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[foxgloveinspace]

@a-little-lynx tagged me to make my username using song titles!! Thanks <3

(I have done this, twice now??? it's fun tho, and I like giving myself little challenges. This time I'm only using songs on fandom playlists!! except for X, which I might just leave cause I have like. One x song in my library lmoa)

F: Fight Milk! - Riley!

O: Oh, Death - SUGR?

X: ----

G: Give Me Love - Ed Sheeran

L: Light My Love - Greta Van Fleet

O: Overdrive - Conan Gray

V: Villain - Velvet Moon

E: Emotion - Daft Punk

I: If I Killed Someone For You - Alec Benjamin

N: Nobody - Hozier

S: Something In The Orange - Zach Bryan

P: Problems - Papa Roach

A: Alone - Halsey

C: Canyon Moon - Harry Styels

E: Everybody Wants To Rule The World - Tears For Fears

I'll tag @branches-in-a-flood @bluesey-182 @blue-lollipops-and-ice-clouds @mayuzumiiis and @ anyone who wants to do this! (as always, no pressure to do this game if you don't want to!! <3)

[necrotic-nephilim]

do you ship helena bertinelli with anyone? if yes, then which characters and why? what's your favorite helena ship? do you have any helena rarepairs? (i know you've talked about helena/steph and you're so right about it, it's a very interesting ship)

!!!! i have so many ships for my best girl ever yes oh my god thank you for asking.

my top pairing is probably Vic Sage/the Question. Vic is the basic answer, but man. i love them so much. no couple has matched each other's freak like that have. Justice League Unlimited is a great adaptation of Helena in general, but it also did a great adaptation of Helena and Vic's relationship. how he just dedicates himself to helping her with no expected return, but also wants to make sure she doesn't go too far in a hunt for vengeance that never ends for her. i think a lot of characters often want to change Helena or expect things out of her for their own needs, like the Batfam and the BoP. but Vic is one of the few people who just wants her to be better for her own good. when he tries to stop her from killing it's not because of his morals, it's because he doesn't want this crusade to consume her. and i just. man i think about them a lot. Helena rlly likes weird little men who give themselves wholly to her.

Zinda Blake/Lady Blackhawk is also a top ship for me. tbh i just like Zinda. but i do love how Helena and Zinda interact, being the more rough and tumble members of the BoP. they're both outsiders, in different ways. Helena is an outsider of the Batfam and Zinda is literally from a different time and an outsider to the current world. their friendship is so genuine and i think if Babs and Dinah can have. whatever homoerotic nonsense going on during BoP, then Zinda and Helena deserve some homoerotic nonsense too. as a treat.

if we're willing to count New-52 Helena, then i enjoy Helena/Dick/Tiger. i think Helena and Dick being a past relationship is really important in pre-Flashpoint for Helena's development, though i don't ship them as a serious couple beyond a fling. but in the New-52, i think this throuple be fun. Helena and Tiger respect each other as two very driven, no-nonsense agents and then well. they both clearly have some kind of thing for Dick. so it's fun finding the balance of how they could all work together romantically.

and ofc. it's a crime to mention Helena ships and not mention Renee Montoya/the Question. every time they interact it's really fucking gay. it's so gay that Kate Kane, Renee's own ex, assumed Helena and Renee were gay. i cannot be convinced against this ship. i genuinely think this ship should be canon. i mean. DC did tease us with this moment from an alternate universe and it's lived rent for me since. fucking criminal for us to only get one panel of what we could have if DC let Helena be a fruit in the main universe. being in love with Helena Bertinelli should be a right of passage for the Question mantle, i personally believe. if you asked me like. genuinely who i want to see Helena date in the current comics, Renee is my top pick. (i would say Vic but he's fucking dead and the New-52 butchered him so rip my mans-)

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besides those ships, just about every ship for Helena probably falls into the category of rarepair. like you said i've talked about my love for Helena/Steph before bc god. i think it should be a thing more people ship. once i finish the fic i'm writing about them i will convince others to like it.

i also think Helena/Cass could be fun. in a *lot* of ways Helena and Cass are narrative parallels to each other. Helena was a victim of her family being murdered at about the same age Cass was forced to be a murderer. Helena grows up to believe in lethal justice because of this, and Cass grows up to be staunchly against it. Cass' Batgirl suit was made *by* Helena. they both want to be protectors of the most vulnerable people. they balance each other out in a lot of ways and i think they should kiss about it.

also probably a rarepair, i think Helena/Lady Shiva is fun. their fight during Birds of Prey (2010) had... questionable moments for Helena's characterization, but i do love so much that Helena knocks Shiva off her feet and gains a deep respect from Shiva. like. Shiva gives her a nickname and shows her admiration. i would like to see fanfic where Shiva continues to be weirdly admirable of Helena and bothering her non-stop. they could be a fun fucked up toxic yuri moment. this is just. so gay to me.

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my most rare Helena pair would probably be Helena Wayne, actually. but specifically Helena Wayne of JSA (2022). ever since, for some reason, it was made canon that the current Helena Wayne was named after Helena Bertinelli and took the name Huntress to honor her i *cannot* stop thinking about them meeting. because in-universe it makes *no* fucking sense for Bruce to name his kid after *Helena Bertinelli*, someone he's regularly at odds with and doesn't like. it's clearly an awkward explanation to try to make the whole two Huntress situation make sense. (it's almost as bad as Helena Wayne in the New-52 using Helena Bertinelli as an alias.) but because it's such an odd choice, i do think it could be fun for Helena Wayne, when she's back in time to see Bruce, to find Helena Bertinelli to get to know the woman she was named after and Helena Bertinelli just being. baffled by the idea of *Batman* naming his kid after her. it could be a fun fucked up moment.

my other super rarepair is Kara Zor-L/Power Girl. they had like. one meaningful interaction of JSA Classified and it's been PLAGUING me. something about when Power Girl doesn't remember her past and she's seeking a friend, she instinctively goes to find Huntress? but it's wrong bc this isn't *her* Huntress and neither of them understand why Power Girl would seek Helena out? god it's so good. i'm always a big fan of ships where one person in the ship is *so* obviously using the other person as a replacement for someone they lost and they both know it. it's such a doomed angsty thing where you could play with Helena actually really liking Kara, but knowing that she's just a replacement for Kara's Helena Wayne. good fucked up shit man.

and lastly: i really ship her with Dawn Granger/Dove. there's no canon basis for this, they didn't have a ton of interactions even when they were both on the BoP. but there's a very kind innocence to Dawn that contrasts Helena's violence really well. and i do love a ship with a corruption kink vibe to it. let Helena corrupt Dawn. i could write such fucked up porn about these two.

[chericheribaby]

🥰📚✨ for the fic recs ask game!! (and never apologize for drarry <3)

Cass you are always indulging me, and just because of that all of these are going to be Drarry, thank you<3

🥰 A fic that gives you warm fuzzy feelings

The first one I can think of is Thermodynamic Equilibrium by DorthyAnn on ao3 which is hot/cold dynamics and cuddling and fluff in general so, highly recommended!!

📚 A fic you wish you could display on your bookshelf

I will always rec this fic but Harry Potter and the Welcome to the World of Grey by @sobcicles and its sequel Draco Malfoy and the Path to Paradise, those two are one of the best duologies I've read in a long time. The storytelling is marvellous and the author works with morality and violence and anger beautifully, I re-read it whenever I have time because it feels like coming home<3 I hope I can book-bind them someday because I love them so<3

✨ A fic you wish you could read again for the first time

There are two in specific that comes to mind at the moment, the first one is Now I Know In Part by @dodgerkedavra who writes Drarry beautifully and I was so enthralled by that fic that I couldn't put it down once I started reading it, the idea, the execution, their dynamic is just so good. The second one is The Greatest Game by @sleepstxtic-drarry and for the life of me I know next to nothing about tennis, but you don't need to, in order to read this fic. Is one of those fics when you can tell the author knows so much about a certain subject you can'.t help but enjoy it. The tension, the narrative, the rivalry, it has it all.

I wish I could read these for the first time again.

[simpingforheros]

I need more of the Jason Todd wife’s story cause you ATEEEE

Jason Broke What??

Pairing: Jason Todd X Female! Reader

Summary: Dick played stupid games and won stupid prizes, but at least he got to see his sister in law’s ass.

Warning: 18+, NSFW CONTENT, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, Not Proofread . Female Pronouns and Anatomy, Dirty talk, Degeragtion/Praise, Violence Against Richard Grayson, Smut, Fluff, Comedy, P in V, Illusions to Anal (fem receiving), Voyeurism, Oral (p and a) (fem receiving), Fingering (fem receiving), Implied Heavy Petting, Nonconsensual Peeping Tom, Masturbation, and plot twist.

A/N: Part 3 to Jason’s Girl?? And Jason’s Wife?! . And again, I'm sorry to keep harassing you Pookie, @jjenthusee, but I feel its only right that you be tagged in the conclusion of this trilogy because you started all of this.

A/N: IM BACK, BABES! You miss me? I miss you all. Thanks for the thoughts and prayers during my break to take care of my family. Also if this fic seems rough, I was writing this in my car during break. Also, I know one of my big no-nos is accepting requests for full fanfics but I had an idea and if the masses want to see more of Dick's misery then I wanna feed yall.

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The holidays were everyone’s favorite time of the year. Especially Bruce and Alfred’s. Surprisingly, Bruce developed a love for them later in his adult life due to his years of constantly having to play Santa to his growing hoard of sidekicks. Now with a manor full of teens and children from multiple different backgrounds and cultures, Alfred proposes a family trip to their private ski resort.

Everything was going smoothly. Tim, Bernard, and Stephane were enjoying ice skating along the frozen lake while Duke, Cass, and Damian were skiing down large hills and mountains trying to out do the other. Bruce and Selina were of course mostly confined to their bedroom, only venturing out for a dinner date or to spend time with the family, while Alfred enjoyed taking a break from everyone doing whatever he delighted himself in doing.

Everyone was happy..

Except for Dick. This year was one of the worst for him. Kori started officially dating Roy Harper after some mission she was involved in with the Outlaws and Barbra didn’t want to see him anymore. And to make matters worse, Jason and his wife of a year were all over each other.

Dick couldn’t even do anything without his brother being there, unintentionally rubbing his healthy love life in his face.

Wanted to go skiing? Jason was already there. His large hands were sturdy on (Y/N)'s back as he was showing her as she was balancing on a snowboard. Her curves were highlighted in the snow by her red snowsuit that just so happened to match Jason's black and red suit. Her eyes light up through her snow goggles as she successfully maneuvers around the terrain with Jason's loud praises.

Wanted to go ice skating? The Todds were already there stumbling over each other as Jason's normally composed stance wavers in his ice skates as his blushing wife giggles and helps him slowly adjust to the new feeling of unease. For a viglieante, he certainly didn't skate like one. Dick wasn't exactly fond of witnessing his younger brother purposefully comp a feel of (Y/N)'s perky ass as he 'stumbles' into her.

Even relaxing in the main room of the huge million dollar cabin was impossible as the moment the moon shines bright in the sky or the sun barely kisses their existence, Jason and (Y/N) were so domestically in tune with the room. It was almost like witnessing a Hallmark movie.

The couple would be in the kitchen with Jason preparing a simple soup with her propped up on the counter, ready to taste the soup when he offered her the wooden spoon. A mischievous glint in her eyes as she looked up into his own as she hums at the taste. Dick nearly cringes when he witnesses Jason's sideways smirk as he flexes his hand on her hip.

Sometimes the couple would be sitting on the sofa near the fire. A thick wool blanket wrapped around them as they relaxed into each other. Dick tries not to acknowledge them. Not to recognize the softness of Jason's features as he lazily enjoys his wife's nails lightly scratching his scalp. Not to recognize her plump lips curving deeper as the blanket shifts slightly and Jason's hand caresses her thigh higher than he should. It was especially bad when they would whisper into each other's ears before the pair would hurrily go to their room in a whisper of an excuse of faux exhaustion before giggling as they lock themselves away.

Thankfully, they did those sinful acts of love away from Dick at least. .. Or so he thought.... ++++++++++++++++++++++++++

It was a skiing accident that started the whole ordeal.

The Bat family had been skiing down the steepest hill they could find out of Stephanie and Damian's petty competition that everyone decided to get involved in. The only members that weren't there were Alfred, who demanded that none of the family ever mention putting him in skiis anywhere near his presence, and the Todds.

Much to Dick's relief, (Y/N) was feeling a bit nauseous and decided to stay behind along with the concerned Red Hood.

Unfortunately, the friendly competition took a turn when Dick accidentally sleds over a rock which caused him to fly off his skis and tumble down the hill. The fiery ache in his arm gave the acrobat a headache as he desperately hoped he didn't break his arm in a lame skiing accident.

"Son of a bitch!" He curses as Bruce skies down to check on him.

"Are you alright?" His adoptive father asks as he carefully helps him up. Dick's eye watering as he jerks his injured arm away from Bruce as he accidentally brushes against it.

Bruce notices the jerk and immediately takes the arm in a gentle grasp as he clinically flexes and prodes at the appendage. Dick nearly cursing as Selina and Damian come down to check on him.

"I don't think its anything too serious," Bruce says as he pulls away. "At worst, you probably have a hairline fracture in it. Alfred would have to check it out just to make sure."

Selina, acting as the pseudo- stepmother figure she was, gently places a hand on Dick's shoulder as she ask, "Do you need me to drop you off at the cabin?"

The eldest son shakes his head before grumbling, "I can make it back on my own. I could use some alone time anyway."

