#Penguin Writes: Oneshots

[pucksalotguys]

Chapter 2

First off, thank you for those of you who liked chapter 1 and gave me feedback ! If you haven’t already you can read chapter 1 HERE. Now back with chapter 2 and here you’ll be able to see more of Cecelia and more of Jacqueline and Sidney and the why their dynamic is the way it is…. Stay tuned and enjoy ❤️

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“So now that I’m not stuck with you in an elevator and we’re in a much more comfortable situation, why don’t you fill me in on what this whole thing is gonna be like” Cecelia chuckled “I consider myself a easy going person so I’m hoping no one thinks bad of me” Sidney gave her a grin “You don’t have a reason to be nervous at all, the guys are great. We got a real good group of people” “I took it upon myself to gather everyone’s information in preparation for the season event we have planned. A little family skate at the arena just a bit before the first preseason game, something light but fun for everyone to get together again and for the new members and their families to get to know everyone and stuff” “You’re really on it” he said surprised “So like I asked before, what brought you to this job ?”

“Well don’t take this the wrong way but it just fit what I needed for right now” she explained “I majored in communications and minored in business. I want to be a writer but those jobs are rather seldom so I use my degrees in other ways. It’s how I got here, I can organize, email and make schedules while still using my other skills. I don’t plan to be here long but I do plan on giving it my all so don’t worry about me messing up”

Not many people impressed him but there was something about Cecelia that was just already so special. He couldn't quite put his finger on it but there was just something about her that already made him feel comfortable

“You say you're a writer does that also mean you enjoy reading ?” he asked Cecilia looked up at him and nodded excitedly “I love to read ! It's my favorite thing to do and something that I've always loved ever since I was a little girl. It's what made me want to become a writer. I read so many books as a little girl and in my teenage years that I just knew in my heart it's what I wanted to do” She admitted with the blush as she realized she was a bit overly excited “I apologize…..it's just that I have a lot of passion for what I love” Sidney couldn't help but smile at her “That's a very respectful and good thing to have in life, it's how I feel about my career as well. I know I'm entering the stage where I'm almost done and perhaps people don't think that I'm in my prime anymore but believe me when I say that having passion for your career is truly what makes you love what you do”

“Don't say that about yourself” she said softly “Age has nothing to do with one's career, if you still have passion and perseverance then that's all that matters”

“So in your opinion would you say that age doesn't matter ?” Sidney asked “That's exactly what I'm saying” Cecilia nodded “Speaking from my own experience and how I'm 27 and I'm essentially working an office job for a hockey team that has nothing to do with my degree I would say that perhaps later in life is when I’ll get to do what I truly love. You're just incredibly lucky that you've always been able to do what you love” she explained “And you've done such monumental things with this career that you shouldn't feel like it's nothing simply because you're getting older”

No one had ever been able to convey what he wanted to say and here was a woman he met a mere few hours ago making sense of those things. His mind had been rocked, as he took himself out of his distracted state he felt his phone buzz and looked down, a picture of Jacqueline and the boys appearing bringing him back to the realization that what he was currently doing maybe wasn’t exactly right “I got to take this” he hastily got up and stepped outside “Hey Jac,is everything okay ?” “Hey babe” she said softly “I just wanted to call you rather than text you to let you know that I just miss you and I'm really sorry about last night. I haven't been able to go on with my day without thinking about how we went to sleep mad at each other when we promised that would never happen”

He sighed “I really appreciate you calling to tell me that, you know I love you more than anything. Listen I'll be home in a bit, why don't we have a nice night in with the kids tonight ?”

“That sounds great and I also want to let you know that I had a talk with Roman and I apologized to him because he deserved that from me. I don't ever want him feeling like he's different than his brother, I was able to give him some one-on-one time just he and I,  it was really nice” she admitted “That's amazing of you honey” he smiled “You're an amazing mother and I know perhaps things aren't exactly as we pictured them but I know that we’ll be okay and that our boys will be okay” “I'll see you in a bit then” Jacqueline smiled

He hung up and walked back inside apologizing as he took a seat “That was my wife, sorry I had to answer”

“That's no problem” Cecilia shook her head “You have children, you mentioned that back in the elevator”

“Two boys, twins actually” he showed her a picture “Before you ask, yes I have a son with a physical disability. The one with braces on his legs is my son Roman, he has a condition named Spina-Bifida. His spine has some issues and it affects his walking. The one next to him is Aaron, he’s just a handful but that’s mostly because he gets frustrated”

Cecelia grinned “They look just like you, they have your exact face. They’re adorable”

Sidney nodded, waiting for her to give him the typical pity speech about how Roman was so special and how he and Jacqueline were so strong and blessed for having a child like him

“You can say it” he broke their silence “I know you’re thinking it”

“Thinking what ?” she asked 

“Cecelia you don’t have to act like you don’t see it, I’m aware I have a child with a disability and it’s very apparent” 

Cecelia nodded “You do and what does that have to do with anything ? He’s still a perfectly healthy child, I’m sure life’s not all sunshine and rainbows but he seems very happy”

“He is very happy” Sidney whispered “He’s a great kid

“My mom is a pediatric surgeon” she opens up “Growing up I watched her treat kids with all sorts of different things. A child having some braces on his legs and using a walking device isn’t shocking or sad to me”

“It is to my wife” he admitted quietly “Sorry, I don’t know why I’m telling you this” “Is it sad to her or is she just struggling with everything ?” Cecelia asked back “Because given how she called you, I feel like she’s maybe having a hard time” “Yeah….yeah you’re right” Sidney nodded “I’m sorry for just dropping that on you out of nowhere” She shook her head “There’s no need to apologize to me, I’m glad we could talk. Sometimes life is just hard and it helps to talk to someone about things. I know it helps me” “You haven’t told me much about yourself” he grins at her “I know you’re from New York and that’s about it”

Listening to her speak was slowly becoming one of his favorite things. He soon found out she was one of 3 siblings, the middle child. She had one older brother and a younger brother and they both still resided in New York. Her father was an accountant in the city for some investors and her mother was a pediatric surgeon at one of the children's hospitals. She had left New York when she was 18 when she graduated because she had been accepted into UCLA. She was interesting, she was so full of life and optimism. The complete opposite of what he was.

“Oh man I’ve just been rambling on and on” Cecelia chuckled and shook her head “As you can tell I’m quite the talker, something I need to work on” “I like hearing you talk” Sidney replied “You’re interesting and honestly not a lot of people can hold my attention like you do….you’re quite the woman Cece” “Thank you” she smiled “Seeing as it’s now almost 5 and this cafe is about to close, I should get going but remember you have my number in case you need anything and of course I’ll be seeing you around” He nodded and got up and looked her over while she was gathering her things, there was just something about her that he couldn’t quite shake off. Something that made his heart flutter, a feeling he didn’t even get from Jacqueline anymore “See you” Cecelia went and hugged him and quickly backed up “Oh my god I am so sorry” “You're a hugger, that’s fine” he chuckled “No need to say sorry, I’ll see you Cece. Keep an eye on that cut” “See you Sidney” Cecelia waved as she walked out Soon after she left he walked out and got into his car letting out a deep breath as he drove back to his home. One where he hoped things would be back to normal *****************

“Daddy look what I make” Roman showed Sidney “You like it ?” “Wow that’s a super cool drawing” he smiled “Oh man my favorite color, red” “Aaron and I do it together with Mrs.Molly” he nodded

Sidney couldn’t help but look confused, Mrs.Molly was an older woman who had been their nanny when the kids were younger. They had let her go when Jacqueline had been insistent that she could handle them on her own at home. That itself was a huge fight that had almost brought them to the brink of divorce “Where is mommy ?” he asked “I walked in and you two were here in the living room coloring” “I’m here…” Jacqueline called from the stairway as she came down Sidney turned his head and gave her a grin, like he had assumed she was up to something and he knew exactly what it was. She was wearing a dress he used to love on her back when they were first dating way back in the day, a short but appropriate floral sundress and her hair was down straight rather than up in her usual messy bun. She wanted something and she was trying to do everything to get it “You look….” “This remind you of all those dates we used to have before we got married” she smiled as she kissed his cheek “You used to take me out every week night when you were in the city” “You look very pretty” Sidney kissed her “Dinner ready ?” “All set” she nodded as she held his hand and walked with him “Your favorite actually, steak and some asparagus with a baked potato” “Went all out” he chuckled “Boys, what do you say ?” “Mommy no cook” Aaron giggled “Mrs. Molly do it” Sidney scoffed “Well, Jacqueline ? Anything to say ?” She cleared her throat and took a seat “Well….I wanted us to have dinner first but I guess now is the time “I decided to hire Ms.Molly back because…..I wanna go back to running art classes in a studio” He said nothing as he ate his food, there was now way he’d make a big deal in front of the boys especially “We’ll talk after dinner, you can tell Mrs. Molly I said thank you for dinner, it’s delicious” Dinner went on rather well, he made sure his attention was for the boys mostly. He loved hearing about their days and what they did. They were the reason he woke up every morning ready to go, they were his everything. Soon after they had finished eating he went and settled with them in the living room to watch a movie and just as they were entertained he took it upon himself to start the much dreaded conversation 

“Jacqueline, when we had kids we both spoke about how we wanted to make sure we were bringing them into this world so we could both be present parents. You told me yourself you only wanted a nanny for night duty for the first year and how you wanted to be a stay at home mom. I asked you a million times if you were sure, that I’d do anything in my power to make sure you were okay. Why the change now ?” he asked “Well” she began “The season’s starting soon and just….I get bored” she admitted “It’s just all about the boys all the time. When it’s not Roman’s appointments it’s Aaron’s skating lessons, there’s nothing for me ever. It’s just being a chauffeur 24/7 and hanging out with the other girls on the team and I just want a piece of me back. I bought a studio to host art lessons” Sidney widened his eyes as he looked at her “You what ?” “I bought a studio” she repeated “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you but this is my choice. I used my money from my inheritance, all on my own. I’m going to be paying Mrs. Molly to watch the boys Monday through Friday from 10-6, this is my choice” “So I don’t get a say in this ? You think because you used your inheritance money that I don’t get a say in something that involves our children ?” he said back “You’re gonna be gone most of the time anyways” she pointed out “Training camp is next week and you’ll be gone for the whole month then soon the season starts and you’ll be on the road 4 times a week. I’ll be at all home games with the kids, I’ll be at everything I need to be at. Nothing's gonna change, nothing” “You did this without consulting me at all, you did this without thinking about the kids at all ? Do you realize they need us, that they need one of us to be there with them ? They start school already next year”

“Of course I've thought about it !” Jacqueline snapped “How dare you imply that I don't care about my children !” “You sure as hell don't show it” he said back “You're going to let an elderly nanny come back and raise our kids because you wanna chase your little hobby that brought you nowhere ?” “How dare you !” she yelled at him “Don't you dare raise your voice at me when our children are in this home” Sidney said sternly 

“Well because this is also my home right now I'm going to ask you to leave” Jacqueline crossed her arms “I can’t see you right now” He shook his head in disbelief “The only reason I'm going to leave is because I know if I stay and fight this that things will end up worse than they already are, but I will tell you this” he looked in her eyes “You making this decision is putting a nail in the coffin” With that statement he went and packed a bag and quickly said goodbye to the boys, lying to him that he had to fly somewhere and that he would be back in a few days. He got in his car and drove in a rage to the one place that he was glad he always kept to himself; his apartment in the city.

