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kairawrites · 3 months ago

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sweet escape.

🌺 masterlist 🌺

pairing: lewis hamilton x his wife

requested: A kiss that tastes of the food/dessert they are eating.

summary: It's your turn to host the sleepover, and the house is crawling with kids. All Lewis wants is to enjoy his favorite snack in peace, but someone else has beaten him to it.

words: 1.7k

It was your turn to host the sleepover, and Ariel and Mason, along with their friends, had been buzzing with excitement all week. Their friends always claimed that you hosted the best sleepovers, and tonight was no exception. The living room had been transformed into a comfort kingdom, a cozy haven that would make any child’s sleepover dreams come true.

The sofa was covered in blankets and pillows, perfectly prepared for you and Lewis to cuddle up later. Roscoe was already settled in, burrowed into one of the blankets. Air mattresses, each adorned with fluffy blankets and an array of pillows, covered the remainder of the living room floor. Pressed together and ready for the kids, they formed cozy nests. String lights hung from the ceiling, casting a warm, twinkling glow over the room, and each air mattress had a customized snack basket placed at the foot, filled with treats specially chosen for each child.

In the kitchen, boxes of freshly delivered pizza sat waiting on the island, their aroma mingling with the sweet scent of the homemade treats you had prepared. After picking up the kids and their friends from their respective homes, Lewis had returned to find this magical setup already prepared and waiting for the night’s festivities. The sight of it had brought a smile to his face—this was exactly what a sleepover should be.

Once Ariel and Mason, along with their friends, were fed and changed into their pajamas, you managed to get them to agree on a movie. They were going to watch Monsters, Inc., a classic that never failed to entertain. The kids settled into their cozy nests of blankets and pillows, their faces illuminated by the soft glow of the string lights as you switched off the overhead light. Lewis watched in awe as you effortlessly managed all eight of them, your voice calm and soothing as you adjusted the volume and made sure everyone was comfortable.

You were wearing pajamas that matched Ariel’s and her friends’—a cute set in soft pink with Hello Kitty prints scattered across the fabric. Lewis, on the other hand, was dressed in black pajamas adorned with Spider-Man prints, matching those of Mason and his friends. His pajama top was emblazoned with the superhero’s web design, while the pants were red with a Miles Morales pattern.

As the kids finally settled into their makeshift beds, Lewis watched you walk over, a smile playing on his lips as you let out a breath, clearly relieved that the evening was under control. He reached out, his fingers lightly touching the hem of your shorts. “Cute pajamas,” he noted.

You giggled as you glanced up at him. “Thanks, but you’re one to talk.” You gestured to his Spider-Man pajamas, and he grinned.

“Hey, don’t be mad I got the better pair,” Lewis said with a chuckle, leaning down to steal a quick kiss.

“I have something for you,” you said, reaching around him. Lewis’s eyes lit up with curiosity and excitement as you produced a personalized snack basket just for him. “The kids wanted to try the peanut butter bites, so I had to give you only two,” you said with a playful grin.

Lewis’s grin widened as he took the basket from you. His hand instantly moved to retrieve a peanut butter bite. A soft moan of appreciation was muffled as he bit into the sweet treat. He’d been looking forward to this moment all day, from the moment he found you pulling out the ingredients in the morning.

“You always spoil me,” he said, giving you a quick kiss before moving to join Roscoe on the sofa, ready to enjoy the treats.

Lewis was sprawled comfortably on the sofa, Roscoe resting contentedly against his chest as he scratched behind the dog’s ears. The kids were thoroughly engrossed, laughing at the antics of Sulley and Mike.

However, something felt off. The absence of your laughter was unusual. You were always the one who laughed the loudest at this film. Lewis lifted his head from the armrest behind him and scanned the room, searching for you.

Seeing that you were nowhere in sight, he figured you might have slipped upstairs for a bit of peace and quiet. With a small smile, he reached into his personalized snack basket, hoping to grab another peanut butter bite. To his dismay, he found that there were none left.

He set the basket aside and rose from the sofa, leaving Roscoe to stretch out in his spot. Lewis headed to the kitchen, opened the fridge, and checked every shelf and corner for any remaining peanut butter bites. His search proved fruitless, leaving him mildly frustrated. He sighed, shutting the fridge.

A thought crossed his mind—maybe, just maybe, there was one last stash hidden away in the pantry. You had the habit of storing treats in the pantry when you wanted to keep them away from the kids.

Lewis opened the pantry door, only to stop in his tracks. There you were, standing in the small pantry, looking a little too guilty for someone just grabbing a snack. Your hand was tucked behind your back, your eyes wide with surprise as you met his gaze.

Lewis raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. “So, this is where you’ve been hiding?”

“Just…getting a snack,” you replied.

Lewis’s gaze passed over your face, his eyes lingering for just a moment. He had known you long enough to recognize the subtle signs when you were hiding something. The way your eyes shifted slightly to the side and the faintest of smiles that didn’t quite reach your eyes were all dead giveaways.

He could tell you were trying to play it cool, but he could see through it. “What are you hiding back there?” he asked, a teasing edge to his voice. His expression was one of playful suspicion, a knowing smile tugging at the corners of his lips, his arms crossing over his chest.

“Nothing,” you said quickly, but you took a step back as he advanced.

Lewis leaned in, the familiar scent of chocolate and peanut butter widening his smile. “Is that the last of the peanut butter bites?”

Before he could say another word, you quickly stepped forward, covering his mouth with your hand. “Shh!” you hissed, glancing over his shoulder at the kitchen as if expecting the kids to burst in at any moment.

Lewis chuckled, his laughter muffled against your hand. You guided him by the front of his shirt, pulling him inside the pantry as he reached back to shut the door behind him. The small space felt even smaller with the two of you squeezed inside.

You tried to maintain your composure, but with him this close you failed.

Finally, with a resigned sigh, you looked up at him. “Alright, fine,” you admitted, unable to keep up the pretense any longer. “I took the last of the peanut butter bites.”

Lewis’s eyes lit up with a mix of triumph and amusement. “So, you were hiding them?” he asked, his voice full of mock surprise. “I thought you made these for me.”

Your eyes rolled, yet you allowed him to take a bite out of the bar in your hand. “What if I want them for myself?”

Lewis paused, a mock-serious expression on his face. “Then you shouldn’t have made them so good.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, shaking your head as you watched him take a second bite. “Guess that’s on me, huh?”

“Yeah, means you gotta share.” Lewis leaned in, his smile widening as he kissed you softly.

You broke the remainder of the bar in half. You held out one piece to Lewis.

“You know,” he said with a chuckle, “I didn’t kiss you just to get that bar.”

You giggled, raising an eyebrow. “Really? I find that hard to believe.”

With a mischievous grin, Lewis leaned in closer, his nose brushing against yours as he placed a second, more lingering kiss on your lips. The sweet taste of peanut butter lingered between you. You could feel the warmth of his hand against the back of your neck.

As he pulled back slightly, his eyes locked onto yours with a playful glint. “Maybe that's all I'm after,” he mumbled, lips brushing against yours again.

Despite the warmth of your husband's lips against yours, you can't help but giggle. “Why are we hiding snacks in our own home?”

The sound of your laughter pulled a smile to your husband’s lips.

“Have you seen the way those kids look at me the second they realize I have food?” His brows raised, Lewis popped the last of his bar into his mouth. “They’ve got their mother’s eyes—big, innocent, and impossible to say no to.”

The two of you stayed there for a few more minutes, savoring a few moments of quiet. Eventually, the sound of muffled laughter pulled your gaze to your husband’s.

“Thanks for sharing,” he smiled softly, gently cupping your face, leaning in for a kiss.

You found yourself pressed against the pantry door, your breath catching as his lips moved against yours with a slow, deliberate intensity. His touch slipping beneath your pajama top.

When he finally pulled back, you were both slightly dazed, your heart racing in your chest. Lewis rested his forehead against yours, his voice a low murmur. “Whose idea was it to invite a bunch of kids to our house again?”

You giggled, remembering the enthusiasm in his voice when he suggested it. “Yours.”

He groaned, shaking his head as he kissed you again, a little less serious this time, more playful. “Remind me to never get any bright ideas.”

“Don’t let them stay up too late,” you warned with a smile. “Or you'll have to wait until tomorrow to get what you want.”

“They’re not the issue,” Lewis teased, his voice soft as his fingers traced your jawline. “Keeping you quiet is.”

You gently rolled your eyes at his teasing, but your heart fluttered as his gaze drifted back to your lips.

“Get rid of the evidence,” you whispered, your smile widening as you reached behind you to open the pantry door.

But before you step out, you stood on your toes and kissed him quickly, a soft, sweet peck that was over almost as soon as it began. Lewis watched you go with a lingering smile.

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etherealising · 15 days ago

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one | christmas (baby please come home)

pairing(s): carmen 'carmy' berzatto x fem!reader | fem!reader x original male character | the bear x fem!reader

synopsis: you reunite with carmy at the berzatto family christmas, five years after your falling out.

warning(s): angst | fluff | pining | semi-unrequited love | minimally edited

wc: 7.8k

READER HAS A NICKNAME BUT OTHERWISE AMBIGUOUS

A quiet Christmas playlist drifted through the confines of the house as three friends sat gathered around the kitchen table spending much-needed time together catching up while building gingerbread houses, the various glasses of wine shared between the three of them lowering their inhibitions.

“Baby! You’re not even looking at the camera.” Natalie’s slurred words caused a fit of giggles to spill out of you as you held up your dilapidated gingerbread house whatever artistic skills you possessed washed away with all the wine swishing through your bloodstream.

You positioned yourself once more smiling at Nat’s phone as you held the slowly crumbling house, Pete instinctively leaned over to join you for the photo only for his reindeer antler headband to poke you in the eye. Both of you fell into a fit of hysterics as Nat giggled behind her phone most likely snapping blurry photos.

None of you could be sure how you’d gotten to the point of being wine-drunk on Christmas Eve. The celebrations began when Nat and Pete picked you up from the airport earlier that morning, the three of you deciding on a quiet night in with a home-cooked meal, followed by a night of Christmas festivities courtesy of Pete which you could never turn down especially when seeing how excited he always got. You remembered Natalie listing off her worries for tomorrow’s dinner as she poured the three of you wine, that first glass somehow turned into two empty wine bottles in no time as the three of you enjoyed each other’s company.

