#BABY CASE IS EVERYTHING TO MEE

[hellishgayliath]

what if.. what if baby..the size of raph fingers

#rottmnt #my wips #cass fanart tag #these wips will probably never be complete drawings but im just straight up possesssed to sketch them out #IM NOT NORMAL ABOUT ANY OF THIS #IM JUST AHHGDHFGDHF #BABY CASE IS EVERYTHING TO MEE

[dumbass-tumbler-cryptid]

Paz lives Modern Au Part 2

part 1

When Spider was two, Miles out of guilt decided to surprise Paz for Valentine’s Day by taking a day off to be with his family.

Seeing Miles in dad mode (for once) was weirdly an insane turn on for Paz.

After they tucked Spider into bed Paz dragged Miles into their room like a starved lioness with a gazelle.

Then a few months later Paz asked Miles to take off work again so she could go to a doctor's appointment without the stress of managing a toddler.

Spiders terrible twos really weren’t that terrible. He was still really sweet, all giggles and smiles but he had energy for days and was just the most curious little boy. If no one was watching him he’d somehow end up on top of the counters or the fridge, really any high space that just seemed physically impossible for a two year old to reach. 

Miles had begrudgingly agreed to take the afternoon off so Paz could do what she needed to do.

He was not prepared for managing his son without his wife there.

Spider was running everywhere, shrieking at the top of his lungs, happy as a pig in slop, but fraying his fathers nerves.

Miles tried putting Spider in time out in his playpen but the boy just escaped.

Then he tried putting him in his room. Spider still escaped.

Miles got so fed up with his son’s mischievous behavior that he picked the boy up and put him over his knee.

His father had done the same to him when he was a little shit so he didn’t think a thing of it.

Paz walked in to see Miles spanking their son, her baby boy crying his eyes out like she’d never seen before.

The look on her face will forever haunt Miles’ nightmares.

Without a word she took Spider from him, taking him up to his room.

After she soothed the little boy’s cry’s the house was dead silent 

So it surprised the hell out of him when Paz came out of nowhere swinging the baseball bat he kept in there room in case of intruders

Miles held up an arm to block her swing

Paz broke that arm.

He called her every awful thing he could think of before storming out of the house, getting in his car, and driving himself to the hospital.

When he came back the house was eerily quiet.

Usually he could hear little Miles laughing, shrieking, or the little patter of his feet.

Or Paz, talking with their son, trying to coax new words out of his little mouth, or singing to herself as she cooked her family dinner.

There was nothing. He called out to his wife. No response. He called for his son. Nothing.

He frantically searched the house seeing neither of them

Then he started hunting for clues.

All the baby’s things were gone, all his clothes, his toys, his favorite blanket, everything he could possibly need or want gone.

Her side of the closet was empty of a lot of her clothes, her toothbrush and comb were gone from the bathroom, even her pillow was gone.

Her phone was on the nightstand along with her ring

She’d left him. She’d taken there son and left him

He called his entire squad looking for her, knowing they were the closest thing to family she had.

No one had seen her

He called the police hoping they could find her

Miles even drove around till the early hours of the morning the next day looking for them.

Still nothing.

He went back to his empty, silent, soulless house and just lost it.

He had really taken his family completely for granted. Because he was afraid. Afraid of not being the father or husband they deserved, of disappointing them. 

And now they were gone 

Miles was a complete wreck for two days until the police finally showed up at his door.

They had found Paz. They judged her to be completely mentally sound, their son safe and in good health. 

She just wanted nothing to do with him.

He wrote a letter begging for her forgiveness, to allow him the chance to make amends in person and if she still wanted to leave him he’d respect it.

The cops delivered the letter to Paz who was staying in a hotel.

Paz decided to give him a chance.

She called him. Didn’t let him say a word, just told him to meet them at the park at noon.

Miles was there first thing in the morning just waiting for them.

He had so many things he wanted to say, all of them rushing through his mind at once.

Then he saw her getting out of her car.

He didn’t even give her time to get little Miles out of the back seat before he was in front of her.

And god she was just so beautiful. Had he ever even complimented her on it before?

His gorgeous wife who gave him such a perfect son.

All his words left him

Miles was a proud man, and so it was without shame that he dropped to his knees and begged for his wife’s forgiveness.

He made no excuses for what he’d done, not just with hitting there son but also being completely absent as a father and a husband.

He told Paz how empty life had felt the past few days without her.

He detailed everything he’d do to change and wanted to hear everything she’d like him to do to better this situation.

Paz walked closer. Without a word, she held out her hand to him.

When he stood up, she hugged him tighter than he could ever remember.

Miles returned the hug with just as much force burying his face in her hair.

He was forgiven 

Miles went to the car next and pulled out their son.

The poor boy was wary of him after his last interaction with his father.

Miles kissed him on the forehead and hugged him tight, eliciting those absolutely adorable giggles from his son who wrapped his little arms around his neck, nuzzling into his shoulder.

Paz did have some request that they talked about later that night

She didn’t want Miles working anything longer than forty hours a week.

Even if he was tired she wanted him to spend time with their son every day whether that was giving him breakfast in the morning or getting him ready for bed at night she didn’t care. As long as Miles was there for him.

At the very least Miles could cook dinner on the weekends, or take them out or something. Just as long as Paz didn’t have to cook three square meals every day

Paz wanted him to pay her to stay at home. This whole experience had really shaken her and if they hadn’t made up, she had no idea what she was going to do financially with a toddler and a baby to support on her own. So in case Miles ever seriously screwed up again she could at least have a safety net if she needed to get away in a hurry with the kids.

“Oh and when the new baby is born you're taking paternity leave for at least a month.”

#miles quaritch #spider socorro #miles spider socorro #colonel miles quaritch #paz socorro #avatar 2 #miles quaritch x paz socorro

[treacletartlett]

Messmaker

It’s been a long day and Harry wanted you to see how beautiful you actually are and relieve you from your stress, so he made you look at yourself the whole time in the mirror in front of his bed while touching you, mostly making you ride his thigh.

It’s Monday, meaning the week just started.

You were already tired from classes and just wanted to spend time with Harry, but since that wasn’t possible, you had to distract yourself by daydreaming about him until school is over.

Deciding after class was over that you were going to do your homework outside on the courtyard and shower afterward resulted in you walking right past Harry, without seeing him, and hurrying to finish your homework.

Confusion took over Harry, you always acknowledge each other in the halls, even if you don’t have the same classes that day, so he immediately thought something was wrong, worst case is that you’re mad at him.

Following you through the hall, he knew you were burned out, and all he wanted was to relieve you from the stress.

When he caught up to you outside you were about to sit down. “Hey baby,” he said while wrapping his hands around your waist and pulling you in, kissing your forehead and rubbing you gently.

Your mood immediately got better. Harry was always the only one who could turn you happy and consoled in seconds. A smile took over your face while you snuggled closer up to him, wanting to feel all his warmth.

“Hey Harry, I really needed that hug you know.” You looked up to him, your bag dropped on the grass next you, but every necessity in it flying to the back of your mind.

The sky was murky, but it was just a bit chilly. Though you still kept a tight hold on Harry, indicating for him not to let you go. The grass was a bit damp and the benches occupied, keeping you from actually sitting down and studying, ruining your plans.

Outside is really the only place where you do most of your homework. The environment calming and not as noisy as the common room, making it easier for you to concentrate.

The tight hold of Harry’s arms around you was really appreciated. His head leaned on your shoulders while his arms kept running up and down your back.

“I know baby, I was worried you were mad or something was wrong because you when I saw you in the hall you walked past me,” a hint of relief was riddled in his words, making guilt bubble up inside you.

“But I know now that you didn’t see mee, although I still sense some stress on you. I just want to make it go away.” His words were slightly muffled by him talking against your shoulder, but you still understood every word.

Considerate isn’t enough to describe his caring for you, you were always so grateful for having him as your boyfriend. Being in the same group of friends helped your relationship come together but there has always been a different vibe between you two and the rest.

Everyone knew you two were in love with each other.

“You’re right. Thank you, for this I mean, and everything else. I just don’t know what it is. I’m so tired all the time and never have motivation for school and it’s just Monday,” harry listened intently to your little rant. “I don’t want to be a burden since I know everyone is struggling, but I just don’t know what it is.”

he hugged you even tighter "baby don't say that. you could never be a burden you know. I'm here to make you feel better, yeah?" you nodded against his shoulder.

you two walked back to harry's dorm, already getting comfortable and taking off your school uniform, planning to put on one of his sweatshirts. harry mimicked, but before you could start to clothe yourself he stopped you, half naked himself, and pulled you in by your hips. he grinned, his mouth an inch from yours, and rubbed up and down your sides while holding you close to him.

"oh harry, what are you doing?" you asked, giggling, smiling against his lips and kissing him once. you rested your arms against his chest and laid your head on his shoulder.

"just holding you baby." harry said in a soft voice. he backed both of up to his bed and turned while dropping so you sat on his lap. he caressed you while leaving kisses everywhere on your head.

"just let me make you feel better, okay?" he mumbled.

after nodding harry laid you down on the bed while standing up and turning the life-size mirror beside his bed to face it, making you see yourself, half naked and pale from winter in your bright pink underwear. your hair was already messy and there was a red tint on your cheeks and nose from the cold. harry sat down again, examining both of you in the mirror.

"God, you're so beautiful y/n. look at you, can you see?" he pointed out, completely mesmerised by your beauty. it felt good knowing the person you've been yearning for your whole life feels equal to you as you do him, having not had that experience before enhances this moment.

he moved to sit on top of you, where the curve of your ass starts. his hands stroked your back, almost like giving you a massage but much better, and he leaned down just enough for his hot breath to fan over your ear and neck, making goosebumps rise on your skin. a soft moan escaped your mouth, the feeling of harry everywhere.

"do you like this?" harry asked, only wanting to satisfy you in every way possible. he began lifting you at your waist, making you sit up on your knees and hands, ass against harry's crotch. "yes, yes, I do." you answered, not wanting to talk, not wanting to do anything beside harry.

he started moving you against him slightly, resulting in minimal friction. you wanted more, already feeling the need for him grow and grow by every excruciating second. he seemed to know exactly what you need, just like always, and moved you in a way that you're on his lap, harry seated in front of the mirror having you both facing it, on his right thigh.

you turned your face towards him, confusion and excitement lingered in your expression. harry faced you and pecked your lips, a small smile breaking through his expression. "I want to show you how beautiful you are love, please." he said to you, softly.

you hummed back as your response, your head suddenly feeling so heavy, leaning down. your hair was everywhere, and that only enhanced the feeling of something more in the air.

then, harry's hand traveled down, and pushed your panties to the side, leaving you bare on his leg. His fingers wrapped tightly around your hips, and he guided you on his toned thigh, making you ride his leg, and every time you looked down he would pull your hair slightly, just enough for you to look up at yourself again in the mirror.

You looked like a mess.

Long hair was all over the place, sweat laced all over your almost naked body, lips red and wet and puffy from biting down on them. Your feet couldn’t quite reach the floor since you were on top of Harry’s leg which is much taller than yours.

Green eyes met yours in the mirror, Harry smiled up at you, seeing the mess you’re in. then, his fingers connected with the clasp of your bra, undoing it. you let it fall to the ground, exposing your hard nipples. in the mirror, harry watched you intently. you saw his eyes travel up and down, lingering on all your spots. his gaze focused and mesmerised, his hair shining in the little light you had, his eyes so beautiful.

The sight of him could make you cum.

His hair messy as always, his lips also red and plumb from making out earlier, you could very clearly see his hard erection. “I’m so lucky to always look at you when you’re like this. Don’t you think? Aren’t I the luckiest guy?” He kissed your neck repeatedly, slowly dragging his kisses down to your chest.

“Y-yes, you're right, Harry.” You breathed out.

The fingers that were wrapped around your hips forced your hips still, making you stop moving in his thigh. Feeling your release slip away you groaned. “Harry, please don’t stop.” You pleaded.

Harry just chuckled against your neck "I'll never." and turned you around, making you face him instead. both your legs placed on either side of his hips, he lowered his boxers, freeing his erection. he looked at you, making sure this is what you want, and when you eagerly nodded and kissed him he lifted you just enough to make you sit down on him.

you both moaned, foreheads resting against each other's. harry gripped your face and looked at you lovingly before kissing you passionately. "does this feel good baby?" he asked, breaking the kiss.

you tried to muster up a reply, your brain scrambled by the feeling of him inside you. a faint "yes." the best thing coming out of your mouth.

harry smiled at you, turned you around and held you tight against him, fucking you just right. he found a steady pace he held and kissed you hard. the sound of skin on skin and both your moans and breathing filled the room, any concern of people hearing you non-existent.

you felt your orgasm building up with every thrust. pressure growing in your abdomen, you held onto harry's hair and back, probably leaving red scratch marks on it, but not caring less.

"harry, I think I'm going to-", "so come baby, come on." harry cut you off. with that, you did. harry's command making you come undone more violently than you thought you could.

he felt you gripping him hard, the feeling of you on him much more intensified. when he felt you shaking underneath him he came, hard. his pace became sloppy until there was no rhythm at all, and he was just riding out both of your orgasms, driving into you violently.

when you both felt it wear off he slowed until stopping, dropping softly on top of you, holding you close to him. he stroked your hair back from your face and places gentle kisses alongside your face.

"did that help?" he muttered, both of you too tired to do anything. you turned to him, smiling "yeah, thank you harry." you kissed him. you could never get enough of each other.

"for what? i loved it just as much. did you see how beautiful you are?" he chuckled against your neck, holding you tight.

"you know how pretty you are, harry? you always talk about me, but we never talk about you." your smile reaching your eyes, making them look even brighter.

harry laughed softly, kissed you on your swollen lips gently and answered after a minute "that's because I like talking about you."

#harry james potter #harry potter #y/n #lovers

[ribbondee]

PMATGA: Betrayus and Stratos headcanons

BETRAYUS:

White Pac Worlders are referred to as "blanche", and it is basically the Pac Worlder equivalent of albinism. It is extremely rare, and only a few hundred known cases (including Betrayus and Dr Pacenstein) have ever been observed. The cause is unknown, although it could possibly be genetic.

