#Cotton Candy Fluff

[viking-raider]

A Christmas Miracle🎄

Summary: You and Henry are celebrating Christmas with family, while expecting your first child together.

Pairing: Henry Cavill/Reader

Word Count: 5.9k

Warning: G - Cotton Candy Goodness, Soft!Henry, Fluff, Kal, Papa Bear!Henry, Domestic Bliss, Christmas Decorating, Pregnancy Stuff, Cotton Candy Fluff, Loving Marriage, Christmas Fluff

Inspiration: This story ties into my Easter story, The Golden Egg.

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“Babe!” Henry gasped, as he came into the living room, nearly tossing the steaming cup of tea in his hand, upon discovering you.

You were standing on the two-step high stool, to sprinkle golden tinsel on the fragrant and robust branches of an eight foot Fraser Fir that stood proudly in the corner of the living room. You chuckled, shaking your head at your husband, but didn't look back at him, as you picked a bit of tinsel off one of the emerald branches, having adorned the needles with too much of the sparkling, thin strands.

“You shouldn't be up there, love!” He scolded you, setting the tea he had made you on the coffee table as he rounded it and the couch, to come towards you, resting his hands on your hips. “I told you, I would help you decorate the tree, once I was done with your tea.”

“I know you did, Hen.” You answered, sighing softly, finally looking down at him and seeing the wrinkle of worry between his brow. It hadn't smoothed since the Brit found out you were pregnant with his child on Easter, nearly nine months before. “But I'm also capable of doing it myself.” You reminded him, resting a hand on his shoulder and giving his neck a gentle squeeze.

“I'm pregnant, not invalid.”

Henry sighed softly, leaning forward to press a tender kiss to your round and pronounced belly. “I know you're capable, sweetheart.” He assured you, looking up at you with an affection in his blue eyes that always melted your heart. “I just don't want you to get hurt. Especially with you so close to the due date.” He said, helping you step down off the stool. “Just sit down and enjoy your tea. Then, we'll tag team the tree together.” He told you, putting an excited smile on his face.

“All right.” You conceded, settling down on the couch and took up your tea, cupping the mug between your hands and letting the heat seep into your palms, before finally taking a sip.

“Your parents will be here in a couple days.” Henry commented, squatting beside a box of Christmas decorations neither of you had opened up yet. “My parents made up their guest house in preparation for their arrival.” He told you, peeking into the box.

Halfway into your pregnancy, Henry had taken time off from acting and the two of you decided to leave your secluded London home for the coziness of Henry's home island of Jersey. Buying a nice, beach front property, three streets and a five-minute walk from his parents' place, with the intent on having your baby boy born in Saint Helier. You loved being on the little Channel Island, sitting on the back patio or taking walks on the beach, breathing in the soothing sea air, which helped your morning sickness a good deal.

The only downside was your family was far out of reach of you, having to fly into Jersey to visit and check-in on you. Your parents wanted to be on hand when you finally had their third grand-baby, so Henry footed the bill to bring them out and his parents were amazing enough to host them while they were here.

“That's great.” You smiled, flexing your sore and swollen feet, watching him pull out ornaments, garland and other little tree decorations. “I can't wait to see them again.” You commented, not having seen them since your fourth month, just before you and Henry left for Jersey. “I'm sure my mom will bring more knitted items.” You chuckled, glancing over your shoulder to the soft, butter-yellow blanket your mother had knitted a couple months ago.

“I would be shocked, if she didn't!” Henry laughed back, his broad shoulders shaking as he stood. “What garland do you want on the tree?” He asked, holding up a strand of colorful beads and another of red and white, twisted ribbons.

You hummed, pressing your lips together and studied your tree, eyes narrowing slightly, scrutinizing the colors on its branches. “I think the ribbon would work best with it.” You finally settled, nodding content with your choice.

“All right then.” He nodded back, putting the other garland aside. “Ah, nope!” He tisked, when you set your tea down and started the mini struggle of standing up. “You put the tinsel on the tree, it's my turn to put the garland on. You relax.”

“Fair enough.” You sighed softly, picking your tea back up and rested against the couch cushions, just in time for Kal to jump up beside you. “Well, hello there, sweet boy.” You cooed at him, reaching out to give him good scratches between the ears and around the neck. “Have you come to make sure I stay put?” You quipped, the Akita resting his head in your lap.

“I did no such thing!” Henry called over his shoulder, carefully tucking the garland into the branches.

“Sure, love. Sure.” You chuckled at him, though Henry's protectiveness at times could be a little overbearing, you knew he did it out of love and first-time father worries. “He's paying you in treats and promises of all the good turkey, ham and brisket bits he plans on cooking for Christmas dinner.” You accused, lifting a brow at the unphased Akita, before wincing and pressing a palm to the side of your belly.

“You all right?” Henry asked, catching a glimpse from his peripheral, pausing a moment.

“Yeah, your son just kicks like a Fly-Half.” You answered, chuckling halfheartedly. “If he keeps these strong legs, he'll for sure make the England team.” You said, trying to ease the look of suspicion on Henry's face, that it was the baby kicking, and your own, that the pain was something more than a false contraction.

“You missed a branch there, Bubs.” You commented, drawing Henry's attention away from the subjection, motioning with your steaming black, Nightmare Before Christmas cup.

“Mm.” He grunted, narrowing his eyes at you, but turned to fuss over it.

You took a deep breath, rubbing the globe of your stomach, hoping to soothe any would-be pains. Thankfully, you didn't have any more throughout the morning, helping Henry put up the ornaments and other little hanging knick knacks on the tree. Something Henry was comfortable with you doing, since you kept your feet on the hardwood, safely beside him.

“I want to do a little plaster imprint of his hand and foot, to hang up on the tree for next year.” You commented suddenly, gently holding a little needlepoint ornament you'd made. It was a silhouette of Henry and you, with Kal between you, the year above your heads. You had made one every year since the first Christmas the three of you had spent together. “Should make a new needlepoint too.” You added even softer.

Henry glanced down at you, a fond and nostalgic light in his blue orbs. “I think that would be a lovely idea, babe.” He smiled, warmed at the idea. “I like the idea of making and expanding our little traditions.”

“I should have given myself a baby bump in this one.” You joked, carefully adding the stitched ornament on a branch, accompanied with the others around it. “So much for accuracy.”

“It looks perfect, my love.” He assured you, kissing your hair. “Now, let's turn the lights on and see how this thing looks!” He proclaimed, shuffling around the tree and plugged in the two strings of lights skillfully wrapped around the tree.

You stood back to get a good look at the Fir, just as the tiny, cool and warm-white LED, diamond facet bulbs flickered on. Making many of the ornaments glitter and twinkle. It brought a great feeling of delight bubbling up inside of you, tugging on your exhausted and hormonal raged body, until tears spilled over.

“Sweetheart.” Henry cooed, pouting at you sweetly, as he closed his arms around your shoulders, hugging you as closely as your belly would allow.

“It looks beautiful.” You mumbled into his chest, fingers gripping at the sides of his shirt.

He smiled, nosing the hair at the top of your head and rubbing your back with one hand. “It is, dear, and so are you.”

“I'm also starving.” You blurted out, breaking the melancholy mood.

“Butter chicken or pepperoni and feta pizza?”

“Oh god, you know me too well at this point.” You giggled, licking your lips. “But, the butter chicken.”

You sat up in bed, Kal resting between your legs, with his head laying on your belly, as you read your latest book on your Kindle. While Henry was downstairs doing some work on the new Warhammer minis he ordered as a way to keep himself occupied, when he wasn't taking care of you.

“Oh.” You gasped, feeling a sudden, sharp pain. “Gosh, did we disagree on the butter chicken, Bean?” You groaned, pressing your palm to the side of your stomach; Kal lifting his to sniff at your belly as another pain caused you to cramp. “It's all right, Bud. Your brother is just being a little difficult.” You sighed, setting your e-reader on your nightstand and lumbered out of bed, before heading downstairs.

“Hey, love.” Henry smiled, looking up from the Ultramarine mini in his hand. “I thought you were going to bed.”

“I was trying to, but your son doesn't agree with dinner.” You explained to him, looking over his progress on his Warhammer army. “Can you do your trick?” You asked, lulling your head to the side and giving him a cute look.

Henry chuckled, setting his mini down. “My trick.” He smirked, standing up and moving behind you. “Any reason to cuddle.” He teased, reaching around to cup both hands beneath your stomach and leaned you both backwards, taking the weight of your belly as he did.

“Mmm.” You hummed, eyes falling shut, while you let your head rest against Henry's chest. “It feels so good.” You sighed, resting your hands on his.

Henry cradling your baby bump had become a god send throughout your third trimester. Taking the weight of your healthy and active baby boy off your lower back and hips. However in your earlier trimesters, the two of you learned it helped relieve your heartburn and whenever your little one got a bit too restless.

You liked to think it was the baby reacting to Henry's touch.

It was calm for a long, few moments, just you and Henry, slowly swaying side to side, the baby calm. But again, your stomach spasmed and you whimpered, making it clear to Henry, you were indeed having some sort of contractions.

“How long has this been going on?” He asked, eyes wide and brows pinched.

“Since this morning.” You confessed finally, taking slow, deep breaths.

“Why didn't you tell me?” He demanded, startled and worried.

“I didn't have any through the afternoon.” You assured him, patting his hands. “I figured it was just false. But, I'm starting to think otherwise, with how much that one hurts.”

“We should probably go to the hospital.” Henry fret, starting away from you, but you turned and caught his elbow.

“Henry.” You said in a soft, soothing voice. “You remember what the OB said?” You tried reminding him. “Four-One-One.”

“Four minutes apart, a minute long, lasting an hour.” He recited, having listened to your OB, and read numerous baby and expecting parent books.

You had taken a couple of parenting classes as well. Until people started posting photos of you on social media, annoying you and causing Henry to be even more of a papa bear. So, you'd found an online, private class to do in the comfort of your living room.

“Not one has lasted a minute, been four minutes apart or lasted an hour.” You assured him, dropping your hand to his, giving it a gentle squeeze. “If they're the real deal, I'm in the early stages and going to the hospital now will only incur hours and hours of waiting. Which we'll be doing here anyway.”

“What if something happens?”

“Nothing is going to happen, you worry-wart.” You chuckled at him, shaking your head. “Come to bed with us.” You cooed, pushing up on your toes, kissing his bearded cheek and brushing your fingers through the curls above his ear.

“You'll tell me.” Henry insisted as he followed you upstairs to the master bedroom.

“Of course, I'll tell you, Henry.” You assured him. “Then, I'll tell Kal.” You quipped, trying to lighten the mood and get him to smile.

But he didn't smile, his mind preoccupied with making sure everything was ready, should you wake him up and tell him your contractions were growing close together.

Did I get the car seat in the Audi correctly? Where did I put the hospital bag? In this closet or the coat closet downstairs? Everything's in it she and the baby needs, right?

