#the apple doesn't fall far is all i'm saying

[glow-worms-are-believers]

Always room for seconds (dp x dc)

"There they go again," says Aunt Alicia as she looks at the hazmat-clad backs of her sister and her husband jumping into their mish-mash-of-a-van. "And on Thanksgiving too," she finishes to herself as she turns toward her niece and nephew. Neither of them look surprised, though Jazz is clearly more affected if the tick in her jaw is any indication.

"They promised," she practically spits but Danny just sighs and puts a hand on her shoulder. It seems to draw the fight out of Jazz a bit and she sags onto herself.

Alicia loves her sister but she can be so irresponsible sometimes.

"Come on kids, let's go back inside. It's about time to put the turk-" she stops short, then groans. Maddie had insisted on bringing the turkey on account of not wanting Alicia to go to all the trouble, and Alicia had agreed on the condition that her sister wouldn't try to make it. "...And the turkey is still in the van isn't it?"

Danny makes a face. "It's probably for the best. I'm pretty sure I saw it move on the way here."

Alicia doesn't let her head fall into her hands, but only just. Instead, she takes a deep breath to calm herself down to rally her thoughts. "Alright. It'll be too late by the time we drive to town and buy a new raw one, so we can just get some already made from the store. That good for you guys?"

Jazz and Danny make sounds of assent before all three of them pile up in the car. Town isn't too far away, and the trip is mostly silent. Alicia is hesitating over what to say to cheer up her niece and nephew. In the end, they pull up to the grocery store before she manages to come up with anything.

"Dad was also supposed to bring desert," Jazz mentions as she grabs a caddie and wheels it back to them.

"I made apple pie just in case," Alicia answers. Despite her dislike for him, she can admit that Jack Fenton is a generous man. However, as she has learned over the years, that generosity doesn't extend to fudge. Which is why she's got her famous apple pie ready to pop into the oven.

Danny nods relieved, as he files in behind his sister. The three of them are rolling past the frozen section when a familiar voice cuts through the store music.

"Alicia?"

At that, Alicia looks up to see the face of one and only Martha Kent. Her lips stretch into a smile unconsciously at the sight.

"Martha, hi," she answers as the other woman starts walking closer. "How are you?"

"I'm good," the other woman says as she stops in front of them. "Just doing some last-minute shopping." Then Martha looks to Danny and Jazz and gives them a smile. "And who might these two be?"

"This is Jazz and Danny," Alicia introduces them, "my niece and nephew. They're spending Thanksgiving up at the cabin with me."

"Oh, that's wonderful!" Martha says sincerely. "You left your sister and her husband in charge of the turkey, then?" She winks.

Alicia winces. "Ah, not exactly."

"They had a work emergency," Jazz says, unhappy.

Martha lets out a sympathetic oh.

"That's why we're here," Alicia explains. "They left with the turkey without realizing, so we'll have to settle for store-bought this year."

Martha makes a noise of sympathy before her face shifts into something more pensive. "You know," she starts. "I've got a big turkey at home and there's only going to be my son and me to eat it. If you guys would like, we'd love to have you over to help us with it."

"Oh we couldn't possibly-" Alicia starts to protest but Martha takes a step forward and takes her hands.

"You'd be doing us a favour," Martha says, her hands still into Alicia's as she looks up earnestly at the redhead. And damn it all because Alicia can feel a blush spreading on her cheeks at that.

"Alright," Alicia says, too flustered to argue.

Martha squeezes her hands once before letting go and Alicia can't help but miss the warmth of them. "Then it's settled."

"Alright," repeats Alicia. "We'll have to swing back home, though. I made pie."

"That's wonderful!" Martha's smile is radiant and it makes something in Alicia's chest warm.

She disguises it with a cough before speaking up. "Is six thirty too early for you?"

"It's perfect. We'll be waiting for you then," Martha says. "And for your sister and her husband too, if they manage to tear themselves away from work."

"That's not likely," mumbles Danny under his breath. Uncharacteristically, Jazz doesn't say anything about her brother's manners, only putting her own hand on his shoulder. Martha catches Alicia's eye and they exchange a look.

"Well, we'll be glad to have you three, anywho," Martha states firmly which gets her a hesitant smile from Jazz.

Alicia clears her throat. "We'd better get going if we want to be ready in time."

"Oh yes," Martha agrees. "I have to make sure the turkey's not burning." Then she winks, and for some reason, Alicia can feel that pesky blush coming back. It's made worse by the shrewd look Jazz gives her.

"See you soon!" says Martha as she leaves.

"Bye," Alicia answers back a little weakly. Then she looks down to the ground and sighs. When she straightens her head, she's immediately on guard as she catches her niece's smug look.

"What?" Alicia asks warily.

"Is Martha single?" Jazz asks, with a butter-wouldn't-melt-in-her-mouth face.

"Yeah," the older redhead answers slowly. "Why?"

"Just wanted to know," Jazz says innocently. And even Danny is looking at his sister suspiciously now. "since you've got a crush on her and all."

"I do no-I don't know what you're talking about!" Alicia protests though she feels her cheeks warming for the third time today.

And now Danny is starting to smirk too as he exchanges a look with his sister. "Oh," he starts as he looks towards Martha's disappearing figure. "This is going to be fun."

#I know Alicia is supposed to live in Arkansas and not Kansas but let's pretend I can't read #Johnatan Kent is dead in this one (sorry Mr. Kent) #Jazz and Danny playing matchmaker for their aunt #Clark jumping in once he catches on to what they're doing #Alicia (dp) x Martha Kent #That is one ship I'd never thought I'd write #anyone has an idea for a name for this ship? #Alicia (dp) #martha kent #dc x dp #dp x dc #roxpox #roxpoxwrote

[nightmarist]

Some Zevlor Things —

EDIT 12/2/23: Added a few more things

A fellow Tiefling Hellrider, Tilses, is with him in the caves acting as his bodyguard. He sometimes calls her Tilly.

There is one bedroll in the caves shoved off in the far corner with a book titled "The Devil You Know: An Autobiography" - not sure if it's his personal writing or if he's reading it, either way it adds to the flavor of his of his tiefling pride (and/or anguish).

It reads:

Have you ever had a god change your blood? It is a horrifying thing, even for those who may desire it. Yet few tieflings wished for Asmodeus to claim their bodies, only be given no choice in the matter. It is not as if we were well-loved before the archdevil's gambit. Our people have always struggled against the notion of 'devilkin', as if a single drop of infernal ichor inescapably corrupts. How amusing, when so many others willingly sell their souls to fiends, yet their culture as a whole escapes the blame. By what method can we redeem ourselves, when the crime is not ours? I would drive a blade into every warlock that aided Asmodeus' damned ritual, but personal vengeance cannot undo the will of a god, much less one as slippery as the Lord of Lies. When every passerby thinks you a thief and heretic, it is deeply tempting to become one. (cut off) The only thing that has stopped me is knowing Asmodeus wants nothing more than for all of us to fall from grace.

Around the his table are Invasion Plans for Elturgard, Traveler's Guide to Baldur's Gate, Traveler's Guide to the Sword Coast Vol IV: The Risen Road (which aligns when he tells you earlier there are gnolls on the road), and "Front and Center: a Thespian's Memoir" that reads:

"... in fact, the greatest joy of my life hasn't been acting, but becoming. When you choose a character to play, you don't just wear a mask - you take a little bit of their soul for your own. Whoever you are in your heart of hearts, if only by the faintest note."

Zevlor aside I think this is a sweet quote for the player and player character relationship <3

Dialogue in the Caves:

Zevlor: I Hardly need a bodyguard, Tilses. This isn't Avernus. Tilses: No sir. At least the monsters there looked like monsters.

—

Tilses: Commander— Zevlor: Just Zevlor, Tilly. We're civilians now, remember? Tilses: With respect, sir — being a Hellrider is for life. They can't take — Zevlor: They can, and did. Avernus changed things — best we get used to that. Tilses: ... Yes, Zevlor

—

Tilses: The Watch or the Flaming Fist? Zevlor: Pardon? Tilses: When we get to Baldur's Gate. Where are we enlisting? Zevlor: I'm done soldiering, Tilly. I'd like a clean start. But go with the Watch. You're too honest to be a mercenary.

—

Zevlor: No word from the scouts, yet? Tilses: No sir. But if there's a clear path past the goblins, they'll find it. Zevlor: Yes, of course.

ITEMS —

in the Chest there is a bronze goblet, 46 gold, and a battle-worn blade. On his person he has his gloves (Hellrider's Pride), an apple, a camp supply pack, and the key to his chest.

The blade says:

A fine by well-used sword. It seemed to have once belonged to a holy order, but the indication of rank and patron deity at the hilt have recently been filed down.

The gloves' flavor text says:

A waft of sulphur emanates from this proudly-kept piece.

