#look having that many kids is gonna drive expenses up
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Best wishes during this tax season to Ray Molina, who is staring at his computer and trying to figure out if there's a way he can claim all 6 of his kids as dependents, even though 4 of them aren't alive.
#legolas tag#julie and the phantoms#jatp#ray molina#look having that many kids is gonna drive expenses up#even if you don't have to worry about food#there's still the water and power bills#plus clothes and all that jazz#and he's been at least TRYING to get Luke and Alex and Reggie the materials to finish their high school education#even if they can't officially take the GED exams#cause it's important!#but also he doesn't really want the IRS poking around their situation...
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Stray Kids as Spooky Season Dates + kinks
Skz (all members) x reader
word count: ~3k
My first real post for Spooyfest is here! Each has a mood board, fluffy date, and the spicy end of the night with the kinks specified, so this work is nsfw. Minors do not interact. Lmk what other groups you might wanna see this for! Also thank you @kiestrokes for making sure my grammar isn’t fucked, ily. Happy haunting!
Chan // camping & bonfire // free-use + somno
Chan would like the intimacy of camping. It’s just you and him, out in the woods, and the whole idea of forcing himself to disconnect from his obligations for a while is alluring to him. He would pick you up, and tease you the whole drive about the perfect weekend he’d planned. Once you’re at the campground, he would want you to watch him set everything up; he doesn’t want you to lift a finger. He just wants you to sit there, look pretty, and watch. When it gets dark out, he lights a fire and you roast marshmallows together and watch the stars. You spend the night in his arms giggling and getting tipsy before curling up in your sleeping bags together, passing out listening to the crickets.
But a few hours later, you’re woken up from your steamy dream by Chan grinding into your ass, fingers dipping into your underwear, and panting into your ear about how much he loves you and how hard you make him. He can’t help it. He’s hissing in your ear about how he’ll take such good care of you, and how you don’t need to lift a finger. Just let him please you. As soon as he gets a yes from you, he’s pulling off your underwear and sliding into you, groaning about how he’s wanted you all night. He makes sure you’re crying and begging him to cum after pulling countless delirious orgasms out of you before he finishes. After he’s done and he’s helped you through all the aftercare you need and desire, he’s tucking you back into your joint sleeping bag where you fall asleep naked with him wrapped around you, knowing the morning will bring more of the same.
Minho // pumpkin patch // pet play + car sex
Minho is taking you to the pumpkin patch, but he won’t go to some shoddy nearby one. No, he’s driving you to the nicest pumpkin patch within a 2-hour drive from you. He’s playing it off like he’s doing it just because you asked, but you both know he’s doing it because he’s unbelievably soft for you. It’s also definitely not just because this specific pumpkin patch is known to have friendly cats roaming around. But you have a surprise for him — you brought matching bunny eared headbands to wear, telling him it’s so you won’t lose him while you’re out on the farm. He rolls his eyes, but puts it in anyway. And you see his smile when you beg to take a picture of the two of you together. At the end of the afternoon, he’s buying you all the pumpkins your heart desires and making plans for everything he’s gonna do with his pumpkin haul.
But on the way home, despite the fact that he’s already thrown his bunny ears in the backseat, he huffs in annoyance every time you fidget with yours. It’s only when you get home and you see the outline of his cock you figure out what he’s been so bothered by. Before he can get out of the car, you turn on him with big doe eyes — knowing exactly what it does to him — and the smirk you get in response proves you right. He tells you that you’ve been a good bunny, and you deserve a reward. He pulls you into the backseat with him and the next thing you know, you’re crying and drooling into the expensive leather while he rams into your cervix repeatedly. You can’t remember how many times he’s made you cum but you can tell by his grunts and groans he’s nearing the end. After he’s finished, he jokes about needing to find you a bunny tail to go with your ears before redressing you and helping you inside. He’ll deal with the pumpkins later — his bunny needs more attention first.
Changbin // Ghost tour // exhibition + praise
It takes some convincing, but eventually you get Changbin to go on a ghost tour with you. He puts a brave face on when you’re at dinner beforehand, flexing his muscles and telling you he’ll protect you from any ghosts. However, once the tour starts, he has a death grip on your hand and every time someone steps on a branch or the wind blows his hood off, he’s jumping and cursing, loudly. But the moment you gasp or jump, he’s pulling you behind him and standing in front of you ready to square up with any ghost. The fact that he’s so scared but still willing to defend you melts your heart. After the tour is done, you shower some compliments on your big, brave Binnie; he deserves them.
But after you’ve sufficiently gassed him up, he’s rock hard and dying to take you home. But he knows he can’t last that long. He drags you into a bar playing something loud and aggressive, past the people dancing left and right and straight into the bathroom. He barely gives you time to question before your pants are around your ankles and he’s stretching you out on his fingers. He can’t stop moaning into your ear about how much he loves you, how much he loves fucking you, and how he could never ask for anyone better. Once he’s decided he’s stretched you out enough, he’s picking you up and fucking you against the door, ignoring the knocking and jangling door handle. Changbin barely even hears them, all he can think about is you. After he’s done blowing your back out, he’ll make sure to get you cleaned up and then carry you out of the bar, past all the angry people waiting for the bathroom, and right back to your car so he can take you home and show you again and again that he’s the best Binnie in the whole world.
Hyunjin // planning Halloween costumes // mask + fear play
Hyunjin just seems like someone who’d live for the drama of Halloween and he’s planning couple fits for literally every outing imaginable. Corn maze with the group, pumpkin patch with your friends, even just an afternoon decorating session; you name it, he’s got an outfit ready for you to wear. But his absolute favorite is dressing up on Halloween and hitting all the parties and bars. He knows you both look good and he’s thriving under all the attention. Especially because you’re both wearing masks — he loves the rush anonymity brings and it makes him let loose a little more than usual. He’s got you dancing and drinking well past midnight before you’re dragging him home.
But once he’s got you home he says he has a special costume he saved just for you; and he wants to try something new. You have to play his game and beg him to show you the costume and tell you what he wants — it’s a routine you’re used to with him. But when he steps out of the bathroom wearing a ghostface mask, you know what he wants. Your heart shoots into your throat as you push yourself off the couch and start running. His heavy steps behind you push you forward until you slip on a rug and end up in his arms, being pulled to the floor. Before you know it, he’s got you naked under him, watching him pound into you in the full length mirror on your bedroom wall. He makes you cum twice before he’s ripping the mask off and flipping you over to finish on your stomach with a satisfied smile on his face. After he’s collected you and your tattered costume off the floor, he’s helping you into the bathtub with him where he soothes your bruised skin and frayed nerves with kisses and soft touches.
Han // coffee dates // auralism + orgasm control
Jisung is such a soft boy, and he always wants you to be comfortable and at ease with him. So what’s better than a cozy coffee date? He’s picking you up, dressed to impress, and giving you flowers before whisking you away to your favourite coffee shop where he’ll treat you to coffee and pastries. It’s a quaint, cozy place you two go a lot and spend hours basking in each other’s company. Sometimes Jisung tinkers on his computer while you read, or sometimes you sit and talk to each other about everything and nothing for hours. After a while though, you decide to take your coffees to go and stroll in the park together before it starts to rain and you decide to head home to soak in the autumnal vibes the day has brought.
But after you get caught in the rain on the way home, you both decide taking a bath together is the only way to stave off the cold that threatens you both. You strip down to nothing and get in the tub with him behind you. You simply bask in the warmth with him until you feel his fingers slipping between your thighs, teasing you. The sound of the water with his movements mixed with his moans is mesmerizing and you close your eyes, letting the sensations wash over you. Eventually, it becomes too much and you bat his hands away before turning to face him and sinking into him. The sloshing of the water in the tub, the wet slaps of your skin meeting his, and his desperate whines are nearly enough to send you over the edge. But it’s his broken voice pleading for you to cum that does it. After you clean up the water that spilled onto your bathroom floor, you both curl up together in bed and fall asleep to the sound of rain pattering against your windows.
Felix // Pie Baking // d/s dynamics + face fucking
Felix wakes you up with a phone call, asking you to come over and spend the day baking festive treats with him. Of course you agree. When you show up, he’s already on the second set of cookies. There’s soft, lo-fi music playing in the background, and it smells like a full bakery, and Felix is waiting for you with a soft smile and an apron just for you. You spend the rest of the day in the bubble he created for you both, full of laughter, snacks, music, and your favourite person in the world. Once you’ve gotten through all of his recipes for the day, you decide to give into one of your mischievous impulses and grab a handful of flour that leaves your hand headed in his direction before you can properly think it through. He gasps and before you can even think to run, he’s got his arms around you and is shaking his flour covered hair onto you, thoroughly coating you in the white powder.
But after you finish laughing, his eyes are hardening as he catches your chin in his hand. He asks if you thought there wouldn’t be any consequences, and the clench of his jaw tells you what type of mood he’s in. It’s serious. You fall to your knees in front of him, opening your mouth obediently, making him chuckle and shake his head. He’s not complaining though. Pretty soon he has you drooling with tears pouring down your face as he pistons his hips, holding you in place by your hair. Your jaw hurts, and your knees are starting to ache but the praises falling out of his mouth are more important than any discomfort you’re feeling. He’s praising how well he’s trained you, and complimenting your lack of resistance. Telling you how nice you look when you’re being ruined by him. And you love it. But he isn’t done with you yet — before long he’s got you naked, perched precariously on the counter and matching every thrust of his hips with one of your own. After you clean up the mess you made of the kitchen, you’re cuddling up with him on the couch with tea and all the goods you’ve baked.
Seungmin // Spooky movies // Choking + biting
The boys had invited you over for a scary movie marathon, and while normally you would jump at the offer, you just weren’t in the mood to be scared that day, which led to a polite decline, and many many assurances to your best friend Seungmin that you were fine. You resigned yourself to a day of solo self care, but 20 minutes into your skincare routine, your front door is opening and Seungmin barrels in with bags of snacks, and his laptop tucked under his arm. He simply shrugs when you ask what he’s doing there, telling you that he wasn’t up for a scary movie day either, so he decided to hide away with you; the only stipulation is that you have to watch all of the cozy spooky movies his heart desires. Of course you agree, because you know he’s only doing it for you – of course your favourite person knows that spooky movies are your absolute favourite. You spend the whole day cuddled on the couch with him, eating junk food and doing face masks. And after the sun sets, and you break out the bottles of soju you kept after the last party you hosted at your place. You couldn’t tell if it was the soju or the soft orange glow from the lights you strung around your living room, but Seungmin had never looked prettier. The liquid courage swimming in your stomach loosens your tongue during Nightmare Before Christmas and you make a joke that you relate to Sally, pining for someone (him) who doesn’t see you. He scoffs, leaning over and planting a kiss on your mouth, making a joke that you should know that Jack and Sally end up together in the end.
But after the credits roll, you’re turning to him to ask what he meant by that, and what it means for you; but he beats you to it and is pinning you underneath him, hands ghosting up your sides. He tells you he’s always wanted you, and now that he knows you feel the same he isn’t so nervous. You tell him you want him, you’ve always wanted him. He nods, stripping you both of your clothes before settling between your thighs. He nips at the skin of your chest and neck, leaving bite marks you know you’ll feel for days while he works his way into you. His hand finds your neck as you moan his name, eyes rolling back as he coaxes you through your joint orgasm. After you both catch your breath, he drags you to bed where you spend the rest of the night whispering to each other until the sun comes up, secure in knowing your relationship has changed but only for the better.
I.N // Haunted House // dacryphilia + degradation/humiliation
It’s not hard to convince Jeongin to go with you to a Haunted House, despite the fact that it’s definitely not something you’d agreed to when you started your arrangement. But it’s with a group of you, including his friends, and It’s one of those big ones that everyone goes to with actors who jump out at you. It’s really more surprising that you want to go to begin with — you hate being scared — but he loves to try and scare you. Despite everything, you and Jeongin are friends, and the benefits have never gotten in the way of that. But when you enter the haunted house, it’s not you who reaches for him, but him for you. And you know it’s not for his gain but for yours. Every jumpscare pulls a shriek out of you, followed by an embarrassed apology, and you can hear the blood rushing in your ears. But the whole time, Jeongin remains firmly by your side, holding you close to him and whispering calming things to you as you make your way toward the exit. He spends the rest of the night praising you for being so brave and you can’t help but feel butterflies every time he does it.
But as you’re leaving for the night, walking with the group in the dark parking lot, he decides to sneak up behind you and scare you. Which accidentally sends you into tears — which only makes you cry harder because you’re so embarrassed you started crying in the first place. Your friends chastise him as they all pile into their cars and leave you and a red faced Jeongin together, alone. You both stammer through apologies and an awkward car ride back to your place. You can’t even look at him until you’re standing in your entryway when you see that he’s been staring at you, and the zipper on the front of his pants is straining against him. He tells you that seeing you cry made him want to lick the tears off your face and made him so hard he could barely think, and he has something new he wants to try. You agree and find yourself bent into positions you could never imagine before, on display for him as he teases you into tears. You’re begging to cum, and shivering with every degrading comment but you’ve never been so wound up. All it takes is for him to lick the salty tears off your face as he gives you another painfully slow thrust to unravel with a scream. After he’s calmed you down and wiped your tears, he pulls you into his arms and reassures you he didn’t really mean all the nasty things he said and you fall asleep to him playing with the ends of your hair.
Spookyfest
#stray kids smut#skz smut#stray kids headcanons#stray kids Halloween#skz headcanons#skz Halloween#skz x gn reader#bang chan smut#lee know smut#changbin smut#hyunjin smut#han jisung smut#felix smut#seungmin smut#i.n smut#spookyfest#stray kids x reader
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Stranger protector
You came to this stupid bar because you're friend forced you to join her and now she wants to leave with some guy. You hated being in stuffy places like this not to mention that she was your ride home.
"But where are you going!?" you said and she winked at the guy telling him to wait for her outside.
"Isn't he the hottest!!!?" she squealed but you were in no mood feeling stupid that your friend would just ditch you like that.
"How am I gonna get home Liz!?" you say and she rolls her eyes saying it's not a big deal and you can take an uber.
"Liz! Wait! Damn it!!" you say taking out your phone to dial an uber suddenly bumping into someone's strong chest. You looked up shocked to see Pablo Gavi in front of you...he was prettier than in the photos but this was no time for fantasizing about famous footballers.
"Perdón" you say walking past him and Pablo was struck the moment he saw you kind dark eyes. He looked after you as you walked towards the exit door notciing the drunk guy starting to follow after you.
"Vamos Pablito! La otra!" Ferran offered him a shot but Pablo kept staring towards the exit door getting a very bad feeling inside his stomach.
"Él la siguió..." [He followed her...] Pablo said more so to himself and Ferran furrowed his eyebrows shrugging and drinking the shot himself before joining others at the bar.
Pablo couldn't stop himself as he ran outside seeing her back as she tried to find signal and the guy getting closer quietly.
"BABY!" Pablo suddenly yelled and both the guy and you turned around as you jumped noticing how close the drunk man was to you.
Pablo walked up straight to you and your cheeks blushed when you realized he was indeed calling YOU his baby right now! Fuck! Was this real!??
"Puedo ayudarte en algo, tío?" [Can I help you with something, man?] Pablo asked giving man a death glare while he was still staring at your from top to bottom imagining God knows what! Disgusting!!
"How many times did I tell you not to go outside alone, huh?" he said to you now grabbing your hand and you swore your heard was pouding against your chest so damn hard!!! Pablo Gavi was holding your hand right now!!!
"I'm sorry..." you said with a pout that was driving Pablo crazy right now but he remained focused on the man.
