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imagines4thefandoms · 1 month

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Bad dreams (Isaac Lahey x reader

been on a Teen Wolf binge and this is what comes from watch only Teen Wolf for the past 72 hours.

It’s been a couple days since you’ve had a decent night of sleep. If it wasn’t the worry of school keeping you up it's the fact that people are being ritualistically sacrificed, or the alpha pack, or a hunter coming into town and killing your friends. So normal teenage worries. It’s hard to actually sleep when you're terrified that someone is going to die.

“(Y/n), does my teaching bore you,” Coach asked slamming a book on your desk.

“I'm awake,” you shout sitting up at your desk.

The class erupted in laughter and coach just shook his head. You rubbed your hands over your face as you looked around. It took you a few minutes to realize you were at school.

“Sorry coach,” you groaned sitting up and opening your notebook.

“Are you going to stay awake or do you want me to get you a blanket and turn the lights out. Put your hand down Greenberg,” Coach said walking back to his desk.

You shook your head as you yawn causing Coach to groan. The bell rang and Coach told everyone to get out. He said ‘You all annoy me. Especially you Greenberg. Get out of my face,' then left the room.

“You okay,” Isaac asked walking over to your desk.

“Yeah just fight get any sleep last night,” you said getting up and heading to the door.

“Baby,” Isaac called causing you to turn towards him. He was holding up your backpack.

You groan and he let out a laugh walking over to you and walking you to the parking lot. You tried to complain that you had class but Issac ignored you and brought you to your car.

“When’s the last time you really slept,” Isaac asked opening your passenger-side door.

“When did we stop Alison’s grandpa,” you asked wincing knowing he wasn’t going to like that answer.

“Sweetheart really,” he scorned as he buckled you in. “We are going to your place and you are going to sleep.”

After closing the door, he went to get behind the wheel and held his hands out waiting for you to give him your car keys. Once you reluctantly gave them to him, he started the drive to your house.

“You need to sleep. It’s not healthy to always stay up,” Isaac said worryingly as he placed his hand on your thigh.

Isaac looked your way when you didn’t respond. You were passed out curling up in your seat. A smile crossed his face when he heard you mumble his name. He was starting to get worried when he noticed your heart rate increase and you began to shout for Isaac.

“(Y/n) wake up,” he said shaking your thigh.

“No please, Isaac,” you shouted in your sleep.

Isaac sped up and got to your house in a very illegal amount of time. As soon as he put the car in park and got out and ran to your side.

“Baby, it’s just a nightmare,” he said carrying you out of the car.

You woke up just as he was carrying you into your house. “What’s going on,” you asked tapping his shoulder to put you down.

“You were having a nightmare,” he said wrapping you in his arms. “Have you been having nightmares?”

“Only when I sleep,” you replied sheepishly.

“You should have told me. I would have come to help you sleep.”

Before you could respond, he dragged you upstairs to your bedroom. Isaac dropped both backpacks by your desk and grabbed you a pair of fluffy socks.

“Come on let's go to bed,” he said pushing you to sit on the bed.

Isaac took off your jacket, and shoes and changed your socks. He also took off his shirt and handed it to you. You were too tired to go change in your bathroom so you stood in front of your boyfriend and changed into his shirt.

Isaac climbed into your bed and waited til he was comfortable then he patted the bed for you to join him. You climbed in and rested your head on his bare chest and threw your arm and leg over his body.

The warmth of his body and the sound of his heartbeat was so relaxing that it only took you one minute to fall asleep. You fell into a deep sleep and when you woke up you felt a million times better. Isaac was still asleep but instead of you covering him, he was covering you. You just lay there stroking his hair, listening to his breaths. Maybe it was his body weight, his heat, and the soothing sounds he was making or it was the fact that you knew he was safe in your arms but you were starting to get tired.

You were about to fall back asleep but, were startled awake by Isaac’s screaming. He sitting up in the bed and covered in sweat. His claws were out and ripped your sheets in his panic.

“Isaac,” you called to him sitting up.

He was trapped in his nightmare. No matter how often or loud you called his name you couldn’t reach him. You were hesitant to get closer to him cause of his claws but then you heard what he was yelling.

“What do you want. I’ve done what you asked Dad,” he cried slicing more of your sheets.

You knew what his nightmares were. In his mind, he was back with his father. You took a deep breath and wrapped your arms around him from behind and just whispered his name in his ear.

“Isaac you are ok,” you whispered peppering his neck with kisses. “You’re safe with me.”

Isaac was slowly waking up but he was still fighting. His claws cut your upper arm and you let out a scream. Even thou you were in a lot go pain you didn’t let go.

“Isaac, please,” you pleaded through the pain. “I need you to wake up.”

The blood started running down your arm and all over his chest. Isaac’s face changed and you noticed his nose scrunch up. His breathing started slowing down and his claws retracted.

“(Y/n),” he asked looking down at your blood on him.

“You’re ok,” you whispered hugging him tighter.

“Fuck, I'm so sorry,” he said turning to you and looking at the cut on your arm.

You tried to assure him you were fine but he was not having it. He threw on his jacket and carried you back to the car and brought you to the hospital. Even though you could walk, Isaac only put you down on a gurney when Melissa brought it.

“I’m fine,” you said when Melissa asked what happened.

“I attacked her,” Isaac cried as Melissa was cleaning your arm.

Isaac didn’t leave the room you were in but he also didn’t want to get any closer to you. Mrs. McCall was finished cleaning your cut when she told Isaac to stop pacing and sit down.

“She’s going to be fine. But she will need stitches. Im going to grab a doctor now,” She said patting Isaac’s shoulder before leaving.

You let out a strained cry causing Isaac to run to your side. He was about to grab your hand but was hesitant to touch you again.

“Isaac please, I know you didn’t mean to,” you said reaching out for his hand.

“I can’t hurt you again,” he cried letting his finger brush against yours.

“I need you.”

He watched your face scrunch in pain and his hand flew to yours to take your pain away. With your pain going away it was getting a lot easier to breathe. “It was a nightmare, Isaac. I know it won’t happen again.”

Isaac was about to say something then the doctor walked in with a bunch of medical instruments. He placed them on the table and went over to your injured arm. The doctor gave it a quick look and put on a pair of gloves.

“It doesn’t look too deep but I need you to sit still. I'm going to try my best to make sure it won’t scar but I can’t make any promises,” he said grabbing a clear liquid and a syringe.

Isaac shot up to stop the doctor but calmed down when he was too it was just morphine. He sat back down and held your hand as your arm was getting stitched up. Once the doctor was done he wrapped your arm in gauze and gave you instructions on how to clean the area.

“If you way sorry one more time I’m going to shove wolfsbane down your throat,” you threatened him when you noticed him open his mouth.

You tried to sit up but couldn’t put any weight on your arm. Isaac helped you out of the bed and held you as you leaned against him.

“I know why I had a nightmare but what was yours about,” he asked helping you walk to the door.

“Losing you. I’m always worried that the next body I’m going to see is Stiles, or Lydia, or…yours,” you told him.

“I promise that’s not going to happen. Now let's get you back to bed and ice cream. Doctors orders,” Issac joked.

“Baby, you are many things but a doctor isn’t one.”

“I don’t know. You made me watch every episode of Grey’s Anatomy so I think I do,” he joked again as you exited the hospital.

The rest of the day you and Isaac laid in your bed watching movie after movie and stuffing your face with junk food. It took a lot of convincing to get Isaac to go to sleep but eventually, he relented when you gave him puppy dog eyes.

“You know I love you right,” he said refusing to take his eyes off your arm.

“I do, I also know you never intend to hurt anyone not stop being stupid and hold me,” you said rolling on your side facing away from him.

“Yes ma’am,” he said before pulling you to his chest and holding you through the night.

#isaac lahey #isaac lahey x reader #isaac lahey imagine

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lam-ila · 2 months

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Baseball and Love || Dawson Mercer

Summary: Four times you watched baseball at home and one time you watched in person.

Word Count: 1,905

Warnings: one scene occurring during quarantine (please let me know if you find any more that i should add)

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a/n: here’s my 2024 summer fic exchange for @hischier-papaya! i hope you like it! as always, huge thank you and shout out to @wyattjohnston for hosting the fic exchange! you’re amazing!!

this is gender neutral. hope you enjoy this! feedback is appreciated

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1. The First Time

Every summer, since before you were born, your parents hosted a summer barbecue at your house. Eight year old you was running around with other kids your age, screaming with joy as you played tag. Early on into your second round of tag, you were plucked out of the game by your parents to meet a new friend.

“Sweetheart, this is Dawson.” One of your parents explained to you. Your eyes were wide with intrigue as your mouth twitched into a small smile at the sight of a new friend, so weren’t sure which one of your parents was talking to you.

“Hi.” You said to him. You looked over your shoulder to the game of tag still going on behind you. Looking back at Dawson, you continued “Do you wanna join our game?”

“Yeah!” Dawson exclaimed, looking up at his parents for a nod of approval before running off after you.

After many rounds of tag and a few other games, you and your new friend were completely tired out. Luckily for you, it was perfect timing as the Reds game was just staring to begin. You plopped yourself down on the floor in front of the tv where the game was playing. Since Dawson wasn’t introduced to anyone besides you, he followed you to the tv and sat down right next to you.

“Who are you rooting for?” Dawson asked, looking at you looking at the tv.

“The Reds.” You answered, still looking at the tv. “My dad and grandpa like them, so I do too.”

“Cool.” Dawson followed your eyes back to the tv, staying silent for a bit before asking “Do you want some lemonade? I’m gonna get some for myself.”

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2. The Time at a Sleepover

Sleepovers with Dawson were a common occurrence and at these sleepovers, baseball was watched whenever the Reds were playing. After dinner, you and Dawson spent the hour before the game begun reassembling the tv room and turning it into a fort. Blankets were laid across and above chairs borrowed from the dining room and pillows were placed on the carpet beneath the temporary shelter.

“I heard there’s a rumour going around that we’re dating.” Dawson casually mentioned while snacking on the bowl of popcorn resting in between you two.

“Ew that’s gross, Daws.” You exclaimed, scrunching your face in disgust. “We’ve known each other since we were eight. That’s like, five years.”

“Yeah…” Dawson trailed off, looking at you while your eyes were glued to the game. “That’s gross.” He slightly shook his head, mentally shoving his ever growing crush on you deeper in his mind.

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3. The Time Before He Got Drafted

Quarantine sucked. Everyone knew that. Your last year of high school was cut short, the NHL season was paused until further notice, and worst of all, you couldn’t see Dawson. However, despite not being able to see each other in person, you and Dawson were constantly on the on a call together. One night, a little over a week away from the 2020 NHL draft, you and Dawson were on a call together, as per usual, and both watching the Reds game on either side of the call.

Your conversation consisted mostly of comments about the game, until Dawson spoke up.

“The NHL draft is coming up. Would you wanna join my family’s bubble to be at my place with me during it?” Dawson wondered.

“Of course, I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

“I am a little nervous though. What if I don’t get drafted?” You immediately answered without question.

“Dawson Mercer,” you started, lowering the volume of your tv so there wasn’t much background noise. “Listen to me when I say this: you are going to get drafted. You’re such a crazy talented player that it’s impossible for you to go undrafted. Any team who doesn't see that is simply stupid.”

“Thanks, it really means a lot.” He breathed as he felt a rush of warmth flush to his cheeks. He giddily smiled as he thought about how sweet your affirmation was.

“Also, I’m totally buying all of the merch of whatever team you’re getting drafted to.” Your statement broke Dawson’s train of thought as he laughed. “I’m gonna be so broke, but I’ll take being broke if it means supporting you.”

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4. The Time You Surprised Him

About half of Dawson’s third NHL season passed by without you being able to go to one of his games due to your schedule. You felt awful for it, but Dawson reassured you over and over again that it was okay, but you could tell he was still a little upset that you had yet to make it. Unbeknownst to him, you were flying over to New Jersey to watch him play and to spend a few days with him.

You planned everything with Jesper and Nicole, having them pick you up from the airport and driving you over to the game, keeping your bag in their car, so Dawson wouldn’t suspect a thing.

You went over to the Prudential Center and waited with Nicole and the other WAGS for the team to see everyone before the game started. It felt weird, but yet nice, for you to be waiting with the WAGS since you and Dawson weren’t together, but you pushed that aside, anticipating for Dawson’s excitement over seeing you for the first time in a while.

You straightened as the team began to come out, eyes widening as you spotted Dawson talking to Jesper. You began to smile as you watched the two of them walk towards you and Nicole.

“Hey Nicole, how are you do-” Dawson began before his jaw dropped at the sight of you standing next to Nicole. “What are you- how are you- hi.” He engulfed you in a breathtakingly tight hug.

“Hi Daws.” You greeted him back, still holding each other.

“I didn’t know you were coming.” He stated after pulling away.

“That’s because we planned to surprise you.” You briefly motioned over to Jesper and Nicole. “So, uh, surprise?”

Dawson turned over to face his teammate saying “You were in on this?” before bringing him into a bro-hug. “Thank you for bringing my best friend here.”

“Of course man.” Jesper smiled at the sight of Dawson being over the moon excited that you were standing in front of him.

The game ended with the Devils winning and Dawson scoring one of the goals, pointing up to were you were sitting with the WAGS as his celly, showing you that he dedicated his goal to you.

Once you saw Dawson after the game, you grabbed him into another hug whispering “I’m so so proud of you” into his hair.

You walked over to Jesper and Nicole’s car, grabbing your bag out of the trunk and placing it into Dawson’s trunk before following him into his car and making your way to his apartment.

After settling into his apartment, you watched as Dawson crashed onto his bed, turning on the tv in the process to the Reds game still going on. They were in Los Angeles to play the Dodgers meaning about half of the game was still left to play. You turned your head to the tv, smiling at his urgency to put on your favourite baseball team’s game. Looking back at Dawson, you saw him meet your eyes and extend his arms towards you while doing grabby hands, making you laugh.

“You know, you really do act like a child sometimes.” You teased.

“Oh, just get in my arms. I want cuddles.” He demanded, making you laugh.

You laid in his arms while watching the game for about an inning and a half before you start to feel the effects of travelling, going to Dawson's hockey game, and staying up late to watch a baseball game all in one day. You’re fighting the heaviness of your eyelids as your head lulled to the side, making you look away from the game on the tv.

Dawson lowered the volume and pressed a tentative kiss to your forehead, lingering there for a moment as he whispered “Goodnight”.

You nuzzled your face further into his body, finding yourself placing a kiss to the bottom of his neck, close to his collarbone.

“Night Daws.” You mumble before accepting the sleep your body so desperately needs.

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+1. The Time He Surprised You

Despite being a big Reds fan, you had never been to a Reds game. That was something Dawson planned to change as he bought two tickets to a game for you two to go to during his offseason.

“Dawson, can you please tell me where you’re going?” You pestered in the passenger seat of Dawson’s car as he drove you to an unknown location.

“Nope.” Dawson smirked while responding. “You’ll see when we get there.”

“Ugh, fine.” You rolled your head back against your seat’s head rest. “Wait, is that the Reds’ stadium?” You perked up, your face pressed up to the window.

“Mhm.” Dawson confirmed. “And we have two tickets to their game today.”

