#Look at them trying to climb the tree to get to the honey ;3;

[byunpum]

I can be a better father | Part 5 (Ikran)

Pair: Tsu'tey x child-Grow up y/n

Warning: none, cute moments.

Note: Sorry for taking so long to answer the requests. I've had a lot of work these past few weeks, and I really haven't had much of a muse. And if I don't feel like writing, I'd better take a break so I can bring you more material. But still….thanks so much for the support!!!

Requests: (anon) Please could you make more chapters of tsu'tey and the children .. where y/n finds a dragon cub just like drogon. Also do one where spider gets an ikran even though he's human. PLEASE !!!

Avatar masterlist | Part 1, Part 2 , Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Tsu'tey placed the last piece of wood to his hut, tightening it tightly against the other pieces. Stepping back to observe his work, this would be enough to keep spider from falling out of the tree hut again. The man had spent all morning preparing a type of ladder so that his human-children would not fall. They were still too small to climb on the hard bark of the tree, well…they could, but he didn't want them to hurt their hands. His children's skin was delicate, he thought asking Jake for help and advice on what he should do would help and here he was…looking at his work. For a first time doing stairs they didn't look bad, or so he thought.

He sat for a while on the floor, resting. He had sent the kids to play with his half-siblings, neytiri would take care of them. And he would have some time off for himself, but all peace of mind was interrupted when he heard the voice of his little Y/N. Turning his head to see his cute baby with an ikran…newborn. Ikran were territorial creatures, so they didn't usually leave their young alone. But here was her little girl, holding the baby ikran in her tiny arms. Well what she could hold, the creature was much bigger than she was. But Y/N was holding it lovingly, walking swiftly towards her father.

"Sempuuuu, look what I found!!!!" shouts the child. Tsu'tey didn't know how to answer, his mouth was open. He had so many questions at this moment, how on earth had she taken that. Tsu'tey gets up from the ground, running towards her daughter. The creature screams, and moves into her daughter's arms.

"Baby…how? Where did you get? By my eywa" speaks tsu'tey trying to calm down, reaching out to touch the baby ikran. But the baby tries to bite him. While his little girl laughs out loud. "I found him….his mom went and left him. I'm going to be his new mommy" Y/N speaks, hugging the child more. The little girl's tiny body sways backwards trying to control her balance. "baby…we must return this baby to his family, we can't take care of him. He belongs with his family" tsu'tey tries to explain to her little daughter that the little ikran belongs with his own kind.

The little one's face turns to one of distress, pouting. By this time the creature had already cowered in Y/N's arms. "sempu…he is alone, we could take care of him…as you have taken care of me and spider" Y/N speaks, oh no those words have crushed tsu'tey's heart. He was weak when his little girl spoke to him this way. Tsu'tey sighs, he didn't want to hurt his daughter's feelings. He fixes Y/N's hair a bit, apparently she had been doing a lot of mischief the last few hours. Her hair was quite a mess, some loose braids and tangled bits of hair.

"Honey…he must be with his own species" tsu'tey starts to speak, but his daughter interrupts him. One of her small hands, touches his forearm. Her little eyes were teary. "But we are not of the same species and you are our father, right?" The little girl speaks, leaving her father speechless again. She was right, he had decided to adopt them and take care of them no matter where they were from. To tsu'tey they were his children, and always would be. Reaching over to give his little daughter a kiss on the hair. "He can stay" tsu'tey watches as her daughter begins to jump for joy, while the creature jumps with her. "but only until he can take care of himself" tsu'tey orders, the little girl accepts all excited. Hugging the baby ikran tightly. Tsu'tey had to admit that ikran babies were not something he was happy about, they were noisy and difficult to take care of.

It was very strange that he was alone, so he decided to investigate the whereabouts of the mother of this creature. And after a week of failing in his search, he proved his daughter absolutely right. Apparently the mother had left him, and she had no one to take care of him. The little ikran had one wing bigger than the other. It was not much of a difference, but this was surely the reason why he was left. Tsu'tey was happy to see how his daughter was taking care of the baby, sleeping with him. Hunting for the little ikran to eat. She looked so cute, with her little bow hunting any creature smaller than herself to give to her baby ikran. The bigger the creature grew, the stronger the bond Y/N had with her.

As the years went by…while other youngsters had to train an ikran, bond with them. And create a connection. Y/N was already flying the skies of Pandora, with taw. So she decided to name her ikran. A beautiful ikran, blue and pink in color. This surprised a lot of people, humans are not able to create bonds like the na'vi do. It created a lot of doubt and curiosity among the na'vi community, humans could have more feelings than they thought.

While the other boys were trying to bond with the ikran, even the sully boys. Y/n was calmly petting her ikran. Tsu'tey watched them curiously, himself wondering how this was possible. Watching as his daughter, hugged the creature, and the ikran closed her eyes with love and a calmness that seemed like something magical. As if the two of them were one and the same person. "You know…having that kind of bond…it's something unique and special" tsu'tey says, with some mockery in his tone. He was rubbing it in jakesully's face, that his daughter had gotten an ikran first and more effectively than his sons. Jake pouts, but laughs. "I remind you that she is my daughter too" jakesully speaks, laughing as he sees tsu'tey stand up straight. Pushing him a little, and walking away from jake.

Tsu'tey walks towards his daughter, touching her hair. The girl looks up, giving her father a big smile. "Sempu…taw is more beautiful every day, don't you think so?" the girl speaks, seeing how her daddy looks at her with such admiration and adoration. "You're amazing sweetie" tsu'tey says, seeing how his little girl giggles. And she answers him with a ' I know'. Sitting down together to watch the training of the others.

[neteyamssyulang]

☫ Hunted by Desire ☫

☫ Pairing: Jake x Neytiri x Fem human reader ☫

☫ Based on this request ☫

☫ Also for the sake of this let’s just say that humans don’t really need exomasks anymore, they use shots to breath Pandoran air which lasts for awhile ☫

☫ Background: Your mates wanted to try a little roleplaying with you, how could you refuse?

☫ Warnings: Darkish, Predator v Prey, Dom Jake, Dom Neytiri, Sub reader, Fingering (R receiving), P in V, Oral (N Receiving), Knife kink, belly bulge, Breeding kink, Creampie.

☫ Total word count: 1395 ☫

☫ Translations: Nìprrte -> Gladly, Lu a tsìltsan tawtute sì rä'ä säwem ayoe -> Be a good human and don’t fight us, Po lu nìftxan narlor ma’tìyawn -> She is so beautiful my love, Kehe, oe new ne ewku her 'awve -> No, I want to taste her first, Nafì'u a tsìltsan 'eve -> Such a good girl, Ftang, oe new tsonta sur the hì'i tawtute -> Stop, I want to taste the little human, Oe 'en tsal lu nì'aw muiä -> I guess it is only fair, Fìtxan kalin -> So sweet, Paskalin -> Honey, Ma'tìyawn sweyn her mi for oe -> My love keep her still for me, Pom oe -> Kiss me, Lonu for ayoe sevin 'eve -> Release for us pretty girl, Srane, oe new tsal, Yes, I want it, Kalin 'eve -> Sweet girl.

☫ A/N: Well here it is, I’m hoping this meets your expectations anony! Enjoy <3

It was supposed to be a nice night, you had your ex military uniform on while you walked through the forest with Jake and Neytiri stalking from the shadows.

They planned each move with precision, Neytiri swiftly moved through the trees while Jake moved along the ground hiding in the shadows of eclipse.

You know they're watching you, waiting for the right moment to attack. Quickly you sprint down a pathway leading to one of the many lakes on pandora.

That's what seals your fate, you hear Jake's footsteps somewhere behind you and branches above creaking from Neytiri jumping on them now.

They know you can't outrun them, your just a small human. But they want to keep with the chase so they let you keep running.

A minute or so pass before your being pulled and pinned against a tree, Jake's dagger pressed against your neck "Well well, look what we got here." He smirked.

Neytiri climbs down from the tree grinning at you "Ma'Jake, let us teach this human a lesson for crossing into our territory."

"Nìprrte" Jake says before pulling away still holding his dagger in hand "Lu a tsìltsan tawtute sì rä'ä säwem ayoe."

Your brows furrow at what he's saying, Neytiri takes this chance and using her own dagger she cuts your uniform off leaving you in just your panties.

You mentally curse yourself for not wearing the bra but shit it gets hot in your uniform. Both na'vi stare in awe at you "Po lu nìftxan narlor ma'tìyawn.." Neytiri murmurs.

Suddenly Neytiri cuts off your panties and pushes you onto the ground, you fall on your ass with a thud but before you can get back up Jake is ontop of you kissing and licking at your neck.

Small moans escape your lips as he trails wet kisses down your body, Neytiri tugs at Jake's kuru as soon as he reaches the mound of your pussy "Kehe, oe new ne ewku her 'awve."

With a groan he gets up allowing Neytiri to take his place between your legs, your breath hitches as she licks a long stripe up your folds.

Two of her long slim fingers prode at your entrance before sinking into you, "Nafì'u a tsìltsan 'eve" she purrs. Her fingers curl inside coaxing out a small whimper from you.

She sets a teasingly slow pace admiring how your slick is drenching her fingers "Please..more.." you look at both of them with pleading eyes.

Neytiri stilled her fingers before pulling them out and leaning to sit up, she was about to put them in her mouth when Jake grabbed her wrist "Ftang, oe new tsonta sur the hì'i tawtute!"

"Oe 'en tsal lu nì'aw muiä" she grins as Jake lifts her fingers to his mouth sucking your juices clean off, "Fìtxan kalin."

Neytiri moves to settle herself behind you while Jake now gets on his knees between your legs, tewng already discarded. The woman behind you holds you in place as the man runs his cockhead up and down your slippery folds teasingly.

Your hips buck up to try and take him but are immediately held back down by one of his strong hands "Stop moving little one, you'll get what you want."

Jake presses his tip against your hole slowly pushing inside now, the stretch burns making you uncomfortable. Sensing your discomfort Neytiri leans her head down to your neck pampering it with kisses while running her hands up and down your sides slowly.

Once your more relaxed he keeps pushing till bottoming out, a prominent buldge can be seen in your stomach. "See that Paskalin?" He smiles ghosting his hand over it.

Your eyes drift to your stomach seeing the buldge, Jakes eyes drift to Neytiri "Ma'tìyawn sweyn her mi for oe", The woman nods shifting so her legs cage you in and hooks her arms your thighs keeping them spread.

Jake groaned as he pulled himself till the tip was just in then slammed his entire length back into you making you scream. His pace picked up with each thrust he delivered into you, Neytiri let one of your thighs go to grab Jake’s jaw forcing him to look at her.

“Pom oe” she purrs and he happily obliges leaning more forward to capture her lips with his, in the process his cock drives deeper inside you making you whimper.

His heavy balls slapped against your ass as he felt your dainty hands claw at his sides. Neytiri broke off the kiss panting slightly before running her free hand now up your body to your chest kneading your left breast.

Not wanting the other to feel left out Jake leaned down capturing your right one in his mouth suckling on the nipple. Your moans fill the area as a coil starts forming in your stomach threatening to burst at any moment.

Feeling your walls clench around him Jake releases your nipple trailing wet kisses to your neck “Lonu for ayoe sevin 'eve” he purrs.

Not needing any more confirmation your body shook as you came around his cock, a silent scream leaving your lips.

“Good girl” Neytiri murmurs nibbling on the left side of your neck. Leaning her head back up her and Jake exchange glances, with a nod she gets carefully moves laying your body fully onto the forest floor.

Removing her loincloth she throws it to the side before climbing ontop of you facing Jake, her glistening pussy directly above your face.

Neytiri slowly lowers herself down onto you, sucking in a sharp breath as you immediately dive in. Jake takes the opportunity moving one of his hands to grip the back of Neytiri’s neck pulling her into a deep kiss.

Their tongues fight for dominance which Jake wins, he swallows her moans while angling his hips to hit directly into your sweet spot. Your moans vibrate through Neytiri’s pussy making her ears pin against her skull.

Your tongue runs up and down her folds before sucking harshly on her clit coaxing out a small cry from the woman. She tastes so sweet you almost cant get enough.

Feeling his own orgasm approaching Jake moved his kisses from Neytiri’s lips to her neck panting. His fangs ghosted over her neck, finding a good spot he bit down hard but not enough to draw blood.

That was enough to drive Neytiri off the edge, her hips grind down onto your face riding out her high as you greedily slurp up her juices.