"Your girl is very pretty..." drunk man spoke in a broken English and you held Pablo's hand tighter when he tried to move closer making him stand a bit in front of you and slowly caress your hand to calm you down.
"I know she is..so if we can't help you, how about you leave now?" Pablo was not kidding anymore and the man could tell shrugging his shoulders and walking back into the bar. Pablo just called you pretty!!! This has to be a dream!!!
You were hyperventilating your anxiety taking the best our of you once you finally realized in how much danger you actually were. You should have never came here with Liz!!! You were so stupid!!!
"Are you okay now? HUh?" Pablo asked snapping you out of your thoughts and you nodded although still holding his hand very tightly. When he started caressing it again, you realized the position you were in quickly letting go and apologizing.
"Hey, it's okay! You got scared, it's normal" he said and tears fell down your cheeks because you were still thinking what could have happened if he hadn't followed you outside. Everything around you felt so overwhelming right now.
"Hey..hey..shh..it's okay..you're safe now, I promise okay? I'm not going to let anything happen to you! Come here..it's okay I promise preciosa.." he pulled you into a hug and you were crying into his surely expensive shirt while he ran his fingers through your messy curly hair.
"Are you here alone?" he said raising your chin and drying your tears with his fingers after a few minutes and you nodded.
"Um...I came with my friend...but she left with some boy...and I wanted to call an Uber...I haven't even said thank you, I'm so sorry!" you were so overwhelmed that your voice was shaking but Pablo didn't mind smiling and saying that it was his pleasure entirely. What a gentleman! Don't go crazy! He's wanted by like half the Spain right now!!!
"What's your name preciosa?" he said reaching out his hand and you took it with a kind smile on your face.
"I'm Y/N.." you say and he smiled nodding his head
"I'm Pablo." he answered and your words left your mouth before you could think.
"I know! Um...my dad likes fútbol" you explain now very much embarrassed and shy but he liked it very much.
"He cheering for Barça?" Pablo asked and you were glad he didn't think you were just another crazy fan of his (which you kinda were lol)
"He's a Culé..." you smile back seeing that he was glad to hear it.
"And you? Are you a Culé??" he smirked now and you could tell he meant it in a flirtatious way but you were so socked that you blushed bright red like a tomato.
"Um...now I have to be...after you saved me" you say and he nods his head asking if it would be fine for him to drive you home instead.
"You know who I am..not a killer" he jokes and you giggle nodding your head and accepting his offer starting to walk towards his parked car.
"You haven't drank?" you asked a little cautious after what happened.
"No, I was a driver tonight...besides I rarely drink"he said and you nodded thinking that you were exactly the same way not really liking the whole drinking scene.
"How will your friends get home now???" you asked feeling bad that he ditched his friends the same way Liz ditched you.
"I will come back to pick them up after you're safely home preciosa" he winked and you blushed looking away in embarrassment. Nobody ever made you feel so freaking shy and excited before Pablo!!!
The whole ride you were talking about random stuff and quickly you were already in front of your apartment building. You felt sad..night was over and he will disappear from your life.
"You live here alone?" he asked and you nodded explaining that your family is back in the US while you studied here.
"Um..maybe I can walk you to your door?" he said a little nervous now which was unusual for Pablo but he really didn't want this night to end just yet.
"Sure! Thank you Pablo!" you say and he smiled nodding his head opening your car door before walking you to your apartment.
"That's me! Thank you again for everything!" you said kissing his cheek and Pablo melted feeling your lips on his skin. He couldn't let you slip away and his hands moved on it's own will snaking around your waist as you tried to walk away.
"BABYYY, don't go!" he said and once again hearing that nickname made a shiver move down your spine.
"If you keep calling me that, I might get used to it..." you admit snaking your arms around his neck and you two just looked into each others eyes for a few seconds.
"Maybe I want you to?" he said and you blushed looking away for just a second before meeting his eyes again.
"Maybe I want that too?" you answer and he smiled leaning into you closer before your lips found each others and you just stood there kissing one another like you were alone in the world. When one of your neighbors started unlocking the door, you quickly pulled away grabbing Pablo's hand and pulling him inside of your apartment.
"Hm...are you kidnapping me preciosa mia???" he smirked and you giggled going on your tip toes and kissing his sweet soft lips again and he smiled into the kiss holding your waist again and kissing your back.
Time passed and you were on your couch cuddled up together holding hands, chatting and exchanging kisses every once in awhile. You caught a glance of the clock on the wall as thought came to mind.
"Dios Pablo! Your friends!" you said and he giggled kissing your nose and then your lips.
"I texted my sister to pick them up an hour ago princesa...no te preocupes...unless you want me to go now???" he said and you held him tighter while nuzzling your face into his neck.
"Stay..." you whispered and he nodded his head kissing your forehead lovingly before carrying you to bed and cuddling up to you. He always knew he would find you suddenly...and now he finally did...his girl❤️
#gavigif#gavi#fc barça#fc barcelona#fc barca#pablo gavi x you#pablo gavi x y/n#pablo gavi x reader#pablo gavi icons#pablo gavi#pablo gavira#pablo martín páez gavira#gavira#gavi x vini#gavi x yn#gavi x you#gavi x reader#pablogavixreadersmut#pablogavixreaderfluff
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kahlopatra headcanons? 🙏
bestieeee
these are gonna be random a f
(college au/i aged em up)
Cleopatra runs cold, Frida runs hot. It's perfect.
yes, they both have their tickets for the Barbie movie. Cleopatra has her outfit planned out (pink pink pink everything) and Frida is very excited to be Cleo's Ken.
Frida thought she had a high tolerance for spicy food but Cleopatra is in a different league. Like she could go on Hot Ones and not even flinch.
but Cleo haaaates Tajin. Frida loves it. She puts it on fruit and Cleo couldn't believe her eyes.
Cleopatra has a cat! (i was picturing a siamese) Frida is lowkey allergic, but she can handle it. But if you thought Cleo was snooty...wait till you meet this cat.
Cleopatra snores. Frida thought it would be cute and quiet but it's actually kinda loud. Frida is contemplating ways to bring this up and survive to see another day.
Frida is an Aquarius! Cleopatra is a Scorpio (not to get in my astrology bag but I think she's a scorpio sun, leo rising and gemini moon. venus in leo or taurus. what do yall think about it.)
I wrote a lot hehe woops.
(TW: weed) Cleopatra is like a 'smoke at parties' kinda girl, whereas Frida smokes often for funsies and as a creativity boost.
(TW: weed) They tried to do a 'take an edible and go to an aquarium' date but Cleopatra got too high and freaked out in the shark tunnel. They'll try again but with an arboretum next time.
Frida can play the guitar. Cleopatra goaded her into playing for her once and folded immediately when she started singing. (at one point, Frida looked up and Cleo was taking off her clothes)
Speaking of, Cleopatra told Frida she signed up to be a model for her art class. Frida did not know she was a nude model. Frida should have guessed. damn it was hard to focus on painting that day
Cleopatra is now Frida's personal fashion consultant. She's a (cheerleader, homecoming queen) part-time model, she has a very keen eye for fashion obvi
When it's cold, Frida wears socks to bed and they argue about it all the time. They also argue about what side of the bed to sleep on (they both want the right side smh).
Frida loves going along with Cleo on her many beauty shop appointments (nails, hair, spa, etc) but won't go into any waxing/threading shop because the technicians start getting twitchy just looking at her. She feels like if she fell asleep, she'd wake up tied to the chair with two eyebrows.
They watch a lot of movies. Cleopatra laments how expensive TVs used to be but loves that they're cheap now because a big screen TV still makes her feel rich and luxurious.
Frida will be the first one to say I love you and it will mess Cleo up a little bit. don't worry tho, they'll talk about it! she's just not used to being loved (saad)
Frida is teaching Cleo Spanish, but all she wants to learn is swear words and dirty talk. it's gonna take a while
Cleopatra is a bug killer, Frida tries to trap and release.
Harriet (Frida's roomie in this AU) was extremely suspicious of Cleo at first ("wasn't she like your nemesis?") but she came around eventually ("enemies to lovers is kinda sexy...")
Frida is currently showing Cleo so many Spongebob episodes, she was sick of her constant references going to waste.
yes, they listen to a LOT of new music together. Frida tries to go in chronological order (2004 music, 2005 music etc), so that Cleo could hear the progression of music sound. (i could go on and on about music but these r getting long already)
Cleopatra is a passenger princess, but mostly because everybody is too scared to get in a car with her at the wheel; she drives like she's playing fucking GTA. (Frida thought people were kidding, but after they went soaring over a downhill speed bump one time, Frida politely took the keys forever).
speaking of GTA, that's Cleo's favorite video game. she enjoys mowing people down, blowing things up, and getting cute new outfits. Frida thinks its a good way for her to indulge her sadistic streak.
Mario Kartin': Frida mains an Orange Yoshi, Cleo goes between Peach and Rosalina (she refuses to make a Mii she thinks they're too ugly to represent her).
They become a different couple when they play mario kart. Frida is really fucking good and Cleopatra can't stand that shit eating grin every time she wins. (cleo would be like that tik tok sound: right hand on the bible, god can strike me down if im lying, that motherfucker's cheating!)
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I could write more but i wrote way too much already. y'all would have to ask for part 2. Also... may have snuck my next fic in here teehee.
if anybody wants to use these for art or what have you, go for it (but it better be gooood 😜)
tag and credit me tho so i can see it and be overjoyed
THANKS FOR ASKIN BESTIE!
#kahlopatra#clone high frida#clone high cleopatra#thank you for this question bestie hehe#anybody watch mpgis?
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circle k (back to you)
summary: in which you're just the graveyard shift employee at circle k bombarded by vigilantes.
━ chapter seven: just get me through the night | read chapter six
━ pairing: tim drake x f!reader
━ word count: 4.8k
━ warnings: none
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Steph believes you when you tell her you tripped and hurt your wrist.
After all, it’s not exactly a lie. That is what happened. It just… happened to occur while you were being advanced upon by, you know, the Batman.
You don’t tell her that last part. It’ll just worry her, you think, and she was worried enough about you that following day, when you told her about how your shift was cut short and how you hurt yourself. She fretted about you coming back to your shitty apartment in Coventry on your own but you made up a lie about catching a taxi.
(Technically, in a way, you suppose it could’ve been the truth but you don’t imagine Red would appreciate Redbird being referred to as a taxi service; though, at the same time, he drives like a literal maniac, so, it doesn’t fit.
And yes, he did name his car.
And yes, it is actually named Redbird.
He claims he gets around by motorcycle more these days but that obviously wasn’t conducive with the weather, so he used the car instead. A very high-tech, ultra-expensive car that you had to wonder how the hell he managed to get. He’s your age, after all. But you refrained from asking. It’s impolite, considering everything he did for you.)
After Steph’s shift, you both head to her mom’s house, where Crystal Brown, a nurse at West Mercy, generously takes a look at your wrist, as equally as concerned as her daughter when she hears the story.
“It’s just a sprain,” she says, frowning. “I can’t be entirely certain without an X-ray but I don’t think anything is broken or fractured. No need for a brace, either, but if it keeps bothering you…”
“I’ll get it checked out,” you agree easily. “Thank you, Ms. Brown.”
“How many times do I have to tell you? Just call me Crystal.”
“You know how she is, Mom,” Steph sighs, folding her arms over the back of the chair you’re in, dropping her chin to your head.
“As hard-headed as you? Oh, I know.”
You smile bashfully as Steph snickers. Crystal rises from the table, stepping back to the stove, where she has dinner cooking. At their insistence, you agreed to spend the night.
Crystal has always been kind to you. Both this summer and the previous one did she tell you you were welcome to live with her and Steph here at their shared home, since neither of you could live in the dorms unless you took classes during the summer. Steph abstained from them to get more experience and you abstained because your financial aid wouldn’t cover it, which left you grappling with a three-month lease at the shitty student apartments near GU.
“No Tim?” Crystal asks, covering the pan, turning to look at you two.
Steph clicks her tongue, pulling away from you to flop into the chair beside yours; underneath the table, her ankle curls beneath yours, shin pressed to your calf.
“Busy as usual.”
“He doesn’t know?”
“It’s not that big of a deal—” at the looks you get from both of them, you quickly backtrack “—I mean, I’ll tell him later… That new Mission Impossible movie came out a few weeks ago, so I was gonna see if we could watch it together…”
Crystal frowns. “But you don’t like those movies. Does Tim like those ridiculous movies?”
She probably wouldn’t be displeased if he did. Crystal isn’t overly fond of Tim. Steph says it’s because of their relationship when they were kids but sometimes, it feels far too deep for it to be just that.
Still, she’s civil to him and he rarely says no when Steph invites him (and you) for dinner. If anything, you think Crystal doesn’t mind the opportunity to make him squirm. Steph probably doesn’t mind it, either.
Steph stretches her arms above her head. “It would be on par with him but no. These two just like watching them and making fun of them. I’m good, though.”
“I’ll tell him, then. He’d notice it, anyway, since my mobility is still limited, but yeah…”
“Well, be careful,” she says, mouth pursed. For some reason, it doesn’t feel like she’s talking about your wrist but about something else.
Steph coughs. Crystal looks back to the stove.
“Well, hopefully you two will see him soon. From what I’ve heard, it’s been a while.”
“Yeah,” you say heavily. “A while.”
Crystal doesn’t pay more attention as she focuses on the sizzle of the chicken breast but Steph does, giving you a lingering look that makes you look away.
You… try not to give away too much to her.
You feel horrible enough to be in love with her ex-boyfriend; pining after him in her presence is just the icing on the World’s Worst Best Friend cake.
That’s why you avoided him, after realizing the culmination of your feelings in May.
To see if you could shake the feelings, if you could get rid of them.
Considering how hung up you are on him still, it hasn’t worked.
But you still want to see him again. It’s selfish, probably, to be okay with avoiding him for your own gain and then when he does it on purpose, you want to put an end to it.
But you know now it wasn’t okay.
You want to see Tim, want to hear his bad science puns, you just want him around.
Your feelings won’t go away for a while but avoiding him was the wrong decision. You just have to handle it on your own like an adult.
You would if you could see him more.
You hope you can. Even if it kills you to act normally, to be okay with being friends. By this point, you’ve started to realize having him in any capacity is more than enough.
It has to be.
newest mission impossible movie came out… i can’t believe they’ve managed five of them and this one is only part one of the fifth one. they need to put that series down already
anyway :D in that case, was wondering if we could see it together? on sunday? i’ll get the tix and you get the snacks? we can get ice cream after and talk shit about it
i can’t, sorry! family dinner on sunday, then some other stuff before then and on sat too. see it and let me know about it, alright? :)
You cry when the end credits start rolling.
Not because the movie is good or moving or even so bad that it makes you cry, you’re just…
So tired.
Tired of him never having time for you, for you and Steph.
One part of you wants to give up. What’s the point, right?
His continued lack of time means you can’t even apologize to him, can’t even ask if your initial avoidance was what led to his in the first place.
Mostly because it feels like it doesn’t even matter at this point.
Maybe this is what you deserve and there should be nothing else to say on the matter.
But that hurts even more.
You sit far at the back—shitty seats, he would say—but it gives you the privacy to shed a few tears.
You leave only when the end credits are almost done rolling and the theater is empty. You don’t care about the looks people give you, coming out red-eyed and sniffling from the Mission Impossible movie. You just want to go back to your apartment and hide away for the rest of the summer.
You emerge from the cinema; it’s only eight, so the sun is still out, warming you up from the chilly theater. Sighing, you start for the nearest station to take the subway back to Coventry.
