#they meet up to have tea and share baby pictures

[kaymarie-bell]

One of my favourite running jokes in the fandom is "Deuce and Silver find out they have a single parent each and decide to arrange a date for them" and I think it would be so funny if the White Rabbit Festival event ended up being like that.

Like, Silver already thinks that Deuce would be a nice little brother to have specifically because he adores his mother the same way Silver loves his dad. They work well as siblings because they both value family a lot and are generally easy to get along with.

Shipping Lilia x Mama Spade exclusively because of the wholesome vibes all of them would have as a family lmao.

[tbaluver]

When You're Pregnant- The Love And DeepSpace Men

parings in order: Xavier x Reader, Zayne x Reader, Rafayel x Reader, Sylus x Reader

genre: fluff fluff

a/n: let me know if you want more! any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy!

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Xavier:

Finding out you were pregnant was one of the best news he's ever gotten in his life. He was determined to be there, every step of the way. He becomes way overprotective over you as your maternity passes by. He would always be close to your side, terrified that if he leaves, he might lose you again.

He wouldn't let you do anything. Laundry? Nope you stay and rest! Grocery shopping? Nope give him the list of what you need. If he found you doing anything by yourself he would immediately step in and help or do it himself.

Whatever pregnancy cravings you want he would either make it for you or go out of his way to get it for you. He would also try it with you no matter how weird it was.

Endless shoulder, back, leg rubs to help sooth your tired and aching body. He can't imagine how tired you must be growing another human inside of you so he wants to take away an discomfort in any way he can.

Zayne:

He's a cardiac surgeon. He knows the anatomy and physiology of the human body. So he checks on you and your bump everyday to make sure everything is alright. At night he makes sure that you sleep in a correct and comfortable position.

Anything you crave he'll either cook for you or he'll pick up or buy. Whatever you need this man will do it all for you.

This man is always ready. He has all the medical dates and any important events written down in his schedule. He would have the best doctors to give you regular check ups, follow up tests, and even for ultrasounds. He would even have a bag packed ready for when your delivery arrives.

If anything felt wrong or you were anxious about anything, you would call him first before any of your doctors and he would immediately be on his way to you.

He would def have a folder of all the scans, tests, reports of all your baby stuff and keeps one in your shared bedroom and one copy in his office. Sometimes he'll go back and read the files and be nostalgic on how much weeks and months have passed by already.

He would have a week free in his schedule in case you deliver before or after the due date. So no surgeries or any meet up with any patients because all his time is yours.

Rafayel:

I think he would definitely be happy but deep down I think he would be nervous. You know this man is clingy but ever since you told him you were pregnant, anywhere you went he would be right beside you.

The more your bump starts showing, he would spend time out of his day talking to you and your baby. You two would spend so much time discussing names and plans for when the baby arrives. When your asleep, he would whisper quietly talking to the baby bump and basking in your beauty. He would fall asleep on your side for talking to the baby bump so late, one hand rested gently on your bump.

He would have an extra room ready for when the baby arrives. He would help pick out what furniture and what baby clothes to buy with you. He would tell you all the ideas of what he would paint for the walls for the baby room.

I def think this man would take pregnancy photo shoots or even paint you to capture the joy and anticipation. But no photo or painting can ever capture what beauty he truly sees in his eyes. He'll have an ultrasound picture in his wallet below a picture of you two and an extra empty space for when the child is born.

Sylus:

He would be by your side as much as he can. When you get morning sickness, he would immediately be by you, holding up your hair and rubbing your back. He would carry you back to bed and making you tea.

If you were to have any body aches and need a massage, he's already on it. He would have any ointments and anything you needed to feel comfortable or to ease any discomfort.

Although he wants to stay by your side at all times, he does have to work. This man is the Onychinus's Leader after all. He hates that he has to be so far away from you though. He'll try to stay in contact as much as he can. While he's away he'll have Luke and Kieran take care of things for you. He'll have Mephisto give him checkups if your asleep or taking naps. He'll hire a personal chef to cook you anything you want.

This man has all the money in the world. Whatever you want, you get it. You want this room to be the baby room? It's all yours. You want the whole floor to be the baby room? Say no more. Whatever baby furniture you look at, it's yours. Whatever color you want for the room, it's yours. And if you want it repainted for the 10th time, he'll make Luke and Kieran repaint it again and again.

If it were your 6th or 7th month into pregnancy you would tell him that you found out that babies in the womb can hear stuff outside. He would rest by your side, whispering things to the baby saying things like "Come out soon little one so you don't give mommy such a hard time in there." or "Maybe I should try to sing the baby a song." Which you immediately shut that idea down.

[aquasoftware]

His baby. ⪩✿⪨

No warnings just Nanami being a dad (fluff) + ML.

Girldad!Kento, who pulls the classic "Go ask your mother." When his daughter wants something but eventually gives in, shaking his head with a slight smile once she brings out the big doe eyes and pleading combo. "I'll see what I can do." He says as he acknowledges her request.

Girldad!Kento, who supports his daughter's little dreams and gives her wads of cash to start her snack business at school, then once she quickly sells out, she finds hidden colorful sticky notes at the bottom in her big tote bag telling her how proud he is.

Girldad!Kento, who teaches his daughter how to save money when he finds out she spent most of her earnings on Doordash and Roblox.

Girldad!Kento, who covers his red face in embarrassment when his daughter dolls him up for a tea party, wearing a comically large powder pink tutu paired with a plastic silver crown as she records tik-toks forcing his two left feet to dance.

Girldad!Kento, who proudly wears his daughter's homemade bracelets that she made from a gifted hobby lobby bracelet kit to work anytime he gets handed a new one, not at all caring about the idiotic snickers he gets from his co-workers. Kento's favorite bracelet that he'll forever keep safe is one that has lettered black and white charms saying "Best dad."

Girldad!Kento, who never gets tired of the crafted macaroni gifts, whether it's on a card for his birthday, a picture frame for Christmas, or a macaroni necklace for Father's Day to him, it's always the thought that counts.

Girldad!Kento, who gets spoiled by his wife and his daughter, receiving two packed lunches for work. He was intensely observant of his daughter's latest interest, which this time became those junior cooking shows eager to try out a new recipe. Yet although it wasn't the best tasting food in the world, he still scarfed down his daughter's cooking as if it were his last meal.

Girldad!Kento, who awakens to the horrified cries of his precious child, begging "Papa, there's a monster in my room; can I sleep with you and mama tonight...?" He couldn't deny that, swiftly enough you both accepted her with open arms in your shared bed.

Girldad!Kento, who encourages his child to do a sport, feeling his heart melt as his little girl picks ballet.

Girldad!Kento, who spam calls you while you're at work so you can guide him through doing makeup for her ballet recitals. "That's the last step? Okay, I promise I'll get some videos for you, honey!" He reassures you, understanding that you don't want to miss a moment.

Girldad!Kento, who humiliates his poor daughter at the recital jumping up and screaming "That's my baby!"

Girldad!Kento, who never misses a PTA meeting or a parent-teacher conference meeting.

Girldad!Kento, who knew no amount of pep talks from you could prepare him for his baby getting her first period, halfway panicking in Walgreens, snatching up every sanitary napkin possible as soon as he got the text, picking her up from school early due to how bad it got getting her favorite comfort food to cheer her up afterwards.

Girldad!Kento, whose heart absolutely shattered hearing the sentence "Papa, I'm way too old for dolls now." What did she mean she was ready to give up Monster High and Barbie's? The saddened blonde refused to let his baby grow up even though he knew he had to.

Girldad!Kento, who almost sheds a tear when he finds out other cruel kids have been picking on her, calling her ugly, so instead of a typical lecture, he gave a warm embrace reminding her how beautiful she is.

Girldad!Kento, who will sob his eyes out at every single graduation, including elementary, middle, high-school, and soon eventually college, needing at least five boxes of tissues to himself at her middle school graduation, not even being able to fathom how he'd handle her high school graduation.

Girldad!Kento, who loves his daughter unconditionally.

8/28/24 11:59pm

[hwaflms]

𐙚˙⋆.˚ nct 127 as 1d songs!

‧₊˚ 💭 ✩彡 , , 0.69k, fluff + slight suggestive + slight angst, just lil snippets of you and 127 with one direction songs, not my usual writing style, TELL ME UR FAV 1D TRACKS

♡ taeil . . . last first kiss

rainy days, soft smiles and soft kisses, nicknames, casual dates, putting away groceries, taking photos of things to show each other later, promises, painting dates, secret handshakes, prolonged stares, drawing each other, approving photos to post, kisses on the top of your head, karaoke nights, trying street food together, song recommendations, deep questions, laughing over some soju, denial and hesitation, splashing each other with wet hands

♡ taeyong . . . little things

LONG showers, buying clothes for you, matching jewellery, folders in your galleries for each other, perfume, long talks over tea, words of affirmation, flowers, crying in front of each other, wine nights, slow dancing, sending you reminders to eat, falling asleep over call, learning ukulele together, staying-in days, holding hands 99.99999% of the time, corny jokes, bike rides, playing video games, cutting fruit for each other, naps while it's raining outside

♡ johnny . . . she's not afraid

secret movie dates, drive-thru mcdonald’s, tight dresses, tousled hair, long video calls, subtle lock screens, orange-scented soap, sneaking out at night, drunken confessions, the two of you together in the background of every photo, watching scary shows, kissing in the dark, running, texting while in the same room, lying in his arms, windy nights, knowing each others favourite songs, screenshots, hushed whispers, road trips, dancing in the kitchen

♡ yuta . . . perfect

parties at 1 am, hailing taxis, long sloppy kisses, tucking hair behind each others ears, red bull cans, blasting music in the car, ice cream runs, eye contact, skinny dipping, cheap hotels, playing pool, texting late at night, beach walks, wind blowing in your face, meeting in secret, italian restaurants, thin cigarettes, messy sheets and hair, windows all the way down, knowing smiles, wearing his shirt at home, soft gasps, motel pools, cherry lip balm, getting tattoos together, getting kicked out of parties

♡ doyoung . . . half a heart

soft sweaters, missed calls, buying his detergent, matching rings, soft wispy clouds, two different kinds of juices in your fridge, puddles, picnic dates, mixed up socks, never deleting photos, the first text after an argument, books with notes in them, walks by the river, watching a show together, conversations in the dark, spontaneous coffee meet-ups, naming plants, museum visits, drives in the rain, saving memes about each other, empty lockets