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Unfortunately, Dick doesn't find Alfred when he comes back to the cabin after walking back in the cold snow. Only a note reading,

'I've gone to an event at the main resort tonight. Please contact me through the main resort hotline and I promise to get back to you- Alfred'

"Fucking great..." Dick groans as he decides to just head to bed. His body aches from the trauma of the fall as he drags his feet up the large staircase and up to the main hallway towards the suites bedrooms. It wasn't until a faint but familiar sound that caused the fatigue in him to melt.

The familiar sound of breathlessness that he had only heard one angel sing before. (Y/N)...

As he discreetly walked down the hallway, the melody of whines and moans filled his ears along with the familiar sounds of slurping and squelching.

The cracked door to Pandora's Box calling to him as he hears the whimpers of, "Fuck, baby...."

"Ah not there! Its so embarrassing...."

"Jason, more..."

Dick peers into the door to see something that he wished he could snap a picture of and keep forever just like he did those videos.

Sprawled out on the bed was her in all of her glory. Her skin glowing in perspiration and pleasure as she lays with her cheek pressed against the mattress with her round globes of flesh in the air. Her eyes clouded with tears and desperation as she looks over her shoulder to her lover as her glossy lips whimper.

Jason was only in his tight black boxers as his hand squished the soft flesh of her cheek to the side. His eyes staring back into hers with the same pathetic lust and dominance that he always had as he eats her out from behind. His nose appearing and disappearing in the crack as his tongue plays a cruel game of tag.

His slow, lugritive strokes down to her puffy clit interchange with the rough darting over her pulsing hole before sofly licking up to her puckered hole. His fingers never leaving her neglected as he would hold her pussy open before lazily playing with her clit in between licks.

"Jason, quit being a tease..." She whines before yelping as he roughly pinches her clit. His mouth pulling away from her as she whines.

He begins to slowly tease her folds as he scolds her softly, "I didn't ask for you to be ungrateful."

Her hips jittering to regain some friction before he smacks her ass as he continues. Her whimpers of pain causing Dick's own cock to jump in his pants as he tries to ignore his brother as he kept his eyes on (Y/N). His hand slowly releasing his cock from his ski pants as he continues to watch the scene before him.

"Here I am trying to take care of you after you've been sick all day and all I get in return is some sass." Jason scolds cruelly before he inserts two fingers roughly into her cunt. Her cheeks burning hot under her tear stained skin as her body welcomes him with a sicking squelch as she mumbles.

"I-i'm sorry baby..."

Jason's gaze softens before a mocking look of sympathy appears on his face as he begins to thrust his fingers into her. The slight curve of his hand memorizing her body as he instantly found her G-Spot as she cries in pleasure.

"It's okay, Ma." He coos as he presses open kisses to her shoulders and back as he begins to brutally pound her cunt with his fingers. Her eyes jumping back into her skull as he continues to assault her senses as he says.

"You can't help it that you are sick as a dog in the mornings and then a raging whore at night...Afterall," Jay whispers as his mouth slowly decends back down her body. "Little bit isn't making this easy for you, is she?"

She desperately nods as she tries to roll her hips back to meet his hand as he chuckles at her. "It's alright. I'll take care of you, Baby, but I want you to take care of me too. We are family..."

His mouth instantly attacks her puckered asshole just as she seizes up and orgasms as her eyes roll back into her skull. Her desperate sobs turn into overstimulated whimpers as Jason doesn't let up on her abused holes.

It wasn't until she was still that he raised up and pulled his boxers down. His smirk grew to a shit-eating grin as despite her tired face, she wiggled her hips, ready for him to take her.

"Ass or Cunt?"Jason asks as he jerks his bright angry cock.

Her lips curl in a lazy grin as she says, "Both."

"That's my girl." He says as he lines his tip up with her pussy as he slowly pushes in.

Her whimper along with his groan of relief as his hips slowly meet hers. His upper body bends down to meet her lips in a deep kiss as his hips meet her ass. His hand slides around the plushness of her hip to rest on her lower stomach as he whispers to her mouth.

"Maybe it's not too late to give Little Bit a sibling."

She giggles before she presses another peck to his lips before he rises back up to place his foot adjacent to her knee. Not giving her any more time to adjust, his hips begin to slowly thrust into her quivering body as his hand keeps a tight grip on her asscheek, spreading her open. His cerulean eyes trained on the creamy ring that was slowly developing on the base of his thick cock as he disappears deep inside her.

"Jason..." (Y/N) whimpers as his pace begins to increase.

"God, how is she still so tight?" He groans as his hips begin to snap into hers, his eyes wide as he watches her ass ripple at the growing intensity of his thrusts.

Dick's own hand tries to match the pace as he tries to imagine he was the one fucking her instead of Jason. That he wasn't the one pathetically fucking his fist outside of his brother's room with his other arm possibly fractured.

Her face contorting in pure ecstasy as her manicured nails tear into the comforter. Her wedding rings shining in the low light of the room as Jason's own wedding band disappears in her hair. His grip looks unforgiving as he forces her head deeper into the mattress. His free hand stretching as his thumb circles her ass with light pressure as she cries into the plush bedding.

"Fuck you look so pretty." Jason moans as he slowly fucks his thumb centimeter by centimeter into her ass as gently as he could as his hips abuse her cunt. "I wonder how much prettier you would look with my cum dripping out of his cute little ass and pussy. You think everyone will notice you limping?"

He chuckles as he manages to fill her to the first knuckle as he stops his pace to grind into her, letting the feeling of him invading both of her hole and filling her sink in.

Her hips trembling as she tries to create more friction as her sobful begging wasn't even intelligible as he kept her head down. From the impossibly growing slick on his thighs, it was obvious that her orgasm was coming again and soon as Jason's free hand releases her hair and instead pulls her up flushed against his chest.

Her wanton cries filling the room as she was now exposed for the first time to the room. Her bare breast were littered in dark hickies as Jason's hand comes to paw at her tits. Her arms reaching back as one tangles at the nape of his neck and the other cupping his ass, encouraging him to continue.

"Please..." She begs as trembles in his hold. "Please fuck me...fuck all my holes please. I'm yours to do as you please..."

Jason smiles softly before kissing her cheek. "Good girl...that's my good, sweet little wife..."

His praises never end as his hips begin to snap into her at a brutal pace. Both of their voices became higher in pitch as they began to get lost in each other.

"That's it. Take it. Take it all. It's all for you and you only."

"You're doing so good. No one has such a soft, loving heart and cunt like yours..."

"I love you so much."

"I love you too" She manages to reply back before it hits her.

It was then that she screamed out Jason's name as her coil snapped inside her. Her eyes roll back again as her walls squeeze his cock as he follows her with a rough cry.

Dick quickly covers his mouth as his own orgasm hits him after he managed to not make a mess and not be discovered so far.

The base of Jason's cock is a mess as their releases flow down and drip before the pair calms down with a soft kiss on each other's lips. His cock pulls out of her as he massages her lower stomach gently as he pulls away. His eyes shone in pure admiration and concern.

"You okay?" Jason asks softly as he cups her face.

Her tired eyes staring at his lovingly as she whispers. "Yea...Can I have some water before we go again?"

They both smirk at eachother before Jason pecks her lips as he mumbles. "You're insatiable."

He stands up from the bed as she collapses into the pillow. He pulls on his boxers and heads to the door before Dick even recognizes out of his lust full daze. He didn't have time to react as Jason swings open the door to the pathetic sight before him.

Dick 'Motherfucking' Grayson was peeping into his brother's room. Watching his brother making love to his wife. And jerking off to it.

Before Dick could explain, Jason's face twists in anger as his cold glare indicating that this maybe Nightwing's last day on Earth.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!"

And like that Dick tries to run away back down the large stair case as Jason chases him to beat his ass. Karma is an ugly bitch because just as the front door was opening, Dick violently twists away from Jason's grasps so hard that he tumbles down the stairs with a large crack and several gasps indicating the end of the vacation.

And that was the story of how Jason broke Dick's arm and little Richard after he caught him being a weirdo.

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A/N: I swear I'm not a Dick Grayson hater, but I think its kind of tradition now to always rip on him in this miniseries. I hope y'all enjoyed it and please comment what you liked and didn't like about this. I swear I'll actually start cleaning out my drafts soon.

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@simpingforheros fanfic. I DO NOT CONDONE OR CONSENT TO MY POSTS OR WORKS BEING PUBLISHED, PLAGERIZED, STOLEN, REBLOGGED, OR COPIED ONTO ANY OTHER WEBSITE OR BLOG.

[jeff-the-innkeeper]

10 Characters, 10 Fandoms

RULES: List your ten favorite characters from ten separate fandoms, then tag ten people!

Thank you @vvatchword for tagging me!!

A few of my favourite characters are the ones that I hyperfixated on years ago and then daydreamed/wrote a ton of fic about so the versions that exist in my head are probably incredibly different than canon, bare with me on this lmao

in some vague sort of order…

1. Joel (The Last of Us)

2. Atlas (Bioshock)

3. Emily Kaldwin (Dishonored 2)

4. Ed Teach (Our Flag Means Death)

5. Crowley (Good Omens)

6. Yang Xiao Long (RWBY)

7. Cass (Fallout New Vegas)

8. Jotaro Kujo (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure)

9. Vergil (DmC Devil May Cry)

10. Baragon (Godzilla)

i tag uhhh

@stedebonnit @everything-is-by-design @viperra1 @paleoleigh @falloutnewnobody @annihilatius @f0ntainefuturistics @skripsy @firey-the-blaze @iightbringer

[sugrhigh]

BOY NEXT DOOR 3 - ( c.s )

part two

summary- you and your roommates live beside a bunch of senior hockey players, one of them being the infamous team captain chris sturniolo. he’s effortlessly flirty and undeniably attractive, but he’s also a pain in your ass. you find that you have to fight between lust and hatred as you finally get to know the boy next door, whether you want to or not.

warnings- swearing, a bit of drinking

neighbor/hockey!chris x fem!reader

a/n: part three baby here we go! hope you guys enjoy!! if i forgot a tag it either wouldn’t let me or i missed it (if i missed u pls comment and i’ll fix it right up). anyways kisses for u all i hope ur having a good day, my inbox is open for anything as always MWAH

@cutenote @mattybsbitch @mattsmunch @breeloveschris @l9vesick @bb-1s-blog @sturnifyed @julessspoetry @annamcdonalds67 @beijhe @gnxosblog @braindead4l @hearts4matty @orangeypepsi @luckistar-posts @angelworldspost @ponyosturniolo @rainyenthusiastdaze @heartz4chris @sturnvvz @cupidsword @wurlibydominicfike @mattswrld @yoursopretty15 @poopydroopt @latinasforchrizz @bernardsleftbootycheek @trilliwarner

it’s been a day since the kiss, and you still haven’t told a single soul. for some reason, you’re way too scared to admit what happened to your roommates, even though you know they’d be the last to judge you for it.

and yet you just can’t, despite the fact that it’s been eating you alive for over twenty-four hours straight. saying it out loud makes it real, so you decided it was best to keep it inside.

however, you still need to give chris his jersey back, which you’ve been neglecting to do because you don’t want to see him.

or maybe because you’re scared.

it’s an involuntary thought, and it makes you angry. there’s nothing to be scared of, because he doesn’t have any power over you.

right?

you grab his jersey off the top of your dresser. it’s all clean, and it still smells like detergent from when you washed it yesterday. you’ve been putting it off all day, and it’s time for that to stop.

the sun is nearly gone, so you head down the stairs, silently thankful that ramona and cassidy are both are both runnings errands as you slip out the front door.

you’re in your comfy clothes, black sweats and baby blue hoodie that you stole from cass, and you’re immediately regretting the fact that you didn’t grab a jacket.

you hurry across the lawn, passing the cars parked in the driveway. there’s an unfamiliar red one at the end, and it almost makes you pause, but the possibility doesn’t fully connect in your mind yet.

so you head up the steps and knock on the door loudly, still very much so a woman on a mission.

it takes a moment, a long moment, before someone comes to open it for you. it’s connor, which is unfortunate, because you really weren’t prepared to speak with anyone besides the one boy you’re actually looking for.

he looks a little confused, but he smiles nonetheless. “what’s up?”

“i’m just, uh, trying to drop off chris’s jersey.” any bit of confidence you had is gone now as you choke on your words.

connor’s eyes widen a little as his grin fades, though you can tell he’s trying to play it off. “he’s a little busy right now, but i’ll get it to him.”

your eyebrows furrow as he reaches his arms out, like he’s trying to rush the process along without any more interrogation.

“busy with what?” you question, though you hand it over regardless.

he looks at you for just a half a second too long, like he’s waiting for you to piece it together, and then it clicks. chris is busy because he has a girl over, and that’s her car in the driveway.

you wish it didn’t phase you, but you can feel your face morphing into an emotion that borders disgust and anger.

