#20 minute mother's day drabble

[summerongrand]

It's Lucy Chen's first Mother's Day.

In the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, Tim bustled quietly in the kitchen, his heart brimming with anticipation. Expertly eyeballing ingredients into a large bowl, he prepared a breakfast fit for a hotshot: fluffy blueberry matcha pancakes with fresh berries, and decaf chai.

As he arranged the breakfast tray with care, Tim couldn't help but reflect on the journey that had led them here. Lucy and he had weathered unimaginable losses, yet emerged stronger. And now, as they awaited the arrival of their daughter, their hearts overflowed with gratitude for the miracle of new life. Neither had really dared to entertain the idea of parenthood until now.

Lucy's choice of their daughter's first and middle name, a tribute to a resilient little girl who had touched her heart at work, and a nod to her beloved grandmother Anna, spoke symbolic volumes of the strength that she wanted to instill in her daughter.

When Tim first met Anna, it all clicked for him. He knew exactly where his Boot got her tenacity from. Over time, Lucy shared with him that Anna gave her the confidence to stand up to bullies who made fun of her for being Chinese and supported her as she became a cop even as Vanessa had hesitations. Tim was at first a little intimidated by Anna because she's tough, loves fiercely, and could've whipped Tom Bradford into shape, according to his wife. He also has an immense appreciation for Anna, for all the adversity that she had to go through and overcome, to create a better world for people like his wife and their future kids - his family.

As he made a smiley face out of strawberries and bananas for Lucy's pancake, his phone lit up with a text from Anna:

I couldn't have asked for a better dad for my great-granddaughter.

With breakfast ready and a smile tugging at his lips thanks to his grandma-in-law, Tim made his way to their bedroom, where Lucy lay snuggled under the covers, still asleep. He gently woke her with a kiss and set her breakfast tray on her nightstand.

"Happy Mother's Day, Lucy."

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+1: here's an AI-generated photo of a Chenford baby using actual photos of Tim and Lucy.

[racinggirl]

it's called love <3 || charles leclerc 16

type: one shot pairing: charles leclerc x reader word count: 3.2k summary: going to a gp with your boyfriend who's really protective when a creepy dude comes a little too close for comfort. requested: yes! '' Ok maybe something you are waiting for charles leclerc (you’re bf of 5yrs) and like a creep starts talking to you but you are polite and are just like no please go away. Then he starts like touching you(if you’re uncomfortable with that you can just write that the creep is like in your face) and charles is like losing his shit when he sees it. Have a lovely day 💗'' Requests are CLOSED!!! warnings: angst!charles, harassment? (not detailed, only mentioned), overprotective!charles, anxiety. notes: OH MY GODNESS I'M BACK BABY! Have you missed me? It's been SOOOOO long, I've missed you so much! It's been over 4 months!!! 4 MONTHS! I'm so glad many of you stayed, remember I was at 700 followers and I was doing the 700 drabbles celebration? well, I'm now at 970 followers. I will do a BIG thing for 1K followers, I'm just not sure what. If you have any ideas, let me now in my inbox :) Also, credits to creator of the GIF! Not proofread!

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Your hands rubbed themselves together, your cold fingers getting warmer every second, slowly, but surely. The wind moved your hair slightly, the small locks that framed your face getting stuck on lips which was coated with a nice layer of lip balm which was preventing them from being dry.

5 years, that’s how long you and your boyfriend had been together for. It was long, but not long enough. You knew he was the one, you just felt it. The way he treated you in front of your families was like you and him had been together forever. He was so polite to your parents, got along great with your siblings and always made sure to grab your mothers’ favourite chocolates and your fathers’ favourite beer before going to visit them with you. He was the definition of a perfect boyfriend.

You always tried your hardest to return the favour. Supporting him whenever you could, wherever you could. A red jacket was one of those ways to support him. The red sneakers, paired with the black jeans and red blazer was a way to blend in with the tifosi, but also to support Charles whenever he was driving the shit out of that car. You were supportive, and he knew.

You had promised him to meet him at the hotel in Australia, since you had arrived there a few hours before he would, his plane being delayed due to weather circumstances. The reason you weren’t flying together could get blamed on your work, as you had set meetings in a few minutes, you were either going on a plane which would arrive a few hours earlier, or a day later. You obviously chose the first option.

‘Almost there, bella, just a few more minutes <3’

He was never one to use emoji’s, he was more of an old school guy in that way. Smileys consisting of a colon and a bracket was his way of communicating whenever he was happy, and a left angle bracket followed by the number three made the perfect heart for you.

You rubbed your hands together once more as you were waiting near the entrance of the hotel. You were able to get inside and go to his room – at least you thought – so after a few more minutes of waiting you decided to do so.

‘’Hi, could I check in please?’’ You politely asked the brown-haired lady that was seated behind the desk. She was young, probably around 20 years old. She seemed a little nervous, as she was accompanied by a lady on her left. That lady was older, around her mid 40’s, and had long, blonde hair.

‘’Yeah, of course, what’s the name of the reservation?’’ It was probably the young lady’s first day, as she was following a tight script of questions to ask.

‘’I think it’s on Charles Leclerc, or Ferrari F1 team.’’ You smiled at the younger lady, before looking over as you felt the eyes of the older woman on you.

It never happened that you were checking in before him or any of his team, but you really had to get that meeting started.

‘’Sorry lady, but you’re not the first one to try come in this hotel.’’ The older woman said, and you furrowed your eyebrows a little at her comment.

‘’Excuse me?’’ You replied, your eyes moving from the younger lady to the older one. ‘’I know it might seem weird, but my boyfriend will arrive in a few minutes, and I have a meeting to get to, I’m sure the team doesn’t mind if I enter first.’’ You kindly responded, a soft and gentle smile on your face. ‘’He told me you were aware of this.’’ You continued, knowing Charles had told the team about the situation, and they must have told the hotel.

‘’Look, darling, we understand your problem, but there is a nice café next to the restaurant of the hotel where you can have the meeting. Those drivers want their privacy as well, and with all due respect, you’re the fourth girl trying to get into the hotel with a story like this. I’m sure you’ll get a chance to meet them, but you’ll have to do that around the track.’’ She replied, which made your mind spin. You were speechless, mostly because she thought you were a fan, but also because apparently the team hadn’t let the hotel know you were arriving earlier.

‘’I think there must have been some kind of mistake here.’’ You told the lady, but remaining to stay polite, they were doing their job, which you could only appreciate. ‘’But it’s alright, I’ll just wait here in the lobby till they arrive.’’ You said, grabbing your passport which was laying on the desk, along with your phone.

‘’Oh no, the lobby is only for hotel guests, dear, you’ll have to wait outside with the rest of them.’’ You turned around, slowly, leaning over a little to have a look at the outside of the hotel, the entrance, the gate which was closed. The gate where dozens of fans were waiting to catch a glimpse of their favourite driver.

You couldn’t be there, you’d get mobbed, knowing all too well those fans knew who you were. You didn’t want to be rude, or show off that you were Charles’ girlfriend, so you simply swallowed thickly and looked back at the lady.

‘’With all respect, miss, I’m going to get swarmed if I exit this hotel.’’ You said, reaching for your phone. ‘’I can promise you I’m not a fan, I know it might look like it, but I believe something went wrong with the message. I am Charles’ girlfriend; you can look up my name on Google if you’d like.’’ You said, showing the lady your passport with your name.

‘’I know her.’’ The younger lady spoke and looked over at you, nervously. The older lady looked at the pictures online, and her face immediately appeared to be full of guilt, shame. The younger girl looked at the woman and bit her bottom lip, a clear sign of nervosity. ‘’I do recall Rebecca mentioning something like this, there was a note on her desk this morning.’’

After both employees apologized more than once, they offered you the key for the room. However, you knew Charles would be arriving soon, so you asked them if it was okay for you to stay seated in the lobby till the team would arrive. They immediately agreed and offered you some fresh drinks on the house. 

You had just finished your meeting, which took around 30 minutes, before you could hear the fans screaming their lungs out. You got up, placed your laptop in your bag and zipped it up, making your way towards the hallway of the entrance.

‘’Babe!’’ Charles immediately had a big smile on his face when he saw you standing in the hotel.

‘’Hey, baby.’’ You giggled, feeling how his arms wrapped around your waist tightly. You could never get enough of his hugs, his embraces, it felt like heaven.

‘’How did your meeting go?’’ He asked, stepping to the side with you still in his arms to let the rest of the Ferrari team enter the hotel.

-

‘’You ready, amour?’’ You heard Charles’ low voice against your ear, his arms were tightly wrapped around your waist as he was pressing his chest against your back. You had just gotten ready to go to the track with him. Your love language was touch, and it made the both of you fall for one another even harder.

Once you had arrived at the track, the two of you passed the entrance of the paddock, many fans asking the Monegasque driver for an autograph or a selfie. It wasn’t something he wasn’t used to, and you had learned to get used to it those years you were with him. People loved him, adored him, and you could only feel proud of that same man that was loved by many.

You both decided to take a break and take a seat in the hospitality area, talking about work, your upcoming holiday and much more. Your eyes moved over his face, listening to how he was passionately talking about all the things they did at the factory a few days ago. The way his eyes were shining brightly, that small sparkle in them that could light up your day. He’d had a few rough seasons here at Ferrari, but this year went better than ever, with him leading the championship, Carlos being second in the rankings as well. Ferrari was doing much better.

‘’Come on, let’s say hi to the engineers.’’ He reached for your hand, his soft and warm one perfectly fitting into yours, like if you were made for one another. He gave your hand a gentle squeeze the moment he felt your fingers intertwining with his, and it felt reassuring. You were in love, and he made sure everybody knew.

As you walked towards the pit area, into the pitlane, you noticed a man staring at you. It made you uncomfortable, but you quickly brushed it off, assuming that it was just a fan who recognized Charles and was trying to get a closer look at the two of you.

You kept walking, holding Charles’ hand and smiled at his engineers as he greeted them.

‘’Y/n, hey, long time no see.’’ Some of the guys walked over to give you a hug, which you gladly returned.

‘’Hey guys, how are you doing?’’ You started talking to them, and Charles occasionally looked over into your direction. He felt so lucky to have you, he really was on cloud nine.

After catching up with the guys from the team, as well as talking to some of the girls on the team, you decided to walk towards the fence, moving your head from left to right to see all the teams nicely positioned in their garage boxes, working on their cars.

When you first started dating Charles, you were nervous when you’d come here, knowing people would look at you, perhaps even judge you for being Charles Leclerc’s girlfriend. But the gentleman he was, he found a way to reassure you, make you feel comfortable and keep you safe from all the paparazzi and fans that tried to get close to you.

As you were waiting, you noticed that same man from earlier step closer to you, causing you to look at him. Maybe he just wanted to have a talk, maybe he was an interviewer, or a fan?

The more he spoke, the more you got the idea he was the latter, a fan, but not particularly of Charles. You felt uncomfortable, nervous, but did not want to be rude and simply walk away. But Charles noticed. He was looking for you, since you were no longer in the garage, and the moment he saw the look on your face, and that man standing not even half a meter away from you, he sensed something was wrong.

He saw that man talking to you, and immediately made his way over towards them. As he approached, he heard the man ask if you wanted to go have a drink with him after the race.

Charles felt his blood boil. He was furious that someone was trying to hit on you, his girlfriend, right here in front of his eyes. He stepped in between the two of you, causing the man to step away to create some sort of space between him and Charles, who was glaring at him with piercing eyes.

‘’Excuse me, do you mind stepping away from my girlfriend?’’ He said, his voice dangerously low. You had never heard him talk like this, but it gave you some reassurance, once again.

The man, who had not expected Charles to react in such a manner, backed away immediately. Your boyfriend then placed a protective arm around you, walking away from that man.

‘’Do you know him?’’ He asked, clearly still somewhat angry at what just happened. You could see the anger still prominent on his face. Although you appreciated his concern, and you were glad he stepped in at that time, you didn’t want him to get into any trouble because of you.