You only get a couple blocks before your eyes catch the storefront of an ice cream parlor. Wallowing deep in self-pity by now, you easily take the detour. The patio in front of it is busy with people and through the large glass window, you see the line inside is long, too. But since you have nothing else to do, you head for it, anyway.
You’re halfway across the patio when you see it.
Through the window, in line for ice cream, is Tim.
Your eyes found him immediately, without intention or purpose. Poetic, almost, were it not for the fact of seeing him here breaks your heart.
Here, not just by himself but with friends. Friends you’ve never met but know of from pictures at his place.
You try to rationalize it initially, still standing there in the middle of the patio, staring into the parlor. Maybe the dinner was canceled. Maybe they dragged him out.
Maybe, maybe, maybe.
But then it makes you feel second best. Second choice. That he didn’t think of you when his schedule freed up.
That’s presumptuous, though, right? What gives you priority? Nothing, especially after what you pulled before.
But the ache in your chest hardly allows for that much introspection or self-awareness.
Mostly… Mostly, you’re just hurt.
Seeing him now, separated from you by thin glass, the yawning monster inside you that longs desperately for him is unleashed, because he is so close but he’s not here with you, for you. And that hurts. A physical thing, your chest tight, throat thick with growing emotion.
But then, he sees you.
His head turns and you go rigid as your eyes meet his, which widen as he recognizes you.
It’s been long, so terribly long, since you’ve seen him. See the soft blue of his eyes, this lovely shade, like cornflowers.
It makes this so much worse because you don’t think anything will change, even with this, so it’s like a taunt to see him, knowing this might be the last for a while. A long while.
Another moment between you two, the surprise on his face morphing into something else and you look away before you can see what it is, turning on your heel.
You have to get out of here.
The subway is across the street but the light just turned green. Too long.
The hiss of hydraulics snatches your attention. A bus, several feet away. One last person climbing on. You take off for it, scrambling for your wallet, ignoring how the rough motions make your wrist throb in protest.
You think you hear your name. You hope you don’t.
You barely wedge yourself in just as the doors close.
The bus driver eyes you with thinly-veiled suspicion but you pay the fare and take a seat at the far back, away from the windows.
You don’t even know where this bus is going.
You don’t care.
You just have to get away.
You bury your face in your hands, your tears flowing again as the bus pulls away from the curb.
The worst part about it, you think, is that he doesn’t reach out to you.
Neither does Steph, but you reason expecting that is irrational. Why would he talk to her? Why would he tell her what happened?
You can’t do it, either. It’s for the best, maybe, that you don’t say anything about it at all.
Instead, as soon as you get back into your apartment, you collapse onto your threadbare couch and take a nap. Only dragging yourself off it when you have to get up and get ready for your shift, accompanied with the headache throbbing in the center of your forehead.
You trade off with the evening shift and things are quiet for the most part. To distract yourself (mostly to stop yourself from bursting into tears if you think too hard about what happened), you take on your night shift tasks with renewed vigor. Cleaning the floors, the machines, adjusting displays, doing inventory.
Your wrist protests throughout it but you ignore it.
Steph would scold you for it.
So would Tim.
You pause in the middle of cleaning the counter near the Slurpee machine. Your wrist throbs at your side.
The sharp gust of wind and the sound of your name surprises you.
Shocks you, really, since you’re still a bit on edge from Batman’s visit last week and you yelp, turning around, throwing the wet cloth on instinct.
Your visitor dodges it easily. It lands on the floor with a wet splat.
“Flash? What are you—what—?”
He tilts his head, grass-green eyes narrowing slightly, mouth pursing, and you get the unmistakable feeling of being scrutinized very closely.
“What are you doing here, Flash?” you question.
He keeps making that face. “I wanted to see you.”
That surprises you. You blink.
“Batman won’t like that.”
“Don’t care. I’m not here to cause trouble. Just here to see you. He can’t say anything.”
You don’t think that’ll stop him but you don’t say anything. Flash probably knows. He just doesn’t care. He’ll complain about it sometimes, go to lengths to avoid it, but other times, he just—doesn’t care.
Flash continues to look at you. Scrutinizing you.
You don’t bother trying to stop him from doing it. You’re too tired and the way your eyes are still red and swollen is telling, as well as the circles under your eyes.
“You look like shit.”
“Thanks, Flash.”
His frown deepens and one of his hands comes to your shoulders.
“Seriously… are you okay, kid?”
For some reason, that does it.
The smallest of splinters to your resolve first, your breath hitching, then it breaks entirely, emotion swelling inside you with tidal wave force, your vision blurring with tears.
Flash reels back in surprise at first, then softens, muttering, “Aw, kid,” and pulling you into a hug.
It doesn’t feel perfunctory. Like he is doing this out of obligation at seeing you cry, like this is just another one of his duties as a superhero. It feels genuine, the way he holds you tightly against his chest, like you’re a child being comforted.
That just makes you cry harder.
It takes a while for you to calm down. Then you get embarrassed, sniffling out an apology.
He hands you a napkin, then pokes you affectionately on the forehead.
“Geez, what do you take me for? I don’t mind. Besides, worse bodily fluids have ended up on me. Way worse. This is nothing.”
You laugh wetly.
He squeezes your shoulder. “Seriously, though. Seems like you’ve got some stuff to talk about. What’s going on?”
You squeeze your eyes shut as a fresh wave of tears briefly takes hold of you. You take a deep breath, working through it, blowing your nose.
Flash grabs two Slurpees, one cherry and one blue raspberry, and hops up on the counter, patting the spot beside him. You manage to wriggle up using just your right hand, your left still throbbing.
With plenty of breaks in between to cry a little bit more, you tell him everything that has gone on for the past month. Including the stuff with Red and the others, then your impromptu visit from Batman last week.
“That how you hurt your wrist?” he asks, thoroughly displeased as he reaches for it with gentle fingers. It’s more swollen than before, irritated from you ignoring your body’s warnings, warm to the touch.
“It wasn’t him,” you mumble. “Just me. I tripped and fell.”
He purses his lips but nods for you to continue, which you do, telling him about everything that happened today.
“It just sucks,” you whisper. “I mean, what I’m doing to Steph, first of all, by feeling like that and then with the stuff going on with Tim. I know I shouldn’t have avoided him earlier because of my own feelings and maybe this is what I deserve for it but…”
He shakes his head, seemingly bothered by all of this. Really bothered. You expected some, along with the concern, but all of that seems tripled for a reason you do not know.
He says your name, solemn. “You don’t deserve any of that. Sure, it was stupid but… you still don’t deserve that.”
“I can’t change it,” you sigh, setting your cup down. Your fingers are numb from the cold of it. “I just… I dunno. Had to get it out, I guess, so thanks. Why did you really come here, though?”
He sips his Slurpee. “I really came here for you. I just had this feeling… I don’t know. But it paid off, didn’t it?”
“True,” you admit.
“You want me to talk some sense into this kid?”
“Absolutely not.”
“I don’t know,” he muses, his thoughtful tone bellying the tension that seems to permanently reside in his body now; he’s really annoyed by it. You’re touched, if not a bit confused at the depth of his feelings. “I think I should. Might be good.”
“It’s not totally Tim’s fault—”
“His reaction is his own entirely. You shouldn’t have done what you did but anyone with any amount of common sense would talk to you about it instead of turning around and avoiding you, too. It’s dumb. Don’t let him off the hook.”
“Don’t let me off the hook.”
“I’m not. But from where I’m standing, his offenses greatly outweigh yours, especially with what seemed to happen today and… everything else.”
“Flash…”
“I’m just saying. I am, admittedly, a bit biased but… still. I’m not wrong, am I?”
You sigh. “I guess not.”
“Exactly. And for that stuff with your other friend… she hasn’t said anything about it, has she? I mean, I told you what it’s like for me and Pipes. We don’t feel like that for each other anymore. If I had some friend who turned out to like him, I wouldn’t care. So, what makes you think Stephanie does?”
You throw up your hands. “Most people would! Flash, not everyone takes that approach to their exes.”
“True,” he concedes. “But they’re clearly still friends and just friends.”
“But that doesn’t mean she’s okay with that. That doesn’t mean it’s okay. I shouldn’t… it never should have happened.”
Flash sighs, watching you for a minute. “This is a mess, isn’t it?”
You laugh humorlessly. “You’re just now getting that?”
“I knew before but this is… a mess of epic proportions. Seriously…” he mutters the last part, shaking his head slightly.
Before you can respond, the door opens. You can’t see it, the aisle hiding it, but Flash can; since he remains calm, you assume it isn’t anyone bad.
Then you hear your name, from a very familiar voice and—
“Steph?”
She appears around the aisle, her jean shorts and lilac purple t-shirt wrinkled and in a state of disarray, her hair equally as messy, frizzed from the humidity outside; a light sheen of sweat shines on her face. It’s like she rushed all the way over here.
You hop down from the counter, concerned. “Steph, what are you doing here? Is everything okay? What happened?”
She lifts a hand, cobalt blue eyes on Flash, saying, distractedly, “No, it’s… it’s alright, nothing’s wrong, I just… had to talk to you… Am I interrupting something?”
“Nope,” Flash says breezily, hoping from the counter. “You can talk to her. I was just visiting.”
“Wait—” you don’t want him to leave quite yet but you don’t know how to say that.
“I’ll hang around,” he assures you, tossing your empty Slurpee cups in your next blink; the only indication he did anything is the way they disappear and the breeze that hits you and Steph.
“Batman—”
“Don’t care. If anything, I might like to talk to him.”
“Flash,” you say, nervous, not willing to reveal what happened to Steph but also trying to tell him to very much not do that.
“I’m still thinking about it,” he says, lifting a shoulder. “But I’ll be around. I’ll come back in a few.”
He lifts a hand, then he is gone, the breeze following him much stronger this time.
“I guess you two really are friends,” Steph says when it calms, sending you a small smile, making you relax.
“Yeah…” Though friends didn’t quite cut it for you. Silly, probably, considering you don’t even know who he is under the cowl, but you can’t deny it to yourself. It’s hard to quantify exactly what he means to you—a friend, a big brother, some kind of weird uncle. If anything, it feels like an odd amalgamation of all those things. You wonder if that’s how he feels, too. You won’t ask. You can only handle so much disappointment in one night.
“I’m sorry to come by so suddenly,” she says next, her words oddly formal in a way that puts you on edge. “But I just had to talk to you.”
“About…?”
“About Tim.”
You go stiff. You try your best to school your expression, to not give anything away. After all, concerning him, it could be anything. What happened today, maybe. What’s been happening.
Or your feelings.
You really hope it’s not that.
You’ve only just started to realize you might be losing Tim. You can’t lose her.
You can’t.
“What about him?”
She says your name. Everything inside you tightens.
“I know. I know how you feel about him—”
Your throat aches when you swallow. Everything seems to come bursting out of you in the next second.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Steph, I didn’t mean—I didn’t want—I wouldn’t do anything—” you take a step back, your heart squeezing painfully in your chest.
Her eyes widen and she steps forward, quickly closing the space between you, her hands coming to cradle your face.
“No, no, no, it’s okay, it’s okay—”
“No, it’s not, I never should’ve—god, I’m so sorry, Steph—” your vision blurs with tears.
She says your name again, keeping you in her grasp.
“I’ve known for a long time,” she quickly says. “Okay? I knew, but it’s okay. I was never mad at you, never, it’s okay, I promise.”
“But—but—”
She shushes you gently. “It’s okay. Deep breaths, alright?”
A couple tears trace down your cheeks. She wipes them away, a small smile forming on her lips—for you, entirely for you, the warmth there reflected in her eyes.
“Do you want to know a secret?” she asks, rubbing her thumb over your cheek. “It’s really easy to fall in love with Tim Drake. And this isn’t my roundabout way of telling you I have feelings for him. Those are long gone. I love him and he’ll always be my first love but that time has passed—for the both of us. But for you guys?”
“Stephie…”
“I don’t care that you have feelings for him. I really truly don’t. I just want you to be happy. I want you both to be happy. I think you two can do that for each other.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I’m not. I think… you’re good for him. He’s good for you. That’s all there is to it, okay? If you really want my blessing, you have it, but… it doesn’t matter to me that you like him. And I’ve known for a while but I just… I assumed you knew I was okay with it. Like it was the thing that was there but we never talked about. Stupid, I know. But… I just need you to know that. Alright?”
She hugs you. You bury your face in her shoulder, hugging her back just as tightly, unable to stop your tears from flowing.
“I’m not just saying this to try and be the bigger person, either,” she murmurs. “Go for it. It’s been long enough.”
“I don’t know…”
“Why?”
“I mean, he doesn’t… and today…”
Steph pulls away, frowning now. “He likes you, too.”
“No—”
“He does. I know.”
“Then why has he…” You can’t keep going, biting your lip.
“‘Cause he’s an idiot,” she mutters. “In more ways than one. But… I’m going to fix it, okay?”
“No, no, don’t—”
“It’s okay. There’s… there’s other stuff going on right now and we need to take care of that first, then you can talk about your feelings. But I’m going to fix it, okay? I’m going to try.”
“You don’t have to, this is our mess, my mess, I was the one who started avoiding him in May after finally realizing my feelings and then he…” you trail off, sniffling.
“There’s something else,” she says cryptically. “That’s… just take my word for it. But I’m going to fix it. He’s been an idiot long enough and I’m not going to keep tolerating it, not if he’s going to keep hurting you.”
You shake your head, confused. Is she talking about today? Did he tell her? You have no idea…
“He only did it because I did.”
“No, no, it’s… it’s complicated, okay?”
You snort despite yourself. “You think?”
She smiles finally. “I know. It’s… a lot. But don’t worry. I’m going to get him to see the light. Not literally, though I wouldn’t mind roughing him up a bit just for how idiotically he’s been acting but… another time.”
You’re still confused. Terribly, terribly confused. But Steph is so impassioned, so sure, you let it go.
“Let me help,” you say. “I should be the one doing this but—but let me help. I need to. It’s my mess, too.”
“It’s all of us,” she sighs. “And right now, I’m in a unique position. So… let me, okay? Don’t worry about it. I’ll tell you more later, but hopefully, I can get something together soon. Just sit tight, alright?”
“You do too much for me,” you whisper.
“I’m doing what I should be doing,” she says, looking… guilty almost before the look is gone. “This has gone on long enough.”
She leans forward to kiss your forehead. “But it’s gonna be okay. We’ll make it better.”
You just nod, going along with it for now.
You scrape yourself together after a few minutes, wiping your tears away and blowing your nose. Steph hangs around long enough for Flash to return, at which point she bids you a regretful goodbye, telling you she’ll talk to you tomorrow. You worry about her getting home but she brought her car, or so she tells you, and Flash generously sees her out.
After a couple minutes, he returns.
“So?” he asks expectantly.
“You were right,” you mutter. “She’s fine with it. I’m not entirely sure why she had to rush out to tell me or what she’s planning to fix but… I don’t think I can stop her.”
“No, I don’t think so, either,” he agrees lightly. “I don’t think you should, either. It’s probably important.”
“I guess,” you sigh. “I still don’t think she should be doing it but…”
“There might be more pieces in play than you think.”
You send him a look. “I got enough cryptic talk from her. I don’t want any more from you.”
He holds up his hands, smiling. “No more cryptic talk. Got it. I do, however, come bearing gifts.”
“Where on earth—?”
“Well, I already had them when I came here. I wanted to check on you and give you this stuff, but we got interrupted,” he says. “Give me a second.”
You give him a second.
He leaves and comes back in that time. You raise an eyebrow.
“Check it out,” he says, holding out a box.
You take it from him. It’s a small thing, easily held in your hand. You pull off the top.
And promptly blink as the shiny display of a phone greets you.