“oh, i see.” is all you say, because you’re already fucking embarrassed beyond belief.

you turn and head back down the stairs, trying to ignore the way your stomach is flipping like you’re going to throw up.

connor doesn’t say anything. instead you hear the door close, and you feel completely numb as you walk back to your own porch. part of it is because of the cold, and part of it is because you feel so stupid.

you’re not sure what you were expecting, but that was exactly what you should’ve anticipated knowing chris.

you step back into the warmth of your own home, and even when you close and lock the door, a shiver chases you.

you head back up to your bedroom, kicking your shoes off by the door. you want further confirmation, so you peek through the curtains that hang over your window.

chris’s room, which is coincidentally directly across from yours, reveals nothing besides a dim light that peeks through the closed blinds.

you let the drapes fall back into place, still in shock. it was so ridiculous to believe for even a second that he was any different than he had been for the last six months.

you should’ve taken him at his word. he doesn’t date, and he’s not interested in you beyond teasing you or making you look like an idiot.

and you refuse to be taken for a fool.

you pace along the floor for a second until you decide you deserve some wine. you know there’s at least half a bottle in the fridge, and maybe it’ll help you calm the hell down.

a few minutes later you’re back upstairs, huddled up in your bed with a book you had started earlier in the day, sipping from your glass as you read.

it’s hard to fall into the fantasy world you picked out at first, but then you begin to feel your cheeks flush and your eyes are suddenly devouring the words.

you’re so enveloped in the plot, completely unaware that your roommates had gotten home until ramona walks in. it startles you, so much so that you lose your page.

she pauses to take in your state; the empty glass, the minimal leftovers in the bottle you brought with you, your droopy eyes.

“wine before 7 p.m. on the lord’s day? you’re crazy.” she jokes with a grin.

you shrug, also smiling a little bit. “felt like getting a little wild.”

mona puts a hand on her hip and nods toward the door she just entered through. “well, could i maybe convince you to take this crazy train downstairs so we can catch up on VPR? we’re like, three episodes behind now.”

you snap your book closed and roll out of bed, which you can tell by her snort looks far from graceful.

“all you had to say was VPR.”

you sit at your desk, gnawing on your bottom lip as you try to focus on the stupid online homework prompts that are due soon. the overcast afternoon light pours into your room, and you hear your phone buzz against the wood.

chris

still playing hard to get?

you roll your eyes before you can help it. the text doesn’t surprise you, because he’s been messaging you for the past few days, ever since he inevitably found out you stopped by from connor.

chris

that’s clearly a yes.

you wonder how many times he’s going to text you as you put your phone down to pull your hair out of your face, tying it up at the back of your head.

once again, you hear the device vibrate, and you flip it to glance at the screen.

chris

i can see you ignoring me you know

your eyes betray you as you glance out the window, just to find chris standing in front of his own. he’s pouting at you with his phone in his hand, hair all curly and damp like he just got out of the shower.

you stand up from your chair without a second thought and take a few steps so you can yank your curtains closed.

he might refuse to believe it, but you’re not playing hard to get. you just can’t fucking stand him.

chris

now that’s just cold

come onnnnnn princess

y/n

holy shit

do NOT call me princess

chris

you love it

y/n

i hate you

chris

if you don’t stop this i’m coming over there

y/n

i’d like to see you try asshole

chris

fine.

you pull back one curtain to call his bluff, and your heart actually drops when you see that he’s not standing there anymore. that just means he’s probably on his way over already.

you have no idea if cass or ramona are home or in their rooms or what. but you do know that you’re locking your door, and if he makes it through the house undetected he’s not getting into your room.

you sit on the edge of your bed for a moment, waiting because you don’t know what else to do with yourself. and then the knock comes, right before chris twists the handle and finds it locked.

“open up.” he demands, his gruff voice muffled through the door.

“no.”

“i’ll go downstairs and get cass if you don’t let me in.” he threatens, which doesn’t really scare you.

cassidy will kick his ass out if she realizes you don’t want him here. you’ll have to explain some things, but it’s probably time to do that anyways.

“you’re being a baby and you’re wasting your time. go home, chris.” you reiterate.

“come on, i just want to talk.” he wiggles the handle once again, like that will somehow open it.

“then call a sex addiction helpline.” you reply hotly, glaring at the slab of wood that separates you as if you can actually see him, though you’re glad you can’t.

“can you please open the door?”

“nope.”

“jesus, you’re so stubborn it’s ridiculous.” he groans, and you hear his forehead thump against the door.

he’s growing frustrated now, and even though you’re heated too, you kind of love it.

“so are you! how many times do i have to tell you to leave?” you shoot back.

it’s silent for a moment, which scares you. then you hear a small sigh.

“i didn’t think i would have to do this.”

the lock on the door begins to twist and turn rapidly, and you leap forward to grab it with your hand.

chris twists it hard and your fingers fumble to keep it jammed. your thumb is already in pain, and the harder he pushes the closer you are to failing. you’re finally forced to let go as chris comes shoving his way into your room a few seconds later.

even though he stumbles slightly, he looks so proud of himself, clutching the heavy duty paper clip he used to get inside.

“there, that’s better.” he says smugly.

you watch his eyes take in your room, covered in posters and full of random artifacts, and you hate it. for some reason, it feels deeply personal.

“holy shit, why don’t you just go home already?”

it’s impossible to keep your tone level anymore as you turn away from him.

“i’m here now, so you have to talk to me.”

“no, i really don’t.” you reply before plopping down onto your mattress, crossing your arms as you lean against the headboard.

“don’t be a brat.” chris follows your lead, even though you weren’t inviting him to join you.

he falls beside you, sprawling out on his back by your feet. his shirt raises over his sweats, exposing a bit of skin above the band of his boxers, and you have to tear your eyes away.

you can feel the warmth of his body, can smell his aftershave mixed with hints of some kind of fresh body wash, and all of it drives you crazy.

you curl your body into itself so there’s as much distance between the two of you as possible.

“why are you so mad?” chris turns his head slightly so he can look at you.

“i’m not mad, you just disgust me.”

this makes him smile. “i beg to differ, i think you like me.”

without hesitation, you extend one leg to kick him in his side. even though it’s not very forceful, he lets out a little groan of surprise, hand going to rub his hip as he frowns.

“you didn’t have to kick me, damn.”

“you deserved that.” you argue, tucking your knees back to your chest.

this time he stays silent and just looks at you. his eyes scan your face, darting down to your lips every other second, and you’re suddenly very aware of your surroundings.

“what the fuck are you staring at?” you ask in a brief moment of panic.

his eyes are so unnerving. it’s like he can see right through you.

“you’re pretty.” chris shrugs before averting his gaze back to the ceiling.

your face flushes, and you force yourself to remember the embarrassment from the other day, how stupid you felt after discovering that he’s still the same old player that sits beside you now.

“shouldn’t you be giving some other girl an STD or something?” you snap, and he huffs out a breathy laugh.

“first of all, i’m totally clean. and if you’d actually let me explain, you’d realize the girl that was over on sunday is just an ex fling who was picking up some old stuff.”

his clarification shocks you, though you still don’t necessarily believe it yet. he could be lying, even though it doesn’t seem like he is.

“you’re seriously telling me you weren’t hooking up with her?” you ask.

“it was strictly platonic. nothing happened.” he confirms, shifting to face you again.

chris lifts his hand to trace gentle patterns along your shins, and you don’t shy away this time. the feeling of his palms, even when separated by your leggings, is far nicer than you imagined.

“okay.” you mutter simply.

“you’ve been ignoring me the entire week and all i get is an ‘okay’?” he halts his movements so he can curl his fingers into air quotes.

“what would you like me to say?”

“an apology would be a nice start.”

you bark out a laugh. “an apology for what? for not talking to you? because i really didn’t take you for the sensitive type.”

he just shakes his head, nudging your legs with one of his knuckles lightly. “god, you and that headstrong attitude will be the death of me.”

“can’t wait.” you quip back, and now its his turn to chuckle.

silence settles over the two of you for a moment, and you’ve been far too close for too long, so you move to stand once again.

“alright, well, we talked. time for you to get lost.” you motion toward the door.

chris sits up, running a hand through his messy hair before he replies. “look, we don’t have another game until sunday, so we’re hosting at the house tomorrow. you should come.”

you raise an eyebrow and tap your chin, like you’re really contemplating. “i’ll have to think about it.”

“please? it’ll only be fun if you go.” he flashes you a charming smile, and you hate that it actually does kind of work.

“maybe i’ll make a special appearance. maybe.” you point a wary finger at him as he gets back on his feet.

“that’s what i like to hear.” chris says, making his way toward you.

you expect him to pass right by, but he lingers, like there’s something else on his mind. he stares down at you with those big blue eyes, and you can feel yourself slipping into dangerous territory.

“is there something else?” you ask softly, and the sound of your voice is maddening to him.

you don’t even try to tempt chris on purpose, he knows this, and yet everything about you is so enticing. not to mention he hasn’t been able to stop thinking about the kiss since it happened, or that pretty little mouth of yours.

but he shakes his head again, because the things he’s thinking about you so early on in this strange relationship frighten him.

“uh, no, sorry. i’ll see you tomorrow, hopefully.”

and then he blows right by you without waiting for a response, disappearing just as quickly as he arrived.

[hellodarling1357]

Tiny Toes: Part 3 - Cassian x Reader

And now we have Cassian and reader telling Ottie about their relationship!!

I know absolutely nothing about child speech development, so if Ottie seems to be talking too much for a 2.5 year old, let’s just say it’s a fae thing 🤷‍♀️

Here's part 1 and part 2 if you need to catch up! And please let me know if you want to be added to the tag list, or if I have accidentally left you off of it!

If you have any requests for this series, send them in! Writing Tiny Toes is bringing me so much joy 😍

A/N: they wanted to wait a little while before telling Ottie to see if they would actually work as a couple

Word Count: 2.7k

“I want to tell her.”

Looking up from your book, you quirked your head at Cassian, noting his continuous pacing across the length of your bedroom and his hand tousled hair.

“Okay, we’ll tell her,” Sitting up from your spot against the soft pillows, you put your book down and curled your knees to your chest.

Cassian let out an exasperated noise as he ran a hand through his hair for the umpteenth time, looking at you intensely for a moment before continuing his pacing.

“Or we can wait.” You counted, this was entirely up to him, however, and whenever, you ended up telling Ottie, it would be on his terms. Another frustrated noise had you fighting back a giggle before letting out a small sigh as Cassian fully collapsed onto the bed beside you. You watched in amusement as he rolled onto his side, smushing his face against the skin of your thigh. You moved your hand down to trail your fingers through his hair, giving him the space and silence to process his thoughts.

“I don’t know what to do.” His voice was muffled against your skin, but he leant into your touch, eyes closing at the feel of the soft tugs at his scalp.

After a few minutes of silence, Cassian let out a sigh then pressed a trail of kisses along your thigh before shifting his head to look up at you.

“Hi,” You whispered, a small smile gracing your features as you pushed the stray pieces of hair out of his face.

“Hi,” He whispered back, pressing another kiss to your soft skin before hauling himself up to lean against the headboard and tugging you towards him until you were cuddled against his side, his head now burrowed into your neck as he trailed patterns along your hip.

“Cassian, we don’t have to do anything yet.”

“I know, but I want to. I want more than this for us, for you –”

“It’s fine, Cass. I don’t mind waiting.”

“Sure, but it’s not fair to ask this of you, and don’t try to tell me otherwise,” He pressed a kiss to your shoulder before wrapping his arms tighter around you. “I don’t like that the only time we can be together is when Ottie isn’t around. I want her to be a part of this, and I want you to be a part of us.”

You remained silent, turning your head slightly to slant your lips over his in a soft kiss before leaning your head on his shoulder and inhaling his scent that you had grown so accustomed to over the past few months. You weren’t going to offer an opinion on the matter, content in letting Cassian work through this in whatever way he thought was best for Ottie.

“She’s been asking about you, you know? Doesn’t get why you’re no longer looking after her.”

“You know I don’t mind, if you need me to –”

“No. Thank you, but no. I think it’ll be easier for her to process, adapt, if she no longer sees you as her babysitter, but as someone who is properly a part of our lives.”

“Okay,” You let a comfortable silence fall before adding, “Whatever you decide, Cass, you know I’ll support you.”

“I know, sweetheart.”

*****

Doing your best to ignore the pattering of butterflies in your stomach, you hurried up the steps leading to the front door of Cassian’s house. Letting out a breath, you quickly knocked on the door, taking a step back as you fiddled with the small bunch of pink flowers you had purchased on your way over.

The soft pitter-patter of footsteps that you could picture running across the entrance way had a smile tugging at your lips.

“She’s here. Daddy, hurry up. I can’t open the door,” Ottie’s little voice filtered out to you, and you could just make out a small jump as though she was reaching for the door handle. “Daddy.”

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” Now Cassian’s heavy footsteps sounded on the other side of the door. “Ottie, I can’t open the door if you’re in the way.” You laughed at the exasperated sigh she let out before moving out of the way, finally allowing the door to swing open.

“Hey, you–” But Cassian was cut off by a squeal of excitement as Ottie leapt forward, wrapping her arms around your leg.

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N,” Her little hands were now reaching up to you so with a grin you bent down and scooped her into your arms.

“Well, hello Miss Ottie. I’ve missed you too,” You smothered her chubby cheeks in kisses, laughing along with Cassian at the hysterical fit of giggles it sent her into.

“Hi,” You greeted Cassian, heart faltering as you found him already staring at you, a look of adoration shining in his eyes.

“Hey,”

You raised your eyebrows at him as if to say, “you ready for this?” The grin he gave you in return had the butterflies returning to your stomach for a whole different reason as your own features softened in response.

The moment was quickly interrupted by Ottie grabbing your face and demanding in her little voice, “Where have you been?” Somewhat startled, you looked back at Cassian, but he simply rolled his eyes as if to say that her sudden attitude was now the norm.

“Ottie, we spoke about this…” Cassian’s voice was laced with parental warning that you had so rarely heard. She let out a huff before turning as much as she could whilst still in your arms so that her back was to him.

In an attempt to diffuse the tension, you poked Ottie’s cheek, grinning when her pout made way to a cheeky smile. “Do these make up for it?” You showed her the flowers, laughing as her mouth fell open in awe and surprise before looking at you in confirmation.

“Are they for me?”

