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ofstoriesandstardust · 11 months ago

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and i can wish all that i want but it won't bring us together (n.p.t.)

note: this is my Christmas present to @cottagecori who listens to everything i have to say

summary: How it began.

the waiting room series

warnings: quote unquote affairs, swearing, alcohol, bisexual reader, non-linear storytelling, told from multiple perspectives, this may not be your cup of tea and that's okay!

word count: 3.9k

December 2021

Your hand shakes as you move to wipe away the tear that began to fall down your face. Sam’s hand finds yours, squeezing.

“I’m sorry.” You hear your best friend whisper. “You didn’t deserve this. I’m sorry.”

May 2021

Meeting Natasha had been like coming home after a long day, warm and safe.

You’d only been back in San Diego for a week and a half when you’d run into her on your first day volunteering at the U.S.S. Midway. They’d been having an event for certain Navy personnel and needed extra hands, which is how you'd ended up meeting her.

Even dressed in her formal blues and her hair pinned back in a tight bun, you’d been left more than a little flustered by her striking beauty, much to the amusement of the other volunteer you’d been working with.

She’d been kind, chatting with you as there was a delay in the program, her nimble fingers brushing yours as she takes a booklet from you.

You’ll blame the redness of your cheeks on the beaming sun atop the retired Naval aircraft carrier before you’d ever admit such a short interaction had left you feeling so much.

But Sofia knows, as you will come to learn that she always does, and mentions that a bunch of the younger volunteers, kids of Navy officers, are headed to a local Navy bar for the evening. Invites you along with the promise of a good evening.

And you know, in your soul, that you don’t typically enjoy nights out. Not in packed, crowded bars, certainly not surrounded by drunken military men.

But this part of your life is supposed to be different and it will never be different if you don’t make decisions you normally wouldn’t.

So with a twinkle in Sofia’s eye and a warm smile on her face, you link your arm with her and follow her off the looming ship on the shores of La Jolla.

In hindsight, you should’ve known. Should’ve taken the twinkle in Sofia’s eye for mirth and laughter and trouble, but you can hardly bring yourself to care as Natasha’s mouth slots against yours. As one hand rests in your belt loops and the other soft yet firm against your cheek.

The loud music in the bar seems to drown out in the corner you’re tucked away in, any and all thoughts fleeting as Natasha’s surprisingly soft lips press against yours again and again. She’s all you can focus on, the warmth spreading through your body as you think about how good it feels to be doing this again, to be doing this with her.

Falling in love with Natasha is simple.

It’s easy, like falling asleep.

She’s as kind as she is strong-willed, a duality that shouldn’t exist together but does.

You can see, even from easy conversation, how much she cares about this team that she’s stationed with, how much they’re family to her.

She’s older than you, not by much, but enough to make you feel like she’s one of those real adults you always joke about with your friends. It’s something that should make you insecure, dating someone who had their life and shit together but never does. Natasha isn’t like that, would never make you feel small.

Her friends might, a few of them making teasing comments about if you’re even of legal drinking age the first time she brings you back to the Hard Deck, but you know that you have always looked younger than you are.

(You’d worked with middle schoolers in your freshman year of college and they all thought you were 14. You knew.)

But still, Natasha is there, warding them off with a witty comeback and a hand on your back, something that settles your nerves more than any amount of alcohol ever could. She didn’t have to do this, you knew, remembering the way your ex had let you sit there as you got torn apart by his friends.

But Natasha isn’t him. She’s kind, and warm, and light. She listens to you on your good days and your bad days, makes you coffee on late nights as you slouch over books and an open Google Doc, and brings you groceries when she knows you’ll be too busy to remember to do it yourself.

She makes sure you always feel seen and heard. She goes to the airport with you to pick up Sam and Fran when they move back to San Diego and joins you on game nights with your cohort and your friends from the Midway. She supports all your dreams, no matter how small they may seem to other people. She has your friends from college giggling over a margarita about how they’re impressed you finally managed to date someone who’s nice to you. She makes it a point to be at all your presentations and always read through the drafts of your thesis when it feels like your eyes might melt.

In short, Natasha loves you. To her, it’s simple and honestly, how could you not love her in return?

Natasha knows you and loves you. She loves you because she knows you.

Which is why it feels like a dagger cut so deep when Natasha admits to you that she knew.

November 2017

His fingers tremble with rage as he sets the paper down, barely breathing as he struggles to meet his partner’s eye.

“How long?” He whispers.

“Tom-”

“How. long.” He grits out.

Pete sighs. “Since August.”

“Three months.” He whispers. “Three months and you hid this from me the whole time?”

“You were sick Tom, I needed you to get better. You never would if you had known. And- And I hardly know anything as it is-”

“You know enough.” He spits out, eyes unable to look at just one piece of information on the papers scattered out in front of him. “And this girl? What do you plan to do?”

Pete sighs again. “She’s my daughter, Tom. I have to know her. I’d never forgive myself if I didn’t.” He whispers, a fact that is making bile rise in his still-healing throat.

“No.” He says with a quick shake of his head. “No. If you want to stay married to me, she stays out of our life.”

July 2021

“Okay, thoughts?” You say, stepping out into the living room.

“You look pretty!” Fran exclaims as Sam nods his head in agreement.

You weren’t sure what was appropriate attire to meet Natasha’s friends, other than Natasha telling you to wear whatever made you most comfortable. You’d been through six different outfits, each one being pulled off faster than the last.

“But we’ve said that about all of them.”

You heave a sigh, flattening out the skirt of the dress. “I know but-”

“No buts. You look incredibly pretty and Nat is going to like you just as much as she did yesterday.” Sam says firmly.

You sigh again, glancing at him. “I wish you guys were coming with me.” You admit quietly before plopping down on the couch next to Fran.

Fran leans over to straighten the straps of the dress, as she offers you a knowing smile. “You’re gonna have a good time. Sam and I can entertain ourselves for an evening, you know.”

“I did live here for a while, remember!” Sam shouts from the kitchen.

When had he gone into the kitchen?

You hum as a knock sounds at the door, signaling Natasha’s arrival. You push yourself off the couch to answer her, unable to swallow the smile that spreads when you realize she’s brought you flowers.

“You didn’t have to.” You whisper, taking the bunches of sunflowers from her.

