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wonderjanga · 6 months ago

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regarding the post where every lantern corps wants billy as a member. What if billy vibes with dexstarr and the JL is super nervous hes gonna take a red lantern ring but hes just petting a kitty

Billy was going about his business as usual. As of now, he was bored, and he was sitting on the curb in front of his apartment complex watching two crackheads duke it out on the other side of the street. Miss Bambi was next to him smoking a cigarette and also watching. Suddenly, a strangely blue cat came out of nowhere.

Billy and Ms. Bambi: *watch the cat trot over*

Dexstarr: *meows and a red ring floats over to Billy*

Billy: “Oh, thank you, kitty!” *just shoves it in his pocket and just picks up Dexstarr and starts petting him*

Ms. Bambi: “Careful, bud. Try not to get scratched or bitten. Who knows what it could have.” *thinks this is just adorable*

Dexstarr: *stiff in Billy’s hold and letting himself be pet, honestly expecting the boy to have at least a little anger or sadness or at least something*

Billy: “I’ll go see the nice doctor guy and see if we can see why you’re blue, kitty. Then, I’ll get some money so we can get you some food!”

Dexstarr: *confused by the very sudden adoption*

Billy learned that Dexstarr was a pretty angry kitty. It scratches Billy sometimes and scratches other people a lot of times. Billy takes pride in the fact he gets scratched slightly less than other people. As for the ring the kitty gave him? He still hasn’t worn it yet. He’d moved it into his pocket dimension after it fell out of his pocket and he nearly left it in a gas station. It was probably safer there. Anyways, he’d honestly forgotten about it until one day he and Dexstarr were lounging on a roof in Fawcett. Billy then felt a small buzz from his pocket dimension, signally he got a notification from his comm. So he transformed, rightfully spooking the kitty.

Marvel: “Dex?” *trying to sound placating*

Dexstarr: *pulls out a bunch of energy constructs so he can attack Marvel*

Marvel: *dodging any attacks* “Dex! It’s me! Billy!”

The cat obviously didn’t listen seeing as that was a grown man, not the ten year old boy it’d been hanging out with for the past couple weeks.

Marvel: “Kitty, I have proof! Look!” *pulls out the ring from his pocket dimension* “Remember how you gave this to me?”

It took some more convincing despite the fact he had the ring. Thankfully, Dexstarr calmed down enough for it to allow Marvel to scratch under its chin just the way Billy knew it liked. Marvel put the ring back into the pocket dimension and sat down so he could keep scratching under its chin. He was finally able to look at the comm. Something about a meeting. Billy didn’t really want to leave Dexstarr alone, not to mention he wanted to familiarize the kitty with his Marvel form. So, he took it to the Watchtower.

He saw Hal when going to the meeting room.

Marvel: “Hey, Hal! Meet my cat, Dex!” *holds Dex up for Hal to see*

GL: *stares for a solid minute* “Is that Dexstarr?”

Marvel: “No, his name is Dexter.”

GL: “Uhm…” *looks over Dexstarr* “Nah… I’m pretty sure that’s Dexstarr.”

Marvel: “Nuh uh.”

GL: “Uh yuh huh. That’s a Red Lantern.”

Marvel: “Nah, he just looks like that.”

GL: “I- wha-” *takes a deep breath* “Cap, give me the cat.”

Marvel: “What? No, he’s my cat!” *holds Dexstarr up because he’s way taller than Hal*

GL: “Dude, no he isn’t!” *tries to reach before just flying to try and grab him*

They spent a solid five minutes of Marvel moving Dexstarr away from Hal while the Green Lantern tried to get the cat. Eventually, they got into what was basically a tug of war with the cat.

Marvel: “Defend yourself Dexstarr!”

Dexstarr: *vomits blood-plasma-acid on the floor*

Marvel: “Yeah!”

Dexstarr: *makes some super dangerous constructs with his ring to kill Hal*

Marvel: “NO!”

It took a lot to convince Dexstarr to not attack. Soon after that realization, they both also realized they were extremely late to the meeting. They both went in and sat down. The entire meeting consisted of Hal side eying him from where he sat next to Billy. He even did the ‘I got my eye on you’ sign. Billy didn’t even bother to be subtle with the way he stared back. His head was directly looking towards him as he rubbed under Dexstarr’s chin. Meanwhile, Flash, who sits on the other side of Marvel, is looking at the blue cat in Marvel’s lap in confusion. And Supes can smell a cat somewhere and he’s also confused.

Later after this, Hal gathered the other Green Lanterns and went to go confront him.

Marvel: *turns around in his chair, petting Dexter like the Godfather* “What can I help you gentlemen with.” *has the Red Lantern ring Dexstarr gave him on the hand petting the cat*

Billy doesn’t know why he was being so dramatic right now, but what he does know is that this ring doesn’t really do anything. Sure, he feels a little bit more irritable, but oh well. To be honest, he just feels like Billy. As for the blood thing and replacing of the heart, Billy is pretty sure Marvel doesn’t have either of those things. He’s just magic.

All three GL’s: *dramatic gasps when they see the ring*

Guy Gardner: “Hand over the cat, Cheese. He’s super dangerous.”

Marvel: *shrugs* “It was probably self defense.”

John Stewart: “That might be true, but that doesn’t change the fact.”

Marvel: “So? You think I’ll just hand over my son like that?”

Guy: “Your son?”

Marvel: “He’s practically my son.”

Hal: *shares a look with Guy and John* “…Right. Listen. Captain, if you don’t hand him over, we’ll have to take him by force.”

Marvel: *sounds distinctly colder than any of them had ever heard* “Do you really think you three could beat me?”

That’s how Marvel ended up getting 21 v 1’d and somehow ended up winning. As for where the other 19 people came from. They called in reinforcements from nearby sectors. Thats how badly they were getting beaten.

Moral of the story, bro really likes his cat-son. Ha. Catson. Billy Batson and Dexstarr Catson.

Marvel also holds Dex just like this because I say so.

#billy batson #shazam #dc captain marvel #captain marvel dc #fawcett city #fawcett #fawcett comics #Dex-Starr #dex starr

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lazysoulwriter · 24 days ago

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after hours- -pedro pascal. ── .✦

requested! thank you. content: fluff + smut, Pedro being a sweet boyfriend first and a menace second, emotional support + physical release, stressed out reader, soft dom!Pedro, oral (f receiving), comforting dirty talk, overstimulation, aftercare king

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You tried to be quiet. Really, you did.

You slipped out of bed like a whisper, wrapped his hoodie around yourself like a shield, and tiptoed to your laptop with nothing but anxiety and half a bag of M&Ms fueling your 2:43 AM breakdown.

Finals. Deadlines. Assignments. Group projects (that you were basically doing alone). The weight of it all sat on your shoulders like concrete.

You didn’t even notice him at first.

Not until a low, raspy voice broke through the sound of your keyboard.

“Baby…”

You froze.

Pedro stood in the doorway to the bedroom, hair messy, shirtless, one arm braced against the frame. Sleepy eyes, deep voice.

“You’re working?”

“…no.”

He raised a brow. “You wanna try that again without lying?”

You sighed, shoulders slumping. “I couldn’t sleep. There’s just… too much. I’ll rest when I finish this part, I swear.”

Pedro walked toward you, slow and barefoot, like you were a wild animal he didn’t want to spook. He stood behind your chair, hands on your shoulders, gently kneading.

“You are so hard on yourself,” he whispered, lips brushing the top of your head. “I hate seeing you like this.”

“I just need to push through—”

“No,” he cut you off, soft but firm. “You need to breathe. Come back to bed.”

You were about to protest again—until he slipped his hand under your hoodie and cupped your thigh, warm and possessive.

“You know what helps with stress?” he murmured in your ear. “Me. Helping you relax.”

You swallowed hard.

Ten minutes later, you were flat on your back, laptop forgotten, hoodie bunched around your waist. Pedro was between your thighs like he belonged there.

“Let me take care of it,” he said, voice low and loving. “Take care of you.”

His hands—big, warm, steady—held your legs open while he mouthed at your clit, slow and teasing. You whined, hips twitching, and he smiled into you.

“You’ve been so tense all week,” he whispered against your skin. “You need to let go, baby. You deserve this.”

Your fingers gripped the sheets. Your body burned. And Pedro…

Pedro worshipped.

He didn’t stop when you came once. Or twice. He just kissed your inner thigh, murmured “that’s my good girl,” and kept going until your legs shook and your eyes were glassy.

Only when you were breathless and limp did he finally crawl up next to you, pulling you into his arms.

“You’re not a machine,” he whispered, kissing your forehead. “You're my girl. And I love you too much to let you burn out.”

You nodded sleepily against his chest.

“…but also, if I fail this class, I’m blaming you.”

He chuckled, deep and soft. “That’s fair.”