♡ jaehyun . . . no control

stargazing, drinking on rooftops, meeting at parties, red cups, pool nights, lipstick stains, the smell of his perfume, oversized clothing, driving fast when the roads are empty, voice messages, morning kisses, private playlists, tinted taxis, looking for each other in a room, holding your hair back, strong coffee, silk pillowcases, clothes on the floor, selfies on each others phones, muffled moans, drunk tattoos, pinching his cheeks

♡ jungwoo . . . 18

amusement park dates, walks at night, letters on beige paper, photo booth pictures, ugly keychains, playing on the seesaw when the playgrounds empty, passing notes, keeping said notes, bracelets, having each other as your lock screen, messy beds, lists of baby names, knowing each other's favourite songs, extra toothbrushes, shampoo bottles, yearbook cutouts, shoebox filled with letters and trinkets, holding pinkies, random texts throughout the day, talking to his mom on the phone, long calls

♡ mark . . . i want to write you a song

pure innocent love, cafe dates, warm hugs, board games and hot chocolate, writing songs for you, sharing clothes, pecks while smiling, cookie recipes, said cookies ending up burnt, karaoke nights, acoustic guitars, writing desks, cheek kisses, grocery shopping, badly taken polaroids, long walks, late night conversations, photo albums, beanies when it's cold, holding hands under the table, wearing his glasses, breakfast in bed, bouquets, scarfs, walks along the sand

♡ haechan . . . temporary fix

stolen glances, smokey rooms, making out in the back of a taxi, moonlight, hair flying in the wind, playing footsie under the table, jealousy, talking on the phone late at night, eyes meeting across the room, drunken kisses, sitting on his lap, lots of 'are you awake?' texts, vodka sours, mirrored lense sunglasses, dyeing each other's hair, locking doors, lips on your neck, avoiding questions, stupid contact names, waking up in his clothes, empty wine bottles, bright sunsets, 10+ tiktoks and memes every morning, voice notes of him singing

[quitealotofsodapop]

Wait when did Nezha become school friends with Peaches??? That's so cute and sad!

I mentioned it in this post about how the Celestial Realm be doing about Wukong's sudden change in behavior.

Nezha is like the only Celestial who would bother investigating what happened the night Wukong starting acting strange - his "Protector of Children" powers telling him that an infant was in distress.

Nezha doesn't find it surprising that Wukong got hurt protecting a baby. But what does is the fact that A: Baby is a brand new Stone Monkey, and B: Wukong seems to have lost his memories.

The Four Stalwarts have all agreed to let their King heal in his own time, not wanting to stress him or their new Prince out. Wukong hasn't truly lived for a long time, and perhaps this unusual circumstance will patch up the holes in his spirit.

But, Nezha isn't about to let Wukong wander around Megapolis without some back-up so...

Peaches: "Hi dads! This is Nez! He's in my class at school." "Nez", a snake demon: "Hi." Tang, sitting at the coffee table: "Nice to meet you, Nez! I'm Mr Tang, one of Peaches' guardians. I'm glad that he's made a friend!" Pigsy: "I'll stick on a fresh pot of tea. Did you have dinner yet, kiddo? You sure that your parents know where you are?" "Nez", surprised: "Uh. Well, I usually feed myself. It's no issue with my father." Pigsy, immediately in the kitchen: "Then you should stay for dinner! We're having banmian." Baby MK, on a baby mat: "Ban-man!" Peaches, cooing at the baby: "Yes, didi! Ban-mian! You're getting smarter every day!" Baby MK: (*delighted chirping!*) "Nez": (*sheds single tear of joy at seeing a healthy family dynamic*)

Pigsy thinks Peaches' friend is a little cold, but probably just needs some support. He always makes sure Nez leaves with a few servings of dinner for himself.

Tang is... suspicious. But a lot of the details he's managed to pick up seem to paint a picture of a stunted, mixed-demon with an unsupportive parent. And while Nez talks like an adult, he still reacts to things like a kid does. Tang and Nez share mythology knowledge whenever they run into each other. Tang wonders if there's a way to meet Nez's father... so he can smack him.

And ofc the baby stone monkey Xiaotian/MK. Nez has held full conversations with the infant - a side effect of his position as Protector of Children. MK thinks Nez is the coolest person on earth (other than his gege Peaches of course!).

[huellitaa]

it girl autumn 🎃🎀🍁

autumn is upon us!!!!!!!!!! all hail the best season 💭🎀🍂🧸🩷

──★ ˙ ̟🎀ur autumn to do list

🧁𓂃 ࣪˖ ur never too old for trick or treating (if u celebrate!). girl get OUT THERE. (🎀🗒️note: if u have any little siblings or cousins or family, then you can take them out trick or treating and celebrate w them js as an excuse to get outside!!)

🧸𓂃 ࣪˖ make pinterest boards for ur fav autumn movies and shows bcuz they cant do it themselves </3

🍂𓂃 ࣪˖ go collect leaves outside and make a pretty piece of art out of them

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ walk around early in the morning when its all foggy and pretty

🐇𓂃 ࣪˖ learn how to bake or cook (in my case anyway) OR look for some cosy autumn recipes to learn and share w ur loved ones or just to have a cosy night in and eat for urself♡

🧁𓂃 ࣪˖ go thru ur closet and wardrobe and throw out all the old things you don't wear anymore. autumn is a time of change, after all (🎀🗒️note: make some cute autumn outfits while ur at it! ♡)

🎃𓂃 ࣪˖ drink every possible pumpkin spice drink u can find in ur area

🍂𓂃 ࣪˖ get out of ur reading slump! if ur in one anyway. if not then just read more books bcuz tea, rain and books is quite possibly the cosiest thing ever

🎀𓂃 ࣪˖ visit a library alone, go shopping alone, just enjoy ur alone time. autumn is a time of introspection and a time to work on urself, and though i love spending time with myself in any season, autumn is especially cosy ♡

🧸𓂃 ࣪˖ look at cute pumpkin designs and make one urself if u celebrate halloween ♡

🎃𓂃 ࣪˖ make some little halloween decorations if u celebrate ♡

💭𓂃 ࣪˖ build a little bug hotel out of twigs and leaves and things u find on the ground outside!!!!!! i used to do this all the time w my brother or my friends when i was little and its very nostalgic and fun ♡

🧁𓂃 ࣪˖ take loads of pictures and make little vlogs and video diaries of ur autumn adventures, just for the memories ♡

──★ ˙ ̟🎀 music and media

🧁𓂃 ࣪˖ ur autumn playlist

clairo (charm, sling)

the 1975

florence & the machine (lungs)

the cardigans

the crane wives

neil young (harvest)

the smiths

phoebe bridgers

type o negative

kali uchis (never be yours)

gracie abrams

🍂𓂃 ࣪˖ movies and shows

the nightmare before christmas (obviously)

gilmore girls ♡

coraline, corpse bride, pretty much any tom burton movie

anne with an e

fantastic mr fox

hilda

gravity falls ♡

you've got mail

over the garden wall

pride and prejudice

jennifers body ♡

practical magic

little women

kiki's delivery service

arrietty ♡

howl's moving castle

lord of the rings ♡

and i always have a harry potter marathon every autumn because i loved it when i was younger, so why not!

(🎀🗒️note: i love playing identity v, animal crossing and cosy grove in the autumn too! or meeting up w friends and literally js playing board games theyre so fun♡)

──★ ˙ ̟🎀fall fashion and staples

okay so i personally love pink, whites, browns, cream colours and just general neutrals-pastels in the autumn, but you can adjust this to ur personal aesthetic and however you see fit!

the first thing i think of when i think autumn is layering. layer layer layer layer. tops and sweaters, cardigans, jumpers, leg warmers, tights; to keep you warm and pretty ♡

pay attention 2 fabrics! knitted, cashmere, fleece, flannel, all the cosy sorts are perfect for the autumn months ♡

patterns like stripes, leopard print, chevron, argle and plaid are so cute and simple, esp in october / november ♡

neutral colours, like beige, white, brown, cream, grey, black, and pale variants of colours too i think work so well esp in the autumn ♡

anything fur lined is absolutely adorable i rest my case

MASSIVE COATS. i have this big trenchcoat my mum had since i was a baby and i wear it EVERYWHERE in autumn ♡

boots are THE autumn shoes, bonus points if they're fur-lined. they just look so so cute ajdhfjsfjhsjf♡

knit hats and small hair accessories, bonus points if they're in the pretty autumn colours ♡

not really fashion but i love doing simple makeup in the autumn. just very dewy natural looks are pretty all year around, but especially in the fall ♡

🍂𓂃 ࣪˖ pretty fall fashion:

all my love... 💬🎀🫶🏻💗

[flowery-mess]

Midnights of October🍁🧡🎃

October 29th

Noah taking care of your kid while you're sick

warnings: Noah pictures as a dad, reader being sick as in having cold/flu

taglist: @concreteangel92 @sorrowsofsilence @lma1986 @stardustsirenmelody @dream-machine-love @mrsnoahsebastian (let me know if you want to be tagged or deleted!😊)

Midnights of October masterlist

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Requested here

Yeah well that would probably happen with Noah

I'm going to change baby into a 4yo Milo here

Noah would see the positive side of it which is he can spend one on one time with Milo

They would make sleepovers in living room or in Milo's room

They would watch movies, play board games, make pillow forts, play outside in the garden or spend time in Noah's studio where Milo would be interested in all the instruments and buttons Noah has there

Maybe Milo would make a short song for you

I can actually see that as something they would do from time to time

Lock together in the studio and think of some funny and short lyrics and then both record themselves singing and make like a minute long song for your birthday, when you're sick or just like that on a random Sunday

For like a day or two you'd just sleep in your bedroom, Noah would stop by to leave you some tea, snack or medicine on the bedside table

After two days you'd feel better, take shower and then meet Noah and Milo in kitchen

"Mommyyyy!" Milo would scream when he'd see you and run in your direction, but Noah would catch him mid run

You and Milo would share confused look

"No, let's not get you sick and let's get you back to the bed." he explained

Identical frowns would form on yours and Milo's faces, but yeah Noah is right

"I can take Milo outside while you finish cooking? We will be in fresh air so Milo won't get sick." you tried

"Are you crazy woman? You won't step outside for even a second." Noah would shoot you his 'dad' look

And that's how you end up laying in the love seat in your living room and Noah with Milo cuddled on the couch

Your sick and tored body couldn't help itself and tears formed in your eyes at the sight

"What was that babe? Are you crying?" of course Noah heard you

"Yeah, I miss you." you'd say in your baby voice

"We're right here baby."

"I know, but I want cuddles."

"Okay come here."

