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lefthandedhotch · 1 year

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hiiiii <333 how are youuu linnnnn🥰🥰🥰💞💞 i hope you're doing very good😚💞 it's almost summer aka hotch at the beach season🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭 EEK!!! i have so many cute silly little beach hotch thoughts AHHH!!!!! so here is one of probably many :D

crying and screaming and shaking over single mom reader and hotch againnnnnnnnnn you and aaron have been dating for a couple of months and have introduced jack and your little girl to each other already so everything feels SO!!! RIGHT!!! and good!!! and sweet🥺🥺🥺 the weather is getting warmer and the kiddos are so happy that school is out for the summer because they both love school and learning, but now they have more time to hang out with each other :D you and aaron kick off the summer and all the playdates (and dates you and aaron will have🥰) your kiddos will have with a beach day!!! the kiddos LOVE the beach, you guys set up an umbrella and a blanket close to the shore so jack and your daughter can search for shells and cool rocks and so they can play in the waves that lap at their tiny feet🥺🥺🥺🥰🥰🥰🤭🤭🤭 they stand at the wet sand and when the waves come splashing in, they squeal and run back to you and aaron, plopping into your laps with soooooo many giggles as your little girl giggles as she snuggles into aaron "the water is soooo cold on my toessssss🤭🤭🤭" aaron grins at you over her head <333 at some point the kids want aaron to come into the water with them and he's got his swim shorts on but he also has a shirt on which is fineee but when you arrived you hoped you'd be able to Stare at his chest that you love so much🥺🥺 as he's about to get into the water, jack whines "daaaaaddyyyyyy :( i got you that shirt for your birthdayyyyy :( please dont get it wet🥺🥺🥺" you snort when aaron looks over at you for help and you shake your head to signal "you're on your own🤭😚" as you sip from a water bottle hehehehe aaron looks at jack's 🥺 face and knows he is weak against his boy's sweet little face so he takes off his shirt and as he walks back over to you to drop the shirt with the rest of the stuff, he chuckles at the 🥰🤩 looks you send his way hehehehe after so much splashy fun (and lots of sneaky kisses between you and aaron) you guys wrap up the day by watching the sunset with two soggy little babies in your laps, sleepily babbling about how much fun they had and how next time, you guys HAVE to bring stuff to make sandcastles😌😌😌 they fall asleep a bit after that and aaron carefully moves the little bug on his lap off so he can start packing up🥰🥰🥰 you two carry the kids (and the stuff) back to the car and on the way home, aaron notices you shivering and he offers you his sweater and you shrug it on and get soooooo cozy in his sweet car, listening to his 70s/80s rock, two cute little sleeping angels in the backseat WAAAHHHHHHH🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞

hehehehe hiiiiiii jess-jess i’m good 🥰 how are youuuu?? 🥰🥰💕☺️ EEEK!!! yay summer and beachy aaron season!!!!!! 🥳🥳 i can’t wait for allllllllll the happy summer hotch thoughts 🥰🥰🥰🥰💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕

WEEPS!!!!!! you and your little girl get up a lil early and get all ready to go to aaron’s apartment with all your beach bags to pick up your hotchner boys so you guys can have a whole fun day at the beach!!!! 🥰🥰🥰 the boys aren’t quiteeeeeee ready yet hehe so you help aaron finish up packing a cooler of yummy snacks and drinks while the kiddos run around and giggle about everything they’re gonna do at the beach hehe and when you and aaron finish up in the kitchen, he tugs you into him with a cute playful grin and gives you a sweeeeeet sweet smooch before you guys go collect the excited little bugs and get the car all loaded up to go!!! 🥰🥰🥰💕💕💕💕

the kiddos are sooooooo happy and giggly the whole time you guys are at the beach, they’re just so excited to be outside and having fun together 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 hehehehe at one point (after aaron has taken his shirt off and you’ve gotten to Stare all you want🥳🥰🥹🥵☺️🤭) jackers comes running back up from the water to Plop into your lap for a little break and some juice, and while you giggle and chat with your favorite little boy you can’t help but watch aaron splash around with your giggly squealy girl in the waves 🥰 when a speed boat or something goes speeding by and making Big Waves come up to the shore, your heart gets soooooo fuzzy and fluttery when you see aaron keeping your daughter steady so the big waves don’t topple her over while she stomps around in the water to make little baby girl sized splashes 🥺💕 it just makes you fall deeper and deeper in love with him whenever you see him being so good to and with your little girl 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 hehehehehehe a few hours later, you and aaron carry your soggy sleepy babies back to the car but before he drives you guys back to the apartment, aaron leans over to kiss you sooooo softly and he murmurs “you can borrow some jammies if you want to spend the night” with the cutest little grin that makes you giggle “you’re never getting those jammies back from me, i hope you know” and he laughs because Of Course he knows that hehehe but he doesn’t care!!!! he just wants you to stay :( and he knows that it’ll be easier for your little girl if you guys can just tuck her in for a little nap at his place rather than trying to get her home and in her bed before she wakes up and gets grumpy 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭 and as you guys drive home as a little family, aaron cant stop thinking that he never thought his life could be this Peaceful and Lovely and he’s just so so SO happy to have this little family you and he created 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🥰🥰🥰🥰🥺🥺🥺

#jess!#SOBS!#SCREAMS!#you and aaron take a blanket out onto his balcony while the kiddos nap when you get home #and you enjoy some lovely lovely post beach kisses #in which you whisper and murmur to him about he should Never Ever wear a shirt #because he just looks so good without one 😌😌😌😌😌😌#.ask #aaron.hotchner #.hotch #aaron hotchner x reader

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iivyhearts · 2 years

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lost and found

micah bell x (fem) reader

chapter one: night out

tags: drinking, mild(?) racism (its micah), fluff, some angst, jealousy, micah is protective but tries to hide some aspects of it, fluff, arguing and making up, hosea is the reader's father figure bc i love that man, violence, fighting, gun use, injuries, gunshot wounds

warnings: micah being racist bc unfortunately that is in his character; this doesn't mean i condone or like this behaviour, ty! <3, abandoning infants

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micah was drunk, so drunk that he was stumbling, clinging onto your arm for support as the two of you saunter through the empty streets of valentine. "i gotta say, goin' out wit' you has been the most fun i've had in months, darling." micah grins, hiccuping. in your almost equally drunk state, you giggle at the blonde, nodding. "i agree, mic'. we've had a good night." you share his devious grin, stumbling with him.

a strange noise almost makes you stop, but micah spins around with you; hands grasping your waist, his mouth trailing kisses along your neck. you giggle, cupping the back of his head as he growls slightly, growing more needy for you. "micah..!" you huff, but the pleasure is short lived when you spot the source of the weird noise.

"oh god.. micah..!" you shake his shoulder slightly, but he grins, teeth nipping at your neck. "micah!" you state with more firmness, making him grunt as he pulls from your neck. "what?" he seems rather annoyed, but you just point into a nearby alley. "micah, look!" you pull from him, but your lover trails behind you; his hands still on you. "what is it?" he huffs, peering over your shoulder as you kneel down.

"poor lil' guy..!" you frown, scooping a baby out of a cramped basket. micah scoffs. "you're not seriously gonna keep that, are ya?" he spits the excess tobacco that smothered his mouth; looking back down at you. "what, would you let it die out here?" you snap back, micah shrugs. "not my kid, not my responsibility." he turns, looking anywhere but the child. "he's freezing cold..! micah, help." you stand with the infant, who was half asleep yet still weeping. "what, no!"

despite the blonde's protests, you push the infant into his arms, trying to warm the baby up between both your chests. "it must be hungry..." you sigh, looking around in the basket for anything for taking care of a child; of course it would be a miracle if there was a bottle or something similar... there wasn't. "can you take this thing back now?" micah fusses, holding the infant completely wrong.

rolling your eyes, you take the baby back carefully. "go get your horse." you order, micah narrows his eyes. "you're seriously keepin' that thing?!" he scoffs, crossing his arms. "yes! it needs us, micah." you snap back, trying to soothe the baby as best you can. it must have been newborn, it wasn't even opening it's eyes yet. "jus' leave it on a doorstep, it ain't our child." he huffs, and you scowl at him. "it might as well be, lover boy! it'll die if we don't get it to camp soon; and if it does it'll be on your hands for not trying!"

micah scoffs again, looking away. he was conflicted, you could tell. despite his 'tough guy' interior, you knew he was soft for small living things (although he'd never admit it), like rabbits and squirrels; babies you didn't know about though. "micah, please!" you beg, desperate. your boyfriend huffs, gesturing for you to follow. getting his horse, he helps you up first before mounting himself. the baby was whining, and micah huffs. "i can't believe i agreed to this."

"well, as unhappy you are, i am very thankful micah. really." you smile, kissing his shoulder gently as baylock sets off towards camp horseshoe overlook. you cradle the baby between your chest and micah's back, holding it's head against yourself carefully. "it's about 2 days old if i remember when jack was little." you mumble, and micah scoffs. "great." he grumbles, urging baylock along.

when the gentle rain starts you huff, leaning your head against micah's back, trying to keep the baby dry with your jacket. "is it sleeping?" micah asks, you look down. the baby was shuffling in your hold, getting comfortable. "almost. it must like the movement of baylock walking. it's like rocking a baby." you giggle. you didn't ever want kids, especially not with micah who seems to dislike them, your line of profession was too harsh and you didn't get on with them. you didn't like them, which would snuff any maternal feelings you felt, but with this little thing being so dependent, so small; you feel an odd feeling bubbling up in your chest.

"almost there." micah quips, the lantern on baylock's saddle flickering as the fuel began to run low. "okay... do you think that abigail will help?" you ask, micah shrugs. "dunno, we don't have the supplies to take care of a baby; not anymore since jack is grown. but she'll have experience." he replies over his shoulder, letting you snuggle into his back for warmth. "i really am thankful, micah." you mumble, pressing your forehead against his shoulder; sleep pulling at you. "yeah yeah, you've said." he grumbles.

the two of you pull into camp, and micah hitches baylock as you carefully get down, cradling the infant with your other arm. jumping off baylock disrupts the child, and he starts to wail. the camp wakes up one by one, and before you know it dutch and the gang are all flooding you. "what the hell is that?" dutch demands, a bit grouchy that his sleep had been disturbed. "dutch! we found this lil thing in an alley in valentine." you explain, holding the baby out to him.

"well i don't wan' it." he pushes your arms back, the baby continues to fuss. "c'mere!" abigail huffs, correcting how you're holding the child. "oh, thanks abby." you smile. "what are we gonna do?" hosea asks, and you look at your father figure for guidance. "we don't have the supplies..." hosea continues, and you huff; looking back at dutch. "we'll have to go into town in the morning." he yawns. "you're not telling me you're keeping it." micah huffs from behind you, you roll your eyes. "abby, help me knock some sense into my lover here." you smile at your friend, who glares at micah.

"what's goin' on?" sean asks, stumbling over. "ooh! hey, lil guy! what's his name?" he grins, swaddling the baby in his arms. "uh... we don't know." you grin sheepishly at your best friend. "can i be it's uncle?" he grins at you in a drunken haze. you laugh, "fine." dutch clears his throat and sean begrudgingly hands the baby back. "we have to do something, it's probably starving..." you frown, taking the baby back from the redhead.

"we'll get supplies tomorrow if you're keeping it." he shrugs, and you look back at micah. your boyfriend shakes his head, but he knows that his word wouldn't affect your decision. "i guess we can until we find it's mother or something..." you shrug, trying to deny your attachment to the infant. "okay, get some sleep everyone. pearson, get the kid some milk or something easy to go down." dutch commands, everyone dispersed.

you received an old bottle abigail had for jack when he was a baby full of freshly warmed milk as susan cleaned the baby up; gave it fresh clothes and a newer; warmer blanket, and sat with the baby against a tree beside a small fire. micah had walked off in a funk at the decision, so you were alone caring for the baby. "hola." javier yawns, sitting beside you. "hey, javi." you smile, clearly tired from the lack of sleep you'd been getting the past few nights due to drinking with sean and staying up past curfew partying at the saloon with lenny, charles and javier.

"is he alright?" he gestures to the baby boy, who was guzzling milk. "yeah. he eats like a horse and sleeps like a rock." you giggle, leaning up against javier for extra warmth. "i'm not surprised. i was the same, y'know?" he grins, you shove him gently. "nah, i can't imagine you as a baby. you're just javi." you tease, and he chuckles. "no, no; it's true. i was always hungry. ate the most out of all my siblings." javier shares a laugh with you.

the baby had finished it's milk, and you burped it how abigail had showed you; and was now fast asleep in your arms with a full belly and warmth from you and your friend. a new, familiar voice tuts at you. "look at this. you an' the greaser should start a family." micah scoffs. "oh, shut it micah. leave us alone if you're just here to be a bigot." you snap at your boyfriend, and javier smiles at your protectiveness against racism.

micah huffs, but doesn't budge, he just looks off into the wilderness. javi takes the baby from you as you get up, pulling your lover away. "what is your problem?" you hiss, and micah scoffs. "my problem? what's your problem? keeping that little thing around." he snaps. "it's a baby, micah. it would of died!" you seethe. "it ain't our child!" micah snarls.

"so you woulda just left it if i wasn't there?" you cross your arms, challenging him. micah doesn't reply, you double down. "well? would you of just left a kid there?" you step forward, leaning to your left so he would look at you. "no!" he yells, and you nod. "exactly. how is this any different?"

"because! because..!" he struggles with his words for a moment. "because what, micah?" he huffs, waving his hand angrily. "nothing." he goes to walk away, but you grab his arm. "no, tell me. what?"

"it doesn't matter!" micah snarls, pulling his arm from your grip. "micah..." you put on a more gentle tone, trying to coax him back to you. "i just.. i don't like seein' you all lovey dovey wit' that greaser." he huffs, you raise a finger at him warningly. "refer to javier like that again micah, i swear to god you won't like what happens." your warning makes micah sigh.

"i just... i don't wanna share you. not with anyone." micah huffs, your eyes soften. "oh, micah.." you frown, going to hug him. "don't, go start a fam'ly with that spaniard, i don't care." he snaps, pushing you away a bit rougher than he intended. you stumble a little, giving your boyfriend a hurt look. "fine. whatever.." you huff, walking away from him. micah clenches his fists, kicking a puff of dust up off the floor before storming off.

"are you alright, amiga?" javier asks, noticing how dejected and almost teary-eyed you looked. "i'm fine, javi." you sit beside him again, and javier hums. "he's tough, isn't he?" your friend offers a smile, gently bouncing the baby in his arms. you smile back. "yeah..." you nod, looking back to the dimming embers. "here. he's been fussing since you left." javier offers the infant to you, you give him a soft smile. "he seems fine now."

"i dunno... he was really upset when you left." javier insists, and so you take the infant. the baby makes a few noises, settling in your arms. "you make a good mother, y/n." javi nudges you. "hah! yeah right. i didn't even know how to hold the thing until abby showed me." you gently rock the small baby back to sleep, already forgetting about your squabble with micah. sean stumbles over, collapsing onto the floor on your left.

"hows my new nephew doin?" the irishman grins, sitting up and leaning over to look at the baby. "he's fine. just settling for some sleep." you smile at sean, and he beams back. "good, good." he nods, leaning up against you. the three of you huddle close, the baby practically between all of you. your two closest friends were practically guard dogs on either side of you, and javier spared micah a glare when he considered approaching.

with the warmth and comfort of your friends, you had began to doze off; your head leant against sean's shoulder as he leans his own head atop of yours. javier was pressed into your other side, keeping watch. just as you started to doze off, the baby started crying; not wailing, just weeping. "uh..." you try to snuff your panic, sitting upright. "is it hungry?" sean asks, sitting up as well. "no, he just ate..."

"maybe he's struggling to sleep out here... take him in your tent?" javier suggested, you shake your head. "micah's already pissy, he'd kill me if i brought the lil guy in there..." you huff, javi frowns, but doesn't quip on it out of respect for you. "maybe he's bored?" sean smiles, offering to take the baby. you shrug, giving your friend the fussy infant. "heya, midge. you are just the smallest thing. y'know, my da used to tell me i was such a small baby..." sean continues to ramble to the baby until he dozes off once more.

"i can't tell if you're a natural, or if you bored him to sleep." javier jokes, keeping his voice hushed so he didn't wake the baby. "what're you planning on calling him?" sean looks at you, you blink back. "huh?" you furrow your brows. "well, you're gonna need to call him something." sean shrugs, rocking the baby as gently as he could. "he has a point, amiga. who knows when we'll find the mother..." javier nods.

"uhhh.... i dunno.." you laugh, trying to keep them hushed. "how about sean jr?" your friend jokes, you wanted to shove him playfully but kept the sleeping newborn in mind. "piss off, one of you is bad enough." you grin, looking at javier for suggestions. "i'm no good with american names, but i did hear one when i went into town..." he mumbles. "what was it?"

"dakota, i think..." he nods. "like the river?" sean leans forward a little to look at javier. "no, estúpido, the name!" javier rolls his eyes, and sean lets out an 'ahh'. "i think its nice. thanks, javi." you smile, javier smiles back. "no problemo, i'm like the cool uncle." he jokes, sean gasps. "no way, i'm cooler!" you giggle as the bickering begins.

micah was fuming, hosea could see that. "y'know, son..." the older man starts, glancing over at you. "if you love her, you'll set your attitude straight with her." micah glares at hosea, clearly not wanting to hear his wise advice. "our relationship ain't your business, hosea." micah replies, voice sour. "i know. i'm just laying down the cards. she's been hurt, god... when i first found that girl, she looked wild; like she'd never seen a town before. she was so weary of everyone, pulling knives on people who got too close." he sighs, looking back at you.

