#what a bunch of sweeties this fandom is

[idyllicidols]

Cheat Day.

Another request. I forgot if the person wanted to stay anonymous so I'll leave them out to be safe. Something different with it being third person, but it felt needed with the content.

TW: gangbang

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Wonyoung was always expected to be perfect. Her days were filled with endless rehearsals, rigorous diets, and sleepless nights. She yearned for a life of freedom, where she could make mistakes and be herself. Her long awaited day off was under commencement–and mistakes were definitely going to be made.

Three of her most dedicated fans, handpicked by the dollesque idol herself, received a private DM from an unknown account with a time and address. They were apprehensive about the message, but the never before seen photos piqued their curiosity.

The room was dimly lit, the only sound being the soft hum of the city outside. Wonyoung, clad in a silk robe, stood before them, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. She took mental notes on each one as they introduced themselves.

"Donghyun." She recognized him as a man who had been to nearly every concert and fan meet–his loud screams often heard over all the other fan chants. The messy haired boyish man looked like he just got off work. A disheveled suit with his tie loosely knit. Now that he was in such a private setting, he looked at her with an innocent admiration.

"Minsoo." The hottest of the bunch. His right arm covered in tattoos, his hair perfectly sculpted, but not greasy. He gazed upon her as if he already knew what she had planned. If the other two failed, she could depend on him for a good time.

"Junho." A recognized community member. Almost her whole fandom and group members knew of him. Her most dedicated fan. At every event, making sure to capture her in the perfect light. His fancams were the most popular, some even doing better than official recordings. A casual friendship had grown, and this was her way of showing her appreciation.

Her voice was steady and confident as she spoke, "Tonight, I'm not an idol. I'm not a performer. I'm yours, to do with as you please."

Junho and Donghyun exchanged astonished glances, their minds racing with the implications of her statement. They couldn't believe the woman they had idolized for so long would offer herself so freely. But Minsoo smirked expectedly.

Junho spoke up, "Wonyoung, we can't take advantage of you like this. You're an idol, and we're just fans."

Wonyoung's expression turned determined. "You can't deny me this. I've been living this life..always holding back, always being the perfect idol. Tonight, I want to be something else."

Donghyun joined in, "But you could ruin your reputation."

Wonyoung's voice hardened, "I don't care about my reputation. I want this. I want to be used, to be fucked."

She looked to Minsoo, her eyes pleading. She was right, she knew she could depend on him to get things rolling.

"If you're sure, Wonyoung, we can't deny you anything."

With a sultry smile, Wonyoung nodded, "I'm sure."

Minsoo undressed her slowly, untying the knot to her robe. She let it fall off her shoulders, the light from the window acted as a spotlight to her perfectly slender naked body. She was a tiny, delicate thing, but one with fire burning within her. The other two watched in awe as his hands roamed her body while his tongue explored her mouth.

He easily lifted her up and tossed her on the bed, his kisses trailed down from one pair of lips to her other. His hands were rough, their movements urgent and demanding.

"You cucks going to just watch or join in?" Minsoo aggressively berated the other two men into action.

Donghyun was the next to act, seizing this rare opportunity, kissing and touching wherever he pleased. Wonyoung moaned in pleasure as the two men grasped at her body. But she couldn't help but feel bad for Junho.

"Join us sweetie…" She called out to him. "... You can record this too if you like, just make sure you keep it to yourself…" flashing a sly smile.

That was all it took. Junho set up his camera, then joined in on the fun. He knew he would never get a chance like this again, and wasn't going to miss out.

Without another word, the three men moved in unison, Minsoo between her legs, Donghyun and Junho each taking one of her breasts in their hands and began to fondle them gently. Their thumbs brushed over her already sensitive nipples, sending shivers down her spine.

"Oh, god," she gasped, her head falling back as she felt a sudden rush of pleasure wash over her.

"Is that good, baby?" Junho asked, his voice filled with concern and desire.

She nodded, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. "Yes, it's so good."

As the men continued to pleasure her breasts, their hands moved in a rhythmic pattern that had her on the edge of ecstasy. Minsoo was gifted at his craft, his tongue danced against her wet folds.

"Oh, God," she cried out, her body trembling with pleasure.

His tongue moved in slow, deliberate circles, the pressure building with each pass. Wonyoung's breath caught in her throat as she felt the pleasure growing, spreading throughout her body until she was sure she couldn't take any more.

And then, suddenly, the pressure was gone, and she was left feeling empty and wanting.

"Please," she begged, her voice pleading. "I need more."

Minsoo smirked, knowing he had Wonyoung right where he wanted. He spread her legs wider, revealing her sensitive, throbbing clit to his waiting mouth.

"Oh, fuck," she gasped, her hands clawed at the sheets as pleasure washed over her once more.

Minsoo began to suck on her clit, his tongue moving in rhythmic, deliberate motions that had her body convulsing in pleasure. Then the final nail in the coffin, his middle and ring fingers dug into her wet quivering pussy. Squelching sounds echoed out with his fingertips constantly brushing her g-spot.

"You're gonna make me cum!" she screamed out, her voice strained and desperate.

Her body tensed; involuntarily trying to fight off the pressure that was overwhelming her system. But the other two held her down as they continued to explore her body. The pressure built in her stomach had nowhere else to go, a stream of sticky clear fluid shot out of her, her strongest orgasm in months taking over.

"Oh, god," she gasped, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own pleasure. "It feels so good."

An orgasm that intense should've left her helpless, but this was her only night of escape. Her animalistic desires insatiable, she rose from the sheets, her thin body covered in sweat.

"I'm gonna ride your fucking cock."

Wonyoung demanded as she pushed Junho on his back. He watched as the idol he's fantasized about so many times slowly lowered her mess of pussy onto his cock. It was better than he could ever dream, so tight and so warm, he never could have imagined how good she felt.

"You're so tight." Junho cried out.

He had to pinch himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming. But it got even better, she planted her feet and started bouncing up and down. Her sopping wet pussy glided easily-massaging his shaft with her moist caverns. She screamed in ecstasy, the first real cock inside of her in months felt better than any toy–it was a living thing, with its heat radiating inside of her.

It was hard to know who was having a better time - Wonyoung finally letting loose or Junho feeling the tight walls of his dream girl squeezing his cock. She was lost in ecstasy, the feelings of hands on her body almost forgettable.

Minsoo was there to give her a stark reminder. Wonyoung gasped when a strong force pushed her forward, making her turn around in surprise. Then she felt something hard pressed against her asshole, the tight ring on her virgin hole clenched in resistance.

"What are you – AH!" Wonyoung cried out before she could finish her question. A predictable result. There were three men and she had an accompanying hole for each. But what she didn't expect was for it to happen right off the bat. No preparation; no fingers or toys - just Minsoo's hard, massive cock breaking past her defenses in one fell swoop. Drool started leaking from her mouth, the intense feeling of getting fucked from both ends beyond her wildest dreams. Cries of pain filled the room, Wonyoung stretched out further than she ever thought possible. You would think she begged for them to stop, that the pain was too much to bear...

"Fuck me harder!" She screamed out, the pain of being fully engulfed by cock reminding her that she was alive–washing away months of the stressful idol life.

It was a sight to behold, Minsoo aggressively fucked the blabbering idol. His hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as he drove into her with relentless force. It was a stark contrast to Junho, feebly thrusting upwards trying to keep pace. Wonyoung moaned, her head flailing as she felt her insides being stretched and filled. But soon they got in sync, fucking and stretching out Wonyoung's body at perfect intervals.

"Is this what you want, you filthy whore?" Minsoo growled in her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine.

"Yes," she gasped, "Fuck me."

"Hey Donghyun, why don't you keep her quiet before the neighbors complain."

Donghyun was like a perfect little pet, listening to everything anyone told him. As he stood up and pressed his cock against her lips there was no hesitation. Wonyoung opened up her lips and sucked like it was a popsicle. Now she was truly filled, a cock in each orifice, her body being used for greedy desires. It was only right, she worked so hard to stay fit, it would be a shame to keep it hidden away and locked up.

Donghyun was perfectly content standing there while she sucked and licked. Wonyoung however was not, grabbing the back of his thighs and taking him deep in her throat–a jolt of pleasure blasting through him every time she let a muffled moan vibrate against his cock. Actions spoke louder than words, her desires clearly obvious. His hands tangled in her long hair, thrusting his hips, fucking her face with the intensity she craved.

As the men continued their relentless onslaught, Wonyoung felt her body being torn apart, her mind filled with pleasure and pain. She could feel the cocks pounding into her, stretching her, filling her completely. Her moans and cries filled the room, echoing off the walls as the men continued to use her.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum!"

Wonyoung was in no place to protest, a cock in her throat keeping her from replying. Nor did she want to, wanting nothing more than the feeling of hot cum filling her up.

"That's it," Minsoo grunted, "Take it all."

Minsoo was the first to concede–a thick stream of hot cum painting her insides. He slid out from behind her, her gaping ass leaking down to the sheets. He grabbed Donghyun, pulling him away. Wounyoung heaved in relief, finally able to breathe without a cock pounding her throat.

"Clean up my mess." Minsoo demanded. Wounyoung's relief was short-lived–opening up her mouth, happily sucking the cock that just took her anal virginity. Donghyun stared at her asshole with intrigue, kneeling down behind her. She smiled in response, feeling him pressed against her puckered hole. While her mouth was amazing, Donghyun longed to fuck something much tighter, and there was nothing tighter than Wounyoung's ass.

Junho had surprising stamina, his fingers biting into her sensitive flesh as he pinched and twisted her nipples. Wonyoung writhed above him, her body on fire with pain and pleasure. She could feel her own orgasm building, the pressure in her pussy and ass growing unbearable.

"I'm going to cum," she gasped, "Oh, God, I'm going to...ahhh!"

Her body trembled as the orgasm ripped through her, her muscles contracting as she was filled to the brim. That set off a chain sequence–her contracting body milking every shaft inside of her. Luckily for her, all the fans were just as insatiable as she was–knowing this was a once in a lifetime opportunity.

She was tossed around like a ragdoll, her tiny body fucked in every position possible, her tight holes nothing but a dumping ground for cum. They were like a well oiled machine, switching positions and holes, making sure that she always experienced something new. The only time one of her holes wasn't being fucked was when they needed to recover. Donghyun and Junho grew bolder as the night went on, fucking her with a ferocity that almost matched Minsoo.

The men continued their assault, their grunts and groans filling the air as they emptied themselves into her. Wonyoung's cries echoed in the room, a plethora of hands and tongues covering every inch of skin–three cocks stuffed in her holes, giving her everything she could ever ask for. She was reduced to nothing more than a living, breathing, screaming orgasm.

The sun was starting to rise, and the men pulled out, their spent cocks dripping with cum. They stepped back, leaving Wonyoung sprawled on the bed, her body covered in sweat, her mouth, pussy, and asshole leaking with cum.

Donghyun was the first to leave, he had to return to work within the hour. Junho turned sheepishly shy, embarrassed at how he lost control fucking his bias, collecting his camera. She smiled at him knowing he would forever cherish that footage. Donghyun and Junho bowed when they left. Forever grateful for this experience their faces flushed with pleasure, their hearts filled with gratitude. They had experienced something that most could only dream of.

Minsoo stuck behind, his fingers buried inside Wonyoung until she forced him to leave. She thanked him for starting things right, pulling him in for one final kiss before he left.

Wonyoung laid there, panting and trembling, her body sore and aching. Forget dance practice, she would be lucky if she was even able to walk. But as she stared up at the ceiling, she couldn't help but smile - she had found a release she had been longing for, a release that would fuel her performances, her passion, and her life. She couldn't wait for her next day off.

#wonyoung smut #ive smut #kpop smut

[saffyspirals]

EYYY!! I recently found you in this app and I just gonna say your content is pretty great! Is it okay if I put on a request? Like what would the blue lock characters call their S/o? ;) any characters is fine to me but I hope Nagi and Kurona will be included hehe- Good work btw!

❥ fandom: blue lock

❥ includes: nagi, kaiser, bachira, chigiri, kunigami, shidou, kurona, hiori & reo

❥ notes: hi!! i really loved writing this request, so thanks for sending it in! i thought really hard about what kurona would call his s/o (literally took days), and fell in love w/ his character in the process :)

❥ warning(s): hmm…kurona might be ooc IDK but i like this kurona!

you are nagi’s little angel. he low-key started calling you that as a joke (he used to find couple nicknames a little cringe), but eventually, he grows to love your reactions to the name. you smile at him, a lot, and it gets him out of trouble 90% of the time. “come back to bed, angel… ‘m asking nicely, aren’t i?”

kaiser switches it up like no man’s business. he’d been calling you by different pet names since before you got together so, you’re pretty used to it. i’d say he rotates between babe/baby, love and princess. honey bunches and names of a similar strange nature are saved for when he feels like teasing you. mein kaiserin (my empress in his native tongue) is only used on special, romantic occasions. like, when he tells you he loves you for the first time. or when he’s trying to get his family to understand just how serious he is about you. <3

bachira switches between love and sugar. sugar-plum when he wants to embarrass you. bachira is definitely one to tell you that he loves you quite a lot, he just doesn’t want you to forget, i suppose! giving you ‘love’ as a nickname is a way of reminding you of the fact rather than declaring how he feels 24/7. sugar is just another name he likes. it sounds good coming from him, and you usually get a kiss after he uses it, which is of course a bonus. “eh? you’re asking me how i think you look today? you look perfect, sugar! always do.”

chigiri refers to you as his darling. the nickname is beautiful, and elegant, just like he is. it’s easy to get flustered, having him call you that. chigiri likes the fact that he’s able to bring about such an adorable reaction.

kunigami doesn’t call you by this nickname often. actually, he uses your first name most of the time, mostly out of habit (i’m thinking friends-since-forever turned lovers), partly because he feels a little embarrassed giving you a nickname and using it in front of others. BUT ANYWAY, kunigami refers to you as pretty. he’d first called you it by accident, but since you seemed elated by it, decided he’d continue to use it on occasion. “tell me what’s going on in that head of yours, pretty.”