You reached out for his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze before looking into his eyes the moment you were back in the garage. You shook your head at his question, but immediately tried to calm him down as you saw it made him even more mad.

‘’It’s okay, Charles. Thank you for protecting me, but please don’t get yourself into any trouble.’’ You said, your voice soft and calming. It helped, because you noticed Charles calming down at your words, something you always seemed to do.

He took a deep breath and looked at you, your eyes filled with love and understanding. He knew that he was lucky to have you by his side, and he didn’t want anything to come in between you two. It felt like his duty was to keep you safe, to keep you his.

‘’I’m sorry, y/n. I just can’t stand the thought of anyone trying to hurt you. You mean the world to me.’’ Charles said, his voice sincere. You knew he was meaning every single word he just said.

You simply smiled as a reply and leaned in closer to him, your lips brushing his gently before you placed a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth, causing those corners to curl upward into a smile.

-

You watched the race along with his team, standing the entire time as you were nervous. You always were, because you were aware of the fact one single mistake could have big consequences, such as the car diving into the wall, with a driver still inside of it.

As the race came to an end, Charles ended up on the podium, something that had become a habit lately. The trophies at your place were starting to become more and more, and the pole position tyres were almost filling up an entire room already. But you didn’t mind, you were proud of him, and you were hoping he’d get even more trophies, and even more tyres.

As Charles was climbing out of the car, he immediately searched for you, and the moment he saw you standing in the crowd, he smiled, everybody could see it in his eyes. He went for a dive into his team, receiving pats on the back and on his helmet. He took off his helmet, along with his balaclava, and he made his way over towards you. You were already feeling the cameras and phones being in your face, but you didn’t care. He won, and that’s the most important thing here.

He pressed his lips on yours, cupping your cheek and pulling away after a second or three as he had more duties to fulfil. You watched him get to the back, into the cooldown room before he was ready to take on the big trophy.

-

You were watching behind the cameras as Charles talked to the interviewer, occasionally looking into your direction to check if you were listening, and you were, to every little thing he said. You supported him, no matter what.

However, once he walked towards Sky Sports, you got accompanied by someone else. It was that man again, the one that asked you out for a drink.

‘’So, you up for that drink now?’’ He asked, a smirk plastered on his face. Charles was doing his interviews, so at the moment, he was focussed on the interviewer, his back facing you as it was on the other side of the media pen.

‘’Sorry but no, I’m not interested.’’ You politely rejected the man, but he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. It was at this moment you got scared, as he kept getting closer and closer to you.

‘’Come on, dear, I’m sure you’d love to spend some time with me.’’ The man said, his hand slowly reaching up to brush your cheek. You immediately took a step backwards, looking around to see Charles still facing the interviewer, his back facing you.

‘’I don’t, really, please leave me alone.’’ You were starting to get nervous, anxious, because it was so crowded here, all the drivers were here, so that’s where everybody’s attention went to. And he knew, the man knew nobody was here to protect you at this moment. Nobody to tell that man to back off but yourself.

‘’Why would you say no? Come on, let me buy you a drink, I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.’’ He smirked, tucking some hair behind your ear. He was getting too close, and you were looking around for help.

It was like he was aware you were nervous, but Charles looked around in the middle of his interview to try and find you. He looked behind the camera, but didn’t see you, so he simply looked back at the position you were during his other interview. And then he saw it, and the anger that was gone first came back immediately.

Without any apology to the interviewer, Charles jumped over the fence, stepping towards you and that man with heavy feet. The anger in his face was present, and it made all the camera’s, all the interviewers face him, record him.

‘’Mate, I think you didn’t get the first warning earlier today.’’ He said, stepping in between the two of you again, his arm wrapped around your shoulder protectively. You were shaking ever so slightly, feeling all cameras on the three of you.

‘’Back off, seriously, leave my girlfriend alone.’’ Charles stated, his voice low, on the edge of mad, angry, furious. You immediately reached for his left hand, the arm that was around your shoulder, and you gave him a gentle squeeze.

‘’Love, don’t get yourself in any trouble.’’ You whispered, which seemed to calm him just a tiny bit, but not enough. The man in front of you kept looking at you, and not at Charles, which only built the anger up inside of your boyfriend even more.

‘’Stop looking at her, leave her alone, step away from her.’’ He said, his eyes clearly showing he was furious. The security soon arrived, multiple people asking them to go to the media pen, so they did.

‘’This man, he’s harassing my girl, please get him away from here.’’ Charles spoke, and you felt how his grip around your shoulders tightened a little, pulling you closer to his body in order to keep you safe. The security soon took the man away, telling Charles they would handle it.

-

After the interviews, in which Charles made sure you were directly behind the interviewer so he wouldn’t lose you out his sight anymore, the both of you safely made your way back to the hotel. Your phones were already blowing up, you were trending on almost every social media platform out there. Pictures and videos of Charles jumping over the fence, him talking to that man, protecting you, people calling Charles an absolute hero, because he was.

He knew that he would always do whatever it takes to protect her, no matter what challenges lay ahead. Together, they knew that their love would always keep them strong and safe, because they always protected each other, and reassured each other. That’s what they had, and that’s called love.

[fantasyandshit]

They’re just so- perfect

Type: one shot/drabble

Pairing: Lucien Vanserra x gn reader

Based on off this request

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*Luciens pov*

My eyes trail them as they bounds around the room. Gods are they beautiful. Me and Yn have been seeing each other for a while now, and everyday I am absolutely blown away by them. About how I got so lucky.

As I make eye contact with them- two drinks in their hands, I feel it.

Holy shit

They’re my mate.

I look at them in their star fall outfit, my eyes wide as I tug on the string in my chest. Upon Zoning back in, I notice the cups dropped to the floor, shattered around their feet.

Without consciously realizing it, I jump to my feet and practically run to them, picking them up and spinning them around.

“Your my mate!”

“Your mate!” They laugh excitedly, snuggling into my neck as we simply hug for what feels like forever.

I feel something wet in the crook of my neck and pull away, eyes frightened. Are they sad, upset? What’s going on?

“Why are you crying? Do you not want to be my mate?”

“No! No! Gods no! I’m so lucky to be your mate Lucien! I’m crying because I don’t know how I got so lucky!” They smile wide, oh my gods their smile. It’s so amazing, it brightens the whole room, like the sun has risen early. “Your crying to you know.” I hadn’t noticed the hot tears rolling down my face till their hands wiped a few away.

I smile, my hand wrapping around their own that still rests on my cheek. It’s so soft. So perfect, just like the rest of them. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Again with that smile, I’m nearly dead on the spot just looking at them. My mate. My. Perfect. Mate. I’m pulled away from my stuper as the first star falls, rushing through the sky. I turn, looking out to the sky, pulling my mates back into my chest.

As my mate marvels at the stars, I take the time to truly soak it in. Looking down at them, I can’t help the smile that spread across my face yet again.

———

I slide the ring onto my mates hand, pulling them in for a kiss. It was our mating ceremony, we held it in the night court, the beautiful gardens behind us. Eris, and the inner circle sat in the stands, as well as some friends of ours. It wasn’t a huge event, only having a bout 20 people in total but it was perfect. As I pull away, I simply stare at my mate. Gods I can’t take my eyes off of them, they’re just so, perfect.

I thank the mother everyday for blessing me with a mate like them. I watch as they dance with friends, laughing in that beautiful laugh they always do, it sounds like a song I could listen to ever minute of every day for the rest of my life. They’re smiles brightens the room as they throw their head back.

I simply marvel as usual, looking back on all of our memories so far and wondering what’s to come next.

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Sorry I know it’s short! But I hope it was good! Love y’all and thanks for reading!

[dancingtotuyo]

12:32 PM (Marcus Moreno Drabble)

Rating: PG

Summary: Marcus likes to think he's moved on with life.

Tags/Warnings: Grief, loss of a spouse (Wife), fluff

Notes: Written off the prompt "I've always wondered why it had to be you" as an exercise with with some friends where we were assigned a prompt and Pedro boy and given 30 minutes to write. Thanks to @saradika-graphics for the divider!

Words: 700

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Marcus goes every Thursday at 12:32 pm. Rain or Shine. Sleet or Snow. Sometimes when he was still the leader of The Heroics, he’d have to miss his standing date, but his watch would ding in reminder instead. 

Now that he’s retired, he never misses it. 

Every Thursday at 12:32 pm, Marcus visits Marissa Moreno’s grave with a bouquet of her favorite flowers and a tuna melt. The exact day and time he spotted her across the greasy spoon he frequented, favorite sandwich inches from his mouth. The exact moment his life changed forever. 

He’d been young and arrogant at the time, twenty-two and ready to take the world by storm as the dashing young superhero he was. Marcus is confident, always has been, but the moment she came over and asked him if he needed a refill, his mouth went dry and he stumbled over his words like a damn fool. It was two months of tuna melts before he finally pulled it together enough to ask her out. 

She had laughed, his favorite sound in the world, the prettiest music to his ears, and winked at him. “Took you long enough.”

Marcus never looked back after that. They got married a year to the day after he first saw her. They’d welcomed Missy into their lives a few years later, and life was perfect. A dream. Marcus knew he was the luckiest man in the world. He treasured his wife and daughter. He still does. 

He still feels the sharp jab of pain in his heart every time he thinks back to that rainy Tuesday night. 

“I’ll be back by 10.” She had smiled at him as she dropped her lipstick into her clutch. Mom’s night out. He’d made a good attempt to keep her home with sultry words and a kiss that required her to reapply her lipstick. Had he known it would be their last, he’d have never let her go. 

She’d kissed Missy’s head, declared her love for both of them, and rushed out of the house. At ten o’clock, she wasn’t home. Marcus hadn’t been concerned at first. Then, the clock hit eleven. At twelve, her phone had gone straight to voicemail. Before he could call Christine, there was a knock at the door. 

He caught the flash of police lights painting the walls of his home before he ever saw the police officers. He’d known. It felt like a dream sequence. He didn’t hear a word the officers said. 

The next year of Marcus’s life had been like that. A living dream that to this day, he can only recall in blurs and flashes. Finally, one day he’d walked into that diner, sat in the same booth, and sobbed. His poor waitress. Apparently, it had been her first day. That had only made him cry more. 

Marcus can’t tell you how long he cried in that diner. Only that it was daylight when he walked in and the black of night greeted him when he emerged. 

He’s done better since then. He’s been better since, now 20 years removed from the night that took his wife from him. 

He keeps her up to date on everything. His life, Missy’s life. He laughs over some trouble the twins got into and cries over the fact that she doesn’t get to be here for it. He tells her how much Missy reminds him of her in everything. Her mannerisms, her glow. She’s always been the bright shining, light leading him out of the darkness, just like her mother. 

He likes to think he’s gotten past it and moved on with life. He doesn’t tell her how he wakes up missing her each morning, the sheets cool on her side of the bed, or that he still sets her coffee mug out on the table each morning. He tells her he’s okay, when deep down he doesn’t know if he ever will be again. 

He sets a hand on top of the tombstone. The ache never dulls. Despite the countless times he’s said goodbye, the words always echo in his head with tears flicking in his eyes. 

Why did it have to be her?