"she's like my daughter, i suppose. so i have a right to protect her as such." hosea continues, and micah huffs. "whatever. i'm going to bed." he storms off, hosea can only huff out a weak laugh.

you were half asleep, still squished between javier and sean. micah wanted you to come over to your shared tent, but he's far too proud to ask. you'd normally come over to him when he got to bed, he never had to ask before... you seemed so exhausted, the baby had been passed back to you; seemingly sound asleep. javier was alert, wide awake, whereas sean was actually asleep, slumped and everything as he snoozed. you were in between, your eyes would catch movement, but your eyelids were sliding closed and you seemed almost sluggish.

eventually, when micah had gone into his tent; javier nudged you. "he wants you there, y'know?" your friend mumbles. "if he wants me so bad he can come and ask." you whisper back, javier nods. "i agree, but maybe tonight you should head to bed anyway. ignore him if you want." javier stands, dusting himself off before offering a hand. you smile, taking his offer and standing with him, your grip on dakota tightening a little so you didn't drop him.

"c'mon. i'll walk you over." javier nods to your tent. you shake your head. "you should go to bed too, you look like shit." you grin. "ha, thanks. i guess i'll see you in the morning then, yeah?" javier asks. you nod, giving him a hug goodnight, giving sean an affectionate nudge with your foot. the irishman groans, falling over completely. "he's gonna be sore in the morning." javier jokes, you share a final laugh before parting ways.

micah was pretending to be asleep. you knew it when you walked into the tent. rolling your eyes, you carefully get into bed beside your lover, not bothering to kiss his shoulder like you normally do. instead, you lay on side, still facing him; dakota was safe between you both. micah rolls over, his eyes meeting yours in the darkness. "hey, sweets..." he mumbles. you look down at dakota instead.

"i'm sorry..." micah catches your chin with his finger, kissing you gently. "wow. micah bell saying sorry. what happened to you?" you tease, unable to be mad at him any longer. "i spoke with hosea, he knocked some sense into me." micah chuckles gently. you accept another kiss from your boyfriend, shuffling a little closer so dakota's tiny form was pressed against your tummy; using your hand as a cushion.

"i love you, mic'." you mutter, sleep pulling at you. "i love you too, sweet stuff." micah scratches his jaw a little before looking at the baby between the two of you. "is he uh... staying?" he asks, and you nod. "for the time being but he's my responsibility. i have to feed him and care for him." you gently stroke the baby's forehead with your thumb. "he's small..." micah mumbles, you stifle your laughs. "he is."

"what's his name?" micah looks at you once more, you meet his gaze. "javier suggested dakota." micah mulls it over but nods. "that's a good one. i knew a fella named dakota; dead now but a good man." you rest your head upon micah's shoulder, huddled close; the only thing stopping you from pressing fully against your boyfriend was dakota. "i'm sorry for pushing you away, darling..." micah whispers, pressing a kiss to your nose. "it's fine. just don't do it again; we have each other's backs, remember?" the conversation falls with that, and you finally fall asleep against micah.

you woke up to dakota's cries, but you couldn't feel him. you shot up in bed, searching for the baby as best you could. turning you relaxed when you saw micah, trying (and failing) to calm the little fusspot. your boyfriend meets your eye and flusters. "he was disturbing me, and i didn't want him to wake you." he lies; you could see that he cares for the child like you do.

you smile at micah, and he scoffs. "what?" you just laugh. "you're going soft, micah bell." you get up as micah denies it, handing dakota to you. once the baby boy was in your arms he calmed down, his eyes gently yet slowly peeling open. "oh.. hi there, dakota." you smile, the baby makes a few noises. "he kinda has your eyes, micah." you tease. "shut up.." your boyfriend huffs, getting up from his seat and getting back into bed. you sit beside micah with dakota cradled in your arms, letting him look around. the baby was calm, and micah didn't realise he was smiling at you until you looked at him.

micah goes back to sleep, and after what you assumed to be half an hour, dakota fell asleep too. you carefully lay on your back, letting dakota sprawl on your stomach. one of micah's arms sloped over you and the baby, holding the both of you as he dozed. you gently stroke the back of dakota's head, leaning your own head against micah. you fall back asleep with the comfort of both the boys being safe.

the next day had come, and all the ladies were hounding you to see the baby. as they cooed and awed the little thing you got some more tips off abigail. "thank you so much, abby. hopefully we can find dakota's mother soon..." your friend tuts. "i dunno. if you found him in an alleyway chances are the mother did'n want him." she looks over at where karen, tilly and mary-beth were showering the baby with love. "let's hope not..." you frown at the thought.

"is mr bell warming up to lil dakota?" tilly asks, glancing up at you. "i dunno, but i did catch him trying to soothe him when he woke us up crying." you share a laugh with the ladies, and they all state disbelief. "you must of been dreaming." mary-beth giggles. "he was all like 'he was disturbing me that's why'." you quote your boyfriend, albeit incorrectly, and all the ladies laugh again. "that's some good blackmail right there, y/n." karen grins.

"mhm. 'do this micah or i'll tell dutch you're goin' soft'." abigail adds on. "hola, ladies." javier greets, giving you a hug. "mornin' javier." they chime back, and you give your friend a smile. "good mornin', javi." javier checks on dakota, then on you. "i was wondering if you wanted to ride into strawberry with me?" he asks, you glance at the girls. "ah, sorry javi but dakota's my responsibility. i can't just lug him onto somebody else..." you frown, and javier lets out a hum. "oh yeah... i forgot about that."

"you could always take him with you?" tilly suggests. you feel a bit of uneasiness at the thought. "oh, i dunno..." you mumble, looking at dakota's tiny hands as he grips tilly's fingers tightly. "c'mon. some exploring will do him good. when jack was little i used to take him on horse rides to calm him down. i suppose that's why he loves animals so much." abigail smiles. with the official mother's approval, you nod, accepting dakota from tilly.

all the ladies bid you and little dakota farewell, and you set off with javier... but, not before micah get's back from the supply run into valentine. "heya, sweets. where're you headin' off to without me?" he teases from his mount, and you roll your eyes jokingly. "javi's taking me an' dakota into strawberry for some stuff. you comin'?"

"ah, i think i've still gotta bounty on my head up there." he shrugs, and you hum. "if you lay low maybe they won't realise it's you? what do you think, javi?" you look at your friend who is mounting boaz. "i don't mind either way." he shrugs. "alright, i'll tag along. get on up here, sweet stuff." micah helps you up onto baylock and the four of you set off to strawberry.

the town is quite popular today, and javier splits off to collect a new saddle. micah takes to hitching baylock to a post, sitting at a bench with you. deciding to sit on micah's lap made dakota squished between you both. he was more vocal today, making little humming noises as he looks around. "did you get a decent amount of sleep last night?" micah asks, his hand resting on your lower back. "yeah, it's enough to keep me up throughout the day." you nod, giving your lover a gently kiss.

"ey, that's that fella from the wanted poster!" a man calls, you turn to see a few people pointing. micah tenses under you, quickly removing you and dakota from his lap. "now, gentlemen. there's no need to start something you can't finish." micah stands, hand wearily resting on his gun. the bounty hunters don't listen, and a gunshot rings out. people panic, and your ears are ringing from the sudden rifle shot; the only thing you can seem to focus on was dakota's screaming.

the bench you were stood at was tipped by micah, and he pushes you into cover. he's saying something, but you can only stare back with wide eyes. you were a hunter, you never got into gunfights so it was always a bit of a shock when they started. whatever micah said went unheard as he gets up again, drawing his pistols. you soothe dakota as best you can; covering his little ears so the gunshots weren't so scary.

javier had come running, skidding around the corner to see the scene unfold. micah had shot two of the bounty hunters, and you were trying to calm a screaming child. giving micah some supportive fire, javier is quick to duck under cover with you. "are you alright, amiga?" he asks, and you look at him; nodding slightly. "yeah, yeah..! we're fine. help micah!" with your word, javier vaults the bench, helping micah with the rest of the bounty hunters.

lawmen were coming in quick, and the sheriff was approaching too. micah goes to run, but stops when he sees you. the urge to protect you is increased in micah when he sees dakota screaming his little lungs out, fat tears rolling down his puffy little cheeks. "c'mon!" he grabs you, helping you up. a lawman's bullet hits your arm, and you yelp; almost dropping dakota. micah is enraged, shielding you with his body as he shoots back.

"c'mon, we gotta go!" javier ushers the two of you out; a bullet hits micah's side. javier manages to dodge one, it grazes past his cheek; slicing his fair skin open. dakota is distressed, and it makes your heart ache. the four of you are quick to mount up, galloping out of the town.

by the time lawmen had lost you all, it had become night time. dakota was cranky, upset and hungry. he was fussing, yet more quiet since leaving strawberry. you were trying not to cry yourself, the burning pain in your arm was unbearable. leaning up against micah, you sniffle into his shirt as he sighs. "i shouldn't of come..." he grumbles, urging baylock along. "it's fine, amigo. we're all out and alive now." javier replies, looking at you.

"maybe we should camp up?" micah suggests, but you shake your head. "no. dakota needs food, we have to go back to horseshoe overlook." your voice is shaky yet stern, micah nods. "then we keep heading back." javier nods, the group falls silent.

dakota was grumpy, crying all the way, you just couldn't soothe him. micah was beginning to feel annoyed, you could tell by the way he bristled. javier didn't seem to mind at all, just riding along with you. huffing, your forehead meets micah's shoulder once more as you carefully seat dakota so he's sat on the saddle between you and your boyfriend. the baby is leant back against you, so his head is upright, and eventually the rocking of baylock soothes him.

javier gives you a smile, and you smile back; just as exhausted. by the time you all got back, hosea was preparing a search. "don't worry, we're back." javier raises a hand, and micah quips in agreement. "thank god.." hosea sighs, walking straight over to you. "c'mon now, darling. c'mon.." your father figure helps you down, frowning at the bullet wound in your arm. "i'll get you cleaned up, don't you worry." he ushers you along, and abigail takes dakota.

micah gets patched up as well as yourself, and javier gets a wet rag to clean his scratch. hosea can't help but chastise you, lovingly yet serious, about being so reckless and leaving camp with the baby. upon noticing your distant stare, hosea shuts up and asks you what's wrong. "everything happened so fast, and dakota... all i could hear was him screaming and i didn't know what to do." you whine, letting the old man pull you into a hug.

"it's alright now. you're safe, dakota's safe, javier and micah are safe... everything's gonna be fine. i'll send arthur to pay off that damn bounty on micah's head tomorrow." your father rubs your back gently; and you feel rather nostalgic at the feeling of his hand rubbing circles over your upper back. "go get some food and some rest, love." he smiles, ushering you away to take care of yourself.

you meet up with micah, who has dakota in one arm, a drink in the other. "you alright?" he asks, looking up at you. "yeah. are you?" you reply, taking the baby from your lover. "yeah, nothing that hasn't happened before." micah sighs, wrapping an arm around your shoulder as you sit beside him; nestling into his side as dakota snuggles into your chest. "we're gonna be fine, sweetheart." micah mumbles, you nod slightly, watching life around the camp move.

when you wake up, dakota is fussing, tugging your shirt from between you and micah who was dead asleep. "c'mon then, dakota. let's get you some food." you yawn, getting up and scooping up the baby. dakota whines a little, his tiny hands clutching your shirt. "pearson, good morning." you greet, giving the cook a nod. "ah, miss l/n. i prepared lil' dakota his milk already." he coughs, handing over the warm bottle. "thanks pearson." you smile, promising to be back over for coffee and breakfast once dakota was dealt with.

you sat at your usual spot nearby your tent, carefully feeding dakota; smiling as he lets out a few noises, guzzling the milk down. "good morning, y/n." arthur greets, you look up at him. "hey arthur." you smile, watching the cowboy sit nearby. "how is he?" the gruff man gestures to dakota. "ah, he's fine. just wanted breakfast." you look back down to the baby who was making quick work of the milk. "good, good. how are you holding up? hosea said you were pretty shaken."

"yeah... if dakota wasn't there i would of been fine." you sigh. "i get that. you're fond of the lil' guy, aren't you." arthur teases, and you laugh. "i guess so." you mumble, sitting dakota up. "do you wanna do the honours?" you grin as arthur shuffles slightly. "nah, knowing my luck with jack he'll puke on me." arthur waves you off, and you smile. "coward." your voice is teasing, and you gently pat and rub dakota's back.

micah stretches, stumbling from the tent. "morning." he nods at arthur, smiling at you. "mornin' micah." you greet, arthur repeats it. "i best be goin', i got a oil wagon to steal." arthur gets up, giving micah a nod. "roger that, morgan." micah sees him off before sitting beside you. "you alright now?" you ask, nodding to your lover's side. "yeah, it's not too bad." micah pats his side, grinning smugly at you. "yeah, yeah. don't let it get to your head, cowpoke." you tease, nudging him.

dakota interrupts the playful bickering, waving his tiny hands to micah. "i think he wants you, right now." you smile, offering the baby. "ah, nah... you best keep hold of him." micah waves you off, looking around the camp instead. "c'mere." you force dakota into micah's arms, almost laughing at your boyfriend's dismay. the blonde outlaw awkwardly cradles the baby, meeting his eyes. "hi." he mumbles, and dakota bursts into fit of giggles; reaching up for micah.

"what? what d'you want, hey?" he raises the baby a little, letting him grab his jacket tightly in tiny yet strong hands. you smile, leaning up against your boyfriend. "i know you don't wanna admit it, but you'd be an amazing father micah." you kiss his cheek gently, and micah scoffs. "yeah right. i shot my own daddy, this one would probably do the same if i was his father."

"you aren't your father micah." you remind him, smiling at him. "yeah, i know... but still." he shrugs, handing dakota back. "i think if you gave it a shot you'd be one of the best father's out here." you give micah a loving kiss, leaning up against him as you bounce dakota; trying to keep him from getting bored. "whatever you say, sweet stuff."

#rdr2 #rdr2 micah #micah bell #micah bell x reader #rdr2 micah x reader #// 🪴 iivyhearts #// 🪴 iivyhearts writing #// 💰 rdr2 #// 🍼 lost and found

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hanafubukki · 2 years

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Convert Anon💜 here!!

Ooo naming them is always hard but maybe think about what the fathers would name their children after and maybe try and search up names with certain meanings and i would love to hear about them all!!

Gimme the adorable children pls, i love them

:0 thank you!! Blue eyes and a lot of freckles here and maybe one day you can guess my hair color👀

And all of them willing to babysit while me and Leona have a small date night and cuddle is just *chefs kisses your beautiful ideas*

Yes, kick Crowley’s ass!! Beat him!! Make him suffer for how we suffered!! Jkjk Crowley has no grandpa rights and those rights only belong to Divus and maybe Ashton and Trien is also grandpa

And Jack running around with a lil liom cub strapped to his chest is for sure a sight to see and 10/10 is greatest one to watch in an emergency

Ace and Deuce being the best bois and helping with pregnancy is just 🥺😭💜 my bois are gaining braincells and im so happy!! And i would tell them i’m not glass but i would appreciate some apples and water and them beating up anyone who dares make us cry is also so them and just watch the chaos unfold as Epel joins in and Jack is the only sensible one and removes us from the situation and helps us calm down

Also Leona if he found out would also probably want to beat rheir ass for making his wife cry

And yes he better back off or i will bite him and make him not sleep on the bed or sleep alone with Grim in ramshackle

No cuddles for him and i will be angry at him if he tries to prevent me from seeing my friends and that does include Malleus Leona

And just imagine when the baby’s born, 10/10 will invite Malleus and Lilia to hold the baby and let them bless the child like how the fairies did in the movie cause i ain’t risking a curse

Also when the baby first holds Leona’s finger i feel like his heart would just swell with pride and joy and of course he is the first one to hold the baby and name him and second would be me and Leona tries to join us in bed and sleep with us and the newborn som but sadly we do not fit

I think the hard about the most is that I cant chose which one I like? or that I want it to be a good one and that I don't know if it fits and then I become for indecisive and then they become nameless lolol

I once had a time travel story where malleus' children travel back in time and gives him a birthday party. it was cute and kind of angsty and my readers probably are getting tired of all the time travel stories so I delayed writing it.

hair color 🤔 maybe blonde? or black hair? unless you colored your hair? I like the color blue or green 👀🥰

Watch Crowley weep as the other staff babysits the adorable baby and he can only watch.

epel would be hilarious because he's a mix of feral and loving care. I can expect Sebek also being the same. it would be cute.

malleus and Lilia would be so happy to bless the chid and honored to bless them.

the tender look in Leonas eyes would be so heart warming

#anons asks #answered #💜convert anon #kids au #leona kingscholar

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daincrediblegg · 3 years

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Season four has my favorite Jack O’Neill hair. But sometimes I’ll see gifs from season two or three and change my mind. Then sometimes I’ll see gifs from season one and decide that’s my favorite. What’s your hair ranking?

OOOOOH nonnie this is an EXCELLENT question🤔🤔🤔🤔🤔 tend to go back and forth like that myself it really depends on the day and what I'm feelin but here's my ranking based loosely on how often I fixate on uh... the lovely silver fox locks.

Season 2/3- simply put I think it's the most flattering cut on him. Short enough to meet regs and yet, so floofy???? like god I wish I could find a gif of it but when he's teaching teal'c how to box in The Fifth Race and he's bouncing around some of the floof on the top of his head bounces too and that shit lives in my head rent free. I wanna run my fucking grubby lil hands through it every time I see it. 10/10.

Season 1- or as I like to call it, the calm before the silver storm. like idk I like to see the lovely mousy brown every now and again, get back to his roots (pun intended) (and also let me take this opportunity to say it's cool that we get to watch the silver fox magical girl transformation in this show in real time like that's a very sexy bit of continuity that I enjoy a lot and seeing baby o'neill before he goes grey really solidifies that for me)

season 4/5 - probably the most iconic o'neill hair (a standard for most of the rest of the series tbh like it really doesn't change much after this) and it's a lil short for me especially on the sides but I'm still like "oh WERK bitch" regardless. ESPECIALLY in episodes where they combine it with a lil scruff on his face like that combo really does something to me and it's magical. gimme this rugged ol' grump immediately he need kis

Dishonorable mention: Kurt Russel's fucking crew cut that makes me weep every time I think about it. And yet in my morbid curiosity I deeply wish to see a deepfake with RDA's face plastered on it because frankly I need to know what a stargate movie would've looked like with the Real O'Neill in it.