“Really?” You exclaimed. “Oh my gosh, thank you Dawson! I am so going to hug you when we get there.”

And you kept your promise, quickly unbuckling your seatbelt when the car was parked and rushing to the driver’s side of the car to give him the biggest and tightest hug you’ve ever given him.

Once inside the stadium, you found your seats and admired the very close up view, taking some pictures to send to your parents. You and Dawson then decided to get food before the game started, so you made your way to one of the food stands, hand in hand to avoid getting separated.

"Hey Daws?” You asked once standing in line, still hand in hand with him. “How much were the tickets?"

"That’s nothing of your concern." He asserted.

"But I want to pay you back."

"Not gonna happen."

"Okay, well I'll pay for food."

"You could pay me back by being my partner." Dawson started the sentence confidently and very quietly mumbled the last three words.

“Hm?” You hummed, hinting at him to repeat what he said.

“Oh, uh…” He let go of your hand, using his now empty hand to awkwardly scratch at his head. “Sure, you can pay for food.”

After eating, you two sat at your seats, waiting for the game to start.

“Thanks for bringing me here.” You said, your body twisted so that you were facing Dawson.

“Ah, no need to thank me.” Dawson waved your appreciation off. “It was about time I brought you to a Reds game.”

“But why’d you do it?” You asked, intrigued by what his answer would be.

“ ‘Cause you’re my best friend.”

“Yeah sure, everyone gets their best friend front row seats to their favourite baseball team.” You sarcastically remarked.

“Okay, you want the full answer?” You nodded in response, all your attention focused on him. “I like you, as in, romantically. I have since we were twelve.” Dawson stated in a matter of fact tone.

“You do?”

“Yeah, and it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way. Nothing has to change.”

“Nah, I’d like for things to change because I like you too.” You laughed slightly as his reaction to you saying that, his face visibly brightening with excitement.

“Good because I’m going to kiss you now.”

You and Dawson leaned into each other, meeting in the middle and pressing a kiss to each other’s lips that expressed everything that’s been unsaid since you first met.

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stevie-petey · 5 months

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ive been feeling a little stug deprived but i cannot for the life of me think of a blurb idea so,, hit me with a blurb you've been wishing to write about stug :3

anon u also stumped me like i KNOW i have blurbs ive been dying to be asked about but suddenly my mind is blank ,,,, pls take this silly thing my brain managed to concoct

enjoy !

"one more loop around the block before i take you home?" steves voice rasps out, husky from lack of use. neither of you have spoke much as he drives the two of you around hawkins. its been at least an hour now; music plays softly throughout the car and the windows are rolled down to let in the early june nights cool breeze.

you lean your head against the passenger seat and listen to freddie mercurys smooth voice as he plays over the speakers. hes become one of your favorite artists thanks to steve. "i dont want to go home just yet."

steve grins, he knew youd say this, and you smile at the knowledge that he knows you so well.

his fingers are wrapped lazily around the steering wheel as he takes a slow turn back towards downtown hawkins. you watch his movements, illuminated by the lamp posts that spill light onto the otherwise dark wooded street. its late, the first monday of june and the last day of your junior year.

it had been steves last day of high school, and all he had wanted to do was spend it with you in his car, driving in circles around your small town.

you close your eyes and allow the moment to seep into your bones. youre in steve harringtons car, there are crickets outside as he drives you around the town the two of you met and grew up in, and youre in the car with the boy that you love and you know that he loves you, too.

"you still with me, angel?"

you hum. "im still here, honey."

"your eyes are closed."

"im enjoying the moment," your eyes remain closed and yet you can feel the smile that steve flashes your way. you can hear it in his voice, you can feel the shift in the air.

the car slows down at one of hawkins only stop lights. steve looks over at you and feels a heavy wave of affection roll over him. youre curled into yourself in the passenger seat, your hair spills over the headrest as you close your eyes, and its rare that he gets to see you so relaxed. "i can take you home if youre tired."

"but i love driving around with you," you mumble, feeling sleep beginning to crawl over you. but steves car is warm and smells like home. "one more loop, please?"

again steve feels affection caress his face when he hears your words. youve only curled further into yourself and your eyes are still closed; steve knows you really are struggling to stay away now. its late, he knows he should get you home soon so you can sleep, yet steve cant bring himself to deny your request.

"one more loop, but then im taking you to bed."

you giggle, happy youve won, but you try to argue some more anyways. no one else has ever been able to match your wit, so you revel in the quips you share with steve. "fine, its the first day of summer. dont be such a grandpa."

steve laughs, his voice is still husky and you can feel it drape over your tired body. "angel, weve got all summer to drive around this stupid town."

weve got all summer.

"promise?"

more crickets chirp and the car begins to drive once more, the stoplight now green. freddie mercury sings about the love of his life and how he doesnt want her to hurt him. your question of a promise joins alongside his pleads, and steve understands.

"i promise." he reaches for your hand and you feel his soft lips press against your palm. hes slow with the kiss, as if hes sealing his promise with it, and your body fizzes at the touch. "now lets get you home."

you bring the hand that hes holding to your face and nuzzle against it, too tired to respond with words. you simply nod your head and keep his hand there as a content sigh escapes you. steve has to bite his lip, scared he'll say the three words that terrify him.

youre everything.

youre his everything.

but steve has all summer to tell you this.

so instead he drives you home, taking the long way just so his hand can rest against the dip of your cheek for an extra few minutes.

#ask #anon #m speaks #m's writing #come home blurb #set in between seasons 2 and 3 !#steve is so so so in love #and theres something so intimate about driving around in someones car late at night without saying anything

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annisassintchaska · 1 year

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Daddy's Always Here: Lewis Hamilton X Black!Reader

NOTE: Lele is pronounced Lee-lee

The night is very cold as the time was approaching Christmas, so everyone had to be covered up to keep warm. Lewis was able to be at home during the week to spend some time with Y/n and his daughter, Leah Hamilton; however he had to leave for the last few races of the season. The little Hamilton was very sad that her daddy was leaving again, but promised to still cheer for him while he was on the track.

It was a couple of minutes after 8pm when Lewis returned back to the apartment that was given to him for his stay while in Barcelona as he had some extra things to go over. He decided that since he was lonely from leaving Roscoe at home, he would call to speak with his family. Lewis retrieved the telephone from his pocket and clicked on his Y/n's number to start the facetime; however after a the call was answered he was surprised to see his daughter instead of his wife. "Hi daddy, how are you?!" Asked the fully-energized toddler. "Hi baby, daddy's doing great. How are you and where is mommy?" Lewis asked confused to why his wife was nowhere in sight. "Mommy went to the kitchen to clean up the dishes. Should I give her the phone?" The smart baby asked as her father nodded his head yes.

Little footsteps could be heard until a voice broke out "Leah, you can't be running on the tiles with socks. You'll fall and hurt yourself" Y/n softly spoke to her daughter as she lifts her onto the counter. "Sorry mommy, daddy is on the phone and he wanted to see you" the toddler explains as she showed her mommy the phone. "Hi babe, you look tired. Why are you out in the cold?" Y/n questioned her husband. "Yeah, I'm a bit tired. Just got back from the track and thought I'd check in to see how my beautiful family is doing" Lewis answered causing Y/n to blush. "Well Sir Lewis, if I must have you know, your family is doing quite fine just sad because we miss you being here with us" She replied making a smile appear on his face.

"Daddy, when are you coming home?" Leah asked sadly as she took the phone from her mother's hand. "Why are you asking pumpkin?" Lewis asked suspiciously as she had never asked that particular question before. "I just wanna see you. You go away very quickly after coming home and we don't have enough time for bedtime stories or cuddles anymore cause you are never at home. Daddy, do you love me?" The toddler asked on the verge of tears, shocking both parents as the baby had never mentioned feeling this way before. "Of course I love you Lele, you're my daughter. As you know I have to work to be able to take care you and mommy so I'm away a lot which is why when I'm at home, I try to spend as much time with you as possible. Please don't doubt my love for you my baby. I love you with all my life" Lewis explained as his heart was breaking at the words he heard.

"Tell you what, daddy doesn't have work tomorrow so how about you both stay on the phone until you fall asleep. He can read you a bedtime story and you both can talk about your day at school and your drawings yeah?" Y/n suggested making the toddler become excited. Throughout the time, Leah showed her daddy some pictures she drew and painted in class as they spoke about the meanings behind them, then they talked about her new teddy that grandpa Anthony gave her and what she named it. Eventually things winded down as Leah was put into her crib with the phone because Lewis wanted to speak with his baby before she fell asleep. "Leah, I want to let you know that I love you very much and I know it's hard for you to understand now that I'm away most of the time but I promise you that you and your mommy are always on my mind. I wish I could take you with me everywhere I go but that is impossible due to you having school. I want you to know that no matter where in the world I am from home, my heart is always with you. Daddy will always be here ok?" He asked as he daughter nodded her head in response. They moved onto the bedtime story where Lewis read until Leah fell asleep when Y/n came to get the phone.

"She really needed that talk." Y/n said as she walked towards her bedroom. "Yeah I know. I'll be coming home on a three hours flight tomorrow for the Christmas break. So we'll be spending a lot of ime together with her alright?" Lewis responded as Y/n became excited to have her husband back home. "Yeah, I'll make sure to keep the secret. I love you Lew" Y/n said as Lewis replied "I love you too Y/n/n" before the call ended. This specific night, Lewis went to sleep feeling jittery at the mere thought of reuniting with his family.

#lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton imagine #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton x you #lewis hamilton fanfic #lewis hamilton fluff #lewis hamilton x oc

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fandomwe1rd0 · 5 months

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Wrote a fanfic based off of a headcanon I have that Rick can't say no to Morty when Morty calls him "Grandpa"

Rick was taking Morty to an alien grocery store, not sure why he needed to drag Morty out of school for something so small, but Morty basically gave up on trying to understand Rick, he probably just needed his human camouflage, someone, to do the shit Rick didn't want to do. Morty scoffed and rolled his eyes. Of course, that's all he was to Rick. Just someone to be his butler, his slave, his human shield, his human cloaking device. How could he forget? Rick was such an amazing grandpa. Morty thought sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

Then he caught sight of something, and he ran towards it, awkwardly squeezing past slimy aliens while saying "Excuse me!" He heard Rick saying "Morty! Stay cl-*burp*-ose by me, you little shit!" Morty ignored Rick and kept running when he finally got to see it clearly then he gasped "Holy crap! A new space hyper-realistic gaming console!" Rick went over to Morty and rolled his eyes "We're in space, you can just say gaming console." Morty ran up to it eagerly checking the pricetag, fuck yes! It was the newest version! Morty was wondering when this would come out! He's been waiting so long! But it was really expensive...

Morty bit his lip then quickly glanced over to Rick and put on his best, most innocent-sounding voice "Rickkk uhm..." He fidgeted and gulped, rubbing the back of his neck "Say you wouldn't mind...buying that for me, would you?" Morty asked, pointing over to the gaming console." Rick let out a sigh "How mu-*burp*-ch is it?" Morty mumbled the price "3....ahem...3000 glorpglams..." Rick said "What? Spit it o-*burp*-ut kid, Rick got your tongue?" Morty said it a litte louder now "3000 glorpglams..." Rick blinked "Seriousl-*burp*-y Morty? That's stupi-*burp*-dly expensive. Do you think Grandpa is made of money? You already have o-*burp*-ne of these." Morty whined "B-b-but this is the newest version! It comes with all kinds of new games! A-and they added better graphics, smoother gameplay, and everything! C'mon Rick please?" Rick shook his head "Nope. Morty if I b-*burp*-uy that for your dumb little ass, I'll have to remove some thi-*burp*-ngs from my shopping list. Do you know how much that's going to impede my work?" Morty kept whining "Pleaseeee?" Rick sighed "Morty. I said n-*burp*-o. End of discussion."

Morty sighed, he was thinking for a minute, then had a quick smirk as he got an idea. He lightly tugged on Rick's labcoat, looked up at him with the biggest puppy eyes he could muster and put on his cutest voice, put on his best pout then begged "Please, Grandpa?" He saw Rick visibly twitch at the familial term, his posture suddenly straightening, his eyes widen and his grip on the cart tightening. Rick quickly took a glance at Morty, big mistake, he saw Morty's pout and puppy eyes. Morty then clasped his hands together in a classic begging gesture. Rick let out a long sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. Mumbling something insulting himself for being weak and calling Morty something along the lines of "Manipulative little shit." then he gestured over, and Morty blinked "Wh-" Then Rick interrupted "Just put it in the c-*burp*-art. Hurry up before I change my mind." Morty held back a smirk, got him! He let out a small "Yes!" and then ran over to the gaming console and put it in the cart. "Thanks, Rick!" Rick rolled his eyes "Yeah, what-*burp*-ever."

#Wrote too much angst #Had to write some wholesomeness for my soul #rick and morty #morty smith #rick sanchez #rick c137 #rick #and #morty

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kurov1864 · 3 months

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Alice courting/dating hcs!!

- I'm going to be honest here, Asmodeus would never fully devote his soul to you. You're going to have to share it with your brother, Iruma. That's just something you're going to have to accept, no matter how much you want him to love you with his whole being. Speaking from a story standpoint, Iruma has pushed him so much, it wouldn't be fair to just erase Iruma from his heart just for love.

- Whew, now that the hard part's out of the way.

- He honestly seems like a very attentive and devoted type of lover. He would want to please you to the best of his abilities, and with his mother being the head of lust you better bet your ass that he can fulfil any material need you require. (Not that you would have any - your grandpa and Opera would take care of it before Alice can even offer)

- He's also traditional, so while he's a bit hesitant to do things more casually, that's just because he isn't used to it. He's been raised in a noble household after all, with strict manners and social protocols and whatnot.

- But let's talk about the past first. And by that I mean when he didn't know he had developed feelings for you.

- When he got close to you, his heart pounds. Blood rushes through his ears and he can physically feel his face heating up. His conclusion? He subconsciously hates you.

- Like, you might yell at me for this, saying "omg Alice is intelligent! He's not that oblivious!" and yeah well true, it's been shown and proven multiple times that he's smart asf, I do feel like he has his brain dead moments, especially when it comes to things like girls and feelings in general.

- So of course, he feels immense guilt. You guys have gone through so much as classmates and friends, and yet his body and mind chose to betray him like this. Conflicted, he'll probably confess to Iruma first, apologising on his hands and knees. Iruma, being a good friend and even better brother, would most definitely try his best to guide him through his emotions, trying to make sense of them with him. Pretty sure once he hears the symptoms, he would recognize it as love because of the time he spent working on that manga.

- Once Alice realizes his feelings, he'll stay on the fence for a bit longer, wondering if it was really okay to like you like this, or if you even wanted a relationship. You wouldn't need to wait for a very long time though, he's quite a decisive person.

- By the way, in case you didn't know, I am in fact, not royalty, nor am I from a noble family. Because of this, I have no clue what courting actually entails and it's 1:34 in the morning and I am way too tired to do actual research. Thus, I'll just be making shit up as I go.

