#Garrett Chin

[clarkkantagain]

bennett & garrett

[rad-roche]

been thinking about thief again and how it has so many of The Characters Of All Time. imagine being the person who came up with garrett. i'd be the smuggest person in the entire world

[bruisedboys]

🎀 - send in a character + an au for a blurb! e.g rockstarleddie, rugby!james etc. add a prompt if you'd like

rockstar!eddie x shy!sound tech who he loves to flirt with. but only he’s allowed to <3

aerial i love u for this

summary: rockstar!eddie loves to flirt with you (and look after you)

shy!fem!reader 0.8k words

Eddie has this way of finding you wherever you are, even when you’re trying to hide from him. You’ve snuck away to the lobby of the venue his band is set to play at in a few hours. You need a break from all the sounds and commotion that come with being a part of the sound team. Your break doesn’t last very long.

The door to the main concert hall opens and even though you’re looking at your laptop, you know it’s Eddie because you can hear his jewellery jingling. He wears a lot of jewellery.

“Hi, pretty girl,” he says jovially. You don’t look up for fear of swooning on the spot. “Whatcha doin’?”

“Work,” you say quietly, even though you’re not working at all because your fingers have gone still over the keys at Eddie’s arrival.

“I thought you were taking a break.” You can hear Eddie’s frown. Again, you don’t look up because you think if you do, you’ll melt into a puddle.

“I am,” you insist.

Eddie sighs loudly. You know he’s not sighing at you, but for you. He’s always telling you to stop overworking yourself. You sometimes listen.

You’re still staring at your laptop screen when Eddie’s legs appear in front of you. His scent washes over you, cologne and musk and something metallic. He smells exactly like you’d expect a rockstar to smell like. His hand reaches out and he hooks a ring-clad finger under your chin, pushing gently, forcing you to look up.

When you finally look Eddie in the eyes you know how much of a mistake it is. He’s pretty, beautiful really, with his wild curly hair and his big dark eyes, his pale skin, tattoos peeking out from the edges of his clothing. You flush just looking at him. Then you remember his hand at your jaw and flush some more.

“Sweetheart,” he says sympathetically. A frown pulls at his pretty lips and you think you’d like to kiss it away, then immediately scold yourself for that rogue thought. Eddie ignores your flustered quiet, as usual. “You gotta stop taking on so much. There are other people to do some of the jobs you do. If you keep at it like this, you’ll make yourself sick, you know?”

You nod even though you don’t particularly agree. You like doing the jobs you do, you like making yourself so busy you barely have time to think. If you have too much time to think you’ll think about Eddie, and you really don’t want that.

“Can I sit with you?” He asks, as soft as you’ve ever heard him. “We don’t have to talk, if you don’t want to.”

You nod again and finally find your voice. “Okay.”

Eddie smiles, gives your jaw a squeeze and then plops down next to you. Again, you get a whiff of his heavy rockstar scent. It makes you dizzy in a good way.

Silence falls over the two of you. You don’t turn back to your laptop, because you know Eddie will protest. You sit and try not to breathe too loud, try not to let your leg touch Eddie’s or your hand brush over his thigh. It’s been all but two minutes before Eddie starts talking again. You hadn’t expected him to stay quiet for very long.

“You know …” he says slowly, and you brace yourself for what’s coming. “I saw you laughing at something Garrett said earlier. What was that all about?”

You’re so confused you forget all about his closeness and turn to look at him, quizzical. He’s looking at you in a way you don’t understand.

“What?” You ask, a bit surprised.

“Earlier!” Eddie says earnestly, as if trying to justify himself. “When we were waiting for the mics to come back on, and you and Garrett were talking and he said something, and you laughed real loud and— shit, I sound jealous don’t I?”

You gawp. He had sounded a little bit jealous, and that plus the look he’s giving you is enough to make your heart skip a beat. Eddie? Jealous because you’d laughed at his bandmate’s joke? You think maybe you’re dreaming.

“No!” You rush to say, after a too-long pause. “No, um. You didn’t.”

But Eddie groans and buries his face in his hands. “I so did.”

You don’t know what else to do so you put a tentative hand on his shoulder. He’s firm under your hand, strong. You’d like to touch him forever, you think.

“I didn’t really think his joke was funny,” you say shyly. “I just laughed so it wouldn’t be awkward.”

Eddie straightens up and whirls on you, your hand dropping from his shoulder. You miss his heat immediately but you’re quickly distracted by his knee pressing into your thigh.

“Really?” He asks, his eyes wide and too hopeful.

You giggle. “Well, yeah. It was an awful joke, Eddie.”

Eddie laughs now, a lovely chesty laugh, and you want to savour the sound forever.

“Please don’t tell him I said that,” you say quietly, even though you know he wouldn’t.

Eddie grins wolfishly. “Not a chance, sweetheart.”

[ihavemanyhusbands]

NIGHTS AT THE WRANGLER — A DRABBLE

Pairing: Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x Courier!Fem!Reader

WC: 1.4k words

Summary: A little fluffy ficlet/drabble of Courier!Reader and Cooper after he started working as an escort at the Atomic Wrangler <33

Warnings: fluff!!!, flirty cooper, some lovey dovey smut, escort!cooper, based on my inability to understand and play Caravan lmao, budding romance

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Nights in the Mojave desert were sweltering and long, but you were able to find some reprieve in one of the small, sparingly decorated rooms at the Atomic Wrangler.

Good company and some drinks certainly helped alleviate your mood as well, despite the additional heat generated. The room was in disarray in the aftermath, but that had been inevitable all along.

The bed sheets had been kicked away and were now bunched up beneath your bare figure. A window was open, though no breeze blew in. A dingy old radio was playing a country song that you found yourself humming along to. Cooper’s hat was perched sideways on your head, lest the wide brim slide down over your eyes.

You and him lay parallel on the bed, facing each other. He was trying to teach you how to play Caravan, but you were still not entirely getting the hang of it. There were a few caps tossed between you to make things interesting, but he’d been the only one collecting the past few rounds.

“This is impossible,” you muttered, staring at your piles of cards.

He laughed. “Darlin’, I’m really startin’ to think you’re hopeless.”

“There’s just so much to take into consideration! And I have so many fucking cards…”

“Don’t get all worked up now,” he said, adding a card to one of his stacks. “At least, not like that.”

You shared a brief look with him before you rolled your eyes, a little smirk tugging at the corners of your lips.

“I thought you said you didn’t do seconds,” you said casually, pretending to look through your own cards.

“I can make an exception here and there,” he said. “After all, you did say I get to choose my clientele. Means I can also choose what I give or don’t give ‘em.”

“I’m sensing some subliminal messaging here.”

He let out an amused grunt. “Oh, you and I both know I don’t need to persuade you into anythin’.”

You hummed noncommittally, not wanting to outright admit he was right. You propped your chin on your hand and observed him for a moment.

