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bit-dodgy-innit · 1 year

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Cuff(ed) It

Part of my 500 Follower Celebration set in The Shape of Youniverse

The Prompt: You and Steven attend his department holiday party

Requested by: a lovely nonnie!!

Pairing: Steven x afab!reader, background Jake x afab!reader, and Marc x afab!reader, Reader is married to the system

Spice-O-Meter: 🌶🌶🌶 (Rated Explicit, Minors DNI!)

Word Count: 3.8k

CW/TW: Tonight we’re pleased to offer Steven’s students being thirsty for him, talk of meddling in one’s marriage (nothing serious though), tipsy (but still very consensual) sex, exhibitionism, f!receiving fingering, mirror!sex, doggy!style, mentions of pregnancy and conceiving, breeding kink, lactation kink and breastplay, dirty talk, tooth-rotting sappiness over little bebes at the end

A/N: THE FINAL PROMPT FILL! WOOOOO ONLY TOOK ME A SHORT QUICK THREE-ODD MONTHS TO GET THROUGH THEM ALL 😝 This fic? Gonna be honest, she’s a bit chaotic, but in the best way I hope. I started writing it, felt stuck, opened a new document and this poured out. Translations at the bottom of the post!

“You know, I never noticed it until tonight, but you know who’s actually quite fit?”

“Who?”

“Doctor Grant.”

“Oh girl I knowwwwwww. At school he slouches and wears those dorky shirts, but at stuff like this, when he’s in a suit and his wife’s with him, I always remember how sneaky-hot he is.”

“Oh my god, exactly!”

“It’s like a department rite-of-passage to fancy Doctor Grant a bit, if I’m honest, especially after the holiday party or a fundraiser for the school or something when we all remember how bloody handsome he is.”

“I thought it was just me!” the first girl (a graduate student was your educated guess) giggled.

“No, it’s definitely a thing,” her friend confirmed.

You stood paralyzed in the restroom stall as the conversation unfolded on the other side. You’d already peed, should you leave the little cubicle and inevitably interrupt them?

Would they recognize you? You didn’t want to embarrass them. They were right after all, Doctor Grant was really quite fit, though you were admittedly biased.

Plus a craven, vain, possessive part of you wanted to hear more. With a six-month-old at home, your husband in the midst of three careers, and just the sheer amount of time you’d been together, sometimes the melee of life could make you forget just how well you’d done in the spouse department. It was nice to be reminded.

“What’s the tea on his wife, hm? How did Mrs. Grant cuff that?” The first girl prodded.

Her question was a sentence to stay in the stall. They definitely would recognize you if you emerged now.

“No idea honestly,” her companion answered, “I mean, she’s definitely pretty. They told Dean they met through a friend, and on their first date he took her to an exhibit of her favorite artist and like did all this research to impress her.”

“He had to impress her?” she echoed, her tone tinged with disbelief. Your brow furrowed. Yes, your husband was a fox, but you weren’t totally out of his league, were you? You were certainly worthy of being courted a bit, even if you did jump into bed with Marc on the first date. “I’d be on my knees every night for a guy who looked like Doctor G and was so romantic.”

They both burst more giggles. To be fair, you did spend a fair amount of time on your knees. Especially since you’d started dating Marc first, who unlike Steven, had his fair share of bedmates and exuded more inherent confidence. It intimidated you. So when you started sleeping together, you’d concocted a self-imposed need to prove to Marc that you were up to par, if not capable of exceeding, his former lovers. It was why when you learned his ex-wife was The (stupidly stunning) Scarlet Scarab, you wholly lost your shit. How does one compete with a gorgeous superhero?

“I bet she’s on them a fair bit,” Miss Know-It-All divulged, “Doctor Burke did her doctorate along with him and they didn’t start seeing each other until his last year of the course. And now they’re married and just had a baby. Bitch worked quick.”

“Honestly, can’t knock it,” the first girl conceded.

Thank you, you thought. A part of you wanted to interject that Nyla had been unexpectedly conceived on your honeymoon and you’d dated Marc for a year, then him and his alters for another year after that before getting engaged. The pair of you also weren’t literal babies like these girls currently gossiping a meter away from you. You were both adults, your husband was in his forties for heaven's sake.

“I bet the baby’s cute,” she mused further.

“Oh my goodness, he hasn’t showed you? All Doctor G does is bang on about Nyla. It’s literally either coursework or his kid if you talk to him.”

Your heart swelled. This wasn’t the first time you’d heard from Steven’s colleagues what a proud papa he was to your little girl. Hearing it from strangers, and completely unprompted, was extra special though.

“I’ve never really had a reason to talk to him, and now I don’t know if I can actually without looking like a total idiot.”

“No, he’s really sweet, he’s the type of fit guy who doesn’t know he’s fit. And he’s like scary clever. You can ask him literally anything about ancient Egypt and he knows it. But he’s also not an arsehole about it you know? I’m applying to be his TA next semester.”

“Are you?” she gasped. “Really?”

“Ummm yeah, why wouldn’t I want a dishy, brilliant thesis advisor?” Miss Know-It-All countered. “He should be at Oxford or Cambridge really. You know Sam Miller babysits for them?”

“They do?!” Her friend exclaimed. “Don’t know if I’d want that gig for the inside scoop or if it’d be too much pressure. Their kid is still a baby right?”

“Yeah, I’d say it’s worth it to suss out if Doctor G and her are open to…let’s say, ‘featured players’ in the bedroom.”

“Stop Emma, you’re terrible!”

“She came to one of his lectures once with the baby and Dean thought he heard them fucking in his office.”

Fuck, you swore internally. Steven had sworn the offices would be empty! You’d kept quiet!

“Noooo! Doctor G is hot I’ll give you that, but he dresses like my grandpa. There’s no way he’s that kinky.”

“Maybe he’s not, but she could be,” Emma pointed out. “Only one way to find out.”

“You are such a slag,” Emma’s friend accused her playfully. “Come on, we need to get back, I want another drink.”

You heard two pairs of heels shuffle to the door, then it open and close behind them, and at last the coast was clear. Finally exiting the stall, you robotically washed your hands and touched up your lipstick, moving to check that your hair still looked decent afterwards.

Your gaze lingered in the mirror to give yourself a once-over. You’d chosen a flattering, but pretty conservative dress for Steven’s UCL holiday party. Sure, there wasn’t much you could do about the size your tits had swollen up to while you were breastfeeding, but they weren’t necessarily on display tonight either. Your currently huge boobs were for your husband’s eyes (plus hands, mouth, and sometimes cock) only.

Despite your attempts to leave the eavesdropped chat between Emma and her friend in the loo where it belonged, it became obvious fairly quickly that you failed spectacularly at doing so.

“You alright?” Steven inquired, his features creased with concern. “You were in the toilets for ten minutes and have barely said a word since. Something wrong?”

“I’m fine, sorry honey,” you dispelled the worry from his face. “Just overheard an interesting conversation in there that I haven’t been able to shake.”

You grabbed a fresh glass of wine from a passing server while Steven asked “What about?”

“You.”

“Me?”

“Mmmhmm,” you confirmed, taking a swig of cabernet. “It’s apparently a UCL Ancient Civ rite-of-passage to have a crush on you.”

Your husband looked at you like you’d sprouted another head. His incredulity made you burst into laughter.

“What? I’m not surprised! You’re a very good-looking, intelligent, kind man! I’ve been telling you this since we first met, after all this time—“ you leaned in and lowered your voice to add “—and all the ways I’ve let you fuck me, do you really believe that us getting married and having Nyla was just some cosmic fluke?”

“Honestly? Yeah.”

“Baby—“

Steven averted his gaze and shrugged, offering “Marc was always the handsome one…” as his explanation.

That line. It made you want to whip your wine glass across the room. You restrained yourself and instead growled through gritted teeth, “It feels silly for me to have to remind you as much as I do that you two share the exact same face and body.”

“But still—“

“No more buts anymore Steven! You have co-eds hot for you, you’re officially sexy independent of Marc,” you teased. “And you ought to feel lucky that we’re secure enough in our marriage that I’m not bothered by it. Especially since one of them wants to be your TA and replace Sam as our sitter to see if we’re into threesomes. Which I guess is better than trying to steal you from me outright, to be fair.”

Another gaping incredulous stare from Steven. “Who?”

“I didn’t get her name,” you lied. Truth was, Emma didn’t have a popsicle’s chance in hell at interfering in your marriage. Never mind that you and Steven were deeply in love and had a child together, she hadn’t a clue about the D.I.D, Marc’s past life as a mercenary, his ex-wife, not to mention the service to the Egyptian god of the moon which led to a stint as a superhero. You two had shared and been through too much for a horny twenty-something to impact what you had. “But apparently Dean heard us when we…um, had ‘parental time’ in your office a couple months ago.”

“Bollocks.”

“We knew we were being naughty,” you shrugged.

“Because it was your idea,” he muttered.

“Oh don’t start with me, Doctor Grant. You’re the one who told me not to use the nursing apron,” you fired back. “Didn’t you want to say hi to the department’s Director of Education? There he is.”

***

The rest of the evening unfolded uneventfully, though Emma and her friend, who you learned was named Marnie, did stop by for a quick chat. You were content to clam up and just watch the interaction unfold. They were perfectly polite, unlike their prattling in the bathroom, though they very much fit the trope of a pair of giggling schoolgirls. Steven, of course, was oblivious.

Blame it on the wine, the rare baby-less outing, and being emboldened by strangers raving about how hot your husband was, but when Dean insisted that you and Steven come to the after-party at a pub nearby, you insisted on going. Steven was only one of the professors in attendance, because he was one of the younger, cooler ones, therefore the vibe was much more relaxed and festive than the one at the official university get-together.

You’d had Dean over for dinner (a takeaway dinner that you had to constantly get up from the table because Nyla had started teething that week, but dinner still) so spending time with him was easy and delightful while Steven mingled with his other colleagues.

You also liked to privately touch base with him about Steven’s professional wellbeing. Your husband was tight-lipped about any office woes, and while Dean wasn’t privy to your husband’s D.I.D., you knew that sometimes aspects of it could manifest in your husband’s workplace. The last thing you wanted to do was interfere, but Steven truly loved what he did, and as his wife with a tendency to fret, you liked to keep a tab or two to ensure nothing jeopardized his passion.

“I’m impressed,” Dean remarked as you two huddled outside the pub while he had smoke. “You haven’t batted an eye at all the little first-year masters students throwing themselves at him.”

You laughed. Steven’s hot professor status was really department-wide thing it seemed. “I can’t blame them. He’s very dreamy, but I baby-trapped him so…”

Dean cackled when you punctuated your response with a shrug. “No flies on you, darling. Cheers.”

You and your husband gracefully bowed out when mentions of moving to a club began to take hold. Too tipsy and tired for the Tube, Steven flagged a cab for the both of you, even though it meant that he’d have Jake backseat-driving in his head the whole ride back to Brixton.

Once inside, you rested your head on your husband’s shoulder, hoping to maybe doze off for a few minutes in case Nyla was up when you got home. Steven automatically pressed a kiss to your temple. He was so solid and warm, so safe, you couldn’t help but snuggle closer to him and place a hand over his knee.

“In case I haven’t told you yet, you look pretty as a present tonight,” he murmured into your ear.

You don't know what it was about his compliment, perhaps it was the way he said it, or the way you’d had four glasses of wine, but Steven's soft words of adoration set your body alight.

“Hmm, thank you darling,” The hand that was on his knee traveled towards his inseam to squeeze the meat of his thigh. “Wanna unwrap me? Or maybe just take off the bow? I’d let you slip my knickers aside and play with your present right now if you wanted.”

“Bloody hell,” he groaned, both at your filthy offer and the fact that you’d dragged your hand to cup him through his trousers. “Babe, he’ll see.”

The cabbie had airbuds in (a personal pet peeve of Jake’s) and eyes trained on the road. You shook your head imperceptibly. “Not if we’re careful about it.”