“I wanted to.” She says, pressing a kiss to your cheek before you can go far. She shuts the door behind her, following you into the foyer and then the living room. Fran brightens as she sees Natasha.

“Let me take these from you.” Fran offers, before extending her other hand to Natasha. “You must be Natasha. I’m Fran. Sam’s in the kitchen. Babe, do you have a vase?”

“I don’t know.” He calls back. “Why would we need a- oh.” Sam gives you a grin as he appears. “Yeah, let me see if I can rustle something up. Why don’t you kids get out of here?” You roll your eyes, ignoring the flaming of your cheeks as Natasha takes your hand, bidding your friends farewell.

Nat’s right hand finds your thigh, drawing circles into your skin with her thumb as she pulls out of your driveway.

“So remind me how you know Sam and Fran?”

“Sam and I had a mutual friend, his old co-worker and a friend of mine from college. We ended up really hitting it off and ended up dropping the friend that introduced us, as awful as that makes me sound. They’re just visiting for the weekend and I’m actually staying in his family’s place right now.”

She hums. “That’s very kind of him.”

You huff out a little laugh. “You’re telling me.”

The Hard Deck is less noisy this time around, although your eyes still struggle to adjust to the dim light of the bar as you push your sunglasses up to the top of your head.

Natasha guides you past the bar, promising to return later as she directs you to the pool table in the back. Her hands are firm against your shoulder blades as you walk.

“Boys.” She calls, earning the attention of the men crowded around the pool table. They all turn, catching sight of you and you have to fight not to curl into Natasha. “This is my girlfriend.”

The tall one, the blond, grins, being a little too sharp around the edges for your liking. “Are you sure she should even be in here Phoenix?”

Her thumbs press into your shoulders as if to say breathe, relax, i got this.

“Pretty sure you’re the one that likes them below the legal drinking age Bagman.”

“Back off, Seresin.” A brunette says, pushing him out of the way. “I’m Bradley.” He says, extending his hand to you. You take it, giving him a soft smile.

You’d heard about Rooster, Nat’s best friend. “Nice to meet you.”

“This is Bob and Fanboy.” Nat says, pointing to your left. “Behind them is Payback and Coyote. The irritating blond is Bagman.”

“Hangman-”

“The rest of the crew will be in shortly.” You wave to the boys, struggling to not make yourself feel small in their looming presence. “It looks like Mav is over at the bar, why don’t you come with me? I want to introduce the two of you.”

You nod, intertwining your fingers with her as the two of you walk back towards the bar.

“Mav.” She calls, earning the attention of a shorter man. A fond smile blooms on his weary face, turning from his conversation with the bartender.

“Lieutenant Trace, to what do I owe this pleasure?”

“Mav, this is my girlfriend. This is Captain Pete Mtichell, my commanding officer.”

Pete’s smile almost seems to fade at the sight of you, but he must think better of any immediate negative thoughts as he extends a hand. “Nice to meet you.”

“You too.”

Mav lets your hand go, turning to the person sitting next to him, an older man with graying hair. “Tom, this is Phoenix’s girlfriend.”

The man, Tom, frowns at Pete. “I can hear Pete.”

Natasha lets out a little laugh. “This is Tom Kazansky, Captain Mitchell’s husband.”

Tom tips his head in greeting. “Good to meet you.”

October 2020

He watches the careful rise and fall of his husband’s chest.

Up. Down.

He can tell by the stillness of his body his husband is nearing sleep, even though the bruising from two different emergency ejections had left him favoring his left side and sleeping in an awkward position.

He swallows at the reminder at the near loss of his husband.

The seed that had been planted when the Darkstar crashed - which felt ages ago by now - had bloomed, its ivy wrapping tight around his lungs.

It choked his lungs every time he breathed, thorns cutting deep, the thought that Pete might die and die resenting him for never being able to know his daughter.

“Pete?” He whispers.

His husband stirs, blearily looking at him in the dim light of the bedroom.

The dim light of their bedroom in their nice house by the ocean. The dim light of their bedroom in their nice house by the ocean, where they had comfortably lived and loved and laughed, something she had never known.

“Tom? What is it?”

“I changed my mind.”

He catches on to the shine of Pete’s wedding band, even as he tries to move, letting out a low hiss as he does.

“Changed your mind? Changed your mind about what, baby?”

“I’ve changed my mind. If- If you want to know her. If you want to find her again, I’d be okay with that, I think. I want you to be able to know your daughter.”

April 2021

His brain is swimming with information, his heart clenching every time a portion of it gets processed.

“So, you found her?” Ice says quietly.

Mav hums in affirmation. “She’s graduating college this year. In a month.”

“It’s crazy to me Pete, really it is. That you have a daughter out there.” His Mom says after a minute.

“And I could know her.”

Pete’s trying to explain it to him, the private investigator, the affair, the daughter, and all he can feel is that ache in his chest where the scar of betrayal still sits, unhealed and raw.

A daughter.

“You- you’re fucking with me, right Mav? A daughter?”

Mav’s face falls in that way that it does, his shoulders deflating a bit before shaking his head. “No, B. This is real. I have a daughter and I’m trying to find her. I- I think we did.”

Bradley has to bite his cheek to keep his initial words from leaving his mouth. “This is bullshit.”

“B, I understand that this is all new, especially with the mission having not been that long ago-”

“No, it’s bullshit Mav. You knew where I was for over a decade and you never once tried to find me or contact me. You’ve known about her for five minutes and suddenly you’re hiring a PI to try and find her?”

Mav lets out a little breath. “I’ve known since 2017.”

Bradley chokes on his spit. “And what the fuck makes now such a great time?”

“Well, for starters, she was a minor when I first found out about her existence. Her Mom never would have let me anywhere near her. Plus, Tom was not on board with the idea of having her in our lives-”

“Oh, and he is now?” Mav opens his mouth to keep talking but he beats him to the punch. “I mean, we don’t even know that she wants you in her life, Mav! For fuck’s sake Mav, you’d probably screw her over before you ever got a chance to pretend to be her Dad, given your track record. You’ll be two for two fucking up your pseudo kids before they hit 30.”

“Bradley.” His Mom says sternly, coming into his swimming vision. He presses the heels of his palms into his stinging eyes, wondering when he had started crying. “Bradley, baby, I think you’re a little sensitive to the situation, you’re not seeing it from Pete’s point of view-”

“I don’t need to. I hope for that girl’s sake you stay away from her.”