“If you’ve been a good girl for you dad they are,” Your voice had a teasing tone to it, fully aware of how much of a handful she had been for Cassian recently. Ottie gave you a smile, a picture of pure innocence before nodding her head and reaching for the flowers.

A playful scoff came from Cassian as he watched on in amusement, his heart thundering in his chest at the sight of the two of you together.

“Really, Ottie? You’ve been a good girl, have you?” Her wide eyes turned to you, her innocent expression quickly switching to guilt as she wiggled in your arms in an attempt to escape Cassian as he tickled her sides. Placing Ottie back on her feet, you handed her the flowers, and she grinned up happily at both you and Cassian, all her previous attitude long gone.

Letting out a sigh, Cassian turned to you with an exasperated expression before saying, “Come on, let’s get these in some water then we can go, alright?” ushering both you and Ottie inside.

With Ottie running ahead, focus purely on her flowers, Cassian slowed his walk and linked his fingers with yours, giving your hand a soft squeeze.

“You ready?”

“Are you?”

“Daddy, I can’t reach the flower glass.” Throwing his hands up in mock frustration you giggle to yourself as you walk towards the kitchen.

“It’s called a vase, Ottie. Do you want me to fill it with water so you can put the flowers in it?”

Ottie nodded enthusiastically, walking over to you, she leant against your legs as you watched Cassian reach up for the vase; you didn’t miss the rise of his shirt and the exposed skin it left in its wake. Cassian, apparently, didn’t miss the way your eyes lingered, shooting you a suggestive smirk and wiggle of his eyebrows as he turned to fill the vase.

“Up?” He asked Ottie before swooping her into his arms and helping her place the flowers into the vase. “Now what do we say?” He prompted her, placing a kiss to her cheek as he turned to face you.

“Thank you for my flowers, Y/N.”

“You’re very welcome, Ottie.”

Ottie shifted slightly and wrapped her arms around Cassian’s neck, loudly whispering, “Daddy, can we please get some ice cream now?”

That had been the plan you and Cassian had come up with; take Ottie out for something fun and then gently tell her in a setting where she could be easily distracted if you didn’t think it was going to end well.

“I think that sounds like a perfect idea, princess.”

With one arm holding Ottie to his side, Cassian placed his free hand on the small of your back, gently guiding you all to the front door, his hand falling to his side so that his fingers could gently brush against yours as you headed into the city centre of Velaris.

*****

Ottie looked like the happiest person alive with her mega-three scoop ice cream cone, covered in sprinkles and chocolate syrup. Cassian had quickly handed you both your own and his ice cream cones so that you could get Ottie out of the store before she could spill any of the sticky mess that was already leaking down her arms as he paid.

“Enjoying yourself there, Otts?” You asked, watching as she sat on the bench, swinging her feet back and forth with a happy little smile as she ate her ice cream and watched the fae walking around the square.

“Mhm,” was her satisfied reply. “Y/N, can I please try some of your ice cream?”

“You don’t think you have enough there?” You questioned, already extending the cone to her so that she could try some.

“Nope,” She made a delighted noise at the taste, “Now some of daddy’s ice cream?”

“Quick, before he catches you.” You grinned at Cassian as you passed Ottie his ice cream, fully aware that he was watching the scene play out as he walked over to you.

Cassian sat on Ottie’s other side, sneakily trying some of her ice cream while she was focused on his. She looked at him in complete, utter indignation.

“That’s mine,” Her pout had you both laughing, and Cassian was quick to point out, “Well you tried some of Y/N’s and some of mine, so it’s only fair to share yours too.”

You and Cassian fell into a comfortable silence as you enjoyed the feel of the sun across your skin, content in listening to Ottie ramble on about whatever thought popped into her head.

Leaning back against the bench, Cassian stretched one arm over Ottie, pulling her into his side, and then extended it over to you, nudging you closer as well, before he started to absentmindedly twirl strands of your hair throughout his fingers.

“Hey, Otts? Do you remember asking me the other day why Y/N hadn’t been over in a while?”

“Mhm,” Ottie replied, continuing to swing her feet back and forth as she leant her head against Cassian’s side, one of her hands reaching for yours to hold in her lap. Cassian’s eyes found yours before he said anything else, you gave him a small smile and a reassuring nod, watching as he took in a deep breath.

“Well, when you first met Y/N, she was coming over to look after you because daddy had to go back to work for Uncle Rhys,” Ottie tilted her head up, giving him a look as if to say duh, I already knew that, which had you fighting a smile at the thought of what she would be like as a teenager. Cassian gave her nose a soft flick before continuing, “But after spending so much time together, Y/N and I decided we wanted to be friends, but that means she can’t work–”

Ottie turned to you, a look of complete betrayal on her face that had you and Cassian tensing, “But you’re my friend. Does this mean you’re not going to play with me anymore?” The slight quiver of her lower lip had you grasping both her hands and pressing a kiss to the tip of her nose.

“Of course not, sweetheart. I love spending time with you,” You looked up at Cassian for confirmation that he still wanted to go ahead with this before continuing, “But now we will just be playing when you dad is home as well.”

“Oh. Okay.” Then she went back to swinging her feet as though nothing had happened.

“So, Ottie,” Cassian prompted again, trying to get the conversation back on track. “You’re okay if Y/N and I start spending more time together?”

“Yep. She’s your friend, like Auntie Feyre and Auntie MorMor.”

“Well, Y/N is a special friend, so it is a bit different from when daddy is spending time with Auntie Feyre and Auntie MorMor.”

“A special friend?”

Cassian looked at you for help, unsure how to explain any further; all you could offer was a slight grimace and a shrug.

“Erm, yeah, a special friend. So… so Y/N might start having dinner with us… and sometimes she might have a sleepover and then have breakfast with us the next day” He gave you a look as though asking if what he was saying was the right thing. You, however, were too focused on the fact that he was telling Ottie that you might start sleeping the night to give him much in terms of a response – you didn’t expect him to be comfortable with you staying overnight for a long time.

“Oh,” Ottie’s voice peaked in excitement, “you can stay in my room.” The grin she gave you was dazzling and reminded you so much of Cassian. You could sense his slight frustration, not knowing how to get the point across to a two-and-a-half-year-old.

“Well, at these sleepovers, Y/N could tuck you into bed and we could read you a story, but then once you’ve fallen asleep, she would be sleeping in daddy’s room, right Y/N?”

Giving her a reassuring smile, you nodded at Ottie, not knowing what else to say in this situation.

“Oh. Okay.”

You shared a look with Cassian, neither of you sure how to take her reaction. The slight tilt of Ottie’s head had you noting her look of contemplation, eyebrows furrowed in thought, again reminding you of the male you had very quickly fallen for. Then she let out a little gasp, turning on the spot so that she was now kneeling on the bench and facing both you and Cassian, a cheeky grin on her face.

“Daddy? If you and Y/N are special friends, does that mean you hold hands?”

Cassian turned to you with wide eyes to which you responded with a shrug and an amused smile.

“Um, yes, we do hold hands. Is that…okay?” His voice was laced with hesitancy as he closely watched his daughter for her reaction.

Her mouth gaped open before making way for a conspiratorial smile then she was climbing into Cassian’s lap. “Go on.”

Cassian looked to you again, “Ottie?”

She gave you a quick look then leant up to whisper in Cassian’s ear, “Hold her hand, daddy.”

Cassian, eyes still fixed on you, broke into a smile which you were quick to return, taking in the obvious release of tension as he scooted down the bench and laced your hand in his.

“How’s that?” He whispered to Ottie, eyes still on you.

“Good.” Then she was happily swaying in Cassian’s lap, leaning her head back against his chest as she went back to watching everything that was happening in the small square.

You looked back at Cassian, a grin gracing your features at the relief and love that sparkled in his eyes. He shifted slightly, using one arm to wrap around Ottie, keeping her snug against him whilst still being able to hold your hand, the other was draped over your shoulders. You moved with him as he pulled you in closer, pressing a kiss to his cheek and then to Ottie’s before resting your head on his shoulder. Cassian leant his head down, placing a kiss of his own against the top of your head, a quiet “I love you,” whispered into your ear.

*****

Part 3.5

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[moonieandi]

snapshots pt. 11 | stanley pines x f!reader 

Summary: a record-breaking blizzard has both you and stan out in the snow one fateful february night. you both find something in the snow. 

warnings (TW): swearing, idk blizzards?, panic-induced situtions

tags: mutual-pining, sibling dynamics, affection

notes: yoooo this was crazy hard to write guys! I had to do this in pieces! And like the ending may have been.. A last minute decision (no it was not i was thinking about it for months) but like helllooooo everyone! I am here and kinda around sometimes! I missed you all so much life has been allll over the place! I hope you all enjoy <3 look forward to the comments always i love feedback on writing and or storyline!! It keeps me going and motivated to hear for you all!! (special thank you to cass for the playlist <3 it helped w writing!!) much love to you all enjoy ! 

word count: 5.1k

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February, 1988 

Living this far north had it plights, she learned. 

Not that she had never experienced winter, but it was different when it came around in Gravity Falls. 

There was an eloquent sequestering they pivoted into come the first snowfall in November. Stan had a tendency to hunker, moving blankets to and from different rooms. She especially loved stealing his hoodies and pants from their new dryer. They fell into a routine of drawing closer and closer come the colder months, and he had a tendency to ensure she always left with the appropriate coat, the red one, and her hat and gloves. He floated and pestered more when it began to snow each season. But for some reason, released the reins when it came to her driving to school despite the icy roads and blurred white windshield. 

After the escapade at the lake last January, and her handling the drive home, essentially alone, he was fairly confident in her home-taught driving skills, despite her being somewhat nervous about the road in the early snowy mornings. The headlights always cast shapely shadows on the snow and trees, blurring the lines of the road and making her reliant on the brakes too much for her comfort. She knew the breaks could not actually fight against the slick traction and black sheet ice that lay just below the surface of freshly fallen snow. So sometimes she’d give him that look in the early school mornings, staring at him across the kitchen table as he peers through the newspaper again. She’d nudge her feet across his lap, his fingers curling around her ankles, nudging her sock up her leg. 

“Yes, dear.” He’d say, not questioning. Because he knew after so many times of her insisting and nervous fretting. He always said it in a joking tone, a quick phrase his father would always say to placate his mother. A dismissal of her usual rantings and worrying and lingering in doorways. 

He liked to believe he used it in a more endearing way. One that meant more, he hoped. He enjoyed doing things for her, he discovered. A more innate need than anything, to give into her ploys so easily. He thinks that's what husbands do, anyway. Complain about their wives in an endearing way, because everything that perhaps should have been annoying about her only made him all the more dizzy about her. So he’d drive her most mornings. 

But he couldn’t today. 

He was tied up with work and the giftshop that day. Despite the reduced hours, he was insistent that morning that he needed to stay in. He had fucked up the exact delivery he usually gets every two months to resupply some of the smaller novelties up front. After the rush of a small local Christmas crowd, he was in need of some smaller and more centered gifts for the upcoming Valentine's holiday. He had been distracted by the holiday, thinking about an appropriate gift to give her for the holiday. He hadn’t ever gotten her anything for the holiday before, but things felt… different recently. There was a hairs breath between the line they continually both danced around. He was thinking about the perfect gift to give her that also danced along that winding line, when he scheduled the next upcoming order to come in at 8 a.m. sharp, instead of the usual late-day delivery of 6:30 p.m. He had sworn at the mishap, and sent her on her glum way with a brush of his hand along her hairline. The snow wasn’t that bad that particular morning anyway, he reasoned. 

“Do you want me to come and get you?”  His voice crackled over the landline, muffled by the snow on powerlines.  

She sighed. “No, Stan. I don’t want you walking in this snow just to drive me home.”  

“I don’t want you driving in it, though.” He pauses, a grunt front along the line. “I’m on my way.” A fumble and a thud along the line, a boot, perhaps. The zip of his new coat. 

“No!” She pulled the phone away from her ear, wringing her hand across her chest. He was too stubborn for his own good at times. “Stanley.” She whispered. “Don’t, please, I’ll be leaving in the next 10 minutes. I should be home in 45 minutes.” She predicted, eyeing the heavy snow out the window. The kids had been let go early today, but work from past weeks had piled up, and she insisted the lead teacher go back to her own family. (“Don’t you have your own?” The older woman had asked.) 

He humphed, unhappy at the prospect of her discomfort with the dark road. “You got 30 before I start walking hun’.”

Her shoulders fell. He always got his way when it came to her. Something she didn’t completely mind, except when it was at his own expense. Which it currently was. She hated seeing him cold in any capacity. It’s why she constantly dried his clothes and invested in more throw blankets. And why she no longer took baths in the tub she laid his blue body in last January. She was frustrated at his insistence, but also painfully aware of her nervousness at the darkness outside waiting for her. But she’d rather face some selfish fear of dark roads than have him blindly stumbling through the snow and sludge to get her. She’s never asked him to do that, but seemingly he’d do it of his own volition anyway. 

“I’m on my way, Stanley. I’ll see you soon.” She clips, the edge of a confession curled on her tongue. She thought it may be the hectic day she had, but him annoyingly strongarming the conversation was only really ever endearing. She wondered how many years it would stay that way, when she would be sick of his deep and sheltered sweetness. 

He hums, it crinkles through the phone line. A resolute tone in his deep voice. “30 minutes, hun’.” He says again, she sighs, hanging the phone back up to the head office’s receptor. Folding loose papers into her shoulder bag, cleaning up the head secretary’s desk before shrugging on Stan’s coat and her secondhand gloves before flicking off the last light on in the building to head off into the parking lot. 