“How has it been, by the way?” You asked. “You adapting to this line of work well?”

“It’s been just peachy, the Garretts are real happy with our arrangement,” he said. “Nothin’ to complain about, really, and it ain’t like I’m tied to this place anyway. Nights like this one are always a plus, too.”

“Aw shucks.” You grinned, adjusting his hat on your head. “I am pretty fun, aren’t I?”

“Well, beating you at Caravan sure is fun,” he teased, making you playfully punch his arm.

He grasped your arm and pulled you closer, your torso sliding over the cards and effectively ruining the match. You didn’t mind, especially not as he dipped down to kiss you. His hat slid off your head unceremoniously, falling off the side of the bed.

His tongue dragging against yours brought your earlier activities back to the forefront of your mind and a small, pleasured hum escaped your throat.

He pulled back to look at you, and by the glazed look in his eyes, you could tell he was just as affected. You hummed thoughtfully, reaching up to cup his face gently.

“You’re going sweet on me, aren’t you?” You teased, your fingertips lightly tracing his skin.

“That’s what you think, huh?” He said, one of his calloused hands slowly trailing up your abdomen.

“Far as I can tell,” you countered. “And I’ve been told I’m very perceptive.”

“Hmm…”

His hand passed over your sternum, moving to caress one of your breasts in an intimately casual way. As if he’d been familiar with your body longer than just a handful of nights.

And of course, it responded to his touch, like he knew it would. His grin was lopsided, a slightly smug yet mischievous edge to it.

“Well, as it turns out, I’m pretty perceptive myself,” he rasped, pinching your nipple and rolling it between his fingers.

Your back arched, a small spasm jolting through you as an edge of pain mingled with pleasure. You narrowed your eyes at him.

“You’re just trying to empty my pockets, aren’t you?” You said, breath hitching as you watched him lick his fingers before they resumed their teasing. “Getting me all worked up like this.”

“What makes you say that, sweetheart?” He asked, tilting his head slightly to one side. “I think you just can’t seem to resist me, is all… Why else would you be mewlin’ like that?”

“Oh, I think y-you know why,” you breathed as he leaned down once more, his lips enticingly ghosting over yours. “But I’d argue you can’t resist me either.”

He chuckled a little, moving to your jaw and then your neck, nearly giving you away and making you shudder against him.

“I do like this pussy of yours, I’ll give ya that,” he husked, his hot breath in your ear as he nipped the lobe with his teeth.

As if to emphasize his point, his hand trailed down to where you were aching once more. Palm cupping your already sensitive cunt, which was undeniably wet once again. You couldn’t help a little gasp — perhaps a wordless plea for mercy he wouldn’t heed. Any resolve you had crumbled underneath his nearly expert ministrations, the teasing becoming unbearable.

“Fuck. I-I want you, Cooper. I just…please?” You panted wantonly, the slight humiliation that came with your begging only getting you wetter. “Is that what you wanted to hear?”

“Maybe so.” You could hear the smirk in his voice. “C’mere, I wanna see how pretty you look on top of me.”

He shifted to lie on his back, your mind spinning for a moment as his warmth left you nearly shaking with barely contained desire. Damn he was good. He knew your tells quite well, which buttons to push, where to pinch or prod or caress to elicit different noises. And you were like a bonfire that he set aflame.

You crawled atop him, panther-like, your chest sliding over his. His hips bucked as you reached down to grip his erection, lightly stroking the sensitive head as you kept eye contact with him. You bent down and kissed the corner of his mouth, lightly swiping your tongue over his bottom lip.

His mouth slackened as you lined up his cock and slowly sank down on it, the movement made easy by your wetness. His hands grasped your hips tightly as you rested your palms on his chest. You let out a breathy moan as you readjusted the position of your legs. Your hips began gyrating slowly, teasingly, gauging more of his reactions in turn.

“Pretty as a picture,” he rasped as you pulled back, an emotion you couldn’t quite decipher in his eyes as he looked over you.

You grinned. “Not so bad yourself, cowboy. How’s it feel being ridden for once?”

He chuckled. “Don’t get too smug now, or I’ll have to break ya like a wild bronco.”

You hummed, taking those words as a challenge. His hands aided you as you went faster, finding a rhythm that had you both groaning. One of his hands came to rest on your sternum, wanting to feel your rapid heartbeat. For a moment, you held onto his wrist, head tilting back as you lost yourself to the feeling of him deep inside you.

You heard him murmuring your name, as well as praises of you good you felt. You found an angle where your clit dragged against his pubic mound with each thrust, and soon you were nearing the edge. Your eyes fluttered closed, focusing on all other sensations. Sensing your mounting pleasure, he helped you along. He pulled your hips down to grind against him, his hips canting up.

“O-oh…” was all you could breathe, shuddering piteously, brows furrowed.

And suddenly, without warning, your orgasm spiraled upwards and spread through you. Your legs pressed against his sides as your body tensed. He held you aloft through it, a low groan in his throat as he felt you clench down on him repeatedly. You fell against him once more with a dopey little giggle, his arms encircling you.

“Damn… I’ll never get tired of this,” you said, feeling him chuckle against you.

“All it took to get you going was beating you at Caravan,” he said teasingly, one of his hands trailing up and down your back. “I can work with that.”

You pulled back to frown at him. “You’re so mean to me, you know that?”

“It’s ‘cus you like it, sweetheart.”

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[sleepyhutcherson]

hey! may I request something where the reader opens up to boyfriend!Mike about their past (like moving around a lot as a kid or feeling disconnected from family) and Mike reassures them that they are loved and will always have a home with him and Abby? (hurt/comfort please! thanks for your writing!)

No Big Deal

pairing: mike schmidt x gn!reader

summary: mike comes home to find you feeling down and you open up to him about your past.

contains: mention of family issues/not having a healthy relationship with family, mike comforts reader, angst - nothing extreme tho!

mike and you had been dating for a little over 2 months, you were both at a stage in your relationship where you were comfortable telling each other anything. mike had opened up to you about his brother garrett, about his dreams, and the loss of his mother. you comforted him, listening and being there for him whenever he needed you.

there were moments when you doubted telling mike about your past, it wasn’t that you didn’t trust him enough to open up to him—you were more concerned of being a burden with your own problems. you didn’t want to add to mike’s pile when he finally seemed at ease.

today in particular you had felt a sudden desperation for your family, feeling home sick. you weren’t sure if that was the right word in your case, you had never really felt at home with them. growing up you had always felt disconnected from them, never really fitting in with them. at gatherings, birthdays, and holidays you always found yourself hiding for long periods of time in the bathroom. oddly enough, there were times when you missed them, not necessarily them but the idea of a family.

you hear the front door open, abby running inside, the sound of her belongings in her backpack rumbling. she shouts you a quick, chirpy “hello” before running to her room.