SHIDOU CALLS YOU SWEET GIRL. (🫠🫶) + similar variations like, sweetie or sweetheart, or sweet cheeks. snookums is reserved for when he’s about to tell you he’s done something that will probably annoy you. reason for the nickname? well, you’re sweet! you’ve got a good heart, and won’t swing for people if they say/do anything you don’t like. “are you gonna kiss me goodbye, sweet cheeks? or am i gonna have to chase ya?”

kurona primarily calls you pudding. his reason for it? “i like pudding, and i like you.” i feel like he’s kind of a private person, and only opens up when he feels totally comfortable with someone so, it’s only used when it’s just the two of you around. HOWEVER. private as he is, i think kurona’s got this other side to him. he likes to tease you, just a little. say for example, you’re giving him the silent treatment. he’ll still try and talk to you, but will eventually get tired of not getting any attention. and then, “hey, y/n? can you pass me some napkins?” “…” “…ah, right. you love being called pookie bear, don’t you. POOKIE BEAR, WILL YOU PASS ME SOME NAPKINS?” he’ll pull this kind of stunt in front of your mutual friends when you’re having breakfast together (or something of a similar scenario!). it’s embarrassing, but it gets you to talk at least. he likes having you address him, even if it’s to tell him to, “stop embarrassing me, idiot!”

hiori calls you pumpkin. a little on the cheesy side, but i think it suits him! he isn't embarrassed about referring to you by the name in public either. it shows anyone who might be questioning your relationship that you're definitely together. if it embarrasses you, he'll do his best to tone it down. no promises that he'll never say it though, hiori simply can't help it!

reo rotates between a lot of sweet sounding nicknames. precious, my love, honey. i don't think he does this on purpose, but reo loves using 'my' before a lot of nicknames too. it's just an unconscious reminder that you're all his, and honestly, he's all yours. reo would be all in for any relationship he pursues, and nicknames come with the territory. bonus: he'd be absolutely over the moon if you gave him a cute nickname too. sure, he'd be a little embarrassed if his friends teased him about it, but his heart would swell with pride. being known as the 'sickening, lovey-dovey' couple isn't a bad thing, you know!! "My love, remind me what you wanted me to get you at the store later?"

#blue lock x reader #blue lock imagines #bllk imagines #bllk x reader #bllk fluff #bllk x you #blue lock #blue lock x you #nagi x reader #kaiser x reader #bachira x reader #kunigami x reader #chigiri x reader #shidou x reader #kurona x reader #michael kaiser x reader #meguru bachira x reader #nagi seishiro x reader #hiori x reader #mikage reo x reader #reo x reader #saffy x blue lock

[morganbritton132]

obsessed w this new saga with David and the other teachers.... perhaps them either coming over again for a small party - "it's mostly family!!" Hence being even more confused when even MORE famous people show up (THAT'S brony Erica???)

I’m picturing the same cookout from this post.

There are three new eighth grade teachers this year. Including David, there is Marissa and Jordan. Then there is Kathy, who has been at the school for two years. They are all trying to figure out what is going on with Steve Harrington.

The man is a complete mystery.

He’s a walking contradiction in a math pun sweatshirt and he is often the topic of conversation when the four of them are alone in the breakroom. Jordan describes him as ‘onion-like’ because he has many layers and Marissa always replies with, ‘yeah, a fucked up alien onion where each new layer is weirder than the last.’

It’s a bit cruel but also, they found an article about Starcourt Mall.

Who is just in a fire? Who saves a bunch of children from a structure fire that collapsed on top of them and doesn’t make it their whole personality for the rest of forever? Who just never mentions it ever?

Steve Harrington, apparently.

After David (and Kathy) left Steve’s house more confused about the mild-mannered math teacher than ever, he went home and googled ‘Eddie Harrington.’ All he found was a link to a Facebook page for some dentist.

So, like, who the hell is he even married to, right? The guy has a Grammy but not a Wikipedia page? What’s up with that?

All David knows is that when Anita (the teacher that’s probably closest to Steve) invites everybody over for a cookout and says that your partners are more than welcomed, he’s going. When Steve asks if it’d be okay if Erica stopped by on her way to the airport and Anita said yes, he’s definitely going.

He is not going to miss the opportunity to see the kid that gave her dad psychic damage by introducing him to the fucked up parts of the My Little Pony fandom. No way.

Kathy informs everybody that she will NOT be bringing her husband, but she will bring booze.

David arrives too early and ends up helping in the kitchen. He’s slicing up tomatoes with the world’s dullest knife when Steve gets there. He can’t see the front door, but he can hear Anita ask, “Oh, where’s your service doggie?”

“It’s his day off,” He hears Steve joke, “Brought the human instead.”

And then David hears the man of mystery’s man of mystery himself because Eddie says with 100% impulsive thinking and 0% brain-to-mouth filter, “Yeah, he brought his service top instead.”

David just knows that Steve is giving Eddie the same dead-eyed look of unbelievable that is reserved for students that mix their chocolate milk with peas and dare each other to drink it in the silence that follows. Anita, bless her heart, replies as happy and clueless as can be, “Oh, that’s cute. Because you provide a top-notch service.”

“Never had any compl- ow!”

The first time David gets a good look at them, Eddie’s pressed up against Steve’s back, looking over his shoulder at the pictures of Anita’s grandkids she has on her phone. One of his hands is wrapped loosely around his waist and Steve is holding the other one, fiddling with the rings on it. They look so casual, like they’re always standing that close together.

David watches as Anita points in the direction of the drinks cooler and Eddie slips away with a kiss to the side of Steve’s neck and then another to his cheek. They hold hands until they absolutely have to let go. It’s cute. Marissa, next to him, scoffs and says, “Gag me with a spoon, they’re fucking adorable.”

Eddie returns to Steve with two beers and a Smirnoff Ice for Anita, gets another kiss and clearly calls Steve ‘sweetie’ when he clinks their bottles together. Steve throws his arm across Eddie’s shoulders and Eddie tucks his hand into Steve’s back pocket like it’s the most casual thing in the world.

David loses track of Steve and Eddie for a while, catching them in his peripheral as he mingles with everybody. He seems them steal a kiss. He sees them laughing at something Kathy says. He sees them holding hands as Eddie looks utterly lost during a discussion of the baseball season.

At one point, he sees Eddie stand up on the bench of the picnic table and get yanked down by Steve. They’re both laughing and Steve gives him a kiss that is not exactly chaste.

Cindy rolls her eyes at them and says that they’re always like that.

Him and Jordan are playing cornhole against Steve and Eddie. He’s almost positive that Eddie is not as bad at the game as he’s pretending to be, but just likes when ‘Stevie baby’ guides him through how to throw the beanbags. If it wasn’t for Steve excusing himself than he probably wouldn’t have noticed the big SUV parked in the driveway.

His first thought when he sees Erica is ‘oh, she must be adopted’ followed immediately by ‘wait, duh’ and then by ‘hey, wait a minute.’

Steve gets stopped by her bodyguard before he can hug her with a big threatening hand on his shoulder. David’s still trying to figure out why she looks so familiar when Erica says to the bodyguard, “Uh, excuse you. Do not touch him. He was my first bodyguard, have some respect.”

Steve scoffs, “I was your babysitter.”

“I’m sorry,” Erica says, full of sass. Eddie is a couple steps back, grinning ear to ear. He loves when Erica and Steve get into it. “Did you bleed for me? Did you fight for me? Did you, Steve Harrington, get tortured so I made it out safe? I think so. Bodyguard.”

Eddie finally greets her with a bow, “Lady Applejack.”

Erica gives him a flat look and tells her bodyguard, “You can tase that one.”

David is still reeling from the words ‘babysitter’ and ‘torture’ that he probably would’ve missed Marissa in his ear if she wasn’t so goddamn loud, ���Holy shit, that’s a fucking US Senator.”

Jordan is quieter when she mutters, “Language.”

Later in the evening when the sun is starting to set and they should all really go home and prep their lesson plans for next week, Anita’s husband lights a bonfire. David is sitting across from the fire from Steve and Eddie and he so tempted to ask what Eddie does for a living when Steve whispers something to him and then stands up quickly.

He can’t even ask what that was about because Eddie gets up and follows him, almost matching Steve’s quick steps into the house. They’re gone for a while, long enough that David gets up to check on Steve. He looked pretty pale when he rushed out of here.

He’s halfway up the stairs when he hears them, and he stops. Steve sounds tired but reassuring as he repeats, “I’m fine. I’m okay. I’m fine now.”

He hears Eddie respond with, “I know, baby. I know, but rest with me for a minute, kay?”

When he pokes his head around the turn in the staircase, he can see the bottom of Steve’s Nikes hanging over the top landing. He can also see the bottom of Eddie’s boots where he’s crouched over Steve. His first reaction is to think he stumbled on them in a compromising position, but he can’t bring himself to move just yet.

“You just had a seizure, take your time getting your bearings, sweetheart. Do you wanna go home?” Eddie asks in a cacophony of jingling metal rings and chains. Steve makes a noise that Eddie interprets, “Okay, do you want me to give you space?”

“No, come –“ The sound of metal clinking together doesn’t get louder, just more and when David pokes his head around the corner again, Eddie is straddled across Steve’s lap. Steve’s hands are on his hips and then higher, pushing up Eddie’s shirt clumsily just feeling him. “Feel floaty.”

“I’ll keep you grounded, baby.”

David knows he should leave, or at least looks away, but he stuck frozen to the floor at the sight of the scar tissue running up Eddie’s sides and back. They’re deep and jagged, and old. It looks like he was torn open and sewed back shut, and it takes David a long time to get his feet to go back down the stairs.

He goes back out to the fire a little dazed and later, it’s only Eddie that returns. He whispers something to Anita and then disappears into the night.

When Cindy makes a comment about Steve leaving without a proper goodbye, David tells her to shut up.

#I made one post about David wondering why Eddie Munson is and followed it up with a post where Eddie introduces himself as a Harrington #I think it’s infinitely funnier if David is trying to find info about this man but has the wrong name #Steve has his one-sided beef with Diane. Cindy has hers with Steve #This one is long and it sorta/kinda answers the prompt this time #This was a great prompt. I really enjoyed writing this #eddie munson tiktok saga #steve harrington #eddie munson

[angryschnauzer]

As Sweet As Honey - Chapter 1

Summary: Finding a new life in a new town, you stumble upon a Honey farmer at the town market. You both have pasts that have shaped the way you now live your lives, but can you find a way of putting them behind you to find happiness?

Pairing: ‘Lucas’ Syverson x Female Reader

Fandom: Henry Cavill, Sandcastle (Movie).

Ongoing Genre: Fluff, Angst, and Smut

Warnings: None for this chapter

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A Sweet As Honey

Walking slowly through the farmers market you inhaled deeply, the crisp morning air filled with heady scents. From the stall selling baked goods to the one from the fruit farm piled high with berries, you were tempted to buy one of everything. Crafters showed off their wares, hand knitted scarves and carefully crafted leather purses, the array of skills on offer was mind blowing. 

Strolling along you turned the corner and saw the bright sign for a honey stand, the retro font proudly proclaiming its name as ‘Akia Honey Farm’. Before you could go any further a familiar face popped into view;

“Hi there Sweetie!”

“Oh hi Mrs Roberts”

The friendly old woman volunteered at the local library, guiding people to the sections they needed, helped at the front desk and was pretty much known as the person that could point you in the right direction of whatever you wanted;

“I had someone asking if i knew of anyone that sold lavender, i didn’t give them your details but took theirs, i know you mentioned that the bushes in your yard are in full bloom”

Taking the piece of paper from her you glanced at it, a single name and number;

“Thanks, i’ll give this Lucas guy a call… the bushes are covered in bees at the moment so they’ll have to wait until they’ve finished feeding”

“I’m sure it’ll be ok, you take care now sweetie!”

Watching the older woman as she walked away she started to chat to other people, you got distracted by a flower stall, being drawn to the bright blooms tied into bunches.

Having made your purchase after much deliberation you recalled your initial intention and approached the honey stand, your attention focused on the produce, so when a soft deep voice greeted you, it made you jump a little;

“Good Morning! Looking for something sweet?”

“OH! Hi!”

The face behind the voice had you mesmerised, the man was tall - at least 6ft - and dressed in soft flannel, blue eyes that sparkled with a hint of mischief and a strong jawline covered in a soft beard. A warm smile spread across his face;

“How are you doing today?”

“Good, great! It's a beautiful morning”

He looked around and smiled again;

“It is indeed, this weather will bring the blossoms out, the bees will love that…”

You were so entranced by the handsome man in front of you, that you’d practically forgotten what you were there for, your brain finally catching up with your heart as you looked down at the produce;

“What would you recommend?”

“Depends what you’re using it for… are you adding it to cereal, or baking?”

“I like to add it to herbal tea, i have herbs in my garden and make my own blends”

He smiled at this and reached over the produce to lift a jar of clear yellow honey;

“You’ll find this the best option then, it’s got a subtle taste and aroma that isn’t overpowering, would you like to try a sample?”

Nodding you watched as he pulled a honey stirrer from an open jar, before nodding to a basket of freshly cut bread to which you picked a piece, holding it out as he drizzled the liquid gold over the soft dough, a small drip landing on your finger. Swapping hands you licked it off your skin before trying it on the bread, the soft flavours hitting your taste buds and making you let out a quiet moan;

“Oh this is so good! I could just lick it off skin , it's so good!…”

The man actually blushed a little at your words and you didn’t know what to say, instead just stuffing the rest of the bread into your mouth and you nodded, muttering like a hamster with its cheeks stuffed that you’d take a jar of it. Noticing that he had other products you moved your attention to those, taking in the beeswax candles before you spotted some waxy fabric squares;

“What are these if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Beeswax Wraps, they’re reusable food wraps, rather than using single use plastic”

“How do they work? They seem really stiff” you frowned at the one in your hand

“Let me show you” he lifted the wrap from your grasp and set an empty bowl on the table in front of you, holding the wrap over it he slowly smoothed it down until it wrapped around the bowl.

“Oh i see! Can i try?”

He passed you another wrap and you tried to mimic his actions, but the fabric wouldn’t behave;

“Why won’t it work?” you muttered to yourself, however you were surprised when he laid his hands over the top of yours;

“You just need to hold it a little longer, let the heat from your palms soften the wax”

You were transfixed by the sheer size of his hands as they covered your own, warm and a little rough from working manual labour, you could have stayed like that all day. When he finally pulled away you had to stop yourself whining at the loss of his touch, but when you looked down your wrap was securely holding around the bowl;

“Oh, it worked!” you picked two fabrics you liked the designs of and handed them over; “Can i take these two as well?”