“Wait, wait we’ve got to get a picture in our matching pjs!” Pete was by far the most sober of the three of you and that was probably how he won the game of rock, paper, scissors that forced you into wearing the set of Christmas pajamas he bought you that were a replica of the ones he and Nat currently had on.

You shook your head immediately, not wanting any more photo evidence of this night, especially knowing Nat was probably sending these pictures to Mikey who would most definitely never let you live down matching with the married couple. “I think we have more than enough pictures.” The words felt heavy as they rolled around on your tongue and you couldn't help but giggle at how slow you felt like you were speaking.

Nat moved around the table to your side wrapping her arms around your neck as she leaned her chin against your shoulder and her cheek pressed into yours. “Pretty please Baby, we only get to do fun things like this a couple times a year when you visit.” She moved her face away to give what you assumed were supposed to be puppy dog eyes but was really just her concentrating extremely hard. “If you love me you’ll do it.”

You rolled your eyes pretending to be put out by the married couple, not wanting them to know just how much fun you were actually having. While you were thankful for your success and the career you built up for yourself, that meant that you spent the majority of your time traveling and working, and while it was nice to see the world, sometimes you wished you could take more than a quick beat for visits like these. You hadn’t visited Chicago as much as you would’ve liked since moving to the West Coast, which meant you saw less and less of the family that made you one of their own all those years ago. You watched as Nat and Pete struggled to set up the phone in the living room for the group photo, giggling at how they seemed to feed off of each other as though they shared a single brain cell between the two of them.

Nat waved you over once they got the phone set up, “Oh! We should do like one of those awkward photo shoots.”

You groaned, shaking your head back and forth while Pete stood next to you aggressively nodding his head in approval, the two of them were so goofy together you’re unsure why you ever thought you’d have an actual choice in how this unprofessional impromptu photo shoot was going to go. While you may’ve been inebriated that didn’t mean you were on board with every decision the two were making, but you also loved them too much to tell them no, and as you watched them excitedly try to figure out what pose to go with you figured you could feed into their inherent goofiness just this once in the spirit of Christmas.

Carmy stood in the kitchen of his childhood home watching as his mom prepared for Christmas dinner the following day, vehemently refusing any help when he offered it up but forcing him to keep her company and recount all of his culinary adventures as she worked.

He watched his mom move around the kitchen in an organized frenzy, talking to herself at points when she listed off what needed to be done next. Carmy could already see the weight of the looming festivities hanging heavy over her head, stressing her out before the day even began. While he understood and appreciated her love for food and cooking probably more than anyone considering she fostered that same love and appreciation within him when it came to the culinary arts, he always wondered why she insisted on cooking family dinner every year if it always ended in a mess.

“Oh fuck me!” The loud expletive forced Carmy from the recesses of his mind as he stared in his mother’s direction. “Carm honey, do me a favor and finish decorating the fireplace, the box of decorations is already out there.”

Carmy stood there a minute longer trying to compute the fact that his culinary excellence was being disregarded and he was being put on decorating duty, “Carmen. Can you do it or do I have to do every fucking thing myself?”

“No, uh yeah I got it.” He met his mother’s eyes nodding his head up and down in acquiesce, to let her know he had it under control.

She shooed him out of the kitchen returning to her food prep before he even made to move to the living room. Carmy quickly found the box of decorations exactly where his mom said it would be, the house was abnormally quiet he assumed Mikey was at The Beef but he couldn’t be sure he had no need to be near the sandwich shop at the moment and Sug moved out ages ago so here he was stuck in his childhood home with nothing better to do than decorate the fireplace mantle.

Carmy knew however he decorated the mantle his mom would just come behind him and fix it to her liking, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to try. Maybe if he got it close enough to how she liked she would have to do less fixing. He was surprised to find how calming decorating the mantle was, but maybe that was only because he didn’t care to impress anyone with his subpar decorating skills.

Reaching into the box Carmy pulled out the stockings each one designated to one of the Berzatto siblings. He easily hung the stockings onto the hooks on the mantle before reaching in for the last one, embroidered with a name he was sure he hadn’t seen in far too long a time. Carmy was foolish to think that because he ruined the friendship between the two of you that his family would disregard your whole existence over his mistakes.

Carmy remembered how hard he tried for the first couple of months after he’d left to get into contact with you, to try and let you know just how sorry he was and how much he missed your friendship…missed you. If you ever gave him the chance, he was sure he’d spend his whole life apologizing for that moment.

That night would haunt him forever, and his mind made sure of it, the worst moment of his life was on a constant loop anytime he got a moment of calm and quiet. Which wasn’t often but they happened enough for the hurt and pain on your face from that night to be permanently seared into his mind. And when it wasn’t memories of the way the moonlight illuminated the tears running down your face from that night, it was the overwhelming guilt that weighed on him for ever speaking to you that way.

Carmy’s hand traced across the embroidered thread of your name as though passing over it enough times would permanently thread the letters into his skin. He hesitated, unsure if they still hung the stocking long after you moved, a moment passed before he decided he would hang it if only just to catch a glimpse of something that reminded him of you. Carmy maneuvered the other stockings around in order to make space for yours trying to ignore the warmth that filled his chest at the sight of your name hanging directly next to his.

He was pulled from his daze as his phone vibrated multiple times in rapid succession, he pulled the device out of his back pocket unsurprised to find Nat blowing up the sibling's group chat, plus Richie courtesy of Mikey. He was ready to shove the phone back in his pocket when a message coming through from Richie caught his eye, his heart sped up a bit as he read it before it disappeared off of his screen.

Carmy was positive he had never opened the sibling's group chat as fast as he did at that moment. Opening the text chain he frowned at the assortment of pictures above Richie’s message doing his best to figure out what the hell he was looking at. The first few pictures were of Pete and Nat and as much as he loved his sister he wasn’t interested in seeing either of them. His thumb began swiping through the photos rapidly unsure why anyone would take so many photos of the same things over and over again. Carmy found himself stopping on one picture in particular, a picture that was neither Sug nor Pete, but presumably, the person who took the previous pictures of the couple.

There you were.

Smiling so wide it almost looked painful, a glow to your skin that made Carmy unsure if it was from the phone camera or if you were actually glowing. The picture was blurry but for the most part, he could make out your features, he would recognize you anywhere even after all the time spent apart he would be able to pick you out of a crowd with no trouble at all. That’s how deeply you were ingrained into his brain even if the last time he saw you was when you were a fresh high school graduate.

He scrolled once more the side of his lips ticking up at the same photo this time just a lot clearer, he absentmindedly saved the photo to his phone before resuming his viewing. Carmy’s eyes were always drawn to you when you were in any of the photos, at some point he began disregarding Sug and Pete entirely, giving you his full attention. He couldn’t help the quiet chuckle as he scrolled through all the shenanigans the three of you got up to saving another individual shot of you in front of the Christmas tree in Christmas-themed pajamas with matching socks and a headband with two candy canes in the shape of a heart. The sight of you smiling directly at the camera made it seem as though you were looking directly at him, a blush rose to Carmy’s cheeks at how pathetic it was for him to get so worked up over a few photos of you. He looked at the last photo a moment longer before realization dawned on him, his eyes quickly shot from his phone screen to the stocking he hung up.

Carmy scrolled through the recently sent messages he missed after staring at the pictures of you so long gathering enough information to confirm his suspicions. He quickly turned on his heel before heading back into the kitchen.

“Yo ma,” she gave a distracted hum which was enough for him to begin his line of questioning. “Is uh…does Baby still come to family Christmas?”

The older woman stopped what she was doing turning to face her youngest son with the most egregious ‘are you fucking stupid’ look Carmy received in a while. “Do I bust my ass every year preparing seven fishes that nobody ever fucking appreciates or eats?”

Carmy was unsure if it was a trick question but as his mom raised her eyebrows awaiting an answer he realized there in fact was a right answer, “Yes?”

She shook her head looking him up and down as if he were a stranger “I don’t know what’s gotten into you Carmen, it’s like you're from a whole different fucking planet. Of course, the girl comes to Christmas, we're the only family she’s got left.” She stopped speaking to pull out the pack of cigarettes she kept on her slipping one between her lips before speaking around it. “And you would fuckin’ know that if you came home once in a while Bear.”

Carmy nodded his head ignoring the last sentence as he let the information settle in, he would be seeing you face to face for the first time since high school, and the two of you would be in the same for hourse. He took his chance to slip out of the kitchen as his mother turned back to finish her prepping. He needed some time to himself to try not to work himself into a frenzy as he thought about what tomorrow would bring.

The Berzatto family home looked exactly as you left it all those years ago, the only noticeable difference was the Christmas decorations but other than that it was still your bonus home, the home you spent as much if not more time in than your own home.

The home you grew up in sat just right across the street, a family of three began renting it a year after you left for college and although it was weird to think that another family was living in the home that would always hold a piece of you, you were just happy to rent it out to a loving family. You’d try to find the time and bring them a goodie basket or something, you always sent holiday cards, but now that you were in town you could meet them properly.

You stood at the trunk of your rental car staring at the array of wrapped presents trying to decide if you should bring them all in now or just wait. Your eyes fell on the matte black sleek box, the last-minute gift cost more than it would’ve if you bought it ahead of time, you bit your lip the longer you stared at it only now feeling uncertain about the unwarranted gift.

“You sure you’re up for this?” The voice came from your side, Hayden leaned against the car as he watched you stare at the box as though it personally wronged you.

A small sigh escaped you as you turned to face him, arms crossing over your chest “Not really, no but I come home every Christmas and I can’t stop just because he happens to be in town.” Hayden looked at you like he knew you were lying but decided against mentioning it. “Thanks for coming with me by the way, I know it was last minute…how you holding up?”

Hayden shrugged before looking straight ahead, “Well my best friend has been sleeping with my wife for the better part of a year, and said wife served me divorce papers two days before Christmas so.” His voice trailed off as he gave you a sarcastic smile. “But I would say you’re having a worse day than me so it makes me feel a bit better.”