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elleaitch22 · 2 months ago

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Terms of Endearment

Chapter 5: Under the Stars

Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Azzi Fudd

A/N: Sorry it's so late! Crazy work at week, and I'm super exhausted. I hope you love it though! Shoutout to Flau'jae though because her video with Paige is what kept me up so I could finish editing. Please disregard any errors lol. xx Elle

Warnings: Emotional abuse recovery, anxiety, and low self-worth

Word Count: 3.1k

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Paige had no idea why she was doing this. Not to say she wasn’t kind, but inviting someone you met four days ago into your life was a lot. Paige had done so much to ensure the happiness and safety of her family. Her life was carefully constructed so that everyone knew exactly what she wanted them to know.

Soleil babbled happily about hoping Ms. Fudd likes her dress and how her teacher looked like a princess.

The blonde decided the leave her suit jacket buttoned. She looked elegant. Poised. Controlled. Perfect. As soon as Jana had told Paige which dress Azzi had chosen, she knew this would be the suit that would complement the woman and her daughter perfectly.

She ran through plans in her head. There would be four extra security guards mingling with the masses tonight. Paige didn’t want Azzi to be spooked this early into their arrangement and back out. Soleil wouldn’t react well to someone else.

The photographers were Paige’s biggest concern. They were intense and invasive on a regular night – this was not a regular night.

This was not just a regular event – not with Azzi going.

Paige hated these nights, spending hours with people who pretended like they cared. Families who appeared to be happy and healthy, though the parents hadn’t been together for months. Women with incomplete smiles due to Botox and lip flips.

Paige tried to ignore her negative view of galas. She released a deep sigh. She would be charming, untouchable, and perfect.

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Azzi ran her hands down the front of the dress, her hands trembling slightly. The satin clung delicately, hugging her silhouette without revealing too much. She looked beautiful. Stunning, even. Her heart was racing, but not out of vanity.

The high neckline wrapped around her throat like a necklace. The halter dipped into a fully open back, cool air skating across bare skin. But it wasn’t the breeze that made her shiver, it was the thought of Paige’s hand resting there, cool and steady. Azzi gulped. Just the thought of the blonde’s touch sent sparks everywhere.

The dress shimmered between space and midnight, beginning in a purple so deep it was nearly black, then melting into a midnight blue. The perfect complement to the gala’s theme: Under the Stars. Her jewelry caught every glimmer of light, a soft clinking stack of diamond tennis bracelets, celestial starburst studs in both ears, silver rings across her hands. She was a star. She looked good enough to be seen with Paige Bueckers.

The Chicago Children’s Hospital Gala was the “perfect” event to launch their relationship. A family debut – Paige brought Soleil with her every year, and now Azzi would be on her arm. The image was comforting. Azzi was thankful the girl would be with them all night; she would be able to focus on her instead of her mother.

She wasn’t sure if she’d make it through a coherent sentence if Paige was touching her. Or if she looked at her with those perfect blue eyes. Or smiled that soft, half-smile Azzi saw at breakfast today.

Azzi smiled tightly, her hands wringing together anxiously.

You think she really wants to be seen with you? You’re pathetic. She’s just being nice. She’ll get bored. No one would really want to be seen with you.

She inhaled sharply and shut the voice down before it got louder. Not tonight. Not with Soleil waiting for her downstairs. Not with Paige—

“Ms. Fudd, you look like a pwincess!”

Azzi turned just in case to catch Soleil barreling into her arms.

“Thank you, Soleil. I don’t look as beautiful as you, though! You look like a fairy queen!” Azzi smiled, warmly. She wasn’t lying. Soleil’s dress was a perfect match — deep violet at the top, with layers of lilac tulle blooming below. Silver shoes. A tiny purse. A crown of silver stars in her hair.

Azzi knelt to be eye level with the girl, “Do you want to start calling me Azzi tonight?” She asked gently. “Just so it doesn’t feel weird. You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

The girl gasped in surprise before she threw herself into Azzi’s arms. “Yes, Azzi!”

The warmth in Azzi’s chest was just beginning to anchor her when a shadow fell over them.

She looked up — and froze.

Fix your face. Fix your face. Fix your face.

Azzi had grown up thinking she was straight. But moments like these, just confirmed that she didn’t know anything because Azzi Fudd was 100 percent attracted to women.

Paige stood in the entryway. An angel wrapped in sin. The navy suit was perfectly tailored, the cut perfect on her athletic frame. The lapels sparkled with dark gemstones, a constellation against the velvet. Her shirt was a darker silk, just open enough to show skin, and her necklace twinkled with every breath she took.

Azzi’s gaze trailed over her jawline, to the simple diamond studs, the handful of silver rings gleaming on her fingers — fingers Azzi had seen wrap around a whiskey glass, Soliel’s backpack, her own wrist once in a too-casual touch that left her dizzy for hours.

Blue met brown. Tension snapping between them. Azzi swallowed hard.

Paige’s voice, smooth as bourbon, cut through the silence. “Morgan’s waiting downstairs,” she said, offering her hand.

Azzi hesitated only a beat before slipping her fingers into Paige’s — warm, strong, steady, grounded. Her knees wobbled.

Paige didn’t miss it.

“You look nervous,” she murmured, leaning in just close enough for her breath to ghost over Azzi’s ear. “You’ll be fine. Just don’t flinch every time I touch you. And if it gets bad, if you get too uncomfortable, take Soleil to the kid area. No one will question it.”

She doesn’t love you. You’re convenient. You’re weak. You’re just something for her to dress up until she gets bored.

Azzi took a breath, slow and deep, forcing the voice back into the dark.

You’re not with him. Paige isn’t him. You deserve to feel good. You deserve to be seen.

She lifted her chin and looked Paige dead in the eye. “I can handle it.”

Paige’s smile was slow and dangerous. “I know you can.”

They walked toward the elevator, Soleil’s hand in Azzi’s, and Paige’s on her back. Azzi felt the silk of her dress shift against her skin, her pulse pounding with every step. Maybe tonight she would let herself be wanted. Touched. Seen.

And maybe, for once, she wouldn’t apologize for any of it.

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The ride to the venue was quiet at first. Soleil’s car seat sat in between the two women, talking to Morgan animatedly.

“I go to the ball,” She giggled. “Like a Cinderella, right Azzi?”

Azzi smiled gently, “Yes, just like her. You look like a princess too!”

Soleil gasped, turning to Paige. “Do you think they will like my dwess?”

Paige’s jaw dropped dramatically. “Of course they will! You look magical, Sunshine.”

Azzi was shocked, not expecting Paige to be animated on a night where she already seemed so tense.

The car came to a slow stop, but she didn’t notice until the car was bright with light. Azzi wasn’t sure when they got to the event or when they got to the step and repeat, but she hoped her face didn’t show the shock she felt.

The flashes were nearly unbearable. Azzi blinked through them, struggling to see, but keeping a small smile on her face. Thank God Paige was holing Soleil; her little face tucked in her neck, spared from the blinding lights. Paige hadn’t let go of her since she stepped out of the car. Azzi was calmed by the pressure on the small of her back. Paige’s hand was directional, protective, like she needed to keep her close.

Azzi released a breath she didn’t know she was holding when they stepped inside of the venue.

“You okay?” Paige asked as they sat. Her eyes shone with concern.

Azzi softly smiled, nodding, “Yes, I’m fine. I just didn’t know it would be so intense.”

“Now do you get it? Morgan and the apartment.” Azzi would never admit it, but the seemingly overbearing security measures made perfect sense.

A boy with full casts on one side was led to the stage. Azzi had to blink fast, swallowing hard as he spoke about his recovery.

Azzi felt eyes all over her.

They knew. They knew she didn’t belong with this wealthy crowd. She was gonna fuck up, and she’s only been at this event for like 30 minutes.

Azzi didn’t know when her leg started bouncing, but her whole body froze when Paige put her hand on her knee. The touch caused a little static before her brain went blank.

After the speeches were over, soft music started playing. Soleil looked to her mother happily, “We go dance now?”

Paige picked the girl out, making her way to the dance floor, spinning and rocking Soleil the entire way. Azzi remembered when she used to dance in the living room with her parents, before everything got all fucked up.

She was brought out of her spiral by small hands tapping her thigh. “Come on, Azzi! You can come too!”

Azzi’s brows rose. “To dance?”

Soleil gripped Azzi’s hand. Lip poking out, she begged, “Please.”

A pale hand was extended over Soleil’s head. Paige didn’t say anything, waiting for Azzi to accept their invitation.

With Soleil in between them, Azzi and Paige glided onto the floor.

Soleil giggled between her mom and her teacher. The three of them twirled slowly, content to ignore everything and everyone else in the building. Paige’s hand stayed on the small of her back, like she was reassuring Azzi that she belonged.

They had made it through four songs when Soleil started wiggling. “I wanna go to the awt station.”

“I’ll take her,” Azzi began. “You need to mingle.” She scooped the four-year-old and floated away to the children’s area.

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The Children’s Hospital had outdone themselves again. Paige was almost impressed with the way the ballroom had been transformed into a galaxy. Elegant chandeliers hung from the ceiling, the lights making their own constellations on the floor. Soft blue and purple lights created a galaxy across the walls. The tables had tasteful silver centerpieces, each a different constellation. There were harpists against the walls creating an ethereal atmosphere, the quiet instruments somehow audible over the chatter, laughter, and camera shutters.