When he's drunk, it can range from telling Buttler and Buttocks how much he loves and appreciates them, to going onto depressed rants about the war or his painful childhood.

("Mummy always liked Stratos best! WAAAAAAH!" Buttler: *is gently giving him pats on the back* "There there sir...")

When he's high, he tends to be giggly and find everything hilarious.

Whenever he's under the influence, sometimes he calls the Round House's hotline (I headcanon that there is one lol) and you can probably guess how that goes. ...then again he likely calls it when he's sober anyway just to prank call Stratos. Constantly.

Occasionally, he throws Netherworld-wide parties so wild and loud, they can faintly be heard on the surface.

When he cries, steam comes out. (yeah yeah I know we've seen him cry actual tears in the show, but I like the idea of crying steam better haha)

He can't use a Pacphone without help (not just because he's the Pac World equivalent of a boomer; also because his prosthetic hands do not register on the touch screen.)

He pronounces meme as "mee-mee"

He was bullied heavily as a kid for his lack of pigmentation, and that coupled with the parental neglect he suffered from/not being the favorite child has further contributed to his warped psyche. Another result of his childhood trauma is severely stunted emotional growth, making him the man baby that he is. Of course this far from excuses his actions, especially since he shows absolutely no remorse whatsoever.

His attempts to be 'hip and fresh' with the 'kool kids' always turn out horribly. (*Insert a Betrayus version of the how do you do fellow kids meme*)

I have a feeling that if PMATGA wasn't a kids show, he'd have a VERY foul mouth. VERY.

He cannot stand being touched, unless the person in question is a significant other.

He is bisexual, although it would be difficult for him to pour 100 percent of his love into someone besides himself (not only simply because he's an asshole. He just doesn't like people getting close to him.)

He was born on a Friday the 13th, AND during a full moon.

He is prone to night terrors and has been ever since he was little.

STRATOS:

The feelings of hatred Betrayus has for his brother isn't mutual. Stratos DOES still love his brother, hence why he allowed B's soul to be sent to the Nether Realm instead of destroyed for good. As we all know, that was a grave mistake (ba dum tss).

It pains him deeply to see how Betrayus turned out, and feels guilty for possibly having a hand in it.

He had an afro back in high school, and deeply embarrassed by the memory. He also went through a goth phase at one point (so did Betrayus, but he obviously never outgrew his).

Back when they still served as generals together, there was one night they both got wasted and sang shanties at the top of their lungs.

He never actually intends to give the Ghost Gang their bodies back being the liar that he is.

That being said, he more than likely has more to him than we've seen thus far, and it wouldn't surprise me if he had a few skeletons in his closet...

If there is anything that haunts him for the rest of his life, its his brother's screams and shrieks of agony as his soul was forcefully ripped from his body (that moment when you realize a character was basically executed for war crimes in a kid's show. Gosh I love it lol)

He is completely asexual.

He once let an F bomb slip on live tv; he didn't realize the camera was rolling. It became a huge meme just minutes after it happened much to his humiliation.

Stratos wasn't always the responsible one... once when their mother was away a teenage Stratos decided to throw a party at their house. It got out of hand VERY FAST. The house was covered in toilet paper, windows were shattered, someone spray painted a dick on the bathroom wall, and the bathtub was full of poop and vomit. Overall, the house smelled like a crude mix of puke, pee and pot. The neighbors called the cops, which is how Rotunda found out before Stratos could get things sorted out. It was possibly the only time Rotunda was ever actually mad at him. Also during said party, a very drunk Betrayus thought it would be funny to snort chili powder. He ended up in the hospital. Fun fact: It was actually Stratos who dialed 911 for his brother. Awww.

HEADCANON THAT APPLIES TO BOTH OF THEM:

They shared a room growing up, and it wasn't fun for either of them. One half of the room was decked out with posters and awards and was always neat, while the other was in constant disarray and the only noteworthy thing were a few Pac Pong trophies that nobody ever paid attention to, not even their mother. In the present day the room is still how they left it. Stratos' side is well cared for, while Betrayus' side is dusty...

#pmatga #pac man and the ghostly adventures #betrayus #stratos spheros #pacman #pmatga headcanons

[margotquinsel]

Modern Encanto AU

Chapter 8 Not what we were expecting

After Agustin Phoned his wife they met up and walked to the cabin. It was quite a long walk but Agustin didnt mind, Julieta and Isabela however.

"My feet hurt.." Complained Juileta.

"Mine also hurttt!"

"Stop copying mee."

"Im not copying youu, your copying mee."

"Oh look the cabin is over there." Agustin lied to try to stop whatever was going to happen between them.

"Are we there yet?" A tired Mirabel asked.

"Almost, Mariposa," A cheerful Juileta said, she was happy because the first thing she wanted to do when they got to the cabin was to throw herself on to her new bed, little did she know that their cabin was still 10 minutes away."

"Pa?"

"Si Mi flor."

"Can you still see the cabin."

Agustin froze.

"I- well uh-."

Luisa must of read his mind cause she said,

"Isa theres a bunch of cabins. how is Pa supposed to know which one is ours?"

"He said he could see it, so obviously he knows which one it is."

Agustin gulped. Yes he knew where they were going but he didn't know what the cabin looked like. How is he supposed to know when theres the same cabin everywhere?

It was like copy n paste copy n paste copy n paste.

Mirabel got tired of walking and wanted some drama, she thought for a while for the perfect idea.

Run off? No

Jump on Isabela? No

Jump on Mama? NO

"Hmm."

"Anything the matter mariposa?"

Mirabel lifted her head to see her mother staring at her with a look that shes always hated, the family called it:

"The Meddlesome stare."

Mirabel zoned out and when she zoned back in she could see the shear fear in her mothers eyes.

"Whats wrong?" That was a stupid question to ask she thought to herself. Julieta hates it when people zoned out and stare at her with big beady eyes, but then again shes scared of everything.

Mirabel looked around her to see if it could of been something else.

She then heard a loud thud followed by gasp, she turned round to see that her mother had tripped up on a small stone and Luisa was helping her back up.

But Julietas bags were not what Luisa was expecting, as soon as she held out her hand for her old mother and her mother grappled on, Luisa fell face first.

At this time Isabela wanted her fathers attention just to herself and thought now was a perfect time, so she clung on to her fathers arm.

"Hey Pa." She said with a beaming smile

"Hey Amor, whats got you so happy?"

"Being here with you, I think we need some father daughter time. Just us. No one else. "

"Ay, thats a good idea but you know how your mama gets when I'm not with her."

(If your wondering why its because shes worried that he might get in a really bad car crash or get hurt.)

Isabela groaned. She hasn't had a day with her Pa in ages.

The last time she hung out with him was way before Mirabels birth, and ever since she hasn't really spent time with him.

Mirabel was a special baby and needed attention 24/7 just in case something bad happened. And Isabela got jealous,. Really jealous.

After around 5 minutes the family was finally at the cabin.

The cabin was..... Not what they were expecting.

The cabin had two greenish blueish doors, A patio, and what really surprised them was the mailbox. The cabin did look sturdy, it was made out of logs which didn't surprise them, it was in the middle of the woods.

Underneath the patio was a door.

"Look!" Mirabel exclaimed.

The family stared at her then at the at the door she was pointing to.

"It looks like the door from coraline!"

Mirabel has always been obsessed with the movie. And when she saw it she got excited.

Before Agustin could unlock the door there was a loud squeaky noise, in which Agustinn thought was one of the workers in a mickey mouse but instead it was their new neighbour. (Not for long)

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[arrowflier]

Hello!!! I have a prompt request. When Ian and Micky get their baby (cause they will be parents) how do they agree in the name?

“Mickey, there’s got to be a name you like here somewhere,” Ian said flatly. There were at least four different books of baby names spread out before them on the coffee table, interspersed with handwritten lists on torn notebook paper.

“We’ve been through the options a million times, why won’t you just help me decide?”

“Cause they’re weird fucking names, that’s why,” Mickey groused for the third time that hour. “Why can’t we just name the kid somethin’ normal?”

“Like what?” Ian asked, exasperated. “You already said no to like, half the most popular names of the year.”

Mickey snorted.

“Yeah, cause we ain’t namin’ our kid after a hobby, or a natural fucking disaster.” He caught the set of Ian’s chin, and added, “or a fruit, goddamnit Ian!”

“Hunter and Storm are perfectly good names,” Ian muttered. “And I still say that—”

He cut off when Mickey stomped forward, jabbing a finger into his chest.

“If you name our daughter Roma because of your fucking tomato obsession, Ian,” Mickey hissed, “I swear to fucking hell I’ll divorce your sorry ass.”

Ian rolled his eyes.

“At least you’re not threatening to—”

“AND murder you!”

They stared each other down, faces inches away. Ian’s chin jutting out, Mickey’s eyebrows twitching.

Then they sighed in unison, and backed down.

“What about—”

“Not naming her after your sister, Ian,” Mickey vetoed.

Ian hummed acknowledgement.

“Then maybe—”

“Or mine,” Mickey added, shaking his head. “Gotta have their own name man, we agreed we weren’t doin’ the junior thing here.”

Silence.

Mickey sighed.

“I guess we could do something like—”

“Mickey, I said no gun names,” Ian reminded, and they both fell quiet again.

Something tugged on Mickey’s pant leg, near the knee, as he stood there thinking. Quick and sharp, to grab his attention, little fingers poking his leg through the denim as he looked down into deep brown eyes.

“Little busy, brat,” he said, all fondness, reaching down to muss her hair.

She tugged again, undeterred.

“Come on, give your old man a break,” he laughed. “We’re tryin’ to name your little sister here.”

Brit frowned, lower lip stuck out comically, and gave one more tug hard enough that he reached for the waist of his pants just in case, ignoring Ian’s choked laughter.

“What has gotten into you?” Mickey muttered, and finally crouched down to Brit’s level.

“Alright, you’ve got my attention, kid,” he said seriously. “Now what the fu—” he looked up at Ian, “—udgecicle do you want?”

“Mee nah,” Brit responded solemnly.

Mickey blinked.

“Mina?” he repeated, then looked up at Ian. “Wait, was that one of the ones you were sayin?”

Ian shook his head.

“No,” he said slowly, “but I…kind of like it?”

“Yeah,” Mickey said, looking at the daughter again, who was watching him with wide eyes. “Me too.”

“Like Mandy and Fiona put together,” Ian mused.

“Or Monica,” Mickey countered, “and Laura.”

Ian smiled.

“Mina,” he echoed, almost dreamily. “I think that’s it. I think that’s her name.”

Brit made a noise.

“Yeah, you like that brat?” Mickey said, still looking at Ian. “Cause I think it’s pretty coo—”

“ME!” Brit screamed suddenly, stomping hard on Mickey’s foot. “NOW!”

“Fuck!” Mickey yelped, hopping back and shaking out his foot. “The fuck was that for?”

“Meeeee!” Brit howled, head thrown back and everything. “Play with meeee noooow!”

Then she ran from the room like a little tornado, shoving books off the table as she went, and thundered up the stairs to her room as her fathers blinked after her.

After a second, Ian huffed, a short escape of air. Then he did it again, and again, until his laughter was unmistakable.

“Ian,” Mickey said warningly, “Your daughter just assaulted me, what the fuck is so funny?”

“Sorry,” Ian bit out, “Sorry!”

Mickey waited for an explanation, arms crossed, but the laughter only got worse.

“We just named our daughter,” Ian gasped out in the midst of his hysteria, “after her big sister’s tantrum.”

Mickey’s lips twitched, even as Brit’s wailing got louder.

“Guess we did,” he agreed, and finally started to chuckle. “But you heard the little lady,” he added, shoving Ian toward the door Brit had run through, “it’s her turn now.”

#doesn't really fit the vibe of the day lol #but that's okay I think you guys need to cool down a little anyway😂 #daily speedwrite #fanfic #gallavich #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #original child character

[black-bhabie-2000]

Hii! I would like to request accidental stimulation in public by fem reader (may be she doesn't pay much attention that time about this? Or u choose ) & and then may be the Guys get flustered about this and they try to get close & get some stimulation with their S/O till they get home and then we can go all NSFW 😛 with KENNY, CHIFUYU, BAJI, MITSUYA please ♡♡ thank you for your time. Have a greattt day☆ xo

I hope I had the right idea with this.. thank you for being my first ask and sorry if it isn't right I did the ones I know and I hope you request again..

Mitsuya

You and Mitsuya have been dating for a while and you've gotten to see every side of him. Including what he's like outside of his Toman persona but you guys were about to hit an even bigger milestone. He invited you to his house. You were brimming with excitement. You stopped at his club after school to walk with him. He spotted you " Just a sec babe, alright make sure to not hurt yourselves and anything you mews up let me know so I can help you tomorrow. " with that He grabbed his stuff and grabbed your hand pulling you alongside him. The walk to his house wasn't long. You guys walked in and changed to his slippers and he led you to his room. "Feel free to look around." He said with a smirk. You laughed " How did you know !" He smiled and closed the door. You waited to see if he was going to com back in and he didn't. So you started snooping. The first thing was dirty magazines but sadly he hide them to well but you came across something better. In his closet was a bag with your name on it. What else could you do but open it and inside was the prettiest dress you've ever seen. You immediately stripped not paying attention to the door that was slowly opening and started putting on the dress. Once on you realized it really emphasized you curves and was a little too tight in certain areas. The whole time your tugging and trying to make it fit right. Your boyfriend is on the floor watching the show your putting on. " Wow you look hot babe" you turned around flushed and embarrassed. You forgot he would eventually come in. " You look very sexy in the clothes I made for you but it looks like it needs some adjustments " he smirked and stood up slowly walking to you. Your body moving backwards till your against the wall . Mitsuya leans in his hair tickling the side of your face. He grabs your side his right hand slowly sliding down your back and he whispers in your ear. " We're going to have to rip this off and start from scratch ." Let's just say you reached more than one milestone that day and Mitsuya makes you wear the clothes he designs on dates.