“Babe.”

Perhaps I should just go down and get it, to make sure. What about the nursery? Thank God, I finished the crib last month!

“Hen..”

Do we need more diapers? Are they the right size? What if--

“Henry!” You called out, when he didn't answer you, a far off and growing alarm look in his cerulean eyes, startling him out of his worried trance. “Everything is all right.” You said slowly, holding his gaze steadily. “We have everything we need. Everything the baby needs. If we don't, that's perfectly fine. Your parents and mine have offered their help, should it arise. As have your brothers.”

“I don't know how you're so calm.” He sighed, shaking his head and dropping down on his side of the bed.

You laughed, smirking. “I'm not calm. But there's no use for us both freaking out, especially at the same time. Besides, when I freak out, I have you to pull me back together, the least I can do is return the favor, when you start to lose it.” You told him, maneuvering yourself back under the covers.

“What's a spouse for?”

“You're right.” Henry nodded, turning the light out and resting against the headboard beside you. “One of the many reasons I love you, and married you.” He said, taking your hand and bringing it to his lips, kissing your knuckles.

Snuggling down, your back pressed against Henry's chest with his hand ever present on your belly, you tried to focus on falling asleep.

“You know.” Henry commented, half-asleep himself. “I sort of miss when you were in your first and second trimesters.”

“Oh?” You mumbled back, with interest.

“Yeah, you were always jumping my bones.” He laughed, shaking the bed with his mirth. “Well, until the end of your second trimester, when your belly got too big to do anything other than waddle and ride my cock.”

You were instantly awake again at his words. A huge smile of hot guilt and embarrassment on your face, that you hid in your pillow. It was true! The first stages of your pregnancy had made you quite frisky towards Henry. Sometimes so much so, he hadn't recovered from the last time you'd had sex and would need to pleasure you in other ways to bring your arousal down. Not that the man complained about it! But a couple weeks into your third trimester, the raging inferno of your passions cooled off. Even beyond what they were before you were expecting. You were just too tired and sore, uncomfortable, and just ready to give birth, to think of such things. But again, Henry didn't complain. You were grateful for that, because you felt bad that your mood didn't match his, at the moment.

Having seen the look of concupiscent on his face more than once, as the two of you showered together, went to bed or woke in the mornings. But you just didn't have it in you, and he took it with grace and understanding acceptance, not pressuring you or making you feel like a bad partner, for not reciprocating.

The two of you calmed down and allowed each other to finally fall asleep.

“How are you feeling, sweetheart?” Henry asked, the next morning as the two of you finished breakfast.

“I feel all right, Bubs. Only a few pains here and there.” You answered, polishing off your usual cup of chamomile tea, something that had been a staple throughout your pregnancy, to battle your morning sickness and heartburn. “Excited to make cookies with your mum.”

Henry smiled across the table at you. “Good. I bet all these sugary smells are going to drive you and wee man nutty.”

It was a Cavill family tradition to get together, before Christmas, and make cookies for the big family dinner party, as well as to give out as tokens to friends and neighbors. It was also considered quite the honor among the Cavill brothers' wives to have Marianne ask to join her in the massive production. Since she didn't ask just anyone to help her; having a couple secret family recipes to protect in the process. But Marianne had asked, surprisingly and much to Henry's pride, you to help her, at your and Henry's first Christmas. Something that made one or two of Henry's sisters-in-law jealous, especially since the two of you were new and still dating, and one of them had never been asked.

Even to this day.

“Our mouths are already watering for your mother's chocolate chip, mocha cookies.” You confessed; it was one of the many things you looked forward to for Christmas. Marianne's chocolate chip, mocha flavored cookies were something you'd start a fight over, as were her chocolate covered, Oreo truffles with peppermint bark crumble on top. “Oh god.” You moaned, stuffing the last bit of bland, buttered toast into your mouth; Henry laughing at you.

“I'm going to roast up another heritage turkey this year.” He commented, finishing his coffee, then helped clear the breakfast table. “Everyone seemed to love it last year.”

“That's fine with me.” You answered, loading the soap dispenser and starting the dishwasher. “I have one small request.”

“You could make an enormous request, love!” Henry snorted, taking a protein shake out of the fridge.

“I want yams with roasted marshmallows on top.” You told him, confidently. “To myself.”

“To yourself?” He echoed, a smirk on his lips. “How big is the dish?”

“A small one is fine. I just don't want to share it.” You confessed your craving to him.

Letting out a laugh and nodding, Henry shrugged. “All right then. I'll make sure you have your roasted marshmallow covered yams, and I'll have Kal guard them.”

“Excellent.” You nodded back, then looked at your watch. “We should get going. Your mother asked us to get there before ten.” You informed him, heading for the front door and eased yourself down on a small bench that was there.

Henry joined you, squatting down to grab your shoes from underneath the bench and slipped them on your feet, tying them securely, since your prominently belly prevented you from reaching your feet to put on your shoes. Let alone tie them. Your shoes on and helping you back up, Henry got his own shoes on, but paused as he opened the door for you and Kal. He glanced back at the hall closet. Biting his lip, he hurried over and grabbed the baby bag from inside, then dashed after you, putting the bag in the back as he got behind the wheel.

“Just in case.” He answered your lifted brow.

“Fair, I suppose.” You shrugged, unable to argue with his logic.

“How are you holding up, my love?” Henry asked, peeking into the kitchen, before shuffling over to you, sure his mother wouldn't shoo him out.

“My cookie restraint thinned dramatically after the second batch.” You confessed, looking around at all the Santa's, snowmen, candy canes and snowflakes that were either waiting to go into the oven or cooling. “However, your mum apparently anticipated this. Making me batch yesterday, so I could nibble on them, while we made these.”

Henry grinned, touched at his mother's thoughtfulness. “That was sweet of her.” He cooed, brushing the back of his fingers over your cheek. “Have you had any more pains?” He asked, his brows pinching slightly, worried.

“Nothing concerning.” You told him, closing your hand around his wrist. “You know I'd come get you.” You tried assuring him, giving him a soft smile. “Or your mum would, should my water break.” You giggled, a smile turning into a smirk.

“That's not funny, babe.” Henry snapped softly, eyes big.

You pressed your lips together, guilty, before pushing up on your bare toes, having taken off your shoes for the long standing in the kitchen, to press your lips against Henry's. “I'm sorry, Puppy.” You mumbled against them, before reaching around him, grabbing a finished Snowman, presenting it to his mouth in place of your own. “I baked and decorated this one myself.” You grinned at him, a glitter of pride in your eyes.

“Oh, did you?” He cooed, opening his mouth to admit the round biscuit of white icing, adorned with two black chocolate pearls for eyes and smaller black sugar pearls for a mouth. It had a carrot nose, made of orange icing and the upper crown of the biscuit was covered in purple, blue and white hundreds and thousands, then outlined with silvery snowflake-shaped sprinkles.

Taking the biscuit from you, Henry nibbled on it, already knowing it would be delicious, since you had made it with his family's age-old recipe. “You know.” He mumbled around his mouthful. “I can't wait to share these with our little guy.” He said, smirking down at the bake, before glancing around the kitchen.

“Well, technically, I've already done that.” You giggle, running your hand over the globe of your belly.

Henry snorted loudly, his smirk growing. “You have me there, my love.” He replied, finishing his treat off, reaching out to lay his hand on your stomach as he saw the moments of your son shift, pressing either an elbow or knee out. “Still trips me out to see him move inside of you.” He commented, feeling something around nudge against his palm.

“You should feel it from this end.” You huffed, making a face at the kicks as he tumbled about, prodding a heel into your ribs and a shoulder into your slowly screaming bladder. “Poor bud is running out of space in there.” You cooed, moving your hand to cup the underside of your stomach.

“That he is.” He agreed, leaning down to press a kiss to your belly. “But, soon he'll be out here with us.”

“Henry William Dalgliesh Cavill.”

A cold chill washed down Henry's back, making the little hairs on his neck stand up as he straightened. “Mum.” He squeaked, looking at her over your shoulder.

“You know the rules of setting foot in my kitchen, while we bake.” Marianne scolded her second youngest.

“I do.” He nodded, biting his lip as he half smirked at her. “I was just checking up on her and our little one.” He explained, motioning to you.

Marianne's gaze shifted, her soft and kind blue eyes looking you over. She had noticed the few contractions you'd experience while helping her bake, and had sharpened her eye on you even more. Everyone in the family had a side eye on you it seemed, with your due date so nearby, like they were concerned you would pop like a water balloon.

“I'm fine.” You sighed softly, offering her a reassuring smile.

“Then, you can pop out of our kitchen.” Marianne said, cocking a brow at her son.

You chuckled, loving the nonchalance she had. “We'll see you later, my dear.” You cooed at him, kissing the corner of his mouth, tasting the sugar on his lips and inciting a need for another cookie from your stash. “Off you go.” You giggled, patting him on the chest and set your eyes on your task.

Henry looked at his mother with a pointed look, gesturing towards you, to which Marianne answered with a roll of her eyes and picked up a sheet of cookies needing to go into the oven.

“My back is to you, Henry, not my senses.” You shot over your shoulder, cutting out more cookies from the dough.

“Christ alive, our son has his work cut out for him.” He chuckled, winking at you as he turned to leave and rejoin his brothers and dad in the living room.

You looked over at Marianne and laughed, your mother-in-law joining in, the two of you amused he didn't realize you'd seen her roll her eyes.

“That boy.” Marianne chuckled, shaking her head as she moved to stand beside you, helping portion out the raw dough.

“He's freaked out.” You commented, gently laying a Santa on the sheet.

“Understandably.” She answered, wielding the snowflake cutter with skill. “The first baby is always the most stressful, and Henry's wanted to be a father for a very long time.”

“I know he has.” You nodded, feeling your stomach lightly bump the edge of the counter. “I'm happy and excited for our little one.” You told her, wadding up the scrap dough, then picked up a rolling pin. “I'm definitely ready not to be pregnant anymore.” You snorted, smiling faintly.

“And your worries?” Marianne asked, tilting her head at you, without pausing her work.

You drew in a slow, deep breath. “I'm worried about the labor. I'm terrified about whether or not I'll make a good parent.” You confessed to her, letting your breath out. “I know Henry will, he's incredible with kids. I love watching him with his younger fans, with his nieces and nephews.” You gush, grinning at the flashes of memories. “Seeing him hold Ellie, when we first met her--” You shook your head, a bubble of emotions overwhelming you for a moment, til you cleared your throat.

“You'll be a great mother.” Marianne reassured you, running her hand up and down your back. “You have nothing to worry about there. You'll have me and your mum to help you, as well as Heather and all the other girls.”

“I know.” You nodded, resting your shoulder against hers. “And I appreciate it, with all my heart.”

“Why don't you go upstairs, to Henry's old room, and rest for a bit?” She suggested to you. “I can finish the cookies with Heather.”

