#the bear snippets

[bearsinpotatosacks]

Here, have a snippet of the first time Richie dines with the Berzattos, I wrote in my "I need to know more about Richie's family and his relationship with Mickey" brainrot.

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It’s only when he placed down his cutlery that he realised he’d finished first. A combination of no breakfast or lunch had built up into the ball of ravenous hunger that had been slowly eating his insides in a familiar way all afternoon until they got to the dinner table. The low clattering and scrapes of forks on plates stopped as he looked up to see Donna Berzatto, the mother bear herself, staring right at him. 

The familiar drop of his stomach. Her bold stare, the eye contact. He was a guest in their home, how dare he eat like such a pig. He’d be banned from Mickey’s life, banned from the house and exiled from Chicago, socially speaking anyway. Fear bubbled up, popping in worries of ‘It’ll be like before we settled all over again’ and the claustrophobic silences of home stretched out into forever until he died with a gun in his hand because no one taught him to speak up for himself and tell his dad he didn’t want to serve. 

“Richie,” she said, her words all warm and passion. “Would you like seconds?”

The blood pulsing in his ears quietned. Never in his life had he had seconds. He ate what was on his plate and that was it, it was the first thing taken away if he was bad. He’d gotten used to burning his report cards, he’d learnt which days he should race home to stop letters to his parents, or what days he should unplug the phone but hide the cord so no one would suspect a thing. 

“Yes please, mam, if I’m allowed”

“If I’m allowed?” Donna laughed, her glass of wine threatening to spill over the crisp white tablecloth. “We’re italian, honey, it’s how we show our love.”

Love. He’d only been over a few times, and she’d already said love. He’d never heard his parents say they loved each other, barely heard his mother say it, especially when his dad was home. 

She reached over for his plate, piling more pasta, he didn’t know the difference between all the types, onto his place, and more of that bread she’d screamed the house down that no one was helping her knead, and how she’d been proving it for hours without anyone caring to ask how she was. As she placed his plate back in front of him, his stomach gurgled loud enough that Mickey glanced over at him, his eyebrow raised and that spark of concern in his eyes again. 

“And don’t call me, Mam, makes me feel ancient, Donna’s fine, honey.”

“Thank you, ma-Donna.” He replied with a wavering smile. 

She ruffled his hair, her breath smelling of wine, and lay a kiss on his temple before taking her seat at the head of the table again. 

Richie could never go home after this. He wondered if he’d be allowed to stay in Mickey’s room, he didn’t mind sleeping on the floor, or in the basement. Anything was better than being suffocated at home. He wanted to stay forever in the warm arms of second portions, screaming in the kitchen, wine on the breath and love for as long as he could. 

He could never go home again.

[holylulusworld]

Lumberjack Tales - The Hairy Bear (Jealousy Snippet)

Summary: Back at home you receive your punishment and cupcakes.

Pairing: Lumberjack!Ari Levinson x fem!Reader

Warnings: fluff, pregnant reader, jealous reader, making out in public, light spanking, dominant Ari

This story is part of my Lumberjack Tales masterlist

Catch up here:  Lumberjack Tales - The Hairy Bear – St. Patrick’s Day snippet

“I dare that bitch to look your way again.” You are still pissed at the girl from the store. “You can spank me as much as you want to, but I’m right. She’s after my man.”

Ari watches you pace the living room with darkened eyes. He smirks and nods now and then as you are pumped up from your encounter with the girl from the store.

“Don’t you want to say something?” You stop pacing and turn toward Ari. “Ari? What do you think?”

“Y/N.” Ari tries to calm you, but you cross your arms over your chest. “I told you before that I only want you. I don’t care if that girl is interested in me. Because she’s just that. A girl. I want my crazy, cocky, and sweet little tramp, not her.”

“I trust you, not her,” you reply. “Girls like that always try to get into taken men’s pants. She’s a homewrecker, I can feel it.”

“It takes two to cheat, Y/N.” Ari steps toward you to run his hands up and down your arms. “I won’t be part of it.”

You look him in the eyes, searching his face. “I believe you, Ari. It’s just…” You groan. “All these hormones make me go all possessive over my man and father of my baby. I hate it when she looks at you.”