- First step to courting: asking for your family's permission. It's very important that he receives approval BEFORE asking you, just to avoid any political messes that could happen in the future. Sitting at the dining table with Suvillian and Opera continuously grilling him for details and reassurance that he would treat you right was quite stressful, to say the least. (Opera wanted to reject since he was still young and inexperienced, but Suvillian said that was the charm of young love)

- Second step to courting: asking for YOUR permission. Alice would most definitely try to go all out on this one, while still keeping your boundaries in mind. Probably somewhere on school grounds, away the prying eyes of the general school population and your classmates. A garden perhaps? He may ask a few teachers for help, and would even suck up his pride/fear of his mom to ask for advice.

- Once preparations are completed, he would personally escort you there, saying that he needed to talk. Then, he would get down on one knee, and pour out his entire heart to you. (From the way he was speaking you would've thought he was proposing a marriage, but no. This is just the first stage of asking permission to court. Makes you wonder how much effort he would put in when celebrating stuff like your birthday or actually asking for your hand in marriage)

- You accept? Perfect! Next comes gifts. It'll start off simple first. Small things like pens when you need them, a hairclip, notes from a class you slept through, very minuscule but thoughtful gifts, just to see how comfortable you are with receiving it.

- When you get used to those? Oh boy. Then the gifts would *really* start to rain. Earrings, necklaces, brooches, sometimes even whole outfits for your dates (I am very convinced that Alice is the type that would want to take care of everything if you allow him to, and that he's also very fixated on the type of clothes you wear). But also more sweet things, like bouquets, handwritten love letters, homemade sweet treats, those sorts of things.

- In fact, sometimes it gets so bad that Opera has to scold Alice to slow down, at this rate the entire mansion is going to run out of storage space for all the stuff you keep buying her (That isn't true, but it is annoying to have to keep reorganizing a new pile of gifts that's the size of a mountain every morning. If he keeps buying so much stuff, he'll just end up creating more waste because you couldn't possibly need to replace your entire closet every damn day)

- I like to think that his love language is acts of service and physical touch though. Stuff like helping you with subjects, planning thoughtful surprises, those kinds of things.

- Hand kisses!! Did I mention hand kisses? It's a great way of expressing his affection in a way that's totally within his comfort zone, plus it's not too flashy or over the top, which means that you two can't get scolded by Kalego!! (Huzzah) He'll probably be more touchy in private though, especially because of his bloodline.

- How comfortable he is asking for your touch is entirely dependent on how long this relationship has been going on for and how well you two know each other. I honestly can't see Alice trying to initiate contact with you before asking for your consent like 10 times if you two are fresh into the relationship, but once he gets to know you and your signs better, he'll become more confident just touching you whenever he likes.

- After a long tiring day, would plop his head onto your lap and just stay there. He needs time to recharge, after all, being a perfect student takes its toll. When this happens, make sure to be ready with his favourite tea and probably a book or two, since he's gonna be there for a while. Alice would love it even more if you run your fingers through his hair, messaging his scalp to prevent an oncoming headache. Honestly, your techniques should be illegal with how much it makes him melt.

- If he doesn't have enough time to enjoy that, he'll settle for a quick backhug, burying his nose into the crook of your neck and just enjoying your natural scent, before reluctantly pulling away to go do whatever he has to do.

- When he gets jealous, it'll depend on how far into the relationship you guys are. If you're both fresh, he'll be totally possessive and all up into that demon's face, before doing a 180 and apologizing to you for interrupting your conversation and not being able to control his emotions. But, if you both have been together for a while, he would definitely trust you more and have a better reign on his feelings, so while he may still get jealous, he'll show it in a more elegant manner, like casually sliding his arm around your waist, or kissing your lips when greeting you. If the demon still tries to strike conversation the next day, well, you might wanna stock up on some bandages for your neck.

#kurovwrites #headcanons #dating headcanons #welcome to demon school iruma kun #wtdsik #wtdsik x reader #asmodeus alice #asmodeus alice x reader

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duusheen · 5 months

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oc deep dive with hope pollock! 😤 thank you for the tag @theosconfessions and @bloomingkyras <3

What uncommon/common fear do they have? Being alone, I guess. Hope has this romantic and idealized view of love because her parents have been together for so long that she grew up with it and she's like "wow, I want that too", so that's why she stayed with Danny all this time (because let's face it, everyone could see it except her)

Do they have any pet peeves? The lack of commitment. She simply detests people who are not capable of committing to their loved ones. In part, I guess it's because she is too compliant. She gives her all without expecting anything in return and sometimes people take advantage of her

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom? Lots and lots of cat toys, her clothes on the floor and chairs (that's my messy girl) and probably a cat sleeping on top of the clothes.

What do they notice first in a person? She usually judges people by the way they treat others, especially girls 👀

On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance? Meh, 4. She is the first daughter of a teen couple and the ultimate daddy's girl. Jay and Miracle practically wrapped her in bubble wrap for her entire life. Hope was protected by her parents much more than her sisters, and her tolerance for anything that hurts her is really low

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure? I'd say she would fight? but seeing that she found Danny with his lover and ran straight to her parents' house… lol. She's definitely the kind of girl who would disappear without even leaving a note. "I don't like this bye" kinda girl.

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person? It depends on what is considered a "big family". She has three sisters, but her grandpa had 6 children, so you could say almost lol. That said, she is a family girl. If it were up to her, she would build a house on her parents' ranch and live there until she's old and gray.

What animal represents them best? A penguin? 😂🐧

What is a smell that they dislike? The smell of the disinfectant they use at the vet to clean the floors 🤢

Have they broken any bones? Never. I don't think she even scraped her knee as a child 🙄

How would a stranger likely describe them? I guess shy. But if the person in front of her shows up with an animal, Hope immediately becomes all chatty and excited. Nothing like a pet to break the ice (honestly me)

Are they a night owl or a morning bird? morning bird. Her routine starts every day at 6:00 a.m.

What is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love? She likes the deep taste of black coffee, and hates anything bitter.

Do they have any hobbies? Whenever she has a free moment, she likes to sit down and browse the Simflix catalog because her favorite thing is to sit and watch series.

Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprises? She would smile, pretend she's grateful for a total of five minutes and then hide in the bathroom to mentally prepare herself to be the center of attention until the party ends. After that, she'd probably relax and be okay.

Do they like to wear jewelry? She has her grandma Daphne's silver rings. She never goes anywhere without them; they're her lucky charm :')

Do they have neat or messy handwriting? Her handwriting was pretty neat in school, but now it's just a mess.

What are two emotions they feel the most? Inadequate and tired, as if she's trying to catch up with everyone's expectations.

Do they have a favorite fabric? Leather 😳. Not for anything special, but because it's the fabric where cat hair sticks the least.

What kind of accent do they have? She grew up on a ranch in Chestnut Ridge, so I like to think she has the sexiest country accent 😌

i tag: @aurorangen @theosconfessions (gimme some blake info please i miss him 👀) @ktysh @cupidszone @akitasimblr @awkwardwhims @aliengirl but feel free to ignore 😁💖

#is this too long? lmao #tag game

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theodorecanaryhood · 1 year

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Diagnosis

Jason Todd x male! Child / teen reader (reader has ADHD)

Not proof read

Single parenthood was not on Jason’s mind a year ago, but then again, there were many things that were never on his mind.

Being adopted by a Billionaire, being Robin, dying….etc.

Red Hood was booming through the streets this one night as he raided a smuggling ring, the only person who was not arrested was a 4 year old boy.

Jason kept calling GCPD to check if you were ok, the officers got so fed up of Jason calling in the end they just let him come to visit you. Then when you were placed into Foster care, he got even more frustrated.

Jason applied to adopt you on a spontaneous thought, he couldn’t think to how to approach it but before he knew, he’d filled out the adoption papers.

‘Welcome home, son’ Jason smiled as he held your hand. You rushed around the house from room to room.

Amazed at the amount of space there was, how clean it was. And best of all, no drugs being smuggled in and out - amongst other things.

By now you were around 6 and sitting in the back of the car as Jason drove you to school.

You fiddled with the seatbelt and kicked your legs.

‘Y/n, sit still for me please buddy’ Jason said, you stopped and stayed still.

‘Sorry Daddy’

‘Where’s your jacket?’ Jason asked you as he noticed the spot next to was empty.

‘My jacket, is uhm… ooh a bird’ you said as you pressed yourself up against the window.

‘Y/n, where’s your jacket?’ Jason asked again, you continued staring out the window.

‘I forgot’ you smiled as you began to tap your hands on your thighs and tap your feet on the ground.

‘Y/n’ Jason said your name again, you stopped once more.

‘Sorry Daddy, I forgot again’ you smiled as Jason chuckled.

While in school your teacher, Ms Hannigan, was going through some books, she spoke softly to the class but spotted that you were staring off into the distance.

‘Y/n, are you listening to me?’ She asked you as she approached you.

You continued to stare until you caught on she asked you a question, snapping out of your day dream you looked at your teacher.

‘Huh?’ You asked, some students laughed as and Hannigan continued to speak.

‘You’re not listening to me again, y/n, why can’t you concentrate?’

You were still thinking about what she’d already said to you, your hands fidgeted with a pen as the teacher wrote your name on the timeout board.

‘Y/n Todd, I said go sit in the corner’ she repeated for the third time, apparently. You didn’t hear the first two times.

Jason was getting fed up of getting calls at work from teachers, to say you were not paying attention, not listening or fidgeting.

‘I got a call from the school again young man, they tell me you’re not concentrating enough’ Jason spoke calmly towards you.

One thing you could say, your Dad never raised his voice, swore or got angry with you. Even though right now, you could tell he was a little annoyed with you.

‘I just find it hard to listen sometimes, or remember’ you replied to your Dad, all the while fidgeting with the seatbelt once again.

Over the next three years, you continued to have the same problem. Only this time teachers didn’t have patience and kept sending you out.

‘Is this something you want to share y/n?’ Mr Brown asked you, you were caught staring out the window at the rain.

‘If you could focus for the next 30 minutes’ he spoke, you concentrated on that, focused on what he just said and then your mind drifted again.

‘I wonder what my Dad will make for dinner tonight, I’m hungry, what time is it? My Grandpa is coming this weekend for a visit’ your thoughts went 100mph, a book slammed on the desk.

‘Right, if you insist on refusing to listen to me you can leave the room’ Mr Brown spoke loudly with authority. You stood up and walked out of the room.

You were confused as to what you’d done wrong, you listened. Then you realised you didn’t listen to what he said, then you got distracted again by a colourful piece of artwork on display in the corridor.

‘Mr Todd, thank you for coming’ Mr Brown spoke as Jason sat in the seat opposite your teacher and next to you.

‘Y/n is a delight to have and is very pleasant, but he is having problems concentrating or listening’ the teacher began as Jason nodded along with what was being said.

You stared out the window again as you noticed some helium balloons floating off in the distance.

‘Y/n?’ Your Dad called you softly, you looked at him and smiled.

‘Huh?’

‘This is what I mean, he’s too busy staring off into space’ the teacher snapped, Jason lifted his finger to stop the teacher from continuing.

‘Mr Brown, is it possible that maybe y/n can’t concentrate because he gets distracted easily?’ Jason asked.

Within a week of meeting with your teacher Jason was booking you in with a Doctor. He’d noticed little hints at a problem since you were a kid.

You couldn’t always take direct instructions, you zoned out of conversation or began talking about something completely unrelated halfway through. Your forgot easily and more noticeable you could never sit still.

‘Mr Todd, from what we can tell from the assessments is that y/n has ADHD’ the Doctor said, Jason didn’t know what to think of it.

Of course he’d heard of it but he’d never thought about the possibility of you having it.

After that moment it was medication and clear notices on calendars to remind you of things constantly.

‘I’ll be back tomorrow, your Uncle Dick will look after you. Please don’t forget to take your meds y/n’ Jason urged as you walked with him to the car.

‘Of course Dad, I have an alarm to remind me’ you smiled. Jason hugged you as he got in the car.

‘Bye son, I love you’

‘I love you too Dad’ you called back as Jason drove off.

You sat and listened to music in the hopes that it would drown out your overactive brain, in a way it did. After a while you got too fidgety and had to move.

You procrastinated too much but in your head you were cleaning the house and doing laundry, creating a to do list for tomorrow.

‘Y/n, can you help me with dinner please?’ Jason asked you, you nodded as you stood up but when you walked into the room. Your mind went everywhere else but what you were doing.

However, the end of each day was always the same. You’d sit with your Dad in front of the TV and watch some cheesy movies with him. Of course, you still couldn’t keep still.

Thanks to your Dad, he got you fidget toys to help you relax a bit more and calm your brain. Now you found it easier, on top of meds, to take in the plot of a Julia Roberts movie.

Your Dad was your number one supporter and never gave up, behind your zoning out and not being able to keep still, he knew that you were a sponge soaking up information. And whatever career you chose, your life would never be affected because of what your teachers made you believe.

Hope you liked it, I didn’t know how to end it. I also wanted to be as respectful as possible as have never written about ADHD before. Since mine has kicked me hard, wanted to write about a loose personal experience!

#red hood #gotham #red hood fanfiction #red hood x reader #red hood x you #jason todd fanfiction #jason todd x reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #jason todd #fanfiction #fanfic #jason todd x male reader #red hood x male reader #jason Todd x son #my adhd #adhd feels

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astro-can-write · 10 months

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Hey pookie ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶

Do you think you could do a SFW Alphabet for Tobio Kageyama from Haikyuu? Please and thank you!!!

hey pookie! ofc i can! this is my first time doing a sfw alphabet, so please tell me if i should change anything!

𝕊𝔽𝕎 𝔸𝕝𝕡𝕙𝕒𝕓𝕖𝕥 | 𝕂𝕒𝕘𝕖𝕪𝕒𝕞𝕒 𝕋𝕠𝕓𝕚𝕠

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A = Affection (how affectionate are they?) Tobio doesn’t really know how to show affection. He’s not very fond of PDA unless it's just holding hands when no one’s around, but he loves cuddles and just basking in your warmth when you two are alone. He gets all flustered whenever you ask him for a kiss, and starts mumbling and stuttering like it's the end of the world. Physical touch isn’t his favourite love language, but he’ll still show affection in different ways, like attempting to make your favourite food. (Key word: attempt)

B = Best Friend (how would they be as a best friend?) Tobio would definitely be a lot more comfortable around you since you're his best friend than he is around other people. He would maybe talk more, express himself more, and even laugh at silly jokes you make. He would make a mental list of all your dislikes and likes, and even pick up your favourite drink for you if you’re ever late to school. He knows everything about you, and you know everything about him. He’ll probably try to listen to your problems but it doesn’t work out too well because he’s rather straightforward and oblivious at the same time, so he offers stupid advice. “Just ask them out,” is probably what he’d say if you said you had a crush on someone. He has full faith and trust in you and literally doesn’t care if you hang out with other people instead of him, although he’ll probably get all pouty if you spend time apart for too long. “I thought I was your best friend…”

C = Cuddles (do they like to cuddle? How do you guys cuddle?) Tobio only likes it if he’s super duper tired, like after a hard game or after fighting with Hinata. He likes it when you hold him in your arms, because it makes him feel like a child again. Although, you’re probably shorter than him and your arms probably die after a little bit. Occasionally, if he knows you're feeling down, he’ll hesitantly hold you in his arms and you guys will cuddle for, like, 5 minutes until he finally goes, “let’s play volleyball now.”