“Of course, that's great, thank you”

He packed your purchases into a small paper bag with bees printed on it, handing it over as you paid him and he handed you the change;

“Thank you, and if you get a chance please leave a review online or tag us on social media, that’d be great”

You glanced into the bag and saw he’d put a business card in, nodding you smiled at him;

“Absolutely! One last thing, where did you get that bread? Was it at this market?It's amazing!”

The man smiled, the blush returning to his cheeks;

“Actually i baked it myself”

“Oh… Ok, thanks anyway”

As other customers appeared you took your leave, wishing you hadn’t felt quite as awkward around such a handsome guy.

Your walk home was a pleasant one after spending another couple of hours at the market, you lived on the outskirts of town but as the area was known for its hiking trails there was sidewalk well past the town line meaning you didn’t have to walk on the verge of the road. As you strolled along you absentmindedly scrolled through your phone, remembering to pull up the instagram page for the honey seller, and what you saw stopped you in your tracks;

“Good god…” you muttered as you scrolled through his feed. You weren’t sure if it was deliberate, but almost every other post could be considered a thirst trap; from the reel of him using the hand cranked honey spinning centrifuge and the tight white tank top he wore showing off his impressive arms and torso that seemed to be patterned with the occasional scar, to the close up shots of his hands, whether he was gently letting the bees climb over his palms, to the one where he dipped his finger in a jar of honey and sucked it off, his plump lips wrapping around the digit as he held eye contact with the camera.

When you finally looked up from your phone you realised you’d walked past your house, letting out a small laugh you turned and backtracked the hundred feet or so before you finally stepped into your yard, letting the small white gate shut behind you. For a moment you took in the beautiful flowers and herbs you’d so carefully tended, until your attention moved to the long line of Lavender bushes that ran along the back perimeter of your property. They were teaming with bees feasting on the rich nectar, the hum from the insects, a low background noise that added to the calls of the wild birds and the occasional cry of a deer as it strayed from the woodland.

Once you were settled and had packed away your purchases, your flowers happily in water in an old mason jar in the kitchen window you found the slip of paper Mrs Roberts had given you. Glancing at the purple haze the Lavender gave off you dialled the number and listened to it ring, hearing the automated voicemail before you left a message;

“Hi this is a message for Lucas, Mrs Roberts at the library passed me your number that you were looking for Lavender blooms. I have quite a lot in my yard but they are covered in bees at the moment…” you continued the message, leaving your address and suggesting that he come look to see if it's what he was needing before you committed to anything. Hanging up you set your phone aside before making yourself a tea and grabbing the novel you were halfway through, heading out to the wicker chair you had on your little porch at the side of the house, ready to settle in for a while in the sunshine.

-

Sy finished packing the last of the equipment away, smiling to himself as he saw the number of boxes of product he was loading into the back of his truck were considerably lighter than they had been that morning. With the takings safely locked away in the glove compartment of his truck he sought out the market organiser and paid for the pitch, before calling out for his German Shepherd that had spent most of the day happily snoozing under the table unbeknown to his customers;

“Akia, c’mon Girl!”

As the dog made the rounds of the last few traders that were still packing away in the late afternoon sunshine, Sy checked his phone. Dismissing the social media notifications he saw that he had a voicemail, listening to it as he opened the passenger side door and Akia jumped into the cab;

“Okay, we’ve got a stop to make on the way home, just round the corner from the hives though”

As he pulled up at the small wooden cottage, Sy spotted how it was nicely painted and the gardens tended to perfectly, but if you looked a little closer there were things that needed to be done; shingles loose on the roof, the driveway needed to be re-gravelled, the gutter pipe was loose from the down spout, meaning the rainwater would run down the end of the porch.

“Wait here girl”

The dog didn’t respond, she was back to snoozing again on the wide seats of the truck, Sy gently shut the door so as not to wake his furry best friend. Opening the small wooden gate he noticed that the hinges were worn and that the latch could do with being oiled, but let it quietly close behind him. As he turned the corner of the house two things immediately came into view; the masses of Lavender bushes that filled the senses, and the owner of the cottage quietly sleeping in a chair on the porch, her book hanging from her hand where she’d nodded off mid chapter. 

It took him a moment to recognise you, but as the realisation set in he felt a warmth through his body. Curled in your chair with your feet tucked under your legs, your dress had ridden up and he could see the soft curve of your thighs. Without your jacket he could see how your dress clung to your body, accentuating your breasts. Your mouth sat slightly open, your lips plump, and he could imagine himself running his thumb over your bottom lip as he uttered soft praises. 

Realising he was now not only staring, but also standing in a strangers garden as she slept, he shook himself;

“C’mon Sy, you’ve seen the Lavender, time to get going”

Quietly leaving the garden he made a mental note to message you back, before driving the short distance home, as it turned out he lived in the plot next door… it just happened that his fields backed onto your property.

-

Sunday morning rolled around and you were woken by your phone chiming with a text message, reading it through bleary eyes and you saw that it was the guy that wanted some Lavender, suggesting he come over late morning. Typing out a short reply that you were fine with that, you switched to Instagram and sleepily watched the stories, before one came up for Akia Honey;

“Oh what’s he been up to now?”

Tapping through the tags and shares from the previous day's market, you came to a reel he’d posted just a couple of hours earlier, captions showing he was going to be making honey bread. With clips of him mixing the ingredients by hand, before it cut to him kneading the dough wearing what looked like just an apron and jeans. Well, that and a light dusting of flour your fingers just wanted to dust off and feel the heat of his skin beneath. Shaping a loaf it was then captioned ‘time to shape the buns’ and your eyebrows shot up they almost hit your hairline;

“He can shape my buns any time he likes…” you muttered, your vision transfixed as his massive hands shaped the globes of dough, before he placed them onto the baking tray. The reel ended with a shot of the finished loaves, a steaming mug of coffee sat next to them as the morning sunlight streamed in through the window; “Well, I don't know if I now need sex, carbs, or coffee… thank you very much!” you muttered sarcastically, before you finally threw the covers off and headed for the shower.

You were mid way through your 2nd cup of coffee when you heard footsteps on your porch, and a quiet voice saying ‘no, sit, stay’. Peering out of the window you saw Mr Akia Honey outside, to which he saw you and waved.

Stepping out of the side door you smiled;

“Um, Hi…”

“Morning, you called me about the lavender yesterday? Sorry it took so long to come back to you, the market was really busy”

“You’re Lucas?!”

“Lucas Syverson, but just Sy is fine” the man smiled at you and held his hand out to shake, which you cautiously took, hoping as you shook hands you weren’t shaking too much from nerves. At that moment you heard a quiet woof from behind him, and much to your disappointment he withdrew his hand as he stepped aside; “And this is Akia, my trusty bee-hound”

“Bee-hound? That’s a breed? She looks a lot like a German Shepherd to me”

Laughing Sy shook his head;

“No, she’s actually a rescue that I brought back from overseas but i’ve trained her to scent out wild honey, plus her colouring means that ‘Bee-hound’ fits well”

The dog came up to you slowly and sniffed your hand, before she sat in front of you expectantly;

“If you’re comfortable with dogs, she’s waiting for a head pat…”

“Oh! Of course!” stroking the top of Akia’s head she started to wag her tail, before sneezing once and getting up again; “I guess that’s her way of saying that’s enough?”

Laughing, Sy smiled at you;

“That’s about right. So, the Lavender? I swung by yesterday after i’d finished at the market but you were…”

Your heart dropped into your stomach at what he was about to say;

“Oh god, was that when I was asleep on the chair? I’m so sorry about that”

Again with his soft laugh breaking the tension; “It’s fine, it’s your home, it was a long day, it's the weekend. You can do whatever you want, its me that should be apologising for just turning up without calling first”

You both paused for a moment before you nodded to the purple pushes that ran alongside your property boundary line;

“Anyway, how much Lavender did you need? You can take as much as you like”

The pair of you stepped off the porch and onto the soft grass, Akia taking the chance to explore your yard as she sniffed out behind trees and shrubs. Standing a few feet from the purple haze you watched as Sy slowly extended his hand to the sea of blooms.

“Watch out for… bees…”

Smiling at you he turned back to the insect covered flowers;

“Its fine, they’re my bees anyway” you watched as he let the little striped creatures crawl across his hand before buzzing off elsewhere; “I hadn’t realised that your property backs onto mine”

“It does?”

“This is my field” he nodded to the meadow that surrounded your property; “My cabin is just behind those pines” he nodded into the meadow to which you looked into the distance, just able to see the red tin roof of his home; “You see those little blue spots in the distance? They’re the hives”

He turned back to the Lavender and let out a small sigh;

“I’ve never seen blooms quite this vivid. Would you be offended if I made you an offer?”

You couldn’t help it but an eyebrow shot up your forehead, to which Sy turned almost beet red;

“No, no… not that kind of offer… i mean, i’d like to take all of it, the Lavender that is… oh god…” he laughed and raked his hand down his face before taking a deep breath and putting his hands on his hips; 

“This crop of Lavender is amazing. I've been looking to add Lavender to a number of products, but it’s so expensive. I was wondering if we could work out a bartering exchange or something? I noticed you have a few shingles loose on the front of your property that I could fix for you, and I can supply you with as much honey as you could ever wish for…”

Standing there you pretended to mull over his offer, knowing full well you would happily accept whatever terms he wanted;

“Throw in a loaf of that amazing bread and you have yourself a deal”

Grinning, he took your hand and shook it;

“Deal”

Ten minutes later you were watching Sy and Akia walk back to their cabin through the meadow, he’d promised to swing by later that afternoon to harvest some of the lavender and bring his tools to fix the shingles on the front of the house. Now you just need to keep yourself busy until then.

Chapter 2 >>>

#syverson x reader #captain syverson #syverson fanfiction #henry cavill

[animentality]

You ever think about how the fandom will go nuts trying to explain how Astarion is ~basically~ an elven child and how he’s absolved of all guilt for everything he’s done by the abuse he endured and yet… on the other hand we also have Gortash, who very literally was a child when sold to the hells and put through who knows what manner of abuse, saw who knows what messed up shit, who has had chances to do better, yes, but has also had to fight to survive and be more than just a beggar on the streets once he escaped. And he’s the totally evil and irredeemable one according to most fans. I’m not trying to woobify him btw, it’s just always interesting how every other character gets defended on the basis of “but cult conditioning/abuse/etc” but Gortash is uniquely the worst man alive. Which he is, but also. Cmon. Astarion has a long list of innocent victims and is a razors edge away from becoming the next cazador in any given play through and yet he’s a perfect uwu angel apparently. This isn’t about saying Gortash isn’t evil, this is about saying he’s not drastically more evil than a lot of other nuanced characters in this game who get defended by the fandom masses.

ANON if I could kiss you, I would commit tax evasion with you.

THIS.

Like I know Gortash is awful, but so is fucking everyone.

Shadowheart can become a Dark Justiciar and do awful things for Shar. Lae'zel and the githyanki are a bunch of pricks who kill their own kids for showing weakness and kill innocent people all the goddamn time. Minthara obviously slaughters a bunch of innocent refugees, if you allow her to, and as a drow, probably committed a cavalcade of evil actions.

Gale's blind ambition could've nuked a fucking town. He might not have intended to become a living bomb, but he did, and by running around Faerun, he WAS putting literally everyone within like five miles of him in mortal danger. Wyll would've killed Karlach if you weren't there, and he expresses this horror, because he has definitely killed innocents for Mizora before.

Astarion would've gladly become Cazador 2.0, if you didn't stop him. He might've started out ok, but he would descend into that same evil, using you until there was nothing left of you, and treating others the way he was treated, because he sees himself as a god now.

Even fucking Karlach...who is a sweetie, and god I love her...well fuck, didn't Gortash accuse her of knowing just how shady his shit was? She was a desperate kid, yes, and he definitely took advantage of her, but he explicitly calls her out for working for him, even though she knew he was shady (if not a Banite). Plus she was his bodyguard for years. As if your bodyguard wouldn't know you were being a peace of shit?

The WHOLE POINT of Baldur's Gate 3 is that you and your companions are defined by your choices.

The option EXISTS to SAVE THESE PEOPLE.

THERE IS NO OPTION TO SAVE GORTASH.

The game gives you the option of seeing him die one way or the other way.

I'm just SAYING it's not totally fair to act as if Gortash is truly irredeemable, when out of all the villains, he at least had an idea of a better world, even if it was still self serving and frankly awful.

He was slightly better than the Dark Urge, and they GET the choice of redeeming themselves.

He never does. And maybe he wouldn't have taken it, but that's really not the point.

You hit the nail on the head, bud.

Gortash is evil, no doubt, this is true, he is not just a victim of circumstances, he made every wrong decision he could've made...

But the fandom has no problem woobifying Astarion even though that scene with Sebastian is fucking soul wrenching.

They raise their hackles at Gortash, as though he's been alive for 200 years and lured thousands to their deaths/vampirism, and they forget that Lae'zel is absolutely awful, and approves every time you murder children in front of her.

And Shadowheart spent her childhood learning to torture people.

You can say well their crimes aren't equivalent- and yes, that is true, HOWEVER.

Remember that you have met them when they were powerless.

If given power...if they had never been mindcontrolled by parasites...well shit, they might've fucking killed you.

They might've become tyrants themselves. I know it's purely conjecture on my part, I just kinda...I don't even necessarily want a redeemed Gortash storyline.

I'm fine with him just being a villain!

I just also have a working brain that doesn't understand the reflexive urge to say, he couldn't redeem himself if he tried.

I think, in this fictional world of course, that redemption should be possible. I think if they are honestly trying, and they repay the debts they incurred, then it might be justified.

But we didn't get that choice, and neither did he, and honestly, with what the game presents...I can whole heartedly say no, he wouldn't have redeemed himself. Even if he could, he would not have done it.

But the possibility does exist.

Trying to deny it makes you look like a hypocrite as you insist Ascended Astarion is still an uwu baby.

Like nah, sweetie. Good luck with that.

#enver gortash #long post #discourse children

[pendulum-sonata]

1 and 21.

