#hea allison

[codename-adler]

part of me hopes Baby Girl, Good Luck is about any aftg girl... part of me hopes babygirl is kevin.

ofc bbgirl is ALWAYS Kevin!!! but if i say it comes from Ethel Cain's "Sun Bleached Flies"..…………....? yeah it's Renee.

Adler's PiPs ~ Project: Baby Girl, Good Luck

this project is my babygirl fr. i once attempted to do NaNoWriMo with this fic, and failed, like i've failed every NNWM i ever signed up for! yay me!

but i have many notebook pages written, which counts for something in this world of vague WIPs and AUs. i have so many hopes for this fic. i want to elevate Renison and boost the numbers on ao3. it's like my sapphic magnum opus.

let's recap:

this is a Renison fic with the dynamic of friend-to-protector/FWB-to-lover for Allison and friend-to-savior/FWB-to-lover for Renee. yeahhh we're switching it up babey!

it is very much Renison-centric; i don't plan on involving much of the Foxes, at least not any more than necessary. Andrew and Jean for sure, Bee also, and Wymack, but all very much in the background.

it is canon-divergent; in the sense that it tries to be as in character as possible + as close to canon as possible, but; the fic takes place post-canon/post-TKM.

it should be my first NSFW work. it depends on how it progresses with the Kevaaron fic, but i doubt it will speed by BGGL, and if there will be NSFW at all. the debate is still on about that. BGGL is very much NSFW; in fact it is kind of the whole premise. think the "terminal curiosity" sakuatsu series by @favspacetwink & @/moonlumie on ao3 (iykyk)(but a little less rough/BDSM-ish).

topics to expect: self-harming coping mechanisms - diving into Renee's past and her past sexual abuse - looking at Renee's bio family - sex as coping strategy - ED - religious guilt - exploration of sexuality - ANGST - hurt/no comfort & hurt/comfort - HEA!!!

the premise:

Allison catches Renee in the midst of a sexual encounter, and although it seems consensual, Allison knows better than to believe her eyes and Renee's lies. Digging deeper, Allison uncovers the lengths to which Renee has gone to scratch an itch, one that has been under her skin since she was barely a teen. Allison cannot bear to see her friend be hurt by strangers nor by herself, so she makes her a deal: When it itches, come to me. We'll deal with it together. What starts as an innocent promise to take Renee's mind off of her urges with different hobbies, soon evolves into a full blown friends-with-benefits situation, where Allison leads Renee through the waves, teaches her one thing or ten, explores another dozen with her, and finally restores the notions of respect, health, faith, and love in Renee. But that's just what friends do for one another, right? And Allison would never break a promise, not for anything in the world. Right?

an excerpt:

a look at my disjointed terrible no good squiggly handwritten notes:

thank you so much @totallyfoxes for letting me gush about my babygirls, and sorry for the lack of Kevin :/ maybe try "The Language of Boys" or "Start of Time" ? 👀👉👈

#adler's pips #project: baby girl good luck #project: BGGL #baby girl good luck #renison #renee walker #allison reynolds #aftg #all for the game #the foxhole court #the sunshine court

[jegulusofwesper]

i’m gonna be honest i loved the teen wolf movie 🤷‍♀️

my favourite parts were:

scott and allison getting their endgame

stydia being happily married

mason and corey being in a loving relationship

THIAM

ethan and jackson

dilf derek being a loving father to his son

melissa with a crossbow

mason and liam’s friendship

alec, eli and isaac’s interactions

kira coming in, being a badass and saving the day

hale family time - peter, malia, derek, eli and cora

ethan punching mr harris (think sirius and lucius) for shooting jackson

the puppy pack scenes

scott and derek helping eli with being a wolf

stiles giving eli the jeep because he can’t help but see himself in the way eli behaves

the montages

the post credit scene of them all laughing while having a christmas dinner

the hea

liam’s beard 🥵

TRUE ALPHA DEREK HALE

#the teen wolf movie #teen wolf the movie #teen wolf #teen wolf movie #scott mccall #allison argent #stiles stilinski #lydia martin #mason hewitt #corey bryant #theo raekan #liam dunbar #ethan steiner #jackson whittemore #derek hale #eli hale #melissa mccall #isaac lahey #alec teen wolf #kira yukimura #peter hale #malia hale #malia tate #cora hale #the puppy pack

[lucky-bishop]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thanks for the tag @lavender-lotion love u!!!

How many works do you have on ao3?

80 as of this week! 79 Teen Wolf and 1 WWDITS 😂

What's your total ao3 word count?

662,501. Which is insane to me. But I've already posted 78k so far this year!

What fandoms do you write for?

First and foremost is Teen Wolf. But I have a few works in WWDITS, Stranger Things, and Scream. Most of them are WIPs, and only one is posted to AO3.

Top five fics by kudos:

Hearts in the Byline, Steter, E, 62,395 words

Kinky Antics with the Pack (Kinktober 2022), Multi-Pairing, E, 53,103 words

The Empty-Nester Alpha, Steter, E, 16,306 words

Try, Try Again, Steterek, E, 35,241 words

Mask of Many Faces, Steter, M, 22,806 words

Do you respond to comments?

Yes! Sometimes I'm slow or it takes me a while, but I largely respond to all comments. Sometimes if I don't know what to say to a comment, I won't say anything, but that's pretty rare.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Um. That is tough. I do love angst. I'm going to cheat and give two because they are angsty in very different ways. Major character death vs whump.

For This I'll Burn, No Pairing, E, 4,409 words

Sharing is Caring, Steterek, E, 15,322 words

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Also tough! I have a few that are very happy. But I think I have to go with:

The "No-Bite" Rule, Steter, M, 3,869

Steter HEA.

Do you get hate on fics?

Not often, thankfully. But yes, I have.

Do you write smut?

Sure do!

Craziest crossover:

I haven't written anything that's a crossover, I don't think. I do have a BTVS/Teen Wolf crossover in my long list of WIPs, though. Have the closest thing I have to a crossover - Sleeping Beauty AU.

That Gleam in Your Eyes, Deter, E, 7,393 words

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! The "No-Bite" Rule was translated into Ukranian. Being asked by the translator if this was okay was a beautiful moment that made me incredibly happy. 💖

Правило "Жодних укусів"

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I have not! But I would. Maybe @thotpuppy and I will write that baseball AU someday.

All time favourite ship?

It's so hard to pick, but it has to be Steter. I always come back to them.

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I think it's pretty unlikely I'll ever finish my Stargent fic where Chris uses Stiles as a surrogate daughter after Allison's death. But never say never!

What are your writing strengths?

I'd say tone is my biggest writing strength. I try to have my works be very thematic and emotionally connected, and I think that comes across well for the most part.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Transitions! And action! I guess "movement" if I had to provide a single answer. This can cause my writing to feel very choppy and it's something I do acknowledge and try to work on.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I'll do pet names, single word translations, things like that. I try not to write outside of what I know, though. Maybe someday I'll incorporate my rusty German into fic, who knows?

First fandom you wrote in?

MCU. Those works have been orphaned/abandoned. Good riddance lol. It's just been Teen Wolf since then. My (current) first fic on AO3:

Clean Plates, Sterek, T+, 3,118 words

Favorite fic you've written?

Oooooooooooh again. This is really hard. But I think it has to be:

Down to the Marrow, Steter, E, 23,206 words

Managing an unreliable narrator was not easy. But I'm so happy with the end result. And there's beautiful art by @tarantula-teeth. I love this fic with my whole heart.

No-pressure tags (and I'm sorry if you've already been tagged and I missed it!): @tarantula-teeth, @dear-massacre, @meggie-stardust, @punchedbymarkesmith, @aurevell, @midmorning-bomb, @vmures

#my writing #tag game #teen wolf

[hunterwritesstuff]

I need my boy Wally x tall masc reader who’s like a news caster and is always super positive opposite of his “I’m outta here” negative attitude :3

HELL YEAH

🧹 "I'M OUTTA HEA!" "But lovebug, then we can't snuggle!" "...I'll stay a little longa."

🧹 He'll drone on and on about how he wants to leave, but you open his eyes(he does have them!) to some good things about the studio!

🧹 "I'm gonna kill ya!" "With kindness!"

🧹 If he ever has a bad day and speaks poorly about his appearance, for every point he makes, you refute it with multiple!

🧹 Also you carry him, much to his dismay sometimes.

🧹 YOU ARE THE BIG SPOON, WALLY WILL THROW A FUSS IF YOU TRY TO HAVE HIM BE THE BG SPOON, HE LIKES HAVING YOU WRAP AROUND HIM

🧹 He'll listen to you talk for hours on end...

🧹 It helps him sleep some nights!

🧹 Once you two have been together for a while, he'll definitely open up to you!

🧹 "Yeah, growin' up, I was a bitta'a mama's boy, but...that's cause it WAS just me 'n' ma. I'm glad, honestly. Ma said he was a sleeze."

🧹All in all, alongside Allison and Tom, you two are one of the healthiest relationships in the studio!