“Flash, what—”
He can’t wait for you to finish asking your question, apparently too eager to tell you.
“It’s a phone, for you. But it’s programmed with my contact info, that way you can talk to me, and you can move all the stuff on your old phone over, too. It really is just a regular phone. Well, it does have League-level encryptions on it, but you know.”
“Flash… this is too much.”
“Not really,” he says. “I couldn’t give you that info without making sure your phone was secure and it would’ve been a lot more work to get yours secured, too. Besides, let’s be real, your phone has seen much better days. I think it deserves to finally be able to rest.”
“Jerk,” you laugh.
He shrugs. “Not wrong, though. Anyway, it’s not just for emergencies. You can talk to me. Text me. You know.”
“Flash,” you say, suddenly overwhelmed with emotion, pressing a hand to your face.
He looks like he wants to say something else but stops himself last minute and just gives you a small smile.
“Come on. Let’s set it up.”
You agree, not wanting to continue to refuse since it would be rude and… you do want to have a way to talk to him. Not just for emergencies but other stuff, too. This stuff.
So much is still up in the air.
But you can focus on the here and now, with Flash here to ease your burdens.
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Mexico
Roman reigns x Mystic (OC)
"Yo-ho, Mexico! Far to the south where the cactus grow! Take me away from the ice and the snow! Let's go to Mexico!"
(a/n: you know the photo Paul posted of him saying "when the tribal chief summons you" it gave me an idea so here we are. I actually started this a while ago but I've been in a creative rut so it took me longer then I thought it would)
Warnings: fluff, smut, errors I may have missed, its also LONG!!
Word count: 1.4k
Tag list: @acknowledge-reigns @reignsangel444 @mzv11 @marchm-langdon @mandeelemons @pittieprincess22 @queengreenarrowmia89 @romanreignshairdresser @weirdgirl16355
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The winter months in Canada are so harsh! A 20° day is a heatwave here! It was so cold that when I threw boiling water in the air it turned to ice almost instantly. Some people had some fun with it and put food coloring in the water before throwing it while it did make for a bit of fun I wanted somewhere warm.
"you look deep in thought Mystic. What's on your mind" Paul asked.
"I'm just missing my husband that's all" I said with a half smile.
"well he's called me resently and he's bought you a plane ticket" Paul smiled.
"wait what? To where?" I asked.
"Mexico City" Paul smiled "your flight leaves in 3 hours so pack your bags and I'll take you to the airport"
I hadn't seen my husband in 3 months and I had a surprise for him. Paul was the only person I'd told because I had to tell someone "you haven't told him have you?" I asked.
"your secret is safe with me" Paul smiled "but i know he'll be over the moon"
"you think so?" I said, trying to hide the worry in my voice. We had talked about kids but never really got into detail about it. I was afraid Paul was just trying to soothe my nerves.
"mystic, he's always wanted kids. There's no need for you to worry" Paul smiled.
I took what he said at face value. I was worried but we've been married for 2 years now and I'm pretty sure he wasn't going anywhere "alright I'll go get packed" I said with a soft smile, walking away from paul to Roman and i's room. I grabbed my suitcase out of the closet and packed my bikini, several pairs of shorts, shirts, panties, bras, pajamas, and flip flops. I grabbed the pregnancy test I took and wrapped it in tissue paper and put it in the front of my suitcase. I zipped up my suitcase and walked out to Paul "come on mystic, I'll drive you to the airport" paul smiled, grabbing my suitcase.
"paul I'm pregnant not an invilet" I laughed "im perfectly capable of rolling my own bags"
"my tribal chief has told me that I take care of his wife while she's traveling to him. Im just doing what I'm told" he smiled.
I shook my head and smiled "I truly did marry an amazing man!"
At the airport
Sitting on his private jet I wondered how he was gonna react. I didn't have much time to think on it because my phone rang and he was on Skype. I answered and saw his gorgeous smile "hey babe!" I smiled.
"hi babygirl!" He smiled "I see Paul has taken you to the airport. I can't wait to see you! I was planning on taking you to the ruins of Tenochtitlan!" He smiled.
"I would love that! You know if it wasn't for the indigenous a lot of things people use every day wouldn't exist. Things like rubber wouldnt exist and we wouldn't have tires or those expensive shoes we wear wouldn't have their rubber souls. Mouthwash wouldn't exist, syringes, baby bottles and baby formula, the cultivation of corn, snow goggles, birth control, oral and topical pain killers, cable suspension bridges and many othes! None of those things would exist and we really should appreciate them more!"
"I agree! Also quinine!" He smiled.
"you've done your research! The first ever anti malarial drug!" I smiled.
"flight 21 now boarding for Mexico City!" The announcer said over the intercom.
"that's me babe! I'll see you soon!" I smiled "I love you"
"I love you to baby girl" he smiled back.
"you're a very lucky woman!" An older woman next to me said "he's a very handsome man!"
"he's my everything!" I smiled back, getting up to board the plane.
I handed my ticket to the stewardess "oh Mrs Anoa'i your on a private plane!" She smiled.
"he never disappoints" I smiled.
10 hours later in Mexico city
The flight here was uneventful and when I arrived I couldnt get off the plane fast enough. I knew he'd be at the airport waiting for me. I grabbed my carry on and headed off the plane. The the fight attendant opened the door he was standing at the bottom of the stairs with a smile on his face. I ran down the stairs and leapt into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist "hey baby" he smiled giving me a kiss "I missed you"
"i missed you to!" I smiled back as he set my feet back on the ground.
"We'll go to Tenochtitlan tomorrow!" He smiled "i have something planned for tonight" he said with a smirk. I knew what that meant. I wasn't gonna know my own name. the mere thought of him taking me all over the hotel room- "mystic? Are you ok baby? You look kinda pale"
"yeah I'm fine. I'm just a little queasy. I have a surprise for you" I smiled
"oh what's that's?" He asked.
I took a deep breath and reached into the front of my bag and took out the pregnancy test i'd taken before handing it to him.
"what's this?" He asked.
"what does it look like" I smiled nervously.
"are you pregnant?" He smiled.
"yes" I smiled back.
"baby why are you shaking?" He asked.
"I'm scared" I said "I'm scared that you'll leave now that you know"
He put his hand under my chin, gently moving my gaze to meet his "baby i don't know why you'd think I'd leave just because you're pregnant. I know we've vaguely talked about kids but you have nothing to worry about!" He smiled and I felt my body relax. I leaned into him, feeling his strong arms wrapping around me, realizing I was safe in his arms.
"come on let's get back to the hotel" he smiled. I'm sure you're tired"
"I am but I want my husband!" I said with a smirk.
"oh yeah?" He said licking his lips "I'll take you all over our hotel room!"
At the hotel
"fuck baby girl!" He growled "that mouth feels so good!"
I felt him twitch in my mouth and I knew he was close. I felt him pull me off him, my mouth making a popping noise "face down ass up baby!"
I happily obeyed, shaking my ass when I was on all 4s. I felt him tease me with the tip, sliding it through my wet folds "Roman please!" I whined.
"so impatient!" He said finally sliding himself inside me, both of us moaning out in pleasure. I don't know if it was the pregnancy hormones or not but feeling him inside me for the first time in 3 months activated a part of me I didn't know was there. I moved my hips against his, fucking myself on his hardened flesh "oh fuck baby girl! That's it! Fuck yourself on my cock!" The sound of his hand connecting to my ass rang out and he ran his hand up the curve of my back and into my hair before grabbing a handful and pulling me back, thrusting into me, His hips snapping against mine. He pulled me so I was on my knees and reached his hand around to grab my throat "i'm gonna take you all over This hotel room! You'd like that wouldn't you? You wanna be my little whore?" He growled in my ear.
I bit my lip "yes daddy!" I groaned.
"say it to me!" He growled.
"please use me!" I groaned.
"that's my good girl!" He growled.
"fuck baby! The way that pussy is gripping me I think you're close! Be a good girl and cum on my cock!" He growled. Fuck his dirty talk always got me. "Fuck! Yesss!" I groaned.
"that's it baby! Let it go!" He groaned into my ear "uhn fuck! That's it milk my cock! Milk it dry! Uhn I'm gonna fill that pussy!"
His thrusts became sloppy and eratic, his hot cum coating my walls. A few last sloppy thrusts and he stilled inside me, both of us trying to catch our breath. He slowly pulled out of me and collapsed on the bed and I followed him, snuggling into him "I love you" I smiled.
He smiled back "I love you to baby girl"
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Damian Wayne relationship scenarios
Warnings: mentions of sleeping on the highway as a joke, lmk if I missed anything else
A/N: I imagine Damian's 16 in this. mentions celebrating Christmas briefly at the end, but it's not a theme throughout. so if you don't celebrate Christmas, you can still read.
you and Damian were asked to do the BuzzFeed puppy interview
you and him sat on the floor and answered questions as a litter of puppies chewed on your expensive heels and fell asleep on your and Damian's lap
a funny moment happened when you pointed to one of the puppies and said you were gonna name it after your favorite Wayne
Damian looked at you with a soft smile before you slapped your lap to get the dog's attention and, in a high-pitched voice, said, "c'mere Dick, come here, boy!"
Damian's smile comedically drops as you laugh
a little after that, you have a handful of puppies in your arms, and you look at Damian, asking if you could bring them home "no, maybe you should ask your favorite Wayne." he scoffs before his facade fades, and he starts laughing with you
never before has he been so open in an interview. He even called you beloved while the cameras were rolling, beloved is a name he solely uses in private, so for him to say it on camera is a really big deal
this fills the fan's love for you both, and a slew of edits became of your interactions, with each other and the puppies with captains like
"sleeping on the highway tn" "IF THEY BREAK UP IM GONNA LOSE FAITH IN LOVE," "get you someone who looks at you the way Damian looks at y/n"
Damian defiantly shows off for you
if you walk into him sparring, he will go from 0 to 100 because there is no way he's losing in front of you
on the off chance he does lose, he tries to not act but hurt, but he defiantly is
all you have to do is compliment his fighting or his technique, and he will be fine again
stupid idea activity rises 70% when you're around
yall will be chilling on the couch, and he will casually say, "want to steal the bat mobile?"
cue two hours of riding around Gotham listening to music and getting out once or twice to stop crime before hopping back in and continuing the drive
you were only stopped when none other than the big bad bat himself jumped on the roof of the batmobile as it was moving
and boy, did you both get an ear full not only did bruce have something to say about both of your reckless behavers but so did black canary, your mentor
you were both benched from crime fighting for the next week (not that it was going to you both)
after the chew out, Jason makes himself known from where he was leaning against the doorway "tsk tsk tsk you kids really should know better" "shut up, todd," Damian shoots back
if you celebrate Christmas, Damian will invite you to Christmas with his family
sometimes it surprises you just how many people are in his family, and Christmas at the Waynes can get a little crazy
you guys have ugly sweater competitions that get extremely competitive, and Alfred makes the most amazing Christmas cookies
all around, you and Damian have a great time together in and out of costume
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Tokyo Revengers: Family Matter
Hey dust bunnies, I’m not active I know it, but it takes a lot of time writing and studying for residency school, I disfrute this inspiration to say you something, I really really missed the interaction we used to have for this fandom, most of my absence is caused because of this, so please if you decide to read this stories please pass by my inbox, write me, interact with me, reblog, I really need to vibe with you again, I love you and your support! And thanks for letting me reach 2.5 followers despite everything 💜
Characthers: Hajime Kokonoi, Takashi Mitsuya, Ran Haitani
Plot: They react to s/o who can’t have children
Warnings: Angst to Fluff, Reset Timeline, Mention of Depression, Endometriosis, Infertility, Chronic Disease, Mentions of Sex (In Mitsuya), Breeding Kink (Only Mitsuya), Adoption
A.N: This is most of all a self indulgent story since I suffer endometriosis, so y/n works as a doctor. While this scenario is minor interact, if you’re under 18 skip Mitsuya’s part since there’s a smut!
“Koko I’m going to work…” you say while you stand on your feet after the doctor comes out from the ambulatory, your husband looks into your lucid eyes and takes your wrist blocking you, “Love this isn’t the right time to work” he says while you stare into the void of the hospital ward, nurses wave at you and you give them a little smile knowing them for a long time, “My shift isn’t finished, I gotta-” arms takes you and turn you over to his chest giving you the privacy to shed my tears without feeling judged, a doctor can’t cry in front of patients and colleagues, he knows you don’t like showing vulnerability, that’s why he waits that your tears stop to stream while rubbing your back and reassuring that everything is going to be fine.
You and Koko devoted yourself to your works, many of the reasons you get to work perfectly as a couple were your drive to success and beside that the love for shopping and expensive items. You knew you suffered endometriosis but back then, none of the doctors told you to be worried about your fertility, but once you started to get sick again you scheduled a visit and knew for a fact that there was few to none possibilities to bear a child.
Afraid to be rejected from your husband because of this you started to cry but that’s where your husband console you and say “We can always try alternative-'' he says thinking you want to a have a child, “No Koko - I don’t want to try, unless you tell me that’s what you want…”, Koko’s snake eyes wide “y/n it’s your body and it’s your life, I don’t want to force you to do anything against your will, do you understand me lullamy?”. The nick he gave you puts a smile on your face, “I understand, I’m sorry Haji, I thought you wouldn’t want to be with me in a situation like this”, a pout appears on his face “Is this why you were crying? I couldn’t never do something like this, I love you, I love your personality and that won’t change even if it will be just the two of us” you nod kissing his cheek and taking his hand you go towards your ward announcing that you’re going to take a break because you need time with your husband.
How does it end up? You never actively tried for a pregnancy and that didn’t change after discovering your condition, but during a visit to Shimoda where you were treating some kids you got to know an orphan, that’s how Hiname entered your lives and you couldn’t be happier to be parents finally.
The successful career you and Mitsuya got to strive for, gave you a lot of stress, sex was the best recipe you could have on your days off.
“Just like that my love, I’m gonna cum” Mitsuya says taking your hips and meeting your thrust to arrive deeper in your pussy, his lips give you hickeys on your shoulder and back neck and a hand can’t help but reach a nipple while rubbing a clit from behind, you arch your back by going up and down finally coming undown you feel his seed shooting deep inside your womb.
“Taka, do you want to have children?” you say all sweaty while caressing his abs and looking at him in aftersex glow, the pants alters and Mitsuya smiles while turning to look at you and kisses your forehead, “Why do you ask that?” he says with his charming smile while caressing your cheek, “It’s just that you always cum inside me” you say with tinted cheeks avoiding his gaze, “I mean I never thought about it, I just love to finish inside you, is this a problem?” he asks, tilting his head and taking you to your bathroom.
“I mean no, I can’t get pregnant anyway” you say making him falter, “Taka?” you say looking at him who seems deep in thought, you seem calm but something tells him you’re feeling quite anxious about it, “Love, I’m sure we can live happy even without having children, plus Draken and all the others will be having theirs, I think we could the perfect cool aunt and uncle who spoils the kids everytime we see them” he says while gently placing you in the hot tub and caressing your lower belly, “Never feel ashamed about your condition, you’re perfect the way you are” turning and kissing him on his lips you deepen as soon as you whisper “So are you Takashi Mitsuya” and you resume what you finished minute before.
How does it end up? You and Mitsuya became the cool uncles, everytime the parents and previous Toman members need free time you support them by taking care of the kids, who love you. You adopted two cats as time passed by and you got a little bit more free time. Both of you go to volunteer at the kindergarten and help the teacher with the kids. You became one of the philanthropists for the Endometriosis Association and Mitsuya often goes on tv to make awareness of the illness, despite that you’re happy with your work and you still have a lot of sex!