Paige was used to this. It was her fourth year at the gala, coming since Soleil was a baby. Typically, she would mingle for a few minutes, take Soleil to the play spaces, and be left alone for the rest of the night.

But this year was different because of her.

Paige expected a lot of nerves tonight, but from Azzi, not herself. But when she saw Azzi, she felt her chest tighten a little more the longer she looked at her.

She looked good. Too good. Almost perfect. She looked like she was supposed to be with Paige and Soleil.

She saw all the men staring at her hungrily. She had to do something, touch her at least a little. So she did. And when she rested her hand on the small of Azzi’s back, she felt her tense.

It reminded Paige of her past. It reminded her of all the things she didn’t know about Azzi. The things she needed to learn. The lines she didn’t want to cross too soon.

Paige stood at the edge of the ballroom nursing a flute of champagne and listening to Graham Robinson drone on and on about the stock of his company. She glanced at Azzi and Soleil with envy. She hadn’t realized that having a partner meant that Azzi would get to go off with Soleil, and since finger painting didn’t require both women, Paige was stuck mingling for much longer than the thirty minutes she had prepared for.

People assumed that Paige was an emotionless robot, but she had wants. She had needs. When she was younger, she always assumed her kids would have two parents, but she knew Manny would not be good to Soleil, so she took care of it. She mashed down the desire to share a life with someone, but looking at the two of them together made all those feelings come rushing back in.

Unlike all the other women at the gala, Azzi was knelt on the floor, helping Soleil spread glue and glitter on the paper. She had a warm smile, giggling, and whispering to Soleil constantly.

It was almost impossible to stop Paige’s brain from wondering. Azzi was already so good with kids, all the girls seemed to like her, and Soleil was obsessed with her.

She watched as Azzi carefully picked up Soleil’s paper, taking it to their table with Soleil right by her side.

A perfect opportunity for Paige to exit this conversation.

“So sorry, Graham. It seems the family is ready to eat,” Paige maintained her controlled tone before turning and walking to the table. “What did you make, Sunshine.”

“Hi Mommy! I maked a glexy!” Paige smiled as she listened to her daughter start her soliloquy about the different planets and stars in the picture.

Her eyes drifted up, seeing Azzi completely focused on Soleil and her story.

That was when Paige made her decision. She was going to keep Azzi. She was going to do whatever she needed to make sure Azzi wanted to be hers, and she already knew that Azzi would be worth the wait.

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The condo was silent. Quiet enough that Azzi could hear the low hum of the air conditioning and the soft ticking of the click. She’d been frozen in the foyer of her new home for at least three minutes.

She slowly kicked her heels off, clutch already dropped in awe. This apartment is just – it made her heart skip a beat.

The foyer opened into an open, beautiful space. Massive windows let in moonlight, and Azzi could not wait to see the space in the morning. The wood was cool against her feet as she walked to see Lake Michigan. That would hurt. She had never been this high before; 59th floor, just under the penthouses. Azzi giggled at the celestial theme for the night as see saw a rippling moon and stars on the lake.

The white oak stretched across the living room, leading to a fireplace with a waterfall mantle. A large television blended wit the wall seamlessly. Her measly couch looked too small for the space; she’d get a new one after her first paycheck next week. She appreciated the openness of the space, large round table under a beautiful crystal chandelier.

The kitchen was beautiful, somewhere she could actually practice the recipes saved on her Pinterest board. Most of the cabinets were a warm cream color, but there was a white oak island – an honest to God island – that added more warmth to the space. Everything shined. White marble countertops so polished Azzi could see her face when she looked down. The stainless steel appliances were immaculate. Refrigerator filled?

The refrigerator opened with a soft hiss. Oat milk, sliced fruits, chopped vegetables, chicken sausage, the flip cup yogurts. Paige had gotten someone to stock her refrigerator. And they were her favorites, down to the brands.

Azzi didn’t know whether she should feel seen or scared.

She closed the fridge gently, turning towards the hallway. The first door led to a linen closet, while the next showcased a bold powder room. There were two bedrooms across from each other, the first a guest room and the second vacant.

After passing another empty bedroom, she made it to the last door. Her bedroom was beautiful. A new, bigger bed sat pushed against a paneled wall. Her eyes caught two doors, the first led to a giant bathroom with a deep bathtub and separate shower. The other door led to a closet. Instantly, Azzi knew that there were more clothes in the closet than she had this morning. There were new pajama sets, athletic sets, and even shoes. For the fifth time that night, Azzi’s jaw dropped.

She padded back out to the bedroom in a daze. A pink piece of paper rested on a thick book.

Pick whatever you want. It’s on me. – Paige

Beneath the short note was a smiley face, a rainbow, and a heart.

And an added Ice is an interior designer. She can help if you want

Azzi couldn’t remember she was allowed to make her space her own. Maybe high school? College? There were no requests. No rules. No ultimatums.

A cold feeling washed over Azzi. No one did this, was this nice, for free. Grant had showered her with gifts and promises, only to demand thanks with control, submission, and silence. Was Paige wanting the same things? Azzi tried to do the math in her head; this condo was probably worth four years of her salary.

She tried to talk herself down. Paige hadn’t touched her. She only pushed about things that should help her and keep her safe. She didn’t even flirt with her.

Later that night, after she showered, she laid in her bed hoping. Maybe Paige wasn’t expecting anything. Maybe she really did care.

She just didn’t know if she’d be able to wait to find out.

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Paige stared at the ceiling, lost in thought.

Azzi was perfect tonight. She talked with the other attendees, charming them with her passion for teaching. She spent the majority of her night with Soleil, doting on her and caring for her without a second thought. She made Paige want to leave the party and just go talk somewhere. Paige hadn’t felt anything like that since middle school.

She wanted to slow down. To learn the doe eyed brunette better than anyone ever could. She needed to know her. She needed to know what would make her choose to stay with her.

Paige wanted Azzi to fall for her. Not because of obligation. Not because of Soleil. Not because Paige had spoiled her so far.

She wanted her to look at Paige one day and realize that she had chosen her, just like Paige had.

Paige pulled off her rings, washed her face, and thought.

She needed to find a way to get to know her. She needed to show her that she was warm, kind, goofy, and caring under the mask she put on for the rest of the world.

She needed Azzi to know that she would show up for her. She would wait, listen, protect, do anything she needed for her.

Tomorrow, she would ask her to come to dinner in the penthouse. Maybe she could entice her to talk over dessert after she put Soleil to bed. Maybe Soleil could have a sleepover with KK.

Yes.

She sent two messages.

Wanna have a sleepover with Lei tomorrow?

And another to Ice.

Can you help Azzi with styling her place tomorrow? Lmk best time pls&thx.

#paige bueckers #azzi fudd #pazzi fics #pazzi #paige x azzi #dallas wings #uconn wbb #wnba

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alexzeaqua · 2 years ago

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And now, here they are!

The most daredevil group of daffy drivers to ever whirl their wheels in the Wacky Races! Competing for the title of world's wackiest racer!

The cars are approaching to the starting line...

First is the Turbo Ocean, driven by Octodad.

Next is Shovel Knight and The Knight in the Shield Wagon.

Maneuvering for position is the Pizza Surplus Special.

Right behind is the Angry Birds, in their Egg-Bird Bomb.

And here's ingenious inventor, Engineer in his Convert-a-Sentry.

Oh and here's the lovely Ms. Chalice, the glamour gal of the gas pedal.

Next we have the Dynamite Mobile with the dynamite duos, Anton and Annie.

Lurching along is the Creepy Spook with Spooky and Golden Freddy.

And right on their tail is Annalynn.

And here's the Celeste Mt. Chugga-Bug with Theo and Madeline.

Sneaking along the last is the Bone Machine with those double dealing do-badders, Papyrus and Sans.

And even now they're up some dirty trick, and they're off! ....To a standing start. And why not? They're been chained to a post by shifty Papyrus, who shifts into the wrong gear.

And awaaayyyy they go! On a way-out, Wacky Races!

(edit 7/23/24: my dumbass thought if tf2 and angry birds were both indie games, but not anymore lol........ ALSO THANK YOU FOR 1000+ NOTES YALL, OH MAH LORD!!!1!)

#art #wacky races #crossover #undertale #antonblast #spooky's jumpscare mansion #fnaf #team fortress 2 #annalynn #cuphead #pizza tower #angry birds #celeste game #octodad #shovel knight #hollow knight

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In an “everybody lives” au I think Sammie should start to see and hear the spirits the more he uses his power. At first it’s just flashes when he’s singing but then he starts to see them in his daily life.

The twins figure out that their own dad must have been a griot because they saw him flinch and talk to things no one else could see the same way, but he was driven to madness and drank it away. Sammie luckily has Annie to guide him through it and learns which spirits are benign and how to ward away the malevolent ones.

If Remmick is dead, then Sammie gets to see him come to dance, finally at peace with his own people.

If Remmick is alive and playing nice outside the juke joint (drooling over the idea of being near Sammie), then the spirits seriously spook Sammie, giving him vague messages of danger and doom to come.

Sammie finally corners one spirit and focuses all his power on it to get answers. The spirit tells him that Remmick still has plans to kill and turn them all, but there is a way to bind him.