“Are you sure?” You frowned, glancing around the organized chaos of the kitchen.

“Yes.” She nodded, resting her hands on your shoulders and turning you away from the counter. “You and my grandson need all the rest you can get.” She directed you towards the entry of the kitchen. “Soon, you won't have it.”

Henry saw his mum guiding you and instantly jumped up from the couch, where he sat beside his brother Simon. “Are you all right, honey?” He cooed, his handsome face pinching.

“She's fine, Henry.” Marianne replied, looking up at him. “She just needs to rest a bit. Take her upstairs.”

“All right.” He nodded, taking your arm and showed you upstairs to the bedroom that was his as a kid. “Can I get you anything? Some water, maybe.” He asked, helping you lay back on the made, full-size bed.

“I'm all right, Puppy.” You sighed, rubbing your face.

“What's wrong, honey?” He asked, pulling up a chair from the desk in his room and sat down in front of you.

“Nothing's wrong.” You replied, sighing, flexing your plump toes as Henry grasped your foot in his hands. “I'm just tired and sore.” You told him, closing your eyes as you let out a soft moan, feeling Henry's thumbs work your arch.

“I got the Dad Talk from my dad and brothers.” He chuckled, gently touching the tip of your toes, each painted a cute red color, that he had done himself about a week before.

He had started giving you little at home, medi-pedis to treat you to something nice. Though, it had taken him a couple tries to get painting your nails down. Admitting it wasn't as simple as painting his Warhammer Minis, like he'd thought.

You giggled back, smirking. “Did they?” You hummed, letting your eyes fall shut. “Any good advice?”

“Um, Simon said that I should explain my job to him as soon as we think he can understand it.” Henry recalled, biting his lip with an amused smirk pulling across his mouth. “So, we don't have another Thomas Incident on our hands.”

“My dad's Sherlock Holmes!” You replied, laughing aloud. “Or god-knows who else!”

“Exactly.” He nodded, amused by it too. “My dad suggested, should we have any more kids, to have girls, that way it doesn't continue on the Cavill boy madness, like dead arms and throwing each other off the couch.”

“I would like, at least, one girl, anyway.” You told him, laying your hand on your stomach, feeling your son shift and kick again, wincing as he did.

“Same.” He smirked, as excited as he was for a son, he had wanted a girl too. “Maybe the next one.”

“Mmm.” You hummed back, falling silent and drifting slightly.

Taking the hint, Henry rested your legs in his lap and leaned back, closing his own eyes to rest. Both of you were exhausted from the months of preparation for the baby, all the worrying about if you would be good parents and protecting your son against the world of social media and paparazzi. But the pair of you had only laid there for twenty or so minutes, before you jerked at a sharp pain, inadvertently kicking Henry in the stomach as you did.

Henry gasped and groaned at the blow, doubling over. “Babe?” He rasped, frowning across at you, finding you half sitting up, hand cupping the underside of your stomach with a look of shocked horror on your face. “What's wron—oh shit!” He snapped, seeing the wet patch seeping through your leggings and onto the duvet on the bed.

“Was that--”

“Uh-huh.” You nodded, gulping thickly.

“It's okay, all right.” He nodded, running both hands through his curls. “Up we go.” He said, holding his shaking hands out to you, pulling you up and wrapping an arm around your waist. “Broke your water on my childhood bed.” He commented offhandedly, letting out a nervous chuckle.

“It is where we had our first kiss.” You added, lifting a brow at him. “Why not this too!”

“Mum!” Henry called out as you reached the bottom of the stairs. “We have to go.” He said as Marianne rounded the corner from the living room. “Someone's water broke.”

“Oh gosh!” She exclaimed, throwing her hands up. “Go hurry!” She shooed the two of you towards the door, before spinning on her feet. “Code blue everybody!” She shouted at the family gathered in the living room, snapping them into gear, sending brothers and in-laws scrambling everywhere.

“How are you feeling, sweetheart?” Henry asked as he helped you buckle your seatbelt.

“Like I just peed myself.” You snorted, clutching your belly. “Henry.” You cooed at him, watching him make jerky movements but not move from your side. “Hen!” You called, reaching out to grab his shoulder, giving him a gentle shake.

“Huh?” He whimpered, blinking a few times.

“My shoes are still in the house.” You informed him, offering your sweet partner a smile.

“Oh right!” He nodded, kissing your hand and backing away to close your door, then raced back inside, running into a gaggle of his family fighting to put on shoes and coats. “Excuse me, pardon me!” He barked, diving into the huddle, scrabbling for your shoes.

“Henry!” Nik shouted after him.

“I forgot her shoes!” Henry yelled over his shoulder, pelting back to the car. “Got them!” He smiled, sliding home into the driver's seat and dropping them onto the center console. “I'll put them on you, when we get to the hospital.” He told you, starting the car and pulling away from the curb, while ordering Alexa to map the route to Jersey General Hospital, the very hospital where he and his brothers had been born.

“Speed limit, Cavill!” You reminded him, frowning.

“Baby!”

“He's not going to pop out right now!!”

“He could!

“Between the two of us, Hank, I'm damn sure he's not!” You snapped back, through a contraction. “Deep b-breaths! ” You wheezed, through the pain.

“Relax your shoulders, don't clench your jaw, take a deep breath in....and let it out!” Henry reciting your Douala and doing the technique with you. “Amazing, baby doll. I'm so proud of you.”

“Jesus Christ on a motorbike.” You sighed as the pain faded. “We're waiting at least three years before we have our daughter.” You panted over at him.

“Yes, ma'am.” Henry laughed, holding his hand out to you. “Whatever you want.”

“I know what we should name him.” You said, softly.

“Oh?” He replied, pulling into the hospital parking lot. “What?”

You looked over at him, your expression soft. “I want to name him, Charlie.” You told him, biting the corner of your lip, you'd put a lot of consideration into it over your pregnancy. “We wouldn't have met, if your brother didn't nag you to come talk to me at that club.”

Biting his lip, a heart shaped lump thumping in his throat. “You're right.” He whispered; voice raw.

Charlie had prodded him for an hour, while supplying him with shots of liquid courage, to finally cross the club you both were in. You were with your friends, blowing off steam after a long work week, and Henry, Charlie and two other friends of Henry's were just hanging out, since he was in town and not working on any projects.

He never forgot the look on your friends' faces as he approached your table, recognizing him, melting into the dark leather of your corner booth and mumbling to each other with hungry, googly eyes. But you, while surprised a celeb was approaching you, hadn't fawned over him, like they did. You'd kept your cool, with jittery insides. Henry politely acknowledged everyone at the table, but his blue eyes were set on you. He asked, trying to have a persona of cool and calm, if he could get you a drink, noting on the way over, yours was empty, and with relief, you'd said yes. So, you dislodged yourself from your friends and followed him to the bar. Striking up a conversation with him, that moved to an empty table, after getting your drinks and lasted until the announcement the club was closing, at two am.

Neither of you had wanted to move apart, but it was late and you both knew it. So, you exchanged numbers and texted while you got yourselves home, then fell asleep. Making the promise to have a proper dinner the next day.

All of which snowballed to this moment. Sitting in the car at the hospital, married and staring at each other between contractions, discussing the name you wanted for your first born, for your son.

“It's perfect.” He nodded, reaching out to cup your cheek. “I could ask for nothing more for Christmas, than you and our son, for Charlie.” He choked up, leaning across to kiss you deeply.

@winter2112rose / @littlefreya / @kemillyfreitas / @thereisa8ella / @courtlynwriter / @starfirewildheart / @beck07990 / @goldenirishpotato / @pipsqueakkitten

#viking-raider fics #A Christmas Miracle #A Christmas Miracle *Fic* #Henry Cavill #Henry Cavill RPF #British Actor RPF #Fluff #Cotton Candy Fluff #Christmas Fluff #Christmas Story #Christmas Fic #new fic #henrycavill #In-Laws

[rivatar]

Hi! Love ur writing! Can you do a cute short story where the reader introduces neteyam and loak to cotton candy?

Cotton Candy 🍬

A/N: Hi anon!! Thank you for the request and compliment!! This was such a cute idea. I hope y’all enjoy this short lil story :)

Warnings: None, just fluff!! And like one curse word (Lo’ak’s potty mouth lol)

Pairing: Neteyam&Loak w/ Human!reader

Neteyam and Lo’ak were excited to try this new tawtute treat you spoke of. You had already introduced them to ice cream, chocolate, and suckers, so they figure anything with this so-called sugar ingredient from the human world would be just as good.

They followed behind you like little puppies as you went into the food storage room to get to the stash of cotton candy, one of your favorite options to satisfy a sweet tooth.

The cotton candy was neatly stacked up in individual cups in the box, so you grabbed 3 for each of you.

They grabbed the cup in their large hands and brought it up for a close inspection.

“It weighs like- nothing,” Lo’ak mused as he easily tossed it up in the air and caught it.

Neteyam was just eyeing it with a curious look in his eyes that made you silently laugh to yourself.

You take the lid off of yours and they imitate your action, making sure they are doing everything like you’re how doing.

You grab a little chunk with your thumb and index finger and hold it up to Lo’ak, who was closest to you. He bent down to reach it with his mouth like you were suggesting.

“Holy shit- it just melted on my tongue like a little cloud” he laughed, eyes wide as the sweetness burst onto his taste buds. “You have to try it, brother!”

“You heard the man, my turn” Neteyam said as he leaned down, mouth open and tongue out. His tail was swishing playfully.

You giggled at the sight as you could also see his fangs sticking out which may have frightened anybody else not used to them, but to you it was cute.

“You know I gave you your own for a reason” you joked and he rolled his eyes, but you still took out a piece for him and placed it on his tongue.

His eyes grew wide at the overwhelming sweetness, too. Meanwhile, Lo’ak was already digging into his portion and playing with the food.

You couldn’t help but smile at their enjoyment and approval. They were always showing you the foods of Pandora, so it was nice to impress them with some human things every now and then.

“Watch this,” you put a piece on your mouth and opened your mouth so they could see it melt into nothing.

“Bro, it disappeared!” Lo’ak laughed as he hit Neteyam’s arm in amusement.

“Tawtute things never fail to surprise me” Neteyam shook his head in disbelief while smiling with his arms crossed, cup still in hand and not opened.

“Are you gonna eat that?” You asked Neteyam.

“Can I not take it with me and save it for later?”

“Yes of course. Just don’t show anyone please”

He tilted his head, wondering why you requested this. “Why not?”

“I need my supply to last!”