Stan’s car sat rigid and the leather of the seat was cold under her thighs. She had to dig the back tires out of the deep cavern that the fastly falling snow had created. The imprint of where she had parked that morning now lay under several inches of new fresh snow. She spent exactly 5 minutes digging the tires out with her now sopping-wet gloves. She had 25 minutes. 

The inside of the car didn’t prove to be of much comfort either. It felt darker in the driver's seat, the only cast of light coming from the radio and her headlights. The staggered street lamps acted as pacers, marking the next point on the road in which she could unwind her hands from their deadly grip along the leather wheel. There were next to no other cars on the country road that led her home. She had 20 minutes. 

The radio sizzled in the darkness of the car. Scrambled late-night talk show reruns sounded crisp and rattled the dashboard of the aging car. The rumble of the motor broke up the silence between the muffled voices on the radio. She thinks to flick the radio, disturbed by the noises of the turning tires and the faint voices. She’d prefer Stan’s voice now, and his rumbling while she hummed to the radio. A song would distract her from the crispness of her breath in front of her, the coldness of the cabin, and the gentle slip of the tires. The tug of the wheel from time to time as the car displaces the inches of snow on the road. 

She glances at the clock. She has 15 minutes. 

She glances again, one hand steady on the wheel and the other reaching for the radio nob. She knows the channel she will flick to already, to that annoying 70’s music channel that Stan always grumbles at but secretly enjoys. 

Movement catches her eye in the dimness of the upcoming street lamp, and the car slips along faster against the ice than her foot can move to the brake. A flash in front of her, and a heavy movement of snow. An animal perhaps, she would believe, if it weren’t for the distinct color of clothes that moved in front of her, spotted between the heavy snowfall. 

She breaks and veers as quickly as she can.

“Oh my god.” She breathes. “Oh my god.” Hands heavy against the wheel, still she unwinds them finger by finger. Breath heavy, hand meeting her chest above her heart. She begins to rattle the door open, stepping out the driver’s side and rushing into the snow. Forgoing her hat and gloves. 

The figure is deep in the snow, directly under the street lamp. Flashes of color move in the deep snow, and the grumbling of a voice meets her. It’s too dark to ascertain, so she quickly moves closer, calling to what she believes to be a person insane enough to walk in this blizzard. 

Only Stan was insane enough to walk in the snowy dark like this. 

“Oh my god.” She thinks to take a breath again, calm her chest, and to disassociate the ringing in her ears. “Stanley!” She calls, rushing forward. 

Except she does not find Stan’s stature in the snow, but comes upon the constant movement of the snow instead, sort of like the person she had almost killed was struggling to get up above the snow. Voices grew more distinct as she reached to assist the person. 

“Give it back! It’s my turn!” The voice of a young girl met her, in sequence with a young boy’s. 

“You’ve had your turn, and we just keep going farther back!” 

She reaches into the pile now, realizing in the dark of this particular Thursday night she had stumbled upon two siblings battling it out in the middle of the road during the worst blizzard of the season. 

The children are not swayed by her hands and words, too caught up in the argument between them. Constantly grabbing and reaching for an object, passed back and forth from hand to hand. Each time a sibling breathes for a break the other moves to snatch the object back. No rest between their fight. They move in sequence as if the other can predict the nexts’ very move. 

It hadn’t been the first time she had broken up a fight between children, and definitely not the first one broken up between siblings. She had learned these past years that a sibling could be someone's greatest asset or someone’s very downfall. She had always wondered what it would have been like, to have a little shadow to teach and play with, but these years had reflected a rather different light on her pre-teen pipedream. Stanford had become another blight in a bright dream of hers. 

So, she doesn’t hesitate to reach into their tussle, separating them between her wingspan, her feet dug into the snow and ice of the road. The street lamp had reflected weird lights on the dark snow before, but the image of the children standing in front of her flashing headlights now drove her to her knees. 

They breathed separately now, the object they had fought valiantly over sat between them. Before her sat a slightly dented but sleek tape measurer. But that truly wasn’t what drew her attention. The feel and grasp of each of the children's shoulders grounded her, the heat of them spoke of their reality. 

They shared faces. They had no coats on, no boots on, and no gloves on. They looked to have popped directly here from some sort of vacation, their skin tan, their freckles distinct along the bridges of their noses. But they looked much the same. 

They shared eyes too, each looking confused from her, back to each other. They seemed to cool off, their breaths even now, the chill of the night seemingly seeping into their bones now, as their teeth chattered slightly. Stilled under her hands, their shared confusion at being caught, at being seen, passed back and forth between them now. 

She looks from each one, not being able to restrain both and keep an eye on both at the same time. First the girl under her left hand, her hair tousled and her stickered skin shining under the headlights. She looked at her confused, eyes clouded, like she was realizing something, like placing a piece of a puzzle.

She looks to her right, the boy wore his emotions plainly. His hair tousled also, and his pine tree hat tumbled off in the snow long ago. He looks contemplative and deeply guilty about something she could not piece. Like he was living his mistakes as he stood before her, and felt guilt when he tucked his face closer to her hand. 

She can’t stand to turn her face for a fourth time, doesn’t want to think about turning her head to and fro and having one of them disappear while her neck is turned. The fading of their visage on some dark horizon line. So she drags them together, bringing her wingspan to have the siblings meet side by side again. Their silly argument, forgotten on the ground between their feet. 

She must look a certain way. Perhaps it’s the tilt of her head or the quickness of her breath that gives away her clear understanding of them. She knows them. Had placed them in countless daydreams and nightmares. Recurring dreams (visions) that have wracked her head since she settled into this lonely Oregon town. She would know them in a crowded room, and in the dark of night. They shared her Stan’s deep-set eyes and streaks of stubbornness. 

She never imagined they were real, though. Thought it was a bandaid her brain had conjured up to quantify the numerous oddities in her life. Thought her mind twisted her nightmares and wishes into a litany of these children, threaded her desires into images and a realness she could not touch until now. She thought her mind had been mocking her. Had grown peaceful in her slowing madness if it meant she woke to Stanley again. Ignored alarms and forgo sleep in favor of simply wondering about the children that had seeped into her dreams. 

But they were real, or at least felt real to her. Looked real too. Reminded of the brisk wind as it tousled their matching brown hair. They both stood before her now, their matching brown eyes looking over her, confused by her visage here in the dark of this particular  night. The boy’s face looks beyond her, behind her, looking for another figure to emerge from the car. 

“W-what are you doing here?” The boy asks, not yet having shrugged her hand off his shoulder.

“I was on my way home from work.” She replies, like it’s a normal workday, like it’s a normal conversation, like it’s repetition, like it isn’t odd that the fixation of her years-long dream stands before her now. “What are you doing here?” She asks, no real scold in her voice. A litany of amusement in the brush of her voice, amusement at his typical imploring questions. (Typical?) 

The girl, who has not moved her eyes from her face, suddenly moves a piece of the puzzle behind her eyes. A flicker of some sort of recognition and excitement at having the older woman in front of her now. With a brilliant smile on her face, the girl stumbles from beneath her hand, moving forward to wrap herself closer to the woman who isn’t so mysterious now. 

“Mabel!” The boy chastises, reaching for his sister's arm to pull her away from the embrace. 

Mabel takes the boy's arm instead, bringing him forward and into the embrace they share now. A ridiculous embrace, a dangerous one. Out here in the dark of the night in the midst of the road in the middle of a blizzard. Something in her relaxed her usual anxious worrying though, with both of them folded into her embrace. Like somewhere in some universe in some time, they had done this before. That the puzzle pieces behind the girls' eyes were them somehow.

That the children knew who she was. And somehow, she knew them. 

She didn’t think to reason it out beyond that at the moment. The impossibility of the illusion of them didn’t falter her in the white blurry of the snow. It felt disproportional and ignorantly stupid in the face of the improbability of their appearance. But they felt real under her arms, as real as the coldness seeping through her pants. Warm and whole under her arms now, able to scoop the entirety of what she believed to be a dream into her body now. 

The boy's mind was always a whirlwind though, never restful and flightful, unpredictable like the scattering of the snow and wind around them. He nudges back from her embrace, tucking his head back and into the wind again to truly look at her flushed and nipped face. 

His eyes widened, noting the tearfulness of her eyes, the wet tracks around her cheeks. She hadn't noticed, hadn’t cared about raining in her emotions when it came to them. He looks at her like Stanley does at times, the quirk of his head and the squint of those same dark eyes. Like he can’t place her emotions, but can place the rest of her entirely. 

“How?” He says, the rest of the question held in the air between them. How does she know them? Why does she recognize them? Is that what this is? 

She knows them not to be a complete figment of her imagination. Suddenly made real, despite everything in this world contradicting as such. 

But in all her seeping dreams, she remembers distinctly that this one in particular is set farther into the future. That there are indications, and blurs, in her dream that hint at the dreams being beyond vague premonitions, rather than a living of the current reality. That and Stan’s demeanor in these wishful far of dreams usually acted more… well more familiar with her than he does now. Act in ways that woke her abruptly now, shamefully not wanting to dream of him in such an intimate way while he lies so closely. 

So in some impossible way, beyond her current comprehension, how could they stand in front of her now. That if, for some reason, they were real, then how could they possibly be here? Here, in her current present, if they were from her distant future?

The unrestful thoughts strike her the same way the boy’s seem to also. Which inevitably sends her on another whirlwind of thought. If the children were a figment of her imagination, a concoction of wishfully wanted familial pictures, a piece of some manipulative puzzle in her own mind, then there should be no concern from the boy. Because they were not wholly real. Until now. But if this figment of some small-version of Stan was so very concerned, struck by her image and pulling himself away from her arms like she burned then how could she argue her case in sanity in the end of all this?

The boy brushed back, flung  himself from her arms and fell quickly back into the snow. He looked scared, scared of her. Scared of what followed in her wake. Because in his mind, it made complete sense how he would recognize her. But it shook something in his core when she reached forward to brush her fingers through his tangled hair, away from his forehead to reveal the scattering of stars across his brow. It had him moving, pulling the back of his twins’ sweater, away from the embrace of the woman they both knew. Has him reaching for the tape measurer again when she finally calls his name in the flash of their exit from this time to the very next. 

Because they hadn’t been born yet. Because in 1980-something his mother was a child. 

Because how could she possibly know his name? 

And who was Stanley? 

The thirty minutes had come and gone quickly. 

Stan truly hadn’t bothered to take off his boots and coat since he put them on thirty minutes prior when his doc’ called. Because although he believed in all her abilities, the ability to drive through a record-breaking snow-storm with no state sanctioned training or driver license, left him fitful by the front door. 

But when he made promises to her he rarely broke them. Unless it was to prove a point of course. But they both didn’t play games when it came to the cold now. 

He made it out the door (truthfully) 2 minutes early. He had spent a time clearing out an adequate spot to put the car an hour prior. Looking at the almost-covered spot now had him trudging through the snow early. She was always too tactful though, he smiled to himself, she’d probably curse him out for spoiling the extra 2 minutes she had. 

He thought nothing of it now, out here in the dark with only a shitty compass his brother had left behind, a flashlight, and the driving force of getting her safely home. 

He had been following the overhead lamp-light of the street lights for a while now. Trudging through the driveway was the worst of course, but he didn’t imagine she would have trouble remembering where to turn to their house. The huge Mystery-Shack sign pointed well enough to the direction of their cabin now. Even if it was eerily covered in snow and the dark. 

It had him stumbling, running without the flashlight and compass, to see his car and her form collapsed under said lamp-light. 

She was curled into herself, her knees folded under her body, her face sheltered into the snow away from the wind. Her coat open, and her gloves gone- like she had stumbled out of the car for something. Like she saw something out here. 

“Hun’!” His yell has her flinching upwards, her arms curled around her body against the cold. Her face flushed from the wind, and the unspeakable tracks of never-ending tears from her eyes. 

He thinks nothing of falling to his own knees, grasping and reaching for her over wind and snow. He can hear her over the endless gale, her own howl's disappearing into the snow and the forest beyond. 

“No, no, no.” He hums, his hands running up and down her back, the spring of worry about the cold and her condition having him moving again. It’s too loud out here now. The wind picks him up, has him curving his arm around the bend of her cold and sodden knees to pick her up. 

Her arm curls into her body, the other grasping and reaching for the hem of the collar of his coat. Some comfort in being so very despondent in front of him and it not shaking his resolve to simply care for her despite it. 

Because she can’t breathe. 

He folds her body into the passenger side of the car. Cursing and thanking God that the car remained on. If the car shut off he was unsure if it’d restart in these temperatures. 

He takes another look at his surroundings before getting into the driver's side. No tracks, no evidence of anything that would pull her out into the street like that. Nothing he could conjure up in his mind that would have her stuck in the snow breathless and freezing. 

She’s shivering in the passenger's seat, and he instinctually pulls her into his side, into the middle of the seat. Buckles be damned, he’d drive slow but he sure as shit needed to get her home. 

She tucks her face close to him, timid now, still sniffling from the cold and the wracking sobs that overtook her not even minutes before. His simple presence calmed anything that stirred within her now. She sags, exhausted by her train of thoughts, resolute in what she needs to confide in him now. 

Because in a way he knows. He has known of her fitful dreams and triangular shadows that creeped into corners of her mind now. She had been too ashamed up until now, to confide in him about it all. Confide in him about… about them. 

Because before it was simply a figment of what she believed she wanted. But now she knew parts of it existed out there, in some plane of existence. The twin’s were that simple existence, the girls warm embrace case enough and the scattering of stars across the boys brow that she just knew were there was case enough. 