You'd sprint out of the love seat to the boys and squeeze them both

When it was time for bedtime you told Noah you're very much capable of reading book to Milo by yourself

But when you laid down with him in his little bed, your body betrayed you for a second time

You fell asleep before Milo did

So Milo ran downstairs to get Noah who had to put you both in bed in the end

Little Milo told Noah to take care of you and that he'll fall asleep on his own

You'd wake up at the feeling of being lifted up, feeling the familiarity of Noah's hands around your body

He put you down on your shared bed, then laid next to you and whispered in your ear "Get some more rest babe, I love you."

[tinytennisskirt]

little blurb about Art n Pat NEEEEDING to fuck the cute southern girl that works at the motel they’re staying at 🤠

patrick and art driving themselves crazy over the southern girl who works at the motel in the countryside they’re staying at before heading to a tournament nearby. she’s got short shorts and she’s usually in some form of crop top and she’s got those braids. and her accent…

the second they meet her, perfect, short n sweet, she asks for their names and for a second they both forget they’re checking into this little motel. she looks at them through long flirtatious eyelashes with naturally pink cheeks that glow when she smiles and both boys are awestruck and are instantly insane about her.

the thing about her is that she’s real. she’s not california plastic, she’s real, with thick thighs and round hips and perfect tits and you usually can’t have all that without a little bit of a stomach unless you’re california-doctored. she does have it all, including the non-flat stomach art can’t stop thinking about. the little stretch of skin between her shirt and shorts? he fucks up into his hand at the thought of it later that night. he’s picturing her in this very motel bed, riding him like he knew you rode horses. the pictures behind you at the front desk said so… save a horse, maybe. something like that but he KNOWS he needs her on his dick.

patrick in the motel room bathroom in the shower trying to mask the fact he’s doing the same thing. he’s thinking about bending her over, fucking her hard, hearing her moan out his name with her slight twang. he’s got that farmers daughter fantasy in his head and he’s thinking about what sounds she’d make if he pulled her braids as he fucked her.

both boys finish at the same time, unbeknownst to them.

art wakes up the next morning a little eager to go down to the main hall where he knows there’s a small diner attached to the motel. he’s starved after last night’s activities. he and patrick head down in their casual shorts and t-shirts and there she is, a fucking waitress. she seems happy to see them as they stand there, mouthes a little open at the sight of her in her short skirt, skirt apron, and blouse with a few buttons open. same braids. patrick grabs the back of art’s arm as to brace himself and art over this look on her.

she strikes up a conversation with them just wondering what they’re in town for. they explain their tennis plans and you sit down with them to hear more about them. patrick and art are both so fucking hard under the table over the fact that when she leaned forward to rest her elbow on the table, there was a good, clear view of her tits in a red checkered bra. too fucking on brand. patrick and art try to be inconspicuous about the fact they have to adjust themselves so often.

she’s onto them. more than onto them she’s into them. cute boys, her age, maybe a little older if she guesses. from the city. she talks about herself and as she does she’s twirling her hair and she’s got gum in her mouth and she blows bubbles and patrick is just numbed by how much he wants to fuck her.

they have to go but they stay a little longer to talk to her. the problem is getting up to go when they’re both so painfully hard. thankfully she’s smart, catches on, says goodbye and walks into the back room of the diner so the boys can make their escape.

the thought of her throws off both of their game. they’re only thinking about going back to the motel to see if she’s still working. good thing it’s only a practice day.

they do head back. they haven’t spoken to each other about her, but they know they share interest. the boys head inside the main part to ‘head to the vending machine’ and there she is, making fun of the city boys for their choice of sodas when she knows that nothing compares to her sweet tea. patrick wonders if it’s an innuendo.

she takes the time to sit and talk to them again, engaging in ways that excite them as she sits across from them, in her shorts and a baby tee, thighs on the arm of the chair, art wishing they rested on him. they’re flirting the way they usually do, helping each other out while taking playful jabs at each other. they are so down bad for this little farm girl who holds her head high.

but she has to head to bed to be up early for a shift at the diner and the boys respect that. she asks to be walked to her quarters and both boys scramble to stand and agree. she asks if they smoke and they nod. out in the parking lot she’s got a pack of cigarettes and she puts one between her lips and art is almost drooling. and the way she’s talking to them both, you’d think it was flirting. how close she can get with both of them as she speaks and shares her cigarette with the two boys…

patrick is staring at her ass in those shorts and it’s driving him insane and art is so fidgety just watching the way she sways in the evening breeze.

the second they’re alone in their room they’re talking about her. gushing not only praise for her body, but her accent, her braids, her clothes and its kat zimmerman all over again. the boys are more comfortable crossing that line after the tashi incident, where they kissed, so yeah the line is blurred.

patrick is more bold, hand on his cock, pulling it out, talking about your perfect lips. and art agrees, talking about how soft they look as he presses the palm of his hand against the bulge in his jeans. patrick groans about how they’d feel wrapped around his dick and art knows he can’t take it slow, he pulls his out as well.

“i’d fuck her backwards,” patrick says. “how much dick do you think she gets? she’ll be all tight and those girls get wet so easily…”

art groans, “so easily… fuck… you think she’d ride your face like she rides her horses?”

“good point-“ patrick says through a heavy breath. “she can ride me until i die for all i care. i bet she’s good at it, and those thighs-“

“her waist,” art remarks. “fuck, her waist. “thighs.. she can crush me, i’d die happy.”

and they stroke themselves until they come. patrick first, this time around. the cleanup is silent but both boys are satisfied with the shared fantasy. art, however, dreams about her. having her. kissing down her soft stomach, tongue between her legs…and he’s asleep but he’s grinding softly against the bed. patrick is asleep. he ends up grinding into the bed so much he finishes again in his shorts. he has to clean that one up alone.

they see her the next morning as she pours them coffee and they stare at her, grins on their faces, art still fidgeting in her presence. she’s got this light to her that makes the room feel warm. she flirts shamelessly today with both of them and adds on a little invite to a fire she’s having out behind the motel by her quarters. if they aren’t too tired from tennis, that is.

both boys play awfully that day in practice. there’s nothing they can think about other than her and her invite. her, alone. HER. it’s all her. no they’re not too tired from tennis, they’re at her door at 9pm like she asked and she answers it with her hair down. it’s wavy from the braids, it’s gorgeous and sultry and so are her eyelashes, her cheeks, those lips… and some shorts, not jean shorts, but short shorts that almost look like underwear. that and another baby tee…

greetings are exchanged with the anxious boys and art begins to ask where you’re going to have the fire when she pulls him into a kiss, a hard kiss, hot and lust-filled and both boys were not expecting that.

“oh, fuck,” patrick says as he realizes what’s about to happen when she leaves art to kiss him too, stumbling into her room and shutting the door.

the three of them exchange kisses, art and patrick included, both eager to feel it all. she straddles art and his hands fall on the waist of hers he so adores. patrick ends up behind her kissing her neck and jaw and art is making out with her, hands gently squeezing the absolutely fucking perfect love handles, made to be held the way they are as she takes her shirt off.

both boys pause to see exactly what she has and satisfied, go back to what they were doing, art’s hands travelling up to her chest to squeeze gently as she begins to roll her hips against him. he groans into her mouth and she takes it with a smile, moving downwards, unbuttoning his pants. art and patrick kiss again, sharing air, sharing tongue, and the air is warm.

clothes are stripped and the boys take turns with her in exactly they way they imagined. patrick’s hand on his dick watching her bounce on art’s. they’re right, she rides hard. art is a fucking mess of curls, he’s grabbing her waist with one hand and the bed with the other as she rides him. she’s got art trying desperately not to finish, she’s got patrick jerking himself off fast and hard. her pretty pink lip between her teeth and perfect tits bouncing.

art has his eyes shut telling himself not to come. if he opens them he’ll see her perfect thighs spread over him, he’ll see how she sinks down onto his cock, see her waist as she rolls her hips down onto him. “you like that?” she asks, twang apparent even through her heavy breathing. “feels good?”

“so good,” art manages.

“you can look at me, y’know.” she’s evil. patrick knows it, hand speeding up. “i don’t bite.”

“uh huh,” art replies. he’s weak, she’s wearing him down he could come any second if he wanted to. “fuck, you feel so good.”

“yeah? why don’t you look at me, pretty boy?” she says and it takes all of his strength not to come there and then. patrick is watching, eyes half-lidded, watching as she fucks his best friend. “come on.” art doesn’t want to. he wants to last to impress her. but fuck, he looks at her and he’s done for, patrick knows it. “go ahead.” she knows it. and art finishes hard into the condom, grabbing hard at whatever he can.

all of it almost gets patrick too, but he stops. art is more than undone as her hips roll to a stop. she bends down, tilts his head up to kiss her while he’s still inside. he squirms just in the slightest as she grinds down on him just once more before moving off of him. he’s awestruck, but removes the condom and tosses it, laying on his back, still hard.

she crawls over to patrick and replaces his hand with her own. he’s got eyes clouded over with lust as she strokes him gently, slow pace after she just fucked art to completion. he groans a low groan and she just smiles.

art, fucked out, lifts himself up on his elbows to watch. he’s so fascinated by her, he’ll watch her do anything. eyes on her lips as they connect with patrick’s, watching his hand grab her bare chest, leaning her back. art passes him the condom and he slips it on before he plunges into her. it’s wet, she’s so wet, it’s easy to slip into her. she’s moaning already, having already been fucked with no end in sight. her hands on patrick’s back.

art watches with his mouth a little open as patrick fucks her hard in return for how hard she fucked art. she’s moaning out and her hand grabs art, pulling him close to kiss him while patrick fucks her. the kiss is desperate and halted by moans. art takes a liberty and kisses down her neck, down to her chest, taking her perfect nipple into her mouth and sucking gently. she’s moaning, hands in art’s curls again as patrick pounds into her.

“you like fucking two guys in one night, hm? don’t get much dick around here?”

“n-no,” her accent is so cute.

“you like being a whore?”

“if it gets me this,” she replies. “fuck… art.” patrick fucks her harder and it’s his name out of her perfect mouth.