He and Annie use the spirit’s instructions to inlay a silver chain in a leather collar and a rope hanging from it with 13 knots. (And Annie is SO pumped to be learning ancient magicks from her African ancestors, she’s geeking out but being really cool about it)

So now they need to get the collar on Remmick. Annie already tried to get magic bags on him but he wouldn’t allow it. Sammie of course knows that Remmick would bend over backwards to do what he asks, so he gets him alone, he kind of blurts out “I’ve never been with a man before” which of course Remmick JUMPS on, one thing leads to another and they’re making out nasty style. Sammie forgets his whole plan until Remmick starts sucking on his neck and then he can act all offended until Remmick is begging to be trusted. Sammie tells him he had a plan already and that the spirits helped him make a magic collar that would temporarily neutralize his bite. Remmick is so blue balled after only like 5 minutes of kissing that he agrees to put it on and doesn’t even look at it first.

When the collar goes on it LOCKS. Remmick can feel the silver and he starts to panic and angrily reaches out to attack Sammie. He’s stopped by the appearance of spirits with masks surrounding him (think Princess and the Frog) and telling him that he is now bound to Sammie, forced to follow his every command and unable to harm him or allow harm to come to him.

However, there is a way out. Each of the 13 knots on the rope is imbued with magic that Remmick can use to fulfill a wish, all a person has to do is blow on one to unknot it and release the power. (Did anyone read Fablehaven as a kid? That’s where this idea is from)

So now Remmick is basically Sammie’s slave and neither of them are exactly happy about it, but Remmick is at least going to enjoy himself as much as he can. He is, however, constantly obsessed with trying to unknot the rope with his hands and teeth until he bleeds so he’s extra gross and creepy now.

So the gang gets together and swears not to release any knots but Remmick makes some great offers. Sammie you’re already the world’s greatest blues singer but wouldn’t you like to go anywhere freely? Get any gig you want? Mr. and Mrs. Chow, your daughter has so much potential, I could get her any of the finest schools. Ms. Pearline don’t you want your husband to love you again? Ms. Mary and Mr. Stack I could make every eye that looks at you raceblind, no one would see a problem with your relationship again. And Mr. Smoke I could get you all the money you could ever desire…or…maybe I could bring your daughter back……

Remmick gets an immediate punch to the nose and isn’t allowed to talk after that.

The gang walks away set on not undoing ANY knots because they know if they do, his first victim will be Sammie……..however…..

Things go awry much in the same order as the movie:

Remmick finds a white couple and fulfills their wish for a baby.

Mary breaks first in the group and wishes for people to be raceblind to her.

Then Stack gets shot (by the klan maybe?) and while he’s dying Smoke wishes to save his life.

Cornbread wasn’t made aware of the issue and gets tricked into undoing a knot.

They try to keep a closer eye on Remmick after that, but a random drunk undoes a knot.

Then Bo

Then Grace

Then Annie

Then Slim

Then Pearline

Then Stack

Then Sammie

One knot left….covered in blood and drool from Remmicks’s incessant chewing…………

And that’s all I got goodnight folks!!!!! Feel free to take anything you’d like for yourself, I’m incapable of writing my own fics so this idea is free use

#This was supposed to be short but it really got away from me #Sinners #sinners 2025 #Remmick #Sammie moore #sammick #bound Remmick au #Remmick gets knotted au heh heh heh (not omegaverse)#Seriously did anyone else read fablehaven #Remmick is so Muriel coded #Fic #fav #Bound au

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The buzzing of the visitation door sliced through the low hum of the correctional facility. Jey sauntered in, his usual swagger subdued by a focused intensity that mirrored the grim surroundings. He nodded curtly at the guard before his gaze locked onto Jimmy, seated at the familiar metal table.

He sat at the table, crossing his arms on the table. He scrunched his eyebrow giving Jimmy a pointed look, "What up uce"

Jimmy nodded before he began, his voice lower than usual. "Got that info you wanted."

Jey's dark eyes narrowed, a flicker of something akin to anticipation flashed within them. "What'chu got?"

"She been layin' low out in Philly." Jimmy leaned forward, his elbows on the table. "Changed her name. New life, the whole nine. Like she vanished." He paused, his gaze direct. "What'chu want me to do bout that?."

A muscle ticked in Jey's jaw. He stared out the window for a long moment, the barbed wire a stark frame against the muted sky. "Nothing. Not yet. Just keep tabs. I wanna know where she is when I get out." The possessiveness Evren had glimpsed during her visit was now a palpable force, edged with years of simmering resentment. "Don't go near her, don't spook her."

The shift in topic was unspoken, a silent understanding passing between the brothers. "Appreciate you handlin' that situation, f'me," Jey said, his voice low and sincere, though he tried to inject a casual tone.

A grin tugged at the corner of Jimmy's lips, a flash of his easygoing self. "Man, you must really be feelin' this nurse of yours, huh? Got me out here throwin' hands for her. Next thing you know, I'll be bringin' her lunch or something." He chuckled.

Jey tried to suppress the upward curve of his lips, a rare softening in his features. "Just lookin' out for a friend." He glanced at the guard signaling the end of the visit. "I'll hit'chu later, keep me in the loop."

As he was led away, Jey was left with a turbulent mix of emotions - a grim satisfaction at knowing Kehlani was found, a gnawing impatience for his release.

The automatic doors of the hospital hissed open, and Evren stepped inside, the familiar scent of antiseptic doing little to soothe the knot of anxiety in her stomach. She placed her things in the locker assigned to her. As she made her way out of the lounge, Liv - another nurse - gave her a sympathetic nod. Evren offered a weak smile in return before continuing towards Mrs. McMahon's office, the HR representative's neutral smile doing little to inspire confidence.

"Ms. Smith, thank you for coming in," Mrs. McMahon said, gesturing to a chair. Her tone was polite, professional, and utterly devoid of empathy. "Regarding your allegations against Dr. Rhodes."

Evren sat, her palms damp. "Yes?"

"Dr. Rhodes has vehemently denied any and all allegations of sexual misconduct," Mrs. McMahon stated, her gaze unwavering. "In the absence of any corroborating evidence, the hospital is unable to proceed with disciplinary action at this time."

A wave of disbelief washed over Evren. "So that's it? His word against mine?"

"The hospital takes all allegations seriously, Ms. Smith," Mrs. McMahon continued, her voice carefully measured. "However, without proof..." She trailed off, the unspoken reality hanging heavy in the air. Dr. Rhodes's family's significant donations to the hospital spoke volumes.

"So, because his family is wealthy, he can just get away with this?" Evren's voice trembled slightly. "He touched me inappropriately, Mrs. McMahon."

"I understand your distress, Ms. Smith. Yes, Dr. Rhodes family has donated a significant amount to the hospital, it doesn't play a factor in this." Mrs. McMahon said, her tone softening slightly, though her stance remained firm. "But without further evidence, our hands are tied."

Evren left the office feeling a cold dread settle in her chest. It wasn't just that Dr. Rhodes was denying it; it was the palpable sense that the hospital was siding with him. Evren nodded, her heart felt heavy with dread as she walked out of Mrs. McMahon's office.

Back at the nurses' station, Zahria, Bianca, and Jade immediately noticed the cloud hanging over Evren. "Hey, you okay?" Zahria asked, her brow furrowed, her pen hovering over a patient chart.

Evren's carefully constructed composure crumbled. "They're not going to do anything." Tears welled in her eyes as she recounted the meeting with Mrs. McMahon, her voice thick with emotion. "He just... he denied everything. And she basically said without evidence, there's nothing they can do."

Zahria's jaw tightened. "Are you serious? That's bullshit, Ren! His word against yours? What about the power dynamic here? He's a whole attending physician!"

Bianca, usually the quieter one, chimed in, her voice laced with anger. "This is exactly what I hate about this place. Money talks, and the rest of us just have to deal with it. That perverted fuck probably thinks he's untouchable."

Jade placed a comforting hand on Evren's arm. "Oh, honey. I'm so sorry. That's fucked up, what they're doing." She looked at Zahria and Bianca. "We have to do something, right? We can't just let this slide."

Evren shook her head, a broken sigh escaping her lips. "What can we do? It's HR. They're basically there to protect the hospital, not us little people."

"But this isn't right," Zahria spat out, her face scrunched up in anger. "He touched you, Evren. It wasn't just a mistake. And they're acting like it's nothing."

Bianca pulled Evren into a hug. "We believe you, Evren. We know you wouldn't make something like this up."

Jade nodded fiercely. "Absolutely. His poor ass excuse of a man has probably done this before. They just sweep it under the rug."

"Maybe we should all go to HR together?" Zahria suggested, though her voice lacked conviction. "Strength in numbers, right?"

Evren pulled back from Bianca, wiping her eyes. "I don't know. Mrs. McMahon seemed pretty clear. And honestly, after that meeting, I just feel defeated. I just want to forget about it and move on". To the dismay of the girls, she got up, trying to find motivation to continue the day.