Hope ya enjoy! :D

#wally franks x reader #wally franks #bendy and the ink machine #susie campbell #norman polk #joey drew #batim #batim x reader #batim bendy #batim au #batim fanart #batim art #the ink demon #bendy #bendy fan art #bendy the demon #bendy and the dark revival

[wcmi-22]

The Past of a Hatter

By Allison Blossom

It was after a dress rehearsal for the new winter play that would be shown throughout Wonderland. It was a classic of course! Specifically, Charles Dicken’s “A Christmas Carol!” Reginald was to play young scrooge and Alice got the misfortune of playing Belle, aka the love interest of young Scrooge. With each Rehearsal, it seemed like it was getting harder and harder to get through the play past the love scene. Of course, if a certain hatter wouldn’t try to change it up so much to where he blew off his line for a pickup line, then it would help the timing better. Plus, it wouldn’t cause Alice to lose her cool as she acted.

After rehearsal the very same evening, Reginald graciously galloped toward his cricket and was packing her bag to leave.

“Say, Alice!” He stated “Perhaps we could rehearse together! You and me and a cup of tea!” he said pulling a teapot out of his hat.

“Mr. Theophilus.,” Alice said sternly.

“The third!” he interjected.

“I’ve decided to quit the play!”

“What?! Why?!” Reginald said surprised.

“Because I simply cannot be around a miserable cad like you! You have ruined the one thing I was enjoying right now just like the last time and the time before that and the time before that! Honestly, I don’t understand you sometimes! It's like when you show the least little kindness and understanding, you go around and become so inconsiderate. No wonder so many women don’t want to be around you! You’re a miscreant and you will never change!”

“But, but,” Reginald said shyly

“No buts, goodbye!” She says and leaves through the door and slams it on the way out. Thus, leaving poor Reginald all alone and feeling bad.

“Well, Reg now you’ve done it!” Ears said hopping mad toward him.

“Now I’ll have to find another leading lady!”

“Not now Ears,” Reginald said, “ I need to be alone.” But before he could walk away Ears successfully stopped him dead in his track by grabbing onto his ear.

“Oh no, you not!” Ears scolded “You are not having a pity party!”

Soon Ears grabbed a shiny silver watch and tapped the tip of it. Once he hit the tip, suddenly both Reginald and Ears were flying through time and space itself passing every shadow of the present until finally, they were at a halt in Wonderland Square. Ears then released Reginald’s ear and checked on the pocket watch.

“Ok, first of all, now!” Reginald said rubbing his ear. “Did you have to pull on my ear that hard?! And second, where are we?”

“Well, first of all, yes!” Ears stated, “And second, it's when are we?!”

“When?” Reginald asked

“That’s right Reg! We are in the past! specifically, your past!”

“But how?”

“Father Time lend me his watch to help me with your situation!”

“So when are we then?”

“This is one of many dates you’ve been on where you broke a woman’s heart with your carelessness! And don’t bother trying to hide anything from me because Father Time says the past holds all the truth even ones we didn’t see!”

“Wait? Really?!” Reginald stated shocked.

“Yes, indeed!” Ears assured

“Oh, dear Disney!” Reginald panicked “Ears listen we shouldn’t be here! There are things here you are not meant to see but I can explain and ..”

“If you are worried about if things get “grotesque” don’t worry I have the watch set to different times so we can skip that mess!”

“No Ears that are not…”

But before Reginald could say anything suddenly he heard a jingle from the restaurant. There he saw himself with a beautiful blonde woman dressed in red on his arm. They were laughing and they seemed very happy!

“Oh, Reggie!” The woman said. “This past week with you has been so delightful!”

“They certainly have been, Paulette!”

“But you know, there’s something “kissing” for this evening!” Paulette said with a wink.

“Alright! Here is the moment you ask her to go to the hotel nearby then run away!” Ears said as he tried to click the watch but suddenly a woman cried out “NO?!”

Ears looked at the scene and saw Reginald with his head down in shame.

“What do you mean no?” Paulette asked.

“I mean I just don’t feel ready for that kind of um interaction,” Reginald said nervously.

“Oh really? Or maybe you were just leading me you, the cad!” She yelled and then dumped her leftovers all over his head and then left.

“Wait! Hold the phone!” Ears said confused “You told me that that sesame chicken was because of your romantic escapade?”

“Actually,” Reginald confessed “you assumed that and I never corrected you. Just like the … other times.”

“Other times?” Ears asked then pressed the watch.

As they passed through time, Ears saw all of the stories Reginald told about each experience were lies! Every woman tried their best to seduce him but never got any closer than a peck on the cheek or even a peck on the lips. Either way, Reg gave each girl an excuse for why they couldn’t move forward in their relationship.

“I have a lot of work to do in the morning!”

“My head hurts!”

“I’m still recovering from Mercury poisoning!”

Each one makes a woman slap him or even dump something onto him.

Ears even saw that they spread lies about him in retaliation for his rejection which made things more complicated for Reg.

Suddenly, Ears tapped the pocket watch once more and everything stopped in its tracks.

“Reginald?” Ears asked “I don’t understand, why didn’t you move the relationships up? Why did you lie about these stories? Why didn’t you defend yourself against these rumors? And why didn’t you tell me, your best friend, what’s been going on?”

Reginald hung his head in shame and sighed.

“ Ears, though I liked going out with other women and enjoyed a little flirt or two, I wasn’t trying to use those women for my enjoyment and lust, but I was also punishing myself!” Reginald explained sadly.

“What?!” Ears asked sad and confused.

Then Reginald took the watch and saw Reginald turn the hands and tap the tip of it.

They soon shifted back again to a different time. This time was in winter and there was a young Reginald with a young blonde woman with freckles, wearing a warm green winter dress. They were laughing, skating, and having the time of their lives.

“Mary Ann!?” Ears asked.

Reginald nodded.

“Mary and I were friends since we were young. “ Reginald explained “Our families believed we would be a great match for each other without our knowledge of the course. But for a time before I knew it, I thought we were as well.”

Suddenly, Ears and Reginald heard a thunk and saw young Reginald, who looked to be around 17-18, who had crashed into a snow pile with Mary Ann. They both sat up and laughed at the situation and gazed into each other’s eyes his blue eyes into her different color eyes (blue and green to be exact)

“You were really in love with her, weren’t you?”

“Well, I did like her a lot but,”

“But what?” Ears asked

“Reginald!” Called an old fat man with round reading glasses.

“Oh! I wonder what father wants?” Mary Ann said.

Reggie just shrugged and stood up then walked to the old man as did Reginald and Ears

“Walk with me, dear boy!” The man said.

And so they did.

“Now my daughter is a delicate flower so for the wedding, we should have delicate flowers to represent her!”

“That’s right, you were briefly engaged! Weren’t you?” Ears asked.

“Yes. Ever since we were children, her folks and my grandparents thought we were a perfect match so in a way that’s why they had us play together, sit together and even eat together for years on end!” Reginald explained.

“We had every Christmas, Easter, Halloween, Hanukkah, you name it with each other! The old man even announced the engagement before I ever proposed! I nor Mary had no other options around us.”

“As much as I wish to discuss more the wedding,” Young Reginald said looking at his watch. “ I really must be going! I have work to do tonight! So sorry! And do give my regards to Mary!”

“Will do future Son in law!”

Reginald soon left in a hurry out of the park.

“You were quite uncomfortable!” Ears stated.

“Well, when someone plans your whole life as they did, you too would feel uncomfortable! And maybe I was a little committed phone. And I couldn’t tell Mary how I didn’t know if I was truly in love with her or not! I mean I was young, I wanted to see what life had for me before settling down.” Explained Reginald.

“So, what did you do then?”

“So instead the only escape I knew was work! Eventually, with my booming success, I was able to postpone the wedding for two-three more years. Of course, Mary started to ask questions but, I simply told her we would discuss them another time.”

“ I see.”

“Until, one day!”

Suddenly, the scene shifted to Reginald’s office where Mary soon came in through the door with a sad look on her face.

“ Reggie, can we talk, please, about the wedding?” She begged

“Mary please,” Reginald insisted nervously “I have a lot of work, and can’t we talk about this another time?!”

“ But, I’ve been waiting for you to marry me all these years, Reginald!” Mary pleaded sorrowfully “ But you keep putting it off more and more! I mean do you even love me?”

Reginald stopped in his place.

“Mary, we can discuss this later.” He said then turned back to his work.

“I could have told her I had doubts, or even tell her if she felt this engagement was for us!” Reginald sighed.

“But, I didn’t! Eventually, I realized my feelings for Mary but before I could talk to her,…”

“She left.” Ears finished

“We never even said goodbye,” Reginald said with his head in shame.

Soon, things shifted back to the present. Ears and Reggie were back near the theater.

“ Now you know, Ears.”

“Yet, there’s one thing I don’t get, why Alice?”

“Ears, I regret a lot of things in my life!” Reginald stated “ Meeting Alice isn’t one of them. And I never mean to be a cad but, of course, with my mind, I can see how she takes offense to some of them.”

“But, you aren’t a cad, and you… do you?”