Removing himself from her neck Jake returns his attention back to you, his hands now firmly grip your hips pulling you to meet his harsh thrusts. Neytiri lifts herself off you moving to lean against the tree while still keeping her gaze on the both of you.

“Fuck babygirl..” he moans looking down holding eye contact now with you “Gonna breed this little pussy, make you round with my child.”

You let out a small whine clenching around him, the male chuckles softly “You want that little one?” , “Wanna be my little breeding bitch?” Jake moves one of his hands to grab his dagger now placing it against your neck.

“S-srane, oe new tsal” you mewl arching your back slightly, he grins leaning down to the crook of your neck, “Cum for me kalin 'eve” he whispers in your ear.

With one final firm thrust you cried out squirting on him, your body squirming from the immense pleasure. Holding you still Jake groaned finally releasing his seed deep inside you.

You drifted in and out of consciousness now, Jake carefully pulled out of you moving to grab the small cloth and bowl of water from Neytiri that she got from the small satchel you always carried.

Being as gentle as he can be he cleaned you up as well as Neytiri before doing himself. Neytiri pulled out spare clothing from your bag which was just a shirt, panties and some soft pants.

They both dressed you before moving to dress themselves, Jake now layed down on his back pulling you close so your head lays on his chest. Neytiri carefully layed behind you curling her tail around one of your thighs.

“You did so well for us little one” Neytiri says softly kissing the back of your head, “We’re so proud of you” Jake chimes in with a soft smile.

[cowgurrrl]

Love you writing - so I have a request please! Joel taking the twins and Sammy trick or treating. Him just trying to wrangle 3 wild nuggets. I image the girls in this scenario being like 4/5. I also love the ideas of the girls being little weirdos and just picking odd costumes like the Nun or Michael Myers. They have of course never watched either movie.

I love this!! I changed it around a little but this idea made me giggle. Thank you for the request and the sweet words 🥺❤️

I’m Just Ken

Pairing: rockstar!joel miller x actress!reader

Summary: A Halloween fashion show with the Millers [~700]

Warnings: horror movie characters, delusion, a surprise at the end

“What is my daughter wearing?” You ask unceremoniously as you walk into the bedroom. Joel is sitting on the edge of the bed, pulling his boots off, and he chuckles at your question like he’s been waiting for it all day. 

“Your daughter picked out her own costume at Spirit Halloween and wouldn’t take no for an answer.” He says. The insinuation that it was your stubbornness that passed to Violet and put you in this situation is not missed.  

“So you let our four-year-old buy a Michael Myers mask and jumpsuit as her Halloween costume?” 

“You didn’t even see what the other one picked out.” He laughs, and you scrub a hand down your face. 

“Joel…” you sigh as you walk back down the hallway to ask Sophia to show you what she picked out for Halloween. Sure enough, she comes up with a black robe and a Scream mask. 

“Me and Vi are gonna match!” She exclaims from behind the white, permanently screaming mask. You take a deep breath before crouching down to her level. 

“Baby, do you know what this mask is from?”

“No, but look!” She smiles as she pushes a button, and fake blood spills down from the top. “Cool, right?” Her excitement is heartbreaking, and you don’t dare to tell her no. 

“Very cool, honey,” you say. “There weren’t any other costumes you saw there that you liked?” 

“No, I like this one the best, and I get to match with sissy.” Almost as if on cue, a tiny Michael Meyers walks into the room, giggling like there’s no tomorrow. Normally, this would be any parent’s nightmare, but you can’t stop yourself from giggling right alongside them. 

“Alright, c’mere, you little freaks.” You say as you wrap the girls up in a big hug, smooshing their masks in the process. The girls snuggle into you before chasing each other around in the weirdest, cutest horror movie crossover you’ve ever seen.

“Mommy, you didn’t even say anything about my costume!” A voice whines from the doorway, and you look up to see Sam in a Mario costume, mustache and all. The snort leaves you before you can stop it. It’s insane how much he looks like Joel with the Mario stache on. Thank God Sammy isn’t fazed by your laughter and runs over to hug you, too.

“You look so handsome, bud!” You kiss his cheek. “You didn’t want a scary costume like your sisters?”

“No, those are way too scary for me!” He shakes his head like he’s proving his point, and you laugh again. 

“Did Daddy get a costume, too, or just you guys?”

“Daddy did get a costume.” Joel’s voice is the next one in the doorway, and when you look up, you cover your mouth with your hands and do your best to hide your laughing. There before you is your life partner of a little over a decade dressed as Mojo Dojo Casa House Ken, complete with the minx and everything. The kids all laugh and run over to Joel, climbing him like a tree, which he takes in stride. You knew Joel loved the Barbie movie— he loves anything you’re in— but this is a new feat. 

“No way they were selling that at Spirit.” You say as he tickles the little Mario and Ghostface. 

“They weren’t. I texted Greta bout a month or two ago and asked her if I could borrow it.” 

“You just texted one of the most successful female directors of our time and the woman who has signed my paychecks to ask if you could borrow a costume from a billion-dollar film?” 

“She thought it’d be funny.” 

“Mommy, are you gonna be Barbie again?” Violet asks excitedly, and you laugh.

“I guess so.”

“Sublime!” Joel yells. Halloween isn’t for another couple of days, but you wouldn’t be able to tell with all the screaming costume-clad children running around the playroom. They’re obviously excited, but once Daisy comes into the room wearing bumble bee wings, it’s over. The kids and Daisy run down the hallway, trying to “catch the Daisy Bee” and leave you and Ken alone. 

“You are absolutely ridiculous.” You say, but you’re smiling a little too big for it to be believable. 

“There are worse things.” He says as he leans down to kiss you, but you put a hand on his lips before he can.

“I love you, but I’m not kissing you while you’re dressed like my coworker.” 

“I’ll change.”

“Good idea,” you smile as he turns to leave, but you grab his hand before he can get far. “But if you happened to skip putting a shirt back on, that’d be cool, too.” 

“Whatever you say, Barbie.” 

TAGLIST: @abbyhaslongshorts @kiwiharrykiwi @sumsworldz @myloveistoolittle @anavatazes @marantha

[thegreenthepeacetheorange]

Everlark (The Hunger Games, Ch. 3-4)

Gonna bullet point my observations so I don't end up rambling like my first post:

it's just so funny how katniss thinks peeta is crying as some sort of strategy. like girl, he's just been chosen to take part in a death game where he will most probably die. poor survival strung girl struggles with her emotions evidence #16237371

her noticing that him "hauling bread trays around" have made him broad-shouldered and strong. she wants to climb him like a tree, change my mind

chapter 4 is particularly interesting:

it's crazy how immediately katniss and peeta fall into being a team and acting like a team. looking after haymitch, exchanging glances, mocking/teasing effie, dealing with haymitch etc. it's always "we" "us" "our" "peeta and i"

katniss is scared by peeta's kindness, and it's clear he's already "worked his way inside [her] and root[ed] there" long before this train journey (THG, 60). - While she loves and values Gale as a friend, it's clear he's not exactly kind or motivated by kindness so I think her tether to them is much weaker. I'm also struck reading that Gale and Katniss's friendship comes off as very transactional, obviously based on the nature of their lives in district 12

his father's cookies exploding in the dandelions. she's never getting away from the dandelions or the bread boy

i think katniss and peeta really mirror katniss's parents in many ways. obviously the whole merchant kid falls in love with seam kid thing but here katniss mentions the apothecary book her mother had and how her father added other entries to it - similarly to how her and peeta do in catching fire and at the end of mockingjay. the book is like like a labour of familial love and it's interesting that peeta will end up being a part of it when katniss still considers him 'a friend.'

katniss's preoccupation with peeta's "bruised face" - almost as if it unsettled her to see this person, who she deep down valued a lot, hurt

katniss mentions the "hardness" in peeta's eyes at haymitch's rubbish advice and i believe that truly thrilled her (she talks about this intensity he has later in CF)

katniss setting a knife onto the table between haymitch's fingers after he punches peeta. already in protective mode and she doesn't even know it

again, katniss thinking peeta has some big plan to win is so funny. like no honey, he's planning your win! she wants so hard to believe that all the kind things he's done are just his strategy, she's trying so hard to convince herself of that. and peeta is just there

[angryschnauzer]

As Sweet As Honey - Chapter 3

Summary: Finding a new life in a new town, you stumble upon a Honey farmer at the town market. You both have pasts that have shaped the way you now live your lives, but can you find a way of putting them behind you to find happiness?

Pairing: ‘Lucas’ Syverson x Female Reader

Fandom: Henry Cavill, Sandcastle (Movie).

Ongoing Genre: Fluff, Angst, and Smut

Warnings: Slight Angst, Talk of a car accident in the past, Anxious Sy, Mild Embarrassment, First Date Nerves, Kissing

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Wordcount: 4346

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Chapter 3

The water levels were rising, a steady flow coming in through the door seals. With the car hanging at such a precarious angle your full weight was pulling on the seatbelt, holding you in place. Your mind was hazy, and as you reached out for him in the driver's seat he slapped your hand away;

“Don’t touch me!” he spat out, the venom in his tone one you were used to. 

You shook your head, trying to stop the loud buzzing in your mind, the water continued to flow higher. The cold crept in, it was up to your knees now, the hem of your dress was dark where the river was encroaching.

The car shifted on the rocks, the icy waters surging with snow melt wanting to push you further downstream. Blue light flooded the windows. You wanted to scream but knew it would only be greeted with more venom. The car shifted again, metal on stone…

And you were awake. You were safe.

The soft light of the new day came in through the window, the light drapes softly moving in the breeze. The room was warm, but you were drenched in a cold sweat. 

Pulling the twisted covers off you sat on the side of the bed, your heart racing. It had been a long time since you’d had a nightmare like that, months at least. The events of four years ago were something you’d been able to finally put behind you with the relocation to this sunny little town. You’d moved on, built a new life. Taking a deep breath you stood and stripped, heading into your bathroom and the custom steam shower you’d had installed. Turning the heat up as high as you could bear you washed away the sweat and any last lingering memories of the icy water of your dream, scrubbing yourself clean and getting ready for your day.

-

As the work week rolled along you were busy with deadlines, updating papers and writing new requests. Sy had been on your mind non stop after his visit at the weekend. You’d texted back and forth, and you’d been avidly watching his social media, enjoying the regular updates on his businesses’ day to day life, and the promise of dinner at the end of the week, this time his treat. You’d put the nightmare behind you and had dived head first into work, getting well ahead of schedule with your workload, so when an invite for coffee with a good friend had come through you didn’t feel the slightest hesitation to down tools and agree to meet her.

Tamara was already sitting at the open window counter when you approached the coffee shop, looking out as the warm breeze blew along the tree lined main street. Through the trees you could see the old town water tower up the small hill behind the coffee shop, the decades old wooden structure now used for little more than water for the flower filled planters that lined the streets, the town water system updated meaning the tower was no longer needed to add water pressure. It looked rickety as hell with the wood now a dull faded grey and the painted town name barely visible, but it was part of the town and seemed a fixture that would be there forever.

Waving as you entered the coffee shop you ordered your drink before joining Tam at the window, climbing onto the high bar style stool;

“Hey”

“Heyyyy” she replied, stretching her greeting out which wasn’t normal and it made you pause.

“What?”

“How was your weekend?”

Scrutinising her face you saw she had a slight look of amusement on her face;

“It was good. What… what’s going on?”

“Oh, it was only good?”

“Tam” you said, getting frustrated

“Okay okay, i drove by your place at the weekend to return those books i borrowed”

You looked at her, knowing what she was hinting at;

“And you will have seen Lucas Syverson cutting the lavender for his honey business”

“Oh” She looked a little deflated and turned back to her drink, stirring the straw to let the ice cubes clink against the glass. She took a sip as you continued;

“But he asked me out”

Tam’s drink caught in her throat as her brain processed what you said. 

Tamara was one of your oldest friends. You’d bonded in high school and had ended up at the same college. After you’d graduated you’d drifted apart, she’d moved to a small town for a Veterinarian job but you’d had other reasons to stay on in your college town. After the accident she’d reached out and invited you to stay with her, giving you the chance to put thousands of miles between you and the trauma. 

She’d helped you get settled, find a realtor and even signed as a guarantor on your mortgage. In the last year she’d been lightly encouraging you to consider dating, but hadn’t pushed you, so the news that you’d not only met someone by yourself but had arranged a date was the best news she’d heard in years.