“Is something the matter, pretty?” Ran asks you as soon as you hop into the car and stare at Rindou and his son waving goodbye with his chubby hand, “Rindou’s baby is so cute” you say now turning your gaze in front of you avoiding purple inquisitorial eyes, “Do you want to have kids with me? Get you knocked up?” Ran says with a smirk caressing you while the other hand occupies the steering wheel and turns on the left, “Not that you would make it” you say lowering your gaze. Ran noticed the sudden change of humor and it brings to his mind that you always replied that you didn’t want children, so why are you acting like this? “You wanna tell me what you’re thinking? I’m serious now” he says, parking in front of your house and exhaling a breath as you get out, “There’s nothing to talk about!” you continue taking the keys and opening the door. Ran follows you lazily and takes his coat off, he looks for you and finds you in your bedroom taking off your dress and staring at your surgery’s scars, they’re small and no one would notice them unless they stare close enough.
TIME BACK 4 YEARS
“What's these, pretty?” Ran says caressing your naked body and longing his eyes to the mini scars in your lower stomach “Endometriosis” you simply say as if it's nothing important, “Did it hurt?” he continues while touching the scars softly and feeling as he wants to know more, “It still does, but I’m used to it now” you say while caressing his purple hair and looking at him with voidly eyes, “You’re even stronger than I thought you would be” he says before getting close to your lips and kissing you as to reassure you.
PRESENT
“Do you remember the second time we had sex I noticed them” he says while hugging you from behind and caressing them just like he did that time, “I know for a fact that it’s difficult to handle the disease, I can see it with my own eyes but what I miss is why you would feel like that after seeing babies” he states calmly while putting your hair to the side and kiss your neck, “I don’t want children, I’m happy with what I achieved until now, it’s just that I don’t like judging stares from families at work, and I don’t like that even if I would want to try I don’t have the possibility to conceive” you say with a frown as a child unsatisfied with what she has. It’s greedy and egoistic what you say but Ran can’t help but smirk, he feels like falling in love all over again with the young girl that despite the difficulties she could take everything she wants, in his own eyes your greediness is what makes you move forward and achieve all that you want. “My love, there’s something else that you miss despite being the most powerful girl out there” he says while taking something out of his pocket and showing a diamond and continues “That’s to marry me and become even more powerful” with a smile you give him your hand and he puts the ring on your finger “I would gladly become a Haitani if this means I get to enjoy our lives until death tears us apart” you say before kissing him and thanking him to be your rock in difficult times.
How does it end up? You and Ran are the classic rich couple who goes every weekend on holiday if you aren’t working. Everyone still judges you but as time passes by you learnt that most of them are just jealous and that your nephews love you almost like Rindou and their mother. You enjoy your mundane life and despite sometimes you would think how it would be your life with a blonde girl in it, you and Ran always have a smile even after years of marriage and most of your years spent together behind you.
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the whiskey teaser
pairing: stray kids han jisung x gn!reader
warnings: alcohol use, implied drinking and driving (nothing bad happens), 3rd person, reader is bi/pan, spelling/grammar issues
word count: 1463
a/n: this is just a teaser for now but it's been sitting unfinished in my google docs for months lol if anyone likes it i might complete it!! the plan was around 15-20k so its gonna be a bit of a slow burn,,, not much is happening rn but feel free to comment any suggestions pls be constructive tho :)
Looking around the establishment for what felt like the hundredth time in the last hour, you swirled around your glass, relishing in the clinks made when the hard rock of ice met the delicate glass containing it. You’d come here looking for a distraction, anything to pique your interest for even an instant; to bring anything else to the forefront of your mind just long enough to ease the load of your thoughts. And to no avail. A few people had come up to you, trying to spark a conversation, with and without ulterior motives. You’d indulge them, albeit speaking only a few words at a time before they had lost your interest and you let them know that.
The first was a man, slicked-back hair and a get-up far too fancy for the environment. He called you beautiful, offered you a drink, and you obliged him. Asking for the most expensive thing sold there just to see his expression. Before you could even get a sip in he was on a tirade about his oh-so-important job as a CEO or CFO or some other acronym with a ‘C’. As hard as you tried to engage in the conversation, he never gave you the opportunity, ending every story he had about his “terrible employees” with a ‘right?’ or ‘you know?’ and then continuing on without leaving you a second to even nod in agreement.
It got old fast and soon you were right back in your head, thoughts moving a mile a minute toward the one thing you wanted to avoid thinking about. Then he asked, “Are you even listening to me?” You responded with a blunt, “No.” Earning a scowl from him as you now became the object of his scornful speech. He called you a “gold-digging bitch” and a slew of other things that people tend to find offensive. But you didn’t care, why should you? He was a stuck-up asshole who doesn’t know how to have a decent conversation. The only thing you’d gained from the exchange was an overpriced drink, which you continued to drink as he kept yelling, bringing unwanted attention to the two of you. By then you couldn’t even make out what names he was calling you as his voice faded into the background. You couldn’t tell how long it had continued either until he finally stormed off, ushered away by the staff, still muttering under his breath.
You were a little glad for being a regular at this point, getting kicked out of the bar would have been a terrible way to end your night.
Maybe 10, 15 minutes passed before another person came up, trying to get your attention. This time a woman, in a lacey black dress and racing jacket. The way she looked at you with those bright blue contacts, made you somewhat uncomfortable, but she was decent enough conversation. She mentioned she was from out of town, visiting for a funeral, here looking to have a little fun before heading back home. You almost would have taken her up on her many offers to do so, if not for the way she spoke to the bartender after he supposedly made her drink wrong. When she turned back to you, you made some excuse about being busy later that night, the first thing that popped into your head and she got the memo. Leaving you without another word.
The others that came and went weren’t as interesting, quickly repulsing you in one way or another, but you’d determined yourself to stay a little while longer. In hopes that you’d find someone, something to do. Though it was in vain.
You downed the rest of your drink, delighting in the warmth it brought to your core. You gathered your things, giving a final nod to the bartender before leaving the building.
Seeing the patter of raindrops hitting the glass doors, you pulled an umbrella out of your bag, opening it as you stepped out. It was a short stroll to your car, only two or three blocks away, but long enough to shake away any last remnants of alcohol that may be clouding your judgment.
You walked slowly, basking in the sights around you, people running into buildings, failing to prevent themselves from getting soaked, cars zooming by, splashing puddles that had been created in potholes, storm drains sucking in as much water as they could, making tiny whirlpools. You remembered loving these sights as a child, loving the feeling of jumping around in said puddles, not loving the wet socks you ended up with after. But you kept walking, brushing off the nostalgic feelings growing in your heart, you didn’t deserve to enjoy it.
You reached a crosswalk, the light was red and the speed of the vehicles before you, even in this weather, was enough to discourage you from continuing anyway. As you waited, you heard a sound, it was a sniffle, you weren’t sure if you were imagining it or if it was you yourself.
You turned your head towards the origin and there stood, well sat really, a man. His head was rested in his arms, held up by his knees. His wavy brown hair glistened under the street lamps, clinging to the sides of his face. He was decidedly underdressed for the weather, with an oversized white t-shirt, that too clung to him from the rain, and a pair of light-wash ripped jeans.
For some reason, you couldn’t turn away from the sight. You wanted to know why. Why he was sitting out here in the rain, weeping so hard his body shook. So hard it shook even the furthest reaches of your heart.
From the corner of your eye, you could see the light change and the cars come to a stop. You should have minded your business, you should have walked across the street and went home to wallow in misery, you should have, but you didn’t. Instead, taking cautious steps toward the man, until you were right before him. You stuck out your arm, shielding him from the downpour with your umbrella, unflinching as the cool droplets now soaked into your attire.
You stood there for a few seconds, not uttering a word. You hadn’t even known why you’d done this to begin with. No, you knew.
You couldn’t convince yourself you did it out of the kindness of your heart. This was selfish, an indulgent way to prove you weren’t like the people you’d seen earlier today, like the people who hurt him. It wasn't entirely true, but excuses exist for a reason.
He looked up at you, pulling you out of your thoughts. Even through his questioning stare, his eyes were bloodshot. He must have been here for a while.
You held the umbrella closer to him, a wordless offering. Still obviously confused, he took it. And you took your opportunity to swiftly leave, walking with more purpose now as you crossed the busy street seconds before the light switched back to green and the engines of the cars, now behind you, roared to life.
You could feel eyes on you as you walked steadily up the street, probably his, but you didn't turn around to check.
Finally reaching your car, you pulled your keys out of your bag, unlocking the door with a beep. You got in quickly, putting the key in the ignition and turning the heat to max. Maybe giving your umbrella to a stranger in the middle of what was basically a monsoon, wasn't the best idea. You sat there warming up for a few minutes before clicking on your seatbelt and taking off.
The ride back home was calm, rather than turning on music to drown out your thoughts like you normally would, you embraced the sound of raindrops hitting against the windshield and the hum of the engine. The brake lights before you reflecting off the ground creating a sea of red. The distraction usually bothered you, but now, all you could do was revel in its beauty.
Even when someone cut you off, you weren't all that angry. Rather than honking or muttering curses under your breath, you simply made space for them and went on as if it never happened.
Would it be overdramatic to describe this feeling as euphoric? You were soaked down to your underwear, fans blowing at max speed, making your eyes water so that you had to blink them back, lights reflecting off the wet surfaces almost blinding you. But you weren't mad at it.
It felt easier to embrace the negative knowing that even though your day failed, you may have made someone else's a little better. “Should I start doing stuff like this more often?” you whispered to yourself.
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TOO MANY NIGHTS I PJM
your lovely boyfriend gets you a bodyguard. one or two drinks lead into a spiral of things. however don't forget, never mix business with pleasure.
genre forbidden love / fwb(ish) -> lovers
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warnings angst, implied cheating and neglecting partners
it was getting warmer, ice cream trucks starting to resurface, more fun shows and movies, even better outfits. however instead of feeling the warmth of the outdoors. you stuck inside, your expensive hotel room, arguing with your boyfriend.
why are you arguing with your oh-so-loving boyfriend, you may ask. well it all started about a couple months ago.
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“babe have you seen the concept photo sketches for my latest runway?” you excitedly scroll through the photos on your ipad. you’re a very successful model and you’re gorgeous. in fact you’re the global IT girl currently, known for breaking beauty standards and such. in all, you’re a pretty big deal.
“yeah of course i did.. i don’t like that outfit they put you in” your boyfriend, jihoon, scoffed as he tapped away at his screen. jihoon is a famous producer in the music industry. you both have been together for roughly a year and a month, however—
RING RING RING
“hey sara.. now?… hmm i’m not busy so i’ll be right over”
jihoon is also a total A-hole.
your boyfriend is a horrible person, well towards you. lately he’s become over protective, controlling, and over all just toxic. so why are you in this relationship still?
people were too fearful of your boyfriend to even get close to you.
and you might be wondering—
“who’s sara..?” you shut your ipad off and looked over at your boyfriend that is putting on his best cologne.
“my assistant”
“why didn’t you say you with me..?”
“i’m not busy am i?”
“guess not.. we’ll i’m going to call taehyung over to—“
“no you’re not, go take a nap or something”
“are you serious?”
“hell yeah i am.. i’ll be back a little late so just go to sleep without me” and with that he was out of the door, quick footsteps were heard going down the hall.
a sigh escaped your lips, you knew who sara was already. she was the woman who accompanies him to almost every event. yes she was his assistant but she didn’t need to be attached to his hip. you sat on the windowsill watching as your boyfriend walks toward a all white benz. a short slim blonde hops out with a wide smile.
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back to present day.
“jihoon are you seriously telling me that i’m a cheater?!” you raised you voice and threw your hands up in the air with pure rage as your boyfriends eyebrows knitted together. “you can’t be fucking serious—“
“don’t you go swearing at me—“
“you’re not my fucking dad, okay?! hell is wrong with you jihoon..” you huffed out as your boyfriend rolled his eyes.
“either way i don’t trust you, so i hired a body guard for you and he’s gonna watch over you..” jihoon walked to his side of the bed and laid down with his back facing you. “he’s my ex bodyguard so he’s pretty good and i trust him, not your little taehyung friend” jihoon curled up and took his phone out. “you can get going now or whatever you said you were gonna do” he made a ‘shoo’ing hand motion.
you didn’t want to be in his presence any longer so you stormed out of the hotel room. “bodyguard my ass, are you kidding?” you muttered under your breath as you made your way to the lobby doors. your car was parked in the downstairs garage, because you didn’t drive yourself places often. as you tapped away on your phone, you bumped into someone. before you could even begin to stable yourself, a firm arm came around your waist.
“be careful miss” a soft voice came from the person holding you. as you looked up to see whom this person was, your mouth parted a bit as you admired the man’s features. he had a mask on however his eyes were captivating and his light blond hair was a compliment to his beauty. “yeah, uh, sorry..” you moved out of his grasp and noticed he’s standing in front of your car. “excuse me but this is my car so, uhm.. can you move please?” you held up your keys and jingled them to push the point.
“oh i’m aware!” the man’s eyes crinkled into half moons as he watched the keys in her hand. “i’m your bodyguard but if you wanna get fancy then your personal escort!” he ended the statement with a small bow.
“don’t skrew around dude..”
“i’m not and my name is jimin park.. not dude”
there was a beat of silence that went by before you sighed and just handed the keys over. you didn’t have enough energy to argue with a stranger. mr park took the keys and held the car door open as you made you way over.
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the drive was silent until you spoke up to break the awkward silence. “so.. mr park, how much is he paying you..?” you glanced from the side of your eye to look at him. he still had his mask on but he looked a bit stiff while driving.
“huh?”
“my so-called-boyfriend, how much is he paying you to give a fuck about my well being?” you rolled your eyes as you watch the street lights go by. it was just 5 pm but it felt like night was approaching sooner.
“enough”
“honest i guess, so how does your partner feel about your job? are they ever worried?” you wondered aloud. he let out a hearty chuckle “i actually don’t have a partner”
and then there was silence.
however just like the world is on your side, you arrive to your destination which is a a night club. you were called over to do some taste testing but this club wasn’t some random club, it belong to your close friend taehyung.
your bodyguard parked on a side street near by and then let you out of the car. “you can wait here if you’d like mr jimin park.. i’m just taste testing so i’ll be back in a bit” you said as you began walking towards the club, jimin followed closely behind.
as you stepped into the club you were greeted with workers coming to bow and welcome you. you smiled and waved at them as you made you way to the bar with jimin on your tail. “y/n it’s so good to see you and who is this pretty boy? finally got a new boyfriend?” the deep voice came out of nowhere as a tall male approached the duo standing idle at the bar table.
“no actually this is my bodyguard—“ you made sure to do air quotations when saying ‘bodyguard’. “—that my boyfriend thought i needed..” you rubbed your temple to show how stressed you actually were. “well don’t let that get you down too much, yeah?" taehyung came up behind y/n and rubbed her back in concern.
jimin carefully watches the interaction and takes a few mental notes of the environment. "so y/n's bodyguard.. want to help taste testing the drinks?" tae offered a friendly smile as he watched jimin's eyes turn into half moons. "i'd love to but i have to be sober to drive miss y/n home", y/n scoffed after the statement and took a seat at the bar. "okay tae.. hit me with the latest and strongest stuff you've got"
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it's about 2 hours into the taste testing hangout and y/n is a little more than just tipsy.