Reginald soon turned his back on Ears and said “if you’re going to ask if I truly love Alice, I do. Not because she looks like Mary Ann or because she is some prize to be won but, because she is different from all the other women who were easy for me and who I thought could make me happy with a few dates and kisses. ( nothing more of course) but I was wrong! They didn’t and now here is an amazing woman in my life and I’m blowing it every which way.”

Then Ears came to him, hugged him, and said “ Well, maybe you could try being honest with her instead.”

“She’ll never believe me, the rumors spiraled too much in her mind to believe me,” Reg said.

“ Maybe if you tried being yourself and being honest.” Ears said.

Reggie smiled at him

“Thanks, buddy”

“Like, I’ve said to you, let her come to you, and then be honest with her!”

“I’ll try!”

The End

#Youtube #when curiosity met insanity #wcmi #reginald theophilus the third #alice liddell #alice in wonderland #alice and reginald #scrooge 2022 #Later never comes #scrooge: a christmas carol #not sure if this is cannon or not

[sapphireginger]

Dear @teenwolfholidayfest

All I want this years is…

🐺 Single Dads Steter getting together with fluffy domestic bliss and a sprinkle or five of angst with an HEA.

🐺 BAMF Blind and/or Deaf Stiles.

🐺 Steter, Briles (Brett/Stiles), Starrish, etc. Kid fic. I can’t get enough of Stiles as a dad.

🐺 Stallison wanting to bring someone else into their relationship and trying to figure out who/how. (Ex. Derek, Peter, Isaac, etc. preferably not Scott for that one.)

🐺 SOULMATE AUssssss!!! Can’t ever have too many of those. I’m in a major Steter mood and I do so love when they’re the same age or age swapped.

🐺 Void Stiles & Dark Allison.

🐺 Hunter Stiles & Hunter Allison.

🐺 Nesting Stiles!! Omega or not but nesting!!

🐺 Mating Runs. (Also the idea of having to build a den/nest to attract the perfect alpha. Omega Stiles doing something that is so different and “Weird.” but perfect for the right alpha. Peter perhaps?)

🐺 Stiles has a twin/siblings (Stuart, Allison, Malia or someone else)

🐺 PACK PUPPY PILES AND FLUFF!!

🐺 Full Shift Stiles (Fox, Cat [White Tiger], Wolf, Bunny, etc.)

🐺 Stiles helping the Hale pack learn to full shift and they’re shocked because how does this human know how to help a born wolf shift.

🐺 Alpha Stiles (Omegaverse and/or Human)

🐺 Arranged Marriage/Mating (Steter, Stallison or Sterek?)

🐺 Time Warping Time Travelin!!

🐺 Stiles is the Hale Pack Emissary and doesn’t know anyone from the McCall pack. (Also gotta love Left Hand Stiles. Makes great Steter but also he just gives a Left Hand vibe. Maybe go for him channeling the after effects of Void into his position as Left Hand.

🐺 Exchange Student Stiles (He’s from Poland and moves after his mother dies OR he moves to Poland for school)

🐺 Amnesia/Memory Manipulation (Stiles: “What the hell is a Stiles?” Scott: “You Are a Stiles.” Stiles: “What even is a Stiles?”)

🐺 Teacher/Doctor Stiles treating/teaching the ship or the child of the ship (So good for Steter, Sterek and Stargent.)

🐺 Stiles/Chris. Kid Allison. Best Friend Peter Hale. Little love (BIG love) triangle. HEA.

🐺 Apartment shenanigans/naughty neighbors

Thanks!

sapphireginger (AO3/Tumblr/Wattpad)

(Never done this before but hopefully I did it right. Mine got kinda long. 😅 Looks and sounds like fun!! 🐺♥️)

#teenwolfholidayfest #teen wolf

[fullrangeofemotions]

Group Verse Approx Timeline

Because it helps me visualize and put everything together, and I needed something to help me procrastinate, I put this together from snippets of convos I’ve had.  

Timeline For Now - cause this changes as plots develop obvi

301 AC: Laira and Hal marry at Winterfell

301 AC: War for the Dawn

301 AC: Destruction of Jayd / Restoration of Valyria

301 AC: rhaenyra, deria, and visenya are born (end of the year) – OT4

302 AC: Return from Valyria / Laira and Hal’s Second wedding in King’s Landing

302 AC: Return to Valyria / Laira and Hal’s Third wedding in Valyria

302 AC: Reina is born in the latter portion of the year

302 AC: Arianne marries Andrey mid to latter portion of the year

303 AC: myriah, daenys, and dyanna are born (beginning of the year)- OT4

303 AC: Guy and Donna marry latter part of the year

304 AC: aliandra and meria are born (beginning of the year)- OT4

304 AC: Alexander is born in the middle portion of the year

304 AC: Healena has daughter end of year

304 AC: Donna has Allison in latter part of the year

305 AC: Helaena returns to Driftmark beginning of year

305 AC: Mid of year, Helaena’s marriage to Willas would have ended

306 AC: Mari is born in the early portion of the year

308 AC: Alysanne is born (beginning of the year)-OT4

 _____________________

301 AC – Apprx Ages For Now

Laira – 20/21 Dany and Hea – 19/20 Hal – 22/23 Guy- 25/26 Donna- 17/18

___________________

@ialwayswasthebest , @mymothershumility , @neverflownwithme, @truetargaryen, @iwasahunter, @likeablackcanary, @therosesofhighgarden, @thequeenmaker, @anunfailingkindness, @adornishviper, @shewhoisironborn, @viperparamour, @aladyofwinterfell, @iveneverbeenagoodgirl, @fairytalesandstars, @hisvipereyes , @nolongerhispawn , @zaldrizo, @ablondewonder, @arisiarrxb, @scraniknatu, @scaleddoe

#outofchunkymonkey #gv ;; the dragon must have three heads #grv timeline #i have things to do that im not doing sigh

[ginaraemitchell]

The Highland Heir by Allison B. Hanson | Book Review ~ $25 Gift Card ~ Excerpt ~ Author Bio | #HistoricalFiction #ScottishHighlands #HEA @GoddessFish @AllisonBHanson

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#2023 Book Reviews #Book Blog Tours #book review #Friends to Lovers #Goddess Fish Promotions #Highlanders #Historical Romance

[percontaion-points]

Client No 5 chapters 7 & 8

This book review contains discussions of SW; reader discretion is advised

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Chapter 7

“Let’s get all this junk off your face, shall we?” Scott said. 

“What?” 

“Your makeup. I’d like to see your actual face.”

[...]

“I’d much rather suck your cock,” I offered, hoping to dissuade him. 

He gave a half-smile but shook his head. “All in good time.”

This dude is honestly so gross. I think that he would have had a better time trying tinder or literally any other dating app. 

I know that this is supposed to be a romance novel, and thus, Ally ends up falling love with him for the HEA, but at the same time… It would honestly serve him right for intentionally crossing so many boundaries with a woman that he’s hired for sex. 

“Is Ally short for anything?” he whispered, looking into my eyes.

“No,” I lied. My full name wasn’t for clients. It was only for my family.

Honestly, she should have picked an actual working name, and not simply her nickname that even her family calls her. 

“You know who I am. What I am. I’ve never hidden that from you. You’ve paid me!” 

Suddenly I was angry. And so was he. “You hide everything from me!” he said. 

I’m sorry, but you don’t hire an escort because you want long-term companionship. You don’t get to be angry that she won’t tell you her real name or a single thing about herself. 

This isn’t romantic, it’s weird and creepy. 

I strode out of the room without waiting for his response and, as I walked through the suite, I wrapped my half-wet hair up into a tight bun. The envelope was sitting on the table where we’d left it, and I grabbed it quickly before slamming the door behind me and leaving the hotel. 

That was the end of Client Number Five.

Chapter 7 summary: In the shower, Scott says that he wants to clean all of the make-up off from Ally’s face. She protests and internally tells the readers that her make-up is a shield between Ally and Allison. 

Then she randomly starts crying, for no real reason. She’s going to take her money and leave, but Scott convinces her to stay, watch a movie, and eat ice cream with him. So they do that, and then get into the tub when they’re done.

He wipes the make-up off her face then. Then he adjusts one of the tub jets so that it hits her in the right spot and gets her off. They bang. 

Scott then gets angry that she’s “hiding things” from him, despite Ally having made it really clear that she’s not here to fulfil his “girlfriend experience”. She gets out, throws her clothes on, takes the money, reminds him that he paid for sex not a date, and leaves. 

Chapter 8

“This is going to be the best job ever!” she said.

Chapter 8 summary: The plot with Scott now on hold, we move onto the side-plot of Amy, the desk clerk at the hotel Ally talked to several chapters earlier. 

The two of them meet up at a diner as promised, and Ally answers some of her questions about SW. She calls Todd because Amy is interested in doing this instead of working at the hotel. Todd agrees so long as Ally can also test the new girl out, since he’s been getting a lot of requests for girl/girl stuff. 

Amy and Ally then go to a sex shop, where they talk about dildos and anal beads. It’s nothing but a tedious filler scene. 