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?) Tobio’s parents were at work all day, and his grandpa was old, so he and his older sister would help around the house a lot. While his sister did all the cooking, he would clean as fast as he could so that he could play volleyball again. He wanted to put his volleyball career as his very first priority and was hesitant about settling down because he needed to travel a lot, so you guys had a very quick wedding with close friends and family (and his Karasuno team, of course) and you accompanied him everywhere. Whenever he came home from practice or a game, he would clean the apartment or wherever you guys were staying, but there wasn’t much to clean so you let him watch some volleyball games while you cooked. He cooks if you're sick and tired, but he only makes pork curry because it's the only thing he knows how to make (and it's his favourite food).

E = Ending (how would breakups work out?) If you broke up with him, he’ll wonder what he did wrong and go to Sugawara or his sister for advice. He won’t cry - he’s just confused, and he hopes that you were just mistaken. He apologizes for whatever he’s done wrong. If you don’t talk to him at all after the breakup, he’ll start getting angry at himself and project it into volleyball, therefore making him return to his tyrant self. If he breaks up with you, it's probably because you were getting in the way of his career. He’ll definitely regret it and come back to you at one point, but it's up to you to accept or reject him.

F = Fiance (how do they feel about commitment?) Like I said before for Domestic, he’s hesitant about committing so much to a relationship that he lets it get in the way of volleyball. Volleyball is love, volleyball is life. He might not want to commit too much, but he’ll eventually come around because you're his second biggest priority (after volleyball). He knows his life will fall apart if you weren’t there for him, so he wants to get married quickly so you guys can travel together as a real couple.

G = Gentle (how gentle are they?) Tobio is very strong. You’ve seen his serves before, and you’re scared he might accidentally break your hand while holding it. His hands are calloused, but he’s surprisingly gentle with you because he’s also scared that he might hurt you by accident. He can get a bit too strong and grip your arm when he’s excited, but he’s quick to calm down when he sees you in pain.

H = Hugs (do they like hugs?) The same with cuddles - he’ll lean down and put his face into his shoulder if he’s tired or sad, and you guys will stay like that for as long as he needs. He gives you quick hugs for motivation or comfort, but it rarely happens and he only does it when you guys are alone.

I = I Love You (how fast do they say the L-word?) He had never thought about saying it until Hinata yelled, “YOU GUYS HAVEN’T EVEN SAID ‘I LOVE YOU’ TO EACH OTHER YET?” and then Tanaka and Noya started bullying him as well, so he was basically pressured into doing it. It had only been, like, a month since you guys had started dating. He started getting paranoid - were you going to say it first, or should he? Just to test it out, he said “I love you” in the most nonchalant voice before you guys parted ways at night. Flustered, you didn’t reply, which led him to thinking that you didn’t love him back. The next day, it happened to be his game against Shiratorizawa, so you said “I love you too” right before the game. This made him happy, and he did exceptionally well during the game.

J = Jealousy (how jealous do they get?) Tobio is extremely oblivious and doesn’t think much of it if you talk to other people. If someone’s flirting with you, he won’t do anything about it until he sees that you're visibly uncomfortable. He’ll come up behind you and glare at the flirter, making them (most of the time) run away. He doesn’t get jealous unless you’re hanging out with Hinata or anyone from his team, because then he gets worried that you might think he’s uncool compared to his teammates and leaves him. He’ll glare at his teammates, making them scared, and hide you from them. It's funny, but you had to tell him that his teammates weren’t gonna do anything to her. One person he gets really angry at is Oikawa, and after a slight incident, Oikawa now does not come near you anymore. Other than this, he’s not a relatively jealous person.

K = Kisses (what are their kisses like?) It depends. He can be gentle, he can be rough. He finds it hard to crouch down all the way to your lips, so he kisses you on top of your head a lot. When he does kiss your lips, it's usually a quick peck or just a full out makeout session. He’ll kiss his favourite part of you a lot, whether it be your nose or your hand or whatever you think is your unique feature. You like his kisses because he doesn’t do it a lot and it feels special whenever he does it. Whenever you kiss him, you probably need to stand on your tiptoes, and once your lips meet he doesn’t want to let you go.

L = Little ones (how are they around children?) Kids find him scary but he doesn’t know that so he doesn’t understand when they always hide from him. He’s kind of like Ushijima. He tries to make an attempt to play and talk with kids if you ask him to, but the kids don’t like him so they don’t reply or anything. But if there was a kid that did like him, he’ll probably have them hitting cross spikes and service aces by the end of the day. It all depends on the kid, but Tobio will definitely try his best around little ones if it benefits him. Only if it benefits him.

M = Mornings (how are mornings spent with them?) He’s usually up and about at, like, 5am. He goes for a jog, watches some games on the TV, tries to make breakfast, and then wakes you up at around 7 or 8am. He doesn’t let you sleep in unless you're really tired, because he wants you to have a healthy lifestyle by sleeping early and waking up early. Your mornings are always spent apart unless he drags you out for a run or if he sleeps in as well (after a game).

N = Nights (how are nights spent with them?) He either goes to sleep really late or really early. If it’s early and you go to sleep after him, he unconsciously wraps his arms around you and you guys stay like that till he wakes up. If it’s late and you go to sleep before him, he admires your face and purposely wraps his arms around you to keep you warm. There has never been a time where you haven’t woken up in his arms.

O = Open (how long would it take them to be open with you about themselves?) He didn’t talk about his ‘king’ phase until you tentatively brought it up. He isn’t the type to bring something up first, and rather waits for you to mention it. It doesn’t matter how long it’s been since you guys started dating or started being friends, he’ll answer every one of your questions honestly because he thinks there’s no reason to hide anything if you’re gonna know it in the future anyway.

P = Patience (how easily angered are they?) Tobio is not a patient person. He’s very short-tempered unless he’s on the court, and he finds it hard to control his anger (especially whenever Hinata provokes him). He can get upset easily, but usually he’s just confused and tries to hide it. With you, he tries to be more patient and relaxed.

Q = Quizzes (how much do they remember about you?) EVERYTHING. No cap, he remembers EVERYTHING, even the things that you can’t remember. He makes mental notes whenever you mention something you like or dislike, and knows if you're uncomfortable with something. You might not like something but smile and say, “that’s fine!” and he’ll immediately go “no, it’s not. Last week, during lunch, you said you didn’t like it. Let’s go somewhere else/let’s do something else.” He knows your favourite colour, favourite hobby, favourite animal, birthday, favourite food, favourite book series, favourite type of scented markers, favourite flower, heck, even your favourite brand of hair shampoo.

R = Remember (what was their favourite memory of your relationship?) Your first kiss, and when you said “I love you too” to him before the game against Shiratorizawa. You kissed him after Karasuno won, making him even happier. Now, it's a tradition that you guys kiss before and after every game, no matter what the results are.

S = Security (how protective are they of you?) He knows what you're good at and what you're not, so he’ll either leave you be or insist that he helps you when you’re doing something. He also shields you from Hinata, Noya, and Tanaka, because he believes that they’ll accidentally suffocate you or something. He’s willing to throw punches at anyone who touches or speaks to you inappropriately, although most of the time they run off after seeing his scary face. He doesn’t want to be too protective, but sometimes he can’t help it and understands why you sometimes ask him for space.

T = Try (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?) Tobio either forgets until two hours before the event, or starts planning a month before. If it's a huge event like an anniversary, he makes sure that everything is perfect and tries his best to impress you. He consults with Suga about what he should do for surprise dates and anniversary parties, and he’s extremely nervous that you might find out/you might not like it, so he pours all his knowledge into planning. For a date, he doesn’t dress up or anything unless you ask him to. He’s pretty chill and lazy with dates, especially if you’re the one planning it. If he’s the one planning it, it’s the same as before - frenzied planning, secrecy, surprises, and more. He puts effort into everything that involves you.

U = Ugly (what are some of their bad habits?) He tends to scare you with his temper a lot, so he’s trying to get that under control. Some other random habits probably include hyper fixating on volleyball and nothing else, shaking his leg, biting his lips, and tugging at his hair aggressively. The main thing he’s working on is his temper and volume/tone of voice when talking to you.

V = Vanity (how concerned are they about their looks?) The only thing he cares about is staying fit. He works out everyday, and files his fingernails to make setting easier. He doesn’t care if he gets acne, or how his hair looks, or if his clothes are wrinkled. As long as it doesn’t disturb his physical health, he has no care for his outer appearance (but still manages to look pretty every day!).

W = Whole (would they feel incomplete without you?) Definitely. After meeting you, you became a part of him. Without you, he goes back to his tyrant self. Without you, he feels like there’s no one that truly understands him. Without you, he feels misunderstood, and he has no one to actually talk to. Even if he loves volleyball and has limited time spent with you, he treasures every moment with you because you’re what keeps him going every day and night. Even volleyball won’t feel the same without you.

X = Xtra (an extra headcanon about them) You help tutor him because he’s a dumbass that can’t even get double-digits in tests. Either before or after practice, you guys meet up and you run him through all the topics learnt that day. His personal punishment is 15 finger pushups if he gets a question wrong. Unsurprisingly, he’s done a lot of pushups ever since you started tutoring him.

Y = Yuck (what are some things they wouldn’t like?) He probably hates plain cheese pizza.

Z = Zzz (sleeping habits?) He air-sets when he sleeps. One time, you woke up for a drink of water and saw Tobio with his hands up in the air, doing air-sets and mumbling “dumbass Hinata! Snrrkkk zzz…run faster! Jump higher!” He also moves around and twitches a lot. He once woke up on the other end of the bed, and since he holds onto you while he sleeps, you woke up on the other end as well.

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and thats it! hope you enjoyed it! more requests welcome~

#requested #sfw alphabet #kageyama tobio #tobio kageyama #kageyama headcanons #sfw alphabet kageyama #haikyuu #headcanons #anime #request #volleyball #sfw

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k-looking-glass-house · 1 year

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SAM and his familiar~ When you wish upon a star~

Gah I’m still shy to share those concept, but it truly made me wonder why the "star wish" event didn't have alternate outfit~ Except our little Ortho (precious, best gear each time)! Anyway let's follow again our dear Sam in his scholarship journey!! He came from the Disney which is literally related to "the famous Disney star wish"!! It definitely has an important place for him~ Also thank you for all your feedback for Sam!!! I am happy for him!! You little one are so lovely!! Thank you!

They're celebrating the star wish event at the Mystery's S shop, Sam didn't belong to any dorm as his scholarship is similar to student exchange, he resides either at his grandpa's shop or at Ombrorio (just like Yuu and Grimm)~

Being far away from Jubilee port they still celebrate the event like they should in their home fashion way, singing, dancing, grooving and praying for "Evangeline".

Being outcast from others students (as they declared that Sam was cursed and brought misfortune) noone came to ask for his wish.

Sam couldn't care less as "a better wish is to stay a mystery", making his friends on the other side worried about him not having human friends.

Eventually K with Sam's grandpa's help could sew some outfits, get some star wish crystals and decorate the shop backyard to enjoy with everyone. They enjoyed their night and waited for shooting star praying for "puppet becoming true little boy", "lost boys fighting pirates from the second star" and "Evangeline being with her lover"!

The next morning K and Sam were recycling their outfit and jewelry as lucky charm fortune to sell to others students, like a "lucky shot only work once"! Smiling and laughing that human are so naive...

SAM (NRC STUDENT)~ SR Evangéline wish suit

Summon Line: “When you wish upon a star...Makes no difference who you are!” Groooovy!!: Please, please, pleeasseeeeee Evangéline! Yes that's how you ask for a good wish! Home: It was a surprise that grandpa and K could afford such an event in our shop! Well he's Mister S after all, gnee hihi! Home Idle 1: Must be good to share your wish with others. Oh no I am not sad, I've got friends on the other side! Home Idle 2: You noticed too! In a lot of fairy tales they talk about the famous star who shine the brightest! Yes right! Home Idle 3: Star wish crystal work when you put either a random wish or your deepest wish! The more you want it, the shinest it is~ But be careful... I saw some crystal crumble from horrible wish... Home Idle - Login: Hn, hmm hmm, I see, I see, no sorry I was listening to my friends wish! Home Idle - Groovy: My wish? I am not going to tell you! It's supposed to stay a secret! Home Tap 1: I saw Trein-sensei being quiet sad when looking at his wish crystal. Lucious went for some headpatting shortly after... Home Tap 2: That school is weird....they believe it's odd fashion but still wish for LOVE, girlfriend, boyfriend!! Are they delusional! They obviously should use a love charm at our shop gnee hihi! Home Tap 3: I know K since I'm 7, yes it's been 10 years by now! They didn't change...except well that humanoid form...They still have the same wish from back then~ Home Tap 4: The headmaster is truly implicated in this event and tradition,....suspicious we must investigate!! I am sure it will be of good use in the future! Home Tap 5: I wonder if the star listen and look after us... Pffff I am not romantic... Home Tap - Groovy: Everyone should have their wish fullfil! IN STOCK NOWWW! Special lucky charm for a limited edition try your luck!

K. OSWALD JUNIOR 101~ SR Evangéline wish suit

Summon Line: "Anything your heart desires will come to you♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ" Groooovy!!: Evangéline!!! Pleashe pleashe pleasheeeee! Home: Yay ah ah ah!! Those crystals are shining bright! Home Idle 1: Well it got the Jubilee port countryside's vibes you know! Home Idle 2: I know all the shong!! let's shing! Home Idle 3: I peeked at Cruella's outfit......for inspiration of courshe! Don't tell him.... Home Idle - Login: Sham has a lot of friends in the shadows!!.... But not so much as humans.....hn *pouting face* Home Idle - Groovy: My wish?? It ish the shame from 10 years ago! Home Tap 1: Cruella ....I mean Mister Crewel took a lot of star wish crystal like about 9!! Sam's grandpa said he is desperate, like the wine auntie! Home Tap 2: Those students...my master is not cursed!! Stupid brat!! Ahh....agrwwggg.....hn nooo nuuuh my voice didn't change at all!! Home Tap 3: You know Sham grow so fast...like a bamboo!!! Poof ! he was so tiny and cute back then! Home Tap 4: I heard shomething from the royal sword academy's headmaster! It's a secret how!!! Buuuut the headmaster ish apparently in loveee with the Blue star fairy!! hihihi!! Crows are very romantic! Home Tap 5: I am sure we all look at the shame star... Well...that's what boook says! Home Tap - Groovy: Hmmmm my outfit is kind of heavy.... I made Sham's one lighter!

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Sam (nrc student) star wish concept with K done by me

Lol I tried some "Clamp" design jewelry

#twisted wonderland #twst #sam twisted wonderland #twst sam #k oswald junior 101 #k imeart

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scratchandplaster · 2 days

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Stack The Deck - PART 16

CW: drug abuse, addiction, defiant whumpee, bad coping mechanism, stockholm syndrom(?)

PART 15 ⇽ [Masterlist] ⇾ PART 17

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Elliot woke to nothingness. Neither the stuffy trunk nor crack house bathroom had woken him up this kindly, yet he felt nothing: from his left pinky to his dry lips - just quietness. All the anger and fear that spurred him on during his stay were swept away.

Weird.