#oh no not another ted talk #I have a lot of feelings about his hair you see it can't be helped #jack o'neill #sg1 #stargate

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alolowrites · 4 years

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Cuddling Through the Seasons

Summary: Fatgum’s cuddles never go out of season

Author’s Note: This is my third story for the @bnhabookclub’s Hero Camp Bingo event. This was also a request from @bnha-homeroom (sorry it took so long!)

The prompt used was Cuddles and this is my first story for Fatgum. Hopefully I’ll do more stories for this guy because he’s deserves the best.

Enjoy!

Word Count: 1.6K+

Spring

High in the sky rests the glorious bright sun. It’s golden rays shine through the vibrant pink flowers blooming on every tree, emphasizing their natural beauty. Two birds playfully chase each other in between the branches, their lovely chirps in harmony with the soothing sounds of the gentle stream below—Mother Nature is simply a lady with many hidden talents.

Although the grass maintains a healthy green coat, it too is covered by fresh cherry blossom petals blown off the trees—it adds a beautiful pop to the land. Few people arrive and wander through the peaceful park. Some snap a couple of pictures on their phones, their bodies bent in odd angles to capture that perfect Instagram-worthy shot. Others silently take in the whole scenery with their eyes and save the mental image deep in their memory jar—that’s how you are enjoying today with Taishiro.

Both of you sit under a tree that is different from the others; it’s branches are abundant, and some hang charmingly over the water. A quick wind blows through the park, tugging the delicate petals until one slowly falls to the stream. Everything is serene, almost like an abstract landscape painting on display at an art museum.

Closing your eyes, you sink in deeper into Taishiro’s plump chest. A relaxed sigh escapes his lips as you enjoy your massive pillow. His large arms wrap around you like a snuggly safety belt—they are protective and warm. Your fingers affectionately glide up and down his sweater to the beat of the stream. You hum, “Everything is so beautiful.”

Taishiro leans back on the thick tree trunk and glances at you; he cheekily grins, “That’s ‘cause you’re here, darlin’. The cherry blossoms are a nice touch, though.”

You roll your eyes, “You’re such a cheesy guy, you know that?”

“Yeah, but that’s what you love ‘bout me.”

“That is very true,” you playfully tap his arm, smirking up at him. Another cherry blossom falls and lands on top of your head. Taishiro raises on hand to carefully pluck it off your hair and holds it high against the sunlight. The flower is so soft and just the right shade of pink. He thinks it’s perfect, just like you.

Taishiro shows the sakura petal to you, “Here’s a little present.”

Your heart swells, a tiny blush dusting your cheeks as you reach for the flower. You take a whiff of the sweet aroma and lean back against your living pillow. Squeezing the hero’s hand, you look up to flash him a faint smile, “Thank you.”

You never let go of the cherry blossom petal.

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Summer

Far in the distance lies the vast calm sea. Ocean waves creep steadily toward the fine white sand, kissing the land hello before returning outward. Light puffy clouds float along the peaceful cerulean sky, morphing into different images at the hands of your wild imagination. It’s a fun way to pass the time and relax the mind.

You inhale the fresh, natural air—it smells like freedom. The city’s chaotic and bustling streets are an afterthought. The prying eyes of paparazzi and other media hounds are thousands of miles away from your paradise home. The avalanche stress tied with Taishiro’s hero lifestyle vanishes when the two of you step on the warm sand.

“Whatcha’ thinkin’ about, darlin’?” His voice is loud but soothing at the same time. You feel the gigantic teddy bear stand behind you. It wasn’t long until Taishiro traps you into his loving embrace, giving you a quick squeeze. Your toes wiggle into the smooth sand as a sharp wind whistles by; the waves hear it and crash against the shoreline.

“How a place like this,” you nod toward the dancing water, “somehow exists. It’s almost as if I’m dreaming—” You yelp at the slight pinch, and Taishiro roars with laughter. You crane your neck up to glare at him, “What was that for?”

“Well you’re not dreamin’, that’s for sure.” You elbow into his stomach knowing entirely well it did not phase him at all. Taishiro retaliates by hugging you harder, enjoying the delightful squeals ringing into the semi-deserted beach. Other tourists linger around, but the land is so spacious that you barely see them. It’s easy to think you two are alone with all the privacy in the world, an idea that doesn’t exist back at home—a small price to pay while being a pro hero.

In a way, Taishiro is glad this moment is not a dream. It won’t fade away once he wakes up, but will stay in his memory for a long time. Just as you calm down, a mischievous grin crosses the hero’s lips, and his grip tightens around your waist. You had a bad feeling about this and clenched his hands, “Hey…what are you doing—”

“Hold on!”

“Don’t you dare!”

Your words fall on deaf ears as he effortlessly carries you in his arms and charges toward the sea that is waiting to greet you both.

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Autumn

Bright yellow lanterns glow above the narrow streets, gently swaying back and forth without a care in the world. Luscious pampas grass decorate the roofs, the creamy-white feathery plumes waving hello to everyone passing through the area. A chubby hand reaches upward; the baby is determined to grab the mesmerizing fluffy grass until something else catches their eye.

An elegant pyramid of tsukimi dango neatly sits on a black plate. There are fifteen white dumplings, each perfectly round and white as the precious moon gleaming tonight. A crowd grows around the delicious display, making it nearly impossible to squeeze through the sardine bodies. Fortunately, the group departs when they see Fatgum approaching with his hearty smile, and you follow closely behind—sometimes being a hero has its perks.

Taishiro greets everyone until a middle-aged man freaks out from his stall, “It’s an honor to meet you, Fatgum! Thank you for keeping our streets safe!”

“It’s no problem really—”

“Please take these dumplings! They’re on the house!”

Taishiro gives you a side-glance, and you shrug. Who were you to deny some free food, especially if they are those moon-like dumplings? You grab the plate from the man’s trembling hands and bow. The hero safely guides you away from the crowd and spots an empty grass field. Plopping down, you dramatically groan, “That was so much walking!”

“Sorry, darlin’! Guess I got a lil carried away,” he chuckles while scratching his forehead. Taishiro takes a seat behind you.

“I think that’s an understatement, but,” you gleefully raise the plate that barely reached his eyes, “we got free dumplings!”

“They do look good,” Taishiro hums and takes one round treat. You plop the tsukimi dango in your mouth, the rice flavor surprisingly strong, yet pleasing to your tastebuds—it’s a chewy delight. The pyramid crumbles in seconds, and you scoot back to rest your head against the gentle giant; out of instinct, he cradles you in his arms.

A chilly air blows by and makes you shiver despite wearing a cashmere sweater. Taishiro notices and shifts his posture to shield you from the cold—a small act that melts your heart every time. You gaze at the luminous moon until your eyes struggle to stay awake; it doesn’t help that Taishiro feels like all toasty like a fleece blanket.

It definitely was all that walking, and you yawn before dozing off in his arms.

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Winter

Snow showers rain down on your quiet neighborhood. The bare tree branches scoff at the fluffy cotton balls falling from the sky; they barely weighed more than a feather. An hour later, the branches are slouching under the heavyweight and weeping for mercy—but the snow never stops.

A thin white blanket hides the dull, gray streets and vibrant decorations flourish to their heart’s content. Tiny bells chime once Jack Frost blows a chilly wind down the sidewalks. Thick garlands covered in elegant ribbons stretch for miles on some apartment balconies. And others hung colorful Christmas lights that flicker to a very jolly tune.

In a way, the snow ties everything together to bring out the pleasant holiday mood—it’s simply magical. Two pairs of footsteps, one small like a mouse and the other the size of a giant, imprint themselves on the powdery sidewalk. You waddle toward the apartment with arms bundled around yourself; you’re craving for something warm. Any minute longer outside and your legs will permanently turn into icicles.

“O-open t-the do-or, p-please,” you chatter through your teeth while bouncing nonstop. Taishiro chuckles and you glare at him, making his grin widen more. You barge in once he unlocks the door and dust off the snow on your coat. Hasty footsteps rush to the kitchen so you could warm the teapot as quickly as possible.

Taishiro shakes his head—you quickly get cold. He relaxes on the couch, not bothering to change out of his Santa costume; if anything, the clothes are comfortable and roomy. You wander into the living room and shiver up a storm. A gloved hand beckons for you, “Come over here, darlin’.”

Shuffling toward the mellow hero, he pulls you on top of him. Without hesitation, his arm wraps around you to keep you steady. One ear sits above his chest, and you focus on the faint sound of his heartbeat. Not even the Santa costume could mask Taishiro’s alluring honeydew scent, which drives you crazy. You contently sigh, “You made so many kids smile today, hun.”

“I’m glad,” he answers while stroking your hair, “Those kids at the hospital deserve all the happiness in the world, ya’ know?”

“Yeah…” A finger lazily draws out imaginary lines along Taishiro’s red velvet coat. An involuntary shiver runs down his spine. Only your charming touches could make him react like this, and he savors them all. You raise your head and squirm closer to the hero’s face. With loving eyes, you whisper, “You make a fantastic Santa Claus.”

“Fantastic enough to get a kiss from Mrs. Claus?”

“Sure,” you giggle and pull down his fake white beard. As you plant a sweet kiss on his lips, you decide that you no longer needed that nice hot cup of tea.

Third prompt is crossed off. Which one will be next? Stay tune! Thank you for reading!

Previous prompt: Betrayal

Hero Camp Bingo Masterlist

#fatgum x reader #fat gum x reader #taishiro toyomitsu #bnha x reader #bnha imagines #bnhabookclub #hero camp bingo #cuddles #fluff

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theblackbirdsgemimagines · 4 years

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Ramble away, cause I feel the twisted head rot, I kinda wanna see what you think about our bois. ~ a pocket sized dragon hops in excitement.

A POCKET SIZED DWAGOOOOOONNNN 😭💞💞💞 That’s so BLESSED, and tysm omg, I’m very glad to just spill out my barking on every boy, bc yEAH THE BRAIN ROT SKDHAKDB

THE BRAIN ROT IS SO REAL LOL

Everything I breathe ends up relating to TWST in some way, like at this point just let me take my friends, cousins, and pets, and of course Lulu and Seb, and I will have 1. A Gottdamned Harem, 2. So Many Children, and 3. NEVER WANT TO LEAVE. Kwfhskdhjwek

Ok this is gonna be long bc I gotta cover all my boys, so rip lol.

Dorm Leads:

Riddle

GOD, my Fucking Baby, my CHILD, my SWEET BABY BOY, I’M 👁💧👄💧👁

I would die for him, beetch, he is PRECIOUS ♥️

He reminds me of how I feel Ciel would behave if S/O took the place as Sebastian’s contracee, too, so like 🥺 Lots of feels 😭

Is Son, I have adopted him now. If you mistreat him, don’t ever speak to me or my son ever again. I’ll FIGHT his MOM, don’t TEST me. I’m his new mom now. His BIRD mom. So proud of him, he’s like...one of the few that’s actually shown growth in canon after his overblot kshdkadjs

Leona

👁💧👄💧👁

.....I am a Mere Simp....

Ya’ll.... I swearh to ghOD I simped hard for Scar back when I was a wee thing, I did NOT expect to simp for him AGAIN LATER IN LIFE, what the FUCK aidhskdhskdj

Like shit bitch, damn, you may not be king of Afterglow honey, but you can be king of my heart if you wAnt to bb....

Leona: *smiles once, even if it’s smugly*

Me: *WEEPING* Look at hiiiiiiim!! My sunshine booooooy! 😭

Does this make me a furry

Probably

I am too Simp to Care Anymore

I HESITATED TO GET ATTACHED BC THIS BOY LOOKS LIKE A FUCKIN WOMANIZER IF I EVER SAW ONE, BUT HE DRINKS HIS RESPECT WOMEN JUICE EVERY SINGLE MORNING AND I WAS A GONNER SNDJAJDHSJ

FUCK

Call me a Herbivore again, bully me //SLAPPED

Azul

He secretly a lil shit sometimes, but tha’s ok, it’s mostly in a silly way, especially post overblot~ UvU

The sweetest bby everytime I read fanposts on him, like god, ah 💜💜💜 WHOMST COULD BULLY SUCH A CUTE CHUBBY OCTOBABY I’LL FIGHT ALL OF EM!! A sweetheart 10/10 would be his friend 💗 Not making contracts with him tho, lol

...ok maybe SOME after his overblot, but they’re able to be easily reversed now, so it’s way more chill andhsjdj

Kalim

FUCK!!!! F U C K!!!! BABYYYYYYY!!!! BABY!!!! I HAVE ADOPTED HIM IF YOU TOUCH HIM YOU D I E

He is literally so sweet, anytime anyone was like “you’re so nice it’s annoying” I WAS READY TO COME FLYING IN TO BITCH SLAP THEM LIKE AJDHSKDHSJ (even if I also loved them lol)

Like NO you are WRONG whfksjd

He has also grown so much, and I am proud ♥️🧡

Vil

Jesus Christ, canon Vil is Hurting Meeeeee ajdhskdhsj

My fave fanon Vil is the one that recognizes all different types of beauty, though~ uvu and is v encouraging to anyone that may be struggling with self hatred 💜

Canon: Vil is pretty~.

Me: Wow, wtf???? He IS so pretty... How rude I didn’t think you were serious! Wow him??? Pretty??? Wow??? Wow...

Idia

I’m not sure yet, as I haven’t seen him very often, but of the few times that I have: BIG same, huge mood, and Me FUCKING Too, goddamn akdhakdj

Idia is my Anxiety and Anime Nerd personified tbh lol

What Ortho is to him are what all my comfort characters are to me, honestly.

Like what would you like bby, you want that singing voice?? Ok here comes a synthesizer just special for you~. Ily, mwah~ u3u 💕

Malleus

HEAVY BREATHING

Ok maybe it’s just the lack of story/info out on him yet, but I don’t currently simp as hard for him compared to Leona, I’ll admit jajdkajd

BUT BOY HOWDEY DO I EVER STILL S I M P...

He Is Baby... And I Lob Him....

I am going to smooch those horns and forehead crown of beautiful scales 🖤🖤🖤 I am going to do it!!!! Here I go!!!

HE CAN HAVE ALL THE ICE CREAM AND TAMAGATCHI DATES HE WANTS I’M- 😭

This man is too precious for words, and I have so much childhood nostelgia to ‘enchanted’ woods, and being in the mountains, so he has Old Fae Friend vibes to me~🖤

DRAGON FORM DRAGON FORM DRAGON FORM DRAGON FORM DRAGON F-

Ngl I ship him and Leona a lil bit lol

No, not just bc that makes a poly with my two faves easier, but that is a bonus factor jadhajdj

Vice Dorm Heads:

Trey

Oh my god, the Daddy to my Mommy with all these newly adopted lil kids of ours, ya know??? What a wholesome sweetie and funny lil shit jahdksdh~

I love him, I would gladly make tarts with, AND for him 💚💚💚

The kind of boi who I’d ship HARD with anyone he started dating bc My God it would warm my heart So Much 💞💞

Ruggie (unofficial but may as well be at this point lol)

He took a while to grow on me kadhskdhsj

But I think he’d be a sweet, if a trouble-maker of a friend to have~.

Dank you for taking care of my sweet lion bby, honey, I’m sure Farrena is a sweetheart, but boi I hope he gets his shit together to fix up where Ruggie lives 😭

I think if I met his granny, I’d CRY jadhajsh 💗💗

Leech Twins (?)

Idk if they’re vice leaders, but who cares lol

THESE are the older Big Brothers in every sense of the word. (My canon ages most everyone up just a bit, save for Riddle, Ace, Deuce, Kalim, Jamil, Cheka, and anyone already 20+)

The ANNOYING older big brothers, lol.

The ones that hug you to death (Floyd), or use you for an arm rest (Jade), and specifically Do the thing you asked/told them NOT to Do.

This is fine with me tho, I’m an only child, please give me the experience of annoying older brothers lol 💙💚

Jamil

I used to hate you bby, I’m so sorry akdhskdhs

I’ve adopted him now, and I’m v proud he’s trying, but making clear what his boundaries are, and trying to come out of a shell he was made to be in for so long 😭

AND HIS DANCING IS SICK LIKE HONESTLY I’M SUCH A PROUD MOM 💗💗💗

Rook

God. FUCKING Rook, lol.

IDK IF I SHOULD TRUST YOU, but I also kinda wanna be your friend akdhakdjs

HE CONCERNS ME but he also seems nice and v sweet sometimes, lmao

Blz don’t stalk me tho 😬

STOP SHOOTING YOUR ARROWS AROUND SCHOOL YOU BLOODY HEATHEN FRENCH PRISS, YOU ARE GOING TO KILL SOMEONE

Also, if he DARES hunt cute animals around me, especially BIRDS, I am going to GRIP him jahdkahdsk

He’s like if Lord Druitt was a Little More Nice and a Little Bit Less Creepy ajdhak

Lilia:

GOD.

I LOVE THIS FUCKING GRANDPA.

I. FUCKING. LOVE. THIS FUCKING. GRANDPA.

I absolutely hc him as nonbinary w/masc pronouns, I absoLUTELY do.

I adore him, I love him, I haven’t gotten a squish (hardcore desire to be someone’s friend, lol) this hard for a character since AngelDust, I-

Pwease be nonbinary friends with me, Lilia 🥺

THE ONLY PERSON HERE SHORTER THAN ME, BUT I’LL TAKE IT AJDHAKDHJS

Anyone know Corpse and how he plays Among Us? That’s how I see Lilia playing his video games with friends and I JUST I JUST I J U S T

The Spencer to your Carly.