-

Sy paced the room, glancing at the wall as he chewed on the side of his thumb. The sound of tyres on his gravel driveway drew his attention to the incoming visitor, watching as the big truck pulled up and its owner came to a halt and quick ran up the steps of the cabin, not waiting to knock and walked straight in, only pausing when he saw Sy;

“What’s wrong?! Are you ok?!”

Sy held up two shirts;

“Which one?”

Walter paused, closing his eyes and pinching the ridge of his nose;

“Excuse me?”

“Which One?” Sy repeated, holding the shirts in turn up to his neck.

“Sy… you got some explaining to do… I was busy…”

Sy took a deep breath;

“I have a date”

“A date?” Walter cautiously repeated

“And you weren’t busy, you were still trying to build that damn racoon trap”

Walter took a deep breath. He knew what his natural response would have been. His cousin calls him on a rare day off, it's something that he’s put so much thought into and still can’t come to a conclusion. So he does what he does best; problem solves.

“Where are you going for the date?”

“Antonios on Main Street”

“What date is it? First, Second, Third?”

“First”

Walter crossed the room and plucked both shirts from Sy’s grasp;

“Neither of these, you’ll look like a lumberjack” he rooted around in the closet and pulled out a dark cotton button up shirt with long sleeves.

“Walt…” Sy started

“I know, you’ll get too hot. But not if you leave a couple of buttons undone on your chest and roll your sleeves up once you’re sat in the restaurant. Girls love that shit”

Sy plucked the shirt from Walter’s hand, pulling it on and buttoning it;

“How did you suddenly turn into a chick magnet?”

Not turning to Sy, Walter started to hang the discarded shirts back in the closet;

“They dig my big magnum” as he tapped the gun hanging in its holster on his belt. Even off duty he still carried it.

Sy coughed and muttered something along the lines of ‘bullshit’ as Walter spoke;

“The girls at the Station, they talk, and they don’t know I listen. They spent 45 minutes last week instilling the virtues of a man’s hands, and how if they say ‘you’ve got nice hands’, it doesn’t just mean that you have nice hands, it means they’ve fantasised about those hands doing things - good things - to them. We had some average guy come in to install fibre optic into the bullpen to upgrade all the computers, halfway through the job he stopped and carefully rolled his shirt sleeves up. I have not seen so little work going on at any given point since they pulled an ice cream truck up outside last summer”

He turned and saw his cousin standing still, arms held out expectantly;

“What’d’ya think?”

Walter nodded;

“Looks good, but unbutton one more, girls like a bit of chest hair”

Sy did as Walter suggested, before turning to the mirror and smoothing the dark shirt over his chest;

“It looks ok? Doesn’t stick to my gut? I’ve put on a few pounds since the last time I went on a date”

Walter crossed the room and clasped a hand onto Sy’s shoulder;

“Man, you look fine. Who is the lucky lady then?”

Sy went on to explain how he’d met you, and his trip to your house with the lavender and how you already loved Akia. At the sound of her name she came trotting over and gave his hand a small lick before sitting down at his side.

Walter nodded to the furry friend;

“You want me to babysit?”

Sy looked at the big brown eyes staring up at him;

“It should be ok, I’ll only be a couple of hours”

“You’ll be longer than that if you’re going to Antonio’s. The food is good but on a Friday night they can take a while. Plus it’ll be nice if you take her around the park, the Mayor just installed a bunch of lights and it looks all pretty and shit, girls love that stuff” Walter crouched down and roughly petted Akia; “You want to come to Uncle Walters for the night girl? Want to help me chase racoons?”

The dog immediately got to her feet, wagging her tail before she ran off and came back dragging her blanket from her basket;

“I think that’s decided then” Walter smiled as Sy let out a sigh; “You’ll do great”

-

Holding the mascara wand you were debating whether to add another coat to your lashes when there was a knock at the door which made the decision for you. Putting it back into the tube you twisted it before placing it on the table, running to the door and opening it quickly with a smile;

“Sy!”

“Wow, you look stunning” he stepped in and pressed a small bunch of red roses into your hand, resting his hand on your hip as he gave you a kiss on your cheek.

You felt the heat rise to your face, unfamiliar with a man giving you such a compliment, stumbling a little at your words;

“Th-thanks… i’ll just go put these in some water”

A few moments later Sy was holding the door to his truck open as you climbed up, and you were somewhat regretting wearing heels and a dress as you hadn’t counted on the fact the truck was considerably taller than you were used to. 

The ride into downtown was fairly quick, and the pair of you made small talk as Sy searched for a parking spot before finally finding one half a block down from the restaurant. He got out first and quickly rounded the truck, opening the door for you and offering his hand. Turning in the seat, taking Sy’s hand and resting your other hand on the door handle, and you tried as elegantly as possible to slide out of the seat until your feet could touch the asphalt below. However mid slide it became clear your plan had a flaw in it, your dress pulling up your thighs but with gravity in motion you were sliding further;

“Help!”

It took a second for Sy to realise what was happening, but he thankfully closed the gap and shielded you from the view of the sidewalk;

“What’s happened?” he asked, his body close as he did his best to avert his gaze from your now exposed thighs. You’d grasped at the hem of your dress, trying to pull it down to cover your panties.

“My dress has caught on something” you went to look over your shoulder but couldn’t turn without showing him - and everyone on the street - your ass. 

“I can go around the other side and unhook you?”

As he went to step away you grabbed his arm and pulled him back;

“No! Everyone will see!”

He nodded;

“Right… you’re right…”

He moved towards you, pressing his body to yours as he looked over your shoulders at the situation;

“Hang on, i might be able to unhook it from here”

Reaching both arms around you, his body fully pressed against yours and you were caged in by his shoulders and biceps. He pushed himself a little closer, his entire body against yours, his leg between your thighs and you could feel the rough touch of the denim through the lace of your underwear. After a few moments of trying to pull the fabric loose he pulled back and gently held your shoulders;

“The fabric is pulled too tight, it needs some slack”

You could feel your bottom lip start to wobble, your throat tight. As the tears of embarrassment started to well in your eyes you nodded as you gnawed on your bottom lip. Sy rubbed his hands over your arms;

“Listen, it’s going to be ok, we’ll get this sorted… don’t cry, you’ll be alright”

There was something soothing about this calm voice, the reassurance that he could be calm even when you were bubbling on the edge of emotional mess. You took a deep breath as you were transfixed by the pale blue of his gaze, before you gave him a slight nod of your head.

“Okay… i’ve got an idea. Brace yourself”

“For wha… ohmygod!”

Without warning Sy had grasped your thighs and lifted you back onto the high seat of the truck. Pushing the door closed he trotted around to the other side before climbing up and leaning over to your seat, pushing your dress out of the way so he could get to the seatbelt clasp. After a couple of minutes of prodding and poking with a small screwdriver that had been in the centre console he let out a triumphant ‘ta-da!’, holding your dress up to show it was now free from being trapped.

“Thanks” you said quietly, calmly taking it from him and lowering it so your panties weren’t completely on display. He softly cupped your cheek and pressed a kiss to your lips;

“C’mon, let me buy you a drink. Do you drink?”

You nodded;

“Yes. I need that”

This time when he rounded the car and opened the door, he checked that you weren’t caught up before taking hold of your ribcage and lifting you out of the truck and setting you down onto the ground. Slipping your hand into his, he made sure you were well out of the way as he shut the door, before the pair of you strolled along the sidewalk to the restaurant.

-

“You just seemed so calm when i was turning to a complete mess” you commented as you sipped your wine whilst the pair of you waited for your food to arrive.

Sy smiled at you;

“Guess it was just old habits, when i was a First Responder the one thing you can’t do is panic. I could see your anxiety was rising and i took control” he sipped at the Non-alcholic beer he’d ordered; “I’m sorry for manhandling you…”

“It was fine! I kinda liked it” the words had slipped out of your mouth before you could stop them, and you felt the heat rising in your cheeks as you watched Sy quirk an eyebrow and grin at you;

“I’ll keep that in mind”

At that moment your meals arrived, and small talk continued as you ate. When the time for dessert came you barely had enough room, Sy letting you choose something for the two of you to share. When the waiter brought over the mini churros with hot honey dip Sy looked at you quizzically;

“Honey dip?”

“I was intrigued what a honey expert would think of them”

Pushing your glasses to the side, Sy unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled his sleeves up, seemingly unaware as you watched him do so. Picking up one of the churros he gently pulled it in half, handing you one piece before you both dipped it into the honey mixture that had small pieces of fresh chilli pepper in it;

“Cheers”

Putting it in your mouth you chewed thoughtfully on it as you let the flavours hit your tastebuds.

“Another?” Sy asked to which you nodded, watching again as he snapped a churro in two and dipped it.

“Thanks” you paused; “You have really nice hands” you complimented as you took the treat from him, the two glasses of wine you’d had making you miss the blush that extended from his beard all the way to the top of his ears.

As you finished the dessert and the meal finished, Sy asked for the check. You went to grab your purse but he held up his hand;

“No no, this is on me”

“Are you sure? At least let me get the tip”

He took a deep breath and smiled;

“Sure”

As you left the restaurant Sy held out his arm for you, watching as you hooked your own through his as he nodded to the small park at the centre of town, surrounded by stores on all sides;

“Fancy a walk to see the lights? Walt told me it looked real pretty”

“Walt?”

“Walter, my cousin. He’s the sheriff”

“Oh, Sheriff Marshall. I didn’t realise you were related”

Crossing the street Sy paused as you stepped up the kerb;

“Yeah. After i was medically retired from the Fire Dept i wanted a new start. Walt had been telling me to come out West and enjoy the quiet life. Didn’t have anything keeping me in the City so i sold up and loaded everything into a U-Haul. Took a long drive with Akia in the passenger seat. Been here just over four years now”

“How long have you been doing the honey?”

Sy picked up some small pebbles from the ground and started to skip them across the pond;

“Been tending to the bees for as long as i’ve been here, their care was part of the purchase agreement for the cabin. Was only when it came to harvest time that i suddenly ended up with 40lbs of honey that i had no idea what to do with did the business start up. My nephew helped me set up with a website and social media, he’s great with all that stuff, he’s a Junior at college now”

“Nephew, would that be Walter’s kid?”

“Yeah, Mike, he’s a cool kid. Thinks he’s god's gift to women, but then so did Walt at that age, that’s how he ended up with a kid that’s in college before he’s even 40 himself”

You laughed as you rested your arms on the railings to the pond as Sy skipped pebbles across the water;

“I cannot imagine Sheriff Marshall as a ladies man. He always says so quiet, or is grumpy as hell. I had to go into the Station to apply for some permits when i had the cottage’s bathroom upgraded and needed to get the utilities company to install a new water main, i don’t think he said more than two words to me even though he was on the front desk”

“Ah, it was probably after a late night of racoon hunting”

“Huh?”

Sy laughed; 

“Walter has this racoon in his backyard. He’s been trying for years to trap it. That little bandit has outwitted our fine towns Sheriff every single time”

You joined Sy in the laughter, watching as he skipped another rock across the water, only this time it skipped into the reeds and was followed by the sound of angry quacking;

“Oops” he grabbed your hand; “C’mon, lets get out of here before we get an angry duck coming after us”

You laughed as he started to walk;

“Us? You were the one that skipped the rock”

“Yeah, but you’re an accessory to the crime, you stood by and didn’t stop me”

“Hey!” your laughter filled the space around you as you hooked your arm through his, falling into step beside him; “What did you think of that honey with dessert?”

“Honestly?” he looked at you as you walked; “You could tell it was synthetic honey, or at least a blend of mass produced honey from bees that get very little wild food”

“You should approach them”

“Who? The bees?”

“No, silly. The restaurant. See if they want to do a collaboration or something? They had a few more local suppliers mentioned on their menu since the last time i went there”

By now you were back at the truck, Sy opening the door for you;

“Do you need a boost?” he asked, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth

“I’ll be fine” you replied, struggling to get your feet up onto the kick plate in your heels and your slightly drunken state.

After trying for a few seconds you felt Sy’s hands on your butt, before he gave you a push and propelled you up and into the seat of the truck;

“You were taking too long, woman” he muttered as he shut the door, grinning at you as he circled the truck and climbed in with ease. As he sat in the drivers seat he leant across the car, his hand reaching behind you and you leaned in for a kiss, pressing your lips to his. The touch was sexually charged and as he finally pulled away he had your seatbelt in his hand;

“I was just going to buckle you up but that was more than welcome”

“Oops”

Once he was buckled in himself he started the engine and pulled away, his hand resting on your leg as he drove.