“hey.” mike greets, sitting on the sofa next to you. you murmur a reply back, and immediately mike can tell something is off. you weren’t sure what gave it away, honestly. “hey, are you alright?” he asks with a softer tone, his eyes begging to meet yours.

“yeah.” you force a faux smile, not meeting his eyes.

mike has never been an expert when it comes to comforting but ever since he’s met you he’s tried his best to learn, taking mental notes from the times you’ve helped him through his struggles.

he leans closer to you, his hand coming to rest on yours. “hey, it’s okay, you can talk to me.” he whispers for only you to hear. you finally meet his gaze, his eyes soft as they stare into yours. you feel a sudden comfort while looking into his, wanting nothing more but to stay like this forever.

you sigh softly and tell mike everything. you tell him about the constant moves as a kid, how disconnected you’ve always felt from your family, how growing up you never felt loved by your family and how you never really felt like you even had a family. you notice his expression change when you say that last bit, you say it so casually like it’s no big deal that it pains him. mike feels a sudden urge to wrap himself around you so he moves forward and pulls you into an embrace, his chin resting above your head, your face buried into his chest hearing his heart thump. you stay like that for a moment, it’s oddly quiet between the two of you but comforting. mike kisses the top of your head before pulling away.

“i’m sorry,” he says, and then: “i don’t know if this helps but i want you to know you are so loved here. by me and abby.” his hand brushes over your cheek, you’re eyes are brimming with tears. “you don’t have to go back to them if you don’t want to. you’re always welcomed here, yeah? this can be your home if you’d like, okay?” he can’t help himself and leans forward to kiss your forehead. he moves down to your lips, kissing you innocently. your foreheads rest against each other’s, it’s nice. you feel cared for—loved for the first time.

“i love you so much,” he cups your face in his hands, your eyes meeting again. “we both love you so much. stay here with us, yeah? if you want to.”

you smile, tears running down your cheeks. “yeah, okay.” you choke out a laugh that follows up with a sob, and without even thinking you bury your face into mike’s chest, his hand stroking your hair as he wraps his other arm around you.

“i love you.” he repeats, it’s muffled, his face buried in your hair, but you can’t help but smile at the words.

i love you

i love you

i love you.

[lili863]

Growth spurt

*MC, Ominis and Sebastian bid their farewells as they leave for summer vacation at the end of their fifth year*

MC: *Hugs* Goodbye Sebastian, I hope you and Anne have a wonderful summer.

Sebastian: *Squeezes MC*

MC: *Chokes from suffocation* Oof- uhhh Sebastian...

Sebastian: *Chuckles* See you in a couple of months Kid

MC: *turns around to find Ominis* Oh Ominis, I'll miss you. *Grabs his hands and squeezes them*

Ominis: *Frowns because she didnt go in for a hug* I'll miss you too MC. You'll..write to us right?

MC: *beams* Of course silly! *Reaches up to pat his head because she thinks he's cute*

Ominis: *Frowns harder*

Sebastian: *Witness the whole thing* Pfft-

Ominis: *Annoyed and disappointed he walks away*

MC: *Frowns* Wai- Ominis!

Sebastian: *Sighs* Yeah.. even that would piss me off

MC: *Worried* What do you mean?! Did I offend him in some way?!

Sebastian: *Pats her shoulder* Its....nothing. We'll see you in two months *Ruffles her hair and walks away*

MC: *Waves at Sebastian with a smile before gazing at Ominis board the carriage* I didnt even get to say goodbye...

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Summer passes as the trio meets up at hogwarts grounds

Sebastian: MC!

MC: *Turns arounds and perks up when she see Ominis and Sebastian* You guys! *Runs to Sebastian who caught up with her first and gives a big hug*

Sebastian: *Laughs* I missed you kid! How was summer?

MC: It was good! *Notices Ominis standing behind them with a small smile*

Garreth: Hey Sebastian! *Waves*

MC: *Looks behind to see Gareth Weasly approach them*

Sebastian: *Smirks* Well look who it is! Missed me Weasly? *walks towards Garrett*

Ominis: MC..

MC: *Turns back to Ominis*

MC: *Grins* Ominis! *Runs up to him*

Ominis: *Small smile* Its been a while, how was your summer?

MC: *stands infront of him, but this time has to crane her head to look at him* ...It was good.

Ominis: *Senses her hesitance* Thats good. Is um..is something wrong?

MC: *Blushes when she realized how tall he became* Oh sorry! Its silly, but I just noticed. You..grew tall. Like..really tall.

Ominis: *Confused* Really? Let me check.. *Reaches his hand before touching her head and compares to his height, where her head just barely touches his chin*

MC: *Laughs* This is crazy. Just two months ago, you were my height!

Ominis: *chuckles* I suppose so.

MC: *Fidgets* Ominis...

Ominis:. Yes?

MC: *Looks down* Before summer began..and we bid farewell or I guess we didnt, I..didnt get to say goodbye to you.

Ominis: *Feels guilty about walking away* Oh,..MC about that-

MC: I guess.. I had some things I wanted to say but maybe its better to just show you

Ominis: *Confused* What do you mea- *Grunts*

MC: *Tackles Ominis in hug, resting her head on his chest* I missed you.

Ominis: *Shocked*

MC: A lot.

Ominis: *Touched* I missed you too. *Wraps arms around MC and rests his head on top of hers*

MC: *Giggles* This feels different.

Ominis:*Frowns* It does?

MC: I dont mean it badly, its just..your taller and I am always used to hugging you differently, I guess. At a different height *chuckles*

Ominis: *Breathy laugh* Ahh is that so? In that case..

*Ominis wraps hands around MC waist and pulls her up*

MC: *Squeals and gets lifted up and wraps her arms around Ominis neck*

Ominis: *Spins her around as they both laugh*

MC: Ominis stop, I am gonna fall *giggles*

Ominis: *Hugs her tightly* Well? Does this feel familiar then?

MC: *Buries her face in the crook of his neck* .....Yes.

Ominis: *Blushes* Good. I suppose this how we are hug from now?

MC: *laughs* I certainly dont mind.

Ominis: *Smiles* ....Neither do I.

[copperbadge]

Polk is perfecting the art of looking like a painting by a starving artist in a Paris garrett in the 19th century.

[ID: A photograph of Polk the tabby, lying on a blanket covered in paw prints, which itself covers a deep windowsill; a building is faintly visible through the clouded window, and in a corner of the sill is a large unlit pillar candle in a glass jar. Polk has her front legs stretched out in front of her and her chin resting on one shoulder, looking pensive and dramatic.]

