#'... DAAAAAAD? We have a problem...'

[caenith]

It's always been so funny to me that the Council of Elrond is literally just a meeting of people who have showed up in Rivendell with different problems and just happened to do so at more or less the same time. They didn't gather there to discuss the Ring, the future of the Middle Earth or the rise of Sauron.

Nope. Each of them have faced An Issue and decided to ask Elrond for help.

Poor Elrond. He managed to avoid the kingship, but not becoming a parent figure for almost everyone in the Middle Earth.

#tolkien #lotr #lotr newsletter #'shit guys we fucked up Gollum has escaped - what now?' #'... let's ask Elrond' #'... DAAAAAAD? We have a problem...' #I understand the Lack of Screentime but it's so sad that the movies didn't include that #Elrond my love my sweet boy my perfect father figure to absolutely anyone <3 #Ofc the issues that they're all facing are related to the Main Problem - Sauron and his search for the Ring - but still

[no6secretsanta]

The Painting of Mao

A/N: For @glorifiedscapegoat from @a-still-small-vox.

[Ao3 link] (now live!)

This AU popped into my head when I was doing the matches, and I was like, ‘Who likes AUs? Ah, I know. Mira!’ so I assigned myself to be your gifter. I understood your request to mean “if you write angst, give it a happy ending”, not “please write me angst with a happy ending and not something else”. I hope I interpreted that correctly, because this story is not very angsty. It does, however, have a happy ending. I really hope you enjoy it, and happy holidays!

P.S. The name of Shion’s town in this story, Maceria, means “wall”.

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Shion sat before his easel, frowning as he idly scraped his palette knife back and forth against the edge of his palette. The said palette was a riot of colour, adorned with daubs of all the rainbow colours and splashes of all the unnameable colours in between. Blues and greys predominated, however, giving the impression that Shion might be painting a mystical ocean, perhaps under a sunset or struck by a fiery storm.

Shion’s smock was similarly adorned with flecks of colour, which he hadn’t even noticed before. This particular painting tended to cast a hypnotic spell on him, blotting out great chunks of time and holding his focus against all the needs of his body. Hunger, thirst, and exhaustion were no problem when in front of this canvas.

The trouble was, Shion didn’t actually know what he was painting. It wasn’t that he had no plan. Most, if not all of his artworks, were carefully planned beforehand. Clients had certain expectations after all. Shion specialised in portraits, and because paintings were expensive, they were usually portraits for the wealthy, so they had to be done right. So maybe this painting was a portrait? Shion didn’t know.

He didn’t know because his brain simply could not comprehend what he put down on the canvas every time he sat down before it. He could see shapes and colours, but when he tried to focus on them, they went fractal, kaleidoscopic.

The only thing he did know was that the painting compelled him. Every time he thought of discarding it, he got a feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach. It was irrational to feel like painting over, discarding, or donating a canvas for re-use was a crime akin to murder. And yet.

There was a knock on the doorframe behind Shion, and he turned his head to see his father standing there.

“Still working on that enchanted canvas, son?” he said.

“Dad…” Shion groaned, setting down his palette and palette knife on the table beside him. The canvas probably was enchanted or magical in nature. But he felt like his dad didn’t take that possibility seriously, and was just saying that to tease him.

“Still haven’t figured out how we can turn a profit on that thing. Maybe if it turns out to contain a long-lost prophecy or ancient hero. Then it’d be worth a pretty penny,” Shion’s dad continued.

“Daaaaaad…” Shion groaned again. “You never change.”

Shion’s dad laughed and winked. “Nope. And that’s why we’re the most profitable studio in Maceria.”

Although Shion’s mother had been born into a wealthy merchant family, she had chosen to marry a young woodworker instead of a person with an equal social standing to her own. Fortunately, her parents had given her enough money for Shion’s father to apprentice to a woodworking studio, where he learnt to make decorative frames and canvas stretchers, among other things. He had then encouraged his young son, Shion, to apprentice to a master painter so that they could establish their family business, where both painting and framing was done in-house. It wasn’t the first career that Shion would have chosen for himself, but he liked the intellectual aspect of it, the meticulous attention to detail, the analysis of the painting subject, the puzzle over which techniques to use to create the impression that he wanted the viewer of the painting to have. And he liked working with his father as well, for all the mischief he caused.

Shion rolled his eyes at his dad, who looked not the least bit discouraged.

“I’m done for the night. I’m heading up to see your mother and to have some of that leftover apple crumble she baked. Better hurry up or I’ll have the whole thing.”

Glancing back at the canvas, Shion felt a tug in his gut. He found his hand closing one of his paintbrushes before he even realised he’d moved. “I think I’m going to stay here for a while. Please don’t eat all of the apple crumble.”

“Don’t bet on it,” Shion’s dad said, although Shion suspected that his dad would save him some anyway. Shion’s dad turned towards the stairs that led to their apartment over the studio, and then paused. “Son… be careful with that thing.” He gave Shion a heavy look.

“It’s not evil…” Shion began, glancing at the painting out of the corner of his eye. “He – um, it is just… nervous. I think.”

“Well, it’s probably not evil because it hasn’t consumed you,” his dad said. “But that doesn’t mean it’s not dangerous. I think it’s probably fine, but you know how your mother worries.”

It’s enchanted, not cursed, was on the tip of Shion’s tongue. Instead, he just sighed.

“It’s fine, Dad. Go have your dessert.”

After lingering for a moment longer, Shion’s dad shrugged and then disappeared from the doorway. Shion heard the thuds of his footfalls on the stairs, until the door at the top of the stairs creaked open and then shut, and there was silence.

Shion closed his eyes. He took a deep, fortifying breath. Then, he turned back to the canvas with the paintbrush and palette in his hands.

“I’ve done everything I can to help you,” Shion muttered to the painting. “What do you want from me?”

The canvas with its mystifying swirl of colours failed to respond. But Shion noticed, for perhaps the first time, that the central form of the painting seemed to be very much akin to the shape of a human face.

So it is a portrait, then.

Shion resisted the urge to brush his fingers over the still-wet paint to feel the shape of it, as if by touch alone he could determine what colours were really underneath his fingers, and if the face that they might form was a kind one or a cruel one. He had a feeling that the person who was perhaps represented here was just as mysterious as the painting he – um, they were depicted in.

Before he had really anticipated it, Shion was gathering paint from his palette once more. His hand moved toward the canvas, and he fell into a soft oblivion.

Some time later, Shion let his aching arm drop with a sigh. He looked out the window, expecting to see a thick black swathe of night. But to his total shock, he saw a blush of pink on the horizon. It was the morning of the next day. Shion had painted all through the night, something that had never happened before.

It wasn’t just his arm that ached, but his whole body. His head throbbed. But when he looked at the table beside him, he saw a half-full glass of clean water and a plate with what looked suspiciously like crumble crumbs on it. Apparently, he’d gotten up to get food and water at some point, and hadn’t even known it. That had never happened before either.

Shion felt a pit in his stomach. Was I wrong about the portrait? Is it evil after all?

He couldn’t help but turn towards the portrait, to try and re-centre his understanding of it. When his eyes met the gleaming, river-grey eyes on the canvas, the room... stopped.

It was like being held in the centre of a crystal. Cocooned against the outside world in glass and in silence. All was still, the dust motes hanging in the air and the breeze that had ruffled the branches outside instantly pausing. Shion was caught between two breaths, suspended.

And he could see, really see, for the very first time, what he had painted.

As he had suspected, a portrait. A man with grey eyes, at once dark and yet silvered with light. Shion had never seen eyes like that before, though somehow he had painted them – or the man had compelled him to paint them that way. He had pale, delicate skin with long, blue-grey hair tied up in a curious ponytail knot behind his head, its soft strands charmingly framing his face. Another colour Shion had never seen.

Behind the man was a verdant forest. But the sky was not blue, but grey with smoke that rose from the trees in plumes. Here and there Shion caught glimpses of the red and orange of fire. Seeing it made his stomach turn, for reasons he didn’t understand.

“You’re beautiful,” Shion couldn’t help but softly say to the man in the portrait. “And mysterious…” he sighed, running a hand through his already-messy brown hair. “I wish I knew your name.”

The man’s grey eyes seemed to gleam.

There was a word on the tip of Shion’s tongue.

“Hmmm,” Shion hummed. Yes. It came to him all in a rush, then – “Nezumi.”

The man’s dark eyelashes fluttered.

“Hello, O Mighty Painter,” said Nezumi. Shion could hear the playful irreverence in his voice. Like Nezumi’s face, his voice was mysterious and beautiful. His words were formed more like a song than like speech.

“My name is Shion. And you’re amazing,” Shion breathed.

“No vocabulary, and no sense of self preservation. You should be worried that I’ve been stealing your will.”

Shion shook his head. “No you haven’t.” It was true. Although Shion had felt uneasy about being compelled, he’d never felt that he wanted to stop working on the painting, that he couldn’t get free. He’d known he was under a spell, but he’d been okay with that.

Nezumi raised an eyebrow, and Shion caught his breath as he noticed the elegance of the simple movement.

“Who are you – really?” Shion said.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Nezumi said, but then relented. “Fine. I owe you that much.”

Shion looked into Nezumi’s grey eyes, and he began to speak.

“I am a nymph, a forest spirit, bound to a tree in the Mao forest. My tribe lived there in peace until a fire was started by greedy humans who wanted the land for their cattle. We all hid our spirits away in our trees, knowing that our magic and their strength together would make them resilient against the fire.

“Most of us survived, but our trees grew sick and weak when their leaves were burned. Some of my tribe and my family were able to escape, but I was too weak to leave my tree. The humans came back and saw an opportunity. They cut down all the trees that had not been turned to ash by the fire, some of them with spirits inside them and some of them without.

“The tree I was in was made into a canvas stretcher. So you see, it isn’t actually the canvas which is ‘enchanted’, but the stretcher. And it’s not enchanted, but inhabited.”

Nezumi smiled a dangerous smile, his white teeth gleaming. “And that is how I came to be in your painting, human.”

Shion didn’t reply, but simply stared.

“Well?” Nezumi said. “Are you an idiot? Speak.” The sting in the words was lessened by the slight tinge of worry in his voice.

Shion blinked. Then, he was wiping his eyes with his sleeve, heedless of the thin purple paint streaks he was leaving across his cheeks and nose.

“That’s horrible!” he burst out. “Didn’t those humans know that you lived in that forest?”

Nezumi looked taken aback, but then shrugged. “It’s not like they would have cared.”

“They’re worse than scum!” Shion burst out, still watery. “I’m sorry that happened to you, Nezumi. It was a travesty! But –” And here he was struck with a thought, “Now that I’ve painted you, can you come out of the stretcher? Can you go find your family?”

There was a pause, where Nezumi looked Shion straight in the eyes. “With the grace of the one who painted me, I can.”

“Me?” Shion said. “Of course I’ll help you, Nezumi. But what do you need me for?”

“You are the only one who really sees me. You are the only one who can speak me into reality once more. But beware, Shion. If you don’t truly know me, I may not turn out to be the person I’m supposed to be.”

Shion drew back, pondering the weight of Nezumi’s words. “You mean… if I just expect anyone to appear, it won’t work? Or… if I imagine you wrong, you’ll turn out wrong?”

Nezumi only shrugged enigmatically.

Narrowing his eyes, Shion tapped one finger against his lips. How could he know Nezumi, when he’d met him just tonight? Shion wanted to help him get out of the painting as fast as possible, but what if he needed more time to get to know him?

But now was the singular moment. Somehow he knew that this crystal moment was perhaps the only chance he’d get to speak Nezumi back to his rightful existence.

It’s now or never.

“Alright,” Shion said, talking aloud. “I’ll do it. Just… stay still.”

Nezumi rolled his eyes. “Shion, I’m a painting.”

“No, you’re a canvas stretcher. Be quiet.”

But Nezumi kept chuckling as Shion closed his eyes and tried to think.

What did he know about Nezumi from all those days he’d sat before this canvas with a palette in his hand, drawn to complete it without really knowing why?

It came to him, from the depths of his mind. He did know who Nezumi was. Someone who was sarcastic and prickly, distant, and yes – hurt. But at the same time, someone with a quick intelligence and humour, interesting and clever. And beneath his cool exterior, there was someone who was warm, who cared.

Nezumi could have driven Shion to complete the painting at a back-breaking pace, and Shion would have told himself it was the fire of inspiration, and let him. And yet, Nezumi hadn’t taken advantage of him. In fact, he’d sent Shion packing off to bed more than once when Shion had wanted to keep working, to hasten the uncovering of the mystery. Looking into the depths of Nezumi only reinforced what Shion already knew.

This painting is not evil, it is not cursed. It is good. And Nezumi is my friend.

“Alright,” Shion said, opening his eyes and giving a sharp nod. “I’m ready.”

Nezumi let out a breath. Although it was subtle, Shion thought he could see the muscles around his eyes tighten.

“Then hold me in your mind, and reach out for my hand.”

Shion closed his eyes, and held thoughts of Nezumi behind them like water held in cupped hands. He reached forward, farther and farther than he should have been able to with a canvas and easel in front of him. Then his fingers brushed warm skin. Nezumi’s hand tightened around Shion’s, and Shion pulled.

The world turned upside down. There was a clattering sound as wood hit tile. Shion opened his eyes, and there was a man standing in front of him, head and body and arms and legs and all, taller than Shion and still clutching his hand.

Nezumi.

“You’re here,” Shion breathed, and then a bell rang, and then the crystal silence shattered.