Shortly after he had moved out of Mario's home he had decided to get himself an apartment rather than buying a home right away. He settled for a rather upscale apartment right in the heart of the city, when he found his dream home he kept it. For some years it had served as a getaway for him and Jacqueline and now it served as his own getaway away from her.

 He parked his car and handed his keys to the valet as he strolled into the lobby and checked in with the concierge and made his way up in the elevator. To him his apartment was perfect, sure maybe it lacked a few touches and maybe it seemed cold but in time of stress it was just what he needed.

Just as he was about to settle comfortably and turn on the TV he could hear loud music next door. As far as he knew he didn't have any neighbors at all, it was a big reason as to why he liked this apartment. Typically those who lived there were doctors or lawyers or even other athletes who simply needed to stay close to the city when they needed to be there. 

A few years back he would have called the concierge and had hotel security check what was going on, back when he was still a bigger name and couldn't even get through restaurants without being hounded for pictures and autographs. But in this current day he stood up and got out and knocked on the door himself

“Oh god it's the music isn't it ? I am so sor-....Sidney” she asked confused “What are you doing here ?”

He felt like he was in a dream ,there was none other than Cecilia standing in front of him as she covered herself with her robe the best she could but even that couldn’t save her from his wandering eyes “You live here ?” he asked “Yeah” she chuckled “I do, clearly as you see me in my sleep attire now the question is, do you live here or are you stalking me ?” “I own the apartment next door, it was my first solo place and I kept it. I come here when….when I need space” he nodded “Well, nice to meet you not so often neighbor" she chuckled I’ll turn my music down, I’m really sorry”

Sidney shook his head “All good”

“Bad night ?” she asked suddenly

“Pretty shitty” he nodded

“Wanna come in ? We can talk if you wan to” she said softy

“Yeah…I’d love to talk” he nodded as he stepped inside and watched her close the door "I love your vinyls" he walked over and observed, widening his eyes when he saw one he used to listen to with his dad "Whoa you have an original Led Zeppelin Physical Graffiti from 1975, how the hell you'd get this ?"

“I know a guy" Cecelia shrugged with a smirk "Pretty bad ass huh ? I also have all of The Beach Boys original ones, I love music and collecting vinyl . It's my favorite thing"

Sidney looked in awe as he held up one of his favorites "I know this is weird of me but do you think I could play this ?" he held up Pet Sounds "I love this one" "Go for it" she grinned "While you get that set up, can I get you some water ?" "Water is fine" he responded as he put the record on and turned the volume up "This is the coolest record player ever, there's a place downtown that has one just like this. I can't believe you just have a Wrensilva M1 in your living room, I've always wanted one" Cecelia laughed as she handed him his water "I do have a pretty cool set up"

Sidney took a second as he listened to the record start and sighed "This a fun distraction, I appreciate this" "You looked down" she admits "You didn't look like that earlier" "It's my wife....we had a fight and well she asked me to leave so here I am" he nodded "At least I got a place though" he gave her small grin

"And a friend" Cecelia said softly "Yeah" Sidney nodded "A friend"

One that was making him feel things he shouldn't.

[jackhues]

that first goal feeling - (b's version)

note: this takes place on JAN/20/24

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buttercupsworld: yeah okay i know what y'all are thinking.... bee the pens didn't win, why are you posting?? well this one isn't for the pens, it's for this kid my dad used to babysit

shoutout brendan for getting your first nhl goal, it was a beauty and i may have even cried a bit. i'd like you to publicly thank me for cheering you on because i got many dirty looks by some fans of your team and i didn't let that stop me. i'd also like some chocolate, that'd be very good. also i'd like to be thanked for being such a good photographer.

anyways, enjoy that first goal feeling brenny. i know i did <3

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brendan.brisson: aw man you didn't put that picture where i threw you in the pool -> buttercupsworld: I CAN'T FIND IT ANYMORE -> brendan.brisson: WDYM YOU CAN'T FIND IT?? -> buttercupsworld: IT'S PRINTED OUT AND IN SOME ALBUM BUT IDK WHICH ALBUM -> brendan.brisson: oh phew. i thought you deadass lost that pic -> buttercupsworld: i gotta make multiple copies of that. it's the most iconic pic ever -> brendan.brisson: it's got you and me, nothing's more iconic than that

brendan.brisson: this is me publicly thanking my favourite little sister for one: cheering me on for my first goal even though she was wearing a pens jersey. two: being the best photographer i've ever known. and three: getting me some ice cream after the game -> buttercupsworld: it's a good start, we'll work on it for your next goal

mackinnon.29: i don't remember this for my first goal -> brendan.brisson: it's not ur day go away -> buttercupsworld: nate i didn't even have ig back then

marner_93: on second thought, idk if you could be the pens admin. you can't post stuff like this on the pens account -> buttercupsworld: that's why this account exists

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[aaaghhhhhh]

the fun thing about writing one piece weird surreal devil-fruit premise fics is i can really lean into it with the prose. have fun. these are normal metaphors... unless???

[neon-danger]

last night I had a dream my ex boyfriend followed me on Wattpad under his full legal name and uh yeah I’m never going to fully recover from the secondhand embarrassment

[pastafossa]

"Love Leaves A Mark" (Matt Murdock x F!Reader, Fic, Pure Fluff)

I've been working on this for a bit to celebrate the release of our older Born Again!Era Matt, and happily I can say this one's now done, which means I can finish up another little oneshot I have and then get back around to The Red Thread's next chapter. This is written with TRT!Reader in mind, but I also tried to write it vaguely so it's easy enough to enjoy even if you haven't read that massive saga. Also if you'd like notifications when I post a new story, drabble, or chapter, you can follow my sideblog @pastaxandria and set it for notifications!

Ship: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Wordcount: 3.8k

Warnings for this fic: None that I know of, they're just being cute and in love as they grow old together. There ARE some vague physical changes described that are standard in aging but that feels pretty normal.

Fic Summary: You and Matt are growing older together, and you're both loving every second of it, including the physical changes that come with it.

“Did you get more toothpaste today?” you called sleepily, lifting one leg to idly scratch at your calf with your foot. You worked your toothbrush over to the other side of your mouth, wrinkling your nose at the taste. Nine years you’d been using your husband’s toothpaste and you’d never gotten used to the flavor, or lack thereof. You’d be damned if you didn’t use it regardless, though. “And Mini’s food?”

“Picked up both.” The low rumble of his voice was sleepy and distracted as it drifted out of the bedroom. Outside the little brownstone you both now called home, the snow continued to fall in thick, heavy flakes, muffling the roar of the wind and the few cars still out on the street despite the late hour and travel ban. You were grateful for that storm. In all the time you’d been with him you’d never had a problem with the Devil’s nightly rounds. Loving Matt meant loving Daredevil, too. But you still treasured evenings like these when he was able to stay in with you, your purring, cuddly husband happily playing the role of your favorite blanket. “I may have also stopped at the bookstore and gotten you something on the way home.”

You paused, shifting your gaze meaningfully toward the open bathroom doorway. You probed curiously at the psychic connection between you, a subtle attempt to discern what it was he’d picked up for you. All you got was a playful nudge back. He didn’t even have to try all that hard anymore, smoothly deflecting you with all the ease of swatting away a pillow.

“I don’t think so, sweetheart.” His voice was an amused whisper in your mind. “You’ll have to figure it out the old-fashioned way.” 

You scrubbed faster at your teeth, grinning at his laugh in the other room. 

“I don’t know how you have any gums left considering how often you do that,” he mused as you leaned down to rinse your mouth out. You quickly shoved your toothbrush back into the penguin-shaped toothbrush holder before flipping off the light and padding out of the bathroom. 

“The benefits of genetic tampering,” you said dryly, joining him in the bedroom. He was already settled into bed, sitting up with his back against the headboard, a well-worn book beneath his hand. Down atop his blanket-covered feet, a large, round black void of fur had arranged itself into a perfect circle, no head or tail to be seen. Matt tipped his head as he tracked your eager circling of the room, the barest little smirk quirking his lips. You scanned around for anything new, hunting along the walls and the bookshelves that had managed to migrate their way into the bedroom once your shared office slash library had gotten too full. Books had a tendency to breed like rabbits between you and Matt. “Where?” “Your nightstand. I figured you’d probably want to dive in.”

You darted over towards your nightstand.

“No way,” you breathed, sitting down on your side of the bed and snatching up the first of the three new hardbacks he’d placed on your nightstand. “This one—I thought it was going to take another week at least before they released it. How did you…?” “I kept checking with Hanna every time I passed by her bookstore.” He cleared his throat as you flipped open your new copy of Dante’s Divine Comedy to a random page, the much-loved scent of new paper and ink filling your nose. “Eventually she took pity on me and finally let me buy this one early with cash. Although she wasn’t sure why you wanted this one when you have so many other translations already.” 