Baji

You and Baji have been in the same class for 2 years and yes yall both dumber than a bag of rocks. Only thing is you were more popular because of how cute your actions were. While baji was just weird. You asked Baji out and much to your surprise he said yes. You didn't know about Toman or that he looked like out of school until he asked you on a date to an amusement park. He told you his gang was going to be there and you excited about going on your first date pulled all the stops. Im talking about cute thigh highs, brand new skirt with a baby doll top that showed off your rack quite nicely 😏. Your makeup was beat in and you snuck into your older sisters makeup for the spray that would make sure your face wouldn't melt. Your accessories showed off you curvy and cute form. You hadn't seen Baji after-school and neither had he seen you. So you arrive at your meeting spot and couldn't see him. So you waited. You hadn't noticed the group of boys next to the fountain you walked past or kept circling. Draken called attention to you first with a nod in your direction "she's cute '

Takemitchy gasped "don't say that what about Emily " Draken laughed "like Mikey would let me date his sister " Mikey silently smiled to himself ready to go into the amusement park cause he was hungry. "Baji how long is your girlfriend gonna take, we've been out here for 20 minutes " Mikey whined. I don't know man she said she was here maybe I should call her ?" Baji responded. "You should've called her in the first place" chifuyu replied. Baji typed in your number and flipped chifuyu off with lead int the guys chuckling. You had hit the roundabout and stopped in your tracks a few feet in front of the boys. You picked up your phone in a hurry and answered it . You were kinda irritated " if you weren't going to be here , you shouldn't have wasted my time dumbass and hung up on him. Baji ofc looking at you and also stunned that you cussed at didn't say a word. Better yet all the boys were looking at you because one there was no way Baji pulled a baddy like you and two did you just cuss him out. You were Bout to storm off . When Baji caught your arm and spun you around, pulling you into him. You were shocked cause one wo to was this hot ass stranger and why was he so close. You went to yell at him and " hey babe if I knew you were going to get all filled up. I wouldn't have invited the gang and 'he leans I a little too close ' we could've went to my place for a study Date. He said gazing deep in your eyes and you knew exactly what he meant and it was for sure not studying. You pulled back half in shock cause you recognized his voice anywhere and damn you got lucky. You slapped Bajis chest ' hmph show me your friends dummy and walked away. Baji chuckling behind you , slyly gripping your hand. " Hey Draken the hot babes mine "

DRAKEN (kenny)

It was a comfy afternoon , the sky was gray and it was raining true peace. Well as peaceful as it gets in the red light district. You followed Draken all the way to his house and then hid when he got out. You walked around till you met the front desk clerksman and he recognized you. Though you didn't know how . He offered you some tea and led you to Drakens room. " I don't know when he'll be back and I'm not calling him so stay comfortable " he shut the door and left . You were in Drakens room your excitement trumping your guilt because you followed your boyfriend outta jealously. " It's so neat in here" you announce to yourself in a slight mischievous tone. Looking around cautiously you start to what any girl in her boyfriend would do . Look for evidence, not bad evidence but evidence. You had been strategically Looking and putting everything back in its place just in case he might get upset with you for Looking through his stuff. You did find a porn Magazine that showed you why he was dating you. You fit the body type of the page with white residue on it to a T . I mean her ass was a bit bigger but hey what's a girl to do. You had now moved on to store i.e. his closet . You opened and marveled at how many of those damn black and white jackets he has like damn Boi buy another color shit. You now completely forgotten you are trespassing cause your boyfriend doesn't know you are there. You start to strip and try on his clothes. Draken was making his way home it was still light outside and plus he needed to Chang into his toman uniform because Mikey wanted to meet up tonight. He was in the building heading up the elevators. Wondering why he hasn't heard from you all day. TF were you doing 😒, were you mad at him. He doesn't really know or care . He's just pissed you hadn't texted him all day. "I'm going to punish that brat next time I see her 😏" the elevator door opened and he stepped off with a pep in his step to change a little faster and head to your house and mess with you before the meeting. He walked up to the desk .

You had lost track of all time and now was getting ballsy. You half naked was about to put on his toman uniform. All your sanity is apparently out the Window cause you are giggle Loud as fuck. Your couldn't fit the pants but his jacket and boots fit nice and the way your ass looked hanging out the bottom of the jacket oof girl, you left it open revealing your bust just enough and you had your hair in a pony tail trying to mimick your boyfriends hair. ' I'm Draken and Mikey is my leader and son and if you wanna hurt him you gotta fight mee grrr"... you had your fist up and a very sad attempt of a bad ass face. You currently fake fighting and giggling like an idiot had no idea Draken had been watching you since you put your hair in the pony tail. (Stealthy bitch) you turn around doing a bad ass kick and scream and dive to his bed and cover yourself up. " WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE. YOU DIDN'T CALL OR TELL ME YOU WERE COMING " Draken laughed " Sweetcheeks this is my room' he approached the bed and ripped the covers off of you. You squirmed away from him till your head hit the wall. Giving Draken enough Time to place himself over you." Well hey there babe , you look pretty sexy in my uniform " his hand trailing up the side of your thigh. " I have 1 and 45 before the Toman meeting that's enough time to show you my bad ass skills huh sweetcheeks" you gasped .......... Draken was very late to the meeting that day and your brother was pissed when you went home the next day but shit that was the best sleep you ever had 😏😏😏😉🤷🏿‍♀️

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[mcfreakin-bxtch]

Playing with Fire

Part Five of the Just this Once Series

Warnings: Smut (no actual smut tho guys sorry), Masturbation (f), Teasing, Language, Dirty talk, Terrible Star Wars knowledge

Word Count: 2.3K+

Summary: A tease through the links and a bet fulfilled. 

A/N: This chapter is a little short, but I hope you all enjoy! This may seem a little anti climatic and messy but that’s on me guys, that’s my bad. Also this may seem different in tone if that makes sense? The next one will be more smutty goodness but with some injuries (and yes i used another random star wars planet don’t kill mee)

You’ve finally figured it out.

After about a week of travelling to your next destination, it finally occurs to you to just play at his own game. You know—fingering you in a crowded cantina, smirking to himself while you struggled to stay quiet in that fucking booth...  

But first, you must say that Edis is a strange place. Rain falling at every hour with apparently no signs of ever letting up, and the humidity is unforgiving—how Mando is handling it in all that armor and padding, you’re almost too afraid to ask, because there’s just no way that he’s comfortable, and an uncomfortable Mando can lead to a grumpy one. 

Maker you’re grumpy yourself if you’re being honest. The Child has been restless lately, like the heat is getting to him as well, and that’s been taking a toll on your (already) poor sleep schedule; Mando tries to help, but there’s only so much he can do. However, it has given you the chance to think of the perfect payback for your little deal—or bet is a better word—and you gotta say, you’re a little proud of yourself for coming up with this evil—and small—tryst in the first place. 

If it’ll work the way you want it to, time will tell. 

“Were you even listening?”

The modulated crackle startles you from your thoughts. You turn in the pilot’s seat, making contact with the visor and the stiffness of his posture confirms your suspicions—he’s hot and grumpy.   

“Sorry,” you mumble. “Lost in my thoughts.”

He doesn’t acknowledge it. “I’m leaving. They should be nearby, and everything should work out as long as you and the ship stay hidden.”

Like anyone could. Mando isn’t messing around on this one—well, the man doesn’t mess around with anything, actually—and he’s made damn sure that not only are you available with a few weapons nearby (some hidden, of course, just in case), but that the Razor Crest is shadowed by towering trees a bushes in this small part of the rainforest; it’s nearly impossible to even see the gunk through the one of the thickest part of the forest. If anything finds you, they most likely won’t come back alive.     

“Okay. Good luck.”

He gives you one nod and the cape whips as he turns around, strutting towards the ladder as you follow behind. Mando checks on the kid—sitting up in the middle of the haul with a few little toys surrounding him—and gives him a gentle caress of his floppy ear before using his vambrace to open the ramp. He doesn’t give you a glance back, and that’s okay with you, but you can’t deny the slight stinging in your chest when he disappears into the foreign planet.   

“Alright little guy,” you say with a grunt as you plop down on the floor next to the Child. “Let’s figure out what to do.”

***

Ten days. 

Mando has been gone longer on bounties like this, believe or not, but that still doesn’t ease your increasing anxiety when the com link stays silent; you suppose you’re used to the quickness of his updates. 

Today, after hours of entertaining the baby the best you could, you can finally settle comfortably in the pilot’s chair… but now what?

Sleep, your body says, because what else is there really to do? Don’t, your mind tells you, because you have the baby here alone on an unfamiliar planet and anything could happen. A part of you wants to go out and check the foreign terrain. One look shouldn’t hurt—  

“Hey,” his voice speaks through in statics. 

You quickly fumble with the com, feeling like a clumsy mess when you almost drop it in your haste; he’s caught you by surprise, for about the hundredth time. 

“Y-yeah. Yeah I’m here,” you stammer. 

“Not so close,” he tells you, annoyed and tired. 

You wince and pull your hand back from your mouth. “Sorry. Good news, I hope?”

“Yes. And no. It’ll be at least a few days before we’re out of here.”

That sucks.

You suspect that the quarry is indeed with him by the short words, and that’s okay, because with your plan now in the front of your brain, fresh anew like the first time you cococked it in the wake of sleep, washing your quick irritation away, your chance is finally here. 

“Mando,” you say as sweetly as you can—your heart skips a beat when there’s a moment of silence. “They can’t hear me, right?” you continue before you can find out if the com is dead or not. 

This is incredibly risky. Even a little unfair of sorts, given that he’s technically working right now, and that leaves no room for games or distractions—the moment is just too good to pass up.   

Another minute goes by. You sink in your chair in disappointment, ready to admit defeat. 

“Not now.”

Yes. 

“This was part of the deal, Mando,” you remind him. “And I’m already starting to get wet.”

That isn’t a lie. The slickness of your arousal is starting to seep from your core—fourteen days (counting the week it took to get here) is a long time, and as long as you can get him to keep talking, this will work beautifully for you.    

A pause. “I can’t…”

“I’ll do all the talking,” you lick your lips and slink down comfortably, sliding your hand along the length of your neck, imagining it’s his hand wrapping around your throat. “You just listen. You can do that, can’t you?”

You wait, and for a split second you’re afraid that, yet again, you’ve done something wrong. You really have to start working on that.   

“You don’t—”

“Okay.”

Maker. Maker okay. 

“I uh—” what were you going to say to him when you thought of this in the first place? “I… you know what I think about when you’re gone?” You know he can’t answer much, not without giving himself away, but you pause anyway for dramatic effect. “First, I imagine you stalking towards me like you always do… like I’m one of your bounties.”

Your pussy quivers in excitement as you close your eyes and picture him doing just that, sliding your hand down to your chest, groping your covered breast and trying to mimic the same amount of pressure he applies to them—you really wish it was his hand instead. 

“Then you cage me in, leaving me with nowhere to go. There’s a specific type of exceleration to it. One that makes things even more… exciting.” You pinch your nipple and whine, loud enough to give him a good show—Stars you hope that quarry can’t hear you through the baskar bucket of his. “You like to drag it out, to watch me shiver in anticipation, and fuck if I don’t like it either.”

You can hear the light breathing through the comlink. A spark of victory, early victory, runs through your body and straight to your pussy, neglected and hungry for any type of friction. 

“And then,” your hand slides further down to the waistline of your pants, fumbling with the buttons. “You touch me. Softly, at first, because you love to tease—” a barely audible sigh interrupts, bringing a cheeky grin to your lips. “—and I think you’re an ass man, because you never miss a chance to lay your hands on mine.” Your fingers slither their way under your panties; your inner thighs twitch at the first brush of your finger against your aching clit, and more slickness escapes your cunt. “And you ghost your fingers over my breasts, down my stomach, over my hips where you like to grip them tight, to my dripping pussy…”

Not a peep from the com. You’re surprised he’s kept his composure. You shouldn’t be, yet a part of you is. 

“And,” you go on with a moan. “When I feel your thick fingers paw at me, rip my clothes off and fuck my pussy deep, getting me ready for your big cock while your teeth scrapes against my neck—oh fuck…” The curse slips from your lips without warrant; your fingers buried in your pussy like you’re explaining to him. “My fingers are not the same—” you bite down on your lip as you curve your fingers, delicately trying to find the spot Mando finds with precision. “They don’t make me feel as full as yours do. But I’m still fucking myself with them, Mando. While you’re out there, and I’m in here… it sucks, doesn’t it. Having to stay quiet when all’s you want to do is fuck me until I can feel you for days and day after, your cum leaking from me, and who knows, maybe I won’t even let you cum.”

“You will,” he nearly growls, and that’s an early sign you’re in a world of trouble when he does get back. “That’s part of the deal.”

“...What...deal…”

The faint voice cuts in annoyingly, and Mando shoots back with a decent threat that’d make you terrified for your life; again, it’s probably wrong that it does nothing to deteriorate the fluttering of your wet muscles. 

“Keep going,” his tone leaves no room for argument. 

Your fingers move faster. “I think you should be a little nicer to me,” you sigh dramatically. “You’ve been gone for so long, leaving me all by lonesome… you like to do this a lot I’ve realized, leave me high and dry. But you might have a chance to fuck my face if you’re a good boy.”

You have to stifle your giggle at the last bit. 

“Yeah, you’d like that,” you coo. “And I’d swallow every drop.”

A barely audible exhale filters through the link. You’re right there with him, your face scrunched in concentration. 

“I’m happy as long as you’re inside me,” you continue on with delight. “You’re an asshole sometimes, but you can fuck.”

Mando sighs again, this time feigned with theatorical frustration—well in his case, it may be truthful, but it sounds more for the quarry’s (and yours) benefit than the latter.   

This is more of an ego boost for him more than anything as well, if you think about it, but as long as you get him riled up and you cum, that’s enough for you. So you curve your fingers the best you can given the compromised position and flick your thumb against your clit, images of his gloves sliding down your pants in the cantina playing through on repeat. This time you moan louder for your own amusement, imagining him struggle; it’s sweet, sweet revenge. 