The trip to your cottage didn’t take long, and as he pulled onto the gravel driveway the security light came on, illuminating the entire side of the house;

“That’s a good light you got there”

“Yeah, got them all around the house, just to be sure”

As he shut the engine off he smiled at you;

“I’ll walk you to your door”

Ever the gentleman Sy quickly rounded the truck and was at your door, this time you were prepared and had swung your legs around to face him, placing your hands on his shoulders as he lifted you out of the truck and set you on your feet. Sliding his hand into yours he turned and walked you to your door. You stood on the porch fiddling with your key;

“Would you…”

Sy looked at the door;

“I would love to come in, but i won’t”

“Oh”

“But it ain’t because i don’t want to. Hell, i want to. But you’ve had a drink, and i’ve got to work the farmers market tomorrow” He stepped closer, resting one hand on your hip as the other cupped your cheek; “But would would very much like to kiss you, properly this time”

You nodded, already leaning into his touch as his lips met yours. His hand on your hip reached around you and grasped your ass, pulling you flush with his body and made you gasp, giving Sy the chance to deepen the kiss. And god damn it that man could kiss. His tongue danced against your own, his hands pulling your body against his as you both swayed, before he turned you and pressed you against the side of your porch. The movement had cause you to straddle one of Sy’s thighs, his hand pulling your leg up around his hip as he wedged his thigh between your legs, the thick muscle flexing against your core.

When you finally had to break the kiss for air you both were breathless, your chests heaving. He rested his forehead against yours;

“I’ve got to go”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Before i end up staying”

“Okay”

He pressed one last kiss to your lips before he stepped back, you couldn’t help but to glance down and notice the sizeable bulge now pushing at his dark jeans. You tried to hide your smile as you turned to unlock your door, hoping he didn’t spot you looking.

As you held the screen door open you turned to him, smiling as you saw him reach out to hold the door as you unlocked the inner door;

“Can I make you dinner Sunday night?” he asked

“Sure, i’d like that”

He pressed a kiss to your cheek and you watched as he walked back to his truck. You waved as he pulled out of the driveway before you stepped inside, locking the door behind you.

Setting your bag and keys down onto the kitchen table you let out a deep sigh;

“I need a cat or something I can tell about my date” you mused to yourself as you ran a glass of water. Just then your phone chimed, and as you checked the screen you smiled;

“Even better”

Dialling the number you kicked your heels off and sat on the couch;

“Hey Tam, you will not believe how my date went…”

-

Sy twisted the cap off the beer bottle, taking a drink as he held the phone between his ear and his shoulder;

“Why are you calling me? Shouldn’t you be ‘busy’?” Walter’s voice was kind as he spoke

“I’m not gonna fuck her on the first date. Plus she’d had a drink, and i got market tomorrow”

“But it went ok? Are you seeing her again?”

“Sure am. Gonna cook her dinner Sunday night”

“Nice. Hey, shall I drop Akia for you tomorrow at the market or at your place?”

“I’ll be at the market from 7am so unless you want a real early start, the market’s fine”

“Sure thing buddy. I’m glad it went well”

“Thanks Walt. Oh hey, guess what she said?”

“Go on”

“She likes my hands”

He could hear Walter sigh;

“I should never have told you that”

“And she kisses real good too”

“You know what, save it Mr Loverboy. I’ll see you tomorrow morning”

Chapter 4 >>>

[jo-harrington]

Request for Hymn's of Heaven! I couldn't decide so I'm gonna submit two 🖤

Fresno Nightcrawler

Oh, I've been stewing on this one for a WHILE. A little...something different. Soft...in comparison to the weird hard one I have coming up the pipeline for your last request... Hope you enjoy. <3

Find Hymns of Heaven here.

And find the Master List for As Above, So Below here.

September 1984

"...no one's signed up yet but I'm pretty hopeful."

"Yeah?"

"And I have a really great idea for our first session."

"That's great, tell me everything!" you grinned and scooted closer to Eddie, head resting on his shoulder while he started painting the picture of Ravenloft.

It was the first day of school. A long and trying day for Eddie.

New year, new graduating class, same old...everything else.

His teachers all recognized him and had some comment to make when his name appeared on their rosters again. So did a lot of the new seniors. His guidance counselor, the same one who pulled him aside and told him he wouldn't be graduating, had sat him down after first period to set some "realistic expectations" for his repeat year.

The highpoint of his day, he thought, would be sitting with the guys at lunch and possibly recruiting some fresh blood for Hellfire, but even then he had needed to fight for their usual table back; a group of nerds had thought "those satanist assholes" were long gone.

He already sat through enough stares and whispers the first time around. Now it was gonna be even worse. He was sure of it.

He promised Wayne he'd try. Promised you too, the two of you even came up with incentives for him to make it through the year; still...he just needed someone to acknowledge his efforts today. Which was why he'd decided to cut the last period of the day--trig, no thanks--and show up at Bradley's to spring you from the tail end of your shift.

You hadn't been hard to convince, hadn't even blinked at the time he'd appeared, and somehow you'd gotten Tim to agree to let you go early too.

"I'm sorry everything sucks," you huffed after you pecked a kiss to his cheek.

You made him stop at the gas station so you could to run inside to get a bag of surprise snacks--an assortment of both his and your favorites--and then he surprised you by parking at the bottom of the new billboard that had been erected by the on-ramp to the highway.

StarCourt - Coming Soon to Roane County

"Course all the days you bring me out here is the day I wore a skirt to work," you grumbled lightheartedly. "Don't look."

"You're acting like it's not something I haven't seen before sweetheart."

"I swear to God Eddie, if you look up my skirt as we're climbing and you fall to your death, I will not mourn you. At all."

Eddie rolled his eyes and gestured for you to start climbing.

Boots clomped up the ladder, one rung at a time, until you got to the top. You were both out of breath by the time you reached the gangway, two kids who had vehemently hated PE enough for it to bite you in the ass during practical applications like this.

But the view was perfect.

The sky was a little ominous with rolling clouds, but through them broke the honeyed light of the sun, which kissed the vast fields and changing trees, and glinted off the passing cars.

You could see for miles.

"Everything looks so small," you giggled as you plopped down and swung your legs over the edge. "I wonder..."

"Wonder what?"

"I wonder if this is what it looks like from Heaven," you finished wistfully.

"Where do you come up with shit like that," he laughed and dropped down beside you. "You know we're both going to hell."

"Ha-fucking-ha Munson."

"What? Sinners have more fun, Ms. Catholic School Dropout. You know that."

The two of you spent hours talking and grazing on snacks as it got darker.

Complained about how shitty your days had been.

You told him about how one of the coolers had gone down overnight and you spent the first part of your shift culling spoiled produce. He kissed your fingertips to prove that the rot hadn't penetrated your gloves, even though you were sure that it lingered on your skin.

He told you about the way he'd been shamed for not completing the summer reading even though no one had told him about it.

"They're the same books as last year, Edward," Eddie mimicked the nasal voice of his teacher. "But you didn't read them then either; great start to your second chance. Asshole."

"I'll march over there right now!" you raged, and Eddie had to physically hold you back from climbing down and walking across town to give Mr. Gibbs a piece of your mind.

Discussed the highlights of the day, as few as they had been.

He regaled you with his plans for the first campaign of the year while you explained how you volunteered to plan one of your coworker's anniversary parties.

"I'll save you a slice of cake if you pick me up after Hellfire on Friday."

"Deal."

"She worked there for 10 years. Can you even imagine?!!"

Made plans for the future.

"I don't even care anymore," Eddie confided in you in whispered tones, like a secret meant for just the two of you. "I don't even...I don't care if I'm a rockstar or a...a mechanic or a traveling salesman, I just want out of Hawkins. I'll go anywhere."

"Trust me, I know the feeling."

"Anywhere...with you," he elaborated.

You turned your head into him bashfully.

"Don't make promises you can't keep." Your voice was muffled against his t-shirt.

"Oh I'm gonna keep it. You and me forever, baby."

Before long it started getting dark and the two of you were getting tired, and while he would like nothing more than to huddle up with you here and escape to dreamland, you reminded him that rolling over off a mattress was much more preferable to rolling off a billboard and falling a hundred feet.

As you got your wits about you and prepared for the climb down, Eddie noticed...someone walking across one of the grassy fields beside the on-ramp.

"Do you see that?" he squinted in the dark and pointed to the pale figure moved between trees. "Who is that?"

You leaned in close to him and followed his finger.

"Yeah, I don't..." you nodded. "Who is that? Where did they come from?"

The light from a passing car shined on the stranger and they started walking faster and that's when Eddie noticed that their gait was a little strange. It looked less like a person and more like--

"I know we didn't smoke," he started. "But...tell me if I'm crazy but does that just look like a walking pair of pants?"

"Shut the fuck up," you narrowed your eyes and then clenched his arm. "Holy shit it does."

"Ok Miss Monstrumologist," he'd taken to calling you that after he'd seen the term in that book he'd found at the flea market. "What kind of creature is that?"

You rolled your eyes at him.

"Ok first of all, shut up."

"I won't."

"Second...who said it was a creature?"

"So a pair of Elvis' pants just...got possessed and decided to take a walk around Hawkins, Indiana."

"I'm sure there have been crazier stories," you reasoned.

"Sounds like you don't know what it is," he joked, but given your tense silence he turned to you with a glint in his eye and a smile growing on his lips. "Are you kidding, you really don't know?"

"It could be some asshole just taking a walk in the middle of nowhere!"

"First real life creature I've seen and you don't even know what it is."

"I guess it could be...a nightcrawler or something."

"You're just making shit up now to save face." He stomped his feet on the gangway excitedly and hollered into the night. "She's a fake, a phony, a charlatan."

"I am not!"

You slapped your hand against his shoulder and he clenched his hands over his heart and wrenched his eyes shut dramatically.

"Wooed me with your knowledge of the supernatural only for it to be...a lie..." His voice dropped to a whisper. "How can I trust you...ever again?"

"Eddie!" He cracked an eye open to see you standing there with a cute little pout.

"Sorry sweetheart," he returned to his regular tone and posture, shrugging. "I had to take my chance where I could."

You rolled your eyes and threw your hands up into the air before he engulfed you in a sweet embrace.

"So," you said after a beat. "What would you like to call your...so-called discovery."

"Frank," Eddie responded without a second thought.

"Seriously?!" you deadpanned.

"...I think Nightcrawler sounded good. The Hawkins Nightcrawler."

[whimsicallyenchantedrose]

Christmas Reruns 2023 Day 22: The Christmas Wish

Merry Christmas if you celebrate it and happy holidays if you don’t!  One of the things I love about Christmas is watching reruns of all the old classic Christmas movies–Christmas is a big time for nostalgia.  A few years ago, I decided to incorporate that tradition into my fandom life and post my CS holiday reruns.  So here you go!  Enough holiday (mostly) fluff to get you to New Year’s Day. (With a new story posting on Christmas Day.)

Word Count: 1849

Other chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32

CS Genre: 5x21 Canon Divergence (beware this one starts pretty angsty)

Notes:  This story was written for my “Christmas with Captain Swan” collection in 2020.

These last three months had been the worst, the hardest and the most painful of Emma’s life.  No contest.  She wouldn’t wish this pain on her worst enemy, not even on the worst villain they’d ever faced.

Three months ago today she’d left Killian in the Underworld after promising to go on with her life, after promising not to put her armor back on.

In the first few days, her time had been occupied with the battle against Hades.   Like with every villain they’d faced, it had taken a team effort, all of them, all of the Nevengers, as Henry liked to call them, working together to find a solution with the least collateral damage they could manage, but they’d succeeded in the end.  What was even more amazing was the fact that they’d definitively defeated Hades without losing any of the heroes (although Robin Hood had only narrowly ducked out of the way before being hit by the Olympian Crystal.)

The town had held a huge victory celebration in Granny’s after Hades’ defeat, and Emma supposed she should feel some sort of satisfaction at their victory, but all she felt was…empty.

Without Killian, it was hard to force herself to even get out of bed in the morning.  Turns out losing your true love felt a lot like having your heart pulled from your chest, only the pain never went away, never stopped, never seemed to lessen.

She tried her best for Henry’s sake, for her parents, who were clearly worried about her, for the promise she’d made Killian, but it felt like she was constantly alternating between aching sobs and white hot anger.  She tried to comfort herself with the thought that Killian had, no doubt, moved on, and that she’d join him one day when her time came, but it was cold comfort when she had to climb into her empty bed every night.