When they go to Todd’s apartment, they’re kind of put off because Zach is still there. He had a date, but she cancelled at the last minute. So the three of them go to Ally’s apartment, since Jamie is out with a client. 

Amy goes down on Ally at Todd’s instructions. After getting Ally off, Todd fucks her. Amy is kind of disappointed once it’s over that she didn’t get to cum, and Ally tells her that it’s how it is when you’re in this line of work. But Ally then tells Todd that if Amy did a good job, he should help her out here. So he gets Amy off, and tells her that she’s hired. 

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Night Court

Night Court Read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/CFA0eiX by Tanksalot2468 Charlotte goes through with the wedding to Edward, but realizes she had made a HUGE mistake. Allison reminds her that she isn't really married until it's consummated. Charlotte is shocked with her wedding present, and leaves the house in her chemise and goes to the beach with two bottles of Dom Perignon where she creates a very lifelike sand sculpture, then gets arrested for encroaching on turtle territory. Things will get interesting in night court. Words: 3507, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Sanditon (TV 2019), Sanditon - Jane Austen Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Charlotte Heywood, Sidney Parker, Edward Denham, The Brookhollow gang, Jack Relationships: Charlotte Heywood/Sidney Parker Additional Tags: Sidlotte - Freeform, HEA via AO3 works tagged 'AUSTEN Jane - Works' https://ift.tt/giIjH7D August 20, 2022 at 08:49PM

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Sheriff Stilinski, Scott McCall, Melissa McCall, Allison Argent, Isaac Lahey, Erica Reyes, Kira Yukimura Additional Tags: Sheriffs name is John, Established Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Misunderstandings, Hurt/Comfort, Bad Parent Sheriff Stilinski, Family tension, Secret Relationships, Homophobia, Happy Ending, Derek Hale is a Good Boyfriend, Rimming, Smut Summary:

"This isn't about you, Stiles, this is about Scott and what you did. You drove him away in hopes that it would make us hate him like we hate you" Stiles stepped back, his face falling with something that should have been shock but felt a lot like a revelation of relief. Johns words fell over him in the next moment, his face stiffening and his shoulders squaring as he spluttered. "That-that's not- I didn't- that didn't come out like-"

"No I get it dad, poor little six year old stiles had nothing over cute chubby cheeked Scott. Especially when that damn Stiles looked so much like her"

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REVIEW: Up North (Compass Stars #1) by Allison Temple

REVIEW: Up North (Compass Stars #1) by Allison Temple @allitemplebooks #mmromance #queerlit #QueerCanadianLit #books #HEA

The last thing Jack Spencer wants to be is a fishing guide for rich tourists. But with a sister in need of help and nothing but a rusty fishing boat to his name, he takes a job at The Wild Eagle Lodge, Alaska’s newest luxury resort. When a scandal rocks his career, movie star Damian Marshall feels like the whole world is watching his every move. That is, until he meets a gruff fishing guide who…

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Feel free to read it here, on AO3, or on FF.Net!  Read the previous chapter at those places or on tumblr here! He breathed in and out. His limbs were heavy as he slowly rose from slumber, eyes still closed. Bendy could feel the sun on his cheeks and he wanted to enjoy the warmth for just a bit longer. He readjusted his legs, moving to nustle up to the window when he felt something cold and wet spill onto his lap. Bendy startled and jumped up. A clunk resounded from the floor and he raised his arms, looking down at the mess he had made of himself. The remnants of last night’s cocoa had soaked into the sweater and had dribbled out onto the hardwood. As he peered at the mug, he could tell there was a crack on it.

He breathed in and out. His limbs were heavy as he slowly rose from slumber, eyes still closed. Bendy could feel the sun on his cheeks and he wanted to enjoy the warmth for just a bit longer. He readjusted his legs, moving to nustle up to the window when he felt something cold and wet spill onto his lap. Bendy startled and jumped up. A clunk resounded from the floor and he raised his arms, looking down at the mess he had made of himself. The remnants of last night’s cocoa had soaked into the sweater and had dribbled out onto the hardwood. As he peered at the mug, he could tell there was a crack on it. Ink dripped from his brow as he ran through the living room, feet padding from hardwood to carpet to tile as he made it to the kitchen. Henry stirred, feeling the gust of wind at the toon’s mad dash. He rubbed his eyes and stretched, head turning to where the toon had taken off to. The blanket that he had been lovingly tucked into slid off his shoulders and down to his lap. The couch creaked as he moved to stand, and he could hear the sound of running water as he approached the threshold to the kitchen. Bendy was standing on a chair, hands stretched out under the water. Henry squinted and stared but wasn’t quite sure what the toon was doing. “Bendy?” The devil jumped, water splashing, as he quickly turned the sink off and turned around. Ink was dripping from his brows and he gave an uneasy smile. He was clinging to the edge of the sweater, which was still dripping and stained. It was partially scrunched up in his hands in a poor attempt at hiding the damage. Henry noticed the light brown stain and he peered back out into the living room. The mug from last night had fallen onto the ground. Cold cocoa had pooled near it. Realization relaxed Henry’s features as he turned back to look at Bendy. “Spilt the drink, huh?” He gave a lighthearted smile. Bendy shifted from foot to foot. He fidgeted with the sweater before he lifted his mits to sign, ‘It’s not mine. I ruined it. You’re not mad?’ Ink was dripping onto the chair as he continued to fiddle with the hem. He shrunk inwards. “Why would I be mad?” Henry chuckled as he walked over. He rested a hand on Bendy’s shoulder. “It’s been ages since that old thing was worn. I’m just glad it’s getting some use. You like it, right?” The ink started to slow down Bendy’s brow. ‘Yeah, it’s soft and warm.’

“Keep it.” Bendy looked up at him and Henry smiled. “Really. Who knows, maybe you’ll grow into it.” The toon furrowed his brows at that. Henry just laughed. __ The rest of the morning was filled with the smell of breakfast and hard work. It was a small meal: fluffy scrambled eggs with a side of toast and a glass of milk. They both inhaled it before going off to work. Ashes had to be cleaned out of the fireplace from the previous night. Crumbs had to be swept and sticky marshmallow had to be scrubbed up off the floor, but it wasn’t just by the fireplace where they had to clean. All around the living room they doubled down on dirt and grime. Bendy even had to go clean up the broken ornaments he’d kicked off into a corner as well, much to the toon’s dismay. Even if he wasn’t in trouble for the broken ornaments, he still felt bad about breaking them in the first place. Time flew by in a breeze and before they knew it there was a knock at the door. Bendy grinned from horn to horn, quickly running the bin in his hands back to its rightful corner, before dashing to the door. He beat Henry to it, swinging it open with a flourish to the faces of Allison and Tom. Tom was mid-knock at the door. He blinked, frozen in surprise for a moment before he shook his head and looked down at the toon. A scarf was wrapped all around his muzzle and face, and a straw hat was pulled down over his head to cover up his ears. Allison stood beside him. The wrinkles on her face crinkled as she smiled at Bendy. Her horns were covered by her own straw hat adorned with pink flowers. She had on a scarf as well and a jacket that looked a day off the factory line. They were both bundled up for the winter chill as apparent by the cloudy puffs that wisped through Tom’s scarf. Henry was rubbing his arms down as he approached the door with a bright smile. “Allison, Tom! The roads give you any trouble?” “Henry!” Allison greeted warmly with her arms outstretched. They hugged as Bendy darted out the door into the snow. Tom jumped, giving a disgruntled grumble, and Henry peered over Allison’s shoulder at him. Bendy was making a beeline for the open trunk of the vehicle teaming with plastic and paper bags. He was grabbing as many as he could carry before rushing them inside. Henry playfully scowled. “Bendy!” Allison laughed. “It’s ok, really. We were just going to make sure you knew we were here first before we carried them in.” Bendy came running back outside. His foot caught the ice at just the wrong angle and he waved his arms in an attempt to keep his balance but Tom was able to grab him before he fell over. The toon gave a sheepish smile to Tom’s exasperated scowl before hurrying with more careful steps to the trunk. Allison smiled at their interaction before her eyes widened. “Tom! Where did we put that one bag..?”