She was scared of the bigger things though. The monsters she had seen and the twisted dreams of death and loss. But wasn’t it better if Stan knew? If he knew of the danger to come? If they could prevent some of it? 

Or was she playing into something far more sinister than her twisted mind could conjure up? 

It has her sagging closer to Stan. Touching her face close to his shoulder and neck, letting her eyes droop at the heat and scent of him had her relaxing her hands more. They had been clenched before, her nails sore in the palm of her hands. She brings them up now, uncurling them to turn Stan’s face to her as he parks the car right outside their warm waiting home. 

Her hand turns his face, curving her sore palm around his jaw to his chin. 

He looks at her, so similarly. Like something she remembers from a dream. His eyes deep, a contemplative look to them. A deep concern and quirk of his brow has her pushing her hand up his face to settle his furrowed brow. 

He was always so worried about her. Always looking at her with this frustratingly endearing look. His dark eyes drawn to her in every room, in every setting. And she was always so worried about him. Even now, she complated telling him about everything that transpired in her mind, in those fitful dreams. She fears reliving some of them, of reliving the death of the children she now holds dear. That she somehow knows so well. 

There is one part of the dreams though, that she'd love to make a reality. 

Parts of it they live now. The domesticity they share is undeniable. They flit and work around each other so well. The simple affections they share also, the mornings and coffee’s he makes, to wake beside him is sometimes the best part of her day. Some days she goes the whole day waiting for darkness to creep across the horizon line, just so she could tuck herself close to him. 

They even shared a last name. 

Who were they kidding, truly? 

There is just one thing they don’t share, she thinks. Her hand moves back to his strong jaw again, her fingers thumbing the edge of his lips. She looks back to his eyes again, and the flutter that begins behind her chest at his shaded look has her gasping as he moves his warm hand to cradle her own face too. 

She leans deep into his palm, her eyes still trained on his as he leans as close as he dares. Before the quirk of his lip has her palm shaking to her chest to circle over her staggering heart. 

“May I?” 

She thinks nothing and everything when she surges forward, silencing his inquisition completely. 

She had dreamed of him, and longed for him for what felt like ages now. Touches and looks passed back and forth like some sort of game. But it was so easy to sum up the parts of him to her now, so easy for her to lilt and bend to him. It wasn’t some game now, she resolved, and she was resolute in living life more truthfully with him now too. Starting with not denying herself anything he ever offered her again. Especially if it was this. Something that still terrified her racing heart even now. 

He is wholly warm, his palm warm along her jaw and neck. It grasps her entirely, curving her head to the side to angle her lips to his, pulling her forward to swallow the noise she makes in surprise at her own instinctual action. 

She had dreamed of it of course, kissing Stan like this. But something about kissing him for the first time, she is glad she never dreamed of it. She didn’t simply want to relive it, she didn’t want it to end. 

His lips moved in a certain cadence, not too slow to call this all consuming kiss a simple peck, but fast enough to have her breathing heavily, having him tilt his head more to the side to slot himself all the more closer to her. 

He nips at her purposefully, his mouth working to dance along hers. She continues in like, opening up to allow air to pass between them. Their breaths heavier with every passing moment. 

His other hand found the curve of her waist, a warm trail from her thigh to her hip to the curve of her ribs. He hooks his arm around her now, and she tries not to think about how he moves her so easily to curl up on his lap, the steering wheel behind her. 

His enthusiastic onslaught has her being pushed back, her back arching along the curve of the wheel. His hand curves around her jaw again to pull her away from his lips only for a moment, for him to give her that frightful dark look again before they flicker to her lips again. It gives her only a moment of solace to find resolve in the future she has chosen. To feel only a flicker of guilt in having tied Stanley to her once again. 

She figures he perhaps wouldn’t mind much, this time. 

She breathes, sitting forward in his lap. His lips curve again, not in that suave way, but in that frightfully giddy way. The way she imagines she looks now. His eyes still carry that weight, that dark look of what she now knows is a conjuring of want and abortion. She brings her hands back to his face again, and he turns his face to kiss the center of her sore palm. She didn’t want that look to disappear from his eyes, but she could not continue to explain away a part of herself if it meant a future alongside Stan. 

She sighs, her brow creased. 

“There’s something I have to talk to you about.” 

[jasmines-library]

Anonymous said:

Live for your writing <3 I’ve read the batfam and I am quite literally obsessed

Could I ask for a piece about the batboys comforting batsis reader because she had/is having a panic attack? thank you so much!!! :D

Fight or Flight

Note: Hello lovely anon! I'm so glad you like my writing. You absolutely can, I hope you enjoy. Also I’m so sorry but I lost the original ask as my tumblr was acting up and I forgot to add tags the first time.

Warnings: Panic attacks, hurt/comfort kinda.

Word Count: 1k (short but sweet)

⛤ BATFAM MASTERLIST ⛤

You had been feeling off all week. Not only was it Gotham’s busiest time of the year, which meant that you were constantly on your feet, but you also had a bunch of unfinished assignments to catch up on that were wearing you out. You had stupidly agreed to help Cass finish her assignments on top of your own and the load was becoming overbearing. On top of that, you didn’t have the heart to tell her that you couldn’t do them, which completely added to your stress level as it now meant you had to find the time to finish all of the paperwork.

You were still feeling overwhelmed as you suited up for patrol. You were out with your four brothers and you knew that the night would be busy. Gotham always was this time of year. The five of you had already stopped a few petty crimes and were making your way through the city. The silence that fell over the five of you allowed your mind to wander and you quickly became worked up over your increasingly large to-do-list and you began to hyperventilate. You just wanted to leave, but you knew you couldn’t. Conflicted, your heart began to beat faster and faster and your breathing got shallow and shallower like someone was cutting off your supply and-

You felt like you couldn’t breathe. Your chest was rising and falling in quick, sharp breaths as you tried to take in air that refused to come. Ridden with panic your body was completely tense as you fell behind your brothers, stopping in your tracks to clutch as your constricting chest. Trying to blink away the flood of tears that just fell heavier, you leaned against the wall. This only made you panic more as you knew that you needed to keep going with the patrol.

Dick had noticed that you had fallen behind. His trained ears noticed the absence of your light and smaller paced steps that contrasted against his and his brothers. He slowed his pace as he glanced behind him to try and spot you. The vigilantes eyes widened when he saw you clutching your chest and leaning desperately against the wall and for a heart-wrenching moment he thought that you had been injured. Turning on his heel he sprinted back toward you alerting your brothers who all followed quickly after seeing the cause of Dick’s sudden change in demeanour.

When they reached you, after what felt like too long but was actually only a matter of seconds covered by long strides, Tim was quick to search you for injury only to come back looking confused with his eyebrows turned down when he found you seemingly unscathed.

“What’s the matter, kid?” He asked frantically “Are you hurt?”

You shook your head and tried to give him an answer but all that came out was a ragged sob as you continued to clutch at your chest. Your heart pounded in your chest as you shook, surrounded by your brothers, and suddenly Damian clocked what was happening.

“She’s having a panic attack.”

You nodded somewhat recognisably as your brother's high alert switched off somewhat. Jason took your hands gently, moving them away from your suit that you were clutching and held them gently in his. He then eased you to the floor and crouched in front of you.

“Hey, Y/N/N. Look at me. You’re okay.”

The sound of his gentle voice and the feeling of his leather gloves in your hand grounded you somewhat and you managed to get your eyes to stop looking around sporadically and to focus on him.

“Good. Now deep breaths.” He moved your hand so that it rested over his chest to allow you to feel his steady rhythm.

“In and out, Little Wing. Follow Hood.” Dick added. He was still hovering over you anxiously as Jason tried to calm you down.

As you followed your brother's breathing, you found yours gradually slowing until it somewhat was back to normal.

Damian made his way over and sat down beside you to offer you some comfort. You were feeling slightly dizzy, and noticing he signalled for Dick to grab you some water from his pack. Damian took your hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. “You’re okay, sis.”

You sniffled, wiping away the last of your onslaught of tears. “Sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for, Little Wing.” Tim told you. “It happens to the best of us.”

“Really?”

“Oh yeah.” Dick added. “I’ve totally freaked out during a mission before. We all have. In fact, just last week Damian-”

“Tt. We don’t need to talk about that.” Damian chided, rolling his eyes.

There was a moment of tender silence as you regained your composure before Jason asked:

“You wanna talk about it?”

You shrugged at them, bringing your knees to your chest. “I don’t really know what happened… I guess I’ve just had a bad feeling about tonight and I’ve been so stressed about all of my assignments I still need to write up. I guess it just all caught up to me at the wrong time.”

“Oh kid. I’m sorry none of us have been around to help. We’ve been so caught up in our own stuff that we’ve failed to notice that you might need help too.” Dick told you.

“How about we get you home so you can relax? Hm?”

“But…what about patrol?” You asked, voice raising an octave as you began to panic a little again “We can’t just miss it!”

“Bruce will understand.” Tim reassured you.

“And we’ll help you finish your assignments.”

“I can’t ask you to do that.” You protested.

“We’re your brothers, kiddo. It’s what we’re here for.”

[sunsetmaidenwrites]

Thanks to @questinwitchface @bastianfruit and @ineffable-snowman for tagging me. Thanks to @jemgirl86 for doing fun things to help cleanse and reclaim the tag!

Rules: Share your top 5 favorite SamBucky fics that you've written, and then tag 5 people.

Destination Wedding M, 31,155 words

Opposites reluctantly attract when Sam and Bucky keep running into one other at Steve's destination wedding. (Lots of bickering and bantering in this one, which was super fun to write.)

Excerpt:

The man was dressed all in black, like he was going to a freaking funeral. Kinda fitting actually. Sam could relate. As if sensing Sam’s perusal, he glanced up, giving a brief nod and a tight smile, Sam hit with the most gorgeous pair of eyes he’d ever seen. Blue shimmered with gray, lending the stranger an ethereal quality that more than made up for his decidedly grungy appearance. Hair shaggy and unkempt, escaping the man bun he’d thrown it in, scruff lining a jaw that was probably too chiseled for Sam’s peace of mind…

He stiffened at the thought, wondering where it had even come from. He was not the sort to go checking out rando’s at airports, especially one that looked like he’d just rolled out of bed, opting out of the shower to save time because he was running late.

Sam was never late. This dude looked like he’d never made it on time for anything.

2. That Picture T, 8,168 words

Captain America and the Winter Soldier on the outs? Working on opposite teams? No longer in each other's lives? What's going on?! Can this relationship be saved?! (This fic was written after the first Bucky Thunderbolts* pic came out and sent us all into a tailspin. It's actually one of my less popular SamBucky fics, so I'm a little protective of it. I don't think I did a good job promoting it or selling what it was really about, but if you make it to the third chapter, it's worth it. I love Sarah in this one, too.)

Excerpt:

Not only was Bucky Barnes out of work, he was also out of options, out of friends, and out of chances. His pardon hanging by threads he was damn near ready to sever himself just to be done with the whole fucking thing. Let them lock him in the raft, never to see the light of day again.

Without Sam Wilson there was no sunshine anyway.

3. The Wilson Home for Reformed Assassins T, 2195 words

Bucky Barnes has some explaining to do after Sam Wilson finds a feisty blonde former assassin in the kitchen, eating all the food and looking for a place to stay. (This was my first attempt at writing Yelena. It was fun giving her and Bucky a sibling vibe and writing her meeting all the Wilsons.)

Excerpt:

"Sam! What's going on in my kitchen right now?" Sarah watched as Yelena speared a cinnamon roll with a wicked looking knife and proceeded to eat it. 

"Cool knife," Cass said, his eyes widening with a mixture of adoration and fascination.

"I can show you how to throw the-"

"Sam," Sarah interrupted Yelena, a dangerous edge to her voice.

"Sarah, I can explain," Sam said, keeping his voice level, alarmed by how much his sister reminded him of his mother in that moment. Darlene Wilson had been the sweetest woman on the planet, until you got her riled. Sarah was definitely edging riled.  "It's Bucky's fault!"

4. The Only Thing I'd Change T, 13,772 words

Sam overhears Bucky say something curious and obsesses over it. Bucky notices Sam acting differently and spirals about it. And Sarah just wants them both to use their words. (An established relationship fic where both Sam and Bucky do too much overthinking and not enough communicating, but they love each other so damn much you know it's gonna work out in the end. I think this is probably one of my better written works and definitely one of the fics I spent the most time working on, tweaking, and obsessing over. At times, I felt like this fic was gonna break me, but it ended up being quite healing instead.)

Excerpt:

"Can you move your seat up?" He’d asked another lifetime ago, sullen and lost, broken beyond repair without even a smidgeon of hope. And through the mess of pain and disillusionment came one brisk, certain reply.

"No."

Bucky had fallen a little in love that very moment. The only person who could love an obstinate asshole was another obstinate asshole. And on some vague level, Bucky had recognized even then that he’d found his obstinate asshole.

5. An Affair to Remember M, 40,365 words

Sam is a college running back destined for NFL stardom. Bucky is a depressed mess just trying to make it through the day. A wrong number leads to an unexpected connection and a secret relationship that can only be temporary...right? (This one will always be special to me. It was my first real chaptered work on AO3, and the first fic I wrote that garnered passionate responses. It's angsty and heart-breaking at times, but also has a lot of humor and heart and an array of guest character interactions I'm really proud of. Reader response and engagement really meant so much to me with this one.)

Excerpt:

Sam’s eyes shone with joy. “You showed up for me, Buck. Maybe that’s what changed everything. Like flipping a switch and now nothing will ever be the same since I’ve seen you in this light.”

“I never wanna be the man who doesn’t show up for you, Sam Wilson.”