Celebration at the Camp:

"I should be out there, talking with them. In... Just a moment, maybe." "Is this everyone? Our numbers have grown so few..." "No more. I can't afford to lose any more of them." "No. Let them have fun. I'll be ruining it come morning anyway."

Mindfayer Colony:

Things he mumbles in the Pod:

The pod will show you his memories of Elturel:

After saving Zevlor, I forced myself to pick the "mean" options just to see how it goes.

If you tell him its his fault tieflings were imprisoned in moonrise, he says:

If you tell him "Do yo have a right to ask?" when he asks about the tieflings:

He doesn't argue with any of your remarks except one, when he says "For a moment I welcomed it" and you tell him "For a moment until you realized your reward would be a tadpole" he corrects you:

If you tell him if he wanted power he should live up to his own ideal:

If you tell him to get out of your sight:

When you tell him it's not his fault he was enthralled:

If you tell him "Fine. Good luck, Zevlor."

If you say you could use another blade in the fight to come:

At the Netherbrain:

(smiling <3)

"The journey has been brutal, but I stand here a Hellrider once more, and I would die a proud man if I died this day."

I know it's a Soldier thing to be proud to die for a cause but it still makes me worry for him given his background so far <:]

If you click on him, he has two unvoiced lines:

if you pickpocket him at this point, he'll have the same items on him as before (in this save he has a carrot instead of an apple for me).

His stats at this time: (Steeped in Bliss is from one of my items)

Post Game (Patch 5)

I don't know if there are other permutations of this letter, yet, but this is what I received:

I hope my penmanship has improved somewhat in the past months. When I first stumbled into this city, I shook so badly that I could scarcely hold the soup the priests pressed into my hands - let alone write and thank you as you deserve. It is only when the city itself began to shake that I felt my hands grow still. Along with the other veterans sheltering at the temple - discards of Elturel's 'unworthy' legions - I watched that monstrosity rise over the city. We felt no fear. Only anger. Disgust. Purpose - and with it, power. I do not know what oath we cling to now, or how long it will last - but we shall use it to ensure that this city will not suffer as Elturel did. Whether it wants us or not. It is more than thanks alone I owe. No words can make amends for what I did to my people, but that is as it should be. More come to the temple every day to aid in the relief efforts, and if I am permitted to work alongside them, then I am content. Come and see us, when you can. Zevlor

It's interesting — if not bitterswet, tragic, and inspiring — to hear that Zevlor and other Paladins regained their Oaths via pure, stubborn devotion to saving people when it began to look as bad as Elturel.

#zevlor #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #act 1 spoilers #act 2 spoilers #bg3 spoilers #this man reeks of self loathing i want to bathe him in love and comfort #i also want him carnally #act 3 spoilers #bg3 meta

[hazbincalifornia]

circus au blitzo 🤝 stella

‘probably were sexually active too early but it was partially a coping mechanism for feeling unwanted on top of just being regular teen horny’

#apple really doesn't fall far from the tree is all I'm saying #shadow says stuff #circus au #daddy blitzo

[multi-fandom-enjoyer]

Lucifer: And right then, mid temper tantrum, Y/n looks right up at me, all serious, and says, 'I'm going to start a rebellion.'

A nostalgic smile peirced his lips before he took a sip of his wiskey.

Lucifer: I suppose the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

Morticia: I recall when Wednesday was little, she would reenact executions with her any doll she found and her miniature guillotine.

Gomez: Our little storm cloud always had a flair for the dramatic.

The three of them continued to reminisce about their children when they were younger.

Sitting a few feet away was Y/n and Wednesday. Both with a horrified expression on their faces.

Y/n: Perhaps this was a bad idea. Introducing our parents to each other.

Wednesday: Agreed. This is torture, and not the fun kind.

#wednesday netflix #wednesday addams x you #wednesday addams x male reader #wednesday x reader #wednesday addams x reader #x male reader #x reader #netflix #lucifer morningstar #morningstar reader #lucifer netflix #jenna ortega x you #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x male reader

[harunayuuka2060]

Satan and MC: *judging each other*

Satan: You're... What are you?

MC: A human who's trying hard to be pure and holy. *flaps the sleeves of their white robes*

Satan: Heh. You're funny.

MC: How about you? What are you?

Satan: *laughs* You summoned my name and you didn't know who I am?

MC: ...

MC: *looks at the page they read from*

MC: I only muttered gibberish words. My bad.

Satan: ...

Satan: Are you kidding me?

MC: ...

MC: I'm saying the truth.

Satan: *crunch*

Satan: I see. Apple doesn't really fall far from the tree.

MC: ???

Sitri: Solomon... *about to kiss them*

Satan: *blocks him* That's not Solomon. They are his descendant.

Ppyong: Oh! And they seem pure! Without any malice!

MC: *staring at Ppyong*

MC: ...

Ppyong: What is it, aye?

MC: ...

MC: *tilts their head* *mumbles something*

Ppyong: Hm?

MC: It can't be. This one's too cute to be real. *thinking whether Ppyong's a stuffed toy or not*

Satan: Everything you're seeing is real. And also, welcome to Gehenna.

MC: Gehenna...?

MC: *checks their book*

Satan: Stop reading on anything. This is Gehenna. The most beautiful place in hell. That's all you need to know.

MC: Geez. Fine. I'll just write that down then.

Sitri: ...

Sitri: Your Majesty, why would you bring them here?

Satan: *grins* They suggested that we become friends.

MC: *looks at him, shocked* Huh?

Satan: What? Why are you looking at me like that?

MC: ...

MC: Friends... Really?

Satan: Why? You've got a problem with that?

MC: Yeah... A little bit. *turns their head to the side and mutters something*

MC: I never make friends.

#what in hell is bad #whb mc #whb satan #whb sitri #whb ppyong #the pure descendant of solomon

[transmascaraa]

Hi it's 🍓 anon again! Can I have the characters from my last request (the usual hehe) for possibly something with the plot of Snow white? /(⁠≧ U ⁠≦⁠)/

Like reader gets poisoned by an apple (someone gives it to us 🤯), basically dies or something (falls asleep I guess) and has to be kissed to wake up, I want the ANGST to be there 😈 but I want us to wake up in the end too because yes. You could also have them hunt down the ugly bastard that poisons us if you want to 💗

Hope your night is well 🎀

multiple characters headcannons!

snow white au✧

characters: gaming, bennett, tighnari, cyno, wanderer x snow white!gn!reader

author's note: that's a really good idea for an au lol i really like it so i hope you like this one too<3

☆ Gaming

-you'd get poisoned by some dumb bitch and he would notice that you're not coming home. so ofc he went out looking for you.

-soon enough, he found you, laying on the ground in some deep, dark forest.

-not knowing what he had to do, he fell to his knees and started crying. breaking down, begging you to wake up, holding you hand.

-no, you weren't dead, right?!

-it's almost as if a ghost told him, he felt the need to kiss you for one last time. to feel your lips once again.

-he laid his lips on yours, and instead of feeling the warm feeling, they were cold...

-he pulled away and started crying harder, muttering a little "goodbye" to you.

-then, he noticed you were starting to wake up.

-"h-huh? [name]?!" he asks as he looks at you again, wiping his tears.

-"gaming..." you slowly say, getting up and stretching out a bit.

-he'll never leave you alone for a second once again...

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✿ Bennett

-he'd notice that you're not there, and he would ask EVERYONE in mondstadt if they've seen you

-after realizing that they don't, he starts looking for you.

-he doesn't know what to do, he's worried, only making himself more unlucky.

-falling over a bunch of times, bleeding knees a bit, but he finally found you...

-laying on the ground, motionless.

-he was shocked, he quickly ran to you, and checked your pulse.

-you weren't alive.

-he starts crying hard, doing literally anything that might get you back to life.

-shaking you, burning a little circle on your hand, pinching your arm, holding your hand tight, nothing worked.

-the then kissed you.

-"am i really this unlucky..." he cries, putting his knees to his chesk, burying his head in them.

-then, he feels a hand on his back.

-"it's okay, i'm back now..."

-he cannot express the happiness he felt at that very moment.

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✯ Tighnari

-after literally you not picking up the phone 2 times, he started looking for you in the darkest sumeru rainforest. also called the most dangerous one.

-where could you possibly be?

-at first, he wasn't all that worried, but after you not being there for a long while now, he started to overthink a bit, but tried to brush it off.

-finally, he saw you. but you seemed dead.

-tighnari, with his heart racing at an incredible pace, checked if you had any pulse.

-you didn't.

-shitshitshitshitshit he was trying not to cry so hard, just looking at your dead body right before him.

-how could he not know where you were?

-he cursed at himself, feeling a bit of guilt.

-and as a goodbye, he kissed you softly, like never before.

-he turned around, not wanting to break down-

-"tighnari..." you mumbled, slowly opening your eyes and sitting up.