"i can't believe you're still with that dickhead of a man.. come on you need to get out more" tae shook his head at the drunken woman whom was now leaning on jimin who was been sitting silently as the two held their long conversations with the occasional drinking. "jimin-" tae called the man and turned his head towards him, "don't you agree that y/n can totally get out more?"
jimin turned his gaze to taehyung. "i don't condone cheating however, y/n is beautiful so if she did get out there then she'd pull everyone of them", he then turned his gaze back to the half sleeping woman. "i believe i should bring her home now, thank you for the entertaining talks you both had, mr kim." jimin smiled beneath his mask and began to bring y/n towards the exit. "of course mr park, have a nice night" tae yelled back as he began cleaning up the bar.
jimin makes it to the car and puts y/n in the passenger seat. he goes around and takes a seat in the driver's seat and starts up the car. "mr park.. do you think i should actually go back to that man" y/n asks as she frowns and leans her against the window. "what man? your boyfriend? you most likely should however i'm just here to keep you safe", jimin then drove off from the bar. "oh.. guess you're right" y/n closes her eyes and a sigh leaves her lips.
it felt like time flew as jimin pulls up to the hotel room that y/n is staying in. "we've arrived, miss y/n", jimin turns the car off and opens the passenger door for her. she steps out on wobbly legs, so jimin helps her up by wrapping an arm under her arms. y/n and jimin make their way up to the hotel room at a very slow pace. "mr park.. thank you for accompanying me today.. i know it may have been a bit awkward here and there but it felt a little nice to have someone with me that didn't yell at me all day or ditch me." jimin kept looking ahead even as he heard y/n sniffling and holding back tears. he wasn't sure why she was so thankful for the bare minimum but he was also getting paid to spy on her every move, not be her company or 'bodyguard'.
so he simply responds, "you're welcome, miss y/n"
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Oooh while your requests are open what about Eddie buying reader the first big purchase after the band goes big
Eddie and reader had discussed being tight with the money he makes, still not used to their new life, but what if Eddie buys her a new car she desperately needs and it’s not just any car its a super car 😭 like she goes to work in her beat up beetle with the wobbly tailpipe and no air and comes out to a ferrari 😭😭😭😭😭😭
This is so cute! I'm gonna change it a lil if that's okay to fit the storyline so far. Basically, when reader and Eddie meet, Corroded Coffin have already released their debut album so he's pretty set for cash. Although he is still shook he has money but loves spending it on reader (like in their first holiday fic.) Check the comments for theeee car.
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Once you were married, you and Eddie both decided to make Hawkins your permanent residence. Your house had been one that Eddie went past everyday when growing up, always admiring how it stood out from the other suburban cookie cutter houses. Once the band had been signed, as if by magic, for the first time ever the house was for sale. Eddie used the check to buy the house for himself, a reminder of his ultimate goal in life - to fall in love and build a life and family with someone. Now that is exactly what was happening.
Moving to Hawkins marked a the start of something you'd both always dreamed; creating a loving and safe family that you'd both grown up dreaming of. Although you and Eddie had both loved living in New York where you had spent your five years together getting into mischief, it was absent of the people you loved the most. The pair of you wanted the kids you longed for to grow up around their makeshift family. At night you'd hold each other and plan it all. How your kids would only know Wayne as Grandpa (regardless of biology, he was Eddie's father) and have sleepovers at his house. Or how they could walk down the road to play with Steve and Marissa's kids. And how they'd been spoilt rotten on birthdays and christmases by all their adoptive aunties and uncles.
Whilst Eddie had always been back and forth between New York and Hawkins, it had been a very long time since you'd lived anywhere but a bustling city. So long that you'd forgotten about one issue - transport. It took a week before you were clutching your hair in frustration at a small town's answer to public transport. No subways or frequent buses to take you anywhere you desired. Eddie had to hide the smirk on his face watching you attempt to resurrect the battered white (and splattered with rust) Mustang you'd owned since before he knew you. Although he was grateful the old car was literally what brought into his life in February 89, Eddie wasn't keen about letting you continue to drive it. It was unreliable and was beginning to feel like sitting in the Flintstone's car, and whilst he loved being your personal chauffeur, it just wasn't feasible. So Eddie had a solution.
One thing Eddie had found about being a rockstar was people were always trying to sell him things like cars. Ridiculous extravagant and expensive things that no human actually needs. Many parties and events he'd listen to other celebrities boast and croon over their latest purchase. Eddie had always thought it was surreal, looking round the room waiting for someone to reveal it was a prank. These people were buying cars that cost five times the trailer he'd grown up in with Wayne, and they dropped the cash so casually like it was a packet of cigarettes. But all of this did mean Eddie knew where to buy a good car from.
Even before you'd gotten married and moved, Eddie had an inkling you'd be in need of a car once you moved. Therefore, he was thoroughly prepared for the moment. For months when you were out he dropped careful questions when you went past a car.
'That one is cool, hey sweetheart?'
'Could you imagine driving a car that big?'
'I never knew you could get cars that colour...'
So with the help with some very eager salesmen, he'd whittled down the options to one he thought was perfect for you. And for the last month Eddie was waiting on the call to say they'd tracked down the exact car he wanted to you.
As he watched you in the drive away flipping the bird and your old banger, Eddie struggled not to chuckle down the phone to the salesman. The car was ready for him to collect, finally. Eddie grabbed his jacket and keys and went to offer his chauffeur services one last time.
'Want me to drop you off sweetheart?'
Your frustrated little face turned to him and gave a small little nod.
'Okay, get in Miss Daisy,' he chuckled giving a playful smack to your ass.
Eddie dropped you off at Marissa and Steve's with a kiss. Then, sped off to pick up Wayne who would drive the van back for him as Eddie took your new car home.
As he stood in the driveway admiring the beautiful vehicle, Eddie couldn't believe how perfectly the plan had come together. Steve was on his way to drop you home and everything was ready for your arrival. Even though the showroom had it perfect, Eddie had to make sure it was sparkling and had polished it himself. Then, he finished it off with a comically large bow he'd been hiding for weeks just for the occasion. Finally, Steve pulled up (still loyal to the BMW brand). Artfully, he was distracting you with chatter so you had yet to notice the new toy in front of your house.
'Thank you Stevie! See you guys at the weekend!' You shouted through the open window before he sped off. What you didn't notice was the cheeky wink Steve gave Eddie before he left. You walked towards the house, totally oblivious as you fished for your keys until a cough from the the voice you'd recognise anywhere, caught your attention.
'Jesus Ed you near-' your jaw dropped, along with your keys to the floor when you looked up.
There stood your husband leaning like a model against the nicest car you'd ever seen. A Porsche 964.
'Who? What? Whose is that?' you gawped, taking in the lush metallic paintwork. The sporty car was the colour of a glittery purple grape.
'Yours, hot stuff,' Eddie's grin spread right across his face as he threw a set of keys your way. You stood shell shocked, only just managing to scramble to catch the keys before they pelted you in the head.
The keys jangled as you analysed them, he was right - they were yours. Indicated by a keyring with a photo of you and Eddie from a photobooth on your honeymoon as well as another keyring with your new initials on.
Y/I M
When you finally found your voice you scolded him.
'Edward! What the fuck! You got this... for me?'
'Don't full name me, baby! I just bought you a badass car. Couldn't let you out in the death trap anymore,' he frowned.
Of course, that was so Eddie, always looking at for you and putting you first. Your face crumpled, overwhelmed by his extravagant thoughtfulness.
'Eds,' you gasped, 'you shouldn't have! You've just given me my dream wedding and honeymoon and hou-'
You're silenced by Eddie pinching your lips closed, a boyish grin on his face.
'Sweetheart, I'd pay for that all again and more. Consider it a late wedding present or early birthday present. Look, where's my thank you kiss?' He pursed his soft lips.
You launched yourself at him, arms and legs wrapping around him. Mouth pressed to his, then peppering the rest of his pretty face in misses. Eddie's hands tucked under your ass, fingers gripping your soft thighs as he deepened your kiss. He went to rest you on the bonnet until you pulled away, tutting.
'Ah ah ah, don't muss my paintwork!'
'Sorry sweetheart! Do you like it?' he asked so earnestly, as if you'd ever disliked anything he ever gave you.
'Are you kidding, baby? It's perfect,' you squealed, fingers skating delicately over the car. 'Can we go for a drive?'
Eddie's heart swelled watching your eyes wide with excitement, bouncing like a giddy child on the spot.
'Of course! Let's go!'
Your hands lay intertwined with Eddie's on the centre console as you ventured down the winding Hawkins roads. Never in your life had you driven a car this spectacular, let alone owned one. The car glided effortlessly up the off-road path let led to Lovers Lake and you pulled to a stop. Eddie raised his eyebrow in confusion.
'Whatcha doing sweetheart?'
Noticing your wicked smile. Your free hand inched up his chest until you reached his collar, pulling him close towards you.
'Wanna see if this cars big enough to make out in?' your breath warm on Eddie's mouth.
'Fuck yeah,' he gasps before latching onto your mouth.
The pair of you grunted into each others mouths, tongues intertwining as both your hands wondered, tugging each other closer. Eventually you break for air.
'Don't think it's quite big enough for car sexy anymore, will have to bend you over the bonnet,' Eddie smirks nipping at your neck.
You swat him, feigning annoyance but his shamelessness never fails to make you laugh.
'Behave... I don't want to ruin my paint job.'
The pair of your grin at each other, completely smitten. Eddie looks over his shoulder, straight out the rear window due to the absence of backseats.
'We'll have to upgrade you once you're pregnant though,' his face is still cheeky but Eddie speaks with a slightly timid tone. His hand instinctively reaching out, warm and gentle on your soft tummy. You both look down at where his hand rests, butterflies in both your stomachs at the thought of what could be.
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Lemon boy
Bakugou x reader
Pure fluff, cross posted on ao3, gardener bakugou au, next door neighbours, reading is gn, a little angst in the future, multi chapter, inspired by lemon boy by Cavetown, meet cute, soft bakugou
The sky was grey and the moving truck was loud, at least that’s all you could note when you hear the machinery sounds it’s making.
“Morning!” Some old lady says “Moving in? Nice to have you” she says “I’ve been wonderin’ whos gonna be my new neighbor” she says with a joyful smile.
“Yep, haha.” You say awkwardly giving her a smile and a wave.
“I mean that neighbor we have across the road is a real grouch…. Not to intrude of course haha” she waves her hand as she gossips like old ladies like too.
Though honestly it makes you more curious, some old man with wrinkles and a Cain probably? I mean look at that garden he probably says things like “get off my yard!!!!” Well throwing rocks at the neighbourhood kids.
“I’ll be wary then,-“
“Ah do you enjoy gardens dear?” She probably noticed your staring, you think. “there’s a nice community one down the road by pigeon creak.”
“Oh I’ll make sure to check it out…” she try’s to continue to talk about why it’s called pigeon creak.
“Y/n!!! The driver needs you to sign something!!!!” You thank your friend internally as you scurry off to sign the paper work after saying goodbye.
“Ew talking to old people?” She laughs
“Guess so” you say awkwardly trying to focuse on reading the papers, you sign your name and pass them back
“Your stuffs all in the house,” she says sighing.
“Alright, I need to start setting stuff up then…” you think for a moment.
“Oh about that…. Me and Akita are gonna go out for lunch!” You internally roll your eyes.
“Wooowww…. Really Hina? Blowing me off for your boyfriend?” Again.
“You don’t understand!!! Once you have a boyfriend you’ll understand!!! Aki means the world to me!!!” She holds your shoulders.
“More important than my old over grown duplex? Mean!” You say dramatically. She rolls her eyes and dramatically spins around as the moving truck drives off and Akita and Hina get in his car.
“Great.” First house and you have to house warm it all by yourself or what ever.
Akita set up your bed frame and you and Hina pushed your furniture around but other than that you were living in the shell of a house.
First thing a trip to the grocery store was in order, it’s pretty far out from down town so it’s cheaper, still expensive though. And the people here are nice enough, too friendly at most. You spend the trip with your headphones in listening to some random song on your playlist, that night you eat microwave Ramen for dinner and pass out in your bed.
When your alarm clock rings you are already up. Thinking about yesterday and how today will go. You step outside to try to get a fresh breath of air to escape the worry plagued world of your mind. Sitting on the porch quietly.
All you could think well doing this is “god this is embarrassing” as if it wasn’t your house and all you were doing was sitting.
In your mind you started making your todo list for the day
-clean and put away dishes
-set up bath room
-set up kitchen
-holy fucking shit he’s hot
Who in the living earth is that holy fuck. When you look up from your lap a door slams shut and a tall dude comes out.
Tall, blonde and spiked hair, loose denim shorts and red loose shirt. He had on a brown apron with gardening tools in the pockets and in his hands he had a kneeling pad and separated tool box with other gardening equipment.
Suddenly you felt exposed in your pj pants and throw on shirt.
He looked gruff, hard on the eyes but in a good way. He was scowling very clearly, and when he looks straight at you your brain almost went into flight or fright mode.
Silently you watched him work on his beautiful garden. Roses, bleeding hearts, sun flowers, vines, you could smell the lilacs and and lavender from across the road. So many flowers you didn’t even know the name of, or have even seen before.
He pulled out weeds and carried the water jug like it was nothing, cutting the stems off of flowers and putting them in a basket.
As much as you wanted to stay and watch you knew it would be weird if he saw you looking at him again.
I mean not that you liked him, you aren’t a teenager. Just you liked looking at him or something, every one needs a little eye candy in their life you remind yourself as you get dressed for the day.
It’s 5 when you finish most of your todo list, satisfied you decide that the reason you liked watching the gruff neighbour who apparently was an ass according to your old lady neighbour was because his garden was cool, so you’ll just have to take a trip down to the garden she mentioned by the pigeon creak she said.
You called Hina like 10 times before she picked up, you talked about your day well you walked there. You know, before she got swept up in talking about her drama with her other friends that you didn’t really like much. At least her and Akita were going steady, you remind yourself. As you hang up after saying good bye when you get closer.
The gardens pretty, better phrasing, it’s beautiful, like that gruff dudes yard. It’s peaceful and big but not to spacious to make it feel uncomfortable but still enough room to move around and pick veggies and flowers. Each category was in a different sections with small section inside for each individual plant type.
Trees for fruits were pushing into the back of the garden that was surrounded with a wood hand made fence that had white fairy lights around it and bottom surrounding the outside. There was a sign out side it reading “pigeons creak community garden” and something about preventing hunger and raising a sense of community and that the flyer will tell you more. You grabbed the flyer, skimming through it, nothing too interesting to read right now.
The night was just beginning to set and you had a sweet sense of calmness. Maybe this is what people mean by nature is therapy or whatever white moms with white font spice jars say.
You open the latch on the gate and walk down the rock path and sit on one of the many benches.
You sigh. It really does feel you can breathe better now. With out the worry of work starting tomorrow or the things you have to do with your new home or how Hina is in so much drama like usual or anything else. You can finally breathe.
“Hey” a scratchy and deep voice says to you “huh?” You spin your head around uncomfortably “don’t sigh like that you’re ruining the mood!” It’s your hot grouchy neighbour “huh??” Is all you can say. “Why..” you say with out thinking “too loud” he narrows his eyes at you as he stands up from the planter box he was weeding “new neighbour.” He says, you don’t really know why he said it though.
“I am…” you laugh nervously. Why is he scowling like that well coming up to you like he’s gonna pounce on you. “The flowers will suck in your sadness. Don’t ruin my shit!”
“Whaa...?????” You say in a scared and confused manner “I’m sorry about your flowers… sir….” He looks at you even more upset “don’t call me sir that’s my dad!”
“Oh sorry!….what do I call you then…” you slip in quietly. He looks at you for a moment, you can tell his face switches to puzzled for a second before going back to a more “relaxed” scowl.
“Bakugou….bakugou katsuki”
“Y/n l/n” you smile uncomfortably. maybe he can be another friend? A hot one too. Not some old lady.