[twistedwonderlandshenanigans]

December Drabbles

Prompt 20: Feast Characters: FloRid (Floyd + Riddle) ------------------------------------------------------------- Riddle took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He and Floyd had been working up to this. Actually, everyone had kind of been helping in their own ways. Trying to unlearn following rules had proved more than difficult, and more than one mental breakdown. He couldn't handle it. It was a little embarrassing honestly, he didn't want to be this way, but years of fear of falling short of expectation made it impossible to relax his standards. It had been Floyd's wording that had helped but things in a new perspective, a more manageable pill to swallow so to speak. Rules were only made because one person in authority was scared of the consequences if they were not followed. Sure, when he was a little kid, the only exposure to authority he'd ever really had had been from his mother. Then Floyd posed the question, if Riddle had some way of babysitting a younger version of himself, if he truly wouldn't give himself the freedom he wished he had. While breaking a few rules would be painful, giving himself one day where he didn't have to worry.....there was no way he would deny a child of that, even if it was himself. Thus a breakthrough had been made, where "small" rules were not broken, but modified to be less constricting to start. During finals week, Riddle allowed students to bring their own coffee if they had made it themselves, but he didn't have it served at their Unbirthday party - Cater had been especially appreciative of that. His grades even showed it, as the caffeine had proven to help him concentrate while studying. Ace and Deuce managed to get Riddle to stay at the table he finished his lunch at by asking for tutoring assistance - meaning Riddle was too distracted to get up by the time fifteen minutes had passed. The next Unbirthday they had, Trey had invited Che'nya - so much for not bringing a cat to a formal event, but how was Riddle supposed to turn him away?

Some rules still were strict. There were to be NO chestnut tarts at Unbirthday parties still. And flamingo caretakers still had to wear pink. Croquet must not be played after 5:00pm.

But the point was, he was he was getting better. He had grown a lot in a very short time, and the people closest to him had done a good job of acknowledging the effort that went into that, even Floyd. Especially Floyd. So when Floyd had asked if Riddle would be ok with him pushing his boundaries a bit, he had agreed, albeit hesitantly and a little nervously. Against his better judgement, he decided to leave himself in Floyd's hands, knowing full well any questions he asked would only be met with 'wait and see.'

He had waited. Now, in front of him he could see a wide spread of foods, the smell making his mouth water. He could only assume that this was what Christmas dinner looked like at everyone else's homes. Every dish prepared with love from his boyfriend, who had slid into the booth beside him. Floyd gave him the slightest nod, letting him know he could start serving himself.

Floyd watched rather disdainfully, though he tried to hide it, as his boyfriend mouthed the amount of calories he was estimating was in each serving of food he put on his plate. He watched as Riddle struggled to make a decision between two dishes, before gently taking the serving spoon from him and serving him a portion of each, likely larger than he was planning on having. As if the slightly panicked and angry look from his goldfishie wasn't enough, Floyd also took the liberty of swapping his heaping plate with Riddle's, though he had been cautious enough in plating to not let any of the different foods touch.

Riddle looked up at him, his entire face a light shade of pink, his brows downturned, but not angry, just upset and confused. A small pout formed on his lips as he glared up at Floyd a little.

"You know I can't eat this. This serving size is too much, and far exceeds my calorie count for the day- maybe even the week! If I were to consume this I'd-"

"Be just fine. Well, maybe not all of it, wouldn't want you to get a stomach ache, but if you ate until you were genuinely satisfied, you would be fine. You would actually be healthier than the plan your mother made you follow. Ignoring when you're hungry ain't healthy. Your body has just gotten used to burning what little you keep in reserves. You've been malnourished for a long time Riddle. You've been lied to for a long time, and conditioned to think that countin' every morsel is what's gonna keep you strong and well, but it ain't. I know you can't give that up right away. I'm not gonna ask you to do that. But just for today, just for right now....I'm askin' you to try eating whatever you want, and as much as you want. It's just you 'n I here, nobody else has to know. Please? Please, I just wanna see you try...." Floyd's expressions varied greatly during his rant, but by the end, his mismatched eyes pleaded with Riddle's stormy ones.

Riddle had to look away. While he knew, at this point, everything Floyd was saying was true, it didn't make it any easier to hear. He felt tears sting the corners of his eyes before he buried his face in his hands, sobbing softly.

Floyd instantly regretted asking something so big of him so soon, reaching around his shoulders to pull him into a hug. What he didn't expect was for Riddle to panic, forego the cutlery and take a fistful of food from the nearest dish and shove it in his own mouth in an almost barbaric manner. He was sniffling, fat tears rolling down his cheeks and his face a light red, but Floyd couldn't do anything but watch as Riddle went on his own rampage through the food he had prepared for him.

Eventually Riddle slowed down, letting Floyd rub his back gently as he wiped at his mouth with his sleeve, then whined slightly when he realized the mess he made on his clothing. Floyd couldn't help but chuckle a little, using some magic to clean his boyfriend off as he pulled him into his lap, nuzzling into his hair as Riddle finally finished the last bite of food he had.

Riddle gasped as he sobbed a bit, leaning into Floyd. "Thank you.....I-I've never....I d-don't know what-...." Riddle took another moment to recollect his thoughts as Floyd just rocked with him gently, tucking his hair away from his face and cleaning him off where he needed it. Riddle shivered a bit, accepted the glass of water Floyd gave him and took a few deep breaths to calm down as he relaxed against him more.

"Thank you....for doing all this for me...and making me feel safe....even if it was just for a few minutes where I could let go of all the fear I had...it was very liberating...and delicious." He laughed, strained and tired as he snuggled into Floyd more.

Floyd giggled a bit and pushed away the half eaten food to put away later as he kissed Riddle's temple.

"Anytime goldfishie....I love youuuu." He bumped his head affectionately against the redhead.

He very quietly mumbled back before he fell asleep, "I love you too,"

[lets-just-daydream]

Hi there! I just found your blog and it's so good! This is my first time doing anything like this, but I was wondering if you could do some cute father figure/mother figure fluff with all of Overwatch?

CUTE

I just did a couple small drabbles because I need some of this fluff rn :3c (i suck at fluff though lol SORRY)

Drabbles under the cut!

ANA

Being in Overwatch was totally fantastic for the most part. You had fulfillment and meaning in your job, you had meals and lodging, and you had an amazing family in your fellow agents. Almost everyone felt like a sibling, father or mother to you.

Number one in the parent department was Ana. She was literally a mother and she always made time for you, especially on days like this when you were feeling down and missing your family. 

You sat alone on a bench, staring out over the grounds of Overwatch headquarters. The clink of cups on the table next to you pulled you from your thoughts and you looked up to see Ana taking the seat beside you. 

"Missing home?" She asked. 

You nodded. 

"I know that look all too well, my dear."

You didn't quite know what to say so you grabbed one of the cups of tea she brought and took a sip.

"Your family would be so proud of you, coming here and making a difference. I know it's hard, but know that we've all got your back," Ana said, offering you a warm smile. 

Between her comforting words, warm smile and hot tea, everything felt a little brighter. 

You laughed. "You somehow know where to find me every time I'm in a crisis. How do you do it?" 

Ana chuckled and grabbed her tea, bringing it to her lips. "Call it a mother's intuition." 

HANZO (bear with me on this one lmao) 

When you first met Hanzo, your number one thought was, 'oh my god he's hot.' 

But now you know him a little better and while he's attractive, he's wise beyond his years and you value his worldly views and words of wisdom. 

You saw Hanzo as a mentor and in his less-than-helpful moments, a drunk uncle to turn to when you needed some advice. Whether the advice is good or bad is neither here nor there. But he always had your back.You appreciated it. 

"How are you?" Hanzo asked as he joined you in the gym. 

You were sweating, focused and hands in boxing gloves as you really showed the punching bag who was boss. 

"I'm good," you huffed, landing another punch. "Just about done." 

"Already?" He asked. "Weak."

You looked at him, shocked. "Wha- I've been at this for half an hour, non-stop!" 

Hanzo shrugged. "You can do better." 

"Hmph." 

You tightened your gloves and faced the punching bag once again. Hanzo approached the opposite side of the bag and held onto it. You swung a punch at the bag and he scoffed.

"You call that a punch?" 

You shot him a glare and swung another, harder punch. He let out a grunt of approval and you knew his game then. 

After another 20 minutes of his encouragement at your punching, you finally tapped out and dropped to the floor, ripping the gloves off and relaxing on the cool ground. 

"That was excellent, I'm proud at how you can push through the pain," Hanzo smiled, handing you a bottle of water. 

REINHARDT

If Ana's your work mum, Reinhardt's your work dad. Your loud, excitable, enormous dad. And not just your dad, everyone's dad. He wandered through the building yelling encouragement, constructive criticisms, jokes and nonsense to everyone who would listen. Even to those who weren't listening. He was hard to block out. 

One evening as you and your team were all day around for dinner, Reinhardt began to tell a story of his old days as a Crusader. It reminded you of hearing stories of your own parents' childhoods and you settled into your seat to listen with a smile on your face as Tracer rested her head on your shoulder. 

As Reinhardt's sorry went on and he became more animated, more people filtered into the dining area and listened in, leaning on the tables, counters, sitting on the floor and even in each other's laps. 

"He's such a great story teller,' Tracer whispered as she looked around the now full room. 

You followed her gaze and you hadn't noticed how many people had joined to listen to Reinhardt's story. You even almost felt like you could fall asleep at how comfortable you were, surrounded by your Overwatch family, listening to a bedtime story from dad Reinhardt.

[jungkookschin]

random drabble for older

Jungkook has always been a constant presence in your life, like the warmth of the sun on a chilly morning, filling you with comfort and energy with every encounter.

He’s very aware of the image you have of him in your cute little head, and he does everything he can to fulfill that image for you. He’s well aware of your little prince charming fantasies revolving around him, and truly, truly does everything to be your Prince Charming. 

He’ll indulge you, always- to the extent where Mingyu and Taehyung constantly throw the term “sugar daddy” around- and of course Jungkook will roll his eyes, but he won’t deny it. 

Jungkook has dropped thousands on you. He’s a single man in his 20’s with way too much money, anyways. So what was he supposed to do? Let all his money sit in his 401K to ensure that he’s financially secure for retirement (🙄) or buy you an unnecessarily expensive designer dress and observe how your face lights up?

Obviously he’ll choose the latter. 

Even before he accepted that what he felt for you was more than “Oh yea, she’s just my mom’s best friend’s daughter I’ve known since we were little and I always take care of her and do whatever she wants”, he was always there. 

During the first day of the first semester of your freshman year in college, he receives a call from your mother at around 6AM.

Jungkook is already up on his morning jog, and he doesn’t hesitate to answer.

“What’s up, auntie?” he speaks into the phone, eyebrows furrowing in concern when he hears the alarm in your mother’s voice.

“Oh, Jungkook sweetie! Thank you so much for picking up! Uncle and I are out of town for a business meeting, and Y/N isn’t answering her phone! It’s her first day of college and I’m super concerned that she’s going to miss her first day of class! I told her not to choose a 7AM… anyways, can you stop by our place and check if she’s up?”

“I’m on my way,” he mumbles into the phone, already walking from the gym to his Mercedes. 

He swiftly makes his way to your house, fully aware of the route as if it were his second nature. Your place holds a familiarity akin to his own, and he effortlessly inputs the garage code: 0809, your birthday, before ascending the stairs to your room.

As he expects, you’re snoozing off in your bed, clutching your Snorlax plushie with drool seeping from your mouth. You sleep with your eyes partially open, revealing the whites as if in need of some kind of exorcism. 

He rolls his eyes, affectionately of course.

With utmost care, he nears your bed and gently shakes you. You emit a soft murmur, your eyes squeezing before you roll onto your side.

On cue, your alarm goes off Beep Beep Beep: and it’s the default Apple ringtone that triggers PTSD flashbacks from school. 

Your hand instinctively reaches to silence the ringtone, yet you remain in deep slumber, as drowsy as Snorlax himself. Jungkook scoffs amusedly before he decides he’s had enough. 

"Y/N," he calls out a bit louder, "Time to wake up!"

In your slumber, you flinch, murmuring, "Huh? Mommy?"

"It's me, Y/N. Wake up. Summer's over, and you've got school," he says, sighing as he settles onto the edge of your bed.

Startled, you jolt upright, scanning your surroundings as if you’ve never seen your bedroom before. "Jungkook?" you mumble sleepily, rubbing your eyes, and inexplicably, Jungkook feels a pang in his chest. 

"It's 6:20, Y/N. You've got class in forty minutes."

You gasp as if you've just surfaced from underwater.