Tramadol 100 stood no chance against whatever lingered inside his veins, cushioning his body like wads of cotton. It felt pleasant, more than that, reliving. Like for the first time in this damned year, he found a chance to breathe free of pain.

If this was what constituted a junkie, Elliot might gladly be one.

Despite the calm soundscape surrounding him, he didn't dare to take a peek yet. After the weakness that Chris revealed, one could only suspect what else he liked to smash to pieces now.

The filthy concoction he stabbed Elliot with was incomparable to ordinary MR tablets. No, this was the good shit. The kind of stuff his doctors had withheld from him time and time again, the kind they give you before you get stuffed in a disheveled Honda, borrowed from the crazy grandpa down the street.

Maybe if he said pretty please, Chris would be so kind and give him another pinch.

Careful as a fawn, Elliot peeked through his lashes. Flat on his back like he had just been picked up and slapped down on the bed, he never felt freer, mainly thanks to the absence of any cuffs around his wrist. Chris probably failed to find the other one in this mess.

Only then did Elliot notice the smear of sticky blood across his arms - not his own, one might add, his fingernails cut short hastily to take his last weapon away. The cause of this involuntary nap watched him closely from the other side of the room.

Chris surely had no patience left after his little stunt, yet Elliot simply couldn't care less.

For someone who "fights like a bitch", the damage was undeniable. Elliot couldn't help but grin at the swollen teeth marks arching over Morris' chin up to his lips, how the blue eyes were stained red by more than just a few tears.

Sniffling like he got stood up at prom, Chris pressed a bag of frozen peas to his neck and dared to break the silence first: "Happy now?"

What a diva. Elliot swallowed, no venom left to spit.

"Quit whining. You had it coming."

Nobody had kissed him this way since high school, and for good reasons. Disgusting. Absentmindedly wiping over his mouth with a sleeve, Elliot was unsure about his next steps.

What was that guy thinking? His boyfriend…guilt does that to a lonely man, huh?

Since Amber, he never really thought of risking that humiliation again, but if he did, it would not be for Christoph Morris, never like that. Elliot surely had more fun making out with the wood-chip wallpaper than him any day of the week.

On the upside, though…

"Now we have to start over," his host moaned accusatory, throwing the peas aside to reveal three long and harsh gashes across his skin, "For fuck's sake, you were nearly done with it all! And don't blame me, you went ahead and ruined all our progress this time."

That man really couldn't stop regurgitating his own shit until it tasted like honey. "Again" was acid on Elliot's otherwise so comfortable skin; not another week in withdrawal, he would rather peel his flesh off the limbs piece by piece.

Wordlessly, he held his left hand in front of him - half of it limp as a glove - and clenched it into a fist.

Weak. Pathetic even. And without a single twinge of pain.

His rage was snuffed out and with it the fire, inside and out, gifting him the cure he searched for so long. The endless flare inside him was not just subdued, not better.

Gone.

Nothing that would last, surely, Elliot wasn't that naive. Yet, the fantasy of securing this state for as long as possible let a new spark bloom inside his mind.

Make him like me. And who knows, maybe I'll allow him the one or other trade-off we both profit from.

But for that to happen, the senseless pursuit of absolute sobriety had to die. If he was not allowed to leave, so be it! Morris better get used to caring like he claimed, then.

"I'm hungry," Elliot yawned and noticed Chris through his spread-out fingers, busy picking at the seams of the thawing plastic bag. Unable to stop his whining, he glared back, ashamed by how brutally his confession had opened him up for rejection.

"And?"

"You have anything sweet around here?" The plaque on Elliot's teeth tasted of cold ash and copper as his tongue ran over it.

"No," Chris spit, strategically keeping the smushed key lime pie on the kitchen table a secret, "No way. After what you did..."

What did I do?, Elliot wondered, a blur of fists and red splatter being the only memory of yet another brawl his brain managed to pull from the fog. Third time's the charm, it seems, at least when leaving a mark as a thank you for all of Elliot's.

A nice strike.

If inspected closer, one might have spotted Elliot rolling his eyes before swinging his legs out of the bed and standing up; as did Chris, skittishly guarding the door. Another race to the exit fell dead before it could ever start.

More than embarrassed, Morris felt queasy about his next step. Could he just pretend that nothing happened? Or find a new approach to how fussy Elliot acted?

Unbelievably, his guest dug placidly through the box of old clothes under the bed, before pulling out a pair of loose-fitting pants. The scabs on his hands and knees had crumbled away already. Despite the way this involuntary striptease made Chris tingle with excitement, he kept his guard up.

Nevertheless, Elliot hadn't wasted a thought on approaching the locked door behind them, too spellbound while buttoning up his shirt with both hands. Both. Sloppy execution and a shaky hold didn't stop the disks of horn from slipping into their designated place.

Be nice to him for a refill, apparently the only action he was able to take during this stalemate, and get out of here. Elliot felt no need to rush today.

Kneeling on the floor, still very invested in opening and closing his shirt as if trying to drive Chris insane, Elliot noticed another box beside him. Sleek and colorful, the packaging reminded him of a tile mosaic.

Azul.

Living on his own had a few disadvantages the lonely collection of board games made him painfully aware of. No wonder he's so desperate for company.

"Do you like it? It's not a card game, but you still need good strategy," Chris finally spoke up.

They had to pick up the pieces somewhere and a quick round may be helpful in raising the spirits. Oh, the fun they had together, before he...before the situation got out of control. "I thought about getting the sequel too, it's supposed to be even better."

"A board game sequel?"

"Yeah, it won a few awards."

A game night, seriously? For all the ones he stole from him and his parents. Even so, a rather small price to pay compared to whatever else this guy had on his mind an hour ago. A trade Elliot could be interested in.

"Looks fun enough," he shrugged, not yet ready to put on a happy face.

"Care for a round?"

Once more, Elliot simply shrugged.

In and out of the room, Chris quickly returned with a foil pan and two forks in hand. Be the bigger man, he reminded himself while swallowing so much more than the rejection, be forgiving. The soggy peace offering laid between them on the floor. If Elliot should stay with him, voluntary and well-behaved, his host had to accept certain needs.

"So, you feel better now?"

"Obviously," Elliot muttered without looking up from the game manual. Next to him, a fork was carefully dropped on the carpet, as if handling an animal ready to go berserk again any second. "It's a lot easier if you don't steal my meds."

Decent intentions aside, Elliot spoke the truth. Keeping up last week's plan would only make history repeat itself, a fact Chris wanted to avoid at all costs. Strength and patience had left him; both of them.

The room went dead quiet while they both dug chunks out of the pie. Chris dodged the crust any way he could, like shoveling for gold in the lime purée. For the first time since they reunited, no tension, no animosity from the past broke their peace. Be it for a different reason than Chris hoped for.

The small colorful tiles were passed out on cardboard circles in between them.

Elliot, lost in thought, only stared through his playmate. His face got some color back, Chris noticed, a rosy blush to his cheeks. So cute. In a blink, Elliot snapped back to the present and faced him, voice sharp:

"What you demanded from me-"

"I wouldn't say demanded," Chris murmured, "I-I just tried to show you-"

"It will never happen. You hear me?" Elliot fixed his gaze on him. Not once before had Morris seen the usually so cautious thing this serious, "Never."

A mangy dog had more composure than what he showed at Elliot's demand, frowning and glancing over from his side.

"Don't you like...with men?"

I can change that.

"That's none of your business," Elliot snarled. The nerve of this guy, what in the hell-

Make him like me. Fine, then. "I don't like it with anyone, especially you, of all people. And that's that."

"Hmm."

At this, Chris felt at a loss. Was this a test, a chance to show that he wasn't as brash as his confession painted him? A punishment even? Or a lie, though Amber had definitely complained more than once about being neglected this way.

One way or the other, he knew that he knew nothing and for Elliot's good mood to last, Chris needed to accept some compromises. For the moment.

Finally, Elliot picked up four yellow tiles, scattering the rest in the middle.

"Your turn."

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Thanks for reading 🤍 [Masterlist]

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georgiapeach30513 · 1 year

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Closer to Heaven and Closer to You, Part 11

Summary: Now presenting, Mr. And Mrs. Ransom Drysdale

Pairings: Ransom Drysdale X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit sexual content, explicit language, unprotected sex, creampie, Frank Adler, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 6.5K

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*dividers created by @firefly-graphics

“Okay, and when is the bed coming in?” You turn around to Ransom holding onto the corgi puppy, giving her a little kiss to her snout. “Ransom, did you hear anything I said, handsome?”

“I did. The bed will be her in two days. The wedding is in five days. Grandpa’s stuff has been delivered, and we've got someone that is going to help put this room in order because I do not want you to be lifting anything. Gucci is going to the trainers starting tomorrow, and Bucky promised that he would continue to take her to school while we are away. Just me, my wife, and our little bean in your belly. Buns, you have got everything in order. Please, just breathe. It is quite alright. Your dress is at your parents.”

“And our home…Ran, this is our home. And this is our first baby, and we’ve got one in here,” grabbing at his hand you place it on your belly, thinking about how far the two of you had come. You could never imagine this Ransom that was in front of you. Primed and ready to become a home owner, father, and dog father of course.

The first moment you met him wasn’t the most spectacular of meetings. He was pompous and arrogant. But you learned quickly that Ransom was needing the same thing you were; to love and be loved. He had far surpassed your expectations for him or even your thoughts on a future husband. He was the most patient man you had ever met (with you). But the most important thing was he wanted to share a life with you.

Ransom was willing to make these huge changes in his life for you. And shockingly he was adjusting to this life easily. And Ransom now had a friend in Bucky. Had schemed this whole house and proposal with Bucky. And your old rodeo friend was letting Ransom help pick out the livestock. Even if he did laugh at your Gucci girl, despite you telling him she was a herding dog.

“Ran,” you smile at the most handsome and amazing man you have ever met in your life. “You did this. Thank you.”

“No, no. We did this. I’ve never wanted a home of my own. Yes, I had my place, but it was a house. This is our home. Our little Gucci girl is going to chase this little nugget around, and…”

“Ransom.”

“Hmm?”

“I want to name him or her after you. I love your name and how it’s a homage to Harlan. I want our nugget, be she or he, to be named after Ransom Drysdale.”

“Well, for the nugget’s sake, I hope that it’s a boy. Could you imagine a girl with that as her middle name?” Starting to giggle you nod your head. Smiling so big as you look at him. “You would prefer a girl, and her middle name be Ransom, huh?”

“Yes! It’s the cutest little thing. I just imagine this little angel baby with her herd of corgis following her around. She thinks that it’s her job to keep up with them, when in fact they’re making sure that she stays safe. And she’s got the prettiest dainty first name, but her middle name is so strong like her daddy’s. And she will be our baby Ransom.”

“It is kinda cute to think of this sweet baby girl that hopefully looks and acts like you with the name Ransom. C’mere,” his free hand pulls you into him and Gucci, and she gives her sweet little barks that weren’t so sweet in the mornings. “Now that you’ve convinced me, if we have a boy, his middle name can’t be Ransom.”

“Are you two always hugged up against each other?” Looking behind you, Bucky leans up against the doorframe, whistling as he sees the master suite. “I don’t know if this room is big enough. So the cattle will be here a few weeks after you guys get back, so there’s not much more to do for me, but to look after the baked potato. Ran, you don’t have to carry that thing around everywhere. Put her down. Gucci, you think you’re going to be able to handle watching after a Drysdale?”

She barks her tiny bark, waddling over to Bucky who squats down with her, noting how she really was a cute dog. Petting on her fluffy fur. “Steve said to tell you thanks for the invite.”

“I’ve never hated Steve. Never even hated Frank,” Bucky gives you a grimace, but it was true. There were times you were so angry at Frank, none more angrier than the other day when you confronted him about trying to break you and Ransom up. Frank was your first love. And it taught you everything you didn’t want, but more importantly, to trust your instinct.

You knew you had waited for far too long to leave Frank. Had made up way too many excuses for him. You were miserable. You allowed yourself to settle, and become a person you couldn’t even recognize anymore. But getting away, living alone, learning who you were, and time helped you find a better you. And somewhere in the midst of it all you found your best friend.

A painfully slow relationship, until things progressed. Nights where you would stay up and talk until you fell asleep to those first sweet kisses. Kisses that lingered on the lips a bit more. Kisses that had him pulling you into his lap, straddling him, while his hands held you so softly. Too timid to touch you more.

That is until you were the one pulling off your shirt. Bringing yourself closer to him. Hands running over the skin on his neck. You both were touch starved, and overwhelmed by the feeling. But still needing to make the sweet parts of the relationship last. You didn’t want to rush into the sex. It’s what you always had done, and nothing ever lasted.

Until Ransom. Until your future husband, and father of at least one child. “Bucky, what do you think we’re having?”

“Oh, no, I don’t do that. My mom can do the old wives’ tale things with you, but I don’t get into that. A healthy baby. That’s what I want. I’ll need help on the farm. Don’t think daddy-o here is going to be much help. So looks like I’ve got to train Gucci and RJ up right.”

“RJ?” Ransom’s eyebrow cocks up as he stares Bucky up and down.

“Oh, come on. Bunny will get her way, and she’s going to have her Ransom Junior. RJ. And like I said, I’m going to have to train them, and the fur ball up.”

“Fur balls. There will be more corgis. I want at least three, preferably four. Miss Gucci is just going to be the ringleader. We also got to get Chanel, Dior, and Dolce,” Bucky sighs, turning to leave the two of you. “You don’t have to wear a suit, Buck!”

“I want to! I haven’t got to wear one in a long time.”

“I helped him pick one out,” Ransom whispers, and you giggle imagining the two of them combing through suits to find the perfect one for you. They were the sweetest things. You hope that he could maybe eventually be cordial with Frank. Maybe. Hopefully.

“Baby, just breathe,” your mom says calmly behind you. Clasping your grandmother’s necklace around your neck. Your eyes flutter close as you touch on your something borrowed, somehow the vintage necklace matching perfectly with your engagement ring. “Are you getting cold feet?”

“Never,” the tears already start to well up in your eyes. Taking a deep inhale, you slowly let out your breath. Your hands move to your stomach, already feeling the nugget’s first flutters. Ransom was always touching your stomach, hoping to find his own little piece of their movements.

“I’m just ready to be Mrs. Drysdale,” you finally open your eyes looking at your mom’s reflection. “You always told me to find someone who was crazy. Crazy in love with me. I found him. Well, we found each other. And we’ve got us this little…baby.”

“Just tell us what you’re having!” Noelle, the oldest sister screams playfully. Slapping at her leg, it was killing her the most. “I gotta get a jump on buying things for the nuggie. I already know that between Ransom, Harlan, Bucky, and daddy I won’t get to.”

“You’ll get to. I promise. They’ve all been put on a budget.”

“He or she will be the first on both sides, and you’ve got a bigger closet than I have a bedroom for that baby, and you think that you’re putting a budget on anyone? How’s the in-laws doing? The snippy one that always has a cigarette was telling Bucky what to do,” you turn to look at Jacey, the baby, mortified. “Ransom told Bucky the only one he had to listen to was you, him, and Gucci. Your husband took care of it.”

“Does Ransom happen to have a brother?” You shake your head no to Claire. There was only one Ransom. It’s all the world could handle. And he was made perfectly for you. “Dammit. Does he have any cute cousins or anything? What about Bucky?”

