldn’t exactly tell you were nodding through a damn phone.

“Yeah, I just kinda need you guys to pick me up, if that’s ok?”

Natasha, when it came to these kinds of situations with you, had the ‘ask questions later’ approach.

“You’re still at the mall, aren’t you?”

“Mhm.”

“Good girl, we’re only ten minutes away, fifteen if traffic’s bad, but don’t worry. Stay put and we’ll be there in no time, kay?”

“Kay, I love you, mama. See you in a few.”

You shut off your phone, hoping to save the last now three per cent and headed to your usual pick up/drop off spot.

When your car finally started to come into view you sighed in relief, thanking the gods (All except Loki, of course)

Your momma pulled down her window, as she was on the side that was closest to you.

“You ok, Munchkin?” Wanda asked you, wanting to make sure that you actually wanted to leave and that it wouldn’t be a chance you regretted later on.

“Mhm, can we please go now? I wanna go home and watch Modern Family.”

Wanda and Natasha exchanged a look.

“Of course we can Bubs, but are you sure? Were you not having fun with your friends?” Natasha asked you as she turned around slightly as you fastened your seatbelt.

“They went to see a movie.”

It was Wanda who turned around then. “What? Without you? Why didn’t you ask us if you could’ve gone too? Your Mama and I would have let you, Baby. You know we just want you to be happy, right?”

This is why you didn’t want to call up early. You knew she would over react. But you knew that deep down you liked it, it reminded you just how much she loved you despite you only being of Natasha’s blood instead of her own.

You were an experiment carried out by the Red Room, using Natasha and another super soldier’s DNA to create you. The Avengers found out about you from your grandmother, Melina, three months after you were born. And when Natasha and Clint killed Dreykov in Budapest they also took down the Red Room facility there, which was the place you were being kept.

Wanda and Natasha were of course together then, being 27 and 25, and Wanda took on the roll of your mother just as much as Natasha did.

If you hadn’t been told you would’ve sworn that you were both of theirs biologically.

“I know, Mom, I really do. But there wasn’t enough tickets available for that movie. And I didn’t want to hang around here for another couple of hours with a dead phone.” You sighed. “Can we please go home?”

“Were they mean to you Y/N? The girls?”

You shook your head. No, they were all friends longer than they were friends with you, they were nice enough when they were around you, but never really made an attempt to talk to you other than that, not even text.

“Nuh uh, no, They weren’t. They’re just not my kind of people, I guess, we don’t click.” You shrugged. “Now can we please go home?”

Natasha chuckled, “We can, Baby. But I think we should make one quick stop.”

An hour later you found yourself snuggled up on the couch in between your moms, your head on Natasha’s shoulder as she ran her fingers through your hair while your other Mom ran a comforting hand down your spine.

Your Mama decided to stop for popcorn and Pepsi at the nearest store on the way home, and when you got home, your Mom bought the movie that the other girls had gone to see on the apple TV.

You weren’t gonna lie to yourself, this was way better than watching it with a bunch of girls you weren’t comfortable with in a musty old movie theater, you were with your moms. The two people you loved most in the world and who loved you most in the world.

You didn’t even noticed when you dozed off when the movie wasn’t even half over, but your moms didn’t seem to mind, they just smiled and continued to stroke your hair and your back.

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