December 2021

Nat plays with the strap of your nice dress as you both watch the blond pilot amble his way towards the two of you at Pete and Tom’s small holiday get-together.

Your head rests on her collarbone as she appears before you, grinning like he has a secret.

“I think I found out why Roo has been fighting with Pops.”

Coyote and Fanboy overhear Jake, leaning in to hear him as they crowd around the armchair you and Natasha are sitting in.

“Eavesdropping, are we Bagman?” Nat asks, fingertips moving from your strap to your shoulder to begin grazing your arm. You snort, leaning further into your girlfriend.

“Maybe.” He says hurriedly before waving her off. “Apparently, dear old Maverick had some kind of illicit affair back in the day and has a daughter as a result.”

Javy chokes on his drink as Mickey’s eyes widen. Natasha rolls her eyes. “You need to get your ears checked.”

Jake shakes his head. “No, no, I’m serious. Mav has been trying to find her since last year after the mission happened. I guess he did and is trying to get in contact with her.”

“So how is any of this Bradshaw’s problem?” Javy asks.

Jake shrugs. “Not a clue. But, I mean-”

Speaking of him, Bradley appears in your vision rather abruptly.

“Why did your parents get a divorce?”

You blink, beginning to feel confused at the sharp question from the boy in front of you. “Um, my mom cheated.”

“So, you know then.”

“Know what? Know that my Mom’s a piece of shit?” You let out a nervous laugh, starting to feel unsteady as you pull away from Natasha. “Yeah, I’ve known that.”

“So then you know Mav is your biological father.”

You blink again. “What- is this some kind of like- prank?”

Bradley’s gaze hardens. “Why the hell would I joke about this?”

“Rooster, man, what are you even talking about?” Coyote asks.

“I mean, are you just like- pretending to like my friend so you can get closer to Mav?”

“Bradshaw, whoa-” Natasha says, pushing herself off the chair.

“No, Nat! She’s probably just using you to get closer to Mav and that’s so fucked up.”

It feels like the room is spinning as the yelling catches Pete’s attention, bringing him across the living room as people have begun to watch what's unfolding.

“Hey, cut it out, all of you. What is going on?”

“Is it true?”

You hear yourself ask the words, suddenly feeling too big for your own body.

It takes Pete a moment to understand but when he does his face falls and it’s enough.

It’s enough.

“Oh my god.” You mumble. “Oh my god. I think I’m gonna be sick.”

You push yourself off the chair, pushing at your sternum as if it will relieve the pressure there.

Natasha grabs your arm. “Hey-”

“Did you know?”

The hesitance in her eyes answers your question but the whispered “I had my suspicions.” takes your breath clean from you.

You don’t remember leaving the party.

You do remember pressing at your sternum over and over, pressing harder with each ring on your phone that passed.

You remember collapsing on to the curb of a sidewalk blocks from the party, the grief insurmountable.

You remember begging Sam to come pick you up and choking on sobs as Fran whispered soothing words through the phone.

You don’t remember much after that.

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fableandfandoms · 19 days ago

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stillbandofbrothersthirsty · 3 years ago

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Hi, love!! For your request game, I’d like to request Sofia by Claire O + Luz, Malarkey, or Liebgott (surprise me!) + Friends to lovers 🥰 the MC character’s name could be Sofia! Thank you!

Oh I am a sucker for all these boys but Malarkey had my heart on this one! Thank you for the request <3

Donald Malarkey folded the piece of paper for the thousandth time, and for the thousandth time slipped it back into the worn envelope that was beginning to come apart at the corners. He ran his fingers over the torn corners that were decorated with tiny hand-drawn daisies. The vision of them took him back to his first week in England. The daisies had been fresh, drawn in dark ink, when the letter had first arrived. It had been the first letter he received all those months ago and back then, he never would have guessed he would feel as confused as he did now.

Sofia was one of his oldest friends. He had watched her grow from a young girl to young woman and she had seen him stumble into manhood. She had written to him diligently since he enlisted. He wrote her back with equal devotion, taking great care to explain the details, politics, and frustrations he experienced. She validated him and reminded him to lead with grace. He always signed his letters with their inside joke: your best brother friend. That’s what she had referred to him ever since she had a crush on Mac Wilson in 9th grade and wanted it to be clear to everyone that Don was not her sweetheart.

A year into his time at Toccoa, Sofia had asked Don to stop referring to himself as her brother. Although confused, Donald obliged her request. He had to come up with new ways to sign his letters. He stuck to the innocent ‘friend’, ‘with love’, ‘your devoted friend’. But each time he signed the words seemed insufficient.

He returned to Oregon for Christmas where he and Sofia’s families celebrated together. Christmas day wrapped up with good food, handmade gifts, and parlor games. The sky was growing dark as Sofia’s parents insisted that they needed to get her exhausted siblings home and into bed.

“But-,” Sofia protested. She and Donald were in the middle of a cribbage game they weren’t even close to wrapping up.

“Oh, but I’m just heating up some milk!” Don’s mother said from the kitchen, “let Sofia stay at least! Donald can drive her home when they finish.”

Her parents were easily persuaded. How could they not be? The Malarkey family was an extension of theirs, and Don was nothing less than a cousin to their daughter.

Once they finished up their game, Sofia and Don bundled up and he drove her down the snow-packed road to her house.

“Don?” she asked.

  “Yes?”

“Can I ask a favor?”

“Sure,” he said without a second thought. He pulled his truck into the driveway of her house.

“Well, just hear it out first,” she said warningly, “you may not be up for it.”

“You know I would do anything for you,” Don said reflexively.

She smiled softly, “really? Anything?”

Her tone was light, but Don considered her question seriously. He thought about it; he had so many lines he wouldn’t cross. But he realized if he needed to, he would cross them for her. There truly was nothing he wouldn’t do to make her happy, to keep her safe. She waited patiently for him to respond. Her eyes were dark in the unlit cab of the parked car. “Really,” Don said resolutely, “anything.” He was suddenly aware of the space between them. It would only take the slightest of motions, a few inches forward and an outstretched arm, to pull her against him.