“It’s Palma’s new translation,” you murmured distractedly, dragging your finger down the flowing lines of poetry, your eyes skimming rapidly over the page. You could already spot some of the changes. “I have the first translation he did of the Inferno, but this is the first time he’s done the entirety of the Divine Comedy, and he’s tweaked his previous translation. It’s supposed to mimic the rhyming scheme Dante created more closely. Not easy when you’re shifting it from Italian to English. Dad’s going to have kittens when he hears the Devil got me my copy before he got his.”

Even without looking at him, you could feel Matt’s smug satisfaction. “You should call him so I can hear him swear.” “Call him yourself if you want to rub it in.” You snorted in amusement at Matt’s neverending desire to goad your adoptive father Ciro, who admittedly had a habit of goading back. At the very least their jabs had become less hostile over the years, the two of them now closer to sparring partners than actual enemies. You leaned over to look at the other two books Matt had gotten you, your brows shooting up. “And you got me Emily Wilson’s translations of the Illiad and the Odyssey? You’re spoiling me, husband dearest.” “You said last month you were thinking about picking them both up. I figured I’d check if they were there.” There was a rustle of blankets behind you, and a slightly irritated, ‘mrrp?’, presumably as Matt adjusted his feet beneath the fuzzy black hole curled up atop them. “Consider it an early anniversary gift.” “Not that I’m not grateful, but you and I both know it’s January, dear.” You set Dante back down atop the stack of books before swiveling on the bed to face Matt. You started crawling across the mountain of blankets and silk sheets toward his grinning form. “Our anniversary is months away.” “The anniversary of our first kiss, then.” His smile only grew wider when you reached him and threw your leg over him to sit astride his waist. It was something he welcomed as he always did, his hands setting aside his book immediately in favor of you. He slid his palms warmly up and down the fleece covering your thighs, pausing here and there to knead at the muscle just because he could. It never seemed to matter that he’d touched you a thousand times before. He treated every moment like this as if it were the first. “A few hardbacks are the least you deserve.” “Lines like that make me want to marry you.” You sighed, draping your arms comfortably over his broad shoulders, lifting one hand to idly card your fingers through his dark hair. He hummed beneath your touch, tilting his head openly into the fond drag of your fingers like a big cat. “Buying a woman hardbacks? In this economy? Put a ring on me, Mr. Murdock.”

“Now Mrs. Murdock, how would your husband feel about you saying things like that?” His voice was a playful purr, words thick and glutted thanks to the drag of your nails. You were pretty sure his eyes had rolled back behind his closed eyes. “He’d, mmm, hunt me down until his dying breath if I laid so much as a finger on you. As for me, my wife is… not inclined to let me go gently.” 

“You’re goddamn right I’m not.” You sprawled out against his chest, dipping your head. He met you halfway, touching his lips to yours. You gave him a warm, lazy kiss, faint traces of copper and cinnamon passed from his smiling mouth to yours. The familiar taste of him, the softness of his skin, the sweet warmth of his breath in your mouth soothed you in a way little else could, and you drew him deep into you on a slow inhale, humming against his lips. His chest rumbled contentedly beneath you in response, his hands sliding up from your thighs to squeeze and rub affectionately your hips. “And don’t you ever forget it.”

“Never,” he murmured against your mouth, chasing after you to steal another kiss when you tried to lift your head. You ran your fingers through his hair again, sighing at the soft, playful brush of his tongue against your lips, giving it a mischievous nip of your own that made him rumble another pleased noise beneath you. His voice dropped further, all lazy warmth and possessive hunger, shades of the Devil coloring the edges like a painter’s brush. “Mm, my wife, all mine.”                                     “Your wife,” you agreed fondly. “One who’s cut people before and will happily do it again if it keeps you safe.”

“Your services are very much appreciated.”

“They should be since I fully intend to sit in a pair of rocking chairs with you one day in our old age.” You brought your hand around to scratch your fingers lightly through the coarseness of his beard, making him groan breathlessly in delight, his back arching just a little beneath you. He’d been letting his beard grow in for the past week or so. You were unsure if it was by choice or if it was simply that he’d felt too busy to take the time to shave. It had been a while since you’d last seen him with a full beard, though, a few years at least. And to your pleasant surprise, there were a few changes. Your fingers petted curiously over the small patches of silver scattered around. “I’ve even kept you alive long enough that you’ve got grey here in your beard now. That’s new.” His brows rose in surprise, his eyes fluttering open where they’d fallen closed. “Really?”

“Yup. It’s very handsome.” You stroked at the prickly grey strands before your hands slid back and up to his temples, tracing the few strands of grey there just as affectionately. His cheeks had even turned the tiniest bit pink at your praise. “Some here, too. Just a little at your temples. You gonna be my silver fox, Matt?” “I guess so. That’s what I get for letting you pet all the color out over nine years.” He heaved a great sigh beneath you as if his care sheet instructions didn’t specify he get at least ten minutes of petting each day, without which he would wilt away. “You made me look old.” “Oh please. You don’t look old. You look human.” Your fingers left his hair so you could poke him pointedly in the chest. He threw you a wounded look, all furrowed brow and big sad eyes that you weren’t falling for even a little. “Also, you gave yourself those grey hairs, thank you very much. You’re the most stressed man I’ve ever met. Half of what you put yourself through would have turned anyone else’s hair white by now.”

“Fine. I’ll admit that I may have done… a few things that were somewhat stress—” “Got a building dropped on you. Fought Nobu in tissue paper. Got shot in the head. Used a neti pot to snort some fucking rusty tap water full of amoebas and tiny shrimp—”

“That last one still really bothers you, doesn’t it?”

“You have no idea. One day I’m going to kiss you and taste brain shrimp, I just know it.”

He snorted. “You say that like I don’t have my own list of all the things you’ve done that have almost given me a heart attack.”

“Alright, so my list is also… a bit long.” You tilted your head, watching his eyes shift absently around. After so many years with you, he was no longer self-conscious about letting you watch his eyes this closely, much to your delight. In the low light of the bedroom, his eyes were a soft, dark brown rather than the green or grey they could shift to during the day. Beautiful as always, especially with the little crinkles at the corners of his eyes, lines that now seemed permanent even when he wasn’t smiling. You brushed your thumb over a few of those lines, your playful tone falling away into something more serious. “What if I like it, though? These parts of you that are getting older? Like these laugh lines.”

He furrowed his brow pitifully. “Now you’re telling me I’m wrinkly, too?”

“Oh, fuck you!” you huffed, his body shaking beneath you as he laughed. “You know that’s not what I meant. Stop deflecting, I’m serious.”

“I’m know you are, even if you’re telling me I’m a grey, grizzled, wrinkled husk.” He groaned theatrically, rolling his head back. “You should just bury me if I’m that old.”

“Not a chance. Not when I love everything I’m seeing. Like these…” 

You leaned in and planted a kiss on the laugh lines in question, feeling them grow deeper under your lips as he smiled.

“And these…”

Another kiss, this time against one of the grey patches in his beard, making him sigh. 

“...and goddamn do I love all this, too,” you murmured, sitting back so you could drag your hands hungrily down the front of him. There was no part of him you didn’t love, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t just a little obsessed with the dark hair now edging up past his shirt collar—so much of it now that he’d finally given up on shaving his chest and let it all grow back—and the slightly thicker lines of his abdomen and hips, both of them a touch softer than they had been almost a decade ago when you’d first met him. You’d know; you’d been laying on him almost every night for most of that decade, barring a few rough patches and business trips.

“Mrs. Murdock,” he breathed in feigned shock, as if he wasn’t aware of exactly how much you enjoyed both his chest hair and the whole of his body from top to bottom, “are you insinuating something about me?” “You mean like insinuating I’m the reason you now eat regularly and aren’t so dehydrated that I can practically draw a map of your veins by sight?” You squeezed at the meat of his abdomen and hips greedily, your voice growing smug as you kneaded at him. Your touch made him chuckle and squirm beneath you, only drawing more protests from the cat trying to sleep on top of his feet. “Yes. Yes, I am. You’re welcome for the health, by the way. You’re aging like a fine wine, husband dearest. And it makes me happy.” 

His face softened at that, one hand leaving your hips to lay against your sternum. “If your heart wasn’t beating so steadily, I’d say you were just trying to flatter me,” he mused. “But… me getting older really is making you happy, isn’t it?”

“It is. I…” 

You paused for a moment, struggling to put into words what you were feeling. His hand at your hip edged up under your shirt until he could rub his thumb soothingly at your skin, content to wait while you figured out how to say what you wanted to say.

“I think it’s that… there was a time when I wasn’t sure if you’d live long enough for me to see you grow old with me.” You cupped his face in your hands, treasuring the way his eyes fell slowly closed and he leaned into your touch so openly, so easily. It had taken so much work to get him here, where he felt comfortable accepting your love and your affection, but it had been worth every ounce of effort. You traced over his laugh lines again with your thumbs before skipping down to the faint smile lines at the corners of his mouth, a mouth that pursed to kiss your thumb when you swept one over his lips. “But you did. I’m getting to see it. That’s special to me. I want to see that… that you’re still alive, that you’re living long enough for these things to happen. I want to see all these little grey hairs, and wrinkles, and the way your body has gotten a bit softer, because every little piece of you that gets older represents a moment I didn’t know if I’d get with you.”

He drew in a shaky breath before his eyes fluttered slowly open again. And in the dark of his eyes there was such a reverent joy, such a bone-deep love filling their depths that it almost took your breath away. You’d never tire of seeing it, even if you both lived for another fifty, another hundred, another thousand years, joined in this lifetime and in whatever came next. Religion had nothing on being loved fully, wholly by Matt. 

“I could say the same thing about you,” he breathed, his hand at your sternum sliding up to cradle your neck, thumb sweeping gently over the thin skin above your pulse. He pressed just a little, just enough to tug your skin back and forth. A moment later, he tugged you in until he could feather a kiss against your pulse where his thumb had been, lingering there as you nuzzled into his dark hair. “And spots like right here.”

“What’s changed there?” 