[theluckywizard]

Kiss Me Moonstruck, Ch 4: Some Manner of Street Fight

Hawke x Trevelyan | DA2 | Matchmaking Mischief | Fluff and Smut | Fish out of Water | Romantic Comedy

Chapter Summary: Garrett Hawke has to deal with the grasping rat who interrupted his introduction to the Trevelyans. Unfortunately, all his friends— and enemies— want to talk about is her. Fic Summary: Smashed together in a matchmaking scheme cooked up by their enterprising mothers, Garrett Hawke and Rose Trevelyan are forced to endure one another for a whole week over Satinalia at the Hawke Estate. Rose hears he’s a swashbuckling treasure hunter, as wild as he is handsome and as ill-bred as he is rich. Garrett suspects she’s a brat of an ingenue with a string of rejected marriage proposals behind her. Determined to prove to the other that they could not be less compatible, they quickly find their mothers’ plot might be working better than they thought.

Excerpt under the cut 👇

“Extortion’s never really been a favorite of mine, you know,” says Garrett cheerfully, drawing his sword from the sheath swinging at his side. He tosses it lightly in a little show, admiring how the torchlight flashes on each side of the fuller. “But shameless creature that I am, I suppose I’m tough to blackmail.” “A man does what he must,” says Dougal, easy tucked amid his muscle. “You’ve already interrupted Hawke’s special day,” says Isabela. “Now you’re threatening to kill his mother?” She looks impressed by the gall. Or his stupidity. “Oh ho!” cries Dougal, his brows bouncing high. “Special day?” Garrett rolls his eyes lightly. “It’s not that special.” “Well now you have to tell me,” says the rat. Garrett grumbles his way into relenting. “If you must know—”   “—Hawke’s mother is trying to set him up with a wife!” finishes Merrill, utterly delighted. “A wife? You?” Dougal’s initial snickers quickly escalate into a wheezing laugh that doubles him over. He clutches his side, recovering himself while his men chuckle along dutifully. Frankly, Garrett couldn’t agree more. “Well, it’s a good thing I’m claiming my due now. She’ll drain your coffers dry and run off with the stable boy.” Garrett smiles, shaking his head as he slips his shield onto his left arm. “Unfortunately for you, today’s not your day,” he says. He gestures with his chin at the men around Dougal. “Why don’t you let all these nice people head along home to their lovely spouses and fight me man to man like the Maker intended?” “You and I both know I pay good coin for this backup.” “Good, is it?” Garrett asks. He turns to the dwarves. “I’ll pay you double this month’s wages to fuck right off right now! Toss in a wheel of cheese for your trouble!” They shift uncomfortably on their feet, trading a few stolen glances, but ultimately remain silent. “You can’t buy their loyalty. They’re all family!” laughs Dougal in triumph. “Though maybe you don’t quite understand. I heard you notoriously lost your family during your little expedition.” “Bold blazing words from an actual turkey. Come on then. Let’s get this over with.”

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[heartlandians]

Filling Empty Spaces (Amy/Mitch), part 234

Mitch and Amy find an unexpected connection due to absent lovers. Set around season 11->.

A/N: I didn’t have a beta for this story, so hopefully there won’t be too many grammar errors.

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The next morning when Mitch woke up, he still felt the weight of the world and all of its worries on him, but at the same time, he could tell his heart was slightly lighter after his talk with his dad last night.

The guilt of letting him down and then choosing his own path had been something that had been holding Mitch back from reaching out to his father more.

Growing up, Mitch had always looked up to his dad and wanted to be more like him, and in some ways he still did, but he knew it had been important for him to explore other options as well, just to know for sure that it was the right path for him all along, even if it would potentially come with the price of letting people closest to him down.

Reaching out his hand so he could get his phone, Mitch already knew better than to expect a good morning text from Amy, but he was still holding out hope for maybe getting some positive update when it came to her situation.

After all, he was in better terms with Lou now and she knew he was desperate for any news.

But as his eyes adjusted to the brightness of the screen, Mitch could tell nothing had popped up besides the weather app's notification telling him it was going to be another sunny day.

As he moved the cover from top of him and let his feet hit the floor, Mitch did few light stretches, only now realizing how stiff his body had gotten from all the stress he had been under these past few days. He needed to take better care of himself, he noted.

Mitch didn't want to wake his father, so he tiptoed to the bathroom and brushed his teeth as quietly as he could. As he wiped the traces of toothpaste from the sides of his mouth, he allowed his hand to glide across the beard that had began to cover his lower face and neck.

Ever since joining the army, he had maintained a clean-shaven look. Keeping his chin bare was just something he did, without even really thinking about if it was "his style". But the stubble didn't actually look that bad.

Or maybe it was nice that it covered some of the signs of fatigue that were showing on his face?

Still, perhaps it was time to try something different?

Ditching his shaving kit for another day, Mitch stepped out of the bathroom and bee-lined toward the kitchen, still trying to keep the floorboards from creaking.

As he was about to reach the kitchen, he glanced toward the couch where he expected his dad to be sleeping, only to find it empty. Someone had definitely slept on it, but had already woken up and was up earlier than him.

"Dad...?" Mitch called out, realizing there was no use of trying to stay quiet anymore since it was obvious his dad wasn't sleeping.

When he couldn't hear him reply, Mitch began to wander around the house. There wasn't really room for his dad to hide, so Mitch was done with his search in no time.

Had he gone out? Mitch wondered.

After getting his boots on, Mitch opened the screen door and stumbled on the porch. He saw from the corner of his eye someone on his right doing something in the yard. And when his head turned toward the person, he noticed it was his dad.

It was barely 6 o'clock, but Garrett was already going through the bricks Mitch had collected together for the firepit he planned to build some time soon.

"Dad...? What are you doing?" Mitch asked, half-expecting his dad to be sleepwalking or something.

"Oh, I couldn't stop thinking about the state of this firepit", he said, clearly already working on how the bricks should be arranged. He wasn't asleep or even half-awake.

"It's... really early", Mitch pointed out the obvious, partly wondering if there was cause for concern. Was his dad's memory slowly giving up...? "I think the thing can wait. You haven't even had your breakfast."

"I know, I know", Garrett said, putting down the brick he was holding and waving his hand dismissively, "but... I was just excited."

Mitch tilted his head, listening. "Excited about what?"

"Well, just... this", Garrett said, gesturing around them, "being back in the country. It's like old times. I always had an early start back then. And so, I was thinking what you said about the safe place thing and building a legacy and whatnot... Maybe I could help you with this thing and leave my mark here, at least in some way."

Mitch had to admit he was surprised; he had not expected the speech about this ranch going over so well with his dad, especially after his father had said his piece about the legacy of Saddle Road - which had been completely justified.

But at the same time Mitch knew his dad to be a very caring person when he wanted to, so in some ways something like this shouldn't have come as a surprise to him.

"Okay. You can help", Mitch finally agreed, feeling like it probably meant a lot to his dad to be able to do something like that for his son, even if Mitch was completely capable of just doing it himself too (well, when he'd have the time, that was).