He and Crowley are free to compete as Dad with me too like honestly kshdkadjjs

He’ll always be granpa tho uvu 💚💖🖤

Extras:

Ace

God, the Fucking Annoying Middle Brother that pranks you ALL THE DAMN TIME, but I love him andhakdhsk

Deuce

THE BROTHER THAT WILL BEAT UP YOUR BULLIES 💙💙💙 SWEET BABY BOY

The Josh to Ace’s Drake. The Cody to Ace’s Zack. The Freddie to your Carly and Ace’s Sam.

If he and Ace started dating, tho, I would CRY.

But regardless who they end up dating, it’ll be slow burn friends to lovers, and literally the most adorable shit to watch EVER 💞💞💞😭

Cater

Seems Like A Womanizer But Actually Drinks His Reapect Women Juice And We Stan That 🧡

Can always count on him to help tou get the best Magicram shots, bless you Cater 🧡🧡

Also rly wanna be his friend, ngl 😭 Even IF he pranks me a lot kadhakdhsj

Jack:

H E AV Y BR EA T H IN G

Ngl my feelings for him are in the air IDK IF I WANNA SMOOCH OR NOT YET I JUST KNOW I LOB HIM HE GOODEST BESTEST BOY 💛💛💛😭

If all three Savannaclaw bois got in a cuddle pile with me, I would Not Be Mad

How can I give this boy love, tell me and I will Do It

Gift him all the cacti’s he WANTS💛

God he drinks that respecc women juice bright and early on his run every morning, you KNOW he does 💛💛💛

I wawnt to pet his ears an tail an fwuffy wolf form 😭

I WAWNT TO SEE THE BOY SMILE AND BE HAPPY 💞💞💞

Sebek

CHILL CHILL CHILL CHILL CH-

He is a v devoted guard tho, we love to see it UvU

I don’t have more info on him hekdhskdj but his fanmade content seems v v sweet~ 💚

Silver

HE ATTRACTS BIRDS AND I CRY ABOUT IT PLEASE BE MY FRIEND AND TEACH ME HOW 🥺🥺🥺

Him being raised by Lilia and Malleus literally gives me so much Fucking Seratonin....... God 💞💕💗💗💞💞💗💗💕💞

Ortho

IS BABY????? IS BABY!!!!!! I’M LOVE HIM I’M ADOPTING HIM IS BABYYYYYYY 💙💙💙💙💙

Cheka:

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

He is so FUCKING CUTE what the FUCK!

Leonaaaaaaa... 🥺 Your NEPHEWWWWW 😭

I might steal him from Farrena tbh, lIKE MY CHILD NOW~ 🧡🧡

I just sob and hug him every time I see him honestly 😭

Teachers:

Dire Crowley

Ohhhhhh god oh god oh god

Be my dad. Please. Be my dad. PLEASE be my dad. Ya’ll think I’m joking, I’m not. Please adopt me. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.

This man as a father gives me so much dopamine and oxytocin and seratonin??? I have been weeping for WEEKS, please adopt me, Sir

Fathers with zero braincells being wrapped around a daughter’s little finger makes me so weak, and I am just here with Daddy Issues like ajdhakdhsj BLEASE ADOPT ME MISTER BIRD MAN

Crewel

Ew.

Forgive me, I haven’t seen much content with him in it/that could be considered wholesome, bUT JADHWKDJSJ

UncoMFORTABLE

Please keep the kink talk out of the classroom, S I R

Call me puppy one more time, see what happens, I’m not scared to fight a teacher akdhakdhsj

Trein

The Dad Figure that tries to be the stern part to Crowley’s blumbering kahdkqrhsjdj

Don’t feel as much attachment to him emotionally, but I like him~

Just let me pet your cat sometimes and give you holiday presents, and we’re cool~ ♥️

Vargas

Found the womanizer //SMACKED

And of course, I can’t forget Grim~!

He’s grown on me, and if anything happens to him I will kill everyone in the room, and then myself 😭

I will pet and snuggle and hold him all he wants and feed him all the tuna his heart desires uvu 💙

#THIS TOOK A LONG TIME FORGIVE ME JADHSKDHSKDH #MY PHONE WAS LAGGING IN TYPING AFTER A WHILE I WAS LIKE KEEP GOIN BESSY ANDHSJJD #twisted wonderland #twst dorm leaders #twst vice dorm leaders #dire crowley #leona kingscholar #riddle rosehearts #azul ashengrotto #idia shroud #vil schoenheit #malleus draconia #asks #answered #THANK YOU FOR GIVIN ME MORE OF AN EXCUSE JSADBJASDN #<3 <3

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trashi-bee · 5 years

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Three’s a Crowd

Pairing: stripper! reader x Tommy x Nikki x Vince

Warnings: 18+! (lots of smut), unprotected sex, hair pulling, degradation?, foursome, mentions of alcohol/drugs, face fucking, over stimulation, honestly just a fucking wild ride

Lil summary: you meet Tommy at the club and he introduces you to his friends

This is the first fan fic I've ever posted so please be nice-ish!

Adjusting the skirt that had ridden up into a thick band around your hips, you recoiled, looking back in distaste towards the older man sitting on the velvety, red sofa. “Oh come on baby, I paid, shouldn’t I be allowed to see a little more skin?”, you scoffed, turning in your heels to make your way towards the bar.

Becoming a stripper wasn’t your original plan, but when bills started to pile up and adding another job into your already busy schedule wasn’t feasible, you decided it was your only option. Hell, you’d made more these past few months than you would’ve in a few years at your previous jobs, but the customers weren’t always so courteous.

Pushing through the tightly knit crowd alongside the bar, you waited to be noticed. A soft tap on your right shoulder prompted you to roll your eyes, after the sour encounter with your last patron you couldn’t be bothered to deal with another. “Hey, look buddy, I’m off the clock at the moment so if you could leave me-“ turning your head to look at the man you were about to turn down, your gaze fell upon his face. Fuck, he was hot. “Ah man, I’m sorry, was just looking to buy a pretty lady a drink is all”, your demeanor changed, a smirk making its way onto your face “I’m sorry, hun, go ahead.. I’d love a Jack and Coke”

“Ahhh good choice, my kinda girl”, extending his right hand, he sports a boyish grin and introduces himself “Oh, I’m Tommy, by the way” connecting your, much smaller, palm with his you giggled.His juvenile attitude was refreshing on a night like this. “Nice to meet you Tommy, I’m Y/N”

“Pretty fuckin’ name for a pretty fuckin’ girl” he quipped, sliding your drink of choice across the smooth counter top into your hand. One swig was all it took, the familiar burn that enveloped your throat brought a smile to your face, nothin’ like a little liquid courage.

“You know, me and two buddies are sittin’ in a private booth, if you’d like to join?”, he points behind himself, eagerly waiting for you to answer, a pout playing on his lips. There’s no way you could say no to this guy. The moment words of approval left your mouth he had taken your hand into his and lead you across the club.

Keeping up with a man so tall and quick had proven difficult, your heels clicking against the floor as you scurried behind Tommy. It wasn’t very often you’d be invited into the VIP section, the few clientele that were provided access to these booths having already chosen a regular performer to visit.

Upon entering the small, lavish room, lined wall to wall with soft, red material, furnished with a comically large, rounded couch and a circular table, your eyes fell on the two attractive men sat together, nose deep in a white powder sprawled across the table top. Tommy had squeezed your hand, giddy about announcing your arrival “boys, meet Y/N, Y/N meet Nikki-” his finger pointed towards the black haired, leather clad, bad boy to the left “-and Vince” your gaze now guided to the blondie on the right.

Vince eyes you long enough to take in your attire, shamelessly ogling every curve along your body. Tommy places his hand on your lower back, sharing a wink with Vince as he wedges you between himself and Nikki, who still hasn’t lifted his head off of the table top.

The sudden shift in weight prompted him to raise his head, wiping the remaining power off of his nose with the back of his hand. He laughs, popping open what you presume isn’t tonight's first bottle of Jack Daniels, “you a dancer, hunny?”

The mixture of the shot you had taken a few minutes prior, the feeling of being trapped between the most alluring men you’ve ever seen, and having Nikki glare into your eyes elicited a reaction in your groin you couldn’t ignore.

“Only when I need to be”, you answer, your attention falling on Nikki and the suggestive look he gives Tommy. “You give Tommy here a show yet?”, you shake your head in response, your hand snaking its way up the side of Tommy’s upper thigh. You feel him shift beneath your touch.

You look back at Tommy and notice an undeniable tent forming in his skin tight leather pants, his face flush. “Look, you really don’t have to-“, his sentence stopped short as you pulled yourself into his lap, your core scarcely hovering above his bulge.

Vince whistles, his hand ghosting above his crotch as he pears above Nikki’s shoulder, “let the girl have a little fun, would you?”, Tommy grabs the liquor in Nikki’s palm, taking a swig and bringing his attention back to you “fuck, give em’ a show then, kitten”

The attention you’re receiving leaves you feeling exposed, the friction generated as you grind your core against Tommy only elevating the feeling of vulnerability. Sure, you were far from shy, but being directed was something you weren’t used to, you always called the shots.

Tommy’s demeanor had shifted, his reluctant manner beginning to fade, a new aura enveloping his being. Your lips graze his, a guttural growl bubbles up from deep within his throat, the sudden jerk of your head causes you to gasp. Nikki uses the leverage he has on your hair to turn your face towards his, “I really don’t like when little girls tease”

You pull your bottom lip forward, batting your eyelashes in your best attempt to convey innocence. Nikki huffs, the mischievous glint you catch in his eye has you on edge, he lifts your chin in order to bring your gaze level with his own, “now tell Tommy you’re sorry for being a tease”

You puff, looking back at Tommy, your response laced with attitude “I’m sorry Tommy”, your line of sight falling back on Nikki, “was that good enough?”.

Nikki looks to Vince for an answer, he flashes a smile that sends a wave of heat down to your core, “you fuckin’ kindin’ me?, I think this lil’ whore needs to be taught whose in charge”, before you could process the words that left the blondes mouth you felt Tommy wrap his hand around the base of your throat, lifting you off of his crotch with ease, tossing you on the floor in front of him.

He leans forward, his hand tightening around your neck, an additional hand snaking up the back of your head and into your hair, “you gonna be a good little bitch and do what you’re told?”, You wish that you could refuse, but the ever-growing patch of slick forming in between your thighs has rendered you senseless, “yes, Tommy”

“Good fucking girl-“, fishing himself from the confinement of his pants, he pumps himself a few times in preparation, a sinister look making its way onto his face “now suck me off in front of my friends”

Your hand replaces his own at the base of his cock, lifting his length in order to gain access to the underside, licking from his balls to his tip. The length of his manhood is unlike anything you’ve ever seen before, this becomes even more evident as you try, and fail, to take him all into your mouth, gagging before your lips could come flush with his pelvis.

Taking advantage of your vulnerability, Tommy takes your head into his grasp and forces you to take the entirety of his cock, pumping into your throat with such a velocity that drool oozes from the edge of your mouth, pooling at his groin.

Tear-filled eyes peer upwards, the sight of Vince working his hand around his length while attentively watching you come undone under Tommy’s sheer force makes your legs feel weak and your mind go blank. You’re somewhat brought back to consciousness when you feel Nikki pushing your skirt up around your hips, prodding at your damp hole through your barely-there underwear.

The pressure being applied onto your nether regions prompts a moan to bubble from the base of your stomach, getting caught in your throat and coming out as a set of pathetic, muffled gurgles. The vibration encourages Tommy to increase his already violent pace, his momentum coming to a halt as he pushes you to take the whole of his cock into your throat one last time, plugging your nose as to cut off your already severely restricted air flow.

Pulling from your mouth, Tommy takes you by your hair and passes you to Vince. The blonde hooks his thumb into your mouth, holding your face, a devious grin plays upon his lips. He watches as you gasp, the thin fabric of your panties being forcefully removed from your body.

Nikki pauses from behind, “beg for it”, the broad tip of his length barely making contact with your weeping cunt. Vince releases you from his grasp, your face falling into his lap, “please Nikki- please fill my pussy”, he pushes a little further, inching agonizingly slowly into your depths, catching you off guard as he pumped his entire length into your sensitive core.

Nikki grabs a hold of your arms, hauling you towards his chest, your face lifting off of Vince’s lap and up into the air.

Vince chuckles, slowly moving his hand up and down his girth as he watches Nikki ravage your body, mouth agape as you attempt to comprehend the pleasure jolting through your abdomen, “you look real cute like that, kitten”

“She does, doesn’t she?” Tommy remarks, his slender form coming into your view, kneeling down beside you and coming level with your face. “Think you could handle two?”, the mere proposition leaving you feeling disoriented, having been pushed to the point in which you’re nearly unable to form any coherent sentence, you manage to mutter out a few words “oh god- yes”

“She’s already so fucking tight, it’s gonna be fun breaking you in two, kitten” Nikki snarls, releasing your hands and allowing you to once again fall into Vince’s lap, making you level with his cock. The thick vein running alongside his length pulsating under his touch as he continues to pleasure himself.

Tommy settles himself on the sofa, extending his bare legs outwardly to settle on the tables ledge. His sizable cock still rock solid, demanding immediate attention. “Come sit on my dick, baby”

Crawling towards him like a mindless doll, you claw your way onto his lap. Straddling your hips above his painfully hard length. Although you’ve barely had enough alcohol to do any extensive damage, in the moment you felt intoxicated. The world around you spinning, every sound becoming muffled. Never have you been taken in such a feral manner.

Gliding his impressive girth along your seeping hole brings you back into a cohesive state, a stinging sensation spreads across your face as you gasp in bewilderment. “I said- sit on my fucking cock” You nod eagerly, his threatening demeanor sending shock waves of excitement through your body and down into your already abused core, enticing you to sink down onto his length. You let out a desperate whine as he fills you just as Nikki had moments earlier.

Taking it upon himself to be in control, he snakes his long arms around your torso and holds you in place, gliding in and out into your abused sex with a steady rhythm. Being put through so much blissful abuse in such a condensed amount of time has you going off the deep end, the flow of juices cascading down Tommy’s length and onto his crotch makes his abuse audible, the room thick with the smell of sex and the sound of the wet assault occurring on your tightening heat.

“Didn’t forget about me already, have you, love?” Nikki’s hand finds your hair, cranking your head back at an unnatural angle so that you’d be able to stare up into his darkening eyes. You feel his intrusive digits begin to toy with your tight ass, his actions eliciting a gasp to fall from your lips.

Fully sheathing his finger in your hole, he chuckles “Tell daddy how eager you are to be stretched over two cocks” the excitement bubbling in your stomach, reaching your mouth as you enthusiastically whine, “fuck- abuse my fucking body- please”

“Fuck, you think that’s good enough, Tommy?” , your attention is turned towards the man currently hallowing out your sex, your face falling into his clavicle as you mewl and lick, doing your best to convince the otherwise brutal lover into approving your plead for more.

Upon viewing your desperate attempt for further stimulation, Tommy chuckles to himself. “I think this little bitch deserves to be entirely filled-“ he points to Vince, “I think you should have every fucking orifice stuffed to the absolute brim, think you can do that?”, You eagerly agree, the thought even better than the one proposed previously.

“Fuck- okay”, the strikingly beautiful blonde takes it upon himself to scoot closer to you on the sofa, his fully erect member looking for the attention it’s been denied all evening thus far. You whine, pulling on Nikki’s hand as he still had your skull suspended in his grip. He guides you towards Vince, shoving your face onto his cock, your mouth easily enveloping his manhood.

At nearly the same instance, Nikki pulls his finger from your ass and begins to prod at your rim with his length, grunting as he forcefully opens your hole. The sudden sensation of being impaled upon three of the most impressive cocks you’ve ever seen takes you by surprise, your entire body feeling as though it’s been set alight from the inside, each individual nerve screaming with pure delight.

Completely letting loose, your jaw slacks around Vince’s cock, allowing him to pump into your throat without any resistance. Your frame falling flat on Tommy’s chest as he and Nikki continue their assault on your holes, as one leaves your body, the other returns, never leaving you completely empty... a feeling you’ve never experienced before.

The feeling of being overstimulated in such a sweet way already has you so close to exploding. You mindlessly gurgle on Vince’s cock, failing to contain the pleasure you’re currently experiencing.

Pathetically spent, you’re absolutely unable to contain your delight. Your weakness given away by the way you shake underneath their touch, all three men aware of the turmoil you’re being put through.

“Gonna cum already, kitten?” Nikki calls from behind, bringing his large hand down with a crack along your behind. Unable to talk due to the sizable cock down your throat you whine, throwing your body back in order to meet with their thrusts.

“Aw, come on then, let her cum” Vince replies, his voice saturated in false empathy. His pace within your mouth quickens, causing strings of drool to ooze from your lips and drip onto the sofa. All three intense sensations force you into a state of pure ecstasy, a feeling beyond anything you’ve ever experienced before.

Nothing else mattered besides them, the primal feeling they provided you. Your skin aflame, your core twitching and convulsing, your body being washed with wave after wave of immense, unstoppable delight. “AH- Please don’t stop!”

Tommy’s the second to lose control, his hips faltering, his pace uneven and sporadic. You could feel his member twitch deep within your sensitive walls. “Fuck- gonna claim you as mine” you feel his arms pull you in close, a few more thrusts and he explodes. Pulling from your cunt, his cock slips out, alongside a lewd spill of his seed.

Working to keep you in progress, Tommy holds the back of your head and continues to work your mouth around Vince’s cock, making you gag along his length. The vibration from your throat and the sight that had just unraveled before him had caused him to break down, his high hitting him faster than he had intended.

Taking your face into his hands, he glides you flush onto his base. Filling your throat with string after string of sweet nectar, pulling out only when he’s sure you had swallowed every ounce.