“No!” Claire holds up her hands in surrender, laughing, and starting to question your feelings towards Bucky. “Bucky is a precious angel. You can only talk to him if you’re completely serious, and you’re not. If you want a fun time, Steve will be a blast. Bucky is off limits. He is a serial monogamous, and he doesn’t do one night stands. Do not put him in the position to feel uncomfortable at my wedding, okay?”

“Wow. Call me out in front of mom why don’t you,” Claire rolls her eyes. Crossing her arms, she leans back on the couch. Her fingers lightly tap on her arms while she glares at you.

“Yeah, well, she didn’t tell me anything I didn’t know. Besides, Steve is quite adorable if you ask me,” Claire’s mouth falls open as your mom shrugs. “Honey, it’s a small town. People talk. It’s okay. I’m not judging you for your lack of wanting to settle down. Sow those oats.”

“Not all of us can marry a rich man.”

“Not all of us marry for money either. His money and looks are an added bonus,” biting at your lip, you take another look in the mirror at yourself. You didn’t even recognize the woman that was staring at you. Turning to the side, you look at your stomach, kinda sad you weren’t really showing yet. “I want h…ahh, I about said what we were having. I want this baby to pop out. I want Ransom to feel the kicks.”

“And I for one am glad that you haven’t. No one had time to alter this dress or your after the wedding dress. As pretty as your wedding dress is, why would you want to take it off?”

You and your sisters all look at each other with the biggest smiles, giggling before answering, “It’s a party!”

“Would you calm down?” Bucky dusts Ransom’s shoulders off, laughing as his new found friend was bouncing around again. Taking a quick sip from his highball glass. “She’s still here, and agreed to marry you for some reason.”

“The reason is he stays, and doesn’t run off to ride bulls. Instead he stays behind and rides her,” Bucky turns to look at Steve with his mouth hanging open, and Steve shrugs his shoulders. “Oh, come on. Those two are perfect for each other. His lack of running away and being able to deal with his shit helps.”

“We don’t…we don’t have shit. The biggest obstacles are my family, and we moved far…far far away from them,” Ransom exhales sharply as he runs his hands through his hair again. “Why are you here now?”

“Uhh…you see, I have this friend. Um, we’re going to call him Stank. And Stank, he has this thing where he likes to go to a bar on a Saturday, and Stank may drink his loneliness away. And on this particular Saturday, because we know that the paper had this huge picture of this man in front of us and his bride to be, Stank started calling me early. Stank was wanting to do something, and Steve didn’t answer.”

Bucky and Ransom stare at Steve without blinking. More because of the information he divulged, but Steve has never been the man that could read people well. “In my story Stank is in fact Frank.”

“Yeah, I got that. I’m not going to feel guilty for marrying Stank’s ex. I want to thank him. He led her straight to me, and to our future, and made her guarded. Her inability to have something with me quickly helped us. We learned from each other. Took our time, and now we’re ending it with this grand gesture of our love. Our little…well…uh…they’re going to be the most spoiled little — thing ever. And I appreciate the offer to help Bucky on the ranch. By all means, finish out your season. And even if you want to go and rodeo, that's fine. However, if we’re going to continue to be whatever this is, you don’t have to talk in code about Frank. I’m sure the man has good qualities, or Bunny wouldn’t have stayed with him. They had something real. And then they drifted apart, and that is life. But I’m growing with her, and we’re growing our family. Let’s refer to him as Frank from now on.”

“Why won’t you tell us what’s in her belly?”

Ransom shrugs, straightening up his tie. “Buns didn’t want what we were having to overshadow the wedding. The baby will be the first on both sides of our family, and we’re excited. So far Nuggie is healthy, and their middle name is going to be Ransom, so…I want to throw up.”

Steve looks between Ransom and Bucky with a smirk. Ransom was getting everything that Bucky had ever wanted. A family of his own. The ranch part he was basically getting. Land upon land. Ransom and Bunny even had it in Bucky’s contract that after five years the house and a few acres were his. Now he needed a woman. Steve could already see Bucky devoting all his time to you and Ransom. Holed out in the middle of nowhere. And forgetting to live his life.

“You getting cold feet there, pal?”

Ransom shakes his head as he turns toward Steve, “Never. I’m just ready for us to be married.”

Your dad turns to look at you, but you can’t look away from Ransom. He was beaming at the front of the aisle. You had locked eyes with your future husband, and couldn’t look away, “Daddy, he looks so handsome. Move your feet, I’ve waited long enough.”

“No,” you tear your eyes away from Ransom to look at your dad who was tearing up. His hand pulsing on your arm. Eyes rimmed in red, and he aggressively wipes away his tears.

“Daddy.”

“Don’t you daddy me. You’re the second daughter I’ve given away, and this isn’t any easier. But honey, he’s the one,” it isn’t that you didn’t know that. You are fully aware that the man you were waiting to walk to was every bit of your dream. “He’s so good to you, to your sisters, to your mom, and me, and even Bucky. He’s going to be the best daddy to your little boy that you’re going to name Ronnie Ransom Drysdale. Just promise me something. Two things actually.”

“What is it? And I didn’t confirm or deny if we’re having a boy.”

“No, just…maybe baby number two you could name Sinclair? Or a middle name. I’ve got nothing but girls, and your sister just wants one kid, and she’s got their names picked out like a crazy person. Your other sisters aren’t old enough or in stable relationships, and…”

“Daddy, I promise, if we have a little girl, we’ll put Sinclair as her middle name.”

“Did you just confirm you’re having a boy?” You shake your head no. You would not be discussing what baby Drysdale was today and especially not while Ransom was waiting on you. “I just want to know if I need to buy my grandson his first saddle or my granddaughter her first saddle. I need to know.”

“And I need to marry that man up there. When we get back I promise we’ll tell you what your grand baby is, but if I don’t marry that man right now,” his feet are already propelling the two of you forward and you’re back to looking at Ransom. “Daddy, I can’t see.”

“It’s your tears. You’ll be fine. You’re going to have to start relying on Ransom for this silly little stuff now. Just don’t forget about your old man. You haven’t needed me in such a long time. And with that man, you won’t anymore.”

“I’ll always need you. He doesn’t know how to change a flat tire.”

“But you do. This is as it should be. That man is going to love you, take care of you and your baby, and his grandfather, and I’m just going to be your father.”

“The father I want at our house when we have our little nuggie. They’ll need you daddy. Ransom will, too. He’s never had a father. He had a grandfather. But he’ll need you,” he stops you right in front of Ransom, and the sound that releases from your mouth is pure joy. “But I need him.”

“Yeah, yeah. Here’s my daughter. Take her away, but thank you for not taking her too far. And for making her dreams…all her dreams come true,” with a lingering kiss to your cheek, he steps back to sit with your mom, and you just want to hold Ransom. He hated this. Hated being up in front of his family making him vulnerable. If you could wrap a shield around the two of you, it’s exactly what you would do.

“Our vows are just for us, Ran. I’ll hear them later, babe,” giving him a wink, you reach towards his hand, holding it so tightly in yours while the officiant goes through the most simple and sweet ceremony. Anything to keep him comfortable. This was the compromise. Vows that only you and Ransom would hear.

If Ransom isn’t the biggest softie, squeezing your hand gently, while pulling you closer to him. “Is it time?” He whispers with every pause, ready to just kiss you and move on to the party. Repeating his lines, and sliding the ring over your finger.

“Son?” Ransom looks towards the officiant with the biggest smile, “It’s time. You may now kiss your bride. Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. And Mrs. Ransom Drysdale!”

Ransom’s hand wraps around your waist, pulling you tightly up against his hard chest, while you cup his cheek. Kissing him so tenderly, and reveling in the minty taste of his mouth. It was official. He was your husband. The hand on your waist slides over in front, rubbing over your nugget’s tiny little home, and he is unbelieving that this life was his. That he and you were on your way to becoming parents.

“Oh my god, stop kissing,” your dad grunts. You are never going to quit kissing him. Everyday of your life you want to kiss him. Want to love him. Whistles and cheers from everyone else erupts through the guests, but you pull apart smiling up at your best friend.

“I love you, Mr. Drysdale.”

“And I love you Mrs. Drysdale.”

“You know there’s an open bar in the barn,” Harlan looks up at the man who had been lingering outside of the barn the entire time. Never going in. Never saying anything. Just standing there. His eyes transfixed only on you. An expression that was both relieved, and yet sad. “I take it, you know her?”

He nods his head, watching as you peacefully smile up at Ransom, and Ransom’s hand is never far from your belly. Randomly would change the location to rub a thumb over your ring before leaning down to kiss you. “I’m going to have a seat. Care to join? I don’t bite. Normally I conduct these conversations over a round of Go. It is frustratingly packed up in a box, and I can’t get to it. I’m sure you would think it rather odd to have a huge Go board outside of a wedding though.”

“You don’t even know me,” he says, his eyes leaving your beautiful face to look at Harlan as he sits down slowly. Reaching over to pat the bench that Harlan had insisted be put out here for when he needed an extra moment to breathe.

“Do I not? You're fondly staring at either my grandson or his wife. Seeing how Ransom is new in town, it doesn’t take a genius to know that you’re Bunny’s cowboy,” Frank glares over at Harlan, who taps the bench again. “Come on.”

“You should hate me.”

“Why? Tonight is a night of love. I know you see her. Have you happened to look at my grandson? Or are you too busy watching her? Look at how he can’t remove his eyes off her. Sweet love.”

“She looks so beautiful.”

“People often do when they’re in love. There’s a glow to their cheeks. A twinkle in their eyes. And the best part is they can’t stop smiling. A smile that spreads over their entire face. A smile you can see is in their blood. They’re so light and airy. Two people that can’t quit touching each other, smiling at one another, and just being them. She’ll soon bring a baby into our lives, and it’s just as it should be.”

You look over to the exit, worrying about Harlan when you spot Frank. Giving him a strained wave, and you pull Ransom more into you. You didn’t hate him. You hated what he tried to do. Hated that he thought your happiness was worth the risk when he made baseless claims about you and him hooking up.

Frank gives you a nod before turning to sit on the bench with Harlan. His hands running up and down his thighs, “I love her.”

“Loved. It’s past tense.”

“No, I was going to marry her.”

“Did she ever smile at you like that?” Lifting his head up, he looks over to the ridiculously large house of yours and Ransom’s, beyond annoyed that you were living this fantasy life that he could have never provided for you. “If you love her, you’ll let her go. And that’s advice for you. She’s happy, Franklin. She’s married, and carrying my great grandchild in her belly.”

“She always wanted to be a mom. I just thought I was going to be the one that gave that to her,” Frank sighs, turning to look back towards the opening of the barn. Laughter and music spills out, and he looks towards yours and Ransom’s house high up on the mountain. The moon casts the most beautiful silver glow on the home. Reflecting everything into the pool. “I couldn’t have ever given her this though.”

“Did she ever ask you to?” Frank cuts his eyes over to Harlan who pulls out butterscotch hard candies, handing one to Frank. “She didn’t ask Ransom for that. He talked to her sisters. Used her Pinterest. Listened to her stories. That mountain was her dream. Frank, if you ever loved her, you will let her go. Those two deserve each other, and they’re beyond happy. Look at them. You have all night. I’ve seen you lurking. Let her go. Neither one hates you. But don’t come in between my grandson and Bunny again. They need each other. Have a nice night.”

Standing up, Harlan walks back into the barn, bowing his head to you on the way in. You look up at Ransom with a bit of a pained smile. Rubbing your hand up and down his arm as you look at him. “Go talk to him. Tell him to come in and get some food and cake.”

“Ran, you know it’s you I love.”

“I also know there’s unfinished business. You took my last name, and this,” pressing his hand over your stomach, his fingers splay out, and he pulses them on your belly, “This little angel nugget is mine. Ours. Buns, babe, you need this, too,” he leans down, giving you the softest and sweetest kiss on your cheek before acknowledging Frank at the edge of the barn.

Some days you didn’t know if you deserved Ransom or his kindness. Didn’t know how he grew up to be the most kind and trusting people. To you. Love was the only word you could think of to describe it. He loved you enough to trust you with Frank. Even if neither of you fully trusted him.

“You look good, kid,” Frank croaks out when you hold your hands out for a hug. “Care to share a dance with me?” You allow him to lead you onto the dance floor, grabbing his hands to get into position as you sway around. “There’s really a baby in there?”

“Yeah, little nugget. Ransom and I have been planning the nursery. I’m going to paint a mural. Bucky keeps calling the baby a chicken butt. Not to me, but to Ransom.”

“I’m sorry. You were right. You gave me every sign of how unhappy you were. And I…you’re where you belong. I just can’t help but think that I lost everything that I ever wanted today. He gets it all; the house, the baby, and the wedding. Do you ever regret our relationship?” Shaking your head no, you take a peek over towards your handsome husband who was talking to your sisters. Using big hands, and grand facial expressions.

“Why not?”

“I believe everything happens for a reason. I learned what I didn’t want. But more importantly, it gave me the push that I needed to get out of here. Took my ass to Boston, and came back with my best friend. I should thank you. You were the first hurdle to reach Ransom.”

“So, it’s all my fault that you met that pretty boy? Ugh, I guess that means you should tell me thank you. Without me, you wouldn’t have this life. You know, my life isn’t terrible either. Got my National championship belt again.”

“Thank you. Thank you for our happy times, but thank you for leading me to my future. Frank, I want you to have everything you could ever dream of. You. Your dreams. Our dreams didn’t align together. We were just meant to be for that amount of time. But I know, you’re going to find someone, and your lives will fit perfectly together. You deserve that. Thank you.”

“Thank you, Bunny. Now, go on. Start your life with Mr. Perfect over there. Enjoy having him in your life, and the baby’s. Thanks for stealing my best friends. You better watch Steve. He looks like he’s talking Claire up. You know how he is.”

“I know. Claire’s a big girl. I’ll see you around, Frank. Take care of yourself. I won’t be there to mend you back up,” Frank takes a deep breath, before leaning in to kiss you on the cheek. Giving a quick tap to your belly before walking out into the night. Leaving you to watch him, wishing you knew everything that Frank was thinking. He was loved. And you hoped that one day he would find love. But until then, you just wanted Ransom.

The man of your dreams. All you had ever wanted, and then some. Turning back to see him completely stop the conversation with your sisters when he sees you alone. A bright smile on his face when steps away from them. A direct walk right over to you looking every bit the dream you had always dreamed. The man you had wished for so many times, just up on that mountain. His cheeks are brighter than you had ever seen them.

“Mrs. Drysdale, are you ready to spend our first night at home?”

“Yes, Mr. Drysdale. Wait, who has Gucci tonight?”

“Your parents. Harlan is staying with them along with most of your sisters. I think. Claire may be going home with Steve. And I really don’t care about any of them. Our sweet girl is taken care of, and now I’d like to take care of my wife.”

“Okay, Ransom. Let’s drive the Beemer up to our home. Make love until the sun comes up,” There was no need for an official departure Noelle and her husband notice you and Ransom walking hand in hand as you head up to your home. You can’t even stop looking at him. Your long journey was worth all the wait.