-he turned around, surprised to see you awake.

-he started crying tears of happiness, but tried to mask it with scolding you.

-"i-idiot! what were you doing in the forest all alone!?" he said, putting his hands on your shoulders.

-he will make sure that whoever did this to you gets the same to happen to them...

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✷ Cyno

-you're not there?

-he's looking for you already.

-far, far away, in the desert.

-where the hell could you be!?

-reassuring himself by saying that you were messing with him.

-until...

-your body layed limp in a small shadow.

-"[name]!?" he called out, running to you.

-fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck he's panicking but trying to keep his composure.

-but he's struggling.

-he tried everything, he spilled all of his water onto you, that he needed for his thirst. it was the desert, after all.

-then, he tried cpr like how tighnari taught him.

-hopeless, he gets up, and starts walking away, wiping off his tears.

-"cy... cy-cyno..." you mutter out, trying to get up, looking at his back.

-he turns around shockingly, then runs towards you. he hugs you tight.

-"who." he says, a serious look on his face, despite the tears.

-you tell him who did it, and after that, you never see that person again...

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｡ Wanderer

-he gets worried pretty fast, i mean, judging by his backstory...

-so he calls you, but you don't answer. he goes out looking for you. he's flying over sumeru looking for you.

-you're nowhere to be found.

-he's worrying, worrying so much. his nonexistent heart is beating out of his chest right now. he's scared.

-his eyes keep watering, but he keeps wiping them away.

-all until he sees you in some dark forest, laying down on the grass, not moving. an apple beside you.

-he flies down, he doesn't even wipe his tears anymore, he's crying. he's breaking down.

-he throws the apple into some bushes, realizing it was poisonous already at the look of it.

-he shakes you, he begs you, he yells, he screams.

-laying his head on your chest after so much tension, just crying and begging you quietly.

-"you can't betray me too... idiot..." he raises his head up for one last time, giving you a kiss before burying his face in your neck.

"you broke your promise too, liar..." he closes his eyes, letting his tears flow freely. he was too weak now. too weak to even call you an idiot again.

-he feels you move. he feels a hand on his hair, ruffling it weakly.

-"i didn't... thank you..." you mumble, keeping your eyes open.

-and there, he promised you he would kill them.

-tomorrow morning, there was a person said to be gone missing, last seen in the comfort of their home...

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it's good

i like it i love the snow white au fr

hope you like it 🍓anon<3

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin headcanons #genshin imagines #genshin impact headcanons #genshin fluff #wanderer x reader #wanderer x you #bennett x you #bennett x reader #gaming x you #gaming x reader #tighnari x you #tighnari x reader #cyno x you #cyno x reader #finally did it lol #⑅⁠čikonyxo's post🎭

[drysaladandketchup]

for the "things you said" writing meme -- matthew/leon, 12 :)

Thank you for the request <3 I realised very quickly I have no idea what constitutes a 'mini' fic. I struggle to write 'mini' anything lol. Hopefully this still satisfies :)

12. things you said when you thought i was asleep

It takes all of Matthew's willpower not to reach over and smash his phone just to shut up the alarm. All that saves his wallet and an awkward trip to the Apple store is the split-second realisation that the shrieking in his ear isn't his usual alarm.

It's a ringtone. Not his own, either.

He pries his eyes open to find the world through the window is still dark. One of the balcony doors is still ajar, letting in a cool night breeze. He's lying on his side in his own bed, the end of the all-star weekend memorialized by several aches and bruises.

His hips and ass are a little sore too, but that's unrelated. Technically.

The ringing stops. Someone huffs behind him.

Someone. Yeah, no, Matthew knows who it is. They may have met up at the bar once the media was done swarming, but Matthew was far from drunk. Painfully sober, in fact. If he's being honest with himself, he was hoping things would turn out this way.

One more time. One more moment. Because it's been a long time since they were them. Longer still since the sex was just sex, since hate became want. Matthew is strong in a lot of ways, but not against this.

"Davo." Leon's voice is low, and still gruff from sleep when he answers his phone. He sits up on his side of the bed, trying not to disturb Matthew, pulling the covers back up over Matthew's shoulder like he thinks he'll freeze to death in this balmy Florida winter.

Usually Matthew's a heavy sleeper. But never when Leon's around. He makes it impossible for Matthew to completely relax, to let time slip by. Leon's just too big of a presence, almost too much to bear. It was more important that everything linger, to bask in the strange comfort of their relationship, whatever it was. They had so little time. Even less, now.

"I know it's late. No, no, I'm not at the hotel. I'm... I'm with Tkachuk."

Leon says his last name like it's wrong, like it's rotting on his tongue.

When he corrects himself, says, "Matthew", it's better, lighter. Like it's ambrosia.

Matthew remembers when Leon Draisaitl saying his name wouldn't have meant a damn thing to him. When that simple act didn't fill him with fondness.

In the silence, Matthew can hear McDavid talking on the other end, but can't quite make out what he's saying. Matthew tucks up under the duvet, breathing quiet and even, trying to focus instead on the distant sound of waves and the ticking clock on his wall.

Ticking. Always ticking. Time bleeds out when they're together.

He doesn't even remember falling asleep last night, but he wishes he hadn't now. He wishes he'd stayed awake longer, just to... just too see him. To look Leon in the eye, to talk about everything and nothing until dawn, to feel big, too-warm hands on his body more and more and more. He wants to make sure he'll remember how Leon feels, sounds, tastes.

"Connor," Leon says, a warning, followed by a sigh. "I know. I know, okay? It was stupid, but..."

Maybe it was. Matthew has a good thing here in Florida. Better than ever. He was happy to leave Alberta behind and start over. So why did leaving make him feel like a coward?

Because leaving was about Calgary, and the Flames. About his career and his future. It wasn't about Leon. Leon was the wrench in the gears; the one thing he didn't expect to have to say goodbye to, the kind of hurt he never could have accounted for.

"I needed to see him." Leon sounds helpless. He's not the only one.

The only time he's heard Leon so lost was after his team was knocked out of the playoffs last season. The Oilers meant nothing--Matthew was pretty fucking glad considering they'd beat out the Flames--but he never wanted to hear Leon like that again.

He definitely never wanted to be the cause of it. Not like this.

Leon is still mumbling into his phone. "Yeah, I'm fine. He's... we're good. He's happy."

A hand settles on Matthew's head. Fingers play with his curls, nails scratch his scalp. A thumb presses just behind Matthew's ear, stroking the soft skin where only hours before Leon had put his lips, whispering sweetness and filth in equal measure.

It takes everything for Matthew not to groan, to whimper and surrender, roll over and climb on top of Leon and take all over again. Beg him to take something--everything--from Matthew.

"I don't know," Leon says then.

It's easy to guess what McDavid asked.

He's happy. But are you?

"I can't even tell him I still love him."

Still. Matthew didn't even know there was a before, let alone a still. Leon never said anything. Fuck, if Matthew wasn't busy trying to remember how to breathe, he'd roll over and punch him.

Then again, what did Matthew ever say? They never talked about it. Never let those closet hook-ups and slipping out back doors and little drinks and dinners and overnights excused as practical necessity be anything more than that. A bunch of chirps and half-truths and aborted discussions because it was all becoming too much. There was too much uncertainty. Too many ways it could go wrong.

It did go wrong. It became something. It became real.

Maybe that would have changed something. Maybe it wouldn't have changed anything at all. It doesn't matter now. Matthew left, and neither of them said a word about things like love, because it was easier to hope it would shrivel and die with distance and time.

"I know I'm being stupid." Leon pauses when McDavid interrupts, then huffs. "No, I am. Fuck, I really thought I'd get over it. Maybe I will. Eventually."

Don't you fucking dare, you piece of shit, Matthew wants to scream.

"Not sure I can, though." Leon swallows so loud Matthew can hear it. Then quieter, like he's not sure he's even allowed to admit it, he says, "I don't really want to."

He's still playing with Matthew's hair, occasionally dragging a finger over his bare shoulder or down his back, tracing imaginary lines across Matthew's flesh. Like he's something to be memorized and cherished.

They're both so fucking stupid. Matthew bites his lip and tries not to choke on the lump in his throat. Could be his heart, climbing right up and out of his mouth. He clings to the sheets with shaking hands.

"I'm not going to fuck up what he's got here," Leon says tiredly, voice thick with tension and pathetic resignation.

Leon's not here to drag him back. He wouldn't do that. So why is he here? Just to torture them both? Being with him doesn't feel like torture. It feels like winning. It feels like defiance and decadence and too much and not enough. It feels like what could have been and what could still be.

He didn't find Leon at that bar and bring him home out of pity, or nostalgia, one last fuck for old times sake. It was... it just was. Not an ending. Not some final goodbye. Proof maybe there could still be something. Getting over it was never an option, Matthew knew that well before he stepped onto the ice as a Panther and found himself staring Leon down all over again.