The world turned right again. Shion and Nezumi were standing in Shion’s studio, the easel and canvas lying on the floor behind Nezumi. Behind him, the sunrise had reached the top of the sky, burnishing the room with warm morning colours.

“You’re here!” Shion said again, delight suffusing his voice. He dropped Nezumi’s hand and threw his arms around him.

“Oof,” Nezumi huffed out. “Is this how you treat every stranger you meet?”

And yet his arms came up to enfold Shion’s body, and gripped tight and warm and real. And Nezumi pressed a kiss to Shion’s brown hair.

#no. 6 #no.6 #no 6 #no6 #nezumi #shion #nezushi #the painting of mao #glorifiedscapegoat #a-still-small-vox #a still small vox #voxiferous #vox

[plaidbooks]

So, my winter campfire day (complete with hotdogs, s'mores and authentic snow cones with orange crush soda) made me think of Woodsman!Sonny and how he'd totally plan a day like that (especially if he had little ones to make it even more special) 😍

Dunno of you have more planned for that series....but maybe this could be some potential inspo 😉

(I have too much planned for the series--that's my problem 😅)

Ginny - 9

Nicky - 7

Michael - 4

Rosie - 2

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Sonny brings things for two fires--one is for food and smores, and the second is the dedicated hot chocolate fire; a large pot on top of a grill, staying warm.

The kids are bundled up, and you make sure they don't pull anything off, especially Rosie. Ginny brought two sleds--one small one (that was a single-seater) and one that could fit all the kids at once. It was a large, circular, orange sled made of plastic that you had forever.

"Do not take Rosie on that," Sonny warns the other three, "she's too small. Rosie only rides with me or your ma."

If she was older, you knew she'd be annoyed. But as it was, Rosie was just happy waddling around and touching the snow. Now, the struggle was to stop her from eating it.

"Daaaaaad! Come down the hill with us! It's fun!" Nicky calls. Sonny glances at you, and you smile.

"I got the fire and Rosie--go sledding so I can watch you crash," you say, and he grins wide.

He races with the kids to the top of the little hill. Ginny has the smaller sled, and Sonny holds the bigger one as Nicky and Michael clamber in. Ginny's smart enough not to wait, and she glides gracefully down the hill, her laughter loud as she goes.

Sonny not-so-gracefully gets in the sled behind his sons. You quickly pull out your phone with one hand, Rosie's hand in your other. You get the video app open just in time to capture the boys careen down the hill and crash against a snowbank, limbs flailing.

You quickly stow your phone, lift Rosie, and hurry over to make sure there's no injuries. Nicky and Michael are laughing, picking themselves out of the snow. The sled was upside down on top of Sonny, so only his legs were sticking out. Even so, you could hear his laughter echoing inside the little dome.

You lift it off him and find him flat on his back, the widest grin on his face.

"Did you have fun?" you ask, chuckling at him.

"A blast," he replies. Seconds later, his face is covered in white. You glance up to find Nicky and Michael, arms open--presumably after they dropped a load of snow on their dad.

"Ginny made us do it!" they yell in tandem before running away.

Ginny, who had a mug in her hand and was scooping hot chocolate into it from the pot, looks over at the sound of her name. "Whatever they said, they're lying!"

You laugh as Sonny gets to his feet, brushing snow off his face. "Okay, I'm goin' back ta cookin' if ya wanted ta take Rosie down a smaller hill," he says. He leans down to kiss you, his lips cold, and he mutters, "we attack the boys when they least suspect it."

Your laughter grows, and you kiss him again before going to grab the small sled.

#sonny carisi x reader #ficlet #my writing #woodsman!sonny #woodsy!sonny #cabin life au

[salty-sith-bitch]

i thought of one more (sorry for spamming you): they've crashed and mandad is fixing the ship, but daughter is bored and sulking bc she thinks the crash is her fault. he finally suggests that she tells a story or sings him something as a way to distract her, so she sings a song from her childhood.

Laar (Song)

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

Words: 1270

Song: “The Willow Maid”

Reader:G/N

"Okay, so now you're gonna gently let off the throttle as you pull back on the yoke…"

Din stood behind you as you sat in the pilot's chair or the Razor Crest, his voice calm and encouraging. He had spent all day teaching you how to take off and land in the Crest, but despite the fact, your hands still shook as you tried to land again. Taking off had become naturally and when you successfully did it on your first try your adoptive father ruffled your hair while he cheered. Trying to land was a different story.

Crashing the ship was your biggest concern right next to scratching it. It hadn't even been a week since Din had it repaired in Nevaro and you felt the pressure of doing perfect lending. You could sense Din standing behind you stiffly as if his breathing may cause you to concentrate and crash the ship. That seemed to be your thought process as well. Your chest ached and was screaming to let go of the air it was holding and you were starting to lose feeling in your fingers from gripping the yoke so hard.

Slowly exhaling you almost had the ship on the ground when you felt Din lean toward to look at the controls; putting a hand on your shoulder and accidentally startling you. Squealing, your hands slipped from the controls causing the ship to drop the short distance to the ground. With a heavy thud, you were nearly launched from your seat as the ship shook and protested eventually hitting the sandy dunes below.

Thankfully your father had chosen the sand dunes of Tatooine for your lessons to help soften the blow of any destruction they may have come to his beloved ship. However, that didn't stop it from seeing you all into darkness and cunning to a stuttering halt.

"Dank Farrik!" Slapping the back of the passenger seat Din finally let out the air he had been holding.

Flinching at his reaction you hung your head, eyes squeezed shut.

This was the last thing you wanted - to displease your father and ruin the ship.

Sighing heavily Din came and kneeled down beside the pilot seat, swiveling the chair so you would face him.

"You did good Ad'ika. I'm not upset. Your learning. This isn't the fault." Standing, Din hit the emergency button on the cockpit doors and descended the latter.

Head still low you rested your elbows on your knees and rubbed your temples.

Well shit, you thought. At least the child didn't wake.

Not even a moment later you heard piercing squeals coming from the hull.

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Relief washed over as you sighed and put the child back into his pram. The rough landing had startled him causing him to wake from his slumber. Getting him back to sleep was easier than you thought it was going to be - thank the maker. Biting your lip you started to wander around the ship in search of Din to apologize.

Din hadn’t seemed angry or frustrated with you but you still couldn’t but help the heavy feeling of guilt that sat in the pit of your stomach. Your adoptive father was only trying to help and teach you basic surviving skills for if something were to ever happen to him or you decided to separate from the clan and go your own way. That, you decided, wasn’t going to happen for a while. The idea of separating from this little family you had made terrified you, causing the weight in your stomach to only enlargen.

Stopping to take a deep breath and shut your eyes to clear your head of any intrusive thoughts you heard a curse come from the far side of the hull. Cautiously walking over you found Din elbow deep in the wall of the ship; one of the panels torn off and put aside.

“Do you need help,” you asked meekly. If it wasn’t for the fact he was still wearing his helmet you don’t think he would have picked up your whisper.

Letting his shoulders fall in defeat Din turned and looked at you.

“No. I think I’ve got it. One of the wires is just a bit fried. I’ve got some spares, it will just take me a bit to get this one out and the other in without causing any more circulatory problems.

You frowned. A scratch or dent to the ship definitely would have been an easy problem to take care of - most cosmetic issues were. A wiring problem though? That was a bigger issue.

“Dad, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to crash the ship. We just got it fixed and you’re just trying to help me learn. I’m so sorry. I’ll do all the cooking for the next month and ill wash your armor every day and bathe the kid-”

“Ad’ika,” His voice was stern. “Luubid (Enough). It’s not your fault. This is all just part of learning. I knew something was gonna happen. The ship is just old and probably starting to head on her way out.”

Your face fell even more as you slid down the wall next to him and buried your face in your hands.

“Do you think I magically knew how to fly a ship?”

Head still buried you shook it in response.

“I actually crashed a ship when I was a foundling. Like fully crashed it and knocked it out of commission.”

Wide-eyed, you turned your head to look mat, Din.

Chuckling, Din removed his helmet and gently set it on the ground to look at you.

“It’s true.”

You perked up a little as you watched your father smile. “Were you in trouble?”

“No. I did have to do more chores though. Cooking meals for a month and cleaning armor every day.” Din’s grin grew bigger and he gave a teaching laugh.

“Daaaaaad,” you groaned. “That’s not funny! I feel so bad.”

“I know you do kid but you don’t need to. And once the ships ready you’ll just have to try again.”

Grumbling you let your chin drop back into your hands. “I don’t want to. I’m scared of hurting the ship even worse and you being angry.”

Reaching over gave you a playful shove. “Me? Mad at you? Never.”

Rolling your eyes you started to shuffle and get up but Din’s reassuring voice stopped you.

“When it comes to learning Ad’ika I could never be angry at you as long as you listen and try your best. I know this isn’t the world you thought you were going to be a part of and I understand that. We can take our lessons slow. No rush.”

Nodding your head you settled back into the ground.

“Now if you don’t mind I gotta go back to fixing this wire. But Ii could use some company and entertainment.”

Smiling you leaned back against the wall. “You want a story or son?”

“What about that one song you sing with a tree? The willow tree I think?”

Giggling you nodded your head and took a deep breath. The song was one of your favorites. It brought memories of your past life, laying in bed as your birth mother sang in her native language to help you fall asleep. You never learned to sing it like her but she had taught you the standard language version and you sang it often even now.

“ A young man walked through the forest With his quiver and hunting bow. He heard a young girl singing and followed the sound below. There he found the maiden Who lives in the willow…”

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[chaoticpete]

Matter of Time - Prologue

Peter Parker x Stark!Reader

Summary: What if you met what might possibly be the greatest guy in your life? Only one problem there’s a bit of of a age gap. But what if something happens that gives you a chance to be with the guy you had a bit of a crush on? Will you take it?

Warnings: Not that I can think of lol

Sitting on the couch watching Adventure Time reruns while eating lucky charms. You hear a small explosive coming from the direction of your dad’s lab but you just keep watching cartoons.

Hearing the door from the lab open and hear two different voices coming out while coughing. “Hi bug, why are you eating? Dinner will be ready soon.” You wave your hand not looking away from the finale of your show. “I was hungry.”

“Hi Y/N.”

Your eyes widen and you slowly turn to look in the direction of the voice, your mouth full of milk and cereal. You made eye contact with Peter Parker.

Okay, so you may have a little tiny crush on Peter. I mean how couldn't you?! He’s gorgeous, generous, a genius...he’s the whole package! Only one problem though.

He’s 16…..you’re 11...oops.

You swallow your food and give him a big smile. “Hi, Peter!” “Oh wow, how come he gets an actual response?” Your dad complains, a mischievous sparkle in his eye. Your dad knew about your crush, actually, everyone did. They always tease you for it and call it cute. You feel the heat rush to your cheeks and you wish you could run away.

“What was the explosion?” You ask about trying to change the subject and also wondering why they're covered in soot. “Oh Pete here wanted to try and make a more powerful web grenade and it was more grenade then web.” Peter nervously looked down at the floor and rubbed his neck. He glanced at the clock and sucked in his breath.

“Oh I have to go! I have a class trip tomorrow so we have to leave early.” “Peter, are you still going to help me with my science project this weekend?” You asked him to give him huge puppy dog eyes.

You didn’t need help.

Everyone knew that, you just liked spending time with Peter. He kneels down to your level and pulls on one of your pigtails playfully, getting you to smile and swat his hand away. “I wouldn’t miss it if the world bubbles.” You wrinkle your nose at the nickname and pull him into a hug. He hugs you back and let’s go. “See you tomorrow bubs!” He says as he and Tony walk outside towards Happy to take Peter back to Queens.

“Yes!”

You punch your arm up the air and go back to your cereal and cartoon. Tony comes back inside. “So, you haven’t needed any help with school since third grade. Why the sudden help for a science project?” You avoid eye contact and keep watching tv.

Tony sits down next to you and pulls you close. “I know how much you like him hun, but he’s a bit too old for you.” “Just by five years dad.” “Five years too many. Besides you’re not allowed to date till you’re 30.” “Daaaaaad.” “Okay maybe I’ll change it, but you’ll find a boy like Peter that is your age one day. I’m sure of it.” He kisses your forehead. “Now we should both go change before Pep comes home and yell at us for getting the couch dirty.”

Little did you know, that would be the last time you and Peter will see each other for a while.

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[skzsauce01]

42nd Moon Epilogue Light Ver.

Warning: alcohol missuse

Chapter List

“Dad? Daaaad.”

“Huh?” Hyunjin groans tiredly as the sunlight worsens his headache tenfold.

His daughter stops jumping on his bed with a frown. She reaches under his bed and finds just what she is expecting: empty bottles.

“Uncle Minho says you need to stop drinking these,” she scolds, holding one of them up.

Hyunjin swipes it from her hand. “Like he’s one to talk. Besides, you’re not allowed to touch these.”

“Daaaaaad,” she whines into his ear, making it feel like it is splitting.

“What do you want?” he groans, lifting her up to give her an airplane ride and to keep her from jumping on his spleen.

“Uncle Minho also said if I annoyed you, you’ll stop drinking those things. Is it working?”

Darn Minho and his negative reinforcement, Hyunjin scowls. Spending time alone with that man is going to have to be on the list of things his daughter is NOT allowed to do from now on.

“What do you really want?” sighs Hyunjin, referring to why she is crushing his ribs at eight in the morning anyway.

“Uncle Jisung is taking me to Jolly Land today, remember? He told me to say goodbye before leaving.” 

As if on cue, Jisung raps his knuckles on Hyunjin’s door frame twice, effectively catching the two Hwang’s attention. “Ready?” he asks.

