#Also she's waiting for you to give her a fork so she can actually eat that cake

[marshmellos]

[authorhjk1]

is it possible you make a smut about karina? where you fuck her infront of a mirror as you watch her body bounce as you rail her hard and groping every inch of her body.

P.S i really like your works and your writing is supurb, i hope you continue writing more stories.

I apologize for the long wait. I had to put these two requests together, because I can't keep up with ones I already got and the new ones that are coming in. Hope you guys enjoy it.

Mirror Mirror on the Wall...

(Karina X Hwang Yeji X Male Reader)

You look across the table. Dinner tasted delicious and you also prepared cake for the birthday girl. The older one of the two sisters stares down at the chocolate cake, carefully taking a bite.

It's hard to say you hate her. She is your friend's daughter after all. But you can't help it. You've watched her grow up for more than just a couple of years. You treat both sisters almost the same, but Karina started to become something that you were afraid of. A stuck up, self-centered bitch.

It's a shame actually. But by the way her mother behaves, it's not that big of a surprise. She and your friend are sitting at your table as well. You invited the family of four, because of Karina's birthday. Because you wanted to be polite. Not because you wanted Karina to be around you.

The complete opposite applies to Yeji. The younger one of the two sisters. She has her rebellious side, for sure, but she has always been a sweet sunshine. Even now, her smile lights up your dining room as she takes her first bite of the cake.

"Mmmh. It's so delicious. You are a really great cook."

You crack a smile at Yeji's compliment.

Unable to not compare the two sisters, you notice that Karina hasn't said a word. Not even a thank you. She does eat the cake, which already is something, but she is just as rude as her mother is.

You sigh in disappointment. Your friend should've done better. Of course every parent makes mistakes, but Karina's mother is just on another level. But Yeji still turned out well. You can't get behind it. What exactly went wrong?

"Please let me help."

Yeji smiles at you as she stands up to collect the rest of the plates. She is the only one of your three guests who offered her help. To be fair, her father is currently on a call with his client. Mother and daughter are both busy with their phones it seems.

"Thank you, Yeji."

"I should really come over more often."

Turning around, you see Yeji, who is walking after you into the kitchen.

"Please don't. You are a lot of work."

"Very funny."

She puts down the plates, looks outside the kitchen and looks back at you.

"Who is your favorite? Me or Karina?"

You roll your eyes at her question. A question you've heard more than a thousand times over the last years. From both of them.

"I don't have favourites."

"Oh come on. I know you like me more."

"What would make you think that?"

"You invite me more often than her."

Holding the towel for the dishes in your hand, you throw it at her. The white cloth covers Yeji's face.

"You always come here uninvited. When was the last time I asked you to come?"

Yeji pulls the towel off of her head, pouting at you.

"You invited me for today. Didn't you?"

You turn towards your sink, getting ready to wash the dishes. Your stupid dishwasher broke two days ago.

"I invited all of you. That doesn't count."

Yeji steps next to you.

"You can be really mean sometimes."

"Just honest."

Yeji takes the cleaned plate out of your hand.

The two of you finish washing the dishes in silence. Once you are done, you motion Yeji to sit at the kitchen table.

"Got something as a reward for helping me."

"Really?"

Yeji looks at you with excitement in her eyes.

You open the door of the fridge. The young woman tries to look around you, wanting to know what you are going to give her.

"More cake?"

She smiles brightly as you turn back around.

"Not just any cake."

Grabbing two forks on your way, you sit down in front of Yeji. The cake in the middle.

"It's the cake I got from the publisher for finishing the last book."

"Wow. So that really is the last book of your series?"

You nod.

"I will write more. But I think there is not much more to tell about this one."

Yeji nods in response as well. She puts a piece of cake into her mouth.

"That's delicious."

You shush her.

"Be quiet, or we have to share"

Yeji giggles, before eating some more.

"If it was you last book though, you must've gotten a lot of fan letters and stuff."

"I did."

"Can I check them out?"

"That's kinda private, Yeji. Those people send their letters to me not you."

The young woman pouts.

"Hey, man."

Your friend walks in.

"I have to meet a client. I'm sorry about this, but I have to leave now."

"No problem, mate. I will makes sure the girls get home safely."

"Thank you."

"By dad!"

"Bye sweetie."

He kisses Yeji on the head, before he walks out.

"Well, this makes my original plan way easier."

You raise an eyebrow.

"What plan?"

"Having some alone time with you."

The tone of her voice starts changing. The sweet, innocent girl starts to fade into the background.

"Your sister and your mom are still here."

"Oh please. As if they are going to check on us."

Yeji takes another bite. More slowly this time. And with way more eye contact.

"We shouldn't be doing this with anyone around."

She gets up, walking around the table.

"No one will go into your study without permission."

"But-"

Yeji gracefully takes her seat on your lap.

"Am I right? Daddy?"

The 24 year old kinky college girl has finally found its way to the surface.

Fuck. You just can't resist her.

It happened around three or four years ago, if you remember correctly. Spending a lot of time with you growing up, Yeji naturally started to enjoy the things you enjoy too. One of them being writing. She didn't just enjoy it, she loved it. You helped her improve and let her beta read all your new stuff, before publishing it. You went with her to small classes and even competitions for young writers. It was nice to share something like this with her.

And before you could even realize what was happening, Yeji already graduated. You felt like time flew past way too quickly. But on that day, you found yourself sitting in the school's gym, applauding as she got up to receive her diploma. An honorary mention for being the founder of the school's writing club and being part of a nation wide competition was of course a given.

After only a couple of hours on the day, which should've been one of the best of her life, she stood at your doorstep, looking up at you. Her black hair a mess, puffy red eyes and tears running down her cheeks. Her father always planned for her to work at his company and eventually take over. But she decided to take a different path. The path you took. Or at least a very similar one. After she told him, she already got a scholarship at a local college, her dad wasn't fond of the idea at all. The two of them fought hard that day. The only person Yeji wanted to get comforted by that day was you.

Only a couple of minutes after she arrived and dumped all of this on you, her father called. Your friend was worried about her, since she just ran off and he didn't know where she was. You told him that she was with you and would stay the night. The two of them should have a calm discussion the next day.

Yeji was incredibly thankful and eventually went to the room she always stays in when she sleeps over. After having talked to her for several hours, you wanted to make sure that she was alright one last time, before going to bed yourself. You walked in on her lying on the big bed, her skirt on the floor, her fingers knuckle deep inside of her. The way she moaned your name is the reason why you are here now.

"Fine."

You sigh in defeat, feeling Yeji slightly grind against you.

"Go upstairs. I will tell your mom we are going to write on your project for college."

Yeji suddenly attacks you, pressing her lips against yours. Her tongue aggressively demands entrance into your mouth. The two of you engage into a hot but quick kiss.

"I'll be waiting."

With one last wink and sway of her hips, Yeji is gone.

You clear your throat, before standing up. Everytime you do this, you feel like the greatest sinner on earth. She is your friend's daughter. She is half your age. You were there on her first day of school. It always feels wrong when you think about it. And it always feels wrong afterwards. But if you only glance at Yeji, all that doubt goes out the window.

"Yeji and I are in my study in case you are looking for us. She needs help on her project."

Your friend's wife just nods, while you can see Karina rolling her eyes. You know what she thinks of her younger sister. You wish she could be only half as good as her. From what you've heard from Yeji, Karina likes her own college life. Or rather the boys in it. The stories her younger sister told you makes you think that your friend and his wife raised a self entitled slut.

Opening the big oak doors to your study and library, you see Yeji sitting at your desk.

Her warm smile makes you walk a little faster.

"Come here."

Once you reach her, you grab Yeji's chin, tilting her head upwards to meet yours. The two of you engage in another passionate kiss. While keeping your lips locked, you start to peel Yeji off your chair. You guide her towards the edge of your desk. Yeji hops onto the wooden surface, disconnecting from your lips for only a second.

Her new position enables you to properly run your hands all over her body. She moans into your mouth as she feels you exploring every inch of her.

"(Y/n)."

Yeji sighs your name, feeling one of your hands on her ass, while the other dips underneath her top. Your reach upwards, until you find her chest. Squeezing her tits over her bra makes Yeji moan again.

She eventually brakes away due to the lack of air. She smiles back up at you, excitement sparkling in her eyes.

"Let me give you head."

Yeji slides off the edge of the desk, landing between your legs on her knees. You have to bite your lip as you watch Yeji unbuckle your belt.

"It has been so long since last time."

You chuckle at her eagerness as she pulls down your pants. Your cock springs free, landing on her beautiful face.

"Wow."

She gasps, like she does everytime.

You rub your cock all over her face. Yeji closes her eyes, enjoying the feeling of your cock.

You never met someone who was this passionate about worshipping your cock. But Yeji is one of a kind. She was more eager than skilled at first. But you've trained your friend's daughter to be your personal slut. One would never see Yeji as that, when they would meet her on the street. But she can be a naughty little devil in your ear. Especially when her family comes over, or you visit them. She always tries to sneak off with you. Just like right now.

Yeji starts to suck you off in your study. Her eyes are still closed in bliss as she savors the taste of your cock. Her blowjob becomes more messy by the second. Soon, she is almost drooling on your cock. You take a fistful of her gorgeous orange hair and you start to thrust into her mouth. Yeji moans, opening her mouth as wide as possible, relaxing her throat.

"Damn, princess."

You've always called her and her sister that. But since the two of you started having sex, this nickname has a another layer to it. A dirty one at that. Because right now, Yeji doesn't look like a princess at all. She is on her knees, drooling spit onto your cock, her thighs and the floor. Your dick starts to hit the back of her throat as you begin to thrust into her harder. Soon, only the sounds of her gags fill your study. It's a beautiful melody. One that you would love to hear every day.

Yeji takes your mouth fucking like the good girl she has been raised to be. No complaining, no dirty look, not even the hint of a struggle. She seems to be in her element.

You unfortunately don't have the stamina to keep up the pace for too long. Eventually, you have to slow down, enabling Yeji to take a proper breath through her nose. Spit is covering her chin by now. You keep thrusting into her mouth. Slow, but still with purpose. But Yeji's eyes slowly start to turn dark with lust. Signaling you that she can only hold out this long without getting touched.

After a while, you finally pull out of her completely. A tear is rolling down her cheek, which she scoops up with the back of one of her fingers. Yeji takes a moment to catch her breath properly.

"B-Bend me over."

Her voice sounds raspy and dry. Which is odd, because there is spit covering everything. Her chin, lips, shirt, thighs and the floor too.

"Your manners, Yeji."

You're reminded how often you said that years ago. When you had important visitors and the two sisters stayed at yours over the weekend.

"Sorry. Please, daddy?"

She pouts cutely. Like she always does, when she wants something.

"We still have to be quick though."

Luckily, you always keep your desk clean. Quickly putting your laptop to the side, you turn Yeji around afterwards.

"Daddy..."

She moans as she feels your hand pressing against her back, making her bend over the wooden surface. Since your desk is quite high and quite big, Yeji can barely hold onto the edge on the other side. And she has to lift her feet off the ground, if she wants to do so. Only her tiptoes stay in contact with your wooden floor.

You reach around her, quickly unbuttoning her white pants, pulling them off of her.

"You came prepared, I see."

The lack of underwear has an obvious meaning. Yeji wiggles her butt at you, tempting you to just enter her immediately.

"Just for you, daddy."

Everytime she calls you that, you can't help but think about how wrong this all is. She could be your own daughter. Buth there she is, bend over your desk, telling you what she wants you to do to her.

"Can you please fuck me now? I've waited the whole day for this. I need it..."

Yeji sighs in desperation, her cheek resting on the dark wood.

You stand behind her, aligning your cock with her wet folds. You can see them glistening, when you pull her cheeks apart a little.

"Fuck, Yeji."

You can't believe how beautiful she is. How good her body looks. You wait for just a little longer, making Yeji squirm in anticipation, before you finally push inside of her.

"Oh god!"

A deep moan echoes through your study as you part Yeji's walls. Her tight pussy is dripping wet, making it easy for you to slide into her completely. You wonder, how she is so turned on. Because of you? Because you're her dad's friend? Because she has been waiting for this all day?

You are not sure. But you can say that this makes up for all the bad attitude her sister threw in your direction today.

Soon, you find yourself indulging in the pleasure that you take from Yeji's young and tight body. Every part of her seems to be made with perfection. You can't help but let your free hand roam her body. The other one is holding her waist as you keep thrusting into her.

Reaching under her shirt, you grope her breasts. A string of moans escapes her mouth. One louder and dirtier than the previous one.

"Harder, daddy! Please!"

You finally give into her begging. You know, if you fuck her harder, you won't be able to keep your orgasm off for much longer. And you still want to enjoy more of her body.

"Get on the desk."

Yeji takes a moment to comprehend what you just said. But she eventually manages to peel herself off your desk. You turn her around and push her back on it. Now on her back, Yeji looks up at you as you start thrusting into her again.

"Yes, daddy!"

You reach forward, bunching her shirt up over her tits. You push the bra up as well, finally revealing her small perky tits. Your other hand is holding onto one of her luscious thighs. Fingers digging into her soft skin.

"Keep going..."

Yeji slowly starts to lose the ability to speak. Her words start to turn into letters loosely strung together. It tells you that she isn't far away from her own climax.

You play with her tits, kneading them and pinching a nipple occasionally.

"Oh..."

She tries to say something again, but your strong thrusts make her eyes roll back. Her head, just like her back, is rubbing against the wooden surface of the desk in the rhythm of your pounding.

Your own desire for release starts to overwhelm you. The sight of Yeji, squirming and moaning on the desk she used to sit on and watch you write a cute story for her, makes you want to ruin her completely. Both of your hands are now holding onto her full thighs, enabling you to pull her back into you way harder than before.

The sound of your skin hitting hers echo through your study, accompanied by the young girl's moans.

"Daddy! Cuming!"

Yeji cries out as the pleasure finally proves too much for her. Her body shakes atop your desk as her orgasm overwhelms her. You don't slow down, pounding her through her high as you chase your own. Yeji's body often has that affect on you. That desire to completely wreck her, leaving her a whining, dirty mess.

"Ohhh..."

Yeji's drawn out mix of moan and cry sounds like music to your ears. Her pussy contracts around you at the same time, demanding that you cum inside.

"Princess..."

You groan, realizing that you don't know if this is a safe day for her or not. You want to fill Yeji with your cum, but you don't want to knock up your friend's daughter. Yeji is too far gone to care at the moment. Her body keeps squirming on the wooden surface, moans leaving her body in irregular intervals. You try to hold on for longer, but you eventually can't stop yourself.

With the last ounce of strength you have left, you regretfully leave Yeji's snug hole. As you pull out, that last squeeze of Yeji's inner walls makes you explode. You shoot your load all over her body. Her midriff is the first thing that's covered in your cum. Her chest quickly follows as strings of your semen hit her tits.

You feel your legs weaken as you calm down yourself, taking in the view in front of you. Yeji lies on the desk, her eyes still partially closed. A light smile plays around her lips as her heavy breath makes her chest heave. Her upper body is painted with your cum as she just lies there. Like a beautiful painting. A piece of art.

You walk down the hallway, heading for the bathroom. Yeji kept you busy with her project after the two of you had some fun. She does need to finish it soon, which means you didn't lie earlier. You are really helping her.

Opening the door to the bathroom, you suddenly stop moving. You look at Karina, who is standing in the middle of the room.

You notice her phone, which is standing on the sink, leaning against the lower part of your mirror. Karina isn't just taking a normal picture. She has hooked a finger inside her cleavage and is pulling the hem of her dress down. Despite looking at her from the side, you can see her breasts, almost completely exposed, through the mirror.

"Karina. What the hell are you doing?"

You see the young girl jumping, when she hears your voice. She looks at you as she takes her hand off her dress, letting it fall back into place. You see her roll her eyes before answering.

"Nothing."

"This doesn't look like nothing to me."

"Whatever."

Despite her disgusting attitude, Karina is still your friend's daughter and Yeji's sister. You still care for her. You glance at her phone, before looking back at her.

"Were you taking pictures of yourself?"

"So what?"

She reaches for the phone.

"Are you sending them to someone?"

"Not your business."

You hold back the desire to just give her a small clap on the head. Just a really small one.

"Karina, you shouldn't send this to anyone, whom you don't trust."

"I can do what I want."

You nod.

"That's true. I'm just saying, please be aware of the consequences."

"Stop annoying me already."

Karina is obviously checking the photos she took, while you are still trying to talk to her.

"I wouldn't need to annoy you, if you wouldn't act like this."

She raises an eye brow, but keeps looking at her phone.

"You can't tell me what to do."

Karina places the phone back on the sink. She goes through her hair, looking at the mirror. She hasn't even looked at you properly yet since you came in. It makes your blood boil even more.

"Actually, I can. This is my house. Plus, I'm your godfather."

"Oh no, I'm scared."

You watch as she bites on her nail and winks at the phone. You hear it taking a picture. She probably used a timer or something.

You take a deep breath.

"Get out."

She keeps going as if she didn't hear you. When she is about to pull the top of her dress down again, you stop her by grabbing her arm.

"I. Said. Get out."

You speak through your teeth, trying to stay calm. You pull her towards the door.

"Ouch. Stop it!"

Karina uses both hands to push you away. You let go, expecting her to get her phone and walk out on her own. Your eyes widen when you see her standing in front of the mirror again, hooking a thumb underneath one of the straps on her shoulders, smiling at the phone.

"You can wait outside, you know."

You were already annoyed by her attitude during the meal earlier. Her manners are pretty much non existent. You managed to hold yourself back. And Yeji did an incredible job to make up for her older sister's behavior. But there is only so much you can take. If Karina was a couple of years younger, you would've just picked her up and carried her out. You used to do that, when she was being a brat at an younger age.

"Karina."