To prove your point, you subtly shifted to drape your thigh over Steven’s leg so he could do just as you suggested. It seemed that your fondling of your husband’s package, steadily but insistently coaxing him to hardness, was able to convince him to follow suit. He tucked his hand under your skirt, mimicking your approach, dragging his palm slowly up your leg. Next, his nimble fingers nudged the dampened crotch of your knickers aside and delved between your folds.

You could feel Steven’s length jump and swell when he made contact with your pussy. It prompted you to rub at him a little harder, biting your lip when one of his digits penetrated you.

“My saucy exhibitionist minx,” he purred into your ear.

“Says the man who screws me in cafe loos,” you shot back without any real heat. How could you be snarky when Steven was slowly, torturously finger-fucking you and his hot, hard manhood was pulsing under your palm?

“Mmmm, I always get a stiffy when we eat there now,” Steven confessed in a whisper about your neighborhood cafe. “That was insane, sucking at your titties and riding my cock like that in the middle of the day.”

“I know daddy,” you sighed, clenching around his digit at the thought. “So naughty, but so good.”

The remainder of the ride home passed in a labored silence between you two, both trying to enjoy each other’s ministrations, but not so much that you clued in the driver. There was one close call when Steven had the gall to sneak another finger inside of you. You nearly drew blood biting your lip to stifle moaning at the intrusion, since it meant you could get straight to fucking once you arrived home.

Tonight wasn’t the first date night you’d come chomping at the bit to make love, so thankfully you two had a pre-established routine. Steven used his coat to cover his groin and went straight to the nursery to check on Nyla while you paid and said goodnight to Sam (your desire was easier to conceal after all). Once Nyla was confirmed to be asleep and Sam had left, you met in your bedroom and tore each other’s clothes off.

The wine warped the edges of your perception, making the clash of teeth and tongues between you and Steven blur into a buzz of arousal, until next thing you knew you were naked, on your hands and knees and your husband was pushing his thick erection inside of you in one determined, smooth shove. You almost moaned the wrong name, nearly keening “Jake” when he entered you, because the position wasn’t one in Steven’s usual rotation. He much preferred for you to ride him, or for you to be on your back - any position where he could sink into your cunt and suckle at your nipples simultaneously.

You weren’t complaining however, and happily pushed back into his thrusts. It wasn’t until Steven angled his hips just right to hit your g-spot, and you threw your head back that you realized it. “We’re in front of the mirror.”

“Mmmhmm,” Steven confirmed, “like to see your tits swing and…ungh, they’ve been watching since you started groping me in the taxi.”

The revelation that Marc and Jake were privy to your coupling had a fresh wave of heat racing down your spine and pooling in your core as Steven continued to rail you.

“Was just so horny for you baby,” you explained, “everyone was eyeing you, but you’re mine and you know you’re mine and I know you’re mine, but I just wanted to feel it. I…I couldn't wait. ”

“You have us now,” he assured you. “Can’t count how many times we’ve seen people checking you out and you’re none the wiser. They can look, but you belong to us, don't you?”

“Yesssss daddy,” you mewled, now equally drunk off the alcohol and your arousal. “Keep giving me your big prick, feels so good.”

“Vamos, Steven, let’s give her more of this big prick she wants so badly,” Jake’s voice growled from behind you. His broad arms moved from your hips to encase your waist and pulled you upright, “Te gusta nena? Like being impaled on our cock like this?”

Your answer was non-verbal, but unmistakably emphatic.

“I think she likes it,” Marc’s American accent chuckled darkly from behind you.

You whined the increase in fullness the change in position brought about, paired with the image you all made in the mirror together. You were first drawn to your husband’s determined expression, so set on his objective to make you see stars that his face was twisted into a snarl. Next, you glimpsed your large breasts heaving with every snap of his hips, and your cunt speared open on his massive erection. The sheer depravity of your reflection made you tilt your head back onto your husband’s broad shoulder and screw your eyes shut.

You knew Steven had wrestled back control of the body when his two large hands found your tits and began to pluck at your nipples. “Love you so much darling, want more kids together. Want Nyla to be just the first.”

His words made your channel flutter around his length at the thought.

“Would you let me? Maybe not tonight, but I want to fill you up with every last drop of my cum, keep these titties big and leaking for me, watch your belly grow again with another gorgeous child.”

“Ohhh fuck Steven,” you gasped, “I want that too.”

“Yeah? You want me to pump you full again?” He urged you, one hand leaving your nipple to suck his soaked fingertip into his mouth for a taste of your milk.

“Please, please, please,” you chanted. You didn’t want another kid right away, but seeing what excellent fathers your husband made definitely meant you wanted more babies eventually. “For now though, will you just make me cum?”

“‘Course darling,” he rumbled, his hand dropping to your clit to push you over the edge. You’d been simmering with yearning all night, so it didn’t take much more than Steven’s hand on your clit, his other on your breast, and his length hammering into you from behind to drown you in ecstasy.

You crumpled back against Steven’s chest while your orgasm coursed through you, too overwhelmed with pleasure to support yourself. Your husband buried his nose in your hair, inhaling your scent deeply and reveling in the beauty of your release that was unfolding in his arms.

You’d barely floated back down to earth before Steven manhandled you back onto your elbows while he chased his respective climax. The relentless pistoning of his cock into your spent hole emptied every thought from your head that wasn’t “yes”, “good” , or “full”. It wasn’t long before you felt your husband’s seed painting your inner walls and collapsing on top of you.

The late hour and the alcohol made you both slower in extracting yourselves from one another, and after exchanging some sated, passionate kisses, you made a beeline to relieve yourself and wash off your makeup. Steven joined you a moment later in the en-suite to begin his respective nighttime regimen. You two readied for bed in companionable silence. Then:

“It was Emma and Marnie, wasn’t it?”

“Yup,” you replied, popping the p as you dotted on moisturizer, “Don’t hold it against them though, I think Emma’s going to apply to be your TA. It was all harmless in the loo, I promise.”

“Alright,” he surrendered. Despite still feeling buzzed, you clocked a momentary conversation between Steven and an alter in the mirror above the sink. Whatever they said to one another, it prompted Steven to add, “You’re very confident about having us all wrapped around your little finger, aren't you?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” you parried, meeting your husband’s gaze in the mirror. “Especially when I still probably have some of your cum inside me.”

“Esposita está tan descarada esta noche,” Jake pushed forward to remark.

“Soy--no...estoy un poco borracha todavía,” you confessed. As if your husband needed more proof the wine continued to affect you, you announced out of seemingly nowhere, “I need to say night-night to Ny-Ny.”

Steven intervened, catching you when you tried to bolt from the bathroom. “Darling, you can see her on the monitor. Don't wake her up.”

“Don’t tell me when I can see my baby,” you countered with sudden defensiveness that only surfaces when one’s a bit blitzed. You wriggled out of his grasp, “I’ll be quiet.”

You tipsily tip-toed down the hall to Nyla’s nursery, making good on your promise and not causing your daughter to stir at all as you crept to watch her slumber.

It wasn’t as if you wanted to pick her up or play with her, you just couldn’t fathom going to bed without bidding Nyla goodnight. Your eyes studied the little miracle before you. Her plump little feet that you could never pepper with enough kisses, the curve of her lips that must have been painted on her face by a Renaissance master, those insanely long, dark eyelashes she inherited from her father. There were no words, and never would be, to accurately describe the love you had for your daughter.

You silently blew a kiss in her direction, and found Steven in the doorway when you turned to retreat. While you were kind of peeved that he felt the need to supervise you, you weren't that drunk (you were), you pressed yourself into his warm, sturdy side as you both returned to your bedroom.

“She’s just more beautiful than I ever dreamed she’d be,” you whispered reverently.

“I know,” Steven agreed in a murmur as he guided you back to bed. “We’re the two luckiest people alive. Now let’s go to sleep, love.”

A/N: Yayyy we made it! True life: I’m Emma and Marnie IRL. Also are long, sappy afterglows my thing now? Can’t thank everyone enough for getting me to 500, playing with me and requesting these fics, waiting the approximately 98 years it took for me to fill them!!

ESPECIALLY since in the meantime, I now have over 900 followers which is just bonkers!!!!! BONKERS I TELL YOU! I don’t think I’ll do another prompt celebration like I did for 500 if I reach 1k, but something special will come down the pipeline for sure! Love you all so much and again, from the bottom of my heart, THANK YOU!

Translations:

Vamos - Let’s go/Come on

Te gusta nena? - You like it babe?

Esposita está tan descarada esta noche - Wifey is so cheeky tonight

Estoy un poco borracha todavía - I’m still a little drunk

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girlboss-malewife-gauntlet-melee · 5 months

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ROUND 2 MATCH 1: THE ADDAMS VS. BLUPJEANS

Addams Propaganda:

"I wish they were my mom and dad oug"

Blupjeans Propaganda:

"1) Lup deserves it. Lup deserves the world. 2) Barry has a habit of acquiring a corporeal form only to then immediately die again. On being reunited with each other, Barry offers to kill himself (destroying his physical form it took him months to grow and only just got into hours before) just so he could give her a kiss again."

"- MASSIVE TAZ SPOILERS! - The epitome of ethereal badass wife & husband who is Just A Guy - Fifty year slow burn as they continuously flee from a universe eating cosmic horror - In hopes of finding a solution, they become liches & their love keeps them anchored through the process - Barry Bluejeans is THE wifeguy - Lup is a professional chef but he still cooks her dinner when she's busy - he brings out her dorky side, she gives him courage - everyone has walked in on them making out in their lab at least once - Lup goes missing & her existence is wiped from everyone's memory, but Barry remembers her - He spends a decade in hiding as he searches for her alone, dying several times in the process - When they reunite she doesn't have her body, he offers to die just so he can hug her - Lup goes from making fun of this nerd to being SO head over heels for him - it's too long to add here but... This quote: https://www.tumblr.com/taz-quotes/170439167542/griffin-our-capacity-for-love-increases-with-each?source=share"

#polls #the addams family #gomez x morticia #gomez addams #morticia addams #gomez and morticia #blupjeans #taz #the adventure zone #lup taaco #lup taaco/barry #lup taz #lup adventurezone #barry bluejeans

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angel-of-the-moons · 5 months

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I love your work sm love every update you post!!✦

Could we get some fluff of Peter B? Maybe like the reader has a really rough day at work and I just so physically drained Peter just takes care of them?

(Sorry if this is bad this is my first time requesting!)

YESYESYESYESYES I'M SO HAPPY SOMEONE FINALLY REQUESTED PETER B AND TYSM

Bunny Slippers

Peter B Parker x Reader

TW/CW: None, just some fluff!

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When you came home looking... well, down in the dumps, Peter felt his Hubby Senses tingling.

They were like his Spidey Senses, but for being a husband! Hah! Get it? Ah, right--ahem--anyways...

"Hey, honey, you okay?" Peter asked you, walking up behind you and kissing the top of your head.

"Yeah, I'm just... Had a really bad day today. Just... Ugh. Karen after Karen after Karen." You groan, almost feeling close to tears as you remember getting back to back one-sided screaming matches from the angry customers over things that weren't even your fault.

One guy came and screamed at you over something he ordered from a different store! And he still had the gall to demand a discount and refund from yours!

Peter, ever the sweetheart, wrapped his arms around you and swayed softly back and forth.

"Mayday's asleep. You go on and take a nice hot shower." He says to you.

"But dinner--"

"I can handle dinner, babe." He says, giving you another sweet kiss to your head. "You go relax for a bit."

"Pete..."

"I mean it. Don't make me use my puppy eyes on you!" Peter warns with a waggle of his brows.

You can't help but do anything but smile at his humor and relent, slipping your shoes off and trudging into the bathroom for a much-needed recharge.