"Holy shit! I'm going to be late!" you exclaim, tossing aside the covers and scrambling out of bed, your energy suddenly pulsating with urgency.

You scramble to the restroom, shoving your toothbrush in your mouth before you start brushing violently. Jungkook approaches you, standing behind you while he fixes his hair in the mirror. 

His eyes flicker towards you almost violently rubbing cleansing oil into your face and he can’t help but laugh. You’re probably the most unserious person in the history of the world. “Baby, chill. You’ll get there on time,” he comforts, placing a soothing hand on your shoulder. 

“I know but I’m nervous, it’s my first day,” you mewl in return to which Jungkook gives you a comforting smile. 

“I felt that way too- wait, is that my shirt?”

You pause, staring at his reflection in the mirror like a deer caught in headlights, “Sorry?” you squeak before running back into your bedroom like an escaped convict.

[hb-writes]

Family

Characters: Frank Castle & Teen Reader/OC (she/ her pronouns)

Prompt: heyyy so I was wondering if u could do a platonic lil Drabble for The punisher/frank castle with a teen reader with #60 for the one hundred compliments maybe like where he sees her as a daughter and she sees him as a father figure-sorry if that don’t make sense

Summary: Even after all these years and all the bad things that have come to happen in Frank Castle's life, he still maintains a connection with his army buddy's orphaned daughter, a relationship that has kept both of them a little more sane while wading through the grief of loss because they're family and that's what family does.

Content Warnings: Mention of death/ loss/ grief

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Frank’s eyes slid to the clock on the wall as she slumped into the booth across from him at the diner. She was seventeen minutes late, but that was nothing new. Frank had come to expect that she would arrive anywhere between 3 to 20 minutes late no matter what.

The kid was never on time. Her parents had been the same way—to the point that it was a running joke between the two families—and Frank sometimes wondered if she held onto that trait only because she knew it was something that tied her to them, to her mother and father. 

He’d offered to hold their regular meet up later in the day—a late breakfast or lunch, even—but she insisted on keeping the Sunday early morning time slot despite never arriving on time. Frank didn’t really mind. There was a certain bit of nostalgia to it, painful as that could be sometimes. Sad as that could be... 

Once upon a time, their group had occupied one of the corner booths, her and Frank and their families, but with Maria and the kids gone and her parents gone, too, Frank and the girl were all that was left.

Frank had already ordered her breakfast, knowing her preferences well-enough to ask the waitress for an order of french toast with bacon and—

“Mmmm Coffee,” she nearly moaned, reaching out for the steaming mug before she even finished getting settled in the booth. Frank figured it was his bad influence that had the girl craving it with that sort of vigor—enjoying it black, only—unlike most of the kids her age who seemed to prefer the near-religious consumption of Starbucks-branded sugar and cream with a splash of coffee rather than the other way around. 

Her mother would probably have killed Frank for encouraging the habit. He didn’t imagine she’d be drinking it if her parents were still alive, but there were plenty of things that fit that category. Coffee was probably the least concerning of them, but the only role models she had in her life these days—Frank and her Aunt—were both caffeine fiends, so he didn't fault the girl one bit in that regard. 

“You look like shit,” she said, an eyebrow quirked as she eyed Frank over the top of her cup.

It was the truth—Frank was sporting a nasty bruise on his face that looked like it hurt, but he didn’t take the bait, scrutinizing her from across the table instead.

Frank reached out for his own coffee cup. “And you look like you never made it home last night.” 

She glanced down at her outfit—a sweatshirt, sweatpants, and slides that all very clearly didn’t belong to her. Her options had been limited when she’d reluctantly pulled herself from her short slumber. Her choices had been to either force herself back into last night’s homecoming dress and heels or to raid her date’s drawers, and she hadn’t been too interested in getting back into the dress to ride the train before 6 am. 

She stayed quiet as Frank sipped from his coffee.

“So uh…Vic knows about your little sleepover?” Frank asked into the quiet between them.

She shrugged, reaching for the maple syrup and drowning her french toast. Her Aunt Victoria was an ER nurse and she was working a double this weekend so she wouldn’t be home until mid-afternoon. She had texted with her throughout the dance the night before and after, sending a text that said ‘Night. I’m going to sleep xoxo.’ It technically hadn’t been a lie. She just hadn’t been going to sleep in her own bed.

She focused on cutting her food into bite sized pieces, well-aware that Frank was watching her every move, trying to figure something out about her without having to ask. He leaned back against the booth suddenly and cleared his throat.

“So are you dating this kid?”

She had a feeling Frank already knew the answer and just wanted to hear it from her mouth.

“So, uh…” she started, with no intention of confirming or denying anything. “What happened to your face, Frank?” She pointed at him with a forkful of french toast. “Looks like it hurts.” 

Frank snorted as she chewed on a bite. It did hurt, but that was beside the point.

“What’s the kid’s name?” 

“Who?” she asked, spearing another bite with her fork. “The guy that hit you?" She took a bite, shrugging. "I don’t know, Frank. You tell me.”

“Don’t try to be cute, kid.” 

“I don’t need to try to be cute,” she answered. “It comes quite naturally.” 

“Alright, enough. Just tell me your…” Frank paused for a moment, thinking. Boyfriend? Girlfriend? She’d never really expressed any sort of preference one way or another. Or at least, she hadn’t expressed it to him, and Frank knew better than to assume. “Tell me your... special friend’s name,” he said.

She resisted the urge to laugh at the term, closing her eyes to fight the smile tugging at her lips. “No,” she said before shoveling another bite in her mouth.

“So you are dating, then? There is someone special?” 

“No…” she started, holding out the word, her cheeks heating as she realized he’d caught her. “I—It’s not—Why does it even matter?” 

“Because you’re not supposed to be dating.” 

She scoffed, rolling her eyes. “According to who?” 

Her aunt didn’t have rules about that type of thing. The woman barely had any rules at all. She kept her grades up and she stayed out of trouble, and there was very little guidance given to her outside of that. Frank tried to guide her from afar, to put in his two cents when he could, but his sphere of influence was a bit limited these days, considering most of the world thought he was dead. Their connection was somewhat confined to occasional phone calls and these semi-regular breakfasts. It wasn’t like he could enforce much from that standpoint. 

“I thought your stance was no dating until sixteen?” She raised her eyebrows in question. 

She didn’t just think that was his stance. She knew it because Frank and Maria had said it often enough about Lisa and Frank Jr., and her parents had been what she considered way more strict than the two of them.

Her dad had always said she could date after she had her high school diploma in hand and not a moment sooner. She’d always thought Maria and Frank seemed like cooler parents because of it…much more reasonable, not that the matter of her dating was anything more than theoretical back then. The idea of dating hadn’t even really been on her mind at the time. She had been just a kid when her parents passed away.  

“I’m seventeen now, in case you’ve forgotten,” she added, though Frank couldn’t forget. He remembered her birth because she’d been born shortly before him and her dad returned from a tour. The guys had all been nearly as excited to meet the new kid as they had been to see their own families. 

“Yeah, well, I owe it to your dad to at least try and honor his wishes,” Frank answered. 

How many of their conversations over the last five years had been because of that, an attempt to honor her parents and their wishes? Because they weren't here to ask the questions, or enforce their rules? Because they weren't here to encourage her to be patient, to make sure she was being smart and safe and all of the things Frank imagined a parent of a teenager was meant to do?

And over the last three years, how much of what he said and did where she was involved was because Lisa and Frank Jr. weren’t here, too? For years, she’d called him Uncle Frank, thought of him just the same way she did all of her dad’s army buddies. She wasn’t technically his kid, but at the same time, she was... 

“And it’s my…duty…to make sure you’re being safe.”

She choked on her coffee, struggling to keep it in her mouth as she sensed where the conversation was going.

“To make sure—”

“No,” she shook her head, heat blazing in her cheeks at the mere thought of discussing the birds and the bees with Frank. It was too early in the morning for this. “No, no, no, no, no. We are not having this conversation. Aunt Vic is a nurse and I’m not an idiot, okay? End of discussion.” 

Frank snorted, his body shaking with a bit of laughter. “Glad to hear it, though that wasn’t what I meant.” 

She grabbed for her coffee, just to have something to do, pulling it towards her lips though she waited to take a sip, not knowing where the conversation was going and not wanting to risk spitting coffee across the table.

“I just meant you have to be careful with who you trust,” he said. “I wouldn’t want something to happen to you, is all. For you to get hurt…"

Frank fiddled with his untouched silverware, straightening it on the placemat before meeting her eye. “They’re a good person?” 

She sighed, leaning back into the cushions as she finally took the sip she’d been delaying. The waitress came to offer a refill and they both accepted, silent as she poured their coffees. 

“Yes,” she allowed once the woman stepped away, her voice softening. “He’s a good person, Frank.” 

Frank nodded. “Good. That’s good.” He took a sip of his coffee. “Your aunt has met this kid?” 

She nodded. “We’ve already done all the awkward ‘meet the family’ stuff. Aunt Vic was a menace as I’m sure you can imagine. Dad would’ve been pleased.” 

"Good." Frank smiled. “Someone’s gotta be.” 

They both sipped at their coffees in silence and she watched as Frank became occupied looking out the window, tracking the movements of passersby in their surroundings. 

“I wish I could introduce him to you.” 

Frank turned his gaze to her, a bit surprised by the words. It wouldn’t ever happen—it couldn’t because of everything that had gone down. Technically, Frank Castle didn’t exist. Not even Vic knew that he was alive and having breakfast with her niece. "Really?"

“Of course I wish you could meet him. You’re family, Frank.” The way she said it made it sound like an obligation and seeing that fact settle on Frank’s face, she added, “I’m happy to have you as my family. Lucky.” 

Frank nodded, the hint of a smile there on his face. “I'm lucky to have you too, kid.”

The Punisher Masterlist

[gothic-thoughts]

Formal Introduction

(he's my father fr, so the first fic for him wont be nun freaky)

Aizawa Shouta x Black GN Reader Fluff

FatherAU, HighSchool!Reader(cuz UA duh), Kind of a Drabble

CW: starting a new school, reader has social anxiety, switched perspectives, breathing exercises(brief)

TW: Mini anxiety attack

A/n: (any and all Japanese is either written or confirmed by DeepL. And is also written in Romaji to pronounce)

"Oi. Look at me." I say, caressing their cheek, "You're acting like they're gonna eat you alive."

"Dad, you said that it's a tame class." They whisper aggressively, "They look the opposite of tame to me!"

 We take a second peek through the skinny window of the door to see my "tame" class of 20 kids doing everything from standing to talking, some even yelling. Denki, of course.

"Hm, sore wa honto da(that's true), but they'll quiet down when I walk in."

"Daaad"

"You'll be fine."

"What if my quirk's not cool enough?"

My eyebrows raise as my arms cross, "And who cares?"

They shrug, "Wakaranai(don't know). Sorry, I'm just worried. They've been here since the first day and I'm like 3 months late!"

"It's not, besides you're my kid. Who's gonna care how late you are or how cool your quirk is?"

They hit my shoulder making us both chuckle a little at my words.

"Remember to--"

"Yes Aizawa sensei. Only call you 'dad' if absolutely necessary."

"You're gonna make it." I smiled, "You're gonna have to or your mother will kill me."

 I opened the door, leading them inside as my class's loud talking turned to murmurs before they disperse, quickly and quietly running back to their assigned seats.

"Ohayougozaimasu(good morning)."

They all bow slightly, "Aizawa sensei, ohayougozaimasu!"

"As you can see, we have a new student joining us today." I look over at them, "Douzo(go ahead)."

(Y/n) plays with their bangs for a little before taking a deep breath.

"Um, I'm (Y/n) and..." They stammer, "...and um I can...."

They visibly freeze, causing a few of the kids to mumble amongst themselves. Come on, you got it. What happened? My angel looked back at me and I tense upon seeing the fiery traces of scarlet in their eyes spread out to overtake their entire iris was red. Their quirk was a combination of mine and their mother who could see 20 feet through anything.