“I am!” cheers the little one.

“Did you remember the sunscreen?” 

The child’s eyes widen, and she runs out of the room, presumably to fetch sunscreen. Jisung shifts his attention to his friend on the bed.

Hyunjin speaks first. “Jolly Land again?”

“We all have different coping mechanisms.”

“Yours is a lot healthier than mine,” the brown wolf laughs dryly.

Jisung walks over and places the empty glasses bottles into a box for later recycling. “You know you should really stop right? It’s not a good influence on her.”

“Don’t worry. I only drink when I’m alone.”

“And there’s your problem.”

“What? You’ll join me next time?”

“Only if you don’t go overboard.”

Hyunjin sighs. “How did you do it, Jisung? I mean, when your soulmate left.”

“Well I wasn’t old enough to touch alcohol yet,” Jisung jokes. “But really, you just learn to live with it.”

“Does it get better?”

Jisung fiddles with his friend’s bracelet, something you had left for the latter in your will, before answering, “Sometimes. Like when you find that special someone again.”

“I’m ready!” a childish voice screams from the hall.

Jisung casts one more look at his melancholy brother. “And I think that someone’s a lot closer than you think.”

At that moment, Hyunjin’s daughter bursts excitedly into the room. Jisung sweeps her into his arms, brings her over to her dad, and dips her forward so that she can give the hungover wolf a peck on the head.

“Bye Dad!”

“Bye Sweetie,” Hyunjin smiles. “Don’t stay out too late; it was a new moon yesterday, so it’s still pretty dark tonight!”

“Don’t worry. We won’t,” chuckles Jisung. 

And then they’re gone.

There aren't too many things that can excite a child as much as beating a high-score in a 3D-shooting ride.

“Uncle Jisung, Uncle Jisung! Guess what?” The child stops when she realizes the older wolf is not listening to her. 

“Did you find something interesting?” she asks with her head tilted to the side.

“Yeah,” Jisung breaths. 

His hand is held shakingly on the sleeve of the other side, pulling it half-way up the arm. On his previously-plain wrist is a ring of golden shapes and patterns. He looks up and sees a young woman looking at her own wrist in confusion.

“Something very interesting.”

“Babe?” he hears a male voice call.

Jisung’s heart drops as the young woman lets her hand fall to her side and focuses her attention on the man who just called her. She smiles at him as she grabs his arm.

“You didn’t wash off the purple lipstick!”

#stray kids #han jisung #werewolf!jisung #hyunjin #skz #werewolf!hyunjin #42nd moon #alternative end #epilogue #light ver #06022020

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For the character asks: Jon, Peter Lukas, Annabelle Cane? (giving multiple suggestions so you can pick one in case you get the same character twice in different asks)

very kind of you to assume i get many asks :') THANKS ill do all of them u_u

[Send me a character and i'll tell you...]

(under the cut bc i love talking and this got long lmao)

Jon

First impression

he's a uptight prick with obvious favoritism for sasha and tim and i love him so! much!!!!!!

Impression now

my poor little mew mew hm................I've got a complicated relationship w/ jon bc i love him a lot, but i loved s1 him the most, and literally everything else just makes me really, brutally, sad ;_; The way he tries so desperately to cling to his humanity and how other characters just call him by the title imposed to him makes me wanna cry

...also he just cares so much ;_; i cry

Favorite moment

probably his interactions with georgie at the beginning of season 3!!! From s5 id say when he killed not!sasha, it felt vindictive ù_ú

Idea for a story

Dhfhdh im p basic when it comes to him ngl, either jon/tim/sasha friends to lovers or jon and desolation!tim or *something*!sasha trying to stay as human as possible, together 😔 (or just any of them living and coping together in s4 n s5)

Unpopular opinion

Im just not a fan of monster jon, at all! He's not the type of character that i enjoy seeing having a corruption arc unfortunately!! It just hurts!!! (and this Is from someone that Loves corruption arcs!!!)

Also i really hate moth jon imagery??? For not particular reason, moths are pretty, but i still hate it u_u AND THE ASSOCIATION OF GREEN W/ JON (or the beholding in general!) I CANNOT STAND IT!! i know its bc of the tma logo but guess what! Its wrong! Purple jon rights!!!

ALSO ALSO the so called pining he had for martin just.... didnt felt like that at all! i have Many feelings abt this!

Favorite relationship

either georgie in s3, or sasha!!! i love how he always praises sasha in her research in s1 and even thought he's at his driest & sharp Trying-To-Project-Professionalism-And-Skepticism she still rolls into his office, interrupts him mid statement to banter w/ him abt pronunciation n stuff and its just Normal, like that speaks volumes of how comfortable they felt around each other! they were friends gdi! the moment he realizes she died and then everytime the not!them mocks him w/ her death makes me wanna break smth q_q

im not even gonna mention tim bc even though i love their relationship It 👏 makes me👏 very 👏 sad 👏

non shippy and also staying strictly canon, i love his relationship with melanie!

Favorite headcanon

sometimes i think abt that one hc that hes really good with arcade games bc he lived near the coast and i smile bc thats cute :) also hes a trans man 💙💗🤍💗💙

Peter

First impression

Mystery evil captain man!!! Fog?? I LOVE him :)

Impression now

I STILL LOVE HIM SO MUCH!!!!!!!!! Hes an asshole and has a lovely voice and smile and hes not, hes not Dumb but also he's far from the whooooa evil lonely influence he think he is (played like a cheap fiddle). He also makes me sad in ways i cannot and wont describe, and its a shame that he died cuz he was the best part of season 4 😔 rip you beautiful bastard man i still miss you </3

Favorite moment

"It has blood on it" "thats Leitner's too :D". Also when martin was angry abt idk, breekon? Jon going into the coffin? Cant remember, but peter was like I said id protect the institute, that guys not my problem ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Idea for a story

dfgdfg i have..... a petermart story that dealt with the different flavor of loneliness they both had, half smut half genuine meta of both of them and theorization on the branching of an Entity & how their powers manifested in other people...

basically, peter thinks hes hot shit when it comes to loneliness but gets overwhelmed when martin accidentally projects his feelings abt *fic's plot stuff* on him, its fun stuff!

Unpopular opinion

people either paint him like an absolute devil or an incompetent idiot and hes neither of them! hes an asshole who loves being an asshole but far from the worst monster in the show and he tried to do a clever scheme TWICE on his life and 1. while it was established that any of the rituals wouldnt work singularly the Silence was still a pretty clever attempt if it weren't for gertrude! and 2. well... he tried to manipulate someone petty and formerly supposed to be a web avatar, again not his fault, cant call him stupid for trying dfgdfg

i Do think hes kinda pathetic in some sense considering his backstory, but more out of personal pity than anything else

Favorite relationship

Canonically speaking him and martin! The pull and push of them was The best thing about season 4! Peter being a quite dangerous avatar and martin, beautiful and scared and kinda feisty, confronting him every chance he gets, peter doing his best to manipulate him and martin letting him believe hes succeeding (even thought, he is, partly). They're fascinating characters to have side by side

Favorite headcanon

Partly canonically speaking him and mikaele salesa :) they do bets together! They're lonely sea men! What else could you possibly want?

Also non shippy i like thinking abt peter's and simon's relationship but thats entirely non canon ♡

Diversity wins! The heir of the lonely is a gay man!

Also I think as every rich household(?) the lukases had many paintings and peter as a kid saw the ones w/ sailing ships and imagined sailing far far away from his family. That and seaman aesthetic fucks, which is why he always has the same vibe going on as an adult. He does Not know half of the things he'd need to know to have a ship though but hey he's rich and thats all he needs

Annabelle

First impression

thats a horrible psychological experiment they're making there D:

Impression now

THATS STILL A HORRIBLE EXPERIMENT AND ANNABELLE DESERVED SO MUCH BETTER............. idk! she makes me sad in the same way jon (and to a degree, peter) does! to be a living puppet for the thing that traumatized you as a kid and that later kinda killed you / is the only thing keeping you alive, to be devoted to it scrambling to believe in a higher reason for all of it to happen bc to believe otherwise is............. anyway. i love her, and i feel so so sorry for her

Favorite moment

her "maybe ive never been to the beach" at the end of ehr statement (that i fully believe its bullshit but, yknow, i love that she adds that), most of her convos with martin, her "i told you this might happen" "you did, you did" with mikaele

Idea for a story

i think a lot about her having conversations w/ either mikaele (platonically) or sasha (shippy) and their different points of views and treat with her making her doubt the web a bit

Unpopular opinion

listen, listen, i know it sounds like im woobifying her i Know it but reading the scraps of her story how can i Not feel sorry for her? when the story framed her very similar to jon? the supernatural childhood encounter that gave them arachnophobia and the subsequential joining with an Entity against her will? the fact that both the story and the fans treat her like a spider woman always sat very very bad to me, and the fact that the story itself always framed her like a villain (considering All The Other Characters that get the benefit of the doubt) was extremely disappointing

Favorite relationship

her and mikaele!!!!!!! wish we could have seen more scenes of just the two of them!!!!!! *singing* he is her daaaaaad, hes her dad! boogie boogie boogie! (ok no but like... their offscreen friendship is my favorite thing of season 5 ;_;)

Favorite headcanon

Sigh i dont know...i still think she's scared of spiders which make her current existence harder but thats a sadcanon :/ umm...... i love the idea of mikaele and her cooking together from time to time! Mikaele showing her some plates he used to eat as a kid as he talks stories about his life :) and she listens and sometimes tells a story of her own! its been so long since he had a quasy normal conversation! its weird yet nice!

#i say the same phrase many times but basically best parts of s4 are hands down peter. lonely!mart. peter and martin. melanie's arc. thats it #best parts of s5 are jon killing the not!them. annabelle. mikaele. annabelle & mikaele. annabelle and martin. thats it #dhfjfj sorry half of these are a bummer but you asked me... characters i have a complicated relationship with... i love the three of them s #statement ends #THANKS i love... talking

[juminsmysticmc]

Hello ✌ Can i request headcanons of how would have been the first years of marriage between RFA members + trio with Mc.

RFA + Minor Trio with Mc in their first years of Marriage 

Hiii! I love these kind of requests! I hope you enjoy the Headcanon just like I love it!

Please give me feedback ✨🌹

Jumin

,,Moooooommmy! Daaaaaad!“ a little voice echoed through the room.

Your eyes flickered as you heard a manly voice chuckle.

,,Good morning my love…“ he mumbled in a husky voice, stroking your cheek.

,,Mhhhh…“ you moaned back, nuzzling your head into the pillow.

,,Did you sleep well?“ he asked you, concerned about your health.

,,I already thought that our son‘s pregnancy was hard, but your daughter is driving me crazy…“ you told him, rubbing your eyes to look at him.

He nodded.

,,I‘m free today. I can take care of our son and you can rest…“ he told you.

Not long afterwards, the same voice from before yelled your name again, making you smile.

,,No, I want to enjoy the time we have,“ you answered and tried to get up.

Suddenly the door opened with a lot of force. 

A little boy that looked just like Jumin looked at you.

,,Mommy I hungry!“ he whined.

,,Okay, let‘s do pancakes?“ you laughed, approaching him and taking his hand.

,,No! I’ll make them for you with Dad!“ he energetically said, looking at his father with hopeful eyes.

Whatever you or his son asked, Jumin couldn’t say no.

So Jumin and your son ended up standing in the kitchen, working on breakfast. 

You sat on the couch, rubbing your swollen belly.

Once again, you closed your eyes and thought about the past five years...

Back then, Jumin hid your body as the media tried to capture a picture of you.

The flashes from the cameras made your eyes flicker.

Jumin‘s words still made you smile. He told you to put yourself over everyone’s eyes with him still in second place.

The first discussions both of you had because he didn’t care about his own health…

You were even kidnapped one time.

Back then, you stormed out and ended up getting kidnapped.

Jumin turned South Korea upside down back then just to find you.

He ended up finding you unconscious in a house, four hours from your place.

You remembered how you got sick and how you found out about your pregnancy.

How Jumin gave his best and how awful it was when you went into labor, almost losing your boy.

But everything got better and now you’re just enjoying your time.

,,I can’t wait to enjoy the future with you…“ you mumbled to your unborn girl.

Shortly afterwards, your son called you and Jumin helped you up, ready to let you enjoy breakfast.

Zen

You and your husband sat together as you looked at the others.

The RFA was sitting around a round table, enjoying the atmosphere. It was something that didn’t happen often.

,,I still can’t believe it that three years have already passed!“ Yoosung whined, looking at both of you.

,,Yes. You both still look like newlyweds,“ Jaehee nodded.

You smiled brightly at her as your hand laid on top of his.

,,I still remember everything as if it was yesterday…!“ you laughed.

Zen looked at you ,,So many things happened…“ he laughed.

You thought about your first years of marriage with Zen.

Just like a dream.

It was still hard for his family to accept you guys, but the reason why you guys could hold your marriage in the first place was because they finally spoke to you.

But even now, it’s hard for you to talk to your in-laws.

Both Zen and you feel unwelcome, but you know that you mean something to them since they always invite you to every upcoming family gathering.

,,I remember when Mc rushed out and slept over at my place, hahah!“ Seven laughed.

,,That’s not funny! I was so worried! I thought she left me just because of some rumors!’’ Zen mumbled, feeling bad again.

,,Rumors? I couldn’t believe that they were just rumors back then because I saw pictures of you holding her hand! I didn't know that they made it up until Seven found out, that it was photoshopped,’’ you answered back.

Zen nodded and held your hand tighter.