Matthew's vision is blurring. His eyes sting, warm and wet. There's blood pounding in his ears, and a hand clutching his heart, a vice around his lungs. He hardly remembers how to breathe.

He doesn't catch the rest of Leon's conversation, except something about meeting Connor back at the hotel tomorrow. Meaning he's staying the night, at least. He's staying.

When Leon hangs up the phone, Matthew finally comes up for air. He relaxes his shoulders, listening to the soft thump as Leon taps his phone against his forehead over and over. Then it clatters on the side table. Leon sighs, sniffs, and sinks back under the covers. He tucks right up against Matthew's back, still burning like a furnace, soft muscle and skin brushing Matthew's spine in all the right ways.

He throws an arm around Matthew and finds one of his hands, worming his fingers through the gaps to hold it. His palm is sweaty, not that it matters at all to Matthew. He can't help squeezing Leon's hand a little, but if Leon notices, he doesn't say a word.

Not until he's wrapped tight around Matthew, near suffocating, like any part of them that isn't touching is a sin.

"Love you," Leon mumbles, barely more than a whisper, pressing his lips right to the base of Matthew's neck. Matthew's body can't seem to decide whether to shiver or melt under the heat.

Leon says it like it's inevitable. Painful. Pitiful.

What he's saying is, I'm sorry I love you. I'm sorry I couldn't say it before. I'm sorry I don't know how to say it now. I'm sorry it's too late, it's the wrong place, the wrong time.

Like he doesn't think Matthew could ever understand. And that's the worst part of it all. They're still not on the same page. Tearing down what they never built.

If Leon's only brave enough to say it when Matthew's asleep, then Matthew will just have to be brave enough to say it in the light of day. He doesn't run, and he won't now that he knows he doesn't have to.

He stares into the night outside his window, listening to Leon breathe, feeling his heart beat through Matthew's chest like that's where it longs to be.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow maybe they can stop chasing time long enough to make the most of what they have. To make up for what they've wasted. And whatever happens after, well, maybe they can stop being afraid of that, too.

#hockey #mattdrai #matthew tkachuk #leon draisaitl #my writing #asks #i can take any prompt and shove angst into it just watch me #'mutual pining dumbasses who can't communicate' my beloved trope #i hope it's obvious this is happening during/right after the 2023 asg #i know 2020 was the sacred texts but I feel like we don't use 2023 for mattdrai purposes enough #poor connor always suffering through mattdrai bullshit #leon has a scrapbook full of pictures of matthew and will be like 'remember when my bf left me ;_;' and connor wants to jump off a bridge #'mini' fic they said. i don't think 1.6k is mini. it got away from me. but i have never been concise in my life why start now

[apomaro-mellow]

King&Prince 4

"Hey Eddie, what happens if you stick a finger up someone's ass?", Dustin asked.

Eddie choked on nothing and looked up from the map he'd been studying. He cleared his throat and flailed his hands at his young ward.

"The fuck Henderson?"

"I asked Steve about it once but he said he wouldn't tell me yet."

"Steve?!" Eddie got up while slamming his hands down. "As in the prince? As in the one I have locked away in the dungeon as we speak?"

"Yeah", Dustin replied, unbothered by the shadows shifting behind Eddie as his hair began to stand on end.

"I will say this in the simplest terms I can. Stay. Away. From Harrington."

Dustin put down the anatomy book he'd been reading. "But he's not dangerous. At least not while he's caged up. He's got pretty decent knowledge of how to hurt someone though."

"Oh I'm sure. He comes from a long line of people who live to hurt." Eddie moved from behind his desk, leaving the map behind. The fireplace was burning bright, the sun had set long ago and Eddie should have sent Dustin to bed by now, but he liked the company. "You know what his family has done."

"I do, but it's not like he's done it. He doesn't deserve to sleep in a shit hole just because his family is a bunch of assholes", Dustin said.

"And who's to say he isn't just as much of an asshole? Apples don't fall far from trees." Eddie moved to stare into the fire. He had been studying the map of his kingdom to think of ways to move his citizens and creatures. He didn't want to displace people, nor seem like he was conceding the border, but the Harringtons weren't giving him much of a choice.

"Can't you just give him some new clothes? He's literally starting to smell."

"I want you to stay out of the dungeons. You keep it up and I'll tell your mom that you're fraternizing with the enemy."

Dustin let out an offended scoff, upset that Eddie would go as far as tattling on him. Well, he had ways around that. Curious about the royal hostage, Dustin had intercepted the servant going to give him his meal and took over that task. But since Eddie told him he couldn't go anymore, Dustin got someone else instead.

Mike had to be bribed with a book, but he went and asked Steve what was worse, internal bleeding or dying of infection.

"Are you one of Dustin's friends?"

"Just answer the question so I can get outta here", Mike sighed.

"I'm not a doctor. I don't know which is worse. But infection is definitely more gross", Steve said. "Especially if it's on your-"

"On your what?", Mike pressed.

Steve considered how much of a pest Dustin was when he didn't get a straight answer and decided that having a conversation partner so he told Mike what he knew about infections while eating. Mike's jaw never left the floor.

"Eddie was wrong about you. You're so-!" Mike stopped short when Steve looked up at him. "You're uh, you're fine, I guess. Do you know a lot about gross stuff like that?"

"I don't know about a lot. I know a thing or two", Steve shrugged. That name came up again, Eddie. Steve was almost interested enough to ask about him but figured he was probably just someone else in the castle that hung out with these kids. And apparently he was someone they looked up to.

From then on, he had a rotation of visitors to bring him food. Dustin was still around, and he'd met Mike. But now there was also Lucas, who mostly asked about the fighting techniques Steve knew about. He also met Will, who usually came with a list of questions Dustin had but also asked about his kingdom in general. Something about the whole thing caught Steve off guard and he asked Dustin the next time he saw him.

"Does your king only employ children?"

"What? No, we don't get paid, but we should", Dustin rolled his eyes as he slid the food over. "We just live here. Lucas and Mike wanna be squires. And I-"

"Where are all the monsters?", Steve asked.

"You probably mean the demobeasts. They live outside, you know, like most animals." Dustin looked at him like he was stupid. It was a common expression on his face.

"They're not like, crawling around?", Steve hadn't even seen so much as a rat, even here in his cell.

"It's not a wild house", Dustin crossed his arms. "I brought one demodog into the castle and Eddie lost it just because it tore up some scrolls."

"You and this Eddie guy hang out a lot? How come you've never sent him down here?", Steve asked.

"He's pretty busy. Plus, he doesn't like you that much."

Steve didn't need to ask why. He was an enemy prince, after all. So far, only Dustin and his friends had shown him anything resembling kindness. Just a day ago, someone had been sent to 'clean' him. Which was really just tossing a bucket of cold water at him. And even those that knew him beyond his status weren't so loving and warm. It was why Steve wasn't surprised that his family had yet to burst through the doors to save him.

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Alric had known long before he got a letter that his son had been taken and by whom. Steve's escorting party had returned much sooner than planned. Many of them injured, but none dead. They had reported to their king the events and just who was responsible. Still, Alric waited for the official word, just to see what that devil of a king wanted in exchange for his son.

It turned out to be a call to end his aggression and enter a truce. A call to discuss the details of the truce more in person. To sit at the same table as equals and figure out how to live harmoniously as neighbors.

He threw the letter into the fire.

Such terms were unthinkable, as was sending a reply of any kind. Alric would allow his silence to do the talking.

When it went on week three without any sort of word, Eddie called his council to discuss.

"What does it mean when a king doesn't care about his prince?", Eddie had asked.

"It's got to be a ploy", Nancy said. "He wouldn't abandon his only son."

"Unless he was some sort of disgrace", Jeff said. "But then again, something like that would have hit the rumor mill already."

"How can a prince be disgraced? They get away with everything", Robin commented.

Eddie was pacing around the table in the council room. "The point is, dear old dad doesn't seem to bothered with this. It's almost like he wants to be rid of him."

"So what do we do?", Jeff asked.

"We need a clearer picture", Nancy said.

"Clearer picture...", Eddie mused, pausing in his pacing. Then he let out a very loud, every exaggerated groan while bending so far backwards his head almost touched the floor. "Time to visit my favorite hostage."

Part 6

Tag Team

@thesuninyaface @only-evanescent @snakeorsquid @ignoremyworld @theclichefortunecookie @goodolefashionedloverboi @just-a-tiny-void

#apo writes #stranger things #fanfiction #steddie #the party

[jadewritesficshere]

Okay, but imagine Robin who hangs out at the diner on weekends because the senior citizens go there and are fun to hang out with. She knows all the ins and outs of who is who in Hawkins thanks to Janice. Gladys has shown her how to knit, which the first thing she made was a very off-putting and weirdly shaped sweater she gave to Steve (Steve absolutely wore it even if it is not correct. Anytime anyone mentions it he just goes "its called fashion"). Charles has lamented about how the outfits the kids wear and their attitudes ("All these bright colors and for what? To be a dick? Might as well have put a big flashing sign that says "I'm a prick"").