“The texture of your skin. How much it moves when I touch it. I like to think,” he whispered against your throat, “that your skin’s a little looser here now, more worn in, because I’ve stroked at it so much that I’ve changed you permanently. It’s a sign of just how much I’ve touched you, how many times you’ve trusted me and let me put my hands here. It’s never mattered to you how scarred those hands were, how covered in blood. You let my love leave a mark.”

He tightened his other hand against your hip next, taking hold of the curves that had changed as you’d journeyed through the years with him. “And you’re softer now, too, just like me.” From there he smoothed his hand affectionately upwards over your ribs and up past your breasts, mapping over all of the places your body had begun to show your age like his: stretchmarks and small wrinkles where once skin had been smooth and tight, scars from old battles now faded and ragged with time. The journey his hand took was made with reverence, tender and heavy with intent, his smile so very soft and almost… wondrous. “I may not be able to see you, but I can feel you growing old with me, too, sweetheart. More curves, a few wrinkles. It’s like I can feel your body sinking deeper and deeper into a life with me.”

“That’s what happens when love winds up being your gravity.” You leaned in to kiss his forehead lines. “A decade of being drawn in by you.”

“Mhm. And up here.” He shifted his hand at your throat to cup your face like you had his, his thumb tracing the corners of your eyes. “Laugh lines. Because our life’s made you laugh so much that it changed you. They weren’t there the first time I put my hands here. But they are now. Signs of how happy you are with me. And there are more every year, because you… love me enough to stay.”

“Hey, my Devil-Man,” you whispered, tilting his head up until your forehead could meet yours. He didn’t bother to hide the vulnerability in his eyes, this old wound of his. It was mostly mended now, when it came to you, but sometimes that furrowed scar inside his heart still made him ache. “Do you need me to remind you again? I’m not going anywhere, husband of mine. There’s nowhere you’ll go that I won’t follow.”

“I know.” His eyes fluttered as you stroked at his skin. His arms left your face until he could wind them tighter around you, pulling you in tight against him until his every breath became yours. That seemed to settle him some, the weight of you against his chest, especially when you dropped your head to his shoulder, nuzzling in against his neck. “That’s… that’s just it. With me, you see… moments you didn’t think you’d have because you didn’t think I’d make it. And I didn’t think I’d have this with you, either. A home, wrinkles, greying hair. Not because I didn’t think you’d live long enough, but… but because I never thought I’d find someone who could love me enough to stay this long. To love me this long. Long enough that I could feel you grow old with me.”

“Loving you has never been a chore, Matt.” You breathed in the scent of his skin, soap and the faint copper of blood, traces of cinnamon and just him. It was a scent you knew better than your own. You  lifted your hand to run your knuckles down his cheek, tracking your way through his greying beard, hoping that your touch would help your words sink in. He slid his hands up under the back of your shirt to drag his palms smoothly down your back, comforting himself with the feel of your skin as he tilted his head, listening to your heartbeat. It wasn’t because he thought you were lying, that much you knew. But he’d told you once he found the truth soothing when hearing something that might make him feel otherwise vulnerable. Something like this, this old wound of his, absolutely qualified. “And it never will be, no matter what comes at us. If you need me to remind you of that every day, I will. I’ll tell you that over and over again, until the day we die and get buried in matching coffins.”

“The same coffin,” he said quietly, tipping his head to nuzzle at your temple. “There’s a reason we took ‘Till death do we part’ out of our vows. No parting, even in death.” 

“Do they even sell double coffins? If so, I’m down.” “Even if they don’t, I’ll tell Foggy to make sure I end up in yours with you.” “I think I should end up in yours.” “Why?” “Because everyone will just assume your coffin’s extra heavy due to your goddamn audacity.” He burst out laughing beneath you, his body shaking and almost throwing you off him entirely. “I’m just saying,” you continued, trying not to grin as he choked out more laughter, “you live your life in a very particular way, man without fear. ‘Christ, why is his coffin so heavy?’ And our friends can just say, ‘well, you know, it’s Matt Murdock’ and it’ll explain everything. No one will notice me shoved in underneath you so you can lay on top of me forever.” 

“It’s a date,” he said, still huffing in amusement. A pointed paw tapped at your back before starting a walk up your spine. “Speaking of which, looks like someone’s eager to get in on the cuddling.” “Behold, offer to cuddle and both Matts will appear,” you snorted as roughly twenty pounds of scarred black cat trod his way stubbornly up and onto your shoulder, rasping out an indignant meow that sounded like he’d been smoking a pack a day for the past seven years, because how dare the two of you do this without inviting him. “I’m about to be sandwiched, I think. Hello, Mini-Matt.”

Sure enough, Matt’s smaller clone enthusiastically rammed his head against your temple, making you grunt, before doing the same to Matt’s chin. He was already purring like an old motorcycle engine in a request to get in on what seemed like a nice, cozy cuddle pile, as if Matt would ever turn the cat down. Sure enough, Matt leaned in, planting a kiss to Mini’s big fuzzy forehead before turning and laying a much gentler kiss on yours as Mini draped himself over your shoulder, stretching one paw out to pat Matt's face. “Something tells me you don’t mind, though.”

“Not even a little.” 

[mapengen-com]

i know that in “penguins” we insisted a lot on the “elisa looks just like mapi” topic, but i feel like it can be not-that-easy to imagine a little mapi sometimes, especially in a way that matches my vision of elisa.

SO, here i am, with a few gifs of lil mapi from her dare to play episode to show you how i imagine elisa when i'm planning and writing the oneshots <3

i specially always imagined her with this specific hairstyle (just over her shoulder w/ a tiny ponytail), so, yeah, now you know my view on our kid

[cafe-mysa]

as fast as clockwork || freminet oneshot

title: as fast as clockwork day 3: accelerated heartbeat // kissing in the snow // "here, take my coat." // "let's hope the snow will make this christmas right." fandom: genshin impact character: freminet wc: 439 oneshot (credit to @12daysofchristmas for the prompt) !!content under the cut!! a/n why the FUCK did this take so long to write jesus christ i'm so sorry for the Very late submission.

just remember to breathe, freminet, lyney had told him minutes prior before slinking off with a sly wink.

they like you, so there's nothing to worry about, lynette added quietly, they'll like it, don't worry. you're good at what you do.

archons, his hands wouldn't stop shaking. all he wanted was to find his diver's helmet, shove it unceremoniously onto his head and crouch in the corner, unwilling to respond or talk to anyone. archons, he knew his rehearsed speech would go out the window - how did lyney do this all the time in front of hundreds of people including their archon? all he wanted to do was to dive into the ocean and find the deepest parts, ones that he was sure even neuvillette didn't know about.

"freminet?"

fuck.

"hello," his voice came out a lot higher than he intended, and he cringed internally, coughing into his fist, "h-hello..."

fantastic start, freminet, you bombed it.

"lyney said you wanted to give me something?"

fantastic.

fan-fucking-tastic.

he made a mental note to (accidentally) break the drainage pipes near lyney's room later.

(a little bit of little brother revenge never hurt anybody, after all.)

he hated everything about this.

he hated how clammy his hands were getting, how they were trembling, how he could feel his pulse fluttering as his hands not-so-subtly hid the gift behind his back.

"freminet?" you peered around him as he squeaked and shuffled away, turning away from you with a small frown.

very subtle.

"i did," he muttered, fiddling with the ribbon, clearing his throat again, "i did want to, ah, give you something, but-but it's-it may not be to-you may not like it."

just remember to breathe, freminet, his brother's damned words echoed in his brain as he cursed under his breath (easier said than done).

"i-"

they like you, so there's nothing to worry about, they'll like it, don't worry. you're good at what you do.

okay.

he could do this.

"i wanted to give you-the-"

well fuck.

"freminet, take your time," you beamed, slightly amused.

he really needed you to stop looking at him like that.

"you're not good for my heart," he muttered finally, reluctantly giving in and taking his hands out from behind his back, timidly showing you the mechanical penguin in your colour.

"aren't i?" you hummed, gently taking it and letting it rest in your hands (it fit perfectly, you noted), "i think i'm perfectly good for your heart."

"it shouldn't be beating this fast," he muttered, "it's not normal."

speaking of lyney...

"do you want me to teach you how to accidentally break a drainage pipe?"

[qin-qin16]

If it's ok can I request a Reaper sans x reader x geno sans oneshot with fluff and suggestive themes (since reaper can act spicy lol) where it is a polly relationship with the three of them dating each other. The reader is kind, chill, Tomboyish and plays guitar and sings. Reaper acts like his usual flirty but caring and coffee loving self and geno acts like his shy, smart, kind and tsundere self and reader does tolerate reapers clingyness and flirts more than geno lol and reader would show the Bois an equal amount of affection. I hope this is ok with you :)

cw: Reaper x Reader x Geno, fluff, reaper can touch reader, maybe ooc?, suggestive talk in the end, bird courting, gn!reader…  

note: This was a big challenge since I never write anything about Reaper or Geno, but I tried my best! I didn't put the guitar part because I couldn't find where to put it.

You examine the small stone between your fingers; it not only fits comfortably in the palm of your hand, but it is also meticulously oval-shaped without any sharp or deep edges. However, what made your eyes light up about the stone was its color: a lovely, transparent rose hue that stood out vibrantly against the surrounding light.

Without realizing it, your lips curled into a small smile, subconsciously mirroring Reaper’s grin, who had, in fact, been the one to give you the small stone.

“What is this?” Your eyes finally lift, shifting your gaze to the empty sockets of the skeleton.

Reaper merely tilts his head to the side, as if observing something about you — perhaps your curious expression or the glimmer in your eyes. To you, he seemed just pleased with your reaction to the stone, but there was something more in his familiar and relaxed posture.

“It’s a gift, a mate gift.” He confesses in a tone so unlike his usual one; his voice is soft, almost a hesitant whisper.

You bow your head for a moment, your teeth fully exposed in the broad smile that spreads across your face — your eyes once again focused on the stone, which now rests in the palm of your hand. Even though you don’t fully grasp Reaper’s words, your appreciation for the gift hasn’t lessened at all; in fact, it seems to deepen, resonating with your soul.