You realize your tone has become threatening. You reach out for her shoulder, wanting to stop her from letting the strap fall off of it. She swats your hand away. It lands in her hair. And before you can even think about it. You've already taken a fistful.

"One last time. Get. Out."

You growl into her ear.

"Let me go!"

She tries to push you away again, but this time you stay steady.

"Stop it. You know I'm stronger than you."

"I'm gonna tell dad!"

"So what? You think he is gonna like the fact you take this kind of pictures of yourself?

Karina winces as you tug at her hair a little too hard.

"Leave me alone you ass!"

She finally reached the limit. She broke the last wall of self restraint you had left.

You push her against the sink, slightly bending her over it. The both of you stare at each other in the mirror. She finally looks at you properly.

"Stop being a rude bitch first."

The words left your mouth before you could think about them. You planned on saying something different. They just came out. You almost expect Karina to cry, when you see her eyes grow wide.

"Fuck you!"

You were wrong.

Karina reaches behind her with one hand to push you away. The other holds onto the sink.

"No. Fuck you. You have no manners at all."

"So what, huh!?"

She glares at you through the mirror, slightly raising her chin.

"Apologize and behave properly. Or this will have consequences."

You used to say that line when the two sisters were younger. It always worked. You were like a fun uncle for them. Whenever you became this serious, they knew they did something wrong.

But now, Karina just scoffs.

"I'm not ten anymore. What are you gonna do? Punish me?"

"I will."

"Oh, please. I'm a grown woman. I can do what I want."

"Not under my roof."

You point at her phone.

"Delete the pictures you took and go downstairs."

"No."

"Karina..."

You growl, pushing her forward with your hand on the back of her head. She stumbles against the sink.

"Delete them."

"No."

Karina crosses her arms and glares at you, once she has regained her composure. You reach for it yourself. She tries to stop you, but you are too strong for her.

"Give it back!"

You take a step back and hold her in place. Since your arms are longer than hers, Karina can't reach for her phone.

You delete the first to pictures without even looking at them. But when you see more and more of them, you start to realize how sexy she looks in them.

What she lacks in manners and attitude, she seems to make up for with her body. You can't deny the fact that Karina's beauty rivals her sister's.

Once you are done, you look at her again.

"Did you seriously just delete all of them?"

Karina asks with disbelief in her voice.

"Yes. Now, get out."

"No. I need some content for this weekend. You just deleted like twenty pictures or something."

"What content?"

You furrow your eye brows.

"None of your business. Give me my phone back."

You ignore her outstretched hand, quickly scanning through the apps on her phone. You see a white icon with a blue O on it. You realize what she is doing.

"Are you serious?"

"What?"

You show her what you found.

"So? I need to pay my bills somehow."

"Does your father know about this?"

"Don't you dare."

Karina glares at you.

"Oh trust me. I will tell him."

"No way."

Now she finally looks a little concerned.

"Karina, you shouldn't be doing this. Just because you look nice, doesn't mean you have to sell your body for some money."

"You think I look nice?"

She mockingly raises and eyebrow.

"That's wasn't my point Karina."

"Come on, you can be honest. Do you know how much guys pay me for these pictures?"

"I don't give a fuck."

"But I do. If you are gonna tell on me, I'm gonna tell on you too."

"I'm a grown man and your dad's friend. What could you possible know about me that would be worth his time?"

"Hmm, I don't know. Maybe the fact his best friend rails his daughter on a regular basis?"

"What?"

You are too surprised to hide it. You and Yeji made sure that no one would find out. You were always careful. How...?

"See? Seems like I do have something of value."

"How do you know?"

"Me and Yeji share a dorm at college. Whenever she doesn't see you for longer than a week, she plays with herself, when she thinks I'm asleep. I can't believe she calls you daddy."

You close your eyes in disbelief. Yeji... Why does she have to be so fucking horny all the time?

"Fine. Alright. I won't tell on you. You won't tell on me."

A sly, victorious smile plays around Karina's lips.

"Deal."

"That doesn't change the fact that you are rude all the time."

"I'm not rude."

It's your turn to raise an eyebrow.

"I have my reasons."

You let go of her hair earlier. She crosses her arms in front of her, looking away.

"I don't care what your reasons are. So leave."

You gesture towards the door.

Karina doesn't move.

"You deleted all the pictures. I need new ones."

"I still don't like what you are doing. Leave."

She shakes her head.

"Help me with this."

You realize that your argument isn't flawless.

"You're my friend's daughter. No way."

"Seriously? You creampie my sister, but you don't want to fuck me?"

How are you going to get out of this?

"I'm not shooting a movie here or something. If you want someone to fuck you on camera, find a pornstar or something."

Karina rolls her eyes.

"That's where you draw the line?"

"Karina..."

She ignores you, taking the phone out of your hand.

"You don't need to do anything but fuck me. Shouldn't be that hard."

She sets the camera to record, before placing it back on the sink.

You think about it for a moment. It really isn't that hard. You are fucking Yeji already. So why not go all the way? It's not like she is gonna tell her dad.

Karina leans over the sink, looking back at you over her shoulder.

"Give it to me. Daddy."

That last word makes you jump into action.

It sounds so much different to when Yeji says it. The younger one uses more affection. Whenever she says it, you feel like she would do anything for you. Or rather your cock.

When Karina says it, it's sounds more lustful. Maybe even slightly condescending.

Yeji is the good girl, while Karina is the bad one.

You quickly unbuckle your belt and let your pants drop to the floor. Karina watches you through the mirror as you reach for the hem of her dress.

She glances at the phone, when she feels you pushing her dress up. You reveal her ass. Slightly bigger than Yeji's. You can't help but compare. Your hands wander over her skin. The same thrill you feel whenever you have sex with Yeji enters your body. The thrill of doing something forbidden. The fact that she is filming this makes it even hotter, now that you think about it.

"Don't tease me, daddy."

A knowing smile plays on Karina's lips.

You align your cock with her entrance. Her wet folds make it easy to slip inside. It seems like taking the pictures earlier turned her on.

"Damn, daddy."

Karina breaths heavily as you push inside. For some illogic reason you expected her to be not as tight as Yeji. You are proven wrong.

"Fuck you are tight."

You can't help but give her ass a rewarding spank.

"That's right daddy. Punish me for being such a slut."

You slap her again and again with every inch you push further into her. Karina moans whenever you do so. Her body is being pushed forward with every slap. Her ass cheeks jiggle deliciously.

Once you bottom out inside of her, you look at Karina in the mirror. Her half lid eyes stare back at you. She is biting her lip, trying to contain a loud moan.

You place both your hands on her waist, pushing down a little. Karina's back arches as a result, enabling you to push just a little bit further.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck."

It seems like you've reached her limit. Karina hisses as she tries to get accustomed to your cock.

"If I had known you are this big..."

She isn't able to finish her sentence, when you pull out of her.

You watch Karina's eyes roll back as your cock rubs against the length of her inner walls.

"Don't give me all the credit."

You chuckle as you push back inside.

"Fuck."

Another moan escapes Karina's lips.

"Am I tighter than my sister?"

A question you've never even dreamed of hearing. One so dirty, you never thought one of them would be able to say it.

"You are."

Your honest answer makes her smirk. You wipe it off her face a moment later. Because you start fucking her properly now.

"Holy shit."

Karina watches as you thrust into her again and again. Your hips snap against hers, making the sounds echo through the bathroom. She tries to silence herself once again by biting her lip, but your thrusts prove to be too much for her. Eventually, her mouth hangs open, lewd sounds coming from the deepest parts of her throat.

Your eyes, which were focused on her face, are now slowly wandering downwards. You get captivated by the way her tits move, while you fuck her. Reaching forward with one hand, you grope Karina's boobs over her dress.

They are bigger than Yeji's. You don't have to touch her to know it. It's obvious.

"You like mine more than my sister's. Right?"

Karina manages to ask another question like this.

"I would like you more if you would just shut up."

Another grin flashes across her face.

"If I'm still talking, you are just not fucking me hard enough."

You take it as a challenge. With one hand now in her hair and the other on her waist, you start to fuck Karina harder and faster. You push her against the sink with every thrust into her. A red line where she hits the sink appears on her skin.

"Look at yourself. Getting fucked in someone else's bathroom like a whore."

You don't know where these words came from. This situation, Karina herself, makes you do things you never thought of doing. You pull at her hair, forcing her to lift her head, which dropped between her shoulders earlier.

Karina's wide eyes stare at you as you take her from behind. Her tight walls squeeze you and try to stop you from leaving, whenever you pull back.

"Mmh, yes."

Karina moans, some spit falling out of her mouth in the process. She starts to lose her composure as you hit just the right spot with every single thrust. Her and Yeji's body feel similar to you. You can tell where her sensitive spots might be and you stimulate them properly, making a squirming mess out of the young woman.

You move your hand from her waist to her shoulders, quickly pulling the straps of her dress off. The upper half slips down her body, until the whole dress is bunched up right above her waist.

Karina's tits sway from side to side as you pound her from behind. You take one of them into your hand, squeezing it and earning another deep moan.

By now, you think Karina has forgotten about her phone. She seems to let herself go, submitting to your thrusts. Your hand keeps exploring her voluptuous chest, squeezing her tits and tugging at her nipples randomly.

Your cock in her pussy keeps hitting just the right spots. The combination of your pounding and your groping has Karina moaning and shivering. She watches herself getting fucked. It's something she starts to enjoy very much. Her pussy tightens even more around you in response.

You let your hand explore more of her body, while the other one keeps her head in place by holding her hair. You admire her collarbone and shoulders for a moment, before quickly moving past her chest. You feel the toned muscles of her stomach underneath your palm. As you keep fucking her and your hand moves further down, you could swear you can feel your cock through her belly.

You press against the spot and suddenly, Karina starts to shake more, her pussy squeezing you tighter.

"Daddy, fuck!"

It's the last words she manages to force out. From that moment onwards, Karina is a mumbling mess. You can't tell what she is trying to say. Her lips quiver uncontrollably. Her pussy is almost painfully tight as you feel more and more of her fluids leaking out of her.

Eventually, your hand reaches her clit. You start rubbing it, encouraging her with your fingers to cum on your cock. Karina's closed eyes shoot open. Saliva still drips from her parted lips.

"Ohhhh!"

A loud cry is the only thing she can do to announce her orgasm. Karina watches herself climaxing. She sees how her body twitches and squirms. How her muscles on her midriff seem to flex. She feels her own pussy tightening around your cock, contracting uncontrollably. Her arms and legs grow weak.

You keep fucking Karina through her orgasm. She can't do anything but take it. She can't tell you to stop. She tries to watch herself as long as possible. But when you somehow drive yourself into the deepest depths of her vagina, Karina's eyes roll to the back of her head. She sees stars, her mind eventually breaking from the pleasure.

You feel yourself chasing your own orgasm as you watch your friend's daughter through the mirror. Her breath has left fog on the glass. Only now do you realize her hands don't rest on the sink anymore. They are pressed against the surface of the mirror.

The sight of Karina like this slowly makes you reach your high.

"Fuck, Karina. Your pussy is gonna milk me dry."

You manage to push out the words as you try to hang on as long as possible. Her tight snatch keeps squeezing your cock, making it harder for you to properly fuck her like before.

"Let me taste your cum, daddy. I need it."

Karina's eyes reflect her desire and need for your cum. She almost unconsciously licks her lips.

You count to ten, trying to stay as long as possible inside of her. You want to savor every last second of her tight pussy wrapped around your cock.

But you have to pull out eventually. You leave the snug tightness of her snatch.

"Come here."

Karina drops to the tile covered floor, kneeling in front of you.

Just like you held Yeji an hour ago, you grab Karina's chin. But not to kiss her. You make her crawl towards the glass wall of your shower.

You press her cheek against it, signaling her to stay like this. The sight quickly makes you cum.

You start to shoot your load all over Karina's face. You paint her skin with your cum. She looked almost cute a moment ago. Now, she looks like a cheap whore.

"Fuck, that tastes good."

Karina is sucking her finger clean, after having scooped up some of your cum. You can't believe you came on both of your friend's daughters within two hours.

The older of the two now looks up at you, her tongue cleaning the cum off her face around her mouth.

"Would you like to become my partner for my content? You would get a cut off the profit."

"Karina-"

"You think we can convince Yeji to join us?"

"I don't think we should-"

"I think people are gonna be willing to pay if they know the two of us are actual sisters."

It feels like you are drowning in sin. It's bad enough you had sex with one of your friend's daughters more times than you could count. You now managed to fuck the older sister as well. And now she wants you to help her make money by filming you, fucking her and her sister?

"This isn't right Karina."

You try to do the right thing. But that ship has kinda sailed already. And you can't deny that a threesome with the two sisters would be mind blowing.

"Come on, daddy. You can do with me what you want. As long as we film it. And I'm pretty sure you are already using Yeji like a sex toy anyway."

[stevieschrodinger]

Part One Eighteen

Eddie looks up, towards the front of the house, “car.”

It’s a good count of five before Steve hears a car pulling up onto the drive, “do you want to get it? Surprise Robin?”

Eddie just shakes his head, suddenly shy. Steve remembers how loudly she had shrieked over the phone, “yeah, that’s fair.”

Steve waits until the bell is rung, and Eddie does come and stand in the hallway, half hidden in the lounge doorway, watching as Steve gets the door. Just as he’s opening it he realizes just how uncharacteristically polite she’s being; normally Robin just barges in.

He gets his answer a second later; it’s not just Robin.

She does cross the threshold first, hugging Steve and then clearly spotting Eddie, Steve grabs her, “do not be loud.”

“Okay, okay,” and she goes in.

Joyce is next, carrying a big pot with a lid, she leans over to kiss Steve’s cheek, Jon and Nancy follow, both equally laden down, Nancy holding what looks like a cobbler in a large dish, with a grocery bag hanging precariously from each wrist, “we didn’t have many left overs, so mom put together a quick dessert, it’s only canned filling, hope that’s okay.”

“That’s...so great of you Nancy, she didn’t need to-”

“Hush, Steve,” and she goes in, Hopper, Will and El bringing up the rear. Everyone has their hands full.

“Okay, lets move along, we need to get all this warmed up,” Joyce says to clear the blockage of Eddie gawkers in the hall. Steve watches as Eddie nods at people, looking on curiously, as they all move past.

“Jon, bring through the kitchen chairs honey!”

Joyce has completely commandeered Steve house, and he’s totally okay with it. Jon and Hopper move the chairs so there’s enough seating around the dining table. They might be elbow to elbow, but Steve wouldn’t really have it any other way.

“We brought what we had honey,” Joyce tells Steve, passing him a bowl with a cucumber, a lettuce and some apples in it, “I didn’t want him to feel left out.”

Steve’s heart melts, “he actually might try a meal.”

Joyce absolutely lights up, and she takes the bowl back, setting it on the kitchen counter, “then lets get him a Christmas dinner. Can you deal with the roast please Hop, I’m bringing the rest out now,” and like a sergeant major directing her troops, Joyce calls on people to fetch and carry as she plates things up, “El honey, take all the cutlery please. Will, jugs of juice, thank you.”

Steve just smiles and watches it happen, “better be a beer in it for me,” Hopper grumbles from behind Steve.

Eddie’s been half watching from doorways, occasionally retreating to the couch and then coming back again, but he seems to be drawn by the smell of all the food. “Come on, come and sit at the table.”

“Table,” Eddie repeats, following as Steve leads him by the hand into the dining room.

Eddie sits, and Steve sits next to him.

“Well, Merry First Ever Christmas,” Joyce says to Eddie, before she’s distracted again, “Will, vegetables please.” Will huffs over his plate of meat and potatoes.

“What do you want baby?” Steve whispers to Eddie while everyone helps themselves.

Eddie shrugs a little helplessly in the face of the spread Joyce has put on. Steve smiles reassuringly, giving his thigh a squeeze before he makes him a plate with a little of everything. While he’s occupied, Steve is vaguely aware of El saying, “I love your hat.”

“Eddidie hat?” Eddie replies, “thank you, El.”

Eddie likes meat. He also still really likes his vegetables; he just likes them hot.

Once everyone’s eating the conversation dies down, Eddie uses a combination of claws and his fork to eat, and Steve doesn’t think he’s doing too badly for his first proper sit down meal, when Joyce asks, “Eddie, do you like the food?”

Eddie nods, “good good. Many good.”

Joyce smiles, “and how are you finding having legs?”

“Good, not different Stee.” Joyce seems to get the drift of what Eddie kind of means. This clearly gives Eddie an idea though, turning to Steve he asks, “Eddidie work? One dollar bill gro-ser-ees.”

“Uhm,” Steve chuckles, “maybe. Need to work on a few things first. Maybe.”

“Eddidie car?” And Eddie mimes turning the steering wheel back and forth.

“Need a license first,” Hopper interjects from the other end of the table.

“License first?”

“A drivers license,” Steve clarifies, or tries too, “so you can drive the car.”

“He’s going to need a birth certificate and all that,” Nancy adds.

Joyce elbows Hopper, “I’m sure Hop could help there.”

“Yeah, like I don’t have enough-” Joyce elbows him again, “yeah, okay. Watch it woman, your elbows are like knives.”

“Eddie,” El starts in, “your birth certificate is important, you can choose where you were born.”

“That’s not actually how it works for the rest of us,” Will whispers to her, smiling.

“I got to choose,” she tells him, “I chose Hawkins.”

“Eddidie born?”

El nods, “where you’re from.”

“The Upside Down,” Eddie announces with some confidence, raising a round of, maybe slightly weirded out, chuckles from around the table.

El shakes her head, “no, where are you from now?”

Eddie nods, grasping that part, “Hawkins Indiana. Pool,” and Eddie points, back through the house at the yard, just to clarify. Steve hides his laughter behind his hand.

“Might want to loose the ‘pool’ part,” Hopper adds, helpfully.