Mitch knew it wasn't about his dad doubting his skills; it was about the sentiment his dad wanted to commit to.

"But first, breakfast. And then there are couple of other things we need to do before that", Mitch laid out the plan as it looked like his dad was excited to join him to do the chores.

Garrett walked to the porch. "Alright. What's on the agenda?"

"Well, there's a fence that's bordering the neighboring ranch that needs fixing. I was thinking we could get started with that, so you can get familiar with the land and Whisky, too. And then we need to run some errands before we can make that firepit happen. Sound good?"

Garrett nodded, smiling. "Sound good, son."

****

After breakfast, Mitch introduced his dad to Whisky, and while he was happy to make acquaintance with the horse, Garrett's face lit up when he saw Maverick.

Seeing his son's horse was another thing that brought back the old times. It seemed like Maverick remembered him too as he nudged Garrett's chest and expected him to scratch his neck like he had always done in the past.

"Alright, alright", Garrett laughed and let his fingers feel Maverick's coat. The warm breath of the horse against his shirt allowed his heart to swell even more on his chest. "I'll scratch ya, don't you worry, buddy..."

Meanwhile, Mitch was getting Whisky ready for the ride and fetched his brush from the grooming kit.

"They had to put down your old friend, Tonka, late last year, you know", Garrett spoke to the horse in the stall next door, and Mitch realized he had not known about his dad's old horse passing away.

"They did...?" Mitch had to ask, even though his dad was talking to Maverick.

Garrett nodded and reached for another spot on Maverick's neck while the horse hung his head low as he relaxed.

"Yeah, I guess time turns for us all", the older man said with a wistful tone. "But I'm glad he got couple years of retirement before passing on. He deserved that... Never had a horse more hardworking than good ol' Tonka..."

"I'm sure Mr. Landry took good care of him", Mitch spoke when he didn't know what else to say.

"I know he did, otherwise I would have never sold Tonka to him."

Mitch glanced at his dad's way, and even though he couldn't really see his face under the brim of the cowboy hat, the younger man had a feeling that being here and experiencing these things was opening his dad up to being more vulnerable about everything.

It wasn't something he was used to seeing, but then again Mitch had never really seen his dad without his mom after she had had her stroke and that was when his focus was on her.

His dad had always been in a caretaker mode and now, with his mom not here and Mitch all grown up, he didn't need to keep up that front; he was just a retired cowboy, reminiscing about the old times.

"You know, you could ride Maverick today", Mitch suggested. "I could take Whisky."

Garrett looked at him. "But Maverick's your horse", he said as if Mitch was confused about that fact.

"I know, but... you two already have a bond, and I don't mind riding Whisky once in a while", Mitch figured. "It could be good to switch things up a bit sometimes."

Apparently, he was in some type of mood today, with changing the routine, Mitch thought.

But maybe that was good, to shake things up - that weren't that serious - every once in a while, in order to get used to the discomfort change could sometimes cause, so eventually that could expand into bigger leaps too.

And life was all about change, after all, so it was better to get used to it.

Garrett let his hand rub circles around Maverick's neck as he thought about it. "Okay, yeah, sure. Why not. -- How do you feel about that, bud?" he asked from the horse.

Seeing his dad like this made Mitch smile.

All of this was actually helpful with getting his mind out of worrying about Amy every second as there was not much he could do about that.

Taking care of himself had to become a priority now so when the time came for Amy to get back to them, he would be ready to help her - if needed.

He couldn't be a wreck.

****

After their brief ride to the fence, that included Mitch showing some of his land, they located the section that needed fixing. Both of them dismounted and tied their horses to a near-by tree, and while for Garrett it took some time to recover from the riding and getting down, Mitch almost immediately put on his gloves and was ready for the work.

Mitch began by clearing the area while Garrett took his time and admired the view. The younger cowboy didn't mind his dad taking it easy, because while he had asked Garrett to join him, Mitch thought he was mostly here for the company. If he did anything else, it was just extra.

More importantly, it felt like it was important for Garrett to be included.

"Funny seeing the Foothills from this angle", the older man said, admiring their snowy tops. "They look just as beautiful as ever."

Mitch smiled, nodding. "Yeah. Doesn't really get better than this."

"No. No, it doesn't", Garrett agreed, then looking how Mitch brought out his wire cutters and started taking out the damaged sections off. "So, you have the cattle business with this neighbor of yours?"

Shaking his head, Mitch thought how to summarize the whole thing. "I used to work at this ranch. The Heartland ranch."

"Oh yeah", Garrett realized then. "Jack Bartlett's farm, right? Or at least that's who used to run the ranch back when I lived here."

"Uh-huh. He's still there."

"I remember people talking about that place. It had that, uh, that horse rescuer lady, didn't it? Jack's daughter", Garrett could recall as he touched his lower lip thoughtfully. "And her husband, that young rodeo cowboy used to live there too, didn't he? Think they had couple of kids as well..."

If there had been some fleeting doubt about his dad being forgetful after Mitch had found him at the yard working on the pit, he didn't doubt it now; his dad's mind was sharp as a knife.

"I'm sure Tim would be flattered to hear you call him "young"..." Mitch laughed. "Especially because he's a grandfather now."

"Well, yeah, I suppose he's not that young anymore... Around the same age as me, probably", Garrett realized his description was probably a little off since his knowledge of the place was dated.

"But yeah, that's where Tim used to live, but not anymore. He's the one I'm in business with. Our business used to involve Jack too, but he's retired now", Mitch summed up. "Tim lives not too far from here, but Jack leases us part of his land. That's his side, this is mine", he added, gesturing both sides of the fence.

"They still rescuing horses in there?" Garrett wondered and came to lean on one of the posts.

Mitch felt both sting of sadness but also a beam of pride when he thought about Marion's legacy. "They do. Jack's daughter, Marion, died in a car accident over a decade ago, but her daughter, Amy, has continued in her footsteps."

"That's good. You can never have too many healers in this world."

Mitch nodded. "Agreed..." he said softly.

While Garrett was looking around and saw some of Heartland's horses on the other side of the fence, Mitch wondered if this could be the moment when he'd ask about something he had thought about ever since Amy's accident and again yesterday when Lou had brought it up.

"Can I ask you a question...?" Mitch began, nervously. "About you and mom."

Garrett's eyes moved toward Mitch just as he realized the post under his arm was a little bit unstable and so he tried to adjust it better. "Sure. What is it?"

Mitch moved to get the barbed wire they had brought with them.

"I know it's a delicate subject, but... I was wondering how did you felt after mom had her stroke...?"

Garrett shook the wooden post between his hands, digging it deeper into the ground, while his boots secured the ground around it.

He also listened to his son's question, wondering what Mitch expected the answer to be.

"You gotta be a little bit more specific. There were a lot of feelings involved."