As the day wore on, the subtle shifts in the atmosphere became impossible to ignore. The hushed whispers that ceased abruptly as she approached, the lingering gazes filled with a mixture of curiosity and judgment – the hospital rumor mill was churning. Evren felt like she had a scarlet letter emblazoned on her chest.

Later, as Evren was retrieving supplies from a storage room, the door clicked shut behind her. She turned to find Dr. Rhodes leaning against the frame, a smug look on his face.

"Nurse Smith," he drawled, his voice dripping with condescension. "Trying to stir up trouble, are we?" he walked over, backing her into the cold metal shelves.

Fear coiled in Evren's stomach. "Please let me leave."

He chuckled, a low, unpleasant sound. "You really thought they'd believe you? This is my hospital. A nobody like you stands no chance." He took a step closer, a hand placed on her waist. "You need to learn your place, Evren. Before I decide to make things more difficult for you. A word to the board about your 'unprofessional conduct' and your license could disappear." He slid a hand down her waist, his touch sending a shiver of revulsion through her. Before his hand could settle on her backside, Evren sidestepped him, her heart pounding in her chest. She didn't say a word, just wrenched the door open and fled.

She didn't tell Zahria or the others what had just happened. The fear of not being believed, of further retaliation, kept her silent. The rest of her shift was a blur of forced smiles and shallow breaths. Working on a case with Dr. Rhodes in the OR felt like a cruel twist of the knife. His snide remarks, thinly veiled as professional observations, were constant reminders of his power. Evren clung to her professionalism, focusing solely on the task at hand, scrubbing out the moment the surgery was over, desperate to escape his presence.

Back in the confines of the correctional facility, Josh was killing time in the common area, the monotonous drone of television a familiar backdrop. A guard's voice cut through the noise. "Fatu, you got a visitor."

Josh frowned, a flicker of confusion crossing his face. Visits wasn't something he usually gets. He followed the guard, noticing they were heading towards the private visitation rooms. Must be her, he thought.

He entered the small room to find his lawyer, Kayla Braxton, already seated, a wry smile playing on her lips. "Well, it's nice to see you too, Mr. Fatu," she quipped, her eyes twinkling. "Though under slightly less restrictive circumstances would have been preferable."

Josh simply sat down, his eyebrows furrowed in a silent question.

Kayla leaned forward, placing a slim file on the table. "Your appeal for a retrial... it went through."

A beat of silence. Josh's expression remained carefully neutral, but a subtle stillness settled over him, a barely perceptible release of tension. "And?"

"And," Kayla continued, "the wheels of justice, as they say, turn slowly. Don't expect anything to happen overnight. We're looking at months, possibly longer, before a new trial date is set."

They discussed the legal complexities, the potential strategies, the long and uncertain road ahead. Despite the daunting timeline, a sliver of hope had been ignited within Josh.

Later that evening, the aroma of sizzling steak filled Evren's small apartment. As she flipped the meat in the pan, the familiar beeping of her phone's video call ringtone echoed through the room. Josh. A nervous flutter erupted in her stomach.

She wiped her hands on a towel and answered, waiting for the connection to stabilize. When Josh's face filled the screen, a wave of warmth washed over her. The starkness of his surroundings only seemed to highlight the intricate tattoos that flexed across his arms as he crossed them.

"Hey, ma," Josh's voice, rough yet familiar, filled her kitchen. "How was yo' day?"

Evren forced a small smile. "It was okay. Long." She hesitated, the encounter with Dr. Rhodes still raw. She couldn't bring herself to tell him. Not yet. Josh listening as she recounted her day. "HR told me the hospital isn't gonna pursue the investigation."

Josh's brow furrowed, his easygoing demeanor vanishing. "Bullshit. They ain't gon' do nothin'?"

"It seems that way," Evren sighed, trying to sound resigned. "It's fine, I'll figure it out."

"You want me to do somethin' bout it?" Josh's eyes held a familiar intensity. "just give me the word, ma"

Evren shook her head quickly. "No, no. It's okay, Josh. Really. I'll handle it." The thought of Josh's actions was still vivid. She didn't want to escalate things further.

She shifted the conversation. "How was your day?"

A subtle shift softened Josh's features. "It was ok. I met with my lawyer today."

"Oh?" Evren's interest piqued. "Was it good news"

"My appeal went through. Got a retrial comin'."

A genuine smile bloomed on Evren's face. "That's great news! I'm happy to hear that. You don't deserve to be locked up because somebody lied on you."

Josh's gaze softened, a rare vulnerability in his eyes. "Yeah," he murmured, his voice low. "Maybe you're right, ma. Maybe you're right." He looked at her, a silent acknowledgment of the unexpected hope they now shared, a fragile light in the darkness that surrounded them both.

"So does that mean you could get out early?" A hint of hopefulness, laced in her voice as she began mashing the potatoes with a little more force than necessary. The clinking of the utensil against the ceramic bowl filled the brief silence.

Josh sighed, the sound carrying a weight of weary resignation. He rubbed a hand down his face. "Not necessarily, ma. They gotta go back through everything. Get new statements, look at evidence again, it ain't gon' be a fast process." He saw a flicker of sadness, momentarily dim her eyes, and his voice softened. "But once they do all that. I'm free. Cause I know I ain't do none of what she said." He offered her a small, reassuring smile through the screen.

His attempt at comfort seemed to work, the shadow in her eyes receding as a faint, genuine smile spread across her face. "You sound confident, huh?" she said, her tone bit lighter.

He leaned back in his chair, the movement causing the fabric of his white shirt to stretch across his broad shoulders. His arms crossed over his chest, drawing Evren's gaze momentarily to the impressive curve of his biceps before she quickly flicked her eyes back up to meet his warm brown ones. A slow, knowing smirk graced his lips. "Just motivated. I got someone to come home to." He slightly tilted his head, his gaze holding hers through the digital divide, a silent intimacy passing between them.

Evren felt the familiar flush of heat creep up her neck and bloom on her cheeks. She quickly busied herself with the mashed potatoes, stirring them with unnecessary intensity. "So," she said, a little too quickly, changing the subject, "when you do get out, what's the very first thing you want to do? I know you mentioned you like to travel. Is there anywhere specific you're dreaming of going?"

He fell silent for a minute, his gaze drifting off-screen as if he were already picturing distant horizons. A thoughtful expression settled over his features before he finally replied, his voice a low murmur, "Somewhere tropical. I'm an islander it's in my blood, y'know?" A faint smile touched his lips again, a hint of longing in his eyes.

Evren nodded, a small, understanding smile mirroring his. She mentally tucked away this piece of information, a little seed of a future fantasy taking root. She continued to chat with him as she finished cooking the rest of their virtual meal, turning the camera to proudly display the finished steak, mashed potatoes, and asparagus.

"Damn, ma," he said, his eyes widening slightly, a genuine appreciation in his voice. "That looks good as fuck."

Evren beamed at the compliment, a warmth spreading through her chest. "You gonna cook f'me when I'm out?" he teased, playfully raising an eyebrow.

"I like to cook," she replied, her gaze softening as she looked at his image on the screen. "So of course. Whatever you want." The unspoken promise hung in the air between them, a thread of hope connecting their separate worlds.

They talked for a while longer, about mundane things that felt monumental in their shared anticipation of a future. Evren recounted a funny story about a demanding patient, and Jey chuckled, a deep rumble that vibrated through the phone. He told her about the bland prison food, making her wrinkle her nose in mock disgust. The ease between them was a balm, a stark contrast to the pressures each faced in their separate worlds.

"Fatu, time to wrap it up!" a guard's voice boomed, cutting through their conversation.

Jey sighed, a hint of frustration clouding his features. "Looks like that's my cue, ma. I'll holler at you tomorrow."

"Be safe," Evren said, her voice soft, a silent plea hanging in the air.

"Always," Jey replied, offering a quick, reassuring nod before the screen went black.

Jey handed the phone back to the guard, his earlier sense of lightness slowly dissipating. He ambled back to the common area, the low murmur of conversations and the muted glow of the television a familiar backdrop. Sami, Xavier, and Kofi were huddled around a table, playing cards. He slid into an empty chair, grabbing a handful of chips from Sami's bag.

"Rough day?" Kofi asked, eyeing him.

Jey just grunted, focusing on the game. He felt a restless energy buzzing beneath his skin, a leftover current from the conversation with Evren, and the grim reality of his surroundings.

Suddenly, a shadow fell over the table. Jey didn't need to look up to know who it was. Bron. His shoulders tensed.

"Well, well, if it ain't Mr. Appeal," Bron drawled, his voice laced with sneering sarcasm. "Heard you thinkin' you're special, gonna walk out of here like you ain't stained."

Jey kept his eyes on the cards, his jaw tight. "Walk away, Bron. Ain't got time for yo' bullshit."

"Lucky for you, I don't give a damn," Bron chuckled, stepping closer, his presence looming. "Everyone here knows you're all talk, Jey. Just a big fish in a kiddie pool, ain't ya? Probably gonna go cry to your mama when things get real."

That did it. The insinuation, the challenge to his composure, snapped the thin thread of Jey's control. He surged to his feet, overturning the table with a crash that sent cards and chips scattering. His eyes, dark and lethal, locked onto Bron.