“I understand, and I respect your boundaries and that you feel that way. Still, there will be punishment, little tramp.” He playfully swats your ass, earning a whine. “Do you want more?” Ari slaps your ass again, not as hard as before you got pregnant, though.

“One or two more,” you place your hands on his chest. “Please, baby?”

“You’ve got me wrapped around your finger,” Ari murmurs, hands moving to your ass to slap both cheeks with his hands. “I think that should be enough.”

“I never get enough of you, Ari.” You kiss his chin. “You know, I need you to remind me that you’re my man.”

“OH yeah?” He quirks a brow. “How do you want me to remind you that you’re only mine?”

“I said, I want you to remind me that you are only mine, Mr. Levinson,” you say, tugging at his shirt. “Why don’t you show me your bedroom?”

Ari spent the night showing you who you belong to and that he’s only yours. He took you apart, little by little, making you scream his name—even scaring Bear.

The next morning, he kissed you awake, murmuring sweet words. He wanted you to join him for another shopping trip. Ari likes to be prepared for the winter and wants to get more supplies.

“I’m ready if you are ready,” you chirp, ready for your shopping trip. “What do we want to get today?”

“Everything on my list.” Ari shows you a list of all the things he wants to buy. “I told you, it’s risky to drive to town during winter. I only do it to get fresh products.”

“Alright, I got my own list.” You proudly show him your list. “Some stuff I’ll need during pregnancy and after. And lots of snacks. You can never have enough snacks, Ari.”

“Let’s go then before Bear wakes. We don’t want him to freak out because his favorite person is gone.” Ari is still a little jealous because his dog loves you more. “Even though I buy his food.”

You can hide that you love having Bear’s full attention. He is this oversized, fluffy protector. Ari in dog form, if you will.  “Don’t be mad at Bear for loving me.”

[bullseyebullseye]

lemon curd - sydcarmy excerpt

this is totally sfw, but my blog is 18+! just a little blurb from an upcoming sydcarmy fic ˊᵕˋ

“Uh, you know how we have a few days off?” He sounds nervous. A little apprehensive, maybe. 

Sydney puts her book down and tries to sort through where he could be going with this. “…Yes,” she answers after a long moment. Her stomach flip-flops. “A few days that I am enjoying, thank you,” she chuckles lightly, trying to blanket her nerves. “Why?”

“I, uh, don’t really have shit to do,” he admits. Sydney stifles a laugh. A real one, this time. “I already cleaned my whole apartment and Sug is busy with family stuff, I think. Her family,” he clarifies. “Might do a little research downtown— y’know, see how much good the CTA can do me.”

Sydney smiles. “Aaaand you’re telling me why?” She knows exactly why he called her now, but she kind of wants to hear him say it.

“It’s a little, ah… boring? Like, doing notes and stuff by myself.” He sighs, but Syd can hear a tinge of his smile in his voice. She lets a few moments pass. “I mean, I’d cover your train fare. And, uh, everything else,” he says, the words tumbling out of his mouth.

Syd can picture him, all clean in a white t-shirt and some of his coveted jeans, lounging on his couch while he spoke to her. She smiles harder, not knowing why, but letting her face move anyway. “Sure,” she says, shrugging even though he can’t see it. “I ain’t got shit else to do either.”

And that’s how Sydney Adamu finds herself in the third restaurant of the evening with Carmen Berzatto, spooning a wonderfully bright lemon curd into her mouth and humming. “It’s good, right?” Carmy chuckles, scribbling something down on his notepad. He’s staring at her a little with his ice-blue eyes, and Sydney feels a smile tug at the corners of her mouth.

“Would be better with some basil,” she muses. He nods curtly and scrawls more onto the paper. She can see him mouthing out b-a-s-i-l. Her eyes linger on his lips just a little too long. “Or mint?” she mumbles, her mouth still wrapped around the spoon as she writes lemon curd with herbs? shortbread ? in her own notebook.

A very low um reaches her ears and she looks up, the spoon still in her mouth. It’s Carmy, his eyes flicking up from her mouth at the last moment. “Mint sounds good,” he coughs, looking back down at his own notebook. “Yeah, mint sounds really good.” The tips of his pale ears have turned a lush pink.