Tom’s eyes widened in alarm. He rushed down the front porch to the car, passing Bendy as he did so. He rummaged through the trunk before placing one pack in particular under his arm. Henry’s eyes followed him, laughing as he realized what they must have been talking about. He also noticed just how many bags there were. “Well, it’ll be a feast to remember.” His voice was alight with humor and he stretched. “I should help out too. These old bones’ve got some strength in them yet.” ___ Bendy’s the one to bring in the last bag, placing the plastic on top of the kitchen table. He peeked out over the sea of groceries with a grin. He could hear Henry’s voice out in the living room, presumably talking with Tom, as Allison’s sorting through the cupboards and putting stuff away. Allison was humming a soft tune when she felt a tug from the hem of her dress. She looked down and smiled. “Well hello there!” Bendy started pulling then, trying to get her to move, and she chuckled but remained firm. “Now, now, I need to start getting ready for dinner.” Bendy frowned but then grinned as an idea came to mind. He pointed to himself and gestured to the rest of the kitchen. She raised a brow. “Would you like to help?” Bendy’s grin only widened. Allison looked around, spying a particular bag on one of the counters. She picked it up, leaning down as she handed it to Bendy who took it eagerly. “Sort through these for me?” He nodded, taking everything out of the bag as they both moved around the kitchen to put everything away. The first couple of items Bendy pulled out and put away without pause. Some cream cheese, some shredded cheese, a bag of apples. Then he found the bacon. A light bulb lit above his head and he quickly ran to Allison, jumping up and down on his tiptoes, raising the bacon up above his head and stretching, stretching. Allison looked down and upon seeing the bacon gave him a bemused smile. “Yes, I see you found the bacon.” Bendy pushed it towards her and she took it, laughing. “We’ll have it later today, I promise.” He shook his head, speeding off in an audible zoom. Allison blinked as a puff of cartoony smoke formed in his wake and the devil returned, a couple bars of chocolate in hand, and he shoved them at her. He waved his hands too rapidly for Allison to be able to catch what he’s signing, and then he pointed to the bacon and the chocolate both with a big grin. “What’s all the ruckus about?” Henry walked in and Allison felt relieved because she had no idea what was going on. Bendy turned to Henry with a wide grin and his fingers flew by in another flurry of sign. After he finished Henry laughed. “Slow down, slow down! I only caught part of that -- what about bacon and chocolate?” Tom walked up beside Henry, watching with a flick of his ear and a question in his eyes as Bendy huffed and retold his idea for a third time. He made an exaggerated motion with his hands, signing in the vocal equivalent of pronouncing every syllable just so he knew everyone would get what he was saying. Or at least Henry would, at any rate. “Chocolate… bacon?” Henry furrowed his brows. Allison’s mouth shaped into an ‘O’ before she smiled, finally understanding. “You want chocolate covered bacon?” Bendy clapped and snapped his fingers as he pointed to Allison and nodded. He looked between Henry and Allison, eyes beaming. Tom gave an amused smile and patted Henry on the shoulder. He threw his thumb back into the living room before he walked out, leaving a confused Henry in his wake. Henry opened his mouth, pausing as he closed and reopened it, gaping like a fish. Bendy looked expectantly up at the old animator, seemingly oblivious to the nature of his silence. “Oh, don’t worry Henry, I can make that.” Henry looked to Allison, confused, perturbed and just all around flabbergasted. “You sure..? I mean -- is there any extra?” “Plenty.” Her eyes sparkled. “When you’re cooking for the little devil darling, you can’t not have extra,” She laughed, “Especially on Christmas.” Henry sighed, rubbing his head. Bendy was excitedly jumping around as they spoke, and he had to put a hand between the devil’s horns to get him to be still. “Alright, alright, settle down.” He spoke to the toon who looked back at him innocently. “We’ll make bacon chocolate.” Bendy quickly signed, correcting him, and Henry sighed again as Allison chuckled. “Ok, chocolate covered bacon. I really don’t know what the difference is…” __ Pots clinked around in the afternoon dinner prep. Water was boiling on the stove, and a smaller bowl with the chocolate in it was being placed on the top. “To melt it,” Allison spoke as she looked down at Bendy. “It’s a double boiler. Makes sure the chocolate melts and tastes better than if you were to use a microwave.” “Microwave’s faster!” Henry called from his spot at the kitchen table. He had a loaf of white bread off to the side with a toaster sitting right next to him. Two slices of toast popped up and he grabbed them, setting them on the cutting board as he sliced them up into chunks and put them into a bowl. Allison pouted. Tom was silently laughing on the other side of the table. He had his arm halfway up a raw turkey. “What have you been teaching Bendy these last couple of days?” “It doesn’t take a couple days to teach someone how to use a microwave!” Henry laughed. Bendy watched as Allison and Henry went back and forth. He was standing on a stool beside Allison and his eyes peered back at the chocolate. It was already melting. The pan next to it sizzled and popped as the bacon cooked and Bendy pulled on Allison’s arm to get her attention. “Ah, the chocolates almost done. Thank you, Bendy. Could you get the pan with the wax paper?” Bendy nodded, hopping off the stool. Behind him, he could hear a plop of something going into the trashcan as Allison’s voice rose. “Tom! I need the giblets for the gravy!” Bendy reached, stretching on his tiptoes to grab the tray at the edge of the counter. He stumbled a bit when he grabbed it but made his way to Allison all the same, handing it to her. Allison sighed, but smiled when Bendy came back towards her. “Thank you.” Tom’s head was barely poking out from over the table, the giblets plopping back down onto the table as Henry chuckled. ��You’re lucky that’s a new trash bag.” Tom grumbled, ears flattened downward and twitching. “Oh come on, turkey duty isn’t that bad.” Tom raised a brow. “What, you wanna make the stuffing? I’ll trade.” Tom diligently went back to cleaning out the turkey. Bendy slid the stool over as Allison placed the tray on the counter by the stove. He climbed back up it as she took the bacon off the heat and placed it on a cool burner. The smell of bacon had already been wafting through the room but being this close to the source was making Bendy’s mouth water. He would have squealed if he were capable of sound when she handed him an extra strip, and he stuffed the whole thing into his mouth. The greasy, salty, savory taste coated his tongue and lingered even when the bacon was gone. He watched Allison place the remaining slices onto the wax paper. She put on mits for the second one, pulling the bowl out of the pot before pouring the melted chocolate over top the bacon. The chocolate pooled around the strips, some unable to keep themselves onto the raised edges and bumps but that didn’t seem to bother Allison. She flipped them, taking a spoon as she scraped and poured the excess chocolate over and topped each off with what remained out of the bowl. “And now we wait for it to cool.” She smiled and Bendy frowned. “Yes, there’s more waiting.” Bendy looked up at her with wide eyes, surprised, like she had read his mind, ”I need to wait for it to cool and then put it in the fridge to be eaten later.” Bendy stuck his tongue out. She patted his head. “Oh it’s not that bad, promise.” She gave a wary glance towards the tray. Cold bacon wasn’t that bad. Chocolate covered bacon? Allison had a feeling she’d be eating her words later.

__ Between losing ingredients and dealing with a mischievous Bendy, they were finally able to finish baking the turkey stuffing. As Tom carefully slid the turkey into the oven, Allison turned to Bendy. “You wanna go check on the bacon?” She didn’t have to tell him twice. He darted to the fridge, opening it and proudly taking the tray out. He kicked the door closed behind him. Henry had already cleared a spot on the table as Bendy put the tray down. He climbed onto a chair just as Henry and Allison appraised it. “It… doesn’t look bad.” Henry remarked as Bendy took a strip off the tray. The chocolate was cold between his fingers and the bacon didn’t flop over or anything, almost like a bacon thin bar. “Looks like it cooled enough.” Allison commented. Bendy poked at it a bit more before taking a bite off of it. The bacon crunched between his teeth as he chewed. Cold bacon grease coated sections of the strip in chewy bits. The chocolate itself came off in chunks and melted as he shifted it from cheek to cheek. All in all, he liked it, though he thought it’d be better if it was still hot. Bendy glanced up to see that Henry and Allison were also trying slices, both of them more tentatively than he with smaller bites. Allison put hers down. Henry laughed. “I’m out,” she gave a lopsided grin. “It clashes too much for my taste.” “Well…” Henry chewed, taking another bite. He could practically feel Bendy’s expectant gaze on him. He swallowed. “It’s not bad.” Bendy beamed. “I’m not sure if I’d have it again though.” Bendy frowned. “But if you like it, we can make it again. Later.” Much later, if Henry could get away with it. By the sparkle in the toon’s eyes, he wasn’t sure how long he was going to be able to delay that ‘later.’ Tom was hovering by the door, watching them and shaking his head. Allison spotted him out of the corner of her eye and moved to grab him before he could meander out of the kitchen. “Now, now, Tom,” She smiled, almost devilishly, and Tom’s ears flattened. “Everyone should try it, right?” Henry gave a smirk of his own, watching Tom as he was put into a chair. He glared at Henry. “Yeah, Tom. Try a piece.” He huffed, picking a strip up. His nose wrinkled but he ate it like a trooper -- putting the whole thing in his mouth as he chewed. He grimaced.  He stood up to grab a glass of water and Henry and Allison burst with laughter. Bendy frowned. It hadn’t been that bad. He felt like he was missing a joke somewhere... __ It didn’t take long after that for Allison to kick everyone out of the kitchen so she could keep preparing the meal. They tried sitting in the living room at first but the smell of the food was torturous, so they all decided to go outside. Bendy stretched his arms out to each side as Henry put a jacket on him. He put the beanie on and over Bendy’s eyes, who silently laughed. Tom was rolling his eyes as he walked out the backdoor with a snow shovel. Bendy was wrapped up with a scarf before chasing after his heels, plopping into the snow with little preamble. He poked his head out, snow popping up along with him and he grinned. Henry stood at the door, bundled up himself with a book under his arm as he moved to sit in a chair. Bendy looked at him and Henry waved him on. “Have fun.” The snow was so deep in places that at first Bendy had a hard time getting around but that didn’t deter him in the slightest. He carved out his own path, settling to make snow angels and tunnels in the snow big enough for him to get through without the snow seeping into his socks. He crawled through the end of one, carving out another exit point, and his head popped out of the snow under the trees. His gaze was pulled skyward. Evergreens reached to the edges of the sky and yet, despite their foliage, he could see the bright light and the clouds they stretched past. Bendy stood in awe for a few moments. And then snow plopped down on him from one of the branches. He got out, climbing out of his tunnel as he shook the mush off his head. He also shook his beanie off and it went flying into the snow. A bunny was nearby, watching him, and Bendy could have sworn it was laughing at him. “Bendy!” Henry’s voice called from the distance and the bunny went running. Bendy quickly managed to get out of the snow, grabbing his beanie as he jumped down and slid through his makeshift tunnels to get back to the house. 