One day, there is a new guy at the diner. Robin doesn't catch his name but he seems nice (and younger then the majority of the crowd). Robin is telling them about Steve's failed attempts at flirting, when the new guy chuckles and cuts her off mid sentence. "Almost as bad as my kid...God love him," He smiles and looks at the ceiling before taking a sip of coffee. Robin would feel frazzled getting interrupted if the guy didn't go on to tell the most hilarious story she ever heard. The poor kid was apparently so flustered trying to flirt he had actually tripped and spilled his drink on himself; somehow, the story ended with the kid looking like a sewer rat with twigs in his hair and a bloody nose, but an award winning smile cause he got a number.

Robin immediately wants to meet the kid who is "around your age". He seems sweet and funny, at least this man is so surely the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree. Janice is the one to suggest Robin meets the nephew and brings Steve along ("That poor boy needs more friends his age, always cartin' those kids around" "If he ever wants an older friend you tell him to-""Rhonda! He could be your grandchild!""I have eyes Janice, just because I'm old doesn't mean I can't see""You're legally blind."). Robin earnestly agrees. As they leave, Robin makes plans with the man, making sure the others can't hear so they don't show up. Robin makes plans for Tuesday at 4.

Except on Tuesday she gets sick. She's laying on the couch pathetically, lamenting about how she never gets sick. Steve is like "oh nooooo guess we have to cancel" with a shrug, cause he could not care less (he had wanted to spend a relaxing night off). Robin convinces him to go. Cue Steve meeting Eddie at a diner, essentially a blind date. Steve shows back up at the apartment him and Robin share and is smitten. Starts telling Robin all about the date not date. Eddie goes home to Wayne, gives him a grumpy look (he didn't want to go out to some "stupid" hangout), then goes to his room. Wayne could hear his squeal of delight and then hear Eddie talking to himself about the prettiest guy he's seen. Wayne just sips his coffee and goes back to reading the paper.

#Are you telling me this isn't an amazing idea??? #Someone with better writing skills make this a full fic and tag me #If yall can't tell i only have enough gumption for oneshots and drabbles #All the senior citizens want to know how it went and Robin just goes I didnt go and then gets chewed out for an hour before she can clarify #Platonic Stobin #Steve Harrington #Robin Buckley #Eddie Munson #Steddie #Stranger Things #Jade is Talking

[lixzey]

Tim and reader have two teenage children. One of them gets into a fight at school. When they find out they’re mad. But after that they’re are told that the reason of the fight was because their son was protecting his sister.

info: dad!Timothée, child getting into trouble, protective dad, child coming out, bullying, harassment.

Daddy's Angels

“Timmy, I'm taking Nikki to your mom's!” I yelled from the foyer as I fixed my four-year-old's hair.

“Come on, Nikki, we'll get you a cake pop on the way to Nana's.” I held her hand in mine as we walked to the car. Before we got to the car, I heard my husband calling for me.

“Mon amour, wait! I just got a call from La Guardia.”

“What? What happened? Are Hal and Millie okay?” I asked worriedly.

“Depends on your definition of 'okay'.” Timothée sighed. “Millie has gotten into a fight. They need us to come to the school.”

“What the hell? A fight?” I asked incredulously. “She's been in school for a week!”

“The principal didn't say much.” Timothée took the car keys from my hand, “Come on, let's drop Nikki off. Then we can go to LaG.”

I rolled my eyes at him before getting Nikki in her car seat. We drove to Timmy's parents and dropped her off. As soon as Nikki got settled in her grandmother's arms, Timmy and I went straight to LaGuardia High School.

“I swear Millie is going to give me a heart attack one of these days,” I muttered as Timmy and I walked up the steps of the school. Timothée and I went to the same high school as teenagers, and we fell in love in our junior year.

“As if you didn't give your mom a heart attack when you were a teen.”Timothée chuckled, nudging me playfully. I rolled my eyes at him, “Well, I didn't get into fights.”

As we approached the principal's office, a voice spoke from behind us. “Mr. and Mrs. Chalamet.”

“The old hag's still here?” Timothée mumbled as the older woman approached us.

I elbowed him hard in the side before putting on the most polite smile I could muster. “Ms. Lawton, the principal, called us over. Can we see our daughter and possibly our son?” 

“Oh yes,” The older woman frowned at me. “You were quite the troublemakers. Of course, your children would be delinquents. You know what they say: The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.”

I grabbed Timothée's arm, preventing him from saying anything bad. “Just take us to our daughter.” Timothée said through gritted teeth.

Ms. Lawton nodded before leading us into the principal's office. As soon as the doors opened, I saw my daughter sitting in front of the principal's table, a haughty look on her face. She smiled as soon as her eyes landed on Timothée. “Papa!” she said, reaching for a hug.

“Oh no, you don't, Amelia Elise.” I sternly said from behind my husband. Mille froze at the mention of her full name. She turned to the principal and said, “I-I thought you were going to call my father?”

“And you thought he wasn't going to tell me?” I said through gritted teeth. Millie's eyes widened in fear. “I-well, uh....”

“You have got some serious explaining to do, young lady! I cannot believe you-” Timothée put a hand on my shoulder, cutting me off.

“Y/n, mon amour, I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation for all of this. Let's listen to what the principal has to say first.”

I scowled at him, “Fine.” I sat in front of Millie, while Timmy sat beside her.

“During free time, Ms. Chalamet was seen arguing with a boy. Before Ms. Lawton could break it up, Ms. Chalamet proceeded to attack the boy.”

Timothée's eyes widened. “You got into a fight with a boy, Millie?!”  

Millie sat up straight, her arms over her chest. “I wouldn't call it a fight. I would call it a well-deserved punishment. Auntie Pauline style.”

“Amelia Elise Chalamet!” I scolded her. “Then what else happened?” I asked the principal.

“Oh yes. Ms. Lawton and Mr. Shifman dragged Ms. Chalamet away, shouting at the boy in French.”

“French?” Timothée turned to his daughter, “What were you shouting, young lady?” 

Millie sank down into her chair under her father's intense stare. It wasn't a normal occurrence for Timothée to get angry.

“I'd rather not repeat it, Papa.” Millie muttered as she fidgeted with her hair.

“You had no problem shouting at the boy in the hallways, Amelia. Why can't you say it now?” I asked. Millie stayed silent. “Well?”I raised my eyebrow at her.

“Vous êtes une excuse désolée pour un être humain. Vous méritez de pourrir dans les fosses ardentes de l’enfer et cela ne suffirait toujours pas à compenser le fait d’être une terrible excuse pour un humain.” Millie mumbled quietly.

“What was that, Amelia? Louder.” I glared at her.

“I was yelling that he could rot in the fiery pits of hell, and it still wouldn't make up for him being a terrible excuse for a human being.” Millie said quietly.

“And what makes him a terrible excuse for a human being, Amelia?” I asked further.

“I...I...can't say Mama.” Millie replied, sinking even further into the chair.

“Why not?” Timothée asked as he rubbed his temples.

“I can't, I promised Hal, Papa.” Millie said, almost in a whisper.

Timothée sighed. “Can we please have a moment with our daughter?” 

The principal nodded as she rose from her chair. “I will be back in fifteen minutes.”

As soon as the door closed, Millie dove into her father's arms and broke down in tears. “Papa, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to! He just made me so furious!” 

Timothée looked at me over Millie's shoulders, a worried look painted on his face. “Mon coeur, it's alright.” He assured our daughter, rubbing her back in an effort to calm her down. 

After a few moments, her sobs were reduced to soft sniffles, and Millie finally calmed down. Though she never left her papa's arms. 

“Now,” Timothée started, “What exactly made you furious that you attacked that boy, chérie?”

“Promise you won't hate me, Papa?” Millie asked, her big green eyes staring at her father.

“I could never hate you, princess.” Timmy chuckled, kissing her forehead and brushing a stray strand of her away from her face.

I wanted to stay angry, but looking at my husband and eldest daughter's tender moment, my heart softened.

“Mama? You promise?” Millie asked me.

“I promise, love. Now, can you tell me and your Papa what happened?” I said with a smile, hoping to ease her worries.

Millie took a deep breath. “It all started on the first day of school. Hal and I were talking about our classes. Since we were in different homerooms, it was the only time we had to talk. Then suddenly, a boy, whose name is Tristan, pushed me. Hal got mad, and he helped me get up, and Tristan started to call him names. And yesterday, Tristan pushed Hal into giving him his homework. That's why Hal has a bruise on his arm.”

“What? Hal has a bruise?” I worriedly asked.

“Yeah, he has a bruise on his left arm.”