Everything reminded Emma of Killian. Everything.  Maybe one day the memories would be a comfort to her, but for now, they were like a dagger to her heart.

Emma had started going to see Dr. Hopper once a week, trying to work through her grief.  He told her she was doing well, that she was grieving in a healthy way, but if this was what healthy grieving felt like, she couldn’t imagine the dysfunctional kind.

Emma took a sip of her cocoa and looked up at the beautiful Christmas tree in the front room of the home Killian and Henry had picked out for her.  Her parents, Regina, Robin, Zelena and Henry had shown up at her doorstep this morning with the tree, all the decorations, and everything they needed to make enough Christmas cookies to feed the town.  They’d insisted on bringing her Christmas cheer and brightening up her life with the sights and smells and tastes of the season.

“I know this holiday will be hard for you, honey,” Snow said, giving her a big hug after they’d finished and everyone but her parents had left.  “I remember those first few holidays after my mom and then my dad passed.  The joy and excitement of everyone around me felt like a slap in the face.”

“How did you bear it, Mom?” Emma asked through her tears, which had started falling yet again. “I’m trying to be strong, I’m trying to go on with my life, but it feels like a part of me–a vital part–is just….gone, and I don’t even know how to function.”

Snow caressed Emma’s cheek.  “You let yourself feel what you’re feeling, and you give yourself time.  You lean on your family and let us help you.  I don’t want you to ever feel like you need to stay strong for your father and me.  If you need to cry, cry.  If you need to break down, break down.  We’ll be here to hold you, to give you whatever you need.”

She had finally broken down then, sobbing for what felt like hours in her parents’ arms, but when her emotions were spent, she had to admit she felt a little better.  It had been cathartic.

“Thanks,” Emma said, finally.  “For the tree and the cookies and everything.  It really is beautiful.”

David pulled her toward him, hugging her to him and holding the back of her head. “I’m glad you like it.  Enjoy it if you can, treasure the good memories.”

But after her parents left, it didn’t take long before the pain returned.  She’d been looking so forward to the first Christmas she and Killian would spend together as a couple.  She’d looked forward to all the firsts they’d have, looked forward to introducing him to all this realm’s traditions.  She’d looked forward to making Christmas memories and traditions of their own.

But that, all of that, had been stolen from her, from them. 

Emma looked up at the top of the tree, at the bright, shining star.  Her mom had told her that in the Enchanted Forest, they’d had a tradition of making a Christmas wish upon the star on top of the tree.  It was said that if your heart was true, your Christmas wish would be granted.

What the hell; couldn’t hurt.

“I wish–” she began, having to stop and clear her throat, will away the tears that threatened to overwhelm her again.  “I only have one wish.  I wish he was back here with me.”

She waited, but nothing happened.  She hadn’t expected it to, but somehow it still felt like a betrayal.

Emma turned from the tree, threw on her coat and nearly sprinted out the door. Suddenly her house felt stifling, the tree, the decorations, all of it was too much. She had to get out of here; had to be with him, even if “being with him” now consisted of standing before his headstone.

It was a beautiful evening, the wind calm, the snow glistening in the last rays of the sun.  He would have liked it; he’d always had a fondness for snow, though she told him she thought he was crazy for it.  She smiled through her tears as she rounded the corner and then stepped through the arches into the cemetery.  She remembered the day he’d coaxed her out in the snow with him.  She’d been miserable.  It. Was. So. Cold!  But he’d been as excited as a child, and somehow his joy had been infectious.

It had always been that way with him.  He brought her comfort and joy whenever she was with him, had since the very beginning, if she was truly honest with herself.  That’s why she’d been so cold and distant to him at first.  It scared her how much he made her feel.

She stooped down before his grave, laying a flask beside the flowers her mom had no doubt left.  “Hey, I thought you’d like this more than roses.  Thanks for the pages.  Hades…Hades he’s gone now.  It’s done, so I hope you’re in a better place.  I know I should be happy about that, but it just feels like now you’re really gone, and there’s nothing left to do but just–”

The sobs threatened to overcome her again, but with a force of will, she pushed them aside.

“I miss you.”

For long moments she remained there, looking down at the stark letters of his name etched on the headstone.  She should have something else engraved, shouldn’t she?  She should say something about what a true hero he was.  Somehow, nothing seemed appropriate.  How did you sum up how much someone meant to you, to everyone he met, in a few short words?

The twilight was quickly fading into night before Emma decided there was nothing for it but to go home.  She’d no more than turned away from the headstone, when a sudden whoosh, a rush of energy passed over her.

What the hell was that?

“Swan?”

Her heart stopped and then began pounding.  It couldn’t be….could it?

She whirled around, not daring to hope, not daring to believe, but when she was once again facing the grave the most beautiful sight she’d ever seen met her.

Killian!

She raced to him, leaped into his arms, her lips connecting to his in a desperate kiss.  Oh gods, if she was dreaming she never wanted to wake!  She’d missed him so much–the feel of his scruff against her face, the soft, silkiness of his hair through her fingers, his taste, his smell.  Him.

She pulled away, resting her forehead against his as the tears–happy tears this time–streamed from her eyes.

“How are you here?” she asked through her emotions, before surging forward, kissing his cheek, his mouth, any part of him she could reach.

He laughed joyfully.  “It was you, love, your wish,” he said in between kisses.  “For some time, Zeus has been looking for a way to reward us–all of us–for our part in defeating Hades, but until today his hands were tied.  King of Olympus though he be, there are immutable rules surrounding the Underworld.”

“Wait…what?” She asked, before diving in for more kisses.  “Never mind.  I don’t care how you’re here, I’m just glad you’re back.”

They remained standing before his empty grave, one kiss leading into another as night settled in around them and the snow began to fall.

“I am, Emma,” he said finally.  “I’m back, and I’ll never leave you again.  Never.”

She laughed, cupping his cheeks and bringing him down for yet another kiss.  “I’m going to hold you to that.”

Emma took his hand, leading him back to her home–his home too, she hoped–her heart feeling so full it might burst, as he exclaimed in wonder over the Christmas tree whose lights twinkled merrily in greeting.

“I have so much to tell you; so much to show you,” she said, laughing in pure, incandescent joy, as they sat together on the couch before the tree, holding each other close.  “Killian, you’re going to love Christmas!”

He smiled down at her, before leaning down and taking her lips yet again in a long, slow, achingly deep kiss.  “I’ve no doubt I will, Swan, but for the moment I have more pressing matters on my mind.”

“Yeah?” she asked.  “Like what?”

His grin turned mischievous.  “Like moving our reunion to your bedchamber where I can properly–or rather, not-at-all-properly–show you just how much I missed you and precisely how glad I am to be home.”

She laughed, taking his hand and leading him up the stairs.

Her Christmas wish had given them a second chance, and she was determined that she wouldn’t waste a second of it.

NEXT CHAPTER->

[ratsoh-writes]

(With all the RP couple's)

Who CAN'T pick up their S/O... even if they wanted to. Who COULD, but probably won't. And who WILL, without question at every opportunity?

Lol I like this

Honey: he can pick up Nicky, it takes some effort but it can be done. He passes the trust fall test

Cash: can easily pick up edgy. And he quite likes scaring her by sweeping her off her feet when she least expects it lol

Coffee: he can pick up kyra but is he going to? Lol nope.

Pop: he doesn’t look it, but he could pick up E. However he won’t unless it’s for something important like helping her climb a tree

Jupiter: please, he can easily pick up wuilll. And he loves doing it ;)

Rancher: if hazels around, it’s a 80% chance she’s getting picked up. Rancher loves holding his smol wife

Butch: easily could pick up darlin. She barely weighs anything to him.

Snipe: he too can easily pick up darlin, maybe not as easily as butch but it’s still impressive. He won’t though lol

Slim: he’s a mafia, of course he can pick up Kay. And he only does it at her request ;)

Boss: shelly is getting thrown over his shoulder at the slightest hint of danger. He’s got them muscles

Salt: lol, he is not a toughie at all. He’ll pick up Nicky halfway and fall over. But he dies trying. (Honey has an edge from being forced to train with a police officer bro sometimes)

Lush: he’s picking up kei on a daily basis, maybe 2-3 times a day if she has time and is willing to indulge him ;)

Rust: he can pick up gonny but it makes his knees ache the next morning if he holds her for too long. It won’t stop him though.

[lonelyprinceofthedark]

I really feel like a weighted blanket could fix me but also could imagining (warning. OC thoughts dump. I'm getting all of this out.)

Emery, during the bodyguard time, partaking in almost spy like behavior. Eavesdropping, exposing those threatening the crown, taking out the bad guys, etc.

Morgan, being taught how to navigate the entire giant resistance ship and a lot of the machinery on it by Haven. Maybe the oldest sibling (Morgan) can get a small support system going by the older members of the resistance.

The twins (Ellis and Everest) hanging out in the wilderness of their very dangerous planet and just. Living. Seeing the sunrise early, climbing giant trees for a cool view, looking in to the reflection of the multiple moons on a surface of water, seeing non dangerous nature just thriving.

Magni just full on infodumping to anyone they meet and enjoy the company of. This includes all of their siblings and the boyfriend who would totally be baking and trying to keep up with the biology of spiders or whatever they'd be going on about.

The Opaque twins, Nich and Finley, playing puzzle games together involving knowledge on the stars to complete patterns, and generally combining their interests together. Nich teaching Finley coding, Finley going over a rock/crystal collection with Nich.

Elira being a middle child but still getting a whole lot of attention from the four older siblings and the three younger ones. Painting each other's nails, talking on about books she had read, trying to sew up a cute little pillowcase because gift giving is certainly a way to show affection.

Honey and Maroon just hanging out outside, Honey petting a random animal and running around occasionally, while Maroon is just happy to be with one of his fellow triplets while making a nice wood carving of whatever animal that Honey was petting.

Jaxon and Clemmy having race matches where they just get all of the pent up energy out. running until their legs are sore and then they go inside and talk more on Jaxon's writing and any car projects that Clemmy has going on while they both make bad attempts (but not too bad) at cooking something to eat.

Rowan taking Jonah to do a lot of things they do regularly but he never got a chance to. Rowan teaching Jonah simple dances and some nice music they like. Jonah finally finding joy and things he likes while enjoying the company of Rowan. The two being support for each other. Jonah meeting Rowan's family possibly. Rowan's family getting better at talking on the whole emotions thing.

Nathan, Reed, and Issac keep going back to Amelia's haunted theater place even after the first night when they dared each other to sleep there. Hearing more of Amelia's tales rather than just the ones about her death and how she made bad decisions in life. Amelia giving the three boys tips on really living, and things to do that she sadly never got the chance to.

That is all my mind has right now relating to the OCs I think you know most about in case you read these. I actually hope you'll be able to make sense of this, I was just dumping out the nice fluffy thoughts.

Yes;!!! You can also tell me about anyone else!!!

I read all of these, even if I can't respond to them all <3

[crinkled-emotions]

“Can you please come and get me?”

hi would i be able to request this for bradley and amelia? i loved every interaction you’ve written between them!!

I'm in the mood for *festive* one shots, so here's one where Amelia has to go to her dad's for Christmas and she promptly decides it's a bit shit.

For the sake of this one shot- her dad is still in San Diego. Amelia isn't particularly fond of him but there's nothing she can do to get out of it. Well, so she thought.

There’s some hand-wavey stuff but y’know. Hand wave and get over it.

My dad thought the scene this gif is from was the funniest thing ever. I think he may have back snorted in the cinema lmao.

"I don't understand; why do I have to spend Christmas with him?"

"We've been having this argument since you were eight, Amelia, and I remind you every year; it's the custody agreement. I can't do anything about it; if I try and tell him no, I could- I could lose you."

Amelia frowned, watching her mother fuss around the bar.

"I don't want to spend it with him, mom! I want to spend it with you and Mav and Bradley!"

"Honey, I don't think Bradley's even coming. He's talking about deployment, Pete is heartbroken about it."

"Mom," Amelia insisted. Penny held up a finger, searching for a bottle of some particular alcohol.

"I already told you. It's the law, sweetheart. There's nothing I can do about it, he'll be here at 3pm at the 23rd."

Amelia tossed her book down, climbing off the chair at the deck to walk out toward the ocean. She took a seat on the sand and buried her head against her knees, huffing. She reached for her phone, frowning at the text from her dad that said he couldn't wait to see her.

That was a lie if she'd ever heard one.

-

Sure enough, Amelia's dad showed up at 3:15pm on the 23rd, jumping out of the car with a million apologies. Amelia sent her mom one last begging look, before turning and giving Maverick a hug. He caught her, frowning.