“she’s so perfect, hm, art?”

art nods, “so perfect. so pretty.”

she moans. she thought she had control but the boys are teaming up. “fuck, i’m close,” patrick groans, thrusting harder, sloppier. followed by, “fuck, i’m coming.” and when he does, it’s hard and breath taking. she’s breathless when patrick and art share a look. she doesn’t get a break when art’s head sips between her thighs, beginning to lap at her juices. her thighs squeeze and she moans loud, hands pulling art’s hair hard. it only lasts second before art has an idea. patrick understands too easily.

moving onto his back, art pulls her onto his face a little bit shamelessly. his nose bumping her clit as she grabs the headboard. she’s moaning and she’s mumbling his name as she moves her hips, art’s arm half grabbing her ass, half supporting her as she begins to ride his tongue, his nose- like they’re the saddle of her horse.

he’s leaking, patrick notices before grabbing art’s dick firmly. art makes a sound that vibrations of send chills down the skin of their shared southern doll. patrick slowly, but firmly begins to stroke art’s cock, hand slightly twisting as it goes up and down. art moans out under her as she continues on his tongue making circles around her clit.

“fuck!” she cries out. “oh my god, oh my god.” her accent the cutest thing. “i’m gonna-“ she’s got both of the boy’s attention. “so close.” her noises are hotter than any they’ve ever heard. patrick’s hand speeds up and before he knows it, his hand is covered in art’s cum the same way art’s mouth is covered by her juices as she unravels on his face. no better way to go than that.

heaving, the three lay there for a moment before cleaning up. the boys have a game tomorrow…

she bids them goodnight after a bit of easy laughter and conversation and the boys talk about the sex the whole way back to their room where they both pass out as soon as they hit the pillow. sex with the country girl was a lot more work than they’d estimated.

[fajerfamily]

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My name is Enayat, aged 44. I am a special education teacher and speech therapist for children. We used to live a dignified life.

My 48 year-old husband and I have six lovely children.

We had a home that brought us together with love, and our children grew up in a happy family meeting their needs as much as possible. However, on October 7, 2023, we were displaced from our home in southern Gaza due to shelling, shattering our dreams there.

• Here is a picture of my home before the bombing

husband suffered seven fractures in his leg, a serious injury that nearly led to amputation, prompting his transfer for treatment in Egypt.

My children's lives were disrupted, and our workplaces were bombed, with most schools and universities in Gaza destroyed. This has left my injured husband and me facing unemployment after the destruction of all life facilities in Gaza.

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Currently, we live with relatives, 15 people in a small tent, in a very cramped space, going through a difficult and exhausting period.

I suffer greatly because my injured husband cannot support me in these difficult circumstances..

All my children miss their father and have taken on responsibilities at an early age.

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I have lost many family members, including my dear sister, brother, and friend.

And my husband lost his job,he owned a poultry farm costing $10,000. We were displaced, leaving the chickens on the farm until they died of starvation.

There were beautiful little birds living in our home whom I fed with bread everywhere we fled, but they died due to malnutrition after 7 months of war.

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[fastboatsmojito]

Remembered this picture exists and had to write something for sleepy Carmy - that’s the same picture !!!

Peace - Carmy x reader blurb

|A/N; just realized I haven’t been putting a slash between the an and n on my works LMFOA anyways I’m sleepy and this is probably corny but irdgaf . Gender neutral reader <3

|wc; 391

|cw; all fluff ! 💓💓

You were just getting used to being in Carmy’s life - neither of you were used to staying this long. Days blurring into weeks into months as the only thing keeping them steady was the presence of each other.

One day you were meeting the hot chef your friend told you about and the next thing you knew he was just there - he was always there. He swore he never did this, the casual intimacy of you running your fingers through his hair enough to draw out the confession.

He didn’t fully understand why you felt so different from anyone else he’s tried to have a relationship with, everything just seemed easier with you than without.

You weren’t accustomed to it either, getting used to doing everything alone made it feel weird now that you didn’t have to. Sharing a bed with someone was one thing - waking up to them still being there on purpose was another.

Now you can’t believe you ever thought he was intimidating - lying on the couch beside you, head resting on your shoulder as he questioned your drink choice.

“It’s what tea?”

“Sleepytime tea!”

You pointed your mug to him, hand hovering under his chin as he took a sip.

“Good?”

He hummed as you placed your mug back down on the table, his hand reaching out to bring your arm back to him.

“I could go make you some if you-“

“I don’t want you to get up.” He kissed the inside of your wrist before putting your arm around his shoulder to pull you into him.

You moved his head closer to you so you could kiss the top of it, the scent of your shampoo still entangled with his curls from his shower.

You were watching house hunters - the calm, routine show easy for both of you to occasionally comment on, even easier to drift off to.

His blinks were getting longer, he was resisting the sleep your soothing hands were urging him to. He always tried not to fall asleep before you, never not missing seeing you so relaxed and peaceful.

“Go to sleep baby, it’s okay.” You whispered into his hair, guiding his head to lay on your chest as he gave you a small smile before letting his eyes close. He couldn’t resist the gentle song of your heartbeat.

SLEEPY CARMY SAVE ME 😞😞😞😞😞😞 im going to freak out .

[applbottmjeens]

PREDECESSOR AND PROGENY

tags: mentions of domestic violence, implied abuse, divorced Phillip Graves bc that is a man who has 100% been married before, age gap mention, power dynamic mention, Jack Graves mention, I DO NOT WRITE GRAVES AS A GOOD MAN.

summary: The woman once known as Irene Graves tries to save a girl from a similar fate.

She heard about her only in passing and in fits of frustration. He never called her by name. Just his “bitch of an ex wife” or “the ex”, dehumanizing her and demonizing the mother of his only son.

She's met his son. The closeness in age was enough to shake them. His name was Jack, and he was a splitting image of his dad- with a kindness in his eyes that was missing from it's father.

She recalls meeting Jack being looked upon with a mix of concern, pity, and horror behind a veneer of southern politeness Annie couldn't penetrate.

It isn't until she meets Irene, really meets her, that Annie understands Jack- he has Phillip's face. He has his mind. But that heart, that humanity…

Its all Irene Williams.

Strawberry blonde with red lips and a pair of baby blues that saw right through her. This woman was elegant. Beautiful. Nothing like the vindictive witch Phillip made her to be.

She sits across from her at this Cafe, assuring Anna that “he doesn't know this place. And if he did, he wouldn't think of showing up.” To reassure her. She knows Anna is at an edge. Scared.

Across from her, Irene assesses the fly caught in Phillip's web. She's young. And yet she already looks like he's put her through the fucking wringer. God this man had a talent. She thinks sarcastically, the hunched over young woman sheepishly drinking her tea.

Phillip always did like his share of pretty, tan brunettes. He'd cheated on her with one when they were still in highschool- but she'd forgiven him easily back then- After all, she wasn't being too loyal either.

“...I'm glad you finally decided to answer my emails, Miss Pham.” Irene speaks. “Can I call you Anna?” The girl nods.

Anna finally meets her eyes. Such sad, brown little eyes. “...He always told me to-”

“Ignore them.” They say at the same time.

“Ignore them?- That what I was saying was a bunch of horseshit? Yeah. I figured.” Irene shakes her head. Phillip Graves was still so predictable to her.

She laughs. Anna’s guard is still up. But of course. Irene was always the bad guy in Phillip’s stories.

“How long have you and Phillip been…together?” Irene asks.

Annie pauses. “Officially?...About…Two years.”

“Marriage?” Irene interrogates the girl. She knows she's coming off a bit strong- but from what she's heard of that girl? She should be biting back.

“He…Implies it.” Anna says meekly, almost shy, embarrassed.

“Any babies in the picture?”

“...I have a son.”

“His?” Irene raises a brow, sighing when the younger woman shakes her head no.

“I'm guessing Phillip's sinking his teeth into that one.” Her green eyes glance down at her cup. “I'm not proud to say I deprived that man of fatherhood. I wouldn't let him see Jack till he was around fifteen. Didn't want him ruining my boy.” Irene shifts in her chair. “I suppose Phillip is doing some…compensating on his part for yours.”

She thinks about when Jack told her about his encounter with Phillip's new squeeze when he came to visit once last year- the girl was mortified upon meeting him, but so sweet and bubbly nonetheless.

“I don't think she knew I existed ‘til we met that day.” Jack admitted to his mother over the phone. He recalled seeing his father a bit anxious as Anna told him, “Phillip never mentioned a son to me.” With a strained smile.

She'd never have dated him if she knew he had a kid her age for sure.

Irene was admittedly, a bit miffed realizing Phillip had roped someone else into his bullshit- learning she's young. She's pretty. Not surprised she's military either.

And to meet her and see the damage done is, pitying.

“...What's your son's name?” Irene asks, and Annie takes her phone to show a little baby with the most furrowed brow in irritation she's ever seen- but cute. Undeniably so.

“His name is Sylas Thomas- But…I just call him Tommy.” She says quietly.

“His father is…?”

“...Not in the picture” Annie admits, looking sad. “He…got deported the day I found out I was pregnant. I…I don’t know why he won’t talk to me.”

“...Sad coincidence.” Irene mumbles. Maybe not so much of a coincidence- but it would hurt to kick her while she's still down. It would be just like Phillip to deport her man… And threaten him into no contact. He was fiercely protective of what he thought was his.

“When I found out I was pregnant with Jack, I was already finishing the divorce proceedings.” Irene explains. She had a solid case for primary custody- bruises. Settled out of court, without any charges and he fucked off once he realized she'd won.

“I'm not going to tell you what to do, Anna.” Irene speaks low. “...But I'm sure you've heard your fair share of warnings. And this is me, someone who's been in your shoes, warning you to run before you end up carryin’ his baby too.”

But the girl only wilts like a flower deprived of water.

“I can't go.” Anna sighs. “He's all I have now.”

“He will take more if you keep letting him take at all.” Irene insisted. “...I'm sure you think he loves you. I'm sure he thinks he does too…” Irene's eyes close as she remembers their old life. Church on Sundays. Dancing in the kitchen. Calling when he could. “...Don't let him make you a victim, Anna. Don't make him the one that'll save you- because he won't be.”

Irene gives her her number. She registers it under ���Salon” in case Phillip peeks through her contacts again. He’d begun doing that lately.

Irene leaves that Cafe hoping she got through to her somehow. That even if she stays, she won't let that bastard step on her.

Phillip Graves was a wound on women. He couldn't help but forget they're people, not toys. It was in his nature to conquer.

And that girl was finding out the hard way.

“Bless your heart, Annabelle Pham.” Irene murmurs as she gets in the back of her chauffered car.

[002yb]

My heart???? I pove the amnesiac Jason being in love AGAIN with Dick. Please give us all your thoughts and Bruce and Tim and Damian and Alfred aaaaa

The trope of Jason having an undying crush on Dick Grayson is one that I'll shoehorn into every bit of anything I ever write, hahaha. I love it so much; it's so sweet. Thank you for following along with the secretary AU though. //u/// Here's some general thoughts for them:

Bruce

There are times Bruce has to do his job. Unfortunately, part of that job includes playing nice with his employees. A lot of people want to get in good with the CEO so that they'll be better favored for promotions. Rubbing elbows is part of corporate culture.