You frowned, not entirely understanding what he was getting at, causing him to roll his eyes, “Oh c’mon Baby, the kid you’ve been in love with our whole lives is home for Christmas, the two of you never even dated mind you. He broke your heart years ago and for some reason, you’re still in love with the idiot but won’t pick up the phone to tell him, and all of your relationships have failed because you’re too stuck living in the past.”

“I should’ve left your ass at home wallowing in self-pity.”

Hayden’s lips pulled into a sardonic smile as he tipped his head to you. “Well now we can wallow in self-pity together, you can stay out here in the cold looking at that stupid box, but I’ll be in that warm house drinking all of Miss Berzatto’s good liquor.”

The front door opening drew both of your attention, your heads swiveled to watch Mikey exit the house and begin making his way to you, a frown lined his face as his eyes landed on Hayden by your side confused at the extra guest you brought with you.

“Why the fuck are the two of you standing out here in the cold.” Mikey’s gruff voice felt like a balm for the doubt that was beginning to eat away at you from Hayden’s unwelcome reality check.

Hayden moved quicker than you anticipated, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pulling you into his side. “Oh you know just reminding our girl here that love sucks and it's all a fucking illusion because no matter how much you love someone they’ll always end up fucking your pseudo brother.”

Mikey’s confusion was evident as his eyebrows pinched together even more, his eyes darted between the two of you mouth opening to speak only to quickly close as you shook your head back and forth as subtly as possible.

“Hey, is your mom drinking yet?” Hayden’s question earned a hesitant nod from Mikey who was unsure if providing her a drinking partner was the best thing to do. “Great…great, well merry fucking Christmas!” Hayden pressed a gentle kiss into your temple before moving to head into the house, clapping Mikey on the shoulder as he went by.

Mikey moved to stand next to you, the both of you watching the train wreck of a man head into the Berzatto household. “What the fuck is up with that kid?” Mikey turned to look at you trying to figure out exactly what kind of mess you brought to family Christmas.

“Sasha’s leaving him.” You watched as understanding washed over Mikey’s face a small nod following as he put two and two together at Hayden’s weirder-than-usual behavior. Mikey opened his mouth to give you shit about bringing the insufferable kid with you only stopping as you spoke over him. “He’s good people, Mikey, I just didn’t want him alone on Christmas.”

Mikey didn’t have an argument for that. As irritating as Hayden could be he found himself indifferent towards the kid you called friend. Mikey was loathed to admit it and he would deny it if anyone ever asked him, but he had a secret appreciation for the kid, Hayden was there for you during a tough time in your life, he was there for you when you needed a friend or someone in your corner who wasn’t directly connected to the youngest Berzatto and for that, Mikey respected the kid, but it's not like he’d ever tell you or him that.

“Let me look at you,” Mikey’s voice broke through the quiet that had settled over the two of you, your eyes flashed to his face taking in the facial hair he'd decided to grow out. “All fucking grown up ain’t you. Can we still call you Baby or you too grown for that shit now?”

You rolled your eyes at the joke Mikey made every time you came home before turning and grabbing your bag from where you sat it in the trunk, leaving the gifts behind and moving to walk towards the house with Mikey, “As much as I regret the nickname I’m not sure if I could get used to hearing you all call me by my first name again.”

Mikey chuckled at your words, hand moving out to grab your elbow and stop you from continuing ahead. “Relax out here with me for a bit yeah?”

A frown lined your face as Mikey stopped in front of you, you could tell he had ulterior motives for stopping you, his hand moving to take the pack of cigarettes out of his pocket before lifting it to his mouth and lighting it.

“You uh, you know your little boyfriends in that house right?”

Your nose scrunched up at Mikey’s words, you could hear the teasing tone in his voice as he spoke but that didn’t mean his words didn’t make your chest ache. Of course, you knew he was here, but not until a week after you booked your flight and Nat gave you some bullshit excuse about how she just didn’t know he was coming home for Christmas. You were upset with her and rightfully so but Pete somehow still talked you into coming and so here you were pretending like seeing Carmy after so long didn’t matter, pretending like you hadn’t teared up on the drive over with your face turned to the window as Hayden drove, quietly reliving every vile word Carmy spewed at you that night in your head. Pretending as though you didn’t carry his words along with the hurt they caused within you for years like they didn’t change the way you viewed yourself and took up space in other people’s lives, maybe Hayden’s observation about you carrying the past around was more factual than you once thought.

And it didn’t matter that he tried getting back in contact with you his first year in California or that he sent flowers and a card when your mom passed saying he’d come home if you needed him to. None of it mattered because it would never make up for the underlying truth in his cold, cruel words from all those years ago.

Mikey’s eyes darted around your face watching the small changes in your expression knowing you were thinking about the past, his cigarette halfway gone as he lost you to the inner workings of your mind. He took another puff before letting it fall from his fingertips and stomping it out, the tears lining your eyes forced him to move faster as he tucked you into his chest listening to you struggle to breathe as you fought to keep the sobs from wracking through your body.

“Shh, shh, you’re okay. You can leave right now if you need to and no one has to know you were here.” His hand raised to stroke your head as he gently rocked the two of you back and forth. “Hayden will understand.”

You pressed your forehead into his chest as you willed yourself to calm down not wanting to make it obvious you’d been crying once the two of you made your way inside although it was probably already too late for that.

“Why does it still hurt Mikey?”

A deep sigh raised the older man's chest at your words, his hands fell to your biceps gently pulling you away from him. The look Mikey gave you said it all, a look that forced you to face a truth you’d been running from for the past five years. Creating a new life and pretending as though whatever misguided feelings you held towards Carmy were just that of a childhood crush.

It still hurt because you never stopped loving him.

You were thankful Mikey didn’t speak the words aloud unlike Hayden, you’d already been lectured by him countless times on this subject, Richie even jumped in from time to time to express his discontent. No one could understand why you held onto your feelings for Carmy so strongly knowing firsthand how much pain and anguish they caused you. You were scolded plenty of times about holding onto all that hurt, being told to either let it all go or talk to Carmy. You couldn’t bring yourself to do either of those things.

But you couldn’t keep living in your head and feeding into the fairytale of you and Carmy forever. You had to move on with your life at some point, and even though Hayden was correct that one moment from your past kept ruining your future, at this point, you were doing it to yourself. Although it was painful and it took some time, the broken record of Carmy’s words from that night five years ago made it just a bit easier.

“Baby,” Mikey paused on his words trying to find the right thing to say he felt torn every time this topic came up. You were a little sister to him, he viewed you in the same way he viewed Nat. He wanted the best for you, but this wasn’t it and the both of you knew it.

“Why are you doing this to yourself? I’m not saying you should forgive Carm m’ just sayin’ holdin’ on to all this hurt isn’t doing you any good.” He watched as you looked away from him, the realization clear on your face, Mikey could read you so well he knew you were tired of carrying the grief of that dead friendship around with you. His hands reached out to cup your face the rough pads of his thumb tenderly caressing your squished cheeks. “You’re finally in the same place after all this time, figure this shit out for both of your sakes.”

An exhausted sigh escaped your lips as you fought the urge to come up with some lame excuse as to why now wasn’t the right time, but there’d never be a right time for the two of you.

You wrapped your arms around Mikey’s waist once more needing the warm strong bear hugs he always provided to help calm yourself down enough to be prepared to face everyone, but also to signal you were done with this conversation entirely. You pulled out of Mikey’s grip as he gave you a look seemingly asking if you were okay, you nodded in answer, relaxing into him as he pressed a gentle kiss onto the skin of your forehead.

“Alright, let's get you inside before mom comes out here and cusses me out for keeping you in the cold.” Mikey’s hands rubbed up and down your arms to provide you with the much-needed body heat.

A genuine laugh left your lips knowing Mikey’s words were closer to the truth than one might think. Mikey moved to turn around and begin walking to the door but was forced to stop as you reached out to grab his hand. “I uh, I got you something.”

His eyebrows raised in question, “Awe you didn’t have to get me nothin’.” You rolled your eyes rummaging through your bag for the two presents and holding them out to him once you found them, chuckling as you watched him place his hands over his heart mockingly. You knew Mikey didn’t do well when it came to sentimental moments and the best you would get out of him was a joke as opposed to anything else.

You smiled holding the heavier of the gifts out to him first, “I wanted to Mikey, don’t think of this as a gift, think of it uhh…as a show of appreciation yeah?” You nodded, feeling your face warm as you let your eyes dart around so you didn’t have to watch his reaction.

Mikey smiled, finding your shyness endearing before tearing into the neatly wrapped paper and revealing a frame, his hands engulfed it from end to end. He smiled at it before you saw confusion etch across his face, “This is great Baby, yeah but uh what the fuck am I looking at?”

You shoved his shoulder before laughing at him and grabbing the frame out of his hands holding it in front of your chest, the glass facing him so he could still see its contents, “It's a trademark certification you dumbass, can’t you fucking read Mikey.” You joked to try and underestimate how big of a gift this was.

Mikey’s brows furrowed before he snatched the frame out of your hands to get a better look at the certificate sitting behind the glass, eyes snapping back up to your face with a look you couldn’t read. You shuffled your feet feeling like you overstepped a boundary you didn’t even know was between you and Mikey, “Don’t worry though I-I, put it in your name, I didn’t trademark it for myself or anything. I just remember how much you all used to talk about this, and I'm not sure if it's something you still want but I…I just wanted you to know I still believe in you. And I…I know how tough shit is lately and I promise I didn’t mean to step on your toes but…Mikey, you deserve good things too okay?”

You could hear your long-winded explanation become more emotional by the minute but you needed Mikey to know how loved and appreciated he was. He was a big brother to you, always by your side whenever you needed him, he saw you through all the bullshit with Carmy and helped you to get through your mom's death. And when you were hellbent on throwing whatever little future you didn’t think you had left away he was right there with you pushing you to see just how much you deserved to get out of this godforsaken city and make something of yourself.

“You deserve so much in this world Mikey, and I wish I could give it to you. But you need to know how much I believe in you and how much I love you, I’m always in your corner,” you paused trying to choke back another round of tears. “And Mikey I…I don’t think I would be here right now if it wasn’t for y-.”