(Y/n)'s quirk being active means I couldn't activate mine and neither could anybody in a 20 foot radius behind the board. I know they're not the best with public speaking but they haven't been this nervous since elementary. I guess I could just point to the back of the room to get them to look away from me, but they have to learn how to control their powers somehow. I look at the class, clearing my throat.

“Karerano onamaewa (Y/n)(Their name is [Y/n]).” I say, leaning back in my chair, “Watashino kodomo desu(My child)."

 (Y/n) sighs in relief as their red eyes reduce back to the natural shimmer in the black of their eyes. I sigh, closing my eyes while the class gasps.

"Your child!?"

"You have a kid?!" Ashido yelled.

"How did they survive!?" Kaminari yelled.

"You never told us you had a whole kid, Aizawa sensei" Sero chimed in, "Much less one our age!"

"She's so pretty!" Ururaka gasped.

I sigh, “Is it too late to enroll you somewhere else?”

(Y/n) laughed into their palm, “You won’t be able to watch me.” 

“Fair enough.” I facepalm. “Oi, ochitsuite(calm down)! Just because they're my child, doesn’t mean treat them different that anyone else in the hero course. I'm giving you all 5 minutes to get to know them a little before we start."

"Can we see their quirk?!" Kirishima asked.

"What is her quirk?!" Midoriya asked.

"Idiot." Bakugou said, "It's obviously something with her eyes!"

“You can all ask her within the 5 minutes.” I sigh, rolling my eyes, “Dozo(go ahead).”

 (Y/n) walks closer to them and I watch as the class welcomes them in with open arms and plenty of questions, mostly ones about me and our home lives. I scan the room, noticing almost everyone was crowded except Bakugou, who was avoiding eye contact completely. I sigh wistfully watching as (Y/n) is overloaded with everybody's names to the point of pointing at them and saying them out loud.

"Alright, alright that's enough." I yawn out, "Give her some breathing room. Kore gara hajimeruzo(we're going to start now); (Y/n), you can sit next to me until we get you a seat."

"Okay." 

 They jog to the available seat next to my desk. That's better, there's that smile. Just needed a little push. I quickly discard my smile and stand from my desk, waiting for them all to sit down so I can start my lesson.

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Let's run it back

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Formally Introduced

"As you can see, we have a new student joining us today." Dad looks over at me, "Douzo(go ahead)."

I play with my bangs for a couple seconds before taking a deep breath to end the dreadfully awkward silence in the room. I try to speak after that but it was nothing but another breath.

"Um, I'm (Y/n) and..." I stupidly stutter out, "...and um I can...."

I can't. There's so many people. Dammit. I freeze, causing a few of the kids to mumble amongst themselves. Desperate, I look back at my dad and when he tenses up, my heart rate skyrockets. His breathing becomes slightly louder as he tries to get me to copy it's slow speed when his eyes leave mine, looking at his class with a gentle "ahem".

“Karerano onamaewa (Y/n)(Their name is [Y/n]).” He says, leaning back, “Watashino kodomo desu(My child)."

I sigh in relief as my heart rate began to settle, closing my eyes before they fly open at the loud and sudden collective gasp from my new classmates.

"Your child!?"

(A/n): this is kind of an OC too cuz of the quirk i've been thinking of

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Dabi drabble because he is baby and I want him to be happy for once. Seriously, this is just word vomiting

It has some parts where it says sex and the word nude so minors kindly get the hell out.

////

Is honestly funny your relationship.

At first view. No one would dare to think Dabi; the cremation user; the infamous young man who killed more than 30 people; the B ranked villain.... was actually sort of playful and soft behind closed doors.

After all walls come crashing down, Dabi; who trusts you to call him Touya; who once resemble a scarred dog who would growl at anyone trying to pet it, now just spreads himself on the sofa pf your tiny broke apartment and smirks devilish at you whenever you come scolding him about the damn bottle of soda which he drank all of it but still put back in the fridge.

He, aloof to most, enjoys the fact you just got used to the fact that he is more than 20 years old and is still picky to eat things like a damn child. You don't actually bother him about it, of course you worry and he feels warmth every time he sees it on your face. But the fact that you buy him whatever you saw that he enjoys, like small snack bars of chocolate or even a take out he grew fond of, he just snorts but with a grateful look on his eyes.

The fact that after sex you lay there besides, under or even on top of him nude along with him and you don't express any disgust towards his appearance, which he hates to admit he is insecure about it with you despite knowing he is the cause of it... he loves the fact that you guys are at the same time on your most vulnerable state but still joke around like both kids giggling at the stupidest thing like how you poke his nose or how he threats to bite your butt cheek.

How he just like to lay on your chest to have his hair played with as you both discuss whether you will watch a sitcon of Addam Sandler or a old horror movie.... neither of you can compete so in the end you guys end up rewatching jumanji the original.

Sometimes you find situations where he acts sorta of childish in the most annoying yet cutests ways... like pretending to not listen to you when you ask where the hell is your phone because you need to work while the mother fucked has it on his pocket. Or when he actually fakes a whine when you tell him you or him need to do your job or when Shigaraki called him for something., claiming to just want five more minutes as he breathes you in and just goes for your lips.

Is never five minutes with Touya, he is insatiable. Especially when it comes to your touch and kisses.

If you could count a moment when Dabi actually scared you, would be when one time you hadn't eaten a whole day due to a project... this dude was pissed...

Which is kinda understandable. The guy always listen scolds from you that he has to take care of himself more because heck you love him... so imagine his pissed of expression and how he actually argues with you, same voice he uses with the league, about how you should have eaten, drank water or simply take care of yourself while he wasn't there.

Ends up bregrudily making the only thing he knows, noddles and a hamburger steak, and throwing at a plate and growling a order for you to eat as he picks a chair and just sits there watching you like a hawk.

That scared you a bit. But you could only remember letting out a few nervous giggles while he just glares at your way till your plate is empty... then his bastard and playfully self is back.

Remembering all of that brings a smile to your face as you mindless bring the hem of the white shirt of his you were using and taking a sniff out of it.

"Then you say I'm the gross one, sniffing a shirt I used for three days straight. Pervert." You hear his voice and just arched an eyebrow.

"Oh, I'm the pervert?" Your sarcasm was almost identical to his at this point as he only chuckled with vcrossed arms as he leaned on the wall.

"Yeah, stoled my innocence. You, a pervert, corrupted me when we were all but kisisng then someone just grabbed my co-" he dodged the cushion you threw at him while he laughed his ass of when you jokingly yelled at him to shut up with embarrassment clear on your face.

Relationships weren't perfect. You knew that. He knew that more than anyone else.

Yet you two couldn't stop but to think that... to both of you, you guys were perfect to each others. With all the flaws and quirks you two had.

[garbinge]

Pottery

Angel Reyes & EZ Reyes & Sister OC Cynalena ‘Cyn’ Reyes

Day 15 from these April Prompts: “Pottery”

Summary: The youngest Reyes sibling deals with the death of her mother and the effect that has on each of the Reyes men. 

A/N: I apparently love to give funeral backstories to sibling OCs I have full multichap stories for. I have a whole nestor x cyn story that I’ve been working on and hope to post sometime soon, but in the meantime enjoy this little back story of her life with her brothers. 

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: All my fics are 18+ regardless of content. Mentions of death and blood. Angst, a whoooollleee lot of it. 

Mayans Taglist: @justreblogginfics @drabbles-mc @narcolini

The house was empty. Not physically by any means. There was furniture throughout, pictures hung along walls, some older, some newer. There were even signs of life, keys hung on hooks that were conveniently placed near the front door, shoes tossed around underneath in an untidy pile, and finally a chair pulled out from under the table, like someone had just gotten up and was expected to be back. But unfortunately, no one was expected to be back in that seat. Which is why the house felt empty. 

Cyn stood at the front door taking in the emptiness, staring at the chair right hand to the head of the table, taking note of the plate full of crumbs and mug that had dried coffee stains in it by now. It had been 3 whole days since her mother had passed but each one felt like an eternity. 

The first day was when she found out, the numbness hadn’t hit anyone yet, the shock was still prominent. Each member of the Reyes family trying to wrap their heads around the news, except EZ, who was there. Who saw his mother laid out on the ground, the blood leaving her body. EZ had hit numbness the minute the paramedics pronounced her DOA. 

The second day was when everyone else was caught up to the middle Reyes sibling. That’s when the quiet overcame them, no one had much to say. The only chatter in the house was Cyn who ended up putting together her mother’s memorial services. It was very much a ‘if she didn't do it, it wouldn’t get done’ situation but she took the opportunity to really just dive into it, push the grief and mourning aside and just busy herself. 

The third day was the day before the services. There wasn’t anything left to do which is what left Cyn standing in the house she was currently growing up in, just barely 17. She stared at the dishware for a moment before making her way through the living room and into the kitchen. There was no sign of anyone being in the home, but she knew her father was probably laying in bed, it took him two days to even enter the bedroom, let alone sit in the bed he shared with his now late wife, but once he did there was no getting him out. 

Cyn looked around at the kitchen, her face filled with sadness but also a tad of disgust when her eyes roamed over the misplaced stack of dirty dishes and trash bin that was overflowing. After a quick deep breath, she decided to fill her mind with more busy work. Cleaning the dishes, taking out the trash, clearing the dining room table. Her last task was washing the blankets from the living room, figured she could at least swap out whatever her father was using in the bedroom with a clean blanket. As she was taking things out of the dryer she heard the front door close rather loudly followed by heavy footsteps. Angel. She knew each of her brother’s footsteps, she had come to learn through the years of them sneaking in and out of the house. Angel’s were heavy even when they wanted to be soft and secretive, while EZ’s were more calculated, like him. 

She peaked her head around as she folded the last blanket. Angel caught her movement and nodded his head toward her. 

“Sup.” 

“Hey, where’ve you been? Where’s EZ?”  Cyn picked up the blanket she was going to bring in for her father and folded it over her arms so it was cuddled in front of her.

“What is this, 20 questions?” The sound of the fridge opening echoed in the house as Angel opened it. 

“I just figured we could go over the schedule for tomorrow.” Cyn walked into the kitchen beside him.

“Schedule?” Angel frowned. “We get her ashes, we spread her ashes, and then we drink at some shitty restaurant afterwards with people we haven't seen in years telling us how sorry they are for our loss.” 

Cyn wasn’t going to argue with her eldest brother, she understood they were all hurting and Angel had a tendency of acting out even on a good day. 

“Pops hasn’t left the room, I’m not even sure if he’s eaten.” 

Angel popped open a beer, “He’s been drinking though, there’s only 6 beers left, I bought a 24 pack yesterday.”

“I had a couple,” EZ said as he entered the kitchen from the back door. “Needed to get out and get some air last night, took some with me.” 

“A couple? You took like half the fuckin’ case,” Angel snapped. 

“They’re in the family fridge, figured they were up for grabs.” EZ shrugged his older brother off. 

Cyn knew what was about to happen, she’d seen her brothers argue with each other time after time. 

“Family fridge? What the fuck is that?” Angel was shutting the fridge. 

“Do you want me to pay you back, Angel? Fifteen fuckin’ dollars for the case of stale ass miller lite?” 

Angel scoffed and ushered out the kitchen chair and sat down abruptly. “Man, shut the fuck up.” 

Cyn quickly brought herself into the conversation in hopes to de-escalate it. 

“I cleaned up, Pops–”

“You what?” EZ turned to her, his eyebrows frowning while his eyes were wide. His head snapped as he rapidly moved through the house leaving Angel and Cyn alone in the kitchen looking at each other in confusion. 

He stomped back into the kitchen, practically running to the microwave and looked at it displaying the time. 

“Why would you do that?” His voice was nervous, but scaringly loud. 

“What? Clean?” Cyn frowned, a little bit of attitude dripping off her voice. 