She was motionless but Don could feel the energy grow heavy between them, she was waiting - challenging - him to make a move. Instead, Don cleared his throat, “so what is it?”

Her chin dropped slightly, “Um, it’s about a job. I can explain more tomorrow, I’ll give you a ring.” Don nodded. Sofia swung the truck door open and the winter chill blew in, pinking his cheeks before she slammed the door shut again and disappeared into the house.

The next day, she asked him to keep an eye out for secretarial positions with the army. Although Don wasn’t eager for her to be involved with the military he admired her desire to work and contribute to the cause. He agreed to keep her in mind when she drove him to the train station for a ride back to Toccoa. Before he boarded, Sofia took his hand in her mitted one and said, “keep me in mind, in other ways too.” She slipped a black and white photo of herself into his palm. Don had been so surprised he didn’t know what to think or say.

That was the last time he saw Sofia before shipping off to England. But he had kept her in mind; the vision of her waving goodbye on the platform, the memory of her hair blowing as they drove down dirt roads with the windows down, her squeal of excitement when she beat him in cribbage or gin.

She continued to write to him and he continued to struggle with how to orient himself to her.

The letter with the daisies had been the last he received; he had never responded. She had stopped writing.

Don pulled the letter out one more time and re-read the words he had memorized. She understood he saw her as a sister. Did he? But he never left her thoughts. She never left his. She knew their families were intertwined, and that could be a good thing. It was! Because she saw a future with him. In what capacity? And, she loved him.

It was that line that Don had no response to. He had no idea what to think, he had no sense of his own emotions. And now, it had been weeks, and she had responded to his silence with silence. He could feel her regret and embarrassment from across the Atlantic and those were the very last things he wanted her to feel.

He had tried time and time again to draft her a response but the words were lost on him. He wanted to tell her that he didn’t see her as a sister and more than a friend. She was too beautiful, too captivating for that. He wanted to tell her how he loved her laugh and watching her pick wild berries along the river in the summer. He wanted her to be his, and he wanted to tell her that, God, he thought he was in love with her.

 But he couldn’t bring himself to write any of that down. Don ran his fingers over the worn envelope one more time, taking in the neat cursive letter of his name and address in Aldbourne. Finally, he pulled out a fresh sheet of paper. He poised his pen and wrote:

You're more than my sister, more than my friend. I want to give us a try.

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mysticprofessoralienhumanoid · 4 years ago

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Maribat ideas I will probably never write

Now, before we start.

I realize that those may have already been made but I've never seen them and everything here came from my mind. But if you remember the titles, please tell me them or send a link to the stories, I'd love to read them.

This can be whatever ship you want Connorette, Daminette, Cassandra x Marinette, Brucinette... Any ship.

Here I'll refer to them just as the bats or one of the bats, or just choose a random one of them simply because I don't know the exact person that'd fit in the au with Marinette so I'm just leaving it up to you but... yeah.

[And yes, I know I said it could be Connor or Jon or anyone else, and I know they are not part of Batclan but for the lack of better word, just roll with it]

Yes, you can use any of them, but please tag me (i really want to read what you came up with) and include the link to my post so maybe someone else could use any other of these.

And if want to add anything or just brainstorm in the comments I'd love to do it with you, so don't be shy and say what you think (constructive critism only).

Maybe i will update this, but for now feel free to use any of these over 20 (i think at least) ideas I came with in these past 2 weeks cuz i was bored.

And before you start, I'm thinking of making mafia boss! Marinette AU, but i don't know what ship it should be... Suggestions? (Just not the love square please)

Hope you like it.

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Violinist Marinette. The Waynes got invited to a concert in which Mari played a solo. And they're all just enchanted with her talent.

Marinette a Badass Dancer. None of the bats is a dancer in this AU and I don't really have any direction where this would go, but i just had a scene where she kicks their asses even though she doesn't have much (or any) exprience in martial arts. Just her spinning and kicking one of them mid-spin in the face or... somewhere else...

So the scene is a Wayne Gala, right? Jagged Stone dares Marinette to sing a song on a stage (there’s live music band, i guess?). Everyone’s mesmerised by her voice and Jagged can be heard screaming “That’s my niece!” in the backround. I really want her to sing Creep , a cover by Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox ft. Haley Reinhart or Crazy in Love , also a cover made by Sofia Karlberg, though any other song is fine too

Bats and Marinette in a band. That's it. That's the whole AU.

One of the bats is sitting under a tree, all peacefully and relaxed, but then they look up to see a random girl with dark blue hair (??) just hanging upside down from a branch like an actual freaking bat. She gives them a heart attack.

Another Au with singing Marinette lol. In this one Marinette likes to sing in a park every other day and Damian comes here one day and hears her and is like “wow.”, and since then he comes there everyday in hopes of hearing her sing and getting her number. And maybe Luka or Adrien play while she sings, that’d be cool

Guys, Marinette and the Waynes being neighbours. No, but imagine. Them seeing some girl watering plants every week for a month or two and then not seeing her for a long period of time, and they're kinda worried, but then she's back and they're confused, because where the hell she'd been, the house looked like not used and just where the hell was she? Marinette seeing some... Weird things happening in the Wayne backyard. Balconies being in front of each other, so they're balcony neighbours too (the romance, the fluff, even the angst, guys). Marinette going to them with baked goods and introducing herself as their neighbour. Them going to hers and welcoming her with a basket of Alfred's cooking.

Jason has to participate in a dating show because he lost a bet and Mari's one of the participants too...

Duke needs a date to a wedding (i don't know whose, your choice) and Marinette's his best friend, so be my fake date to this wedding?

Marinette as Tim's daughter??

The greatest showman AU. (Sibling dickinette. On the trapeze-)

Forget rouges, superheroes and vigilantes. Underground dancers. Because it's what i need, y'all

So in this, WE is a dance company, and Marinette's maybe an intern in a fashion department. One day Dick's going to one of the practice rooms where's been scheduled a meeting with a designer for his costume for the next show. Instead he's met with a girl he sees for the first time, practically flying on the dance floor. Just as he's about to reveal himself the rest comes and it turns out this is the fashion designer and it seems as no one knows she's an amazing dancer too

Teachers AU + Rivals AU = utter chaos. Them teaching the same subject and competing for their class' loves and/or arguing whose close is better. [Bonus points if everyone's thinking they hate each others guts, but they're secretly dating]

Fencers AU - on the same team on different teams, your choice. (And this honestly suits with Kagami too. I'm up for kagami x bat/marinette)

Damian in the park with Mar'i, but he's having trouble, because this kid has so much energy. How?? Just when he thinks he can take a breath, he notices Mar'i has wandered off and is talking to a young woman, so he rushes there and try to apologize, but she says it's no problem at all. Suddenly this gorgeous girl offers him her help. It looks like Mar'i has taken liking to her and he's so tired, so he agrees and for the rest day watches two Mari's play together and falls in love with the older one. Plotwist: this was plan all along. Mar'i is the ultimate wingwoman.