“My dad started this garden so…. Don’t go messin’ it up” he swats his hand at you like you’re a troublesome kid.
“Right. Try not to” you smile at him. This conversation may be weirdly awkward but you don’t mind for the sexy neighbour.
“You live across the street” he states the obvious as he stands behind you, he places his hands on the benches back, either sides of your shoulders.
“I just moved in” “I know”
“Your front yard is shitty,” he growls. “it’s bad I know” you laugh to lighten the mood “bad. Fix it. Makes mine look shitty. Ruins the atmosphere” you look at him silently. Who does he think you are?
“Well I-uhm already am doing a lot ya know? Inside the house so I don’t have time to get to it right now and I-“
“Why” he interrupts you
“What.” You say annoyingly. What’s this guys problem!?
“I’m starting a new job tomorrow… and I have moving and unpacking to do in th-my house” he turns his head in confusion
“You haven’t finished that shit yet?” He groans at you. “No? I don’t have any help…” you trail off quietly.
“Why the hell not?????” He slams hands down. Your neck is starting to hurt in this position so you stand and turn around to face him. “My friends are all busy…. And no one I know lives close anyways!” You say annoyed. “Fine.”
“Fine.” You say back like you understand what he’s thinking “if you insist then.” He folds his arms together and sighs “what?” You say flatly.
“If you need help that bad!” What???? “What?!” You shake your head in cluelessness.
“Fine, I’ll come over tomorrow and help you move around shit and shit or whatever.” He says it like you know each other, like that sentence is grammatically correct and made any sense.
“Right when did I say that…” you whisper. “It’s alright I don’t need the help…” you do but you don’t even know this guy. You can’t just let him in your house. “Besides I work tomorrow”
“You clearly do, call in sick.” He shakes his head like you’re stupid or something “I can’t call in sick on my first day!” You say dramatically.
He laughs at you “right. Fine when do you get off” he says nonchalantly like you guys are close or something “5 pm” you say with out thinking “I’ll be at yours at 5” “uhm okay thanks but I-“ what if your a serial killer who’s gonna murder me then sell my body parts on the black market!!!! “Don’t worry I’m not gonna do anything bad” he says it like it’s weird thing to think.
“I’m glad you know it’s what I’m thinking” you say frankly “but honestly the fact you gotta say it is a red flag” you quip back “fine. I’m gonna murder you and use you as plant fertilizer. My big secret. that’s why my flowers are so nice.” He says it like it’s a matter a fact well the corners of his mouth pull up slightly.
“Not surprised with your attitude mr. Bakugou” you shrug your shoulders.
“Stop it with that, and what’s that supposed to mean?!” He puts his hands on his hips. “All your flowers must be sucking in your temper all the time mr.”
“That’s my dad! I told ya, shut up! And well it’s working, must be! Cause my flowers are the best in the neighbourhood!! In the town!” He argues. “Alright” you try to hide your amusement.
You stop the time on your go phone from the corner of your eye, “I should be going now” you sigh. “You should be” he says annoyed, but for some one who wants you gone he sighs like he’s gonna miss your company just as much as you’ll miss his. “See you tomorrow then?” You say.
“Hm?” he raises his eye brows like he didn’t expect you to let him come over “yeah. Don’t make dinner I will” he turns around “what! No nee-“ “leave!” He shouts behind himself as you. You jump back and begin to walk back to the gate and set your self on the path home.
Almost wishing he was walking you home like some teenage love story. Stupid. You say. Stupid you say when you fall asleep thinking about your grouchy, sexy, funny neighbour.
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Leverage Redemption Log: The Pyramid Job
Well either we're going to Egypt (not in the budget) the louvre (not in the budget) or a Bass Pro Shop (in the budget, unlikely).
That or its an MLM.
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Woman is telling her MLM bosses about how she needs to leave the MLM. They tell her success is definitly on the way.
Huh an MLM that has a return policy. (i mean its definitely a shit policy that scams them but thats better then most MLM's)
And they reverse psychology the woman back into the pyramidcult.
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Scene opens with a person in an old london flat-cap getting thrown into a container of hay by Elliot. (this guy is so london that i'd be suprised if this doesnt somehow tie into the "Sophie Backstory" that is being slowly woven into the season-arc.)
Pick London Tweeds pocket full of diamonds, fund a school, pay off debts. Denouement for an off-screen adventure.
Huh, im right. Its just not the same guy but this "Billie the Gent" fellow is also wearing a flatcap (and this guy is even wearing something tweed-like)
So i assume this scene is taking place in a London warehouse (the beautiful thing about warehouses, they're pretty standard regardless of geographical location. No need for expensive on-location shots)
Billy is worried about his daughter (she was a baby when Sophie sent him and Arthur to prison)
Elliot dated someone who bought the product.
Billie is doing a bit of a guilt trip, and Elliot doesnt trust him. So expect a third-act betrayal of some sort.
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Con starts in-medias-res.
Breanna is an accountant. She does not like how much firewalls they've put around comic sans slideshows of babies.
The point of the Con (at least for now): Get a virus on the server. Automated "return true" to all attempts at a refund.
I dont think that the people working at the datacenters of an MLM are usually in the "level"-based structure.
So we need a Diamond key... well if they're all on the funky little wristwatch-drives like Saphire here has? Thats a simple Parker Pickpocket. (seems that she's thinking along the same lines).
Also daily, streams from the boss bitch? Thats gonna make a return, and knowing the standard Leverage MO: That is gonna be her Confession Cam
Sophies scheme for Richard: Divide and conquer by convincing him he needs some more Toxic Masculinity in his life. But like, only a smidgen. So its a Harry job, not an Elliot.
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Sophie arrives at the cult-fundraiser thing. (Parker is in situ as waitstaff)
Thank god this show is willing to drop the C word. (Cult. Though though the other one might be apropriate as well)
Ok so apparently the company just steals downlines whenever they want?
Richard exists stage to let Debra shine. Do some pseudo-inspirational brainwashing.
We have found Billies daughter Miranda.
Parker offers up the Venezuela Protocol.
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Operation Bromcom is initiated. I do not like the Tom Selleck stache on Harry.
Bromcom makes it into Phase 2 no problem.
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Debra reads through Sophies accent and really puts her on the spot, also she puts the spots on her. Cut for comercial as if Sophie doesnt have an earpiece.
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Ok we're not even bothering with the earpiece, Sophie is just gonna StageCultBS her way out of this.
But yeah Debra is onto Sophie. Which isnt really a problem? (Sophie is only here to keep an eye on Miranda and create an opening for Parker to do her thing. Being in the spotlight is kind of the point)
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Back with Breanna, Saphire very much is starting to see the dawning light Re:Pyramids. It's far from noon yet but its definitly twilight.
Ronald has a real "they've got skulls on them" moment when he sees the Teletubbies sunbaby on a giant pyramid in the logo.
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Sophie has Parker feign a pregnancy. (she named the kid after Hardison)
And we've just (temporarily) screwed over Miranda. (look there are no stakes here)
Seriously how many glass pyramids are on this table Miranda is standing at?
"I dont have a tissue but you can use my sleeve". 10/10.
Well looks like Parker has succesfully convinced Miranda to leave.
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Meanwhile Billy is talking on the phone with someone in a foreign language.
Meanwhile Elliot, not involved in our Con, is keeping tabs on Billy. Turns out Elliot can see a narrative throughline when its in his face and is gonna punch it out of Billy before the concequences of Sophies past come to blow our heroes' faces off.
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Back with Harry, Parker tells him to play the "manly emotional insecurity card". ("If only my dad had been able to tell me he was proud of me when he was still alive")
Richard has a safe and Parker is ready to go. (so we're switching Diamond-bracelet targets from Debra to Richard)
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Back with Elliot, Billy is remniscing about old times. (turns out food works just as well as punches)
He doesnt trust Sophie, but also he doesnt have any grudges against her. (he understands that she didnt sell him out, he was going down anyway and he doesnt resent her, unlike Arthur)
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Back at Cultcon, Sophie is being politely interogated by Debra. (Debra sees a kinship/rivalry i think?)
Oh i see. (perhaps a bit late). its a maternity cult, about parenthood.
And Sophie was always very maternal basically taking all of 2 episodes before becoming an all-out mom to Parker in the OG run.
We're about to drop the "you abandoned your child" revelation aren't we? The narrative throughline of the season isnt the Duke she married, its the current duke/duchess that's gonna be the season finale.
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Back to Breanna and Robert,
turns out the cheap bracelets cost 200 USD. Also he wants to play Jazz.
Breanna knows where the Yes Virus needs to go (penthouse computer)
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Parker tells Harry to move it like a madagaskan lemur.
Gold bars, land title deeds in Uzbek... (close enough to russia that it might have been a something Billy was covering up. Except then a reveal that Elliot knows he wasnt speaking russian cause Elliot speaks Russian.)
Oh god he's working with Billy. Thats our 3rd act complication isnt it? (yes a "sophie had a child" reveal would be a twist but it wouldnt be a complication to the con. But a betrayal by Billy...)
Richard challenges Harry to a duel. (who has spotted the bracelet. its in the mancave.)
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Oh Sophie is doing exposition about Nate, i thought we were gonna get into the Duke. (Or it could be both)
Richard just knocked Harry's earpiece out (quick, tell him its a hearing aid. You've spent too much time around loud cars and payed the price. He'll fall for it!)
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Back from commercial, It seems Harry is going for the lie i came up with (im starting to really get feel these writers)
Parker is compromised with her fake belly, and unfortunately Richard isnt buying the hearing aid story (worth a try)
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Breanna is so pissed that Harry's sword-fighting a viking and she's stuck as an accountant. (Ronald has gone home, grabbed his trumpet, returned to tell Breanna and now he's off again)
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"your brandy is watered down and your cubans are fake" hitting him where it hurts him most.
Harry gets to catch punch out a guy with a sword and catch a thrown axe with his shield. He's really getting into Phase 4.
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Meanwhile back at Sophie, we're she's stalling for time with expositiondumps to Debra.
And the clock strikes (i think it was 4?) and Sophie turns the tide from reluctant admisions of past trauma to goading and baiting Debra into a confession.
Oh she's calling for security after she just confessed to her actions on her own daily livestream? I do wonder what'll happen when we get back from commercials
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So yeah she was on broadcast (cause of course)
Breanna used Harry as a distraction to put her virus on Richards Wristband (man, if only Debra hadnt insisted on a Nuclear Missile-type 2-key situation she could've stopped all the returns from happening right now)
Harry runs into the Denouement looking like a fool because someone has to explain the logistics of the financial fallout (also he put in a call, the repoman works fast)
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Back at the theatre the Selleck Stache has been glued to a mixer.
Parker is keeping the baby, and Harry is keeping the armor (it reeks but its probably expensive)
Richard spilled some beer in the car (which, is anticlimactic as far as "you ruined my car for the mission" jokes go), and Richard is playing jazz outside the theatre.
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YES I KNEW THAT IT WASNT RUSSIA! It was the Uzbek deed after all!
So our next mark is presumably this Ramsey guy. (if he's into runways, he's probably a plane-based smuggler)
Final camera pan upwards to a devil-like statue. (not a Gargoyle as it isnt a waterfeature, and its mouthes and orifices are closed so it also isnt a grotesque)
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@kazeofthemagun finds: Though he seldom spoke, not many things ever eluded the Hunter's gaze. And it was said once, that Lord Marduk's eyes were a special kind that could both read the very fabric of souls and drive others to madness. Perhaps that was one of the reasons it was hard to meet those ocean blues without fear. Just what had he seen?
Many things no man should have to.
And what did he see when he looked at Yu Hayakawa..?
Kaze said nothing as he observed the younger of the twins. The teen was alone, with his sister nowhere in sight. The school day had been particularly long, but the profound weariness permeating a fragile form was more than simple tiredness. No, it was not the task of learning that drained the boy so thoroughly. Especially not when his mind was so bright and swift like the pen of any worthy scribe.
The purplish inkling of a bruise underneath a hazel eye caught the Wind's attention.
"Hey, kid. What happened? Who did this?" The summoner's deep voice for once sounded first. Why would a Hunter care enough to check up on his prey's wellbeing?
Perhaps that was not the entire truth behind what those ocean blues saw when they looked at Yu Hayakawa.
Ai had been left at home that day, with quite the high temperature. Yu didn't have the same, so he was sent off to classes without much fuss. Little did he know that this would be a recipe for disaster. For you see, most of the bullies at school knew not to mess with Ai on a physical level, and this usually held true for Yu, as the twins were often inseparable.
But without his elder, his protector, that left one of the braver children to do something a lot more physical than that. Not only had he been whacked so hard with a metal lunch tray so hard he'd gotten the start of, but all it's contents were spilt all over his clothes. He didn't know what had happened after that, other than him having to get a change and going through the rest of his day.
There was a lot of be exhausted for, which was why he tried to keep himself as small as possible on the way home. It was harder still, without someone around to take his mind off things. So he could only feel a tired relief upon making it back to the yard in front of their house.
He's surprised to hear Kaze's voice sound without any sort of prompting. It's certainly a welcome surprise, though he realized he would much rather come up with an excuse as for why he looked like this, instead of telling the truth. It was just one day, and no one else needed to be on this kid's case for something as stupid as this... He could deal with this, he was certain of it.
But he's not sure if Kaze would even believe him, in all honesty. Despite that, he tries it anyway. "Oh, this? It was just a long day, and I had a bit of a migraine. So around lunchtime I ended up crashing into the door-" He tries to sell it with a bit of laughter at his own expense, but it comes off more nervous than he really planned on making it seem. If he wanted to be believed, this wasn't going to work, was it?
It's quick, then, that he relents. "But... You're not gonna believe that story, are you..?" It's hard for him to keep it up, especially under such a piercing blue gaze as that. There was a slip, and he moves with defeat. "No... Someone hit me with a lunch tray but... I don't even remember their name, so it's fine..." This much was the truth, Yu tried not to pay so much attention to who was picking on them, aside from knowing their appearances, to know who to run from. Ai could remember the names, she had always been good at that.
Hopefully, that could at least satisfy the hunter's thirst for knowledge.
#yu - ic#yu - threads#yu - relationships - order's yin (kazeofthemagun)#kazeofthemagun#this. augh#i hope that you know i care about them a lot yeah???#just.#i don't even have to write them for long how they are is just so complicated and nice to write and AAAH#ya know?
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It’s something Lenny doesn’t actually realize until Lily is born.
But Midge is tactile with the kids.
Every kid gets kisses good morning, kisses goodbye when they go to school, and kisses goodnight at bedtime. She fixes everyone’s hair and adjusts clothing. Comforting hugs and arm rubs when someone is upset, or celebratory hugs when something good happens. She even does the mom thing of wiping faces with the thumb she’s just licked.
Her own parents aren’t that way. Not really. Light kisses hello with her mother, but nothing terribly overt. The Maisels are more physically affectionate. Moishe and Shirley shower the kids in kisses and cheek pinches and noogies, and when Esther was littler, Joel would carry her around everywhere with me. Hold Ethan’s hand.
It’s not lost on him, though, that before he married Midge, there just wasn’t much physical affection in her life outside of the kids. That even her romantic relationships weren’t terribly physical outside of sex. It’s why Lenny makes the effort to be physically affectionate in non-sexual ways. An arm wrapped around her shoulders. Holding her hand. drive-by kisses on her cheeks or lips or neck while she’s busy.
And she just seems...
Happy.
She’s happy with him, and happy with their kids, and just
Happy.
He’d been a little concerned, to be honest, about adding another kid to their already pretty large family. That it would be one too many kids. That a baby would cause friction with Ethan and Kitty and Esther. That they just wouldn’t have the time between three already-in-progress kids and two already-in-progress careers.