[amutamika]

Shang Qinghua had spend a week producing and perfecting the talisman that now concealed Mobei Jun‘s demonic features and also made it nearly impossible for anyone else to remember his features after they passed on by. All this trouble just so his sect siblings wouldn’t ask so many questions if they happened to see them walking together through the bustling streets of a nearby town during the summer festival.

Neither Mobei Jun nor Shang Qinghua liked crowded places like this, but they both had wanted to visit the festival. Shang Qinghua wanted to show Mobei Jun around and give him the full experience of humans. He wanted to show him more than just his little room. On the other hand, Mobei Jun wanted to take Shang Qinghua on a date. He had heard that dates were something humans liked, even though he wasn‘t quite sure what exactly made a date different from a normal meeting.

And now they were going side by side through the bustling streets. Both trying really hard to not lose the other in this crowd. Which was definitely easier for Shang Qinghua, with the ice demon prince being tall enough to spot him from afar even in this crowd. All around them were chatter and laughter, the street vendors calling to get the attention from passer-by’s, street performers singing, dancing an playing on instruments so that the cheerful people around them might be lured into opening their wallets. Every street was colourful and filled with the warm light of hundreds of lanterns, while the warm summer night slowly descended upon them turning the sky into an inky black, with thousands of little sparkles adorning it.

They had eaten spicy hot pot at one stand, savouring the hearty flavours while chatting about mundane things. It would have felt so incredibly normal if not for this glint in Mobei Jun‘s eyes, showing how exciting and new everything was for him. Shang Qinghua had nearly lost himself in those dark eyes, that usually were as still as a frozen lake but now gleamed with warmth and curiosity, on several occasion. And now they were walking side by side, close enough so that there body’s grazed each other itch every step. It made Shang Qinghua feel warm and giddy being so close to Mobei Jun.

They had become comfortable around each other, easing up and even starting to trust one another. Since this one mission where he had to till the field and help with repairs for a the better part of a whole moon, their relationship had changed. There weren‘t merely spy and king anymore. But that was a thing that happened long before that mission. And so Shang Qinghua was unsure what their relationship really was. Were they friends? Or maybe… He quickly abandoned that thought, banishing it to the back of his mind.

Mobei Jun had also felt the change. If it had been a weird and sometimes even unpleasant feeling having someone so close, Mobei Jun felt uneasy now when his spy wasn‘t by his side or if he hadn’t seen him for a while. He yearned for his touch, his smile, his laugh, his gently eyes, and his curly hair every time he had to leave An Ding Peak. The demon prince knew that those rising feelings were complicated, and that he shouldn’t indulge in them, but where was the harm as long as no one knew. Why shouldn’t he enjoy these sweet moments? Not even the recipient of his tender feelings knew about them, so why shouldn’t he indulge himself just a little?

“Wait a second,“ Shang Qinghua said and vanished from the demon prince‘s side without further explanation. Just to appear just as suddenly as he had left with two sticks of fruits covered in clear sugar in his hands. He handed on of the tanghulu to Mobei Jun with a smile. “Try this. It is incredibly delicious even though it is just fruits with extra sugar.“ Shang Qinghua had already stuffed his cheeks with a first bite. The hardened sugar glaze cracking under his teeth, letting the sweet and fresh fruit juice graze his taste buds. For a moment, he closed his eyes relishing in the mix of incredible sweetness and acidic freshness. Mobei Jun couldn‘t help looking at this smaller man‘s lips, that were glazed with sugar and fruit juice, tinted in a soft red. They looked even tastier than the tanghulu in his hands, these blush petals more enticing than the fresh berries on the stick. He instinctively leaned down a bit, drawn in by the soft curve of these plumb lips.

But as Shang Qinghua opened his eyes again, the magic was broken and he quickly straightened his back again, his ears flushed in a bright red. Luckily for him the shine of the lanterns hid the redness of his ears from the human man. Needing to distract his mind he bit into the tanghulu in his hand. It was really tasty. But he couldn’t enjoy the taste as much as Shang Qinghua had done, his mind way to occupied with the question if the young mans mouth would have the same taste now, or if it was much sweeter and addicting than the sugar and the fruits.