As soon as the door clicked shut, Peter went into action. He started pulling out all the ingredients for your favorite meal and made sure he measured each ingredient perfectly.

After all, you having a bad day? His main mission now was making sure you ended the night with a smile. He knew you felt doubly bad as well, for not being able to kiss Mayday goodnight before she drifted off.

He hated seeing you upset. It was one of the worst things he ever felt when you would come home with your bottom lip poking out, your eyes glistening and sad...

You needed a different job. Maybe he could do some asking around, get one with an easier load, better hours and better pay... Because you two also had a baby to raise. She needed stability and you working so much made you feel inadequate as a parent, he could tell by how sadly you smiled when you held Mayday in your arms; how badly you wished you could be with her more.

He made a mental note to start looking online for you as soon as he got the chance. You deserved to work somewhere they knew your worth as an employee and coworker, not tossing you into the meat grinder for pissed off customers who, frankly, could have avoided troubles had they read their warranties or even directions on their purchased products regardless.

And with the holidays coming up, the mental strain from all that was piling up, and up, and up, and...

He sighed softly as the food was finishing up cooking, and he carefully ran to your bedroom, pulling out your comfiest pajama pants, fresh pair of undies, and one of his own shirts for you to wear when you got out.

He was still super duper stealthy as he slipped into the bathroom (almost choking on the amount of steam that invaded his lungs) and slipped the clothes in for you while taking up your uniform and dropping it into the laundry basket for him to do later.

After all, you needed a hell of a break, and chores were the least he could do for everything you already do.

He checked on Mayday through the baby cams, and smiled softly as she kicked out a little foot from beneath her blanket.

He loved the both of you, so so much. He still couldn't believe how lucky he was to have the both of you in his life.

Peter still couldn't believe you gave his dorky ass a shot that very first time he asked you out.

God, that felt like a lifetime ago.

He was shaken from his thoughts when the egg timer went off and told him the food was ready.

And frankly, it looked goddamn delicious.

Don't let it go unsaid that Peter B Parker knew his way around a kitchen. Sure, he ate like a pig (sometimes) and has gotten far too used to a diet of pizza and fast food...

But he sure knew how to cook when it came down to it. And nothing made him happier when he saw a grin break out on your face at the sight of your favorite dish.

Hell, he didn't even notice that you'd walked out of the bathroom until he turned around and almost tossed the rubber spatula he had in his hand across the kitchen.

How you managed to sneak up on him and not trigger his Spidey senses was a damn mystery.

"Aw... Pete..." You said, looking at the (admittedly messy) kitchen, seeing that he was cooking for you.

"I'll clean it up!" He says, sticking the spatula in the sink. "Been multitasking."

He sauntered over to you, proud as can be as he slipped his arms around you and tucked you against his chest.

"You didn't have to..." You start to say.

"Nah, I wanted to. And you deserve it, especially after the day you've had. Give me a hundred angry Goblins any day of the week." He snorts, breathing in the lingering scent of your body wash and soaps.

"At least I can punch him. But an angry customer? Phew, no way. I'd crack."

You can't help but laugh, the sound muffled by his fuzzy bathrobe.

"Yeah. They're terrible. Wanna switch jobs for a day?" You joke.

"Yeah no offense babe, but that's gonna be a hell no from me." He grinned down at you.

The two of you share a quiet laugh and chaste kisses, before he turns away from you and gets your plate ready.

"Bone apple the teeth!" He said, grinning like a ridiculously goofy shark.

"Pete!" You snort around a mouthful of food.

"Yeah yeah, I know I'm hilarious, but it's nothing to get choked up over!"

#peter b parker x you #peter b parker x reader #peter b x reader #peter b x you #peter b parker spiderverse #peter b parker #peter benjamin parker #🌙 answered

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makoodles · 7 months

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mc just chilling in her room after working for so long she’s probably watching a movie or reading. then she hears the door hiss open and sees jake crouching down bc he’s too damn tall and he’s got that look. like it’s some routine, she just opens her legs while she’s still occupied with whatever and he just immediately gets on his knees and wedges his head between them and goes to work.

does he just randomly show up to eat her out? yes. (he misses her okay)

it used to startle tf out of mc because ??? now it’s just one wordless exchange and it’s weirdly comforting until mc suddenly whines and he’s smirking cause he’s a cocky piece of shit. after she cum, that’s when he runs his stupid mouth. she just squeeze her thighs to make him stop blabbering and it’s just moments of comfortable silence.

i can imagine him coming back home with a dorky grin and lo’ak is like.

“did you see um’ma? i can smell her on you!”

he’s obviously flustered bc he totally forgot to lick off everything on his mouth. but then he remembers that he’s a dad.

“hey, it’s late! why aren’t you sleeping??”

neytiri would be awake (jake isn’t so subtle, she instantly knew the first time he did it) and amused more than anything. jake sneaking off like a horny and troublesome teenager just to taste mc, it’s funny to think about. she also loves the smell of mc, especially on her husband. jake isn’t only the only tease, she’ll make sure to do so once you come visit tomorrow.

okay sorry for the rambling bye 🫡

kicking my feet at the thought of jake stopping by after a long day just to ravage reader ghskgshgks obsessed

and just opening her legs to let jake do what he wants? literally screeching

neytiri loving the scent of her off of jake too AHHHHH

#asks #avatar thirsts #sex education

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lutawolf · 2 years

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Love In the Air Ep 11 Review & Running Commentary

My previous reviews and commentary can be found here. One thing I want to talk about is that a lot of people think Pai is too persistent. We are talking about fantasy guys. MAME writes what survivors dream about. We have very high and thick walls. We are brisk and tough to the point we often feel unlovable. It will take someone persistent to get through/over the moat we have around ourselves. Remember, I threw away my husband's number away four times and only took it on the fifth. I'm not saying that the way Pai went about thing is not problematic, I'm saying that in a survivor's fantasy. He damn attractive.

So we left off with a sleep over in which Pai slept on the floor. They both stared adoringly at their palms. This series starts with Pai in his office working. His work wife might not kill him. Oh, she making a play. LOVE the look coming from work wife. Love the sound effects, yeah sorry hun. He's gone. You don't stand a chance.

Look at that bite... Oh me likes. "I suggest using the phone instead of staring at it." also "Since your mom says you've been tamed."

"Everyone acting like you are in control of me." If this is the exact wording. That some interesting turn of phrase. His smile says he doesn't care if everyone thinks that. Niiiiiice. Here we go. We are seeing Pai be persistent. Honestly if Pai is a Dom even a switch, he got some Primal in there. He enjoys this too much not to. Pai starts naming off food to Sky and sky teases him to go to Beijing. Oh don't think he won't Sky. Have you met the determined boy? Love it! "Don't dare me."

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Sky told him he wanted stewed eggs. He essentially consented to him coming over. There is a big ass crack in that wall. Hahahah! "Looks like I really am under his control. voluntarily" Lets see how things unfold but we might be dealing with a switch couple. Awwww, he staring at his palm. So is Sky! Woot! Awww, grumpy boy is upset it's fading.

Here comes dorky Rain. Love the boy but he a dork. Did he really hold that poster up to his eye?! 🤣🤣🤣 This stupid act of his!! You know damn well he knows but he over here teasing. Read my palm too! 🤣 At least I hope he is teasing... He can't be that stupid right? OH yeah Sky got some Sadist in him. Sky for sure being a Dom here and look how Rain is nodding. I love this D/s friendship soooooo much!!! At this moment, I need to take the time to apologize. I'm apologizing to the person who sent me an ASK about Sky being Dom. I laughed and was like "NO!" because I was basing my opinion on the book. To which he is not but they are clearly making this a D/s friendship in which Sky is the Dom. So he is a switch. I'm sorry! When I'm wrong, I say I'm wrong.

Here come Pai with the food! And here comes nosey land lady. He knows exactly who to butter up, doesn't he. The person always in the know. HAHAHAHA, not that little douche canoe! Telling her that they are but not to tell anyone because Sky is shy. I'm dead. You are not very good at keeping secrets. No, you are not. Ohhhh, I should have called you demon. Look at you scoring a copy of the key. You a smooth operator. I love that she at least owns it. "There are no such things as secrets." Ahh that fucking smile on his face and thanking her for spreading the news. He so conniving and proud of himself.

Aww, look at sleepy baby and Pai drove two hours for his baby. Okay, this is fucking cute. The way he cups his cheek and asks him if he got sleep. Sky being all soft. Now they are in the apartment and Sky is too tired to open the bag. Pai finding him all kinds of adorable. This man gone! Yeah ain't no saving this man, he is feeding him. And he is doing dishes. 👀👀👀 Now look at him telling him to go to bed. He is telling him, no suggestion and now guiding him to bed. More and more I'm thinking these bitches are switches. "Change your clothes first." There is no asking, it's a command. Sky easily listens and just does it. Also notice he isn't uncomfortable with Pai undressing him. He isn't sick, he is just tired but in that tired state if he didn't trust Pai this would be a trigger. "You still waited for me even though you were this sleepy." See, Pai ain't no Dummy Dummy. Sky wanted to because he knew Pai was coming and that he would have to open the door. He could have called and cancelled but he wanted to see him. Now look at him cuddling into Pai. He's sleepy but he is talking coherently. This is trust guys. Otherwise everything right here would cause some ptsd.

Ohhhh, he told Pai that his drawing on his palm is fading. Asking him what he should do. Ugh, so fucking cute. The moment Pai realizes he has got his prey at least by the tail. Oh damn, that kiss and that hand going right for skin. I'm all verklempt. OH OH OH! It was a hallucination caused by cum blockage. Clearly the desperate man is seeing mirages. So he settle for kissing his palm instead, and a face sniff. Cute! A cheek kiss and then he leaves.

I love Pai's mom! Ha! look at his brother calling him out. Drew it yourself, his ass. 🤣🤣🤣 I love how laid back Pai is. It's really what Sky needs, someone who is passionate in bed but isn't easily upset.

Oh, Damn. Sky wrong tone! Pai is gonna come racing. Aww, look at how concerned Pai is, even turning Sky around to look at him. See you guys. Pai is so laid back. He gives Sky a look, see that look on his face. He mad but there is no yelling. He doesn't do anything to startle Sky. He very calmly says " you called me here to work." Sky is like, oh shit, but I need help! Sky begins freaking out. Pai grabs both arms... ohhh this could be a trigger but nope it just gets Sky's attention. Pai's voice is slightly louder but not a yell. I never heard it get higher than Sky's own voice, more like he is pitching it to be heard. Okay, here is a Dom voice. "I don't mind you calling me here. I can come no matter how far I have to drive. But could you at least tell me? You called me and sounded like you were crying. You didn't answer your phone. Have you ever thought that I might be worried?" Takes a calming breath. "I might be a psychotic stalker in your eyes." See even he can see he is a bit much. Doesn't mean he'll stop or that we want him to. "But please understand how worried I am of you." Look at Sky, he isn't interrupting but listening. "I'm sorry." "Forget it. I could only blame myself." "P'Pai, I didn't mean to worry you. I'm sorry."

When all else fails. Kiss him. We know that works. It short circuits his brain. We see *Act A Fool* *Act A Fool* *Act A Fool* circling his head where stars should be.

He tells him sorry once again. "Don't be mad at me." Oh baby boy, don't worry. You've got this one by the balls. "Please help me. Pretty please." OMG look at him pulling the "You're cute when you smile." I fucking love Sky. Look at Sky going all soft. His walls are starting to soften. We got more than a crack now. Look at Sky getting all upset that Pai hurt himself. Oh damn Pai, I know you upset but you just upset your baby. Look at that face when you yanked your hand away. Dude, not gonna lie, this is totally how I act when I am mad. I keep a very tight control of my temper. If I get to yelling point, just run. This is much more me and this is exactly how my husband acts with much more jokes thrown in. Cause both him and the kids have figured out that if I laugh, I can't stay mad. Real quick let's talk about Sky's shirt... More than friends but less than lovers. LOVE IT!