“This kid is mean and deserves to get punished. But I don't see a reason why you should attack him, angel.” Timothée said, hugging Millie tighter and closer to him.

“I'm getting there.” Millie sighed. “So, Hal and I were talking about our day, then Tristan came and started calling Hal names again. I told him to leave Hal alone, or else I'd tell a teacher. He then started to tease Hal even more, saying how Papa must be so disappointed that his son's major is Dance rather than Drama. He started calling him all sorts of names, like black sheep and the family's disappointment. So I told him to shove off.” Millie was trembling at this point.

“He pushed me into the wall and then whispered in my ear. 'Shut up. I bet your dad lets his friends use you, you little slut.' He....he the reached for my skirt and tried to touch me.”

I gasped, “He did WHAT!?” 

Millie started to sob again. “I'm so sorry, Mama! I got so mad, I saw red. Before I knew it, I was punching him.”

“Oh, my baby! You didn't do anything wrong! You were defending yourself and your brother.” I opened my arms to hug her, but Millie couldn't move. Timothée was hugging her tightly, as if his daughter were his lifeline.

“Papa?” Millie asked, trying to pry her Papa's arms off her. “Papa, you're hugging me too tight!” 

“I'm sorry, ma chérie.” Timothée chuckled, his grip on Millie relaxing. “Don't move, angel. Holding onto you is the only thing keeping me away from that boy and punching him myself.”

“Timothée Hal!” I exclaimed, “He deserves to get punished, but it isn't up to you! You can't beat up a kid!” 

“I can't. But Hal could.”

“He won't, Tim.” I glared at him.

“I know, but Leo can.” Timothée smirked.

“Timothée Hal Chalamet, you shut your mouth before I shut it for you!” I snapped, “I am just as upset at you about this, but you can't tell your nephew to beat up this Trsitan kid!” 

“Then why the hell did he bully my kids?” Timothée huffed. “Millie, why was he bullying your brother?” 

“I...I can't say, Papa.” Millie sniffled.

“Sweetheart, please tell us. We won't get mad, let alone hate you and your brother.” I assured her, rubbing circles on her back.

“I promised Hal, Mama....I can't betray him.” Millie said in a whisper. “He doesn't want to disappoint you and Papa.”

“Disappoint us? Sweetheart, nothing you and your brother could do can disappoint us.” I kissed her forehead.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

“Millie, are you here?” Hal's voice echoed as he opened the door. “Mama? Papa?”

“Hal, sweetheart.” I smiled at my son, gesturing for him to sit beside me.

“Now, why was Tristan bullying Hal?” Timothée asked.

“Papa.....” Millie looked at Hal, her eyes on the verge of tears.

“Millie, you can tell Mama and Papa.” Hal smiled at his sister.

“But.....” Millie sniffed.

“No buts, Mills. If you can't say it, I will.” Hal assured his sister.

“Mama, Papa, I'm gay,” Hal said with a proud smile. “I'm not ashamed anymore. I hope you won't hate me for being gay, Mama, Papa.”

“Oh, my darling! I could never hate you. You're my baby boy, my beautiful, beautiful boy,” I said as I hugged Hal. “Your Papa and I couldn't be more proud.

“Yes, Hal, I'm absolutely proud of you. I could never hate you for being yourself.” Timothée smiled, reaching over to Hal for a hug.

"I'm proud of both of you, but that Tristan kid needs to be punished,” I said. “He needs to be punished for bullying my babies and for harassing Millie.” I insisted.

“Agreed.” Timothée nodded.

“Come on, I'll talk to the principal, then the four of us can get ice cream.” I smiled. Millie and Hal's faces lit up.

“Ice cream it is.” Timothée chuckled, hugging our children.

“Daddy's angels, huh?” I teased my kids.

“Daddy's angels.” They repeated in unison.

Right now, I couldn't ask for anything more.

#timothée chalamet #timmy #timothee chalamet #timmy chalamet #timothee #lil timmy tim #timothée chalamet imagine #timothée chalamalabingbong #timothee x reader #timothee chalamet fanfiction #timothée chalamet x reader #timothee x y/n #timothee fanfic #timothée chalamet x you #timothee x you #timothee chalamet x you #timothee chalamet x reader #timothée hal chalamet #reader insert #dad!Timothée

[marymary-diva17]

My baby you are my baby

spider x mom reader

content : spider x mom reader, navi/avatar spider, mentions of quaritch and the recons, and miles quaritch x reader

avatar masterlist

Your life had greatly changed since the end of the war with the RDA, as you had went through the eyes of ewya to save your life and it good. Given a place in the omatacayia clan as you had become one of the people, that was not the only thing in your life that changed. You had discovered you are pregnant your human body was pregnant, and it seems like eywa was able to save your child life as well. Soon your whole life had changed even more as you were living your new life for yourself and your unborn baby.

y/n " come on little guy we have to go see uncle norm and everyone else" you had gotten ready for the day after having some fruit, you were off to go see norm and the other for spider check up.

y/n “ I know baby I know” spider had become fussy when you picked him up, but soon calm down. You had kissed his forehead getting a smile from him. Soon enough you put spider in his baby carrier and soon left the home and village heading towards the base.

women " good morning y/n and you brought the little one"

y/n " yes we are here for his check up"

women 2 " aww he even more cuter then last time"

y/n " thank you ladies"

women 3 " awww little man will be like his mama"

y/n " well we have to see what he turns out to be like when he older" you soon went towards where a medical tent had been set outside for avatar.

y/n " hey everyone"

norm " hey y/n and baby spider" norm was in his human body today, you soon took spider out of his carrier and place him on the small table.

y/n " hey norm how are you doing"

norm " good now lets see how this little guy is doing" norm had started checking on baby spider, doing some things to get the boy to laugh.

norm " wow he gain weight since the last time he was here you are doing a god job"

y/n " well I have been making sure to feed him well when he hungry"

norm " he is always a happy baby and seems to be full of energy"

y/n " even when getting him to bed he will not sleep that night, because little man rather stay up" you soon kissed spider forehand making him laugh.

max " hey y/n and hey there kiddo" max soon walked towards spider giving the boy a smile.

y/n " hey max"

man 1 " you know the father of her child is him the colonel"

woman 1" yes I heard they were married and she had gotten pregnant"

man 2 " I hope he doesn't become like his dad we don't need his younger version here"

women 2 " hey be nice y/n has always been there for us her relationship with him shouldn't reflect her"

man 1 " oh come on she had the child of the man that did awful thing, are we sure he won't become like his dad"

women 2 " that none of your business baby spider is nice and sweet like his mom"

man 1 " for now wait until his older and we will see if the apple dose not fall far from the tree of wickedness" norm could see you were getting upset and you were about to say something.

norm " hey back off you know we cal all hear you right and you are being rude towards a baby"

max " shame all of you" you soon picked up spider smoothy and soon started put him in the baby carrier, everyone could tell you were upset about the whole situation.

y/n " I think we will be going now"

norm " y/n"

y/n " we will talk later norm I think it will be good to get spider out and about right now" You soon left with spider not looking back but you could hear some fighting going on behind you, but that was not your problem right now.

later that day

y/n " ......." you and spider had arrived at home and he was no in his crib napping, while you were doing some work.

???? " y/n are you home" you soon looked up from your work to see someone was standing at the entrance of your home.

y/n " yes I'm here you can come in Jake and norm" soon the two man had stepped into the home and looked at you. It seems like they were here to speak about something and you were staring to think it was about you.

Jake " I came to speak with you norm and max along with a few others told me of what happened today"

y/n " ......"

Jake " y/n you are good mom and women you gave up everything to help the navi even losing your life in the process as well"

y/n " thank you Jake"

norm " I had spoken to that group and they will come to you once they have worked on a proper apology, for their actions and words they were being rude towards you and your son"

y/n " spider is my baby I will do anything for him, but I know I can't protect him form everyone and everything, I don't know if he is liked among the human and navi"

Jake " the omatacayia love him even neytiri and mo'at love him as he is your son and child of eywa, he is seen as one of the people"

y/n : thank you Jake"

norm " hey I and everyone else on base love he the first ever kid born here, well along with neteyam and kiri they are the first kids born from avatar parents"

y/n " yeah"

norm " look we all know you love ... loved his father but what are you plans for when he gets older he will ask why he doesn't have a dad like all the other kids"

y/n " I have a plan to tell him when he older I know I can't keep the truth from him, but I don't know when he will know"

Jake " we will make sure no one tell him that for you to tell him no one else"

y/n " thank you Jake"

Jake " hey we are his uncles we will do anything for the little guy" you soon smiled and laughed, it was agreed on that day that no one will tell spider the truth unless it was you. Spider is your baby and you will do anything for him, he had a special spot in your place and that will never change. Even due the ones you love and care for are no longer here you will still remember and love them for their good and bad side, always trying to remember them well and prepare yourself for the future that will come when you sons starts asking questions wishing for some answers.