„Shan Qinghua?“ a voice asked out of the crowed with confusion clearly noticeable in it. Shang Qinghua‘s face froze. They had actually been spotted by someone from his sect. Without thinking - and also forgetting that no one would recognise Mobei Jun - he grabbed the wrist of the demon next to him and bolted to a narrow alley not far from them. Dragging Mobei Jun behind him, he tried to escape from the voice that had now become quite a few. But just vanishing in a side alley didn‘t help because for some reason the voices perused them. Shang Qinghua ran with Mobei Jun in tow from one alley to the next, still holding his wrist tight in his hand, until he thought they had finally gotten rid of these pesky sect siblings of his.

He was out of breath and his chest was raising heavily, meanwhile Mobei Jun didn‘t seem affected at all. „Sorry… I panicked,“ he admitted with an awkward smile. “It‘s okay. I understand your fear of getting found out,“ Mobei Jun reassured him with a soft smile, countering the awkwardness of the smile across from him. Shang Qinghua blushed profusely and just opened his mouth to respond as…

„I think, they went this way,“ a voice, clearly one of An Ding‘s disciples, echoed through the alley. And for. Second time this evening Shang Qinghua panicked. Using the wrist he was still holding he pulled Mobei Jun close. But he miscalculated his strength or Mobei Jun’s willingness to get dragged again by him, because instead of just pulling him closer, Mobei Jun’s body crashed against his, pressing him against the wall behind him. Shang Qinghua gulped and wanted to push Mobei Jun gently away again, but the demon prince towered over him, imprisoning the human between the wall and his body. He leaned down, his in black hair falling around them and concealing their faces.

As the pursuers turned into the alley, they nearly stumbled over each other. From what they were seeing, a pair was intimately intertwined with each other. There was no way that that was their antisocial head disciple Shang Qinghua. They stumbled backwards, their faces blushing. „How indecent,“ one of them muttered before they all fled from the this openly shown demonstration of affection.

Not that Shang Qinghua would have noticed, because all he could think about was this ice cold body pressed against his way too hot one. They were so close that their breaths tangled between them. The inky waterfall of hair had shut the world outside out and right there, right now, there were only the two of them. Shang Qinghua‘s heart was drumming against his ribcage, trying to flee from it‘s prison and to nestle itself in Mobei Jun‘s hands where it belonged. His mind was blank as he opened his mouth to say something, find another excuse. To do something just to break this loaded silence. But not even a single sound escaped his lips.

Mobei Jun, too, didn‘t know what to do, nor what he was actually doing, pressing Shang Qinghua against the wall like that. He just knew that he didn‘t want this moment to end. Shan Qinghua looked like panicked prey, his eyes racing. But the blush on his cheeks made Mobei Jun hope that he didn‘t dislike this situation. His breath turned heavy and hot. Every hair of his body stood in alert. If he could just lean in, get even closer. It was then that Shang Qinghua opened his mouth without uttering a word. His lips looked even more enticing in the dim light of this small world behind his hair.

Mobei Jun couldn‘t hold back anymore. He leaned down, catching those soft petals between his. He never had kissed anyone before, so he didn‘t close his eyes as he leaned down. So he saw how Shang Qinghua‘s eyes widened, before they closed and his body relaxed. The tanghulu stick sliding out of Shang Qinghua‘s hand, falling to the ground. But neither of them paid their mind to that. The only thing they both could think about was the other. He really tastes sweeter than the tanghulu, was what Mobei Jun was thinking as he closed his own eyes to engulf himself completely in the moment. Shang Qinghua had opened his mouth some more, practically asking Mobei Jun to deepen the kiss. Without further ado, he let his tongue join with Shang Qinghua‘s, pressing against it and drawing a sweetheart whimper from the smaller man‘s throat. Their teeth crashed into each other, but they both didn‘t care. Shang Qinghua had wrapped his arms around Mobei Jun‘s neck, while the demon prince had grabbed the human‘s waist so firmly that he surely left red marks on the delicate skin beneath his robed.