"Just... I guess, when you heard she'd be using a wheelchair for the rest of her life", Mitch slimmed it down. "How did that make you feel?"

Garrett let the post go just as Mitch began to splice sections of the wire to complete the fence again.

"That's a specific question", the older man noted.

Mitch sighed a little. "Well, you asked--"

"I know, I know", Garrett said, lifting his hand up to calm his son down. "It's okay. Was just wondering if there's a reason why you wanna know. After all this time."

"There is", Mitch added, even though he still wasn't sure how much he was actually ready to talk about yet, as everything was just all over the place, but he at least wanted to work on the thoughts and feelings he had right now so maybe they'd take a different shape.

For Mitch, his dad was probably one of the only people he knew who would understand his situation better than anyone else.

Garrett studied the younger man next to him, letting him explain.

"I've been seeing someone, and she... got into an accident recently. Right now she's in a coma, and we don't know what's going to happen, but... I've had a lot of time to think about things. There's a chance she might come out of this... disabled."

"I didn't know you've been seeing someone", Garrett said right away.

"Well, yeah, I have but it's been... complicated, so I haven't been telling people about it. So, don't take it personally."

Garrett nodded thoughtfully, trying to put these two perspectives together now that he was a little bit more informed. His eyes drifted toward the Heartland horses as he went back in time.

"I can't lie, it was a shock, of course", he began then. "So many questions that were waiting for an answer. Practical things, like, would the house be suitable for her to live in. What would happen with the ranch. How would our marriage survive it all. There was this... pressure of wanting to know all the answers right away. But you never do, not until you look back. It's only now that I can fully be in peace with it all. I'm glad to say we made it work."

Mitch held the crimp tool in his hand, but had seized his work as he listened.

"Did you ever... wonder if you were equipped for that?" Mitch asked.

Garrett hummed. "No one's ever fully equipped for anything. But you learn. And so, I did. I had never cared for anyone that intensely, not even you. Your mother did most of that while I was busy running the ranch. So when the stroke happened, it was daunting, but... I knew I had to do my best - and I think I did."

"And you two made it", Mitch pointed out, seeing they had just celebrated his parents' anniversary not too long ago.

"Yeah, we did. And I'm extremely lucky I got to keep her in my life. I was close to losing her, but I'm so thankful I didn't", Garrett said, sounding profoundly relieved.

Mitch still didn't know what was going to happen with Amy, but he was hoping they'd still get to have that similar moment too.

"Our lives have changed, and so has our love, but love never stays the same, anyway. I think the best thing to come out of this all was the way we had to learn to communicate better; I needed to learn to listen and hear what she wanted", Garrett added.

"It's just amazing what you did", Mitch wanted to say.

Garrett shrugged. "It's not heroic. It's just how marriage is; for sickness and in health. And that's what it was - what it still is. She would have done the same for me."

Mitch had to shamefully admit to himself that big part of the reason why he had only invited his dad to visit, for now, was a feeling he was trying to avoid.

"And now, well, she doesn't need me as much, but that was always the goal; that she would be able to be as independent as she wants to be", Garrett continued. "The transition was difficult at times, but now everything is just... well, normal. Even the part with her having to rely on a chair to move around; it's not really something we think about that much."

"Yeah, I guess so", Mitch nodded.

"When you're in it, like very deeply in it, you can never imagine how it could just become your new normal, but it does - and it doesn't always mean it's bad. It's just different. But there can be good in it", Garrett wanted to add. "Lots and lots of good."

Mitch couldn't help but think maybe it was a good thing his mother had had that choir performance so she didn't have to be some kind of subject for his projection.

She wasn't just her disability.

It wasn't until now, with Amy's situation, that he had began to see her through that lens as he tried to navigate this situation and make sense of it.

"Well, yeah", Mitch admitted. "I guess ever since I came back home from Afghanistan, I've just felt like... I haven't been able to do enough with anything. Like I'm not enough."

"I don't think your mom ever expected you to help with her. That's why we didn't want you to know about it when it happened. We thought we'd figure it out - and we did", the older man offered him some absolution.

Mitch nodded. "I know..."

Garrett came closer and put his hand on his son's shoulder. "Whatever happens with this girl, as long as you have open ears, you're doing the most you can do. That's enough."

[simpfordemetri]

Cutie - Garrett x Reader (Twilight)

It was time.Well actually you were late.You spent too much time getting ready as you wanted to look perfect for him.However you were already the meaning of perfection for Garrett,you could see how he looks at you,complete adoration in his eyes,totally enamored.

“Y/N ,lovely,come on!” You heard him calling you from downstairs,quickly you put on some perfume while looking at yourself in the mirror for the last time.

As you went downstairs your cheeks turned red,you could feel his intense look from his side of the room,not daring to look up yet,you finally reach his side.

That was when his finger went to your chin,making you raise your head to look directly at him,taking your hand in his,he makes you spin for him.

“Dont be shy flower,show me the whole outfit”

Once again,you feel your face burn at the comment,but you did as he told,suddenly being catch by his strong arms as he kissed the top of your head .

“You look absolutely gorgeous my dear,as always,but the way this dress fits you has me in a chokehold”

@twilightlover2007 ,this for you love💗💗

[dameronscopilot]

Mitch Keller and having you ride his face tell you squirt and then you panic cause you never did it that

Mitch Keller x f!reader

Content: NSFW 18+, oral sex, squirting, anal fingering

“You taste so fuckin’ good," Mitch drawls before lapping another broad stroke through your slick folds, running his tongue through the arousal seeping from your throbbing cunt.

His fingers dig tightly into the backs of your thighs as he teases your fluttering entrance, and you moan when he probes his way inside of your tight channel. The bed creaks as you reach out to steady yourself against the headboard, shamelessly rocking your hips down onto Mitch’s face as he fucks you with his tongue. His beard scrapes against your skin as he pauses to nip at your inner thigh, lips and chin coated in both his saliva and your juices. 

Heat spreads under your skin when he latches back onto your mound, sloppily mouthing at your folds and sucking on your clit. A whimper falls from your mouth as he adjusts his grip to drag you against his face, large hands palming the globes of your ass. 

Mitch doesn’t hold back when he eats you out; he never does. The taste of your dripping cunt on his lips—and the way you shamelessly writhe and keen under the hungry assault of his tongue—is enough to make him come untouched in his pants.

And while he often tries to stave off his release, as he’d rather fill your overstimulated hole to the brim with cum after you’ve gushed on his tongue, there’s something deliciously filthy about the way you’ll reach into his cum-soaked boxers to coax his spent cock back to life just so you can take him into your mouth until he spills himself again down the back of your throat.