Before you could get another word out you were once again trapped in his comforting embrace, the both of you taking every bit of love and comfort the other offered in that moment. Mikey’s head tucked into your neck as you felt his uneasy breathing through your hands clutched around him. He wasn’t the type to get emotional in front of other people, and feeling a tear of his smear against your cheek as he raised his head from your neck and settled his bearded cheek against yours, you weren’t sure if you had done the right thing by giving him the gift or not.

The two of you stood in silence as you allowed Mikey to have this moment, not wanting to make him feel insecure about you being present while his emotions ran high. When he finally pulled away you could see the leftover sheen in his eyes. He tucked the framed certificate under his arm as both his hands reached up to grab your face, his eyes found yours,

“Thank you, Baby,” the words were spoken so quietly you were surprised you caught onto them a small imperceptible nod of your head directed at him as you gave him a tearful smile. Mikey placed a kiss on your forehead before he grabbed the frame again and wrapped you in another hug.

You decided it best to leave the biography you finally wrote, printed, and compiled about him after all these years in his room, wanting him to be able to experience it in private so he could indulge in whatever feelings it brought forth.

Mikey’s head sat atop yours as your face rested against his chest, ear listening to the rhythm of his beating heart. The hug you shared with Mikey in that moment felt heavier than any other time you had the pleasure of being held in his arms. You’d be remiss not to notice but chose instead not to bring it up to him and enjoy the moment for what it was.

A moment of peace.

30 minutes passed since Michael escaped the house to do whatever the fuck it was he was doing outside. Carmy didn’t know and in all honesty, he didn’t actually give a shit either, too busy helping their mom out in the kitchen to try to give any thoughts to whatever grabbed Mikey’s attention.

He was focused in the corner of the kitchen making Tiff Sprite to help alleviate her nausea symptoms. Anyone else would have done their best to block out the rambunctious noises going on throughout the house, but not Carmy though, the chaos fueled him, it grounded him. If the house was quiet it would have been too much for him, to be alone with his own thoughts ping-ponging around in his head, waiting for a chance to drown him. So if he had to listen to his mom list off a plethora of things he needed to make sure happened for Christmas dinner to go off without a hitch while he was making Sprite from scratch, he welcomed it.

He finished his concoction just in time for Richie to walk through the kitchen, the older man trying to figure out how the fuck it was even possible to make Sprite from scratch. Gratefully taking the glass Carmy offered to him marveling at the carbonated drink in his hand.

Carmy nodded in his direction, “Yo Cousin, where the fuck is Mikey. He just fucking disappeared.” Carmy’s head swiveled around the kitchen checking whether his brother was there or not, coming up empty in his search. Richie glanced up before settling his eyes back on the drink in his hand still doing the mental math to wrap his head around what the fuck Carmy just made.

Richie jutted his head in the direction of the front door, “Outside talking to Baby.” His eyes finally focused on Carmy’s in time to see the color drain from his face at the older man’s words, the younger of the two looking as nauseous as the pregnant woman upstairs. Although he knew you were in town he’d gotten so sucked into the chaotic energy of everything that his mind hadn’t given him any time to overthink seeing you all these years later and if he knew Mikey was outside with you he would’ve made sure he was nowhere in the vicinity of your entrance, not because he didn’t want to see you or be around you but because after all these years he still had no idea how to admit every feeling he kept bottled up and tucked away from you.

“Did you not know she was coming? Your moms invites her to every holiday, Cousin, and she comes every time.” Richie knew the last bit wasn’t necessary but felt Carmy rightfully deserved it, all anyone wanted from the youngest Berzatto was a visit.

“Dudes been out there for fucking ever though, those two idiots probably just standing outside like a bunch of fucking jagoffs.” Richie left the kitchen not waiting for Carmy to follow him before heading to the front door. He stopped moving the curtain on one of the side windows to spot two of the people he considered family and a surprise plus one. He let out a low whistle nudging Carmy’s shoulder who finally joined his side nodding his head to the window.

“Awe and she brought her little boyfriend with her.” Richie’s words bounced through Carmy’s head like a game of pinball. You were seeing somebody? Carmy unceremoniously shoved Richie out of the way to get a glimpse of his own out the window, the older man did his best to hold in his laughter.

Carmy looked out the window just in time to see you snuggly pressed into another man’s side, his brain working overtime to figure out who it was before he watched the man lean in and press a soft kiss into the side of your head causing Carmy’s stomach to sink.

“When did they start dating?” Before Carmy could stop himself the question was out in the open, his voice sounded less curious and more annoyed than it should have.

Richie knew what he was about to do next would probably get him into a load of shit but he couldn’t help but want to fuck with Carmy, would you beat his ass for it later, probably but that wasn’t gonna stop him from having his fun.

“Ohh shit, nobody told you, Cousin?” Richie did his best to sound sad as he spoke, fighting to keep his face neutral as Carmy turned to look at him. “Listen, I don't think it's my place to tell you.” Richie raised his free hand and the cup up in defense.

Carmy could feel his heart speed up the longer he looked at Richie, “Told me what?” An apologetic look washed over Richie’s face twisting the feeling of despair deeper into Carmy’s chest. “Told me fucking what Richie?” He did his best not to scream in the man’s face but the longer Richie stayed silent the more Carmy was sure he was going to have a breakdown.

“Carm…she’s,” Richie paused suddenly realizing that maybe this joke wasn’t as funny as he first thought it once was but he was in too deep now. “Baby’s married.”

The tightness in Carmy’s chest intensified tenfold as his eyes traced Richie’s face for any inkling that he was lying. He could feel his palms becoming clammy as he tried to comprehend the truth bomb Richie just dropped on him. When did you get married? Why didn’t he know?

Even if he didn’t want to admit it, he already knew the answer to that last question. You didn’t want him to know, the two of you weren’t those same kids from five years ago. There was no more sharing everything that happened in your lives with one another and Carmy only had himself to thank for that.

“Don't fսck with me right now Richie.” Carmy was doing his best to hold onto whatever was left of his resolve not knowing if he could realistically spend his first Christmas home in years watching you be happy with some other man.

Before the older man could admit to his fallacy the door swung open, the man in question walking through the door.

“Yo, Richie how you been man? Tiff trynna kill you yet?” His voice drifted through the foyer as he shrugged out of his jacket while Carmy forced himself to turn around making eye contact with the man only receiving an indifferent look in return. “Carmen, good to see you home dude.”

It took Carmy a moment to realize he knew the man standing in front of him, Hayden Ivanovski was always more your friend than he was Carmy’s but the two of them got along decently enough for your sake. Carmy’s eyes flitted down to the hand stretched out in his direction, quickly latching onto the gold band wrapped around his ring finger, the truth of the situation settled heavily inside of him as he shook Hayden’s hand.

“Yeah uh, good to be back.” Carmy restrained himself from physically massaging out the ache in his chest as he stood in front of the man who succeeded where he couldn’t. He let Hayden’s hand go, tuning out the conversation between Richie and Hayden as he lost himself to the overwhelming thoughts swimming through his head moving to stand just outside of the kitchen as he leaned against the wall. There was no doubt about it, you were married, and those hateful words Carmy spewed at you in the backyard of his family home five years ago probably only helped to push you into Hayden’s embrace.

Carmy heard you before he saw you. He’d been so lost in his self-deprecating thoughts that he hadn’t heard the door open again.

All of these years, all the skipped holidays, and Carmy was missing out on you. The sight of you standing in his family home helped to calm his racing heart but then he watched as Hayden pulled you into his side, the two of you looking like a picture of love as the man leaned in placing one more kiss to your temple, conveniently staring Carmy down from across the foyer.

Carmy dropped his gaze from Hayden before focusing on you once more, the tension seemed to just bleed right out of him as he watched you glow in happiness even if caused by someone else. He was so caught up in his staring that he hadn’t realized the way Mikey glanced at him, eyebrows raised like he was waiting for Carmy to make a move he hadn’t prepared for and didn’t even know he could still make.

He’d be lying if he said the years apart made him forget what you looked like. You were still the same girl he left in Chicago all those years ago except the wand of maturity worked its magic on you, and in his opinion he thought you looked more beautiful than you had in high school.

Carmy was never one to pay too much attention to a woman’s features, and not because he didn’t care, it's just that he didn’t think it mattered, he wasn’t drawn to you because of your appearance it was just you as a person that always kept his attention. The comfort you brought him, the way he used to feel safe just being in your presence, the softness you taught him it was okay to bask in, and the way you allowed him to be vulnerable and unapologetically himself were what really kept him hooked. But as he drank in your form he learned in that exact moment why a woman might want people to notice the small things, and he made sure to do so as he stared at you from his vantage point staring around Mikey’s body. Carmy was sure he could look at you all day and deep down inside, he knew he would spend most of Christmas doing just that now that a future with you wasn’t attainable.

He was pulled from his study of you as your voice rang through his ears, the way his name sounded coming out of your mouth warmed his body.

“Merry Christmas Carmy,” he could tell your smile was forced, but even the fact that he was worthy of your attention at this moment was enough for him. “It’s nice to see you home.”

Carmy tried not to read into your words knowing you were just being friendly but the way Mikey cleared his throat and raised his eyebrows at his younger brother, he knew he needed to say something.

The moment was lost though as another voice interrupted the silence that fell over the group in the foyer.

“Baby, is that you? My goodness, you look fucking gorgeous and you brought Hayden!” Half of Donna’s body popped out of the kitchen finally gaining a spare moment to greet the newcomers. Her words mumbled through the cigarette between her lips, while she held a ladle in her right hand and the left was occupied by tongs. Her apron was covered in all sorts of sauces and whatever the hell else she was in the kitchen making.

Carmy watched as you laughed half in amusement, you and Hayden both waved in his mother’s direction. Hayden gestured for you to walk in front of him as you both made your way to the kitchen. Donna waved the tongs in Carmy’s direction, “Jesus fucking Christ Carmen, take the girl's bag and coat. Don’t just fuckin stand there.” She huffed eyes glaring the longer Carmen stayed glued to the spot. “C’mon Hayden, I need someone to drink and gossip with.”

The man wasted no time tossing his jacket atop the rest of the pile before maneuvering around Carmy and you. Richie and Mikey had dispersed at some point leaving the foyer empty aside from the two old friends. Carmy gestured for your tote, taking it out of your hand before awkwardly helping you to slip off your jacket doing his best not to touch you unnecessarily.