It was a kind of clumsy kiss, both of them inexperienced and awkward. So it didn‘t last long before they had to break the kiss to catch their breath. They were both heaving, their faces burning, while their eyes searched for the other‘s filled with uncertainty what exactly had happened. But neither of them could hold the exe contact, so they both looked away in a bashful manner.

Mobei Jun was the first one to clear his throat, stepping back to give Shang Qinghua space. With that the drape of hair gave them free, reminding both of them that there was a world outside. A word where a human and a demon weren‘t supposed to kiss in an alleyway during a summer festival.

„I…“ they both started at the same time. It made Shang Qinghua giggle. “Well, that was a good idea to get them off our backs. They really would never imagine me, kissing such a beauty in broad,“ he stopped for a second before continuing with a crooked grin on his face, „… in broad night light.“ It seemed that even Mobei Jun found that joke so bad that he had to chuckle. They didn‘t have to talk about the kiss, the implications that it brought or if it had consequences. They could just use the excuse of using it as a method of distraction. Neither of them was mad about the fact, that the other just took this excuse and ran with it. They were just teenage boys. Mobei Jun wasn‘t quite sure about what exactly he was feeling. And Shang Qinghua wasn‘t sure if his favourite character really was interested in him or just acted in the spur of the moment. Either way, he felt just happy that he had the chance to kiss him.

They didn‘t bring the kiss up ever again. It felt more like a sweet dream in a warm summer night laced with the fresh taste of fruits and the sound of a bustling festival in the background. They didn‘t kiss either for a long, long time. But after that night, they grew even closer, the touches they shared filled with such tender care and the gazes they exchanged where embellished with feelings they didn‘t dare to speak out loud. Not that these two young man noticed these things about the other. They were way to concerned about their own hearts and feelings to catch the growing fondness of the other.

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[shortnotsweet]

In a Week by Hozier ft. Karen Cowley

“The raven is death, obviously. When I die, I want a good tombstone—something right spooky. LT’s got something against the underground, though you’d think that would be just his kind of place. That’s alright. He needs to, he can cremate me. It’s not exactly Catholic, and Mam would turn in her grave, but God is a unicorn and no one is pure anymore, so. What’s all that got to do with me?”

Johnny “Soap” McTavish has a journal. Had. It is his no longer.

Simon “Ghost” Riley had dreams—awful ones, the kind that sank claws into his lungs, dragged him into sleep, and then sent him careening out of it. He still has dreams, but they’re different, now. Better. Johnny’s pages have folded themselves under his eyes and gotten into his head, brighter and more infectious than anything else has ever been. It’s more than the past, that rotting carcass behind him, and more than now. Now is nothing. Now is ash. It’s like, it’s like—blinding, is what it is. He’s a blind man.

It is biblical now. Ghost has read it backward and forward and sideways and inside out. When he runs out of things to read, he reads them again, and when that is not enough, he reads between the lines.

[prince-liest]

So my hand slipped and accidentally wrote like 6.5k words of feels-y smut for radiorose week.

[call-me-casual]

Aight we got the little snippet done, idk if it’s any good I’m not a very good whump writer

Maybe he was right, Scott thought, although a part of him was chilled at even considering the idea, maybe dad wouldn’t come get him. Maybe he was just a little brat. Maybe he deserved this, maybe…

A whimper slipped past his lips before he realised it was there, shivering as the cold metal met his exposed skin. The ropes rubbed raw around his wrists, and the brunette curled in on himself in a bid for warmth. He just wanted to go home, but if dad didn���t want him…

Then he heard it.

Like crashing thunder, filled with enough fire and fury to make even a five star general cower in fear. Worry and terror and rage all packed in one animalistic roar.

“WHERE IS HE? WHERE IS MY BABY?!”

[cherrycoloredphoenix]

Day 1: Desperate - Wildwood!Ai Chang and Teo

"Come back," he orders. "I can't read the story books without you. You're better at the voices." Mateo nods. "I will," he says, face a bright red. But he is smiling. - "Disreputable Men", vaguelybearshapedanimalcracker

Nothing like a first-and-last kiss farewell before you both run off to fight nightmarish Fey abominations that take the form of your worst fears and are trying to kill/torture/eat/assimilate you and everybody you love

Further context if you are so inclined:

Wildwood was an Original Character Tournament (OCT) where characters were competing to become a ruler of a changeling court in a magical wood (grossly oversimplified but you get the gist).