#avatar fanfiction #avatar the way of water #atwow #avatar #james cameron avatar #neteyam #loak #loak sully #neteyam sully #neteyam x reader #loak x reader #fluff #avatar fluff #cotton candy

[nemotakeit]

the lore is just an excuse for tyler to shave his head for the 483882th time

#pleassse bbg keep ur fluff 😭 #i adore egg tyler too BUT #its like that gif of a raccoon taking a handful of cotton candy to wash jt in a stream and the cotton candys dissolved so it becomes all #flabbergasted distressed confused #same with tyler's hair for me hsjakak #twenty one pilots #tøp #tyler joseph

[bonky-n-steeb]

cotton candy

summary || you just had a very bad day and Bucky reassures you in the best way possible.

warnings || very sweet yet very filthy, overload of kisses, unprotected sex, praise kink, fingering, hand feeding, hurt/comfort, body worship, multiple orgasms, very very comforting and reassuring and loving. PWP — MINORS DNI 🔞 if any of this makes you uncomfortable then please do not read!

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“Hey! How was your day?” Bucky asked cheerfully, but you didn’t have it in you to reply back. Instead, you just held your face in your hands as you sat on the sofa. You clenched your eyes closed as you feared tears would tumble past your eyelids if you opened them.

You didn’t see it, but you knew Bucky was frowning with worry. You kept your face buried in your palms as he sat besides you. “What happened?” His voice held the power to destroy you. Because just the eminent worry in it was enough to make you cry.

You hadn’t said a word, and yet Bucky understood. He pulled you closer and you instinctively buried your face in his warm chest. His circled his arms tightly around you and rubbed his hand down you back. You knew he was saying everything was going to be okay, without saying a word, and it just made you sob harder.

“I.. I don’t know what to do.” Your voice was muffled in his shirt, and yet he heard you clearly. He shushed you as you cried, not because you were afraid, but because you felt safest in his arms. You knew you could put down the mask you wore in front of the world and just be you in front of Bucky.

“I just feel so… so helpless. Things are happening that are out of my control and I hate it. I hate this feeling…” you sniffled as you looked up at Bucky. His blue eyes shone in understanding as he wiped away your tears with his thumbs and cupped your cheeks.

“I know it feels bad, but it’s going to get better.” He said softly. “No. No it’s not.” You shook your head, but he titled your face such that you looked directly into his eyes. “Do you trust me?” Without question. You nodded and a soft smile spread across his lips. “Then believe me when I say everything is going to turn out just fine.”

The conviction with which he says leaves you no option but to believe him. His eyes were so kind, and just looking at his face soothed your aching heart. He would leave everything in this world just to be by your side — you knew that he would.

“And till then, I’ll be right by your side, holding you close.”

This, right here, was all that you ever wanted. Just his words were enough to make all your worries go away. Because you knew, even if you didn’t have anything else, you’d always have Bucky. He was yours, and you were just as much his.

“Bucky…” you whispered as you cupped his cheek and pulled him close. His lips were soft against yours as you kissed and you were sure he could taste your salty tears. The kiss was slow and endearing like a sweet love letter shared between you.

You could feel his breath against your face as he pulled away. “Will you let me look after you?” The words were simple, but you knew what they meant. You wouldn’t love nothing more than just to submit to Bucky, and not think. “Yes please.”

It felt as if he had all the time in this world as he peppers light kisses over your face. Once your lips, cheeks, jaw, nose and forehead were covered with his love, only then he was satisfied and he pulled back. You loved feeling adored, and Bucky loved doting upon you.

Bucky slipped his hands under you and picked you up and a little giggle slipped past your lips despite everything. He still bent to place a chaste kiss to your lips as you carried you inside. Bucky just couldn’t have enough of you, and you ate this feeling up.

He placed you down on the floor once you were in the bathroom. He went past you to fill the bathtub with warm water and as you slipped your hand under your shirt to pull it up, he gestured you to stop. Once the water was warmed up to his choice, he turned back to you.

“Let me do all the work.” He said as he pulled up your shirt. You were nearly breathless by the time he discarded your clothes, one by one. “You sit in there and enjoy yourself, I’ll be back in a minute.” You opened your mouth to protest, but he shut you up with a kiss.

“Shhh… let me do all the thinking tonight. You just look pretty for me, okay?” He chuckled and you couldn’t help but smile. He waited until you dipped yourself into the warm water and only once you were settled did he leave. You nearly forgot all your worries as the hot water seeped into your pores.

You opened your eyes when you heard Bucky walk in, but you hadn’t even realised when you closed them in the first place. You gasped as you noticed the fruit plate he was carrying. “You didn’t have to do all this. I just…” you stopped talking as Bucky’s face became stern.

“I know I didn’t have to, but I want to.” Tears once again lined your eyes and you noticed the frown lines on Bucky’s face. “You’re so good to me. Too good.” You really didn’t know how you’d scored a man like Bucky. His face immediately softened and he pulled out a stool and sat on it besides the tub.

“You deserve all this.” He placed a quick peck on the tip of your nose. “See. Too good for me. I don’t know how I’ll ever give it back to you. I…” he placed a finger on your lips to stop you from babbling further. “Do you love me?” You narrowed your eyes at his question, why would he even ask that. “Of course Bucky, I love you!”

“Then that’s enough for me.” Somehow Bucky knew exactly what to say to make you melt like butter. You shifted a little such that you could lean closer to Bucky. He picked up a strawberry from the plate and placed it in front of your lips. You hummed when your teeth sank into the berry and it’s juices exploded into your mouth.

Next, Bucky fed you pieces of banana, assortments of berries, and a selection of your favourite fruits. You admired the way Bucky was intent on feeding you with his hand. He only seemed satisfied once the entire plate was empty and he kept it aside and returned his focus on you.

Bucky smiled a dorky smile as he saw the fruit juices collected at the corner of your lips. You gasped out when he bent down and licked up the juice. The action was more erotic than it was meant to and you couldn’t stop yourself from begging for more.

He positioned you such that your head was resting on his metal hand and he could easily hold your head steady for him to kiss as his other hand travelled under the soapy water. Your mouth fell open as he placed his hand on your thigh before trailing it between your legs.

You didn’t have to be told to spread your legs as his hand settled on your core. His fingers ran over your sensitive folds in gentle strokes that had you silently gasping. He played with your swollen petals until you mewled beneath him. You moaned out his name when he finally circled your needy clit.

His eyes were staring at you, intensely mapping out the small twitches in your face, as he played you to his rhythm. The water swished around as you placed your hands on the edge of the tub as Bucky kept on his ministrations. You could bet that he loved to see the effect he had on you.

His lips descended on yours and you kissed him as if you needed him more than you needed air, which was partially true. You moaned into his mouth as two of his fingers entered your sopping hole. He didn’t let you out of the kiss as he fingered you.

Bucky sucked on your tongue before nibbling on your lower lip with his teeth. He then laved his tongue on the slight bruise. You began squirming under him as you felt your sending getting close, but Bucky held you tightly in place. The water was sloshing with his fingers and your entire body felt like a live wire.

He was thrusting his thick fingers into your cunt, stretching you out, and at the same time kissing you breathless. You placed your hand on his wrist and squeezed as the coil finally snapped and this whole world dissolved into a honeyed glaze. Your entire body felt like cotton candy as it melted into the water.

Bucky kissed your eyelids as you twitched with the aftershocks. He gently pulled out his fingers and you immediately missed the fullness. You noticed that when you had squirmed, a few splashes had landed on Bucky, wetting his shirt.

He was quick to cover you with a warm towel when you stepped out of the tub. You clutched the towel to start wiping yourself, but Bucky stopped you. Let me, once again he didn’t speak, but his eyes were enough to convey the emotion.

He was sweetly caring as he dabbed the towel down your body. Started from the hands, he bent down until he could dry your legs. He picked you up again and you nearly rolled your eyes at his overprotective behaviour. “Bucky… I can walk.” You giggled as he carried you into the bedroom.

“But you don’t have to when I’m here.” You could feel his chest rumbling as he said it. He placed you on the bed and you got up on your hands to watch the show as he began undressing. He wasn’t as considerate with himself and quickly stripped down and yet to you that was the sexiest thing.

This wasn’t the first time you’d seen him naked, yet everytime you laid your eyes on him, you couldn’t help but marvel. His muscles rippled beneath his skin as he crawled up the bed towards you like a prowling wolf. His metal arm glinted in the moonlight and you put your hand out to trace the golden lines on the dark metal.

Your palm met his scruffy cheek as you pulled him down for a kiss. Your head was floaty and kiss felt like the sweetest thing in the world. You sucked on his tongue as he caressed his hand down your body. His palms, one cold and one warm, fondled your breasts and you moaned in his mouth.

You knew he was making love to you tonight and it was the most pleasant feeling ever. Your hands roamed the hard planes of his body and for a tough second it was hard to believe this man was yours, only yours. You couldn’t get enough of this sappy feeling, and you didn’t want to.

Bucky trailed down kisses to your neck from your lips and you felt like on the seventh heaven as he kept on worshiping your body. You started panting when he playfully nibbled on your skin before laving it with his tongue. You were sure tonight was going to leave behind bruises which you would proudly wear the next day.

Next, he laid fluttering pecks down your sternum before sucking on your pebbled nipple. He tweaked the other breast with his metal fingers and the contrasting sensation of his hot mouth suckling on one and his cold fingers pinching your tits had you arching your back.

Your fingers sank into his broad shoulders as he ventured lower and you were sure he’d have crescent shaped marks of your nails on his skin. He let go of your nub with a pop and settled lower. You shied away when he placed kisses on your tummy but he held you tight by your hips.

“Don’t shy away from me.” His voice was raspy and thick with lust. You could feel your heart thundering in your chest as he looked up at you, his eyes dark with desire. “You’re the prettiest person in this world.” He mumbled as he kept smothering you with kisses.

You huffed out a dry laugh and were about to speak when Bucky stopped his ministrations. “What? You don’t believe me? Do you know that everytime I look at you I feel like my heart is going to burst, because you’re so gorgeous and sweet, I can’t believe I get to have this sweetness all for me.”

Your eyes watered again, but this time it was because you believed Bucky’s sincerity. The burning passion in his eyes and this sincere tone had you wanting to melt right into him. “I need you, but I want you just as much. I love you, and you mean everything to me. You’re my choice, my one and only. And don’t you ever doubt that.”

“I won’t Bucky, I promise.” Your voice was heavy with unspoken words. “Good girl.” You weaved your hand in his silky strands and pulled him up. He grunted as he surely had other plans. “I need you Bucky. Now!” You smashed his lips against yours and placed your hands on his ass to keep him there.

A shiver ran down your spine when Bucky pressed his hard length against yours. He rubbed his head over your sopping pussy before lining himself up at your entrance. You both groaned as his thick cock entered you in a slow, yet firm stroke.

Bucky held still for a moment and only pulled back when you nodded desperately for him to move. You nearly choked on how full his cock made you feel as he speared his way back in. Your circled your arms around his neck as you couldn’t even bare to have that much space between you.

“Bucky..” you softly moaned as he held your hips while fucking up into you in a steady pace. His thrust weren’t fast or unrelenting, rather they were measured and hard, as if he wanted you to feel the way he stretched you out.