Misunderstandings like these didn’t happen anymore since your love grew stronger over the years.

Aside from that, nothing else happened.

Both of you lived your lives to the fullest and enjoyed the time you had together. 

All that was missing was a proper family…

,,Are you still trying? I can give you the best doctors,’’ Jumin then said, turning your attention to reality again.

Indeed, you guys wanted to start a family.

Although, Zen’s career was at its peak now, he wished for the same.

,,Thank you, Jumin,’’ you said and smiled.

,,But we don’t need it! I can do it!’’ Zen hissed, hugging your body strongly against his, making you blush in a deep red.

The sex between the both of you was still a big highlight in the night…

Yoosung

,,Bye!’’ you called back as you left the hospital.

Yoosung was now quite busy as he was one of the best vets in Seoul.

You walked back to your apartment and observed the city.

Yoosung and you were now married for seven years.

,,I’m home!’’ Yoosung called, taking off his shoes and hugging you immediately.

,,We should try for a baby tonight so that I can prove to you that I’m not a baby myself,’’ Yoosung said, repeating what he said at lunch.

You deeply kissed him and nodded.

,,But first, let’s eat dinner, Yoosung,’’ you chuckled.

The first years of marriage with Yoosung weren’t always easy.

At times, he still struggled at his job but with your support he could overcome everything.

Even though he had to still wear his glasses, his eyes were improving.

Both of you finally laid in your shared bed after your act of love.

Yoosung was stroking your back as your head rested on his strong chest.

In your first years of marriage, both of you got to know that for you it would be harder to become parents.

Apparently, the two of you first faced seven years of bad luck.

You could remember it as if it was yesterday, when the doctor confessed this message.

But with your love both of you overcame the hardship and found a way to fight it.

,,I can’t wait to become the mother of your child…’’ you mumbled and then fell asleep, missing the part when Yoosung agreed with you.  

Jaehee

Every night in bed, you thanked god for your happy marriage with Jaehee. She had been your wife for almost three years.

Those years with her were eventful.

You thought about her proposal, the wedding, and your honeymoon, which was your highlight for sure!

The time with her in Italy was wonderful with her wet skin at the beach and her happy laugh.

Her smile always made your heart beat quicker.

The nights you spent together with your skin touching and slapping over again and the evenings where both of you sat together outside, watching the stars below the italian sky.

,,What are you thinking about?’’ Jaehee asked you when she saw your face after entering the room.

You looked at her and once again, your heart began to beat crazily, just like the first day.

Her long hair rested on her shoulders as she slipped into the cozy blankets.

,,About our marriage,’’ you answered, hugging her body.

Jaehee laughed.

,,Remember when we arrived after our honeymoon and thought that someone robbed our shop, but the RFA planned a surprise for us?’’ she asked you, making you laugh immediately at the flashback.

You nodded and continued ,,I was so scared! Or when Yoosung began to cry in the shop, saying he didn’t want to go back to Jumin because his LOLOL ranking disappeared!’’ you laughed, making her chuckle.

,,I remember all those happy times in our shop, our happy customers, and the happy faces…’’ she mumbled.

,,I feel so good with you…’’ she then added, making you nod.

You, too, were thankful for having her in your life.

,,Mom, Mama…’’ a little girl entered the room.

Of course you couldn’t forget your adoptive daughter.

In your marriage there was also a hard time.

Back then, you wanted to adopt a baby, but the state didn’t let you and wanted to take her away again.

It was the worst time in your life, but thankfully Jumin could help you out.

,,Come here, baby…’’ you mumbled and called her.

The little girl hurried to the two of you and as soon as she was between the both of you, her eyes closed, making her go to wonderland.

,,Yes, our marriage is a happy one…’’ you laughed and stroked the girl's face.

Jaehee nodded at your comment and hugged both of you, closing her eyes too and wishing you a happy night.

Saeyoung

You looked at the clock as you waited at a decorated table in a fancy restaurant.

Saeyoung invited you to go out for your ninth anniversary.

You chuckled to yourself. Some things never changed, apparently.

You reviewed your first years of marriage with him.

It was hard for both of you because at first you wanted to run away, taking only Saeran with you.

But then, you realised that the RFA became far more than just the RFA.

They were like a family.

Of course you were still a bit angry at Yoosung and Zen for hiding Rika, but you knew at least that if you would come to make a mistake, both of them would make sure to help you out.

You also knew that Jumin and Jaehee would do their best to lead you the right way again.

The first years of marriage were almost terrible.

Now that so many years had passed, you had to laugh about the mistakes you guys made.

At first, there was the problem with Saeran.

It often stressed you guys out and made you argue a lot.

But it all ended well.

The agency didn’t contact you anymore and you could almost live a normal life.

And not long after your marriage, both of you became parents.

With your little red haired twins, which were now six, the happiness in your house never died down.

You and the RFA met up regularly, making them meet their only family.

,,If I call Saeyoung now, he will go crazy…“ you mumbled.

Saeyoung and you decided to come separately since he probably had something planned.

You decided to instead call your two nannies, Yoosung and Zen, who we’re taking care of the twins with Saeran.

Loud voices echoed into the phone.

,,THINGS ARE GOING WELL! THANK GOD SAERAN IS WITH US!“ Yoosung yelled.

,,AH NO! DON‘T!“ he yelled again and then cut the line.

You pitied them because somehow your two devils only listened to you, their mom.

,,How are they doing?“ Saeyoung asked you when he finally joined you.

,,Sixteen minutes too late! You‘re improving!“ you laughed and then told him that you just called them.

,,Such rascals...whatever, these sixteen minutes weren’t in vain because - I got this! Long Dog!“ he proudly said, handing you over a long dog out of metal.

You looked up at him and tried your best to not begin to loudly laugh at him.

Suddenly the dog began to talk in a funny voice, making you laugh.

The Long Dog began to talk about your story of nine full years…

He didn’t forget a single detail. Not even when the car broke down in the woods and you were alone...working on becoming pregnant.

Tears left your eyes as you looked up.

,,To our future…“ you said with a trembling voice, picking up your glass.

,,To our future...I love you,“ he whispered.

Saeran

You watched how Saeran showed Saeyoung how to hold the baby you gave birth to a few days ago.

There couldn’t be anything which could make you feel happier right now.

Watching your husband hold his baby and his twin brother trying to do the same.

Finally, Saeyoung could hold your newborn daughter on his own, watching her sleep.

Saeran turned to you.

,,Are you okay?“ he asked you, concerned.

You nodded. You were sleepy, but you felt good.

,,I was thinking about the past…“ you told him.

Saeran nodded.

You got pregnant before your marriage.

At that time, you thought that becoming a mother wasn’t right.

You just found out and weren’t brave enough to tell Saeran since he was on his way to finding Saeyoung.  

When the agency, however, blackmailed him to kill his unborn child, he found out.

,,TRUST ME!“ he yelled.

,,I WILL FIND HIM AND KEEP YOU SAFE!“ he cried.

And so, he and Jumin, as well as Jumin‘s best men, handled saving Saeyoung.

Afterwards, your wedding was held with Saeyoung finally by your side.

Saeran even forgave him after this long time.

And so, you began to live a whole different life in your first year.

Nothing to worry about since Rika was taken care of, no one to search for since Saeyoung was finally by your side…

Everything was at his best.

The only problems were your throbbing feet, which didn’t get better even after Saeran kept massaging them and your carvings, which drove the twins crazy.

,,Where do I find spinach with apples at 2.30 AM?“ Saeran asked his brother in the middle of the night.

,,Not even the agency bothered me with so many questions…“ he mumbled and sent him to a convenience store.

As newlyweds, you really enjoyed your time together and you also planned to do it for the next three years.

,,As long as our daughter is little, we want to see the world. Afterwards, we will come back and begin to live a normal life…“ Saeran confessed.

The RFA nodded. 

It was only natural that you guys now wanted to take a little rest.

And so you indeed came back after three years, ready to show and tell them about all your experiences and memories you did around the world...

Jihyun

After three years, Jihyun left you alone and you didn’t want to lose time.

And as if he could read your mind, he asked to marry you.

The first years went by perfectly.

You all forgave Rika, even though sometimes you still woke up from nightmares. 

,,I will always stay by your side,“ Jihyun mumbled in the dark night.

,,I‘m your husband and I will take care of you…“ he went on and stroked you until you could finally fall asleep again.

The years went by like that.

You and Saeran, as well as the RFA, first focused on becoming better.

The hard and sad memories first had to become a part of you.

To do that, you all agreed on meeting once a week.

Saeyoung, with his brother after a long time, and Yoosung with the RFA, even though he found out about Rika.

It went well. In that time you also held a lot of parties and got even more famous.

Jihyun found his hobby for life and was more than happy to make you take part. 

The adoption of Lucy was also something pretty spontaneous.

You saw the girl and immediately fell in love with her smile, and since getting pregnant would still take a bit, you wanted to make the girl happy and become her family.

Jihyun was unsure and not fond of the idea, but you made it clear that you weren’t like Rika.

And so, your marriage was becoming happier and happier.

Vanderwood

,,We can’t do that to the RFA…“ you whispered one day in the backseat of Saeyoung’s car.

Vanderwood and you just had a pretty sexy activity done.

,,I‘m getting hunted by my agency...let’s run away and get married and after a few years we can come back…“ Vanderwood tried to pursue, winning in the end.

You left a message for Saeyoung since he greatly took care of you.

And so after you two signed the documents and were officially married, your fugitive marriage began.

From one city to the next one, from Europe to America and back.

You saw a lot and was able to learn many new things, as well as all the languages.

Vanderwood and you found out how to live as rich people.

But you also had to go through hardships of powerlessness and having no money.

But these experiences were so important and you were grateful for them all.

Hidden with a fake identity, you and Vanderwood worked for various places.

And so, after five years of a beautiful marriage, with a third identity, you two went back with a half member too below your heart.

,,I will take care of both of you…“ Vanderwood promised when he opened the door to your apartment and got surprised by the RFA who were ready to welcome you with open arms.

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[aw-eather]

Heather Watched the Extended Threads.

As if I haven’t already had a bad morning, lets emotionally torture ourselves shall we. Here is my running commentary:

Under a read more cause it was 8 pages of notes. 

That Previously On just shows that the main point of this episode is to get Sam and Jack together so if y’all don’t think they’re together after this, I have some news for you.

Gucci Douchebag making an appearance in the Previously On is not my idea of fun

JACOB I MISS YOU I AM ALREDY CRYING GOD HELP ME

Alright the episode has started with KERRY JOHNSON LOVE OF MY LIFE

Sam, you can’t be jealous, you’re literally MARRYING ANOTHER MAN.

Lol Jack you moron as if Daniel would walk through the door right now.

Sam is glaring at you funny just fyi.

But he’s right, Daniel is just waiting for y’all to be nice about him.

Oma I would like to order a plate of fucks to give about Daniel’s story at this point

Teal’c of the Tau’ri is a cute title I love that man

Aww I feel so proud of Teal’c.

FUCK OFF PETE

JAAACOOOB

Pete is so cringy

Jacob let Jack call him Dad once.. Pete has to wait until after marriage.

This is awkward as fuck

Pete you are so insensitive,

Jacob hates him. Same honestly.

You can tell he hates him tho, he’s not hiding it. My partners mum did a better job and she’s homophobic.

Sam is SO NOT in love with this guy

Oma being cryptic, checks out

Anubis makes me wanna punch someone.

This episode is really just tying up loose threads (probably hence the title) but its nice to know Pete is considered a loose thread 😊

Teal’c having to decide between the Jaffa and the Tau’ri is sad

Agh the newspaper and Daniel finding out about plans is an aggravating storyline

“I’m gonna marry him” reads the same as “Dad, I am happy”. Honey who are you trying to convince??? We don’t believe you.

“I know how happy he makes you” *Cut to Sam who looks nonchalant* *cut to Jacob who knows exactly what he’s doing and what he’s doing is attempting to stop her marrying Gucci Doucebag*

Selmak isn’t alive to make that call Jacob stop lying

I’M GONNA CRY AGAIN

She is really thinking about this. Like she looks like she’s second guessing herself constantly.

KERRY

JACK

KERRY AND JACK

JACK AND KERRY

WAKING UP TOGETHER

OH I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!

I love how soft and tender he is with her, I imagine he’d be the same with Sam.

I love how he cuddles her and kisses her and plays with her hair and that hand on her face I--- *insert heart eyes*

I just really love them so much I wish we got more of soft, boyfriend Jack

Trouble in Jaffa land lol

I think he did really like her though.

Anyway back to Half Ascended!Daniel

Oma ya shouldn’t have helped the first two times, that’s the fucking problem babe

I literally do not give a shit about Daniel, I’m sorry. I really try but I can’t

OH NO THE PHONE CALL SCENE

She is SO sick of Gucci Douchebag

I can’t believe he called her at WORK over FLOWERS

AND SAYING ITS URGENT FUCK SAKE

I love Peter in the back

Jack watching her

Jacob is playing matchmaker so hard I fucking love him

Sam’s face tho is sooooo funny LIKE DAD SHUT UP WE DON’T MENTION THIS IN FRONT OF MY CO

Oh the little sigh he does before telling her to go pick flowers I can’t handle that man, he’s so heartbroken its like a lost puppy

Jack smiles but his eyes say oh yeah, I lost her and she’s happy with someone else now. PLOT TWIST: she’s miserable

Sam looks hurt because she still loves Jack

FUCK ME IT HURTS THEY DESERVED MORE

Jacob don’t play dumb babe, we know what you’re trying to do

Oh she MAD MAD at Dad

Why is it ok to break some rules and not others, you ask? Because y’all are white and can get away with it?