But for whatever reason, it feels like the opposite most days. Sure, Lily gets left with a grandparent or minder sometimes when they’re all busy, but more often than not, Midge is doing phone meetings during the day for work, and spending her in-person time with their infant daughter, and she really seems to enjoy it.
Lenny thinks about that first time he saw Midge on stage, talking about not knowing anything about raising kids, and wondering if maybe she shouldn’t have had them. That maybe she wasn’t cut out for it, and he can officially file that thought under the “insecure crock of shit’ column.
Midge is spectacular with Lily. And Lily is never happier than when she’s with Midge, and maybe if this had been his last marriage, Lenny would have been a little jealous.
But with Midge, seeing them both so happy just makes him happy.
A particularly hard and busy day of hosting the first night of Hanukkah at their place leaves the entire family exhausted. Joel had been difficult, Lan had been bratty, Moishe had been combative with Abe and Shirley had attempted a coup in the kitchen, which Midge had to fend off without hurting her ex-mother-in-law’s feelings and afterwards, Ethan, Kitty and Esther are all sacked out on the floor of the living room on a pile of blankets and throw pillows.
Midge grins from the couch with Lily snuggled in against her, the four-month-old sleeping soundly against her shoulder as Lenny fixes them a couple of drinks before wandering back over with them, handing Midge one as he kisses her cheek.
“Another Hanukkah celebration in the books,” she says softly.
“Successful, if insane,” Lenny agrees. “The last night’ll be more fun. That friend celebration.”
“You say that, but Shy has requested sufganiyot, so I may burn the place to the ground,” Midge jokes lightly.
“Ah, this place is gettin’ small anyway,” he waves a hand.
Midge pouts. “I love this apartment. I found you this apartment. I don’t want to leave.”
Lenny shrugs as he looks around. “Kids are gonna get bigger. Kitty and Esther can’t share a room forever.”
“Sure they can.”
He chuckles and pecks her lips. “We’ll stay as long as it makes sense.”
She sighs softly. “We could buy the place next door...knock down some walls, have the biggest apartment ever.”
“Or we could go up the block and look at brownstones,” Lenny suggests. “Which will be equally expensive with less demolition disrupting our lives.”
“I never thought about living in a brownstone,” Midge admits. “I like apartment life. The doorman, the elevator operator, live-in maintenance...running into your neighbors in the hall...”
“Stealing their milk,” Lenny adds jokingly.
“It was one time.”
“Right.”
“It was.”
“Sure.”
She sighs softly. “I want to stay.”
He nods, gazing down at the kids on the floor. “Then...we’ll stay. The laundry room is big, we can move the wall, give the girls more room.”
Midge rests her head on his shoulder. “Thank you.”
Lenny kisses the top of her head. “I go wherever you and the kids are. If it’s here, then I’ll be here.”
She cuddles in against him, Lily still in her arms, and he feels her relax in a deep way that rarely happens. He sits back with them, and lets the quiet sink in.
#fic#au#tmmm#Midge x Lenny#Midge/Lenny#and the kids#This got really rambly#who knows where it was going but here we are
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From Strangers to Sisters
Chapter One: Getting on the Road
Welcome to our series! Tony sends Natasha, Yelena, Wanda and Kate on vacation so the four can bond after a long few years. We hope you enjoy! (Word count: 2521)
“Are you sure about this Tony? It sounds like an expensive trip just for us.” Natasha asked Tony, unable to believe that Tony was willing to send her, Kate, Yelena and Wanda away on a trip for a few days in his state of the art, auto driving RV which included a stay in a 5 star hotel by the beach.
“Romanoff, you need this, you all do. You’ve had a lot of shit thrown at you all and you need a break. And since Yelena and Kate are relatively new to the team, I figured it would be a good way for you all to bond in a low-key way.” Tony explained, offering Natasha a small smile as he saw her try to contain her bright smile.
Natasha grinned excitedly and hugged him, unable to hold herself back. “Thank you so much.” She told him. “I’m gonna go round up the others.”
Natasha went in search of the others, first spotting Yelena in the training room nearest Tony's lab which she had just left. Of course the blonde was at the punching bag as the redhead approached to hold it with a bright smile.
Yelena stopped punching the bag for a moment, looking at Natasha with raised eyebrows. “I was in the zone. You wanna spar or something?” She offered as she took the opportunity to regain her breath.
The redhead nodded, "Absolutely, I've got some news, but if I win, you have to be the one to tell Kate." She beamed, teasing her sister at the playfully combative relationship she had with the young archer.
Yelena groaned. “Ugh, fine. But what’s the news?” She asked, going over to the sparring mat, feeling confident she was going to beat her sister as she cracked her knuckles in preparation.
"I'll tell you when we're done," the older Widow smirked and stretched herself, and then stood ready to spar.
“Okay fine, let’s get this over with.” She murmured and immediately went to tackle her to the ground, trying to pin her to the floor.
Natasha feigned surprise, letting Yelena think she had the upper hand before turning the tables on her, landing the redhead on top of the blonde. She seemed her victory by scribbling under Yelena's arms, "I wiiiin!"
Yelena shrieked with giggles and slammed her arms down against her sides. “NOHOHO NAHAHAT!” She cackled out, kicking and wriggling around.
"I win," The redhead repeated, smirking victoriously as she stood and then helped the younger ex-asssasin up, "Tony's sending you, me, Wanda and Kate on a trip," she spilled.
Yelena immediately groaned. “I’m good.” She replied, still laying on the mat. “I’d rather not have hot sauce for a month then have to get stuck in a small room with Kate Bishop for goodness knows how many hours.”
Natasha's face fell, "Oh." She then went back to her tactics of her old days as the older sister, "Well, I guess that means you won't get to see the autopilot fully loaded RV with fully stocked fridge and Jarvis chef mode and the five star hotel literally on the beach," she smirked and started to walk away, counting in her head from ten until Yelena changed her mind.
Yelena rolled her eyes, she wasn’t a little kid anymore so she knew Natasha’s tactics. She remained on the mat and folded her arms. “I’m not a little kid anymore, that stuff doesn’t work on me.”
Natasha bit her lip, "So..you really don't want to come on vacation with me?" She asked sadly, causing the blonde to sigh, not wanting to upset her sister.
“Fine, but only for you.” She murmured as she stood up and went to walk out of the gym.
Natasha smiled victoriously, "Thank you," she said softly, but full of joy as her heart rose. "You realize you have to tell Kate now!" She whispered as she hugged the blonde, "Unless, and I'm doing this only because you were nice enough to come with me, you want to formally invite Wanda and I'll ask Kate?"
Yelena just grunted and shrugged, shaking her head as she pulled away. “I will go and tell Bishop to pack her things.” She told her before heading up to Kate’s room. Natasha chuckled and nodded, heading in the direction of Wanda's room.
Kate was trying a new, harmless confetti trick arrow at the target at her door. The second Yelena knocked and cracked the door open, she was met with a load of confetti in her face. She sighed, trying to keep her cool.
“Anyway, I guess you’re coming on a trip with us so pack up your stuff.” Yelena told her, brushing off a bit of confetti which landed on her nose before going to her room to pack.
"Wait what??" The bubbly archer followed the stoic blonde, "You can't just open the door and tell me I'm coming on a trip? To where? With who? What do I need to pack? What trick arrows do I need?" She blabbered.
Yelena rolled her eyes and got her suitcase out. “Some place with a beach with Natasha and Wanda. No trick arrows needed.” She told Kate as she started sorting out her clothes.
"A beach?? A beach! Oh my gosh this is incredible. But oh no! I don't know if I brought swimsuits to the compound??" Kate sputtered frantically, running her fingers through her hair, "But I get to bond with you all! Oh my gosh!" Kate said and went to her room to put together a semblance of a suitcase.
Yelena just rolled her eyes and kept packing as she mentally prepared herself for whatever was about to happen.
Natasha knocked gently on Wanda's door, "Wands?" She called out quietly, she was met with a murmur from the young witch, who was curled up on the bed for the fourth day in a row.
Nat walked into her room, "Oh Wands," she said softly and sat next to her, "Rough week, this one?" She offered gently as she ran her fingers through the brunette's hair.
“Whoever you’re looking for, they’re not in here.” Wanda told Natasha, she had been feeling left out recently, so she had decided to just shut herself away from the world, and it didn’t seem that anyone had noticed until now.
"Oh Wanda, I'm so sorry I've been preoccupied and we've had so much happen." The redhead said, laying to face her, running her fingers through her hair and cuddling her gently, she bit her lip, "But I have good news, Tony is sending us on vacation," she whispered.
Wanda simply shrugged and curled up a little, assuming she meant that Natasha and Yelena were going away. “That’s nice, have fun.” She told her quietly.
Natasha shook her head and poked Wanda's tummy, "No silly, you, me, Kate and Yelena!" She said and then hugged her, her voice going soft and sad, "I feel like…I really need more time with you. And I think Kate could use more time with Yelena. We're all family now," she said definitively.
Wanda flinched a little, shrugging. “Well, you and Yelena have been through some stuff together so I’m sure you’ll appreciate the sisterly time.” She replied blankly. “I’m sure Kate will love you too.”
"No! Wanda..please," Nat begged, "This is for us. I specifically wanted to make sure you came. I know we'd just started to get close and then Yelena and I just reconnected. But I think we all need this. Please…for me? If not for you, please for me." She tried, hoping the few bonding moments they had were enough, "I'd love to help you pack.." she offered.
The young witch sighed, shrugging a little in response as she quickly gave in. “Fine. I’m only doing this because you want me to, but I’ll stay out of everyone’s way.” She told Nat as she turned over and used her magic to quickly pack up. “There, I’m ready.”
Natasha chuckled, "You're packed, but you're not ready," she smirked and then attacked Wanda in a tickle hug, crossing her arms in an X over her torso and scribbling into her ribs, "You're not staying out of everyone's way, either. You're gonna get right in on the fun or I'll tickle you to pieces!"
Wanda yelped in surprise and leaned forward, trying to hold back giggles as she pushed at Nat’s arms. “Nonono you won’t.” She told her as she bit her lip and kicked out.
The redhead responded simply by moving to sit on Wanda's arms and wiggling her fingers at her from above, "C'mon Wands, let loose, Aaaah Ticktickticktickle!" She cooed and skittered down her arms, armpits and into her ribs.
The young witch squealed in surprise and pulled at her arms, shaking her head as she broke into giggles the second Nat touched her ribs. “Nohoho Nat!”
The Widow simply smirked, "There's my Scarlet Smile," she winked and shook into her ribs rapidly, causing Wanda to cackle and kick out, eventually using her magic to get her arms free so she could shuffle away.
The redhead pouted playfully, "Cheater," she said, "But be sure to pack a bathing suit, we're being put up in a five star hotel on the beach and a state of the art autopilot RV to get there!"
Wanda shrugged. “I’m sure it’s in my case. But I’m not the best swimmer so you won’t have to see me in my bathing suit.” She replied simply, not knowing that her shirt rode up from all her squirming.
Natasha smirked, "I want to, besides," she leaned down and raspberried Wanda's tummy, "More opportunities to get you like this," she winked, causing Wanda to shriek in surprise, she let out more helpless giggles.
“Nohoho that’s not necessary!” She replied, shoving her shirt down as she let out a few more giggles.
Natasha hugged her, "I'm so glad you're coming," she said sincerely as she rocked the young witch in her arms. Wanda raised her eyebrows in response. “You realise you’re not going to see me much, right? Yelena and Kate will take all your attention.”
"You really believe that?" The redhead asked sadly, worried about how the trip would go now but hoping to bring them all together still.
Wanda just shrugged in response. “It’s ok though, I don’t mind. Change of scenery for me I guess.” She told Nat. “I’ll be here when you’re ready to go.”
Nat nodded, finally going to her own room to pack. Meanwhile Kate anxiously kept putting things in and taking them out of her bag. Her anxious thoughts yelled out of her brain. She wanted everyone to like her.
Nat was always nice, she worried she annoyed Wanda and she knew she somewhat annoyed Yelena but the blonde also kind of saved her life so she didn't know how to balance it all. She bit her lip, wanting to check on Yelena but then deciding to go knock on Wanda's door instead.
“Are you ready to go?” Wanda called out, thinking it was Natasha. She sat up with a sigh, looking at the suitcase which was ready to go.
"Heeey…Wanda..it's me," Kate said and gently opened the door, as she scratched the back of her neck, "I uh..I'm having some trouble packing," she admitted softly.
“Okay… what would you like me to do about it?” Wanda asked her, looking over at her with a blank expression.
Kate blushed slightly, "I just wanted to uh…I don't know I guess I'm nervous for the trip, I'm sorry to have bothered you Ms. Wanda," she turned and went to leave Wanda's room, "I'm really glad you're coming," she added with a friendly smile on the way out.
“Ms Wanda?” She asked with raised eyebrows. “And don’t be nervous, I’m sure Natasha will look after you and you’ll fit right into their little family.” She told her, laying back down on her bed.
Kate stopped, coming back in, "You're part of their family too aren't you?" She asked, confused. Wanda just chuckled and shook her head.
“I wish, I’ve been an outsider with no family for a while now, they all get ripped away from me.” Wanda told her simply with a casual shrug.
"Maybe this is the trip that can change that," Kate offered quietly, and then offered out her hand, "I never did formally introduce myself so let's reintroduce, I'm Kate Bishop, and I'd really like to be your friend. And if you deem me worthy, maybe even your family," she said in a quiet, gregarious voice.
“Wanda Maximoff…” she replied quietly and shook her hand, trying to smile. “You can try and be my friend, but most of them get hurt or killed so I’d be careful.”
"I'm resilient," Kate replied with a smile, "I can't wait to get to know you more on this trip,"
Just then, Nat finished her packing and went down the hall to collect everyone, knocking on Wanda's door first to find Kate and the witch together, "Oh good! You both ready?"
“Yeah, guess so.” Wanda replied quietly as she stood up and headed out of her room, dragging her suitcase with her as she headed to the front door.
Kate panicked and ran to pack the rest of her things quickly and ran down the hall without looking until she saw Yelena on her bed.
Yelena remained in her room, casually scrolling through her phone with a blank expression on her face with her suitcase next to the bed.
The young archer knocked on the door, again sidetracked, "Hey Yelena…so are you ready?" She asked hesitantly but jovially.
“Pretty much.” Yelena replied, sighing as she sat up and locked her phone, shoving it in one of her many pockets before standing up.
Nat helped Wanda with her bags and gave her a hug again as she walked with her to the exit of the complex, calling out to Kate and Yelena, "We're gonna start loading up!"
Yelena nodded. “Right… let’s get this over with.” She told Kate before heading down and meeting Natasha and Wanda downstairs.
Wanda silently went to the RV, opening the back of it and using her magic to put everyone’s bags in at once, before hopping in and sitting on the couch inside.
Kate quickly packed her bag and added a few things as Wanda's magic carried it away. Natasha bit her lip, getting settled in the RV and shooting Tony a text, "So do I just turn it on?"
Tony immediately texted back. ‘Yup. It already knows its destination, journey should take around 9 hours in total. Have fun!’
Yelena explored the RV, already finding somewhere quiet to get herself comfortable. She settled into that spot and went back on her phone.
Kate's eyes widened, "Woahhhh, this is so cool!" As she took a seat at the table in the RV and turned on the TV immediately.
Nat settled in shotgun but turned the chair around after pushing start. "Welcome to your vacation, Lady Avengers. Please enjoy this trip complimentary of Mr. Stark."
And then, the journey began.
Next chapter
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