Only Jason doesn't give a fuck. Do you have an appointment? Of course they don't; Jason sure as hell didn't make one for them. Get outta here.

Just Jason being the most ornery secretary/assistant, an actual guard dog outside of Bruce's office.

Meanwhile Bruce just looking on from the glass panes separating them and being so smitten because look at his boy - small as he ever was and just as fierce as before. Viciousness being innately Jason and Bruce appreciating it in a way he hadn't before.

And when Jason finally shoos whatever bootlicker comes along, he sits back in his chair with a huff, before glancing at Bruce and smiling that ornery little smirk and Bruce loves him so damn much.

Unrelated: when Bruce can't stay on task, Jason moves himself to temporarily sit in Bruce's office with him. Just sitting across from Bruce at his desk and supervising because they've got deadlines, boss.

The above is a strategy Bruce employs to get Jason closer to him. It works up until Jason realizes what Bruce is doing, after which Jason withholds himself until Bruce does his job and Bruce is despondent over it, of course, but also a little humored and fond and affectionate because that's his boy.

Alfred

The way this man fishes for information on his grandbaby (Damian) being so next level. He laments to Jason about how he always wanted grandchildren, but... *sidelong glance to Bruce who straightens up in his office*

The joke being that Damian is actually Bruce's kid, only Jason still hasn't brought Damian around so they can't confirm anything.

Anyway, Jason shares pictures and Alfred adores them. Especially the ones that have both Jason and Damian in them.

And Alfred is a gentleman, a professional. He doesn't get cranky, only he does hahaha. Because he wants Jason home and he wants to meet his (great) grandbaby, Master Bruce. l<

Until they can sort that though, Alfred is very doting to Jason and Damian. He can't overstep, but when opportunity presents itself, Alfred offers up recipes that he knows Jason will like and that would be appropriate for a fussy child. He offers up little caretaking tips and tricks and bites back chortles when Jason jokes about trying them on Bruce.

Alfred startling when he gets a text from Jason one day asking for help with a sick child

And Alfred is halfway to the garage before he realizes how inappropriate that would be so he parks himself right beside the door just in case Jason requests him

Which he doesn't, which breaks Alfred's heart. But Jason does call and Alfred is able to talk Jason down and help him through whatever crisis Damian has brought on.

And later, Jason passing along a thank you card that Damian also contributed some baby scribbles to. Along with a little gift, a tea cup, that Damian helped pick out. Because they're really grateful and Alfred is composed about it until he gets back to the car and then he just holds this sweet note and gift and mourns how he wants his family back ahhhhhhhhhh

But Alfred is a strong person and bears the strain of it all and carries on.

It's his new favorite cup though ;U;

Dick

Dick uses the excuse of meeting Bruce and Tim for lunch all of once before he boldly asks Jason out

Bruce's jaw drops so fast. He's damn near tripping over every bit of furniture in his office and his own two feet, scrambling to the door where he falls dramatically against the frame with a lie that he needs Jason to fetch xyz thing from xyz area of WE

Once Jason is out of earshot, Bruce glowering so hard at Dick because don't lead their boy on; get those foul thoughts out of his head

And Dick just here without one impure thought in his head (yet) and being very l: because really, Bruce? Dick would never (only he will).

Anyway, Bruce cockblocking even the most innocent of interactions and Jason being a bit ._. about it because he's never so busy as when Dick turns up to say hi.

Just Dick surprising Jason at the office with drinks and food, little pick-me-ups. And here's the thing - Dick doesn't know Jason like Alfred does. He doesn't know Jason's favorites or things he doesn't. He's figuring it all out in the moment and he keeps making efforts and there's a level of guilt there for not doing this before, sure, but there's also enjoyment because it's Jason and ahhhhhh

When Dick brings by the pick-me-ups and leans against Jason's desk or pulls up a chair to sit across from him and loaf around for a few minutes, Bruce and Tim are just l: because really? Nothing for them?

And Dick laughs because, 'no, Jason's special.'

Which just slays Jason where he stands as he misinterprets Dick's (current) interests and intentions

Something something Dick picking Jason up after work on his bike. And both Bruce and Alfred send death glares Dick's way, but Dick just smiles that cheeky Robin smile at them before helping Jason up behind him and telling him to hold tight

Alfred relents with his petulance immediately if only because his boys look so happy; this is how it should have always been

Bruce, on the other hand, is getting into the car and telling Alfred to follow them immediately, don't lose sight of them! D<

Tim

Copy room meet-cute scenario. Where Tim is about to commit property damage because all the copiers keep jamming on him and he doesn't have the fucking time; he's got a meeting in x number of hours and he needs to prep all the materials and the interns aren't there to help because Tim didn't finish the reports until x o'clock and he's stressed and just got off of patrol he doesn't have time to fight and be bested by a fucking copier and-- 'here, let me help.'

It's Robin. Jason. It's Jason. And Tim feels Jason looks as heroic as he ever did back when the mantle was his to wear.

Jason doing the copying for Tim and brushing off the gratitude. 'I'd rather not explain to the boss that all our copiers were thrashed in the midst of someone's corporate rage ¬‿¬' before it settles on a shrugged, self-aware, 'you take over a lot of boss's work, so it makes sense that I help you, no?'

The stress leaving Tim slowly but surely as Jason and he work side by side to put together Tim's meeting presentation materials for all of the board members/xxxxxx department heads/etc.

Not much chatter, but at the end after Bruce turns up and causes a scene (because Jason is missing from his desk and 'where is he!?') Jason turns to Tim with a crooked smile and insists that if Tim needs help with anything, Jason's there.

And Tim is left there being all awestruck and a little flushed

Plenty of casual interactions after that. Just casual greetings in the morning. Teasing from Jason that disguises blatant check-ins to make sure Tim is good. Which he is. Tim's embarrassed about it, but he notices Bruce taking back some of the work he pushed off onto Tim and...it's better.

So much banter though as they get comfortable. And Tim still sees Robin, but he starts to see Jason more and he likes him a lot.

Tim going to see Bruce and Jason knowing Tim is cool, but tormenting him anyway with the whole 'you got an appt, sir?' shtick

Jason sneakily switching out coffee with water and snickering when he catches Tim grimacing, head snapping to look Jason's direction while Jason gives a cheeky wave

Tim being teased as the next Brucie because of the supposed 'flirtiness' of their interactions; it's a scandal waiting to happen, he's following in Bruce's footsteps, etc. etc.

Tim is embarrassed about the rumors that start to circulate. He doesn't even flinch when Bruce looms over him with a rough demand of, 'what are your intentions with Jason?' like Tim is doing anything uncouth, come on man

Whether because Tim is genuinely interested or he wants to mess with Bruce (in retaliation for the copious amount of work Bruce has passed on to him), Tim pointedly asking Jason out. Right outside of Bruce's office.

Damian

Weeks later, Bruce still creeps outside of Jason's apartment. He hates the neighborhood. Crime rates are too high and the apartment isn't up to code, but he hasn't figured how to tell Jason to move yet. Telling his boy to come home would be inappropriate, as would buying the property beside the manor for Jason to have. He'll figure something out, but before that--

A flutter of sheer curtains and movement in Jason's apartment.

Bruce being persistently curious about the child, Damian, but not having much information outside of passing commentary from Jason (but mostly shared stories from Alfred).

The child is always well-guarded. Regardless of how Tim has tried to get close, the tutors that are with Damian are always very alert. Which is...good. But not conducive to the answers Bruce wants.

Anyway, Bruce being a creep outside of Jason's apartment. Listening in on recently placed bugs and startling because Damian talks.

Apparently Damian has aspirations to be Batman. And Jason humors him even as he laughs under his breath because why.

And to sucker-punch Bruce in the throat, Damian makes a proclamation that wounds Bruce deeply: 'To protect you.'

Jason being all endeared and sweeping Damian up off the ground to hold on his hip and smacking his head with a kiss

'Why not Robin?'

There's a pause, but Damian is quick even at such a young age and proclaims, 'Because you will be my Robin.'

And Bruce just cries on the inside a bit because ouch.

What started as a Damian section became a Dickjay with a Damian cameo section. Truth be told, idk how hold Damian should be.

Where the first member of the batfam Damian meets is actually Dick

Jason invites Dick up after Dick brings him home one evening

And Dick is so happy to be welcomed into this private part of Jason's life - smug because Dick is the first of them to be welcomed and this is an enormous step up from always being the last to know anything

Jason switching off with the tutor (LoA assassin lol) and the assassin and Dick eyeing each other up as they pass one another by because they both sense something's off about one another, just not what

Anyway, Jason locks up (extensive; perfect for the neighborhood, but also hopeful of all that Robin training having lingered in the back of Jason's head) then excuses himself to check that Damian was put to bed properly

Dick taking the opportunity to look around and being so enamored with every detail. There aren't many personal belongings, but there's enough. Used books and well-loved art supplies; second-hand furniture and a half-knitted blanket. There are drawings posted up on the fridge that Dick looks over fondly: depictions of Damian and Jason and few others that make up his family (which spoilers is gonna include Dick once Damian and Dick come to an understanding about Jason)

Anyway, Jason is so proud of Damian's artistic endeavors - a new hobby that Jason encouraged because Damian is otherwise so serious and morose for such a little guy. And Jason's smile when he talks about it, fuck. It's devastating. Dick could listen to Jason talk about this forever - he would love that.

Instead they talk about other things while they have a nightcap. They keep their voices low. Hushed so they don't disturb Damian in the next room.

By this point Dick would be well aware that Jason is still a sassy, ornery little menace firecracker, but it's still a joy to experience it. To trade quips, to banter. Keeping up with Jason's wit and playing a playful game of who has the sharper tongue.

It's them curled on either end of a stubby, narrow couch. Where Jason reaches out his sock-clad foot to shove at Dick's leg and Dick catches him and squeezes and holds on, a mindfully mindless point of contact - tentatively intimate.

And Dick isn't aware of how intimate the moment is - how captivated he is by Jason until suddenly a kid comes between them, face pinched as they click their tongue (and oh, that's a habit of Jason's, isn't it? Cute), taking Dick's hand in the tiniest of grips and forcibly removing Dick from Jason

Then Damian buries himself in Jason's chest before peeking back to glare at Dick. The declaration is clear as anything: he's mine

Jason introduces him, but Damian having none of it because Jason's attention being on another man? In their home? Unforgivable.