"Hey, kid, why the long face? I know it blows, but maybe you could-"

"-please don't make me go, Mav."

"I would love for you to stay, and I think it would brighten your mom's world, but unfortunately it's the law that you stay with your father. I'll come and get you on the 26th, okay? Nice and early, we can get waffles and a shake on the drive home."

When Amelia glanced at him, she saw the look of a man familiar with the routine.

"Bradley didn't like going to his grandparents', think it freaked him out, y'know, all the ghosts. They loved him, adored him, but I think he reminded them of their son a little too much."

Amelia knew then and there that he got it from both perspectives.

"Can I call you and mom later today?" She asked. Maverick nodded.

"Of course, kiddo. Look, you have to promise me something, for your mom's sake."

She hummed.

"I need you to be good for your dad. You don't have to be best buddies with him, but please just be civil. Okay?"

"Fine. Bye, Mav."

"See you later, kiddo."

She separated from him and walked straight past her biological parents, climbing into her dad's car and slamming the door shut behind her. Her mom moved away from her dad, leaning into Maverick who had a hand on her back for comfort. Finally, her dad got into the car.

"Hey, sweetie. Are you excited?"

"Sure."

He glanced at her via the rearview mirror, frowning.

"Amelia-"

"-dad."

He got the gist. Shutting his mouth, he started the car and pulled out of the driveway.

-

"I hate that she has to do this, but he won't give it up. I've asked him every year if he would swap, because she's miserable, but he refuses. Says because I get to have her full time, he gets to pick the holidays he has her."

"Surely your lawyer has something to say about it? We've both seen the way she looked at us when she got into the car."

Pete and Penny were sitting on the couch, sipping coffee together as they stared blankly at the tree in the room.

"How long do you think it'll take her to break loose this year?" Pete mused. Penny elbowed him, sighing.

"I think if she breaks out again, he's going to take me back to court. Sue for full custody."

"He wouldn't... would he?"

"He would; trust me."

Penny finished off her mug, reaching for Pete's empty one too.

"Have you heard from Bradley?"

"Yeah, deployment isn't until January. I offered for him to stop by on Christmas Day for dinner and he sounded down for it. He did mention something about him and Phoenix going on a roadtrip but that's not until a couple days after Christmas."

"Are you two going to be okay?"

"Are you and Amelia?"

Pete and Penny exchanged looks, Pete clearing his throat.

"Okay, new plan. We go to the Hard Deck Christmas Eve, dinner Christmas Day, and I'll pick Amelia up at some ungodly hour on the 26th so she's here when you wake up."

"Pete, you don't have to do that-"

"-I do, and I will. She's your little girl."

-

“Amelia, uh, when we get home... there’s going to be someone else there too.”

“Oh, are Grandma and Grandpa coming to Christmas too?”

“Uh, no. It’s... they’re really special to me and I would love for you to meet them.”

Amelia crossed her arms.

“Your girlfriend? Is that girlfriend four or five?”

“Amelia...”

“No, I’m tired of this, I thought it was just going to be us-”

“-she’s bringing my daughter. Our- our daughter.”

Amelia’s throat went dry. Suddenly, she wanted out.

“Pull over.”

“What? Amelia-”

“-pull over. Right now.”

Her father pulled into a fuel station and Amelia yanked her backpack from the seat beside her, hoisting it over her shoulder and stalking into the nearest bathroom. She knew she couldn’t call her mom, or Mav, but there was one person who was left on her ICE list.

“Bradley?”

-

“Nice one, Roos!”

Rooster spiked the ball up and Bob sent it flying over the volleyball net with ease, the pair high-fiving. Phoenix ducked under the net and threw herself into Bob’s arms, tackling him to the ground. Rooster laughed, letting her wrestle against Bob as she refused to admit defeat to the game. Hangman, on Phoenix’s team, grinned as he too watched Bob howl in laughter. They’d never seen him like that but they were thoroughly enjoying it.

“Hey, Roo! Your phone’s ringing!” Fanboy called from where he was stretched out on a lounge chair. Rooster frowned, jogging over to grab it. He saw the caller ID and he immediately felt a pit of dread.

“Amelia? What’s going on?”

“Bradley?”

“I’m here. I thought you were heading to your dad’s for Christmas?”

“Can you please come and get me?”

Rooster glanced at his team, then reached for his t-shirt.

“Where are you? Can you send me your location?”

“I’m- I’m hiding in the bathroom, at a gas station... I don’t want to go, Bradley, please don’t make me- I don’t want to-”

“-okay, okay breathe. Are you hurt, are you in trouble?”

“No, but- he’s... he’s got a new wife, and- and a new baby...”

“Ah, shit, Amelia, I’m sorry. That’s gotta be rough. I’m on my way, I’ll call your mom-”

Rooster heard Amelia gasp.

“You cannot call mom,” she begged, “she’s gonna lose custody of me because I keep running from my dad’s!”

“What are you talking about? If anything, I’d be giving full custody to your mom, clearly you’re not comfortable spending time with your- hey, Nix, I gotta go pick up Amelia. I’ll call you later!”

Rooster waved at Phoenix, still on the phone as he shoved his shoes on and began to jog back up the beach to his Bronco.

-

Amelia locked the stall and crouched on top of the toilet, holding her backpack to her chest. She could hear Bradley on the road, and then her father’s voice at the entrance to the ladies’ room.

“Amelia, you can’t hide from this.”

“I’m not going! You can’t make me!”

“It’s the law, Amelia! You will go-”

“-no! No, I won’t! You can drag me kicking and screaming out of this bathroom and I will run to the nearest police station! I’m not doing this!”

“Amelia!” Her father scolded, but Amelia remained in the bathroom, clutching her phone and her backpack.

“Bradley-”

“-I’m coming kid, hold tight. I’m, uh, maybe five minutes... wait, I’m pulling in now.”

“Amelia, can you please just come out so we can talk about this?” Her father pleaded.

“Bradley...”

“I’m coming,” Bradley said. She could hear the familiar rumble of the Bronco outside, then her father walking away.

“Are you Amelia’s father?”

“Who the hell are- wait a minute. Are you Nick Bradshaw’s kid?”

“Bradley Bradshaw, I think we met when I was a teenager.”

“What are you doing here?”

Amelia bolted from the bathroom, legging it to where she could hear her brother talking to her dad. Bradley caught her gaze and she tilted her head to the Bronco.

“Look, it’s none of my business, but your daughter called me and I’m going to take her to the police station in San Diego, because it’s the right thing to do. You and the cops can sort it out from there.”

“Bradley-”

“-and for future reference, if you have news like a new daughter, I would probably call before the baby’s born.”

Amelia watched him come over to the Bronco. Her father stood in his dust, lost and a little ticked.

-

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Driving on the back roads toward the station, Bradley finally broached the subject. Amelia had sniffled and stifled her sobs for the last ten minutes, using all the napkins in the glovebox.

“Talk about what?” She whispered.

“The fact you hate going to your dad’s, and you apparently have for years according to Mav.”

“He’s just- um. He... he only wants me on Christmas because it hurts mom, and I’ve known that for years, but for some reason... this year, I just- I had enough, and then he told me about his daughter, and-”

“-and you couldn’t pretend everything was okay,” Bradley mused. Amelia watched his moustache twitch and she winced.

“You called my mom, didn’t you?”

“I had to. Your dad could have reported it as a kidnapping, considering technically I’m a third party on your mom’s side.”

“You didn’t- I asked you to come.”

“Amelia, you’re a kid.”

Bradley was firm, brows set as he pulled into the police station. When he pulled off his sunglasses, Amelia could see the way his eyes were just a little damp.

“Look, Amelia, uh- I went through some shit when I was a kid too, and I get where you’re coming from, but the law is the law and your dad has custody for Christmas.”

“It’s stupid.”

Amelia crossed her arms over her chest and Bradley sighed.

“C’mon, let’s go tell the cops. They might not be able to change it, but they can make a note that this is not the first time you’ve left your dad’s. Especially at this time of year.”

-

(6 months later)

“Amelia, when it comes to the holidays, who would you prefer to stay with?”

Amelia snapped to attention, looking up at the judge.

“I would prefer to stay with my mom, Penny Benjamin, ma’am. I don’t feel my father and I have a relationship at all since he left when I was eight.”

“Okay, thank you.”

The judge was quiet for a moment, Amelia grasping her mom’s hand under the table. Glancing over her shoulder she could see Pete and Bradley waiting, both nodding at her with subtle thumbs up. Finally, the judge cleared her throat.

“I think it would be in Amelia’s best interests for her to remain with her mother full time. If her father would like to see her, he must give her mother twenty-four hours notice and Ms Benjamin has the right to refuse.”

Amelia’s jaw dropped and she turned to her mother, throwing her arms around her. Penny caught her, sighing in relief.

“I love you,” Amelia whispered into the hug, Penny tightening her hold.

“I love you too.”

“Oh man, I am so glad that worked out. I think your statement helped, Mav.”

Pete and Bradley appeared from the back, Pete giving Penny a gentle kiss. Amelia hugged them both, refusing to watch her father walk out of the family court room.

She was suddenly very excited for next Christmas.

[what-if-nct]

That anon got me laughing so hard at my English class- the way they were like “you gonna play with my fear, imma show you how it feels” I could understand exactly why they would do that to him! Although I’ll feel bad since he’s really afraid of frogs (which reminded me of that clip I saw of him panicking) but I mean… he kinda deserved it (obviously not in that episode, I meant in this scenario — pretty sure everyone knows already)

Bet he’d be scared of the LGBTQ+ community since the most of them really loves frogs and finds them cute. He probably does, but not in person. I could understand since I’m afraid of rats, hamsters and anything similar to that. I’m especially scared of squirrels meaning that I’d probably pee my pants if I see Han Jisung-

No I’m kidding he’s the only squirrel I trust, but something about these creatures makes me feel hella uncomfortable. Don’t worry, I’m not scared of Sandy from SpongeBob or any cartoon squirrels, this only applies to if I ever see one in person. This is because when I was younger back in South Korea (about 4 years old), I used to play with my cousins at a shed since they used to live near the countryside. There was one boy that was 8, another one who was 6 and the only girl that was 3. We all basically looked after her so if she was to cry we would literally climb up a tree to give her an apple to eat or help her get her stuff from there since they had a neighbour bully who liked to ruin the fun for everyone. Btw he was about 8/9 but we’re not going to talk about him for this story (unless if you’re interested let me know)

So at the shed, we were playing hide and seek when we heard the girl crying. We followed the sound until we found her looking traumatised. She was screaming “rat” in Korean but since I didn’t speak it, the eldest boy (the 8 year old one) tried to translate it for me but by the time he finally found the word, I already saw it. So him and the second eldest (the 6 year old one) both tried to catch it and when they did instead of killing it they decided to keep it and named him “Kwan.” We kept the creature at the eldest boy’s room and we gave him food, water and even some toys to play with. In the background, the girl wasn’t happy we didn’t kill it so she ended up snitching behind our backs.

That night, the father told us to hand him the rat and we did just that and what happened next really traumatised me because he gave it to the family dog and he basically killed Kwan. I remember crying about it for days with my cousins whilst singing songs that reminded us of him. Although the eldest recovered much better than us, I was left scarred remembering the blood that was all over the floor that day. Mice and squirrels are very similar animals since the father would say that the dog would kill any animal that would come to the house.

And… yeah. Hopefully Hendery doesn’t bring a random rat to my face or I’d definitely put a frog on his face and see his weak ass trying to climb away from the scene.

I remember how scared he was during their show in China and he couldn't even do the whole obstacle. And even though Lucas was also scared he still protected Hendery who was the most scared. So in that case it was not deserved poor boy. But if he does use others phobias against them then honey, you deserve it, though I couldn't I'd still feel bad. But my goodness, that is so traumatizing. Like he couldn't of just drove you guys to the park and released it. Like you got emotionally attached to the little guy and watched it get murdered. That's so traumatizing for a kid. Completely understandable to fear other rodent like creatures. Like what the heck. Me and my sister always had hamsters but my sister killed one by dropping it and I told her now the hamster is going to haunt you in your sleep I was 7 and she was 6 so she believed me but was not too scared. Then we had a family of hamsters in a giant fish tank, honestly if it was just one hamster in a huge fish tank that would actually be perfect hamster care but this was the 00s we didn't know they couldn't live together. But my sister poured water in the tank and drowned them. She didn't want to see them swim she wanted to drown them. She also said she killed our mom's dog by pouring bleach in the water. Then we both had to see a therapist. I wasn't traumatized by the hamsters but I am slightly scared of my sister.