Carmy tried to match the small smile you gave him as you made to move around him but was sure he just looked miserable. He was surprised as you gripped his bicep before walking past him, “I uh, I actually bought you a Christmas present. So um, find me later yeah?” He watched as you genuinely smiled at him for the first time in years, unsure if the rhythm his heart was beating in was healthy or not.

A concerned look washed over your face at Carmy’s silence forcing the man to hesitantly nod his head surprised you would’ve gotten him anything after all this time. He opened his mouth to speak but settled against doing so, sure he would make a fool of himself, instead giving you a small shy smile in return. Carmy watched you a moment longer, your own mouth opening and closing like his once had before you settled on a simple nod and dropped your hand back to your side, before walking into the kitchen.

Whatever little hope that interaction had given Carmy was dashed as soon as he heard Hayden’s voice call out to you. You were happy and that’s all he ever wanted, Carmy knew he should’ve been happy for you, but he couldn’t bring himself to come to terms with the fact that all of this could’ve been avoided if he had just been honest with you five years ago.

Maybe then he wouldn’t have to watch as another man brought forth the happiness that once used to be reserved for him.

a/n: well, well, well what do we have here? gonna be honest idk how the bear fandom is doing so this series rewrite may not get as much love as the original, but that doesn't bother me as much as it used to.

some quick housekeeping as we begin this journey once more; ya girl is working full time so updates will be sporadic, genuinely have no upload schedule so please if you read this rewrite be gracious and understand i have a real life outside of fic writing. other than that please enjoy like/comment/reblog it means a lot.

i've missed you all so much please fangirl with me over these two once more! 🫶🏼🤍

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musamora · 11 months ago

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— 𝖇𝖔𝖞𝖘, 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖗 𝖙𝖔𝖞𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖗 𝖘𝖎𝖝-𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖍 𝖗𝖔𝖈𝖐𝖊𝖙𝖘 ₊˚⊹

pairing: nikolai gogol (bungou stray dogs) x fem!reader

content warning(s): not-safe for work content (18+ MDNI), lingerie, sex toys, vaginal fingering, french kissing, choking, light bdsm, top!nikolai, bondage, blindfolds, impact play, bruises, vibrators, degradation, praise, cunnilingus, cum eating, overstimulation, subspace, creampies, aftercare

word count: 3k+

author's note: i don't know what demon possessed me while writing this, but i would like to thank it because MAN this came out steamy.

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"Do you like them? I picked them each out by hand."

A festive night of gift-giving underneath a star-sparkling tree twists into some spicy seasonal bedroom moments between you and a certain jester. Knowing Nikolai, he's always finding new ways to turn up the heat.

Within the heart of a festively adorned living room, lights sparkling upon satin furnishings and iridescent ornaments, a tree stood as its masterful centerpiece—the embodiment of holiday enchantment. An assembly of flashes adorned every bough, casting a warm glow against the bubbling couple that bundled together below the branches. The more lively of the pair, a snowy-headed jester in striped pajamas, tore open his presents with the gleefulness of a child. One after another, checkered pants and sweaters, dotted scarves and bows, and magician kits with decadent engravings sat in piles surrounding the both of you.

"Do you like them, Коля?" you managed to ask between giggles, your skin prickled by the fervent kisses from your boyfriend.

"Like them? I love them!" he beamed, rocking back and forth on his bum.

His nose nuzzled into your neck, trailing butterfly kisses that made goosebumps prickle on the side of your throat. "You're far too good to me, dove." He had a dopey expression on his face, so absolutely love-sick as he stared up at you between drunken lashes—and then he remembered that you hadn't opened any of your gifts yet. He shot up from the floor with the speed of a rocket.

"My turn!"

His feet pounded against the floor as he dashed to the tree, sorting through the mountains of presents with a struggle despite the obvious difference between his crudely wrapped boxes and yours. Some others ended up rushing out of his overcoat in waves, swirling into a large pile on the floor at your feet.

You struck him with a raised brow. "Do I even want to know where these came from?"

His only response was a smirk, and you decided the best course of action was not to question him any further—you'd rather not track down the list of people he had stolen from during the holiday season, so you rolled the brief guilt away with practiced ease. Instead, you began to open your own presents, most of which you had correctly guessed would be accessories and makeup. Nikolai loved seeing you all pretty for him; he always said he enjoyed dressing up his dove in fancy clothes. You had looked into the next box, assuming it would be the same—and in your defense, you were mostly right. However, you were not expecting to pull out a lacy baby doll top. You peered around its sheer cloth to look at a suddenly still Nikolai, his smirk deepening into something much more suspicious.

"Lingerie?"

"Like it? It was made especially for you."

You didn't comment, staring at the beautiful lacework before settling it into your lap with care, shifting the last box over. It loomed over, much larger than the rest, and your hands trembled. The box was quite heavy, despite the obvious crinkle paper shaking around inside. You cracked the lid open, slowly peering in, and your eyes widened—you certainly had not expected that. Without thinking, your thighs clenched together as your heart raced at the sight.

"Look through them, dove."

The entire box was basically a model display of sex toys—vibrators, dildos, restraints, blindfolds, lube—anything you could think of. Through the sudden haze of disbelief and lust, you thought you hallucinated the sensation stirring in your lower half, only to realize that a certain someone was thumbing at your clit. You didn't even have to glance down to know Nikolai was using his ability in his favorite way.

"Do you like them? I picked them each out by hand." A finger dipped between your soaked folds, tracing smooth circles inside your pussy as he gathered slick on one after another. You released an airy moan at the stubborn sensation, unable to buck your hips as Nikolai stilled them, sweeping his unoccupied thumb across your panted lips.

"You're so easy to rile up, dove," he muttered, taking advantage of your parted lips to slide his tongue into your mouth, practically sliding it down your throat as his desperation became apparent, the need to consume you whole unraveling in his searing touches as he reveled in the way you slowly came apart.

"So pretty for me. моя гарна дівчина," he hummed like it was a little tune, twisting the straps of the lingerie in his fingers as he parted from the kiss with a string of saliva. "But you'd look even better in this little number."

You rose to your feet with his help, yelping as he pushed you towards the bathroom with a curt smack to your ass, his demeanor rapidly changing back to the comedic man you knew.

"I'll be waiting in the bedroom!"

The sheer material of the skimpy lace seemed to be woven from frosted moonlight itself, a subtle iridescence dancing along intricate handiwork. Its hem, a cascade of diaphanous layers, swirled underneath your bust to perk up your cleavage while maintaining a semblance of humility. You couldn't deny that it slipped on easily, fitting to your figure to flatter your breasts elegantly—who knows how much measuring Nikolai had to do to find the perfect size.

Your newfound confidence made it easier to slip out of the bathroom with a click, but your treacherous journey down the hall brought back your bout of nerves. You knew Nikolai was unexpected and kinky—two of his fondest traits—but you had not expected any of this in the slightest. With a deep breath, you peeked into your shared bedroom, mentally preparing yourself to enter a den of sin. However, your jaw dropped as your eyes adjusted to the dimly lit room, hysterical laughter leaving your lips.

"Y-You look so—"

The white-haired man had splayed himself on the bed in his whole naked glory, stiffened cock and all; a rose bit between his teeth and petals crumbled beneath the weight of his body, condensed into a huge pool in the center of the sheets.

"Don't be mean," he pouted between bitten teeth, swiping the flower and petals away from the bed. "I did this all for you."

"S-Sorry, sorry," you stumbled through shattered breaths, not apologetic in the slightest. He was absolutely ridiculous, but that only added to his peculiar charm. You placed a peck on his cheek, striking the sulky jester with a fond smile. "You know I love you, right?"

Nikolai's frown melted back down into that same airheaded expression from earlier, like that of a dorky puppy. His hands cupped over your own as your fingers traced his lashline, heart rate skyrocketing as he cooed at the sheer difference in size between your fingers. It would take a couple of your fingers to even—

"Hmm. You're just the sweetest little thing, aren't you?"

He pressed kisses along the wrinkles of your palms before dropping your hands from his grasp, his saccharine eyes hardening into a predatory stare. You froze as he circled around your body like a vulture, oogling at how the lingerie cupped your figure perfectly—he knew it would; you always looked beautiful in anything in his eyes. His eyes scanned you from head to toe, fists clenched as his mind raced with the dirtiest of thoughts. He hadn't planned this far ahead, but his body and cock acted before his mind.

"You're so beautiful, dove. Do you even realize how gorgeous you are?" he whispered, tipping you back until you were pressed flush to his chest. You tried to ignore the way his cock curved against your ass as if already prepared to take you, but it was too early. There was always some kind of game to play first.

"Can you feel what you do to me?"

"Коля—"

His breath prickled your skin, the hair on the back of your neck rising. "Fuck, dove." He trailed brisk kisses along your shoulder blades, a hand brushing up your cleavage to wrap around your delicate throat, making light squeezes that had your thighs clenching. "I'll be makin' you scream my name in a minute."

"A small quiz for you, sweet one." You shuddered as he nipped at your skin. "How many times can I make you cream on these toys until you begin to cry for my cock?"

The low timber of his voice made you shudder. "К-Коля."

You groaned out into the open air as he latched onto your throat. "Quiet, dove." His finger raised your chin, creating a sweet ache as you craned your head to peer into his striking, mismatched eyes.

Fuck. This had to be one of his favorite views. You stared up at him between hooded lashes; your lips parted as your chest rose between tense breaths, eyes blown out with lust as you hung onto his every word.

So fuckin' sweet.

"Only good sluts get dicked down." You gulped down your nerves as his grasp on your throat tightened. "So you better behave and lie down on the bed. Legs spread."

Without a moment of hesitation, you obeyed his request, lying on your back with your legs spread against the soft blankets. His mouth watered as he peered down at the wet patch evident through the fabric of your panties, beads of slick dripping down your thighs and the underside of your ass.

"Wider."

You spread them more, but it didn't seem to be enough as he tutted down at you with a mischievous grin. "Not wide enough, love." He smirked. "But don't worry. Let me help."