1. Character that everyone gets wrong.

Lol, we're starting with the heavy weaponry aren't we? You know? To spice things a little bit, I'm gonna choose an Arc V character and a Kubera character, even though only one of my mutuals reads the last one >.>

Arc V

Well... as much as I would like to say Reiji again, I think I've established enough times how misinterpreted his character is, so this time I'll choose...

Ray Akaba, I wasn't even aware that there were still people around who apparently hate her so much, that they would call for the "Ray hater nation" or whatever, I'm not gonna mention who it was but it was very recent, which honestly makes me remember that one tweet pointing out how silly people sound when they justify not liking badly written female character, how they'd supposedly love them if they were better written, when they couldn't handle any of them having one bad feeling for they boyfavs.

And that's really all there sees to be behind A LOT of the Ray hate going around: They hate her because canonically she defeated Zarc and she split him and then split herself to chase him across dimensions, and hate that she was the one who had to give the coup of grace in the duel against him.

They hate that canonically, Ray is one of the best duelist in the yugiohverse, and they will pull the weirdest excuses out of their backside to justify why she's the worst, how she was "too conceited" to believe she could take Zarc on her on, like excuse me, she absolutely took him down, TWICE, not sure what series you were watching, how she supposedly pulled a deus ex machina with the En Cards, as if the requirements to use them weren't ridiculously difficult to meet and wouldn't require a very skilled duelist, how she was dumb for sparing Leo because he caused an wat to bring her back, like, sweetie, the world would have ended anyway because with or without Leo, Zarc would have awakened eventually, that's why Ray set herself to always chase him down and defeat him over and over, like honestly i could dedicate a whole rant essay to the ridiculous claims I've seen made about her.

But the one thing everyone ALWAYS gets wrong is this, and I'm gonna put it in all caps and bold text because it needs to be said:

RAY ALONG WITH ZARC CREATED THE PENDULUM SUMMON AND THE PENDULUM CARDS!!

(AND VERY LIKELY ALSO YUYA'S PENDULUM NECKLACE)

Seriously people, this isn't rocket science, the entirety of the 6th opening and ending is FULL of visual cues about how the both of them did it, we have visuals of Yuya and Yuzu forming the energy for the Pendulum, we know Ray was able to create and give cards to Reira in her spirit-like form, heck, lately the card game has released a bunch of cards that attach the word pendulum to Ray as well, come on.

And that's just something that a large portion of the fandom always gets wrong about her.

Kubera

For this webtoon there is way too many people with the worst takes on many characters, befitting as the characterization of the story is very complex and well-made, and many of them are girls, and the girls can just as flawed and commit terrible actions as the dude characters.

But one character that seems to exceed the number of bad takes rather than the good ones is Menaka.

Menaka is a nastika, a race who in this story are sort of like opposing force to the gods, the author has even mentioned that humans sort of see them like "evil gods", some fit the label more than others, and others like Menaka are the exact opposite of evil, she was actually hailed as the one nastika who was qualified enough to eventually become the wisest king of the clans, and would be the first one to reach enlightenment and defeat one of the main villains. Unfortunately this one villain would have none of that and screwed her over on a cosmological level to the point it costed her everything, her power, her life, her clan, her future, and she ended up being screwed over after her death and then some more.

Without saying too many things confusing to non-readers that's the gist, as as the type of character who was tricked into abandoning everything for the greater good, and lived and died to regret it because she ended up doing a lot of damages for her decisions as well, and then sacrifice herself once more she's the perfect candidate to be hated, mischaracterized, mocked, straight up make things up about her character that you'd thing they're talking about someone else.

Imagine my surprise when I found out that people called her a groomer and the true villain of the story, not like a joke or hyperbole, but as like what they actually think of her -_-'

Uff, that was hard to write without possibly spoiling anyone lol (don't judge me, Kubera in ongoing, Arc V is over :P)

21. part of canon you think is overhyped

Arc V

The Xyz arc, that all I have to say, I mean, you guys know me, for those who follow me when it was airing, you know my feelings about it and you know the absolute boredom that brings me every single time any of the xyz dimension characters were the focus (unless Yuzu, Dennis, Sora or Yuya were in them lol)

People love to say that the series did them dirty because they deserved a full arc, but honestly, we deserved a full arc dedicated to the fusion dimension, and I will die in that hill.

Kubera.

You know? Kubera doesn't have overhyped parts, because the series as a whole is just so underrated and obscure, and everything is so interwoven together, that it's impossible to remove any parts without affecting the overarching plot so... *shrugs*

#rose talks #my askbox #choose violence #arc v #ray akaba #one last god kubera #Menaka (Kubera) #I wanted to write more #but this would turn into an essay sorry #sorry to my arc v followers #but Kubera has me in a vicelike grip

[snippychicke]

For Sake of a Smile --Ch. 19

Fandom: Welcome to Demon School, Iruma-kun

Pairing: Balam Shichiro/Reader

Summary: Hell on earth was your motto for your job. Granted, you were pretty sure earth really was hell, considering the shit you had seen. And the fact your coworker was a child. Suzuki Iruma, in fact. A kid who’s life was decidedly worse than yours, but smiled despite everything.

And you’d do a lot for his smile. Including summoning a demon and signing your life away.

But as it turns out, hell (The Netherworld, actually) was a lot better than living on earth. Demons were more humane than a lot of humans you knew.

And Iruma’s smile wasn’t the only one that would change your life.

Masterlist | Ao3| mairimashitai! Simps Discord

"I AM THE WORST MOTHER EVER!" You bawled as you buried your face in Sullivan's shoulder as he held you close. "I can't believe I forgot Iruma's birthday!"

"You've been under a lot of stress, sweetie," Your adoptive father reassured, rubbing circles along your back. "I'm sure Iruma understands, you know how he is." 

"That makes it worse," You cried. You knew Iruma would forgive you and shrug it off, but to you that was worse than him being upset. Because it was a stark reminder that until just a few years ago, he never had his birthday celebrated. No one cared for him enough to take the time and celebrate his life - his existence. 

It tore at you, because you knew even if he didn't act like it, you were sure your lapse of memory had reminded him of those dark days. Did he think you were as careless as his biological parents? That now that your lives had improved, you didn't want to celebrate such things? 

"Then let's make it up to our boy, hmm?" Sullivan offered, breaking through your thoughts as he tilted your chin to look at him and wipe your tears. "For this year, and all the birthdays I missed as well." 

You nodded your head eagerly at the idea. Yes. You would make up for lost time; not just the last few weeks, but the ones you hadn't been there before too. 

To make sure Iruma knew how cherished he was. 

----

As you were quick to learn, Demonic Rites were - well - the devilish version of a grand birthday party. While Opera and Sullivan took the lead coordinating the event, you helped as best you could; choosing some of the dishes to be served and presents from the three of you - since they were busy with organizing the event - but also making sure Iruma was kept preoccupied as not to notice anything was amiss. 

While traditionally Demonic Rites were saved for milestone birthdays - with much smaller events for the other years - Sullivan was all too happy to use the excuse that it was the first birthday he was able to celebrate with his grandson. So he was apparently going all out from what you could gather, renting a whole other castle.

Though as it turned out, that was tradition as well; apparently even demons believed in bad luck, and holding a Rite in your own dwelling was a surefire way to invoke misfortune. It was also the reason for the costumes; in case Bad Luck did find the revelers, they couldn't curse you if they couldn't recognize you.

"Life is precious in the Netherworld," Shichiro explained over the phone the evening before the Rite. "Our world is harsh, and once upon a time it was not uncommon for a demon to be killed before reaching adulthood. So we take every precaution to protect it, especially when we celebrate it.

"It's also a time where demons show their gratitude for their peers. After all, demons do not frequently bond the way humans do, and showing appreciation and kinship is usually very rare. The Misfit class are truly misfits in that regard…" 

They were; not just for demons, but even on earth they'd be an odd bunch. Yet you couldn't help but love all of them, hearing the debacle that occurred earlier that day as they fought over who was Iruma's friend and who was the boy's 'soulmate'. 

You had to agree, Clara and Az seemed to be platonic (assumedly, at least) soulmates. Those three had a bond like no other. If there was such a thing as soulmates, it was those three.

But the entire class was still bonded tighter than any friend group you had seen - let alone experienced. Those thirteen students could achieve anything if they set their mind to it. And somehow, Iruma was more-or-less the ringleader of their troupe. 

"You're coming tomorrow, right?" You asked, glancing at the costume that hung from your closet door. Both Sullivan and Opera had assisted with choosing it…

Well - they had done more than assist, to be honest. It was more like they had chosen it and you meekly agreed when you saw the looks on their faces. Not that it was something you hated or even disliked; it was beautiful, and something that had caught your eye right away. 

The thing was, it was so… decadent, even for a costume. Beautiful but wispy fabric that flowed with the slightest breeze, the waist framed with a corset-vest that - thankfully - hadn't felt too uncomfortable when you tried it on, and a high neckline that would hide your lack of wings. Then the crown of flowers and faux horns that completed the piece.

You worried it was too fancy for such a thing, but assumed the two demons would know best. Then there was the anxiety of Shichiro's reaction to it, despite the fact he never seemed to judge whatever you wore. Or rather, be it a casual outfit or something more special, his gaze always lingered enough to cause you to feel beautiful. 

"Nothing could make me miss it," Shichiro assured. "I'll be there, promise." 

---

Sullivan and Opera had left early to finalize the preparations, leaving you to escort Iruma to the surprise party. Thankfully, Opera had hitched the Nightmares to one of the smaller carriages before leaving so you didn't ruin your dress. Especially knowing Deinos, who loved to be as impish as she could be. 

The Nightmares knickered softly as you and Iruma exited the mansion, both dressed in your costumes. "To Lord Sullivan," You instructed the demonic-horses simply as you opened the carriage door. They snorted in understanding, making you smile as you patted Lampon's flank before boarding. 

"Are you going to tell me what's going on?" Iruma asked as the carriage began to move. 

"It's a secret~" You answered in a singsong voice, smiling at his pout. "You'll love it though, I promise." 

His pout didn't change, though he watched as you smoothed down your skirt, still unused to such rich material. "Well, you look beautiful, mom." 

You blushed, "And you look very handsome, Iruma. Who would have thought we both could clean up so well, hmm?" 

He laughed at that, and soon both of you were sharing memories of when you were less than presentable. Such as being covered in fish guts after being tripped - or when he came back from a forging trip, completely covered in mud and leaves. It had taken weeks to get every bit of mud and grime from the tiny shower afterwards, but you refused to spray him with the hose used to clean the floor of the workshop, mainly because the water was ice cold and it was late autumn and winter had been attempting to set in. 

Before you knew it, the carriage slowed to a stop. Opera opened the door before you could even think about it, holding a hand out to Iruma and then you once the boy was on the ground. 

But before you could take a look around, a blindfold settled over your eyes. "Calm down, my dear," Sullivan reassured, his hands settling on your shoulders, thumbs rubbing calming circles. "We don't want to ruin the surprise."

"This is Iruma's Demonic Rite!" You protested as your adopted father led you presumably to where the Rite was to take place. 

"Do you think I would celebrate my grandson's life, and not my daughters?" Sullivan chuckled as a groan of old, heavy doors opening filled the air. A sound you were familiar with, given the Library's own doors perchance to complain every time they were opened. 

But surely you weren't there. You heard hushed yet excited whispers, making your heart pound as Sullivan continued to guide you. He gently coaxed you up a couple of steps before turning you around and encouraging you to sit. 

A moment later you heard Opera guide Iruma into a seat next to yours. There was a hushed countdown before the blindfold fell from your eyes, revealing the elaborately decorated ballroom with a large bonfire burning brightly in a pit at the center. The Misfits along with a few other Babyls students cheered your name along with Iruma's, making your heart catch in your throat.

"Mom?" Iruma asked softly as Sullivan and Opera joined in with the others as they began to dance-- an ancient dance, full of guttural words that truly made it seem like a demonic ritual. 

"A Demonic Ritual is how they celebrate birthdays," You explained. "We -- grandpa, Opera, and I -- planned on it being a secret, and to also make up for missing your actual birthday this year. I didn't think they'd plan on putting me in the spotlight too…" 

Iruma's hand found yours. "But we've always celebrated our birthdays together. I was actually just telling Professor Balam that the other day…" 

Oh. Oh. You caught sight of the tall broad demon standing apart, watching the revelers dance while also apparently taking a head count. 

Those sneaky demons. Your heart grew warm at the realization that while you thought you were in on the surprise for Iruma, the three demons had been building a surprise for you as well. 

As if he was aware of your gaze, Shichiro looked towards you, his expression shifting into a smile as he offered a small wave. 

"It seems we are missing a guest," Opera said as he appeared on Iruma's other side. You tore your gaze away from Shichiro for a moment, and in a flash of light and smoke, a familiar white puffball appeared, looking disgruntled as always. 

"EGGY SENSEI!" The Misfits cheered. Kalego's reluctant presence seemed to be the last thing needed for the celebration to kick into full swing. 

Over the last several months, you had slowly gotten used to the positive attention from the students as well as the teachers of Babyls. But that did little to prepare you for sitting in the spotlight as the guests symbolically gave part of their life to you as they poured out the burning water into the central bonfire. Or as each knelt one by one, offering their gifts with the heartfelt words: "Thank you for being born and living amongst us."

"I appreciate the love and kindness you give us, Mrs. Suzuki."

"I'm so happy I get to have two moms! My siblings are so jealous!"

"I know you're not my mother, but it really feels like you are sometimes." 

"Your beauty is outstanding, my lady! May you continue to age so gracefully!" 

"Thank you for caring so much."

"Thank you for bringing Iruma to us!" 

"I appreciate your dedication to Babyls and its students," Kalego grumbled begrudgingly, offering a small delicate flower as a gift. (Where he got one considering his Summoned state, you weren't sure.) "You are one among few others whom I can tolerate." 

"That's high praise coming from the professor," Iruma whispered in your ear, as if you weren't already aware. Yet any words died on your lips as Shichiro approached, quickly bowing low as his green feathered wings spread out wide to their full extent. 

Yes, the others did the same as a sign of respect - but something seemed different….

Or maybe you were just head over heels for Shichiro that seeing him like that, knowing just how strong and powerful he was yet showing his weakest spot to you…

Your thoughts were interrupted as he looked up, his gaze focused on both you and Iruma as he spoke your names. "Thank you both for living in our world, and for being amongst us."