[chelleztjs18]

Hello you mrs. lady robin hood honey nut cheerio lefty eyebag 😅

Uh oh, hopefully it is just the allergies and not the flu or anything else. Maybe it's closing up because of the pine stuff??

It's really just a big box that was from the new stuff I got for the new place lol I'm trying to do new things so that I'm not always just playing on the switch.

Yeah, it was alright. And yeah it was the ex wife, mother of the cats 🤣 the tables have turned, I feel like I always sleep before you hahaha

So speaking of part 3. I think everyone, and I mean everyone wants to know where Yelena is! Also, just to clarify, Natasha was with R for almost a year then? Or just a few months?

Ah, I did see something about that thing with living together if people aren't married. It's crazy, but I agree with you. People are still too narrow-minded and set on traditional stuff.

That reminds me, you said not a lot of people know you are bisexual right? Not even your sister or your cousin?

Yeaaaah I asked you if music influences your mood or something like that 🤣

-CuriousGeorge

Hello hello you sleepy head righty eyebag..

Yeah, i hope so too..😊 n it might be because of the christmas tree because it's near the door of my bedroom.

A big box for them to climb or hide?

Haha yeah true. U always fall asleep before me.. sleepy head. 😅🤣

Haha about yelena, i hv nothing to say.. i leave it up to people what they wanna think about it 😁 what do u think?

N yes, it has been almost a year that Nat is with R.

Yeah.. i true.. i forgot someone or my friend was surprised when i said that i agree with couple live together first before they get married.. they kinda give me a look. 😅🤣 n i was like "what? would u rather go through a divorce after a few years of marriage because u cant get along living together?" 😆😅

Yeah nobody in family knows,just my sister.. i kinda came out with her but we never really talk about it after that.

Aaahh yeah i forgot about that. Sorry! Haha. Yes musicinfluence my mood, especiallly when im writing.

But alsoooo, sometimes i listen to type if music that match my mood. What about u?

Next question?

Cheerio!

[sicklexclaws]

It’s official. Oscar would be absolute SHIT at climbing.

Oh goodness, there’s a video too ;3;

[the-cooler-kira]

Can i request caesar spending time with his wife (reader) and his 3 children? I heard caesar always wanted a family.

Famiglia || Caesar Zeppeli x Reader

cw: female reader, pure fluff, Italian

summary: caesar spending time with his wife and children

MASTERLIST

It was a beautiful day in Rome, as usual, and you were sat on a wooden bench in your garden, watching your three children play and waiting for your husband to return from his outing with his best friend.

Leonardo, your oldest son of six years, was pretending to be a king in their tree house. It was built for all of them, but he spent the most time in it as he was the only one who could properly climb and often wanted to get away from his younger siblings.

Zaccaria, the middle child that was four years old, was playing along with his older brother. He couldn't climb that high yet, so he pretended to be a dragon that was threatening to burn it down...only he had some sticks, not fire. Had it been fire you would have intervened. Obviously.

Dafne, your youngest child and only daughter of two years old, was sat on the grass next to you and drawing as best as her little toddler hands would let her.

"Mama! Look what I did!" Speaking of the girl, she got your attention and pointed to the piece of paper she was drawing on. "It's you and papa!"

"Aww, it's amazing honey," you complimented her new work of art and offered her a warm smile. Granted, it wasn't actually that good but you weren't about to break the girls heart. Plus, it had sentimental value and shows how much she loves her parents. How adorable.

"When is papa home?" She titled her head, looking like a curious puppy.

"Very soon, hun. You should show him the drawing when he does get back," you suggested.

"What drawing would that be?" Right on cue, your giant of a husband emerged from the kitchen door.

Dafne yelled in excitement: she always preferred spending time with her father, not that you minded. It was very entertaining to watch the Caesar Zeppeli endure his youngest child climb all over him, as he was a mountain in comparison to the tiny two-year-old. She would often fall asleep in her father's arms. He might not admit it, but you as his wife and his children are his weaknesses. If one of his children want something, he'll end up giving in and giving it to them.

"Papa!" She got up and ran as fast as she could towards him. When she reached him, he picked her up and spun her around in a delicate hug.

"Padre's home!" Leo shouted, finally declining from the treehouse with a grin that stretched to his ears. 

"Welcome home, darling." You stood on your tip-toes to peck your husband's cheek, earning a simultaneous 'eww!' from your children. Their reaction only made you and Caesar laugh.

"What have you all been up to today?" He asked, his radiant smile growing wider in the comfort of his own family.

At his words, your daughter wiggled to get out of his grip and find the drawing she had just made for the two of you. Meanwhile, Leo and Zac were telling their game of pretend like a real story. They even provided their sticks for swords as evidence, complete with dramatic actions that they thought were awesome.

"Papa, look!" Dafne regained her father's attention with a shout.

Already knowing what she wanted to show him, you said, "I think she has something for you."

Caesar looked at you with an amused expression, then looked down at his daughter to see for himself. "What is it, piccola farfalla?"

"This!" She shoved the piece of paper into his much larger hands.

Trying his best not to accidentally tear or crumple the paper, he gently took it from his daughter's tiny hands and analysed it, immediately recognising it as a drawing of himself and his beloved wife. What mainly gave it away was the headband he still wore sometimes, along with the bubbles surrounding the two of you, and the giant red heart in between the sticks figures.

He stood there for what felt like a while. In reality, it was only around thirty seconds. While your husband was near having a heart attack, the rest of you stood there silently waiting for him to say something, anything.

"This- this is so cute! Thank you, Dafne."

Her innocent and starry-eyed expression only made his heart swell more.

“These kids are going to be the death of me,” he mumbled, leaning down to rest his heavy head on your shoulder. 

You chuckled softly and kissed his temple, taking in the sweet scent of his blonde hair. “Always so dramatic.”

----

Later on, after dinner, it was still fairly bright outside despite the sun setting as it was the middle of summer. You decided to take a stroll in a nearby public park with your husband and children. 

Of course, the boys being boys they insisted on bringing their toy swords with them to continue their game of make-believe... or to find an excuse to hit each other. You initially said no, but Caesar allowed it considering his aforementioned weakness.

You were carrying Dafne on your hip as she got tired surprisingly quickly when you noticed Zac was lagging behind his brother, his small feet dragging on the ground as his back was slumped. You exchanged a concerned look with your husband when you both realised the four-year-old was muttering and ranting to himself, his fake wooden sword dragging just behind his feet making a scraping noise. 

Caesar realised you were still carrying your only daughter, so he easily caught up with the middle child. “You ok there, Zac?” 

“No,” he whined. “Papa, I’m tired. I wanna go home.” He stomped his foot and nearly fell over due to the quick movement and sudden impact.

"Aw, come here, cicalone." He crouched and gestured for the child to get on his back. Zac complied, but not without continuing to mumble to himself and earning a fond laugh from the both of you. 

He soon fell asleep on his father’s back as the calm, subtle movement and the ambience of the peaceful park was able to lull him. If his fluttering eyes wasn’t enough to show he was dreaming, the senseless smile that was large enough to display his dimples was enough evidence. 

You drank in the sight of your son on your husband’s back: you couldn’t be more grateful to be married to Caesar. Not only is he such a nurturing father, he’s also a loving husband. He would do anything for you and your children. You were glad he’s able to be the father he needed when he was younger, and that your children are growing up in a healthy household. 

“What are you staring at, tesoro?” His gentle voice made you realise you were staring for a while.

“Am I not allowed to admire my family?” 

“Ever the romantic.”

“Don’t act like you’re not. Remember when we first met?” You began, taking note of the subtle blush forming in his defined cheeks. “The letters, the flowers, the jewellery-”

“It obviously worked, didn’t it?” He cut you off with a low voice, smirking, briefly displaying his hand that carried his wedding band. Forever a reminder of one of the happiest days of your lives. 

“Of course it did. How could I resist a man like yourself?” You got unbearably close to his face.

“You tell me, cara mia.”

You both leaned in, sharing a sweet kiss... until you heard a loud ‘eww’ from underneath you. Oh right. You forgot you were still carrying your daughter, who was still awake. How her exclamation didn’t wake up her fast asleep brother was beyond you, but it did gain the attention of Leo who was walking slightly ahead.

He turned around and realised so he also decided to yell out of childish disgust. "Schifoso!"

He took after his father a lot, and those similarities included comments in Italian. Leo was always looking for ways to impress his dad so he would often speak in Italian and find a new word almost every day.

"Just like your mother: dramatic." Caesar joked.

"Hey!"

Your son only rolled his eyes at this interaction and continued walking. He might seem annoyed, but deep down it warmed his heart knowing his parents were happy. That's all any of you needed: for each other to be happy.

----

"Goodnight, mama."

"Goodnight, Dafne. Sweet dreams," you whispered after turning on your daughter's lamp as she couldn't sleep without a light on just yet.

You kissed her forehead as she snuggled further into her soft blanket. Most of her face was covered, but you could tell she was content.

Walking out, you crossed paths with Leo who had just finished brushing his teeth. That was another trait he inherited from his father: independence. As soon as he learned how to do something by himself, he would never ask for help. You were proud to have a capable son at such a young age, but he ended up inheriting his father's stubbornness. Sometimes, you wish he'd ask for help when he needed.

"Goodnight, Leo." You pulled him into a warm, motherly hug and kissed his forehead like you did with your daughter.

"G'night, mama." He rubbed his eyes and yawned before retreating to his bedroom, quietly shutting the door behind him.

You smiled fondly before walking to Zac's bedroom. He was already asleep as your husband had tucked him in, but you still wished him goodnight.

Finally making your way to your shared bedroom, you spotted Caesar already in bed and waiting for you. He was stretched across his side of the bed, the moonlight perfectly illuminating his god-like features. You weren't sure what you had done to make him fall for you, but you certainly weren't complaining. Why would you?

He looked up at the sound of the door opening and closing, a smile forming at the sight of his gorgeous wife. The way the moonlight reflected in your eyes, your figure being lit up by the full moon as your features were seemingly more angelic than usual.

"Come warm me up, mia carissima moglie." He mumbled.

"As you wish, bello." It was momentary, but you noticed how he froze up at the Italian nickname. Is this how you felt every time he spoke in his mother tongue towards you?

"Good girl." Now it was your turn to freeze up, earning a laugh from your smug husband.

Wordlessly, you got into bed and nuzzled into your husband's side, your arm resting on his chest while your leg was thrown over his vast figure. Your head rested in the crook of his neck.

You looked up at him, meeting his emerald eyes, and kissed him on the cheek. However, he wasn't satisfied so he gently took your chin between his thumb and index finger, tilting your head and bringing it closer to his. He rested his forehead against yours, before kissing you slowly. It was full of passion and unspoken words, sometimes actions spoke louder than words and this was one of those times.

You didn't want to, but you had to pull away for air.

"I love you so much, (Y/N)." He muttered, still sweetly holding your face in his calloused hand.

"I love you so much too, Caesar." You smiled despite feeling like putty in his hands.

"The way you say my name is dangerous, tesoro."

"Go to bed."

----

"Mama, papa! Help!" Those words would alarm any sane parent.

"Zac's on the floor and he's not waking up!" Panic was evident in Leo's voice, he was only six years old so how was he supposed to help his four-year-old brother? He didn't know what to do! He didn't know what was even happening. Why was he on the floor? Why was he breathing so quickly? Why was this happening? He doesn't recall this happening to him, or his parents, for that matter.

Of course, you and your husband were up in a flash to see for yourself what happened. When you reached his room it finally hit you what was happening: he was having a nightmare, and for the first time no less.

The thud that sounded through the house had woken up Dafne, and being the curious toddler she is, she wanted to see what was happening.

"Mama and papa were gone," he cried. His tears shattered your heart, so you wiped them away and reassured him that you and Caesar weren't leaving anytime soon.

When you were able to calm him down from the shock and the adrenaline, you suggested letting him sleep in your bed so he'd feel safe.

You went to say goodnight to your children once more, but Leo and Dafne were exchanging awkward looks.

"Do you want to sleep in our bed too?" You asked, knowing full well that they were jealous. A trait they had all picked up from both you and your husband.

They nodded their heads slowly, almost embarrassed.

"Come on then." You opened the door wider so they could get in. They were quick to get comfortable between their guardians.

"Buonanotte, famiglia." Caesar mumbled. You could barely see him, but you could definitely hear the grin in his voice.