You eyed him carefully as he fished through the box of toys, eyes widening as he pulled out some of the silk restraints, testing their strength with a teasing tug. His fingers caressed the soft skin of your thighs, nails tracing down towards your ankles as he pried your legs apart, gleeful to feel you tremble beneath his slightest touch as he tied you to the bedposts. He copied the same actions with your hands, binding your wrists together over your head.

"Stay still," he muttered as a reminder, lifting your head to tie another strip around your eyes, forcing you into complete and utter darkness. You moved your fingers, your sensitivity heightened to compensate for your lack of sight. His nails traced the divots of your waist, drawing circles against the exposed areas of your breasts, hips, and thighs, adoring the meek whimpers that remained lodged in your throat.

He landed a harsh slap to your thigh, chuckling as you shuddered underneath him. "Be good, кохана. Be nice and sweet for me."

The sensation of his lips tingled your skin, caressing every part as if he was admiring a glorious Renaissance painting. He tongued and teased your flesh in torturous strokes, swathing your body in bruises as he took his time reaching your sweet center. The impatient part of you wanted to snap at him, to tell him to fuck you already, but that would only prolong the suffering, so you endured—the best rewards always came to those who held out the longest. He pressed his fingertips against your soaked panties, palming your pussy as he pushed them aside, musing at your honeyed whines.

Your heart echoed inside your chest as the room went still, those same heated hands drifting away from your skin, away from the place you so desperately wanted them to be. But then, through the thickened fog of panted breaths and subtle arousal, was a faint buzz, followed by the return of one of the hands pinning down your thighs.

"I need you to remain completely still, dove. If you can sit there and be quiet, you'll come closer to getting what you want. Understand me?"

You nodded quickly, head hovering up despite the blindfold as if to peer at the object between your legs, only to slam your head back against the bed, suppressing a moan as a rabbit vibrator circled your clit, collecting your slick on its silicon surface. It was pure torture as he repeatedly drew it away from your aching pussy, instead teasing the outside of your folds.

You were ready for him to fuck you already. You needed him to—but he never gave in to demands or pleas despite enjoying those desperate cries for more. You'd have to play his games. So you sat there and took it.

He hummed a gentle tune as he worked the toy around your clit in rhythmic, circular motions, occasionally messing with the speed before turning it back down. You let out a huff of confusion as it left your clit at the cusp of release, too hot and bothered to connect the dots as your mouth opened to question him—

"A-Ahn–! Коля, fu-fuck–!"

"Shut your mouth."

He shoved the vibrator completely inside, twisting it onto its highest setting as he worked it in-and-out of your weeping pussy, cackling as you sputtered and pulled against your restraints. Your thighs trembled under his bruising grip, slick leaking from your cunt as the dizzying sensation of bliss started to overtake your brain.

You choked down a cry as he smacked your thigh hard. "Have some self-restraint, slut," he murmured with a devilish coo, soothing your inflamed skin with a harsh grope. "I won't fuck you if you move again, so behave."

It took every part of your willpower not to buck your hips against the deliberately slow tempo of the vibrator, your muscles taut as you tightened your grip on your restraints, saliva slipping from the corner of your lips. You wore your bottom lip between your teeth, tasting metallic on your tongue to stifle your cries as you came on the toy. Without a moment to lose as you tried to breathe, your panties were pulled from their place nestled against your cunt, landing on the floor on the opposite end of the room as your pussy greeted the cold air, dribbles of cum spilling from your folds and staining the sheets.

Nikolai hated the idea of wasting even a single drop, his own body twitching as pre-cum spilled out from his throbbing cock, which he briefly palmed in his hand. His mouth attached to your clit like a starved man, feasting on your cum as he attempted to drink every last drop. You panted as his tongue dipped into your folds, teeth teasing your clit.

"Move. Fuck my mouth, sweet girl. Let me taste you."

He slurped at every last drop, relishing in the salacious swivel of your hips as you bucked into his mouth. "N-Niko—, please—p-please." Broken moans spilled out from your lips, begging him for more. "N-Need you, I need you—God, Коля–p-please–!"

Nothing seemed to be enough as the heated sensation between your legs intensified, your stomach coiling. His fingers dug into your skin, pinning your hips down as he feasted, devouring the sight of your pleasure-filled panic as you attempted to chase your own high, only for him to push against you harder. Your peak was brought about through slow, deliberate strokes of his tongue, a loud sob leaving your lips as he swallowed your second orgasm.

He would take everything you would give him. Everything you could give him.

In those moments of blissed haze, his carnivorous eyes observing as your body attempted to recoup from the ecstasy—fingers twisted in their binds as you hung onto the last threads of reality, breath evening out as you were brought back down to earth, muscles slackening as you regained the remnants of your will—he knew what he wanted to do. Had to do.

You stiffened with a groan as the blindfold was untied from your face, eyes settling in dizzy circles as your arms and legs were unbound. Your arms raised to reach out to him, to touch him, but he beat you to it, fingers intertwining with your own as he pinned them beside your head, his face buried into your neck as he panted, trying to control himself. Soft, desperate kisses seared your skin once more, drawing a yelp from you as he bit down.

"So fuckin' good," he moaned. "God—dove, I'm gonna fuck you so hard. You'll have no choice but to unravel."

Your legs quaked as the head of his cock settled between your folds, teasing your entrance. "I'm gonna break you." He squeezed your hands as your breath quickened. "And you'll cry for me like a dumb whore, unable to move as you cream on my cock."

He buried himself inside with a stuttered groan, heaving at the feeling of your pussy fluttering around him. You were more than soaked; your gushy pussy was practically melting around him. It felt so fucking good. His eyes rolled back as he felt your nails dig into the skin of his back, reddened lines trailing up his spine.

"F-Fuck—too much! T-Too much. Коля!"

He folded your thighs over, slamming you into a mating press, watching with fascination as his cock disappeared into your pussy with each thrust, creating faint divots in your stomach as he bottomed out.

He pressed down against your belly, cooing as you squirmed against his hand. "Look at you, dove." Tears streamed down your cheeks as choked sobs escaped your lips. He kissed some of them up, licking at the salty drops with a pant, cock throbbing at the sound of your cries.

"S-Shit, I'm gonna—!"

"Cum f'r me, pretty." His pace increased, hitting your sweet spot. "Just like that."

He groaned as his thrusts stuttered, spilling his cum inside of you as he brought you back to the peak of bliss one last time, moaning breathlessly into his mouth as he twisted his tongue with yours. His brows furrowed as he settled himself, slipping out of your gushing walls, trying not to harden at the sight of your combined cum. He sighed, lying on top of you with a softened smile.

He pressed his hand to your cheek, eyes adoring your state of love-drunk bliss. Your eyes hazy and glazed over, your hair disheveled and tangled up, your words stuttered and muttered out—his pretty girl. Your body desperately attempted to recover, but unlike last time, it struggled on its own.

Seems like he'd have to put you back together.

He cooed. "You're floating, малятко." His lips pressed cold kisses into your feverish skin. "Come back down to me."

You groaned, tired fingers latching onto his own. "You did so good, dove." He pecked your temple, heart twisting at the small smile that managed to perk up onto your lips. "So fuckin' good. Took me so well."

His hands dipped into his overcoat, which he had set expressly for this occasion. He pulled out a water bottle and a wet cloth, bracing your head as you took small sips. "Sit up, pretty one." You barely managed to drink a drop, eyes fluttering closed as he tried to stir you. "Take a sip. Your throat will be sore tomorrow."

He pulled at the rag, wiping off some of the sweat and cum that coated your skin. "Shhh." He cooed, trying not to overstimulate you even more as he cleaned around your pussy, which was drizzling like a fountain. His hands settled you back onto the bed before swaddling you up in his arms, listening to your sweet babbles as you slipped into slumber as he twisted strands of your hair between his fingers. "Good night, кохана. Sleep well."

коля = kolya моя гарна дівчина = my beautiful girl кохана = dearest малятко = baby

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teddyeyeseddie · 1 year ago

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The Cherrywood Motel

The Man With the Axe

rockstar!Eddie x housekeeper!reader

masterlist

(a/n: lots going on here, I am so sorry. do we hate eddie or do we hate eddie?:( )

warnings: angst, eddie is a player, drugs, alcohol, a sexual encounter, general rockstar lifestyle

tags: @yunnie-f1 @nope-thanks @meganwinchester -@daisyridleyyyy @ostricx - @aysheashea @emilyshortcake @ostricx@bebe07011 @miss-celestial-being @bblunuh @dandelionnfluff @bibieddiesgf @erisdogwood @emxxblog @r-a-d-i-0-n-0-w-h-e-r-e

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Days passed with little sign of Eddie. He locked himself away and barely peaked his head out of the room, only doing so for the odd pizza delivery. If he was honest with himself, he was wallowing.

He wasn't used to having to chase, most women simply falling in his lap at the snap of his fingers. He wasn’t used to having to prove himself to be worthy. But, to be fair all the women he had in his bed were gone by the next day, the night long forgotten as well as their names.

He knew you weren’t like that, he knew he had his work cut out for him. The drugs, money and fame didn’t impress you the way it impressed people from LA, desperate for any taste of Eddie’s lifestyle. He was always happy to oblige, gifting friends goodie bags of drugs at his parties and even going as far to have a dealer on hand at any and all times when he was back home.

He lived for a party, lived to be in the fast lane. He rode it without his seatbelt on, not fearing the inevitable crash and burn that would launch him into a life of loneliness.

So, that's where he has spent his last few days. He was either coked out, high on pills or smoking weed. Not to mention the excessive drinking that came with the pity party he was throwing himself, fueled by self loathing.

He picks up the rolled bill from the end table, running it through his line as he makes sure to pick up all the remnants with the now crumpled hundred. He groans and throws his head back once he is done, smiling widely when he catches a glance of himself in the mirror, trying to create the face of someone who is actually happy.

He walks towards the mirror, studying his face as he gets closer. He winces when he notices the bags that have formed under his eyes. There is dried puke in his hair from the endless cycle of drinking and hangovers. Hair of the dog, he would tell himself.

He doesn’t recognize who he is, the bright eyed young rock star now aged by endless nights of partying. Sure, he was still as handsome as ever but the festivities he took part in took a toll on his body.

He decides a shower would do him good. He backs away from the bathroom mirror, turning towards the shower in order to turn it on. He lets it warm up for a minute before stepping out of his pajama pants and boxers. He jumps in, letting the water soothe the ache that has settled low in his bones.