“And?” He asks suddenly—calm and steady. 

His voice, even modulated like that, makes your muscles twitch as the coil in your lower stomach boils to a tight flame, and the sloshes of your fingers slinking in and out of you adds to the euphoria clawing through your core. 

“Your cock,” you whimper. “Stretches me out so good every time. You’re so big, Mando, so thick in every way and it feels amazing. I bet you miss the way my sweet cunt clenches around you.” You bite down on your lip to hide a groan, wanting to hear his response as your fingers move even faster, scratching against the itch. “Don’t you?”

Your pussy flutters around your fingers at the first scrape against your sweet spot (finally!), and—well fuck, you’ve never seen much of him to actually picture what his cock looks like driving in and out of you at the verioucious pace he usually chooses, so this is a little bit difficult than you thought it’d be; as long as you keep fucking yourself like this…

“Yes.”

Your breath shakes as you exhale. “Shit I wish you were here right now,” you rub your clit harder. “I-I want you to fuck me so hard when you get back, Mando. Want you to—hmm—to grab me so hard that I have bruises the next day. Use me. And you’d come right in my tight little pussy, isn’t that right?”

You don’t expect him to answer this time. Not when you’re so gone in your little cheraid and your pussy clenches harder and harder until there’s nothing but white noise tying you down to this moment. 

“Fuck. Fuck I’m so close.” 

You try to conjure the feelings Mando gives you—the feel of his hands, pressing down all over you, fingers leaving indents in your skin, his mouth on your neck, biting down on the sensitive flesh until you’re marked; the drag of his cock along your slick walls until there’s tears in your eyes and you can feel him all the way to your cervix. 

“Mando,” you whine, then bite down on your lip again; the Child certainly doesn’t need to hear this. “I… I need to hear you. Say something, anything.”

“Go ahead,” gruffer, close to a grunt—your pussy gushes at that. “Now.”

The command is clear, and it’s not going to take you that much to ride the waves of your orgasm starting to crash down over you. Your moans and whimpers trapped behind tight closed lips and your fingers covered in your juices, it takes a few more curves of your fingers and tight circles on your clit to feel the hard and delectable clench of your inner muscles. 

“Yes,” your body trembles. “Oh Ma—” You hide the rest of the plea behind a muffled scream as short bursts of pleasure sparks through your entire body, your fingers trapped in the squeeze of your cunt as more juices flood down the slope of your ass, milking every drop of your orgasm. 

After a few long moments your tense muscles relax and deflate, relieved and satisfied. Though, the only problem is that it is short lived, an orgasm small enough to hold you over until the real deal comes back. Speaking of…

“Mando?” You breathe. “Still with me?”

“I’ll be there soon. Be ready.” And then nothing. 

Chuckling to yourself, you wince as you slowly pull your fingers out, wiping your slick covered fingers on your pants. 

And now you wait.    

For however long that’ll fucking be. 

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[nostalgiabones]

Home Is Whenever I’m With You // C.H

This is a request from this prompt list, with a few details from the anon that requested it! I really hope you enjoy this. I’m still taking requests so send me a band member and number(s) for a blurb. Also the title came from the song Home by Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros. Feedback is always appreciated! 💞

3. Travelling long distances just to see them

The house didn’t feel the same without Calum.

The scent of his skin mixed in with his cologne still lingered on the bed sheets, on his pillow case; for you to bury your face into whenever you missed him just that little bit extra. Duke felt it too. He’d sleep curled up on Calum’s side of the bed, keeping you company. Mornings were far too quiet; you missed the familiar sound of his singing, whilst he made his first of several coffees for the day. The nights were lonesome too, without the rumbling of bass strings through the house. 

He had only been gone for a few weeks.

FaceTime calls only went so far. You tried to stay distracted with work, or by taking Duke for walks, but every time you returned home it just reminded you that Calum wasn’t there. It wasn’t the first tour he had been on in your relationship, but it was the first since things had gotten a little more serious between the two of you.

Talking to Calum through a screen became more unbearable as time went on; wanting nothing more than to just reach through the phone and hold him.

“Miss you, babe.” Calum murmured from the middle of an unfamiliar bed, in another hotel room, in a different city from when he spoke to you last. He had been in so many hotel rooms, yet they all felt and looked the same to him. “Wish you were here.”

“I miss you too, Cal.” You replied, noticing the dark circles under his eyes, and realising just how tired he looked. “Do you have a day off tomorrow? You look exhausted, baby.”

He shook his head, rubbing his eyes and laying back against the pillows. You couldn’t help but think about laying with him, getting to sleep next to him, and waking up next to him. Most of your deepest conversation happened at 3:00am. When the two of you couldn’t sleep, you’d stay up into the early morning, wrapped up in each other. You’d talk through anything and everything that came to mind. You craved one of those nights with Calum.

“Not tomorrow. But then we’re travelling to New York, and we have the day off after that.” He explained, trying to recall the schedule in his head that he had been told earlier. “I’ll sleep on the flight.”

“Okay, baby. Just make sure you’re taking care of yourself, yeah? I don’t want you burning yourself out already.” You didn’t want to sound like his parent. However, Calum had a tendency to exhaust himself before he realised it was happening. You didn’t want to let him do that again, so soon into tour. “Duke misses you too.”

He jumped on the bed at the call of his name; laying down against your body, his head resting on your arm. “Look, here he is. Duke, it’s pops!”

Calum couldn’t stop himself from smiling at the sight of his two favourite beings, even though it was through a screen. He just wanted to be there; wanted to sleep in your bed, to hold the two of you. His heart ached at the thought. Hotel beds would never compare to how it felt to sleep next to you, no matter how comfortable they were. 

“Duke, I miss you too, bubs.” He smiled, though it didn’t reach his eyes. You just wanted to hold him, to kiss him, and tell him that he was okay. “I’m gonna get some sleep, my love. I’ll call you in the morning.”

“Okay, Cal. Good night, love you.

“I love you too, baby.”

Knowing Calum had gone to bed, you laid in the dark, thinking about how badly you wanted to see him. You knew he’d be in New York in two days time, and that you could get there by then too. Taking a week off of work would be do-able. All you could think about was seeing the smile on his face if you were there.

You dropped Ashton a text, alerting him of your plans and making sure they were okay with the rest of the team. He helped you book a flight, making sure you’d arrive just after they did, and planning with security how you’d get from the airport to their hotel. Everything was in place, and you fell asleep that night knowing it would be your last night alone for a while.

//

The flight felt longer than any other had before. All you could think about was seeing Calum at the other side, getting to wrap your arms around him and force him to sleep. To take care of him for even just a short while, and to get to see him live out his dreams on stage. Getting to see him play live was another thing that could never compare, when experiencing it through a screen. 

You collected your luggage and headed for arrivals; where a member of security would be waiting for you. Pulling out your phone, you desperately wanted to text Calum to tell him you were close to being with him. Surprising him would be much more fun, though. Hearing your name, you attention was pulled from your phone to Ashton standing in front of you.

“Hey, you.” Ashton pulled you into a friendly hug, happy to see you; knowing Calum would be in a much better mood when you got there. “It’s good to see you. I know Calum will feel the same.”

“It’s good to see you too!” You followed along behind him and the security guard; pulling your suitcase along behind you. “Is he okay?”

“We only got to the hotel about an hour ago, I think he crashed. He was in his room when we left.” He replied, your heart simultaneously aching and racing at the thought of seeing him. Even the journey from the airport to the hotel felt like forever. Ashton’s small talk helped to pass the time, catching you up on tour and what you had missed. He helped with your luggage and lead you to the floor they were staying on; taking you to outside of his room. “Cal is next door. You two have fun.”

You said your goodbyes to Ashton, before pulling your suitcase to outside of the next room. Knocking lightly on the door, in case he was asleep, you waited until you heard movement from the inside of the room.

“Ash?” Calum sleepily mumbled out, clearly having just rolled out of bed and expecting that Ashton was checking up on him; like he often did. Calum rubbed his heavy eyes, before peering through the hole in the hotel door. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion when his eyes landed on you, feeling as though he was dreaming. He swung open the door, a gasp leaving his lips as he realised you were really there.

“Hey, Cal.” You murmured, tears springing to your eyes as he pulled you into the room and into his arms. He held you to his chest, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder. He was dressed only in boxers, his skin warm against yours, fresh from taking a nap. His blonde curls were a mess upon his head, begging for you to run your fingers through them. 

“What are you doing here? How did you get here?” He rambled, lifting his head from your shoulder and holding your face in his hands gently. He couldn’t take his eyes away from you. He couldn’t believe you had flown all this way just to see him; it made him want to cry.

“I organised it with Ashton, he helped me plan it out. I decided to come out after you called the other night. Guess I just missed you too much.” You replied, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He still looked half asleep; cheeks rosy and eyes heavy. “You should go back to bed, babe. Sorry I disturbed your nap.”

“Don’t be sorry,” He smiled against your lips, unable to resist kissing you for any longer. Kissing you felt like home, like it expressed everything he had missed about you for the past few weeks. “I’ll sleep better with you here anyway.”

“Go on, get back into bed. I’ll be there in a minute.” You pressed your lips to his in a few more kisses. He whined, not wanting to let go of you for a moment now that he had you. He couldn’t stop kissing you; he wanted to feel the gentle pressure of your lips against his. He wanted to commit the feeling to memory. With a bit more gentle coaxing from you, he reluctantly pulled away and settled back into the bed, waiting for you to return. 

“Hurry, babe.”

You freshened up in the bathroom, changing into one of Calum’s hoodies that he had lying around before joining him.

“Missed you so much.” Calum murmured against your neck, voice thick and ladened with tiredness. It felt good to be holding him. To have him practically laid on top of you; legs intertwined, his free hand in yours, skin touching where ever possible. He was a comforting weight.

“I’m here now.” You smiled against his forehead, before kissing him once more. Stroking your hand through his hair, he sighed in contentment and pulled the duvet over the two of you. He realised that, wherever you were, felt like home. “Get some sleep, my love.”

“Love you.”

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[avmisworld]

Jungkook as your boyfriend:

●     Y'all know Jungkook is MAJOR bf material

●     The cutest bean uwu

●     At the start of your relationship he was probably a bit awkward

●     The poor guy is so inexperienced he forgot what it's like talking to a girl who isn't doing his makeup lol

●     Is scared to do something you won't like so he's always really careful with his words and actions

●     Eventually he'll ease into it and become the shameless loving crackhead you know today

●     But sometimes he'll still get a little shy

●     Whenever he says something too cheesy or makes a cute mistake or you compliment him

●     Always has the cutest bunny smile during these moments

●     Always puts your needs before his own

●     If you're a foreigner, he'll spend hours learning your native language

●     Even though you know Korean and you have no problem communicating uwu

●     Makes sure you're eating well and sleeping enough

●     Even when he's on diets and sleeps two hours a day max :(

●     Always insists to help you even if you don't need it

●     "Y/N, let me help you"

●     "Babe, I'm combing my hair..?"

●     Is always ready to tell you how amazing and beautiful you are whenever you get insecure about your body and talents :'(

●     Is legitimately confused why you would ever be insecure in the first place

●     When he is insecure tho

●     You just tell him the harsh truth

●     That he's the world's cutest, most talented and golden bunny, and he's precious to ARMY and to his members uwu

●     Tells you he loves you at least a hundred times a day just to see you blush and avoid his eyes cutely

●     His favorite thing is making you laugh

●     Loves it when you make him laugh as well

●     He's an hilarious person so he doesn't have to try much to succeed

●     Loves to make funny faces at you during one of your fake-serious banters

●     You two have a shit ton of private jokes (wtf is funny about a plastic cup????)

●     You live on sending each other memes and stupid videos of people falling down stairs lmfao

●     You two are severe crackheads oof

●     It's very likely to find the two of you awake at 3 am having a dance party or karaoke after too much wine

●     Constantly having tickle fights, wrestling matches, pillow fights, what not

●     Do not forget that JK is a savage little shit

●     And that doesn't change because you are his girlfriend *sigh*

●     Teases you about everything and anything

●     Places things high up on purpose just so he can show up later with his chest puffed out and take it down for you with a smirk

●     "Did I hear a damsel in distress?"

●     But makes sure not to take it too far uwu

●     This kid is competitive af omg

●     A relationship with him means turning everything into some race or bet

●     "I bet I can finish this hot dog faster than you"

●     "Whoever brushes their teeth faster gets to shower first!"

●     You see this a lot when the two of you game as well

●     There is no way you can date Jeon Jungkook without playing Overwatch at least once lol

●     Video game tournaments

●     He wins most of the time but if he'll ever lose it's because he let you smh

●     Is competitive also when it comes to other people

●     Always has to prove to you that he's the best and that you made the right choice dating him

●     Like you would ever doubt that pffft

●     Whenever someone impresses you Jungkook would just jump out and be like

●     "That's pretty cool, but did you see the new move I learned?" *breaks neck*

●     Going to a fun fair would just be you going back home with a truckload of plushies from Jungkook winning in all the booths kfkfkd

●     Dates with him are so cute and fun

●     He loves taking you out sm

●     It doesn't matter if it's movie night, ramen dates, dinner dates, lunch dates, beach dates, amusement park dates, coffee dates, workout dates, study dates, ice-skating dates

●     Jungkook's inner child always comes out with you

●     Probably because he never really got the time to be a real child :(

●     You're the only person aside from his members and family who gets to see the real him

●     He's so whipped for you

●     Literal heart eyes

●     Can't stop staring at you with twinkling eyes and a wide bunny smile

●     When you catch him he'll look away and blush but he'll feel satisfied when he sees you blush as well uwu

●     He finds everything you do adorable and can't help but send you bashful laughs and affectionate gazes

●     even if he won't admit it kkk

●     Compliments you all the time

●     Compliments about your looks, your outfits, your smallest, most insignificant achievements uwu

●     Always notices the small things about you that no one else does

●     "Wow, Y/N, these new earrings look so good on you, babe"

●     Basically Jungkook loves to spoil you hehe

●     Buys you presents all the damn time

●     You don't encourage him to do so because you hate feeling like he's your sugar daddy or smth and you aren't with him from his money

●     But he just can't help it when he sees something he knows you'll like

●     Spends more time shopping for you than for himself

●     But it's all worth the gleam of excitement in your eyes when you see his presents

●     Even if you playfully slap him and pout

●     "I told you to stop wasting money on me!"