Oma just stop helping people. You don’t need to help them, just stop. I don’t want to be an ascended being y’all suck

Chocolate or vanilla like go HOME WE DON’T WANT YOU HERE

Sam shaking her head no about getting blown up by aliens is so cute I love her so much

This feels like friends talking

Or like these two people I know who claim they’re in love but its always soooo awkward around them.

Generally speaking that’s my type like you haven’t had two alien boyfriends in the last 8 years babe

“I have a surprise for you” YOU BOUGHT A FUCKING HOUSE WITHOUT TELLING HER YOU CRETIN

THAT’S NOT A SURPRISE THAT’S CONTROLLING AND WEIRD

I hate that she looks happy. Don’t get me wrong I want her happy, I really do. And as much as I’m sure she loved Pete, she wasn’t in love with him. But I suppose she was happy for the first time with some one she could have… feelings are complicated, best not to have them honestly.

Jack has really long eyelashes. Just an observation.

That’s a lotta sugar, Danny boy. And Its not gonna make you any sweeter, I promise.

I love that he took the cup with him like he’s gonna drink it with THAT much sugar in it

Exposition, exposition, exposition.

Go away Anubis ya pain In the arse.

Oh the HOUSE

Have I said how much I hate that outfit cause I hate that outfit

It is a beautiful house to be fair but like…

Look at the PANIC in her eyes

I already have a problem with how they got engaged and the fact they stayed together after he STALKED HER.

Pete’s ability to control a situation and guilt trip her (literally he ran away and had her investigated by the FBI when she wouldn’t tell him about her work) reminds me of my ex. Which is probably why I hate him so damn much.

THE DECK SCENE

HER LOOKING AT HIS HOUSE

THE MUSIC

HE LOOKS GOOD IN DARK BLUE

I’M SORRY ITS ALL IN CAPS I’M TYPING AND WATCHING AND I’M SCREMING ON THE INSIDE DEAL WITH IT FAM I’M SORRY

THAT SMALL GRIN ON HIS FACE WHEN SHE SAYS SHE’S BEEN WORKING UP THE NERVE TO COME AND TALK TO HIM

TRUTH IS I’VE BEENTRYING TO WORK UP THE EVER FOR A LOT LONGER THAN THAT STOOP

ITS NOT GREAT JACK

YEAH BUT JACK HAS AN EVEN NCER HOSUE

SECOND THUGHTS

YES YOU ARE. GIANT MISTAKE INFACT

SHE’S REHEREDSE THIS SO MANY TIMES

KERRY FUCK OFFF NOW IS NOT THE TIME SWEETIE

THE BEER LOL

UES IT IS AWKKWARD

JACKS FACE OUCH

KERRY IS SO SWEET ASKING HER TO STAY FOR LUNCH

NO NOT DAD FUCK

Kerry caught him looking a little too long tbh

I’m not editing typos out of that btw it shows my rage

DAAAAAAD

JACOB YOU SWEET MAN

Oh sam honey I’m so sorry

I’m gonna cry again

FUCK OFF DANIEL JFC I literally do not give a shit

I only found out about Carmen’s death a couple months ago so I’m not gonna handle this well fam

Oh no

I’m typing and not looking again

Because Jacob is gonna tell her to go after Jack

I can’t breath

Six years ago

I’m not letting that go

It’s a continuity fuck up

Not that important but drives me nuts

No you’re not

He’s talking about jack

Come on sam he’s not dum

Everything you want is a house, a marriage and JACK

KERRY

LOVE OF MY LIFE

BREAKING UP WITH JACK FOR THE GREATER GOOD

I really like YOU Kerry

He’s so sad

He really liked Kerry

Retire please sir

Bye Kerry, I miss you already <3

If he told Sam he loved her right now she’d drop everything for him

He’s contemplating it

He’s confused but he’s thinking abut it because she’s stressed right now and ENGAGED but damn Kerry makes good points

More explanation and blah blah

Like if this was the main point of the story, there would be more talk of it outside of Daniel and we wouldn’t have just had 20 straight minutes if Sam and Jack pining over each other

Sorry can we talk about how PETE put a down payment on a house with OUT talking to her?? What if she didn’t like the neighbourhood?

Sorry I’m still mad about that

To be fair that green does look good on Daniel

Oma looks so proud

THEN STOP -B R E A K I N G- IT YOU GOOSE

Fuck sake woman

I’m so emotionally traumatised by this episode that I can’t remember half of what is added and half of whats in the 40 minute cut because I am repressing it lol. Obviously the scene with Kerry and the ones with Pete

NO JACOB

AND JACK BEING THERE FOR SAM

AND THEY MIGHT AS WELL HAVE SAID I LOVE YOU ALL OVER AGAIN

SORRY I NEED A TEN MINUTE BREAK TO CRY

OK I’m back

Sam looking at her like he wants to tell her he loves her breaks my tiny stone cold heart even more

He didn’t actually NEED to put his arm around her but they both actually really did need it

The way she rubs her thumb on his hand and leans into him I fucking can’t

AND MORE DANEIL FFS

Sorry I just feel like this was supposed to be the A plot, Dakara was the B plot and Sam/Jack was the C plot but it ended up Sam/Jack = A, Daniel and Anubis = B, Dakara = C

Took ya long enough to catch on, Danny boy

Good BYE PETE

You didn’t know shit from the beginning go home

That’s the same shade of blue Jack had on before… interesting

I mean it does have something to do with her father…

She will, babe, don’t stress

To be fair, to give him some credit, he took it like a champ

But also don’t be a creep ya know

Why does Sam’s jacket look awkward

She just looks awkward this entire sequence

INCOMING WORMHOLE

What, pray tell, is the point of the self destruct if it doesn’t blow up the gate? Isn’t that part of the point?

Daniel ya tit, that’s not gonna work

Fuck YEAH OMA

BEAT HIS FUCKING ASS

Now Daniel can come back to earth and be with Vala thanks

Literally the only time I like him is with Vala and then its with a push

This seems a little too convenient tbh

I know it was OMA but this episode just feels…. Disjointed

Ah but will you destroy it? Probably not knowing the Jaffa

I wonder if Sam and Jack have spoken by now. Clearly not the same day because different clothes.

I’d say two days since Dad?

Ack Naked!Daniel

Jack is so AWKWARD I LOVE HIM

SAM CAN’T LOOK AT HIM

BRA’TAC IS ENCOURAGING THIS BULL SHIT

F I S H I N G

I can believe it, Sam.

She’s leaning towards him

Aw that giggle

That look she gives him

They’re so happy

This was the perfect ending

It should have finished there

How much time passed between then and s9 I wonder

At least a month right because Sam had been away a month?

Well that was good.

Hurt my heart but it was good

Final notes:

Jacob and Janet deserved better

I want more Kerry

They should have stopped at s9

Sam and Jack are together now, TRY and convince me otherwise

I’m thinking of smutty fic ideas for the cabin please stop me

Thanks for coming along on that emotional roller coaster ride. Ended up being 9 pages of dot points so I’m sorry! But I feel like I’ve said my bit.

Oh one last thing

Fuck Pete 😊

#SG1 #Stargate SG1 #Stargate #SG1: Threads #Sam x Jack #Jack x Sam #OTP: They might as well have said I love you #Samantha Carter #Jack O'Neill #Teal'c #Daniel Jackson #Oma De Sala #jacob carter #kerry johnson #Gucci Douchebag #ATapps #RDA #mostly #Mudblood-and-proud watches

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An Unconventional Cool

“You and I have a lot in common, dad.” Gosalyn plopped herself down on the couch next to her father, as he sorted through the mail for the day.

“And how’s that, pumpkin?” Drake tossed the mostly junk mail down on the table, propping his feet up and leaning back, eager to hear what marvelous connections his daughter had drawn. Perhaps she thought that they both were good at standing up for themselves - a truer statement he’d never heard. Maybe she’d go on about how cool the both of them were--

“We’re both pretty lame.” Drake felt his heart drop as an icy wave washed over him. His daughter still had a smile on her face, but with the words that had escaped her mouth, Drake figured it must be a farce.

“What are you talking about? You’re the coolest little girl I know, and definitely the only one I’d want to be my daughter.” Drake pulled her closer to him, dragging her into a huge bear hug. “Launchpad!” He called out to his husband, “It’s hug time!”

“Daaaaaad,” Gosalyn grumbled, but her smile was instantly larger as she heard her other dad come barreling down the stairs.

Launchpad landed next to them with a flying leap, not wasting a second in engulfing both the smaller members of his family in a hug. “What happened? Did you get a papercut going through the mail again?”

“See? Lame!” Gosalyn said, “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m awesome, but we’re both lame, dad.”

“What’s this now?” Launchpad ruffled his daughter’s hair, eliciting a little groan from her despite the fact that she nuzzled her head into his large hand.

“Gosalyn, for whatever reason, thinks both of us are lame,” Drake threw his hands up in the air for a mere second before letting them fall back down to pull his family in closer, “Tell her how wrong she is, LP!”

“Gosaroonie, you’re the coolest little girl in the world!” Launchpad squeezed them all a little tighter as he spoke.

“Hey!” Drake tugged on his husband’s arm a few times, unabashedly wanting some of the affirmation that Launchpad was so good at.

“Don’t worry, Drake. You’re the second coolest little girl in the world!” Once Launchpad was finally done laughing, and Drake was done play punching his husband, Gosalyn finally spoke up again.

“C’mon guys, stop being gross!” Her words were spoken with a smile, “But I just mean, we’re not exactly the popular ones, are we?”

“I have tons of friends,” Drake pouted, yet he still found himself sinking deeper into their cuddle puddle.

“Sure ya do,” Gosalyn patted her dad’s knee as she leaned further into her other dad’s side. “Sure ya do. I just mean, we’re loners. Lone wolves. Lame-Os.”

“I’m a superhero,” Drake’s words were spoken with an air of confidence as if that single statement could refute everything that his daughter said.

“Yeah? And what were you before your movie got exploded? Huh?” Gosalyn tilted her head at her dad, spitting her words out like knives that were cutting away at Drake’s all-too-fragile ego…

“Uhhh,” Drake sighed, stumbling for words. He felt the grip of his husband tighten around the two of them as he mumbled, “A lame-o…”

“It’s not a bad thing,” Gosalyn harrumphed, “I just think we’re all sorta… different.”

“Mr. McDee says that to me all the time! ‘Launchpad, aye, you’re so strange, me lad.” Launchpad’s accent for his boss sounded much more pirate-like than it did Scottish, causing Gosalyn to sigh once more.

“Strange is right,” she poked her dad in the side, right where she knew he was ticklish, eliciting a very laugh-driven tightening of the hug.

“Well, sure,” Drake gave a roll of his eyes, throwing his entire head with the movement of them in one overexaggerated movement (“Again, with the theatrics,” Gosalyn had mumbled), “So what if we’re strange?”

“Ugh, dad,” Gosalyn sighed, holding her hands out in front of her, “I just mean… Well, if you guys weren’t both weirdos, I don’t think we’d be a family.”

“Pumpkin, we’ll always be a family.” Drake pulled her in, hoping to comfort her, but instead just causing her to sigh again.

“You’re not listening to a word I’m saying! Of course we’ll always be a family now. No way you’re getting rid of me - this girl is staying farrrrr away from that orphanage,” Gosalyn held a finger up in the air, pulling it away from her as if to show the distance that she had put up between her old ‘home’ and her new, true, home. “All I meant is, since we’re lame, I think that’s why we’re a family. We have a lot in common.”

“We have… lame in common?” Launchpad asked, his face screwed up into confusion, trying to decipher exactly what his daughter meant.

“Exactly!” Gosalyn twisted to shoot a finger gun at her dad, “That’s what I’ve been trying to say!”

“But, honey, we’re a cool family,” Drake attempted his own finger guns at his daughter, even making little ‘pew’ sounds to go along with them.

Gosalyn buried her face in her hands, dragging them down slowly until they finally were removed from her face again. She gave an overdramatic sigh, causing every bone in Drake’s body to long to point out how she was always an overdramatic ‘theater kid’ too…

“No, dad, we’re not a cool family. Did you see those finger guns? Have you seen our family photos? Launchdad got his hand stuck in a jar of mayonnaise yesterday! A full jar of mayonnaise. Remember when you got lost… going next door? We’re lame. Uncool. Weirdos. Whatever you want to say, but we go together, like, uhh, peanut butter and jelly - yeah, like a pair!”

“There’s three of us!” Launchpad said, immediately shoving his hand on which he had been counting behind his back the second the other two looked up at him.

“Ughhhh,” Gosalyn sighed again, “Fine, peanut butter, jelly, and one of us can be the bread!”

“Dibs on Jelly,” Drake spat out as fast as he could.

“I’ll be the bread - because I’m the best at hugs,” Launchpad demonstrated his point by pulling his family tight again, though none of them protested.

“Guess I’m peanut butter then,” Gosalyn rolled her eyes, but she still squeezed an arm behind each of her dads, no matter how uncomfortable it might be.

“I hope you know I’m calling you my little peanut from now on,” Drake grinned down at his daughter, who immediately groaned at the addition of a new nickname. It wasn’t that she didn’t like them - it was just that she hated them. They were so embarrassingly sweet, though she was addicted to the sweetness that enveloped her family.

“I vote for Gosa-butter,” Launchpad then clapped his hands together a little and practically shouted, “Oooo or Butter-lyn”

“Just… no” Gosalyn sighed, “I’d rather be little peanut than…. Butterlyn... “

“Little peanut works better,” Drake argued, “Because we’re all a little nuts.”