Oh, Pai asleep in the bed without a shirt and Sky sliding in to lay next to him. Okay then. He upgrading. Inner dialogue. He doesn't want Pai to be mad at him any more. Oh damn, he really upgraded cause Sky getting close. Ahh there we go, touching. See touching is funny. If not done right it causes flash backs but if done right it can help keep them at bay.

Now that Boo boy got some sleep he is less in his feels. Tells Sky to catch some more sleep. Look how happy Sky is that his head is getting patted again. Then he drives him to school on the bike. Bet that was a pain in the ass. Sky apologizes once again.

"Let me punish you with a kiss." "Crazy." "What it's a punishment." "You think it's funny." "Wanna hear me laugh." Huge smile and then assures him that he isn't angry anymore. See, he just had to take the time to think it through. See the positives that Sky thought of him just like other students think to call their boyfriends to help with school projects. Bet Rain uses Payu. In more ways then one. "Besides the reword is worth it." "What a cheap reward." Damn see how much value he puts on himself. Sky is struggling with some serious self esteem issues. Again, this is very normal for a SA survivor. "Working all night in exchange for one kiss." "Everyone places different value on different things." "To me, you are priceless." See, he is just what Sky needs. "You can always call me when your in trouble. Explain to me first, don't scare me like yesterday." "Okay." and Sky nods. Guideline understood and heard.

So, Pai, are you okay? Are you okay, Pai? You've been hit by. You've been struck dumb by A smooth criminal. "I've received my punishment, get home safe." AHAHAHA "Can you do it one more time? I wasn't prepared!" "Just leave already!" 🤣🤣🤣

I know you are not sitting there touching your lip. You simp. Nah, I'm gonna shut up cause you deserve this. Go on then.

SEE!!!! Payu had to help Rain!!! That is what you do. You ask for help from your partner. The coconut is totally clueless to his friend because he is just as fucking gone. HAHAHA, what's wrong with you. How dare you not call Rain out, he is clearly expecting it. There are requirements in D/s friendships, when the brat is acting like a brat that's supposed to get some notice. 🤣🤣🤣 Fuck, I love these two together. "It's good you know. I was just trying to ignore you." But a brats gonna brat! You go Sky. You should brag about your man too. Go head then. Oh! Look at the brat breaking out the finger but I'm gonna let you cause this is fun. You fucking coconut are too easily distracted. You and the dog from Up got a lot in common. *squirrel*

Aww. He left him food. Sky knows his ship is sinking. It's okay though Pai is clearly gone too with all this food he is ordering. Oh, that girl got his number. She know that Pai wants Sky's texts. Oh, look at that flirting going on between text.

"He's so cute. I just want to eat him up." You should really get on with that. I mean, I don't know about Sky but I'm okay with it. Look at him deleting all the sneaky links. Ohhhh, that's so fucking cute!! I love it!!

Now Sky over here looking moon struck. Looking at the ugly ass drawing that his boyfriend drew and smiling. You are gutting me Sky, stop but seriously these are again, very typical SA survivor thoughts. He put that drawing on the wall. Seriously he did. So cute. "Then please shut your mouth." 🤣🤣🤣 Oh Pai, you got yourself in trouble. Now you gonna be punished. Oh Oh, look at that scared look on his face. Pai knows he is in deep shit now but he thinks he got a paddle.

I should not enjoy this moment as much as I do but I'm a Sadist so, I am. "Wouldn't it be easier if you just went home. Why are you putting in so much effort for a one night stand." "I told you that it wouldn't be easy to drive me away." I'm not the only one who is a sadist. "Then make it spotless." 🤣🤣🤣 Look at him trying to push him away. Good luck with that. I'm only saying that because I know you can't. As my bestie @victooooorious said. Sky saying "When will you get bored of me." is such a mood. "You want an honest answer or sweet words?" Come on, I think we all know what Sky will choose. "I don't know. I won't know until that day comes." See in the book, he doesn't see it happening but he also knows that Sky won't trust that. "But you'll get bored someday?" "What are you so scared of?" Then he pulls him near. "It's alright, I'll be here. I won't leave you." Ohh. We are getting inner dialogue. You said that so confidently. How much do you like him, Pai? "Okay, I give in." "Wait, wait, what do you mean? Please don't joke with me." "I meant exactly what I said. I won't stop you anymore." "Wait, I didn't do all this just to sleep with you." Look whose learned communication. Fuck boy no more. "Fine I want to do it but it's not the whole reason. I came here because I wanted to see you. I'm fine with just making out." Anybody else just fall in love with him. No just me? Okay then. "But it's nice if I could take your whole body." Okay, so a little fuck boy is still in here but HE RECOGNIZED IT! "I sound like a dick! Forget it!" "I'm not looking for just sex from you."

He's checking again. He is clearly wanting 100% consent this time, no confusion. Boy learning communication. "I'll take both your body and heart." So neither of these actors have any issues going for that nipple. Just want to point out that difference. Also that skill at unzipping those pants, yeah no it's not cause he is a boy. That's somebody who knows his way around it. Oh, this is without a doubt love making. They're both so committed to each other. "Pai, hurry up and get bored of me soon." I don't want my heart broken any more than it is. Meanwhile Pai is hearing, please don't ever get board of me. Because that's really what Sky is saying. He doesn't want you to ever get bored of him.

Yeah, you totally slept with him because you want him to stop pestering you. We believe you.

Ohh, the getting to know you stage. I'm not judging this order. Look after I didn't throw away hubby's number, I called him for a one night stand... It's turned into the longest one night stand of my life. I love that Sky can talk to Pai about his life with a smile. You know being alone at such a young age was tough, it's gonna have effects but he looks at the positives. Pai is also connected and asking important questions.

Ahh, and the nipple piercing is brought up. You can see the sensitivity on the face but it's also not overwhelming. Remember when I talk about how touch can trigger but when done right it can help block the triggers. It can help you talk about stuff that are normally painful. It's because your grounded in the here and now. It takes being skin to skin with someone you trust, just like aftercare for a sub drop.

Ohhh, look at that though. Pai doesn't want the nipple rings put in anymore. Nothing that will remind Sky of the ex. Did your dumb ass really ask if Sky still like him? Douche Canoe. Sky tries to pull back but Pai ain't having it. "I always come across assholes." "That's not true at all. You won't come across another guy like me even if you were reborn three times." "Your full of yourself." All the cute cuddling. Sky totally deserves it. "I'm so happy." Sky's like, that's nice, go shower. You stink. Yet, I'm gonna cuddle with the shirt that you cleaned in. "How could I get bored of you. All I do is fall for you more."

Ahhhhh.... He is waiting for Sky. Look how bashful Sky is and Sky immediately notices the pin. Fuck me but Rain is a white crayon. It's bad when Sig, SIG! is smarter than you. Go ask that auntie she know. I'm so fucking dead. I'm crying with laughter. These fucking lovely bunch of coconuts. 🥥🥥

If you don't like it then give me a hickey!!!!!!!!!! Yes, you absolutely should. "I love when you claim ownership."

Fuck this episode what so sweet it almost put me in a diabetic coma. What a way to go though. Hell to the yeah. Am I right or am I right!?

Okay so we only have two episodes left. I'm expecting the next one to kill us. I will not even look at anything until I've gotten a trigger warning. I'll post for you guys. For those of you risking it, if your a survivor please buddy watch. If you do get triggered it's helpful to have someone there to ground you. See you guys next week, hope you enjoyed this. This is dedicated as always to the Coconut Mafia for the constant support and love. Special shout out to @notfreetoday @ellaspore @thebirkenstocksocialist @tleighblack @tabbygray and @hael987

#love in the air the series #love in the air series #love in the air #lita #love in the air kink #luta talks kink #coconuts mafia

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sofasoap · 1 year

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A quiet moment - Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Pairing : Kyle “ Gaz” Garrick x F!reader

Summary: Photos, families and memories.

Part of my Miss Sunshine series.

Mini MacTavish verse.

Thanks to mother of my Mini MacTavish @saltofmercury for lending me the character “Mini” from her story. Go read her “The Favorite MacTavish” !

“Masterlist”for other stories to this Mini MacTavish expanded verse.

Little whining and cooing sound, along with low whispering voice echoes through the corridor. Your hand immediately reaches for your husband, thinking there is an intruder in the house, kidnapping your daughter. Only to find his side of the bed empty.

Crawling out of the bed, grabbing the combat knife Gaz stashed away in the drawer, and tiptoeing towards the door, carefully not making any sounds.

To your surprise, the door was ajar, poking your head through the gap of the door, you saw a shadow of a man, holding the baby.

“So that is your Great poppy Garrick, and that is your pop and nan..” You realise it was Gaz, walking up and down the corridor, holding your baby daughter Lily, showing her all the family photos on the wall.

“Oh,look, there is your Ma! Isn’t she such a cutie, and your uncle Soap. hah, didn’t realise he had such a dorky haircut when he was young.”

“You remember your scary Uncle Simon and König?”

Oh yea. It was a memorable day. You never see two men over 6ft tall, being so scared in their life, trying to pass the baby to one another, and little Lily just stares at them with wide curious eyes.

“That’s uncle Price… mmm Who is that standing beside him?” Gaz moves closer towards the photo, squinting. “A… Alex?? That's right... him and Farah....” he mumbled.

“ Ah, this is my favourite. Look at your beautiful Ma. Just graduated from Uni.” Adjusting his hold of Lily, he turned her around, face to face.

“Let me tell you a secret… I fell in love with your Ma when your Uncle showed me this picture for the first time.” your daughter blabbered and waved her arms. “ But your Daddy was a coward. Too scared to admit his love for your Ma.” Turning her around to face the photo again, "Your Ma was a brave soul, not afraid to make a move on me, a battle tattered man."

“You weren’t a coward Kyle.” he jumped at your voice. Your daughter let out a happy squeal.

“What are you two doing out here”

“I want to spend more time with my little bub. Isn’t that right?” Lily cooed as if she understood what was being said.

“At 2 o’clock in the morning?” you raised eyebrow.

Gaz looked at you sheepishly. “ I couldn’t sleep, plus she was whining over the baby monitor. How can I ignore my little sweet pea’s cry??” Looking down at your hands “... what are you doing with my combat knife???”

“Um. I thought there was a burglar in the house, and you weren’t in bed with me. I had to protect my baby.” You pouted as you lowered the knife. Gaz shook his head and pulled you in with one arm and kissed your head. “Sorry love. Come on. Go back to bed, I’ll put her back into the crib.” Giving your husband one more kiss on the lip and little peck on your daughter’s adorable chubby cheek, you wandered back to your shared bedroom.

The next morning, you found Gaz, somehow managed to squeeze himself into the crib, snoring away and your daughter lying on his chest.

Another picture for the memory.

#kyle gaz garrick x reader #kyle gaz garrick #gaz garrick #kyle gaz garrick x female reader #sergeant kyle gaz garrick #cod mw2 #gaz need more love #gaz garrick x reader

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siempre-bucky · 2 years

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Spying

Dad!Bob Floyd x Wife!Reader

summary: You and Bob recall your own prom while you watch your daughter go off to hers.

wc: 892

a/n: so I watched 2011 footloose for the first time and I got inspired by a scene...enjoy the domestic bliss..

“Do I look dorky with my glasses?” Amy asked as she looked at herself in the mirror of your bedroom. You clasped her necklace for her and ran your hands down her shoulders to rid of any stray lint off her dress. All your daughter had been talking about was junior prom, her dress had been hanging on the back of her door for weeks in anticipation.

“Of course not, sweetheart. You look beautiful,” you reassured her, taking a step back to take it all in. It reminded you of yourself the night of your prom, happily looking in the mirror with your mother and friends behind you, anxiously waiting for the shy boy with glasses to arrive.

Amy did a small twirl in her lavender dress, pushing up her aviators as her eyes looked back at her reflection.