All the Wayne siblings decided to go to one of those haunted houses for a halloween and there's this petite girl who tagged along their group somehow. They didn't expect to see this tiny girl punching the worker dressed as a monster and knocking the daylight out of him. But it was so worth getting kicked out.

Marinette's a ghost and these four men came to her house and apparently they're doing a ghost investigation?? I mean, she was getting a bit lonely and bored, maybe it's time to "gain some friends" (read: scare the living out of them).

Pretty much the above but with bat/s as ghost/s and Marinette as the paranormal investigator with her team (i honestly want one of them to be Kagami, i don't know why). In both you need to decide who's a skeptic and who believes. It's fun, the ghost is trying to scare them off, but they're stubborn.

Sibling dickinette where Marinette calls her older brother everytime she wants to get out of a date and so he pretends to "arrest" her. (And then maybe dick decides to play a matchmaker and sets her up with one of his adoptive siblings)

Marinette as a lawyer. Her going against LexCorps who framed Wayne Enterprises for something. Or maybe Bruce was accused of murder (that he obviously did not commit) and now she has to prove his innocence. I just really want to read about badass lawyer Marinette, guys

Merlin AU. Is there any AUs with Marinette being Merlin and saving Arthur's ass (I honestly think it should be Chloe, no joke)?

Mominette where she adopts Cassandra. I just imagined them going to ballet lessons together and cooking and now I'm soft.

Marinette got dared by her friends to set a trap for the passerby that involved eggs, toy train and glitter and to then to pretend they're her ex and they cheated in her, and Jason had the misfortune to be that passerby. (Yes, this is probably crack lol)

Tim can rap. Marinette can rap. What could go wrong?? (Yes, this is probably crack too)

There's this girl they see every year when to go on trick-or-treating and she always has the most amazing or scariest costumes. But Damian will not go without a fight and so every year they compete over who has the better costume. This year they just so conveniently dressed up as the famous Halloween couple.

Jon is 17 now and it seems as no one is interested in him. He jokingly tells Damian he supects theres a ghost that's in love with him and they keep away any potential lovers from him. He doesn't know how much he's right. Marinette though, is freaking out.

Marinette decided to take a part-time job at a local pool as a life guard. There's a sudden increase in people coming to said pool but also a dramatic increase in people pretending to drown. Conner is one of them.

Marinette plays a therapist to all of the batfam. The amount of the ridiculous problems she had to listen to... She could write a book and she would make millions out of it, she swears.

"Some say "revenge is a dish best served cold.", then i read "revenge is sweet", so i came to conclusion revenge is ice cream." Huh, so that'd explain the sudden disappearance of ice cream in whole Gotham Jason had been hearing about for the past week from Bruce. The question is, what that petite bluenette is planning to do and who is going to be a victim of her ice cream revenge?

Tim had been in coma for a month after the drug bust, and he has just woken up. The first thing he does? He picks up the argument he and Marinette had been having before he's been put into a coma.

The couple at the place Jason had been at, started making out loudly, so he started making loud noises while eating his ice cream. They stopped. And he got this cute barista's phone number when she was walking past him.

Marinette's at the spa when she overhears two guys betting who can eat more slices of cucumber (that were supposed to be put on their eyelids) and she decided to participate. Safe to say they were all banned from all the spas in Gotham

Can i please get Jason/Duke/anyone making up a bedtime story for Marinette after she woke up from a nasty nightmare? I need it

Every morning and night Marinette pretends to be asleep just so she can feel Damian pull her closer, kiss her temple and whisper how much he loves her

Roy listening to Jason complaining about each first encounter of her girlfriend with his siblings and Bruce. Each is more ridiculous than the one before. He listens to it, after he and Marinette had gone through their own weird af first meeting.

Dick was so busy laughing at the bluenette who'd just walked into a post, he ran into the same post minute later. She asked him out... After she finished laughing and telling him karma's a bitch

Dick likes to think he's the reason Jason and Marinette got married. To his last days he will brag about how at his and Kori's wedding Marinette caught the bouquet, tripped and Jay caught her.

Jason asked Marinette on a date to one of the restaurant the WE owned. Then as a test, he told her he couldn't pay for all the expensive dishes they ordered. She took his hand and they ran out of the building. He's convinced he's going to marry her.

#maribat #marinette x batfam #marinette deserves better #ml salt #daminette #timinette #timari #dickinette #jasonette #conner kent x marinette dupain cheng #marijon #brucinette

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nerdsinatree · 4 years ago

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Letters

The workshop was quiet today, which made for the perfect environment for brewing potions. Though Cedric found he cared far less for the silence than he may have in the past.

The sorcerer finished bottling the last of his tinctures. Screwing the cork on top, and lifting it up to admire the correct color pink it had turned. A shade identical to...Sofia's amulet...

He frowned, casting a longing glance towards his door. As if expecting the little princess to burst in any moment. Tittering happily away about something, or requesting his aid on a sorcery assignment from Royal Prep.

Unfortunately, it seemed those little visits had now become a thing of the past. For with the royal children having now started their secondary schooling, both Sofia and Amber had been shipped away to Ever Realm Academy. Where they were to remain until their education was complete.

Sofia had only been gone for a few weeks, and already the sorcerer could feel the loneliness seeping into his heart. He never realized just how much he'd come to expect her visits, until they had disappeared from his life entirely.

Still, it wasn't as bad as it was before. Now that he'd recovered his friendship with Roland, improved his relationship with his family, and earned the respect and admiration of the kingdom; Cedric no longer felt like an outcast in the castle, and he could more often be found these days socializing with his peers. As well as being requested to do important magical work for his king. So, for the most part he was content.