Teo and Ai Chang (my character, white hair) made it to the final round of the tournament. I ended up winning the tournament and my entry became canon, while Teo's round did not. However, it was so well written and fascinating and such good grimy horror that it has stuck in my head ever since, and so, art!

And also these two got to kiss in that one which makes it a 100/10 in my books.

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Augusnippets day 24: Bear Trap

cw: blood, injury

for the @augusnippets challenge // word count: 326

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The pain was sudden and thunderous and searing, throwing the mer from curiosity to panic in a violent burst. It was their first time out of the waters, their first time adventuring to the world above, but every bit of wonder at the new experience vanished in an instant.

What had them?

They could hardly even think through the sudden surging fear. Were there predators here too? Ones that swam up through the ground to bite? A hurried glance at their split fin---leg, those who'd walked the dry realm before called them legs---showed them shining teeth, buried into the flesh, blood pooling at the wounds, pulled downwards by the weight of the air.

Something had them in its jaws, but what?

It didn't move, didn't jerk their body around or pull them deep under the crunching leaves. It just stayed there, teeth clamped around their throbbing leg.

After a moment frozen in terror, the mer dared to glance at the creature once more. Was it dead? They knew little about the things that walked the ground or swam in the air; even the most experienced wanderers hadn't seen everything, but everything they knew told them if this thing wanted to tear them to pieces, it would've by now.

Mustering courage through clenched teeth, they curled their body in, reaching for the clamping mouth with shaking hands, half certain it would attack if they touched it at all. To their relief, it didn't move. It was cold to the touch, its surface alternating between smooth and black and bumpy and brown.

Was it dead? Had it ever been alive to begin with?

On closer inspection, it looked human-made, like the heavy things that sank to the sea floor. Not trying to kill them, but still very much holding them captive.

Why was it here? Who would set up a big metal mouth to bite hapless wanderers?

The mer didn't know.

But they hoped they didn't find out.

[notyourdaisybuchanan]

The Bear // on the fate of the tulip sultan, by Katrina Vandenberg

[bearsinpotatosacks]

A snippet of Goose explaining polyamory to Bradley.

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Carole shifted as she woke from a dream. The glimmers of it hung around her in the blue glaze of twilight but if she tried to think about it, it escaped her like trying to catch smoke.

Slowly, she unlocked each part of her body. Her arms unstuck from her sides, legs stretched tightly as she tried not to disturb Goose or Slider.

But to no avail.

Slider's hand rubbed her stomach underneath her t-shirt. Or rather, his t-shirt. Her's was somewhere on the floor along with the rest of her clothes, apart from her underwear, Goose's t-shirt and Slider's boxers. Apparently he didn't mind going commando underneath his pajama bottoms, something she could feel evidently behind her. He made an excellent big spoon.

Goose groaned in the darkness. He was flat out on his back, one arm around Carole, another underneath Slider. He made an excellent pillow, didn't move too much, although that was for a more morose reason.

After three months of physio, he could walk, but only with a walker. Every day in the rehab hospital had been intense, it had taken its toll on his mental health even if he tried to be positive for them all. Now he was out, he still had hours with the physio, and stretches and exercises too. The pain was immense even if he still had minimal feeling in his legs.

But that didn't stop them making the most of Slider being on leave. Even if he could only lie back, they had no issues. She could feel the slight ache in her thighs now, could feel their hands on her, the images floating around her head, she smiled to herself at the memories.

"Go back to sleep, Carole," Slider murmured into her hair.

"I will, I-"

A small knock at the door got them all darting up. Goose was the most unconscious of all of them. His eyes barely open, hair ruffled and double chin prominent as he lifted his head to look at the door.

"Momma?" Bradley's voice came through the closed door.

"Coming, baby," she replied.

Rolling off of Goose, she padded along the floor to the door. She'd started to convert the garage into their bedroom as soon as she could after learning Goose would have to relearn how to walk. Climbing up the stairs was too much of a feat for now.

She opened the door and her heart melted. Bradley stood silhouetted by darkness. The outline of his goose in his tight grip, his baggy plane pyjamas and him rubbing his eyes made for an impossibly cute image.