You could hear the squelch of your juices accompanied with your moans in the otherwise silent room. Your legs were shaking with the force of his thrust as his cock repeatedly hit that special spot within you. “You feel what you do to me?” You rasped.

He groaned in your ear and it was honestly the sexiest sound you had heard. His speed gradually increased and yet he wasn’t too rough. You ran your fingers down his back and you felt the way his muscles were shifting as he fucked into you. He arched his neck and cursed as you drew grooves down his back with your nails.

His placed his mouth over yours and you just breathed each other in as you were too out of it to kiss. You knew you were very close and you just needed that one thing to push you over the edge. “Tell me… tell me you love me.” You breathed out.

“I love you.”

Those three simple words were enough to you to tumble down the abyss of shattering pleasure. Your toes curled and your body trembled beneath him as he kept on thrusting within you. A few tears slipped down your eyes at the intensity and Bucky licked them up with his tongue.

Your body was at such a heightened state of pleasure that you nearly didn’t feel like you stopped orgasming. Your words were an incoherent string of moans as you couldn’t comprehend much. All that currently mattered in the world was just you and Bucky.

Your eyes snapped open when you felt Bucky’s hand around your throat. He wasn’t squeezing or even putting pressure, but the reassuring weight of his hand over your throat had you visibly calming down. He tugged on your lower lip with his finger and you licked it with your tongue.

The veins on Bucky’s neck were popping up and you wanted to sink your teeth into them. Your bodies were slick with sweat and your cheeks were decorated with tear tracks. You felt Bucky twitch within you and you knew he was close too.

Your body was more relaxed than ever and it was so sensitive due to Bucky’s previous activities, that you were sure you were about to come again. “Bu.. Bucky..!” He pressed his forehead to yours and you relished in the feeling. “Shhh… I know you can give me one more. Just one more, okay promise.”

You closed your eyes and let him play you to his tune. He grunted and cursed into your ear as he lost his rhythm and become desperate before coming deep inside you. His orgasm triggered yours and you too cascaded down with him. As you came together, you almost felt as if your souls were connected to each other.

You held each other tightly as if the other was the only lifeline back to earth. There was this deep ache within you that seemed to have vanished. You both breathed heavily as you twitched and convulsed with aftershocks. A goofy smile spread across both of your lips as you considerably calmed down.

You didn’t know how much time passed as you just stared lovingly into each other’s eyes. All your previous worries and tensions were forgotten as you gazed at Bucky as if he had all the answers in the world, which maybe he did.

You bathed in the feeling of his warmth body covering you, and an age old instinct screamed that he was protecting you from all the problems of this world. You whined with displeasure when he pulled away after some time. He chuckled as he got up to go get a wet cloth to clean you up and bent down to press a kiss to your forehead.

“Shh,.. let me just look after you.”

this is actually very self indulgent and I’ve been wanting to write this for a long time. this is my own comfort scenario and I just wanted to share it with you guys. I hope you like it as well.

reblogs and comments are highly appreciated. I hope you have a wonderful day!!

#cotton candy #bucky barnes #sebastian stan #marvel #mcu #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x plus size reader #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes fluff #sebastian stan x y/n #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan smut #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes drabble #bucky barnes series #bucky barnes fanfiction

[bobokitty]

Every time I go back to catch up on Welcome to Demon School Iruma-kun, I'm get punched in the face over how cute it is (in-between fun plot stuff). All of chapter 308 is just gjdhsjdhjsks 😭😭😭😭

#welcome to demon school iruma kun #mairimashita! iruma kun #iruma kun #gjdhdjdjjs #the love trio #spoilers #I'm not big on fluff and this series is one of the exceptions i make #i think it's cuz of the art and plot stuff #there's some meat in there #not just cotton candy #can't seem to get any of my coworkers to give it a try though rip

[topazshadowwolf]

GoopTales: Part 22, waking up and domestic fluff

And now, they wake up...

Parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22(you are here)/34

AO3: Ch 1 (1-4), Ch 2 (4-8), Ch 3 (9-12), Ch 4 (13-16) Ch 5 (17-19), Ch 6 (20-23), Ch 7 (24-27), Ch 8 (28-31), Ch 9 (32-34)

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Something moving started to pull him from the deeper sleep he had been enjoying. It wasn’t the first time he felt something move while sleeping. It frequently happens; he ignores it and continues to sleep, which is how it usually goes. His tentacles, reacting to the emotions that his dreams stir, are typically what he feels when moving about in bed. 

This was different, though.

It felt like small hands pushing on his back as someone was climbing on him. Soft, hushed voices telling the one who was climbing him confirmed his suspension. Nightmare groaned softly before opening his eye and looking at the little skeletons. Killer continued to climb up on him, settling down in the center of his back, making it hard for Nightmare to see him.

“killer,” Horror hissed softly in a whisper, “you woke him up.”

“i did?” Killer asked without the care of keeping quiet.

“You did,” Nightmare said before yawning. Slowly sitting up, he felt Killer safely slip down onto the bed in a fit of giggles.

“sorry,” Dust said softly.

“No need to apologize. I actually had a pleasant sleep. I hope you four did as well,” Nightmare said as his tendrils curled around the four small skeletons in a hug. “Now, if only I woke up on my own accord and not because some little minion decided to start crawling all over me. A rude awakening by an intrepid mountain climber is a poor start to a day.”

“intepit?” Cross asked.

“In-trep-id,” Nightmare corrected.

“intrepid,” Cross said, trying again.

“There you go, it means fearless or adventurous,” Nightmare explained.

“that’s me!” Killer exclaimed, holding his arms up excitedly.

Nightmare used a tendril to pick the child up, purposefully holding him upside-down, “Yes, that was you, but your actions were still rude. Were they not?”

Killer giggled, “sorry!”

“Why do I doubt that you are?” Nightmare asked, and Killer giggled more as Nightmare set him back down. “Alas, the youth these days have no respect for their elders. Whatever is an old man like me to do?”

“i re-pect you, mr. night,” Cross said quickly before whispering to Horror, “what’s re-pect mean?”

“respect, it means… um…,” Horror put his hand to his chin as he thought. “i know what it means just… um…”

“You are unsure how to define it, or put it into words?” Nightmare asked, and Horror nodded. “Start, and I will help you when you need it.”

“okay, um. it means that you… show uh… well you listen and you…show someone they are important,” Horror said, then looked at Nightmare.

“Exactly. You honor them by listening, doing as they ask, and being polite.” He smiled and patted Horror on the back. “You did well, Horror. You did not need my help after all.”

“thank you, mr. night,” Horror said with a smile.

“i respect you! i just like being silly,” Killer giggled.

“That you do, you little imp,” Nightmare huffed.

To that, Killer gasped and folded his arms, “i’m not an imp! i’m a skeleton!”

“Yes, you are. Come along, babybones. Time for breakfast,” Nightmare said as he stood from his bed.

“oh! oh! can you carry me, pleeeeaaase~?” Killer asked, holding his arms up in the traditional ‘pick me up pose’ all children seem to know naturally.

“me too! please!” Cross said, putting his arms up as well.

“Alright,” he said as he used his tendrils to wrap around those two and lifted them off the bed. Killer giggled and squirmed a little before finally settling into the hold. It amused Nightmare as the youngest, Cross, patted the tendril as if it were alive while whispering, “thank you” to the limb. As Cross continued to gently pet the limb, Nightmare turned his attention to Dust and Horror. “What about you two? Do you want to be carried, as well?”

“yes, please,” Horror replied, and Nightmare curled a tendril around him. Horror simply hugged the limb that held him with a content smile.

Dust was hesitant and fiddled with his fingers for a short moment before he softly muttered, “please?”

And with that, Nightmare lifted him off the bed as well. Just as before, there was a flinch at the initial contact, but Dust soon relaxed and was lifted off the bed. He looked down and around himself, interested in the different angle he now had to view everything. 

Nightmare made his way out of his room to theirs to help them pick out what they would wear and get them ready for the day. Keeping Killer and Cross focused was a struggle, but he could after that good sleep. One at a time, he helped them brush their teeth, Cross needing help with the action to make sure he got all of his teeth, and a tendril around Killer kept him in place long enough to complete the task. Once done and dressed, he walked them down the hall.

“what about you, mr. night? you still have your jammies on!” Cross asked.

“That I do. Once you four are being watched by Lyra, I shall change and brush my teeth,” He explained as they continued on their way. This time, they wanted to walk on their own—Killer and Dust on one side, Horror and Cross on the other side of him. Killer and Horror were holding a tendril in one hand and the other’s hand in the other.

Once they reached the kitchen, he found Lyra at the refrigerator going through its contents. She looked up at Nightmare and the others and smiled. “I hope you do not mind. I decided to make meal plans for the week,” she said, closing the refrigerator door.

“I do not mind at all. I will admit, I was so busy with other things that I just decided on meals when it was time to eat,” Nightmare admitted. “Speaking of meals, I have four little baby bones-”

“i’m not a baby! i’m an intrupid,” Killer started.

“Intrepid,” Nightmare corrected.

“intrepid… umm… oh! climber!” Killer announced.

“you are a babybones,” Horror grinned while patting Killer on the head.

“nuh-uh!” Killer rebutted.

“Alright, no more arguing. All four of you are baby bones, adventurous nature or not. Now, if Lyra is alright with it, I will leave you four in her care as I get myself ready for the day,” Nightmare declared.

“okay, mr. night!” Cross said before hugging Nightmare around the legs.

“I think that sounds like a wonderful idea. I will have them help with breakfast, and when you get back, we will enjoy a meal together,” Lyra smiled.

It had been long enough that Dust could now eat most of what was given to him without making him sick. And with them helping, that should keep Killer out of trouble and Horror entertained enough not to prank the others. Content they were in good hands, Nightmare started to turn to leave when he felt someone holding one of his tendrils.

Looking down, he saw Dust holding the limb in question. He was near tears as he looked up at Nightmare with a pleading look that said what his voice was failing to say. Dust wanted to come with. When he was alone with the boys, Dust stayed close whenever Nightmare was home. He usually did not initiate physical contact beyond holding a tendril like now, but he did accept it when offered. At this moment, when the others were going over to Lyra to learn what she had planned for breakfast and how they could help, Nightmare considered Dust may have become “clingy.”

What was he to do…

Nightmare will not admit it, but after his troubles as a small child at the hands of adults… he had a soft spot for them. Such young children should be his brother's concern. And yet, Nightmare just had a hard time hurting, emotionally or physically, children. It just felt like bullying.

He just… didn’t like bullying of children…

That dislike only seemed to get stronger the older he got.

But this wouldn’t be bullying… it would be telling Dust he had to wait with the others.

And yet…

He was getting soft…

Those sad eyelights, tears in the corner of his sockets, as the child silently pleaded…

“Dust,” Lyra said as she walked over and knelt down. “Mr. Night just needs to get dressed and cleaned up like you did.”