●     Also makes you his own personal presents uwu

●     Usually gives you them before he goes on tour to cheer you up

●     Anything from portraits of you he drew secretly, to paintings of beautiful landscapes, to songs he wrote for you, to a collage of pictures you took of you

●     Jungkook loves taking pictures and videos of you

●     Takes snaps of you secretly cause he knows you're shy uwu

●     His camera roll and gallery is entirely filled with pictures of you sleeping, eating, laughing, smiling, staring, talking, etc…

●     Plus cute selfies and candid shots of the two of you with huge grins and arms wrapped around each other

●     And memey selfies of the two of you that you would literally bury yourself if anyone would find lol

●     Also has little, random videos of you just scrolling on your phone or something

●     "Y/N, look at mee~~"

●     It's really hard when Jungkook leaves for tour for both of you

●     Late night video calls almost every day

●     Even when Kook is after a concert, with his eyelids sticking to each other like glue π-π

●     Calls you half asleep and the two of you just talk about meaningless stuff until one of you falls asleep uwu

●     Sends you snaps all day of him and the guys and everything they're doing

●     Does it so you'll see he's having fun and staying healthy

●     Wants you to do the same so you send him selfies of you and your boring university lifestyle

●     He insists that he finds it interesting and that he wants to see your face

●     "I can't be deprived of touching you and seeing you! It's too much."

●     Doesn't answer texts ever so you mostly communicate through phone/video calls and snaps/memes

●     When he comes back from tour you wait for him at the airport

●     His face lights up when he sees you and he smiles so wide π-π

●     No matter how exhausted he is he runs to you like a lighting bolt

●     Hugs you tightly and twirls you around while the other members watch fondly

●     One of the few times he'll agree to so much PDA

●     Usually he doesn't really like being too touchy in public

●     But he always holds your hand just to make sure you're next to him, safe and sound uwu

●     Brings you so much souvenirs from his trip abroad to make you feel like you were there with him

●     Snow globes, magnets, clothes, key chains, plushies…

●     All of it to remind you he thought about you every single day he was away

●     When you're together you're so domestic

●     If it's making food together, Jungkook teaching you BTS' newest choreo, working out, or even cleaning the house together

●     Nothing's boring with Jungkook

●     He's a whole different person when you're alone

●     Calls you sweet nicknames like "baby", "babe", "jagi", "princess" and "angel"

●     He's singing all day so it feels like your constantly stuck in "The Greatest Showman"

●     But you can't really complain cause Gukkie's sweet honey voice is your favourite thing to hear

●     Sometimes he'll talk to you in songs only to piss you off

●     But most of the time he'll sing to you when you can't sleep or when you feel sad or sick

●     He'll comb his hands through your hair gently while he sings to you softly *heart-attack*

●     Picks you up all the time

●     It might be because he loves to prove that he's strong enough to protect you and cherish you

●     But also because he loves hearing your shrieks of surprise and soft laughter

●     Piggybacks on the street, carrying you bridal style around the house, lifting you up like a baby in his arms when you playfully fight and twirling you around

●     Just all the time really

●     "Okay, okay, I'm sorry~~ Please let me down"

●     Because you live together when he's in Korea you're always stealing his clothes

●     He pretends to not like it and demands you to give it back to him

●     But if you're ever cold or in the need of some clothing he'll be the first to throw you his wardrobe

●     His slightly possessive nature feeds off seeing you all small and soft in his clothes

●     It probably turns him on tbh

●     Because of this he has a big thing for couple items as well

●     Whether it's outfits, phone cases, lockscreens, accessories, and eventually jewelry (like promise rings uwu)

●     Brags about you to the members 24/7

●     "Look at this picture I took of Y/N when she wasn't looking! Isn't she the prettiest?"

●     "Hyung, did you hear that Y/N was voted for best student in her class? Wah, I was really so impressed! She's a genius."

●     The members high-key tease him for it and say it's annoying

●     But they secretly think it's adorable how happy you make him and adore you so much for it fr

●     You getting along with the rest of the members so well makes Jungkook really happy

●     Even though he might get too protective sometimes

●     Gets jealous often and is horrible at hiding it despite not saying it directly smh

●     Watches from afar when you laugh at something Taehyung says, pinching his cheek lightly

●     His eyebrows are furrowed and he's tonguing his cheek like he always does when he's jealous

●     Eventually he has enough and comes over to you

●     Pecks your cheek or pulls you to sit in his lap and tells everyone about the date you have planned for tomorrow

●     "So, me and Y/N are planning to go to a picnic tomorrow at Han river…"

●     And you're trying so hard not to smile cause he's just being so obvious and you find it cute

●     A few time his jealousy leads to fights tho

●     Fighting with Jungkook in general is a rare occurrence

●     But when you do fight it can get pretty bad

●     Rather than shouting or losing his temper, Jungkook tends to shut himself off when the fight is serious

●     He stays quiet and talks only when it's necessary

●     "Whatever" "Do what you want"

●     It's mostly because he's afraid to say something he'll regret later

●     He'll probably leave the apartment and go to the gym/studio/dorm room to calm down and clear his head

●     Because both of you have big egos, it might take a few days to make up

●     If Jungkook's at fault, he will eventually swallow his pride and apologize to you

●     If it were the other way around tho

●     You're not going to hear a word from him until you admit you were at fault

●     No matter how much it'll hurt him to be away from you

●     Even after the fight is over it might take a little time for things to go back to how they were

●     Because Jungkook's pride and insecurities might get in the way of him approaching you

●     But with enough patience you'll be back to being the inseparable couple you were before

●     In case you think I forgot

●     Skinship is a must in your relationship

●     Jungkook loves to cuddle with you

●     He's always the big spoon, with his hands underneath your (his) shirt, just gently caressing the skin of your stomach and hips

●     Or with you laying on top of his chest, legs tangled together

●     A lot of times cuddling leads to heated make out sessions and even more

●     When he's troubled or exhausted he likes to nuzzle his head in the junction between your shoulder and neck and just breathe you in

●     Tight hugs when you see each other after a while with his hands pressing your face to his chest protectively

●     Back hugs are a must obviously

●     Creeps up behind you when you're working and scares the frick out of you when he wraps his arms around your waist

●     Loves forehead kisses because it's another opportunity to boast about how tall he is smh

●     Also cheek kisses, nose kisses, ear kisses, neck kisses, knuckle kisses and lip kisses ofc lol

●     Kisses you out of the blue and then pretends like nothing happened

●     "Sorry, I couldn't help it"

●     Lots of sweet, soft, loving kisses uwu

●     Has a thing for nibbling/biting you (mostly your earlobe/bottom lip/fingers)

●     Loves giving hickeys oml

●     It fits his possessive nature perfectly

●     The more people know you belong to him, the better

●     Loves when you sit in his lap skdjd

●     He wraps his arms around your stomach and pulls you closer so he can place his chin on your shoulder, occasionally leaving butterfly kisses all over your neck and shoulders

●     Also into cuter things like poking your cheeks when you do something cute, ruffling your hair, tickling you and pinching your cheeks and bopping your nose.

●     When it comes to bed, Jungkook is definitely a dom

●     Just like he is on stage kdkck

●     Puts your pleasure before his own and makes sure you're a 10474859% with whatever he's doing beforehand

●     Sex after a fight or after he gets jealous and needs to remind himself you're only his

●     Dirty talk ahhhh

●     He can also be soft tho

●     Like when he's making love to you omg my hearteu

●     Whispering praises and sweet words in your ear

●     Staring into your eyes with his dark, intense ones

●     Moans alot and likes it when you do too

●     Occasionally he lets you have the upper hand

●     Doesn't spend too much time on aftercare because he wants to go back to holding you as quickly as possible

●     The two of you fall asleep naked with your bodies completely tangled together

●     Also likes showering with you

●     less in a sexual way and more as another opportunity to pamper you

●     Scrubs you carefully and puts shampoo for you

●     Uses soap foam to grow you a fake beard this boi srsly

●     Basically he loves you like no one else and you're destined to be

●     The best boi there is <3

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[sparklecarehospital]

could you maybe ramble off some fun facts about the characters? i rlly love learning abt them and it calmz me down a lot 4 some reason.. if u dont have the energy its ok!!

You have NO IDEA how excited this ask makes me because I LOVE talking about everyone so here's some stuff about Uni and Barry!!! (Also don't worry about me not having energy this is like all I can talk about sometimes)!!!!!!

Barry:

Reads and writes fan fiction about Bingo Bongo Theory, has a crush on Shelldon (a tortoise) and gets mad if you call him a turtle. He actually likes writing a lot, but he's honestly TERRIBLE at it, using overly complex words and bad sentence structure. He thinks he's great and has fun though which is honestly really valid and good

His favorite flower is lavender

His favorite color is orange

Has vivid dreams, usually about situations he's in (like the hospital). He also dreams about people obsessively when he has feelings for them and it makes him really mad. He's had prophetic dreams and they make him really paranoid and it feeds into the fact he thinks he knows everything.

Actually very affectionate if you're close with him, he will give hugs to people if he trusts them but he struggles immensely with touching hands directly unless he trusts you more than anyone on the planet (so if he wants to hold hands with you he's probably deeply in love with you)

He likes 5980's music (which is 80s music on Earth) and is embarrassed about it because he feels it's not good for his Intellectual and Sophisticated Image.

He actually feels a lot of anxiety over some of his interests because he's worried about people thinking less of him.

Has a unicorn stuffed animal named Corny that he was given as a baby

Vegan!!! He doesn't like products that come from orbs.

LOVES when people actually listen to him infodump because it doesn't happen very often!!! He loves talking about science and different kinds of it, especially stuff like outer space and stars and constellations. It fascinates him endlessly and he wants to learn more about the universe

Favorite subject in school was science, still is

He doesn't like saying swear words and this means he won't call the Bitch Sea by its name. He calls it the Dog Sea instead

Uni:

His favorite colors are pink and green

Has a really specific nervous stim which is clenching his upper arm (either one, but usually the left). If he does this he's really nervous or anxious or upset, and it helps him feel better to kinda shield himself like that. (I draw him doing this a lot)

His favorite vegetable and food in general is carrots and anything of the carrot variety. But he doesn't liked canned carrots at all

Favorite flower is roses

Has an OC universe called the Glooneeverse that focuses on his OC named Gloo Mee and one named Sue Nee. Gloo is a cat who lives in a raincloud and cries constantly, and Sue is a dog that is happy and lives in a cloud house with sunshine constantly radiating from her. Gloo and Sue are OCs that Uni has had since elementary school that he used to make comic strips about. He has a lot of little comic books he's made over the years at the hospital about the two of them. He doesn't like sharing them though because he doubts his art a lot.

Always technically crying blood but when he ACTUALLY cries he gets it literally everywhere. He needs to wash things a lot because of getting blood on them (sometimes including Bearry). It's usually his pillow case or gown

He makes puppets of his friends and practices conversations with them whenever he's lonely or needs someone to talk to but doesn't wanna leave his room- which is actually most of the time, he only leaves to eat or go to club or OT. He doesn't loiter around like Carrie does because he's kinda introverted and gets anxious if he's out of his hospital room for too long.

Has really bad insomnia and sometimes passes out from lack of sleep. He takes meds for it but they don't really help. When he does sleep he usually has nightmares

He doesn't need his glasses to get around the hospital because he's memorized the layout, he only uses them when he's making art or gaming or something. He actually doesn't even know what some new patients look like outside of color because what little vision he has is blurry and dim. If he were to leave he'd be REALLY lost and need guidance by someone with good vision

Develops feelings for people really easily. If someone's nice to him he will probably get a crush on them (in the event that they are also a guy) but sometimes he just likes guys randomly. He's had a crush on most guys in the hospital at some point but most of them have faded or become less prominent/irrelevant. The feelings he gets are never very serious and he's actually never been genuinely in love with anybody before!!!!!!

Likes music that is upbeat and poppy and dancey, because it gets him inspired to make art. But he doesn't actually like to dance, just sit there and listen to the music

(almost forgot this really specific one) HAS A HORRIBLE HORRIBLE HORRIBLE FEAR OF ALIENS. Literally horrible. Talk of aliens or UFO sightings makes him REALLY scared, and he hates sci-fi things that have aliens in them. He actually has nightmares about aliens a lot.

HATES horror movies and anything violent, like violent video games. He struggles with playing games where you have to kill enemies because he gets super sad about hurting them. He can play Orbemon though (Spinch Pokemon)

Regarding each other:

Uni is baby spoon when they cuddle

They like looking at the stars together

Barry likes to watch Uni draw and make art

Uni encourages and tries to help Barry improve his writing even if he struggles to comprehend what it says sometimes

They sometimes listen to music together

Uni likes watching top 10 list videos and will put on sciencey ones for Barry to watch with him. Barry really enjoys that!!!

When either of them have a nightmare they go to the other's bed and talk about it and hug it out and sometimes will sleep in the others bed if they're too scared to be alone even after talking about it

They actually like being together a lot. Uni felt really lonely before Barry came, and Barry didn't have a roommate at school either. Even when they're not talking they just enjoy knowing somebody is there if they need to talk

Sorry this took so long for me to write, I'm pretty sure I spent over an hour on it and it's not even everything I could say about them!!! Sorry if this fills anyone's dash idk how to do read more on mobile

#answers #long post #very long post #fun facts #aliens #aliens // #ufos #ufos //

[whosxafraid]

Meme: OTP Parents Meme Status: Open to past, current and plotted rom!ships only URL: @brooklynislandgirl​

who’s the one to wake up the kids:

Maybe some day he won’t wake up an hour or more before dawn. Regardless if he has to report for duty or not.  But today is not that day. But also today? He’s off duty. And that comes with certain extras. Extras like having enough time for morning coffee, getting his run in on the beach, a shower while the butter comes to room temperature on the counter. Getting to actually watch the sun come up while he makes breakfast for his two favorite girls. 