"I'm warnin' you," Jey snarled, his voice low and dangerous. Bron just smirked, a flicker of fear in his eyes quickly replaced by a defiant sneer.

"What, you gonna throw a tantrum, Fatu? Show everyone how much of a bitch you really are, huh?"

Jey didn't answer. He lunged, a blur of controlled fury. His fist connected with Bron's jaw, a sickening crunch echoing in the sudden silence of the common area. Bron staggered back, spitting blood, his eyes wide with shock. Jey was on him in an instant, a primal roar tearing from his throat. He rained down blows, a whirlwind of fists and elbows, driven by years of suppressed rage and the blatant disrespect. Bron tried to fight back, but Jey was a force of nature, his movements swift and brutal. He slammed Bron against the wall, his grip like iron on Bron's throat, pounding him relentlessly until Bron's body went limp, sliding down the wall.

"Fatu! Break it up!" Guards swarmed in, shouting, pulling at Jey's arms. It took five of them, straining and grunting, to tear him away from Bron's unconscious form. Bron lay in a crumpled heap, blood oozing from a gash above his eye, his breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps.

The white lights of Deputy Calloway's office were blinding. Jey sat across from him, shoulders still heaving slightly, knuckles throbbing. Deputy Calloway, a man whose face seemed permanently etched with the weariness of years spent managing difficult men, stared at him over steepled fingers.

"Fatu," Deputy Calloway began, his voice devoid of emotion. "You know why you're here."

Jey remained silent, his gaze fixed on a scuff mark on the floor.

"Bron is in the infirmary. Couple of cracked ribs, concussion, nasty laceration. He'll live," Calloway stated, a pause for effect. "But that's not the point, is it? You've got an appeal pending, a chance to actually get out of here. And you pull this?"

Jey clenched his jaw. "He should've stayed the fuck from round me."

Deputy Calloway scoffed. "Doesn't matter who started it, Fatu. It matters who finished it. And you finished it. Violently." He leaned forward, his voice dropping slightly. "This is a serious setback. The board isn't going to look kindly on this." He pushed a disciplinary report across the desk. "Two weeks. The hole. Effective immediately."

Jey's head snapped up, a flicker of disbelief in his eyes. Two weeks. Solitary. Just when hope had finally started to bloom.

"Get him out of here," Deputy Calloway said, waving a hand at the guards by the door.

The walk to the disciplinary block was silent, the air heavy with Jey's grim realization. Each step was a step further away from the light Evren had brought, deeper into the crushing solitude of his incarceration. The steel door of the solitary confinement cell clanged shut behind him, the sound echoing in the suffocating darkness, a stark, brutal end to the day that had promised so much.

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ms beard's Fucking Predicament gets funnier and funnier the longer I think about it. what if you were painting your house and your former student who accidentally shot out your eye with an eraser and his weird boyfriend showed up to your house and you let them in and your former student has a full breakdown in front of you while drinking hot tea (not iced tea because you were written by a man born in maine) and clearly has some kind of catharsis seeing that you're living your best life and THEN you learn that your boss got beaten to death and your former student's weird boyfriend holds up a fucking GUN and yells at your dog and takes you hostage to a diner? and your former student is talking to him like he's a spooked horse and then weird boyfriend guy SHOOTS A WOMAN in front of you and you're panicking and then he aims the gun at YOU and hits your former student instead and then they almost KISS and then he goes out and commits suicide by cop after making some weird speech about a giraffe. and you're wearing OVERALLS the WHOLE TIME.

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Baby I Got You

Aye back with a @babytakeittothehead gif. Cause of course.

Anon Request: i need a melissa with like.. young child fic rn !!!!!!!!!!! preferably where shes the mom it would heal something inside of me omfg.

Summary: Melissa has a missing piece. Something in her heart that just seems to be lost to the wind. But after Na'Zyra ends up at her door something clicks into place.

Ps: Mother's Day is hard so I made this to heal a little something in me too.

Warnings: Talk about foster care/adoption

Pairing: Melissa Schemmenti x Original Character

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After breaking up with Gary there had been something missing from Melissa’s life. After a slew of hook ups she knew that it wasn’t men… or women. She was still bisexual, that was for sure, but a relationship couldn’t fill this hole in her heart. Not when that meant giving away a little piece of her to someone who only wanted to get in her pants. She wanted someone that she could care for, that would love her no matter what, that would want her exactly as she was. She had always wanted to be a mom but with menopause already way past knocking at her door she knew a biological one was out of the picture. So she had spent the last year trying to become a foster parent.

She was approved for newborns all the way up to teenagers but on the last day of the school year it was Na’Zyra who had just turned five years old that had showed up at her door. With dark skin and light brown eyes Melissa swore she could have been a replica of young Barbara. She loved her immediately and knew that she was going to do her best to make Na’Zyra’s life better for whatever time they got to spend together.

The first couple of weeks had been rough which was to be expected but Melissa had taken it with a strength she didn’t know she had. Na’Zyra had not taken to Melissa easily, often screaming that she wanted her mother and crying after every visit when Melissa came to pick her up. Refusing to let Melissa buy anything for her or even come closer to her. The little girl was determined that she would be home with her mom soon. But then the visits with Na’Zyra’s mom faltered and then seemed to stop completely. It was like her mother had disappeared without a trace. Melissa had even given in and allowed Na’Zyra to call her mom a handful of times but there had been no response. It had taken everything in the redhead not to hunt down the mother and shake some sense into her. But instead, she had stayed at home with the young girl crying in her lap.

At first it had started with Na’Zyra on the opposite end of the couch Princess and the Frog on the TV silently crying over Tiana and Eudora’s relationship. She looked at Melissa eyes red with tears and whispered, “Why doesn’t my Mom love me anymore?”

It broke Mel’s heart, but she stayed on her designated spot, not wanting to spook the girl away, “I don’t know hon’ but I do know that I love you.”

“But I am mean to you,” The young girl protested.

“We all get a lil mean sometimes but that doesn’t mean I don’t love you or care about you,” Melissa insisted.

“My mom was always mean to me,” Na’Zyra admitted shyly, “If she gone who I got left Ms. Melissa?”

“You got me and I promise I ain’t gonna leave you sweetheart. Ever.”

With that Na’Zyra launched herself across the couch into Melissa’s waiting arms. The older woman pulled the little girl in close rocking her back and forth while Na’Zyra cried and cried. She kissed her gently on the forehead singing You Are My Sunshine until Na’Zyra was asleep in her arms. Later that night Melissa carried her up to her room and when she went to tuck her in Na’Zyra clung to her shirt. Like if she let go for even a moment Melissa would disappear before her eyes. So Melissa had curled up in bed next to her and when she was sure Na’Zyra was asleep she let her tears fall. Heart breaking for this amazing little girl lying next to her who wondered at this young age why she would never be good enough.

The next morning Na’Zyra had woken Melissa up with a gentle shake, “You snore in your sleep.” Melissa laughed and went to get out the bed but Na’Zyra stopped her, “You think maybe you could make those chocolate pancakes? Those are my favorite.”

“Absolutely sweetheart,” Melissa replied and kissed her on the forehead.

Na’Zyra didn’t pull away only smiled and went to get dressed for the day. That was when the whole relationship began to shift.

Na’Zyra allowed Melissa to take her to the store to buy new clothes, stuff for her room, and toys to fill an old wooden chest that had once been Melissa’s childhood toy bin. The room redecoration was kept secret from the little girl until it was completed, when she had been at a summer camp for the day. Melissa had recruited Barb and Gerald to paint Na’Zyra’s room. She had chosen a dark purple and green, exactly like Princess and the Frog, with matching posters and signs to hang on the wall. There was a galaxy canopy that hung around the sides of her bed with fairy lights strung across the ceiling. A purple rug was underneath a small vanity that Barbara had donated from her daughter’s old room. It was full of various kids makeup for the young girl to try. In another part of the room was a small bookshelf filled with an assortment of storybooks that Na’Zyra had Melissa read to her every night. A large stuffed animal zoo was shoved full to the brim with different squishamallows of various sizes and designs.

Melissa had been too nervous to watch Na’Zyra take in the new room, so she had waited in the kitchen while Barbara had gone up the stairs with a phone in hand to film it all. Mel heard the shrill scream of excitement before the pounding of feet on the stairs. Na’Zyra threw herself into the red head’s arm still bouncing up and down with excitement.

“I love it Ms. Melissa! I love it!” She screamed before pulling Melissa back up the stairs to show her all of the things she liked the best. Which turned out to be everything.

That first night after Na’Zyra was tucked in her brand new pajamas in her brand new sheets and Melissa had read from her brand new Peter Rabbit book the older woman had given her a kiss on the forehead and headed towards her own bed. As she got to the door, Na’Zyra had called out with a wobbly voice, “Can you sleep with me tonight?”

“Of course my love,” Mel replied crawling in next to Na’Zyra and with one hand rubbing the young girl’s back they fell into a sound sleep.