Seeing as you’ve finished off Vince, Nikki takes it upon himself to take full control, pulling you up into his chest and nipping at your neck. He snarls beneath your ear, speaking only loud enough for you to hear “Gonna fill every fuckin’ hole of yours, bitch”. He pumps into your ass a few more times, pulling you as close to his body as humanly possible to fill you to full capacity.

As he pulls from your body, Nikki picks you up, the motion easy as you’re unable to control a single muscle. He gently places you onto the velvet sofa, spent and used.

Looking across the room you come to realize what you’ve just endured, a lazy, cum drunk smile making its way onto your face. Maybe your job wasn’t so bad.

#Motley Crue #nikki sixx #Tommy Lee #Vince Neil #the dirt #crue #x reader #nikki sixx x reader #tommy lee x reader #vince neil x reader #80s rock #80s hair metal #motley crue fanfiction

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glacecakes · 4 years

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Alchemy Lullaby (5/?)

Of all the changes that came with living in the castle, becoming a father was not one he anticipated. When Eugene encounters a small child suffering like he did, he gives them the opportunity to grow up the way he never did… helping them both heal. (AU where Varian is 4 and gets adopted by Eugene)

Chapter 5: Varian has been kidnapped, and his family tries to save him.

SORRY this took a lot longer than I planned because school wiped me tf out. Warnings for child abuse (kinda?) some violence. Shoutout to the scar Varian discord server, AJ, Izaak, and Ten, all of whom helped me figure out some stuff for the AU! And to all of you! The response to this has been. Incredible.

I PROMISE this is the last plot heavy chapter for a lil while. The next few are just gonna be fluffy oneshots with baby mischief. Because after this, we’ll all need that.

Rapunzel gasped for breath as she skidded around the corridor. She’d been perfectly content, finishing up her portrait, when she’d looked up only to find an empty stool. That wasn’t too concerning, since Varian had a habit of wandering off. But she’d checked all his usual haunts by now, from the library’s kids section to the kitchen. Heck, she even checked to see if he’d taken a nap in his room (even though he despised them)! But he was nowhere in sight.

“Varian!” She called. “Varian, if you’re playing Hide and Seek you’re supposed to tell the seeker!”

So focused was she, the princess nearly bumped into two massive men striding down the hall. “Oh!” she gasped. “Dad! Hi, have you seen Varian?”

“Hello to you too, Rapunzel,” His father smiled. “Not since breakfast, I don’t think. Quirin?”

The man shook his head. “I’m sorry your Highness. If I see him I’ll send him your way. Varian is the little boy with the blue hair, yes? Doesn’t he normally shadow that Eugene fellow?”

It was like a light went off in Rapunzel’s mind. “Oh!” She gasped. Of course! Varian was awfully impatient, he’s probably helping Cass and Eugene!

“Ok thanks bye!” She cried, racing back the way she came, leaving the two men alone in the hallway.

“...So, how are you taking to being a grandfather?” Quirin asked.

“Never say that to me again.”

“Understood.”

Rapunzel took off towards the dungeons, and sure enough, she could hear multiple loud voices.

“Sounds like my plan…” Her voice trailed off in horror. She found Varian alright! And there were her two friends… still in prison. “Cass! Eugene! How did this happen?” She bit her lip, eyes wildly searching for an explanation.

For a moment, everyone was still. No one dared to breathe. The air was thick with tension and panic.

Varian wasn’t sure what was going on, but he did know that the mean men holding him descended on him like vultures. When he’d raced down the dungeon steps to come face to face with the escaped criminals, he had been too scared to even speak. They had taken one look at him, and grinned.

“You must be the kid Rider loves so much,” Sideburns had said, and his brother stepped forward. He’d advanced on Varian until the child’s back collided with a wall, and then scooped him up. And now these men were grinning at Eugene with shark-tooth smiles.

Soft hiccups escaped his mouth. He wanted all of this to be over! He wanted the men to let him go, Rapunzel to hug him tight, and Eugene to read to him in bed. He just wanted this all to be a bad dream.

It wasn’t a dream, but it was Eugene’s worst nightmare. He took in Varian so the child would never experience what he did growing up. He took him in so Varian would never have to resort to crime, never have the enemies Eugene did, never live in constant fear, constant flux. And while it was true Varian would never want for anything as a citizen of the castle, he now suffered because of Eugene’s past. The past he never wanted Varian to have to see or experience.

He couldn’t even muster his mask. The anxiety rushed through his veins. That was his kid in danger.

Eugene’s hands slammed onto the cell bars. “Let him go. Now!” He barked. “Come on, guys, your beef is with me! You really gonna take it out on a kid? He has nothing to do with it!”

If anything, Patches gripped the boy tighter. Varian let out a whimper, kicking his feet in an attempt to free himself. But to him, it was like trying to topple a brick wall.

Sideburns laughed. “Oh no, Rider, this has everything to do with him. See, we were going to kill you, but that seems… too kind. This,” He waltzed over and gripped pudgy cheeks. “This seems a much more fitting punishment. All you can do is sit and watch as we make sure you never see your son ever again.” Ice filled Eugene’s veins. They wouldn’t…. Would they?

He couldn’t take those chances. “No!” Eugene screamed, banging his fists against the cell door. “Take me instead! Kill me! Do whatever you want to me, just please, let him go!”

Varian only struggled more at Eugene’s distress. Never see Eugene again…? No! That sounded horrible! He didn’t want to go anywhere with these scary men, he’d rather go back to his momma!

Meanwhile, Cassandra grit her teeth. Until she was free, there was nothing she could do to help. And even then, they had a hostage. One that Cass would prefer to keep unharmed. Where did Rapunzel even put the key? She took it from her dad, did she give it back?

As if her thoughts summoned him, the Captain of the Guard’s voice rang out. “The Stabbingtons have escaped!” He called, and a smattering of footsteps followed. Guards poured into the dimly lit hallway, only to falter at the scene. It must’ve been a real sight, the prisoners out of their cells and the citizens locked in.

Patches grabbed a halberd laying against the wall and held it up to the small child’s neck. “Nobody moves,” Sideburns warned. The guards, who held their crossbows ready to fire, all faltered.

“Eugene!” Varian sobbed. “Eugene, please help!” The man let out a cry of despair, rattling the bars in a frantic attempt to get to the toddler.

The Captain seemed to finally notice them in there. “Cassandra?”

“Dad!” She cried.

“Quiet!” Sideburns roared. The halberd inched closer to Varian’s neck. It nicked him ever so slightly, and the child weeped. Tears dropped onto the silver of the weapon.

“If you know what’s good for the kid, I suggest you put your weapons down.” The large man said. Slowly but surely the guards lowered their weapons one by one. What were they supposed to do? Shoot a child? An actual child who had been adopted by the princess’s boyfriend?

Soft footsteps were the only sound. The Stabbingtons slowly backed up, inching away with Varian still in their grasp. They turned the corner, and just like that, Eugene had lost his child after only a few short weeks.

The captain rushed to move once the brothers were out of sight. He dug the keys out and with a clink, unlocked the cell keeping Eugene and Cassandra.

Like a shot from a canon, Eugene broke into a sprint, bolting after the men who stole his Varian. He used to wonder how the King and Queen felt, how awful the pain must’ve been when they lost Rapunzel. He now regrets ever wondering. It was an awful, all encompassing sadness that threatened to swallow him whole and leave him empty. He had been completely powerless to stop the Stabbingtons from kidnapping Varian in the first place. He’d fought with Cassandra, he’d sent Varian down to High Security to go retrieve a jack– Varian could’ve easily gone and got the guard, or hell, Rapunzel! He could’ve told Rapunzel that he saw they completed the game, please let them out! Instead, he hadn’t considered the dangers down below. And now his boy was suffering because of it.

Oh who was he kidding. He kept trying to say Varian was just his ward, his kid, dancing around the s word. But with the threat of never seeing him again, Eugene was no longer willing to deny it.

Varian was his son.

And Varian was in danger.

His eyes stung with unshed tears, lungs burning and legs pounding on the pavement.

He heard the telltale sounds of someone catching up beside him. He glanced over, expecting it to be Rapunzel, but instead found it to be Cassandra. They skidded around another corner just in time to see the Stabbingtons enter a small tunnel.

The whole time Varian cried and struggled. Patches had thrown Varian over his shoulder, and while the child kicked and hit, it was to no effect. He sobbed his little heart out as he was forced down into the tunnels. Eventually, the Stabbingtons had had enough.

Sideburns grabbed his face. “Shut up or I’ll gag you.”

“I don’t know what that means!”

“If you’re quiet you won’t have to find out.”

The little boy screwed his eyes shut, desperately trying to quell his sobs. Deep breaths, in and out, just like Rapunzel showed him when he scraped his knee.

“Varian!”

Varian’s head snapped up. Hope glistened in his young eyes. It was Eugene and Cassie! They raced towards him, trying to catch up to the Stabbingtons.

Patches scowled. He threw Varian to the ground, and the child hit the floor with a cry of pain. Dust billowed up around him, coating his pants. A sharp rock caught onto his arm, and Varian had to swallow down a fresh onslaught of tears. He didn’t want to get into more trouble.

The ginger-haired man brought his full weight onto the wooden support pillar once, twice, three times, and it splintered. The tunnel shook, severely weakened without its support. Eugene and Cassandra sprinted the remaining feet, barely managing to dive towards the kidnappers and avoid the oncoming rockslide. Debris clouded the musky hallway, and when the dust settled, it was just them.

No guards and no Rapunzel. They were on their own.

...Unarmed.

Undeterred, Cassandra lowered into a fighting position, fists raised and ready to punch. She leaped forward, landing a solid punch onto Patches. He fell back and hissed in pain. The halberd clattered to the floor, and Varian scrambled on top of it. It was far too large for him to use, but he managed to get it upright.

Rising to his full height, Patches threw a punch at Cassandra. The woman was short enough to duck, sliding around his hulking form to avoid hit after hit. But she couldn’t take him down, not on her own.

A quick glance over her shoulder saw Eugene had begun to fight with Sideburns. The ex thief snarled at his old ally, all charm and false pretenses gone. But for all of his determination, Sideburns managed to land a few hits, and it quickly became apparent that neither of them could defeat these large men at hand to hand.

“Varian!” Cassandra called. “The halberd, give it to me!”

The child whimpered. “I-I’m not supposed to listen to you!” If he misbehaved, bad things happened! Momma always told him the destruction that followed them was his fault. If only he behaved!

Eugene grunted as he dodged a mean left hook. “Varian, I shouldn’t have told you that! I was just trying to upset Cassandra!” He kicked at Sideburns’s legs, but the man was a brick shithouse. “You don’t have to do everything I say, because half the time I don’t know if I’m making the right call!”

Another dodge. “Half?” Cassandra grunted.

Eugene rolled his eyes. “Ok, most of the time. Give her the halberd!”

That was all it took. Varian dropped the halberd right into Cassandra’s path, and she grabbed it. The weapon twirled once, twice, and then the flat side whacked Patches, sending him sprawling.

“Now that’s how you use a halberd,” Eugene called, and the handmaiden smirked.

“Nice job, kid.” She said. Varian gave her a shaky smile. Now, to help Eugene…

Said man let out a cry of pain. Sideburns landed a hard hit on his face, and he was sent sprawling.

“Oi, watch the merchandise,” He moaned.

“You know, we were going to let you live, just without your kid,” The towering criminal growled, fire in his eyes. “But I think I’ve changed my mind.”

Varian stood in horror, watching as Cassandra tried to cross the battlefield to help, but she couldn’t stop the kick Eugene got to his face. He hit the wall with a crack.

The little child shook in terror. He’d been kidnapped, held at knifepoint, threatened, and now Eugene, his Eugene, was about to die. The terror had been steadily building, he’d only just managed to stop crying, but to think of a life without Eugene?

Would he go back on the streets? Back to his momma? Would Rapunzel and Cassie blame him? If only he’d been smarter, if only he hadn’t gotten kidnapped, Eugene would still be there!

A stream of blood dripped down Eugene’s nose.

The terror went into overdrive.

Varian screamed.

The earth began to rumble, pebbles jumping up and down from the floor. A deep groan came from the earth, and the tunnel around them began to crack. The small child’s hair began to float, unaffected by gravity, and his hairstripe glowed brighter and brighter, until it shone like a star in the sky.

From behind Varian, large obsidian rocks sprouted. They sped towards Sideburns, growing bigger and thicker, snaking towards the man. He only had enough time to look up in shock before the rocks sent him flying. He hit the rocks from the earlier cave-in and crumpled beside his brother with a groan.

The earth stopped rumbling. The tunnel settled. Varian’s hair fell back down over his face.

Eugene blinked in shock. One moment he was about to die, the next, large black rocks came in and finished the battle. He’d heard from Cassandra and Rapunzel about the rocks that grew back her hair, these must be the same ones.

But how did they get there…?

“Eugene!”

He barely had any time to think before a blur collided with his chest. Varian gripped onto his vest and wailed, burrowing his face as deep as it could go.

“Hey, hey, it’s ok, you were super brave today,” Eugene whispered, wrapping his arms around the trembling child. “It’s over, you’re ok. We just gotta… get out of here…”

Cassandra poked at the rocks. While they had saved the day, they now blocked their only escape.

“Cass? Eugene? Varian?” Rapunzel’s voice floated down. They glanced up, and the princess was peering down from a small hole in the ceiling. Moonlight filtered through and settled on them like a spotlight. “Is everyone ok?” The princess asked as she let down her hair. As soon as they were all up, she wrapped the whole group in a bear hug. “No one’s hurt right? We’re all safe now?” Her eyes shone with unshed tears.

Eugene stepped back, readjusting his grip on Varian. “Yea. We’re safe now.”

The walk back to the castle was quiet. The Captain took on rearresting the Stabbingtons, letting everyone head to their rooms to recoup from today’s insane events.

“I’m so sorry, for everything,” Rapunzel moaned. “I shouldn’t have done that, I should’ve helped you talk it out, and then I let Varian out of my sight, and-”

Eugene wrapped one arm around his girlfriend. The other supported a dozing Varian. “Hey, hey, Blondie, it’s ok.”

“Yea, we all made mistakes today,” Cassandra piped up. “...But Eugene started it.”

“I did not!”

“Did too!”

Rapunzel groaned, but smiles on all their faces gave away that none of it was serious. The rest of the trek back to the castle was devoted to filling Rapunzel in.

“The black rocks…?” She asked. “The ones that gave me back my hair?”

Cassandra nodded. She gazed off into the distance, deep in thought. “I wonder if they responded to your distress? Or maybe it was just a coincidence?”

“Eh, who cares. They did a good job! Go team.” Eugene shrugged. “I say we worry about it another time. Well, I don’t know about you guys, but I am exhausted, so I’m gonna put this little guy to sleep and then turn in,” Eugene began, but stopped when Varian began to whimper.

The toddler clutched onto Eugene like a lifeline, shaking his head violently. “Please, no, don’t leave me,” He whispered. “I don’ wanna be alone, please don’t leave me.”

The last time he got that upset… the last time the black rocks appeared…

That had been the last straw for momma. She’d left him not a week later.

Eugene glanced nervously and Rapunzel and Cassandra. As much as he wanted to help Varian, he was way out of his depth. Dealing with a trauma like this…

Cassandra thought for a second before speaking. “Hey, I have an idea. Rapunzel’s bed is pretty big, why don’t we all have a big sleepover? Would you like that?” She ran gentle fingers through Varian’s hair. The child melted into her touch.

“Yea, ok.”

The man breathed a sigh of relief. “Thanks,” he murmured, and Cassandra gave him a smile back. She moved to brush some dirt off Varian’s shirt, and in the process, moved his shirt sleeve.

“Nooooo,” Varian moaned sleepily. He kicked his legs. “My shirt stays!”

The handmaiden rolled her eyes. “I don’t get it. That has to be uncomfortable. Why do you insist on rolling your sleeves up?”

Varian yawned, curling up in Eugene’s arms. He spoke like the answer was obvious. “‘Cuz that’s how Eugene wears ‘em. I wanna be like him.” With that, he finally fell asleep.

The kid sure was something else, it seemed.

But they could handle him if they all worked together.

“They’re here?” Quirin breathed. “In the castle?”

“The tunnels beneath the castle,” Frederick groaned, running his hand down his face. “If Ulla is telling the truth, then its source is somewhere here.”

“We will find it,” Quirin insisted. “And when we find it… we must destroy it.”

#tangled #tangled the series #varian #tts #tts varian #team awesome #tangled eugene #eugene fitzherbert #tts eugene

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thebrotherswholoved · 6 years

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unconditionally

summary: A short lil’ drabble in which Sam and Dean have a teenaged kid who reveals a secret to them.

words: 1.7k

read on ao3 (please)

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Sam and Dean’s daughter comes home from school one day with a black eye, bruises, and a limp, making it difficult to sneak past her overbearing dads unnoticed. Her arm is probably broken given the deformity in her wrist, but that’s not what really hurts—no, it’s now how those kids beat her up, it’s why. Her secret is killing her, now literally as well as figuratively.

When the fifteen year old tries to get through the door after walking from her bus stop, she doesn’t expect her fathers to be home. Her dad works as a forensic analyst down at the police department and her papa is a medical assistant, so they rarely get home before five o’clock even if they work the same hours. So when she stumbles into the foyer like a fawn learning to walk, wincing with every movement because god, those kids fucked her up, she’s surprised to hear a concerned gasp and footsteps running toward her weakened body.

“Jenna, what the hell happened?!” Dean asks as he takes his daughter into his arms, trying to be as gentle as possible with her while he carries her to the couch. A Maury Povich rerun is still playing onscreen from seconds earlier when he and Sam were snuggling together on their break, but he drowns out the results of Donna whatever-her-name-was’s paternity test to take care of his little girl.