Jason being flummoxed because what? He's allowed to have friends, Damian.

No.

Dick smiles at that. He might understand that desire to be possessive.

Introductions made, but Damian being very grumpy

Child rearing difficulties for Jason with setting boundaries and getting Damian to bed because he wants to spend time with Dick, but Damian doesn't want to share

And Dick wants more of Jason. Of course he does, but he's not going to put Jason in a position to pick. Never. So he calls it a night so that Jason can take care of Damian. That besides, it's late. They should both turn in.

Jason grumbling and being a little petulant about it as he sees Dick out at the door, Damian nestled in his arms and resting on his hip, arms wrapped tight around Jason's neck. But really? He'd stay up all night. It's been nice.

Their parting being all sorts of electric although there's nothing more than lingering gazes and slow pull aways and second looks over shoulders only to catch one another still there and sheepish, giddy titters ahhhhhh

Jason resting his back against the closed door while Dick sort of bounces down the hall, invigorated and happy and excited for next time

Next time being: just an hour later when Jason texts to see if Dick made it home safely

They proceed to text through the night and come the following day when Jason looks exhausted? Bruce is concerned. When Dick comes in later with Jason's choice caffeine, looking just as tired? Bruce quickly switches to paranoid because what's happening and why and how does he stop it? l:

Still waffling with how Damian should be, hence his section being a little scarce/vague. It'll get there!

[kate-the1975]

Hi love!

So glad you're back!

Now that girly is pregnant with baba no.2 two in dad!matty universe, I was wondering could you write something about Rosie struggling with not being the only baby the closer it gets to the due date

xxxx

The Special One // Dad!Matty x Reader

A/N: I love this ask so much 🥹. Makes me so happy that you guys are sending me in your ideas again xxx

W/C: 1,368 words

C/W: None xoxo

The morning sunlight filtered through the light mesh curtains, casting a soft and golden glow on the living room. You sat on the couch, cradling your baby bump, a steaming mug of your favourite herbal tea warming your hands.

The slight flutter from within reminded you that your little one would be here soon, but there was an uneasiness too. A subtle tension that had been creeping in for the past few days.

Matty was in the kitchen, preparing breakfast, while Rosie, now four years old, sat on the glass coffee table in front of you, flipping through her favourite picture book, her eyes still sleepy.

She has a way of moving slowly in the mornings, as if the weight of the day hadn't yet fully settled on her small shoulders. The air was calm, and for a moment, you allowed yourself to soak in the ordinary, the peacefulness of this little family routine.

But it was still obvious that something was different today. Rosie had seemed off, a little more withdrawn than usual. Her excitement about the new baby, which had been there just a few weeks ago, had started to fade. Now, she barely mentioned the baby at all, and her bright demeanour had been replaced by something quieter, more sombre.

Matty emerged from the kitchen with scrambled eggs on a Bluey plate, setting it in front of Rosie, who barely glanced up from her book.

"Breakfast time, my darling girl!" He said happily and gently, reaching over to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "We're going to have a good day today, yeah?". Rosie nodded absentmindedly, still not looking up from her book.

You exchanged a glance with Matty, who raised an eyebrow slightly, sensing the shift in Rosie's mood.

"Rosie?" you said softly, sitting up straight. "Is something on your mind today, baby?". She hesitated, her little fingers tracing the edges of her book before finally looking up, her eyes dull, as if she were holding back something. "When's the baby coming?" She asked, her voice small and fragile.

You smiled, trying to keep the conversation light, but you could see the sadness lingering in her gaze. "Soon, love. Just a little while longer and then you'll be a big sister!"

Rosie's face fell, her bottom lip jutting out as her frown deepened. "I don't want to be a big sister.". You blinked in surprise at her response. "What do you mean?" You asked, your voice gentle. She set her book down with a soft thud and crossed her arms over her chest. "I don't want the baby to take my place. I don't want to share you and Dada. Not fair!".

You felt a pang of sorrow in your chest. It was natural for Rosie to feel a little unsure about the changes that were coming, but hearing her express her fears like this made your heart ache. You leaned closer, placing a hand on her tiny arm. "Oh, Rosie. You'll always be our special girl. You're the first baby, and that's never going to change.". She shook her head, tears welling in her eyes. "What if the baby doesn't like me?"

Matty stepped over, crouching beside her and placing a hand on her shoulder. His face was soft, but there was a sadness in his eyes too, and he understood this moment more than most.

"Hey, listen to me," Matty said softly, meeting her gaze. "I was the first baby in my family. I remember being scared that no one would pay attention to me anymore when your Uncle Louis came along. But you know what? It didn't work like that. We all loved each other differently, but just as much. And you know what's even better? You're going to have a best friend in that baby. Someone you can teach everything you know. Someone who'll look up to you."

Rosie hesitated for a long moment, her small frown slowly easing as she took in his words, though doubt still lingered in her eyes.

"What if it doesn't like me as much as you and Mummy do?" Rosie asked, her voice small but desperate for reassurance. Matty smiled gently. "You are so, so special, Rosie. There's nobody like you. And nothing in the world will ever change that. You are always going to be our first baby. We loved you first, and we'll love you forever. The baby is going to love you too. I promise."

For a long moment, Rosie just stared at him, her expression softening. She finally nodded slowly, though still uncertain. "Okay," She whispered, looking up at you both. "I'll try.". Matty ruffled her hair playfully. "That's my girl!"

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The house was quiet now. The day had wound down, and Rosie was getting ready for bed. Matty had drawn the bath for her, the warm water steaming in the tub, and the faint scent of lavender filling the air. You sat on her bed in the next room, making sure it was comfy and cosy for her. Her blankies and bunny neatly by her pillow. Matty helped Rosie into the water, carefully guiding her in as she splashed around with her bath toys while Matty gently washed her hair.

Rosie was unusually quiet, still holding the heaviness from earlier that day. Her small hands lazily swirled the water, and she seemed to be thinking deeply, her usual bubbly self nowhere to be found.

Matty leaned against the side of the tub, his eyes soft as he watched her, sensing that tonight, she needed something more than her usual playful routine. He dipped his hand into the water, making ripples as he spoke softly, his voice warm and soothing.

"You know, when you were born, you changed everything for me," He said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I never knew how much love I had to give someone so tiny until I held you for the first time. You made Dada a better person, RoRo. You still do.". Rosie looked up at him, her wide, curious eyes reflecting the soft glow of the bathroom light. She didn't say anything, but there was a hint of something, a flicker of understanding, as she listened to him speak.

"You're so special, Petal," Matty continued, his voice filled with tenderness. "You've always been special to me and Mummy. Nothing can ever take that away. Not the baby. Not anything. You're the first girl we ever got to love, and that's something no one will ever replace."

Rosie bit her lip, her small hands fidgeting in the water, trying to find Matty's hand as he messed around with the bubbles. She looked up at him once her little hand gripped his, her eyes filled with uncertainty. "But what if the baby doesn't want me to be their big sister?"

Matty chuckled softly, brushing her wet curls back from her face with his free hand. "Oh, love, babies don't think like that. They'll think you're the most amazing thing in the world. You'll be their role model, the one they'll want be like. I promise, Rosie, you're going to be the best big sister."

Rosie blinked up at him, her little heart still unsure but beginning to find comfort in his words. "Really?".

Matty smiled and leaned down, his forehead resting gently against hers. "Really. You're my gorgeous Rosie, my little petal, my perfect flower, and that means you're going to do amazing things, no matter how many little sibling trot along behind you."

She smiled shyly at him, her fingers tracing over his knuckles, her little heart finally finding a bit of peace in this new adventure that's on it's way. Matty stood up slowly, holding out a towel to her. "Time to get dry, baby girl. We've got a story to read."

As you watched the two of them enter Rosie's bedroom, your little girl wrapped in a warm towel from head to toe, head tucked into Matty's neck, you couldn't help but feel the love between them, a bond so strong and unshakable. Rosie was still adjusting, but she would come to realise, just as Matty had said, how special she was, and always would be to the two of you.

A bond and love that can only be shared with the two of you and your first baby. The first light of your life. 

[maladaptive-ninja-returns]

The Ocean is She(One-Shot)

Loki x Reader Avengers The Office AU (Slowwwwww Burn)

Warnings: Loki's POV summary till the Season 4 Midseason Finale.

Word Count: I just sort of poured out whatever I felt for this dude. Which all shades of sad mostly.

MASTERLIST in bio, darlings. Tags are open (check bio)

"This is Y/N. She is here to complete her college degree. She will be living here for now." That was the first time Loki saw you.  You stood out like a lost firefly in that lounge among the crowd of broken people on Hero Syndrome. While everyone was giving him the stink eye, you passed a flat smile towards his direction before being pulled by the others into questioning. What is someone like her doing here? Loki was meant to have it as a passing thought. But that passing thought slowly percolated into his life in the form he never really thought he would meet again- a friend. "It's okay, I'll have another one." You smiled at him when he took your cup of green tea your first morning there. And Loki would never admit to his ego that the first act of unadulterated kindness had made his heart sink a little into an unnamed ocean before covering it up with 'this woman must have an ulterior motive'. Ulterior motive. Loki was 'on guard' since then, trying to figure you out. You knocking on his door to join the others for a movie night, making him those heavenly molten chocolate lava cakes on his birthday, buying rings and bracelets that reminded you of him, falling asleep in his presence in the library, asking him to help you study for your exams, sending him pictures of cats on the campus, sharing latest memes with him to keep him up to date; everything you did was seen as motive of some bigger game for the God who had once fallen and twice died. But seemingly, he killed a part himself the day he told you about your origins and you did not blame him for a single second. And nothing was the same for God afterwards.

He started paying more attention to you. His initial reason was that unlike the clowns infesting the building always high on either adrenaline or coffee, you were a specimen that he could study. Right. He was studying how you had a habit of cracking your neck every hour no matter what you did. How you would interact with inanimate objects with emotions, like looking at your assignment on the laptop and asking it with tears in your eyes, 'Why won't you conclude yourself in a way that's not gibberish?!'; or how you would gently pat the car and say thank you whenever you arrived at your destination. How your eyes would light up every time you saw a little spawn of the dogs or cats and your voice would go higher to greet them. He was amused by how your calm persona would do a one-eighty when your menstruation cycle was on the verge of bleeding days. That was the exciting part of his day during the cycle- sitting close to your sweatshirt and shorts-clad figure sprawled on the sofa in front of the TV, watching you threaten anyone who passed the hall. That's all you were to him- an amusing human who helped him pass his days on earth. At least that is what he had convinced himself of, never realising how his day would start by coming out of his room looking for you. How he would take a tour of the entire Avengers facility to find you and when he did, he would play himself off non-chalantly. He did not seem to let himself know how he would automatically come to stand by your side whenever he was to leave the facility and go out into the world. 