“Dad, that’s exactly what I’ve been trying to say!” Gosalyn shouted, slamming her hands to her face again. Why did he only believe things when they came out of his own mouth?

“No, you said we were lame. Crazy people can still be cool,” Drake, and Gosalyn was amazed that he’d stoop to a level even below her, stuck his tongue out at his daughter as if that were to help him prove his point.

Instead, his one supporter was Launchpad (As seemed to often be the case in these arguments.), “Well, the crazy people I know are all cool. Mr. McDee, Gyro, You--”

“That’s enough of that,” Drake said, nearly disrupting the balance of their cuddle puddle to clasp a hand across Launchpad’s beak, “I will not sit here and be called crazy in my own household!”

“Okay, so, two problems with that,” Gosalyn said, squinting at her dad as he held her other dad’s beak shut, “Three problems with that,” she added, squinting a little harder, “One, it’s our household too! Two, you called yourself crazy. Three, stop being gross with Launchdad.”

Drake released his husband’s beak, not without giving his cheek a quick brush on the way back to sitting himself on the couch, however. “I can call myself crazy all I want, but it doesn’t make it okay for you to say.”

“You’re such a hippo-- Such a hippie -- You keep switching yourself up!” Gosalyn said, waving her hands in front of her as if that could wipe away her lack of being able to find the word she was looking for.

“Ah, yes, he is Hamburger Hippo,” Launchpad said, “Aaaaand, now I’m hungry again.”

“We’re all lame,” Gosalyn said one final time, this time with much less protest from the two surrounding her. They really were an unconventional family - lame beyond belief in Gosalyn’s (and the world’s) eyes, yet also the most valuable people she knew. They were her weirdos and lame-os, and she wouldn’t trade them for anything else in the world. After all, just because they were conventionally lame, that didn’t make them bad. The Mallard-McQuack household might just be the best one in the entire world, she decided.

#AKA Gosalyn and her dads are dorks for 1500 words #Gosalyn Mallard #mallard-mcquack family #Drake Mallard #Drakepad #launchpad mcquack #darkwing duck #LizardWriter #ducktales2017 #ducktales #I love these ducks

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Coparents (Part 3) • Ben Chilwell

Part 1 and Part 2 here if you haven’t read them yet! Hope you like it x ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------

One week. Seven days to get caught.

She would have liked to have been more careful, but it was not for her son's sake or for all the bullshit she continues to fill her brain. The reality was that yes, she also wants to understand if she and Ben are made for a real relationship before she even let her son in. But that came later. First she wants to enjoy the boy without having to share him with anyone, she wants to be able to kiss him or take his hand away from prying eyes.

And they thought they had been as careful as possible with everyone, careful not to exchange too many looks at dinner with friends, careful in saying or doing things too compromising in front of Ryan. Rotate the people with whom they left the boy because the excuses wouldn’t hold up. Behave normally, you know.

But it was difficult to do so when their child seemed to be in the middle of the ‘I want my parents together' phase and he thought he was acting like Cupid for the two of them. Not that they were bothered when he tried to keep Ben stay the night or when he interweaved their hands together when they all fell asleep randomly on the couch watching a movie or when he pretended to have a nightmare -always when Ben stayed at home- and forced them to sleep together in her bed. In fact, they should have thanked him for the moments he was inevitably making them go through together and to tell the truth, they felt a bit guilty because they saw the sadness in his eyes when one of them go home or when he doesn’t succeed in something he had put on his head.

But that day had been different, and then things had fallen apart from there. Ben had come home with some doughnuts and they had breakfast all together as a family, then they had taken him to school on foot. And Ryan had printed a huge smile on his face on the way, happy for once to be able to walk through the school gate hand in hand with his mom and dad. Together. And he almost didn't want to take their hands off when they arrived, almost fearing they might disappear at any moment. And when they picked him up that afternoon, Ryan literally threw himself on his father’s arms seeing them together again.

In his little head everything was already settled, the pair only need one last little push before finally becoming a permanent family and throw away one of the two houses. And they’re on the field at the end of a game, Ryan runs to James who takes him in his arms without batting an eyelid when “Uncle James can I come to sleep at yours tonight so mom and dad can make a baby?" says the little one as if it were the most natural thing in the world, leaving the boy somewhat stunned.

The two parents turn with their eyes wide open, caught by surprise as well as the others around them. “Honey…” had tried the girl by extending her hand to caress him, but the boy removes from her touch and hides his face in James' neck. He knew that look, she used it when she had to tell him he couldn't eat fries at dinner for the third night in a row and put meat and salad in front of him.

Never in his life Ben had seen that look in (Y/N)’s eyes, the one they exchange quickly watching the scene that is full of ‘my son hates me, I'm a bad mother'. She doesn't know how she manages not to burst into tears there at that moment. So Ben tries, stroking his back but the baby twists again. And then with a nod James takes them all into the locker room and they follow him without saying a word, Ben's hand squeezes hers as if to instil courage into each other.

“Hey, little man" James tries to get him to come off by whispering in his ear, but Ryan holds those slender arms around his neck so tightly he gives it up. And Ben looks at him shaking his head slightly, kneeling down in front of his son who gives him his back, telling him that it’s okay. They could face it with him there too, if only they would have avoided repeating it a second time.

"Ryan" (Y/N) calls him, perhaps a little too sternly because the child unconsciously clings to James even more. And that small gesture adds to the weight she feels in her chest. She sighs, sitting next to James, "Can I know why you said that to Uncle J?"

The only thing they receive in response is an incomprehensible mumble due to his pressed face against James' shoulder, but it's understandable he's crying. For a moment even her eyes fill with tears but she bites her lip so hard she resists. Taken by an act of courage, Ben stretches out to snatch Ryan from his friend's arms but the child begins to kick and Ben loses his balance, finding himself on the ground. The baby in his arms crying inconsolably.

They just can't figure out what might have brought them to that moment. They are sure they haven’t kissed when he was around or behaved differently from the usual, but somehow in their plan there was a leak and now they were back to the wall. They had to reveal the truth, and then they'd think about the consequences.

“I just wanted a kiss" hiccups the baby in his father's arms when he realizes he won't get his uncle's comfortable chest back. The faces of those present are softened and a spark seems to illuminate her face. Make a baby. A kiss. Of course! She remembers the conversation about his friend's brother, as not ready to address the issue yet they hadn’t commented. And now there they are, dealing with a hysterical child who somehow understood that something had changed.

"Oh love" she sighs more softly this time, but she still doesn't dare to approach for fear of another refusal, "why did you want it so bad?"

"You brought me to school together" he sniffles leaning on his father's chest and Ben passes a thumb over his cheeks to wipe away some tears, which had fortunately stopped falling.

"Can you keep a secret?" Ben whispers, looking at her who nods. Time to drop the bomb. The child looks up at him, his blue eyes looking at him curious. "Mom and I ... we have already kissed"

Silence. The child looks at them without saying a word. Then he smiles widely and jumps out of his father's arms. The locker room is filled with cries of joy this time, the baby looks like a loose cannon jumping all over the room.

"Ryan" she calls him signaling to approach her and he does it with pleasure this time, going to crash into her mother's legs. "Easy" she chuckles. He's too happy, he climbs on her legs to leave a kiss on her cheek. A gesture to apologize to her, a gesture that makes her forget the bad feelings of a while ago. "I want you to be clear about something, young man. This doesn’t mean mom and dad will have a baby. Just that they are together" and this time she wants to clarify, in order to avoid other problems in a few weeks.

"Madders" Ben recalls his friend who has since been enjoying the whole scene, surprised by the news but also amused by the child. They will have a lot to do while growing up.

"Ugly bastard" he murmurs before hitting the brunette who is still on the ground, and pretending to struggle to mess up his hair while he does nothing but laugh.

***

"How's you doing?" Ben sighs, leaving a light kiss, with his eyes closed, on her temple. She leans lightly on him and sighs in turn, following with her eyes their son who is trying to take possession of the ball and James who enjoys making him jump from one side to another, “A baby takes a lot of energy" he chuckles.

"Mommy, daddy come play with us!" the boy screams as he comes running and standing between her legs, she is sitting on the bench in their garden with a glass of lemonade in her hands.

"Mommy can't little man" she cooes passing her hand through his hair and the baby puts on a lovely pout before getting picked up by Uncle James who makes him squeal. "Come join my team RyRy, we already have a ball to play with"

"No Uncle J, mom is beautiful. And my little sister is in there" the child points out her figure proudly, happy to finally have his wish fulfilled, to then be dragged farther away from the blonde.

"Our little Stella" Ben murmurs laying a hand on the seven months belly now.

"Daaaaaad" the child calls him almost complaining and then passes under his uncle's legs, taking advantage of the height difference.

"Go, we'll cheer for our men from here" and he leaves a last kiss on her lips and belly before joins the group.

#ben chilwell #ben chilwell imagine #ben chilwell imagines #football imagine #football imagines

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Live from Downtown Ch. 3

Written for Bim’s birthday, in the Superhero AU this is his first real public appearance.

Summary: Bim and Anti have a night on the town, Wilford joins in.

This is chapter three of the story

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Chapter 3: You Shoot Me in a Dream, Your Better Wake Up and Apologize

    Anti was cackling as he shook his spray can and fished up the image he was working on. It was a rather crude graffiti piece of Jackieboy Man, cursing as if Jackie could hear him. It was an image of Jackie in a diaper with a glass of milk.

    There was a large duffle bag of spray paint cans in between Bim and Anti.

    “Hey, kid, hand me an orange,” Anti grinned, “I wanna give ‘im an afro.”

    “Sure,” Bim sighed, and held out the spray can.

    Anti just looked at him, he took it and looked like he wanted to say something. He even opened his mouth, but closed it quickly.

    The glitch demon shook the can, smiling, “So what’d yah do to piss off yer ol’ man?”

    “I brought up he who must not be named,” Bim scoffed, and grabbed a grey spray can. “I don’t get why he’s more pissed at him than you.”

    “Ehh, he got less pissed at me after I gave yah ta him,” Anti dismissed, trying to cheer up the atmosphere. “He’s gotten soft since. He used ta be a menace ta e’eryone and e’erythin’ an’ it’s so annoyin’.”

    Bim bit the inside of his cheek, “You were the one to get them cloned right?”

    Anti shrugged, “Yeah, seemed like a funny thin’ ta do at the time. An’ yah should have seen Dark’s face when he first saw ye. It was priceless.”

    “Why?” Bim looked over at him.

    “Why what?” Anti started making a couple quick swipes of paint to make an afro on his drawing.

    “Why’d you clone them? You had to have some kind of a good reason.” Bim kept watching him.

    “Didn’t really,” Anti dropped the orange can and took the gray from Bim to start a new image. This one of Dark. “I was more focused on what would piss Dark off more. After I got those screwballs working they were a bit more concerned about the scientific advances or what they could do with Dark’s DNA, and I just wanted the first living one they had.”

    “What did they do with the others?” Bim asked glumly.

    “Hell if I know, Dark either killed or enlisted the doctors when he found out ye were the real deal, ask him,” Anti was making his spray paint version of Dark with giant eyes, and his tongue sticking out. “It took me five years before he e’en let me get close enough ‘ta see yah again.”

    Then he held out the gray spray can, “Here, draw something about yer ol’ man, blame it on me.”

    Bim smiled, taking the can, “Sounds great.”

    “What are you boys doing?” Wilford announced himself.

    Bim jumped, almost spraying Wilford in the face with paint. “Ahhhh!”

    Wilford held his hands up, “Woah, woah, Junior, it’s just me.”

    “Dad, come on, I don’t need to be babysat,” Bim groaned. “The old man said I could go out tonight.”

    The crazed reporter slid over to Bim’s side, “My dear boy, Dark is our chaperone, I’m here to enjoy a night on the town with one of my pride and joys. We’re going to paint the town red.”

    “Literally?” Bim smiled excitably, shaking his fists up and down like he was a kid again.

    Anti let out a chuckle.

    “Only if Dark doesn’t catch us,” Wilford winked.

    “Where are we going first?” Bim had almost an ear-to-ear grin, Wilford had an equally wide grin on his face.

    “We’ll I thought we could go mess with Google’s data banks and then grab a drink or two, what do you say?” Wilford smiled.

    Bim’s gasp was audible from the street, “Can I?”

    “You got your ID?” At his father’s question, Bim nodded. “Then no one can stop us. Not even Dark.”

    Bim looked at Anti.

    Anti scoffed, smiling, “Don’t look at me kid, I don’t babysit, I enable.”

    “Let’s do this!” Bim proclaimed with a huge smile, throwing his hands up.

    “That’s the spirit, Junior,” Wilford slapped Bim on the back. “Let’s go Anti, I know a nice disco place that has great martinis.”

    With that, Wilford led Bim and Anti with him through a portal to go and bother Google first. Before any of them were too drunk to do anything.

    They wound up getting back to Dark’s main warehouse at almost 4 AM, the two of them stumbling out of the portal with Wilford, both Bim and Wilford absolutely plastered. Anti still looked sober.

    “You should ‘ere what Dar told me after that,” Wilford smiled, his crazed slur even thicker, holding onto Bim around the shoulders.

    “What?” Anti smiled.

    “He told me to clean my suit,” Wilford laughed

    Anti and Bim laughed.

    Dark stormed out of his office and just gave the three of them a dirty look.

    “Why are you back so late?” Dark looked at his clock.