Sam hustles in from the powder room with a hospital-worthy first aid kit in hand and joins his husband and daughter on the sofa to get a better look at her wounds. She’s got bruises running up and down her arms, a laceration on her forehead, a sprained ankle, a black eye, and a fractured wrist (that would have to be determined by a doctor, but he’s basically one, right?)—a whole mess of blood and hurt.

“Oh, baby…” he pushes her hair back and hisses at the dried blood staining her skin, “what happened? Who did this to you?”

Jenna, scared to death, attempts to stand up and ��walk it off’ only to be ushered back to a sitting position between the two men.

“Uh…” she winces at her split lip, making it incredibly difficult to talk coherently, “these kids, four or five of ‘em I think, ganged up on me. I’m fine, though; you don’t have’ta baby me.”

Dean shakes his head and tries to remain calm, even though every fiber of his being is telling him to track those bastards down and make sure they’ll never come after his little girl again. “Jen, you got hurt pretty bad. If Sammy can’t fix you up, we’re takin’ you to the hospital.”

The teen shakes her head in an adamant plea, tears coming to her emerald eyes. “No! Please, no. That’ll just make it worse.”

“Hey, we’ll only go if we have to.” Sam assures the brunette in his arms, knowing full well that she hates hospitals. In the fourth grade she had to go in for an emergency appendectomy, and she passed out when the nurse put her IV in. “Can you lift up your shirt a little, bug? I’m not gonna look, I’ve just gotta check your stomach.”

Her face goes pale at this, but she reluctantly nods her head and pulls her flannel shirt up to expose her abdomen. To his relief, Sam finds no hardness or tenderness when he presses around her midsection, instead becoming perplexed at another finding. When he pulls her shirt back down, his finger brushes against something that feels like an ACE bandage.

Biting his lip, he looks down at her as she places an ice pack over her left eye. “Did you try bandaging yourself already, Jen? ‘Cause I thought I felt a wrap around your ribs.”

Jenna looks like she’s going to be sick with anxiety. Ignoring all the pain in her body, she begins hyperventilating when she tries to speak, and Sam holds her tight to calm her down. Dean works her through her breathing—4, 5, 7—and they wait until she had enough control over herself to finish her thought.

“N-no, I—that’s for s-something else.” She’s crying now, borderline hysterical: a sight that makes her fathers want to start weeping as well. They look at her and silently ask her to elaborate, but she bites her bloody lip and shakes her head. “I don’t…I can’t tell you. I just can’t. You’ll be pissed and hate me forever.”

Her papa takes her hand in his and looks her in the eye. “Bug, you can tell your dad and I anything. We’ll never judge you, ever.”

“We promise,” Dean chimes in. “I mean, your papa and I were literally in a sanitarium for, like, a week. Right, babe?”

“Yeah.” Sam nods with a chuckle. “So, whatever you need to tell us, we can guarantee that we’ve heard and dealt with worse.”

These words seem to help Jenna compose herself and conjure up the courage needed to reveal this part of her identity she’s kept secret for so long. It’s been so rough lying to her dads since she discovered that she is who she is two years ago and she’s exhausted. Maybe, just maybe, they’ll be alright with it.

“Okay,” she whispers, lowering the ice from her bruised eye. “You know how there are some kids who…I dunno, they don’t feel comfortable in their bodies, I guess?”

The younger brother thinks for a moment then nods like a lightbulb went off in his head. “Yeah! Those teens with gender identity disorder and stuff. I worked with a girl who had that, got her on estrogen.”

Dean smiles at his husband’s comment and ponders the correlation before turning back to Jenna, thoroughly confused. “What about them?”

The fifteen year old is fumbling with the hem of her shirt now. She’s barely been able to come out to her best friend, and now her parents? That’s a huge leap. But, she’s hidden for long enough—she won’t let this kill her. Not like how it’s killed so many others. “I…I’m one of those k-kids. I’m sorry, Dad…Papa…”

Sam sits in silence for a few seconds before he hears crying from beside him, the figure in his arms shaking violently. He locks eyes with his husband, who nods with a small, understanding smile, and clears his throat.

“Hey, don’t cry,” he cooes, running his fingers through the long hair rubbing against his arm—that will probably have to go. “This doesn’t change a damn thing, bug. Your dad and I love you more than anything else in this world, and something this isn’t going to change that. You don’t have to be our Jenna for us to love you.”

“If it’s any consolation, I didn’t agree with your papa when he chose your name,” Dean leans in to mutter, earning him a bitch face from Sam and a small chuckle from the ball of emotion beside him. “Do you want us to call you somethin’ different? I can’t promise that I’ll get it immediately, but I’ll try my best.”

The teen looks up at him with reddened eyes and smiles a bit. “Jack. I like the name Jack…is that okay?”

“Sure thing, Jack,” Dean kisses his son’s head and feels his tears wet his Led Zeppelin lounge shirt. He’s not alarmed, though; he knows that these tears are happy ones. “Alright, now that you’ve got that off your chest…get it?”

His husband snorts a bit and Jack laughs from beside him, now confident in his choice to tell the two idiots he’s proud to call his dads.

The older man coughs and carries on talking. “Now that that’s aired out, how ‘bout we watch Maury Povich while Papa patches you up, yeah?”

No longer hesitant, the boy nods and doesn’t really feel his physical pain over his emotional exuberance. Sam moves to grab some antiseptic but stops himself, first turning back to Jack and nodding at his chest.

“Will you take that off? It’s bad for your lungs and ribs,” he asks in a gentle voice.

The teen frowns to himself but still nods his head, reaching to his side to undo the clips fastening the bandage wrap around his chest. Once it ceases impairing his ability to breathe, Jack exhales and stretches his back, still grimacing at the feeling of his breasts against his shirt. His papa notices and pats his leg.

“I’ll order you a real binder online tonight, I promise,” he murmurs while Dean is fully indulging in his talk show obsession.

Jack beams and mouths a ‘thank you,’ which is answered with a ‘no problem, son.’ At that moment, Jack can’t remember why he was ever hesitant about telling his dads at all. They’ve always said that they’d be there for him through thick and thin, bad and good, no matter what—and they’ve come through time and time again.

”Hey, you wanna know a secret?” Dean asks his son in a whisper. Jack nods with a skepticism head tilt—damnit, Uncle Cas—and the father smiles. “When your Papa and I found out we were expecting you, I made a promise. I swore I’d always love you no matter what happened, and that I would do everything in my power to protect you and make sure you’d never be afraid to tell us anything.”

Sam sheds a tear at his lover’s words, taking his hand and looking at their son, who they’re meeting for the first time; god, he already looks so much happier and full of life than their daughter. “He did. I was there, he thought I was asleep. I made the same promise, Jack. We’re always in your corner,- nd we’ll never stop loving you.”

Jack sobs and embraces his dads. He’s never been happier than at this moment, getting his injuries nursed by his overprotective Papa and having his Dad nudge him to point at the TV and laugh at something dumb. Little does he know, his Dad is gonna come after those kids that beat him up with a BB gun and chase them off, all while screaming: “this is for my son, Jack!”

Everything is going to be alright, and he knows it. Family don’t end in blood, and he’s proud to be Jack Winchester.

#wincest #sam x dean #sam/dean #samdean #otp: and they were soulmates #i know i know #i need to stop #but trans fics make me so happy #theyd be such good lgbt parents #like lets be honest #fanfic #my fanfiction #wincest fanfic #drabble

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lefthandedhotch · 1 year

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i’m so glad you’ve been good!! i’ve been good too!! just taking things slow!! 💗💗💗💗

okay and a little aaron thought 🤭💗💗 cuddly aaron <33333 especially after you have your babies too 🥺 cuddling with all your hotchners after a long day at work 🥺 jack in your arms and your baby girl in aaron’s 🥺🥺💗 you’re all so happy and love each other sooooo much! it’s safe and warm and perfect and aaron’s personal heaven 🥺💗

- 🌙

hehehe i’m glad you’ve been good too!!! i hope you’re having a great week 🤭🥰💗💗💗

WEEPS!!!!! 🥺 it’s become arguably the most important part of yours and aaron’s after work routine to come home to your babies and squish so close on the couch with them as jack giggles and tells you all about his day at school and how he was such a good big brother and helped his auntie jess with his baby sister when he got home all while your smiley girl babbles her little baby noises and snuggles into aaron’s chest sooooooo happily 🥺🥺🥺💗💗💗💗 and when aaron looks at you over the kiddos’ heads, there’s so much love and joy in his eyes that you start getting all teary because you’re so happy to have built this little slice of perfection with aaron and you just love him (and your lil hotchner bugs 🤭) so so SO much it feels like your heart is just gonna burst 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞🥰🥰🥰

#🌙 anon!#OW!!!! :’)))#domestic aaron my beloved <3 #him getting to enjoy peace and love with his lil family :(#after everything he’s been through :(#.hotch #aaron.hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader

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halfabreath · 7 years

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🍼 - kid fic/(accidental) baby acquisition (holsom seems really obvious, but like anything with holster and accidental babies has to be hilarious soooooo ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )

Bullet Fic Prompts. Accepting.

ransom and holster kiss for the first time after their first game of their senior year. they lost the game but they were both so proud of each other for being good captains that all their unrequited emotions came bubbling out and BOOM now they’re dating

both of them had hooked up with other people earlier in the year but they don’t think much of it. one of the people holster hooked up with was a girl from Samwell’s Jewish community group named Tsega and they still hang out sometimes

on holsom’s one month anniversary Tsega tells holster’s she’s two months pregnant and just found out

holster doesn’t know what to do. he immediately freaks out but Tsega’s like ‘hey, i’ve never been pregnant before i don’t know what’s going on all i want to do is dig up bones’ (she’s an archaeology major)

naturally they turn to ransom, who is “both organized and beautiful and the smartest, most handsomest man on the planet and i also love him”

they come up with A Plan. Tsega’s never really been interested in having kids (again, she just wants to dig up bones) and already has a Fullbright grant to fund a year long dig in China after they graduate but has decided to have the baby and put him/her up for adoption so holsom have a Grownup conversation and decide to raise the baby

ransom and holster’s senior year is pretty much the same as canon except for the doctors appointments with Tsega, constantly mounting stress and knowledge that they’ll have a baby and graduate in the same month

so it’s a lot different is what i’m saying

there’s still kegsters and games and shenanigans but it’s also going to the obgyn and holsom’s job angst is magnified by about a million

then. it happens. Tsega goes into labor early IN THE MIDDLE OF A PLAYOFF GAME. she can’t get in contact with ransom and holster because there’s a no phones in the locker room or on the ice and they thought they had weeks before they had to be on constant alert

holsom turn on their phones after a tough loss to find that they have, between the two of them, 73 missed calls, messages, and texts

it’s the most stressful bus ride of their lives. they’re taken straight to the hospital and the entire team pours out of the bus, all in their game day suits and flood the waiting room

holsom burst into tsega’s room, terrified they’ve missed the birth of their baby and she’s just chillin, still not fully dilated

she greets them with a “heard you lost, tough break boys”

holster: almost passes out in relief

ransom: has to catch his giant boyfriend as he almost passes out

the next thing holsom knows they have a tiny little baby?? that’s theirs?? forever??

they name him asher birkholtz-oluransi and he lives in the Haus for his first month of life

there’s a strict “no baby on the couch” rule

newborn + finals is not a good combination but luckily they have a haus full of teammates to help

“bitty babies can’t eat pies” “holster i KNOW but he can still smell them and i want him to know what good pie smells like”

jack and tater swing by and they bring asher lil jerseys and ransom almost dies when tater starts trying to teach asher russian

“dex stop glaring at my son” “for the millionth time this is just my face”

nursey reads poetry to help asher get to sleep. it doesn’t work.

asher’s first stuffed animal is one of chower’s shark plushies and holsom literally weep when chowder gives it to him

shitty comes by and spends an hour affirming asher as he sleeps to make sure his self esteem is high enough

lardo makes him a mobile of bedazzled tiny hockey objects

the tadpoles are actually baby superstars?? which no one expected??

asher attends all of ransom’s finals because he actually feels much calmer with his lil sleeping baby strapped to his chest

holster binges like 2 seasons of 30 rock because he’s mcfreaking out about school and graduating and moving

“look asher, that’s tina fey. can you say i love tina fey? ti-na feeeeeey”

“holster our sons first words will not be tina fey”

“JUST LET ME HAVE THIS JUSTIN”

asher attends his parents graduation and holster gets him a lil robe because “he just graduated the womb, dude”

they have the cutest graduation pictures on the planet, hands down. no competition. it’s not even close.

#noel writes #answered #chocolatechipcookiesplease #probably not as funny as you thought it was going to be but here!!#pls take this!!#honestly the month before they graduate is when all the funny shit would happen tbqh #bullet fic #brainstorm #holsom #omgcp

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sicklylittlesnowflake · 7 years

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Could you do a sneezefic where Jack is excited to go somewhere and crutchie gets sick and feels really bad about letting jack down.

(I just bought N//ews1es L//ive and I am all for some n//ews1es content!! I am also sorry that this is super short, and its not the most well written, but I’m hitting a writers block :// but i still want to keep posting and pushing myself! Fic under the cut)

Jack’s dream was always to go to Santa Fe.

He saw it in his dreams, a sickly sweet magical paradise where he didn’t have to as much as think of the harsh reality of his life in New York. When push came to shove and monsters taunted him, he’d push through with his eyes closed with Santa Fe giving him his only hope. He’d forget about his worries as he lost himself in his art, so he could visualise the paradise so it could seem more real.

Santa Fe was all he had. It was the only thing keeping him going.

That was until he met Crutchie.

The moment Jack laid his eyes on the new Newsboy selling papes, his voice slick and smooth as he sold to eager passerbys. He was rough and dirtied up like the rest of them, but there was something so endearing about his soft skin and how the light perfectly balanced off him. There was something about the twinkle in his eye, the sweetness and sunny optimism that he radiated despite the darkness of his situation.

Jack had vowed to love this boy forever.

Throughout the years, the two had grown a deep bond with one another. It was a bond that no other newsie questioned, a constant in their lives. It was a part of routine, and everyone understood how much they had cared for each other.

One day, Jack got the opportunity to finally come to his dreamland, his paradise, everything he had ever wanted right in front of him.

But he realised that Crutchie was all he ever wanted. He was right here in New York, and wherever he was, Jack was there right by his side.

But Crutchie understood how much Santa Fe meant to Jack, and while Jack had no more interest in moving to Santa Fe, and had grown a fondness of New York, he wanted Jack to at least see the place.

He had worked extra hard selling papes over the past few months, and had finally earned enough money for the two of them to visit Santa Fe for a week.

Jack was ecstatic, and Crutchie’s heart could not handle the look of happiness on his beloveds face. He felt accomplished, feeling his happiest when Jack was happy. The best thing in life was Jack Kelly’s smile.

But the weeks of hard labour and exerting himself did not do good for Crutchie’s weaker immune system.

He really had overexerted himself trying to save up for Jack, and he had been so into his goal that he had left his own health on the sidelines. He was constantly energetically selling papes, and when he wasn’t he was thinking of more ways to sell papes. The work had took a toll on his system.

“Papes! A small scruff of a child goes missin’ in a dark ol’ forest and yous’ll never guess what happened next!” Crutchie yelled out, slightly exaggerating the story.

Suddenly, a light tickle began to itch at his nose. Crutchie groaned softly, rubbing irritably at his nose trying to avoid the tickle, but it only traveled to the tip of his nose where it was completely inevitable.

“hhhehhITTSchUU! HhffttSSCHHIEW! Ugh,” Crutchie sneezed into his sleeve, sniffling tiredly and went back to selling papes, trying to ignore the building fatigue that ate at his bones.

He shivered violently, gripping onto his crutch tight, the wooden object threatening to lose its balance, slipping and causing him to stumble and collapse on to the floor. Crutchie wasn’t too fussed about it though, falling on the floor and laying there didn’t sound too awful at all.

Crutchie coughed a fit of congested coughs into the crook of his arm, his body shaking intensely as he did. He tightened his grip on the crutch further, for fear that his body would be overpowered by the force of his coughing. Through his watery, bleary eyes he could see the worried eyes of Romeo staring at him worriedly, and he was running off.

Crutchie tried to make a noise of protest, worried that Romeo would run off and tell Jack, but all that came out of his throats was a strangled wheeze. He cleared his throat irritably, hoping that Romeo wouldn’t. He shivered with the cold, pulling his sleeves down to try and provide himself with some more warmth and coverage.

Crutchie tried to get back into selling papes, but he physically could not muster enough energy in him to yell his little heart and enthuse the citizens of New York about this newspaper. He winced at a headache pounding at his head, squinting and rubbing at his temples aggressively in a desperate attempt to seize or soothe his headache.

Suddenly he felt an arm on his shoulder.

“Oh shit!” Crutchie exclaimed in shock, turning around voice scratchy like sandpaper.

Race frowned at him as he got a look at Crutchie’s face, “Yeah, Romeo ain’t lyin’. Ya really are sick, ain’t ya Crutch?”

Crutchie scowled at him and shook his head, turning away from him, “I ain’t a clue what yer talkin’ about, Race.”

As of his body wanted to make Crutchie look stupid, he was inhaling sharply and pitching forward towards the floor, “ehhttSCHU! hahhppSHUU!”

Race raised an eyebrow, “Wow, I am so convinced.”

“Oh shaddup Race!” Crutchie hissed, sniffling as he aggressively rubbed at his reddened nose irritably, a dazed look on his face, a sure sign the tickle hadn’t left yet.

Race frowned, “Ya ain’t goin’ to Santa Fe tomorrow.”

Crutchie grew defensive, heat rising in his body as he snapped, “Ya we are! We’ve been planning this thing for ages, Race, I ain’t gonna ruin this!”

Race softened, “I never said you would. Jack ain’t gonna let ya like that.”

Crutchie huffed, sulking, “Its a cold, Race. It’ll be gone in a day or two. I ain’t lettin’ somethin’ as stupid as a cold ruin this for Jack.”