“It’s a beautiful gift, I really like it…” Your voice is as soft as his; not shy, but warm and appreciative of the small, yet deeply meaningful gift.

In response to your words, Reaper brushes his face against yours, letting out a deep purr between his teeth. Laughing at the gesture, you don’t even realize you’re reciprocating the affection, gently rubbing against him, your foreheads touching in a tender display of affection. Wanting to amuse him a bit, you whistle melodically at him, a sound reminiscent of a bird calling to its mate.

“Did you know that penguins give stones to their partners as a symbol of marriage?” You only realize you had your eyes closed when you open them and see Geno standing not too far away, a smug grin on his face, “It’s like an engagement ring in their language,” he adds, approaching with slow steps.

Pulling your faces apart slightly, you glance sideways at Reaper, beginning to piece together the puzzle in your mind.

“Why am I not so surprised?” It was a rhetorical question, as with Geno’s words, you were starting to make sense of some of Reaper’s peculiar habits, like the one from earlier (or when he gathered a bunch of blankets and sheets and had both you and Geno sleep in that pile of fabric with him for days).

Finally at your side, Geno also pressed his face against yours, though more as a gentle touch than a warm embrace. He then extended one of his hands close to your face, revealing that, in the middle of his palm, was a small stone slightly different from yours — it was rounder and more opaque, resembling a pearl except for its size and its pinkish hue.

“I couldn’t pass up the chance to court you two before moving on to the mating part—” And before Reaper could finish his sentence, Geno pushed his face away from yours.

This prompts a genuine laugh from you. While such moments like these weren’t unusual, it’s still amusing to see Geno blushing at Reaper’s intimate suggestion.

If these small stones really mean what you’re starting to understand from Geno’s explanation, then you wouldn’t mind spending the rest of your life with these two skeletons so cherished by your heart.

[strkyoo]

i love the way you write lynette! she's so cutie patootie and huggable :)

since the request is still open, can i request freminet x male reader? where reader is reviewing an album photo of freminet and his siblings when they're still young. freminet became all embarrassed by your praises, like "you're so cute in this photo" or anything like that. it can be drabble or oneshot, i don't mind, pls take your time <3

✦ 彡 CHILDHOOD MEMORIES

pairing ; freminet x male!reader — fluff !

in which ; freminet and you accidentally find his old photo album, and the two of you decide to look at it.

warnings ; established relationship, energetic reader?, nicknames (fremi — freminet receiving), many compliments and teasing from reader bc they cherish fremi with all of their soul (relatable), flushy fremi, tooth rotting fluff bc AUGH i love this boy so SO muhc — wc ; 773

a/n ; a freminet x male reader?? HELLO???? dont mind if i do 🙏🙏‼️ though i think this is more leaned to gn side so hope you dont mind :3

〉MASTERLIST〈

today is indeed a lovely day, where you’re just chilling in freminet’s quiet, penguin-themed room. since the twins are out of the house for their magic performance, the two of you can do anything without being disturbed and teased by the twins.

it was really fun— you played with freminet for hours in his bedroom, from card games like uno to role playing with his penguin plushie, pers. until you saw something strange poked out from his drawer. something like… an album photo?

you walked toward the album photo and took it with a curious grin, walking back to his bed and holding the book tightly in your arms— just in case freminet wanted to take the book from you. but instead of trying to take the book or plead to you, he silently observed the old book in your arms. as if he wanted to see the book containing his childhood photos too!

you flipped the first page, and there was a quite old photo (based on the texture and quality) of freminet in his baby form. hugging his beloved penguin plushie, pers, so tightly. he looked kinda funny too.

“you’re so cute!!” you exclaimed, looking at the baby photo of him and his current self repeatedly. “see how much you’ve changed, fremi!” you added with a genuine smile, pressing your nose against his squishy cheeks, intentionally kissed it too.

“... i looked goofy.” he suddenly added, his voice still monotone, but you can sense a hint of shyness in it. he was being so straightforward... “pfft—! well, baby photos are always goofy and weird, but you looked cuter here!”

freminet couldn’t help but smile as well at your compliment, as he kept observing his baby form while waiting for you to flip to another page.

the next page, there is a photo of freminet reaching the age of five and getting a penguin pajamas as a gift from the twins. gosh, he looked so happy— that big, innocent smile brings a smile to you too!

“ah, i remembered that pajama. ever since lyney and lynette gave it to me on my birthday, i never even want to change my clothes. i insisted on wearing it all the time,” he admitted with a sheepish chuckle, pointing at the penguin pajamas.

you squealed because you were melted by the photo, swinging your legs excitedly. “archons, fremi! why are you so cute?!” you asked with a hint of aggressive affection, making freminet a little surprised. were his old photos that cute? it wasn’t even close to good… he thought.

after a few minutes of trying to calm down, you flipped to the next page, revealing the younger freminet hugging his penguin plushie while sleeping so serenely. and he looked so pretty too…

“i don’t remember this photo.” freminet said quietly, observing his younger sleeping self. “did lyney take it without my knowledge?” he asked again, quietly, as if he was asking himself.

“why are you suddenly whispering?” you suddenly asked, accidentally breaking the silence and cracking a smile. “oh, uh—”

“i just didn’t want to wake him up.” he joked while pointing at his younger self in the picture, making you laugh a little and nudging his shoulder playfully. “are you always like this? lookin’ so pretty when you were asleep?”

“s-stop…” he mumbled, clearly getting overwhelmed by each of your compliments. “don’t ‘s-stop’ me! just admit that you’re not just a pretty crier, but a pretty sleeper too!”

as time goes by, you spend hours looking at the childhood album photo with your boyfriend. you couldn’t stop squealing and showering him with so much affection and kisses, and it made him blush hard for the rest of the day. it’s not your fault that he’s so goddamn adorable.

another note ; IM BACK!! omg finally WUAUAUUA it took so long to write this smh…. i miss writinf so much.. kinda fell in love with this new theme ngl

likes, comments & reblogs are appreciated ! ♡

— © strkyoo, 2023.

[hollaforlyla]

when it snows on your first date with them

dazai, chuuya, ranpo<3

warnings: lowercase writing

a/n: expect many christmas themed oneshots throughout all december!

dazai osamu 🩹

the two of you would have a blast!!

despite dazai not being a huge fan of the cold, and would just prefer to be inside wth some hot cocco and a butt load of blankets cuddling with you-

you loved the snow, and dazai would just fulfil your wishes and go out on this winter wonderland of a date.

snowball fights, snowangels, building snowmen; no matter what you both did he would love and cherish every second of it.

and he knows you do as well!

~

you woke up cold. your feet were cold, your arms were cold, your face a bit cold, despite the two blankets that covered your entire body. you twirled around on your sheets, looking any sense of warmth you could offer yourself.

the past two minutes went by and you were still cold. you slowly sat upm your hair a mess, drool on your sheets and your PJ's all wrinkly. you looked left and right, rubbing your eye as you leaned over to look at the clock on your bedside.

"11: 35.." you mummer to yourself. as you woke yourself up by streching and stepping out of the bed, your entire body shivered as you walked toward your bedroom apartment window.

as you opened the curtains, your eyes widen to find it wide open and the sight of pure, white snow sparkled in your eyes.

suddenly a bright smile appeared on your face.

"it's snowing..."

you closed the window to warm the room up and took out your phone.

"it's snowing..!" you chanted a bit louder to yourself.

you unlcoked your phone and smiled at the homescreen. it was a beautiful picture of your boyfriend and you.

you never saw yourself dating osamu dazai; him of all people! yet here you are!

"it's snowinggggg!!" you squealed as you called him, fixing the bedsheets and waited for him to pick up.

"'m'hello?" his morning voice caused you to smile brighter, "IT'S SNOWING, DAZAI, IT'S SNOWING!!" you cheered, you swore your neighbors could call out a noise complaint in less then two seconds, but you didn't care.

dazai's laugh to himself caused you get butterfiles as you heard shuffling on the other end as well; "well, what do you know~ you're right!"

you squealed, putting him on speaker mode, hearing him yawn as you ran to your closet.

"are you ready for our date?" you called out to him and you heard him...

"what do you mean?"

you paused and went silent.

on the other end dazai bite his lip, waiting to see if you'll answer...and when you didn't he felr suddenly bad and laughed; "i'm just messin' with you, 'donna~ of course i am...however, i'm not the hugest fan of winter..."

dazai admitted and you rolled your eyes; "come on- it'll be fun! meet you at the park?"

before he could asked, he knew the park by your apartment. of course.

"not if i meet you first!"

and he hangs up...taking a whole 10 minutes to actually get ready for this winter date<3

~

"osamu..."

"y/n..."

both you and him looked at each other, your laughter threating to escape as you saw your boyfriend. there he was, standing in front of you with a black winter hat, two striped scarfs, one vest, another large brown leather jacket, a pair of baggy jeans and winter boots.

oh, and we cant forget the gloves that you can barely use your fingers!!

"osamu, you look ridiculous." you laughed.

"and you look astonishing- one of us has to sell the look, and i'm so happy it's you." he waddled up to you, and you didn everything in your power to not laugh as he kissed your lips.

"you walk like a penguin!" you grabbed his coat and laughed into his puffy chest.

he chuckled; "a sexy penguin?" "if you want to thihink that!"

you giggled, until you felt something wrap around your neck. you opened your eyes to see a black and white scarf get placed around your neck, "you'll catch a cold, love." dazai spoke close to your ear, causing you to shiver.

you smiled and thanked him; "now, where shall we begin?"

chuuya nakahara 🍷

what?- what do you mean it's snowing?

great, now your going be cold!!

chuuya doesn't mind the winter weather, he just hates seeing you cold.

however, he would still make this date the best date he can for you.

because you deserve it!