But oh! How he missed that sweet girl who had help make all of that possible in the first place...

He sighed, setting his brew down upon the table. Grateful to have done so as a knock sounded on his door. Startling him out of his musings.

As usual, the door opened unbidden, revealing Baileywick.

"Good afternoon Cedric," The steward greeted. In a tone that was genuinely sincere and not laced with shreds of sarcasm, as it sometimes had in the past. Yet another boon of Sofia's influence.

"Good afternoon," the sorcerer responded in kind. "What kind of magical assistance is the king in need of today?" Despite their improved relationship, Cedric knew the steward was not one to venture up to his tower only for a chat.

"Nothing at the moment," Baileywick said. "I was actually sent up here to deliver this letter to you." Retrieving the parchment from his coat and holding it out.

"Letter?" The sorcerer inquired, taking the envelope and examining the address. His eyes slowly widening in excitement as he realized who it was from.

"I'm a little surprised it took her so long," The steward noted quietly. Adjusting his glasses as he obseverved his colleague practically tear into the paper. Seeing he was preoccupied, Baileywick politely excused himself and left to attend to his other duties.

Cedric responded with a short wave and grunt of acknowledgement. His eyes still riveted to the sheet of paper within his hand, decorated with that familiar handwriting.

Dear Mr. Cedric,

Sorry it's taken so long to write to you. Adjusting to life at the academy took a little longer than I thought it would.

He smirked, recalling his own assimilation at Hexley Hall.

It's really amazing here! I was a little worried I wouldn't like it as much as Royal Prep. But it turns out they actually have a lot of the same classes here. Of course, with my Protector duties, I can't get too busy.

The man nodded in agreement. It would be unwise for her to take on so many electives.

But I did sign up for the advanced sorcery class.

Cedric blinked. They offered advanced sorcery at ERA? That was news to him. But then again, Roland had never been one for the magic lessons at Royal Prep. So it was unlikely he would have invested in any additional courses.

Still they probably weren't up to the level that Hexley Hall taught.

I've been enjoying it a lot, and practicing my spells always makes me think of you.

He smiled at that. The thought that he had been on her mind, just as she had been on his, warming his heart.

I hope you're doing well. I miss you. I'm so grateful we got to spend all that time together last summer.

He recalled that himself. The girl had made an effort to visit him at least once every day, (save during her family vacation) during that time, and even persuaded him to join her for a few picnics outside. Something he'd enjoyed quite a bit, though it did help to facilitate her sudden disappearance from his life being far more poignant.

Having Amber here is great though... always the inseparable sisters... and I've been making some new friends... Of course...

and I can't wait to show you all the spells I've learned when we come home for Wassailia.

His eyes lit up at that. He'd forgotten about the holiday visits home. No doubt she'd also probably be back for summer vacation. His mood brightening even more, as he considered that she wouldn't be completely physically absent from his life after all.

I hope things are still going well for you back at home. Remember when things get hard to use the sorcerer's secret.

He smiled at the little adage, studying the accompanying picture with it. A simple drawing of the two of them standing side by side, wands in hand, and her dressed in her apprentice robes.

It filled him with confidence, as if she were still right here beside him. Encouraging him like she always did. Though things had gotten easier for him, with people no longer making him nervous, or expecting the worse from him. He still cherished her unwavering support.

Love, Sofia

He read the text over a few more times. Wondering how much of it had been reiterated to other friends and family, and how much was personally aimed at him. Though he supposed it didn't matter too much. Even if she had told everyone else she missed and couldn't wait to see them again. The sorcerer knew that that didn't mean she was any less sincere when she said it to him.

Besides, their letters would become more personal with time as they exchanged them.

Speaking of which...

Folding the treasured parchment up, he stowed it away safely then reached across his desk for the necessary tools to begin writing his response to her. A task he tackled eagerly, telling her as much as he could of how things had been at the castle.

No, perhaps things would never be the same. But it seemed they'd be able make the best of this new situation after all.

#friendship cedfia #cedfiaweek2020 #cedfiaweek #sofia the fandom #monday’s prompt #academia

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pomeqraniqht · 4 years ago

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ULTIMATE SHIP MEME! @rustyparker

Send in two (or more) names and I’ll fill all this out about the ship!

General:

How long will they last? - Forever (hopefully) or until one of them dies.

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - Honestly the jury is still out on this, I like to think they both fell in love at the same time, I feel like a better way to look at it is who acknowledged their love first and it was Sofia, and it was about like 5-6 months in? Sofia was honestly not expecting it and for once was just kinda into it for the sex but it turned into so much more than just hooks ups in bathrooms it was fucking all night, taking baths together, and making pancakes.

How was their first kiss? - Hot. It had build up, potential, and it screamed so much more. It left them both breathless and needy enough to a point they both went off and fucked in a clubs bathroom. It led to a lot more kisses and a lot more lewd things that night, Rusty was a drug addict and Sofia enjoyed alcohol, but that night they both discovered a drug they immediately were addicted to: each other.

Wedding:

Who proposed? - Rusty did.

Who is the best man/men? - Roman.

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? - Isabelle.

Who did the most planning? - Rusty along with a wedding planner, it was a small wedding so not too awful much to plan.

Who stressed the most? - Neither? Sofia maybe about the fucking lingerie and walking in the woods in high-heels.

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - Their parents, specifically; Sofia’s mother.

Sex:

Who is on top? - Both. It’s sometimes more Rusty than Sofia because he’s so addicted to watching her unfold beneath him, but they both enjoy being on top.

Who is the one to instigate things? - Both. I can’t honestly say it’s more one than the other because they both can not leave the other alone, they’re constantly having sex. Especially before when they were dating and had no responsibilities, they had sex everywhere, all the time, day or night. I’d like to believe if class was in session while she was teaching he’d show up and bend her over her desk and fuck her at work too, no place is safe with these two.

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now (literally)

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head | They’re not insanely kinky but they’re kinky enough in their own ways, obviously no horse heads or latex suits but there is definitely some strong kinks here.

How long do they normally last? - From a few minutes to hours to all night to days. There isn’t a specific time for them it ranges and they both have such a high sex drive I’m sure they could fuck for a week and still want more.