Flatcakes, bacon, eggs. The painstaking process of replicating those bite sized hashbrowns Eire loves so much. Though while the smell and noise alone is enough to wake up her mother, it’s not quite so for the youngest in the house. So while Beth -- after good morning kisses-- moves to make the plates...he shifts out of the kitchen and into the hall. Silent feet on the hallway runner, to push the little girl’s door open. And maybe he’s guilty of a small pause. Guilty of watching the mess of dark hair peaking out from under the covers, still sound asleep. But it’s only a moment. She’s got a volley ball game today after all. And she needs to get up and get going. 

So inevitably a hand finds it’s way to the top of her head. The smallest of shakes. A smile in response to the gremlin like noise he gets in return.

“Up ye ge’ bitten. Breakfast be done. Made ye favorite.”

Five more minutes, da....

She never sees it coming, but the neighbors definitely hear the shreaking laughter of being quite literally tickled awake.

who makes the breakfast:

Most days he’s gone before any semblance of a proper breakfast can take form. Most days it’s left to Beth to fill in the gaps in the morning. Sometimes there’s texts that ping his phone. Complaining mom won’t let her have a bowl of the sugary cereal on the top shelf. That she doesn’t want to eat the monster snot that everyone else calls oatmeal. And those are the mornings he laughs. The mornings that remind him how very different her childhood is and will be in comparison to his own. Those are also the mornings the wee girl is given the same response without fail. 

[ Text: Bitten ] Listen ta ye mother, Eire.

who’s the one cried to for everything:

There are moments that only a mother can handle. Just as there are moments only a father can. And when it comes to Eire, they do their best to be a team. A united front and singular safe haven. But sometimes that just isn’t how the real world works. Because sometimes? Sometimes Da just isn’t there.  And Mom steps in to fill the gaps he leaves. Until most often it becomes instinctive for Eire to seek her mother out in times of upset. Yet still there are still moments only Da can fix. And he does to the best of his ability. Because if Da can’t fix it? No one can.

who’s the more disciplined parent and who’s the more lenient one:

They’re both guilty of folding to the little girls wants as much as they are of putting their foot down. It just depends on the circumstances. What it is Eire wants. Granted while he’ll never admit it, Luka does tend to fold more than Beth over most things. Eire was a gift in more ways than one and when it comes down to it, he does like to spoil her. Give her the things he missed out on. Make sure she knows that he loves her. Through and through, no matter what. Because he is a lovingly doting father but also because deep down...he wants her to have as many good memories of him as she can. Just in case one day, he doesn’t come home. Though really what is the real harm in having desert before dinner every once in a while?

who helps with the science fair:

When it comes to school projects the assitance usually comes from Beth. Though when he is home, Luka will chip in to do any necessary heavy lifting. Beth is smarter than he is, there’s never been any doubt of that. And Luka has no problem following orders when it comes to making sure his daughter gets a good grade. Besides...he was never in a science fair back in grade school. And it’s best to leave such things to the professionals. Though he did have to drag Uncle Creek out of the garage once before Beth could register the fact he’d just offered to wire the volcano to literally explode.

who does baby talk:

Neither. Between reading every parenting book Beth handed or sent him during pregnancy, and Beth’s only personal opinion---Luka quickly picked up the popular understanding that baby talk only holds them back. Though that didn’t stop him from perhaps doing it every now and then in Gaelic. Because what real harm could it do? She couldn’t understand it yet anyway.

who wakes up for midnight feedings:

As often as he was home, they shared the responsibility. Getting up in shifts to feed Eire. Or full fill any other need the child needed. Though sometimes Luka would get up more than his share, to make up for the time he wasn’t there too help.

who’s the one who always worries:

Worry comes in different shapes and forms. 

Worry is phone calls when you can. Worry is text messages at 2am and not getting onto the little person on the other end becuase they should be asleep. Worry is sadness you can’t be there for her first futball game. Worry is arranging small packages to be sent to your own front door. Little presents to remind you still care no matter how many oceans lie in between. Worry is facetime calls when the connections working, and packing in every ounce you can into that fifteen minute call.

Worry is knowing that empty seat next to you hurts the little girl that just scored. Worry is care packages sent with as much of home as you can pack into it, sans yourself. Worry is reminding yourself to believe he’s okay. Worry is knowing one day you might have to be stronger than you actually are. Worry is filling the gaps at missed birthdays and christmas. Worry is putting everyone else before yourself.

Worry is...alot like love. And they both have enough of both in equal measures.

who picks up the kids early from school for some fun:

There are days that are just meant to be spent playing hookie.  Days that jail breaks are aboslutely a requirement. Especially days when daddy is going to be home! Those days are special days. Days that small daughters are picked up from school early for personal reasons, and wisked home to get ready for his arrival. 

Where cupcakes are picked up from the bakery, and left on the counter for dessert. Poster signs are crafted with the upmost of care, matching t-shirts are doned. A snack picked up from the cafe on the way to the strip. And it doesn’t matter how hot it is they stand vigil and wait. Because dinner’s been ordered and timed just right so it will arrive just after the three of them pile in the door. 

Yes somedays jail breaks are most certainly required.

who’s the competitive parent:

I still do not understand this question. I apologize.

who kisses the ouches:

He wasn’t there the first time she road a bike. He wasn’t there when she fell and scraped knees and bruised elbows. He wasn’t there when she fell out of that tree in the back yard and broke her arm. He wasn’t there when she took a ball to the face and got a shiner for her successful block. He wasn’t there when that boy in her class broke her heart. He wasn’t there for so many ouches....but her mother was. And everyone knows mother’s have the best remedies for all sorts of hurts.

who’s the sucker for the puppy eyes:

Mom is immune to her charms. So she waits until her father comes home. Waits til his boots are set by the door, the cover and jacket hung neatly. She waits until he’s had his shower. Until dinner’s been eaten and cleaned up after. She waits until he’s settled on the couch. Book in hand and ready to sign off entirely for the day. 

She waits only a little while more before pouncing. The big eyed little pout that she got from her mother.  Hands tightly clasped together as what she wants comes spilling out of her mouth.

“Da...can I pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeasee get a puppy? I promise to take care of it.”

who makes the “dad jokes”:

Uncle Andy, and they are the worst of the worst dad jokes. Seriously he got whip cremed once. And it was unanimously decided it was well derserved. Even if Uncle Baz frowned at the waste of sweet goodness.

who embarrassed their kid for fun:

Eire is never embarrased on purpose. For any reason.

who’s the over protective one:

The state of the art alarm system isn’t over protective. It’s responsible. The motion triggered lights in the back yard aren’t over protective. They’re prudent. Cadence who sleeps in the hall between bedrooms isn’t over protectiveness. It’s safer. The GPS in Eire’s watch isn’t over protectiveness. It’s rational. The corner guards still stuck to the marble bar end since she was born isn’t over protectiveness. It’s common sense. The outlet blocks, the calling when you get there rule, the we have to mee them first stance. None of that is overprotective it’s just sensible.

No one in the O’Rian house is overprotective. 

Not one bit at all. 

Why in the world would you think that?

who’s the “take a sweater!” parent: 

The words ‘take a sweater’ had never crossed their lips until they visited New York for christmas that first year Eire was old enough to travel properly. But the moment it did was kodak. Excited to see the snow and make snowmen she’d run for the door hopping into brand new boots bought special for the trip. Her mother half tripping to get a hat on her head (Auntie Jay managing a glove) as she runs by. A little hand almost completely round the door knob before a choir from from behind her has her stalling. All six adults standing in the kitchen with varying versions of stop right there written into the lines of half smiles and withheld laughter.

           “Take your jacket!”

#brooklynislandgirl #morgansmornings #tarnishedhalo #[ tagged for mention ] #He Doesnt Know How Heaven Could Be Better Than Her || Beth and Luka #Traveling Soldier || Military AU [ Closed ] #Return to Sender || Answered Asks

[ladyamela]

Hold! Who goes there? Why, is that Améla Ashcraft the Lady of the House of  Ashcraft of Each Reach? They do look poised for a woman of 27 years. Don’t they call her the confident and curious broken bird? I’ve heard they’re also cautious and humble though, don’t take my word for it but they do look an awful lot like Lily Collins.

TW: Death and depression

Basic Info:

NAME:  Améla Sérafin Ashcraft

PRONUNCIATION:  ə-MEE-lee-ə,  seh-RA-fyeen

TITLE (IF THEY HAVE ONE, OCCUPATION IF NOT): Lady Ashcraft of Each Reach, Lady in Waiting for Princess Josefin Stoneward

AGE: 27

PLACE OF ORIGIN: Each Reach

FAMILY MEMBERS: Cousin Alek Ashcraft, Duke of Each Reach, Betrothed to the Duke of Seaworth

Physical Description:

HEIGHT: 5′5

HAIIR COLOR: Brown

EYE COLOR: Hazel

GENDER: Female

BUILD:  Slim & Athletic

DISTINGUISHING FEATURES? (SCARS, TATTOOS, PIERCINGS): There are a couple of scars around her hairline from when her parents were killed. Has a good number of scars on her body from her time in the military. At this time, only her ears are pierced.

ANY HEALTH RELATED ISSUES?: Depression (not that it’s diagnosed)

Personality:

Améla is the only name the young Ashcraft will acknowledge. Though, over the years, a few people who have been lucky enough to get close to her can get away with calling her Amé or Ams. Those are the people that know what a straightforward and determined young woman she is. While she’s mischievous at heart events in her past has taught her that impishness does not always end well.

To the world, Améla is seen as sweet, kind, innocent in so many ways, and carefree even. The perfect persona for someone who finds it better to hide who she is than anyone close enough to hurt her. The loss of so much in her young life, Améla has come not to trust so easily. She would preferably push people away, then allow them to get close and then lose them. She has established that this disposition can help her out in many ways, while other times, it has lead to more hardship than need be. Trust is not something she gives out freely. It is hard-earned by the person who earns it but easy to lose by anyone she does come to trust.

The real Améla is confident, curious, protective, but cautious and humble all at the same time. She loves with all her heart, not that there are a lot of people left alive that she loves. The count is at four at this point, or at least that's what she'll admit if asked. She knows it all can be taken from her in seconds and is not willing to open herself up to that pain unless it's worth it.

Outside of her primary group of friends, she's not much of a talker. She finds that the overuse of words tends to keep one from seeing the real person. She prefers to observe those around her, watch and listen to what a person says with their body language. Due to this, she discreet with who and when she opens up another about her thoughts. When it comes to inner turmoil, her tendency is to deal with them on her own unless pushed into talking by family. Over time, she has learned to keep her emotions in check. Thanks to the teachings from her cousin Alek, Améla has learned to close her mind off when need be. For you never know when a mind reader could be near.

Additional Info:

Betrothal: At the age of 20, her uncle started brokering a match with the Duke of Seaworth for her hand in marriage. For five years the two families have negotiated the alliance while Améla and the Duke took part in coordinated meetings. Shortly after her 25th birthday the Duke proposed to her and a yes reply has left them planning their nuptials for the last two years. The wedding had been set to take place the coming spring; however, with the attacks a delay may be in order.

Fellow Ladies-in-waiting: While it had never been an official title when she had been younger, Améla has always been by Josefin Stoneward's side either as a friend or confidant. As they got older more ladies joined their group in helping Josefin in her day to day life at court. Some may have become friends with Améla, some she questions their motives, and others she does everything to keep a close on eye on.

The Rebel: No one knows what Améla remembers from the night of her parents deaths, not even Améla. This has some rebels a bit worried about what she can tell or whom she might identify in the attack. Needing to know if Améla could be a threat to their plans they've sent in a mole to get close in case her memories of that night come back to her.

History:

Améla Sérafin Ashcraft would be the first and only child to the Duck of Ashcraft's younger brother. For years they longed for a child of their own; however, each time they thought their prayers answered, tragedy would strike once more. It would take almost seven years after they were married and many tragedies before their baby girl, at last, was held within their arms. They loved her from the moment they laid eyes on her tiny face. For three years, they doted on their little girl. Gave her everything she ever possibly need. They held so many dreams for her, but they would not live to see those dreams come true.

They were on their way back from a visit to the Glasswater Keep.  Améla being the same age as two of the King's daughters, she found herself chosen to become a companion/friend to the princesses. The first visit had seemed to go well, and more planned for the future. However, just hours after leaving Glasswater Keep the Ashcraft found themselves attacked by rebels. No only survivor would be three years old, Améla. From that day forward, her care would fall to her uncle, the Duke of Ashcraft. She showed up at his doorstep, a curious but shy little girl that did not fully understand her new position in life.

The loss of her parents afflicted her in ways that she is still dealing with to this day. She went from living a quiet life with her two loving parents to standing in the middle of a castle with no idea where she truly belonged. Améla pulled into herself over the weeks to come, and while hired a governess to take care of her, the child's aunt could see that what she needed was a mother. From the moment on her Aunt Emily would take time each day to spend with Améla. Slowly over time, the shy child started to open up and accept her new life. Six months after the loss of her parents, Améla finally felt safe and comfortable enough to show that she was magi to others. Like her aunt, she held the power of elemental magic, but her elemental gift would be Geokinesis.

The first person to see her use magic would be her cousin, Alek. While her aunt stepped in to become the mother Améla needed and longed for, Alek would be the one who showed Améla she was safe. He stepped into the role of a big brother as if he had always meant to be one. On the day Améla showed her gift, she had been the garden playing, having wandered off from her governess when Alek found her. Wanting to show him what she could do, Améla held her hand up, and while she wiggled her fingers just a little, two stones moved upward from the spot they were resting, drifting over to Améla and came to rest in front of her. The little girl did not know if wiggling her fingers was required to make the stones move; it was just fun to do.