Henry was there, standing with a wooden sled by the backdoor. Bendy got to the stairs, staring at it. There were reins and it was big enough for two people. It was clearly old -- the polish had mostly faded from the wood and black marks had sprung up around it. Despite that, it didn’t look like it had molded or otherwise degraded, and it wasn’t even splintering. As if it had been bought and used only once. “I found this ol’ thing lying around.” Henry patted the top of it. “Figured you might want to use it.” Bendy took it eagerly, looking to Henry expectantly. He didn’t even need to sign as Henry seemed to understand what he was asking. “Oh, I’m too old for stuff like this unfortunately.” He chuckled and Bendy frowned. “Oh, but I bet Tom would sled with you!” Bendy turned his sights on Tom. Tom looked up, an ear pricking upward at the mention of his name. Bendy rushed to him through the freshly shoveled snow, the sled dragging behind him. The wolf gave the animator one disgruntled glance as Henry sat back in the chair. Henry simply gave a thumbs up before going back to his book. The devil snapped his fingers, signing to Tom. ‘Play, play!’ Tom looked disgruntled, setting the snow shovel down. Messily he tried to sign back. ‘Work. Snow. Night.’ Bendy shook his head, signing the same words again and Tom sighed. He wasn’t getting out of this, was he? He raised a finger before picking the snow shovel up and walking towards the house. Bendy cheered. Nearby was a hill, big and clear enough that one could sled down it without running into any trees, so long as you went down at the right angle. As Tom soon realized, with Bendy at the reins, this was going to be a learning exercise. Their first go ran them into one of the trees before they picked up too much speed which was good. The impact wasn’t doing wonders for Tom’s back but he’d live. Bendy seemed more ecstatic by it though, as they were both fine from the impact and he dragged the sled back up to the top. The toon’s excitement was only partially contained as he waited for Tom to catch up to him. Standing he managed. Standing still he did not. The next couple of runs they managed to get further and further down. Bendy liked to take the faster routes and Tom practically clung to the sled out of fear. This, of course, faded over the runs and on the last one they went farther down then they had ever gotten… ...and clipped the edge of a tree trunk, hidden by the snow. The sled abruptly turned, careening to the side, and Tom went flying. It was one of the only times he hadn’t held onto the sled and he regretted it instantaneously. He went tumbling in the snow before finally coming to a stop a few feet away. He took a deep breath and Bendy was almost immediately over him, brow dripping as ink stained the snow. He huffed, giving the toon a thumbs up as he moved to stand with a grunt. He’d be sore for a while, but he was ok. That didn’t stop Bendy’s droopy shoulders, or the way the excitement practically bled out of him with the ink that left the snow underfoot black. The toon had grabbed the reins of the sled and started to drag it back up when Tom caught up to him, picking the toon up from behind. Startled, Bendy turned around as Tom hefted him up over his shoulder with one arm. He patted the toon’s head again -- no really, he was fine -- before he looped the reins of the sled over his other arm and started the uphill trudge through the snow. Bendy gave a small smile. His eyes were droopy and his body was a little tense but he slowly relaxed. At least he knew Tom was ok. ___ The sun was falling ever closer towards the horizon as they all entered the kitchen. The warmth permeated the air there, and it was a welcome surprise as the aromas of a Christmas feast filtered throughout the cabin. Allison was placing the last dish on the table, smiling as they all walked in. “Let’s dig in!” Bendy took a seat in between Henry and Tom as he looked out at all the dishes. The turkey was the centerpiece, with slices of meat set off to the side of it. It was stuffed to the brim with the stuffing Henry had helped to prep earlier, and it overflowed out onto the dish. Next to the turkey were the rolls, steaming and freshly pulled out of the oven. There were also green and black olives in their own little dishes near a jar of mini pickles. A bowl of gravy and mash sat side by side, steam flowing off of them in waves. There were even candied yams, decked on top with gooey sticky marshmallow. Bendy’s mouth watered. “Green bean casserole! Oh, Allison, you shouldn’t have!”

“Well, you said it was your favorite. I couldn’t not include it.” Bendy blinked, eyes turning to the remaining dish on the table. Oh yeah, he’d missed one. His eyes turned back to the basket of rolls and he stretched across the table, grabbing the basket. He placed three onto his plate before he felt a nudge. He looked over to see Tom, hand outstretched. He handed the basket to him. “Bendy, you want some sweet potatoes?” He eagerly nodded, plate raised up high as Henry plopped a big spoonful of it down. Henry also put a large slice of turkey on his plate, but Bendy decided how much mash and gravy he wanted. He frowned when Henry plopped down the green bean mush though. “Eat it, it’s good!” Henry grabbed a spoonful off his own plate, chewing as he hummed. “See?” Bendy stuck his tongue out and slid it the outer edges of his plate as far away as he could get it to keep it from contaminating the rest of his food. Regular green beans were already bad enough. “So Henry, what will you do with this old place?” “Hm?” He swallowed. “What about it?” “Well, I’m surprised it’s still standing at all, let alone has anything in it. How long have you owned it?” “Used to belong to my grandparents way back in the day. I used to use it with… well… other family, before everything else happened.” His smile was tight. Allison waved him off before he could say anymore. “Oh, don’t worry about it -- I was just a little curious.” She hummed, eyes roaming over everybody at the table. “How’s the food?” Bendy smiled, bits of turkey stuck in his teeth as he gave a thumbs up. Tom had a roll stuffed in his face as he grunted in reply. She chuckled. “Oh honey, I already know you like it.” He grunted again, shaking his head as he put down his fork. She frowned. “Do you… not like it?” He shook his head harder and noticed Henry and Bendy were staring at him curiously. He raised his hand, thinking as he attempted to sign. ‘Good. Green. Meat, yes.’ He paused, trying to think of the words before he gave up, grabbing one of the large turkey legs before taking a huge bite out of it. Bendy’s eyes were sparkling on the other side of the table and he started signing in a flurry. Henry laughed. “He’s proud of you, Tom.” Tom only grumbled between bites of turkey. Allison smiled. “Well, I’m glad you like it. Thank you for trying to sign. This is the word for ‘green’?” Allison held up her hands, mimicking the motion. Tom nodded but Bendy stood up on the chair, correcting her on the exact way it was done. “But I pretty much did that, didn’t I?” Bendy shook his head. “Goodness, this is more complicated than it looks.” Henry chuckled. “Yeah it takes some getting used to.”

_____ As Allison had prepped most of the dinner, Henry and Tom were left with clean up duty. Bendy wanted to help as well but Allison pulled him out. “Oh don’t worry about them. I have something much more fun to do.”