Dust looked down at the floor and nodded; he understood, but… Nightmare was the first adult to show him kindness and love. After all the anger and hate he had experienced, Dust seemed scared to be away from Nightmare. He felt safe when Nightmare was around and wanted the guardian who was protecting him from “The Doctor” to stay nearby.

“Lyra, I,” Nightmare started, but Lyra shook her head.

“Dust, I have an idea. Can you help me? Nightmare is going to be very hungry by the time he is done, and I do not think I and the other three could make enough food for him without your help,” Lyra said as she held her hand out to him.

“Hmmm, I am feeling rather peckish right now,” Nightmare said thoughtfully.

“I am sure you will be ravenous by the time you return,” Lyra grinned.

“i thought you didn’t hafta eat since you eat emotions!��� Killer blurted out. He then gasped, “what about all the times you didn’t eat with us? Was that because… because you didn’t make enough for all of us and you?”

“Well… I require emotions more than food, but I also enjoy food,” Nightmare explained.

“you really need my help?” Dust asked in a whisper to Lyra.

“I do,” She whispered back. “So, will you help us?”

Dust looked up at Nightmare and then back at her with a nod. With that, she extended her hand, and he placed his hand in hers. She then stood and guided him over to the others. Dust looked back momentarily but then focused on where she was guiding him. With the group distracted with breakfast plans, Nightmare turned and left the room to prepare for the day.

…

He could get used to this…

#This is just fluff #sweet sweet cotton candy domestic dadmare fluff #With a bit a FuzzyNight sprinkled on top with Lyra being a momster #Gooptales #dadmare #nightmare!sans #dust!sans #killer!sans #horror!sans #cross!sans #babies learning big words from papa #Nightmare finally got some good sleep #hurray! #:3 so much soft domestic fluff

[midnight-moth]

It makes me really happy that people seemed to enjoy my semi conscious ramblings. I don’t know. That’s what’s hot to me right now. Holding hands, that’s hot. Slipping your fingers inside someone’s sleeve to touch the inside of their wrist, sexy. Hugging someone and just like standing there smelling their clothes and listening to their heart beat. Yeah. Filthy. Don’t even get me started on resting your head in someone’s lap while they pet your hair and let you fall asleep a little. Maybe run their fingers across your eye lashes once or twice cause they look fluffy. That’s hot. Everyone’s fully dressed and fucking shy and awkward. and they keep thinking they’re dehydrated or something because their mouth is so dry because they’re nervous. Forgetting to eat because you don’t want to move or say or do anything to break that silly little spell. And when you finally walk in the front door you’re all light headed and it’s cause you’re starving or you’re just love sick. All of that super hot. Walking somewhere and holding hands inside of the pocket of their winter jacket? God damn.

Raindrop this is about raindrop them acting like this is the hottest thing I can think of right now

Ok also. Anytime Dew sees one of those communal candy bowls that seem to be everywhere esp cause it’s Halloween, he stuffs some in his pocket. Rain never seems to notice that they’re everywhere, let alone why. Feet on the ground, head in the clouds. He saves them just to give them to Rain cause he’s always so surprised and delighted and he thinks the small sizes of all the things are super cute. Dew sized if you will.

#maybe it’s like a reaction to the glorious overload of kinktober smut #idk I just want them to be sweet to each other #they can fuck nasty later #for now it’s all awkward silences and shy smiles and obscene amounts of blushing #so much fluff and mush that your heart would melt like cotton candy on someone’s tongue #this is all I care about #raindrop #it’s not cause of kinktober #it’s because I am a fucking sap and I will stop pretending otherwise

[mystoz]

— how it feels to fall for saihara shuichi.

A/N: not a request, just a sucker for stuff with my fav pretty boy <3

SYNOPSIS: headcanons for what it’s like to fall for and date saihara shuichi.

PAIRING: saihara shuichi x gn! reader

CONTENT WARNINGS: none

ADDITIONAL INFO: reader is gender neutral and uses they/them pronouns, gender is never specified.

WORD COUNT: 1.05k+

PRE-DATING

to fall for saihara is to constantly have that little giddy feeling in your heart when you’re met with something familiar that holds a special place within you.

to fall for saihara is that random rush of happiness you get when pulling an all-nighter.

sighs ,, when i tell you he has my heart

when he finally realizes he likes you, he is such a flustered mess.

it’s almost pitiful

he’ll stutter and stumble over every word, pink to the ears and jaw

touches from saihara pre-relationship will linger much longer than needed.

(they still linger even after you’re dating— a very clingy boy !!)

this includes but is definitely not limited to long hugs, intertwined hands, and linking arms

much to yours and everyone’s surprise, saihara confesses first !

the day he plans is actually quite nice— he takes you out for a stroll in the park and the two of you have a picnic on a hilltop. he knew the stars would be out tonight, so you two stayed atop of the hill and gazed up at the sky, laying down together and chatting amongst yourselves.

your hands are intertwined together, so when he begins to shake slightly, you ask if he’s okay

you best believe he is the most flustered he’s ever been

this boy is drumming his fingers against the ground, stuttering, the poor thing can’t even make eye contact with you

‘ shuichi? are you okay? i can feel your hand shaking, is anything the matter? ’

‘ n-no, uh- well actually, yes, there is- there is something i’ve been wanting to..to tell you for-for a while now. ’

his breathing is beginning to get heavy, his whole body trembling in shame. in fear.

what if you rejected him ?? what if you said no ? what if he ruined what you two already have, what if you never spoke to him again ? what if-

you squeezed his hand to reassure him that he was okay. that he was free to say whatever was on his mind.

‘ i’m right here, shu. it’s okay. you’re okay. ’

he calms himself down, slowly gathering up the courage to tell you what he’s been trying to say for a painfully long time.

‘ i’m so sorry for the trouble, i- uhm, uhm, it’s- ilikeyousomuchy/nilikeyousomuchtothepointwheremyheartisgonnaburstifikeepitinanylongeryoudon’thavetotellmeyoulikemebackijustwantedtoletyouknow- ’

saihara has removed his hand from your own, cradling himself as some form of protection. he’s turning his head away in shame, both because he just bore his heart out to you and because small tears were now spilling over his burning pink cheeks.

you took his hand again and pressed a small kiss to it, resting your hand against his palm.

saihara’s face is mixed with that of confusion and bashfulness, eyes darting back and forth to meet anything but your eyes.

‘ i like you too, shuichi. ’

just rip his heart out right then and there

he starts sobbing with a healthy(not really) mix of relief and happiness

POST-DATING

to date saihara shuichi is the embodiment of floating atop cloud nine. it’s that feeling of happiness when you realize that you have that special someone. when you know there’s somebody out there who loves you. somebody out there who cares about you so much to the point they’d risk their very life for you.

after you two start dating, everyone swears they’ve never seen saihara happier

‘ heehee !! wow, i’ve never seen saihara-chan smile so much ! you should’ve seen him when you weren’t around, n/n-chan !! it was all “y/n this”, “y/n that”, “i wanna kiss y/n soooo much-!!” ’ 

‘ kokichi !! ’

‘ whaaaat ? it’s true, saihara-chan ! ’

‘ i mean, he’s not wrong, shuichi. ’

‘ k-kaede !! ’

needless to say, his friends like to retell tales of saihara’s god awful pining

he is mortified. you think it’s adorable.

saihara loves to give you gifts !! he feels like he owes it to you for being the best lover you could ever be. 

though he gets flustered every time when doing so

he always feels the need to tell you in some shape or form that he loves you, even if you already know it.

speaking of which, failing to give him a constant reminder that he’s loved will result in a whole lot of overthinking and panic.

so make sure to tell him you love him !! whether this be verbally or through your own love language, saihara always needs affirmation when it comes to anything

even just a small “i love you” will mean the absolute world to him

nicknames nicknames nicknames !!!! sometimes they’re purposeful, most of the time it’s a subconscious decision.

“darling, my beloved, sweetheart, dear, my love” are his favorites and what he’ll usually refer to you by.

if you call him nicknames, however, he melts.

you called him pretty boy one time and his whole body went rigid. he stumbled over his words and spoke quietly, a state you hadn’t seen him in ever since he confessed.

a simple yet sweet person. the small things he plans out for your dates or the gifts he gives to you all have some sort of sentimentality behind them. 

saihara is very observant, so he’ll pick up on things you enjoy without much issue.

this benefits the two of you, for he can give you all you want and desire(though you tell him time and time again that just being with him is enough) whilst knowing your likes and dislikes.

he gets so shy about everything. he’s too afraid to do anything with you, so again, affirmation is all he needs. especially when it comes to touching you, it doesn’t come as easily as it does before you got together.

at least, for him.

it’s a must to tell him it’s okay to touch you. he’s so afraid he’ll overstep your boundaries or hurt you. when cuddling, he thinks he’s suffocating you by laying on top of you. when holding hands, he thinks his palms are too sweaty and that his grip on your hand is too tight.

he’s such an over thinker and doesn’t want to mess anything up with you, please tell him he’s doing amazing

dating saihara shuichi is an unforgettable experience that will forever leave you satisfied. he is such a sweet and loving person who is so genuine with you and everything he does. a true gem— please hold onto him and take care of him dearly.

thornesx ©

#shuichi saihara #shuichi #kokichi ouma #kaede akamatsu #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa x y/n #shuichi saihara x reader #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n #seraph lullabies #cotton candy skies #angst #fluff #danganronpa #danganronpa v3 killing harmony #danganronpa headcanons #shuichi headcanons #shuichi saihara headcanons

[sciderman]

my phone was going to die today so i’ve been writing the newest fic the ooooold fashioned way. pencil and paper and maximum effort 

#sci speaks #this fic is SFW and pure. cotton candy fluff.

[viking-raider]

Thankful

Summary: For Thanksgiving, you decide to take part of a military support group event and host a Veteran, having them over for dinner. Forming a lasting bond with a certain Captain.

Pairing: Henry Cavill/Reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Warning: G - Cotton Candy Goodness, Angst, Mention of Loss of Family Member, Mourning, Cold Mother, Embarrassed!Reader, Hurt/Comfort, Alcohol Use, Fluff, Friendly Bets, Southern Charm

Inspiration: It’s for Thanksgiving. 🍗

Author’s Note: I hope you enjoy this! Line divider by @FIREFLY-GRAPHICS! My Syverson's first name is Austin.

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You had received the message from one of the countless Military support groups you were a part of about the Sponsoring a Veteran for Thanksgiving event, and if you were interested in participating. You had hesitated for a couple days, before finally caving. You didn't have much family left of your own, just your mother. Since your father passed, when you were a kid and your only sibling, a brother, had been killed in the line of duty. Which was why you were a member of the support groups, looking to keep a closeness to him, and find some sort of peace with his death.