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - I’d like to believe so however I feel Rusty definitely loves making Sofia cum endlessly, especially when she’s pregnant and she can squirt everywhere and make a god awful mess. He loves it. He may not be doing drugs now but he’s still addicted to making Sofia his drug choice.

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it. - They’re rough. Lamps have been broken, headboards, plates, a TV, paintings, a sun lounger... when they’re rough they’re rough.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? - No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory. There is so much love in the after-care and cuddling that follows after they have sex it’s mind boggling that two people can go from wild animals to soft bunnies.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? - 4, they both grew up alone and Sofia never wants their kids to feel that way. Plus even if they don’t /plan/ on having those children it’ll just happen. They’re very fertile for a couple of fucked up kids.

How many children will they adopt? - I’m not sure, probably none if I’m honest, but who knows? Rusty was in the system so perhaps they may end up adopting for that very reason.

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? - I feel like they both do? Maybe Sofia more-so if Rusty’s at work but he helps out a lot.

Who is the stricter parent? - Rusty HAS to be. Sofia tries but no one ever takes her seriously and even though Rusty’s the fun dad, she has to rely on him to be stern.

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? - Sofia does because Rusty’s the god damn one encouraging it.

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - Both. They both do this, granted Sofia likes to prepare them the night before but both parents are involved.

Who is the more loved parent? - Sofia will say Rusty and Rusty will say Sofia. It’s a tie. They’re both loved equally.

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? Both of them, they won’t miss any of that. They love their kids and want to be as involved in their lives as possible.

Who cried the most at graduation? - Sofia did, but Rusty shared a few proud tears as well.

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? - Both of them but Rusty would do it in a way so Sofia wouldn’t find out about it because he wants to be the cool parent.

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? - Sofia does.

Who is the most picky in their food choice? - Sofia is, it’s a whole thing to do with her insecurities. She’s gotten a lot better but it’s still hard.

Who does the grocery shopping? - They both have to go because of their lifestyle, Rusty is essentially keeping her safe from the papaz when they shop.

How often do they bake desserts? - All the time. Sofia’s got a major sweet tooth especially when she’s pregnant, literally, the house turns into a bakery.

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - Meat. Sofia forces herself to eat salad but they are carnivores always.

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? - Rusty would surprise Sofia because she always cooks and when he does it’s just like the most precious this ever.

Who is more likely to suggest going out? - Rusty, but before they had kids. Now they mostly just eat at home.

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? - Both of them because they can’t leave one another alone so while they’re fucking on the counter the god damn place is going up in flames.

Chores:

Who cleans the room? - Both.

Who is really against chores? - Neither?

Who cleans up after the pets? - Rusty.

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - Sofia... no one ever looks anyways, right?

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - Sofia. All part of her issues, everythings gotta be perfect.

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? - Roman...kept it too.

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? - Sofia but she also makes Rusty take long baths too, it’s good for the skin!

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - They go as a family.

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - Every. Single. Holiday.

What are their goals for the relationship? - To last forever even when they hate each other.

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - Rusty.

Who plays the most pranks? - The both of them do because they’re big kids with water guns in California.

#Her Smile Was Like Sunshine But His Eyes Were Like The Ocean | Russell & Sofia #rustyparker

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naoisbroke · 18 days ago

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StF Safe Ship Week Day 2–✨Magic Gone Wrong✨

For day 2 I drew Marla and Emmaline!

Still just a sketch because I’m tired

The idea here is that Maria is trying to seem cool and show off, but Emmaline is just like “what a dork… ❤️”

Once again, thanks to @reverseenchancia for hosting!

#sofia the fandom #sofia the first #stf #cedfia dni #sofia the first au #sofia the first safe ship week #queen emmaline sofia the first #queen emmaline #marla sofia the first #marla the witch #emmaline/marla

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reverseenchancia · 1 month ago

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Can everyone participate in Sofia Week?

Of course! Just as long as everything is appropriate

#sofia the first #sofia the fandom #sofia the first fandom #sofia the first appreciation week 2024 #sofia the first safe ship week

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anticedfiaweek · 2 months ago

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Seeing something that shouldn't be in our fandom

#sofia the first #sofia the fandom #anti cedfia #anti proshitter #anti proship #fight to have a safe fandom #stf safe ship week 2024

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k01018018 · 4 years ago

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Okay but now do Skarred, but in Love is a Battlefield verse >:)

ULTIMATE SHIP MEME!

SEND IN TWO (OR MORE) NAMES AND I’LL FILL ALL THIS OUT ABOUT THE SHIP!

GENERAL:

How long will they last? - “I will protect him for as long as he needs.”

How quickly did/will they fall in love? - “When he bury his fist down Lyleth’s throat...I knew then...”

How was their first kiss? - “Soft. Barely touched my lips...I think it was just affection. Later he pressed me to the wall and we made out.”

WEDDING:

Who proposed? - “Neither. We just stopped threatening to leave. I bought a ring though because Xira said it made no sense to be so romantic, live together, share a bed, and not have documents proclaiming our marriage. ”

Who is the best man/men? - “Xira.”

Who is the braid’s maid(s)? - “Sofia.”

Who did the most planning?- “Xira and Sofia. Tigrenok and I just watched.”

Who stressed the most? - “Sofia.”

How fancy was the ceremony? - Back of a pickup truck | 2- we went to the forest, then to a lake, away from the noise of the city because it makes both us nervous| 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? - “Everyone but Sofia and Xira and that dog that just wont stop following us after Tigrenok fed it some scraps.”

SEX:

Who is on top? - “It depends. We’ve both been through a lot so most of the time it is soft and gentle, but there are days that he likes that sense of control, and others when I do. There are also moments of complete rage...towards those who did this to us...and...that’s when we’re bleeding and screaming and crying and fucking on top of some dead body, trying to feel anything at all.”

Who is the one to instigate things?- “Him mostly. I don’t instigate because I am scared of hurting.”

How healthy is their sex life? - Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? - Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? - “If we’re angry we can go hours. Normally I’d say a nice half and hour.”

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? - “I do not count them. I just enjoy. I make sure he enjoys too.”

How rough are they in bed? - Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time (really depends on the day) | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

CHILDREN:

How many children will they have naturally? - “None.”

How many children will they adopt?- “We may end up saving a few disenfranchised kids.”

Who gets stuck with the most diapers?- “I’ll do it.”