“No no,” Jon suggests, “if you make him like, from another country, it’ll explain the language barrier.”

“That’s not a bad idea,” Joyce muses, “where would you suggest?”

“Well, there’s only one obvious place, right? Fin-land.”

Everyone groans, and John gets balled up napkins thrown at him.

“In all seriousness kid, going to need a full name and date of birth,” Hopper tells them.

“Oh! Christmas Eve! That would be a lovely birthday for Eddie,” Joyce tells him, excited.

Hopper hums, “uh hu, what year? And a surname, write it all down for me kid.”

“Obviously Harrington,” Steve says before he can really think about it.

Hoppers eyebrows are in his hairline, “so...brothers?”

Robin nearly chokes on her drink.

“Okay, time for gifts, and then dessert after,” Joyce says as she shoos everyone into the lounge, “the boys can do the dishes later.”

Jon and Hop share a look, and Steve knows instantly it’s a look they’ve shared quite a few times.

Everyone spreads around in the lounge, El putting on the Christmas tree lights with a little frown of concentration.

“Okay, me first,” Joyce says, getting up, and she gives Steve and Eddie a wrapped gift each.

“Joyce, you don’t have to, I didn’t get chance to-”

“Don’t worry about any of that honey,” she waves him away, sipping her drink, “just open them.”

Eddie looks perplexed by the thing he’s been handed, just turning it over and over in his hands, “here, watch,” Steve says, and carefully tears into the paper on his own gift.

Eddie seems to be delighted by this turn of events, and uses his claws to easily tear into the paper.

Matching knitted material unfurls onto both of their laps, Steve unfolding his to find a red and green knitted sweater; clearly home made by Joyce.

Eddie holds his up, “sweater? Gift?”

“Yeah, look,” Steve holds up his own.

They are a little different; while the sleeves of Eddie’s are the same as Steve’s, the middle is a hell of a lot shorter, and it takes a second for Steve to realize why; it would stop it from dragging on the ground.

“Stee Eddidie not different!” Eddie says, all excited, just as Steve looses his battle and starts to cry.

A little less than twenty four hours ago, the deepest parts of Steve were convinced that Eddie was dead in his pool. Before that, days of...of torture, knowing that Eddie could very well be dying in the black water. The sleepless nights. The slow erosion of Steve’s hope, and the guilt that came with it, all seem to hit Steve all at once.

Eddie could have died, and now they’re here, sitting on the couch together, holding matching Christmas sweaters. They got insanely lucky.

Steve’s tears come harder, and a sob escapes him, “sorry,” he chokes out, excusing himself and heading into the kitchen.

“Stee?” Eddie creeps in quietly after him.

“Hey, I’m okay.”

Eddie frowns, following Steve across to where he’s leaning against the counter, wiping at his eyes with his sleeve, “no.”

It does make Steve laugh a little through his tears, and he lets Eddie carefully wipe his face before he licks the moisture off his fingers, “called?”

“Tears. I’m crying. I got upset.”

“Stee ow? Tell Eddidie.”

Steve swallows thickly, but his tears abate in the face of Eddie’s clear concern, “when you were in the pool...I had to wait. Days. And I was...so frightened. Scared. That you were dead.”

“Eddidie not dead.”

“No,” Steve huffs, “I know that now,” and he wraps his arms more firmly around Eddie’s middle, “I missed you.”

“Called missed?”

“I was sad, Steve ow, Eddie wasn’t here. You were gone. In the pool.”

“Eddidie no missed Steve. Sorry. Eddidie…” he taps the side of his head, the bobble wobbling as he cocks his head in thought, “no TV. TV inied. Together now. Many tomorrow.”

“All tomorrow?” Steve asks hopefully.

Eddie nods, his bobble rocking back and forth furiously.

And then he leans forward the scant inches between them, and kisses Steve. It’s slow, gentle. A soft brush of lips before Eddie shifts on a sigh. The gentlest, barely there sucking of Steve’s bottom lip; the softest of scratching claws against the back of his head, Eddie’s hand sliding into his hair.

“Oh!” Eddie pulls apart, but not away. If anything he instinctively holds Steve tighter, “I’m...I’m sorry,” Nancy says, wide eyed from the doorway, before she backs back into the lounge.

Steve sighs, “cats out of the bag now.”

“Cat? Lion. Tiger? Called bag?”

“I’ll explain that one another time, okay?”

When they sit back down on the couch, Steve has a fuck it moment and holds Eddie’s hand. He has to keep letting go so Eddie can open his gifts, but still. It doesn’t take long for Hopper to notice, and then he says, “oh, Harrington,” in the most unhelpful way ever.

Steve looks down at their linked fingers, and it suddenly occurs to him exactly which finger it is that next to the pinky finger. Oh. Oh, well. Eddie doesn’t understand what it means...and it’s not like Steve isn’t all in anyway at this point. Not that they can even get married but...he looks up, happening to make eye contact with Robin, who has the most ‘what the fuck?’ look on her face Steve’s ever seen.

Steve eyes her back, ‘not now.’

He gets some world class shit eye in return.

All of Steve’s gifts are...standard. Fairly thoughtful, but mostly just...standard. The toiletries he likes. Some cleaning stuff for his car. Another, not home made, new sweater.

Eddie on the other hand, makes absolute bank. Notebooks, coloring books, pencils and pens. A nice case to keep all of his stationary in. A four pack of fancy beer from Hopper of all people. Plus books, granted, they’re all kids books, but they’re perfect. Steve figures Eddie isn’t that far off learning to read, he has been nailing the alphabet for a little while now.

One of Eddie’s gifts from Robin is a calendar; it’s full of pictures of month appropriate trees. Steve sees cherry blossoms and ripe apples and snow covered firs as Eddie flicks through, reading the months out loud. “That’s a whole year,” Steve tells him, once Eddie has haltingly read out, ‘December,’ “we can write important things in there.”

Eddie perks up, “Eddidie Birthday?”

“Yeah, you want Christmas Eve?”

Eddie nods, and once Steve finds the right box on the right page, Eddie uses one of his new pens to, very carefully, write his name in the box. “Birthday?”

“How to spell birthday?”

Eddie nods, “letters.”

Steve tells him, one slow letter at a time, as Eddie writes it out, showing everyone proudly once he’s done.

Eddie insists on inspecting every single gift thoroughly, and saying thank you, before tucking it all around himself on the couch, like a little dragon with his tiny hoard.

Steve sighs when Eddie unwraps a VHS of ‘Splash,’ from Jon. “You’re not as funny as you think you are.”

“I’m hilarious,” Jon replies, deadpan.

Part twenty

[seeingivy]

enchanted 

satoru gojo x f!reader 

**part of my debut concert event 

**part one of this fic here icymi (read before or its kinda confusing)

**part of my satoru as taylor swift songs series

content: satoru and your parents are annoying, like in the last part, readers mom just says a bunch of mean shit (including comments on body image, etc), gojo being defensive of his wife but also corny asf, babies megumi + tsumiki having lil nightmares and wanting to sleep w their parents 

an: KING OF MY HEART IS ONE OF MY FAV FICS EVER. so glad the pookie who requested this asked for it bc I was so excited writing it. also corny lil enchanted lyrics are at the end. mister satoru gojo is enchanted to meet you and ur lil babies megumi and tsumiki just love you

- 

“Dr. L/N?” 

You look up from the computer, breaking away from your sheer focus of charting all the patients you just saw in the past hour (nine patients - which sounds mediocre, but in actuality is insanity on earth). 

Because when they’re sick, their parents ask a lot of questions. Which you understand and always honor - but that means you’re always running on a back log, running from one room to the next with no breaks in between. Satoru thinks that you’ll collapse on the floor one day while doing it. And you tell him that he’s praying on your downfall. 

“Yes, Sarah? What’s up?” 

“Your husband’s here to have lunch with you.” 

“Ah. I still haven’t caught up on my charting and I really need to-” 

You feel a hand on your shoulder, your senior advisor, Dr. Aoki, giving you a warm smile. She’s almost thirty years your senior - soft wrinkles and grey patches spread throughout her hair. 

And she really, really loves Satoru. Which you know because she doesn’t shut up about him, always going on about how sweet he is. 

“Go. Have lunch with your husband. I’ll finish off for you.” 

“Ah. Dr. Aoki, I can’t let you. Plus, you don’t even know-” 

“You take detailed notes. And I’m old, but I’m sure I can figure it out. Now go eat lunch with your sweet husband before I do it for you.” 

You smile, giving her hand a squeeze, before dragging your feet to the breakroom - suddenly hyperaware of the tension in the back of your knees, your shoulders, and the back of your eyes. Satoru’s waiting for you at the center table - two glass bento boxes and two iced coffee’s sitting on the table. 

He’s scrolling aimlessly on his phone and you’re more than positive that he’s playing Cut the Rope. A game Megumi begged him to download, but now he plays more than Megumi. Which just pisses Megumi off, because Satoru plays so far ahead in the game that Megumi can’t even remember which level it was he stopped at. 

You look down at the cup of iced coffee, Satoru’s handwriting inscribed on the side. 

pookie <;3 

Bastard. He knows you hate it when you call him that.

Satoru looks up and smacks his phone down at the table as you take his side, placing your head flat against the clear, white table. Satoru immediately directs his hand to the back of your hair, his fingers soothing into the tense muscles in the back of your neck. 

“Hello my little workaholic.” 

“Good afternoon my little pain in the ass.” 

He laughs, lifting your head up as he opens up the boxes, sliding forward the food he made and sticking the fork in your hand. You look down at the line up - egg fried rice and a wild assortments of fruits and vegetables on the side. They’re all cut into sweet little shapes - the cucumbers in hearts, the strawberries in flowers. 

Right. You had tasked Satoru with making Megumi and Tsumiki’s lunches for one week when you were on the night call. When you had returned, all he did was scold you for making very boring lunches for Megumi and Tsumiki. 

Granted, you thought they weren’t half bad. You always made sure to give them a little treat - strawberry gummies for Tsumiki and sour candy for Megumi - and left sweet little notes in their lunch boxes, saying you were proud of them, that Megumi was going to do great on his presentation, and that Tsumiki looked pretty today. 

Satoru resolved the situation by heading to the store and buying the special little cutouts, shiny new metal tin boxes for Megumi and Tsumiki, and even glittery stationery to leave them both notes. 

Yeah and he never let you make their lunch again. He’d often drop by to the office to eat with you, since he knew that was the only time you would eat anything, and bring you by the third box he arranged with theirs in the morning. 

“Hard day, my love?” 

“Yeah, Satoru. And it’s not even over yet.” 

He places the fork in your hand again, instructing you to eat as you keep talking, tasking himself with mixing up the layers of the coffee he brought you. 

“What’s the point of working so hard? Didn’t you marry me for my money?” 

“Well, obviously but-”

“Hey!” 

“What?” 

“That’s so rude to admit. You should keep that type of stuff to yourself.” 

“Okay, Satoru. You married me as a cover for your girlfriend and-”

“Stop throwing that in my face! So you have one girlfriend and suddenly you’re the bad-” 

“It is when you’re married!” 

You both laugh, Satoru ruffling your hair, as he opens up the second box, sliding it towards you as you keep eating. 

“You don’t want, Toru?” 

“No. They’re both for you. You really do work too hard, Y/N.” 

“Well. Our parents could cut us off - we don’t exactly do everything they want. And I want to be self sufficient and be a good role model for-” 

“Tsumiki and Megumi. I know, my love. I’m just saying.” 

You lean into Satoru’s touch, placing your aching head against his shoulder as he leans over, pressing a kiss to the top of your forehead. You finish off your own box (and Satoru’s) and down your iced coffee (and half of Satoru’s, before he starts scolding you about healthy caffeine intakes). 

He gives you a sweet kiss goodbye, giving soft smiles to the rest of your coworkers, as you buckle in for the rest of your shift. 

- 

“Satoru.” 

“Hm.” 

“Look at what my mom texted me.” 

He untangles himself from his position - which is just using you as a third pillow - and peaks his head up, squinting his eyes at your phone in the dark. 

Your mom, heinous bitch she is, sent you a text reminding you about all the things you need to do for your dinner with the Gojo’s tomorrow. 

Wear a dress. Make sure it’s appropriate, but enough to keep a guy like Satoru interested. You don’t want your husband running off just because you’re boring him. 

Make sure to wear the wedding ring Satoru gave you, not the engagement. You’re going to look tacky otherwise. 

Fresh flowers, that haven’t bloomed yet. Don’t embarrass me by bringing flowers that’ll die in a day. 

And please don’t leave your hair fully down. It washes you out. 

Satoru glares at the camera, looking up at your face. He finds it hard to read you in situations like this. Because in all honesty, he knows that you hate your parents. But he doesn’t miss the way you act differently when it comes to them. 

Because when you’re mad at Satoru for not picking up Tsumiki on time or at Megumi for not telling you he had a project due tomorrow until nine pm, you get a reasonable amount of mad. Pink in the cheeks, a little bit of scolding, followed by fixing the problem and talking it out. 

But with them you, you don’t really talk about it. And he’s not sure if it’s because he’s not privy to the conversations that you have with them, but for some reason, he thinks there aren’t any. And that you just take it, when it’s them. 

Which he understands. Too well. That’s part of the reason he’s with you, in this bed right now. Cuddled up in your arms, pressing lazy kisses around your shoulder. 

Because his parents asked you to marry him. Because you told him you didn’t mind if he kept his own life outside of it, that you were just doing what you had to do. 

And now that he…loves you, parts of it all make him sad. That you’d take someone telling you what to do - telling you that you don’t look good with your hair down when you look good all the time and that you’re tacky or boring or- 

“Hey. Y/N.” 

“Hm, Satoru?” 

“You know I…love you right? For real?” 

“Yeah. You told me.” 

“But like, for real, okay? Not just because we’re…married or whatever. I actually really, really love you. You’re very pretty and you’re always so good with Megumi and Tsumiki and you’re so good at your job and-” 

You stop him in his tracks by cupping his face in his ands, quirking your head to the side. You lean down and peck at his lips, pressing your fingers into his dimples. 

“I love you too, Satoru but what’s this about?” 

He frowns, placing his head back in your lap as you start running your hands through his white locks of hair, soft to the touch. You can feel his cheeks are warm from his face lying against your bare legs and you can’t help but smile at the fact that he’s blushing. Even after one year of marriage (and eight months of real marriage), he’s still nervous around you. 

“I don’t know. Your mom’s just stupid. You’re not boring or tacky and you look very pretty with your hair down.” 

“Thank you, Toru. For getting so offended on my behalf. But I don’t care, let’s go to bed, yeah?” 

He nods, shuffling the sheets around you as he sprawls across the bed. One thing about Satoru, he has to touch you when he’s sleeping. 

Not in the…dirty way. It could be the coldest night of the year and he has his entire body weight on you, treating you like a stuffed animal he was sleeping with. Or it’s the hottest night of the year and he’s as far away as he can be from you - just placing his hand on your forearm or tangling one of his legs with yours. 

Touchy. Even when he’s asleep. 

After not even five minutes of sleep, you feel a tapping on your nose, your features crinkling up from the sensation. 

“Toru. Quit tickling me.” 

He murmurs back incoherently, tangling around in the sheets as a response. Right. Satoru also sleeps like the walking dead. And he can and will sleep anywhere and everywhere, almost instantly. It’s actually a talent. 

“Um. That wasn’t him.” 

You flutter your eyes open to find Megumi, standing awkwardly at your side. You immediately sit up, clicking on the light as Satoru starts groaning behind you, smacking his hand on the bed to get you to turn the light off. You look over at the clock and realize it’s well past three, meaning Megumi should have been asleep hours ago. 

“Megs. You okay?” 

“Uh, yeah. But Tsumiki, she’s like crying a lot. Usually, what I do works but she just won’t stop.” 

You shake Satoru at your side, his eyes finally fluttering open as he looks at you and Megumi in confusion. 

“Megumi-chan. You better be interrupting our sleep for something good.” 

“Satoru, stop it. Go get Tsumiki. Now. I think she’s crying.” 

Satoru immediately stands up, stalking out of the room as you turn back to Megumi, taking his tiny hands in yours. He looks like he usually does - blank expression on his face, avoiding eye contact, tiredness on his face. 

You wrap one of your hands around his cheek and squeeze, feeling his skin warm under your touch. 

“What do you think happened, Megs?” 

“She had a bad dream. Usually, we kind of just stay with each other till it stops. But, it didn’t really work.” 

“Have you had them while you were here? Or her?” 

“Yeah sometimes.” 

You can feel your heart clench in your chest and you immediately wrap Megumi in your arms, brushing your hands through his soft, black hair. You can still smell the shampoo in his hair from earlier, the fresh smell springing into your nose. They should be coming to you. Not each other. Megumi’s only five. And she’s just seven. 

“Megumi. You know you can come to us about that stuff. Both of you. And you should be because we know how to help you and-” 

You stop talking as Satoru walks into the room, craning your head to the side to survey the situation. Satoru’s carrying Tsumiki in his arms, something he doesn’t do very often, and you can hear her soft sniffles as he places her on the bed between you, rubbing circles into her back. 

You take the cup of water on the nightstand (that Satoru leaves out for you everyday so you can stay hydrated) and hand it to her, directing her to calm her breaths. She’s shaking so hard and her eyes are so pink that she can barely hold the glass, Satoru taking it from her hands and tilting her head up so she can drink it. 

You look over at Megumi, his eyes twitching as he looks at Tsumiki, and you direct him to sit on the bed next to you, right next to Tsumiki and in between you and Satoru. 

You never really know what to do in situations like this. And neither does Satoru. I mean hell, you’re only twenty-three and Satoru’s only twenty-four. And they haven’t been your kids for too long. 