By the time summer began to bleed away into a brand new school year Na’Zyra had met all of the Abbott crew and loved all of them. Barbara had taken a liking to her instantly and took her to get her nails done and to church events that had fun stuff for her to try. Gregory had met her when Melissa had decided to start a garden in the backyard and Na’Zyra had asked to help only getting slightly frustrated when dirt ended up staining her new pink dress. Mr. Johnson had been the savior that day, making sure the dress came back looking like new. (He had tried to clean it but had made it ten times worse so he had bought her a brand new one but he refused to tell a soul). Janine and Jacob had taken Na’Zyra to the local arcade when Melissa needed to get some final classroom prep done. They filled her full of soda, pizza, and all of them came back sporting a handful of ridiculous prizes from the tickets they had collected. Even Ava had bonded with Na’Zyra, taking her shoe shopping and to get a brand new backpack she swore would make everyone else jealous.

Melissa had taken Na’Zyra shopping for school supplies one day. They picked out a variety of silly pens, colorful binders, a variety of erasers, and markers galore. Even notebooks that had cats and dogs on them. Would she use any of them? Probably not but Melissa was happy to give her the experience and sit at the kitchen table with her later that day organizing what would go to school and what would stay at home for her art table. That was until she got a phone call she had been dreading.

She took the phone call in the kitchen leaving Na’Zyra to play with her slime in a container at the kitchen table. The caseworker explained that Na’Zyra’s mom wanted to visit her the day before school started to check in. Melissa swore under her breath rubbing the bridge of her nose, “After all this time she really wants to see her the day before school?”

“I know it isn’t easy but we have to give her the chance. It helps build our case for adoption,” The caseworker explained and Melissa’s heart stalled.

She had gotten into foster care knowing that more often than not kids got sent back home to their parents. She told herself every morning that there was still a chance that eventually Na’Zyra would have to leave. It broke her heart every time she looked in the mirror but she needed the reminder. That this could only be temporary but now with the word adoption swirling in her head a world of opportunities opened up before her.

“You really think this could go that way?” She asked trying not to get her hopes up.

“With Mom's track record we have a good case. I can’t guarantee anything but I do know that we need to try and make this visit happen.”

Melissa agreed to a place and time, then sat in the silence of the kitchen, trying to figure out how to tell Na’Zyra. She didn’t have to wait long before the child in question appeared at the door. The slime container was closed with its lid on as she outstretched it to Melissa, “I am all done with slime. Do you think we can go to the park for a bit?”

“Of course sweetheart but I wanted to tell you something. That was actually a call from your caseworker,” Melissa took a deep breath before continuing, “She said that your mom wanted to see you Sunday morning.”

Melissa braced for the impact but was not prepared for the huge smile that grew on Na’Zyra’s face. It hurt even more when Na’Zyra said “I get to see my Mom! I’m going to make her a card and tell her about all my new stuff.” And off Na’Zyra went with the park, the furthest thing from her mind. Mel remembered every time that the little girl had cried over a missed visit. The hours she spent away begging for her mom to come get her. The days that she had spent sulking when important events went unnoticed. Now that she was back though it was like none of it had happened. That Melissa hadn’t wiped away every tear. Stay up late consoling Na’Zyra by cuddling her and singing to her, or planned fun little parties to celebrate even the smallest of wins. But Melissa couldn’t be that upset because after all Na’Zyra had a mother… that wasn’t her. So she went into the kitchen and helped create cards even though she wanted to rip the papers to shreds.

Sunday morning came and Melissa got to the designated spot and cried silently in her car as Na’Zyra walked into the building to see her mom without even a backwards glance. Two hours later the redhead had finally settled and was reading a book on a bench to get some fresh air. Mel heard her before she saw her round the corner. Na’Zyra ran towards her in tears, the hair that Melissa had spent over an hour putting into two perfect buns was disheveled and in sloppy braids. The older woman lifted up the little girl, holding her tightly against her chest.

“Oh baby what happened?” Melissa questioned.

“She didn’t want to hear anything about my new room… or my new toys. All she said was that you a mean white lady. But you aren’t mean. You love me,” Na’Zyra explained through choked sobs, “And she touched my hair even though I told her it was fine. But look.. It is ruined. Everyone gonna laugh at me tomorrow.”

Melissa took a moment to calm her breath rage pulsing through her. No one hurt her baby. But with one look at the caseworker Melissa knew that the problem was already being taken care of. Her only priority was on Na’Zyra and how to make it right.

“Let me call Auntie Barb and we will see if we can fix this,” Melissa said kissing the top of Na’Zyra’s head.

Once calmed down and in the car curled up with her favorite stuffed animal Melissa set off to Barbara’s house. Barbara opened the door with a Sweet baby jesus and the grown one too as she looked at Na’Zyra’s hair. They set off to work undoing the damage that had been done. Melissa had worked tirelessly to learn how to do Na’Zyra’s hair but it had been subpar at best. Barbara was more than happy to teach her how to deep condition, comb through, trim small dead ends, and put in leave in conditioner. Melissa was quick to learn but flinched every time Na’Zyra let out a little whimper when a particular knot got stuck.

“It’s gonna hurt baby girl,” Barb told the young girl, “But once we get your curls back and we keep up on them it will get easier every time.”

“Can you braid it?” Na’Zyra asked in a timid voice, “With little beads?”

‘Of course,” Barb agreed and then sent Gerald to the store for hair beads.

He returned twenty minutes later as Barb and Mel had finished sectioning where the braids would be. Melissa’s hands were already cramping from all the work but she didn’t give up. She was determined to know how to do Na’Zyra’s hair so that this never had to happen again. Over an hour later purple and green beads could be heard all throughout Barbara’s house as Na’Zyra ran around with a smile on her face.

“You really are good with her MelBell,” Barbara commented as they took a moment to unwind on the couch.

“She was that missing piece ya know? That something I needed to feel.. Me again,” Melissa smiled before Na’Zyra came skipping in with a popsicle in hand.

That night Na’Zyra had been tucked in early for bed. Her uniform and new shoes were already laid out on her dresser for her. Backpack by the door, full of supplies, and a tag on it saying she belonged to Ms. Howard’s kindergarten class. An overloaded lunch box was in the fridge waiting next to Melissa’s and fruit was cut up for breakfast in the morning. Melissa breathed a sigh of relief when she finished packing her teacher bag and laying out her outfit for the next morning. The first day was always the roughest but tomorrow felt even bigger with Na’Zyra coming to Abbott. She wanted everything to go perfect…or well at least as smooth as one could hope when you taught and went to Abbott.

She was in bed reading a book when there was a knock at the door. She looked up to Na’Zyra holding a stuffed animal to her chest, “I am scared can I come lay with you?”

Melissa pulled back the comforter patting an empty spot on the bed. Na’Zyra crawled in immediately wrapping her arms around the older woman. Melissa kissed the top of her head, “What gotcha scared my love?”

“What if no one likes me?”

“That ain’t gonna happen. You cute. Smart. Funny. A great friend. Everyone is gonna love you and if they don’t you can send em my way,” Melissa winked and Na’Zyra laughed.

“Are they gonna make me go back to mom?” The question came out barely above a whisper, “I don’t wanna go back.”

“I don’t know sweetheart. I wish I did. But there is a lot of different things that go into it that not even I can control,” Melissa sighed.

“You don’t want me to go right?”

Melissa squeezed Na’Zyra tight, “Nah kid, I would keep you forever if I could. I told you I ain’t going anywhere.”

Na’Zyra seemed comforted by this and soon fell asleep pressed up against the red head. Melissa took a couple of more moments to compose herself before flicking off the light. In the dark she closed her eyes and tried to imagine a world where this could be her life forever.

The next morning Na’Zyra walked hand in hand with Melissa up the steps to Abbott. They had taken more than a handful of photos for the first day. Some with a cute little chalkboard sign. Others with Na’Zyra giving wacky poses. Even some of them together making silly faces. Melissa didn’t know who was more nervous as they stood looking at the open door to Barb’s classroom. A brand new school year was waiting to unfold, with the little girl Melissa had grown so attached to waiting to start it all.

“You are gonna have such a great day,” Melissa said out loud to remind herself more than Na’Zyra, “And right after school ends, I will come to pick you up.”

“I know,” Na’Zyra smiled and then wrapped Mel into a tight hug, “I love you Momma.”

Even Barbara whipped her head around at the words Na’Zyra said. Tears pricked the corners of Melissa’s eye and she leaned down to kiss Na’Zyra’s forehead, “I love you too sweetheart. I am so proud of you. Never forget that.”

And with one final nod Na’Zyra went into Barb’s classroom. The first kid to greet her in the door asked, “Ms. Melissa is your mom? That’s so cool.”

Na’Zyra looked back one final time, “Yeah that is my mom. She is the best.”

A year later Melissa held Na’Zyra in her arms with the Abbott crew surrounding them as the adoption papers were finalized. The final piece finally clicked into place.

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The thought of spooking an astartes trying scare off my sleep disorder is seriously kinda hilarious not going to lie. Don't know where and why they got the envelope an labled it Rent money,though. No roommates or SO to split the rent withand these fellas dont have much in the way of english.

All four of them have angel winged skulls on the chest.