"Goodnight!"

It can get a little chaotic at times, but you wouldn't trade your famiglia for the world.

[drabbles-mc]

Tay, how drunk would you have to be to hook up with the sons and Mayans? Can we get a list of that breakdown??

You send me this glorious ask, on Mayans Tuesday and a day when I have been catching up and listening to hours' worth of Theo and Kim on their #ReaperReviews podcast?? What a glorious day. 🥰

How Many Shots under the cut!

Jax Teller:

3-4 shots solely because I need a little liquor in me to not shoot down any man who smirks as much as he does

Young, floppy-haired Jax is in 3-shot territory because I'm a sucker for a boy with a baby face.

S6/S7 Jax with bruises and cuts on his face is 4-shot territory because boys who are a little banged up make my mouth go dry stop me in my tracks in the best way

Opie Winston:

3 shots for the confidence. That man is 6'4 and I am 5'2 and don't get me wrong I am ready and willing to get destroyed but I really gotta get out of my own head for that.

The things I would give for this man to toss me around like a rag doll??? I'd risk it all.

Just let me pull on his hair that's all I'm saying. I'll climb him like a tree the way he deserves.

Juice Ortiz:

0 shots, 0 alcohol at all because I'm grossly, disgustingly in love with him

Those head tattoos don't scare me when he's got a baby face and a smile like that

I will take care of him and I know he'll take care of me the rest simply doesn't matter. Soft boy and also love of my life.

Chibs Telford:

1 shot to have the confidence to talk to him, 3 more to get out of my own head for the rest of it

Let me be clear I think it would be an experience, and one that I would be up for, for sure.

The accent alone would paralyze me. And that accent saying dirty things?? Nope. My brain would short-circuit.

Happy Lowman:

Most of that bottle gotta be gone

I talk a big game but sober me would crumble the second Happy made prolonged eye contact with me. I'm weak and I think that's why I go for boys with baby faces 😂

But I do wanna know what the Tacoma Killer does behind closed doors so if I gotta juice myself up with liquid confidence then so be it

Herman Kozik:

1 shot to shake off the nerves and tell him what he can do with those muscles 😌

Tig Trager:

Pushing my alcohol intake limit just to be ready for whatever he's down for

I'd be down for damn near anything but you already know that it's gonna get wild with Tig and like I said before I talk a big game but ya girl is only a slut when I write fanfic so I need a minute and some shots to prepare myself

Also refuse to cross the line and get blackout drunk because you know you need to remember that experience lmao

EZ Reyes:

2 shots to have the guts to make eye contact instead of staring at the veins in his arms

Pretty boy with big muscles and a nice smile???? Honey I'm already sold just take me away. The alcohol is only necessary if I have to initiate conversation. That boy could walk up to me and hold his hand out without saying a word and I would just go

Those EZodiac killer hands can choke me within an inch of my life and I will thank him for it

Angel Reyes:

4 shots he's tall and he's got them rings but he's a messy motherfucker and he's got them fuckboy vibes

I simply cannot be sober and hook up with someone who is a walking, talking red flag

He can hit it but he's gonna be wrapping his shit for once--I ain't helping create more Reyes boys

Bishop Losa:

3 shots for the short king

He's got that good mix of BDE and a smile that just makes your knees buckle. Coherent thoughts?? We don't know her.

He a whole mess though and it would take effort or alcohol to not think about that and alcohol is much less work

Coco Cruz:

3 shots or a few hits off his blunt so I can try to get on the same wavelength as him

I wanna run my fingers through those curls so bad you don't even know dude

He's got that look of someone who has Seen Things (because he has) and for that reason alone I'd need some liquid courage because comparatively ya girl hasn't seen shit lmao

Hank Loza:

2 shots for the confidence because a man with a smile that sweet but muscles that big is an instant killshot for me.

A little alcohol in my system though??? I’d be the one making him blush and I think that’s what he and I both deserve 😌

Creeper Vargas:

0 shots, 0 alcohol because I just simply wouldn’t drink if I wanna hook up with someone who is sober. I will have to get my confidence another way.

He seems sweet though I think we could figure it out just fine

Nestor Oceteva:

4 shots because I’m a pussy and would need at least that much in me to have the confidence to tell that mercenary I want him to fucking wreck me

Plus you just know that he’s not the talkative type and that would fuck with me so bad so I’d need all the help I can get

Let me tug on those braids (or his curls--equal opportunity out here) 🤤🤤🤤

And in the morning I’m stealing those yellow shades as a souvenir. He wants them back?? He can come find me and bargain for them 😏

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Laisse tomber les filles 11

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape; size kink; age gap; manipulation; sexual acts and dubcon, possible untagged elements..

This is a dark!fic and Lee Bodecker x (short) reader and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Synopsis: You find yourself ostracized on campus by your shyness, but your reticence won’t deter an unwanted suitor.

Note: Thank;s for all your patience on this series.

Thanks to everyone for reading and thanks in advance for all your feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 As usual, I’d appreciate if you let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

You just wanted it to be over. The suffocating silence had you paralysed against the seat as the two men roiled in mutual loathing. Lee kept a hand on the wheel as his other kept wandering close to your skirt. You were embarrassed at his lack of shame.

Then it started. The whole seat shook with each kick of Andre’s feet against the back as he stomped the leather like a child. Lee jolted and gripped the wheel with both hands as he glared at the rear view mirror. He growled and cleared his throat.

“Boy, you don’t want to do this,” he snarled, “right now, you got one maybe two charges. I don’t care how rich your daddy is, I can have you at the station for months if I wanna.”

“Blah, blah, blah, you’re just small time, buddy,” Andre hissed, “gettin’ your kicks with college girls. It’s you who should be sitting back here--”

“And what were you doin’, boy? Houndin’ the girl across campus like ya do,” Lee retorted, “I’m tellin’ you one last time to shut your mouth.”

“Lee, please,” you murmured, “I just… please, just let him go and we can… um, be alone.”

“Oh yeah, she sounds real excited for your fat ass,” Andre chuckled.

“Andre,” you turned to peek over the seat, “I’m trying to help you.”

“I don’t need your help…” Andre jutted out his jaw and looked out the window, “...slut.”

The silence pervaded the car again. Lee’s breath gristled in his throat but he said nothing at his cheek twitched. You sat back and hugged yourself as you watched the road through the windshield. The tension strangled you and you just rocked as you wished for it all to be over. You wanted to go back to your dorm and hide under your covers.

The way ahead grew darker and while you weren’t familiar with much beyond the campus, it didn’t seem to be the way to the station. You glanced over at Lee and fidgeted. Trees rose around you and the land plateaued before a long bridge that stretched over a loudly flowing river.

Lee slowed and killed the engine. A shiver crept up your spine as you got a bad feeling in your stomach. You watched him climb out as his weight shook the car. You held your breath, time slowing as you held your breath and watched him open Andre’s door. It was the younger man’s huffs that brought you back to reality.

The sheriff dragged him out and they struggled as you pushed yourself across the seat and got out on the driver’s side. Lee fought with Andre as he angled him around to the railing of the bridge. You followed and saw the dark shadows of the crashing river as it dipped down into a dam.

“Wait, wait,” you grabbed onto Lee as he turned Andre to face the water, “what are you doing?”

“Now, honey, you go back to the car, you don’ need to be out here,” he elbowed you away, “I’m just teaching the boy a lesson.”

“Lee, please, let’s go--”

“Go back to the car now, dammit, woman,” he snapped and you flinched at his tone.

“Fucking pig,” Andre spat, “oh, I’m so afraid--”

“Uh huh,” Lee grumbled and bent and grabbed Andre’s legs. He thrust him up and over the rail, dangling him there as his cuffed arms bent awkwardly behind him, “y’aint scared, I see.”

“Hey, hey, let me up,” Andre demanded, “you fucking pyscho.”

“Now I just want you to think about how you talk to authority, boy,” Lee taunted, “lots more I could do than close you in a cell for the night and give a meal to tide ya over, don’t ya think?”

“You’re fucked,” Andre swore, “get me up.”

“I got no problem lettin’ you up, I just wanna hear it,” Lee snickered.

“Here what?”

“Here you beg,” Lee sneered, “just like this girl’s gonna be beggin’ for me and not you--”

“Lee,” you uttered in shock.

“Honey, now, I won’t tell ya again--”

Lee stumbled back and his arms flew out as he tried to catch himself. You heard Andre scream and ran up to watch him plummet down into the depths, legs flailing and crashing with a terrible splash. You gasped and covered your mouth as he dissipated into the black waves.

“Shit,” Lee grumbled as he stood and came up next to you, “I told ya go back in the car, distractin’ me like that.” He grabbed your shoulder and squeezed, “ain’t ya a good girl? You know how to listen, don’t ya?”

“Andre,” you tried to shrug the sheriff away, “is he--”

“Even if his head still in one piece, he got them hands tied,” Lee tutted, “goddamn accident like that, tragic thing.”

“Why would you do that? Why would you hang him--”

You were stunned as Lee shot his hand up to grip your chin. He forced your mouth closed and pushed you against the rail as he closed you in with his size. He glared at you in the shadow of his headlights, “what are you sayin’, girl? You talkin’ back to me?”

“Please--”

He pressed his finger to your lips and shushed you, “please, nothing, honey. This is your fault. That boy be back on his feet if you weren’t out her naggin’ me. You aint my wife yet.”

“Lee--”

“Sir,” he corrected you and poked his finger into your mouth, “now, they gon find that boy and they’ll call me and I’ll make sure they don’t get a whiff of us. You know kids, into weird things these days, always where they don’t belong.”

You blinked at him as your eyes glossed and pushed another finger into your mouth and hummed, “well, looks like we can get on with our date, honey pie.”

📚

It wasn’t until the lights of the city blurred your tears that you realised you were crying. You were horrified by the man beside you and yourself. You kept seeing Andre falling, hearing his scream, hearing the sharp splash against the water. You imagined the way his bones would’ve cracked and his lungs would fill as he was helpless to escape the flow of the river.

When the car stopped, you winced and Lee grabbed your hand as it balled tightly in your lap. He pried your fingers open and laced his between them.

“Honey pie, I’m sorry I spoke to ya like that,” he purred, “it was only… I was worried for ya. I didn’t want ya to see all that. Just tryna protect you and all that.”

“Can you take me home--”

“Home? Is that small room really a home, honey?” he shifted closer to your on the street and caressed your cheek, “you seen my home, our home. I wanna share it with you.”

“I got school,” you wisped weakly as he let go of your hand and slid his arm over your shoulders, “I can’t--”

“What you learnin’ in that school? You don’t need none of it. History? You can read at home.”

“But I… worked so hard. I wanna learn--”

“Let’s not talk about this right now, honey pie,” he cradled your chin, “it’s been a long night.”

You looked down, too hollow to argue. You didn’t want to marry him, at least you didn’t think you did. You still had another three years of school at the end of the semester and you enjoyed your classes. You might be alone but you weren’t lonely.

“So, you read some?” he asked as his thumb tapped on your chin.

“Yes,” you said quietly, “a little.”

“That first chapter,” he said as he pressed your lip down, “you wanna try some of that?”

Your eyes widened and you gulped. You looked out the window and realised that you didn’t know where you were. You could push him away and climb out but you wouldn’t know where to go from there. And you couldn’t do all that. You were trapped.

“Sure,” you replied and kept from sobbing, there was no other answer he would accept.

“Alright,” he pulled away and stretched his arms across the seat, “like I said, honey, you take the lead.”

You gaped at him and felt his gaze in the dim. The headlights were off and you heard the distant sound of tires. You were all alone in the heart of the metropolis. You rubbed your hands together as you hesitated.

“Your mouth, honey pie,” he breathed, “I been thinking about it all day.”

You remembered the opening scene in the book, the explicit descriptions of the sloppy mess of the act. You inhaled deeply and told yourself not to be you, be the woman in the book, be Delilah, the temptress.

You reached for Lee’s fly before you could snap back to doubt and fear. You tugged at his belt clumsily as your hands shook and you pushed down his zipper. You felt him harden beneath his pants as you did and you sucked in a lungful of air.

Your lips quivered as he groaned and tilted his hips. You pushed his fly open and reached into his briefs. You gripped him and gasped.

“That’s all for you, honey pie,” he purred, “see what you do to me?”

You couldn’t speak. You couldn’t find your voice in your tight throat. You licked your lips and braced yourself for what you were about to do. You’d come this far, there was no turning back.