Other parents, the ones who come into your practice, talk about how they know somethings wrong. They can feel it in their gut. Their parental instinct. But you don’t have any of that, especially not with Tsumiki and Megumi. 

And you know it’s not something you can learn and something that just comes from being their parents, but you sincerely wish it was. Because Tsumiki and Megumi deserve to have someone who can read them like that, who knows what’s wrong with them, and talks for them when they don’t know how. And-

Satoru opens up his arms, with Tsumiki crawls into his lap and curls herself up against his chest. She looks so small, barely covering his entire frame as she hiccups into his chest, pushing the back of her hand against his eyes. 

Satoru beckons Megumi to join her and he awkwardly crawls up, the two of them nestled in Satoru’s arms. Maybe you spoke too soon. Because it always seems like Satoru knows what he’s doing. 

“You too, goofy.” 

You roll your eyes as you scoot closer to them, laying your head against Satoru’s shoulders as you start running your hands through Tsumiki’s hair, rubbing soft circles into the small of her back like Satoru was earlier. 

“Hi Miki.” 

“H-hi Y/N.” 

“How you feeling, sweet girl?” 

“O-okay.” 

You soften your hands in her hair, focusing on braiding the ends as you talk, the three of them hanging on to every word you say. 

“Miki, Megs. I know you’ve…been together for a long time. Before me and Satoru came around. And I’m sure you have your own ways of…being there for each other. But, you can let us be there for you too, you know?” 

You feel Tsumiki stiffen under your touch and you pull back, holding the braid in place on your head. 

“I don’t mean to let each other go. You’re siblings and that’s one of the most important relationships you can have. But just know, Satoru and I can be smart sometimes. Well, I can. I don’t really know about him.” 

“Hey.” 

Tsumiki and Megumi laugh, which stops Satoru’s protests all together. It’s working. And Satoru’s jealous of you, because as always, you know the right thing to say. To get them to smile again, tell you what’s wrong. And sure, you’ve always had that effect on Satoru but he loves that you can do it with them too. You’ve clearly got this parenting thing more figured out than him, he thinks. 

“But, we can help you too, you know? I’m a big girl. I can deal with whatever you give me.” 

Tsumiki turns to the side, crawling out of Satoru’s lap as she crawls into yours, squeezing herself in your arms. 

“Th-thanks, Y/N. But maybe not right now?” 

“Whenever you want, okay? Let’s just go to bed now, it’s late.” 

“Can I sleep with you, Y/N? And Satoru?” 

Satoru leans forward, squeezing Tsumiki’s hand in hers as he nods, opening up the covers for her. Megumi awkwardly looks between you and Satoru and you catch on fast, signaling for him to join you under the covers as well. The four of you are squished together, Tsumiki clinging on to you and Megumi clinging on to Satoru. 

They both fall asleep fast and you give a weary look to Satoru in the dark, which he returns with a smile. 

- 

You hate leaving at a time like this. And you hate your parents and even Gojo’s parents for making you come to a stupid dinner like this. 

Your kids, that they don’t know about, need you. You had tried your best to make Tsumiki comfortable, making her a stack of warm, strawberry pancakes and letting her pick what you guys ate for lunch. 

And when you had to leave her with Nanami and Shoko to go see the Gojo’s, you swear you could feel your heart clench at the thought of leaving her. And Megumi. And of the two of them being uncomfortable without you there. 

You could tell from the look in Satoru’s eyes that he shared your sentiments, his gaze weary as he said goodbye, lingering by the door until you two really had to leave. And then you both made your trek to the Gojo Estate. 

And god do you hate it here. In all but ten minutes of dinner, your mother, assfucking clown she was, had already found ten different things to pick on. 

Your hair has split ends, you should cut it. 

You should slow down on the food. 

You could have worn a more flattering color. 

Every spiky comment she makes, Satoru squeezes his hand in yours under the table, grounding you in the moment. If it wasn’t for him and the soft looks he was giving you every few minutes, you’re sure you would have broken the centerpiece in the middle of the table by now. 

“Say, Y/N, Satoru.” 

You look up to find Mr. Gojo beaming at you, the smile not meeting his eyes. You can feel Satoru’s hand tense in yours under the table and you know it’s your turn to protect him from his dad. 

“Did you start trying for kids?” 

“Dad.” 

“What, Satoru? It’s an important question. You guys have been married for a year now and surely there’s no better time than now to start trying.” 

You can feel your mouth dry at the thought. Kids. Kids of your own. Like, a crying, pooping baby - half parts you and half parts Satoru. 

How in the world could they think you were ready for that? Because in all honesty, Satoru’s your husband in name but he feels like your boyfriend. 

You’ve been together for eight months. You haven’t gone on a vacation together or met his college best friend and you don’t know what his favorite smoothie flavor is or what the first car he drove was and they want you to start popping out kids? 

You and Satoru aren’t ready for kids. And really, you already have two kids. That need you right now. And you have all the time in the world to have more and you really, really just like things the way they are. For now, and-

“They’ll get working on it.” 

You feel your eyes boggle out of your head as you crane your neck to look at your mom, a self-assured smile placed on her face. She can’t really be serious, can she? 

“Oh, how sweet! A grandchild. Oh, I do hope it’s a boy. So we can pass on the Gojo name and all.” 

It’s Satoru’s turn to glare at his mother and you’re sure that he has the same bitter taste in his mouth as you. Sure, they were the reason you guys got married but they had no right to treat you guys like this. Like you were put together to make some offspring for them to fawn over. 

“Although, I wouldn’t mind a girl. Boys can be rowdy and insensitive.” says Mr. Gojo, a matter-of-fact tone in his words. 

“That’s not true. Boys can be sensitive too. You just have to raise them right.” you respond, muttering the words under your breath. 

Megumi’s sweet and sensitive. He always avoids stomping on flowers growing out of the cracks of the cement and he always writes cards for his teachers on holiday’s and always says please and thank you after every little thing you and Satoru do for him, even if it is under his breath. 

“Well, I hope it’s a boy. Girls come with attitude.” your dad responds, the implication in his tone clear. 

“No daughter of ours would take back-handed comments like that.” 

Because Tsumiki’s never done that. Because Satoru remembers the day someone tried to pick on her in her class and all she did was calmly respond. Stand her ground, surely but firmly. Something he’s sure that she learned from you. And to think someone could dismiss that off as attitude is so fucking-

You squeeze Satoru’s hand under the table, signaling him to stop. Because he’s being rude. Because he shouldn’t talk back to your father even if he’s wrong and-

“Satoru. Stop.” you whisper, awkwardly eyeing the four of them as he deflates. 

The four of you awkwardly sit in silence, the forks clicking against the plates. Satoru’s crushing your hand into oblivion under the table and you can see that he’s agitated from the way his shoulders are all scrunched up. And when his dad talks next, he really can’t hold it in anymore. 

“Satoru, son. All you have to do take her to bed one time to pass on the Gojo na-” 

Satoru smacks his fist against the table, the glassware making a loud noise against the surface. You look over to find Satoru smoldering, the way he often did when he was near his dad. 

“Don’t talk about my wife like that. She’s not some thing for you to use. You can try that shit on anyone else but you know damn well I’m not letting you do it to her.”

Mrs. Gojo’s features scrunch up in frustration, a pinched look on her face as she starts massaging the bridge of her nose. Satoru stands up, pulling you up with him as he stomps out, dragging you out with him. 

- 

You two drive in silence the entire way home. Satoru’s still smoldering in his drivers seat, jaw tight against his skin as he clenches his fists on the steering wheel, knuckles going white. And you’re unsure of what you can say to him to ease it, make him feel better. 

He parks the car in the driveway, leaning his head against the seat to look up through the sunroof, the stars glittering in the sky above you. He makes no motions to get out of the car, the engine and lights still turned on despite the fact that you and Satoru were home. 

“Y/N.” 

“Hm, Satoru?” 

“You-you okay?” 

“What? Yeah. Are you?” 

He doesn’t respond and instead loosens his tie, the fabric hanging from the sides of his collar. 

“I just…hate them. So much. Why would we rush having a child when we aren’t ready? And who are they to talk about you like that? Like all I keep you around for is to bear my children.” 

You’re not sure what to say so you snake your hand into his, leaning over the glove box to lean onto his shoulder. You can feel him deflate under you, leaning his head on top of yours as he presses his hand against your waist, his hands rubbing back and forth on the fabric. 

“Satoru.” 

“Yeah, love?” 

“You feel like my boyfriend, right now. I know you’re my husband but…we’ve only been together for eight months. And I know it’s weird to say but…I’d like to have a kid with you someday just…not now.” 

His hand comes up, angling your face up so you’re looking at him, a big smile spread across his face. You can feel your cheeks burning from the admission and you clench your eyes shut to avoid seeing the teasing look on Satoru’s face. 

“Y/N. You’d want to have kids with me?” 

You nod and Satoru’s face splits into a big smile, his hands shaking in yours. 

“Well, yeah. It would be cute, when the time is right. Megumi and Tsumiki can have a little sibling and it’ll be like…a little us. 

“A little us?” 

“Your nose, my eyes, hopefully all of my looks and none of your annoyingness.” 

“You’re so sweet, Y/N. I don’t know how I ever lucked out with such a charming girl like you.” he responds, sarcasm dripping from his voice. You laugh in response, beaming at him as you talk on. 

“I love you, Satoru. And I’d love to have kids with you but we’re just…we already have two kids and I think they need us right now. They haven’t opened up yet and-” 

“I know, sweet. I agree. Trust me, I’d love nothing more than putting a baby in your right here, right now in this car but-” 

“Pervert.” 

“Why are you so rude? Every word is like a bullet wound in my chest.” 

You lean over, pressing a kiss to his chest as you lean back and glare at him. He smiles at you, a sweet look on his face. 

“What was that for?” 

“You said bullet wound in your chest. I was just kissing your ego better.” 

He leans forward, cupping your face as he kisses you, hanging off the ends of your lips as he squeezes his face in your hands. He pulls apart, pressing kisses all over your face as he talks, his words making your cheeks burn. 

“You’re so-” 

Kiss. 

“Damn cute.” 

Kiss. 

“I hate you sometimes.” 

Kiss. 

“When we have kids, I hope they’re all like you. Pretty eyes, soft hair, snarky attitude. She’ll be so easy to love, all goofy and idiotic like you.” 

“She, Satoru?” 

“Oh, she’s totally going to be a girl. My three girls. You, Tsumiki, and her.” 

“Sounds like you have it all planned out already?” 

“Well, I’m waiting. For when you’re ready and I’m ready and all that. But yeah. I’ve already seen how our entire life is going to play out. You and I are going to grow old together. Sick it to our parents. Have the type of love kids dream about. All that lovey-dovey stuff.” 

You and Satoru, hands pressed together, pad into the dark of the house, slowly climbing up the stairs. When you amble into your bed room, you can hear soft snores in your bed - Tsumiki and Megumi fast asleep under your sheets. There’s a tiny little sticky-note pressed to the light switch, which you and Satoru both squint at. 

They want to sleep with "their parents”. Their words, not ours. - Shoko 

You and Satoru quickly peel out of your clothes and climb under the sheets - Satoru leaning over to press a kiss to all three of your heads before fluttering his own eyes shut. 

And you hate to say it, because all in all the night wasn’t perfect, but you really, really don’t want to let it go. Every part of this night is…sparkling in your mind. Satoru defending you, telling you that he loves you, that he wants to have kids with you. You-

You count yourself lucky. That you don’t have to wonder if Satoru is in love with someone else or what he thinks about you or any other thing. 

Because you know the person he’s waiting on is you. 

- 

the satoru as taylor swift songs series masterlist

taglist: @porridgesblog @platrom @k0z3me @kayleegomez @yihona-san06 @bsenpai @sweetenertea @skzismyhome @mykyoon @violetmatcha​ @rebeccawinters 

[braidlottie]

and i used to believe, no one could love you like i do.

pairing: lottie matthews x gn!reader

summary: having dinner with your estranged mother and girlfriend beside you already sounded like a bad idea to begin with. but like always, your mother still managed to reel you in.

word count: 1.4K

tags: h/c (hurt/comfort), reader has mommy issues, soft!lottie!!!!’!! :((( like very soft and gentle :(, crying, arguing, somewhat happy ending, reader likes spongebob?! possibly self indulgent but everyone can enjoy 🩷

title inspired by voyager by boygenius

also, happy halloween!! 🎃

“you ready, honey?” your girlfriend’s voice bringing you out of your thoughts, her hand ready to ring the doorbell.

“uhh, yeah. i’m just a little nervous.” you wiped the sweat off the back of your neck. you couldn’t figure out why you were sweating in such snowy new york weather. you despised how anxious your mother made you, your heart about to jump out your chest at the sound of her name.

when your mother had called you out of the blue and asked you to have dinner, you were hesitant at first, thinking about the fight that the two of you had last easter that had your family talking for months. but lottie, being the angel she is, came along with you because she knew you needed the support. this isn’t lottie’s first time meeting the woman either. you introduced them to each other a couple months ago when the two of you first got together. your mother thought she was nice, but, she thinks she’s “way too old” for you.

“i got you, baby. i’ll be next to you this whole time, okay?”

*****

“what’s that?”

“um- a cake. i made it for you.” you smiled nervously at your mother, trying to hand it to her. “well, don’t just stand there, put it on the table. dinner’s ready, anyways.”

lottie watched the awkward and somewhat harsh interaction, a smile playing on her lips when she stuck her hand out to your mother.

“lottie, right?” it was your turn to watch this unpleasant exchange between the most important women in your life. “charlotte, actually.” lottie corrected, pursing her lips. it was silent for a while, just the sound of silverware clanging together while you were setting the table.

“hasn’t been giving you any trouble lately, i hope?” you saw your mother look back at you in the corner of your eye and lottie smiled back, trying to keep the mood light. “no, we’re just fine, thank you.”

“mom, i thought dinner was ready-”

“yeah. it is. i was just waiting for you to set the damn table.” she laughed to herself walking into the kitchen for the dish. you sat down with a huff, staring at the painting on the wall across from you. you just wanted it to be over. lottie sat in the chair next to you, taking your hand in hers and kissing it softly.

“okay, let’s eat.”

*****

“the food was fabulous.” lottie finally broke the silence. she wiped her mouth with her napkin, folding it up nicely next to her plate. “did you enjoy it, honey?” lottie put a loving hand on your shoulder. she knew you didn’t. it was spaghetti. you HATED spaghetti. ever since you were a little kid, you always shook your head at it.

you took the last sip of your beer and shrugged. “yeah, it was pretty good.” you spoke in a monotone voice, twirling your fork around in the half eaten noodles. you forced yourself to eat some, not wanting to start another unwanted fight with your mother.

“well, it looks like it wasn’t. you barely ate any of it.” she sipped her wine, shooting you a look. “yeah, because i don’t like spaghetti, mom.”

“what the hell? you loved spaghetti. it was your favorite.”

“no, i only ate it so you wouldn’t say i’m ungrateful, like you always do.”

“yeah! because you are.” your mother dropped her fork in anger, you felt the same when the unexpected sound made lottie jump.

“oh jesus christ-”

“i gave you a roof over your head, food, clothes on your back and shoes on your feet, and you act like this. so yes, that is why i say you’re ungrateful.” the women counted examples on her hand.

“that’s basic things a mother is supposed to do for their child, mom! i just wanted you to-”you clenched your jaw, trying not to let your emotions get the best of you.

“i just wanted you to reason with me. i just want to have a regular relationship with you, but you make it so difficult.”

“you’re the one making it difficult, y/n! you’re dating someone half your age, and no offense to you lottie, but y/n does not need to be in a relationship with you-”

“you can talk about me all you want, but leave my girlfriend out of it. i’m an adult, mom. okay? this is MY relationship, i don’t need any fucking body telling me that it’s wrong! because it’s not! we love each other, and you’re just upset that i’m happy.” you shot up out of your seat. lottie had never seen you so angry, she could’ve swore she saw steam coming out of your ears.

“get the hell out of my house.” your mother stood up now. “NOW. and don’t even think about coming back here without an apology.”

“not this time. i’m so sick of forgiving you and forgiving you and you end up doing the same thing i forgave you for each time.” you walked to the front door, grabbing your coat and beanie. “hope you like the cake.” you slammed the door with all your might, knocking a frame off the wall in the process and hearing it shatter from inside the house. lottie watched you walk back to her car in the blistering cold through the window, not sharing a word with your mother. she just grabbed her belongings and gave her one last look of disapproval. this time, the door was shut with a creek.

*****

lottie turned the heat on full blast, warming up the freezing car at a red light. she knew you were freezing, so was she. “you wanna go get something, sweetheart? a hot chocolate, maybe?” you shook your head and leaned closer to the window, resting your forehead on it. lottie was trying her best to cheer you up, but you just wanted to get home already so you could spend the rest of your night sulking in bed. the older woman sighed and pressed the gas, the green light glowing into the dark car. the snow had started back up, but it was light, making it okay for lottie to drive in.

the silence in the car was so loud, the two of you reliving the moments with your mother, but also trying to forget it at the same time. lottie had finally turned down her street, passing all the cars covered from roof to tire in snow. the car hummed gently as lottie parked it, chiming because she was too close to the curb.

the keys jingled in her hand when she turned off the ignition. “give me a hug, baby.” her voice scratchy, unbuckled your seatbelt, allowing you to crawl over the gear stick and into her lap. she slipped your beanie off, feeling your cold nose on her neck and how you trembled in her touch.

she kissed your temple, all that she was doing made the dam finally break behind your eyes. lottie watched you take a deep inhale, your face crumpling up and a sob fall from your mouth. “oh, my angel…” she trailed, just letting you cry it out.

lottie never wanted to say it in front of you, but she hated your mother. she hated the way she treated you. she didn’t even think you were her child because of how kind and caring you were. the two of you were the exact opposite. snow covered the windshield, your sobs muffled in lottie’s coat. you took your head out for some air, turning away from lottie. you looked into the gray night sky, resting your throbbing head on lottie’s shoulder. “i’m sorry.” you sniffled.