Bendy wasn’t quite sure what she had planned but his curiosity prevented him from protesting. She sat him down in front of the coffee table in the living room. There was already a spread of some sort of craft there. “We’re going to be making corn husk dolls!” There was one plastic container filled with water. Strips of dried corn husks were soaking in it. Lots of them. Some were even dyed different colors. There were twine and two pairs of scissors. Some of the strings were already cut as well. There was also yarn and felt closed up in separate containers off to the side. Allison was already rolling up her sleeves, dipping her hands into the water and pulling a few of the dripping husks out when Bendy was finally able to get her attention. His eyes held a question and he looked confused, trying to sign and Allison put a hand overtop of his. “I don’t expect you to already know how to make these -- here, let me show you. Take four husks out of the water.” Bendy looked down at the water, hesitating a moment before dipping his hands into it. He pulled out four yellow strands of husk. He smoothed his fingers over them. They felt a bit slimy. “Now put those strands together, and tie a bit of twine about an inch down from the top. I have some cut right right here.” She picked up a smaller piece of the cut string and handed it to him. “We’re going to make the head of a doll -- oh! Did you want to make a male or a female doll?” Bendy tilted his head. Allison’s smile reached her eyes as she looked at him expectantly. Bendy tried to sign and Allison carefully pursed her lips. “Ah… perhaps this might be easier; hold up a finger for female, two for male.” Bendy held up one finger. “Ok, you’re going to want six husks then take two more out. Do you need help making the knot?” Bendy shook his head. “Ok, when you finish with it, pull the longer ends over it and tie it again about an inch down, like so.” Allison demonstrated and Bendy copied her, hands slipping on the knot and he scrunched his brows but managed to get it. Allison chuckled. “It does get a bit harder when your hands are wet.” It also didn’t help that Bendy had bigger hands and fingers, but he wasn’t sure how he’d be able to get that point across without being able to sign or write. “Now we want to make the arms.” Bendy started to drag the rest of the husk up, and Allison started shaking her head. “Oh, no! We use those for the legs later. We’re going to be using different husks for the arms.” Allison took a husk out. “Watch what I do.” She laid it flat on the table and rolled it up. Then she tied a piece of twine to either end, leaving a bit of space on either end before she put it in between the husks just below the head on her doll. “See? Just like this.” Bendy watched her, an idea forming in his head as he looked back to the soaking husks. He picked through them, taking out a single black one before he rolled it up and tied either end. He grinned when he finished assembling it. Allison smiled back. “Good good -- I forgot to mention you could use the colored ones. So then you tie around the waist, and since you’re making a girl you spread the husks out at the bottom and trim them so they make a nice dress.” Bendy seemed to beam at this but paused. He looked into the bin of husks, taking more of the black ones out and placing it over the doll. He smoothed them out, trying to cover up all the yellow bits and making his own dress before tying it off at the waist. “Good good, just like that. Now you can decorate it…” But the toon was already pulling out more of the black husk. “But remember we also need to dry it so it’s easier to put some of the other stuff on it.” Bendy was spreading the husk over the head, cutting it to make it shorter and making hair for the doll. He furrowed his brow, looking at what was arranged to try and put it on. Allison watched him, her eyes softening as Bendy arranged the hair on the doll. “Might have to wait for it to dry for that one. Glue won’t stick otherwise.” She set her own doll off to the side. “We just have to wait for them to dry like this, see?” She placed her hands on her knees, moving to stand up. Bendy noticed and came around to help and she gave him a smile. “Thank you, dear. I’m going to head upstairs for a while. Did you want to..?” Bendy jumped up with a grin, feet padding on hardwood as they started to clunk up the stairs. Allison chuckled. ___

The sun is setting as Henry and Allison move around upstairs. Dust wafted in the haze of the setting sun past a half masted curtain into a room with more boxes than floorspace. Creaking knees moved another box back onto the floor with a huff. “I still don’t know what I’m going to do with all of this but…” He leaned backwards, hands on the base of his spine as he cracked his back. “If there’s anything you want, feel free to take it back to the farm.” “Are you sure?” Allison was in the far corner, among the free walking space Henry had carved into the room the other day. In front of her was a lidded box with a bouncy flap and in her hands she delicately held a dusty book. Gloved fingers swiped caked gray dust off the cover. A girl with blonde hair and swirling braids that fell down her shoulders popped on the page. A little golden dog on a leash with a black collar had his tongue sticking out. A fine line pressed her lips as her eyes softened. “It’s a miracle any of this stuff is still here.” A burst of air past his lips as he wiped his brow. Henry leaned forward on a stack. “Honestly? I only just moved all of these in here yesterday so we could use the rest of the house,” a chuckle, “or upstairs at any rate.” “These stories…” Allison flipped through a book, her fingers tracing lines of words on yellowing pages. She turned to him. “There’s albums in here, too.” “Oh?” Henry raised a brow, walking over. “Photo albums?” “I haven’t looked at them yet but…” She turned to look at him. The hairs on Henry’s arms turned white in the light as calloused hands pulled out a leather bound book. The cover had dust lining where the previous books hadn’t been touching it, caked just as much as the children’s stories in Alison's hand. He didn’t move to open it. Allison stood beside him, her eyes darting down to the cover. In fancy lettering done with a thin marker were the words ‘Year One.’ Henry thumbed through the pages on the side, his nail ticking off pages stuffed clearly with photos, bulking the book up in size. He found one in particular and opened it. A blank page. His thumb ticked off the rest of the blanks as he flipped through it before he closed it and put it back in the box. “Henry..?” “We can add to that later.” He turned to Allison, a smile spreading over his face. “If you want that, you can have it.” He tapped his finger on the book she had in her hand, his fingers leaving prints in the dust there. Allison blinked slowly and nodded. “A-Alright…” She gave a slight frown. “I didn’t mean to…” Henry shook his head, waving a hand. “S’alright. I told you you could look around, so look around.” His smile was lopsided. “Really. I’d rather the stuff in this room get some use--” He felt a tugging at his pants leg and he looked down. Bendy was there, having entered the room without so much as a single peep. A loop ringed book was in his hand. It was newer looking than the rest of the items in the room. Henry smiled. “I see you got your trusty coloring book there.” Bendy nodded, opening up to a page to show it. It had smudged a lot, sticking to the page in front of it -- the little toon had forgotten to let the ink dry completely first --  but the shape of a flower with a long nose was visible, with crudely drawn arms and legs. Bendy tapped a clean finger on it. “Yes I see, it’s a flower.” Bendy furrowed his brows and tapped incessantly at a single spot in the inkless loop of a petal. Henry raised a brow. “It's a flower with a nose..?” Bendy stomped his foot. He closed the book and held it under his arm and signed. “Oh! You want colors! Crayons, markers, hm.” He placed a hand on his chin in thought. “Aha!” Allison lightly clapped her hands together, a smile on her face. “Is that all? I brought a few with me. They’re downstairs.” Bendy raised his arms up in victory. “I’ll meet you there, alright?” He nodded eagerly and turned, running out of the room. She moved to follow him, placing a hand on Henry’s shoulder, her voice hushed. “I’ll keep him busy. Feel free to look through the mementos.” Henry’s brows rose. “I--” “Tom won’t interrupt either.” She winked. “Feel free to look as long as you need.” She waved a hand as she walked out with the door clicking closed behind her. Silence beckoned as steps faded away. A rough yet soft sound of leather on cardboard sounded as Henry took the album out of the box and opened up to page two. __

The sky melded with a freshly fallen sun. Ink finger-paintings were stashed away to dry with smudged yellow marker adorning a few of them. Outside a metal basin was roaring with flame as Tom tossed in a few more logs. Sparks and smoke intermingled on a breeze that filtered skyward. Henry and Allison spoke nearby. Their voices were pleasant, their laughs reassuring to Bendy as he stared into the flames. He bounced up and down in the metal chair, still full of uncontained energy. His eyes roamed to the paper bag full of treats -- s’mores, he was sure of it -- until Tom reached into the back and pulled out a pack of hotdogs. An explanation point appeared over Bendy’s head as his brows rose. “Hot dogs? Really Tom?” Allison looked to him, exasperated and yet there was a smile on her lips, a fondness in her eyes. Tom blew air from his muzzle, lips flapping like a horse as he set the dogs in his lap and took out a pocket knife. A clean cut into the sealed plastic around the dogs and he plucked one out with his fingers, spearing it with a stick before dousing it in the fire. “Ya know the charcoal rule doesn’t apply to dogs,” Henry spoke up. Tom’s ears twitched. Bendy’s chair clacked and shook as he scooted across the grass and past Henry and Allison before settling down next to Tom. Bendy sat his mitts in his lap, his eyes staring at the hotdog. The skin bubbled as Tom turned it around in the fire. Pie-cut eyes met pie-cut eyes and Tom gestured to the pack of dogs, a brow raised. Bendy grinned and nodded, hands raised. Tom pulled his stick out of the fire, biting the dog off it in one swoop. His jaws smacked, making a popping sound as he slid another dog out of the pack and skewered it. He handed the stick to Bendy. He took it, staring at the dog precariously stabbed at the end of it. It was a bit lopsided, poked on sideways, but Bendy placed it in the fire like Tom had. Unfortunately Bendy’s guess was right and the dog fell right off -- into the flames to turn to charcoal. He frowned. There was a crinkle of plastic as Bendy turned his head. Tom had the hotdogs in hand and he was shaking them a bit. Bendy looked to them, then Tom, before taking the stick and stabbing one of the dogs. With a bit of shaking he got it out of the bag with a grin before putting it back in the fire. Pleasant conversation stirred the back of his mind as the fire crackled and the smoke stretched into the sky to mingle with the stars. ___

The scritching of an old pen filled the quiet in the room. A candle sat nearby, a light to the large empty bedroom for two. Henry tapped the pen to paper, his other hand holding his chin. Something’s missing… but what? A loud knock sounded by the door. “Come in.” Tom stepped in, a small unwrapped box in hand. “I’m almost done, just set it on the desk.” Heavy footsteps and the box was placed by the top. Tom peered over his shoulder, a brow raised, and Henry couldn’t keep looking at the paper as he looked at him. “Do you think I need to add anything to this?” Tom stared for a moment, eyes scanning. He shook his head. “You’re sure?” A nod. He made a writing motion and pointed at Henry. “I know, I know.” Henry put pen to paper, signing his name in his regular signature. He blew gently on the paper to dry the ink as Tom popped the lid off the box. “I can’t control the speed at which ink dries, Tom, don’t rush me.” Tom huffed and rolled his eyes. He waved a hand before walking out of the room. The door creaking but not clicking shut, a sliver open as candlelight spilled into the hall. Henry dabbed a finger at the ink, seeing that it’d dried enough before folding the paper up as much as he could, tiny enough to fit into the gift they’d all gotten just for a certain someone.