“All right.” The lead organizer, retired Lieutenant Sarah Timmans, sighed, looking over her clipboard at the list of names of all the Veterans that had been signed up for the event. “Your mother knows you're hosting a Vet, right?” She asked, cocking a brow at you, knowing how sensitive and touchy your mother was still about being around anything directly Military.

“I told her, I was bringing a friend over.” You answered, biting your lip nervously, knowing your mother's own mood swings on the subject.

“Girl, she's going to flip out on you.” Sarah said, shaking her head, eyes bulging. “Maybe, you should just do something one-on-one with them?” She suggested, trying to bypass a disaster.

“She's expecting us, and I'll get an earful, if I skip another family gathering.”

Sarah snorted at you, smirking. “It's your KP!” She teased, going down the list to find your name and who you'd been assigned. “So, your Vet is Captain Austin Syverson. He just retired seven months ago after nineteen years in the service of the U.S Army. Special Forces.” She informed you, looking up from the clipboard to scan the crowded room for a moment.

“Ah, there he is!” She smiled, motioning behind you.

Turning around and following her gaze, you were surprised for a moment, standing on the other side of the room, in a small cluster of other Vets, was a tall, thickly muscular guy, with a shaved head and well groomed beard. Everything about him exuded authority, self-confidence and calm. He was so damn handsome in his pair of dark wash blue jeans, brown cowboy boots and fleshly ironed, black dress shirt that was tucked in, showing off his belt buckle. Your insides tingled as you stared at him, throat going dry.

“Damn, that's a Texas boy.” You mumbled under your breath.

“Sure is.” Sarah agreed, checking him out as well. “You should go introduce yourself, before he thinks you stood him up.” She added, a hint of encouragement in her voice.

“God, you're right.” You started, frightened he just might, then weaved through the crowd towards him, pausing for a moment, until he noticed you. “Hi there.” You beamed up at him, your knees like a nervous jelly.

“Ma'am.” Syverson greeted you back with a Southern drawl, tipping his head forward.

“I'm your host, Captain Syverson.” You informed him, introducing yourself.

“Oh.” He replied, giving you a proper look over, a smile pulling over his lips as he took your lovely figure in the white, knee-length dress covered in delicate yellow flowers, paired with black flats. “It's a pleasure to meet you.” He said, his bright blue eyes meeting yours once more. “You can just call me, Sy.”

“Nice to meet you as well, Sy.” You answered, cordially extending your hand.

Smirking broader, Sy gently took your hand in his, shaking it. “I'm grateful that you've allowed me impose myself on you and your family's holiday.”

“Oh, it's quite all right.” You waved it off, shrugging your shoulders. “It's really just me and my mom, so nothing major.”

“Well, I'm just a Captain, so it'll literally be nothing Major.” Sy quipped, making the group around him crackle at the inside joke.

You dropped your head, hiding your amused smile, knowing the two of you were more than likely to get along, if he had that sense of humor. “Fair.” You nodded, lifting your head. “More than fair. Well, we can leave whenever you like.”

Sy turned over his wrist to glance at his watch. “We can go now, if you like.” He replied, twisting to a chair that was behind him and picking up a black, denim Sherpa coat off the back. “I'll see you boys later. Have a good Thanksgiving.” He bid the men, patting a couple on the shoulder, before following you out of the building.

“You can follow me to my place or we can ride together.” You told Sy, standing on the sidewalk with him, chewing on your lip.

“I can follow.” Sy answered, smiling down at you. “My truck's just over there.” He said, motioning over to the big, 2021 Dodge Ram, parked a short distance away.

“Okay. I'm just right there.” You informed him, pointing out your little KIA Niro.

“On your lead then, Major.” Sy quipped, winking at you, before heading off towards his truck.

“Christ,” You huffed, watching after him for a moment, your hand moving up to a necklace around your neck. “He reminds me so much of you, Phelan.” You sighed, then made for your vehicle.

Pulling out of the parking space, your phone started to ring, so you connected the car's Bluetooth. “Mother.” You answered, glancing in your rear-view, to make sure Sy was behind you, before you started out of the parking lot and into the street.

“How much longer are you going to be?” Your mother snapped through the car's speakers.

“I'm just leaving now, mom.” You sighed, pressing your lips together. “I had to find my friend and now we're heading there now. We should be there in about ten or so minutes.”

“Why is he spending Thanksgiving with us? Doesn't he have his own family?” She demanded, clearly pacing the house.

“I'm sure he has a family, mother. But I invited him over to ours and he accepted. So, please, be nice to him. He's a very polite and outstanding person, who doesn't need to be pestered and guilt tripped, or reminded his mother is lucky, that her son is still alive and not in the military and so on.” You hoped to warn and deter her from her usual interaction with the males she came into contact with. “Let's just have a nice dinner, for once.”

“How can we, when your brother isn't here.” She growled, then the line went dead.

“At least, I'm here.” You sighed, deflated by her words. “I should really warn Sy before we get into the house.” You thought, then pushed that unpleasantness aside.

Sy managed to keep behind your car, drumming his thumbs on the steering wheel. He felt a little nervous about going to a random, pretty young lady's home to have Thanksgiving dinner with her mother. However, he didn't have any other plans for the holiday under his belt, other than staying on the ranch he'd started up on his return home with Aika.

“Idle hands are the devil's workshop.” He commented aloud, following you off the on-ramp.

It would have just been him and his pup, working the horses all day, before making another ten minute meal and sitting in front of his laptop, since he still hadn't gotten around to buying himself a proper tv for the living room. So, he let one of his buddies nag him into signing up for the event. Sy wasn't at all disappointed either.

You were more than easy on his eyes.

Finally making it outside your place, you got out and met Sy in your driveway, shifting glances between him and the front door.

“Are you all right?” Sy asked, squinting down at you.

“Okay, look.” You blurted out, not looking back at him. “My mom is super touchy about the military.” You started to explain to Sy, giving him an embarrassed glance.

“Why?” He frowned, confused.

Your shoulders slumped slightly and a tired expression washed over your face. “My brother died in Afghanistan six years ago. My mom has taken that to her heart and soul. So anything military tends to set her off.”

“Then, should I even be here?” Sy asked, concerned about causing your mother any distress.

“It's my house and you're my guest.” You told him, bluntly. “I want you here for dinner. It'll be nice to have someone over that might actually engage with me.” You said, heading up the footpath towards the front door. “And not remind me that I'm not my dead, older brother.” You added under your breath, but Sy's sharp ear heard you all the same.

“Mom!” You called out, toeing off your shoes as you stood in the entry with Sy. “We're here.”

“Took long enough.” Her voice echoed back somewhere in the house.

You looked up at Sy. “I'm so sorry.” You mouthed, shaking your head.

“It's all right.” He smiled, his hand touching the back of your arm.

“Do you want something to drink?” You asked, showing him into the kitchen and pulling open the fridge. “Got wine, a couple bottles.” You twisted your upper half to peek at an upper shelf. “Looks like she's left my Ardbeg whiskey alone.”

“I wouldn't mind a little whiskey.”

Nodding, you shut the fridge and got down two glasses with the whiskey bottle. “Straight or on the rocks?”

“What are you having?” Sy asked, leaning back against your sink, a twinkle of mischievous curiosity in his eyes.

“The rocks.” You answered, a playful smirk tugging on your lips.

Sy drew a breath in through his nose, pressing his lips together as he nodded. “Impressed.”

“Thank you.” You chuckled, grabbing a couple ice cubes from the freezer and dropped them into your glasses, then poured you and Sy a generous amount of amber liquid. “Here you go.”

“Thank you, ma'am.” Sy tipped his head, taking the glass from you and took a sip. “Damn, that's smooth.”

“Mmm, for a twenty year old bottle, it should be.” You snorted, taking a gulp of yours.

“Twenty years.” Sy choked slightly. “Damn, almost as long as I was in--” He caught himself, eyes shooting to the two kitchen entrances. “Well, you know.”

“Yeah.” You nodded, a little stiff, praying your mother was lurking nearby, and polished off your drink, before moving over to the oven, revealing a nice sized turkey, just starting to turn a golden brown, filling the kitchen with a mouth-watering scent. “I started this about an hour and a half ago, so it should have about another hour or so to go. While it does that, I can show you around.”

“And, if you're as much of a Texan as I think you are, I'll pop the football game on.”

“You don't have to put the game on.” Sy laughed, feeling called out. “We can watch whatever you and your mother want. I'd hate to impose.”

“Captain Austin Syverson, you're not imposing.” You informed him, putting your foot down.

Sy's eyes widened and he gave you a half smirk. “I do love a woman that takes charge. Yes, ma'am, if you say so.”

“Besides, I'd love to see the Chiefs kick the Cowboys ass.” You added, teasingly.

“Oh, you're a traitor to your home state!” Sy gasped, horror on his face.

“Texas isn't my home state.” You giggled at him, then tisked. “Kansas isn't either, to be far.” You snorted, amused by the banter. “But I like Mahomes.”

“What's wrong with Dak Prescott?”

“Nothing! He's a great QB. I'm just a Chiefs girl.”

“I may have to call this Thanksgiving off.” Sy said, draining his whiskey glass and set it on the counter behind him and pushed off the edge. “To eat at the same table as a Chiefs girl, may just be too much for this ol' Texas boy.”

You were worried for a moment that Sy was genuine, and felt terrible for bringing it up, until you finally noticed the look in his eye and relaxed. He had a dry humor and pulled it out on you, catching you good.

“Shoot, you had me there.” You chuckled, breathy.

He winked at you, amusing you more with his cute double blink.

“Well,” You sighed, looking at the kitchen. “This is the kitchen.”

“A very nice kitchen.” Sy echoed, nodding and rubbing a hand over the counter top. “Nice and clean.”

“Thank you, I do my best.” You replied, bowing your head. “Out that way is the dining room, where we'll be having dinner.” You said, motioning to your right, and Sy peeked in, finding a long, glass table already set for three people with nice little autumn decorations as a centerpiece. “Over here, is the living room, where we'll probably be starting our football rivalry.”

You showed him into the living room, just as your mother came downstairs, in nothing but a pair of loose shorts, a tank top and an open bathrobe, a half glass of white wine clutched in her hand. You felt a cold shard of embarrassment go down your back. You had hoped, when you told her you were going to get Sy, she would have dressed into something—anything.

“Mom, this is Sy.” You told her, keeping your voice even. “Sy, this is my mother, Dana.” You introduced them, chewing the inside of your lip to bits.

“Pleasure to meet you, ma'am.” Sy greeted her politely, nodding his head kindly, like nothing was out of place.

She looked Sy over, taking a gulp of her wine. “How do you and my daughter know each other?” She inquired, lifting a brow at him.

You stiffened, you hadn't considered fielding that question from her while Sy was over.

“Work.” Sy said, casually.

“So, she's your accountant?” Dana pressed and showed no sign of easing off.

“I am.” You chimed in, hoping to get her to drop the subject and leave Sy alone.