"Can't sleep?" She asked.

He shook his head.

"Come on, sleep in our bed tonight,"

He nodded and toddled after her as she crawled back into bed. Her and Slider shuffled back slightly to make room for Bradley to lie on Goose.

She watched him climb up up the bed, wiggling as he pushed himself up until she sighed and picked him up. He carried on wiggling as he got settled on Goose's chest.

For a second they all calmed down. Her breathing regulated as she watched Bradley with one eye open. Slider's hands locked around her middle. The regular thrumming of Goose's heartbeat ran through her head.

Just as she could feel herself slipping back asleep again, she saw Bradley dart up.

"Why's Uncle Slider in your bed?"

They all looked at each other, then back at him. She gulped. Slider's hands tensed around her middle. Sneaking a glance at him, she saw his eyes wide and him biting his lip.

She didn't know what to say. It was too late to explain the nature of their relationship to Bradley. There would be too many questions and she was far too tired

Luckily, Goose came to their rescue.

"He's in our bed because we love him a lot," he said. "We love him like we love each other, okay? We'll explain it in the morning."

Bradley didn't say anything at first. She knew he was staring straight at Slider, not meaning to be malicious but having that innate toddler nature to be creepy.

But after a few seconds, he simply said, "Okay," and lay back down on Goose's chest to sleep.

[holylulusworld]

Lumberjack Tales - The Hairy Bear – St. Patrick’s Day snippet

Summary: It’s. St. Patrick’s Day.

Pairing: Lumberjack!Ari Levinson x fem!Reader

Warnings: fluff, pregnant reader, jealous reader, making out in public, light spanking, dominant Ari

This story is part of my Lumberjack Tales masterlist

Catch up here: Lumberjack Tales - The Hairy Bear (5)

“Why not?” You sigh deeply as Ari refuses to go to town to celebrate St. Patrick’s Day. “The guy at the store said they’ll have green cupcakes, green bread, green everything. And green beer for you.”

Ari puts his hands on his hips. He went for a swim in the lake, and now he’s standing in front of you, wearing nothing but a smirk.

“My eyes are up here,” he laughs as you stare at his crotch. “Little Tramp, I try not to get involved with the townsfolk. They don’t like me.”

“But—” you whine and point at Bear. “We are stuck here all day with Bear. Let’s go to town. The weather isn’t too bad today. I want a green cupcake.”

Ari sighs deeply. He cannot say no to you. “Alright. We will go to town for the festival. I won’t drink, though. No drinking while driving. Especially with my pregnant tramp on board.”

You snicker. “We can buy some and bring it home. You can have a green beer at home, babe.”

“Fine, fine.” Ari gives in once again. “We’ll be back before dusk. You know the street gets dangerous at night. I want you safe and sound at home.” He dips his head to look at Bear. “And we cannot leave the huge beast alone for so long. He’ll go rampant looking for you.”

“Yes!” You do a little happy dance before running upstairs, earning a grunt from Ari.

“Slow down! We don’t want you to slip and get hurt! You’re pregnant, little tramp!” Ari chases after you to stop you from running. “You’re wearing only socks!”

“You look great,” you giggle because you convinced Ari to wear a green shirt and a hat you got for St. Patrick’s Day a few years back. Damn that man. Even wearing the hat, he looks hot.

“You don’t look too bad yourself, little tramp. That little green dress shows off your ass and your little bump,” he purrs, arm wrapping tightly around your middle. He pecks your lips, earning angry looks from a few festival visitors. “Let’s have a look around, get your cupcakes, and leave.”

“Aw, but I want to see everything they have to offer.” Pointing toward the first stall, you grin. It’s been a while since you left the cabin, or Ari’s property. He’s, just like his dog, overprotective.

“Let’s go then,” he says, jerking his head toward the first stall. “No beer for you, though.”

“She’s looking your way again,” you angrily grunt as the girl from the grocery store is following your man’s every move.

When he pays for your cupcakes, she stares at his ass, even though you’re standing right next to him, holding his free hand. “Who does she think she is? I’ll scratch her eyes out.”