“Now you’re just trying to charm me. Steve warned me about that, ya know? His rascal of a friend Bucky. The charmer with the million-dollar smile and a shitload of pretty words. Then I met you and there was zero smile and about 10 words and a grunt or two. I thought he was full of shit, but here we are.”

“Here we are. Maybe I’m an acquired taste.”

“Maybe. Had a shot of you last night, now here I am back for more.”

Honorable Mention:

I have had so much fun with the Friends Don't series! It would be hard to pick a favorite there because it runs the gamut of being fun, fluffy, serious, and angsty. But Friends Don't Get Lipsy When They Get Tipsy gets a special shoutout because it both makes my heart ache and cracks me up every time I do a reread.

No Pressure Tagging: I'm late to the party, so I think everyone is probably already covered. But I'll add @abarbaricyalp @thatmexisaurusrex @firstelevens since I haven't seen anything in the tag from them yet. If anyone wants to do it, consider yourself tagged--or send me an ask and I'll sneak your name in. 🥰

[xoxoavenger]

could i request a barista au charles xavier x reader fic?? 🤭 with him being all flirty every time the reader orders something 🫣 love ur writing!!

ahh thank you! this was so much fun to write I hope you like it <3

Early Morning Coffee Date

pairing: Charles Xavier x Fem!Reader

word count: 1618

warnings: none

12 Days of Christmas masterlist main masterlist

"What can I get started for ya?"

Y/N looks up from her purse to see who's talking to her. Yes, she was in line for her local coffee shop, but she knew all the baristas that worked at 7:30 AM on weekdays. And she would definitely remember this man, with his British accent and bright eyes.

"You're new?" She asks, and then wants to hit herself. Why can't she just order?

"Yes." He laughs, his accent making her heart skip a small beat. Small. "But don't worry, I worked at Starbucks before this, so I promise I can make whatever crazy concoction you think of." He smiles, and she wishes today was a good day so she could order something crazy, just to tease him.

"Well, I totally would put your knowledge to the test, but I forgot my wallet." She says with a grimace, because of course the day she meets a cute barista she forgets her goddamn money. She doesn't have time to go back to her house before work, so she'll just have to hope that she doesn't need it again today. She's lucky she can walk to work and doesn't have to take the Subway, like most New Yorkers.

"If you order something easy, it's on the house." He says, and she smiles, mouth widening in shock.

"I can't let you do that." She says, looking at the line forming behind her. "I'll just have to survive with the break room coffee." She said it without a shudder, but the barista clearly knew the break room coffee tasted a little like mold no matter how much she washed the pot.

"I cannot let you do that." He says, shaking his head. "Please, miss, there's a line now. If you don't tell me what you want to order, I will be forced to make you something random that you may not want." He says it with a smirk and shrug, and she feels her heart pick up agin.

"Fine," She says, fighting to keep the smile away. She gives him her usual order, and he takes it down on a cup.

"And what's the name for that order?" He asks, giving her a look that lets her know that he is asking for more than just the order.

"Y/N." She answers, searching for the barista's name tag. "I'm sorry, but you don't seem to have a name tag." She informs him, and he just smirks.

"You'll have to come back tomorrow, I guess." He says with a wink. "I will personally make your drink, Y/N. And I'd love to hear any criticism, as it seems you come here a lot." He says as he moves away from the register, despite the line that is still very much there.

"Charles!" Cass, one of Y/N's barista regulars yells. "What the hell do you think you're doing? Get back on register." She rolls her eyes, and Y/N smiles as Charles' cheeks heat.

"Charles," She repeats, and the barista nods. "Well, now I have no reason to come back." She jests, even though she knows the people behind her must absolutely hate her.

"You still haven't tried my drink. And I know you want to." She cannot deny the way her heart is racing now, especially with how she can feel her cheeks heating up.

"You're right." She gives in, knowing she needs to say goodbye. "Thank you, Charles. Hopefully I'll see you soon." He winks at her as she leaves, and she can't help but widen her eyes as she turns away.

Was that hot barista just flirting with her?

~

"Cass, good morning." Y/N greets the next day. She can see Charles working the espresso machine, and even though she does want to try his drink she also really wanted to talk to him again. She wants to be angry about the crush she's already developed on him, but seeing him working makes her realize that it's basically hopeless. He's hot and nice, which is high expectations in the world they live in.

"Y/N!" Cass greets, seemingly more excited than she's ever been that Y/N's here. "Charles, your customer." Cass turns, and Charles pauses everything to turn and see Y/N. She forgets all about the 'your customer' part of Cass' sentence, which she had been meaning to revisit.

"Hey!" He sounds so excited, and Y/N's surprised by this. "You came back."

"She comes every-"

"I needed to taste your drink." Y/N cuts Cass off, because she wants Charles to feel special. She would have come today anyway, yes, but she also really wanted to try his concoction.

"Yes!" Charles calls, starting to pull a shot. "Cass, don't put this one in. I'm making a special one." He winks before going to work. Y/N immediately shakes her head.

"No, no, please, let me pay." Y/N pulls out her wallet.

"You heard him." Cass shrugs. "Now, please step aside. There's a line." She smiles, and Y/N thanks them before moving away. She doesn't have to wait long by the counter before Charles is there, on her side, holding a hot drink.

"What are you doing?" She asks, looking over to the espresso machine. Someone else is working it in his place, and Y/N turns back at him with a smile.

"I was hoping you had ten minutes? I'm on my break." She's so shocked, because how is this cute guy asking her to talk on his break? "Or maybe you have work, which is fine. I should have figured." He sounds dejected, and as he turns Y/N grabs his arm.

"Don't walk away with my coffee." She says with a small smile. "You got my drink out so fast, I think I have a couple minutes to spare." Charles' face lifts, and she feels her heart skip.

She's so whipped.

~

Of course, Y/N gets sick the next day.

They had talked about everything, from what brought them to the city to what their favorite color was to their favorite childhood tv shows. Y/N was late for work, which she blamed on a headache, and then somehow she manifested it into actually having a headache which she hoped taking a nap at home would cure. The next morning, she woke up with a stuffy nose and a sore throat.

She debated going into the coffee shop, but decided against it, as she didn't want to get anyone sick. So she sits at home for two days, reads her book and watches an entire season of her show while she tries not to think about the coffee shop - about Charles.

It's a weekend when she finally goes in - late, because she couldn't bring herself to wake up early on a weekend even if it meant seeing Charles. She walks into the shop as quick as she can without trying to look like she's rushing and then looks at the people behind the counter as she gets in the long line.

No Charles.

She thinks about leaving, heart falling traitorously. But she talks herself out of it before the idea fully forms, because it sounds stupid. Maybe he's on a break. But by the time she makes it to the front of the line, she realizes that he's still not here.

"Hey, Y/N!" Erik, the cashier today, says, and Y/N smiles, because it's nice that people know her. "Do you want your usual?" He asks with a smirk, and Y/N is just about to answer when someone comes up next to Erik and slightly pushes him out of the way.

"I've got this handled." Charles sends a glare to Erik, so fast Y/N barely registers it, before he smiles at Y/N. "I know what you like. You're good to go." He winks, and Y/N can feel her cheeks start to heat.

"You can't keep giving me free drinks." She says with a small smile, biting her lip to keep it small.

"Multiple offenses? Charles!" Erik says, sounding scandalized, and Y/N feels the heat spread to her neck.

"Go ahead and take someone else's order, Erik." Charles says, before smiling once more at Y/N and walking back to the espresso machine to make the drink.

"You're one special gal." Erik tells her with a smirk. "Have a good day, Y/N." She bids him the same as she walks away, knowing the line needs to continue moving. She goes over to the side of the counter and watches Charles work, waiting for her drink, which clearly has been moved to the front of the line by the way Charles is already done and walking over to her with a smile stretched across his face.

"I was worried when you didn't show up the past few days." He tells her as he leans over the counter to talk. She takes a sip of her drink, which somehow tastes better than the first time.

"I was sick." She says, heart fluttering.

"And here I was thinking your boyfriend found out about our long talk." He smirks, and her stomach did a flip.

"I don't have a boyfriend." She said, taking another sip of her drink.

"Hm," Charles looks down, then grabs her free hand. "Would you want one?" He looks up at her, and her mouth went dry.

He's asking her out. She needs respond because he's asking her out.

"Possibly," She finally says, taking his hand. "If the right man were to ask." She can't help but tease him.

"Well, what are you doing tomorrow?" He asks, and she smiles.

"Probably going out with my boyfriend." She puts her coffee down and leans against the counter, close enough to put the ball in his court.

"Perfect." He smiles back, and then leans in to kiss her across the counter.

//

tags: @avada-kedavra-bitch-187  @one-sweet-gubler @theoraekenslover @thefandomplace @mcueveryday @icequeen1371 @kenzi-woycehoski @multifandom-boss-bitch

[fleurdelouvemonth]

And thus, we bring to an official close the fourth Fleur De Louve Month, event 2024! 🦾🛥👩🏿‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏻Thank you so much to all the authors and artists who took part in or read or reblogged all the amazing art that was created!

But wait! I hear you ask: what do we do with all the love we have left behind?

Fear not! Any additional works or recs related to this month can still be submitted and we will be happy to reblog it and update the list to include them.

The admins thoroughly enjoyed interacting with everyone and appreciate you all for helping this ship grow! Please stay tuned for what comes next and, always, keep creating for the good ship Fleur De Louve!

You can find the full AO3 collection here!

🦃🥧🍁🍠🦌❄️🍂☃️🎄🎁🕎🍪🌬🍎🧣🎁

1. Checking in… by NefertiriJones 

(Tumblr fic link with artwork @tllgrrl)

Bingo boxes: Free space

Chapters 1/1 - Rated: T

It’s almost Christmas, Bucky Barnes is in the field, and has to make a quick phone call home. Unfortunately, he has a…captive audience.

Other characters: Alexi Shostakov-Red Guardian, Yelena Belova-Black Widow, John Walker-US Agent, Ava Starr-Ghost

Additional Tags: Ficlet, Wordcount: 100-500

2. It’s All Greek To Me by NefertiriJones

(Tumblr fic link with artwork @tllgrrl)

Bingo boxes: Dusk/Free space

Chapters 1/1 - Rated: T

Just another one of the many languages running around in Bucky Barnes’ brain. A language Sarah had a passing...encounter…with.

Other characters: N/A

Additional Tags: Fluff, Romance, no jealousy here, Kissing, Light Petting, PolyglottalShenanigans, Wordcount: 100-500

3. Seasonings by NefertiriJones

(Tumblr fic link @tllgrrl)

Bingo boxes: Seasoning/Dusk/Free space

Chapters 1/1 - Rated: G

Bucky calls in a last minute favor, gets a package from Home, and a phone-call from a Princess.

Other characters: Shuri

Additional Tags: Bucky Living His Best Life

4. The Vampire on Prytania Street by Sarifinasnightmare

(Tumblr fic link @sarifinasnightmare)

Bingo boxes: Fairytale/ “Never Scare Me Like That Again”/Farmer’s Market/Masquerade Ball/“Darling, you’re already in my veins”

Vampire AU - Chapters 10/10 - Rated: M

The large manor on Prytania Street had belong to the Barnes for as long as the neighbors could remember. Besides the gardening men, no one had seen anyone around it, until one day the widow Darlene Wilson climbed up the steps to reunite with an old friend. The vampire AU I swore I'd never write. Oh well.

Other characters: Sarah Wilson's Husband, Sam Wilson, Darlene Wilson, Cass Wilson, AJ Wilson, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanov, Wanda Maximoff, Peggy Carter, Original Female Character(s) of Color, Original Male Character(s) of Color

Additional Tags: Drama & Romance, Family Drama, Attempt at Humor, Human/Vampire Relationship, Breaking vampire stereotypes, Idiots in Love Sort Of, Post-Divorce, Hurt/Comfort, Shameless Smut, Bisexual Bucky Barnes, Angst and Fluff and Smut

Thank you again for all of the amazing content you created to make this event possible! You're the one who keeps this ship alive and kicking! We wouldn't be here without you!

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[chericheribaby]

loops hello!! <3 quilt, moonlit, & cocoa for the ask game

cass!!! hi, hello<3

quilt - how do you take your tea (or coffee)?

Well, I don't drink either that often but when i have chamomile (for my tummy) and lemon tea i add a bit of honey because i like them sweet. Same for the coffee, a bit of milk and sugar.

moonlit - are you a neat or messy person? Is your room / house orderly?