__ Bendy waited anxiously in bed, staring up at the ceiling of a room with a dying candle. His sweater had been freshly dried and clean and he wore it rolled up to his wrists. The day had been full of food, fun, and love, and yet he still wanted more: the traditional story that Henry usually told before he went to bed.

Or, Bendy thought as the door creaked open, the traditional Christmas Day gift. He sat up, beaming, as Henry walked into the room, a small package in hand. The door closed with a creak, heavy padding footsteps making their way over to a chair which slid loudly against the floor. “Let’s see now…” Henry spoke as he sat down, chair creaking in protest. “The story I have tonight is a short one. You still want to hear it?” Bendy nodded rapidly, his eyes going to the small package that sat in Henry’s lap. It was a small thing with simple paper wrapping over it. Bendy stared at it as if he was trying to put a hole in it. If Henry noticed, he didn’t mention it. “Well then… There once was a boy about as tall as you are. He loved to dance and prance through fields of ice and snow. He smiled bigger than even the tallest ever trees, and had an appetite to rival the forest's mightiest wolves. And,” Henry picked up the box and handed it to him, “he wore his heart on his sleeve, and kept his family close to his heart.” Bendy took it and ripped the paper off. A small white box met him and he pulled the lid off to find a silver colored locket with a chain. The locket was oval shaped, intricately engraved. He took it out of the box, turning it this way and that. It had a bit of weight to it, and felt cold even through his gloves. He opened it and smiled. A photo of all of them, standing and smiling. Allison and Tom to either side of Henry, and Bendy in the front -- his face clearly in the picture, his arms raised high. The picture seemed a little bit bulky in the locket, but he didn’t pay it any mind. He looked up at Henry. “And close he did.” Henry responded, a soft smile greeting him. “Now, if you don’t want to wear it I’d understand--” Bendy flew forward, hugging Henry and taking the wind out of him. He’d jumped off the bed and into the man's lap, empty box and tattered paper discarded in favor of arms wrapped around the neck of a man he considered his father. Henry gave a hearty chuckle, patting him on the back. “I guess that means you like it?” More than Bendy could put into words. Or sign. “Here,” Henry brought the locket around Bendy’s neck, clipping it into place as the chain links clinked together. Bendy looked down at it, a hand turning it to and fro. He admired it for a moment longer before he bounced back onto the bed. Henry cleared away the box and paper and set them off to the side. The covers were tucked around him after he crawled under, head on the pillow. He cranked the music box on the windowsill and it started to play Boris’s Sheep song. A whoosh of air and the candle was out with a puff of smoke. “Good night.” ‘Good night,’ Bendy signed back in the dark. He closed his eyes as the door clicked shut. Sheep danced behind his eyelids as the gentle tune lulled Bendy to dream land, his hand gripped around the familial locket. His holiday treasure. __

Ben. D Stein If you’re finding this now, you’re probably taking the picture out. Do you have a family of your own you want to put in here now? Though you could be opening this for an entirely different reason. Surprise! We’re so proud of you. Unlike us you’ll probably go on for leaps and years farther than we could hope to see. I hope you were able to find someone to spend the rest of your days with, and maybe even adopt your own kids. Although I guess it’d be a surprise to find out you could draw up your own! Know that even if we’re not around anymore that we still love you. Don’t forget that. ~Henry __

Authors Note: 

Fun fact about the picture: Communal effort. My mother wrote the letter, My father’s hand is the one in the picture, and I assembled all the items and took the shot with a tablet. For what it is, I think it turned out nice!

There's probably mistakes in this. I had my usual betas go over it and normally I don't get so restless over fic posting but I've been fidgetting on this for days, aha! They did go over the whole thing but there could be a few bits missing and I definitely didn't write everything (especially the ending) bits as good as they could've been. They should still be enjoyable though.

This has been 3/4ths of the way complete, sitting in my drafts since Rae drew art for this a year and a half ago. Honest to god I got to the corn dolls part and absolutely died. I wanted Tom and Allison to both get their own parts interacting with the bean boyo and the corn doll part drained my soul. Both of my betas didn't like it, even after a year of me sitting on it and the slight edits I did make to it and at this point I kept it anyway because to heck with it! I could not think of anything else and corn dolls were a fun thing to make when I was younger (even though I only did it once) so there.

Though I do apologize if that part bored you. Honestly kinda cheered when I had one person say they liked it and basically went "this part is valid, I'm letting it stay, bring out the champagne!".

Coming back to this after a year and a half was hard, mostly because I've fallen out of canon Bendy AU stuff? But I still really loved this AU even though I haven't been keeping up with it as much as I could have been (like holy smokes Bendy gets his own FAM LATER and has an adopted baby girl IT'S SO SWEET). Actually that brief look into the future of what happens actually inspired the ending letter. I didn't know enough to write about the characters so I didn't do a little epilogue -- but I did think about it (And I'm definitely not promising to write that! Just know it'd be Bendy finding the letter when he goes to swap pictures out and smiling all fondly at it before his hubby gets him to do other stuff or his little girl drags him away for somethin and it's all cute and what not).

I had maybe... three ideas of what Bendy should get at the end. But the locket won out only because of the hidden item idea someone gave me and I just ran with it.I am a bit nervous that the sections after the corndoll bit may seemed rushed or less polished cause those are the newer parts? But my betas said they were fine so I believe them.

Oh boi I'm rambling a lot, huh? I don't usually go on this long for fics I write but I put a lot of heart into this I guess. Or maybe it's just because I've thought about writing and finishing this for a very, VERY long time. If anyone's curious (and I didn't link it in the last chapters authors note... I don't even remember what I wrote there, crap) I listened to this and this while I wrote both chapters out. Those songs are so ingrained in my mind I automatically think back to the first chapter -- indie folk is the epitome of cozy.

And for @a-rae-of-sunshine

​ if she reads this one too -- I know this is a year+ late but thank you. I didn't think you would have read the first one and when I found you did I was warmed by your comments. And you drew!! The best thing!! I am not lying when I say that became my tablet background since I found it and it STILL IS! I showed it to all my friends and coworkers -- it warmed my heart. I love it. Thank you.And I saw your tags. thecoughcoughtagsItotallyreadthem and at that point I'd had the chapter... halfway written? I wrote up to corn dolls and then absolutely died. I think I was intimidated by the length of time since I'd posted last. Posting in July for the 'Christmas in July' memes went to 'post next Christmas' to 'just post it'. I hope this gives you (and anyone else reading) a bunch of warm and cozy during these crazy pandemic times. A little bit of winter chill and warm fires. A bit of Kindle for the Hearth. Heh~ Have a good day, a good night, and a good year (as good as it can be)! Stay safe!

#bendy and the ink machine #batim #happily ever after reel au #hea au #a-rae-of-sunshine #batim hea au #batim!hea au #mystuff #mywriting #a rae of sunshine #kindle for the hearth #kindle for the hearth chapter 2 #mine #batim bendy #batim henry #batim tom #batim allison #allison pendle #allison angel #thomas connor #fanfiction #henry #henry stein

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Trick or Treat: Happily Ever After AU

Benny visited an old friend from @a-rae-of-sunshine 's Happily Ever After (HEA) AU. He hadn't seen Bendy in awhile though he was quite surprised to meet Bendy's aunt Allison and uncle Tom. Bendy's aunt and uncle were dressed as a wolfman and a pirate while Bendy was a little ghost. Benny liked this Allison a lot as she was just as sweet as his own mother. Though this Tom had a lot more scruff and was missing part of his arm Benny still respected the man. (Though this Tom's beard wasn't scratchy like his dads)

Bendy's Tom is now uncle scruff and Allison is auntie Angel.

Bendy, Tom and Allison (and Whimsy the Faerie as a guest appearance) belong to @a-rae-of-sunshine

Benny belongs to me

#bendy and the ink machine #batim #happily ever after au #batim happily ever after au #batim hea au #allison connor #allison angel #tom connor #batim tom #bendy the dancing demon #bendy the demon #bendy the devil #bendy the dancing devil #benny the stitch demon #benny the stitched demon #benny the stitched devil #benny the stitch devil #batim stitched au #worlds collide #batim halloween

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I should really be working on Broken Cycle but..

HEA - @a-rae-of-sunshine

#hea #mythical au #amazon allison #my art #doodle #she want a son

[a-lonestargazer]

(8/15/'18)  

Cloud Kingdom adventures with beloved, Ruby. Bet most of Allison’s horses probably are fed up with all the crazy stuff they’ve gone through with her, which is why some of them don’t join  Allison on all of her adventures. Few that do, thought, enjoy the thrills that come with it.

#seriously. Allison is an angelic-hot heaed-witty adventure. #star stable online #star stable #sso #sorry shit online #p; cloud kingdom #rubytheconnie