Things changed once more for the young girl; only this time, the change allowed normalcy to come into her life. Once Améla's aunt found out about her magic, Aunt Emily knew the best course of action. Not wanting to see Améla's talents go to waste, she encouraged the girl to explore her abilities. Just months passed her fourth birthday, Améla visited the Magaesterium for the first time. Thanks to her natural talent, her love and willingness to learn lead to her acceptance right away.

For almost nine years, Améla lived what could be called normal life. Between her time at the Magaesterium, where she flourished in her studies, and Glasswater Keep, where she quickly bonded with Josefin and Adaline. Their bond became so strong, that over time; Améla started to be referred to as the twins' triplet. You never saw Améla without the twins or the twins without Améla. Améla loved being with the twins; they were the sisters she never got to have. Sisters, she would do anything for, anything to protect. That need to protect them became even stronger after the incident of her making almost killed Josefin.

As always, Améla let Adaline talk her into using her magic for fun. This time Améla connected to the earth so that she could raise the twins into the air before letting them drop back down just far enough to make it fun and then raising the dirt back up to catch them. They had been at it for hours when out of nowhere, Améla heard shouting from a distance that distracted her just enough to lose focus right when Améla should have brought the ground up to catch Josefin. With nothing there to grab Josefin at the right moment to keep her unharmed, she fell further than she should have. If Améla had not regained her focus when she did, she held no doubt that Josefin would have died upon impact with the ground.

After the incident, Améla would not see either twin for almost a year. She would leave Glasswater Keep within hours of the accident, sent to the Magaesterium for extensive training in the proper use of magic. It had been during her time away that Améla's Aunt Emily became sick. The young Ashcraft hoped, prayed for the best outcome; however, that was not to be and just shy of Améla's 14 birthday she lost her beloved aunt. Once more, her world shattered, and everything she knew changed. Only months after her aunt's passing, her uncle would remarry, leaving Améla to accept or not accept as the case was a new aunt. The woman, Ainsley Amaranthe, not even double Améla's age, could barely pass as an adult soon earned the nickname step-aunt. Unable to handle the changes at East Reach, Lady Ashcraft started spending more time at Glasswater with Princess Josefin and Princess Adaline.

Améla did her best not to let grief take hold by focusing on what she still had, Alek and her sisters. Soon enough, her adolescence came to an end, and at the age of 18, Améla joined Josefin in the military forces to train alongside their foot soldiers. It soon became apparent that Améla thrived in the environment created by the military. It did not take long before they asked Améla to use her magic to help track the rebels and weed them out. It had been one of these tracking expeditions were she found herself lead into a trap. The commander had been an undercover rebel that wanted to take Améla out. It took all she had to fight them off; however, using the amount of magic that she did, the Lady passed out once the last rebel fell.

She would wake hours later surrounded by royal military and the news that Josefin was missing. By the time she returned to the camp, they were bringing Josefin in on a stretcher. They whisked the princess away to a small tent without any word as to what happened to Josefin. Améla paced outside the tent for hours before they finally allowed her inside. While she longed to find out what happened as soon as she entered the tent, it would not be until years later that the princess opened up to Améla about what truly happened during her scouting mission. Even before finding out the truth, Améla hated for the rebels increased after Josefin's attack. She wanted them to stop them in any way possible, and she would see it done.

When their time in the military came to an end, Améla continued to stay by Josefin's side. Her new title, lady-in-waiting would be one the Ashcraft took quite seriously. While most saw her as nothing more than an attendant to the Princess, Améla saw herself as her protector. There was no way she would ever allow anyone to hurt Josefin again. However, her time with Josefin is quickly coming to an end.  At the age of 20, her uncle started negotiating for her hand in marriage with the Duke of Seaworth. For five years, the two families negotiated the alliance while Améla and the Duke took part in coordinated meetings. Shortly after her 25th birthday, the Duke proposed to her, and a yes reply being the only one Améla could give has left them planning their wedding for the last two years. They arranged for the ceremony to take place in the coming spring; however, with the rebel attacks, a delay may be in order, or the possibility of it moving up is also in talks.

#kc.intro #yeah yeah I know this took me forever #lol

[ripperroo1992]

Vincent's Christmas Adventure (Edited by Myke Y.U.N.G)

This story starts in the North Pole location, where a young man in a green Santa suit, is making last preparations before the big task. 

Vince is watching the world monitor while singing, "Last Christmas I gave you my heart , the very next day.....YOU THREW IT AWAY LIKE WRAPPING PAPER!!!" 

 ****: Well you're in a jolly mood. 

Vince *exhaled* Really with the sarcasm Maria? 

Maria: Is it that Jasmine girl you liked? 

Vince: NOT ANYMORE!!! Now...I have to focus on the task in front of me. 

Maria: Alright, Vinnie.  

Vince: I told you many times...Don't call me that...I only accept it if it's from a loved one. 

Maria: I love you, Vinnie. 

Vince:.....(I can sense the words are halfhearted). 

Maria: What's up with the green Santa attire? You really stand out. 

Vince: Well, red is not my style, so I'm just doing what makes me comfortable. 

Maria: Aaaaany way, are you sure you're ready for this? 

Vince: Yeah! It's my turn to be Santa this year...Even though many lost faith in us, I won't lose hope. You already had your turn, It's My Turn To SHINE!!!, Vince said with full enthusiasm. 

Maria: Just in case, I'll assist you just to make sure. 

Vince: Pfft. Whatever and quit treating me like a kid, I'm 22 years old!!! 

Maria: “In a kid’s body”, Maria mumbled. 

Vince: “What was that!!”. Vince’s anger started to boil.  

****: Vince, I need you to focus. You two play a main role in this mission. 

Vince: Right, you got it, Captain Thomas!!! (Wait... did Maria already told the Elf Captain?...Well, whatever). 

Vince and Maria were gearing up for the run while Captain Thomas ordered the reindeer crew to equip the reindeers’ magical shoes. The gifts were loaded up and ready to go. 

Maria is still concerned and asked, "Vince do you have everything?" 

Vince was filled with excitement driving the sleigh for the first time. 

Vince: "Maria, I doubled and tripled check what I need. Whoa...it's more high-tech than it seems." 

Two identical twin elves guided and opened the gates for launch.  

Twin 1: Gates opened. 

Twin 2: You're good to go guys. 

“Thanks, Ben”, said Vince. 

“Thank you, Len,” said Maria. 

Ben & Len: Travel back safely and keep us on contact.  

With a smile on his face, Vince looks forward. "LET'S RIDE!!!" he said as the sled launches out of the station and up in the air. 

Vince: Onwards: Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner, Blitzen...And Rudolph!!! 

All of the reindeers looked at Vince like an idiot. 

“Alright,....alright, I deserve the glares, guys...It's an old timer”, said Vince. 

Maria: Alright, so far, so good. Do you know your routes? 

Vince: Yep....I studied all year round for the routes all in correct order. We're taking over the North American region while all the other Santas take over the other regions (just imagine Asia always teaming up with Europe, clashing with their routes). 

Maria: We have to tackle Eastern parts of the contest first to beat the sunrise. 

Vince: On It!!! 

***: Hey!! Well if it isn't Vinnie. 

Vince: Hey, Bence. 

Bence: Oh? I see that the lovely Maria is at your assistance. 

Maria: (This guy won't leave me alone during the conference each month)...OH H-Hey Bence. 

Bence: You look stunning as always Maria, we should go on a date sometime, I'll show you around Europe. 

Maria: Uhhhh..... 

Vince: (That's my cue!!) Hey, nice European badge you got there Bence. 

Bence: Why thank you, that aside, why are you standing in my way with Maria? 

Vince: Where are you getting at Bence? ( Don't say it, Don't say it!!). 

Bence: Do you two have a relationship more than friendship? 

Vince: No. 

Maria: WHAT?!! NO!!!! 

Vince & Bence: .....Hmmm  

As the two and the reindeers stared at Maria with judgement. 

Ben & Len: Are you sure about that? 

Maria: Where you guys listening in on the monitor?!! 

Captain Thomas: I Got Popcor- 

Maria frantically muted and closed visual from the monitors  

“So there is some sparks flying for ya,” boy said Vince with a smug smile. 

“Shut up you!!!”,” Maria said as she punched Vince’s face out of embarrassment. 

Vince: Love Fist? 

Maria: You Jerk!! She keeps up with the assault.  

Bence: If that's the case... I challenge you to a race. If I win, stop getting in my way between Maria and myself.  

Vince: Oh? 

Maria: Vince, we have to maintain schedule!! 

Vince: I have no doubt that this sleigh and the reindeers will crush you...Right guys!!! 

The reindeers nodded in acknowledgment.  

Maria: aaaaand I lost them. 

Bence: A race to the border!!! 

Vince: You're on!!! Now we will see who's the true conqueror!!! Binnie. 

Bence looked at Vince angered and unamused as he dashed forward catching up with Vince's sleigh. 

The race was fast and the reindeers were not given an inch or let up. Both drivers knew that the race fell down to their skills. 

Bence made a sharp turn within the clouds trying to throw Vince off, but lost control and collided with Vince, knocking him off the sleigh falling. 

Maria: NO!!! BENCE, HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND. 

Bence: I'M SORRY, IT WAS AN ACCIDENT. I SWEAR!!! 

As Vince is falling down, his communicator was going off.. it was Maria. 

“Vince...VINCE!! THE REINDEERS AND I CAN MAKE IT TO YOU!!! I'M ON MY WAY!!!”, said Maria as her voice expressed concern and panic through the communicator. 

“It's fine, I was planning this when we reached the central point of NA, looks like it happened early. 

I'm gonna use my magic snowboard. I'm gonna turn on my GPS, so you know my location. Once I inform you I'm at the point, teleport me the gifts, said Vince. 

Maria calmed herself....”That guy always have a plan to fit his style”, Maria mumbled. 

“You know it, I'm a man with the plan baby!!!”, said Vince. 

“Just be safe you idiot!!”, said Maria who was flustered by Vince‘s good hearing. 

Vince headed down for a landing. Once he landed, he looked on his smartpad to see his location. 

Hmmm. NC....North Carolina huh. Well, let's get started then. 

Vince used the communicator to inform Maria...”Yo Maria can you see me?” 

“Yeah, I can see you but.....AT NORTH CAROLINA?!!”, said Maria.  

“Well at least, I'm still on the east coast, send me the North Carolina stuff on to the teleporter. You have to take over Canada”, said Vince. 

“I made a waypoint on the map, can you make it there?”, said Maria. 

“North Dakota huh.....Got It!!! I can make it....see you till then. It looks like we will have more time before the night sky is burning”, said Vince. 

“Well we should take advantage of this opportunity...See you in ND, Daredevil”, said Maria as she signed out. 

“Daredevil huh?....I should add that in my list of nicknames”, said Vince as he moved forward, teleporting to each house, building, and complex, stealthily and quietly. There were a few alarms with pets, but all of them were silent with Vince giving them treats.

Vince teleported and dashed like the wind, he had a few refreshments with a paper plate of cookies and paper cups of milk.....he avoided the warm milk as if it's a trap to make him sleep. 

“Vince.....Vince!! Updating on your progress, come in”, said Maria on his communicator. 

“Vincent here, feeling alive, Maria and I’m setting records, breaking record time!!!Eastern and Mideast are complete!!! We still have a lot of time!!”,said Vince filled with excitement. 

“That's great!! I'm headed to the waypoint, we'll regroup there”, said Maria 

“HaHa!! The sun can't beat this unstoppable team. Right, reindeers?”, said Vince and the reindeers started making noise through the communicator.

 “Thank you, Thank you, Tha-- What's that?”, said Vince. 

“What's what?”, said Maria. 

“IT'S A PLANE COMMING THIS WAY!!!!”, yelled Vince. 

“MOVE!!!!!”, yelled Maria. 

Vince desperately moved out of the way, but his magic snowboard and lower torso collided with the plane. 

“Hey did you hear something?”, said the co-pilot. 

“I think so...maybe? Like a thud?”, said the main pilot. 

“Yeah”, said the co-pilot. 

“It's probably a stupid bird flying at the wrong place at the wrong time”, said the flight attendant. 

Oh. Both pilots agreed and continued their course. 

“Whoaaaaaaaa!!!!!”, Vince yelled falling from the sky. 

“VINCE!!!! VINCENT!!!!!!!! ANSWER MEE!!!!”, Maria yelled. 

****: Alone on Christmas Eve, I wouldn't mind if I spent it with Max. 

*Cellphone ringing* Hello this is Erica. 

Oh hey dad...Yep almost done setting up everything at the bakery for tomorrow. I'll be closing soon....Yep. see you soon Dad. Erica ended the call and with a sigh. 

Soon Erica heard a loud thud coming from the roof, as she raced to the window and saw a figure landing in a pile of snow. 

So, she stepped outside, aiding the person who fell from the shop’s roof, but Erica soon heard a voice coming from the young man’s wrist. 

“VINCENT!!!! VINCENT!!!!! I WON'T STOP UNTIL YOU ANSWERED ME!!! YOUR GPS IS STILL ACTIVE, I'LL JUST HAVE TO MOVE TO YOUR DIRECTION!!!”, Maria yelled through the communicator. 

“Ugh....What? Where am I? Why I'm in a building?”, said Vince. 

“Vince here...But I don't know where I am...NGH!!! I broke my ribs on the left side and my legs are banged up”, said Vince. 

“That's it, forget it!!! I'm coming to get you”, said Maria.  

“NO!!! GUH!!! Maria... Continue the route to North Dakota....I'll meet you there”, said Vince as he ended the call looking around dazed and confused. 

“Just who are you really”, said Erica  

“I'm the mail man”, said Vince. 

“At this hour....I'm not buying it”, said Erica  

“Fine...I'm Santa Claus”, said Vince. 

The room is so quiet that you can hear icicles crashing into the snow and floors. 

“Look, see,... here's my license”, said Vince.  

“Well....That's unexpected”, said Erica. 