The sentiment had been expressed before, but by those oblivious to the reality of you and Iruma's true circumstances. But he knew. He knew it all. Your throat grew tight as he presented his gifts, hands briefly grazing yours as you accepted the box as your gazes locked. 

The warmth, the sincerity, the love in his eyes meant the world to you. He meant the world to you. 

You struggled with the urge to simply slide from your chair to your knees and pull him close for a kiss to reciprocate those tender emotions. Except you were still aware of everyone else watching, so you just caressed his hand deliberately with a smile hopefully conveying your feelings. 

His eyes crinkled as he returned your smile, fingers lacing briefly before he pulled away and stood. Your eyes followed him as he stepped away.

Until Sullivan stepped up, his own eyes glittering knowingly. He didn't say a word, but knelt down as he took Iruma's hand as well as yours into his, his black wings opened, but curled around the three of you. 

"You both mean so much to me, you are truly my treasure," He spoke softly, squeezing your hand tightly. "I am sincerely thankful you both came into my life."

"Grandpa…"

"Dad…"

This time, you did leave your seat, having the same idea as Iruma as you wrapped your arms around both your father and son, and feeling their arms around you. 

You were loved. Just as strongly as you loved them, they loved you. 

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The rest of the party was truly a party. You swore you had been to more festivals and parties in the last few months than before in your prior life. 

But instead of standing on the outskirts of the party with Kalego and Balam as you typically ended up doing, you were drawn into the menagerie this time. You danced with several students as well as Opera, Sullivan, and then oddly Fluffego, when he was all but shoved in your arms by an impish Opera. He acted begrudgingly as you twirled him around, his small hands holding onto your fingers. You had your toes stepped on as well as stepped on a few yourself, but it was all brushed off with a laugh and even more dancing. 

You hadn't had unbridled fun like this for such a long time. Your face hurt from smiling so widely, ribs aching from laughing. 

But your favorite part was when large warm hands wrapped around your waist when you had slipped towards the table laden with food and drinks. "You look beautiful," Shichiro whispered as he held you tight around your midsection, making you smile. You had briefly danced with him, no more than thirty seconds, during one where you were constantly changing partners. Otherwise it seemed like the universe had conspired to keep you separated. 

"I'm sure I would've been more lovely if my personal hairdresser had helped," You teased lightly as you glanced over the treats, taking your time to enjoy being held against him. "But I have a nagging suspicion he was in on the surprise." 

"Iruma explained how you had always celebrated your birthday with him, and never told him when your actual birthday was," He admitted, chin resting atop your head despite the decorative horns. "We -- Lord Sullivan, Senpai, and myself-- figured it would be best to continue the tradition. Especially considering you would likely refuse to tell us once you knew what it may entail."

You bit your lip out of reflex to hide your smile. "You three really do know me well, don't you?" Because he was right; once learning of Demonic Rites, and knowing Sullivan's own tendencies to spoil you, you would've kept your lips sealed. 

Which was related in a way to why you never told Iruma which day you were born. You hadn't wanted the boy to give up more of his hard earned money on your behalf. Sharing his birthday had been a bit of a compromise in a way, so you both were able to celebrate each other while you could make sure he didn't use a lot of his meager funds on you. 

"Both you and Iruma are completely selfless,"  He answered, squeezing you tighter. "To the point I really wish you two would have a bit more of a sense of self-preservation." 

 "So when exactly is your birthday?" You asked after a moment, making him chuckle at your poor attempt at changing the topic.

He squeezed you tighter, adjusting to nuzzle your neck gently; considering his mask was still in place. "I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours." 

You laughed at that, leaning your head back and finally looking up at him. "I love you, Shichiro, but I know better than that." 

A flash of surprise crossed his face and his grip tightened to the point of nearly taking your breath away. "...do you, really?" 

You realized your slip. You had admitted to yourself - to others - your feelings, but never to him. And, well - for good reason from what you understood about demon culture. 

But… screw it. 

"Yes," You answered, twining your hands with his. "I really do love you." 

His adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, the look in his eye changing slightly. He guided you to turn in his arms so you were face to face, still holding you tight against him. "Demons, especially those who are courting," He continued, his voice threatening to become even huskier, "don't say those words freely, or lightly."

You had gleaned as much from the books you had read. Some said it freely to those they were crushing on, and during little flings. But once a demon entered courtship, the word became much more meaningful to their Intended. 

And yes, you two had just started courting - and sometimes the courting period lasted several months to years - but there was no denying how you felt. He had come to mean so much to you, and you could easily imagine him being in every part of your life. Not just the romantic moments, but the mundane parts of life; like doing dishes, or chores (if Opera ever allowed that to happen again).

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him down so you could face him eye to eye as you stood on your tiptoes. "I love you, Balam Shichiro. With all my heart. And I can't imagine being with anyone else but you." 

Before you could blink, his hands cupped your backside and he lifted you up, your body pressed against his as you fought the urge to wrap your legs around his hips, knowing in your current dress that would be very inappropriate.

 Shichiro's eyes were desperate in more than one way as he searched yours, undoubtedly using his bloodline ability to find a hint of a lie. "One more time?" 

You couldn't help but smile before you cupped his face in your hands, meeting his dark eyes and holding his intense gaze. "I love you, Shichiro. And I'll say it as many times as you want me to." 

If you weren't in a room full of students - as well as your father and Opera, (and you supposed Kalego as well) - you would have happily removed his mask to kiss him properly, but you knew he was self conscious of his scar and refrained. That, and you had a very good idea his self control was on the verge of slipping; as was yours, to be honest. One kiss would lead to more, and you knew you'd wouldn't want to stop. 

"I love you too," He finally admitted as your words sunk in. "So, so much." There was a hint of desperation to his voice, which paired with the way his grip on you was more than just supporting you against his frame, but feeling the plush curve of your butt.

There was no denying the thoughts running through your head, or the yearning that filled your body. You bit your lip as your fingers as well as your gaze traveled down his neck, feeling the strong cords of muscle beneath. He wasn't wearing the collar of feathers, but instead a dark, high collared top that felt like velvet beneath your fingers. 

It would be so easy to push it away and press your lips to the sensitive skin there and listen to him hold back a whimper and groan as you tortured him. The thought of reducing him to a whimpering mess always tempted you, making you bite your lip as your mind drifted into the gutter. 

Shichiro said your name quietly, making it sound like a plea as you continued to rub the velvet cloth trying to feel his muscular shoulders beneath as you thought. 

You met his gaze, which felt as hot and heavy as the feeling settling in your lower gut. You knew what you wanted to do - what you thought he wanted to do too - but were uncertain how to proceed. Or rather, hesitant to take that next step. Was it being too bold? 

Screw it. Fortune favored the bold, right?

"Why…don't we slip away somewhere more private?" You asked hesitantly, your attempt to be quiet making you sound a bit more sultry than intended.

His grip tightened even more, and you felt a hint of something hard press against your stomach. Yet instead of eagerly agreeing or even just carrying you away, (as you may have thought about more than once in previous daydreams) he protested - but with obvious reluctance. "It's your Rite, and…" 

"Is there an unwritten rule that I have to stay here when I'd rather be alone with you?" You asked. Because devi, your mind was fully in the gutter and the thought of trying to pretend you were totally not thinking such things while you tried to mingle with everyone else sounded like torture. 

And not the pleasant kind. The kind you hoped waited for you in the near future. 

"Well, no," He admitted after a moment, his brow furrowed in confusion. "But would you really rather sneak away with me than stay and celebrate?" 

Devi, how could a demon be so pure? "One hundred percent yes," You replied firmly before boldly adding on: "To the point I don't care where we go, as long as it's somewhere private and we won't be disturbed." Because hell or heaven help you if you couldn't at least get him half-undressed so you could explore his body with both your hands and lips. It was taking every bit of your self control as it was, with those thoughts running in your mind while being braced against him, the growing firmness pressing against you left little doubt he was having similar thoughts.

There was a moment of silence as his gaze became distant and unfocused, his cheeks turning bright red."Shichiro…?" You called softly after the moment stretched on. He snapped out of his thoughts, though his cheeks stained red even more.

"I, uh, well, I-I have been wondering if you would like to, um, come to my home? I've been working on my nest…." 

Oh. Oh. That was much more than finding a closet or unoccupied room.  It was your turn to blush, your heart racing in anticipation as well as more than a little bit of anxiety. 

You wanted to - you really wanted to - but you couldn't help but feel a bit nervous. It had been such a long time - what felt like a lifetime to be honest - long before Iruma came into your life, since you had been with someone. And while kissing and petting had been second nature when it came to Shichiro….

Well, your daydreams hadn't quite prepared you for the real possibility. 

Yet, again, you wanted to. And he was bound to be a more thoughtful lover than you had experienced before, demon or not. 

After what felt like forever, you finally took the metaphorical step and nodded while biting your lip. "I-I would like that." 

--- Short---

"They seriously don't think they're being subtle, right?" Soi sighed as he watched the two adults head towards the exit. Well, Balam walking somewhat stiffly with you cradled in his arms, your face red as a tomato but laughing. 

Granted, his ability made disappearing easy, and also made it more noticeable when others tried to sneak off… but, still. That was about as obvious as anyone could be without making a loud announcement. 

"Soi!" Leid jumped, startled by the demon's sudden presence. "You have got to stop doing that!" 

"Are you talking about our two love bird teachers?" Elizabetta asked with a giggle, not as easily startled as their classmate. She also had noticed the pair, but was delighted by the turn of events. After all, their romance was something straight out of her own daydreams, making her hope even more that she would have a fairytale romance as well. "Aren't they adorable?"

"That's one word for it," Soi acknowledged, not as enamored with the situation as she was. "I might want to adjust my bet…" 

"You and everyone else," Jazz agreed, summoned by the word 'bet'. He was already pulling out the notebook he was using to keep track of the massive pool going. "Lets see, are you wanting to change when you think their wedding day will be, or when Professor Balam will have mom knocked up?" 

"Are you still taking bets?" Opera asked after overhearing the four students discuss their options. All four froze, glancing at the security demon and expecting a reaction much like Kalego's when he had found the betting during one of his lectures. (Granted, shortly after he had placed his own as well. He just didn't appreciate it being discussed during class.) 

Instead, there was no anger behind Opera's placid expression, just simple curiosity. 

"Er, yeah…." Jazz answered as Soi disappeared and both Elizabetta and Leid stepped away from the feline demon. 

"Good. Both Lord Sullivan and myself would like to participate…" 

#mairimashita! iruma kun #welcome to demon school iruma kun #suzuki iruma #misfits #balam shichiro x reader #balam/reader #balam shichiro #balam #lord sullivan #opera

[topsyturvy-turtely]

(Rosie's) Elephant in the Room

Fandom: Sherlock (TV)

Words: 4491 (on ao3)

Summary: John Watson loves Sherlock Holmes. Sherlock Holmes loves John Watson. John Watson’s daughter loves her giant elephant plushie.

This is the story how the two men finally jump over their shadows and confess their feelings. All because of an elephant plushie.

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Rosamund Mary Watson owned one thing she was incredibly proud of: her gigantic elephant plushie.

Name: Ellie Phant Astic

Gender: female

Age: 1 year 24 weeks and 5 days

Material: very soft fabric

Strengths: very good at hugging and listening. The best plushie in the whole wide world.

Weaknesses: shy, not talkative (only talks to Rosie Watson).

“Hi, Rosie, sweetie. What are you writing down?”, her dad (John Watson) asked, as he dropped his bag to the floor after he came home from work.

“Key data of Ellie Phant Astic. Look!”, proudly the girl showed off her scrawly handwriting to her dad, who squated down to kiss his daughter’s top of the head and review her professional plush toy data. Seven years old, exceedingly smart and good at social interactions as long as it only includes herself, her way too big elephant plushie and family, Rosie reminded John more of Sherlock than of himself. Writing down key data of a plush toy? Definitely a thing Sherlock did as a kid!

“Wow, that’s truly elephant-astic”, John joked and winked. Rosie giggled.

“I believe you call that a dad-joke, John”, Sherlock said leaning in the door frame, dressing gown over his sweatpants and a white T-shirt and a cup of coffee in his hand.

“Well,” John stood up and his spine made a clicking noise. “I am a dad, so I am allowed to make those.” John smiles. “How was your day with the little one?”

“Oh, it was quite ‘elephant-astic’, wouldn’t you agree, Watson?”, he said, making air-quotes when saying the really not that funny word.

Enthusiastically Rosie nodded her head. “Yessss! Phantie and Lock and me went to the pond in the park and fed the ducks and then we came home and played Cluedo and then I had to go down to Granny, because Lock was angry, because he wasn’t playing according to the rules but that’s okay because Phantie, Granny and I made cookies and they were delicious and I ate soooo much!”

“That sounds like quite a busy day, Rosie. But, I suggest you don’t play Cluedo with Lock anymore, he is extremely bad at it.”, the doctor said with a smirk directed at his flatmate.

Rosie laughed, looked at the tall detective, then at the 3 foot stuffed animal and finally whispered into John’s ear, “Phantie agrees.”

Knowing full well his Watsons were whispering and giggling over him, Sherlock countered, “I am not bad at Cluedo. This game is simply illogical.”

“Yeah, sure it is, Sherlock.”, John said and Rosie fell into a giggling fit. With a pout, Sherlock turned around and walked back into the kitchen.

Still smiling, John turned to Rosie. “I’ll be taking a shower and be right down. Will you be alright with Mr. Pouty-Face over there?”

Giggling, Rosie nodded and pointed at the giant elephant next to her, “Phantie and I can handle him.”

“Probably even better than I can, sweetheart.”, John said, gave Rosie another kiss and left to take a shower.

Upstairs John was overwhelmed by the chaotic mess of a room screaming at him. He used to have a very tidy room, apart from the occasional pants or jumper laying one day too long on the floor. That had changed when Rosie came and Mary had died. John had moved back in with Sherlock and was since then sharing his room with a little girl: Plushies everywhere, pirate costumes over his bed, a magnifying glass with a bunch of sheets with a kid’s colourful handwriting, on and around the desk. The closet door wide open, half of the clothes falling out.