Opening up your door, Ransom helps you get in. The party dress is much more manageable than your wedding dress. Jumping into the car, his fingers weave into yours, and he pulls your hand up to his mouth as he kisses along your knuckles. Holding your hand to his mouth the entire time you drive up to the house, giving you the sweetest kisses over your knuckles. Running over to your side as he helps you out.

Your home. It was finished. And you and Ransom wanted the first time having sex as husband and wife to be in your home. Leading you into the house, he turns around, and starts softly kissing along the column of your neck. Walking backwards as he pulls you to the master suite.

“Ran,” you breathlessly say as he pulls you further into the home. “Ran, baby,” his hands slide around your waist as he drags you into the bedroom. Drifting up to the top, connecting to your zipper, “Ransom Drysdale. We have got to say our vows. I promised they would only be for you. But.”

He whispers out your name. Licking his lips as if the sound of your name was the most decadent dessert he had ever tasted, “Bunny, I love you,” he pants out, kissing on your lips again. “I love you in a way that I have never loved before. I love our life. And our life that we made. I never saw myself as a father, even though I wanted kids. The thought of spending my life with someone I couldn’t stand was always in the back of my mind. And now we’re here, and she’s there, and we’re doing this. And Bunny, it’s all because of you. You made me believe in myself, and in us. And now…look at us.”

His hand finds his resting place on your stomach, and that bottom lip juts out a bit, “This is ours, and we made this happen in pure love. You’ll never know how much that this means to me, because you didn’t have to do this for us. I love you.”

“Ran, you’re making me cry, and I just can’t see properly,” raising up on your tiptoes you give him a chaste kiss. Lowering yourself slowly, you give him the most beaming smile. Holding both your hands as you lick the saline off your lips.

“I’m so proud of you, and of us, and of this life we’re making. On our terms because this is what we want. Not because we feel obligated. We created this path and journey, and I can never tell you how proud I am enough. I can never tell you just how much I love you. You never believe me, but I will make sure that my life’s journey is proving to you how worthy you are of love. Of my love, and just how much I want you every day. You were worth every heartache that I had to have to get to this. You are worth every frog that I ever kissed. And you are worth every wish that I ever made in this exact spot. I swear you made them build our bedroom over the place that me and my sisters would lay at.”

“In all those wishes I wanted a man like you. Loyal, kind, smart, protective, loving, creative, handsome, tall, blue eyes, good teeth, loves my family, a good father, my best friend, smelled good, and so much more. It’s like you were handpicked and made just for me. Here’s to the start of forever.”

The thought of not touching him skin on skin is too unbearable, and you run your hand up his chest, around his neck, and pull him down for a lingering and desperate kiss. Cupping his cheeks as he slowly starts undoing the zipper of your dress. His hand drifts down your spine, making you feel all tingly as slick pools at your core.

Your hands go to his shoulders as you push off his jacket. Your trembling fingers move to his buttons as he dips his hand under your dress to grip at your ass cheeks. Getting his buttons done completely before the two of you are left to remove the undone articles of clothing. Stepping out of the dress, you press your body up against his. Heated and aching for each other.

Clamoring at his belt and pants, and when the heavy material drops down, he removes your bra, and wraps his arm around your body, taking the two of you down to the bed. Hovering over you while a hand drifts under the elastic of your barely there panties, “The best part about your pregnancy is you're always horny and wet,” he moans, pumping two fingers into your quivering cunt.

“Shh,” you pant out pulling him back down for a bruising kiss. Biting at his lip gently as he pushes off the back of his shoes with his feet. Pulling down his boxer briefs, and moaning into his mouth when his cock springs free. Thick and heavy, leaking precum on your thigh.

He gives your panties a little tug before he’s lifting off you completely and goes down to his knees. “I want you and I naked all night long. These shoes included,” lithe fingers move over your sticky skin as he pulls off your shoes, taking a moment to remove his own socks. A trail of sweet kisses paint up your legs before yanking apart your thighs.

Sighing when he sees your glistening honey leak from your panties, and coat your thighs. “Don’t rip them,” you choke out, and Ransom changes his motions to drift them off your body. Standing up straight, and you look up at your husband. Statuesque. Your eyes looking all down his front. Tracing an outline of every hill and body that creates his hard torso. Right down to his quaking cock. In need of something warm and tight.

His fist goes around his cock, giving the member a few pumps as your own hand plays with your clit. “Ransom Drysdale you better get over me in this bed, and fuck your wife.”

“I was being sweet and looking at that little pooch of your belly,” stopping your motions you spread your velvety lips apart, letting him see just how wet you are. Letting him see your fingers dip into your tight channel. He needs to hear how wet you are. “That’ll do it,” he mumbles, placing a knee on the bed and it sinks down with his weight.

You keep your legs spread wide to accommodate his thick frame, but his teasing continues. He runs his tip up and down through your slick. Coating his bulbous mushroom with your juices, leaving you whimpering out his name like an innocent girl having sex for the first time.

Staring only into his eyes when he slowly starts to push through your walls. Gaping you open as he slowly slides into your warmth. Becoming one like you have done so many times before, but this feels brand new. His body sinks lower the deeper he goes. Not stopping until he is balls deep, and he settles his weight on his forearms.

“I’m not hurting you?”

“No, Ran. Or the baby. Just…oh my god,” you sigh as his hips rare back, and he fucks back into you hard. “Yeah, I like when you have me pinned down like this.”

“We better enjoy it while we can.”

“Stop talking about the baby as you fuck me. Not this time. Just…yes. Yeah, Ran just like that,” he lets his hips rail into you as he kisses up your neck. Giving your jaw nips as he makes his way to your mouth. Kissing over your kiss swollen lips and swallowing every sweet sound you make as he ruts into you.

Wrapping your legs around him, you pull him completely into you. You want to feel his entire weight on you. Every part of him is yours, and you own every inch of him. Sobbing into his mouth as the pleasure rushes towards your nether regions. He felt so fucking good. Pushing into you with this fervent need. You had the rest of your lives. Right now is complete desperation.

A buildup of being away from each other the night before and that morning. So in love and close enough to touch. Looking like a fairytale dream, but now you could touch him the way you had been craving. Could have him closer to you than any man has ever been in your life, because you let him fully into your heart. Completely into your soul. And he listened to every word. Protected you with every breath that he took, every beat of his heart. He is your everything, and he made sure to tell you daily that you were his.

Ransom snakes his hands down to yours, lacing his fingers with yours before he slams them above your head. Leaving you breathless as the only man you had ever truly loved takes control of your body. Grunting into your mouth with each thrust. The rumble from his chest going straight to your stretched out core.

A puddle in every sense of the word. You, yourself, were a puddle for Hugh Ransom Drysdale, and judging by the echoing squelching sounds in the room, your juices had created a puddle underneath you. A pure love with the most filthy outcome.

“Ran!” You moan into his mouth. Your fingers dig into his as your walls flutter around him. Gulping when your whole body lights on fire. “Ransom!”

“I know,” his voice nearly growls, but he doesn’t change his pace. Doesn’t stop even though his balls tighten up. Saying your name like a prayer when he grabs your hand tighter.

“Ransom, baby…oh god! I’m coming! I’m coming!”

Screeching out in your release when your walls clench down around him. Holding him tightly. Milking him until his warm seed plants deep inside of you, and the both of you moan into the other. He drops your hands, and rolls the two of you over. Pulling you on top of him, but never leaving your warmth. Your fingers explore each other’s skin like the most delicate scientist. Holding him like the precious human that he was.

“Buns…”

“I know, Ran. This is our every day. Every day in this house. Every day with you.”

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Chapter 1

"Is there any particular reason that you can't stand spending any time with me?" I ask finally after an excruciatingly awkward and silent dinner over Zoom. Wondering why my father just couldn't be bothered to see me. Not when I got into Nevermore, not when I got my first award for my art, not when Tyler and his shithead friends assaulted me and I was in the hospital with internal bleeding after they vandalized my mural, not when I and everyone else at school almost died last month because a psychopathic herbology teacher decided to reanimate her bigot pilgrim great-grand daddy.

"Please Xavier, can I be spared the dramatics? I've been very busy, you know this." He says, not even bothering to look up at the camera.

"Clearly, for the last ten years or so." I don't know what I did wrong. My older sisters got time with him.

"Enough with the snide commentary. If all you wanted to do on this call was chide me, this could've been done over text. At the very least that wouldn't have pushed back rehearsals." He whines

"What do you even need rehearsals for, oh Great and Talented Vincent Thorpe?"

"Talent isn't perfection. I hope you take that to heart, winning a handful of trinkets passed off as awards isn't enough to prove any kind of prowess at anything."

I can't help but roll my eyes at that. He wouldn't know what awards I have or haven't gotten, he's never seen them.

"Speaking of lack of prowess, your grandfather will be taking you back to school after the break is done in a few days." His voice coated in derision.

"What?"

"Your mother's father, not mine."

Well no shit, he's dead. "How come?"

"If this is another tirade about how it's traumatizing that I'm not holding your hand at all times-".

"Jesus dad, I just mean how come he's coming around? He hasn't been around much since Mom...you know." He cringed at the sentence, my mother is one of his father's least favorite subjects.

"Oh, I'm not sure. I didn't ask."

"Okay, thanks for letting me know."

"You're welcome. Now, I can't push back production anymore. Your report card was fine, you've been keeping your nose clean at school as far as I know and you ended up being some kind of hero last semester. Good on you for that, son. Anything else I should know about?" He asks uninterestedly

"Nope, you're pretty much caught up."

"Alright. I'll be putting some money in your account for school supplies and whatnot. Don't over do it, like last year..." he says still remembering how much I spent on Bianca "Make sure to call your grandfather and iron out your plans with him. Have a good night." He says and hangs up.

"Good night dad..." I say to a blank screen. I close my laptop and sigh. What did I expect?

I take my plate to the kitchen and clean it off to put in the dish washer. Staying alone at the manor always feels lonely. My father got us a maid but it feels so uncomfortable to have a strange woman washing my underwear and replacing my bedsheets or anything else for me. I'd rather just do it myself. She can busy herself sweeping and mopping or something, it's not like she pays me any mind.

I'll call Grandpa Ron tomorrow, I don't feel like talking to anyone. Well, there's one person, I haven't talked to her since my last day at school.

I can't even begin to wrap my head around what I should feel about Wednesday. Obviously she's not an easy person to deal with, she's selfish, manipulative and abrasive, but she's never pretended she's not. It's not like I didn't know to expect that. She's also brave, loyal and apparently fiercely protective. I don't wanna push my luck with her and make her feel suffocated, I wonder if the phone was too much. I send her a single text the day I got back home. Just a simple "See you when term starts." It hadn't marked at delivered, so either she never turned on the phone or she let it die. I wish I could go to therapy about all this but Wednesday's ex boyfriend killed her so, I'm shit outta luck with that. I haven't found another one near enough to school or home. I can't imagine I'd have an easy time building trust with them if I did anyway. New one might just die on me like the last.

That was crass.

Obviously Kinbott's murder wasn't about me, and her dying was senseless. Like that dick just wanted another body under his belt or Thornhill just felt like killing someone that day. Who knows, but I couldn't ignore that her death while tragic, really sucked for me.

I should just get my supplies and toke up. It's not like my dad would ever know and the help doesn't care one way or the other cause I don't leave a mess. I ran up to the studio and took my stuff out. The stash was still fresh from when I bought some with Ajax from some townie.

Keeping the puff in my lungs for as long as I can, I starts prepping my canvas...

This was a good idea. It had been a while since I'd let myself take a break from my own thoughts.

I painted Bianca. Her bright eyes and dark skin popping from each other. I still had so many unanswered questions about her. Seems minor compared to all the other things that have happened, but it's not nothing. I can't remember much right after meeting her. Getting coffee at the Weathervane before that asshole had gotten a job there and she was there too. We'd gotten the same coffee order and I accidentally grabbed hers. We'd cracked a few jokes with each other and exchanged numbers. Then suddenly I'm in a total fog and she's admitted into Nevermore. I'm paying for all her school supplies, and I don't remember offering, or her asking. Then I'm back to normal, we're chatting, she's joining clubs, making friends, we're bonding over our shared experience in neglectful or abusive parents, then I'm in a fog again and she's Ms.Popularity and we're Nevermore's Power Couple. When Divina told me what had happened after her and Bianca got into an argument, things cleared up. I didn't enjoy breaking up with her, I did care about her. I didn't wanna get her in trouble or kicked out of school either, it's not like she didn't deserve to be there. But I couldn't stand that I'd been manipulated for months. Am I really that bad of a judge of character? I mean, I had Tyler pegged right, but that one was hard to miss considering I'd tasted his shoe and one of his friends almost made my testicles reascend. I never really told Wednesday the whole truth, maybe if I had she'd have gotten it sooner. Violence isn't an issue to her, but bigotry never seemed her style. I partly blame myself for not being entirely honest with her all because I didn't wanna seem like a pussy. Maybe I deserved what happened. The beating, Wednesday ignoring me, the imprisonment, all of it. I could've prevented so much of it.

I'm spiraling. Maybe I should go to bed but painting was supposed to get this off my chest. This? What do I mean this? I wanna talk about a million things, there is no this. Shit maybe I can just text Wednesday's phone number. Kinbott's got disconnected so I get back that error message. Or worse, it could be reassigned to someone new, then I'm just traumadumping on some poor stranger who's probably got their own shit going on. What if they get confused and think they did something to me? What if they actually end up being someone I know that coincidentally got assigned the old number? They could trace back the texts to me if they already have my number. I'd never live it down. I know Wednesday clearly isn't using the phone, so no harm no foul.

"I'm so glad to hear that Wednesday!" My mother said emphatically, gently clapping her hands together.

"We knew you'd love it at Nevermore, Tormentita." Gomez brags "The flesh never falls far from the bone." as he continues his chess match with Thing.

"Yes well, it's not as if any other school in the country would admit me or be able to instruct me of anything new or useful to me. Why waste anyone's time." Not relishing in proving my parents right, I start walking up towards my bedroom.

"Darling, I suppose now would be as good a time as any to inform you of some new developments if you're set in returning." Mother says with my back to her. Turning around I see her looking at my father. "Mon cher, this is more your news than it is mine. You should tell Wednesday."

My father checkmates Thing and smirks "You almost had me old man. Next time." Thing shrugs and hops off to reach his magazine. Facing me he rubs his hands together "Do you remember your Aunt Dolores?" He asks

"Vaguely. She's not much older than me, but she was always busy with school."

"That's right, she's 25." My mother adds "She got her master's degree in phytology. Of course that was basically a formality, she's always known everything she'd ever need about plants."

"I still don't understand how she came to be. Mama Esmeralda and Papa Pancho must've been in their 50s when they had her, at the earliest." I ponder out loud.

"Oh both sides of your family have had abnormally long periods of fertility, Wednesday. Your Great-Grandmama Margaret, had my aunt Celia at 56 years old. Completely baffled the local doctor." Mother adds gleefully.

"Anyway, I bring this up because we've been notified that your Aunt Dolores will be joining you at Nevermore."

"How did that happen?"

"Well, as you know she had that big spat with my parents and ran off when she turned 15. She never really got to experience much time at that school, and despite everything she did love it so there. It was truly a pity I couldn't convince her to keep going there and not disappear on us. Fester tried to nab her and get her to see why they did what they did but to no avail."