~

"y/n! it's 8 degrees out here; can you please wear the jacket i got for you?!" he called out to you as you threw the jacket off you, accidentaly, and ran toward he pile of fresh snow that wasat the park close to where chuuya lived.

he couldn't help but smile at your childish laughter; almost as if you have never seen snow in your life.

you jumped into the snow and chuuya cringed; "oh- come on! love, your going to catch a cold!!" he raced after you and helped you out of the pile of the cold snow and wrapped the jacket around your arms, dusting off as much snow as he can off from your sweater.

you smiled to yourself as he started to zip up the jacket as well, "you need to be more careful! i know you love the snow, but you could easily get sick in this weater, y/n!"

you nod as he pats your shoulders and kissed your cheek; pulling back to put on his gloves.

"okay, so we already had our lunch; are you still hun-EEHA!!"

his sudden shriek caused you to cackle out loud and almost fall backwards. ther was your beloved boyfriend hopping around the snow like a bunny as he tried to shake out the snow from his jacket.

as you were about to do it again, you looked up to see chuuya's back to you...you giggles turned into nervous laughter; did you piss him off??

"chuhuya? are you-"

your boyfriend suddnenly turned around and quickly grabbed your arm and used his gravity manipulation on you, pinning you to the snow gently and sat ontop of you.

"you've done it now~" he teased; your bidy squirming under him.

"wahait! chuuya- it's cooold! i'm sohoarry!"

"so am i; but this is deserved."

before you could react, a loud shriek followed by laughter caused chuuya to grin to himself. his hands that were holding two large snowballs were shoved up your sweater and jacket onto your bare skin, his hands that rubbed up and down your sides caused you to burst out into laughter as it tickled.

"wahait- what happened toho 'you'll cahatch a coOOHALD!!'" you shrieked again at the new feeling of cold snow on your bare back.

"don't worry babe; if you get sick i'll take care of you. but for now~...."

let's just say, side eyes were sent toward you and chuuya as you both fought like children in the snow.

~

you sneezed, feeling chuuya wrap a blanket around your shoulders. it was night, and you've caugh a cold from the amount of hours you both have been outside. your nose was red, and your ears were cold.

you sipped on your hot coco; chuuya sitting beside you.

"see;" he started as he finished ordering take-out, "told you i'll take care of you~"

ranpo edogawa 🔎

he already knew it was a bout to snow, which is why he chose today to ask you out.

he knew how much you didn't like the snow, so when you told him at was snowing he gave you THIS EXACT SMILE!!!

"then why don't we spend our date in here?~"

~

you gasped and smile widely, feeling a burst of happiness as you ran toward him and hugged him, spinning around. "lets bake cookes!! GASP, and make a gingerbread house!!"

your boyfriend laughed as he was spun around; "you've read my mind, sweetheart!!"

then the two of you went downtown. the kitchen...was a mess after you two were done. it started wth just the both of you mixing cookie batter; until your boyfrien's childish antics were summoned; and that's another reason you've fallen in love with him.

you felt a bunch of flour smack against your back, and a white smoke clouded our vision.

you suddenly started to laugh; "oh, you want to play that game?" you teased and grabbed a handful of batter and threw it at ranpo.

however he dodged; knowing you would throw back and attack.

then...turned into a food fight it did, and you an just figure out who won this one.

after the cookies were made; the two of you fed each other...and he complimented you...however he ate almost all the cookies you have baked.

althogh he helped, all he did was eat the batter and frosting.

same for the gingerbread house; you just needed 5 minutes to not have his fingers grabbing gingerbread pieces and snacking on them.

you both took a bunch of videos and photos of each other, having these memories hopefully forever!

ranpo had asked if he could watch christmas movies with you as you two went to bed, and with a lot of begged and pleading from him and with a sigh you agreed.

now here's you and ranpo, all snuggled in bed and with a click of the button you put on netflix and spent the night with ranpo.

"you knew it would snow, right?"

ranpo smirked and grinned, kissing your head.

"what if i did~"

you laughed, leaning up and kissed his lips.

"then nothing~ today was amazing!"

he smiled; "get ready for many more to come this fine winter~"

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Chapter 1

Here’s chapter 1 of my new fic “Hopeless” ! Check HERE for the prologue of the story if you haven’t already ! Please remember to like, reblog, add tags, comment and leave me some asks to let me know what you think so far (anon is on for a reason so don’t be shy, I promise I’m nice 🫶) . Stay tuned for more soon. Enjoy ❤️

WC:3.4K

TW: ableism

Practice, packing, kids…repeat.

It was a never ending cycle at this point and quite honestly it was a nice life. At nearly 37 he was now married with 2 kids and in his last years as a hockey player. Oftentimes he felt as if reality was slapping him in the face with the amount of things that had happened but he was content. As he parked his car in his driveway he quickly shook his head and snapped out of his mood while grabbing his bag and headed inside

One thing that he loved more than anything was his home, it was his pride and joy. It was proof of all his hard work and sacrifices, and most importantly it was where he and his wife and kids lived. What was once a dream all those years ago was now a reality and while often times it had his challenges, he was truly blessed “You’re home” his wife Jacqueline grinned as she opened the door Sidney grinned and put his bag down, giving her a kiss as their 5 year old son Aaron ran to him and hugged his legs “Hi daddy” he smiled wide “Hey buddy” Sidney ruffled his dark hair “How are you ? You have a good day ?” “I did but Roman was real grumpy” Aaron whispered “He throw his eggs on floor…he a bad boy” Guilt immediately took over Sidney as he kissed his son’s head and faked a grin “You know how Roman can be, how about you help mommy finish making dinner and I go talk to him ?” “Okay daddy” he nodded and ran off With a deep breath Sidney walked over to the children's playroom and peeked in the door as he saw Roman sitting down playing with legos quietly. He took a moment as he looked him over, if there was one thing that broke Sidney’s heart it was the fact that he couldn’t help his son with things sometimes. Roman and Aaron were twins, he still remembered the day he and Jacqueline found out and how excited they were. 

Everything was picture perfect up until the birth, Aaron came out first and all was well until suddenly there was a pause from the doctor and nurses. In what seemed like centuries later out came their second baby boy Roman who was instantly rushed to be looked at by a specialist. Less than 24 hours later he was diagnosed with a condition called spina-bifida, a lifelong condition that now 5 years later affected them all He knocked gently on the door to make his presence known to Roman and grinned “Hey buddy, can I come play with you ?”

“Yeah sure” Roman nodded quietly “You gonna yell at me cuz I throw my breakfast ?” “No of course not Ro” Sidney shook his head as he sat in front of him “We all have bad days, it’s alright” “Mommy said I was being bad and she made me use these” he sighed as he showed him his AFO braces on his legs “I hate these” “Those are….those are to help you” Sidney managed to get out quietly “Remember what Dr.Davis talked about ? How your legs just need a little extra help is all, you know you’ll be okay”

Roman simply shrugged “I say no and she tell me I bad so I throw my eggs”

“That wasn’t very kind to do” he admits “But it’s okay, let’s go have some dinner and you can say sorry to mommy and everything will be alright. You know she and I love you very very much” It was moments like this that made Sidney wonder just how much things could change in an instant. To him Aaron and Roman were perfection, Roman’s disability simply meant patience and for his little boys he would always have plenty. It was Jacqueline who he wasn’t so sure he could handle anymore.

“Hey babe” he said as he walked to the dining room helping Roman walk with his walker “Dinner ready ?” “I put his AFO’s on for a reason Sidney” Jacqueline responded as she turned around with a frown “They help strengthen his limbs and straighten his legs, the walker is just something he leans on. It doesn’t help him out like it should” “We’re not doing this” Sidney whispered low enough for her to hear “He had a rough day, let’s just please have dinner” “And what about me ?” she said back “Do I not matter ? Does my day not matter ?” “We’re gonna have dinner, we’re gonna put the boys to bed early tonight and then we can talk okay ?” he compromised “Please” Jacqueline nodded as she moved past him and set the table “Roman, honey I made you your own meal” “Jac, really ?” Sidney sighed taking a seat at the table “He can have what we’re having” Ever since they had received Roman’s diagnosis Jacqueline was dedicated to “healing” him, something Sidney hated. From feeding him certain vegetables and meats to putting him in numerous therapies, she was convinced that one day something would magically help Roman. Sidney knew she didn’t want to accept his diagnosis, that was she in denial. It broke his heart to see her spend endless nights reading articles and on the phone with doctors around the country. He knew her intentions were pure and that she loved with Roman with all her heart, but he also knew she was heading into a direction he’d soon need to stop “He’s got plenty of protein with tons of iron rich vegetables” she grinned “Did you know at least 30 grams of iron a day is needed for a child’s physical growth ? It’s very important for neurological purposes as well” He sighed “Jac, give him the damn pizza please. Aaron has some pizza, Roman should get the same. Don’t make him feel out of place” “You know what, since you know exactly what they need despite me being home with them all day, you go ahead and serve them whatever you want” she took off her apron “And clean up the table and then clean them up and give them baths and put them to bed. You seem to know everything there is to know about taking care of them despite me doing all the work until the late afternoon”

Sidney simply nodded, he knew when it came to arguments with her it was best to simply agree and deal with it later, after being with her for 18 years he knew the routine. It was in him to simply take the higher road, and for the boys he’d do it over and over. 

As soon as the boys had finished dinner he assumed his duties and did everything Jacqueline would usually do, “I tuck you in right ?” he asked with a chuckle “You guys look like little burritos”

“I’m cozy” Aaron grinned “Is mommy gonna kiss us goodnight ?”