“The microwave had 3 seconds left on it, she always left it at that when she’d reheat her morning coffee,” EZ was moving just as quickly as he was talking. “You washed her blankets and cleaned up her mess, those were the last things we had of her.” 

EZ’s voice was starting to become more shaky as it raised at his little sister. Cyn stared at him, shaking herself because this was one of the handful of times her brother ever yelled at her. They were close, not just in age but also as siblings, Cyn even considered him a friend. They went to school together, they talked all the time, he knew the girl, and yet he stood there, during one of the most heartbreaking times of their lives, losing it on her. 

Angel spoke up. “You sound fuckin’ crazy bro.” 

“Me? I’m crazy? At least I’m acknowledging she’s gone, you’re in denial and Cyn’s trying to be her.” 

Angel saw Cyn’s face drop, the pain of EZ’s words slashing through her like a knife. 

“Yo. Watch it.”

Angel stood up, still towering over EZ in height. 

“Come at me all you want, but don’t come at our baby sister on some bullshit.” 

EZ got up in Angel’s face, not letting the height the eldest Reyes had on him sway his ego in the slightest. “I’m doin’ for this family, what it can’t do for itself.” 

“What the fuck does that even mean, bro?” Angel was frowning down at EZ. 

EZ didn’t answer, he just stood there for a couple seconds before he turned away and walked right back out the door he came through. 

Cyn felt her stomach fall into a pit, the tears were welling up in her eyes. She was staring empty out of the kitchen window, the words of her brother still sitting fresh inside her brain. All of them, not just the ones that were directed at her. It was the moment she fully realized she lost what she had with her brother. He was no longer her friend. The only thing connecting them now was blood and that even felt shaky. 

Angel’s hand on her shoulder caused her to jump and turn to him. “Don’t let his dumb ass get to you, he’s all fucked up from seeing it all go down.”

“Wouldn’t you be?” Cyn’s voice was pointed. Old habits die hard, she tended to always take EZ’s side growing up because he always had hers. She felt like she needed to defend him in this moment. 

Angel’s hand fell from her shoulder at her response and she immediately back tracked. “Fuck, Angel. I’m sorry.” She shook her head. “I’m fucked up too.” 

Angel nodded, his face solemn as he chugged the rest of his beer and placed it empty on the table. “I gotta head out, I’ll see you tonight or tomorrow morning or whenever, just text me the details for the service.” He was placing a quick kiss to her head and making his way out the same door the other Reyes brother had just left from. 

“Angel.” Cyn called out, taking one step forward but it was too late, he had already left. Her head fell in defeat and her eyes closed for a couple seconds before she processed everything. After a deep breath of accepting everything, she shook it off, grabbed the empty bottle, threw it in the recycling and walked over to her parents bedroom with the blanket still draped over her arm. 

She lightly knocked on the door, waiting for a response but opened it even without one. 

“Pop?” Cyn peeked her head in and saw him laying on his side in bed, the blankets were moving up and down from Felipe’s breathing, which gave Cyn a slight bit of relief. She moved into the bedroom swiftly, not wanting to disturb him much more than she already had. 

“I have a new blanket for you. Fresh from the dryer so it’s still warm.” Her voice raised in a hopeful tone, thinking maybe that fact would bring him some type of comfort. “I’ll leave it here at the corner of the bed.” She placed the blanket down gently and moved to grab the empty glasses and plates that were in the room to move them to the sink. As she reapproached the bedroom door, she turned and spoke up. “I’m going to be heading down to the crematorium, we’re picking out an urn for them to place Mom’s ashes in. I told Angel and EZ about it but I have a feeling they’re probably not gonna be able to make it, but I just wanted to let you know, in case, but no worries, i can handle it. I’ll pick up dinner on my way home, too.” She felt herself rambling, her father wasn’t much of a talker usually, but the silence felt worse these days. “Um, alright. I’m gonna head out.” She started to close the door but then opened it again. “Love you.” It was said at that same hopeful tone as earlier but this time she was closing the door before she could be let down by his lack of response. 

_____

She felt small staring up at the wall full of urns. She felt alone too. Her eyes were darting from one row to the next, taking in all the urns, some made out of ceramic, some handmade in Mexico, some porcelain, some marble, metal, and even glass. Scanning them all trying to pick one for her mother was seemingly difficult, her mind was scattered all over the place. 

“That one.” Her father’s voice startled her. Turning her head she saw him standing next to her, pointing to the handmade and hand painted urn on the second shelf. It was black and clay coloured with accents of blue, green, orange, and yellow as flowers and patterns along the body of the urn. It felt like Marisol. Cyn actually was wondering how she had completely missed it. 

Cyn nodded and got one of the operators of the crematorium to assist her in the purchase. Her father stood outside and waited for her to wrap up, it was probably his first time out in fresh air since the day everything happened. 

“You want to walk downtown and grab a bite?” Cyn asked as she approached her father. Her face wasn’t looking at him as she asked, she was too busy fidgeting with the receipt into her bag to notice he was in his own world. 

“You’re not replacing her, you know.” Felipe’s voice was raspy and low as he spoke. 

Her face snapped up to see him staring into the sky. 

“I heard what EZ said. You’re not replacing her.” This time Felipe’s voice was more stern. 

“Thanks.” She wasn’t quite sure what to say here. 

“You should leave.” Felipe looked over at her now. 

“Alright, I’ll bring food home for you.” Cyn didn’t take his words to heart. 

“No, Cynalena.” Her full name left his mouth. “Leave Santo Padre.” 

Those were probably the heaviest words she heard all day. She didn’t respond. Not just because she didn’t want, but because she had nothing to say. 

“The service is at 11AM tomorrow, I’ll let EZ and Angel know. The word has spread to the family, everyone who needs to know, knows. Love you, Pop.” She kissed the side of his head and made her way in the opposite direction, not taking a second to look back at him but just keep walking forward. 

Her footsteps stopped and she looked up to see a neon sign turn on. Dusk was approaching so the moment it turned on and illuminated onto her feet she was looking up at it. Her gaze turned to inside the tattoo shop in front of her and before realizing it, she was inside and on the chair getting something permanently on her skin to commemorate something she wanted to permanently forget. 

[gallifreyburning]

FIC 20 QUESTIONS

@siderumincaelo tagged me for this one (thank you, my friend!). And I've decided one of my new year's resolutions is to do these tag games more often (even if it takes me a hot minute to get to them). So, under the cut I blather on about my writing ...

1. how many works do you have on Ao3?

99! I should write a drabble just to make it a round number lol

2. what's your total Ao3 word count?

1,114,038 (jeebus, a MILLION?! That surprises me. Although to be fair, two of my longest listed works were cowritten, so I did not do half of the writing for those.)

3. what fandoms do you write for?

I've written the most for Doctor Who, The Old Guard, Gallifrey, and Jupiter Ascending.

4. what are your top five fics by kudos?

If Never Again, If Every Day (cowritten with takiki16, TOG)

Kiss With a Fist (cowritten with takiki16, TOG)

The Journey of a Thousand Miles (JA)

Follow Every Highway (JA)

The Queen Mother and Her Bee (JA)

I'm genuinely surprised none of my DW fics cracked the top 5, although maybe there's a recency bias because I haven't been actively writing mainstream DW fic in, like, years?

5. do you respond to comments?

I genuinely try to, although I feel like I fail more often than I succeed. Really depends on my spoon levels day to day. But I love and hoard and treasure comments like a dragon, if you have ever left a comment on one of my fics, know that I would die for you and/or bake you a casserole out of gratitude.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Probably the Gallifrey fic A Quiet Heart, but in my defense, this was a very canon-compliant fic that ended during a very very angsty moment in the Gallifrey timeline! So, blame Nick Briggs. Coordinator In Extremis was also super angsty with a bleak ending. What can I say, I just love to see Narvin suffer in particular.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Most of them have happy endings, actually! Not sure what qualifies as "happiest," though. All of the Nickies and Joes are back in their proper timelines in INAIED, so that's a very happy ending. Also my recent TOG Practical Magic AU had a very maple-sweet autumnal ending.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I can't remember ever getting straight-up hate, although I have gotten a few rude comments here and there. Or weirdly entitled comments that are aggressively phrased, where the person demands changes to the story.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes, but fairly mild smut. I wouldn't mind writing more explicit, I just honestly don't feel like I'm good at it.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I do! I have a Doctor Who/Buffy crossover drabble, and I think there's probably at least one more, but I can't remember what. (I'm also percolating on a potential Murderbot/TOG crossover, if my creative spark ever returns from war.)

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Never had a fic stolen by an individual, but I have had a few fics swept up in those periodic fic-scraping debacles that have gone on over the last decade or so.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! At one point, someone translated Chimera into Russian.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

This is, like, my hallmark. My most beloved fics are my cowritten ones. Lately I've been cowriting TOG fic with @takiki16, and for years before that, I cowrote DW with @allrightfine.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

This is ... this is a difficult and somewhat rude question hjsdfjk help. But I'd probably have to say Doctor/Rose, just when it comes to longevity.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Maybe the Gallifrey Leela/Narvin fic Inverse Corollary? idk, though, I know how it ends I've just got to find the creative impulse to write Gallifrey again.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Characterization, probably? Also I'm a daft hand at creating random old movie AUs of newer franchises (like my Practical Magic TOG AU). And definitely grammar lmao, it is my jam.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Actually completing a work before I post part of it lol, I am so impatient to post and sometimes have no idea how a story's going to end before I start posting the beginning. I am a pantser. Also smut ... I should probably practice writing it more so I'm better at it.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Fine, if it's just a phrase peppered in here and there with a light touch and not put in italics.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Star Trek TOS when I was a wee creachur. Also some Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves, for a wild childhood throwback.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Listen, it's gotta be my cowritten fics -- INAIED and Gallifrey Records, specifically. I am so proud of those and the work my cowriters did.

idk who has been tagged for this meme yet, but @werebearbearbar @takiki16 @bewires @raedear @ouidamforeman and anybody else who wants to do this one, please consider yourself tagged!

[uchiha-7thsingularity]

Decided to post for the 12th of October day. A little drabble of the Ll with MC in the frightful month.

Felix Iskander Escellun

Gentle boy is stoked for a month of disasters waiting to unfold. Magic spells to test on Sage. 

Custom costumes you help him make on the whim to wear throughout the spooky holiday (gnome, wizard, vampire *again*, skeleton, shapeshifter, or reaper) so many choices to ruin him in by scaring him senseless for every day on the calendar.  

Participating in a wine game you two created by saying a Halloween festive word (neither can repeat words you or the other have said already. If so, take a sip. The winner is the least drunk or the one who hasn't taken the last sip of wine from the bottle. *hint* it gets heated to the point your both yelling at each other slurring your words. "I said caramel popcorn a minute ago. You-you rough rider of cheating thespian's!!", he snarls at you wiggling a finger. Furrowed brows you smack his hand, " My poor sir, you're the one who stole my word first. I...MC was the one to spit it out first you pumpkin headed looney!!" *hic* stumbles over each other to fall together in a fit of giggles. (Anisa in the background. "You two had enough for the night."😅)

Decorating the manor and halls with Felix's taxidermy creations he spent his valuable time on. He feels accomplished more so than taking a nap 20 minutes ago in your lap. Send rapid fire on praises till he passes out from your sly smile. Breath down his neck to spook him and to see his pout. Give his taxidermy names or nicknames for fun. He's never felt more appreciated than right now for his creations.

Tell him he looks ravishing. Don't be shy. He lives to hear your sweet words. Kiss his rosy cheeks after hugging him from behind to show off your costume. Twirl for him. Admires you respectively. 

Care for a treat. Has pockets full of peppermint sticks with caramel lollipops to hand out on a whim you had a sweet tooth. Feeds you and pinched your cheeks. Sometimes will lick his lips to make you wobble on your knees. Giggles...he truly is a nuisance in his own hollow way.