This room was getting definitely too small for a little girl living her wildest dreams. Let alone a little girl and her father. Said girl wasn’t even that little anymore. They had two small singles now, instead of the queen sized bed, because Rosie was kicking like crazy in her sleep. John’s nightmares had gotten better with her close to him, but on bad nights he had to sleep on the couch downstairs, as to not disturb her. Or blankly stare onto the ceiling hoping sleep would make John its slave at some point. Thankfully Rosie slept like a stone most days.

And as much as it pained him and would for sure pain his daughter: John would have to move out soon, if he ever wanted to live like a grown man again. If he ever wanted Rosie to become not dependent on her father. They both needed their own space. For their own sakes.

John sighed, grabbed some fresh clothes and left the messy room to take a shower. Tomorrow. He would tell Sherlock they’d move out tomorrow.

Continue on Ao3 ;)

#turtely writes #(rosie's) elephant in the room #parentlock #lots of fluff #a tiny bit of angst but nothing severe i promise #idiots in love #love confessions #johnlock #johnlock ficlet #bbc sherlock #sherlock bbc #sherlock x john #john watson #sherlock holmes #rosie watson #mrs. hudson #johnlock fic on ao3 #happy about reblogs 🥰 #*throws badly cut out paper hearts at you*

[indecisive-dizzy]

Do you have any more Eddie dear headcanons you wanna share?

Im sorry for being annoying about him, I don’t get to talk about welcome home a lot so when I do I get really excited :>

No you're so good! I will always take the opportunity to talk about my favorite goober :D

First, Eddie sews! Can't remember how canon this is, I could be tricking myself haha. But I think Eddie has so many little hobbies and sewing is one of them!

He makes all sorts of things: New ties, shirts, dresses, etc! For himself and for his friends!

He and Poppy make sweaters and scarves for everyone together during winter :)

I also like to think he's made Frank a bowtie and/or vest as a gift,, sigh what a loving husband

Speaking of Frank, Eddie uses so many pet names for his husband. Darling, love, sweetie/sweetheart, sugar, puddin', bug, honey/hun, pumpkin. just so many southern petnames

Another hobby of his is obviously crafts, but he really likes origami! It's fun/relaxing and keeps his hands busy when things are slow. Also he can make gifts! A win win!

cough is also helps with his fine motor skills, hand eye coordination struggle is real cough

This man is so autistic adhd to me. His forgetfulness and clumsiness is all part of it. As someone with audhd I can't walk anywhere without getting a bruise from running into things lol. So I'm projecting a bit haha

Mail is his hyperfixation. Eddie can tell you everything and anything about mail/postal history, including stamps. Point to a stamp in his collection he can tell you the year it was made, where, and who. Plus anything else he may know about it.

He loves thriller novels and dramas. And sappy romance novels. He's probably read Frankenstein and Dracula a bunch of times. And he would absolutely read Twilight. Dunno if he'd like it, but he would read it lol

my gen z youth is showing,, idk when vhs was the most common/around but Eddie would have a vhs collection. He'd have the og Frankenstein on vhs and would treasure it. Again, my time is off so just pretend

Also if it's not obvious, Frankenstein is his favorite classic monster story. He feels for the Monster bc Eddie thinks he's so misunderstood. Honestly he probably relates a bit. Also makes a banger costume lol

Eddie would do drag more if he had the time, I think. (Also if the times were more accepting cough-) He likes to feel pretty!

cough I have so many he/she Eddie thoughts but that's another post for another day

Very uncomfortable around bugs/insects but has come to terms with butterflies after spending so much time with Frank.

Similar note, Eddie would never hurt a bug (on purpose) he just calls Frank to safely relocate it. He may not like them, but he meant it when he said he'd never hurt a fly!

Oh I could keep going but I fear I'll dive into au territory lol. I have a habit of updating technology/times/etc with fandoms that take place before the 2000s yikes

#Thx for the ask!! #neon child #You are not a bother I love talking about eddie #I hyperfixate on characters more than anything so Eddie brain rot is real and won't leave me alone #i have more thoughts but these are what I got for now haha! #i also have family headcanons but again another post another day sigh #spolier alert! he the youngest of three! #cough Anyway im in the car so sorry this took a bit to get to! #im going to look at sheds hehe #or as i like to call them: cheap tiny homes ✨ #oh i realized i don't have an ask tag #uuuhh #dizztalkstoomuch #yeah i like that we'll do that #welcome home #eddie dear #headcanon #headcanon asks #welcome home puppet show #ive tried to proof read this like 5 times #so if there's any typos just #ignore them lol srry

[lyledebeast]

I've been pondering why it is that I was able to write so much fic with Benjamin Martin as a main character when I hate the canonical version so much. It's different from when I was writing for the BBC Robin Hood fandom and realized very early on that I had no interest in making Robin "better" than he is in canon. I'm surprised because in so many ways they are very similar characters, but there is a crucial difference. Martin does have some self-awareness and discernment--he is a lot older than Robin, after all--but whenever he tries to act on it the narrative shames him into doing something else.

At the South Carolina assembly he says a bunch of nonsense, but the gist of it is: Oh shit, war is coming! War is bad, and it's bad for me in particular. Because as everyone gathered here today knows, war makes me INSANE, and I can't afford to be INSANE when I'm a single parent to seven kids.

This is a perfectly reasonable and even laudable position to take, but like Malcolm Locksley in the aforementioned BBC RH, he lets his son bully him into doing some bullshit instead. When that bullshit bears consequences--the death of the bullying son--Martin has another moment of clarity and realizes that this is all his fault, that things have gone as he predicted they would way back when, and if he'd stayed home and protected his kids, this might have been avoided. And he is about to do the right thing! He's about to go back to his five remaining kids and see if he can't keep any of them from dying!

But then the narrative is like, no, sweetie, you're just depressed. Here, have an American flag, and you'll feel much better.

In canon, Martin is an incredibly flawed, frustrating, stupidly-written character. But, there is potential there. What if his desire to avoid triggering situations and prioritize his family was treated as a good thing? Is it possible to keep his personality, but have him make different and better choices. After eight fics, I hope so!

#the patriot #bbc robin hood #benjamin martin #fanfiction

[black-cat-charm]

rotbtd+MLP au

If you don't know what Rise Of The Brave Tangled Dragons is; it's a crossover made in 2012 of the four movies Tangled, HTTYD, Brave, and Rise of the guardians! It now contains a bunch of movies though so the fandom is larger!^^ here's an au I made! ///////////

FiM;

Twilight Sparkle: Hiccup Haddock Rainbow Dash: Jack Frost Apple Jack: Merida Dunbroch Pinkie Pie: Anna Arendelle Fluttershy: Rapunzel Corona Rarity: Elsa Arendelle Spike: Toothless Celestia: Arianna Luna: Willow(tangled the series) Cadence: Toothiana ///////////

Equestria Girls;

Sunset Shimmer: Isabela Madrigal SciTwi; Hiccup but with glasses lmao //////////

Extras+Villains;

Shining Armor: Bunnymund Discord: Flynn/Eugene Fitzherbert Cheese Sandwich: Kristoff Bjorgman Angel Bunny: Pascal Apple Bloom: Penny Forrester Scootaloo: Tip Tucci Sweetie Belle: Riley Anderson Babs Seed: Coraline Jones Tirek: Gaston Cozy Glow: Darla Dimple Tempest: Cassandra Storm King: Zhan Tiri Chrysalis: Gothel Sombra: Pitch Black

#my little pony friendship is magic #mlp fim #rise of the brave tangled dragons #rotbtd

[fandomgirlz01]

Daddy’s Coming Baby Pt. 1

Frankie “Catfish” Morales X Reader

Imagine on my fandom instagram?: No

Prompt?: No

Request?: No

Requested prompt?: No

Edited: Yes

Word count: 4,973

Ko-fi

Masterlist

Warnings here

You can listen to the story be read out loud here.

Post Date: October 6th 2022

Post Time: 10: 50 pm

Summary:  When Frankie gets a phone call from his wife while at work he at first thinks nothing about it before smiling and answering. What happens when it’s not the reader on the other side of the phone, but his crying scared daughter? 

PSA: Again I do not know Spanish or it’s dialects. I used google translate and some of what I or Nat {Editor} did know or what I have read in other fics. I only know solo se un poco, so if I have anything wrong at all please please let me know and I will fix it. I am in no way trying to offend anyone by the Spanish that is in this Fic.

Please refrain from stealing our work, thank you and please enjoy!!

Y/n’s Pov: 

♪ Love me tender, love me sweet

Never let me go

You have made my life complete

And I love you so ♪

I hum along to Elvis’ Love Me Tender as I cut up some vegetables to go with the chicken that I am making for my and Frankie’s dinner. Once they’re cut up I dance around as I scoop them up and put them into the pot. Next I take the nuggets out of the freezer and lay some out on the pan before putting them into the oven for Eloise’s dinner. I turn to the table where Eloise sits coloring. 

“Isey, baby, come dance with mama,” I tell my baby girl as I saunter over to her and pick her up. 

We dance around and she giggles when I lay a bunch of kisses all over her cheeks. We continued to dance for quite a while and just goof off. 

“You know baby, this song makes me think of daddy,” I tell her and she perks up on my hip. 

“Really?! Why do it make you think of daddy?” she asks and giggles when I tickle her tummy. 

I smile at her before I sing the next line that’s coming up with Elvis. She again giggles as I spin us around and before coming to a stop to sing the last bit while swaying. 

♪ Love me tender, love me true

All my dreams fulfilled

For my darling I love you

And I always will ♪

“Well, because just as the song says, daddy has fulfilled all of my dreams, baby,” I tell her and she gives me a confused look. 

“What deams, mama? How can daddy make deams come true?” she asks in confusion and I laugh lightly until I hear the timer go off. 

I quickly set her back down before rushing over to turn the timer off. After it’s off, I check the steamed vegetables and turn the burner off. 

“Well, he made me your mama, didn’t he? And he’s mama’s best friend. He completes my whole world,” I tell her and she gives me another confused look before shrugging then goes back to her coloring. 

I stand by the stove, humming and swaying. Every now and then, I look back at Eloise only to shake my head at how adorable she looks. She colors and hums along to the song like me, but her tongue sticks out in her intense laser-focused look. 

“Mama, when is daddy gonna be home?” she asks as she looks up at me from her coloring. 

“He should be home in an hour or two, baby,” I answer her question as I look away from the food cooking for a moment to look over at the clock on the wall and she grins. 

“When he is, can we all dance to-geter?” she asks, making me grin as I walk over to her and bend down to her to give her chubby little cheek a pinch before kissing it. 

“Of course we can, sweetie, but if daddy’s too tired we have to be ok with that, ok?” I ask her and she sheepishly nods at me before I walk back over to the counter. 

♪ Love me tender, love me long

Take me to your heart

For it's there that I belong

And we'll never part ♪

“What did you draw there, baby?” I ask my daughter as I take a moment away from the stove to look at her drawing. 

“It's you, me, an daddy. When you help me to blow out my canles,” she tells me and I smile fondly at the memory. 

I take a moment to think over the memory of her sixth birthday a few weeks ago as I continue to sing and dance around as I go back to cooking dinner. I’m quickly pulled out of my mind as the doorbell goes off and I quickly reach down and put the boiler on simmer. 

“Mama’s going to answer the door, ok baby? You stay here and don’t touch the stove,” I tell her and she nods as she just keeps drawing with her tongue still out to the side. 

♪ Love me tender, love me true

All my dreams fulfilled

For my darling I love you

And I always will ♪

Love Me Tender continues to play in the background as I grab a rag and start wiping my hands off. I shove the rag into the pocket of my apron before unlocking the door and opening it. When I see who’s standing outside, my eyes widen and I quickly try to shut the door. 

“What are you doing here! Leave now!” I yell at our old handy man as I try to hold the door closed and I quickly turn my head to Eloise. 

“Let me in, Mary!!” he yells and Eloise looks at me with wide eyes. 

“Isey! Baby quick, grab mama’s phone and go hide. Call daddy!” I shout out to my daughter as I struggle against our old handyman Hector to get the door closed. 

She jumps off her chair before grabbing my phone and as she runs past me, she lets out a little gasp when she sees Hector. He overpowers me and I go flying back as the door slams into the wall behind it. Eloise lets out a scream before she runs off and disappears down the hallway as he saunters into the house. 

♪ Love me tender, love me dear

Tell me you are mine

I'll be yours, through all the years

'Til the end of time ♪

I groan as I roll over, getting up onto my hands and knees and try to crawl away from him. He comes up behind me and I gasp as he grabs my hair, pulling me up to my feet. He drags me to the kitchen and I fight at his arm. 

He slams me up against the counter and I grab onto one of the pots. I swing it around and he yells, jumping away from me when the hot water hits him. He rubs at his eyes for a moment and I try to run away. 

♪ Love me tender, love me true

All my dreams fulfilled

For my darling I love you

And I always will ♪

He quickly recovers and grabs my hair again, pulling me back. I get slammed to the counter and he pulls me along it. The radio falls to the ground along with many other items and breaks before he’s pulling me up to him. 

“Where’s the girl? Huh?” he asks me and I gasp as he pulls my hair tighter. 

When he breathes on me I can tell he’s drunk, that’s why almost seven years ago we had fired him. He was always drunk and telling me inappropriate things. Frankie’s last straw was when Hector had told me I looked like his late wife. 

He then continued to smack me as he told me vile things. Frankie came home that day and was livid that he had hit me, so Frankie fired him. 

“I’ll never tell you…” I growl out and he tsks at me, clicking his tongue. 

“If you won’t tell me, I guess I’ll just have to find her, but first let’s have a little fun… Mary…” he whispers out and a chill goes down my back when he calls me by his late wife’s name again.  

“Hector! I’m not Mary. You have to believe me!” I yell out at him as he starts pulling me to the stairs. 

“Shut up, Mary! I don’t want to hear it. Stop, you're lying!” he yells at me as we make our way to the master bedroom and I let out a whimper as he throws me to the ground. 

“I promise you Hector, I am not lying. I’m really not Mary!” I tell him and I let out a scream as he kicks my leg. 

“Stop lying to me!” he shouts and I cover my stomach as I nod. 

“Ok… I’m sorry. Please just don’t hurt me,” I whimper out in fear. 