“Oh you're Erica, right?”, said Vince  

“Yes. How did you know?”, said Erica  

“I'm Santa Claus that's why....”, said Vince as he hides his wrist accessories. 

“Soo...you here to punish me in person”, said Erica.  

“Uhh...What?”, said Vince. 

“Yeah are you going to strike me down or something”, said Erica  

“Look I don't know if you heard me...I'm Santa.. Not a God. Only thing I can do is throw coal at your face, will that help?”, said Vince with his sarcastic words.  

“Oh...I see it's that Max guy huh. Look, just be honest with your feelings with him”, said Vince 

“It's not that simple, Vince”, said Erica 

“Hmmm. I guess so-...How do you know my real name?”, said Vince, who's confused. 

Erica trapped her wrist with a sly smile. 

“Wha-....(MARIA!!!!!), said Vince  

*Sneezes* “was that a cold?", said Maria. 

“NGH!! Well I feel crappy, but there's still time”, said Vince. 

“Are you able to continue like this”, Erica said in concern. 

“No”, said Vince as he snagged cookies and drink milk while taking painkillers. 

“Look, Erica. This is a one in a lifetime deal...I need you to help me along the way....Let's see....Yep, GPS says I'm in South Dakota.”, said Vince as he looks a little off. 

“I'll help you....but are you sure about this, you look weird”, said Erica. 

“Yep. I still have control of my body....Letz Do Diz!!!”, said Vince, walking with a slouch. 

“Oh...Boy”, said Erica. 

Vince and Erica made haste as they dashed and teleported to make it in time in the South Dakota race to the North. Along the way, Erica had a good time and Vince enjoyed her assistance and company while he was slowly getting drowsy and high. 

But little that she know, Vince got one more gift before he goes. 

“Wait... this is Max's house”, said Erica 

“....I know”, said Vince as the two landed. 

“Alright, It's showtime, take a deep breath”, said Vince as he handed the gift to Erica and Chinese Knock-Knock. Vince dove behind the bushes in front of the door and window, listening in...giving Erica a wink and a thumbs up. 

The locks are shifting and Erica is nervous. Vince threw a small snow ball giving her the signal to relax. 

“Hello,...Oh, Erica how's it going, what are you doing around the streets this time?”, said Max. 

“Uhhh....Uhhh...Uh”, said Erica startled. 

Vince threw another small snowball. 

“I'M FINE...Just....Fine,” said Erica as some of the snow from the snowball falls down her neck. 

“Ummm. was that a snowball?”, said Max as he's confused, about to look at the bushes. 

“Wait, Wait, Max!! I could explain”, said Erica, frantically talking. 

“Explain what? No one's there”, said Max 

Erica looked as well and Vince is not there....A little disappointed that Vince is not there, but she understands his schedule. So, Erica slowly inhale and exhale as she begins to speak.  

“I....I'll explain why I am here...This gift is for you”, said Erica, as she handed the gift to Max. 

“Whoa!!! Thank you, Erica....I was going to wait until later on, but here's your gift as well...Merry Christmas Eri.”, said Max. 

“Wow...Thank you Max”, said Erica as she holds her gift tightly to her chest. 

“But...That's not the only reason why I'm here....I know we both have to head back to college soon...but I want to tell you that I had.... feelings for you Max... that's more than a friendship.”, said Erica as her face is bright red in embarrassment. 

“Oh...I-I didn't know that you feel that way towards me....”, said Max who is surprised.

Wait, Wait, Max!! I could explain”, said Erica, frantically talking. 

“Explain what? No one's there”, said Max 

Erica looked as well and Vince is not there....A little disappointed that Vis is not there, but she understands his schedule. So, Erica slowly inhale and exhale as she begins to speak.  

“I....I'll explain why I am here...This gift is for you”, said Erica, as she handed the gift to Max. 

“Whoa!!! Thank you, Erica....I was going to wait until later on, but here's your gift as well...Merry Christmas Eri.”, said Max. 

“Wow...Thank you Max”, said Erica as she holds her gift tightly to her chest. 

“But...That's not the only reason why I'm here....I know we both have to head back to college soon...but I want to tell you that I had.... feelings for you Max... that's more than a friendship.”, said Erica as her face is bright red in embarrassment. 

“Oh...I-I didn't know that you feel that way towards me....”, said Max who is surprised. 

(Does this means that I got a chance?) said Erica mentally as she's waiting for Max's answer.  

“But...I'm already dating someone before the winter break...I'm sorry”, said Max. 

Erica’s head hangs down as she tries to pick her head up but, as she looks up, she sees the sadness in Max's body language...But she knows that she can't cry here... so she has to be strong.  

Erica lifted her head and looked at Max with tears welling up and said,“ Well, it's your loss and my bad timing...Thank you for the gift”, said Erica as she smiles and turned away. 

“Do you want me to walk you home”, said Max. 

“No.....It's only down the block....See you at school Max...”,said Erica as she walked away. 

As Erica was walking....Erica clinches her gift from Max as she gritted her teeth, holding back her tears...but she couldn't hold it any longer....so her emotion flowed into sadness. 

Erica felt so sad that she couldn't feel her feet or the sound of snow as she walked...or...is she walking. 

“....Hey...No pouts and crying, I don't like that, it's not cool”, said Vince. 

“I-I thought you left to North Dakota”, Erica said in confusion.  

As she realized that Vince is carrying her on his magic snowboard. 

“I'm not so big on bailing on someone in their time of need....BUT MAN THE LOOK OF DEVASTATION AND DESPAIR ON YOUR FACE!!!”, said Vince, picking on Erica. 

“SHUT UP YOU LITTLE BRAT!!”, said Erica as she jabbed Vince's chest. 

“OOF!!!!! UGH!! Ok!!, Ok, .....You did well and you hanged tough....waaaaay better than I could”, said Vince, praising Erica's efforts.  

“Than-”, said Erica, but Vince interrupts.  

“This the last stop”, said Vince. 

“This is my home...”,said Erica. 

“....Yeah”, said Vince with a slow exhale.  

“It's been fun and I enjoyed every moment”, said Erica.  

“I feel the same way”, said Vince as he looks at Erica with a smile with eyes showing sadness. 

“Hey now...No sadness”, saying Erica, plucking Vince's forehead.  

“Right, right...I have two gifts for you”, said Vince as the gift magically appears from his bag saying South Dakota and handed it to Erica. 

“Wow...That never gets old”, Erica said with a small chuckle. 

“What's the second Gif-”, said Erica, but once again was interrupted by Vince as he kissed her forehead. 

“M-Magic? I...My Eyes are getting heavy”, said Erica as her eyes are falling to sleep. 

“What you did for yourself...and for me is outstanding and I won't forget that....but don't worry....There's gonna be one lucky guy to have someone like you by their side...but for now sleep....Sleep your worries away...peacefully,“ said Vince as he teleported in Erica's room laying her to rest. 

“V...Vin....cent...”, Erica said as she reached out, but soon is fast asleep. 

“Alright....I have to meet up with Maria”, said Vince as he dashes in full speed north to North Dakota.  

“Hey!!! Maria!!! I arrived in North Dakota, are you in the waypoint? Over”, said Vince, talking to the communicator.  

“It's about time!!! I covered ground in North Dakota, just focus on meeting up at the waypoint, we'll still have time to make a historic record time”, said Maria  

“On it, heading to the waypoint in full speed!!!”, said Vince  

“Be Careful!!!!”, says Maria. 

Vince is going full speed on his magic snowboard, dodging buildings and objects, but his injuries are taking it's toll. 

“Ugh...NNNNGH!! The Pain!!!.....I gotta keep....Going!!!”, said Vince as he pushes forward.  

“Huh...The sky...I see red light and magic tracks....IT'S THEM!!!”, said Vince as he rushed towards the red light. 

“Vince....I'm here, where are you?”, said Maria as the reindeers are also showing worry and concern.  

“Rudolph!!!!”, Vince shouted with glee. 

“Vincent!!!! You've Made It!!!”, said Maria as the reindeers were showing their excitement.  

“Man, do I missed you guys as well. I have to thank you Rudolph, your nose is a beacon, bro”, said Vince. as he entered the sleigh. 

“You Daredevil, what took you so long?”, said Maria.  

“One amazing detour Maria...Amazing Detour..and a potential future Claus. By the way....can you continue driving along the way, I need to rest till we reach the west coast," said Vince as he fainted. 

“Potential what?...Ugh. That's fine...You can rest up for now”, said Maria. 

 The team completed the west coast and returned to the North Pole in record breaking time. 

Thus, the annual Santa Ball has begun. 

“Hey Vince...No hard feelings or grudges right? It's an accident”, said Benson as he apologizes for the race. 

“Oh...No worries man. Here you go though”, said Vince as he handed him a paper. 

“What's this?”, said Benson. 

“My hospital bill”, said Vince. 

“I guess you do hold a grudge”, said Benson  

“Hey Vincent, care to dance with me”, said Maria with a beautiful red, Mrs. Claus ball gown. 

“Uhh... Su-Sure", said a startled Vince. 

 Vince and Maria were dancing until the two were under the mistletoe above the entrance of a green bush gate with illuminated lights shined a pathway through the tunnel.

“Well?”, said Maria  

Vince looked up and realized what they're both under and said, "Is this a confession". 

With a blush on Maria's face, she looks away from Vince until she finally regained eye contact with him....Without a word, she tapped her lips with her index finger.  

“You're a very clever girl, Maria”, said Vince as both kissed under the mistletoe. 

The sun rises, shining light on Erica's window as she wakes up from her slumber. 

“That was a very eventful day, yesterday”, said Erica as she stretches and realized the two gifts from yesterday. 

She grabbed the gift that Vince gave her and begin to unwrap it...."A green Santa hat....But why?", said Erica. As she wears the hat, she felt something on top of her head. 

"It's a note", said Erica as she begins to read. 

"Good Morning Erica, I'm sorry that my first gifts didn't go quite as it planned, but I really appreciate your help with my task and also taking care of me. As your reward I'll give you my hat", Erica paused reading. 

"Does that mean....THIS IS A MAGIC HAT!!?", said Erica as she snapped her fingers....."HUH?", said Erica. Nothing happened. 

Erica returned to the note and continued where she left off. 

"Sorry, but the hat doesn't hold any magic" (Aww, said Erica, disappointed). "It's a reminder of yesterday, use it as proof that Santa is still alive and kicking. We exist in everyone hearts especially for those who believe.  

Everyone has the chance to become Santa. With a strong heart and spirit, that person can become a strong candidate and I believe that you have the potential to fit that role Erica. Who knows, maybe you can return my hat to me someday. I have a feeling yesterday is not the last time we'll see each other again.

Later....For now, 

- Vincent" 

".....Vincent", said Erica as she clutched the note and hold it close to her chest. 

There was a knock on Erica's door. "Erica, come down, I've made breakfast and everyone is ready to unwrap their gifts", said the voice behind the door. 

"I'm coming mom!!", said Erica as she opened her room door. 

( I feel the same way. It’s not the last time we'll see each other. Just you wait, Vincent I'll return this hat to you) mentally, said by Erica. 

"Whoa, a green, Santa hat...I like the design. Where did you find it?", said Erica's mom. 

Erica smiled and said to her mom, "It's from a friend. I promise to return it to him someday". 

 The End 

[cabinetofdrcaligosto]

Haha, okay this gonna be a long one (super over analyzed) ^^;;;

11 - So, Cali is a tough one to crack when it comes to love/romance.  It's not his first priority for sure, he's more dedicated to his work (and will almost always choose work over love).  Love makes him very nervous (he associates it alot with fear).  It's not like he doesn't think about it, it's just, I think he wouldn’t really know how to initiate or go about "winning someone over" haha (you've seen how he acts with Sasha and Morry xD  He doesn’t have much experience with “courting” pffft).  He'd probably become hyper focused on the person for sure.  He's not afraid to speak his mind at first, and maybe tease/flirt a bit just to get a rise out of that someone (to get there attention).  If that doesn't work, he'd literally just use tactics he's read about, seen, or heard about working:  "Flowers!  That works right?!  Chocolates?  YES!  Advanced tooth decay!  That's what people love!!  I'll do that." 

If it doesn't work, then he'll go about trying to impress with what he thinks is cool, his science.  "You like giant monstrosities?  Hellish war machine turn ya on?  What about bringing the dead back to life?" (this would usually scare people off)

And if that doesn't work, he'd just get frustrated at himself.  "I thought people liked these things?  Wha’do’I gotta do to get this person ta like mee???"  He'll be persistent to impress anyway he can until he either wins the person over (miraculously), scares them away, or if the person straight out tells him to stop (in which case he'll just be very sad he lost the chase).  And I feel like he would "enjoy" that the most, the game of chase haha ^o^

But then we get to 21 -  If he won someone over, he wouldn't know what to do with a relationship:  "YES!  We're dating!!! ........ ...... ...... NOW WHAT." 8\

(In his current mindset) He's open with his thoughts and feelings on a surface level, but when it comes to really opening up on a deeper level, I feel like he would have ALOT of trouble with this.  There'd be a huge wall, and rightfully so after all he's dealt with.  I feel like it would be hard for him to truly open up and... trust.  The big word is trust ^w^  He would be very nervous and unsure with everything.

But I'll skip to the good stuff, say the person spends a year or two.... or five just being in his company (or he gets his moral compass back and Sasha really helps him out with therapy xD) and he opens up.  I like to think he'd be very caring, like overly caring, like..... make up for all the years he never loved kind of caring haha.  He’d have alot of pet names for the person “Sweetie”, “Babe”, “Hun”, etc. and just have fun with love.  Like pffft I dunno, sweep you off your feet and jump in the ocean kind of fun.  Go sailing and adventuring maybe.  Create hideous test tube monster babies with you (every persons dream right).

Sorry for the essay haha, I do like to over think this subject with him ^o^

TLDR - Cali has a lot going against him when it comes to love and affection, but once he’s trusting and learns to love, he’d be a big fluff ball with the person.

#anon #asks #text post #headcanons #pffft i really didn't want this to sound fanfic-y but here we are haha