“Exactly, Crutchie,” Race explained, putting a firm hand on Crutchie’s shoulder comfortingly and kindly, “You can’t let a cold ruin this. You can go next week, or as soon as ya kick this thing. Jack deserves to experience Santa Fe with you, not some half assed, feverish version of you. You can’t do that to him, can ya, Crutch?”

Crutchie’s eyes welled up with tears, biting his lip defensively and refused to meet Race’s eye, nose twitching as he sneezed into his arm again, “eehhTSSCHHUU! hahhtTSCHIIEE! hehhTSCHU!”

He sniffled weakly, “I know I’m letting Jack down, Race! I know! I don’t need a reminder! I keep ruining things for him, I keep holding him back..he would be better off with Katherine or Davey.”

Race’s face fell, “No! That’s not what I was at, Crutchie! I just mean that you need to look after your..”

“Whats the commotion down here?” Jack yelled at them, voice bursting with joy and the signature Jack Kelly slickness, striding coolly towards the two of them.

“Is Race over here a lil’ jealous he ain’t comin’ to Santa Fe with us?” Jack teased, ruffling Race’s hair playfully. His cheerful grin faded a little as he noticed Race didn’t respond with a snide comment, or Crutchie didn’t respond with a snarky smile.

“Hey, hey, what’s goin’ on?” Jack asked softly, grabbing Crutchie and wrapping an arm around him gently.

“Nothin’, Jack!” Crutchie hissed defensively, frustrated tears trying to force themselves out as he squirmed in his grasp.

Crutchie’s breath hitched, eyes fluttering shut, nostrils twitching in an attempt to hold back his sneezing, but as the tickle that was once concentrated by his bridge traveled downwards to the tip he lost the battle against his own sinuses. He inhaled sharply and managed to catch his sneezes into the crook of his arm.

“HhEEhHshUU! HehhehhSHEHH! HahhtSCHHEE! HehhTSHHIIEE!” Crutchie sneezed ticklishly and miserably into his arm, letting out a pathetic sniffle as he finished, refusing to meet Jack’s eye.

Race decided to make a quiet leave when Jack’s face fell.

“..Crutchie, you’re sick..”

Crutchie could hear the sadness dripping out of Jack’s heartbroken voice. He couldn’t handle the fact that he had hurt Jack, that he was constantly causing pain to him and that he kept letting him down. Crutchie’s heart couldn’t take it.

Crutchie burst into tears, pushing Jack off him and turning his back as he shook violently with sobs, guilt pouring out of him by his ever flowing tears, spilling onto his fever reddened cheeks. He couldn’t help the ugly little sobs that ripped out of his throat.

“Crutchie?!” Jack exclaimed, his heart sinking and tightening as his beloved began to burst into tears.

“I’m so sorry Jack,” Crutchie weeped shakily, covering his face with his hands, feeling ashamed and embarrassed, overly sensitive from his illness. He felt so exhausted, just wanting a break from all of this.

Jack approached him slowly, before cautiously but firmly resting a hand on his shoulder. Crutchie tensed, but soon enough relaxed so Jack took it upon himself to slowly wrap his arms around Crutchie’s waist, resting his chin on Crutchie’s dirty blonde hair.

“What’s wrong, bud?” Jack whispered gently.

Crutchie’s nose ran rapidly as he cried, wiping it on his sleeve as he tried to speak over his violent hiccuping, “I ruin everything Jack..this was supposed to be special, I just want you to be happy and I keep doing this to you..I don’t deserve you Jack, I ain’t good enough. You was so excited for all this, and I keep doing this to you! It ain’t fair on you..”

Jack was shocked, “What? What do you mean you ain’t deserve me? You are the best thing in my life, Crutchie. We’s a family, Crutchie, I told you this..”

Crutchie sniffled, “..hahh..hhEETSSSCHHEE! hahhTsCHHIIUU! ..I know, and you said you’d never let me down..and you don’t, but I always let you down..”

Jack kissed the top of Crutchie’s head, “That ain’t true, baby, I love you real good Crutchie. You never let me down..you bring me up, up to the skies, cloud nine and alls that junk. Did ya forget you saved all this cash for me to see my stupid little dream? It aint gotta be tomorrow, Crutchie.”

“You were so excited,” Crutchie croaked, voice cracking.

“Yeah, but I ain’t gonna be happy if I knows you ain’t. We stills young, Crutchie, we got tomorrow and the day after. It can wait,” Jack reassured, spinning Crutchie around so that he could be facing him. He leaned forward and wiped away his tears, gazing at him with so much love and passion.

Crutchie ducked away, inhaling sharply, “hehhITSSCHHUU! hahhTSCHHEEHH!”

Jack chuckled and kissed Crutchie’s nose fondly, “Santa fe don’t much matter if you ain’t with me.”

He kissed his forehead lovingly, “Nothing is, if you ain’t there with me.”

Crutchie managed a weak smile through his hiccuping, “..Wherever you go, Jack Kelly, I’ll be right by your side.”

Jack smiled from ear to ear, bringing him close for a hug, then scooped him up into his arms with a smirk with ease.

Crutchie squirmed, but giggled all the same. He quickly covered his face, “hehhTSCHHIUU!..ugh..”

“I’m gonna nurse you back to health, baby, I promise,” Jack smirked, ruffling Crutchie’s hair as he began to walk home.

“After you do that, we’s off to paradise, eh?” Crutchie giggled.

Jack smiled fondly and kissed his cheek, “When you’re here, I’m already there.”

#snz #snez #snzfic #sneezing #prompts #im so sorry anon this wasnt very good #but this is all i can do for now!!#i never know what to tag my snz stuff as lmao

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mrskandiibaby2269 · 7 years

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For Old Times Sake

For Old Time Sake

Pt.1

Damn what’s it been about over 10 years

You look well

Real well and good

Yeah it’s cool if we text

But on a friend level

Because I don’t want upset your wife

And my man on my side

He crazy but it’s all good

And innocent

Yeah that’s what we say now

But what about later on

Our intentions is gonna make the next move

Bored at home no one to talk to

Your voice on the other end

Is still just as smooth I mean damn

I’m not suppose to feeling this way

Feelings from way back when

When we had something

Flashbacks making me hot

Thoughts of what we did in

High school got me melting

And quietly actin a fool

Over this phone I gotta play it cool

Damn boo… I mean dude

Again that smooth voice

Is making me ache

Say what ?

Yeah I remember when I said this

And when you said that

Hell yeah our phone sex convos

Was crazy just thinking bout em

Got me playing with my—

Damn please tell me I didn’t say dat

Out loud I’m sorry if I’m making you

Feel uncomfortable I’ll hang up now

No wait do you still have that sex ache

No I don’t

Stop playing be real do you still have

That sex ache

Yes, ok yeah I do

Close your eyes and image me

Right there

Rub your clit nice and slow

Hold on are we really doing this ?

Yea we are for old times sake tho….

To Be Continued

Damn you sure ain’t making this easy

I’m over here getting wetter by the

Minute

Wait hold up

Am I hearing what I think I’m

Hearing plies talking bout his girl

Who got a pretty pussy

But he put a “Ms.” in front of it

Excuse me sir what are you trying

Do to me

Just tryna make you hot and wet

Like things use to be

We can’t do this this is so wrong

But you know it feels so good

Mmm tell me what you got on

Really, I can’t do this

Come on please tell me what you

Got on

A white tank and some shorts

Take it all off

Nice and slow

Now there goes usher throwback

Playing on the radio

That better not be chris brown

wet the bed

Yeah it’s is and you about to do the

Same thing in a few

Damn I want you so bad

I really do miss you

I miss you and I want you too

Can you feel me spreading you legs

Apart and kissing your thighs

Slowly making my way to your

Pretty Pussy damn you still taste

Sweet as fuck

Can you feel my tongue traveling

All over your lips

Yes I can mmm shit

Keep going baby rub that clit

While I go in circles

Over and over

Kissing and licking and slurping

On your lips

Non stop

How am I doing baby

Mmmm real good

Good go ahead cum in my mouth

Mmmm got me moaning your name

Keep going while I go inside you

Deep deeper and deeper

While

your legs get weaker and weaker

Damn now 2012 by CBreezy

Got me wetter like crazy don’t stop

Don’t worry I’m not

Can you feel me going in and out

Hitting your spot

Looking into your eyes

Kissing you

Mmmm yes yes mmmm Ahhh yes

Tell me you like it baby

I like it baby ohhh I like it

I’m flipping you over

Ride me mommy

I’m going up and down

Grinding my body back and forth

Squeezing my pussy tighter on

Your dick

Damn, that feels so good

don’t stop

Put your hands on my hips

While I bounce you up and down

Harder and harder

And you go

deeper and deeper inside of

You

While I feel your juices sliding

down my

Dick

Mmmm aghhh

Fuck shit

Go faster

While you smack

Yo ass

Mmmmm ooouuu yasss daddy

I like it rough

Flip you over on your knees

Put that arch in your back

While I hit it hard

Rough and deep

Smack my ass and repeat

Soon as we get started

Making love going hard

I hear ….

Trey Songz got the neighbors Knowing his name

Home alone so I can do the same

Me too

Fuck __________

Damn__________

You feel so fucking good

Cum on my dick

Not until I suck it

Push you down on the bed

And take you in my mouth

Whipping my tongue in circles

From the tip down to

the whole meat a lil bob

And spit here

A lil bob and slurp there

Add it all up and I’m going crazy

Bobbing my head up and down

While you pull and tug on my hair

How does it feel daddy?

It feels amazing mommy keep

Going kee– keep going fuck

Shit I’m fucking your throat

As I deep throat you

Yesss shh-shit

Just like that

Fuck fuck

Fuck it let’s

69!!!!!

I’ll suck you nice and deep I’ll lick and kiss that sweet pussy

Till you nut in my mouth Till you cum in mine

Cum on daddy it’s game time I’m ready baby

Shit don’t stop Take this dick

Take this pussy

Damn I miss this pussy Fuck I miss this dick

So fucking good

I’m biting my lip and the pillow

I’m gripping the sheets

While you ride

Now I’m on top

Got your legs in the air

Beating this pussy up

Yes you is

Baby we don’t need no script

For this

Twista and Chris

Got us cutting up and acting out

Like a camera is following our

Every move

I’m not tired yet how about you

Hell no let’s do it baby

Round 2

Pt.2

To be continued

You good

Yea I’m straight boo

What about you

I’m ready to take this action

To the kitchen

Oh forreal bring it on baby

Take me daddy

Put you on the counter

Lay you on your back

As I kiss you and rub you pussy

Mmmm I love how that pussy

Sounds let me get the whip cream

So I can eat you like a snack

Mmmm damn daddy it’s so cold

But it feels good tho

Ha yea I know it’s about to feel

A lot better once I countdown

You gonna get wetter

I’m calling you daddy come And make it rain down on me

See there twista again actin up

Moving yo tongue to rhythm of

The beat

Damn you doing it so smooth

Got me scratching up the marble

Counter top and my toes curling up

My hands palming your head

So you can get all can eat and get

Full like a buffet

Damn daddy you my pussy

Like it some birthday cake

Mmmm aghhh fuck ooouuu

You like that baby ?

Yes ohhh yes I do I mmmm damn

I'ma let my tongue keep traveling

your sweet pussy like a journey

Damn baby you taste so delicious

Mmmm fingering you while

I’m licking your clit

Ohhh shit don’t cha stop or quit

I’m about to squirt mmm ahhh yass

Go ahead do it in my mouth

Mmmm ahhhh oouuu fucckk

Mmmm damn mmm you taste

So fucking good I can eat you

For days

Now let me do you

Flip you over and crawl down

Shake up the whip–

Nah matter of fact

I’m in the mood for ice cream

Take one scoop and put it in

My mouth brace yourself

It’s gonna b cold but whatever you

Do try not to shout

Holla or —fuck it

I scream you scream we all scream

For ice cream

Placing ice cold sugary mouth filled

On you dick

Taking my time stirring up the treat

With my tongue around you dick

Slurping It off like a slurpe

On a hot summer day

Gotdamn!!! Mmm shit ______

Keep going

Yea daddy pull my hair if you got to

I don’t mind if you that

🎶It’s five in the morning And I’m up having phone sex With you🎶

Damn fuck

Ahhhh mmmm

Agggh

Hell yea ________

That’s one of our songs

The sounds of slurping

Sucking licking smacking

My lips and Choking my throat

On dick

Is making you even more harder

Ooouuu shit I love it when you say

Fuck!!! Suck this dick yea take

This dick _____

🎶Woah Lover when you call my Name no other can do that the Same🎶

Yeah yes hmm hmm yasss daddy

That’s it be my motivation

While I pick you up

And bounce you up and down

On my dick

Putting you against the wall

Fuck daddy right there that’s my

Spot mmmm got damn

How it feel baby

So fucking good shit mmm

Ahhhh fuck fuck

Damn daddy

Pt.3

🎶You should stay over the night with me one night stand all I need Just you and me 🎶

Aghhh shit you got my pussy

So wet it’s soaking your dick

Hell yea and I love that shit

The word “Damn” and sweet

Moans falls from our lips

As we stare in each other’s eyes

And kiss the electricity between

Our bodies

I mean the mutual

Sensual seduction , Lust and

Infatuation got me

Scratchin’ up your back

And you

Gripping my thighs and stroking

Me harder and deeper

And I got your eyes rolling to back

Of your head and vice versa

Doing the same thing

Shit

Mmm yea baby

Oooh damn

Are you tired ? Had enough

Ha not even close

Oh ok let’s make our way to the

Shower

You read my mind

Let’s slow it down a little this time

Just slow grind on my dick

While you lift me up

And put you against the wall

Hitting your walls

Going rough and deep

Inside of me While the water is glides down

And hits our bodies

I’m Kissing you on your neck

I’m Kissing you on your tits

Mmmm shit

That feel good baby

Hell yes sending chills up my spine

Ooouu yasss daddy do it

Take your time

Damn this feel so damn good

This pussy is amazing

This dick is insane

Bending you over

My hands on the walls

I slide in slow and deep

I gasp for air and play with my tits

While I shed a tear and weep

Damn so fuckin good making me

Cry

Mmmm ahhhh shit

Fuck yea throw it back just like

That mmmh hmmm

Got me biting my lips

Smacking yo ass so hard

Ouiuu i think you left a hand print

But I love it daddy

I know you baby

🎶No teasing you been waiting long enough go deep. I'ma throw at cha can’t catch it. Don’t hold back you know I like it rough🎶

So let’s take it to the bedroom

Lay you down on the bed

And take a lustful look at you

Playing with yourself

I’m jacking off watching you

Mmmmm ahhh shit

Go deeper finger yourself deeper

Ima go faster

And rub that clit till your squirt

Ahhhh shit damn daddy

Giving you the signal to come here

I want some more of Daddy dick

Ohh shit here he come baby

I’m right here

🎶we ain’t gonna stop till 9am if you can’t take it all, baby say when make you cum over and over again and Ima leave it in when we do it all night🎶

Are you sure you not tired fuck that

Let’s go

How you want it baby fast or slow

It feel so good daddy I want both

But for right now tho

Speed it up do it faster.. faster and

Faster ahhhh mmm shit!!!

You like that baby?

I love it daddy I love it

Mmmm damn you got some

Good pussy

And you got some good dick

Flip you over and ride you for

A minute

Ohhhh shit!!!! Got damn________

Yeah daddy wassup

Talk that shit talk dirty to me daddy

Take this dick bitch take it

Fuckin take this pussy nicca fuccck

We go back and forth

Tumbling on top of each other

Me on the bottom

You on top

You the bottom

Me on top

🎶Cause we having sex on the ceiling take me higher, taker me higher me boy. Switch it up one time 180• drive me crazy me Baby🎶

Damn daddy the mirrors on

the ceiling got me feeling

Myself got me feeling sexy

Like a model and a pornstar

Got me showing off for the camera

Mmmmm shit I love this

Gotdamn don’t stop

🎶It ain’t my first time but baby girl we can pretend hey let’s bump and grind and girl tonight we’ll never end let me take you down🎶

Damn

Shit

Fuck

Ahhhh ahhh mmm

Ahhh fuck

This has been one hell of a show

Both of us getting ready to each

Our climax the grand grande finale

You pull your body closer to me

Kissing and touching

Gripping the sheets

Headboard banging against the

wall

Sweet wetness from my pussy

Is about to fall down on you

Damn I’m about to nut too

Fuck my pussy is so wet

Like a typhoon

My mouth is open wide

To catch it all

Let’s do one last 69

So I can swallow of your nut

And you can lick my wetness

We’ll clean each other up

And enjoy the bliss of this

Awesome moment

Damn what just happened

Idk but I enjoyed it

I got to go tho I’ll call you

Tomorrow

Received a text on my phone

“We gotta do it again tonight text me when you can miss you already ”

While I’m laying down in my bed with a smirk on my face like damn…

What now what I should do

Well I guess it’s another

To be continued….

MrsKandiiBaby💋🍭👅💦😏😘😜

#foroldtimessake

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beochanpaiseanagustaifeala · 8 years

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💖”Star🌠Gazing”💖 Part 1 (FEAT. Lalasa Patel-Slithers, The Cartoon Network and many more!)

Happy Valentine’s Day!

🌠

Lalasa’s POV

How I love to stroll in the woods during nights like this~ the sun is setting, the moon is rising and for some reason I’m really hungry; good thing I got myself some perfectly healthy trail mix...let’s see: marshmallow, potato chip, cheddar cracker, pizza roll, sugary cereal, loads and loads of chocolate, ect. so much to choose from, my freaking God! X’DDD But suddenly, I spotted Harvey and lil’ Buhdeuce (SwaySway’s baby bro) getting chased by none other than those Greaser Dogs~ better save those boy’s lives; I jumped into action and punched the top dog, Cliff, square in the face.