“There’s an old beat up car out front,” Bob announced as he tapped on the door frame. His heart nearly stopped when he saw his daughter, tears threatening to well up with pride. She looked just like you when he took you to school dances years ago.

“Dad, are you crying?” she asked as she took a quick glimpse, packing her small bag.

“Nope,” he gulped, wiping his eyes under his glasses. You rolled your eyes at his unconvincing lie and walked to the window, hooking your finger around the white curtain to pull it back. A boy paced nervously in front of his car, shaking his hands and looking toward the sky.

“You might wanna get out here, baby bob, the boy might combust,” you chuckled, returning your attention to your family. Amy nodded happily and hurried towards you, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

It’s like she could sense it, Amy pulled away and narrowed her eyes. “We agreed on no pictures,” she intoned. You and Bob both tucked your cellphones back into your pockets. She smiled, the apples of her cheeks rising, her eyes crinkling.

“Call me if anything happens,” Bob whispered as he held her tightly.

“I promise,” she whispered in return before kissing his cheek and walking out of the room.

You opened the curtain and let the tears flow as smiles spread across the teen's faces before they embraced one another. “She’ll think we’re spying,” Bob chuckled as he walked over, standing being you, his strong arms wrapping around your waist.

“We are,” you whimpered, one of your hands placed over his while the other played with the delicate ‘a’ pendant around your neck, the ‘b’ and ‘j’ clinking together as they landed on your finger. Bob placed a loving kiss on the side of your neck before he rested his chin on your shoulder. He smiled when he saw the boy open his daughter's door and helped her in. “She found a gentleman,” you said as you leaned into his embrace. A small ‘atta boy’ escaping your husband's lips.

“Reminds me of you when we were that age.” You two stood in a comfortable silence as you watched the car noisily drive off, a large puff of black smoke coming out of the tailpipe.

Your husband finally managed to step away and guided you away from the window, your eyes lingering on the glass until he pulled you close. “Do you remember our senior prom?” he asked, as his hands found your waist. You snorted at the memories and put your hands on his shoulders, letting him sway you side to side.

“You had coke bottle glasses and your hair was a little longer,” you recalled fondly, “I remember very well.”

“I was so nervous coming to pick you up that night,” he admitted with a small smile, “I pulled off to the side of the street at least three times because I was so nervous.”

“You never told me that!”

Bob nodded and moved you back so he could take your hand to spin you into his chest. You let out a soft hum as you collided, your eyes fluttering shut. “Jus’ wanted you to think I wasn’t a nervous wreck,”

You scoffed playfully and turned around, “I could never,” you giggled before softly kissing his cheek. “I was so in love with you that it wouldn't’ve mattered.”

He grinned and suddenly dipped you, “How do you feel about me now?” he questioned, his dog tags slipping out from under his t-shirt, the cold metal hitting your chest. Heat rose to your face as his eyes lingered on you, he certainly got smoother as he got older.

“I’m still very much in love with you.”

“Is it my turn to dance with dad?” a jealous voice asked from the door, “It’s unfair she gets to go to all the dances.”

Bob stood you up and held out a hand for your youngest, “Well Miss Josephine, I need to ask my date. Don’t want another incident,” He joked, looking at you with a playful smile. You bit down on your lower lip, knowing what he meant. You still felt bad for the poor girl you punched in the nose for getting too close to Bob on prom night.

“She started it,” You whisper as you pull away from him, running your hand through Josephine’s hair as she skipped to her dad. Looking back, you shot back a wink before pulling out your phone to take photos.

#bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #bob floyd x you #bob floyd imagine #bob floyd fanfic #bob floyd fluff #top gun #top gun maverick

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ablatheringblatherskite · 4 months

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10, 17, and 18 for the fic asks!! Maybe for the pirate au? 👀

HI CHLOEEE!! Ooooh, the Pirate POTO Fic?? why of course!!

10. If unpublished, can you show a sneak peek of what you've written?

Why, of course!! Although I will say I've already forgotten what scenes I've posted so if I already shared this im so sorry, and i'll gladly share another scene instead if I have! Anyway, HAVE A FLUFF SCENE AND A DRAMATIC SCENE!!

On the fourteenth day of their cruise—about two weeks after their wedding—Raoul was standing at the bow of the ship and inhaling the air with his eyes closed. He had taken to doing this every morning, when the air was still chilly. And as Raoul let the ocean air envelope him and fill his lungs, he felt a pair of arms wrap themselves from behind him, around his waist. Raoul opened his eyes and beamed as he tried to twist around, but Christine held on tightly. Raoul laughed, trying to dislodge her enough so he could greet his wife goodmorning, but she kept turning away from him so he could only see her hair. Then Raoul twisted suddenly, loosening her grip just enough so he could spin around and grab her under the waist, lifting her off the deck and spinning while she laughed. He put her down, his hands remaining around her waist, and her arms now resting on his shoulders. “Good morning, my love,” Raoul said affectionately, pressing a gentle kiss against her forehead and the loose curls that covered it. “How was your rest?” “Far from enough,” Christine chuckled, and Raoul smiled, pressing his mouth against her hair in an attempt to stifle a yawn. “Perhaps tomorrow we should sleep in different beds—that might be the only way we get any rest at this rate.” Raoul gasped dramatically. “Already sleeping in different beds, on our honeymoon?” Christine laughed, and Raoul smiled and wrapped her in his arms, swaying slightly with the ship. “Of course, if you so wish, perhaps just one night—but I would rather miss sleep for a hundred days instead of sleeping apart from you again.” Christine smiled at him, and instead of responding, kissed him on the lips. Raoul shut his eyes as she did, and they stood there for a few moments until the ship made Christine stumble out of his grasp. Raoul, who was rather good at keeping himself balanced on ships by now, managed to catch her just before she fell, and they both laughed as he righted her. “I feel the same,” she finally said, prompting a dorky smile from her husband. Raoul grabbed her round the waist and kissed her again.

That's the fluff scene, obviously tee hee hee. And here's the dramatic scene!!

Then the screaming began. Without thinking, Raoul grabbed Christine by the shoulders, turning her around to face him. She was pale as a sheet. “Christine!” Raoul bellowed, all but shaking her to snap out of it. “Get under the ship! Hide however you can! Go!” Christine’s unfocused eyes looked directly into his, and he felt a piercing pain shoot through his heart. She grabbed his shirt, shaking her head furiously. “I can’t leave you!” She cried, and Raoul gripped her arms with a fierce intensity. “There is no time! Go, now! I’ll find you once it’s safe!” And without another word he let her go, sprinting off towards the bow of the ship, ushering as many women as he could to safety. He glanced back to make sure Christine had gone and was both relieved and afraid when she was no longer there. Gritting his teeth, Raoul joined the men, who were distributing firearms amongst themselves. Raoul grabbed a gun and made sure it was loaded, letting out a tense exhale. He had read stories of pirates. Often, in fact, with Christine, when they were only children. He remembered that he was fascinated with them—the fearful, gruesome stories, the high-sea adventures, brutal punishments, and treasure. To a young boy, it had sounded exactly like everything one could ever want. Likely a large influence on why he joined the Navy to begin with. Meanwhile Christine was both fascinated and terrified of the idea of them. He remembered now, how he had claimed that he could fight any pirate off for her, and how Christine had laughed. How he had flushed, and how she had immediately reassured him that she believed him, and how she had kissed his cheek to emphasize her point. He wasn’t sure if it was true. But for Christine, it had to be.

17. When publishing it, will you have a posting schedule or will you just update whenever?

It probably won't be very consistent I'm so sorry 😭 because im thinking I'll probably write a couple chapters then when i start posting, edit just before that (because i DESPISE EDITING). and im not sure if ill be able to be consistent, but ill definitely try to be!! 😭

18. How many chapters do you plan to write ahead before publishing?

Maybe five?? it depends on how far into the story it gets, but that sounds like a decent amount of chapters in advance to me!

Feel free to send me more Unwritten/Unpublished fics asks here!!!!

#asks #ask games #Little Chloe!#brendadaaedestler #aster's writing journey #my writings

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doodle-do-wop · 7 months

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also wanted to share my favorite Kesline (and Kesline adjacent) headcannons that i think you would appreciate

Kesler calls Juline snowdrop, Kesler started calling her that after she mentioned Snowdrops where her favorite flower, and he would also use it tp help her ground when she was losing control of her ability when they first started dating

Kesler has Glasses that are similar to Milo Thatch’s (round and dorky)

Juline loves murder mysteries and X files (projecting here) (but also Kesler and Juline kinda look like Mulder and Scully)

this is less of a headcannon but ive got this whole thing with periwinkle and snowdrop symbolism in my kesline fanart, (Kesler’s accessories having snowdrops on them and Juline’s having periwinkle)

elven wedding rings go on the thumb like cognate rings, but they only go on the wearer’s dominant hand, they can have different designs but every set of rings will glow whenever their wearers spouse is thinking about them, instead of sticking together when they think the same thing

Juline originally wasn’t completely on board with Kesler’s name rhyming the kids name plan. but one day she went over to visit Edaline at havenfeild when she was feeling like she could handle visitors, and brings up Kesler’s little plan and how she can’t think of three names that rhyme with Dexter that she likes. Edaline giggles a little and says “i mean T. Rex rhymes with Dex” and that was the first joke Juline heard Eda make after Jolie was killed. so Juline agreed to rhyme the kids names as long as they all rhymed with Rex

Lex’s full name is Alexander, Rex and Bex don’t have full names, why? because i genuinely think Kesler and Juline are the kinda parents to give only one of the triplets a full name just to mess with people.

- @the-magic-school-bus

(i’ll draw how the rings look up close i just can’t include images on anon also i haven’t draw them yet)

ASKJAHSJFHDKGRKDHDKSGKSBXIHENXVAKSGJSGAKDHEKAJGS (I'm normal about this) (no I'm not) AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA (I love this all so so much) KDHDKHDJSHSJSHSJHSJS (I looked up Mulder and Skully and you are so right LMAOOO)

SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP (89% true, the headcanon with Eda ans Juline AAAAAA)

Can't believe I forgot Kesler's glasses 💀, how's he gonna see his hot wife without his glasses

I dont remember rings being mentioned often in terms of marriage in KOTLC (it might've been a throw away line or something) but I do find the thumb interesting. I just drew it on whichever hand was more visible. Also Juline really has to take her ring off whenever she's Squall because otherwise that thing would be glowing 24/7. They live in each other's minds rent free. Rotating like bagel bites in a microwave.

Juline puts her ring on and it's a BEACON of light. Sure she's wondering which rebellious streak is stronger and how on earth did the triplets manage to stick Dex's bed to the ceiling with Dex in it but somewhere in that head of hers is a 9,999+ slideshow of her husband going on at almost all times.

#shes so normal about her husband #she is i swear #the crush phase never ended #it just got stronger #juline dizznee #kesler dizznee #kotlc #kesline #frosted beakers #here i go again. liking a background ship more than i do the main one

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noelle-holi-gay · 11 months

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hey Slimer! I’d like to suggest a Drabble of the annual Holiday-Dreemurr baseball game, and all of the chaos it entails! Congrats on school being over!

-Snarky

Kris frowned as deeply as humanly possible, shielding their eyes from the scalding summer sun. They were walking towards the baseball diamond out behind the school; it had only been two minutes since they got out of the car, and already they were sweating buckets.

"I am going to dissolve into a pile of ash," they said.

Toriel looked down at them. "I told you not to wear that sweater, my child."

"But I like this sweater." Kris pouted and adjusted their horn headband out of habit. "Why do we have to do this, anyway?"

"It's tradition, Kris!" Asgore said chipperly. He was wearing a hawaiian shirt and a baseball cap, and looked altogether far too cheerful. "Remember how much fun we had last year?"

Kris thought back. "Last year was pretty fun, actually."