“don’t you dare ever apologize for something like that, you hear me? look at me,” she held you up by your arms, looking straight into your sad little eyes. “none of that was your fault, honey.” lottie wiped your cheeks, almost wanting to cry as well. you mirrored her nodded and she pulled you in for another hug. “let’s get inside and warm up, and i’ll put on a movie, okay? what do you wanna watch, darling?” the two of you got out of the car, your wet cheeks already freezing from the cold. “..spongebob.” mist came from your mouth, and did the same to lottie, when she chuckled lovingly at your answer.

“spongebob it is. let’s go sweetheart.” she held your hand, walking up the front yard to the door, kissing you reassuringly before you went in.

[gracies-baby]

Hiiii!!!

Can I request a fan fic with Gracie Abrams x female reader. The reader is a 20 year old actress. She is also a YouTuber. She is making a car video with her girlfriend Gracie. In the video they keep sharing their foods to the other. The video goes viral for the cute couple feeding each other and being all lovey dovey throughout the video. You can come up with the concept of the video itself. Just make it really fluffy and adorable.

Thank you so much for the request!

Car Taste Test

(Gracie Abrams x Reader)

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"Hey guys! Today we have my wife, Gracie Abrams joining us!" Y/n speaks to her camera as she sits in the passenger seat of her girlfriend's car.

"Not wife yet. Soon though" Gracie replies, parking the car in the parking lot of the restaurant.

"Yeah? How soon?" Y/n asks, giggling as she leans closer to her girlfriend.

"Very soon" Gracie quickly pecks her lips before pulling away, thanking the fast food worker that brings them their food before the worker walks away.

"Alright. So. We're just doing a little vlog today and there's a new restaurant that we wanted to try. So that's where we are right now" Y/n says as she watches Gracie did through the bag of food that was handed to her.

"Do you wanna try the chicken, beef or fish first?" Gracie asks her girlfriend as she pulls out the food.

"You choose first and I'll try after you. Gracie's my taste tester if you guys didn't know. If I haven't tried something, Gracie tells me if it's good or not" Y/n tells the camera before she feels her girlfriend arm wrap around her shoulder, pulling her closer.

"That's because you're such a picky eater" Gracie replies, kissing her girlfriend's cheek.

"You know, when she first had dinner with my family, they didn't know she didn't like corn and Y/n didn't wanna be rude so she ate the entire plate. Then she spent the whole car ride home trying not to throw up" Gracie tells the story as Y/n groans.

"Your parents are so nice! I didn't wanna make a bad first impression. And they're such good cooks.. you know, apart from the corn" Y/n scrunches her face up at the thought of the vegetable as Gracie takes a fork full of the chicken.

"Okay, this is really fucking good. Come here babe" Gracie tells her girlfriend as she puts more chicken on the fork and puts it in Y/n's mouth, watching as Y/n moans at the taste.

"Alright, you gotta edit that part out. That sounds for my ears only" Gracie tells her girlfriend with a smile, half joking.

"Come here" Y/n replies, pulling her girlfriend closer to her before putting her mouth against her ear, letting out a soft, quiet moan of Gracie's name.

"Babe! The cameras on!" Gracie exclaims as she laughs with a blush on her face. Y/n laughs in reply as she picks up the ice cream that they ordered.

"Oh, so you'll try the ice cream but not the actual food?" Gracie asks with a grin.

"Yeah, you want some?" Y/n asks, eating a spoonful before putting another one in front of her girlfriend's lips, watching as she eats the ice cream off the spoon.

"Babe, you should cut your hair" Y/n tells her girlfriend suddenly as Gracie looks at her confused.

"Where did that come from? I thought you liked my hair"

"I do! But you would look so cute with short hair. Like shoulder length" Y/n replies, moving her hand to play with her girlfriend's hair.

"I thought I was already cute?" Gracie asks, putting on an adorable pout.

"You are! You're so fucking adorable!" Y/n replies, squishing her girlfriend's cheeks and pressing a soft kiss against her lips.

"You do realise we're giving the fans months worth of content, right?" Gracie asks pulling her girlfriend closer.

"Yeah, but it's fine. They deserve it" Y/n replies, placing another kiss on Gracie's lips.

"Oh wait! We need to get Weenie more treats!" Y/n remembers, telling her girlfriend to drive to the pet store.

"Also, I know I said that food was good but it was actually kinda shit. We need to go somewhere else" Y/n continues as she stares at the road.

"Yeah, I was gonna say that" Gracie agrees.

"You said it was good!"

"Yeah, if I said it was bad then you wouldn't have tried it. I'm helping you try more things" Gracie replies.

"Aww, you're so cute! I love you so fucking much!" Gracie parks the car outside the pet store before stepping out the car.

"Do you wanna wait in the car?"

"Yeah, you won't be long, right?" Y/n replies.

"I'll just be a few minutes" Gracie says before walking inside the pet store.

"Alright, I guess while Gracie's gone, I'll answer some of the comments from the last video" Y/n tells the camera as she picks up her phone and goes to her comment section.

"How did you and Gracie meet? We met when I was in college. I was in the same class as Audrey, if you guys don't know, Audrey is Gracie's best friend. Audrey invited me over because she thought Gracie and I would get along. And look at us now!" Y/n giggles before moving onto another question.

"Is Gracie actually good at baking? Guys, she is so fucking amazing, she could actually sell them at bakeries. The first time I had one of her cakes was when she made one for me on our first anniversary. And she made my favourite and I didn't think she would remember what it was because I only mentioned it once like a month into our relationship" Y/n gushes only to stop when the car door opens.

"Alright, where do you wanna eat?" Gracie asks, turning on the car.

"I dunno, where do you wanna go?"

"Please not this again. We do this every time!" Gracie replies with a laugh.

"Fine! I want ramen" Y/n says as she watches her girlfriend begin to drive to the noodle shop. When they arrive, Gracie goes in to order while Y/n waits in the car. Gracie sits back in her seat, taking Y/n's noodles out and handing it to her.

"You wanna try some?" Gracie asks, holding her fork with her own noodles on it up to her girlfriend's mouth, causing Y/n to put them in her mouth.

"Wait babe, come here, you got something on your mouth" Gracie tells her as Y/n comes closer to her, watching as Gracie goes to wipe her lip only to connect their lips instead, causing Y/n to giggle into the kiss.

[agattthaa]

Attached

Paring: Walter/Vyxaria

Word count: 1.187

Summary: Vyxaria really was a demon different from the rest. She could feel. She could get attached. Maybe, she did.

Rating: T

Tagging: @rc-catalog

-So, this is what you meant by dates?

Walter had that pathetic smile on his face as he settled another plate on the small coffee table and that only made Vyxaria’s frown grow bigger. That was all too confusing.

Dates were supposed to be outside. They should've dressed up and gone to a nice restaurant and he should've paid her an overly expensive dish that she wouldn't even enjoy very much.

Still, that was how it was supposed to go. That's why she had dressed up and put on a pair of high hills and waited patiently for him to go get her. That was before he texted her saying that everything was ready. In complete confusion about what was ready, she walked to his apartment, her confusion only growing bigger when she stormed in without knocking and saw his apartment.

Only the kitchen light was on, and Walter stood behind his counter, fixing something on a plate and giving a gigantic smile when he saw her.

The living room was illuminated by a couple of plastic candles and a thick blanket held a sleepy Seaweed and she couldn't help but notice that although the text he had just sent said otherwise, he was still on his gray sweatpants and shirt.

Well, she could wait while he finished whatever he was doing and got dressed up.

Only after he placed four different dishes in front of the coffee table she noticed they weren't going anywhere. So now she watched as he placed even more things in front of her. This was not what a date was. At least not a type of date she knew.

Her question didn't offend him, as it never did. Her curiosity was always amusing to him, like he himself was too seeing his world for the first time through her eyes. He actually looked pleased as he watched her gaze switching between all the different kinds of things he placed in front of her.

-We agreed to start small, casual. I thought it was a good idea to stay home, eat some delicious food and watch a move. Will you be comfortable in this dress? I can wait while you go home and change.

She simply sighed, looking again at the small banquet he had placed in front of her and wondering how long it must have taken him to make every single one of those dishes. For her. So she simply sighed again, kicking her heels away and looking back at him.

-Just give me my shirt back.

It was almost like he was expecting for such request, because just as she finished saying it, he got into his bedroom, coming back too quickly for the shirt to be mixed somewhere inside his wardrobe. He handed the shirt to her, turning around as quickly as humanly, or sirenly, as possible when she started taking off the red dress to put on the shirt.

It smelled like him now.

Not a thought she should delve on. It was his house, everything smelled like him. It was no big deal.

But it was a weird feeling. One that she didn't have when she took the shirt for the first time. He was right, she did feel, she did get attached, she did get attached to him.

Not that she would say it or anything.

But she threw herself on the middle of his couch anyway, seeing his smile as he reached for a weird machine on the middle of his counter and took it to the living room, placing it right in the middle of the table and sitting down on her side.

-What is this? Why does it smell like cheese too?

-That's a fondue machine, we put the cheese inside it and then it melts, so we can dip things inside. Try sticking that little fork on the toast and dipping it inside the melted cheese.

The idea of sticking a ton of different things inside the same bow of melted cheese was not appealing at all to her. But once again, she let herself be convinced by the excitement and pure and genuine happiness he felt whenever she indulged him.

It has to be some sort of siren power that somehow, also works on her.

So, she did what he wished. Taking the smallest piece of toast and dipping it on the melted cheese.

It was surprisingly better than she thought it would be.

-So?

-It 's good. But the square thing the other day was better.

He smiled wider, more to himself than for her, pushing the table closer to the couch, and turning on the tv.

Vyxaria had seen a lot of those televisions ever since she came into this world. There was a normal one on Vincent's apartment, a bigger one on Threxias's place that would soon be smashed with the biggest hammer Vyxaria could find, and a gigantic one on Ava's place.

There wasn't anything amusing about the television or about the “movie” that Walter had picked, although he seemed to be really enjoying seeing all those people running around doing something that Vyxaria wasn't paying enough attention to understand.

But she didn't want him to think she was bored, even though she was. Television was never something to amuse her in this world just as the bards didn't amuse her in her own home world. So she focused on rating the appearance of all the small people on the box, a game that lasted very little, but long enough for the other resident of the house to wake up.

Seaweed seemed to be even more pleased with her presence than Walter himself. The cat started to purr loudly, rubbing himself against her leg and waiting for affection.

Surprising even herself, Vyxaria turned her entire attention to the cat on her side. What did the creature wanted from her that much to try to win her though affection?

-Why does it do that? What does it want from me?

Walter, who had been watching the entire scene with the brightness and most stupid smile on his face simply answered.

-He doesn't want anything from you, he likes you, so he gives you affection.

He said it with such naturally that it started to make sense to Vyxaria too. Of course it made sense to want to be close with things one liked, even though the little creature had no reason to hold affection for her at all. But it did make sense.

To want to give affection to someone you liked. It wasn't a big deal. It was just like that. Feeling. Getting attached.

It didn't have to be a big deal.

So she scooted closer to Walter, resting her head against his shoulder. She didn't need to look at him to know that he was smiling and it was better that he wasn't looking at her when she gave a small smile when he hugged her by the shoulder.

It was different. It was unknown. But the warm feeling that he always brought to her chest, that was good. That was worth getting attached to.

[givehimthemedicine]

🧇 Eggos as a symbol of M*leven: an analysis

El Loves Eggos is a running thing throughout the show and I want to look at where that actually came from.

does she, Michael?

because here's what it looks like when El tastes an Eggo for the first time. here's the moment of origin!!! drumroll!!!:

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Eggos are first established as a Mike thing. he's absolutely wolfing them down at the breakfast table, to the point where Nancy and Karen are both giving him weird looks. they don't know he's doing that because he's eager to go check on the feral child camping in his basement, and might both just mistake this as a sudden unexplained enthusiasm for Eggos.

I really wanted to see whether the whole family was eating Eggos or just Mike, but the scene is shot so that you can't see what's on Ted's or Karen's plates. Nancy might also have an Eggo, which she's eating with a fork and knife to let us know she's repressed and also in a doomed relationship.

then Mike hurries downstairs to give one to El and we get this non-reaction that launched a thousand toaster levers.

what part of this reaction should warrant Eggos becoming her whole thing? because if she didn't "!!!!" over her first one, why would she with subsequent ones offscreen?

Mike has no inkling at this point that she likes Eggos, because.. she doesn't. At least she's given no indication that she does.

I don't know if El has ever especially liked the taste of Eggos. I think what she likes about them is Mike. also as far as she knows, they're are a major pillar of a regular people diet. to her, they're a connection to Mike and by extension to the normalcy, safety, and love that she craves.

Next, El shoplifts the Eggos. out of a whole store of options. doesn't that prove she thinks they're delicious? not necessarily. I think it's just because she latched onto the only familiar thing she saw.

she clearly didn't come in here looking for them specifically, she's just hungry and she can tell this building is where food comes from, but she gets in there and is a bit lost because none of this stuff is recognizable as food to her. between Mike and Benny and the lab, she's probably never seen prepackaged foods and doesn't know what to pick, not to mention she literally doesn't have any preferences anyway. she's wandering rather aimlessly until she sees the picture of Eggos by chance and thinks "hey!! those are the yellow circles I ate before!"

side note: notice just to the left of the Eggos she takes, is an alternate blueberry flavor. El has no reason to choose the default yellow out of familiarity because she's never seen what package they come in at all. she didn't even know they were called Eggos, or that they are a frozen product, she just spotted a picture that looked familiar. the actual Eggos pictured on the boxes don't even really look different. did she just choose the kind with the word "home" on the box? :(

she eats her stolen Eggos in the woods, probably not understanding why they're not very good, because she doesn't know they need to be toasted. she's not having a good time. these are the first Eggos she's acquired on her own without Mike providing them, but as she sits there eating them, and missing Mike and all that he represents, she hears him calling her in the distance, reinforcing the Mike-Eggo link.

also wait, I see 4 boxes open, at 8 apiece, is this at a minimum her TWENTY FIFTH dry frozen Eggo she's eating right now?? my poor baby's gonna have tummy trouble in the upside down

remember right before this, Mike and Dustin saw the grocery store with the shattered door and the cops out front and realized it must be El's work? most likely after Mike got El home, he would have asked her what had happened there, and maybe she could have been in a rare mood to actually answer a direct question. Mike, not knowing her real reasons, could only have been like "whoa, you must really love Eggos!" and El, not yet knowing how to evaluate her own likes and dislikes, might have thought, "huh, yeah, I must."

that's what must have happened because the next thing on the Eggo timeline is Mike telling Nancy that El REALLY likes them, despite El never having given any other indication. nobody's even mentioned Eggos for a few episodes as far as I can remember.

Then, when she asks for them, thinking she loves them now, he calls them "not real food". hmm

this is the first (only?) time El mentions Eggos by name. Mike never told her what they were called - she found out for herself at the grocery store. interestingly, much of this scene is of Mike struggling to put a name on romantic attraction or even distinguish it from platonic or familial relationships.

you know how he just gave her the Eggo without explaining what it was or asking if she wanted it first, and without any frame of reference she kinda just assumed she liked it?

I don't see any reason why El would already know what a kiss is or what it means. she lacks the life experience to process whether she's really into this or just thinks she is because... well, Mike seems into it, and he's easily the least abusive interpersonal relationship she's had so far, and he represents normalcy and safety and home, and she's always wanted to be loved and this feels like something to do with that, so... smile??

now believing her to be the world's biggest fan, Mike comforts a distressed El with visions of a future with unlimited Eggos. we know Mike likes feeling needed, in fact he equates it with love itself, so I can see him absolutely eating up the idea of being El's Eggo-provider.

in the same sentence, he re-offers the Snow Ball thing he was talking about earlier when he kissed her. this links Eggos with M*leven, and the idea of him loving her.

then she takes out the demogorgon and disappears to the upside down.

Hopper, too, must discover her apparent love of Eggos when he responds to the shoplift call and the store manager tells him that's all the bald kid stole. so that's what he leaves for her in the woods.

but to El, Eggos are a Mike thing. she doesn't know anyone else knows that she likes them. so she finds this mysterious box with Eggos in the woods - the woods, where Mike found her originally. the woods, where she sat eating Eggos and heard Mike calling to her, and practically the last thing he ever did was promise her Eggos... what can she think but that Mike left them? that after all this time out here cold and scared and alone, that Mike is still looking for her? that there's still hope for her to have a home and be loved?

she stakes out the box and discovers the Eggo-provider to be Hopper, not Mike. that's disappointing, but she reveals herself anyway because she's been Bear Gryllsing out here for I think at least a few weeks in that Nancy dress and she's pretty over it.

Hopper buys her Eggos as a regular treat when they live in the cabin, not knowing she likes them mainly because they're a reminder of the proto-relationship she's desperate to get back to.

they're Hopper's go-to bribe when she isn't speaking to him. it's a strong motivator because she's been stuck in this cabin for like a year dying a slow death of isolation and FOMO. even if she's mad at the new provider, she can't bear to miss out on the Eggos because of what they represent.

it's also what Hopper takes away as punishment, along with the TV, for her sneaking out. these are both indirect ways of taking away Mike (she uses the TV for static to go see him in the void) who she's already upset about having missed out on, because she saw him with Max and thinks she's taken him away, too.

also Hopper's being a dick and threatening to send her back to the lab and stuff, so thinking she has no one left in the world who loves her, she runs away to find her mom and start the life that should've been hers in the first place.