He slides one hand down to your pussy, running his fingers through the soaking wet mess he’s made down there before bringing it back to cup your ass. Your breath hitches as he spreads your cheeks, muscles tightening when he rubs circles around your puckered rim with the tip of a spit-soaked digit. Taking the way you grind down hard onto his face as a sign that you want more, he slowly begins to slide a finger into your ass while his tongue massages your cunt, and you let out a choked sob of pleasure.

You know he’s going slow to allow your tight ring of muscle time to adjust to the stretch of his thick finger, but it feels so fucking good tears are pricking at the corners of your eyes, a line of drool slipping down your chin. Desperate for more stimulation, you rock back into his finger, gasping as you lodge the digit deeply into your hole up to the knuckle. Mitch groans appreciatively at how eager you are for him, how needy. How desperate. 

“You want more?”

“Please, baby,” you whine.

He doesn’t hesitate to obligate your request, working your ass open even further with a second finger as he brings his free hand forward, replacing his tongue with his fingers. He plunges them into your channel, crooking the digits and stroking your sensitive, spongy wall.

And with two of Mitch’s fingers stuffed in your ass while he strokes the inner walls of your cunt, the smoldering embers in your abdomen ignite, raging through your body in a wildfire. Your orgasm crests in a wave of pleasure, and you cry out as your body trembles while you come undone, clear fluid gushing from your entrance.

Your face burns with embarrassment—you just fucking squirted all over Mitch’s goddamn face. 

“I’ve…I’ve never…” you trail off, biting your lower lip.

Mitch swiftly slides out from under you and sits up, gaze hooded as he cups your face in both of his hands. “Sweetheart, don’t you dare try to apologize for that.”

“But—”

“That’s the sexiest goddamn thing I’ve ever seen, honey,” he clarifies, and you belatedly realize just how rough and wrecked his voice sounds. “And...fuckin’ hell, I can’t wait to make you do it again.”

--

» MITCH KELLER MASTERLIST

» GARRETT HEDLUND MASTERLIST

[marmie-noir]

Moonlight Cigarettes and Secrets

TW: Hints at childhood abuse, smoking, Garrett looking too good.

Sometimes memories have a way of sneaking up on you. It was annoying, living life, laughing, but the moment your head hits the pillow your brain won’t shut up and images from life just keep flashing through. For me it was a mix of different things. 

My fathers numerous arrests. The sting of a slap on my cheek. The bite of my mother’s nails against my scalp. The looks, the words, the burning ache in my chest. Those nights were long and hard, and while they thankfully were few and far inbetween they did happen. 

On nights like those I found myself on Mitch’s back porch, looking out at the fields of fireflies and sipping a beer I didn’t exactly enjoy, taking in the quiet of the country with Mitch’s house in Cherokee territory. A fat june bug pinged against the lit porch light, the clinking easy enough to tune out as I swayed the bottle side to side slowly, lost in my own mind. 

The slam of the screen door made me jump slightly, looking over to see Mitch standing on the porch, hands on his hips before adjusting his hat, looking out at the tall grass that made up the large area that didn’t really constitute a backyard. Paradise, more like it. 

“Sorry,” I started, setting the bottle down and going to get up. “Was the light botherin’ ya?” He gestured for me to stay put and I did, slowly sinking back onto the bench, looking up at him with a little frown. “Light was fine.” He said, voice low and with that drawl I had grown used to was a bit more pronounced. 

He didn’t explain what had caused him to join me, to wake up seeing as the moon was high in the sky. It was late, or early, depending on your definition. Instead Mitch moved to sit next to me, a little hum leaving him as he settled, hands resting on his knees before he accepted the half empty beer I offered, knowing he’d appreciate it more. I watched him tip it back, his throat moving as he swallowed, and I tore my eyes away to look up at the moon. 

The silence wasn’t oppressive or awkward, it rarely was with Mitch. He wasn’t the biggest talker after all, most of the time he chose his words carefully. I brought my legs up to my chest, wrapping my arms around them and resting my chin on my knees so I could keep looking out at the long grass under the moonlight, the sound of bugs and small animals filling the space. 

“Couldn’t sleep.” I offered, as if it wasn’t obvious. “S’nice out here. I like it.” “I like it too.” He said, swirling the last bit of beer in the dark bottle before letting his arm lay on the back of the bench, fingers brushing over carefully sanded wood. I suspected he normally didn’t sleep in as much until he had a ‘lady under his roof’ and I found it oddly charming that he had adjusted even small parts of his life for me.I turned to look at him once more, biting at my bottom lip as I took in his more relaxed attire of sweatpants and a t-shirt. It was odd to see his fingers bare from the usual rings that normally decorated them. Mitch was just like that though. Making room, not making it a big deal, letting me slot myself into his life as if it wasn’t a life changing kindness. As if I hadn’t been looking for a place to belong for a long long time. 

I hummed, not bothering to look away from him as he looked over at me, the two of us studying one another. “I grew up in the country.” I confessed. I hadn’t really told Mitch or Pops anything about myself, not really. “I missed it a lot when I had to move into towns, or had to find a place in cities. The country is just…” I searched for the word.

“Home.” He supplied in a tone full of understanding, making me smile and nod. “Yeah. Home.” I glanced back up at the moon, the silver light cool against the warm glow of the porch light, the determined june bug still plinking away at the glass cover of the bulb. 

“M’from the midwest, so Oklahoma isn’t too different. Less humid, I guess.” Mitch made a sound, settling in a bit more, placing his ankle of his left foot on his right knee. “I figured as much.” When I gave him a confused look he grinned. “You say ope, darlin’. And say such midwestern things. Let me squeeze on by ya? And you call it pop for christ’s sake.” 

I huffed, rolling my eyes at how easily he had pieced it all together. It just made him laugh quietly, the rumble of it from his chest making me smile too. He shifted, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, sparking one to life as he took a deep inhale while studying the moon. 

“Sounds like you got me all figured out, cowboy.” “Hardly, darlin’.” He murmured, smirking as he glanced at me, offering the cigarette. I accepted, pulling it to my lips and taking an inhale. The smoke filled my lungs, the buzz of nicotine not unfamiliar but not usual. “You still got a lot of secrets.” He added as he accepted the cigarette back, watching the smoke curl from my lips to get lost in the summer sky. 

I hummed, relaxing a bit more back against the bench, ignoring how his fingertips were probably brushing my hair now. If he didn’t want to move I wasn’t going to make him, the desire to be closer to Mitch something I fought daily. He was a handsome guy, someone who had his shit together, who worked hard and was good at his core. 

“Why did you let me stay?” I asked, looking over at him. Without his hat it was easier to read him. Not by much, but enough that it helped. “You just said I got all my secrets. So… why? Why let some lady you didn’t know not only work for you but live here?” I had been wondering but didn’t want to look a gift horse in the mouth. But now it just flowed from me, exhaustion and a need for a distraction making me a bit bolder. I was curious, not just about this but about all things that made Mitch Keller the man he was. 