Toriel glared at them. "No pranking Noelle with fire ants this time, Kris."

Kris groaned. "Then what's the poiiiiint?" They crossed their arms. "It's a dumb tradition, anyway. If we all jumped off a bridge every year would you make me do that too, because it's tradition? What if I died? What if I died and was dead forever?"

Toriel smiled down at them. "Well, it's a good thing this is baseball, and not jumping off a bridge to die forever, isn't it, Kris?"

Kris crossed their arms and grumbled to themself.

Asriel elbowed them in the side. "Aw, come on. It's not so bad! Just try to have fun, okay?"

Kris looked up at Asriel, then turned back to the baseball diamond and sighed. "Okayyyyy."

The Holidays were already on the diamond. Dess was practicing swings at home plate, with Noelle shadowing her, no doubt listening to Dess brag about how killer she was at baseball; Carol was reclining in a fold-out lawn chair, wearing sunglasses and a large floppy hat, with a book laid out on her legs and a glass of something Kris probably wasn't allowed to drink in her hand; and Rudy was running up to them, a dorky sun visor around his forehead.

"Heya, gang!" he greeted. "How's everyone doing? Ready to play some ball?"

Asgore laughed heartily and walked up to give Rudy a hug. "You know we are."

"I think baseball was invented by dark gods to burn people alive and suck our souls out of our bodies," Kris said.

"Yes yes, Kris, we know," Toriel said placatingly, patting them on the head before giving Rudy a smile. "Most of us are."

Rudy chuckled. "Well if they're not feeling it, they can join their Aunt Carol over in the stands, and they can both have no fun together!"

From over where she was sitting, Carol raised her sunglasses, glaring over at her husband. "NO they CANNOT. I do not need fire ants in my fur, thank you very much."

"You wouldn't have that problem if you got up and played with us!" Rudy returned.

"Not after twisting my ankle last year, honey," Carol called back, before lowering her sunglasses again and returning to her book.

Rudy shrugged. "Eh. I tried."

"It's okay," Kris said. "I don't wanna sit with Aunt Carol anyway. She's really mean and really boring."

"Kris! Manners," Toriel snapped.

Asgore laughed and said, "Kids, right?" which only earned him a glare from Toriel, too.

Rudy just chuckled. "Hey, hey. What she doesn't hear can't hurt us, yeah?"

"Uh…I'm gonna go say hi to Dess," Asriel said, backing away from the conversation.

Kris, seeing an opportunity to get away from the adults, followed him over to Dess and Noelle. Dess was still practicing her swings, and Noelle was still dutifully providing her an adoring audience.

"Hey, Dreem-nerds!" Dess grinned at the two of them, miming blowing their heads off with her bat. "You ready to get creamed?"

Asriel only smiled at the taunts. "Hey, Dess! How are you?"

"Ready to kick your ass, that's how!"

"Language," Carol called absently from behind them.

"We're down a player, though," Noelle pointed out. "Won't that give us a disadvantage?"

"It's not like she did much anyway," Kris mumbled under their breath.

"Yeah, we don't need Mom to beat you guys!" Dess said confidently. "My coach says I've got natural talent! You hear that? That means I'm the best at baseball!"

Noelle frowned. "Um, I don't think that's what it means…"

"That's great, though, Dess!" Asriel said, smiling wide. "Have you guys been winning your games?"

"Well, uh—" Dess faltered. "Well, some of 'em."

Kris snickered. "But not most of them?"

"Hey, it's not my fault! I've got some real loser teammates."

"That's not very nice, Dess," Noelle pointed out.

Dess scowled. "Yeah, well, it isn't very nice when Squidly can't throw the ball, either."

"Hey kids!" Rudy called. He and Kris's parents were walking towards them. "You guys ready to play?"

Dess and Asriel gave enthusiastic assent, Noelle nodded, and Kris huffed, but there was nothing they could do as they all took their places. The Dreemurrs had first bat, and Kris volunteered to step up to the plate first, just to get it over with. They held the bat in their hands awkwardly and looked across the field to Rudy, who was on the pitchers mound.

"Ready, kiddo?" he called.

Kris nodded, and Rudy threw the ball. It was more of a light toss than a pitch, though, and Kris watched as the ball arced through the air towards them. They were a little late on reaction, though, and the ball bonked them right in the forehead.

"Oh crap," Rudy said.

"Kris!" Toriel called from behind them. "Are you alright?"

Kris looked down at the ball, which had fallen by their feet, and picked it up. Then they dropped the bat and started running to first base.

"HEY!" Dess cried indignantly. "THAT'S CHEATING!"

"You can't tag me out if I have the ball!" Kris called back as they passed a very confused Noelle on first and headed for second. "I win!"

"That's against the rules!" Dess shouted.

Rudy exchanged a look with Asgore. "Um, what do we…?"

Kris kept running, blazing towards third base, where Dess was waiting. They stuck out their tongue at her, and she growled, leaping forward and tackling them to the ground.

"Gimme the fucking ball, you twerp!"

"NEVER!"

"DESS!" Carol shouted.

"Hoo boy," Rudy mumbled as he jogged over to where they were tussling on the dirt. "This year's off to a great start, huh?"

#deltarune #kris dreemurr #dess holiday #noelle holiday #asriel dreemurr #fanfiction #my writing #drabbles #answers

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countrymusiclover · 10 months

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103 - A Rescuing Price

Part 104

Gemini Runaway

@icefrye19 @secretdreamlandmentality

Alina’s pov

“Are you sure we shouldn’t be with Hope. Mom and dad won’t like that we split up?” My sister Missy asked me when we walked up towards Jackson’s mothers cabin in the woods.

Raising my hand I knocked on the front door sending her a half smile trying to not act nervous even though I was. “Hope can handle herself and I don’t want to wait anymore before I tell Jackson what is going on with me.”

“Alina. Missy, what’s going on. Where’s Hope?” Jackson opened the door smiling at us but he raised a brow at us.

Dropping my hands at my sides we stepped inside the small cabin and my sister shut the door behind her. Looking around for his mother I didn’t see her which would actually help me in this situation so she would pressure me. “She’s very busy at school. I wanted to talk to you though…I want to date you some before we tie the knot if that’s okay.”

“Wait a minute. You didn’t even ask me before we did this!” Missy scolded me but I raised my hand meeting Jackson’s gaze.

He shook his head at me leaving the room for a second. “No…no that’s not how this works. This is how it’s supposed to be done. Alina Josette Mikaelson, will you marry me?” He came back into the room opening a small black box, getting down on one knee in front of me.

“Yes, you dorky wolf.” I chuckled, covering my mouth with my hands letting some happy tears fall down my face. Moving towards him I let him slip the ring on my left hand leaning up on my toes kissing his cheek since I wasn’t comfortable kissing him really yet.

Missy rolled her eyes hearing her phone go off where she left to answer it leaving us alone. Taking Jackson’s hands in mine I dared to ask the question that was eating away at me. “I have to ask even though you already asked for my hand. Yet what do you see in me exactly? I mean my father is Klaus Mikaelson and I am a half witch and werewolf.”

“Hey don’t say that about yourself, Lina. You’re not this girl that is on the verge of snapping any second. Not when I look at you.” Jackson smiled down at me since he was slightly taller than me. He leans down where I parted my lips not believing what he was saying for a second. “When I look I see a queen.”

I giggled at him. “My dad used to call me a princess growing up….Jack what are you about to do?”

“I was gonna kiss ya. Unless you’re not ready for that. I can wait until you are.” He drew back slightly, searching my eyes for signs of hesitation.

Brushing back his black curly hair I nervously chuckled at the werewolf in front of me. “No I…we can. I just…I’ve never kissed someone before.”

“Neither have I.” He blurted out with a cheeky smile while his eyes said he was just as nervous. Leaning forward I closed the gap and he met me the rest of the way where our lips were inches from touching.

Suddenly though Missy ran back inside in a panic causing us to break away from one another. “Aunt Caroline just called and said that mom and dad are with her and they found Hope’s location. They might be there to find aunt Hayley and uncle Jacob.” Jackson and I turned to each other before he went and grabbed his bow and arrow following us to his truck tracking her current phone location.

Raelyn’s pov

“Caroline, you don’t have to be here with us. You have your daughters to think about now.” I warned her knowing that things might get messy in that house.

She shook her head no at me until someone snapped her neck and we saw Elijah standing behind her. “I’m not going anywhere, Raelyn. We’re family now. If you’re girls are in danger then-“

“Elijah….we don’t have time for this. My brother is in there.” I got in a fighting stance seeing that he didn’t seem to care.

“The woman I love there has a brother and I am not going to let you hurt her.” He responded back.

My husband showed his hybrid face glancing at me briefly. “Rae, go save them. I’ll handle him. If he remembered his old life because if he did there’s no way you can stop me!” He vamped towards his brother and they started throwing punches before I vamped inside the house breaking through the front door.

Whipping my head around, I recognized my brother’s crying out for me. “Raelyn!”

Vamping in front of him he was sitting bound down in a chair with vervain ropes. Hayley was beside him barely struggling to stay awake. “J, Hayley, I’m sorry. I am going to get you out of here - ah!” My hand burns against the ropes before I could even siphon it away.

“Rae, Hope’s knocked out in the other room with this Roman guy. Andrea is still asleep but the spell will wear off in a little bit.” Hayley sniffed through tears lifting her head up slightly.

Whipping my head around I heard someone enter the room turning visible meaning they used the invisible spell before I saw my other two daughters and Jackson standing in front of me. “Alina, Missy, Jackson. You all need to get the hell out of here now. It’s not safe.”

“Mom, we can help uncle J and aunt Hayley.” Missy pushed past me grabbing a hold of their chains turning her hands red siphoning away the magic breaking the bounds. “Fractos…there we go.”

Alina glanced around the room searching for her sister and cousin. “Where’s Hope and Andrea?”

“I don’t know yet but you need to go - uh!” Raising my hand with fast reflexively I gripped onto the end of an arrow that came from the kitchen trying to stab me in the chest. “Is that the best you’ve got. Stop being a coward and show yourself!”

Greta around the corner making me gasp in horror seeing she had a stake pressed into Andrea’s back. “Auntie Rae!” She winced sharply in pain.

“I knew you’d come once I got all of your abominations of a family here. And now I can fix the problem and make everything back to the way it is supposed to be.” Greta said with a smirk pressing the stake into Andrea’s back further.

Gripping the arrow tightly around my fingers I didn’t notice that Missy had went invisible again before she had stabled her in the leg making her drop Andrea. “My family aren’t abominations, bitch!” Launching the arrow into her direction Greta grabbed her shoulder before I vamped her against the wall.

“Mrs. Mikaelson, what do we do?” Jackson asked, raising his bow and arrow toward her.

I could hear Nik and Elijah still fighting outside but they weren’t on the front porch. “Get everyone out of here now. Klaus and I will handle this -“ I groaned when Greta managed to move her hand and shove it into my chest holding my heart where I grunted through tears.

Suddenly my husband vamped inside the house yanking Great off of me where I collapsed on the ground floor for breath. They threw some punches back and forth but before he could bite her. “Nik…” Elijah vamped behind him and stabbed a piece of wood in the back of his heart.

Greta got to her feet quickly while I saw that everyone else had gotten out of the house except for Alina and Missy. Greta raised her hand grabbing a hold of my neck about to snap it when Alina stepped forward drawing out the stake she had dropped on the ground. “Let my mother go now or I’ll kill you!”

“Oh my dear girl. So brave and….yet stupid.” Greta released her hold on me vamping over to Missy.

Holding myself up in my hands I still was recovering from when she almost removed my heart. “Greta please don’t…I’m begging you. She’s…she’s just a child, they all are!” I felt some tears falling down my face seeing her holding Missy against her chest.

“I wish I could Raelyn. But I cannot allow anymore hybrid creatures to exist. Say goodbye to your sister.” Greta shoved her hand in her back holding Missy’s heart inside her chest.