#avatar x y/n #avatar 2 #avatar x reader #avatar #atwow #sully family x reader #neytiri x reader #jake x neytiri #neytiri x jake #miles quaritch x reader #miles quaritch x y/n #spider socorro #miles spider socorro #norm spellman #navi avatar

[skyechild]

@pyeonghongrie threatened me to write this...but snake hybrid!seonghwa is my weakness...

Notes: hinted oral, dirty talk, a lot of fluff at the end, seonghwa likes to tease. Hwa calls reader my love...uuuuhhhh mentions of sex life obvs, might continue this if I get enough notes.

[ 2:00 am ]

You can barely hear the sound of snake hybrid!Seonghwa's tongue flicking out with a soft hiss as he scents the air over both of your breathing. He hums softly. "Can you sit on my face?" Your cheeks heat up, red covering the apples of your cheeks and ears, slowly covering your whole face and neck. "...what?" It's a quiet whisper of disbelief.

It's not like your sex life with Seonghwa was dull or boring. You experimented sometimes. But you're interest in his tongue was never hidden well. Atleast to him it wasn't. Watching it flick out and the length it revealed. And you know he didn't show all of it when he did scent the air.

You've never tried oral with him. Even though you'd feel a spark of heat in your core whenever you thought about it. Thank God hybrids couldn't read minds. You know Seonghwa would have a field day with the thoughts that swirled within your mind.

"I asked." He pauses to turn his head, slitted eyes locking on yours before he rolls onto his side on the bed. "If you would sit on my face." He flicks his tongue out again and you can't help the way your eyes dart down towards it, watching as it retreats back into his mouth and away from sight. The corner of his lips tug up once your eyes snap back up to his face.

He leans close, the smirk widening with every second. "You're not very discreet with your staring my love." Your head jerks back, surprise painting your face. "Excuse me?" Your voice is high pitched, cracking slightly in shock.

He snickered, slitted eyes sparkling with mischief. "Imagine how far my tongue would be able to reach inside you. You already know my tongue is split. Imagine how it would feel, me being able to still have enough length to still be able to have my tongue all over your prettylittle-" he's cut off. "Okay okay! Just...quiet. please?"

He grins, full of mischief and eyes full of lust. "So?" He pushed, by this point your nose to nose, Seonghwa's perfume surrounding you. "Uhm...we haven't tried it before..." Your voice is small as you look down at your hands that fidget with each other.

The air changes as Seonghwa's hands clasp over yours. "My love, we do not have to do it right now." You shake your head, biting down on the corner of your lip. "Uhm...I won't uhm...suffocate you?" You look at your hands that are clasped together. "You won't. Even if you some how did, it'd be a wonderful way to go. My tongue on your pussy and your scent in my nose. The wetness on my chin sliding down to my neck."

You weakly smack his chest as he laughs. "You're so easy to rile up." You huff, glaring up into his eyes. "You make me nervous, what can I say?" His face softens. "Even now?" At your nod his hand comes up to cup your cheek, stroking your cheek with his thumb. "It's like I'm falling in love with you everytime I see you." His face lights up in a pleased smile, fangs peeking out. "You're so sweet my love." He whispered before he kisses your forehead before it grows into a soft smile as he pulls away.

"Give it some thought my love. It doesn't need to be right now, or even tomorrow or the next day. Whenever you're ready, I'll be here." You smile warmly up at him, your own hand cupping his cheek as his tongue flicks out again and he chuckles again when your gaze flicks towards his tongue for a split second.

#park Seonghwa smut #ateez smut #not quite smut but very suggestive #skyechilds work

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Hey headmage! You know that one question all teachers will get in their life...

Tell us about your first love!

*eager looking eyes*

I wrote this one in a somewhat vague manner aka it's to throw a bone at the "Crowley is Malleus's dad" theorists out there www; it's up to the reader to interpret it as they please; it isn’t meant to refer to one specific character.

Enter; An Unkindness of Ravens.

Crowley regarded you with a careful, uncharacteristically patient look—as if picking apart your soul and the fine layers that sheathed it. You were an open book, so wide-eyed and eager to learn of young, blossoming love.

“Feeling daring today, are we?” he chuckled lowly. “What naughty students I have, sticking their noses where they don't belong."

Crowley swung one leg over the other, crossing them as he reclined into his armchair. "As it happens, I am feeling more generous than usual today, so I will humor your request."

Your ears perked. You arched over his desk, primed to listen intently.

"Once upon a time, in a land far, far away... I found myself at a grand palace hosting a ball. Where, you may ask? I cannot say. However, it is only natural for important people in high places, such as myself, to be invited to these sorts of functions.

“Often it is political matters and power struggles at play—dull subjects to children, I'm sure. I happened to take an interest in the cuisine they were serving that evening, and so I made an appearance."

Crowley paused dramatically.

"Little did I know, that was where I would happen upon... Well, surely you understand who I am referring to?"

“Your first love?” you squeaked.

“I noticed them immediately. Call it ‘love at first sight’ if you wish.

“Their presence was far too powerful to be contained within that room. It was a quiet kind of strength, like the roiling of thunder before a storm arrives in full. Oh, but it wasn’t just their aura alone. No, no, they also boasted great beauty, grace, and intelligence!! And yet…”

“And yet…?”

“They were alone.” Crowley spoke the word quietly, as though it were cursed. “… I suppose it happens. People who stand too high in the world are lonely there, frightening off those unworthy to be in their presence. I understood, of course, being in a similar position myself, so I sought to offer my kind hand to console them. It is in my nature as an educator to serve as a bridge between people."

“You made the first move,” you gasped, your cheeks warming. Scandalous.

“I paraded right up and introduced myself! And—can you believe this—they gave me the cold shoulder, then attempted to scare me and shoo me off!! But I certainly didn’t quit. I fetched them punch, I sang them sweet serenades, I cracked jokes of the highest caliber… all so that they would look my way, even to spare a passing glance.”

“So you were a simp.” Somehow, it fit perfectly with your current understanding of Crowley.

He bristled at the casual accusation. "I wouldn't say that--"

"Definitely a simp," you repeated.

"Y-You may think whatever you like, but the fact is that my efforts eventually bore fruit!!" Crowley declared proudly, his chest puffed out. "They gazed at me and remarked that I was ' a strange one'!"

"That doesn't exactly sound like a compliment..."

"Perhaps not," he laughed lightly, "but it was that one comment that served as my foot in the door. Before long, we were chatting like old friends. They smiled--because of me. For me."

His voice warbled, wobbling with sentiment as the painted the scene. You could almost see it now: Crowley, tall, dark, handsome--but bumbling--courting a frigid noble. Breaking their barrier, melting that ice.

Like something out of a fairy tale, you think. A distant royal falling in love with their messenger bird.

"We laughed and talked all evening. We shared food and a dance. We never wanted the clock to strike midnight."

Crowley sighed wistfully, dragging a talon across his desk—as if marking another year apart from his beloved. "They truly were… the apple of my eye, my flower of evil."

"Did they return your feelings, headmaster?" you asked, leaning closer. Completely enraptured by his tale. “Whatever happened to them, anyway…?"

“Ah, now that,” Crowley tutted, wagging a finger, “is a story I shall keep to myself.”

“W-Wait," you protested, slapping a hand on the desk, "you’re really going to leave me off on a cliffhanger like this?! You were just getting to the juiciest part!"

“I believe I’ve already divulged far more than the average student needs to know of a teacher's love life," the headmaster replied. "You may use your imagination to fill in the rest of the gaps! It shouldn't be a challenge, seeing as you are quite familiar with my charm, fufufu."

"Does that mean you did get together after all? Were you actually married this whole time and we never knew? Do you have kids?!" you pressed. Each question became increasingly conspiratorial--but you were 100% serious, 100% committed to the bid.

"I'm afraid not, Prefect! You must make do with what you currently have."

"What I have isn’t enough," you groaned deeply. "Urgh, PLEASE answer me, headmaster...! I need to know, or I'll combust!"

#twisted wonderland #twst #Dire Crowley #twst interactions #twisted wonderland interactions #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #Reader #self insert #Two Ravens at the Writing Desk

[funnyscienceman]

listen listen listen listen. i am never going to get over singed & viktor. CAN YOU IMAGINE THE MENTAL ANGUISH. THE MESS OF EMOTIONS VIKTOR HAS TO DEAL WITH. he's so steadfast with his morals and ideals. hextech must not be weaponized. dangerous science is fine as long as the only person at risk of getting hurt is me. the moment it kills someone else he's fucking BROKEN by it and just throws in the gd towel. YET SINGED WAS THE ONE WHO TAUGHT HIM. like just. imagine, ok. imagine— take the premise that singed & viktor were actually pretty close. viktor was lonely as a kid, but he found company in rio. in singed. singed provides a space and opportunity for viktor to do his science stuff. "we can be loners together." here's someone he probably has a decent amount of affection and respect for, maybe even admires like a kid would a mentor/role model/parental figure. and he hurts rio. and viktor doesn't understand, he can't reconcile this. "we can be loners together," but also, "you did this?" viktor's got like a whole slew of emotions to deal with. What the fuck? How could you? I hate you. But also, "I told you, I was consulting a friend about our quandary."