“Don’t you know it’s impolite for a little lady like you to fight dirty?” He laughed, with Shriek giving him a dark look in response.

“At least I’m not a clown dressed in leather desperately trying to relive my glory days, I thought you dinosaurs where dead.” I replied in a deadpan tone.

“Gee, I don’t look like a dinosaur...” said a confused-as-usual Lube, itching his head.

“In that case, these dinosaurs are gonna stomp you in the mud!” said Shriek, shaking her fist at me.

“Good idea, cookie, let’s get her!”

Cliff roared as the three where about to lynch me until I activated my powers and flamed both of them IRL and literally, making the three geezers (I think) screaming and running into the lake to cool off.

“Thanks, Lolly!” Harvey and Buhdeuce cheered as they hugged my legs since they’re pretty short.

“It was nothing, really, I do enjoy kicking me some butt.” I chuckled, petting their heads; “Stay outta danger, ‘k?”

They saluted: “Yes, m’am!” and left to go do their own business.

After that little scrap, I took a break from walking and lied down on the soft, green grass to stair up above at the sky and listened to the sound of a happy mother bird and her hatching chicks; speaking of which, I started to wonder about a missing detail in my life: “How was I born?” maybe I can look for some answers.....

🌠

Plucky’s POV

Another glorious day of trolling some poor, pitiful Nicktoon Authority and their lackey dogs, too; this time we hid woopie cushions with missile buttons under their seats in the meeting council~ looks like it’s gonna be weeks and weeks of repairing the dome for those saps so why not celebrate with a BBQ and a pageant?

The “pageant” was sweet-little Bubbles singing a ballad of how my aunt Melissa defeated the cruel ruler of the Nicktoon’s old country and started our grand organization...and would you believe, after all these years, they've still been trying to make us disband and have the last of the Looney Tunes come crawling back to ‘em? those dinks! too bad for them, because no matter what kind of blackmail and butchery they threaten us with, we’ll always bite back! aye, if only ol’ Jack (the III?) was gonna see this but I think he transferred to our sister rebellion group, which is cool since there’s a robot and a crazy scientist in that group.

“It’s showtime, big guy!” Amethyst, my trusty second-in-command, called out while holding a huge hot dog right off from the grill.

“I’ll be there in a second, bonnie-love!” I called out, grinning like a chump while putting on my best robes and hat in which made me feel like a pirate.

But a tragedy struck upon dear Bubbles 5 minutes into her performance: an arrow from nowhere was flung her to the back of her head with an orange flag with a white “N” waving in the air; “Did they kill her!?” we all shrieked in agony as we saw what might have been her final moment; a weeping Blossom replied “W-we’ll see what’s up...” as she and a frightened Buttercup crept up to her, but luckly, Bubbles was safe, sound and just got spooked because a plunger got stuck in her hair~ said-plunger got pulled off by Buttercup rather roughly as if a lock of Bubbles’ hair was ripped out of her, making her yelp; she turned around the flag and saw a note: “🎵”

“Yeah but turn it over, there’s a letter!” Blossom replied.

“You’re right~ and there’s a message from the Nicktoon Authority!”

Reading it out loud, it turned out that, in order to afford the pay for damages to the dome, they’ll steal our most prized possession, the Golden Anvil, so they could trade it for loads of cold hard cash and as you could see, none of us where pleased about losing our prized possession to those slime-drinkin’ chumps....unless....“Gather around, I got something to tell you all in private.” and with that, everyone huddled over as I whispered them my latest grand plan.

🌠

Lalasa’s POV

I came across the library, being taken care of by none other than an older resident hailing all the way from the mother country, Tommy Pickles; he ruled over the Nickelodeon area of In-Between and was with the other older Nicktoons since Day 1, maybe he had answers.

“Hey Lolly, how are you and the girls been doing lately?” he said with a warm, brotherly smile.

“Barb and Tricia have been doing good, as for me, I’ve been puzzled about something for a while....”

“And that is?”

“....Who brought me into this world?”

At first, he looked a bit shocked, his face seemed a bit more solemn and serious than usual, but he also at least trying to smile; “Oh, Lalasa....” he walked up to me, patting me on the back, following with: “You see, it’s.....complicated and.....and.....let me tell you a little story, get cozy just in case, because it’s pretty long.” We sat down together on a nice bench by some books, propped ourselves up and so he began to tell me the tale of my origins.....

💖

Tommy’s POV/Story (Although the one he tells Lalasa is much less overly-detailed)

It all started when me, Helga Pataki (or as I liked to call her, Brawn Helga) and two really hyper orphans, Fabian and ChiChi where running one of the ships that carried out Beo’s and young Beochan who where waiting to be knighted as official Nicktoons and to be honest, I was enjoying it the most: the salty sea-air, the wind in my face, the gentle blue waves crashing against the bottom of the ship and the seagulls pecking at Helga’s head made my day, why I felt like I was king of the world.

“Hey, Pickles! the two monkey boys are at it again, get after them you lazy bones!” Angel-I mean, Helga bellowed at me in all her grouchy glory.

“What did the scamps do this time?” I said, hoping to God they didn’t get into my baby photos again.

“They’re annoying with one of the passengers, now get out there and find the masked brats before I do and handle them by myself with a belt, kapeesh?”

“G-got it, Captain!”

I scurried for the whereabouts of the two troublesome boys and finally found them jumping around in one of the Beochan’s chamber and messing around with his things.

“Please give that back to me, it’s private!” Said the taller, older-looking boy, trying to retrieve a box from ChiChi in grabby hands mode as Fabian was running wild just like Sheen back in the day.

“Alright, kids, time to leave the guy alone now come with me.” I said in a calm tone, picking the boys up by the backs of their shirts.

“Yes, Tommy-sama.”

“That’s my boys, now stay outta trouble, otherwise Helga’s gonna put all three of us in the soup.”

“Okay.” the two glumly replied as ChiChi gave the box to me just before both of them scampered off, leaving me and the preteen boy alone in the room.

“I believe this belongs to you, kid?”

“Gee, t-thank you...”

“You’re one of the new kids sailing to In-Between or maybe the Mother Land?” I asked the shy, sensitive-looking boy.

“Y-yes, I don’t know where the ceremony will be taking place this year though...”

“Me neither, join the club~ anywho, the name is Tommy Pickles, I’m one of the original Nicktoons, my cousin rules the Mother Land....and you are?”

“Sanjay Patel, I’ve always been a fan of old Nicktoon history...I’m very happy to be meeting one of the people who started it all today.”

“Thanks.”

Just then, Brawn Helga came into the room, having a discussion with a slightly older-looking beochan with hair similar to Sanjay’s, but also with green skin too; “Alright boy, this is where you’ll be sharing a room with one of the other beochan here, got it?” she sternly said, looking the boy in the eyes before putting him into the room before mumbling: “And no monkey business, got it?”

He replied, “Yeah yeah, I got you.”

“I just met your roommate Sanjay and he really is a sweet kid.” I said warmly, introducing him to Sanjay, who waved gracefully to him.

“Last name’s Slithers, first name’s Crai-” he tripped and fell on a toy-thing that fell out of either Fabian or ChiChi’s pockets and crashed on to Sanjay, leading both of them squished like pancakes.

“Heheh....I’ll get both of you off the floor.” I said, picking Craig up from the floor as he looked dazed and confused~ on the flip side, Sanjay was grinning like a fool, had swirly cheeks and blank eyes (Hachune face).

Later that night, when we dined the night before we reached...wherever the Nicktoons where going to be crowned, we had a banquet as a pre-welcome party and everyone and their mother was pigging out....okay I was stretching it a bit, only two Nicktoon mothers where on that ship at the time but we all had fun, heck, even Helga was having a good time! I even spotted the two bunk mates, Sanjay and Craig, dishing out some food.

“Aw man, there’s only one hot wing left, bummer...” Craig muttered.

Sanjay, looking down at the (boneless) buffalo wing, suggested: “I’ll let you have it.”

“Don’t you want it? I’d hate to be selfish.” asked the green skinned boy.

“...We can split it then.” The shorter one replied with a sweet smile.

“Deal!”

“You stole the last hot wing, eh?” asked a thuggish Nicktoon, who happened to be a big, buff, punkish-looking robot I hear was known as “Crikey”.

“Aw buzz off, I thought you liked bacon in your homeland!” Craig hissed at the stranger.

“Bring it on, kid.”

Craig grew fangs, had his eyes glow bright red and slowly morphed into a snake that lunged at Crikey, trying to strangle him as the latter was punching him; this lead to the other passengers (myself included) getting hyped up and rowdy on the ship and cheering for a fight, unfortunately, most of us got rowdy and joined in by fighting each other, albeit in a more friendly way but as we got louder and more dangerous, Helga’s good mood faded away and she marched out of the control panel and started scolding virtually everyone for the mess they made~ later on, a fraction of the passengers where put in security as I, along with ChiChi and Fabian where punished by having to clean up the whole ship, plus the mess hall, the ballroom and the security room.

“Make sure the floor is clean enough so I can eat off of it, punks!” she nagged.

“I rather would have gotten fired” I muttered in my head; luckly, my whole night wasn’t ruined, as I did see a really sweet moment when Sanjay came inside to visit Craig, who was punished along with the mischievous passengers who helped out in the chaos.

“Hey Craig, I’m sorry you got locked up in here for the night....maybe I can stay with you until you’re freed.” said Sanjay with a large amount of understandable sympathy since the cell looked like a serious drag.

“Sure, kid.” Craig nodded with a weak smile.

Sanjay sat down and showed him a comic book to cheer him up, it was none other than my absolute favorite one.....

“Aw sweet, I haven’t read KaBlam! in years.” said Craig.

“W-where did you get it!?” I couldn’t help but ask Sanjay as I was geeking out of nostalgia.

“I bought it at a thrift store.” Sanjay smiled; “I always wanted to meet another fan of the KaBlam! comics.”

“Cooooool.”

So we spend the rest of the night laughing away at all the funny stories of aliens, sentient action figures, a little girl who was a total weirdness magnet and of course, the antics of June and Henry, it was like I was a little kid again; who knew a pair of millennials where into that stuff? after that, Sanjay couldn’t help but sneak into the cell and sleep by Craig’s side, with a sleeping bag, he nestled himself up near Craig’s steel bed, after all, they where roommates~ Finally, when me and the little ones were finished with the work, we finally went to our rooms and slept like rocks, thank God too because all that mopping was seriously killing me.

What a day that was, new Nicktoons where ready to join our community, I got to get whisked away along with everyone else to a paradise on the sea, ate all the food I could stuff in my face, joined in on a crazy fight and it seemed that for two of the newbies, it was the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

🌠To be continued....💖

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And on the third day, God said: I Think We're Alone Now by Tiffany You say tomato, I say: The Last Time by Taylor Swift My life would be better if: Holding Out For a Hero by Bonnie Tyler I'd like to stand atop a mountain and exclaim: Breaking by Alana Grace My strongest belief is that: I Was Made For Lovin' You by Kiss When insulted, I'm likely to shoot back with: Fallen Through by Skye Sweetnam When I grow older, I'd like to: Money Can't Buy by Nightcore If you asked me what I did last night, I'd say: A Better Son/Daughter by Rilo Kiley If you asked me what I did an hour ago, I'd say: No Brains by Sum 41 Sometimes, I want to take my best friend aside and say to him / her: Celestial by Phildel My best friend is currently going through this: In the End by Linkin Park My current luck is: Alias by In Flames On the bad days, I hole up in my room and remind myself: And We Run by Within Temptation On a bad day, I look like: The Last Goodbye by Billy Boyd On a good day, I look like: Wherever You Will Go by The Calling If I could remind people of just one thing, that would be: Belong by Cary Brothers After a night of decadence, when I get home, I say to myself: Retarded in Love by Say Anything One of my more bizarre encounters centered around the phrase: Cinnamon Bone by Eliza Rickman This is my most commonly used pick-up line: Never Wanted to Dance (Birthday Massacre Remix) by Mindless Self Indulgence I would be thoroughly wooed if someone came up to me and said: Speak of the Devil by Sum 41 I would slap someone if they told me: Shadow Preachers by Zella Day I've been slapped for telling someone: Still Right Here by Mankind is Obsolete When I get married, this phrase is going to be included in my vows: New Born by Muse I got arrested for telling an officer: Buried by Time and Dust (Live in Leipzig) by Mayhem When I eat too much fatty food, I cry and say: Not Ready to Make Nice by the Dixie Chicks The last thing I said to a stranger was? Choking Games by Nicole Dollanganger My personal mantra has become: Nothin' At All by Heart I'd like to propose to / be proposed to with the words: Again and Again by Jewel When I'm really lonely, I feel like: Walking Disaster by Sum 41 On a rainy day, my feelings can be summed up with: Moonlight Shadow by Groove Coverage While intoxicated, I've been known to tell people: Doctor Jones by Aqua The most personal thing I'm willing to say is: Tears Don't Fall by Bullet For My Valentine My first words were: Broken Heart by Triinu Kivilaan After a long road trip, I like to stretch and say: Shut Me Up by Mindless Self Indulgence My last thought before going to sleep is usually: Witch Hunt by Jack off Jill I tend to dream about: Pain Hearted by Lil Bo Weep If someone who didn't know me had to describe me, they'd say: Dig Up Her Bones by Misfits If a good friend had to describe me, they'd say: Black Water by Of Monsters and Men I hope no one ever says this to me after kissing me: Things I'll Never Say by Avril Lavigne I'd like someone to say this after kissing me: Summer Shudder by AFI The trick to living a long and fulfilling life is: Nobody Asked Me (If I Was Okay) by Sky Ferreira In the morning, I tend to think: Coming Home (Part 2) by Skylar Grey When I've had too much coffee, this sums me up: Complicated by Avril Lavigne When someone confuses my gender, I angrily shout at them: Citythrasher by Morbid My typical mood generally causes me to think: Concrete Angel by Martina McBride If someone catches me staring at them, I cover by saying: Wrecking Ball by Miley Cyrus If I catch someone staring at me, I usually say to them: I Could Be the One by Donna Lewis The world would be a better place if people chose to live by the saying: Day of the Dead by Sonic Syndicate The last text message I received said: Come Down to Me by Saving Jane I responded back to that text message with: 18 and Life by Hydrogyn My "About Me" section on Facebook should probably say: Wake Up (Make a Move) by Lostprophets The last fight I had with my significant other started because I said: Burning in Flames by Beyond the Black When I'm trying to stop an argument, I usually say: Shitlist by L7 Some say, "If you love something, let it go". I say if you love something: Fade to Black by Metallica If I'm confused, it's most likely because: Atrophy by the Red Jumpsuit Apparatus If I'm angry, it generally happens because: Mermaid by Yvette Young In expressing my anger, I've been known to: Other People's Stories by Kari Rueslatten My favorite work of art makes me think: Burn it Down by AWOLNATION If I ever met my favorite musician, I would say to him / her: Our Creation by Celestial Wish I hope that my favorite musician would think this about me: Sleep Well, My Angel by We Are the Fallen If I wrote a movie, the first line would be: Welcome to the Family by Avenged Sevenfold If my life were a movie, the opening line would be: Hands in the Sky (Big Shot) by Straylight Run This sounds like something I would say to a co-worker / classmate: 18 and Life by Skid Row I've been told that the first thing I ever said to my best friend was: Jenny by Nothing More The first thing my best friend ever said to me is: You're Not Alone by Saosin When I think "romance", I think: Walking on Air by Kerli People observing me in public might say: Personal Jesus by Marilyn Manson The most meaningful thing anyone has ever said to me is: They're Coming to take Me Away by Butcher Babies This is what I think about the last movie I saw in theatres: Because of You by Kelly Clarkson My favorite outfit makes me feel: Witness by Jakalope After I get dumped, I call my friends and say: The Hanging Tree by Adriana Figueroa When I'm depressed, this always makes me feel better: Go to Hell, For Heaven's Sake by Bring Me the Horizon When I grow old, I will tell anyone who will listen: Wintersong by Kari Rueslatten My favorite book is about: Seventeen Ain't So Sweet by the Red Jumpsuit Apparatus Falling asleep next to the person I love makes me smile and say: Devil Devil by Milck This sums up my future career: Reason to Believe by Sum 41 When I perform random acts of kindness, people thank me by saying: Walk Away by Plumb My thoughts on children are: Heart-Shaped Box by Nirvana When I wanted to give up, these words kept me going: You're So Cool by Nicole Dollanganger This is what I'm most afraid of: What Hurts the Most by Cascada This is what I'm most excited about: Terrible Angels by CocoRosie I will win a contest in the future by calling a radio station and saying: Cement by Nicole Dollanganger If I had a huge zit and had to cancel a date, I'd call and tell them: Ready, Set, Go! by Tokio Hotel My last kiss made me think: Strange by Tokio Hotel & Kerli Anything and everything can be described by saying: If You Were My Love by Stevie Nicks When I stub my toe, my typical response is to shout: Death Death (Devil, Devil, Evil, Evil Song) by Voltaire When listening to music, this is usually what I'm thinking about: The Reflecting God by Marilyn Manson When life gives you lemons: Bitter and Sick by One Two I honestly hope I never have to say this to anyone: Cold Day For August by Alana Grace If the world ended right now, my last thought would be: Flowers of Flesh and Blood by Nicole Dollanganger The statement I most disagree with is: One Million Faces by Anette Olzon If someone asked me to go dancing with them, I'd say: Everybody Hurts by Avril Lavigne As an adult, I'll look back and think: My Dark Subconscious by Morbid If I could do one thing over, it would probably have to do with: Freak Like Me by Halestorm The weather outside makes me think: Training Wheels by Melanie Martinez If I had a secret, I would: Homewrecker by Marine and the Diamonds When I'm lying, you can always tell because: Familiar Hell by Battle Beast My purpose in life is centered around the words: Strutter by Kiss When I'm dying, my last words will be: Bring Me Down by Purple Nail

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