The narrator's heart often wonders how he could not see himself getting attached to you. Like that one time, he was the only one up beside Scott and Tony when you were out partying with your college friends; how he pretended to be drowned in a philosophy book while Tony worked on his robot babies and Scott watched the Kaichowa Maid Sama anime; how he intently listened to the phone call Scott got and he immediately recognised your voice even though he sat a bit far; how he heard your slurred words say 'Scottieeeeeee~ please take me home. I am drunkkkk and I kindaaaa don't want to stay heeeere'. "Of course, honey," Scott replied, "but it'll take me an hour to reach-" "Then send someone who'll be faaaaaasterrrrr~" you whined on the line.  Scott looked in the direction of the elevator, wondering whether to call Stark from his workshop when Loki slammed his book shut. "Turn on the sink tap," Loki commanded a confused Scott as he vanished with green and golden hues only to land on the campus grounds in a poorly lit park where you were sitting in the cold grass, your phone still to your ears. "Scott," you whispered into the phone, "you don't understand. I am drunk and I am feeling these waves of horny-ness but I do not want to do it with anyone here!!!" "Let's go home," Loki announced as he stood in front of you, waiting for you to take his hand. And boy did he feel his heart do another dip in that unknown ocean when you smiled at the God with a shade of relief and hugged him the moment you were up on your legs. "Thank you for coming for me." The wave of feeling his heart about to take another dunk into that ocean, he immediately teleported back with you, making sure both you and he landed right next to the sink to help you puke your wobbling guts right into the sink.

As time passed, Loki grew more used to your presence. From sitting together at breakfast and sharing one cup of tea to having reading sessions in his room on his bed. You were one of the rare ones who were allowed to enter his sacred space. No one knew but he thoroughly enjoyed the waves of emotions that would run over your features at different times when you became too engrossed in a manga. Sometimes it was your uncontrollable laughter where you read the same pages again and again; other times it was the repeated punches you threw either on your thigh or on the bed when you found yourself being impressed by something. But then there were the times when you would be in tears when one of your favourite characters died, and you could not stop yourself and Loki would look at you, with the intensity of the moon, wanting to stop time and do something...anything to stop you from crying. 

He did get tested for his belief of looking at you as a specimen. That one time when you and Hope fell into the other end of the universe. This God was ready to draw blood if it meant bringing you back in one piece. Once you were home safe, he could not help but overthink as to why did what he did for you. You were a mere human.  You were not supposed to mean much to him. You were just his amusement. Right? Just his amusement. The very amusement who stood in a barren alien land in front of the most delirious alien army, making Loki calculate in one point two seven seconds how he was about to lose his sleep for the next three months if he was to keep you alive while trying to find a way back home. Home.  Earth isn't my home, he would mentally slap himself back to reality whenever he caught himself thinking of the Avengers facility and the other clowns. But then he would turn to look at you.  Earth was your home. And going home would make you happy. He wanted to see you happy. Another mental slap to his head. You are losing your edge, Loki, he would bully himself to keep himself cold and calculating throughout that demanding journey of looking after you and the monster you had adopted on your way. And of course, Javi.

Any other day, any other life, any other universe, Loki would have punched the numbers as to how useful you were to him dead or alive and then be his way once you fulfilled your purpose of helping him survive. But here, he was doing the basing math of making sure to get you out of all the darkness of the universe unharmed. But life, as we know, has other plans. The music genre too changes when the playlist is on random and the heart is set on adventure for one and survival for another. Aellae came as the genre of dread and darkness. Being well aware of her obsession and abuse of power, Loki knew she would see you as a threat; for she knew the God of Mischief never travelled in a pack unless that pack had Loki's prey or something Loki wanted to keep close. So his first thought was to call in the seven Gods while 'ditching' you in the middle of a desert. Little did he know that you too were thinking from your heart in that space and time. As much as he hated to see you come for his rescue, he would never give up on the time when you two were stuck in that small space in Aellae's dungeons, trying to find a way through the room, bodies covered in sweat, your back and his front finding the angles to become one as you both pushed your way out. How synchronous were your bodies working together, how you readily trusted him with touching you in a way he would never want to witness you being touched by anyone. Why was he thinking that way? All those questions, all those confusions, all those hours of his inside voices bullying him to see you as nothing but a human ticket to a life of peace back on earth- all of them burst with the brittleness of the snow that fell on you as your lifeless figure lay in his arms. This time when his heart sank into the ocean, it did not want to come up. The God could not sense anything but fear crawling on his skin when his hand touched your face and it did not feel warm anymore. Your usually cheerful eyes did not open when he called out your name again and again. The fear he had felt when he first found himself dying when he wanted to live, was nothing in that moment when he was faced with the reality that you might be dead. And just as that little speck of possibility crossed his mind, the hell inside him broke loose, causing a wave originating from his magic destroying everything within a radius of two kilometers. Ever since he was born, Loki, son of Laufey, son of Odin, Prince of Asgard, the Silvertongue, took to his knees for the first time for a life that was not his. He begged for your survival at the cost of his own, no longer denying himself from the truth. His heart did not come up from that ocean that carried your name on every atom in its waves. You were his reason to laugh. You were his reason to be curious in this life. You were his reason to look forward to getting up the next morning.  You had been the reason he had not gone for Plan B of running away from Earth and ending in the bosom of some dying star that would end his misery.  You were the reason he was willing to live a little longer. You were the reason he was ready to love again. 

Even when back from the horrors of the universe, Loki did not stop looking after you. He let Peter in on the secret of your near-death experience because he trusted that boy and he knew how much he cared for you. Both he and the boy would discreetly look for signs of you experiencing any discomfort. Taking shifts in the night, they would help you get out of your nightmares- which were the after-effects of healing you back to life right from the arms of death herself. Loki grew more protective of you but would distance himself whenever found himself feeling whatever little ounces of happiness his heart felt in your company. He would walk the extra mile of punching a man in his face for disrespecting you but he found himself pretending to laugh at your heartfelt confession because his heart could not bear the truth of knowing that you loved him back. You loved him. You, the perfection that walked amongst mere peasants. Loved. Him. And he laughed. He laughed hard enough to hide his tears of happiness that hurt him to the point of no return. He could not let you do that. You were too precious. Too precious to be put in danger again. He was the danger. He brought death to you. He would rather die than do that to you ever again.  And so the God decided to walk away, let out his screams in the middle of the desert to kill his heart for finding love in this lifetime and then hating the fact that it loved him back. The God was no better than a human then. He was in love. But he could hold on to that love for the fear of breaking it with his ill fate.

[humongousgothskeletonfarm]

chapter 6 thoughts: (spoilers ahead!)

oh. fuck.

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he was king. now he’s a martyr.

holy shittttt

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aftg really brings us all together, this is random but i love talking to other fan accounts about the books

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anyway fanfics will no longer have to speculate when rikos funeral was, and if kevin attended or not (or if he had a mental breakdown about it)

also neil u have no tact babe and i love u for it

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oh renee ur so lovely ur so insightful (neil u should listen to what she has to say)

jean and his ‘i won’t grieve him’ ❤️🫶

- ‘promise me’ jean said with a desperation that should have kill him, nathaniel didn’t hesitate, ‘i promise’ SHUT THE FUCK UP I LOVE THEM THANK U NORA THIS IS EVERYTHING I WANTED FROM THIS BOOK

THE SWAP FROM NATHANIEL TO NEIL IS JUST AS POWERFUL FROM JEANS PERSOECTIVE IN TSC AS IT WAS IN FROM NEILS IN TKM I LITERALLY CANNOT THE PARALLELS ARE KILLING ME

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it’s 1:40 am and i’ve just made a cup of tea to keep myself awake

feeling many things about jeans perusal of the fox photo wall and taking renee’s picture

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i know these motherfuckers aren’t accusing neil kevin and jean of abandoning that cunt and leading to his ‘suicide’

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WE ARE THE RIGHT PEOPLE I THINK JUST NOT THE RIGHT TIME (look i am admittedly not a jean/renee shipper but good god they are so sweet in this)

A COOL EVENING BREEZE AND RAINBOWS

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screaming as silently as i can rn

- petition for someone to put summertime sadness on the jean playlist

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whattttt is the mystery about jeremy’s family?? what is this fabled fall banquet that tore his family in half im so intrigued i have to know more

ALSO JEREMY IS IN THERAPY AND HAS SOME SORT OF FAMILY ISSUES I KNEW IT IM SURE THATS ON A BINGO SOMEWHERE

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jeremy dad of the trojans checking to see that they’re safe and also cody first cannon non binary character??? pls say yes

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accidentally fell asleep in the middle of my planned all nighters whoops it’s currently 7 am

chapter 7:

“I like to indulge,” Jeremy said with a dimpled smile. ​Kevin’s words mocked him in the back of his thoughts: “Some of them you like.”

i did. notice this in chapter 2 or whatever but is this?? are we getting jerejean???? that’s what this means righ??

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jeremy wdym ‘oh to be the pampered elite’ u have a butler??

jean defending kevin saying he’s earned the right to be arrogant be still my beating heart i love these stubborn mother fuckers

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He was years away, watching a different beautiful boy lean in close to say, Will you teach me when he’s not watching? It could be our secret.

STOP IT RN

chapter 8!!

flicked him a sly look. “Easy on the eyes, maybe.”

AHHHHH!!!

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also so glad that there’s 100% confirmation cat and laila are dating (shared bedroom!)

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the description of laila and cats lounge room is so soft and cozy im so jealous i wish i was there

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barkbark von barkenstein u will never top sir fat cat mcatterson (although props to nora for always having simultaneously the worst and most creative names for pets)

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jean telling cat she’s a good player but misses every ball at her hips is literally every raven! (someone) fic ever come to life where they meet a relatively normal other team and have absolutely no tact or awareness of what others considered rude and immediately tell the other players what their weaknesses are (i’m obsessed)

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“Yes,” he said, and if he didn’t sound sure, he at least sounded angry. “Let them all burn. I hope none of them survive.” BABY I LOVE U IM SO PROUD OF U UR SAFE NOW FUCK RIKO FUCK THE RAVENS FUCK THE MASTER

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“Oh, he’s good. A bit rude, but I like him. I think we’re going to be good friends.”

i’d say the exact same thing

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*jeremy giving jean the keys*

well it’s not andreil levels of drama and symbolism but love a good comparison

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or they do not care enough about her wellbeing. It’s unforgivable either way.”

giggling a bit over jean being up in arms about boba knowing that he’d be seriously unimpressed with me if he knew how much boba i drank

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he wants to know what it was for

AND WHAT IF THAT LINE BROKE ME NORA?? AND WHAT THEN??