    “Yer boys are lightweights,” Anti told Dark. “Yah should be ashamed at yersef. Wil went down after only twelve martinis.”

    “If you poisoned them, I’ll turn your code into a parking meter,” Dark threatened.

    “Relax, kid went easy, Wil’s just losing his touch,” Anti dismissed. “S’ probably the old age.”

    Wilford peeled himself away from Bim, instead half draping himself over Dark, who rolled his eyes and groaned. “Hey, Darky,” Wil smiled, poking Dark’s cheek.

    “Wil, please,” Dark tried to shove him off but Wil clung to him even tighter, almost knocking them both over. “Let go of me!”

    “Why would I let go of you, you smell so nice,” Wil leaned his head against Dark’s shoulder. Anti was just grinning at them.

    “This is isn’t funny,” Dark told Anti, Bim walked over and hugged Dark.

    “Nah,” Anti smiled. “It’s hilarious, I’m adding it to my folder of other great moments yah’ve given me.”

    “Delete them,” Dark ordered, Bim trying to move to cuddle on Dark’s chest as if he was three again.

    “No,” Anti opened up a portal and backed up through it. “Have fun boys, see yah kid.”

    Bim was either too drunk or too distracted to answer him, and Anti didn’t wait. The Glitch Demon escaped before Dark could pry himself free to actually threaten Anti.

    “Daaaaaad,” Bim groaned, hugging Dark even tighter. “I love you.”

    Dark’s groan was audible.

    “I love you too,” Wil answered.

    “I knnnnooow,” Bim told him. “I meant him.”

    “I know you love me, Sunshine,” Dark told him, combing his hand through Bim’s hair. Damien’s blue soul supplied something he kept to himself: “you shouldn’t”.

    “Darky, you’re supposed to say it too,” Wilford told him, rubbing his face into the side of Dark’s neck, his mustache tickling Dark’s neck.

    “I love you too Bim,” Dark heard Bim suck in a gasp and hang onto him tighter. “Alright you two, bed.”

    “Only if you come with me,” Wilford chuckled.

    “You’re drunk,” Dark reminded pointedly.

    “Then drink some wine, join me,” Wilford complained.

    In the end it took far too long for Dark to not only get Bim in bed, Dark already setting things out for him in the morning, and then to dump Wilford in bed, who was attached to Dark like velcro and refused to let go of him.

    Unsurprising to Dark, both of them woke up with awful hangovers, Bim refused to leave him room, at least Wilford recovered quickly enough to help Bim through his first hangover since Dark had kept a stranglehold on both his and Wil’s liquor cabinets around Bim and his other adopted siblings.

    Dark was in his office with Logan, going through some files when Bim walked in.

    “I live!” Bim shouted.

    “If you could keep it down, I would appreciate that,” Dark reminded, Logan turning to look at Bim.

    Bim froze and looked at Logan, rubbing at his hands and smiling, “What’s your name?”

    “Don’t flirt with my staff,” Dark ordered before Logan could answer. “It’s unprofessional.”

    “Then quit hiring hot guys,” Bim complained as Logan just stared at him blankly. “It’s not fair.”

    “I hire individuals based on skill and the ability to keep their mouths shut,” Dark quipped. “Your infatuation with them is your problem.”

    Bim bravely walked up to Logan, ignoring Dark. “So what’s your name, don’t you look like a meal?”

    Dark groaned, “Who’s been teaching you that?”

    Bim just smiled, “Yan.”

    “You’re both grounded,” Dark decided, already grabbing his phone.

    “You can’t ground me, I’m an actual adult now,” Bim bit back.

    “I’m working right now,” Dark dismissed. “Go talk to Illy and Yan, we’re busy.”

    “See you later, try not to mess up,” Bim winked at Logan. “Wouldn’t want you to get served on a silver platter.”

    “Bim,” Dark ground his teeth. “Out.”

    “Fine, killjoy,” Bim groaned and left.

    Logan waited a couple beats after Bim had left and it was clear Dark wasn’t going to say anything. “Back to the matter at hand Dock 18 is receiving a new shipment.”

#Superhero AU #Masks and Maladies #Birthday Post #Markiplier #Jacksepticeye #Thomas Sanders #Bim Trimmer #Antisepticeye #Darkiplier #Logan Sanders #Darkstache #parental affection #Dark trying to stop Bim from flirting with his employees #undercover work #Reservoir Dogs References

[mxliv-oftheendless]

Dancer AU - Dance instructor Paul falls head over heels for the new single dad, Ace, bringing his daughter into practice? His boss/best friend, Heather, notices and tries to set them both up. 💜💙

(Okay... I love this??? I love everything about this??? Enjoy what I come up with!)

Listen, Paul was just trying to live his life. He’d had one too many bad dates with both girls and guys... okay, more like more than a hundred bad dates. And he was sick of it. Either they ended badly or they just turned into one night stands. The few times he’d actually had a bit of a relationship, the other person ended things after maybe three dates. 

So he’d simply resolved to not worry about it anymore. Instead of focusing on why he didn’t have a relationship yet, he would instead focus on his job, his friends, and just living his own life. He loved his job at the dance studio anyway. Plus his best friend worked at the dance studio as well—Heather understood what he wanted to do. She, at least, didn’t press him about it. 

So yeah, Paul was cruising. He was doing fine. 

Until the day he met Ace Frehley. 

It had begun as a completely normal afternoon. He was warming up, waiting for his ballet class to arrive. He was a bit excited for this class; a new student was coming today. He wasn’t sure why she had transferred to this one in the middle of the year, but at least she wasn’t going to have to catch up on any choreography for recitals. 

He had his foot up on the bar when he heard a voice from the doorway. “’Scuse me?” 

He turned his head. Standing in the doorway was a grown man, about his age, with long dark hair and a thin face. He wore a Led Zeppelin t-shirt, which immediately caught Paul’s attention. But mostly Paul was focused on how cute he was. Because he was, like, really cute. Standing beside the man was a younger pre-teen girl, who looked a bit like him, dressed in a leotard and tights holding a bag. 

“Sorry,” the man apologized. “We interruptin’?” 

Oh yeah, he still had his leg up on the bar. “Oh, no, you weren’t.” He took his leg down and shook himself out. “Can I help you?” 

“Are you Mr. Stanley?” 

“That’s me,” Paul went over to them, smiling. “Are you Monique Frehley?” 

The girl smiled and nodded. “That’s me!” 

“Great.” He turned to the man and offered his hand. “Paul Stanley, pleased to meet you.” 

The man shook his hand. “Ace Frehley. Pleasure’s all mine. Mona here’s been real excited.” 

Paul smiled at Monique. “That’s always great to hear. Welcome to my class... that you’re a half hour early for.”  

Ace laughed sheepishly—oh shoot he had a cute laugh—and rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, sorry about that. We thought it started earlier. We’ve, ah, sorta been all over the place lately...” 

“That’s fine,” Paul reassured. He went over to his bags and took out his attendance clipboard. “You’re on the list, so I take it you’ve done all the paperwork and everything?” 

“Yeah, we did. There anything else we need to do?” 

“Nope.” Unless it was to press Paul up against the wall and—wait shit no! Keep it together, Stanley. 

“Well, great,” Ace turned to Monique and hugged her. “Alright, bye, sweetie. Have fun and I’ll see you when I pick you up. Love you.” 

“Bye, Dad. Love you too.” 

Before he left, Ace shot Paul a grin. Oh shit. Keep it together, Stanley! “You’re gonna love her as a student. She’s the best I’ve ever seen!” 

“Daaaaaad!” 

Jeez... The rest of this year was going to be difficult... 

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The class went fine and without incident. Monique fit in perfectly with the rest, and didn’t need any catching up. Paul was happy it went so well, though he did notice a couple of the more arrogant girls in the class sending glares her way. He would have to nip that in the bud before they did anything. 

When class ended and most of the dancers had left, Paul went out to refill his water bottle... and almost ran right into Ace Frehley. “Whoa!” he exclaimed. Then he started laughing. “Sorry ‘bout that that, lemme just...” 

He moved to the side, right as Paul moved, and for a couple seconds they were locked in the odd “move to the same side” dance. Paul felt his face heating up. God this was embarrassing... 

Luckily, Ace didn’t seem to mind. He was still laughing in fact. “Okay, okay,” he laughed. “Here,” he took a step back. 

Paul laughed sheepishly. “Sorry about that, Mr. Frehley…”

“Oh, Ace, please. Everyone calls me that. Well, except Monique, but she’s my daughter. That’d be weird. Speaking of, how was she?” 

Paul smiled. “She was great. She had no problem catching up, and she’s fitting in really well with all the other dancers. I think she’ll do great here.” 

Ace grinned happily, and Paul swore his heart rate sped up. “That’s great! She was really excited to start dancin’ again.” 

Paul could tell there was more to that, but he didn’t dare press. Besides, he saw Heather filling her water bottle at the water fountain. And she was staring in their direction. Great... “Well, I was going to refill my water bottle, so... I’ll see you both next week?” 

“Oh yeah, definitely. It was nice meetin’ ya, Mr. Stanley.” 

Before Paul could think of saying “Just call me Paul,” Ace had gone to the door of the dance room, stuck his head inside, and loudly proclaimed, “MONA MY DEAR!” 

Paul went over to the water fountain, where Heather was still waiting. She had a raised eyebrow and a smirk on her face. He knew that smirk. “Shut up,” 

“I didn’t even say anything!” Heather protested. But she was still smiling. 

“You saw that, didn’t you?” 

“Oh, I saw it, alright... He’s cute.” 

“He’s unavailable,” Paul hissed back. 

“But you don’t deny that he’s cute.” 

“Of course I don’t deny it, have you seen him? But that’s beside the point!” 

He was momentarily distracted by Ace passing by with Monique, who said, “Bye, Mr. Stanley!” 

He turned to smile and wave. “Bye, Monique!” Then he turned back to Heather. “The point is, he has a daughter—who’s my student, by the way—and he’s probably married! I’m not a home wrecker!” 

“Certainly didn’t stop you from going all gaga,” Heather quipped. 

“I wasn’t—oh shut up!” He couldn’t deny that. Because he had been a little gaga. 

Heather laughed, then sobered up. “Okay. So if you’re so scared of being a home wrecker, then don’t make a move. At least not until you know more.” 

Paul sighed. “I guess I can do that...” He smiled at her gratefully. “Thanks. But please don’t try to set me up with him if he does turn out to be available.” 

“I promise nothing,” Heather replied, smiling back at him. “But you’re welcome. If it helps, though, I don’t think he was wearing a ring. But that could mean a lot of things.” She glanced up at the clock. “I gotta go. My next class is starting in five minutes. See you later tonight, okay?” 

“Okay.” Paul refilled his water bottle and went back to his dance room, greeting the dancers in his next class that had already arrived. 

Maybe it wouldn’t be too bad. Maybe all this would be was a simple crush on a cute guy. He’d had plenty of those. He was hoping it would be. He had too much to worry about without thinking about Ace Frehley… no matter how cute he was. 

#lol sorry these are so long #but I love these! #please keep sending in more! #but yeah anyway #paul is a ballet instructor #and he's a bi disaster who's trying his best #ace is a supportive dad #also he's divorced but paul doesn't know that #*ponyhead voice* DRAMA! #Monique's just happy to be there #and of course heather #she's a swing dance teacher #wasn't able to work that in but that's what she is #hope you enjoyed! #my writing #au prompts #dancer au #ashestoashesvvi

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

i was thinking ... maybe we could get perhaps some of tom perhaps with a human teen reader that he considerers as his and allison angels adopted child. to make it short , Tom comforting the reader as they begin to transform into a swollen searcher.

Tom arrived back at the safehouse with a bowl of bacon soup for you.

But the moment he entered and saw you practically drowning in ink, it fell to the floor, spilling everywhere as he ran and knelt down. With panic on his face he reached into the massive puddle, even though he knew it could claim him, too, if he was not careful enough.

He did it for you, an innocent human teenager who was once a stranger to him and Allison, eventually becoming his adopted child after his protective instincts took root.

For months he had defended you from every ink monster out there, including Sammy, the miner Searchers, and, of course, him.

But how could this happen? How did he manage to get inside what was supposed to be the safest place in the studio for you??

He knew he should have never left you alone in here. Now he was paying the ultimate price, dreading the thought of you being dead or worse..

When he felt a hand grab his own mechanical one, his inky heart leaped with a spark of hope. Although when he pulled you up, he was confused at how unusually heavy you were. He used to be able to hoist you onto his shoulders no problem, but now he could barely lift your arm.

So he used his other hand to pull you out of the ink. And when he did, he found himself tumbled backwards and a large mass of ink on top of him. But when the weight was gone, he was mortified upon seeing your face.

“D-Dad….what..what’s..h-happening to…to me..?”

Sure enough, half of your face was coated in ink, eye sunken in and your left cheek sporting a lump of ink. Tom could see more of them growing on your back and arms.

How could you have become swollen so fast? Did he really leave you all alone for that long?

The panic disappeared from his face when he realized how much you were hyperventilating, struggling to brush the ink off of you despite the fact it coated 95% of your body. He just wiped away one of your tears and put his arms around you, hugging you close.

You were utterly confused. He’s slaughtered so many other Searchers that..you figured he’d turn on you, too, once he saw what you were becoming.

But no. Here he was, holding onto you as tight as he could. Much like he did back when you had constant nightmares about the Ink Demon.

And you were eternally grateful for that.

……….

A while later, Allison arrived back in the safehouse, putting the Seeing Tool on her belt loop. She walked around the corner, hoping to take a nice long rest after travelling through the levels, unable to find an escape yet again.