He gets out of the shower when he hears commotion coming from outside. He turns off the water, grabbing a towel before quickly drying himself off and slipping back into his pajama pants sans boxers.

He was in a rush to see who was causing all the ruckus, his hair was still dripping wet, droplets of water painting the expanse of his chest and back.

He's shocked to see you standing there, tears in your eyes as a man screams at you.

“I don't care what happened, you are going to buy me a new suit out of your little paycheck and I’m not taking no for an answer,” a man with silver hair screams, he is towering over you, veins popping out in his neck as he becomes more and more irate.

“Hey, hey, hey big man, no need to yell at the girl,”

“She poured bleach all over my suit,”

“Sir, you ran right into me, I tried getting out of the way,”

“I do not want to hear it, I’ll leave my information at the front desk. I expect a replacement by the time I finish my stay,” the man bites, turning towards Eddie who is now towering over him.

“Think you shoulda kept your head up champ,” Eddie retorts, a smirk playing on his face as he crosses his arms over his bare chest, the cool October breeze causing his hair to stand on end.

“Who are you and why are you even inserting yourself into this?” The man squares his shoulders, looking Eddie up and down.

“Kinda concerns me, you’re raggin’ on my sweets,” Eddie shoves the guy with each word, backing him up against a motel room door. He grabs a fistfull of the man’s shirt, his other hand coming to grab his jaw and force him to look at him.

“You’re gonna go about your business now aren’t you?” Eddie’s hand now moves from his jaw to his throat, successfully pinning him against the door.

“Hey! What’s all this?” A man shouts from behind Eddie. He curses to himself when he turns around, a policeman coming over to see what the problem was between the two men.

Eddie ends up in the back of a patrol car, no boxers on and no one to call.

His eyes plead with yours as the cruiser drives away, silently begging you to help him.

You push into the precinct 2 hours later, having to finish your shift before you could go and pick up Eddie. You’d drained your savings knowing it would probably cost a pretty penny to bail him out. You stroll up to the counter, asking for Eddie as you pick at the torn edge of the envelope you’d stuffed the money in.

“Hey sweets, knew you’d come for me,” a voice comes from behind you. You turn to see Eddie waiting for you, a tight t-shirt now adorning his formerly bare torso.

“Like my new digs? Apparently I’m the best junior officer around!” he chuckles and points at the writing on the chest of the shirt.

You hold your tongue when you walk towards him, simply walking past him and out the door. He follows, your silence making his skin crawl. He quietly gets into the passenger seat of your car, his hands resting in his lap as he stays silent.

“You know I could have handled it, Eddie,” you finally break the silence after a few minutes.

“You don’t know what he would have done,”

“Nothing if I would have just bought the guy a new suit! He ran into me sure but I should have had a cap on the bottle,”

“No! He was being a cocksucker and deserved a little roughing up,”

“You were drunk and high Eddie, I don't think you should be the one to decide who needs to be “roughed up” ,” you’re borderline in tears, the idea that Eddie came to your rescue making you feel so many emotions.

“I’m not gonna’ sit there and watch someone rag on you. You of all people,”

“I am not yours to protect, Eddie,” you say, your voice now softer, some of the anger leaving your body as you continue to drive.

Eddie looks over and sees the tears running down your cheeks, the moonlight causing them to glisten as they fall. Eddie thinks you’re the prettiest thing he’s ever seen, even with a red face and a runny nose he still wants to lean across the center console and kiss your tears away.

“M’ sorry,” you simply shake your head, not trusting you voice.

You pull into the motel moments later, parking in between yours and Eddie’s room.

“Goodnight, Eddie,” you say to him once you are out of the car.

“Sweets wait,” his hand grabs your arm, giving it a gentle squeeze as he tries to rein you in.

“Just leave me alone, Eddie,” you shrug your arm away from him, retreating to your room and leaving him in the cold.

That night, Eddie wallows some more. He punches the wall after a few drinks, knuckles now swollen as he tries to roll a joint. He indulges in anything and everything before walking outside and to the bar across the street.

He enters rather smoothly despite the plethora of drugs he is on, settling into a chair as he flags down the bartender. He orders a rum and coke, turning towards the dance floor to find his pick of the night. He spots a brown haired woman, dressed in a tight red dress and black heels. Eddie decides she’ll do.

Eddie turns on his flirting, bringing the woman a beverage before slipping his room number in the valley of her breasts before whispering a soft, “You know where to find me,”

She comes like a bee to honey, only waiting a few minutes to exit the bar and head over to Eddie’s room.

It’s hot, heavy and dirty.

She is loud, her moans echoing off the walls and making their way over to your room. You throw a pillow over your face, trying to do anything to drown out the god-awful moans and the pounding in your brain. You toss and turn while you have to listen to Eddie break your heart one more time.

While you sit there fighting back tears, you realize that you have no place to be upset. You aren’t interested in him. He was some rock star that would probably ruin your life with drugs and parties, he wasn’t the man you were meant to be with. But here you are, heart broken and on the verge of sobbing as you listen to Eddie praise the girl between his legs.

“Feel good, sweets?” the nickname rattles in your brain, the tears coming back as he chants her name over and over and over.

Finally they're done, the room now silent as you listen to soft rustling on the other side of the wall. You wait for a minute, waiting for the sound of Eddie’s door opening and closing, signifying that she’s gone. It never comes.

The next morning, you’re up early. The clock reads 6am as you make your way outside and towards your car after getting dressed for the day. You duck into your car as soon as the door to Eddie’s room opens, a woman in a red dress emerging with heels in her hand. Your heart sinks when you see her try to lean up and kiss Eddie. He simply turns his head allowing the kiss to fall upon his cheek instead.

Eddie woke that morning with a jump, forgetting much of last night and the name of the woman in his bed. He nudges her awake, telling her she has to go so he can make it to a meeting.

“Do you have something I can borrow? I’d like to see you again,” She purrs as she snakes her arm up his bare chest, attempting to push him back on the bed for another round.

Eddie shakes his head, pushing her hand away before getting up from his place on the bed and handing her the dress from last night.

“Need ya to get out soon,” he throws the dress in her direction before turning to head to the bathroom. He splashes water on his face, rubbing at his nose to release some of the dry skin that has accumulated there. He dries off his face before returning to the bedroom, the woman now dressed.

“I uh- called a taxi. It will be here soon,” she says. Eddie simply nods before fishing in his wallet for money to cover her fare.

“S’ only fair if I’m kicking you out this early,” she politely takes the money and heads for the door.

That’s when Eddie spots you, watching in the front seat of your car. He turns her head and directs her kiss to his cheek, waving her goodbye before ducking back into the room to avoid you. He couldn’t look you in the eye, not after that. He knew he fucked up bad this time. The first two being minor bumps in the road in his eyes, but this one took the whole fuckin’ cake.

You stay away from the motel all that day, deciding to go and hang out with Christa.

“So he’s gotten high at dinner, threatened a man and had you pick him up from the police precinct, and now he’s fucking random girls? I thought this man was into you not into trying to ruin your life,” Christa says over a glass of wine.

“That’s the thing, I don't know why I care so much. Like he is so bad for me in every way, Christa,” you throw your hands up in the air, a groan escaping your lips as well.

“Just ignore him, he’s just trying to find a little plaything to keep him busy in this little town,” You leave the Eddie talk at that for the night, the conversation naturally flowing to other things that didn't make you upset.

You return back to the motel around 10 that night, pulling into the parking lot to find all the spots by your room were taken. Groaning, you turn your car around and go to the other end of the parking lot, finally finding one. You park your car and make your way to your room, the heavy sound of music flowing from Eddie’s room and into the open air of the night.

You push your way into your room, immediately falling into bed. You kick off your shoes and strip down to your t shirt before attempting to fall asleep.

With the music and chatter that is coming from Eddie’s room, you toss and turn for a few minutes before deciding enough was enough. You’ve lost enough sleep over this man and it ended tonight. You pull on your sweatpants, throwing open your door and trudging past a few people who were seeking refuge in the form of cigs and silence.

You push into Eddie’s room, seeking him out when a girl approaches you.

“Where’s Eddie?” you question, she simply shrugs and smacks her gum as she looks down at you.

“Dunno, but if you find him, tell him we're out of blow,” you roll your eyes, scanning the room to find no trace of Eddie. You notice a line is forming at the bathroom, the person at the door banging on the it as he yells for the person inside to “hurry the fuck up,”

You make your way over to the bathroom, cutting in front of the man before you knock on the door.

“Eddie?” you shout, “Get out here!”

Eddie appears moments later, denim vest on with no shirt. He’s sweaty and flushed, mind foggy as he looks down at you.

“Heya sweets, long time no see,” he sings, hand coming to caress your cheek. You’re quick to bat it away, staring up at him with a scowl on your face.

“Eddie it is 10 o’clock at night, why on earth is your room full of people who look like they’re about to go to a honky tonk,”

“They’re my friends, see this is hic- Marc,” he shouts, pointing at the man who had been pounding on the door moments earlier.

“It’s Matt,”

“Matt, Marc. Who cares,” Eddie laughs as he walks away, he heads towards his end table, groaning when he sees they have run out of coke.

“Eddie, listen to me. These people can’t be here,”

“Again, sweets. Who cares!”

“I do!” you yell at him, hands on our hips as you try to look at least a little bit intimidating.

“S’ cute when you do that,” he points to your hips, smiling widely as he looks back up at you.

The two of you argue back and forth for a while, Eddie inevitably snapping at you in his drunken haze.

“Goodness sweets jus’ get out of here! ” he shoos you away, a man approaching him with a half smoked joint, Eddie indulging as you turn away from him and retreat back to your room.

You sit on the edge of your bed for two whole hours, listening to the beat of the music pulse through your room. You’re about to lay down when a soft knock interrupts the flow of music.

You open your door, surprised to see a barely standing Eddie at your doorstep.

“Sweets, my darling. Can you help me out?”