The Ravens had given up everything to be the undefeated champions, only to be destroyed last month by a tiny team from South Carolina.

I CANT DO THIS ANYMORE

“Loving something is not enough,” Jean told him, right on cue. ​“When is the last time you enjoyed playing?” Jeremy asked. ​“Irrelevant,” Jean said. “I am Jean Moreau; I am perfect Court. I do not need to enjoy it to be the best backliner in the NCAA.”

that was what Jean felt safest in, Jeremy would back his decision wholeheartedly.

LITERALLY LEAVE ME ALONE

chapter 9999

also i’m so glad that we have jeremy/laila/cat friendship like in fics and stuff they were always best buddies coz they were the only trojan characters named in the books but it’s great to see they’re actually good friends in cannon

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“I need you to listen to me for one moment,” Laila said, “and I need you to believe me when I say it. Fuck Coach Moriyama.”

AGREED AGREED AGREED FUCK THAT CUNT

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COOKING LESSONS WITH JEAN THIS IS THE WHOLESOME CONTENT I SIGNED UP FOR

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cat talking macronutrients and promising to help with his diet so it’s still familiar but more fun in order to begin healing jeans relationship with food is so important to me

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nora bleaching jeremy’s hair blonde after telling us she was shocked we all headcannoned him as blonde while she thought he was brunette is so funny to me,, don’t worry fan artists u do not have to change a thing!

(frosted tips made me giggle too, jeremy u pussy)

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“Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?”

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chapter 10

jean learning basic household chores like sorting and washing clothes and deep cleaning the apartment and learning his way around a supermarket <3

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LAILA CAT JEAN FRIENDSHIP IS REAL

Afternoons were filled with whatever the women were in the mood for that day, be it wandering downtown, shopping, or combing through estate sales.

Jean went where they took him because it was better than being left in the house alone,

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COOKING IS HEALING JEAN ITS A COMFORT THING SHUT THE FUCK UP THIS IS EVERYTHUNG HES SO REAL FOR THAT

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Ravens graduated; they didn’t leave.

fuck if that didn’t just stop my heart

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i definitely should have been more wary of the trigger warnings. if anyone is wanting to read the book but is worried about certain parts, i’d be happy to let y’all know what sections are triggering so u can try and skip around them.

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But Jean was not a Raven, and Wayne was dead.

FUCK YEAH BABY NOT ANYMORE U ARENT

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the thought of that quiet space with its single bed was so repulsive he turned toward the living room instead. - this is so important to me

He could sense the others’ presence even if they weren’t around to bother him, and that was enough to take the edge off the loneliness eating at his heart.

literally end my life i’m so happy for jean, he’s healing slowly but surely

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this was better than anything he’d ever had. It was worlds more than he deserved. He feared it as much as he wanted it;

JEAN U DO DESERVE IT I PROMISE U

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wait wtf,, zane is reacher??? in literally every raven fic ever reacher is the most abusive character other than riko

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OMFG BEACH SCENE??? THEYRE GONNA TAKE JEAN TO THE BEACH??? CHECK THAT OFF EVERY SINGLE BINGO CARD MADE FOR THIS BOOK

^ yeah i wrote that two seconds before then reading jeans panic attack about drowning and the trigger of riko waterboarding him and neil and now i want to cry

[lizzieislife94x]

Long Day (w.m)

WandaG!PxFem Reader

this was my first G!P story and from there i guess i liked writing it haha (most the g!p one shots have been requested so if its not your cup of tea feel free to give me a gxg request haha)

AOU era so emo Wanda so if you want to imaging it that's what to picture haha

Y/N's POV:

I throw myself on the bed in a huff wondering where my girlfriend is and why isn't she back from the damn mission yet, I need to keep myself busy she's been gone for 4 days and she should be back today fuck I miss her I miss the way she holds me close and gives me forehead kisses I miss the way she feels deep inside, I miss the feeling of her unloading deep inside me after a long stressful day I know she's going to be tense and stressed when she gets home and I can't wait as I get lost in my thoughts I feel my pussy getting extremely wet I gently bite my lip and slide my shorts and panties on and lay on Wandas side of the bed spreading my legs as I let my hand travel down down in my body, I slowly slide my finger through my wet folds and moan at the contact "fuckk" I breath out to myself I use my thumb to slowly rub my clit as I slide 2 fingers in my dripping cunt.

I start to build up my pace thrusting my fingers faster and harder but it takes so long to get off when she's not here, I slide my tee up and start to rub my left tit moaning as my fingers do their job "fuck Wanda right there mmh I'm being such a naughty girl touching myself without permission" I moan out loud and I feel the knot in my stomach I thrust my fingers faster and pinch my nipple trying to chase my high lost in my own world.

Wandas POV:

"Y/n I'm home" I call out to my girlfriend expecting her to be here when I get home, I put my phone on the counter and head upstairs maybe she's asleep god I've missed her so much I just wanna hold her and never let go, that was one tough mission, I gently rub my shoulder waiting for lift and step in as it dings open and press level 3 to my shared bedroom to see if my beautiful girlfriend is sleeping, I step out the lift and head towards my bedroom the closer I get the more I hear her moaning I gently open the door and stand leading against the door frame with a huge smirk on my face at the sight y/n half naked legs spread wide with her fingers pumping in and out of her perfect little cunt her eyes are screwed shut so I just sit back and watch the show feeling the bulge grow in my boxers, the sight in front of me is extremely sexy "fuck Wanda right there, I'm being such a naughty girl touching myself without permission" I'm left in shock at first but instantly smirk and make my way over to the bed "oh yeah Babygirl you're such a naughty girl touching yourself and on my side of the bed" I say with a seductive voice and her eyes snap open to meet mine as she jumps a little "baby your home!!" I smile and rub my thumb over her cheek "I'm home Babygirl and what a sight to come home too" she starts to blush and reaches to place her hands on my waist "I've missed you I was thinking about how much I miss you then started to think about how I missed your cock deep inside me, how I miss you shooting your load deep inside me after a long day and I couldn't help myself" I let out a moan at her confession as she gets closer slowly taking my clothes off before I know it I'm standing in just my boxers and bra "fuck y/n I'm gonna fuck you so hard" she smirks and lays down spreading her legs to me, I push my boxers off as my cock springs up to action and y/n let's out a moan at the sigh, I grab her ankles pulling her to the edge of the bed and sink to my knees fuck I've missed being between her legs, I leave gentle kisses up her thighs purposely missing the place she needs me most after a few mins of teasing I finally latch my mouth around her clit and suck harshly "oh god Wanda right there fuck baby please don't stop" she moans out and her moans are music to my ears I let my tounge run through her wet folds and lap up all her arousal fuck she's dripping I continued to lap up her wetness sliding my tounge inside her entrance a few times as she continues to moan my name "fuck y/n your lil pussy is dripping is this all for me" she bites her finger a little to stop the moans "all for you Wanda" I feel myself getting harder if that's even possible I dip my head back between her legs and attack her clit with my mouth and slam 2 fingers into her dripping cunt with no warning "fucccccck baby" she screams as she arches her back off the bed

I continue to finger fuck her for a minute while sucking her bundle of nerves the sounds she's making fuck I want to hear them forever "I'm gonna cum Wanda fuck it's coming I can't hold it" before I know it she's squirting all over my fingers and face I smirk and slow my pace kissing up her body to let her taste herself from my lips "mmmh fuck baby your such a good girl" she continues to moan as my fingers keep up there work, she looks at me whimpering "please baby please fuck me I need to feel your cock deep inside me" I moan and pull her closer to the edge of the bed and tease her pussy with my cock and slowly slide inside her wet cunt "fuck y/n so tight and wet for me" I groan and slam all 8 inches inside my precious girlfriend the silent scream she let out, let me know I hit the right place "fuck I forgot how big you where baby" she moans out breathless, I grip her hips and start pounding her little cunt both of us a moaning mess "fuck fuck fuck I missed being deep in this pussy y/n" she looks me in the eyes moaning "I missed your cock being deep inside me" I thrust harder and faster hitting her gspot with every thrust I can feel her body shaking and cunt gripping my cock meaning she's close "cum for me y/n let it all go" I moan into her ear and feel her clawing my back fuck it hurts so good "I'm I'm cu.." she screams as her legs start to shake uncontrollably god she's fucking sexy when she cums all over my cock with my name spilling from her lips, I slow my thrusts to work her through her orgasm and bite my lip "baby do you have one more in you?" She bites her lip and nods "yeah I have one more I want your cum to fill me baby" the moan that comes from my lips is something else "get on your hands and knees face down ass up babe" she nods and I slide out her slowly and she whimpers at the empty feeling and does as I say I climb onto the bed and situated myself behind her and instantly bottomed out in her tight little cunt fuck she grips me so fucking good I start to thrust hard and fast like never before I grip her hair and pull slightly as I continue to pound her sensitive little cunt I feel the knot in my stomach as I chase my own high "fuck y/n your takin me so well baby I'm gonna fill your little cunt" all I hear is screams of pleasure only adding to my fast approaching orgasm after a few more thrusts I slam in one last time deep inside her and start Cumming hard both of us sweaty moaning messes I look down admiring the view and notice my cum spilling out, fuck "that was fuckin amazing how do you have so much cum I can still feel you filling me baby" I smirk and slide out when I'm finally down and stand up "because I've not been with my Babygirl in 4 days" I wink and we both giggle I make my way to the bathroom and grab a cloth and damp it walking back in to the bedroom and start to clean y/n gently and leave a gently kiss on her forehead and she smiles "thank you Wanda" she hums sleepy, I put the cloth away and climb into bed cuddling up with my beautiful girlfriend and whisper against her ear "I missed you y/n and this is all I've thought about coming home and holding the love of my life" she cuddled close to me and whispers "me to baby me too" I close my eyes and pull her close "I love you y/n" after a second I hear her and smile slowly drifting off to sleep "I love you too Wanda"

AN: this was pure smut from start to finish haha most of these willprobs be smut unless you want something else if you want a request justcomment or message me and I'll do my best to bring it to life let me knowyour thoughts all feedback welcome good or bad! See ya in the next oneshot 😉 word count 1.6k