When it comes to aperance there are three guys with white dragon heads on their black left paldrons. I think they're all salamanders but only one has the normal green armor with black shoulder pads. His is super fancy too witn a skul on his right shoulder.

There's a really big guy who's armor is white with a red celtic knot braid thing with a winged skull ontop of his sholder. he's got a green tabard and arm things on his backpack. The braid is on his forehead too.

The third's armor is blue with yellow except for his left arm which is green. He's got a yellow and black tabard. His right shoulder has a open book with a horned skull on it. He was the one carying the envalope out with kitchen tongs

There's another guy whose armor's red-orange with the golden angelskull thing. his helmet and pauldrons are black. He's got a book with a flame on the left pauldron and something shaped like a Maltese Cross on the right. He's the one who decided my new kitchen tongs needed killed with acid--

Mother fucker gotta go! book guy is trying to cary my kitchen table out to the fire pit and the other guys are arguing with him about it!

@egrets-not-regrets @liar-anubiass-blog @barn-anon @bleedingichorhearts @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan

@ms--lobotomy @nekotaetae @sleepyfan-blog @felinisnoctis @riokunova

@superunkn0wn @bookandyarndragon

You got me flipping through my files to figure out what boys you got!

So... it sounds like you have a Salamander... though truth be told black dragons ALSO have a white dragon head on a black background but their armor is also all black. (They are a successor chapter of salamanders)

The second one, the all white one, is an Apothecary but assuming he's also a salamander...

The blue and yellow guy is throwing me through a loop... OH OH (I have been scouring the web) OPEN BOOK HORNED SKULL IS A LIBARIAN. I feel really silly for not getting that he's a librarian. Right but I'm not sure what chapter he is from because of the blue and yellow coloring... yeah this one I don't know beyond him being a librarian

The red orange guy could be a Covenant of Fire... again another salamander... what was throwing me through the loop was the maltese cross but that just means he's a Veteran or could be part of a special squad if it follows the standard right shoulder insignia's; this is something prone to change from chapter to chapter on how they tell apart squads.

You know it also could have been the librarian you yelled at while he was doing warp shenanigans like trying to communicate through dreams and just you were strong enough to talk to him in the dream realm? I dont really know but probably he might have accidentally brushed against your mind.

GOOD luck

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ethereacals · 1 year ago

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Hi lovely! I love your writing! Can you do a single dad! james one shot where harry is in kindergarten (lily isn’t in the picture) and you’re harry’s teacher and james has a crush on you? No pressure if you don’t have time! Thank you!

hi dovie!! thanks for much for requesting! i was on holiday so i couldn’t respond quickly but i hope this was worth the wait 😊

Paper Rings~💌

singledad!jamespotter x fem!kindergartenteacher!reader

summary; Harry is a charming kid, but his dad might be even more charming.

a/n; no hate to my girl lily! i just like to imagine that she’s with mary or pandora (:

wc; 1.2k

warnings; none (:

contents; muggle au, james sirius and remus co-parent harry, lily isnt in the picture

YOU WERE NERVOUS, i mean, rightfully so.

Monday, August 23rd. the first day of school, and the first day of your new job.

in the past, you thought you’d be anything but a kindergarten teacher. but after volunteering with a local daycare over the summer…

you were smitten.

besides, you knew one day you’d actually have kids. but that was about… seven years down the line. (yes, you had your future all mapped out)

and it’s better this way, really. you get to hang out with the kids, paint with them, read with them, talk to them, and then at three o’clock you can just return them back to their parents and not have to deal with kids all night.

perfect plan, right?

wrong.

after pacing your well-decorated classroom back and forth about sixteen times in the past twelve minutes, a fellow teacher came in to chat.

“Hi, you’re Y/N, right?”

you spun around to the source of the greeting.

“sorry, yes, i am.”

you shook his hand with an anxious type of firmness.

“it’s nice to meet you, i’m Remus. i teach seventh grade.”

his smile lit up the awkward mood in the room.

“i assume you’re a bit nervous, yes?”

“a bit more than a bit.”

you admitted embarrassingly, they were just kids.

“well, you’ve definitely gotten the best age group to start out with.”

“i have?”

“mhm, all you have to do really is teach them their ABCs, and make sure they don’t eat the non-toxic paint.”

you let out a soft chuckle at that.

“i’ll certainly try my best, Remus.” he smiled.

“well, you’re about to get some kids in here so i should probably leave. just be careful, when i started out i was so much taller than the kids that some of them climbed onto me like i was a tree.”

he chuckled, definitely easing your nerves.

“that sounds like hell.”

“it was.” he nodded, closing your door with a soft thud, leaving you to your own thoughts and feelings.

until a young boy walked in with his dad, nervously clutching onto his big hand.

“hi… you’re ms. L/N, right?”

the dad spoke in a soft spoken manner, clearly not wanting to spook his son. (totally not because he was absolutely astonished and terrified that his sons teacher was maybe the most gorgeous thing he had ever seen)

“yes, i am.”

you answered with the same tone, swallowing down your anxiety.

“well… this is harry.”

Harry ducked behind his legs.

“i’m sorry, he’s not usually shy.”

“it’s alright, everybody gets nervous the first time they try anything.”

you crouched down to the boys level.

“hi, Harry. i’m Ms. L/N.”

“h-hi, Mrs. L/N."

the boy smiled cheekily as he held his little hands.

"we're gonna have so much fun today, so don't be scared." you returned his smile, yet you were probably about as nervous as he was.

you stood back up to face his dad, he was tall... very tall, and his eyes a hazel hue.

god, was he handsome.

no, that was not a good thing to say about someone who was definitely married with a kid.

but... maybe just sneak one more glance..

but, of course. the kids began to pile in, and the handsome young dilf dad waved goodbye to his son, and turned to leave.

little did you know he was thinking of you too.

your first day on the job was incredible, and time had flown by to Christmas Break.

your classroom was lovingly decorated for the holidays, and you had gotten to know your peers a bit better.

Remus was definitely your teacher buddy, you'd get coffee every Friday after school to discuss the past week and your plans for the next.

you had come to find out (through these coffee debriefs) that Remus was actually roommates with James- Harry's incredibly hot father.

and Remus was practically Harry's uncle, along with his long-time boyfriend, Sirius,

"So you're the Moony Harry is always talking about." He chuckled, blushing embarrassingly at the nickname.

"Moony was a nickname from High School, but Remus is difficult for Harry to pronounce so we went with that to make it easier."

You smiled, Harry was a very smart kid for his age.

"so.. James, is he-?"

"single? yeah, he chased after his highschool crush for about seven years at our boarding school, and once she finally gave in they got married quickly. but she eventually realized that she didn't like James that way, and had a thing for our close friend, Mary. so they broke off, luckily it wasn't a nasty divorce but Mary wasn't ready to take on the burden of a child, so James took Harry and now he lives with us."

Remus quickly explained before realizing that was probably a ton to drop onto you all the sudden.

"i-.. sorry, i didn't mean to drop that all on you at once."

"it's alright, and i'm sorry for James."

"he's alright now, the divorce took a large blow onto all of us, since... you know.."

"from the outside it looked perfect, didn't it?"

"couldn't have explained it better myself."

He smiled, sipping on his tea.

"besides, i think he's got his eye on someone."

"oh really? who?" that was a selfish question.

"you."

"w...what?"

you deadpanned, thinking he was joking.

why hasn't he said he was kidding?

where's the punchline?

"he wont stop bloody rambling about you, Y/N."

"what?!"

"yes! he wouldn't stop talking about how you had these braided pigtails two or three weeks ago and how adorable you looked-"

his rambling about James' minute obsession with you faded into the background as you attempted to process-

James, James Potter, James Fleamont Potter, your favorite students father.

likes you, his sons Kindergarten teacher who probably has black circles under her eyes because she barely sleeps anymore cause she stays up and thinks about him-

"Y/N!"

"WHAT?"

Remus broke you out of your thought jail.

"i said that you need to set something up with him, because i know you like him too and i cant keep being the monkey in the middle and trying to get you both to finally wake the fuck up and date eachother!"

You'd never heard Remus so insistent, he was always so calm and collected.

"Remus... i've never asked anyone out before."

"And? it's really not that difficult."

you sighed, pinching your nose bridge softly.

"fine, fine. I'll talk to him Monday."

and you dreaded Monday, but it also couldn't come soon enough.

after finishing up your classes for the day, you walked Harry to James.

"Hey.. Y/N."

"James."

"Daddy!" Harry went running to James, gripping onto his leg with all of his toddler force.

"He did great today, as usual."

"That's great to hear..."

You accidentally stared into his eyes for moments longer than you should have, but it didn't feel awkward.

"Y/N, I have something i need to tell you."

"i have something i need to tell you too..."

"I like you, alot."

you blushed furiously, why wasn't this easy?

"i-i-i like you too.. alot."

"would you... want to go out for dinner, sometime?"

"I'd like that."

"FINALLY!" shouted an exasperated Harry.

#marauders era #fem!reader #remus lupin #sirius black #james potter #marauders #fanfiction #kindergarten teacher reader #x james potter #reader x james potter

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