I'm a certified mess, sadly. BUT my mess makes sense to me, like i know where everything is lmao so

cocoa - if you could have any type of hair, what colour and cut would you have?

ufff well, i have a weird attachment to my hair (i blame my fear of change for that one) so i don't do anything bold with it ever, however, if i could i would have a wolf cut, just to see what the fuss is about, you know. Or i will do a perm so i could have some curls, or maybe i will dye it red.

autumn ask game

[necrotic-nephilim]

fic masterlist

all of my fics on ao3 exist in this series on ao3, but they're also collected here if you'd like a quick view of what i've written. i write anonymously on ao3 for various reasons explained here! i also have a couple of shorter, less polished fics on tumblr, usually just written for fun. always read the tags and warnings! <3

fics on ao3

sorry about the blood in your mouth, i wish it was mine - JayTim, extreme dubcon, emetophilia, blood kink, dead dove: do not eat

an inch away from more than friends - CassTim, very mild dubcon, soft dom!Cass, fluff, praise kink

your dream turned into a nightmare when i crawled inside it - DickTim, extremely dark, necrophilia kink, noncon, vampire!Dick, dead dove: do not eat

we would sell anything just to buy who we're not - JayTim, lobotomy, blood & gore, PWP, dead dove: do not eat

you're just an echo of the way you used to be (when i'm with you i miss you the most) - JayDick, porn with feelings, identity porn, assumed hallucination, dead dove: do do not eat

be happy, be horny, be bursting with rage - DamiDick, fluff, crack, thirst posts, one-sided feelings

(maybe it's a blessing in disguise) i see my reflection in your eyes - JayTim, PWP, cannibalism as a metaphor for love

Omega Dick Week 2024 Masterlist - assorted pairings

i caught feelings no concealing // there is no way that he doesn't know - DickTim, PWP, Tim's unternet suit, praise kink

you cut so deep (but i always loved you deeper) - JayTim, PWP, blood play, pain play, dead dove: do not eat

i must confess to you // i want to possess you - JayTim, PWP, mean dirty talk, rough sex

i've been living six feet down (baby i'm alive right now) - JayTim, PWP, fucking during the Titans Tower Incident

is it too much to ask to be kind (i could use a little sympathy and not discipline) - JayCass, blood and gore, LoA AU, PWP, dead dove: do not eat

i'm pretty sure that all of this is my fault (i'm the one who kissed you first and took my clothes off) - BruSteph & JaySteph, PWP, vanilla sex that is still dead dove: do not eat

fics on tumblr

BruDick and JayTim both getting caught, crack fic

CassTerry pegging, PWP

Whump Dialogue Prompt Masterlist

JayTim, “So, like… Do you want to fuck me up or do you want to fuck me?” ficlet

while you're welcome to send me a prompt, please understand my inbox is usually at least 40 asks deep at any given time. i'd *love* to hear your ideas/thoughts and "yes and" with you, but know that sometimes i might write a fic, and sometimes i might just write an extended headcanon/concept. and if i do write a fic, it can take me anywhere from a day to a month to get to. thank you for your patience and kindness <3

[quarantineddreamer]

✨ B's RebelCaptain Rec List ✨

Apologies in advance as I have NO DOUBT that I missed including some very talented individuals and their works in this list. (This is by no means comprehensive.)

I haven't been here all that long, but wow--since day one I've been blown away by the talent in this fandom and the dedication of all the creators.

So, thank you lovely souls for sharing your beautiful art (in all its many forms) for us to enjoy--and thank you RC community as a whole for being so lovely and welcoming this past year! I am truly grateful to be screaming/crying/rewriting canon with you 💖

Give Up the Ghost by @frostbitepandaaaaa

I mean...what can I say? I love all of Frost's writing, but this was the first work I ever read of hers and it is devastating and gorgeous and will make you lose your mind. I remember the first time I read it just...lingering on certain sentences because I was in awe of how beautiful they were. Just read it. Trust me. (And then check out her WIP 12 Days afterwards!)

threshold by @astromechs

Another writer whose works I love. (Okay, that's pretty much everyone on this list--the RC fandom is so frickin talented). But for me, this fic in particular stands out as one that gives incredible insight into Cassian's character--and an adorable story overall. Heartfelt and beautiful.

built on hope by @luciechat

I am particularly obsessed with chapter 3 of this collection of prompt-writes Getting Back Together (in the Cold). Lucie paints the picture so clearly and the tension throughout is delicious. Highly recommend reading this RC Hoth fic--and Lucie's other amazing works!

we were never going to make it by @fulcrumstardust

Okay off the bat: be mindful of the tags! This was a whumptober fic and it is BIG SAD. But it is also so, so beautiful. The emotion woven throughout cuts to the bone and as painful as it was, the premise of the story was very well executed. (And if you're looking for a lighter read--maybe a spicy one--Moria's one-shot SOLAR STORM has such an incredible setup. The sexual tension is so well done.)

The RebelCaptain Romance Collection by @agentjackdaniels

I couldn't choose just one from this collection! Luce writes the softest, sweetest, fluffiest stories for RC that you will ever read. (Which makes perfect sense if you're lucky enough to get to know her because Luce is such a genuine, sweet soul.) These fics are like a warm-hug for the soul--just what you need after watching Rouge One.

the things you said by @gaygingersnaps

Again: I am not usually one for Modern AUs but I think the RC fandom is changing me and the first I ever read was Eli's amazing fic. I am obsessed with how Eli writes Jyn's internal dialogue. It's so in character and sharp and will make you smile and shake your head and go "Oh, Jyn!" This collection of stories is idiots-in-love like nothing else and you will fall in love with the world Eli has so thoughtfully crafted for a modern-day RC.

objection, your honor by @andorerso

I'm not usually one for modern AUs, but this fic is just so much fun. The banter between Cass and Jyn is so in character and so sharp and witty and the whole time I was reading I had a grin on my face. (These two idiots.) I love all the little details Sissi considers in this AU (Chewie being the dog for example), but that's no surprise! She is the queen of AUs!

Tethered (to the Story We Must Tell) by @dilf-din

I just absolutely loved the setup for this fic. Jess manages to fit these characters into a magical world so seamlessly by embedding the most incredible details from the Star Wars universe. (I was obsessed with the "stormtroopers".) Jess's writing is so smooth and rich and will immediately grab your attention.

Coping Mechanisms by @mosylufanfic

I think this was the first fic I ever read of mosylu's! I love the way she writes Jyn--always perfectly in character, strong and sassy. But in this fic in particular, I love the softness she brings to Jyn in how she cares for Cassian. I found it to be a very beautiful, healing read. (But if you're looking for something a bit longer or more upbeat! I mean, take your pick. Mosylu is another author who is amazing at AUs and her works are always such fun reads.)

RC Proposal by @ninsletamain

I could have put any of nins' pieces down as a rec. (Like seriously go scroll her feed she's insanely talented and her work blows my mind everytime without fail). But I chose this one because it is just so rich and full of detail, I love the story it tells, and you cannot help but smile whenever you look at it.

Claw Machine by @winterdruid

Definitely an all-time favorite for me. I remember making a joke about claw-machine as a first date when I was doing a RO rewatch with some friends and then this masterpiece showed up on my feed and my jaw dropped?! It's so fun and cute and well-done and I reblog it every time I see it soooo.

Seashore (for RC Fluffbruary) by @adeptnenyim

I love the scenery, their poses, their expressions, the quote?! Ahhh all of it! Nen's art is so soft and special and gives me all the feels and this one is no exception.

BTS of RO Inspired by @art-question-mark

I have always loved the picture this piece is based off of. In my head, it is happy Jyn and Cass. In my head, it is canon. Natalie's style is so beautiful and I love some of the quotes Natalie pulls from the Rogue One novel to go with the art!

Pretty Cute by @muguathepapaya

This piece is super cute and exactly what they deserved. I'm obsessed. Gives me all the warm and fuzzies. Sunshine on a rainy day, so gorgeous.

Time to Wake Up by @eegnm

Okay are you noticing the theme yet? I love seeing these two happy, and this scene in particular is just so...warm. I love the cuddly vibes, their expressions, all of it. You can feel the love in it.

losers by @necr0mancers

I am obsessed with the look they are exchanging. Very conspiratorial and so true to them. I also just love the style of this artists' works and the sense of humor woven through many of their pieces.

Elevator Scene by @satmolly

Nope I actually do not have words for this one. I think it says enough. (This happened, and it happened just like this and it is so very beautiful).

Favorite Scene (beach) by @dramaticmusicplaying

Another one that leaves me speechless. (Okay, they ALL do I feel like I am not doing these artists justice I'M SORRY). I just think this piece captures the beach perfectly and I love the style and all the colors and I kinda need to cry after looking at it okay?!

Jyn/Cassian Smooch by @barrikae

I am totally obsessed with this artist's style and this image in particular is just: ahhhhh! You know? Like look at themmmmm. Thank you for this barrikae.

Space Travel by @freebooter4ever

Your honor, they are holding hands and they are so very sleepy and I am so very in love with this piece. I love the artist's style and again, amazing scene set. Lives rent free in my mind.

Tagging creators for this one vs specific sets (cause you CANNOT make me choose honestly) and linking this post I wrote awhile back about how incredible I think you all are! (As in: I specifically had RC creators in mind when I wrote that post.)

*This is the list I am most nervous about cause I am almost certain I am forgetting people so if you see this and you make gifs for RC please know I love you and your work <3

@bartowskis

@staticwaffles

@jyndor

@andorerso

@jemmasimmons

@sydneyadmu

@garethsedwards

@gizkalord

@kalikoris

@dailyrebelcaptain

@therebelcaptainnetwork

[mrsarcherofinfamy]

For his birthday ❤️

●Chuck Taylor x Reader●

Summary: Best Friends watch your son during your match. You see how good Chuck is with your son.

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"Kris please. Do you know anyone who can watch Blake during our match? I had to bring him along with me because my babysitter canceled last minute!"

I am holding onto Kris Statlander's arm while also holding my 3 year old son Blake and his bag begging her to help me.

"Ya know what? I have a group of guys that would help me anytime. Follow me!"

She grabs my hand and I follow next to her walking fast. She walks up to a locker room door and knocks.

"Who is it?!"

"It's Stat!"

"Oh come in."

The door opens and Trent lets us in. The guys start staring at me as I smile looking at them.

"Guys this is Y/N. Better known as (your wrestling name) and she needs someone to watch her son just during her match with me. Can you guys please watch him?"

"Please."

I look at them with puppy dog eyes. Chuck comes over and puts his arms out signaling for Blake to get in his arms. Blake pushes off of me and into Chuck's arms. I smile at him as he gets Blake comfy in his arms.

"Y/N right? From ROH?"

"Yeah I'm new. Kris suggested me to be her partner tonight to show off my skills to Tony."

I hand him Blake's bag as the other two men are staring at me. Kris grabs my arm and looks at the guys.

"We have to get going. See you afterwards."

"Thank you again!"

Kris drags me out of the room and out to gorilla.

_________________________________________

*Chuck's POV*

I sit down on the couch with Blake on my lap as Cassidy turns the TV on to watch Kris and Y/N's match. They are making their way to the ring and Blake points at the tv.

"Mommy!"

"Yeah that's mommy. Your mommy is beautiful dude."

"Chuck."

"What? I'm being serious. She is gorgeous."

Orange rolls his eyes at me and continues watching the TV. Blake watches Y/N wrestle and keeps clapping at the tv. I look at him smiling. He turns and looks at me.

"I hungry. Can get food?"

"Sure dude!"

I stand up holding him and walk out of the locker room heading to catering. I walk in with a few people in catering and walk over to the table.

"Whatcha want buddy?"

He points at some stuff he wants and I grab a plate putting some on it. I walk over to a table and set the plate down on the table than sit down on the chair with him on my lap. I help him eat when someone sits down at the table. I look up seeing MJF sitting across from me.

He points at Blake with his fork.

"Whose kid is that? I know it's not yours."

"This is Y/N's son."

Max starts choking on his food, takes a drink than looks at me.

"Wait... Y/N? The one tagging with Stat right now?"

"Yup."

"Oh crap."

I look at him confused but, he looks down continuing to eat his food ignoring me. I shake my head and help Blake keep eating his snacks.

_________________________________________

*Y/N POV*

Me and Kris are walking back to the Best Friends locker room with her arm around my neck.

"That was such a fun match! Thanks for being my partner Y/N!"

"Of course! Anytime!"

We walk into the locker room and I see that Chuck and Blake are missing.

"Ummm Cass, where is Chuck and Blake?"

"He went to catering because Blake was hungry."

"I'll see you guys later."

I run out of the locker room with Blake's bag and my bag. I walk into catering finding Blake sitting on Chuck's lap and Max sitting across from them. I walk up to Chuck setting the bags down next to the table not looking at Max.

"Hey guys! What are we eating?"

I pull the chair out next to Chuck and turn it to face them having my back to Max.

"Mommy!"

Blake puts his arms out and I take him from Chuck who is looking over at Max. I take a deep breath and look at Chuck with a smile pulling Blake's plate over to me.

"Chuck. Thank you for taking care of Blake for me. It means a lot. If there is anything I can do to repay you, let me know."

"Would you go on a date with me?"

"No she will not be."

I close my eyes hearing Max say that behind me and take a deep breath. I turn slightly looking at Max.

"I told you before to leave us alone. I am a grown woman. I can do whatever I want. And yes Chuck. We can go on a date."

"No you won't."

"Max."

"I am not letting you go on a date with him."

Max stands up looking at me and Blake. Chuck stands up looking at Max across the table.

"Why can't she go on a date with me, Max?"

"Because her and Blake are mine. That's my girlfriend. And that's my son."

I close my eyes taking a deep breath trying to talk calmly to Max so Blake doesn't freak out. Chuck is standing there with a shocked face.

"Max. I broke up with you because you decided to cheat on me. Three times. And yes this may be your son but when is the last time you saw him? Helped me out with him? Do you even know how old he is? You abandoned us because you didnt want us to ruin your career. Now look at us. I just had a great match on TV and Blake is being taken care of. Kris just introduced me to Chuck before my match and immediately Chuck got up, taking Blake, making sure he was taken care of. And that's why I will be going on a date with Chuck and not you."

Max looks at Chuck than at me, shakes his head and walks away. I look over at Chuck who has a big smile on his face as he sits back down.

"We can have a picnic and you can bring Blake! And than explain everything to me."

"That sounds like a perfect idea! Right Blake?"

Blake starts clapping his hands giggling. I smile and lean over trying to kiss Chuck's cheek. He turns his head and our lips collide in a romantic kiss. He pulls back looking at me and I smile looking back at him.

"I can't wait for that date."

"Me too."