Who is the stricter parent? - “I would be. I’m terrified of losing....of...being a bad.... I couldn’t bear anything bad happening to a child.”

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school?- “Me.”

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? - “Tigrenok says bread and rice is not substantial. I lived off of that for many years though, so I do not understand.”

Who is the more loved parent? - “???”

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings?- “What are those?”

Who cried the most at graduation? - “We would both be crying.”

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law- “We would kill the prison guards and burn the building to its core.”

COOKING:

Who does the most cooking?- “We do it together...he’s better at it.”

Who is the most picky in their food choice?- “Me.”

Who does the grocery shopping? - “Together. Everything together. ”

How often do they bake desserts?- “Tigrenok makes them sometimes. He makes sure to lessen the sugar because I am sensitive... ”

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? - “Meat.”

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner- “Him.”

Who is more likely to suggest going out?- “I don’t like crowds too much...so he does. But we mostly do take out, or cook at home.”

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidentally while cooking?- “Uhm. One time....I....I don’t know how to work a stove.”

CHORES:

Who cleans the room? - “I do. I like organizing.”

Who is really against chores? - “Sometimes he complains...I just have to give him lots of kisses.”

Who cleans up after the pets? - “He does. He is the reason we are stuck with this dog....”

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? - “Him.”

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? - “I do...we don’t often have guests. We don’t trust anyone.”

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning- “I did. He’s wasting money if it gets stuck in couch cushions. I was upset about it. I still am.”

MISC:

Who takes the longer showers/baths?- “We both spend a lot of time in there...reflecting.”

Who takes the dog out for a walk? - “He does. Not my dog. I do not like that dog.”

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? - “He put up a black cat for Halloween once and said it looked like me. It’s been up for 3 years now.”

What are their goals for the relationship? - “To keep him safe. To never return to those dark places again. We are free...we are...we are okay now. We’re going to say okay.”

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? - “He sleeps so much....”

Who plays the most pranks? - “I do. >:) ”

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ofstoriesandstardust · 11 months ago

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she'll be the best you ever had if you let her (n.p.t.)

note: i'm not sure i totally LOVE this idea but @cottagecori is my resident enabler so you're getting 2k words of something i may or may not continue

cw: quote unquote affairs, swearing, bisexual reader, this won't be everyone's cup of tea and that's okay! it's not for you!, is this poetic genius or have i just been listening to too much phoebe bridgers

“and i can wish all that I want but it won’t bring us together”

December 2021

Your hand shakes as you move to wipe away the tear that began to fall down your face. Sam’s hand finds yours, squeezing.

“I’m sorry.” You hear your best friend whisper. “You didn’t deserve this. I’m sorry.”

May 2021

Meeting Natasha had been like coming home after a long day, warm and safe.

She’d been kind, chatting with you as there was a delay in the program, her nimble fingers brushing yours as she takes a booklet from you.

You’ll blame the redness of your cheeks on the beaming sun atop the retired Naval aircraft carrier before you’d ever admit such a short interaction had left you feeling so much.

And you know, in your soul, that you don’t typically enjoy nights out. Not in packed, crowded bars, certainly not surrounded by drunken military men.

But this part of your life is supposed to be different and it will never be different if you don’t make decisions you normally wouldn’t.

So with a twinkle in Sofia’s eye and a warm smile on her face, you link your arm with her and follow her off the looming ship on the shores of La Jolla.

Falling in love with Natasha is simple.

It’s easy, like falling asleep.

She’s as kind as she is strong-willed, a duality that shouldn’t exist together but does.

You can see, even from easy conversation, how much she cares about this team that she’s stationed with, how much they’re family to her.

(You’d worked with middle schoolers in your freshman year of college and they all thought you were 14. You knew.)

But Natasha isn’t him. She’s kind, and warm, and light. She listens to you on your good days and your bad days, makes you coffee on late nights as you slouch over books and an open Google doc, and brings you groceries when she knows you’ll be too busy to remember to do it yourself.

In short, Natasha loves you. To her, it’s simple and honestly, how could you not love her in return?

Natasha knows you and loves you. She loves you because she knows you.

Which is why it feels like a dagger cut so deep when Natasha admits to you that she knew.

November 2017

His fingers tremble with rage as he sets the paper down, barely breathing as he struggles to meet his partner’s eye.

“How long?” He whispers.

“Tom-”

“How. long.” He grits out.

Pete sighs. “Since August.”

“Three months.” He whispers. “Three months and you hid this from me the whole time?”

“You were sick Tom, I needed you to get better. You never would if you had known. And- And I hardly know anything as it is-”

“You know enough.” He spits out, eyes unable to look at just one piece of information on the papers scattered out in front of him. “And this girl? What do you plan to do?”

Pete sighs again. “She’s my daughter, Tom. I have to know her. I’d never forgive myself if I didn’t.” He whispers, a fact that is making bile rise in his still-healing throat.

“No.” He says with a quick shake of his head. “No. If you want to stay married to me, she stays out of our life.”

July 2021

“Okay, thoughts?” You say, stepping out into the living room.

“You look pretty!” Fran exclaims as Sam nods his head in agreement.

“But we’ve said that about all of them.”

You heave a sigh, flattening out the skirt of the dress. “I know but-”

“No buts. You look incredibly pretty and Nat is going to like you just as much as she did yesterday.” Sam says firmly.

You sigh again, glancing at him. “I wish you guys were coming with me.” You admit quietly before plopping down on the couch next to Fran.

Fran leans over to straighten the straps of the dress, as she offers you a knowing smile. “You’re gonna have a good time. Sam and I can entertain ourselves for an evening, you know.”

“I did live here for a while, remember!” Sam shouts from the kitchen.

When had he gone into the kitchen?

“You didn’t have to.” You whisper, taking the bunches of sunflowers from her.

“Let me take these from you.” Fran offers, before extending her other hand to Natasha. “You must be Natasha. I’m Fran. Sam’s in the kitchen. Babe, do you have a vase?”

Nat’s right hand finds your thigh, drawing circles into your skin with ehr thumb as she pulls out of your driveway.

“So remind me how you know Sam and Fran?”

“Sam and I had a mutual friend and ended up really hitting it off. They’re just visiting for the weekend. I’m actually staying in his family’s place right now.”