Hopper checks in eventually to apologize and remind her that Eggos aren't real food. she isn't home to hear it.

here she is stealing something to eat from the convenience store with Kali's gang. she takes an apple but then spots the Eggos and decides she'd rather have that than fruit, so again, she was not seeking them out. she would've made a beeline for the freezer section if she was.

this time, she gets sidetracked and doesn't actually leave the store with them. they don't seem quite as important as before.

El spends most of season 2 forcibly and unhappily separated from Mike, which yields probably the Eggo-heaviest season as she clings to them as a connection to their relationship.

she then spends most of 3 separated from Mike as well, except this time by her own choice, happily, and wouldn't you know it, the season is a pretty dry spell for Eggo references. she's having the time of her life hanging out with Max and learning about herself, and doesn't miss the relationship.

she uses this freezer's hum to go void-watching, and oh, what's this? a row of Aunt Jemima brand frozen waffles encroaching on the Eggo display? she's branching out. there's more to life than stupid Eggos.

the party uses and eats and loots anything they wanted from this store, and this is her best ever opportunity to steal some sweet sweet yellow circles. in fact, she's sitting in front of the exact freezer where she grabbed all her little arms could carry in season 1. the coast is totally clear, and there are even more in stock now.

she doesn't even touch one box.

season 4 starts off with this Mike toaster shot paralleling the one in season 1 for what other reason than to Eggo-bait us?

Mike's outwardly eager to get on with his spring break trip and go see El, but the fact we're prominently shown him toasting two pop tarts instead of Eggos hints at a different goal he may or may not be aware of. I don't mean this to be a byler post, but I know that's what yall are going to say and it could sure work for that, but at a minimum it hints that Mike's true priorities are drifting from his relationship with El. Mike is also allowed to realize there's more to life than stupid Eggos.

oo look who's learning about other breakfast foods on her own and isn't so concerned with Mike's approval

after the rink-o-mania incident, things are weird between El and Mike and he makes her Eggos as a peace offering. it should be a cute sentimental gesture but also kinda feels a little damning that El Likes Eggos is still basically the only thing he knows about her after how long they've known each other.

the presence of Eggos in the house means that Joyce is keeping them in stock for El, who's been back on her bullshit since ten seconds before she left Hawkins. although to what degree I don't know, it depends how aware she is that she's lying to herself. either she's going through 2 packs a day keeping this relationship alive with lies and desperation, or there's been one box in the freezer awhile growing ice crystals. not sure.

either way, right now she's pissed off and doesn't want them. she never really liked Eggos, but now she's gone too long without getting what they represented, and doesn't even want that anymore.

also what kind of sociopath pours syrup on someone else's Eggos an undetermined amount of time in advance and lets it get all soggy. you gotta do that yourself so it's fresh and you control your own destiny/syrup distribution. are they sitting in a giant puddle of syrup?? boy, how do you mess up EGGOS. this on its own is a dumpable offense.

Mike's idea of El is still "haha Eggo go in, superhero come out" and he looks at them like he just doesn't understand why it's not working. so he tries again like smoothing out a wrinkly dollar bill and trying it in the vending machine again. he brings her the soggy symbolic Eggos she already didn't want when they were fresh.

she doesn't look at them. it's over.

I really believe their relationship doesn't survive this scene.

if this scene went on longer it would've been Mike picking up an Eggo and gently smushing it against her mouth with concern while she stares at him like

also notice Mike isn't having Eggos for breakfast. he and Will are having eggs and toast (real food). he only made Eggos (not real food) for her. he's trying to give El something he doesn't really even want himself.

also what do you wanna bet Will got that syrup out for himself and Mike to put on their eggs and then Mike didn't take any and put it on El's Eggos instead.

Anyway, post fight-or-possible-breakup, El ends up at this diner with Owens. she has to have discovered a second kind of food that she likes by this point in her life, but she peers at a menu on the wall for a moment and recognizes something familiar, a lot like at the grocery store, and orders "waffles, please." she is, after all, in a pretty scary situation here - arrested, dragged off in handcuffs, federally kidnapped in the middle of the desert, and put sorta back in custody of her lifelong abusers. she kinda broke up with Mike, but it's still her habit to look for the comfort of familiarity.

on the surface it's worth a chuckle because El Loves Eggos and waffles are the closest thing to Eggos you can order at a restaurant. but also it's the first time she's ever gone off-brand, isn't it?

waffles are the real food that Eggos are a junk imitation of. she wants real love, and symbolically, this is her letting go of her notion of Mike being her only option for that.

five seconds later she chooses to immediately embark on her self-discovery journey which she's been clearly warned may result in her never seeing her friends again.

she doesn't stay for the waffles at all. showing that not only has she left Mike behind, but romance, period, is not her priority at this time.

later at Surfer Boy we see what it looks like, by the way, when El really does like the taste of something. here's the !!! reaction I've been attributing to Eggos that never actually happened.

Mike is there to scowl and insist that pineapple on pizza is both insane and blasphemous. El knows how to like what she likes now, and she (on a good-natured level of course) couldn't give less of a shit whether he approves. in fact she tries to force feed it to him. the growth.

ps, she was about to codify their breakup before they got pizzablocked.

Mike then lies and says he loves her at emotional gunpoint, killing Max and causing the apocalypse and stuff so the vibes get weird again.

El doesn't talk to him at all after that. and Mike makes no effort to stay near her on the approach to Hopper's cabin, which he should realize is an emotional moment for her.

our final Eggo reference is this old box in the destroyed cabin, looking like a relic of the past. Nancy finds some cleaning supplies and everybody starts sweeping and picking up trash.

i'm livid that it happens just out of frame but we end the season on El STUFFING THE EGGO BOX IN HER TRASH BAG oHOHOHO CHEF KISS

~ Fin ~ 🧇🦴

[wierdpersonononelikes]

Don't leave me (Brienne of Tarth x fem reader)

“Ugh i hate having night duty” night duty was the worst i always hated it there is only a few times where I like being outside, i love when Brienne is out here with me she is the one that makes me like being out here she is so pretty but she is in love with someone else even though some people still hate him i guess she loves him how I wish to be that man ughh, but as soon as I keep walking near the gate I heard two people two very familiar voices getting closer I saw Brienne and Jaime but jaime was on a horse like if he was leaving but before riding off, Jaime tells Brienne "You think I'm a good man? I pushed a boy out a tower window and crippled him for life, for Cersei. I strangled my cousin with my own hands justice in to get back to Cersei. I would've murdered every man, woman, and child in Riverrun for Cersei. She's hateful. And so am I.” I stayed looking at them. Yes, my heart broke because from what it looked like, Brienne and him had spent most of the night together, but that did matter. I just felt bad for her, but that is when I heard her say, "You're not like your sister - you're better than her. You're a good man. You don't need to die with her. He mounts his horse and rides away, leaving Brienne in tears behind him. (from what I remember that is how it happened if it happened like that imagine that part but How it actually happened) I froze I wanted to hug her I felt bad but I also wanted to scream how foolish I was I thinking I would have a chance with her tears start to fall from my face I just couldn’t stop them but when I realized she was moving I tried to pretend like nothing happened wiping my tears she looks at me I look at her she looks devastated knowing what just happened how is she not “ser Brienne are you okay” I asked knowing that she wouldn’t answer we weren’t that close we did talk but she would never let me get that close and hurted knowing that I would never be able to with her “nothing happened just taking a walk and thinking about some of the things that have happened” I stare I felt tears coming but I was able to stop them I wouldn’t want her to know what I know “should go to your room it getting colder and we don’t want one of our best fighters to get sick” I tighten the blanket the she had and squeezed her shoulds giving her a simile “I will” she said staring at my eyes “have a great rest of your night Ser Brienne” as soon she turn to the corner I started to breath again I didn’t realize I stoped breathing I stare at the stars and waited. (time skip because I need to work but I’m doing this instead) It was finally morning I wasn’t tired so I went to eat breakfast and saw Brrienne so I went to sit with her, put my breakfast on the table and sat in front of her she looked up and saw “good morning Ser Brienne” “good morning“ she mumbled I sat down and started to eat “wait aren’t you supposed to be sleeping” I stared at her for a bit “yeah but that was my last night duty so i'm not tired” she stared at me she tighten the grip of her fork and slammed it “well I hope you don’t fall asleep during training” I smiled at her as I put a piece of food in my mouth and said “you don’t have to worry about me” and smiled it is hard try to make her feel better after what happened yesterday night, but she just rolled her eyes I hope I can make her feel better (time skip because I am supposed to be doing work) it was good to be close to her during raining I can have an eye on her and how she is doing i hope she can get better soon from her herat being broken… where is she… fuck I was just looking at her right now.

End of POV

Brienne’s POV

After hard training and holding my feelings I can let them out. I hate this. Why am I falling in love with someone that we are going to war in the next couple of days, months. I hate him but I love him at the same time.(Day 2) There is something wrong with Y/n I feel like she is trying to cheer me up but it feels like she knows ugh i hate this, i start to hear footsteps getting near gives me sometime to wipe my tears and sit down looking at the lake “uh Brienne is that you” Y/n what is she doing here “yeah it’s me don’t worry” what the heck I is she following me ever since when she saw me last night I feel like she is following me “Brienne I need to tell you something” “what is it” please tell me that you didn’t saw or heard anything from last night please “so last night-” I knew it shit what I’m going to do how do I tell why her “I heard and saw something I think You know what it is”I felt tears start running down my tears…

End of POV

Y/n’s POV

“I heard and saw something I think You know what it is” I looked at her face and I see tears “I’m sorry I didn’t me-” “it’s fine can you just leave me alone for while please” I get up start to walk and just see Brienne’s back and I tell her “if you need someone to talk to you can talk to me” I started walking to the camp again I was tired I feel sick but I need to go eat some lunch and go train the wars is starting soon again (time skip day 2 working on this really good progress) night time, I spend all day training because tomorrow morning we take our way to king's landing I really don’t want to go ugh is going to take to long to get to king's landing (let’s make it long even though in the last season it was like in a few minutes they were already there) (Day 3) while looking somewhere to sit I see Brienne sitting alone again so I decide to sit in front of her ‘should I sit next to her… yeah’ I walk up to the table and she looks up and I just simile and she looked down to her plate “so how you are doing” “none of your business” “aww come on Brienne don’t be like that”I said pouting and I laughed she looked at me like mad and I just cleared my throat “Brienne“ “yes” “listen I understand what you are goint through that is why I’m trying to cheer you up” “what you mean that you went through the same thing I am I don’t think you fell for a traitor and when he was being good he left you beause he thinks he is like he sister but he is not” I looked at her tears started to form in my eye I was already broken from what I heard that night because no matter what he did she still would defend him and love “well you think I didn’t went through something like that well let me tell you I try to show that person how much I cared for them, I even tried to show my feelings for them but ignored it and they decided to be with someone I knew that they where youst going to break their heart and I was right but you know what I did I tried to spend my days as normal as posible but still hurts to think about it hurts and you don’t know how that feels at least he spend some time with you." She looked at me and there were tears in my face. I wiped them before getting up “you really don’t know what it feels like when you love someone and they chose someone else” and I left for my room. I took my armor and went to the fire and sat there crying.

End of POV

B.O.T POV

‘Shit what do I do now she left and couldn’t even apologize for what I Said I wish I would haven’t said anything she was just trying to cheer me up but I guess she went through something too’  I ran outside and looked for her and as much as I tried I couldn’t find her I decided to look for her in her room but when I reached her door I heard sobs I wanted to knock the door but I feel like she might not want to talk to me I leave and go to my own just a few rooms pass it  I take my armor and sit by the fireplace ‘I regret everything I said to her I feel like an idiot ugh, I decide to read a book (time skip again this time is because I’m lazy) it was already late I think there shouldn’t be anyone in the baths (I forgot what they are called) I go down looking for the baths place (I that is what I’m calling those things now) when I got there I enter and saw Y/n and she was there sitting there I was going to clear my throat but I saw her moving but when (Day4)  I saw again she was already up I, decided to hide but I don’t know Why I did that but in my tempt to hide I accidentaly knocked something but lucklky I was able to hide

  End Of POV

Y/n POV

While crying in my room I fell asleep when I woke up I decide to go to the bath place when I enter the place was empty which it was good I took my clothes off and went in the water was hot just the way I like it I spend like a few minutes in and I started to think ‘how much I love Brienne but I guess she only has eyes for jaime, which is sad because everything we went through but I guess is my heart’s fault’ I felt tears on my face. I pulled my legs to my chest and sat there, I decide to go in fully to wet my head, I got up and when I was about to down I heard something fall I turn around and I see no one there so I turn to continue my bath (time skip) when I was done I dry myself and left for my room and I saw Brienne standing outside of my room “yes” “uh, I was wondering you where ok” “why do you care, stop bothering me and fuck off” I went inside my room and slammed my door (day 4 actually 6 but im working on it so it counts as 4) layed in my bed tears running down my face ‘what have I done to deserve this’ cried for a long time wich means I cried myself to sleep  (sorry im tired I don’t know what to write) (time skip yeah) it’s and morning we are getting ready to leave I putted my armor on and went to eat breakfast there isn’t to many people awake which I was glad I saw an empty table and went to sit down my back facing the door few moments later I see someone put a plate on the table when I look up I saw Brienne her golden hair that it shines with the sunlight and her blue eyes that when you look at them you can feel the breeze of the ocean but shoke those feelings and just looked at her while sat and started to eat she looks at me and says “what” “well what are you doing here” “eating don’t you see” “yeah I know” “so what you asking” “you know what I’m leaving to get ready” I as I got up she gtrabed my hand and she said “sit down” I saw her face sort of mad angry I don’t know is that face that she mades to scare everyone so I sitted back down “what do you want” “I wanted to apologize for saying what I said I know you only wanted to cheer me up and thanks for that” there it is it again after she said those words that light turned on again those feelings that where leaving after everything happened well that I was making leave came back but stronger but I couldn’t I had to fake it I cant let her know not until we go to war. She looked at me I could see she wasn’t lying Brienne had this look on her face that said that she wasn’t lying “ok fine” “thank god” said Brienne ”so are you still gonna  cheer me up everyday” “I don’t know you tell Ser Brienne do you want to cheer up everyday” “hmm let me think, it sounds like a great idea so maybe” we both just laughed until it was time to leave we were in the same group so we are going to be together all the time perfect to make things better.

End of POV

A New POV

As time passes Brienne and y/n spend more time together they laugh and they like to talk about Y/n feelings for Brienne grew and Brienne she was falling for… well she fell for Y/n she still like jaime but not as much as she likes Y/n but they were getting close to king's landing that is what she doesn’t like she is afraid something happens to her or Y/n.

End of this POV

Y/N POV

“Brienne can we talk for a while” “yeah wassup bean” (hey it just came to mind for some reason so yeah) I told her to follow me we were next to a river and I wanted to cry “Brienne there is something I have to tell you” “okay go ahead” Brienne for sometime I had feelings for you and after this couple of months they have becoming stronger so this is my way of telling you I love you” “Y/n… I… I Love you to this past couple of months I was able to forget about jaime and focus on you the way you are and everything makes me love you” “so that means you want to be my partner”  “yeah you little shit” (hehehe) “but Brienne can we get together after the war” “why” just so we can leave happily without having to worry someone is going to attack us” I looked at Brienne she thinks about for a minute “yeah I guess that makes sense” (time skip where everything is getting melted and they are fighting at the end of everything) “Brienne we won we can finally be toge—”. I don’t understand why we won. I look at Brienne and she screams I feel fuzzy.

End of POV

Brienne POV

I look for Y/n when I heard her say “Brienne we won I look ate her and I was going to start to walk up to her when I see someone behind her “we can finally be toge–” I ran and stab my sword on the gerd stomach and cut his throat  i bend down and pick y/n up and started to run I need to get her to a nurse lucky the camp was near but far away to run, I was able to find a horse “y/n look at me” “y/n please look at me” as I try to ride the horse and keep pressing on the wound I see y/n looking at me “darling please don’t leave me” “Brienne If I die I would be leaving happy I was able to tell you how I feel so please don’t be sad I would always love you” I get to the camp I look around were the nurses are and I lay Y/n in the bed “ser Brienne we need you to get out” I look at y/n and give her a kiss she grabs my face and says” everything would be fine” her hand slips and I leave I saty outside and wait and I see a nurse “ser Brienne about Y/n…”

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Surprise 😮, this was supposed to come our yesterday but I couldn't. Anyway, i tried my best writing it. I do hope I did well. I accidentally added some random words right now because I was editing some things 😅

[milawritesstuff]

I know we also that video of pedri taking the note from the fan…I feel like he couldn’t say no so can you do an imagine where his y/n is there & sees it happen & gets upset but she doesn’t want to tell pedri bc it’s silly so he finally notices something is up when she doesn’t want to sleep in the same bed as him so he reassures her & talks to her about how saying no wouldn’t of been a good look. I feel like pedri as bf is very reassuring we love that

A/N: aaah this one is so cute. We love reassuring bf Pedri. I feel like he’s so soft and caters to his gf and is just 🤌🏼

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Pedri had just finished giving his speech after winning the award for best Barça player. He walked towards the end of the stage and as soon as he stepped down a swarm of fans surrounded him for pictures and autographs. You smiled as he looked over at you and offered you a half smile. You scrunched up your nose at him and laughed. He loved his fans but you knew sometimes he became overwhelmed. You stood in the background waiting for security to signal it was time to escort you guys out. You walked a little closer to the crowd and saw as Pedri posed for a picture and a girl handed him a paper which he quickly put in his pocket.

You bit the inside of your lip as you saw the girl turn around with a smile on her face. She didn’t see you looking and for what it was worth she probably didn’t even know you were with him. He wanted to protect you and hadn’t made your relationship public without realizing that in doing so it was hurting you more than whatever comments the fans made would.

You saw as the girl smiled at the person she was with and looked back at your boyfriend. Pedri didn’t look at her. He continued to take pictures and eventually you were all escorted out through a side door.