Although upon seeing the two figures sitting on one of the cots, she cupped her mouth in horror, tears filling her eyes. “T-Tom..[y/n]?”

You and Tom glanced at her. Now your body had been fully taken over by the ink, being stuffed with so much you turned into what Susie used to call “the swollen ones”. With a whine you shrunk back as she approached you, worried that you’ll be called “disgusting” or “diseased” or-

“A-Are you still there?” She asked you shakily, sitting down on the other side of you.

With a nod, you reached one of your large hands out to her. “M…Mommmm…”

“O-Oh my god..” The tears streamed down her face as he grasped your hand. “He did this to you but..y-you still remember us?”

Once again, you nodded, before pointing to Tom “Daaaaaad..”

Tom smiled sadly and patted your head, grateful that you hadn’t turned into some mindless beast or an anguished creature like so many lost souls down here did.

At least now, even after what you’ve become, you were still a part of the small and somewhat happy family.

#clanask #batim x reader #bendy and the ink machine x reader #teen reader

[allthosefanfics]

Rebel Love

*Angel's POV*

Today is the day I'm letting my boyfriend of three months meet my parents

*Flash back to yesterday*

"Andy really you don't have to meet my parents they're really closed minded." I was practically begging him not to meet them. "Nonsense it is no problem and I really want to meet them." "Fine."

*End flash back*

It's not that I don't want him to meet them it's just that everything I like or love they hate, I like tattoos and piercings they hate them, I like heavy metal they call it the 'DEVILS WORK'. Andy was to arrive any minute I saw his car pull up and park in the driveway, he stepped out and came over to me. "Hey babe."he smiled, white teeth showing, wrapping his lanky, ivory, tattoo covered arms, around me. He gave ma a chaste kiss on my lips in a bitter sweet way. "Let's go meet my parents." I was nervous I lead him through the door and there they were my parents, standing there arms crossed and squinted eyes. "Hello you must be Mr. and Mrs. Flynn it's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Andy." 'already lying to them' I thought. He stuck out his hand for a hand shake my father shook his hand. "I'm going to put lunch on the table." My mother said and left. 'Jeez without even shaking his hand.' "You have an awful lot of tattoos." My father said. "They're here to tell the story of my life." "Hmmm." 'oh dad' "Lunch." My mom yelled from the kitchen. I grabbed Andy's hand and walked into the dining room and sat at the table us on one side, my parents on the other. "So boy what do you do for a living?" My father asked, my dad will be asking all the questions, my mom lets him handle the boyfriends. "I'm in a band called Black Veil Brides." "Is it religious music?" he sounded interested. "No, it's about not giving up who you are for someone else and keeping good faith, not giving in." "Have you done anything sexual with my daughter?" "DAAAAAAD!" "No sir." 'Still lying. I mean yes I'm a virgin but we have done things. After an hour of the interrogation we sat in the living room "Do you know what this is?" Dad asked "It's a crucifix." "Good one more question. How do you feel about inverted crosses?" "They're okay." "GET THIS SATANIST OUT OF MY HOUSE!" "Sir with all due respect I don't think you remember that St. Peter was crucified on an inverted cross, he didn't think he was worthy of dying the way Jesus did." "Get out." I grabbed Andy's hand and led him upstairs into my room I grabbed my bag with everything I need we ran downstairs and stood in front of my parents. "If you are making him leave then I'm going too." "What?!" My dad asks "You heard me, if he go's I go!" I said with "Then go I don't need a Satanist for a daughter!" And with that I grabbed Andy's hand, opened the door, and walked out to Andy's car.

We got in the car and he started to drive."You are staying with me, in the band house." "Yaay." I smiled. We got to the band house and no one was there he got of the car and walked over to my side and opened my door. I got out and wrapped my arms around him , him doing the same. "I love you Angel." "I love you too Andy." We walked to the door he unlocked it and let me in. It was quiet and we are 'ALONE'. Andy came up behind me and hugged me. "Andy?" "Hmmm." I turned around and looked him in the eyes "Andy... I... I want you to take my virginity." His eyes widened "Ar-are y-you sure?" "Yes Andy I love you and I want you to be my first." I lead him upstairs to his room and shut the door I kissed him. His hands on my waist, mine on his back. He gently laid me on his bed I bunched up the material of his shirt taking it off along with mine. He kissed my neck down to my breasts "You are so beautiful." "Ohhhhhh Andy." His hand moved to the button on my jeans. He undid the button on them and moved them down my legs, this left me in my bra and panties. He removed his pants and stands in his boxers. He crawled on top of me and kissed me. "Are you sure you want to do this?" "Yes Andy I trust you." I sat up and unclipped my bra, he gaped at me, he's never seen me without a bra. I grabbed his face and kissed him. I pulled on the waist band of his boxers, he pulled my panties off, and kissed my ankle. He removed his boxers and lined himself up with my entrance. "This is gonna hurt at first but it will get better I promise, and if at any point it hurts to much and you want me to stop, just say so and I'll stop." "Okay. Andy?" “Yeah Angel?” “Do you have a condom?” I bite my lip and his face goes in shock. After finding it and putting it on, he gently eased himself into me, I winced in pain. "I'm sorry it will feel better soon." Once he was all the way in he stop. "Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?" "No, keep going." He continued to go in and out of me then the pain finally turned to pleasure. "Oh Andy." He smirked"Andy faster please." He set a steady pace that was a bit faster, still trying not to hurt me. "Andy oh. I'm gonna cum." "Me too. On three. One, two, three." We came together in a heat of passion, he fell on top of me, our sweat covered bodies as close as close gets. "I love you Andy." "I love you too." He rolled off of me and pulled me into his side, I snuggled into his chest falling asleep, feeling better than ever before.

#andy biersack #andy biersack smut #black veil brides #andy bvb #bvb #andy black #andy black smut

[emphoenixcat]

Hiii, not having the best of nights with lots of stress and stuff, would it be okay if I asked for a quick cute logicality one shot? Your writing always makes me feel better, it's so we'll written with amazing imagery, and you portray all of the sides so well. Your transitions from one scene to another are immaculate, and your punctuation and grammar are astounding, I just love your writing so much, and tbh you'll probably always be my go to writer bc of your skills😊 (1/2)

Aww, thank you for the compliment, my friend

Warnings: uhhh, just food mention and sympathetic/tiny deceit. I didn’t think about it til after I already started writing it, but hopefully anon’s not bothered by that character.

Logan walked through the front door, ready to fall face first into his soft warm bed. Today had been horrendously long and all he wanted to do was relax, but he knew that such luxuries had to wait. He still had to help Patton prepare snacks for Ro’s soccer team; they had practice today and it was his turn to provide refreshments.

So the tired science teacher stumbled into the kitchen and found his handsome husband already hard at work, making sandwiches as he danced around the kitchen and hummed along to the radio. Logan couldn’t help but sleepily smile at his partner’s adorable antics.

“You need some help there, Pat?”

Patton turned, smiling sheepishly, “Hey, honeybee! Yeah, I guess I could use a bit of help,” he kissed Logan’s cheek in greeting and ruffled his hair affectionately. “How was work?”

“Exhausting,” the teacher admitted.

“Oh dear,” Patton frowned, “I think you need my pattonted coffee and kisses cure! At least until you can get some well-deserved shuteye.”

Logan chucked, “What would I do without you?”

“You’d be sleeping on students’ desks and trying to skip out on teaching,” Patton laughed.

One of their sons walked in just then, breaking the moment. “Daaaaaad!” their youngest boy cried.

“What is it, kiddo?”

Dee sniffled, his eyes wide and watery, “My cape ripped.”

Patton knelt down to inspect the tear, “Don’t worry, we should be able to repair it with no problem! Just let me and Logan finish up in the kitchen first.”

“Why not now?” Dee insisted, looking up at them with puppy dog eyes.

Before his husband could answer, Logan put a reassuring hand on Pat’s shoulder, “I could repair his cape for you. We both know he’ll refuse to go anywhere unless his magician’s costume is complete, he’s practically as picky as Roman was with his prince costume.”

“I’m not picky,” Dee protested.

Logan rolled his eyes, smirking, “Sure you’re not.”

“Thank you, Lo,” Patton said, accepting his help.

“No problem, Pat.”

It took awhile, but Dee was soon wearing his cape and happily waving his toy wand once more. 

Patton came into the room, and Roman in his red and white-colored soccer uniform was behind him holding a small cooler full of the prepared refreshments. Dee flounced over to the others, flicking his wand at his older sibling, “You are now the bestest knight in all of the kingdom! The other team doesn’t stand a chance!”

Roman grinned at his little brother, “Can’t do it without my best mage, of course! But you know who else might need a little bit of magic right now?”

“Is it Virgil?” Dee tilted his head curiously.

“You got it!” Roman nodded and Dee dashed upstairs excitedly, his cape fluttering behind him.

“That was really nice of you, Ro,” Patton commended him. 

“Yeah, well I could tell that the emo nightmare was getting anxious about his upcoming piano recital.”

The stairs creaked as the aforementioned middle child made his way down the stairs with Dee at his side.

“Hey, kiddo! You ready for piano practice?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

Logan could understand Virgil’s nervous energy, after all this was the last practice before his recital. However, Logan knew that Virgil was quite talented; he had a way of getting lost in the music….the hobby really seemed to help clear his worried mind. 

“I have the utmost confidence in you, Virgil,” Logan reassured.

Virgil nodded, his bangs falling into his face, “Thanks, pa.”

Snacks packed, capes fixed, and kids comforted….they headed out to the car. Patton drove to the music place first, dropping Logan and Virgil off, waving happily before whizzing down the street to soccer practice. 

They had a schedule for busy days like this, Logan and Patton taking turns at Ro’s soccer practice and Virge’s piano practice each week; Dee was usually happy to go with either of them, just as long as he was able to dress however he pleased. On game days and recital days, they cleared their schedules and went together as a full family, usually stopping for pizza or something special afterward.

The Sander’s household was normally a rather hectic place, but they still made time for movie nights, video games, and impromptu dance sessions. It was mostly thanks to Patton making sure that no one was overworking themselves. Logan didn’t know how his partner managed to do it, but he loved him so much for it. Logan loved his entire family, he would do anything for them….no matter how tired he sometimes was.

He patiently sat at a table in the piano room, grading a few papers as Virgil’s fingers danced across the keys. At some point, the drowsy science teacher fell into a light sleep, music easing his mind.

“Pa? Wake up, pa.”

“Hmm?”

Virgil giggled a bit, “Dad’s here to pick us up.”

Logan opened his eyes, groggy and confused, “But what about your piano lesson?”

“You slept through most of it,” Virgil smirked.

“’m sorry, your music was just so good that it lulled me to sleep.”

“Now, I know you’re out of it. You’re starting to sound like dad.”

Logan laughed, finally waking up enough to gather his things and head out the door with his son.

Once they finished dinner and made sure that all the kids were ready for bed and tucked in comfortably, Patton and Logan plopped down on their own bed, both agreeing on watching one movie before they themselves called it a day.

Logan was just settling in peacefully next to Patton when the phone rang.

He groaned and let out an exasperated sigh, wondering who could be calling at such a time. Reluctantly, he answered the call and almost instantly regretted it.

It was one of his student’s parents, calling to complain about her child’s grades.

“I just don’t understand how she got a C on her math test, Mr. Sanders.”   

Logan rolled his eyes, mouthing to Patton, ‘This may take awhile.’ 

Patton scooted closer, listening to the lady on the other end of the phone.

“Mr. Sanders? Are you still there?”

“Of Course, Mrs. Ollins. What exactly did you need?”  

“My daughter got a C on her test! I think you need to regrade her paper.”

“I don’t regrade tests, Mrs, Ollins. If I do it for one student, it simply wouldn’t be fair to my other students, you understand.”

“No I DON’T understand. Mr. S, this isn’t fair–”

The teacher pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling completely drained of energy. He really wanted to just hang up on the lady and deal with her later, but that would be unprofessional and impolite, two things that Logan tried very hard not to be. So instead he listened to the angry parent drone on and on about the subject as he uselessly tried to explain the situation.

At some point though, Patton had began to smirk mischievously, leaving the teacher curious. What was his husband up to? 

It didn’t take him long to find out as Patton took Logan’s free hand and began to softly kiss his palm, pressing his warm lips up the length of his arm. Logan shivered in surprise and nearly dropped the phone.

Patton smiled innocently as if he didn’t know what he was doing, but at this point the kisses were up to Logan’s neck. 

His voice trembled slightly as he tried his best to speak professionally into the phone, “Um, uh–”

“Yes, what is it? Will you regrade my daughter’s test?” 

“No, I’m afraid not. If it’s still a problem to you, then I suggest arranging a meeting with either me or another faculty member.”

“What?! This is an outrage–”

But Logan was barely listening because Patton was running his hands through his hair and staring intently into his eyes.

It took him a moment to remember he needed to hang up, “Mrs. Ollins, while I do encourage parents to voice their questions or concerns, I’d much rather you do it at a more appropriate time of day. Have a splendid evening.” He heard her make a sound of protest right before he placed the phone back on the receiver. 

He would have another hectic day ahead of him for sure, but none of that mattered now as Patton pulled him in for a long and passionate kiss.

#sanders sides fanfic #logicality #human au #oneshot #sympathetic deceit #tiny!deceit #tiny!virgil #tiny!roman #emphoenixcat writes #hopefully this doesn't disappoint! #if anon has a problem with deceit i could always try writing something without him #just let me know #also i know this isn't exactly my best #but i kinda skipped out on sleep #so yeah sorry