Alina sucked in a breath clutching the stake in her hands before she just lost it. The windows in the house shattered the second she launched the stake forward. “No!” Yet Greta vamped out of the way and the stake went into her sister’s chest.

“No!” Klaus and I both sobbed through shocked tears.

Elijah moved towards Alina about to attack her until someone snapped his neck. “Mom. Dad, how do we save her?” Hope had recovered from whatever sleep spell they had used and she ran over to us.

Scrambling to my feet I held my youngest daughter in my lap seeing how far the stake had gone inside her. “I….I….it’s too deep…she…she’s barely hanging on.” I croaked through heavy tears resting a hand to Missy’s face.

“Mom. Dad, I…Missy I’m so sorry. I can’t let her die like this…it’s all my fault!” Alina rushed over, dropping down on her knees sobbing heavily.

Klaus listened to his daughter's heartbeat giving me a horrible look on his face. “Rae, we have no other choice. The second we pull the stake out she’ll be dead.” He shook his head knowing I knew what he meant.

“She’ll die won’t she…” Alina croaked, gripping the carpet floor in her fingers with her heart picking up.

All I could manage was a head nod yes so her father had to explain while I just held her weak body in my arms. “She has to have vampire blood in her system so she’ll turn and heal. And you’ll have to give her your blood sweetheart…I, so sorry Alina. There’s no other option.”

Nik bites into his wrist brushing Missy’s hair from her mouth hearing her groan against it. “Drink baby. You have to drink.” I told her resting my forehead against hers for a second before he lowered his wrist down to her mouth.

Missy grabbed it in her hands, drinking a small bit until she just held onto his wrist for comfort. “Daddy, will it hurt?”

“Just for a moment, Missy. I promise it will be quick…come here sweetheart. I’ve got you.” He sat her up where she was pressed against his chest. I couldn’t stop crying even though I knew she would come back as a heretic. I wasn’t ready for it to be her fate yet. “I love you…” He muttered into her ear before he gently put his hands around her neck snapping it as gently as he could, letting her body fall dead against his embrace.

“Ah! Mom…dad…” Alina gasped sharply holding her chest when we saw her wince in agonizing pain. She shut her eyes crying for a few minutes before she opened her eyes and we both saw the golden werewolf take over her eyes and then disappear.

Missy shot awake a few minutes afterwards where I released a breath I didn’t know I was holding in. Brushing her hair out of her face my husband was crying too alongside Alina. “Daddy….agh…everything hurts.”

“Sssh honey. We will get you home and everything will be better.” I rose to my feet first and Alina followed afterwards. Finally Klaus rose to his feet, never taking Missy out of his arms and he didn’t let her go until we got back to the compound.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

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anxious-lee · 10 months

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|| Drakepad + Gosalyn Tickle Headcanons ||

(A/N): these three are undeniably a family and I love them ❤️

i want drake mallard to be my dad what who said that

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- launchpad is such a tickle monster

- his solution to all stress is just to tickle until the sadness goes away

- it always works on poor, overworked drake

- (drake tends to neglect his wellness for the sake of crime fighting and sometimes needs lp to make him go to bed, or eat, or drink water) (he will grumble a little bit after, but he knows he needs it)

- drakepad is so physically/emotionally comfortable with each other that tickling is almost an unspoken thing between them

- they can hold an entire conversation using only eye contact and wiggling air fingers (gosalyn will hear them arguing behind her, it'll go quiet for a few moments, and then drake will shout "OK OK FINE ILL GO TAKE A NAP"

- so yeah launchpad is a switch

- probably ler-leaning switch

- drake I'd say is a chaotic 50/50 switch

- depending on who he's with, he can either be a tickling neir-do-well, or a clumsy, nervous, ticklish puppy

- with gosalyn, he's the former. with launchpad, he's the latter

- gosalyn isn't really the type of kid to enjoy being tickled as much as her dads might, but it's fun sometimes (only because she trusts them with everything)

- one morning, gosalyn refuses to get out of bed, despite it being 11:00 in the morning (I feel you girl). drake however needs his crime fighting partner and goes to coerce her out of bed

drake: ... but I need you! You're my partner!

gosalyn: mrrgmbm cant grmb too tired mbghmmhn

drake: oh dear, whatever will I do without my faithful companion... *scratches a finger up her sole*

gosalyn: *hrn* s-stooop

drake: *puppy eyes* i can only hope that I'll be alright... out there... all alone *wiggles more fingers on her foot*

gosalyn: HYAHHIHIHIHI FIHINE!

drake: works every time 😏

- when tickling gos, drake does this bit pretending that his hands are sentient beings that cannot be controlled, and that they eat when they tickle (classic dorky dad stuff)

- he loves to make his daughter laugh and smile, and he loves to play with his husband ❤️

- when tickling launchpad, he doesn't do the sentient hands thing. he mostly sticks to teasing about how a big guy like him is so "vewy vewy tickwish~" and it works like a fucking charm

- teases lp uses AGAINST drake would be calling himself the tickle monster, and actually encouraging his lee to come out on top; "come on, darkwing duck, you can take this! you're almost free, I believe in you!" but try escaping a 6-foot tickle monster and see how successful you are with that. drake ultimately crumples into launchpad's lap at his ticklish mercy

- drake's most ticklish spot is his belly, making him fit perfectly in launchpad's lap for tickles

- lp is a very gentle tickler

- and also quite ticklish himself

- his most ticklish spot is his underarms

- launchpad LOVES kids, ESPECIALLY his own kid, so gosalyn finds herself the target of her dorky dad's tickle attacks. he teases her with silly noises like "tikikikikikikiki" and "brbrbrbrbrbrb". which she finds SO embarrassing lol

- remember that scene in the jungle book when baloo pretends to be knocked out and mowgli accidentally starts a tickle fight with him? yeah that's launchpad and gosalyn actually

- drake will sometimes convince gos to help him tickle-ambush papa, to which she always agrees a little too evilly

- lp isn't the only one gos tickles

- gosalyn also realizes that her dad can overwork himself, so she takes it upon herself to lecture him into relaxing. when that doesn't work, her next plan is to tickle him to exhaustion. drake is no fool, he can see the glint in her eyes from a mile away, but she's young, and agile, and determined, and he's clumsy, awkward, and old, so the chase isn't long

- gosalyn is 100% a ler

- the happiest days in the McQuack house are when all three of them are engaged in a full out tickle war that has them running around the lair screaming and laughing

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My contribution to the Drakepad shippers! I wrote these as they came to me, so they're not organized at all sorry

#tickle #tickles #tickling #ticklish #tickle community #lee talks #tickle headcanons #ducktales tickles #darkwing duck tickles

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clunelover · 3 months

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Okay wow, My Dark Vanessa is so intense, and I’m glad it was recommended to me. It is definitely a darker (ha) version of some stuff I was working through in some recent writing. (Oh and I did finally get to where you find out that the title comes from Pale Fire - so maybe a lot of people know that, but I haven’t read that and did not know).

I had a teacher in high school who I had a mega crush on. He was younger and very funny and IMO hot. I was on the rowing team, and I knew he was a rower too. It’s a small community, so I heard from other team members that he used to be a coach for my team, IIRC when he was just getting out of college. He got together with a girl on the team. It was a whole big thing, he got fired and everyone was very upset, except for the girl’s parents who didn’t think it was that big a deal (I’m thinking like, 17 and 22. That realm). I don’t have much opinion on that. I know they’re married and have kids. I see him around town sometimes. He brings one of his kids to watch roller derby and my sister does that.

I was very dorky and weird in hs. I had this misguided notion that since this teacher had hooked up with a younger girl at one point (btw I did know he was still with her, maybe engaged, at this time), that maybe I had a chance with him. I stalked him and found all kinds of reasons to hang out late after class and was overall very cringey.

I found out he lived right by school so I would also stop by his house, often with my high school BFF who also had a crush on him, albeit less intense I think. He one time did invite us in, and showed us the “all your base are belong to us” video on YouTube.

At some point, I said something mean to him in class and then we had a 1:1 meeting to discuss it and he said I had hurt his feelings - somehow then we ended up discussing the fact that my dad was in the hospital with some then-mysterious issue that was causing his respiratory system to shut down…I was all messed up from it and acting out. I think the teacher also had something going on with his dad, maybe he had recently died. He quoted some Dar Williams lyrics to me? (More cringe - although I did, and still do, love her, it’s just not a normal thing for a teacher to do!) This made me feel like we were bonding and had some kind of connection.

I definitely don’t think he was ever attracted to me, and nothing happened. However, with the benefit of age I’m now like “wtf was he doing having us come in to his house, and having that emo talk with me?” It definitely did not help matters re: my crush. I remember being on winter break and visiting family in Washington not long after, and just feeling this LONGING for him. I was miserable. Ugh.

Anyway. As to my story - I did this cool writing exercise that was called “shape shifting the autobiographical.” It was a multi step thing where you start with an anecdote about something interesting that happened to you. I picked a time when bff and I got pirate costumes and drove to his house and talked to him like pirates (yes…) and it was very dumb but also very funny to us and fun to reminisce about. We got the idea because the pirates of the carribean movie had just come out, and the ad campaign included these banner ads online that just said “PIRATES!” And we thought that was so weird and funny.

For the next step of the exercise, you retell it from a different POV. I picked his wife. Then you change the time period, so I moved it to present day. Then you write it in a whole other style, like a letter or something - I chose a r/AITA post in which she wonders whether she’s the asshole for being upset with how her husband is handling these students with a crush - with lots of edits and updates as the stalking and her distress escalate (at this point, it veered into fiction, I think she was maybe annoyed by us but not distressed, and I wrote the stalking much worse than in real life). Then you change the genre so I tried to make it more like horror.

Anyway, I think I was trying to get at this idea of a woman who got together with her husband in a dubious age gap/power differential situation, but doesn’t think much about it, until she sees him maybe almost crossing lines with girls who are the same age as she was when it happened, and she sees how much they are just children, and she was a child too, and that realization is the horror in the story. I doubt the real life wife actually feels that way (I mean, I’d have no idea obv), but it was an interesting idea to play with. I also really liked the AITA form cause so many of those letters take the tone of “my male partner is basically a monster…is it possible that it is in fact my fault?” and that’s a fun thing to play with too.

I’m realizing now that I didn’t quite get deep enough into that theme (ahem, why that editor I sent it to said it seemed surface level). And it’s kind of a bummer* but also good to see it done much better (and pushed much further/an actual Wrong relationship is part of it) in this book.

*bummer as in, it always kind of sucks to read something you wish you could write. But is also inspiring and interesting.

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nelly. nelly please.... im begging you...... for fathers day headcanons at casita in the lmfe universe 🥺🙏

YAAAAAAASSSSSS I’ve been dying to write this scenario! This will mostly be Bruno-centric, but please enjoy!

The events of this one-shot will be canon to the LMFE Universe.

Ruana: a Father’s Day Special

Bruno was sulking.

He sat by the counter while you and Julieta hustled about in the kitchen; taking plates from your hands as she scrubbed them clean of leftover cake, handing them to the awaiting boards of Casita to dry, and finally putting them up on the cupboard in a neat pile. You raised an eyebrow at Bruno’s disposition

“Oye, tonto. What’s the matter? You were so jolly during Agustín’s party earlier,” You carried a large pot near your husband’s feet and dusted your hands off. Your nose scrunched as he let out a long sigh. “...you can help us out, you know.”

“I know, I know. Sorry, amor,” he leaned forward and rested his head on his folded arms, burying his nose on the cloth of his sleeves as he picked at the loose ends of the fabric. “You don’t have to worry, I promise.”

You dried your hands on your skirt and ran a hand through Bruno’s locks. “Is this about the triplets?”

“N-no! Not at all, really!” He sat up abruptly and waved his hands in front of him. He knocked on the wood three times and mumbled to himself whilst his fingers weaved together; a sign that he was nervous.