Frankie’s Pov:

“Hey, Frank, your phone keeps going off up here,” My coworker Danny shouts out from above the car I’m working on. 

“Ok. I’m coming, I’m coming,” I reply as I slowly start to slide out from under the car. 

After sliding out, I carefully get up off the creeper so it won’t roll out from under me. Once standing, I grab my rag to wipe the oil and grime off my hands. I reach over and grab my still ringing phone. I smile when I see that it’s my wife calling me and I answer. 

“Hia, baby,” I answer, but frown when I hear a small whimper. 

“Daddy…” I hear my daughter's scared voice and my heart leaps to my throat. 

“Eloise? What’s wrong, mija?” I quickly ask and Danny looks up at me with a questioning look. 

“Papi… mama’s hurt…” she whispers out and my heart leaps again. 

“What do you mean mama’s hurt, sweetie?” I ask her as I look at Danny and she hiccups as if crying. 

“Honey… you need to tell daddy what’s going on…” I prompt her and she lets out a light sob. 

“Mama told me to hide. I did…” she whispers out with a sniffle following. 

“Isey, baby. Why did mama tell you to hide?” I ask her and Danny now comes over to stand next to me placing a hand on my shoulder. 

“A man came over. Mama yelled at him to leaf and he yelled back, called her Mary. Mama said to take her pone, call you and hide… He pushed mama and I ran!” Eloise explains through tears and I start to panic, making Danny quickly start asking what’s going on. 

“Baby. Where are you now?” I ask my daughter and Danny perks up at the question. 

“I’m under my bed… daddy I’m scared… mama’s screaming…” she whispers out and Danny who has now picked up on what’s going on starts to move around, grabbing my stuff for me. 

“Don’t worry, baby. Daddy’s coming. I’ll be there in a few minutes, ok?” I ask her as calmly as I can so she won’t be as scared. 

“Ok, daddy…” she whimpers out and my heart sinks even farther. 

“Just stay on the phone with Papi, ok bebé?” I ask her and she sniffles again as I shimmy out of my work overalls. 

“Ok, daddy. I will,” she agrees and I nod proudly before pulling the phone away from my ear, covering the speaker as Danny comes back with my stuff. 

“Danny, call 911. Tell them my address. I’m going home,” I tell my coworker, he nods as he hands me my stuff and I shove it all in my pocket as he pulls his phone out. 

“I’ll tell the boss why you left early too. Don’t even clock out, I can do that for you too. Just go get home to your girls,” Danny tells me as he reaches out to take my work overalls from me and I nod before bolting out of the garage. 

“Cariño? Was I the first one you called?” I ask and she lets out a small ‘Hmm’, making me sigh. 

“Eloise. Listen very closely to daddy, ok?” I ask her and wait with bated breath for her to answer. 

“Ok…” she whimpers again. 

“I know I told you to stay on the phone with me, but I have to call uncle Santi, ok? I want you to keep the phone on silent and very, very close, so when I call back you can answer me, ok?” I explain as carefully as I can so she’ll understand. 

“Ok, daddy,” she replies quietly and I nod. 

“Ok. Daddy’s going to call uncle Santi. I need you to be daddy’s strong little girl, ok?” I ask her and I jump when I hear banging in the background. 

“Ok, Papi. I be so strong…” she whispers out and I proudly nod. 

“Ok. I’m coming, ok baby?” I promise her one last time before I hang up. 

As I dial Santi, I can only imagine her hugging her little catfish that the guys got her when she was born as a joke, but it actually became her favorite stuffed animal. She’s probably hugging it tightly and sucking her finger, she tends to do that still. I hit a red light and groan in frustration as worried angry tears well up in my eyes. 

I swallow thickly to shove down the tears as the phone rings for a moment more. Then I hear the click of him answering and I let out a light sigh. 

“Hey, fish. What’s up?” Santi asks as he picks up the phone. 

“Can you get the guys and get to my house quick?” I quickly rush out and he chuckles. 

“Sure I can, but why? Are you having issues again? I thought you had work at the shop today? You know-” he starts to ramble and I sigh, shaking my head. 

“No. Eloise just f***in called me on y/n’s phone. She’s scared. Hector broke in…” I rudely cut him off, yelling out when I hit another red light. 

“Oh… well, that’s not what I thought it was… Wait, isn't Hector the old handyman?” he mutters in shock and I groan again. 

“Yes, he is. We hired him back when I was still going through the divorce stuff with Maria after getting back from that last trip. Right before the year y/n had found out she was having Eloise… Then we relied on you guys when I wasn’t able to be home…” I explain to him as I stop at a red light and rub my face. 

As I rub my face, I think over the last eight years. Life was so different after divorcing Maria. When I got back from the trip to Colombia with y/n and the guys, Maria gave me the divorce papers. 

As we started the work of separating, Y/n, or Sweet Pea, as the boys call her for her being super cute, cuddly and the baby of our group, but also because she’s one super fierce woman, willing to fight back at any point, was there for every part of it supporting me in the separation from my first wife. With years of knowing each other, we soon realized that we had feelings for one another, feelings that had been there for a while. Then the next year after my messy divorce, we got married. Y/n became stepmother to my first daughter Camila and only a year later, we’re having my second daughter Eloise.

Those two years before Eloise was born is when Hector worked for us. He was the handyman y/n would call when I was at work, me still being a pilot at this time seeing as I had got my license back, and couldn’t get it done. Once I officially stopped flying to work at the shop, I found out only a few days later that he hit my wife and I immediately fired him. 

I was able to do most of the work around home after that. If I wasn’t home at times, she would call Pope or one of the other guys she knew wasn’t working so that Hector would have no reason to be around anymore. 

“Fish, you there, buddy?” Pope asks and effectively breaks me out of my thoughts. 

“Please... Just get the guys and get to my house,” I growl out in anger as I tap my fingers on the steering wheel while waiting for the light. 

“Yeah. Ok man, we’ll be there. I’ll call the guys up now,” he agrees and I sigh as the light turns green. 

“Thanks, man. I’ll see you guys there. I’m going to call Isey back. I promised her I would,” I tell him and he lets out a small ‘Hmm’ before hanging up. 

I quickly redial my wife’s number and anxiously wait for my daughter to pick up. It takes a few minutes before I hear her little voice. 

“Papi…” she whispers into her end.

“Yeah, mija. It’s me. It’s daddy. I’m almost there, ok? Uncle Santi is on his way with Uncle Will and Uncle Benny, ok?” I tell her as I continue to drive past the speed limit. 

“Ok, daddy. I’m still scared…” she whispers out and I nod even though she can’t see it. 

“I know, mija. I know. I promise you and mama will be ok,” I try to soothe her and it seems to work even just the slightest when she goes quiet. 

“Do you want to listen to Evermore, mija?” I ask her about her favorite song from the real life Beauty and the Beast, her favorite Disney movie, in hopes it will calm her. 

“Yes, please,” she whispers out and I smile slightly at the fact that my daughter still has manners even when she’s freaked out. 

“Ok mija, turn the volume on the phone down a bit,” I tell her as I pull out her CD and put it into the player. 

The CD starts to play where it left off last time we played it and I quickly search through the songs for Evermore. The song starts to play and I continue to drive as quickly as I can, before I know it I’m pulling up at my house. 

“Isey I just pulled up. I'm going to wait for Uncle Santi then someone will come get you ok?” I ask her and she lets out a small quiet ‘ok’. 

I hang up as I quietly park my car and get out, but I impatiently wait for the guys for a few minutes before Santi’s truck pulls up. The guys all pile out of the truck before coming up to me. 

“Fish, man. We’re here,” Benny says as he comes up to me and claps me on the shoulder. 

“Do you know what’s going on inside?” Pope asks and I shake my head. 

“I got here maybe a minute or two ago,” I tell him and he nods. 

“Did you call 911?” Will asks and I nod. 

“Yeah I had Danny do it as I was leaving the shop,” I explain and they all nod. 

“Ok. Let’s head in quickly. Frankie, you go find Isey and get her the hell out of there. Me, Will and Benny are going in. Once the police get here, tell them what’s going on,” Pope explains to us as he points at each of us and we all nod. 

“No way, Santi. Let Benny get Eloise. I want to be there to get him away from my wife,” I fight back and Pope shakes his head crossing his arms. 

“Will you be able to hold off from killing him?” he calmly asks me and I huff. 

“No. I am most definitely killing him if he’s touched her,” I growl out and Pope nods. 

“And that is why you are going for Isey. She’ll come out for her daddy anyway,” he explains and I pause as I think it over.  

“You're right. I’ll go get Isey, but please take that f***er out,” I ask him and he solemnly nods at me. 

“Of course, man. Just go get your daughter. We’ll get your wife, ok?” he asks and I slowly nod at him. 

“Ok, boys, keep quiet,” Pope orders as we all quietly make our way up to the door.

Once at the door, we see that it’s wide open with the handle in the wall as if it swung into the wall really hard. I gulp and all the guys pat my back before we continue into my house. When we get farther in, there’s a clear sign of a struggle taking place with some of the stuff that once sat on the kitchen counter now on the floor, broken. 

We all slowly and quietly head up the stairs. Once we make it to the top, I quickly vear off from the guys and move to Eloise’s room. The guys continue towards mine and my wife’s room as I step into the room. 

“Isey, honey. It’s ok you can come out now baby,” I quietly call out to my daughter. 

I wait a moment before I see her slide out from underneath the bed holding -you guessed it- her catfish doll. I smile slightly at her and hold my arms open for her as I nod when she falters for a moment. She then comes over to me slowly before slamming into my arms and I wrap mine around her. 

“Come on, baby. Let’s get you out of here,” I tell her quietly as I pick her up. 

“Where’s mama?” she asks before putting her thumb in her mouth and I don’t have the heart to pull it away right now. 

“Uncle Santi, Uncle Will and Uncle Benny are getting her right now. She’ll be ok,” I promise my daughter even though I’m not really sure of it myself. 

I quickly and quietly start to carry her out keeping her head held close to my shoulder. We walk out of her room and down the stairs before heading outside to the front of the house. Just as we make it out two cop cars pull up and the cops -three men and the other a woman- get out. 

“Hi sir, we got a call about a break in?” One of the officers asks me and I nod still holding on to Eloise. 

“Umm, yeah. Our old handyman Hector Dane broke in while I was at work, only my wife and daughter were home. As far as I’m aware, he’s still in there. My buddy’s from my time in the special forces are in there,” I explain to the officers and they nod as they unclip their guns. 

“We’ll go in and help get the guy. You and your daughter stay out here, ok?” The lady officer asks and I nod. 

They quickly leave and head inside and everything goes quiet. Me and Eloise wait outside with bated breath as time feels like it’s slowed down. 

“Daddy. Is mommy really gonna be ok?” Eloise asks as she pulls away from me to look at my face.��

“Yes baby. Your Uncles are in there and so are the police. Everything will be ok,” I tell her and she nods with tears filling her beautiful little eyes. 

She starts to cry and I quickly jump into daddy mode as I try to sooth her. I pull her to me again and she keeps her catfish over my shoulder as she puts her other thumb back into her mouth. I slowly start to rub soothing circles into her back and rock us in hopes of soothing her even more. 

“It’s ok, mija. You're ok. Daddy’s right here. It’s going to be over real soon,” I promise her as I continue to rock back and forth with her. 

I rock her for maybe ten minutes before an ambulance pulls up next to the cop cars. A paramedic gets out and gives me a light sympathetic smile. Time doesn’t seem to pass very quickly as we continue to wait on anything from inside the house. 

It’s another few minutes before we hear a gun fire a few times and on instinct I quickly duck down, keeping Eloise shielded. My heart speeds up again as I start to panic and everything goes quiet except for Eloise’s whimpers as she nuzzles into my neck. I stand back up and I hold her closer as I try to stay calm as time seems to pass in slow motion. 

Santi rushes out of the house, carrying my unconscious wife and I sigh a little bit in relief to see that she’s still breathing. He rushes her over to the ambulance and lays her down on the stretcher as the police walk out. 

“Papi… is mama ok?” Eloise quizzes me and I kiss her cheek lightly. 

“I don’t know baby,” I tell her honestly as I hold her tighter. 

The police walk over to the paramedics at the ambulance and talk with one of them before the paramedic nods her head. The paramedic grabs a bag and walks into our house as Santi comes over to me.

“I got Isey, man. Go with y/n,” Santi says as he reaches out to my daughter. 

She pulls back and looks at me for confirmation. I nod at her and she smiles softly before giving my cheek a kiss. 

“Hi, Isey. You're gonna come home with me, ok?” Santi coos at her before asking her and she nods. 

“Ok, Uncie Santi,” she agrees as she lays her head against his shoulder, putting her finger in her mouth.

“Ok. I’m gonna go with mama, ok mija?” I ask her and she nods before dropping her catfish. 

I bend down and pick it up before handing it to the Pope. I raise an eyebrow at him when I see his knuckles are red and split up. He takes the catfish and gives me a sheepish look. 

“So I kinda lost it on him…” Pope says and I give him an amused smile. 

“Oh so I couldn’t go in cause I’d lose it, but you lose it?” I lightly joke with him and he shakes his head. 

“I stopped before it was drastically bad, but when we walked in, he…” he pauses as he looks down at Eloise.

“I’ll tell you about it later. Go, be with your wife,” he continues after a moment and I nod. 

“Thank you. Really, I owe you, hermano {brother},” I tell him and he shakes his head.

“You don’t owe me nothin’, man. We’re familia and that’s what familia does. Tú eres mi hermano {You’re my brother} and Sweet Pea is my hermana {Sister}. I’d do anything for you guys,” he tells me and I smile what I hope to look like a gracious smile at him before patting him on the back.

“Will said he’d stay here and clean up a bit,” he tells me and I nod. 

“Tell him I said thanks,” I tell him and he nods. 

“Be good for uncle Santi, yeah Isey?” I ask my daughter and she gives me a doe-eyed look as she nods. 

“I’ll come get you as soon as I can. I love you, mija,” I tell her as I give her a kiss on her cheek and she smiles sleepily at me. 

I nod proudly at her before looking back at Pope, who gives me a light reassuring smile. He then readjusts Eloise on his hip before turning and starting to walk away. 

“Bye, daddy!” Eloise calls out as she blows me a kiss and I smile before pretending to catch it. 