He was quiet for awhile, smoking his cigarette and blowing smoke away from the two of us as he contemplated. After a few thick moments of silence he glanced back at me, ocean eyes meeting mine without an ounce of hesitation. It made me feel like he could see through me, see to the core of me, as if I didn’t need to say my secrets because he already knew. “Your eyes.” He admitted, giving a small shrug. I felt a tug with the movement and realized he’d curled a strand of my hair around some of his fingers. My heart kicked in my chest and I continued to look at him, wanting him to keep going. 

“You had this look. I don’t know how to explain it but you just,” He paused, lifting his hand up to rub at his jaw, careful of the lit cigarette between his middle and ring finger. “You needed somewhere. Somewhere safe. Somewhere good. And I had somewhere. Plus, forgive me, but you didn’t really inspire fear.” The last part was said with a little smirk that made me smile and roll my eyes. 

“I could have been a cold blooded killer! C’mon Mitch, what the fuck?” I asked, playfully shoving at him knowing it wasn’t moving him. I felt another tug, this time intentional, as he playfully gave my hair another little pull. It made my smile wider, my cheeks heating slightly. 

“Liked my odds.” Was all he said, flashing me a quick grin before flicking his cigarette in the small can next to the bench sat there for that purpose, releasing my hair and pushing himself up to stand. “Now c’mon, we open tomorrow and you better not be dead on your feet. I am paying you, after all.” 

Read more Sunny and Mitch here

[star--nymph]

idk if you're still taking asks from that ocs ship/relationship ask list but if you are: #8 for whatever ship you want to write about!!

Well! Why not all of em!

8. Who is the big spoon? Little spoon?

Seren/Alistair

Seren for big spoon, Alistair for little spoon. Alistair may try to be a big spoon but after he hits deep sleep, he automatically wants to be craddled in Seren's arms and he snuggles in deeper. The goober. Also it's really funny when Seren is cuddling him from the back and holds him like a back pack.

Morrigan/Seren

Morrigan for little spoon, Seren for big spoon. also plays it tough and tries to sleep away from her at first, but it really only takes a tug when she's half-asleep for her to roll over, grumble, and settle under Seren's chin. And she won't ever admit, but she leaves a drool stain on Seren's arm everytime.

Garrett/Fenris

Garrett little spoon, Fenris big spoon. First because he's a hug teddy bear who just wants to be snuggled and second because Fenris doesn't want to be held down for obvious reasons. Garrett is not going to force him into his arms if Fenris doesn't want to be, especially when he's got all those sharp corners that he can jab into Garrett's poor, soft flesh. Some times, Fenris will fall into his arms automatically and stay there the night though. Garrett doesn't dare roll over, in case he accidentally traps Fen underneath and makes him feel trapped.

Eurydice/Cullen

Would it surprise you if I said Eurydice likes to be the little spoon? Girl goes from one to ten--she either wants to be squeezes so tight her bones crack or 'don't fucking touch me I will claw my skin off if you do'. It can change from night to night. But when she does like to be touched, she likes curling up under Cullen's chin and burrowing as deep as she can get. Like a little squirrel in its huddle. Cullen runs his fingers through her and settles around her. It's probably for the best Cullen is a big spoon, given his night terrors and the possibility of him trashing in his sleep. That said, when he IS a little spoon, he'll let Eurydice wrap around him like a koala bear. Which is all nice and well and good until he wakes up tangled in her hair and see these are the moments when he's almost positive it has a life of his own.

[dailycrippledcharacters]

Garrett Miller (Extreme Ghostbusters)

[Image Description: From the official show. Garrett, a white man with a strong chin and brown hair, sits in a wheelchair. His eyes are blue and he is wearing an orange jumpsuit. There is a large, mechanical-looking backpack on his back, which is connected to a blaster that he is holding at the ready. End ID.]

Garrett is paralyzed and uses a wheelchair.

[theautisticjedi]

Mike has a nightmare about losing Abby

Wrote this in about an hour after rewatching the movie again. It's a bit short. You can also read it on ao3 if you prefer.

He knows he’s dreaming, he knows that Afton is gone, that Abby is safe. But no matter how many times he has this dream, he can’t stop it.

He sees the rabbit appear out of the hallway, he’s cackling at him, in one hand is a knife and the other is Abby. She’s screaming for help but he can’t move, his feet are glued to the floor. He can’t even call out to her, can’t move his arms. He’s stuck in place as the man who murdered his brother stabs his baby sister in the stomach and throws her across the room.

Only then is Mike allowed to move. He rushes towards her, scoping her up in his arms while the yellow rabbit laughs in the background.

Abby is unmoving in his arms as he holds her close, burying his face in her hair, his body racked with sobs.

“You couldn’t save your brother and now you can’t save your sister, you’re a failure, Michael.” He laughs before vanishing.

“Why Mike…” Abby speaks, her voice shaky, “Why did you let him kill me?”

He wakes up to a dark room, his face wet with tears. He lets them fall, trying to control his breathing like Vanessa showed him. He can make out the sound of rain falling on the roof and a rumble of thunder.

Mike sobs, holding her closer to his chest, “Take me instead!” He screams, the pizzeria shifting into a dark void, Abby fading away in his arms. He’s alone, complete and utterly alone.

“Mike?” He turns his head toward the voice, making out Abby’s silhouette in the darkness. He worries that this is part of the dream for a second until she speaks again. “Are you okay?”

He nods and sits up, “Yeah, I’-I’m okay Abs. What woke you up?” He rubs his eyes, trying to remove the tears.

“The thunder, and then I came in here and heard you crying.” She gets closer to the bed. “Did you have a bad dream?” He nodded, Abby pulling herself into bed, “Was it about Garrett?”

“It was, um, about the pizzeria. But I’m okay, don’t worry, let’s get you back to bed.” He throws his comforter back and begins to climb out of bed, but she grabs his arm. “Abs?” She buries her face into his chest and throws her arms around him.

“My friends say it’s okay to cry sometimes,” She whispers.

Mike wraps his arms around her and buries his face in her hair, the tears starting up again, “You got some smart friends,” He replies, gently rocking her. Her breathing grounds him, she’s not dead in the pizzeria, she’s alive in his arms. Tomorrow he’ll make her pancakes and drop her off at school, then he’ll pick her up and they’ll go get ice cream.

He tries to stand up while holding her to take her back to bed, but she whines, “Let me sleep here tonight, your bed is better.”

He chuckles, “Why is mine better?"

“Because you’re in it.” She says as if the answer was obvious.

The bad man is gone, and she is happy and safe in his arms.

“Alright, you can sleep here tonight,” He removes an arm from her to pull the comforter over them, Abby snuggling into his chest. He rests his chin on the top of her head, the rain and her breathing lulling him back to sleep.

The Schmidt's mean the world to me. Thank you for reading. <3