"You built this? Why aren't you playing with the others?"

"We can be loners together."

Like just what are you supposed to do when someone who provided for you — who took care of you, who looked after you as a kid — hurts someone? Someone that you care about? What the FUCK are you supposed to when that person is willing to torture and kill for science — something that you are also passionate about, the very thing you both found commonality in, bonded over — and does it all without even a hint of remorse? What are you supposed to think?

Are you allowed to find comfort and safety in that person anymore? Can you still have good memories about them, and look back at them fondly? Can you be thankful for all the good that person's done for you?

What does it say about you, if they're the one who influenced you so much so early in your life, and here they are now?

Viktor gets Sky killed, and can you imagine what must've been running through his head? I'm no better than him. I'm turning out just like him. I am just like him. The apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

AND IT'S JUST.

AAGGHH!!!

#sorry this is so disjointed it's 11pm #singed arcane #arcane singed #viktor arcane #arcane viktor #THIS ISNT EVEN TO MENTION THE BATTLECAST SKINLINE BTW #LIKE GODDAMN #THESE CHARACTERS #riot would get so much money out of me if they made stuff for them fr #everyday i lose my mind over these two #it's such a great contrast to all the other parent-child/mentor-protege relationships in arcane too cus #vi's taking vander's lessons to heart #jinx doesnt give a shit about the bad stuff silco's done #the closest resemblence to singed & vik is mel & her mom but it's like #same text different font style yknow #singed is the background character you don't think twice about #ambessa's much more proactive #heimer & jayce have a similar dynamic too i think but im not gonna clog the tags #and i only have the braincells for singed & vik lmfao #arcane #god s2 pls dont fuck these characters up im praying im begging on my gd knees

[fluffy-alien]

do hazbin for the meme!

Kisses you on the forehead. Thank you. ❤️

Who's the most ticklish character:

I just want to say all of them!!! That's like picking a favourite!

My twisted little heart is thinking about Lucifer. Most powerful being in Hell, brought to his knees by a little fluttering? Who doesn't love that trope?!

I think he's one big ticklish spot; and Charlie definitely took after him in that regard. The apple doesn't fall far. ❤️

Who's the character that most people would assume is ticklish, but actually isn't:

They're all ticklish. Don't come here with that nonsense.

Who's the character that everyone gangs up on and tickles:

Sir Pentious! My little guy! This man can't catch a goddamn break. I think his friends(found family aw) gangs up on him quite frequently. He just makes it so easy. Actively turning all the way around to look away, whenever anyone tickles someone in the hotel. He can't stand the sight! It makes his whole body tingle! And if he looks, he looks hard. It makes everyone uncomfortable. You're unsettling, Pent!

His friends gang up on him if he stares too hard. Let him have his fill, even if he screams and claims he isn't at all ticklish! He hates it, in fact(no he doesn't).

Who's the character that somehow knows everyone else's tickle spots and reveals them to others:

I feel like Vox has gained that nugget of information by happenstance. He has camera's everywhere in Hell, and has everything filed away accordingly. I don't think he's a freak about it, but if he finds out that someone he has beef with is ticklish, he will either use it as blackmail or just straight up broadcast it, as if anyone else but him gives a shit. He's petty as hell. He shares the information with Velvette as well, so she can post about it on Sinstergram. You know she lives for public humiliation.

Who's the character with one specific tickle spot that only one other person knows about:

My first thought was Niffty being close enough to Alastor to know this. But while they're very sweet together, the honor goes to Rosie. Sweet Rosie is handsy as hell with Al, and you can't convince me that he hasn't had her hands in his hair. Gracing her long fingernails over his ears; hearing a stiffled snort as a reward. No one must know. Rosie is chatty and loves some hot gossip, but this one thing she has sworn to secrecy. She loves dear Al too much to embarrass him like that. But you know she has gone for the kill a couple of times; just to remind him who he's sassing at.

Who's the most likely to win gang tickle wars:

My heart says Angel, but my brain says Alastor. Angel because six arms isn't something to sneeze at. And he's way more likely to engage.

But Alastor has his tentacles... Yeah. He would wreck shop. He just doesn't play that game very often. But holy shit, is he smug about it when he does. Tickle king.

Which character has a kink for tickling:

Valentino. Hello. The man who wears all the hats. I think every character is plenty capable of having a tickle kink, but I'm putting my money on the moth. You want soft and sweet? You came to the wroooong place! He sucks. Doesn't believe in safe words. It's just tickling. Don't be dramatic.

Which character didn't even know they were ticklish until another character tickled them:

Sweet Husk. Oh, I love him. Not really into the whole... Physical affection thing(yeah, right). While I have a hard time believing that he went through life never getting tickled, maybe he isn't aware of his demon form still being ticklish. And it might've startled him when Angel(of course) graced his fingers over the pads in his hand. Angel didn't catch on then, be he for sure found out later and felt cheated out of so many lost opportunities to tickle his precious bartender! The absolute audacity to keep that secret!

Which two characters have tickle fights all the time:

It's a tie between Charlie and Vaggie / Angel and Cherri!

Charlie instigates tickle fights every goddamn night before bed and I can't be convinced otherwise. She'll get hyperactive when she gets ready for bed, and needs a few minutes of dumb fun before she can get some sleep. Vaggie would pretend she hated it, but has since accepted Charlie's routine and even instigates a fight, if she happens to get into her pajamas, before Charlie. Plus, it's nice to help Charlie relax after a stressful day of rehabilitation.

Angel and Cherri trusts each other with their lives(quite literally) and that also means that they trust each other with their most secret spots.

Angel is unmatched in tickle fights! Six arms comes to good use; but he doesn't always use all six, only because he wants to at least give Cherri a fighting chance to win. She rarely does, tho. Cherri is explosive in her personality and loves to start shit, even if she knows she'll lose. Angel has since pointed it out and teases her about wanting to get wrecked.

She started fighting back with more vigor after that. She isn't allowed to touch his feet tho. Fuck off.

#tickling #tickle #tickle community #tickling. #hazbin hotel tickling #headcanons #tickle headcanons

[localtheorycorner]

Names and their meanings - Blue Eye Samurai

Mizu- means water; this can represent that Mizu travels across the waters to find her biological father to kill him. Can also represent her flexibility within her identity. There is nothing solid. Mizu has lived her life as a man and a woman. She is both white and Japanese. Mizu draws the line between a swordmaster who appreciates the art of the sword and a person stricken with grief who will stop at nothing to achieve the vengeance they so crave. During the play, Mizu was both the ronin and the onryo. There is not one identity you can give to Mizu because she is as flexible and changing as water. After all, you can't keep water in your hands forever the same way you cannot tie down Mizu to one identity.

Akemi- translates to Bright Beauty. Akemi is mentioned to look nothing short like a princess even when her kimino was covered in dirt. The bright in bright beauty could also be taken as intelligence. Akemi throughout the series becomes knowledgeable, and well tempered. Fitting of a wise princess. You could also argue that bright could refer to her ambition to be great.

Taigen- means strong, fearless, and warrior. Taigen is regarded to be a strong samurai throughout the series, with Mizu even acknowledging his strength. He definitely fits into the warrior archetype. Always wanting to restore his honour, appreciating the art of the sword, physically strong, coming from a humble background, etc. Taigen is fearless to an alarming degree. Of course, he's brave but it can be deadly to the point of recklessness. For example, he was confident he could beat Abijah Fowler's gun with his sword. Not even considering the advance technology of guns.

Ringo- means apple. This one kinda stumped me, but I have an explanation that I hope makes sense. There's the saying, "The apple doesn't fall far from the tree." Usually referring to children being alike to their parents. In the beginning, we see that Ringo is helping out with his father's restaurant. Cooking noodles and serving customers. After seeing Mizu's showdown in the restaurant, he's inspired by her. Wanting to be her apprentice because Ringo wants to be a great samurai. In the season finale, Ringo is led to believe that Mizu has died. Master Eiji takes Ringo under his wing to learn the art of sword making. I believe his name refers to his willingness to always learn. Ringo learned from his father, Mizu then Master Eiji. (Taigen even teaches some stuff about fighting) I'm sure that him learning from all these people will lead up to something. Maybe Ringo will become a Jack of All Trades.

#blue eye samurai #mizu #mizu blue eye samurai #akemi #akemi blue eye samurai #taigen #mizu bes #ringo blue eye samurai #character analysis