“Of course” Jacqueline grinned as she walked in their room “Mommy was just showering” she bent down and kissed each of their forehead “I love you both very very much, sleep tight”

Sidney went and kissed them each after her, closing the door as he walked alongside her back to their bedroom, whenever they argued this seemed to be their go to and he wasn’t sure if he hated it this time because he knew exactly what came before bed and like clockwork he was right

He laid in bed after his shower and checked his emails, noting a meeting the next morning with the team’s new executive assistant to the coaches just before his phone was knocked out of his hands

“I’m sorry I was such a bitch to you” Jacqueline pouted as she straddled him and leaned down to kiss his neck “I was just so stressed from the morning”

“I know” Sidney rubbed her sides “It was a tough day with Roman, it’s alright. We just gotta do our best and be there for each other”

Jacqueline nodded in response and continued to kiss him, moving her hand down to the band of his pajama pants before he stopped her

“I’m out of condoms, I gotta get some from the bathroom cabinet” Sidney smirked as he kissed her “It’ll be quick”

“What if….what if we didn’t use one ?” she whispered

“Well considering you’re not on any birth control I don’t think that’d be exactly safe” he chuckled

She blushed a bit and bit her lip “Maybe it’s time we give it another go for a baby…it’s been 5 years, it’s the perfect age gap without it being too much”

“Oh sweetheart” Sidney said softly “I don’t think that’s a good idea yet babe”

Immediately after the sentence left his mouth he regretted it. The look of heartbreak on her face was enough for him to realize he had greatly messed up. Trying his best to save the moment he quickly sat up and held her hand in his

“I mean just not now, you know I’d love the boys to have a sibling relatively soon” he said softly kissing her hand “More than anything I’d love a mini you, a little Jacqueline to love and have around here”

“Yeah” she nodded as she settled onto her side “I know babe” He sighed “Jac, come on baby don’t get upset. You know I want another baby too we just…..we just need to wait” “But how long ? How much longer ?” she suddenly sat up “Sidney when we first got married we said we wanted our kids no more than 3 years apart, how we wanted them close in age so they could all grow up together and then we had the boys and it’s been 5 years” “I know” he said softly “Then ?” she asked “I mean Roman’s already getting better, I know in my heart and soul that soon he’ll be able to be normal and-” Sidney turned his head towards her and shook his head in disbelief, while in his heart he knew she didn’t mean any harm by it, it still hurt him to his core “Our son is a perfectly normal little boy” Sidney spoke sternly “And he is absolute perfection, how dare you say that he’s anything but that ?”

Jacqueline rubbed her face “I didn’t mean for it to come out that way, you know I love him to death. That I would do anything for him, I just meant that….that one day he won’t wonder why he’s not like Aaron. You can sit here and judge me all you want but you know it’s true Sidney. He’s 5 years old and he’s already well aware that he’s different than his brother” “Because you single him out” Sidney finally snapped “I give him extra attention because I want him to be healthy, because I want him to improve and because I want him to have a better future” she snapped back “You know what I’m sleeping in the guest room tonight, I need space” he got up “Good” Jacqueline said as she lied back down and turned her back Sidney didn’t know what more he could take, he only hoped the next morning would be much better

*****************************

Rather than have an awkward morning at home Sidney opted to simply leave the kids a note before they were awake and sent Jacqueline a morning text wishing her a good day. He stopped by and grabbed a coffee before he got to  management's office as per his usual routine. Just before he entered the elevator, he heard a voice calling for him to hold the door “I got ya” he chuckled “Looks like we're both a little behind” “Oh goodness this is so embarrassing” she chuckled nervously “I didn’t mean to yell at you like some psycho” “You’re okay” he gave her a grin as he pressed the button to his floor “Yours ?” “Oh same” she grinned Everything seemed well until suddenly the elevator stopped and dropped them down quickly bringing to a rough halt. The lights blinked on and off as a voice on the intercom assured them someone would be there to help them as soon as it was possible “Are you alright ?” Sidney asked as the lights came back on “Oh god you’re bleeding” he whispered as he took out a handkerchief from his suit coat and stepped over to apply it to her forehead “Sorry, dad instincts”

“I’m…I’m okay” she said softly “Just hit my head on the door a little too hard when we dropped” He nodded as he kept his hand in place and watched her take out her phone “Uh I don’t think we have service here” “You’re right” she whispered “God I hope I don’t get fired, I have my first big meeting with my boss today” Sidney tilted his head as he began to think “By any chance are you the new executive assistant to coaches ?” “That’s me” she grinned and offered her hand “I’m Cecelia Harper, it’s a shame I’m meeting you officially in these circumstances but it’s still nice to meet you” “Sidney” he said softly and shook her hand “I’m Sidney, I’m team captain” “I know who you are” Cecelia chuckled “I’m sorry we had to meet this way but I really appreciate you helping me out and well….you can now vouch for me when Mr.Dubas asked why I was late and I can use this as proof” she held up the handkerchief He couldn’t help but laugh at her wit as he met her eyes “You always this funny ?” “Only when I hit my head and get stuck in the elevator with a stranger” she responded with a smile “Other times I’m quite calm” “You’re gonna fit right in with everyone Mrs. Harper” he chuckled “Oh god do I look so old that I’m a Mrs. now ?” she laughed “What a day, I get stuck in an elevator, hit my head and now I’m getting called old by the city’s idol” Sidney laughed loudly as he shook his head “You’re hysterical you know that ?” “I’d say thank you but you just called me old” Cecelia responded with a slight grin “You look fairly young” he commented back “You really do Ms. Harper” he corrected himself “I’m 27” she responded “And please call me Cece, and I must add I feel young at heart and that’s truly all that matters” “I feel you on that one” Sidney nodded “I say that as I stand in front of you with my head full of greys and going into my 19th career season” “So that makes you…..37” Cecelia nodded “Hey, 30’s are the new 20’s. It’s the new thing” Sidney scoffed “Yeah thanks for that” “I mean it” she laughed “It’s really cool you’re dedicated to your career, it’s honestly very admirable. How does it feel to be doing something you love every day ?” He gave her a grin “It feels amazing, I love hockey. It’s been my life for so so long that I can’t picture myself without it. My wife and kids would say otherwise though, they say I’m all about hockey a little too much” “Oh come on, they gotta love it” she said “It’s a cool sport, and this city’s amazing. I’ve only been here 4 months and I’m obsessed”

“Where are you originally from ?” Sidney asked as he sat down on the floor with her “New York” Cecelia answered with a proud smile “Manhattan to be exact” “A New Yorker, where’s the accent  though ?” he teased “I was about to ask you the same thing…..yinzer” she replied saying the last word in an overtop Pittsburgh accent He laughed some more and shook his head in disbelief he was feeling so comfortable with a complete stranger he didn’t know up until 20 minutes prior “I’m Canadian Cece, if anything I carry a Nova Scotian accent more than a Pittsburgh” “So that’s why you say about like a-boot ?” she smirked “Hey” he snickered “I haven’t been made fun of in years” “There’s a chance for everything” Cece winked Just as he was about to say something back the elevator shook and suddenly jolted up as it proceeded normal movement causing her to bump into his side 

“Well looks like everything’s back to normal now” she said softly as she gently put her hands on his arm to balance herself “Let’s now hope we make it to the 8th floor in one piece” He gave her a nod as he helped her grab her things and stepped out first to offer her hand “Looks like the cut stopped bleeding, bathrooms are down the hall to the right.. I’ll tell Kyle you’ll be in shortly” “Thanks Sidney” Cecelia smiled “I’ll be quick, less than 2 minutes and I’ll be in there” “Take your time Cece” Sidney grinned as he walked in Kyle Dubas’s office and greeted him with a handshake “Nice to see you Kyle” “Nice to see you too Sid, heard what happened with the elevator as per the maintenance team” he grinned “All good” Sidney nodded “We’ll be set to go once I introduce you to a new member of our team” Kyle informed him “Glad you could be here to introduce you first” And just like earlier, in came Cecelia with a gentle knock and a much more polished appearance. One that made him eye her up and down as discreetly as he could. Now in proper lighting he could see her smile and the way her curls moved as she walked, He quickly stepped out of his trance and stood up “I actually already met her, she was in the elevator with me” he commented “So you could explain to me why our new executive assistant has a gash in the corner of her head ?” Kyle asked concerned as he phoned the lobby “First aid kid up to my office immediately please along with an ice pack” “Oh Mr.Dubas I’m perfectly fine” Cecelia assured “When the elevator dropped I was off balance and hit my head, I’m all good” “Nonsense, listen, why don’t we just call it a day and you come back in 2 days. I feel awful this happened on your first day, you need to get some rest and get that cut looked at” Kyle instructed “I’ll email you later today alright ?” “Well….if you insist” Cecelia chuckled “I’ll see you then”

Sidney merely glanced in her direction as she walked out, he looked down at kyle’s files as he was too preoccupied answering another call and quickly jotted down the number in his phone. After having his scheduled meeting he stepped outside and sent a text Hope you don’t mind I got your number from Kyle, it’s me Sidney by the way. Hope you feel better and well welcome to the team. You fit right in He read it over and over until he got a notification and grinned to himself as he read it Oh the dude who gave me his handkerchief and called me old ? Thanks for reaching out Sidney and thank you for all you did today. Feeling a lot better now that I’m actually sitting down at a cafe eating For a second he debated asking her where he was and if he could join her but he knew it’d be too much considering they had just met, it was a line he couldn’t cross but on the other hand it was simply him welcoming a new member on the team, something he had done dozens of other times. After overthinking it, he felt his phone buzz with another notification I see you standing, I’m here at the cafe right across from you. Feel free to join me if you’re not busy He simply looked at the text and exited his messages, checking to see if Jacqueline had texted him a response from his text earlier and nothing, she hadn’t even read it. Putting his phone back in his pocket he walked across the street and entered the cafe, spotting Cecelia in a booth and walking over “Wanna have some of this coffee cake ? It’s huge and while I could totally eat it all I feel like it’d be rude of me to do so” Cece chuckled “Sure” Sidney grinned “So,tell me more about yourself and how of all the jobs possible you end up working with a hockey team ?” He watched as she talked and felt something awaken in him, a feeling that he hadn’t gotten in a long time and one that he knew could steer him into trouble

Hope you all enjoyed. Please let me know your thoughts and feedback, it’s what keeps us writers going. See y'all in chapter 2 :)

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Please come to the Principal´s Office

A Gift for @chronoghoul inspired by his very good Oneshot Hazbin Hotel Post

I saw on your Masterlist, that you write for DC as well and my mind came up with a little School Talk with a few DC Characters :-)

Jonathan Crane

“Do I understand you correctly? I am now in your Office, because my offspring is said,  to have done something against the schools rules during Lunch?” - Jonathan Crane folded his hands in his lap and looked at the school principal expectantly. He was a busy psychiatrist and university professor and had no time to deal with a school meeting. The fact that he had been called on his cell phone, stealing his valuable time, which the villain could have used differently, scratched at his thin nerves.