As soon as Pedri walked in he looked for you. He grabbed your hand and placed a soft kiss on your cheek. You smiled back at him. -I’m so proud of you.-

Despite not wanting to make a big deal out of the girl and the paper you couldn’t help it. After the award ceremony you and Pedri went to have lunch at one of your favorite restaurants. You saw as Pedri put his hand in his hand pocket and then brought it out to grab his fork and begin eating.

You sat there thinking he was checking if the paper was still there. He had told you Gavi would get papers with numbers and Instagram handles all of the time and throw them out but it wasn’t the same when it was your boyfriend. You trusted him but part of you still wondered if he would call or follow the girl.

-Y/N … Y/N!- You heard Pedri trying to grab your attention. You looked up at him.

-Sorry what did you say?-

-I asked if I made sense when I answered the questions at the ceremony.-

You giggled. -Oh yeah, I was impressed you understood most of what she said.- You joked since Pedri was trying his best to learn Catalan. He rolled his eyes. -I’m trying my best.-

-T’estimo molt.- You said which caused him to smile. -That means you love me … a lot.-

Pedri suggested you take a walk by the beach after lunch. The two of you began to walk towards the pathway when you noticed Pedri walking with his hands in his pants pockets. You couldn’t help but feel annoyed. As you walked by Pedri’s car you turned around and looked at him. -Actually, can we just go home?-

-Is everything okay?- He asked as he walked closer to you.

-I’m getting tired. I didn’t sleep well last night.- You lied. He looked at you slightly confused since the two of you had planned to stay out all afternoon. He leaned in closer to you pushing you against his car. He gave you a kiss as his arms wrapped around you.

-Te amo.-

You spent the afternoon avoiding Pedri. You told him you were going to take a nap in the bedroom while he played video games with Gavi in another room. You scrolled through your phone only to become more annoyed when videos began to pop up of Pedri grabbing the paper the girl gave him.

You were just finishing putting on your pajamas when you heard Pedri telling Gavi he was going to get off. Pedri walked into the bedroom looking at his phone. You could see him typing. He locked his phone and put it in his pocket.

-Do you want to watch a movie? You can chose.- He said looking at you from head to toe. You grabbed a hoodie from the closet and began to put it on.

-I have some work to do.- He frowned.

-I can keep you company.- He tried hugging you but you pushed him away. -I need to concentrate.- You walked out of the room.

You sat in the living room with your laptop open pretending to work. The truth was as the day had progressed you had become more and more upset about the paper and you were trying your best to not lash out on your boyfriend. About thirty minutes later you heard footsteps and felt as Pedri hugged you from behind placing his chin on your shoulder.

-Are you done?- He began to kiss your neck causing you to shove him away with your shoulder. -No.- You said coldly as he looked at your blank screen.

-You haven’t written anything.- He said.

-Can you just leave me alone please?-

He stared at you and furrowed his brows. -Are you mad at me?-

-No.- You turned back to your computer screen and heard as he walked back to the bedroom.

A few minutes later you hear his footsteps again. You roll your eyes and hear his voice behind you. -Can we please talk?-

-About?- you didn’t turn around to look at him.

-Something is clearly bothering you and I can’t do anything about it if I don’t know what it is.-

You turned around. -Who were you messaging with?- He looked confused.

-Gavi.-

You shook your head. -You had just finished playing with him, good try Pedri.-

He unlocked his phone and handed it over to you. -Check if you want to. Is this about that girl from the ceremony?-

You stared at him slightly embarrassed knowing it was silly to get like this but you couldn’t help it.

-Maybe.- You said.

He laughed. -I saw the videos and that’s exactly why I took it. First, she wouldn’t leave my side until I grabbed the paper. Second, do you know how awkward it would be not to take it? And third, she said something about Gavi so it was probably for him.-

-Didn’t you open it?- You asked.

He shrugged his shoulders. -I could have if I hadn’t thrown it out once we went into the back room.-

He walked closer to you and grabbed your hands. -Is this why we didn’t go take a walk on the beach? Why you’ve been staring at a blank screen for the last hour?-

-I know it’s stupid but I can’t help but feel jealous.- You try to explain. He smiles and grabs your chin.

-It’s not stupid. You feel what you feel, but you have nothing to worry about. T’estimo a tu, a ningú més.- I love you, nobody else.

He leaned in and kissed you. You smiled into the kiss.

-You’re the only one that matters, mi Niña.-

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[hashtagdrivebywrites]

could i get a number one please? i don't think i've seen that xover before.

Yes, you can. I've actually been doing a lot of work on this one recently so it shooooould hopefully have enough momentum to post soon on Ao3? Anyway this one will cover a lot of fun tropes I haven't gotten to play with yet, and it'll star Danny and Dani/Ellie.

* High School Undercover/Transfer Student Danny Fenton * Fake/Undercover Family * Chaos Phantom Siblings * Danny is way overpowered and is *horrendously bad* at hiding it * Ghost Prince Danny trying to do Ghost Prince things * (Intentional) Dimensional Travel

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“Hi!” Ellie said, with what he was sure was a blinding smile.

“Sister,” Danny got out before he was being choked, grasping at her arms.

“Uh,” His classmates sat or stood as if waiting for an attack, eyes wide and jaws tight. Iida, as Danny had learned in the period following his quirk assessment, was first to recover. Pushing his glasses up with one hand, the other flew into a chopping rage, “You are not to supposed to be on school grounds! Fenton, this is a heinous disregard of UA’s very explicit rules on visitations! Do you at least have a pass?”

“Oh, he’s angry,” Ellie said. She loosed one arm to make grabby hands for Danny’s lunch. Danny swatted it away with a vengeance, “what’d you do this time, Danny?”

“He’s not wrong,” Danny huffed, smacking the other hand before it closed on his drink, “Ellie, what the hell. You’re not supposed to be here! If someone catches you-”

“If you can’t catch me, nobody can,” She said proudly, sliding down from Danny’s back and plopping back into the space between him and one of the other kids. Todoroki? Todoroki was looking on, completely unbothered, like this was just another Tuesday for him.

“How did you even get in?” Midoriya asked, relaxing enough to continue eating, but now looking frequently around the cafeteria. He looked a little pale in the face. Well, paler.

“I snuck in, duh.” Ellie made another stab for his tray. Danny slid it expertly out of her way with a flick of his hand. She stopped to squint at him, as if daring him to interfere again. “This school is a lot bigger than the old one. Talk about an upgrade. You get yelled at by any teachers yet? Shoved into any lockers? Gotten any swirlies? Any new stupid puns on your name? ‘Fenturd’ is in desperate need of competition.”

“I swear on the Ancients,” Danny hissed under his breath. Once again his stolen fork angled down, and once again it clinked on the table, “One week. I asked for one week!” Clink. “You couldn’t even give me-” Clink, “-one day!” Clink.

“Sounds like you got shoved into a locker,” Ellie said mercilessly, “you’re grumpy today. What for? Did you make any friends yet? What about bullies? It’s just day one, Danny. If you’re getting bullied on day one, there’s just no hope for you.”

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(Also there is a lot of really good DPxMHA fics on Ao3! When you have some time, you should check them out!)

[horsefreek151]

My husband's First time Watching Twilight

My dear husband has not seen many of the movies that were very informative of my tween and teen years; Twilight is one of the top ones. He not only agreed to watch it but agreed to let me write down his reactions. Here are the 3 PAGES of comments I recorded during the two hour movie.

Opening line: "I'd never given much thought to how I would die." - Well, Lucky you

I'm glad this deer is going to be totally unharmed

What ?! Hang on... He catches the dear mid jump like a trick dog.

Him: Why is (Stephany Myers) so obsessed with baseball? Me: Shes Mormon Him: I think it's the homoerotic subtext

ACAB even (Charly)

Alright... one bathroom? There's only two of you!

Billy (who is in a wheelchair) responds with how hes doing by saying "Still Dancing!" - I love him Meets Eric - GAY BEST FRIEND *He was disappointed by him being straight* *Pauses Movie* I had no idea her name was Isabella

Mike Existing - That's the most awkward person Ive ever seen

Jerk kisses her on the cheek without consent - That's assault

*Edward walks in* - OMG thats BATMAN *JKJKJK*

How ... Why ... Why is she laughing.

So he can see the future... Nobody in this movie knows how to eat food. Fuck you, Binder! She is the awkward one Charly Guy in Mill getting hunted - Hes agile I would have fallen over by then. Bella slips and falls over - Relatable *he is unaware of the trope* "Not in Phoenix Bells" Line referring to large animals hunting people in Forks - "YoU DoNt HaVe AnImAls iN ArIzOnA" What do you mean Charly!? They have Mountain Lions and SNAKES Charly! *I mention scorpions too* No writer in this movie ever talked to a high schooler. "Your name is Bella?" - Its actually Isabella as I have learned I only care about this golden onion... and why it isn't a golden garlic. "Cold wet thing" - Unlike sand which is hot and course She also looks like shes in white face paint. (Edward) just walks away like a fucking freak... I love it. None of these people have ever talked to a human before. *Car Crash* - So much is happening... why are there so many cuts... The vampires all look like fucking mimes Your asking him about the speed he got there and not the CRUMPLED DOOR?!

Dont worry (Bella) Im also confused about what happened *Edward in the corner of her room* Hes like a fucking PTSD flashback. Hes a fucking sleep paralysis demon Its dumb to send (the vampires) to highschool. I didn't know one of (Bellas) personality traits was Clumsy There Bio teacher belongs in a sitcom They act like they are fifty or twelve... not like teenagers... twelve is more accurate. The most unrealistic part (of there field trip) is that the bus driver is not screaming at him for banging on the door... or maybe I grew up in Boston. *Edward dose the apple thing* - Ok now he's just making fun of her Robert Patterson and the guy playing Charly are the best actors. Edward mentions wearing a mask, and Bella quips about it - OOOOO, She called Edward out for being autistic! *He can say that as I am autistic and I give him permission* *Edward cant go to LaPush* - Is it cause he cant cross moving water? *He made so many jokes about vampire lore I didn't write them all down* I was trying to tell what time this flashback took place and I just couldn't. I'm glad they gave us a 30-second tutorial on how to get a book online. Some of this look like a horror movie TOKYO DRIFTING, Dam that was a fuckin j-turn! "Little do (her friends know) he was going to eat her, for her blood" Oh Bella, I understand he's a pretty boy, but back up from the "How do you know what he was thinking?" and back to the "WHY WERE YOU STALKING ME!?" I can't wait for the almost SA scene to never come up again... *sarcasm* * They touch hands by oops * - Touch Barrier Broken Charly and Billy watch the game - DAD DATE! ... Oh no not Butcrack SANTA! Looks at Jasper - Is he another vampire who fought for the Confederacy? She sees buttcrack Santa's body - Do they not have body bags? With how much he's stalking her he should be called Edward the Relentless *he loves what we do in the shadows* Why are we spinning... why is there so much spinning? Bella claims Edward talks old-fashioned - He talks like a badly written character... like everyone here. "you won't hurt me" - cause stalkers never escalate violence when things don't work out. Because she's a white woman, and he's her pit bull. LISTEN TO HIM WHEN HE SAYS HES DANGEROUS BELLA. "personal brand of heroine" - Him: because everyone knows heroine comes in brands Me: Im on name brand Meth (me referring to my ADHD MEDS) Him: You're on generic Meth, and you know it. (as I take the generic brand) YOU'VE KNOWN HIM FOR LIKE A WEEK "Irevicoably in love with him" - GIRL... WHY? Sees Emmit - He kinda looks like Peet Davidson I like (Edwards) sitting like a little weirdo He turned to madly in love on a dime. Wait hang on.... (skips back to Billy giving Bella the stinkeye) Eyyyy They do what we do! (Billy holding all the stuff while Jacob pushes, like we do with my wheelchair) Just Sees Jasper - "Ive never seen more fear in a character than in his face right now

Is he scared she will know he fought for the Confederacy? (I have yet to confirm or deny the truth of this statement) Alice being Alice - OOoO Edward, she's gonna steal your girl! No wonder he's fallen in love in 3 seconds... he's been seventh wheel for who knows how long. *there dancing in edwards room* - *husband starts singing my fair lady* "Hang on Spider Monkey" - IT's THE LINE!!! *I mention how it's creepy that he watches her sleep* Well, you watch me while I sleep, but you have insomnia... and were married. *they kiss*- This is the most Mormon shit I've ever seen. At least they show how realistically boaring being a vampire would be. Drinking while cleaning your shotgun... that's totally safe Charly... "Why do you play baseball?" - Since they are American Bella! - "Well it is the American past time" Esme says - SEE! The Thrupple of trouble is walking in like there ready for a photoshoot. Blond Thrupple guy (James) looks so High... "...STuck here like MOM" - OOF! KNIFE TO THE HEART! Did her friends just steal mugs from the diner? Edward won't stop drinking her blood - Bop him on the nose with a newspaper like a dog. Edward sad he "didn't" stop - But you did stop when Carlile bopped you on the head with a newspaper. We kissed once now were in love forever.... They are all weirdos and this feels like a cult Director of Photography, I hate you. Costume? I can't forgive you for that flashback. High school science teacher, you were my favorite. His final review: This was a bad movie. There are better vampire movies, there's better romance movies and better young adult movies. All the genera are valed, this is just a bad example of all of those generas. I understand why its popular tho, and why young woman loved it. Especially when you take in at the time, it came out. Its the American mix of all about sex but completely clean and demonising sex and not having any sex in it. To me its the same way that 50 shades of gray wants to be about sexy bdsm while still saying bdsm is morally wrong. Nothing wrong with wanting a sexy vampire with wanting a romance, I like romance. Theres nothing wrong with media for young women. This is just bad.

[mariana-oconnor]

The Disappearance of Lady Frances Carfax pt 2

Alas, poor Watson. Failed again. It's always so unfair that Holmes sends him off on these solo missions when he knows that Watson won't do what he thinks should be done.

...finding that he could get away from London, he determined to head me off at the next obvious point of my travels

But what about poor Lestrade, that's what I want to know. What's he's supposed to do now Holmes is out of the country?

“I cannot at the moment recall any possible blunder which you have omitted. The total effect of your proceeding has been to give the alarm everywhere and yet to discover nothing.”

I repeat: what were you expecting? You're an intelligent man. Why did you think this would be any different from any of the other times you've asked Watson to do the investigating. It's not his fault, but you insist on putting him through this. Shame. Shame.

It's like using a fork to eat soup.

And now you're sitting there blaming him. Have you no shame, sir?

“I am in touch with Miss Dobney, Lady Frances's governess.” “Old Susan Dobney with the mob cap! I remember her well.” “And she remembers you. It was in the days before—before you found it better to go to South Africa.”

Oh well obviously Watson should have talked to the governess who wasn't even in the country you sent him to. Clearly he should have gone back to England and spoken to her rather than doing the thing you sent him to do.

And also, Holmes exercising some discretion and polite restraint. He clearly saved some up by being a dick to Watson.

"I was a wild youngster, I know—not worse than others of my class. But her mind was pure as snow. She could not bear a shadow of coarseness. So, when she came to hear of things that I had done, she would have no more to say to me. And yet she loved me—that is the wonder of it!—loved me well enough to remain single all her sainted days just for my sake alone."

She sounds insufferable. Just be happy, you numpty. What is even the point of you two being miserable separately. Either be happy or move on properly, none of this 'woe is me' self sacrificing martyrdom bullshit.

“Jagged or torn,” was the message, and the place of origin, Baden. “What is this?” I asked. “It is everything,” Holmes answered. “You may remember my seemingly irrelevant question as to this clerical gentleman's left ear."

I told you that wasn't a joke, Watson. Really you should have known that, as well. In fact, if you and Holmes had actually considered what you know about each other, this story would be very different. As it is, you both seem to have forgotten everything you know about each other.

“It shows, my dear Watson, that we are dealing with an exceptionally astute and dangerous man. The Rev. Dr. Shlessinger, missionary from South America, is none other than Holy Peters, one of the most unscrupulous rascals that Australia has ever evolved—and for a young country it has turned out some very finished types."

I also knew that those two were sus. I feel very vindicated right now. It's nice when I read one of these stories right.

Also, some shade at Australia right there.

"All my instincts tell me that she is in London, but as we have at present no possible means of telling where, we can only take the obvious steps, eat our dinner, and possess our souls in patience. Later in the evening I will stroll down and have a word with friend Lestrade at Scotland Yard.”

Lestrade and the rest of Scotland Yard hearing that Sherlock is back.

"I will give you a note to them, and they will let you wait in the shop. If the fellow comes you will follow him home. But no indiscretion, and, above all, no violence."

I'm not sure we should be trusting this guy with that. This seems like the sort of plan that ends in violence.

For two days the Hon. Philip Green (he was, I may mention, the son of the famous admiral of that name who commanded the Sea of Azof fleet in the Crimean War) brought us no news.

Utterly random little aside there. Could you not have fitted that in any other way, ACD? Li'l bit awkward sticking parentheses in there.

"She is a tall, pale woman, with ferret eyes.”

I rescind my objection, Mr Green, honourable or not, has done an admirable job of not causing violence. I'm inclined to believe this is mostly because it was a woman not a man he was tailing and he's very 19th Century about these things, but even so. Maybe it was just her ferret eyes that softened him. Look at them.

"Once inside it, they have made her a prisoner, and they have become possessed of the valuable jewellery which has been their object from the first."

I feel that this is a very convoluted plan just to get their hands on some jewellery. Surely there were easier and more efficient methods they could have employed?

"And yet how strange that they should ever let a doctor approach her unless he were a confederate, which is hardly a credible proposition.”

How is that not a credible proposition? Doctors can do crime too, y'know.

"Your appearance inspires confidence."