Ari laughs, but his features soften watching you glare at the woman. He loves that you’re possessive over him, just not in public.

“Y/N, calm down. I don’t want that woman, only you,” he empathizes by wrapping his arm around your shoulders and kissing your cheek.

“She doesn’t get it,” you huff, but give in for now. Not because you don’t want to make a scene, but Ari moves one hand to your ass, tapping it. “Ari…”

He dips his head to whisper in your ear, “Do not make me punish you in front of all these nice people. You don’t want them to see your cute ass.”

Pushing your ass into his hand, you murmur his name. His eyes search your face as you look at him, smirking.

“You can slap my ass as much as you want to after—” You grab one of the cupcakes from the stall, throwing money at the owner before running toward the girl. You push the cupcake in her face, making her scream.

“What?” She gasps, realizing it’s you who attacked her.

“This is your final warning,” you growl, putting your hands on your hips. “He’s my man, the father of my baby. Stay away from Ari, you little hussy.”

“Y/N,” Ari holds back a chuckle and hands the poor girl a tissue. “Let’s go. Everyone is staring at us.”

“No,” you point your index finger at the girl. “She’s not going to get away with staring at you. You’re mine.”

Ari sighs. He murmurs an apology and guides you away from the girl and toward his car. You are about to protest when his hand lands on your ass. “ARI!”

“I warned you,” he grins when you turn around, shock written all over your face. “Your ass will burn tonight, little tramp. Now get inside the car. I’ll get the cupcakes and everything else.”

“She was staring at you,” you grumble but climb into the car. Angrily glaring at Ari, you harrumph. “She deserved it.”

“Baby,” he whispers your name and pecks your cheek. “You’re a wildcat, and I love you for it. But there will be punishment tonight.”

“I guess it’s only me and your hand tonight…”

Lumberjack Tales - The Hairy Bear (Jealousy Snippet)

[effervescentwolf]

snippet sunday

thank you to @playinginthunderstorms for tagging me <3 as always, here's a paragraph from my magical realism post lightning wip:

He’s thinking of a million things now, of the tsunami but not of the helplessness. He’s thinking about holding Chris to him and Chris clinging on, and he’s thinking about Eddie’s face when he had hold of Chris and he looked over his shoulder to Buck, and he’s thinking of Eddie’s body safely held by him when he was bleeding out before Buck got him into the truck, and of Eddie drowning underground and reaching out for Buck and finding him there, and Eddie climbing up the ladder to him when he died, and Buck can’t even breathe with it, all the things he’s thinking and feeling and it’s Eddie, but it’s Buck, it’s Buck and it’s what he feels for Eddie.

sunday's almost over so i'm not going to tag anyone but feel free to join in if anyone has anything they're excited about!

[saerins]

next series incoming soon !! ໒꒰ྀི ∩ ⸝⸝ ∩ ꒱ྀིა

sorry it’s sae again !! will be longer than infy :)

[pant--eater]

Objective: write a Frifnab fanfic

Result: end up making up headcanons about Friftar's mom WAY more than you originally planned

[steviewashere]

🐻 for wip weekend? We love Steve learning to love himself <3

We're not quite at the loving himself territory, but we'll get there, I promise. Quick little warning for some fatphobia/internalized fatphobia here.

“And when you’re dating. When you’re dating, you gotta be attractive for ‘em. You gotta…gotta show value…worth. I saw how girls treated the bigger guys. Laughing behind their backs. Wouldn’t touch them. When they talked, they’d be friendly, but nothing more. Shooting down the flirts. Like, don’t get me wrong, people can certainly have their preferences and their tastes and whatever, but”— “But their opinion matters to you. And so you take what matters to heart. It’s a dangerous thing, baby.” Steve nods once. Slow and soaking. “I know,” he murmurs. “But it still mattered. And I know…I know I’ve always said the thing about how I gotta stay fit for the ladies or how I’ve gotta grow out my chest hair because the girls liked it or whatever. But. Sometimes…sometimes it felt like I wasn’t the one saying it. “Like I was just being a product of my time."

Also, like, obviously none of the whole when you're dating thing is right, but diet culture is a bitch. Also also, don't know if people realize, but I love writing dialogue.