“Mr. Crane, I understand that you are a busy man, but your child's behavior during the lunch break was completely inappropriate and...”

Jonathan sighed deeply and gave the school principal a brief disapproving look.

He had more to do with his valuable time, devoting himself to his research, finding new potential test patients for an improved version of his fear gas.

“You got into a fight with another student during lunch break?” - Jonathan's gaze briefly went over to you. 

You are sitting in the chair next to him and the resentment and dissatisfaction of sitting here in the principal's office. A waste of time. For a busy man and villain like Jonathan Crana aka Scarecrow, it was not in keeping with the schedule or productive to be called to his son's school for such a naive incident. 

And the man put all of these thoughts into a single look at you.

And you try to make yourself a little smaller in your chair.

“Yes, but only because....”, you wanted to justify yourself, explain why you wanted to hurt that asshole. But your father quickly silenced you with a non-verbal hand gesture.

“I don't care what the reason was! You will be grounded after school for such behavior, I expected better behavior from you!”  - Jonathan said angrily and you don’t dare contradict him.

“.....yes Dad…….”, you look at your lap and let the words of your father and the headmaster wash over you…how naive and inappropriate this incident during lunch break was and that a repeat incident would arise with more than just the additional detention at school.

You now decide to hate the headmaster and see the office as a disliked favorite place. You had only wanted to beat a little respect into this other student…after all, this idiot said that the Joker was much more powerful and cooler than Scarecrow. 

You just wanted to defend the villain’s honor and your dad’s name. It didn’t really work out that well.

Oswald Cobblepot

“Do YOU ​​actually know who I am?!”

The slightly loud, aggressive voice of your father Oswald Cobblepot echoes very loudly in the small office and underlines the presence of the penguin with his two bodyguards even more clearly. The criminal man had a clear idea of ​​who was wasting time here and what a cheek it was to have a conversation at this time?

“I had a meeting with an important business partner at LUNCH and YOU said there was an emergency and I had to come to school! My son is alive, didn't set anything on fire and got a good grade in history! DON'T WASTE my damn time!”

You could see how the hatred and dislike for the director was almost starting to make stormy waves in your father's bright eyes. Lunch meetings were important to him. Sometimes you were allowed to be there and learn what it means to be as successful a businessman as your father. You look up to him...even though his emotional outbursts and minor tantrums over the simplest things that can go wrong can be damn exhausting at times, you know that your father loves you and would do anything to keep you safe. And when he takes your side immediately because there was a fight at lunch with another student.

"Mr. Cobblepot - it's standard procedure when there's been a fight incident and after-school detention is for your son..."

"Detention!? Oh no! That will have consequences for YOU, I'm complaining to the board of directors for your school district and YOU will lose your job! My son was only defending himself and I'm proud of him,"  -  your father gave you a brief, loving pat on the right shoulder, his gaze never leaving the principal.

“Um…that won’t be necessary, I’d like to keep my job…wh…we’ll just give the other student detention…”,  - the headmaster stammered nervously as the two bodyguards positioned themselves to the right and left of his desk and made threatening gestures and glances at the headmaster.

Oswald clapped his hands happily and gave you a sign to get up and follow him.

“Wonderful! But if I'm called here again because MY little shark is said to have done some bullshit, you'll regret it, Mr. Headmaster!” -  and with these words your father pushed you towards the door with gentle pressure.

One problem less and as you proudly tell your dad in the car that you got into a fight,  because someone thought you were a disappointment to someone like the penguin as a successful villain, the anger and aggression that had just been directed at the headmaster gave way to pride and recognition. 

And the promise to go on an extended shopping trip with you after the next meeting.

Harley Quinn

The bubble gum bubble burst with a loud bang and the atmosphere in the headmaster's office was just a little bit tense.

“So my little angel is said to have disrupted the Lunch Break with a Fight? Are you kidding me? Do you actually know who I am!” -  Harley leaned forward a little in her chair and created a new bubble with the gum, which she burst right in front of the headmaster's face. 

Just to annoy him a little bit. And to defend her offspring. After all, Harley knew very well that there were many reasons why she was now allowed to have a conversation with the headmaster. But no one would drag her child's name through the mud.

"Mum? Um... actually the headmaster is right, I got into a fight, but only because that other student was talking meanly about you and Dad," -  you mumble, playing nervously with the sleeves of your jacket. 

That one stupid comment that the Joker and Harley Quinn are disturbed psychopaths and that it would be better if you were placed in a foster family made your blood boil... your parents are by no means perfect and their relationship, just like the parenting methods and parenting, has its problems, issues and ups and downs... but you love your parents when they're not in prison or in Arkham. 

Nobody is allowed to speak badly about your parents when you're around... and nobody is allowed to insult your mum by calling her a disturbed psychopath.

"Naaaw that's really sweet of you Pumpkin, but it's true! Mr. Jay says it all the time too,"-  Harley giggled and changed her sitting position. 

She wasn't angry with you for starting this fight. But there was something in the air... you can tell by the way Harley laughs and the gleam in her eyes.

“You can be glad that Mr. Jay is not present at this conversation... he is in Arkham,” Harley added darkly and then reached for a small gadget on her belt. You immediately recognized the small whistle. One of the training tools of the hyenas - Bud and Lou.

“I think we should give him a hint not to speak to the wrong side of this situation, hm Pumpkin?” Harley cooed and you looked from your mother to the headmaster.

“I... won't get in trouble, Mum? But you... always said school is important and if I end up in the headmaster's office there will be trouble?” you said, surprised, and the fact that your mother now wants to intimidate the headmaster a little doesn't fit in with what you expected. Harley has often emphasized how important it is for you to go to school and learn... Harleen had also learned a lot before she went to college and studied.

“Of course not! Mommy will show you later how to take out a few security guards with an electric shocker! You stood up for yourself and your parents and I'm soooo proud of you,”  - said Harley and pressed a kiss on your head, one of the many parental signs of affection.

“And if I'm called here again...,”  - Harley whistled once on the whistle and just seconds later the two hyenas Bud and Lou stormed into the office and circled the director's desk with snapping noises.

“....my other two babies will get a snack and you will suffer! You'd better punish that idiot who doesn't realize,  that Mr. Jay and I are the very best villain parents in all of Gotham!”

And with these words, Harley strutted out of the office, you followed her and called out the names of the two hyenas that were staring at the principal with bared teeth, growled threateningly once more and then left the principal's office on your right and left side and then left the school building.

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Kanthony Fic Rec: One Night by PenguinofProse

One Night (6,857 words) by PenguinofProse Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Bridgerton (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply  Relationship: Anthony Bridgerton/Kate Sheffield | Kate Sharma

Summary: Canon divergence. Anthony and Kate haven't seen each other since the cancelled wedding. What will he do when she shows up at his door begging for one night with him before she returns to India?

Fic Rec Notes: I love the way Penguin writes, and this is one of my absolute favorites among their many delightful smutty oneshots (“smut with a side of fluff,” HEA included). 

🛏️ One Night

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Bookbot - What's your least favorite trope in os game rp?

George - What are some niche headcanons for your blog(s)?

Prototype - What do you think about Hackmail (or whatever other "mail" ask system your blog(s) use)?

Cedric - What do you think about Magic Anons?

Rue - What do you think about community/blog arcs/events?

The Author - What do you think about your own writing?

The World Machine - What do you think about the person sending this ask?

[sillyguyposting]

REN ?!

Basics :

🍓She/he/it

🖍️Bi-gender ig but labels are annoying

🍓minor

🖍️autistic and very depressed

🍓 #🧃 for anything about my ESSA

I like…

🍊drawing, and writing, playing drums, and playing guitar, and some video games

🔸Video games: Ultrakill, Stardew valley, cuphead, Oneshot, undertale and delta tune, Hollow knight, animal crossing, TOMODACHI life

🍊shows and anime : BSD, Moriarty the patriot, Jjk, Chainsaw man, Blue lock, Saiki-k, Given, Bocchi the rock, Sasaki and Miyano, Spyxfamily

🔸Books and Manga : the summer Haruki died, The Stranger (Albert Camus), Queer manga (not overly sexualized), classic lit

🍊Music : Will wood and the tapeworms, Arctic monkeys, Franz Ferdinand, the Strokes, Tally hall (don’t support Joe hawley), Roar, Alex G, Jack conte, Jack stauber, the crane wives, oingo boingo, KMFDM

🔸misc : Wendigoon, GINGANINJAOWO, Petscop, the Magnus archives, Camp here and there, ARGS and horror on YouTube in general

Misc:

🧢 I have tulpas so I support all Systems, I’m A penguin and a crow(alterhuman I think), I self ship, I follow Jirais but I wouldn’t count myself as one (though I have a vent acc which I repost a lot of stuff from Jirais)

🐟 dni : Nsfw blogs and anti Endos, I don’t care about anything else but I do block freely

🧢current fixation : stuffed animals

[acapelladitty]

For the ask game: what is your favourite thing you've ever written? 💛

Oh GOSH this is such a hard question to answer because different fics have different meanings for me 💀 so I'll pick a couple and explain my reasoning.

Puzzles and Phobias Series. You never forget your first lol. And this series was my first foray into writing a long fic and it also allowed me to set the groundwork for my wider Roguesverse and develop my voices for several of my favourite characters.

Whole Day Off. From a single oneshot into one of my favourite and most popular ongoing series, Whole Day Off is an utterly delight for me to both write and re-read. My take on Crane here has probably become my staple and my personal favourite.

Road Trip. A fun little fic in which Two Face, Riddler, and Scarecrow go on a small road trip to do some work for Penguin. Little slice-of-life works like this will always be my absolute favourites.

When The Lights Go Out. This oneshot is the first in a series which reimagines the Rogues as demons set to punish folks for their sins and this take on Crane targets people who abuse fear for their own gains. The follow-up chapter will be Riddler targeting people who use their influence to cheat others.

This was very hard to do, love! I take some amount of pride in all my works or I would not have chosen to share them with the world, but these were the first to really spring to mind! Thank you for the ask xx