 Grabs your hand to go to his homemade fort he made for the two of you to read for a restful night of mischief in fantasy land. He listens to your voice on repeat. Sometimes creates shadows with his hands to roleplay a scene for your eyes only. Very invested on nailing his characters by adding dramatic effects. For extra scenes you tell him to save the special scenes for when the two of you are alone. His face is stuck in a red hue for the rest of his waking days. 

Anisa Anka

Gives out candy to any kids who visit her at the marketplace she volunteers for the monthly festival of Pumpkin season.

Loves to carve silly faces in the pumpkins or apples she finds to decorate for the month. You two actively engage on one-to-one fake duals to put on a show for Porriman dwellers for entertainment purposes. The crowd finds it out of this world. Cheers and claps can be heard from every direction. The two of you are pleased but sweaty to the point you want to pass out right then and there.

Her costume (Alien, Minnie Mouse *her favorite*, Jack frost, dragon tamer, mother nature, and cowgirl) Please tell her her legs and thighs are lovely beyond words. Bow down to her. Please do. She is so charming in the seasonal colors.

Massage her shoulders while she drinks her pumpkin spice latte you made for her to warm up. Watch her shoulders relax and a sigh escapes her. Tell her to wear booties you bought her to shuffle around in on her days off. Sit her by the fire and hold her till she falls asleep.

Making candy apples with her. Some of the caramel and melted candy are burnt but the apple is crispy. Add whatever additional sweets like candy corn, chocolate, peanuts, fudge or strawberry syrup you wish to add to fill your stomach with. 

Telling you cursed stories she's heard from her "fellow" knights that ends up looking her for the rest of the day. PARANOID. She is on high alert for any criminals or drunks though you try to grab her attention to let her enjoy herself for once. "Crime never ceases, Mc. Don't forget that I made a vow to stand up to protect you myself," a timid smile presents itself on her round face. "Neither does JUSTICE!," hands entwined a laugh escapes the two of you as you venture toward a new adventure.

Classic till the end. She will want to conquer her fear of clowns. At the end, trials and error, she just pulls you closer into her chest at night with a candle in her hand. Bed sheets clutched around the two of you in matching nightgowns. You worry at her wide-eyed stare at the dresser in front of you, until she falls asleep with her eyebrows raised.

Sage Lesath

This man is unhinged for the entire month. Keeps his tail away from Stella and Urchins roaming below his thick ankles. Admires pranks. Despises Halloween pranks or Felix's experiments that target him during the cold season.

He has you tied to his hips at all times. Searches for wanted criminals for bigger bounties. Secretly saving up to buy you two accessories for your homemade outfits. (Would dress as a nymph, mafia boss, banshee, werewolf, samurai, or lizard man). At one point he accidentally kept tearing the fabric of his costume. You just fix it throughout the day. Grateful for your patience with his messy self. You assure him his claws are the minimum concern and that you just want him to enjoy being apart of the experience.

Mazes are a BIG no! Him and tulsi tried it when they were younger. He immediately lost her. Then again, his sense of smell was not trained to pinpoint a person and rather for food. You wave off his frowning face. Drag him to an cartoon artist. Eases his worries and struggles to sit still for a while. You have to legit sit on his lap for him to focus on his attention on you. The artist draws you two with funny expressions. More saliva coating down sage's chin staring at you with googlely eyes. You two laugh for a couple hours showing off your new favorite picture.

 Has zero tolerance for magic unless it double-backs on Rime and felix. He recently asked those two to keep him out of any "malarkey" the two create for this month. Felix and rime tie "magical" balloons to sage's tail to wake him up stuck to the ceiling. (Cue meme: Are those Helium Ballons?...Yes) He curses the silly boys laughing their butts off on the slime-stained carpet. You and anisa sip your tea with your legs crossed marveling at the trio before you.

*gasp* karaoke!! At any bar you two visit that sage isn't banned from...you dance clumsily upon the drunk patrons. Will dip you occasionally to lift you up by the thighs and spin you till you puke. Sorry not sorry. He will definitely have sour candy in his pockets to snack on when you take a break to clear your throat. Kisses your forehead and leaves you to ponder on his swaying tail wrapped around your waist. Grab his collar and smooch his neck. He spits his drink out. Mission accomplished.

Throw pumpkins to see your strength endurance. You make a game of it. Who can throw the farthest? Later, you and he bake the seeds to share with the others. And if there are leftover intact pumpkins you bake a pumpkin pie. Yum!

Can and should give out candy to urchins that knock on the door of Fanthom. Spook them a little. Compliments every single one's costume or respects those who did not wear a costume. Sometimes doesn't notice the same kids coming to the door. They switched costumes with each other to fool the cat man who gives out a handful of candy. Luckily, sage and anisa bought three bags of candy earlier the week before. Hug him forever and thank him for his existence.

Rime Solano Varela

He should be the definition of terrifying with his lack of empathy and psychopathic tendecies. He's slowly working on it with you. Anyways you made him a costume. (I can imagine him as a ninja, plague doctor, assassin, spy, shinigami, or wendigo). Compliments you to the extent he can see the pomegranate tint coating your entire face. He haunted his threats and killing you for now. Just in case, anisa and felix confiscated his knives for the coming holiday. Shrugs his shoulders in irritation," Excessive but fair."

Absolutely! Plays! Pranks! No one is safe. Ask you to help him for the sake of getting sage and the others. Mostly sage. You probably don't witness the glimpses he takes in your direction when you look away from him. A smile escapes him from time to time. He contemplates your relationship to the point in time (wherever you're at in the frenemies era). Sociable to you little by little about felix mainly. Maybe you or himself one day. 

Scares crows or black cats off. He's not superstitious. He just doesn't want the mess in his personal area or surroundings of mischief. Twirls a pocket knife. (MC sweats in background)"Relax. If I wanted another corpse hanging over Fanthom, you are the last decorative ornamental I want to show to the world," his smirk makes you slap his butt and run up ahead of him in a huff. Shock for a second. Then chases you into the forest to pin you down. *cough* thats all I'll tell you. 

Sets up Fanthom tower like a haunted house to obnoxiously scare people for his amusement. *hint* Do Not ask him were he got the"fake" blood from. Intentionally has skulls along with felix taxidermy to hang on the stone walls or ceilings. Scented cinnamon candles are a must. Oops, a hand in the winery. Not really, it's a ice hand he carved to expand his devilish inquiries.

Has a couple spells to mess with you. For example, one day you decide to cross boundaries and touch his cold hand. As soon as you grab his hand you feel bolts of electricity shock your core. Ouch!! He loses it at your attempt to punch him in the chest. Later, you get him back. 

Drinks warm apple cider with a cinnamon stick clinking glasses with you. Dresses with a thick black wool crop top. And Burgundy pants with chains dropping on the side. A pink shawl is tied around his waist to cover his swishing tail. Works on training to keep up his abs. Will never give that up. His words, specifically. You can't blame him. A little jealous of his work effort and diet schedule.He still eats caramel and chocolate candy.

Without knowing you two fall asleep on the couch waiting for Felix to make lemon tea. With the rain padding the windowsill outside and the romance novels, you read lull you two to sleep. When felix returns with a tray of tea and snacks he sees you drooling on rime's shoulder. And him nuzzling into your ruffled hair. After you two wake up you're both in denial. He continues his work with a furrowed brow and you as well. Felix shakes his head. Although, the deer's white speckled face burns brilliant in the fall season for his outlook on life is surely changing for the better.

[randomfoggytiger]

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Thanks for dropping in! :DDDDD

The below might seem like I'm gassing you up or being overly sugary and sweet; but I cannot underestimate how much I mean every single word. Your fics were in my first round of xfiles fics ever; and they were cemented into my cracks before I ever got adventurous enough to feed the addiction and read 800+ authors.

This'll be long, so I included a cut.

(**Note**:Editing and proofreading my paragraphs? What is that?)

I begin, again, after 20 minutes of thorough combing

I spent 15-20 minutes grabbing link after link after link because... quite simply, your fics are grafted into my brain because of how many rereads I've done-- I can't separate them from each other, I can't pick favorites, I can't. I had to go by my tip top, cannot-pass-by-without-reading fics:

Whispered Words (Tumblr): Everything about this is perfection. Every time I read someone else's cancer fic, I immediately think of this one (and hunt it down for a reread.) Scully's symptoms, how and when Mulder notices; the blend of sickfic and angst and fluff together, no parts outrivaling the other... it's, again, perfection.

A New Day Has Come: It's such a cornerstone of my earliest cancer fics that this is how I always expect Mulder to react in other fics I read-- it's automatic programming at this point.

Every. Single. IVF fic you've written. I kid you not. To name a few (because it's not fun to just read "I liked it, lol" without some examples):  Name Calling/Archive is the pinnacle post IVF failure: the best, ohmyword. Unnamed post IVF treatment fic and Five Minutes - Chapter 1 are seared into my brain as a part one and two; but if it's a sheer numbers game? Five Minutes - Chapter 2 wins out. It's just... how do you hold a moonbeam in your hand, y'know? How can I describe something that IS me? I refer you to Scully's Memento Mori speech-- she says it more eloquently than I do. ;))))

Every. Single. AU Requiem fic and S8 fic and S9 fic and S11 fam fic. You do loving relationships so well: they talk, they breathe, they exist like real people. I treasure the S8 fics you wrote from my prompts and reread them frequently--though I forgot to label the second and need to find that link hmmmmmm. This is exactly how it appears in my docs: Here's a prompt (if you want): Scully goes into... (tumblr.com) THIS WAS MY PROMPT Ao3 By Your Side Is Where I Belong - Baroness_Blixen - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own] LOVE THIS

And for nonspecific genre fics that I adore and cannot live without:

#58 Mulder to Scully thanks! Ao3 Prompts & Drabbles - Chapter 3 - [Archive of Our Own] Scully gets hit in the head with a baseball bat and you nailed every. single. aspect of this fic and I can't read it enough (going to read it again right after this.)

Since you were looking for an angsty prompt for... (tumblr.com) Ao3 We Will Find Our Way Home - [Archive] Scully and Mulder on the ice and Scully makes Mulder go alone to the Snocat? YES PLEASE.

 I hope your muse comes back. I know she will soon!... Ao3 Things You Forget - Chapter 1  Mulder has amnesia and he and Scully have dinner with her mother and Bill while he remembers-- iconic.

A realization

...I'm staring at 20+ pages of your fic links (and 84 specifically marked ones that have LOVE THIS in bold and caps) and thinking that there is no way I can fit all of this into this ask. XDDDD

I'll close this by thinking of random moments in your fics that twirl around and around in my brain and put them down here:

Mulder waking Scully up by sneezing in her hair in Rain King.

Mulder and Scully crying after her recovery in Redux II.

Scully's annoyance and Mulder's complete stillness in the airport while waiting for their luggage in Five Minutes Chapter 2.

The hilarious way you wrote Mulder and Scully and Krycek and Doggett and Reyes in an Essence AU (Will is born in the car while they drive away from the FBI.)

Scully's head being squeezed like an orange in the baseball bat attack fic, and Mulder's irate panic from afar ("HE HIT HER")

Mulder's tie got stuck in a copier and Scully has to help him out (and Skinner doesn't even want to know.)

Maggie's not a fool when she catches Mulder and Scully a day or two after Chimera.

Scully gasses in the car and Mulder evens the playing field.

Mulder having amnesia after Millennium and only remembering his partnership with Diana (for a couple hours.)

Mulder delicately taking and holding and smiling over his scratchy list of baby names.

Scully feeling woozy in Three Words and Mulder helping her sit down.

Mulder panicking after Lamaze in Alone.

S8 Scully including Mulder in her late night snack and waltz session, as they discuss her neighbor's recently deceased husband.

Mulder swallowing the suddenly-too-sweet cake at Scully's baby shower (AU Essence~)

Mulder swapping places with Reyes in Essence-- it's he and Scully on the road, just like always.

Post Existence Mulder papa bear with little Will.