“That she is.” Sy confirmed, backing you up. “Helps me out with my ranch.” He told Dana, tapping that belt buckle at his waist, bearing the Hook Hill Ranch logo on it.

“Hmm.” Your mother grunted, not sounding convinced. “Why aren't you spending Thanksgiving with your family?” She asked, giving Sy a hard look.

“Mom!” You snapped, horrified.

“It's all right.” He assured you, giving you a soft smile. “I'm an only child. I've never known my father and my mother ran off, when I was ten years old, leaving me to be raised by uncle, her brother. He had a heart attack three years ago, while milkin' his cows. So, it's just me and my dog, Aika, nowadays. Your daughter was kind enough to ask me over to your Thanksgiving dinner, and I accepted.”

“Satisfied?” You asked, annoyed your mother caused Sy to divulge such personal information.

Rolling her eyes, your mother turned in a flare of her bathrobe and headed back upstairs.

“Turkey will be done in an hour!” You called after her, with no reply. “I'm so sorry.” You said, turning back to Sy.

“It's okay.” He said softly, more concerned for you. “Is there anything I can do to help you finish up with dinner?”

“Um,” You tapped your foot. “No, I don't think so. Besides, you're my guest. You should relax.” You told him, waving over to the couch. “I can handle everything.” You assured him, rounding the arm of the couch to swipe the remote of the coffee table and turned the tv on, quickly finding the football game. “Ooh, Cowboys are beating the Chiefs by two points!” You hissed, casting a glance over your shoulder at Sy.

Sy moved to join you, holding your gaze. “I bet you a round of drinks, at a later time, that the Cowboys beat your Chiefs.”

“Are you asking me out on a date, Syverson?” You asked, surprised.

“I am.” He admitted, unashamed.

“Then, you're on.” You grinned, giving him a cocky look. “But, if the Chiefs win, I want to see your ranch.”

“Bold.” Sy smirked, a chuckle rumbling in his chest. “I'll even cook for you.”

“Sold.” You agreed, extending your hand out to him.

He shook your hand, then sat down on the couch, getting comfortable to watch the game, while you returned to the kitchen. Pausing for a moment, you refilled his whiskey glass and took it out to him, giving him a soft smile as you set the cool glass down on a coaster and went back to prepping dinner. Sy watched you over the back of the couch, moving and bumping about, taking a deep breath and taking all the lovely smells of your hard work wafting towards him and making his belly rumble.

Lord have mercy, she's gorgeous.

“You sweet on my daughter?” Dana's voice came up behind him.

Sy's head swung around to look back at her, seeing she'd finally gotten dressed, now wearing a pair of black leggings and a loose, cream colored jumper, but no shoes or socks. “I just might be.” He answered, meeting her gaze head on. “She's a sweet, generous young lady.”

“Young lady, how old are you?” Dana huffed, dropping down into a recliner at the end of the couch.

“I'm thirty-eight.” Sy replied, with an odd amusement.

Dana looked Sy over, her gray eyes scrutinizing. “At least you're both in your thirties.” She huffed, curling her legs underneath her and glared at the tv.

What a curious woman. Sy blinked, shaking his head at her.

The two of them sat quietly, not speaking or interacting with each other any further. Which didn't bother either Sy or Dana. You peeked in at them from time to time, scurrying out to fill Sy's glass, whenever you noticed it was empty and always asking if he needed or wanted something, before vanishing back into the kitchen or dining room.

You wanted the dinner to be as great as possible for Sy, and your mother.

“Dinner is ready, everyone!” You declared, coming into the living room, glancing at the football score, discovering the Chiefs had recovered since the last time you'd entered, now ahead by four points.

“Smells delicious.” Sy complimented you, as he and your mother came into the dining room, finding the set table.

The turkey was juicy and golden-brown, slices already carved and on a plate beside it, with sides of stuffing, mashed potatoes, rolls and cornbread muffins, yams with marshmallows, peas and asparagus, accompanied with pecan and pumpkin pie. There were two decanters of red and white wine, a bottle of Ardbeg, and a pitcher of iced tea.

“Thank you.” You grinned with shy pride, biting the inside of your lip. “Sit wherever you like and dig in.” You said, motioning to the chairs around the table, before slipping into one.

Sy joined you, winking at you, as he picked up a plate and started helping himself, piling his plate with meat, rolls, yams and cornbread. “Mmm, this is amazing.” He hummed, nodding his head and chewing his mouthful of turkey and mashed potatoes.

You were giddy that Sy was so in love with your cooking, glancing towards your mother, who was at the end of the table. But found she was sipping a glass of red and nibbling on a buttered roll, to your slight dismay. Pushing the feeling away, you fixed your plate and dug in, moaning at how tasty it was.

“So, your team was winning.” Sy commented, giving you a side brow as he continued to eat.

“Yeah, I noticed.” You smirked, feeling bubbly, as you poured yourself some wine. “Looks like we'll be spending some more time together.”

“That it does.” He nodded, feeling your mother's eyes on him. “I'll have to show you the new foal that was born last week.”

A flood of excitement filled you, you loved the thought of seeing a baby horse. “Oh! I bet they're just the cutest thing on the planet!” You gushed, eyes bright with love already. “What did you name it?”

“Oh, I haven't named the little rascal, yet.” Sy laughed, watching you just gush. “Maybe, you could help me come up with a name for her?” He suggested, looking at you over the rim of his whiskey glass.

“Hmm.” You hummed, falling into a meditative state as you brewed over a name for the baby horse.

“So,” Dana cleared her throat, eyes narrowed between you and Sy. “You're a Rancher?”

“Yes, ma'am.” Sy nodded, turning to regard her, nothing by polite respect in his expression.

“How long have you been one?” She questioned, swirling the wine in her glass.

“Ranchin' has been in my family for generations.” Sy replied, not letting her trip him up. “My many great-grandfather came over from Ireland, just after the American Revolution. Then, when the Civil War happened, my family fought and were granted land at the end, for their service. We've been doing it ever since.”

“So, your family fought for the South.” Dana said bluntly, causing you to choke on your food.

“Mother.” You rasped, eyes practically popping out of their sockets.

“No, ma'am.” Sy said coolly. “We fought for the North.” He told her, and left it at that.

“Are you satisfied?” You asked her slowly, eyes still wide and mouth agape.

“No.” She answered, getting up and leaving the room.

“I'm so sorry, Sy.” You stuttered, ashamed of your mother.

“It's all right, love.” He shook his head, wiping his hands on his napkin. “It's not your fault. It's not hers either, really.” He said softly. “She's mourning her son, and doing so takes the form in many ways. That's how your Ma is coping with your brother no longer being on this Earth.” He told you, resting back in his chair and fixing his blue eyes on you. “You're coping by going to support groups and trying to understand the kind people that he was, that he worked with, that he died surrounded by.”

You bit your lip, a lump of emotion strangling you and blurring your eyes; Sy was right. You wanted to be surrounded by those like your brother. It was like still having him there, in a way. You felt the strong, rough warmth of Sy's hand slip into yours, squeezing it and rubbing his thumb over your wrist as the two of you sat there, quiet and surrounded by your Thanksgiving feast.

“You know,” Sy spoke, breaking the silence. “I could actually use an accountant for my ranch.” He said, smirking over at you. “Plus, how about drinks at my place, while you figure out a new name for my foal? Who cares who wins the game.” He chuckled, arching a suggestive brow at you.

“Are you hinting at a sort of date, Syverson?” You asked, playfully thumb warred him.

“It's possible.” Sy laughed, letting you pin his thumb. “Maybe, I'll even cook you Christmas dinner.”

“Oh, I think I'd like that.” You told him, grinning, thankful you'd decided to host him for Thanksgiving.

#Syverson #Captain Austin Syverson #Thankful *fic* #Thankful #Viking-Raider Fics #Captain Syverson x Reader #Captain Syverson/Reader #captain syverson #captain syverson fanfiction #Syverson x Reader #Syverson/Reader #Fluff #Cotton Candy Fluff #Thanksgiving #Thanksgiving Fic

[butchdykekondraki]

i think the funniest art tip i have is ''you can draw hair like cotton candy if youre not a pussy about it''

#[ren] #and by that i mean i have literally used cotton candy as an art ref for hair fluff before. and its worked.

[aka-indulgence]

Sometimes. Sometimes I want uncomplicated, every day slice of life romance with skeletons where the biggest drama is "Life as it is" o(-(

#feeling mushy sobs #sometimes. i like 100% pure soft sweet fluff cotton candy #well not sometimes actually #a lot of the times #ndmfg

[civilization-illstayrighthere]

RED DYE NO. 40, a silverVdyne fic ( rated E, 4.8k words )

summary: Johnny never comes back from a gig without some sort of loudly voiced grievance or complaint; luckily, Kerry and V are there to help. tags: PWP, fluff, established relationship, post-canon, teasing as a love language, threesome, dirty talk, face fucking

( READ MORE HERE ) ( RBs AND COMMENTS MUCH APPRECIATED )

#cp 2077 #cyberpunk 2077 #kerry eurodyne #johnny silverhand #silvervdyne #silverdyne #johnnyv #thirsty thursday #stomping in a glass house #i was gonna post part of this for wip Wednesday but then realized I should just finish it #this fic is entirely plotless. Just cotton candy fluff and smut. beach read if u will

[ask-sebastian]

May I ask number 20 too. Curiosity might have a bad end for a cat, but not a Fluffball.

Well, since I have not had the pleasure of getting to know you much yet, I shall have to go with these.

20. three songs that remind you of the person who sends this one

#sebastian's musical owls #three song asks #antisocial-sheep #cotton candy - YUNGBLUD #cloudspotter - foo fighters #fluff - t4tr

[justacatto]

"Hey y'all AO3 is back up but its currently with a cloudflare protection-"

THE HELL AM I SUPPOSE TO DO WITH THIS 😭😭😭😭😭

(Please if any of y'all know how to deal with this it'll be super appreciated 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼)

#ao3 #achive of our own #first non-reblog post and its me being so mad that i can't read my daily dose of cotton candy fluff #istg if the reason cloudflare being a massive shit on my timeline is somehow connected to because i live in Indonesia #i'm gonna really start to plan on moving once i graduate ngl #Cloudflare #anyway if yall wondering. my time is set *correctly* on where i live #ao3 down #i can't even access fanfiction.net grrrrrrrrrr #oh yeah im on mobile btw

[pastafossa]

The Floof laying all 15 pounds of his warm, fluffy, purring self directly on your chest when you have a vicious cough and are experiencing chest pain... is a religious experience. It was like I had a vibrating heat pack attempting to buzz the cough away only the heat pack was also a floofy cloud made of purrs.

Thank you Mr. Floof for the lovely nap, cause my sick ass drifted off in about 20 seconds, and I probably needed it.

#pasta life update #i love this cat #i had a sentient ball of cotton candy fluff on my chest and it was lovely #my chest has been hurting so bad but he's so warm #Grade A healer is Floof