It clearly does in you, Holmes. That's the only possible reason you keep sending him on missions that you must know he's not suited to.

"Are you armed?” “My stick!” “Well, well, we shall be strong enough. ‘Thrice is he armed who hath his quarrel just.’ We simply can't afford to wait for the police or to keep within the four corners of the law. You can drive off, cabby."

Holmes is optimistic, but can you imagine being that cabby? It's probably not the weirdest day he's ever had, but even so. These guys are just talking about murder and being armed and not being able to wait for the police. So glad he was allowed to leave. He did not deserve this. Just going about his day when two mad men get in his cab.

I've already got part three, but that'll have to wait for later.

[fanficshiddles]

Out Of The Darkness, Chapter 6

It was beginning to get dark when Loki was finishing up putting a protective spell around the walled garden. Grace went out to see him. He looked exhausted as he approached her, but he had a big smile on his face.

‘The garden is now safe, safer than even Stark’s security. Only you and I have access, anyone else that tries to enter physically cannot and will be electrocuted.’ Loki said proudly. ‘But I can allow access to whoever you wish.’

‘Wow, Loki… I can’t believe you did this for me, thank you so much.’ Grace tried to hold back her tears of gratitude, but Loki could tell how grateful she was and how much it meant to her.

‘You’re welcome. If it helps you to find yourself and feel safe, it makes it all worth it.’

Loki was confused at first when Grace took his hand and led him over to the nearest wall, where she quickly clambered up it, giving her some height, so she was able to reach up to kiss his cheek. Making him blush slightly.

‘Thank you. It really means a lot to me.’

Grace couldn’t wait to go out into the garden the following morning. She was up early, put on her headphones and began wandering around the garden, taking notes of what type of plants she’d like to plant and where.

But first, she had a lot of tidying up to do.

She’d found some gardening shears and forks in the greenhouse. So began digging out old plants and cutting down ones that had gotten too over grown.

She was focusing on the task at hand, and with her headphones in she didn’t hear Loki and Thor approaching until she saw Loki’s mini fireworks dance into her line of sight. She looked round at the Gods and took off her headphones.

‘Thought you could use some help getting this place into shape.’ Loki said and motioned at Thor. ‘I thought we could make use of Thor’s brute strength.’

Thor flexed his muscles, making Grace laugh while Loki just rolled his eyes.

‘Just tell me what you need me to do.’ Thor grinned.

Grace set Thor to work, getting him to remove some trees that had started growing in the wrong place, and also got him to fix part of the stone wall that had fallen down. While Loki helped her to give the greenhouse and polytunnel a clean.

Loki was feeling mischievous though and couldn’t resist spraying Grace with some water. So Grace threw her wet sponge back at him. They ended up having a water fight, both of them fought over the hose to try and soak one another after they ran out of buckets.

Thor heard lots of laughing going on and when he looked over to see them both soaking wet, still playfully fighting, he smiled widely. He was pleased that his brother had finally found someone he was able to bond with.

‘I think we’ve ended up wetter than the actual greenhouse.’ Grace laughed when they called it a draw.

Luckily it was a sunny day, but the water was still chilly so Grace began shivering a little.

‘I think so. But at least we don’t need to shower today.’ Loki chuckled as he conjured up his cape and draped it around her, making her blush a little as she smiled up at him.

‘Good job done, though.’ Loki said as they both looked around proudly.

Thor joined them. ‘Anything else?’

‘Thanks, Thor. I think that’s it ready for starting over.’ Grace said excitedly.

‘Maybe we should get dried off first.’ Loki suggested.

‘Yeah, good idea.’ Grace agreed.

They headed inside to get dressed, but just before Grace went into her room to get dried off, Loki gave himself a shake and there was a gleam of green that overcame him and he was dry instantly.

‘You are kidding me?’ Grace laughed. ‘That’s totally cheating.’

Loki winked at her. ‘Perks of being a magical God.’

Grace went to get dried off and put clean clothes on. When she went to get something to eat, Loki was waiting for her there.

‘I thought we could go to the garden centre at the edge of town, get seeds and whatever else you’d like?’ Loki suggested.

At first, Grace thought that would be a good idea. But then she felt it. Her chest felt like it was starting to close up on her, her vision began to go a little blurry.

She shook her head, trying to focus her mind and calm down. She gripped the table edge, to quickly ground herself again.

‘I… I don’t think I can. As much as I would like to. Maybe I can order online or something.’ She shrugged and took a deep breath.

‘I’ve got a better idea.’ Loki said softly, noticing how panicky she got at the thought of leaving the base.

-

‘I can’t believe you’ve dragged me shopping for flowers.’ Thor grumbled as he followed Loki around the garden centre.

‘Shhh.’ Loki hissed at him over his shoulder.

Loki had Grace on a video call on his phone. She was so grateful that he even went to get some stuff for her, but the fact he was actually having her pick out what she wanted was going above and beyond.

Whatever Grace wanted, Loki pointed it out or picked it up and handed it back to Thor to carry. He even added in some things that she never said she wanted, but he thought she would anyway. It was Tony’s card he had stolen, so it wasn’t like money was an issue. He would deal with Tony himself if he kicked off.

When Loki hung up the video call, he turned to Thor and saw him grinning.

‘What’s wrong with your face?’ Loki asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

Thor laughed. ‘Just happy that you’re happy, brother.’

Loki narrowed his eyes at him. ‘Let’s pay and get back.’ He grumbled at him.

When they returned, Loki helped Grace put everything away in the shed that was in the garden.

‘I can’t thank you enough… Again. It’s ridiculous that I couldn’t even come with you just to the bloody garden centre.’ She sighed sadly.

‘You will get there. Don’t rush yourself, that’s the worst thing to do. It takes time to heal. And you’ll never be pressured into doing something you’re not comfortable with, or don’t want to do, ever again.’ Loki looked over at her, seeing her tearing up.

‘I… I know. But I just wish I wasn’t so scared…’ Her voice broke, though she tried hard to keep it together.

Loki turned towards her and opened his arms without saying anything, she didn’t do anything for a moment, but then she moved forward into his awaiting arms. He hugged her tightly, pressing his cheek against the top of her head as she wrapped her arms back around him.

She breathed in and out deeply, feeling herself calm down a lot more. She felt safe and secure in his embrace.

‘It’s ok, petal. It’s going to be ok.’ He whispered.

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

Into the Unknown, Part 56

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Bruce stared at the group of people gathered at his front door, unsure. “You know, when I said you could invite more people, I was expecting… Tim and Damian. Not…” he motioned vaguely to Worse!Tim (the future heir to his rival company), Bernard (a guy who had forgone introducing himself in favor of asking whether it was true that Bruce was dating renowned art thief Selina Kyle), and Steph (Steph).

Worse!Tim’s face flushed. “Ah, sorry to intrude, I just… didn’t have anywhere else to go. We can leave, though, it’ll be nice to have the house to ourselves –.”

Bruce, whose expression had been getting progressively softer the longer Worse!Tim went on, sighed and clapped a hand atop the boy’s head, ruffling his hair. “Don’t worry about it. We have more than enough food to go around.”

He glanced at Steph, quietly asking for her tragic backstory.

“I’m a college student,” she said.

Bruce seemed to decide that he should just accept this. He stepped aside so everyone could file in.

Everyone except for Tim. He waited until their group was properly inside so he could close the door behind them, leaving the two of them in the cold. But they wouldn’t be out there for long, no worries, Bruce only had one question for him: “Did you… bring one of the company rivals to make sure that Marinette and I couldn’t talk about business over this trip?”

“... no,” said Tim, who made a mental note of the strategy for later.

~

Marinette complained about her physics final at length, beating up dough to get her anger out. Alfred, ever the comforting presence, nodded along easily enough, giving occasional ‘hm’ and ‘oh wow’ sounds to say that he was still listening and also just as peeved as her. Damian sat on the counter, chubby little legs swinging, watching the pair bustle about, daydreaming about what designs he wanted to pipe onto the cookies Marinette was baking…

Not a creature was stirring (no, Alfred was not a creature, and he would prefer the term ‘whisking’), and there were definitely no mice around.

It was peaceful.

Until.

“I can help you with your homework,” Damian offered. “I know lots of things.”

Marinette paused, her hand resting over her heart. “Ye… yeah. Of course, Dami, I’d love your help.”

Damian lit up. He pointed to the chocolate chips on the counter. “Can I…?”

Marinette nodded easily enough, figuring that he was going to use them to visually show addition, subtraction… maybe even multiplication or division, if the kid had even advanced that far in his studies. He would count out the chocolate chips and put them in neat, orderly rows, and probably eat a few but it would be fine because it was Hanukkah and the kid would feel fulfilled in the fact that he had ‘helped’.

Damian grabbed a fistful of chocolate and shoved it into his mouth unceremoniously.

And then the kid started explaining quantum physics to her, still snacking away on chocolate chips.

~

They all almost dared to think that Alfred and Marinette had gotten over their mini rivalry. There had been no arguing sounds coming from the kitchen (only, strangely, the sound of learning), so there couldn’t have been any competition this time. This thought was only confirmed by the fact that no foods were presented to them with the question of ‘which is better’. They were in the clear.

But then.

Bernard squinted at Marinette. “You’re acting weird.”

She blinked. “Hm?”

“You’re… watching us eat.”

Marinette gave him a confused little frown, but Tim knew her well enough to know that when she was actually confused she was more liable to blink, her brain taking the moment where her eyes were closed to process what was throwing her off without any distractions.

“Code red,” Tim said.

Several forks clattered onto plates as everyone immediately abandoned their food. Except for Steph, who was looking at them all like they were crazy, a roll halfway to her mouth.

Marinette smirked at Alfred. “I win,” she said. Because, as one of the few people who weren’t aware of their rivalry, and the only newcomer wary enough of the fact that everyone had stopped eating to abandon their food as well, had chosen a bread roll she had made.

Alfred huffed. Which was basically his equivalent of screaming and cursing.

“... can someone fill me in?” Steph asked.

Bruce sighed, rubbing the space between his brows. “Anyone up for Asian takeout?”

Everyone raised their hands.

Steph only looked more confused by this, but then she seemed to realize that this would mean she got to keep all of the leftovers and immediately nodded along.

~

Damian looked up at Jason, almost offended. “Why are you small?”

Jason didn’t know how to respond to that. He leaned to whisper in Marinette’s ear. “Does he know what malnutrition is?”

“Absolutely not, and you’re not going to teach him about it, either,” she hissed right back.

Jason nodded slowly. He looked back at Damian. “I’m one of Santa’s elves.”

“Dad says that Santa isn’t real, but we’re not supposed to tell anyone,” Damian said. And then he gasped and slapped his hands over his mouth. “Oh no.”

~

“You guys really do look alike,” Jason mused. “I’m surprised Damian can tell you two apart.”

“Oh, he can’t, he just goes by our outfits and hair,” said Worse!Tim.

“Oh.”

“It’s better than Mari,” Tim said, grinning when she immediately turned red. “The only reason we found each other was because she mistook him for me. I’m surprised she hasn’t tried to kiss him on accident yet.”

“I’m going to divorce you.”

“Make that joke enough and I’ll actually start to believe it,” Tim pretended to sniffle, before leaning to press a kiss to her cheek.

She stuck her tongue out at him.

He returned the gesture.

“God, they’re gross,” Jason stage-whispered to Steph.

“They’re usually worse,” she sighed.

“I don’t think they’re that bad,” said Worse!Tim.

“That’s because you and Bernard are just as awful.”

Bernard sputtered. “Hey? Why am I getting dragged into this?”

~

Damian was the baby of the family. Quite literally, seeing as he was very young in comparison to everyone else, who was of college age or above.

And one might assume that he would be annoyed by this, his pride not allowing them to treat him in such a way, he was a big man after all! Six years old!

However, (during the holidays, at least) he welcomed the treatment with open arms. Because said open arms would be filled with presents.

Dick sighed. “You’re spoiling him.”

“You were literally raised by a billionaire,” said Marinette.

Dick huffed, but then it was revealed that he couldn’t really talk because he got Damian designer shoes.

“He’s going to ruin those so fast,” said Tim.

“I’ll buy him more, then.”

“But we’re spoiling him,” Marinette snarked.

“I’m the cool uncle!” Dick argued. “I’m supposed to spoil him.”

“... I’m the cool uncle,” Jason said.

“Excuse me?” said Bernard.

“You’re not married in,” Jason pointed out the distinct lack of a wedding ring on the man’s finger.

“And Marinette hasn’t allowed herself to be adopted, which means I’m the only uncle he has, therefore the cool one by default,” Jimothy pointed out.

“Boys,” Bruce cut in. “You can all be cool uncles.”

They were all quiet for a moment.

“No, they can’t,” Jimothy decided.

The argument started up again, but everyone was laughing, and even Bruce didn’t seem to mind it all, even as he was dragged into the debate over whether Jason or Dick was ‘the cooler one’.

Tim poked Damian’s shoulder. “You can fix this, you know. Just say you think they’re all cool.”

“No. Less presents that way,” Damian decided.

Tim cooed over his ‘manipulative little guy’, ruffling his hair and handing him yet another present.

The others were still debating over who was the best in the background, but whatever.

“Not going to jump in?” Marinette asked Steph.

“Please. I’m the wine aunt.”

“You don’t drink.”

“I do in spirit.”

Marinette squinted at her, wondering whether the pun had been intentional, before sighing and deciding that arguing the point wasn’t worth it.

~

As they lit the final candle, Tim found himself smiling. Not only because of the tradition itself, or even because he was surrounded by so many people he cared about, but because his plan was working. Bruce and Dick hadn’t genuinely fought once, too distracted by the sheer size of the group and their accompanying shenanigans. Jason seemed more relaxed, too, now that the holidays didn’t necessarily mean dealing with people yelling at each other over the table.

Mission success!

Tim needed a nap.

~

Marinette pressed against her boyfriend’s side, watching as Damian played tug-of-war with Frank. Frank was definitely going easy on him, but he didn’t need to know that.

“You know…”  she turned to bury her face in his neck. “I wouldn’t mind actually getting married one day…”

Tim’s breath stuttered. He dragged her head out of hiding to look her in the eyes. “Really?”

She glanced away, giggling nervously. “Uh, yeah, I mean obviously we have to wait until we can get our friends and family back home to come, so we have a lot of time to consider –.”

She was cut off when he tugged her in for a kiss.

She melted a little, her anxiety fading away when she realized that he was smiling against her lips.

“I would love to,” he breathed.

She flushed. “Well, I love you.”

He rolled his eyes just slightly at her immediate need to one-up him, but his chuckle was nothing but fond and the hands cupping her face were perfectly warm.

“I love you, too.”

~~~~~

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The Secret Exchange Review

I just read one of the short anthology story of The Little Mermaid of “What if Eric met Ariel after she rescued him” which is a short Disney Twisted Tale Anthology short story I just finished reading.

Spoilers Ahead!

After Eric got shipwrecked from a wild hurricane storm Ariel saved him and brought him back to the beach but instead of Ariel just swimming off Ariel got to meet Eris face to face.

They got to talk to one another with Ariel saying she never talked to a human before and Eric feeling the same with never talking to a mermaid.

Eric shows Ariel the things from his surface world telling what they are called and what they do and even Ariel showing the things from her underwater world as they start to learn about one another’s worlds with Ariel knowing that humans aren’t as bad as her father King Triten sees them as being nothing but heartless harpooning killers and trashing the ocean with pollution although Ariel sees the good in humans after how Eric saw her as a mermaid.

Ariel tells Eric that her people are forbidden to take to the surface and especially talk to humans because of what her father King Triten thought of humans.

Eric heard his fellow sailors tell tales about the sea king that he had power to create wicked sea storms with his powerful Tritent now knowing through Ariel that her father the sea king was not like that and that Eric’s fellow sailors were telling tall sea tales about him while sailing the uncharted waters.

Ariel had to leave because it was getting late and her father would wonder where she went and had to go to a music rehearsal. One thing that humans and the merfolks had in common was their taste for music which Ariel once thought the musical instrument that Eric played was called a snarfblat was actually called a flute.

Eric wanted to see Ariel again curious to learn about her world the same way that she was about his world.

After waiting a long time for Ariel to see him again Eric was tricked into thinking that Ariel was in trouble and swam down in the ocean to find her only that he fell into the sea witch Ursula’s trap by her two eel henchmen.

Ariel found out what Ursula did to Eric setting a trap for him making him think she was in danger only to find that Ursula trapped Prince Eric in her giant pet clam.

With the umbrella that Prince Eric gave her she used it to free Prince Eric from suffocating inside Ursula’s pet giant clam then sent him back up to his boat.

In the end Ariel and Eric defeated the sea witch with also from help from the sea king. Ursula got eaten by her own pet giant clam and the merfolks that she imprisoned were now free with the sea witche’s power over them ended.

The sea king was intrigued in Prince Eric’s bravery to come to Ariel’s rescue as Ariel showed her father the different human stuff that helped her save Eric from the evil sea witch like the umbrella and the picnic basket and the fork which she once thought was a dinglehopper now knowing that it’s not used for fixing your hair but to eat food with.

The sea king was started to get fascinated in Eric’s world not being all as bad as he thought and he invited Prince Eric to have dinner with Ariel and him and the rest of the kingdom of Atlantica with Eric saying he can’t. King Triten used his magical tritent to turn Eric’s human legs into fins so he can join Ariel and her father to visit their kingdom of Atlantica so he can learn more about their underwater world while Ariel could also learn about Eric’s surface world on land.

Both Ariel and Eric swim off down to Atlantica together with them both yearning to know about each others world on land and in the ocean.

This was my interesting short review on one of the short anthology stories from The Disney Twisted Tales Anthology book I read right now. If you haven’t read the short stories from the Disney Twisted Tales I believe you should try finding the book for yourself and try giving it a good read, it’s real good believe me!

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