Revival baby girl being born on Mulder or Scully's birthdays (and the unique ways you changed the details of both versions.)

Mulder and baby Will showing up for Scully's "take your kid to work day" (and him rubbing Will in Colton's face, my word.)

(I'm not kidding when I mean every. single. one. of your IVF and S8 and family fics, so I'm not even going to BEGIN.)

All of your Millennium fics. All. But particularly the one where Scully is woken up by a grumpy Mulder who felt betrayed that she'd left and drove over, despite his injured arm, before calling her and asking for permission.

Mulder sobbing and holding Scully after the other agents tricked him into thinking she'd died in a car accident.

Diana locks Mulder and Scully up in the One Son fort for the night; and Scully's hurt and Mulder's hurt and their reconciliation and re-understanding is one of the fics I turn to when I need to sleep but also need a story to focus on. Makes my brain go wild.

TFWID Mulder having nightmares of his past lives with Scully. Another one of those stories that sets my brain on fire.

Revival Mulder's psychic powers comes back and he tells Scully in the restaurant (part I) and later senses their daughter's heartbeat (part II.)

An ending

And while I could go on and on and on, there's already a lot I put down. XDDDD Maybe I'll make a fic list with my top 85? fics that cannot be passed up-- although, I don't know if Tumblr will allow me that enough word space to fit them all in. Hmmmm.

Anyway, thanks for dropping in! :DDDDD And hope this was a good enough answer~. ;))))

[sir-achimus-prime]

A Streak of Sun :

A Moment in the Moon

Warnings :Cheating/Divorce and anything else i missed

:Readmore:

Summary : We explore 3 vorns before the war .

Note : These aren't in order . If i finish this and do it the way i want to , it'll be fixed to the right order . For now enjoy the drabble-ish order

Y/n sighed as she listened to the hydrolics of the transport go off . Her spark ached as she felt her doorwings flare as she read the line of text from her communicator . She vented deeply as her Sire sent a message regarding her absence

:Sorry , took a last minute shift. Be home soon:

Y/n checked her chrono that read out 3 joor left on her journey to Kaon's deepest pits .

~~~~~Earlier ~~~~~

Y/n's fingers deftly toyed with a sparklings toy as the sparkling chirped . She'd built a decent reputation as a medic that a handful of towerbrats decided to employ her .

She was happier that a pair of petro-rabbits , she left for lunch earlier than planned and ... unfortunately...fortunately regardless of the situation .

She'd found her 'Conjunx Endura' berthing one of said Tower-brats . She possibly didn't react the best , having initially opened the door. That had always served to slag her off , especially because both her and Spin-Sunstreaker replaced for a sparkling proofed door. She'd only come back for a spare set of armor .

She rinsed it off simply as Sunstreaker attempted to explain and ... among other things, ask for a reaction . She glanced up briefly and stared directly into his optics "What do you want ? You've got all you need. I'd be busy at work , while you slag my boss atleast you're not funding your escapades with my credits." She said somewhat horsley .

Sunstreaker gulped before looking from her to his current berthmate "That"s not what happened !?" She shrugged "And i can't do this ! I won't do it , the same way you fraggin' refuse to let me touch your fraggin' valve or carry ! I recieved treatment and among other things! But enjoy !" She said promptly

turning on her heel .

~~~~Present ~~~~~

Y/n scoffed as she stared at the intricately detailed painting that resided on the streets of Kaon . Her home , the place she'd been sparked and the same place she'd emerged . The same place she'd recieved her first and last upgrades , she walked sliently through an alley . She enjoyed her ration silently infront of the beautiful mural that her Sire had helped paint.

~~~~~~~ 20 vorns before ~~~~~

Y/N sighed as she adjusted the hold on her current toy. It was well-used as the small prehistoric cybertronian beast sagged in her arms as her parents conversed during their lunch . She understood a select few words as she choose to ignore them as she spoke in small hushed tone to her companion .

She stared sadly at the empty space in front of her , wishing primus would bless her parents with another sparkling . A sparkling to keep her company through times like this and a playmate . Her parents' tones turned into growls and her Sire's doorwings flared as he walked over to her area . He asked her if she wanted to go her grandsire's ... home was a small little hut a walk away from her grandsire's . She giggled holding her arms out as her much larger father carried her home and allowed her to cuddle up to him .

~~~~~~14 vorns before ~~~~

Y/n sighed as she watched her youngling sister as she played with her own toys.

Her doorwings flared briefly as her Creators continued to argue . Her carrier had dragged her into the issue and her sire had taken issue with it . Her Carrier had cheated on her Sire ... she remembered catching it . She'd walked into the room . The door had been opened and she'd walked in , traumatized to walk into a bedroom without her mind drifting to that day.

She listened intently as her doorwings drooped as her Sire walked over . Embracing her and staring her in the optics "We have this ! We'll learn to live without her and we'll be better off !" She said as her mother cursed her when she embraced her and took her sister and coddled her .

~~~~~Present ~~~

She shook her emotions off , upset that her optics watered . She paused breifly as a large gladiator walked beside her , instantly dwarfing her as the ground shook with each step .She only stared up with an annoyed look before the mech paused. "You look familiar, femme !" He grumbled as he squatted down.``

That's fascinating, " she said as the mech through her a drool look"Ain't you .... Swiftstriker's kid ?" She paused breifly in question of the larger mech , his silver paint job caused her to question him before deciding to trust the mech "Who's asking !?" The mech paused before laughing "Y/n , right ?! Megatron !" She blinked breifly before smirking ."Meg's ? Slag ! Do you know where ...uhh.. " she paused briefly as the mech stared before reading her orders."Do you know where Octa is ?" The mech was polite and guided her to the makeshift medbay and left her there to meet with a Pax .Gladiator's were a difficult breed for many to deal with , but for Y/n it was as natural as dealing with sparklings .

They were just as cautious , so color her suprised when her gaze landed on a familiar frame . She glanced up at the owner as he babbled on and on about the care and work needed as she sighed inspecting the mech . The mech was unresponsive as she plucked a few pieces of plating before deducing that Sideswipe was slagged and would require extensive work to be healed and wouldn't recieve it at the scum-filled levels of Kaon he was probably trapped in .

Feeling bad and knowing that it wasn't his fault, his brother had upset her. She sighed deeply. "I would recommend heavy care in an Intensive Care Unit . His spark is beating irregularly . I can't fix much more than what i have, " the mech hummed."You're sure ?" She hummed.

"Put'em out then.' Blinked before sighing "How much did ya get him for ?" The mech glared "100 million credits" she felt her optics bulge "I'll give you 100,000 credits for'em" the mech glared "For ?" She shrugged before the mech seemed suspicious "Why!? I thought he was dead?" She yawned tiredly "Why not ? " the mech huffed before relenting.

Later

Y/n grumbled as she glared at the large wounded bot that towered over her in the seat. He stared silently at her. "How's treatment goin' ? I thought Sunny wanted you to stop this ," she glared silently "You're brother's hardly the mech to be making judgment calls at the moment. And i saved you're skidplates !" She grumbled as he vented. "Ok, so Sunny didn't go to another treatment ?" She hummed."Where we going ?" She yawned tiredly as her doorwings flared " Iacon because i have an appartment there at the moment .." sideswipe hummed .

~~~~~~Later ~~~~~

Message : Sire

:Where are you ? Sunstreaker said Sideswipe's gone, and you caught him in a curious situation . I beat his aft , come home please ! I know you went to the medical center , if you're carrying finally . Please come home and don't stress yourself .:

Before she turned to Sideswipe, "Your brother cheated , regardless of the situation. And i refuse to hear him out yet because it appeared ... A romantic atmosphere... I'm gonna try and get you back on your feet . But i can call your brother if you prefer him. "

Sideswipe was silent and thoughtful ``I'm sorry. You're a faithful and stable Conjunx" she hummed "Unfortunately, i am carrying according to the Medic. I go on leave in a month. But I might work through it" Sideswipe frowned "Why ? Sunny should be able to cover it." She stared silently before pursing her lips "I'm leaving Sunstreaker. I have enough to be fine for a while . I can assure you i wanted a sparkling more than him . " Sideswipe snorted "Your not telling him ?"

She sighed "No." Sideswipe was silent before he relented "If you don't mind me sticking around . I can help you out . " she hummed .

[museswithinx]

look who came to dinner ; a drabble

While both their daughters were leading their own lives independent of Bonnie and Dev, the Bennett-Simses always made time for weekly family gatherings. Sunday dinners had become something of a tradition since the girls both moved out. It was a day when they could all just slow down the chaos of life and spend time together as a family. Even if she did see her daughters more frequently than just once a week, Bonnie was always looking forward to it.

“The lasagna still has about 20 minutes.” Bonnie stated to Dev as she closed the oven back up and grabbed a loaf of the bakery bread off the counter. “I think I’ll make some garlic bread to go with it. Mind setting the table for me, dear? Connor and Levi are coming so we’ll need two extra spots set.”

As her husband grabbed some plates from the cupboard and went about setting the table, Bonnie busied herself cutting the bread and making the garlic mixture. “There’s a bottle of wine in the fridge too if you’ll get that out.” She tells Dev as she starts coating the bread with the garlic mixture. Letting that sit when she’s done, she washes her hands and peeks at the lasagna again when the doorbell suddenly goes off.

“That’s probably the girls.” Bonnie said as she quickly popped the bread in the oven and started heading toward the living room as Dev finished setting the table. “I’m coming!” She shouted as the doorbell went off again. Opening the door, she already had a comment ready at the tip of her tongue about how she’d given them a house key for a reason but she swallows it back when she finds it isn’t Aubrey or Haley on the other side.

“Hello, Bonnie.”

“Mom?!” Bonnie exclaims, utterly shocked to find Abby of all people at her door.

“Can I come in?”

Bonnie blinked at her, still processing some shock. She would’ve been less surprised to find someone like Kai at her front door than her own mother. Abby had abandoned her not once but twice and hadn’t heard a single word from her since. She knew the change from witch to vampire was difficult on her but that didn’t excuse the abandonment. It didn’t excuse the first time either. Clearing her throat, Bonnie straightens her back and the shock is quickly replaced by a controlled anger.

“Why are you here?” She asks, completely ignoring her request to be invited inside. Mother or not, she wasn’t about to give her a free ticket inside her home. She didn’t even know anything about her anymore and aside from a few exceptions, she didn’t much trust many vampires these days. For all she knew, Abby could have just given in to the dark side.

Crossing her arms over her chest as she awaited a response, Abby appeared to consider her words before speaking again.

“Because I wanted to see you.” She started, earning a look of disbelief from Bonnie. “And I wanted to... Make things right. The word is vampires have one last lifetime before the balance is restored and then we all turn to dust. I’ve made my peace with that but I never made my peace with you.”

“So, what? You want me to ease your guilty conscience for you and tell you it’s okay you abandoned me? Get real. It doesn’t work like that. You left, that was your choice. That’s what you always did when it got too difficult.”

“No, that’s not what I meant...”

They were interrupted as Dev suddenly came up behind Bonnie. He must have sensed the tension all the way from the kitchen as she felt his hand rest on her shoulder. A small and subtle gesture that communicated he had her back. Reaching her own hand up, she touched his to let him know it was okay. 

“Dev, this is my mom, Abby,” she introduced with very little enthusiasm, “Abby, this is my husband, Dev.” 

It was awkward and neither extended a hand to greet the other. Dev knew all about his mother-in-law so it wasn’t exactly one of those warm and nerve-wracking meet-the-parents moment. Abby did manage a small smile though, offering a, “It’s nice to meet you.”

Then her daughters showed up with Connor and Levi, also appearing to immediately sense the tension on the porch. Sighing, Bonnie shot a look Haley’s way because her youngest already appeared ready to pounce, before looking back to Abby. “You can come in.” There was a hint of warning to her tone though. It wasn’t a warm welcome.

Stepping aside for her mother, she received questioning looks from her daughters to which she shook her head. They’d talk later.