“You and I both know that you can’t lie to me,” you hoisted him up his feet, straightened the collar of his ruana, and hoisted the pot over and put it in his hands. He let out a silent oomph as the weight buckled him down, but he managed to regain his composure and scrunched his nose at you. You smiled cheekly and pinched his cheek. “I’ve known you since we were babies. Plus, I’m your wife. I know when something’s bothering you.”

From behind you, Julieta rolled her eyes playfully and made a face. “Ay, not in my kitchen please. Go do your cheesy business elsewhere.”

“We didn’t complain when you and Agustín were all touchy-grabby in the middle of the celebration, didn’t we?” You stuck your tongue towards Julieta and pushed Bruno beside his sister. He stumbled on his own footing—he always did walk on two left feet—and balanced himself before he could hit the counter. Luckily, Casita was there just in time to catch him before he fell. You scratched your cheek and muttered out a quick apology.

“Oh hush. You can’t complain when it’s his birthday.”

“But still. You’re gross.”

“I have seen you and Bruno behind the garden and being frisky with each other. Do not tempt me to tell Felix.”

“You saw that—! You know what, of course you did.”

“What else did you expect?" Julieta laughed and took the pot from Bruno’s hands with ease. “Now that’s done, go and meet with Felix and Agustín in the courtyard. You’ll be cleaning the mess this morning.”

“Even Agustín?” Bruno asked with a cringe. Julieta shrugged and waved him off.

“Yes, including Agustín. Just because he’s the birthday boy doesn’t mean he’s exempted from his chores. And have some bonding time with your hermanos while you’re at it.” Just as Julieta dismissed Bruno to do his chores for the day, Casita moved its floorboards and handed Bruno a broom. Your husband sighed and picked up the broom with a disheartened look on his face.

Before he can go to the courtyard, you reach out to grab his shoulder and give him a big kiss on the cheek. He was stunned at first, but eventually his frown turned into a dorky smile. You giggled. “The triplets remember, amor. Just give them time. They would never miss Father’s Day for the world.”

“...was I really that obvious?” He played with the broom in his hand. You cooed at your husband and caressed his cheek.

“I could read you like an open book. Now quit sulking and get to work.”

“Yes ma’am.” He grinned slyly and stole a kiss from your lips. You had to resist the urge to punch him on the arm as your cheeks warmed up.

When you were sure that Bruno was out of earshot and had preoccupied himself with talking with your brother-in-laws, you turned to Julieta and gave her a thumbs up. She returned the gesture and washed off the suds from her hands and opened the cupboards to take out special plates just for today. You cupped your hands over your mouth and let out a tiny whisper.

“Dolores, it’s almost time. The boys are in position.”

⧗

“Let me guess, you too, huh?” Agustín laughed as soon as Bruno stepped into the courtyard. He chuckled and waved at them, slightly raising his brow at the amount of bee stings on Agustín’s face.

“Are you—are you okay?” He asked. Agustín blinked and chuckled before fishing out an arepa from his pocket and plopping it in his mouth. The stings immediately subsided as he shrugged.

“The bees were just greeting me with a happy birthday, no big deal.”

“It is a big deal bro,” Felix chimed in, a bucket full of water and a mop at his sides. “They’ve been chasing you since your party. You were lucky Javi and Nacito used their gifts to drive them away.”

“They have some pretty great teamwork, those two,” Agustín picked up a charred flower from the ground and grimaced. “Ignacio does need some bit of control over his fire breath, though.”

“I agree,” Bruno started to sweep up more charred flowers from the floor. “But I’m still so proud of them nonetheless. He managed to control his breath even if he’s still six years old! I mean, how cool is that, right? And mi Javier is such a smart boy—talented with his gift too! Who knew he could come up with a plan to get those bees away from you so quickly. And mi Angelita—oh! Isn’t she just the sweetest little angel that you could ever meet—”

“Hermano, you’re doing that thing again.” Felix laughed boisterously while wringing the mop dry. Bruno blinked and felt his face warm, his hand instinctively grabbing the sides of his hood in embarrassment. Despite this, he still had a proud smile on his face.

“Heh. Sorry. I just get so carried away.”

“No need to apologize,” Agustín draped an arm around Bruno’s shoulders and gave him a reassuring pat. “I do the same with my daughters too. It’s hard not to become a proud dad when your children are so talented.”

“And gifted, too,” Felix laughed. “Literally.”

“Speaking of proud dad,” Agustín immediately deflated as he said that. He removed his arms from Bruno’s shoulders as he trudged his way towards a chair that Casita graciously slid towards him. “No one greeted me a Happy Father’s Day today, not even Julieta! I know it’s technically my birthday and we already had our celebrations, but it’s odd that even Mirabel forgot to greet me.”

Bruno perked up and nodded in agreement. “Y-yeah! Even the triplets didn’t greet me! They’re usually very very active when there’s an occasion and I found it incredibly odd.”

Felix shrugged and continued to mop the flower stains from the floor. “Not me. Camilo gave me a card this morning. Although Dolores did look a bit upset at the now that I recall…”

The men looked at each other weirdly; as if a silent solidarity was passed between the three. Their work momentarily stopped as they thinked at the timely coincidences.

“...has anyone seen any of the kids after the party?” Felix and Bruno shook their heads.

Suddenly, three chairs were dragged across the tiles and forced the men to sit as they were dragged seated against their will. They all screamed and held on to the sides of their respective seats as Casita practically kidnapped them from where they stood. They all ascended up the second floor and abruptly stopped in front of Ignacio’s room.

“Wh-what’s going on? What’s happening?!” Bruno yelped and held on for dear life. “Casita?!”

The three of them found their eyes covered with a soft cloth from out of nowhere. But Bruno could tell that it was controlled by Javier’s masterful handling of his gift from the green glow that coated the items and the golden specks that were left in their wake. Bruno didn’t have the time to pry the blindfolds away from his face when Casita had started to drag their chairs again, but this time, they had a vague idea of their destination.

Cool air met their skin as they were taken against their wills. They heard the chirps of crickets in the distance, as well as the soft lull of water and grass. They smelled the calming scent of campfires and the delicious aroma of freshly cooked food that can only be made by none other than Julieta. Agustín would know—he had spent most of his time in the kitchen with his wife to help out with the cooking.

When Casita had stopped them, and the blindfolds now untied and floated away from their eyes, the three men gasped at the sight that laid before them.

The first thing they saw was a giant banner splattered messily with paint of varying colors with the words Feliz Día del Padre! written on the top. The eternal night that made up Ignacio’s room was lit up with more torches than they could count. In front of them laid a table that was skirted with intricate foldings that could only be the handiwork of Alma. She always had a way of table skirting, and this one was more intricate than the one that they had seen in Agustín’s table during his birthday celebration early this morning. There were custom plates for each of them, all drawn with unique designs with their names inscribed on the sides. And finally, standing before them were their families. They all had a grin on their faces as the men gawked at them in a mixture of shock, wonder, and adoration.

“Feliz Día del Padre!”

Garlands of flowers of each man's color were draped on their necks as soon as the celebrations started. They danced and partied the second time that day, now with more enthusiasm to their steps as they swayed to the beat of Agustín’s masterful playing of the piano. Isabela grew flowers left and right, all in the colors of her papa’s clothes to celebrate this wonderful day. Even Alma had joined in the dancing and helped little Mirabel with her steps. Slowly but surely.

In the middle of it all, the triplets ran to their father’s side and hugged his legs tightly, Chica the lamb trotting close by with an occasional bleat. Floating above them was a big green box tied with a pretty white bow. There were doodles on the side of wings, fire, and sparkles—a tell-tale sign of his darling children’s handiwork—and a card on the top with messy writings of his name. But Bruno knew from the heart that it was Angelina’s handwriting.

“Papa! Happy Father's Day!” They all squealed. Bruno was nearly sent to tears when he ducked down to scoop everyone in a tight embrace. You watched from the side with a heartfelt smile as Bruno gave all his children a kiss to the forehead, laughing out loud when Ignacio refused to accept any of Bruno’s infamous beard smooches.

“Did you rascals prepare all this?” He asked. They all nodded with glee.

“Yep! It was nuestro prima Dolores who thought of everything!” Javier answered with an adorable smile. You cooed at how similar he looked like his father when they were together.

“And I helped with the banner!” Angelina smugly grinned. Ignacio stuck his tongue out to Angi.

“You spilled paint all over the banner.”

“It was better that way! I wanted it to be more colorful!”

“Baa!”

“See? Even Chica agrees with me.”

“Angi, Nacio, no fighting.”

“Sorry Javi.”

You giggled and ruffled your menace children’s little heads and nodded your head to your husband who was clearly eyeing the present floating above them. “Didn’t you all have something to give to your papa?”

With a cheer, they all fished the present above them and hurriedly presented it to Bruno with wide grins. You had to hold a laugh when Angelina tried to cover up the missing tooth from her mouth. Bruno accepted the gift with teary eyes and gave all the kids a kiss to the forehead. This time, Ignacio accepted it begrudgingly.

When Bruno opened his gift, the man felt roguish tears escape his eyes.

There, folded neatly inside, was a ruana. Although similar in design with his current one, there were messy embroideries sewn to the sides depicting bright stitches of orange and red fire, a blue wing with a cloud at the side, and an hourglass and a yellow sparkle. They were all clearly the work of his darling children, and he couldn’t be more proud.

“Did you—did you make this?” Bruno asked while wiping his tears. The triplets grinned and nodded, all pointing out the various designs that they had sewn meticulously to the sides. They were loose, some ready to untangle by the seams, but Bruno could only see the most beautiful artwork he had ever seen.

“Mhm! And mami helped us too!”

“She did?” Bruno looked up at you with what you could only describe as utter adoration. Smitten, to be precise. You giggled and shrugged.

“They wanted to make you something instead of buying anything, so they helped me make a ruana for you,” you went forward and knelt with Bruno to be on eye level with your children. You held Bruno’s hand and gave him a warm smile. “Now look at the inside.”

When Bruno flipped the ruana, he found the neat embroidery of his wife near the seams of the fabric forming a single sentence; No scorching sun nor freezing cold will stop us on our journey. To promise and to laugh, to love for eternity.

Overrun with emotions, Bruno leaned in to bring you in a deep kiss. He didn’t care about how his brother-in-laws snickered and followed suit with their wives nor the fake gagging noises his children were making beside him. All he could care about was satiating the itch that came with showering you with his love.

When you parted, Bruno immediately scooped the children up in a tight embrace and kissed their cheeks with more fervor than before. They all whined and tried to escape, but it was no use; they were trapped in the arms of their father’s love.

Bruno spent the whole day wearing his new ruana proudly.

⧗

Bruno blinked his bleary eyes open. The dust that flew as he slowly rose to stand tickled his nose unpleasantly. He trudged his way forth to his lonely, beaten up table and sat in front of his drawn plate while grabbing the utensils laid beside it. He quietly listened as the familia sang songs in the courtyard, away from the dining hall from where he sat. He could vaguely hear the sound of his darling son playing the tiple and Angelina’s boisterous giggles as she sang, probably dancing in the air like she always does when there were songs. He sighed and fished an arepa out of his pocket, put it on the center of the drawn plate, and hummed along the jolly tunes from the courtyard.

“Ah, I almost forgot,” he stood up and stretched, removing his ruana and draping it up his lonely chair. He carefully brought out a big green box with children’s doodles at the side, now albeit faded from age, and gently brought out the ruana the triplets gave him years before. His movements were delicate, almost meticulous, as he dusted the fabric. He had to shoo away the rats that seemed to take an interest in the box and put it back on the highest shelf where they couldn’t get to it. He was careful not to break any of the stitches that the children had sown in just for him.

He sat in front of his table again, but this time, he had a grin on his face. He swayed his head to the tune of Ignacio’s tiple and ate his arepas with a hum.

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