I blow one back to her and send her a small wave before one of the officers walks up to me. She gives me a small smile that almost seems apologetic. 

“Sir, I know you probably want to be with your wife right now, so just give me your number and I’ll contact you about asking some other questions a little later tonight,” she tells me as she pulls a notepad from her pocket along with a pen and hands it to me. 

“Ok. Thank you so much, officer,” I reply as I take the notepad, writing my name and number down. 

“You're very welcome, sir. Only here to serve. You're good to go for now. I’ll see you a little later,” the officer tells me with another soft smile as she puts the notepad back into her pocket. 

She walks off first and I let out a sigh before walking over to the ambulance. The paramedic smiles at me before he continues to give my wife whatever medical attention that she needs. 

“You the husband?” he asks and I nod. 

“Come on in, then. We’re just about ready to leave,” he tells me as he gesticulates a wave for me to come into the ambulance. 

I silently nod before hopping up into the ambulance. I sit down next to him and let out a hiss before tears make way to my eyes as I now fully see my wife. She has bruises already forming on her and I can’t help but gulp when I can clearly make out his hand marked in red around her neck. 

“Can I… can I hold her hand?” I ask and he nods lightly before I reach out to grab it. 

“She has a broken left arm, and a few bruises. She should be fine, we just want to take her in to make sure there’s no internal damage,” he explains and I nod in understanding. 

The rest of the drive is silent except for y/n’s heart monitor that keeps a steady beat and the sirens on the ambulance. It gives me some peace of mind that her heart is still beating in the right rhythm. Before I know it, we’re pulling up at the hospital and the paramedic is starting to get out. 

I get out along with him and follow as he gets y/n’s stretcher out before pushing her into the E.R. A nurse comes over and the paramedic gives her a short summary of what’s going on. She nods before taking y/n’s stretcher from him. 

“Don’t worry, sir. We’ll take good care of your wife,” she tells me as we walk back to a room. 

“Thank you,” I tell her with a small nod of appreciation as I follow her throughout the E. R. 

The nurse nods as we continue back to a room. They run a few tests before letting me know that the doctor should be in soon. After I nod at them they both leave me in the room with her and I reach out grabbing onto her hand again as I settle in for the night. 

To Be Continued…

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Can't believe Captdelulu made a whole poll "are you still a CE fan?" with the caption "this is what you gain when you do PRs instead of acting classes" sth along those lines and muted it so that no one could call her out (a total coward!) and it's so funny cause she thinks she did something with her 220 replies. Not even a quarter of the fandom. She and her minions are a bunch of kids and they need therapy ASAP. "acting classes" lmao girlie doesn't even know all the positive comments Chris gets from the gp for his acting skills. Guess, she can't recognize talent 🤷‍♀️

Anon, 220 is a quarter of his fandom?😅

No but yes sure she made herself the spokesperson of the fandom😂

Also isn’t she still writing her mediocre fanfic and they all still drool over his characters everyday? Make it make sense sweetie pie😂

[olderthannetfic]

There's a little bunch of antis in my fandom. I wasn't aware since I knew one of them, not close, but I literally followed one of them, their somewhat leader, when they was attaked for writing half-serious hc about "what if character A stuck it the fence as hentai girl" a year or so ago and they didn't post anti stuff in their fandom blog but discuss it in discord (and I have another friend in that discord so they show me some stuff recently). And... it's so sad. For example, they complained about "podophilic content" in fandom and quickly followed with "yes I'm aware that year ago I made an aged down au where one of characters was underage but I GREW and CHANGED". Also they claim that their problem with attaks for that hc is not that they was dogpiled for harmless kinky stuff but that "I totally meant that as CNC and not RAPE ugh HOW they can think I would write RAPE STORY?". Also they ask people from their discord things like "how do you think should I wrote story where one of characters is an nazi officer? I mean as not romantisized way of course" and all others agree that "yes of course! You're not like those other people, YOU will write this as clearly bad thing, even if sexy!". Of, and the saddest thing was phrase "well if THOSE PEOPLE (proshippers) KNEW what kinks I have, they would say I'm one of them, but there's the difference: at least I'm ASHAMED". Like... how you can say this and think it's a good thing? Honestly since they are barely 19 I hope they will grow out of this, it's not healthy at all and I say this as someone who tried to converse myself from having "bad kinks" by selfharm at that age. Oh, and funny things from that discord: "I can't believe that all this cool adult authors and artists with thousands of followers in our fandom just freely make problematic content or support others who do. Why only we (they mean their friend group which consisnt from like 10 teens aged 16-20 and one 27 yo radfem) see the problem?". Like sweety, how do you think, WHY?

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"At least I know enough to feel ASHAMED" is a very standard belief for this kind of person. It's flabbergasting to them to think that some of us don't find shame to be a good thing.

[siancore]

Beloved, for the ao3 wrapped…

1. How many words have you written this year?

3. What work are you most proud of (regardless of kudos/hits)?

7. If you use song lyrics, which artist’s songs did you pull from the most?

10. What work was the quickest to write?

16. What’s your most common “Additional Tags” tag?

18. The character that gave you the most trouble writing this year?

27. What do you listen to while writing?

31. Is it necessary to watch The Walking Dead to read your Richonne? I have fomo but no to zombies and I can’t commit to anything with 11 seasons unless I already started.

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3. Every Little Thing because it's just so painful. It is the saddest, most painful, hurtful thing I have ever written, and it was nice to get it written down to channel my grief.

7. I don't think I used song lyrics this year. Oh wait, maybe something by Ho99o9.

10. It's usually one of the bingo square fills because they don't take a bunch of planning - they're responding to a quick prompt. I'd say it was Seeing the Lights. That one-shot just fell outta me.

16. Sam Wilson Needs a Hug

18. Steve Rogers.

27. I have this playlist I listen to when I'm painting, and I sometimes put it on.

31. Hehe I love that you added your own question to this.

There's a thing we call the Richonne Movie that someone made that's a video all of their scenes put together. We end up losing the link to it every once in a while as a whole fandom, but if I find it, I'll send it to you.

Separately, Rick and Michonne are really cool, interesting characters. Lot of badassery. Lot of trauma. They are literally Enemies (loosely) to Allies to Friends to Lovers. It's fucking incredible to watch, because you get this great love story, between these two hardened warriors, who are literally ONLY SOFT with one another and their kids. This mature relationship built on mutual respect and friendship between people in their 30s/40s and it's set in the Zombie Apocalypse. Like, what? Lol

You can read my stuff without ever watching the show. My favourite character to write is Rick Grimes because he gets away with so much stuff in the Richonne fandom. Seriously. You can have him murder a small village and the fandom's like, "You're doing amazing, sweetie."

There's very specific plot stuff that directly impacts who these characters are, and why it was important for them to end up together. They have never been comic book canon - they were written together in the show because Andrew Lincoln and Danai Gurira had so much great chemistry that the showrunner - who was also still a writer at the time - wrote them together. It was a slow burn, but it was so wonderful when it happened. Anyhoo, I'll shut up now, otherwise I'll be here all day talking about them.

[chayacat]

There’s no Place like Home. (Oneshot Fiction)

Fandom: Road96

Characters: John, Fanny Alex.  

Context: John is in the middle of delivery when Fanny contacts him via the cibi. Despite the long hours of driving, he still must do; he wants only one thing: to go home. Fortunately, Fanny is there to keep him company during the trip, because fatigue begins to be felt.

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Several more hours. Several more hours before returning home. See his wife. His son. His bed. And everything that belongs to him. He couldn't wait to finally open the front door, hug his wife and sit comfortably until the next orders... But for now, he had to finish the ones he had in progress. John had made almost 3/4 of his deliveries but he still had some left. And fatigue was beginning to make itself felt. He had been making his deliveries for 3 days, and he was resting quite little. And then the routine also contributed to all this.

He delivered everything all over the country. And especially products from neighbouring countries. Since the opening of the borders, trade has flowed in. And products that Petria did not have, other countries supplied them. For money or Petrian products of course. Many things have changed in Petria, the economy is gradually recovering... But it will be many more years, before the country is equal to the others in terms of competition. But at least it caught up on the novelties and others. Cinemas, libraries, hospitals, a whole bunch of new shops and buildings have appeared. For once, we can say that Petria is finally a country. John yawned when he received a call on his cibi. He took the handset and activated it to start the conversation.

“Hello?”

“Hi sweety! How are you?” responds a woman voice who was no other than Fanny.

“Hey there Mama Bear. I’m fine, just a little tired by all those deliveries I must do. I can’t wait to be done with it.”

“Do you still have a lot to do?”

“This is my last one. After that, I can go home. After 3 days of hell, I would be finally with you and Alex.”  

“Speaking of Alex...” replied Fanny before hearing John sighs.

“What did he do this time?” he asks.

“He got into a fight with three of his classmates today. The latter would have laughed at him about...us. Alex came home with a black eye.”

“And no one saw anything??”

“No. They beat him in the back of the school after class. He is sitting in his room with an ice pack. He...he didn’t want to tell me who it was.”

“We're going to have to talk about it. It can't go on like this.”

“And what do you want us to do John? we can't do anything if Alex doesn't want to tell us about it! And you know how he is...”

“So, we do nothing and let him get hit? No way! And if I have to travel in person to solve the problem, I will do it. No one hits my son, whether he is from me or not.”

“John...”

“Fine. I'll talk to him when I'll be at home. But I don't promise you to not sit idly by afterwards.”

John didn't really like what was going on at the school where Alex was. Since he had entered, he had become the target of his classmates. 3 of them to be more precise. At first it was just mockery that he is a computer genius. But there it began to take proportions a little too violent for his taste. The problem is that if he tells the director, Alex may get into even more trouble. This is not a hypothesis to be ruled out. While he was thinking about how he was going to broach the subject with Alex, John felt sleep coming little by little. He struggled not to close his eyes, yet he couldn't help yawning. A yawning that unfortunately was not discreet enough for Fanny not to hear it through the cibi.  

“You're exhausted. Did you sleep last night?” asks Fanny.

“...No. But listen...” starts John.

“John! We already talk about it! You can’t do deliveries like that without sleeping! What I'll do if you have an accident??”

“Relax! This is not the first time... And it won't be the last. I just have to tap into my reserve of chi, and it should be fine.”

“Your reserve of chi will not be the solution to your problem to your insomnia. And that's not going to save you if you end up in a ditch! John seriously, you must think about stopping more often to sleep... I don't care if you take one or two more days, but I want to see you home alive, not in a coffin. You understand?”

“Yes, I understand. Excuse me honey. I promise you that I will be more careful, and that I will sleep more often between my deliveries. By the way, it seems that Flores wants to restore the real national day?” replied John.  

“Yes. She believes that people have the right to celebrate the birth of their country. And not the one Tyrak did every year. When I think about it... This guy was thinking only of himself. To the point of putting his person before the very day of the foundation of his country.”

“I told you. So? Did she asked you to protect her? After all, you're the chief of police now. And there are still people who support Tyrak regardless.”

“She did. But I said that will put my best police officer on it. I’ll be there but with you two, to enjoy the day. But that will not prevent me from intervening, if necessary.”

“Oh, I know! I know you all too well for that. But I'm glad to know... that we will be able to celebrate this national day together. Like a real family.”

“Me too. I’ve to go. I have to do some errands for dinner tonight. John, remember to rest before you leave. OK?”

“I will. See you soon my love. I love you. And kiss Alex for me.”

“I will. I Love you too. I can’t wait to see you again. Bye...”

And it was with these last words that the conversation was cut off between the two lovers. John couldn't help but smile, he sometimes wonders what his life would have been like today if Conny was still here. Knowing the young woman, she would have solved their children's school problems in her own way... with fists. Because despite his warm-blooded temper, John was the most... diplomats of both. This is what earned him his nickname of Papa Bear by the way, in addition to his last name. But he was mostly Conny's Papa Bear. And today, he is Fanny's one. Deep down, he wondered what Conny might think up there, if she was happy to see him rebuild his life, get back on track, and just be happy too. Deep down he knew it was the case.

He finally arrived at his destination after four hours, the sun began to set to give way to the clear night dotted with stars. The last delivery boxes had just been put away, the delivery note signed, and John had only one thing left to do, find a place to put his truck for the night. Fortunately, a rest area was only a few kilometres from his position. So, he went there, drawing on his last reserves of Chi to stay awake.

The holder of the rest area, although a little sinister, pointed to a free place for him and his truck, while paying attention to his words, wanting to avoid confronting the beast in front of him. John thanked him, looking at him a little while shrugging his shoulders, he was far too tired to get upset tonight. He only wanted one thing, to go home. But for now, he was hungry and thirsty.

He had a burger with fries, accompanied by a soda, and was able to sit quietly in his truck, while turning on the radio. As soon as he gets home, he will have to clean up Mr. Grizzly, otherwise Fanny may not like it. He couldn't wait...After all, there’s no place like home, to feel better.  

* A robbery took place today in a small bank of our country. The suspects, both dressed as S&M roleplays, managed to steal $80 and then evade the police. A robot portrait has been sent to us but, due to a technical problem, we will not be able to show it to you. *

“Ha. It's always the same and we never manage to get our hands on them. And yet they are not very clever apparently.” Said John taking a bite. “I would be in their place, I would wait for the national day, the police will not be able to arrest them since they will not have the right for this day. Finally... I can't wait to go home...”

John finished his meal and got out of the truck to throw his garbage in the trash. He took the opportunity to look at the stars while smiling.

“Good night...Conny.” he said before getting back to his truck.  

In the radio...

*And remember that in two weeks, we’ll celebrating again our true national day, where everyone is invited, criminals or not. Flores said: “That day is the day when our country born. People, whatever they were, reunite for a day to celebrate and as united as ever. I want that union back. And I’ll do everything to it. Even sacrifice my health to protects each citizen.” It was the night news, when even if it’s dark, we’ll keep you informed. GNN wish you a week and before all...

A Good night to all of you. *

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(Sorry for all this time without news or other! I played Santa Claus to find a gift for everyone I love! And it's not easy! But I'm on vacation soon so I'll be able to write more often! Besides, Christmas passed rather for me, I was finally able to afford a gaming pc to play games such as DBD and other! I hope you’ll like it like the other ones! Feel free to tell me what you think about it! Have a great weekend to you all!  See ya!)  

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