"Understandable."

"We thought you'd feel that way." Mother smirks

"I meant more so how did she manage to get hired. They haven't even said they've gotten a new Headmaster or Mistress."

"The board would have to be riddled with complete fools if they pass up on Dolores, even despite her...muddled record." Mother says. She's always had an inexplicable soft spot for her little sister-in-law.

"What was their disagreement about anyway? I've never gotten a whole answer about that." I ask

"It would probably be best for you to ask her directly. We wouldn't want to speak for her." Father explains, shakily.

"Right then, what position will she be taking?" Noting how my father looked away and down when he said that

"The new herbology teacher. Oh, and your new house mother."

"Makes sense, the last one was an incompetent murderer. At least this time the teacher will be adequate. Thank you for letting me know. Will Pugsley be joining me as well?" Would be nice to practice my aim while still at school. He'd have a new selection of road signs to steal from.

"His grades aren't quite up to par, unfortunately." Mother grims "Rather like his Uncle Fester, brilliant but not booksmart."

"Pity. Will I be sent to school with Lurch, or will you two be dropping me off again?" I ask, waiting to turn around to finally get to the solitude of my bedroom.

"Actually Wednesday, you'll be carpooling with your aunt. She's bringing her own car so to not rely on buses and whatnot. She'll actually be fetching you a day or two earlier as she'll need to get situated."

"I thought she had an aversion to driving." I said, remembering how my father had tried to teach her to drive but my grandparents had already embittered her to the idea.

"She eventually got over it, not without struggle." My father winces "She got herself an old, red beetle and she's been using that little thing since she was 18. My parents were furious when they heard, of course I didn't let her know I'd told them. She wanted to be taken as dead to them."

"Can't wait to hear why from the source. When will she be coming?"

"Could you call Dolores about that, Darling? I have to see something about your brother and your father has a meeting to go to."

"A meeting? About what?" My father doesn't work really, not necessary for us.

"Some charity nonsense, I'm not entirely sure if I'm being honest. All I usually have to do is sign a check." My father explains, poorly.

"Fine, could I get her phone number?"

My mother scribbles down on a sheet her ten digits and sends me off. I'll finally have a use for Xavier's gift.

I shut my bedroom door and start looking for my cell phone, Thing has been using it to make a "TikTok" and "IG". I had to resist the urge to roll my eyes every time Enid would send him some asinine little video. I'm sure it's dead now as neither of us remembers to charge it. I find it in the dresser next to my bed, on 5% battery and 27 new text messages from Xavier.

******

I can hear her before I've even seen her. She came in her red Volkswagen Beetle, blaring music from its speakers. I'd hope she doesn't plan on maintaining that obnoxious volume, I can feel the migraine coming on already as she gets out to say hello. 

"Wednesday, looking as malcontent and gorgeous as always." with her ever present smirk on her lips. "Should I come in and say hey to the folks?"

"I'm sure they'd appreciate that, Mother hasn't stopped fawning about you since she knew you'd be my new teacher."

"Ugh, I've missed Tishy. I guess you'll wanna wait out here?"

"I'd prefer it."

"Here then," she hands me the keys, takes off her circular sunglasses and puts them on the neckline of her shirt "roll down the windows and do whatcha want. I'll be out in a few."

"Thank you, I'll be waiting. Thing will also be coming, just so you know."

"Aw, sweet. He owes me the story about the safe," She says, walking inside "besides I'll need me a few minutes to talk to Gomey and Morts about your new therapist situation."

My blood pressure rises immensely as a hear her last little blip.

"What are you referring to?"

She turns around to face me and looks more bemused by my expression than I'd like for her to be.

 "What? Did you think that just because you saved the outcast population of New England from a bigoted zombie, his inept however many 'greats' granddaughter and your ex-boyfriend that everyone would forget you almost killed that normie kid from your last school? Law still applies to ya, dollface. Even heroes need therapy." She says, with her hands on her hips.

"This is waste of time. It's not like therapy did much the first time around, besides get the therapist killed by one of her patients." I feel my grip around the keys start pinching into my fingers

"And shockingly that patient wasn't you." She quips, smirk still on her face before it relaxes slightly "Jesus kid, you're acting like therapy is an actual punishment. Your talking out your thoughts with someone for an hour, get over it." As she turns around to walk inside and Lurch comes out to put my bags in her car.

She waltzes out just as chipper 20 minutes later

"C'mon, we're going from Princeton to Killington, Vermont, with any luck we'll make good time and get there by this afternoon."

"Five hours isn't so bad."

"I'm not generally fond of being extended company."

"Oh please, this little ride along could end up being a nice time for you." She says, getting in the car and starting it "Did you already say bye to everyone?"

"Yes, and I doubt it."

"Dude are you always this much of a downer? Get in."

I get settled inside "This whole happy-go-lucky thing you're doing isn't making you any happier."

"Is that so?" We take off into the path by my home leading to the main road into town.

"Yes. Happiness, or at least satisfaction in my experience is an equation: reality - high expectations. If you expect people to disappoint you, experiences to be subpar and life in general to not excite you very much, then you're never really disappointed." I finish matter of factly.

"Is that really happiness then? Or even satisfaction, as you say?"

"Sure. Can't miss what I never thought I had."

"Spidey, a lot of life is what you make it. If you go to a party, or say, a long car ride, with the expectation or intention to have a bad time then you'll just go, be moody and have in fact, a bad time." She counters, putting her glasses back on to shield herself from the sun coming off the rear view mirror.

"So I'm either right or pleasantly surprised? Sounds good to me."

"It's bad vibes." She says flatly

"It's realistic vibes."

"Expecting everything to be bad all the time also isn't realistic, Wen. There are so many reasons to be optimistic."

"Are you serious?" I ask, knowing some of her past.

"Yes! Life can be a wonderful thing, especially when you're the one in control of how you're living it."

"I can't agree, the natural state of things is chaos. Violence, war, rape, murder, abuse. Eventually we all end up ashes or worm food, the sooner we contend with that fact the better it helps me linger in the good times." I say, diddling the charm on my bracelet with Nero's stinger.

"Wens how often do you think about death?"

"All the time."

"Your family's? Your friends?"

"Sometimes, and it upsets me."

"Christ."

"Oh deliberately his. You can't deny that most things just don't work out."

"The magic of pessimism." She says sarcastically

"Almost everyone is mediocre at almost everything they do. All relationships we have will end, in death or in life. The only way to feel satiated and move on is to lower your expectations and not let it get to you. Optimism is stupid."

"But the stupid, optimistic conviction that things can and will get better by making it so is what makes positive change possible in the first place. If everyone walked around being almost certain that everything's going to shit then what's the point of trying?"

"Trying to what?"

"Trying. Period. Just trying at anything. Trying to be cleaner, trying to be smarter, trying to be faster. There would be no clear point and everyone would just settle and progress would stall."

I can't deny this.

"Spidey, I get that pessimism can feel safer."

"It's not my personal well-being I'm concerned about."

"Isn't it? When was the last time you had real hope about anything? Not deterministic persistence, not stubbornness, not pettiness and not settling because hey this is as good as it's gonna get let's hope it doesn't get worse. Real, deep hope about something. Or, someone."

"I don't like how often you're turning your head to give me sideways glance."

"Wednesday."

"Isn't hope just blind faith in a nicer tone?" I ask

"Yes. Can you answer the question?"

"...I suppose I'd hoped that Eugene would recover despite the odds of surviving an explosion not being great."

"Eugene is the little beekeeper friend you made last term, right?"

"The entomopathist, yes."

"Okay, I guess that's a good example."

"I'm not hopeless, I'm just selective in where I put my energy or hope."

"So with the Hyde thing. We're you betting that Xavier Thorpe was the Hyde or we're you hoping he was so you could say you're a good judge of character."

"I didn't really think it had much to do with anyone's character at all. When I was under the impression that Xavier was the monster, I thought he was doing it without knowing it. Or that he was doing it unwillingly."

"Guess it was an ugly surprise when you found out Galpin relished in it."

It bothers me how well she can gage me despite not having spent much time with me recently.

Most of the information she has must be second hand and yet she's reaching accurate conclusions. We're obviously related, we look enough alike where it's clear by just looking. Not exactly of course but she's small, only two inches taller than me and wears big shoes to compensate for it. Her hair also helps. A big, curly inch of her skull. But still, black hair, black eyes, and her skin is the color mine would be if my vitamin D deficiency didn't leave me with the grey cast palor I like now. A warm tan brown like Father.

"It was unsettling. Albeit certainly made my first kiss memorable."

"I'm sure. Mine was a shit show."

"What? Did the guy have braces and they got caught in yours?" I ask sarcastically, knowing her attempt as sympathizing won't measure up.

"No. His teeth were perfectly straight and white. He'd long past the age where braces would look acceptable."

"Couldn't have been that bad." I shrug off

"He forced it on me."

"...and I'm assuming you broke his teeth in retribution." I add

"Not even close. In the position I was in at the time it would've completely fucked my life up, I showed some disgust and that was enough for me to get a stern 'talking to' from my parents."

"This has something to do with why you ran off."

"Yeah. Well, this and a ton of other shit I don't wanna get into, no use dwelling on what's done." She mutters that last part.

"I'm never having kids."

"Pfft, me neither kid. Pregnancy and childbirth alone sound like a Lovecraftian nightmare."

"Hm...well when you phrase it like that..."

We spent most of the ride in relative silence, her music making so that it's not completely quiet but clearly neither of us felt like speaking. She let me control the music for a few hours and surprisingly, she introduced me to new music I actually enjoyed. Genres I'd written off and artists I'd misjudged. I found that I can enjoy some pop, like Shakira's older sound. My aunt is also obviously angrier than she'd like to seem, given how taken away she got by She Wants Revenge. We stopped once for a bathroom break and coffee at a small coffee shop in New Paltz ironically called The Bakery. As eye-roll inducing as the name is the coffee was good and the bathrooms were clean, so we couldn't complain much. She was nice enough to pay. "I'm your aunt and the adult" and other such nonsense being the excuse. Around half way through the ride I pick up my cell phone and text two people to let them know I'm coming. Enid, as we're still rooming together and I wanted to make sure she kept her My Little Pony adjacent decor on her side, and Xavier. Might give him a chance to get his explanation clear about these messages. Altogether the ride went by much quicker than I expected. We'd headed out at 5:04 am that morning and got to the school at 9:50 am. Of course she drives like a mad woman constantly surpassing the speed limit, only pausing for a second at stop signs and hardly getting any red lights helps. Impressive that her car hasn't been totaled.

"So when are the rest of us meeting your aunt?" Enid asks over FaceTime while I unpack, I hadn't realized she wouldn't be at the school for another two days.

"The day you get here, I suppose. Unless you've other plans. I'd introduce you to her now on this call but she's in her room working on the lesson plan, I believe."

"Than to hang out with my bestie and her super cool aunt? Never. Well, except maybe spend some quality time with Ajax."

"Good to know he's still doing well with you."

"Total gentleman, no complaints here. He's been a little worried about Xavier though. I know he's a little moody, tortured artist persona and all. But during the break he barely communicated with Jax, or anyone else as far as I know."

As far as you know is a good way to phrase it, Enid. She doesn't need to know about his messages to me, I'm not even sure how to take them myself. The only thing he responded to me after my text was "Oh, cool."

"I let him know I was on my way here this morning, I didn't get a very enthusiastic responce from. Figured that was just his nature over text." Not even close

"Really? That's surprising. I thought if anyone could get more outta him it'd be you."

"Why's that?"

"No one believes you're that oblivious, Wednesday. His not-so-subtle crush on you? Maybe that's why?"

"Maybe the events last year sobered him up and he got over it."

"Or he's just depressed."

"Also possible. Not necessarily our business though, is it?"

"I mean, it kinda is. We're his friends and all, and most of us know what it's like to not have a whole hell of a lot of support at home. He needs to get it from somewhere." She clarifies

"Wasn't his father with him during this break?"

"Ha, yeah. I'm sure he was a whole lotta help." She says sarcastically

"Wasn't he? Xavier could've died last term." I point out

"Hm, I'm not sure that's all that important to the all too busy Vincent Thorpe."

"Well, that's mildly upsetting."

"Yeah, you could say that. I know he and I aren't close but I know what it's like to feel like the family you were born into isn't the one you're supposed to be in. At least sometimes." I can empathize with that. My parents are the epitome of present, supportive parents. Almost to a fault, that's what makes it strange. In my eyes, they border on intrusive sometimes, and lacking physical boundaries most times.

"I understand. Do you know if he's an only child?"

"Good question. I'll ask Ajax, I'm not sure. I know his mom wasn't his first wife so it's a possibility he's not. Well, I have my flight at 1:00 am tonight so I gotta get going. See ya in the morning, Bestie."

"Goodbye Enid, have a safe flight.”

<a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/50759830">Well Then</a> (69569 words) by <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/users/AliTerren">AliTerren</a> Chapters: 13/20 Fandom: <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Wednesday%20(TV%202022)">Wednesday (TV 2022)</a> Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Wednesday Addams & Xavier Thorpe, Wednesday Addams/Xavier Thorpe, Xavier Thorpe & Wednesday Addams, Xavier Thorpe/Wednesday Addams, Xavier Thorpe/Original Female Character(s), Xavier Thorpe and Original Female Character(s), Wednesday Addams/Original Female Character(s), Tyler Galpin/Original Female Character(s), Wednesday Addams & Enid Sinclair, Ajax Petropolus/Enid Sinclair, Ajax Petropolus & Xavier Thorpe, Wednesday Addams & Original Female Character Characters: Xavier Thorpe, Wednesday Addams, Enid Sinclair, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Original Non-Human Character(s), Ajax Petropolus, Eugene Ottinger, Morticia Addams, Gomez Addams, Tyler Galpin, Donovan Galpin, Garrett Gates, Marilyn Thornhill | Laurel Gates, Vincent Thorpe Additional Tags: Mildly Dubious Consent, Slow Burn, Slow Build, Friends to Lovers, Sexual Tension, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Unresolved Emotional Tension, Wednesday is soft for Xavier, Xavier Thorpe is Whipped, POV Xavier Thorpe, POV Wednesday Addams, Possessive Behavior, Obsessive Behavior, Xavier Thorpe Needs a Hug, Xavier Thorpe switch, Jealous Wednesday Addams, Pining, Yearning, Lonely Xavier Thorpe, Smut, Eventual Smut, Fluff and Smut, Masturbation, Fantasizing, Prophetic Visions, Sharing a Bed, Sharing Clothes, Xavier Thorpe Has Daddy Issues, Xavier Thorpe has Mommy Issues, Xavier Thorpe has a praise kink, Discussion of sexual assault, Discussion of rape kits, succubi, Demonic Possession, Demonic Sacrifice, soul eating, Bisexual Wednesday Addams, Creepy Tyler Galpin, wet dreams, Our season 2, Subby Xavier Thorpe, Sub Xavier Thorpe Summary: New term has started, with it comes new people, new feelings and new duties. Let’s hope the unresolved doesn’t get in the way.(This might be a part one, might make sequels. Also, take this as season 2 if you also miss having Xavier in the show.)

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