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tokyo-chainsaw-dragon2 · 4 months ago

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𝐌𝐆𝐒 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬: 𝟒𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐉𝐮𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

A/N: 4th of July edition headcanons lmao

Requested by: No one

Characters: Solid Snake, Venom Snake, Big Boss, Kazuhira Miller, Raiden

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 𝟐𝟑𝟒

⚠️CONTENT WARNINGS: none

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🗿When Solid Snake does 4th of July festivities, he buys an American flag bandana from himself and some matching pajamas. He does watch fireworks or a patriotic movie with you on TV and orders pizza. So it's pretty much a relaxation day for the two of you.

☠️When it comes to Venom Snake doing Independence Day things, he lounges in the hot tub while eating some cheeseburgers and drinking whiskey. It doesn't sound like much to you or him, but the instant you join him in the hot tub wearing a bikini, Venom goes all over you.

🐍Whenever Big Boss gets to celebrate July 4th, he doesn't really do anything. Or, at least you think that he doesn't do anything. He actually does go out to the roof with his gun at night and shoots down woodpeckers as he smokes.

🍥When it comes to Kazuhira Miller celebrating the 4th of July, he obviously grills hot dogs and burgers for everybody. You know his grilling skills are off the charts from experience. Kaz does let you have your burger first since you're his girlfriend.

⚡When Raiden's celebrating the 4th of July, he does the typical duty of lighting up fireworks and shooting bottle rockets in the sky. He tried showing you how, but you were too scared. He does cut up a watermelon with his sword for you to munch on as he does them.

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delopsia · 1 year ago

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Thinking about autumn in Wabang.

When the sweltering heat subsides into chilly afternoons and crisp breezes that nip at your skin. The crickets chirp a little louder, and the tree in the front yard transitions from vivid green to warm yellows and reds. Delicate leaves falling from sturdy branches and landing in the driveway, crunching beneath the tires of an old blue GMC Sierra.

It's that time of year when Rhett comes home with furrowed brows and frigid hands, grumbling about how "it's 'bout time we get them damn shirts outta the attic again." And gradually, his wardrobe begins to shift to thick flannels, cozy hoodies, and hefty jackets that insulate heat a little too well.

Those rodeo nights grow colder, and the adrenaline-laced kisses that follow get a little warmer. Festivals pop up in the fields around town, pumpkins mark the corners of Wabang streets, and corn fields are converted into twisting mazes. Fragments of broken leaves cling to the wild curls that rest on the back of Rhett's neck, picked up from wrestling with farm dogs and napping beneath trees.

Saturdays are consumed by venturing to neighboring towns to visit festivals, buying decor that you don't need, and sharing treats that you've never heard of before. The house perpetually carries the warm scent of the season. Rhett's lips taste like caramel apples and cider.

"Rhett," your palms roam across those thick, broad shoulders as you sneak up behind him, "is that apple cider or beer?"

His head tilts backward, messy hair bumping into your cheek, peering up at you through thick lashes, "You'll have to kiss me to find out."

You already know that it's cider.

It's always cider.

But you kiss him anyway.

Cowboys are the first to notice the change in the seasons. Can detect the first golden leaf of the season simply by the scent of the air. Overly familiar with the sight of extravagantly colored leaves and the musky, sweet scent that they bring. Seeing it so often that such a sight should be boring.

Yet, Rhett insists on those cheesy nature walks anyway. Content to hold your chilly hand in his as your shoes crunch through a leaf-littered path, marveling at the beauty of the season.

Sometimes those walks are filled with endless conversation, laughter loud enough to rattle leaves off trees, so wrapped up in your stories that you hardly recall what you saw. Others are quiet. No need for words as you sit on a frigid bench, unable to shiver because a warm arm has long since wrapped around your shoulders.

Sometimes the days are too cold for just an arm.

Those days end in a heavy jacket resting over your shoulders instead. Your hands tucked into pockets filled with hard candies and an oddly shaped rock that he found. And it's like the first days of your relationship all over again, giggling, bickering about who needs the jacket more, and rubbing cold noses together.

There are things that never change.

Just as the forests change color every year, Rhett brings you his jacket during every frosty rodeo. Always seems to come wandering over when the temperature drops and your skin has begun to go numb from the sharp bite of the wind.

"Y'look awful cold, darlin'," he hums, his breath like smoke, puffing past his lips in thin, wispy clouds.

"Aren't you supposed to be getting ready to ride?" The crowd erupts into a roar of cheers as you speak, nearly erasing your voice entirely.

That big arm slides around your waist, drawing you up to his burning chest, frozen lips stealing a kiss, "I got a couple minutes to spare."

He leaves you with a heavy coat draped over your shoulders, a lazily scrawn note hidden in the left pocket.

'Everything s'more fun with you :)

Archie's having a bonefire tonight. Wanna go?'

And, of course, your answer is yes, because Archie's bonfires are nothing short of spectacular. His speakers always softly hum the tune of indie artists you've never heard of, and though there's alcohol, it's never the center of the event. His wife ventures out in her pajamas, sleepily making conversation with you as Rhett and Archie argue over their idea of a perfect roasted marshmallow.

"Y'aint got a fuckin' lick of sense 'n you know it, Rhett!" If Archie's hands weren't preoccupied with crafting his wife's obligatory s'more, they'd be waving in the air. "What kinda fool chooses to char the shit outta their marshmallow?"

Rhett's head shakes, fumbling with a graham cracker, "I do!"

And that's all it takes before Archie's attention turns to you, defiantly ignoring Rhett. "Yer boyfriend's got more teeth than he does sense."

Despite the warm, crackling fire, these nights always end the same. Tumbling through the front door, all cold noses and frozen hands as you both make a mad dash for the shower, each vying to be the first to hop beneath the hot water. Limbs awkwardly tangling and bodies bumping into one another because this shower wasn't meant for two.

Then comes the honorary plaid blanket as you snuggle on the couch, not ready to sleep yet, but getting there. Your head against Rhett's chest, heart thumping in your ear, his unshaven chin scratching at your forehead.

You don't recall falling asleep, but the next time you open your eyes, you're in bed. Wrapped up in the arms of a snoring cowboy, flakes of snow pitter-pattering off the windows, listening as he sleepily asks for just five more minutes.

#rhett abbott x reader #rhett abbott #outer range #delgato's warmups #delgato's thinking #x reader #outer range amazon #rhett abbott fluff #rhett abbott outer range #fluff #tw food #tw alcohol mention #very very brief #like one sentence brief lmao

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taliesims · 6 months ago

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Some more pics

Gale doing magic in his pajamas

Halsin is a werwolf and he was going for a swim

Wyll giving Karlach some flowers

Some kisses

I have it modded to disable jealously so no one got yelled at for that second pic

And some festival fun

Gale did win the hot dog eating contest.

Also Astarion with a juice box

#my sims #bg3 save

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alwritey-aphrodite · 2 years ago

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Chapter 6 of I’ll Be Back Again To Stay

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Pairing: Santiago Garcia x single mom!reader

Warnings: none :)

Word Count: 3.5k

Author’s Note: it’s getting pretty intense (yearning. it’s the yearning that’s intense)

Just as you suspected, Inez wakes you before the sun is even fully in the sky, deep blues and rich oranges painting the view outside your window, with barely any light streaming through. But, today, and her birthday, are the only days you’ll indulge her by waking up whenever she does.

You trudge downstairs in your pajamas and get started on the coffee while Inez races over to the tree, staring in awe at the presents that await her. Sydney and Will have to get an early start to their day as well, so they’re up soon after you are.

While it’s only about an hour drive to Will’s parents, Christmas is a full day, full family affair for the Millers. It’s essentially a family reunion, just with presents and more tensions. This is Sydney’s second year braving the Miller household on Christmas, and you have complete faith that she’ll be able to hold it together.

Even so, you’ve constructed a backup plan, some issue that requires her and Will to leave early. And as much as he loves his family, you know Will’s thankful to keep this plan in his back pocket.

After a quick breakfast, Sydney and Will are out the door and Inez is back to impatiently waiting next to the Christmas tree. You join her in the living room, coffee cup in hand, and let her rip open her gifts.

It would be impossible not to smile at her pure joy and appreciation for every single gift she opens, no matter how small or large. After opening a gift that you signed, she runs over to hug you, and otherwise she shouts her thanks into the room, as if hoping that Santa could hear her.

With her ferocity, the gifts are opened in under thirty minutes and it’s still barely past the sunrise. You knew what you were agreeing to when Sydney told you she’d be spending Christmas Day with the Millers, but now you regretted that choice. As much as you loved to spend time with your daughter, there were only so many festive things you could do together that would keep her entertained.

And then you get a text.

Not sure what your plans are, but I remember you saying Syd was ditching you. You’re welcome to stop by. Toby would love the company.

You hate how broadly you smile at that, you hate the butterfly stampede in your chest. You feel suddenly lightheaded at the idea of spending more time alone with Santi, when the last time that happened you’d left kiss drunk and confused, unsure of how you felt.

You enjoyed it, that much was obvious, and the moments played on a loop inside your head. But you couldn’t place the tightness in your chest, the need to feel close to him. It was forgein and scary and you didn’t know if Santiago felt the same, if he felt anything at all.

Still, you ask Inez what she thinks, and she’s thrilled at the idea of meeting Santiago’s dog, so you send him your response.

Inez gives that two thumbs up. When should we stop over?

His response comes almost immediately, as if he had been staring and waiting for you to answer.

Whenever it works for you two. I can make lunch?

Sounds perfect, see you soon!

You shut off your phone and resist the urge to hide your face in a pillow, squeal, and kick your legs. Instead, you give Inez the devastating news that she needs to change out of her pajamas if you’re going to leave the house. She looks as if you just told her you have to return all of her presents.

“Comfy clothes?” You try to find a compromise, because today’s really mostly about avoiding tears, and she nods before trudging upstairs. You sit on the couch for a few moments longer, taking deep breaths the way you’ve had to do more often lately, before joining Inez upstairs to help her get ready for the day.

You send Sydney a message to let her know that you’ll be borrowing her car for a few hours, and then you start to make yourself presentable. You’re almost thankful for the antsy way Inez swings her legs off the bed, urging you to make your decisions faster.

Once you’ve settled on an outfit and helped Inez get all bundled up in her coat and boots, you start the drive to Santi’s house, heart pounding against your ribcage. Inez babbles on and on about how excited she is to see a puppy, giving you something else to think about before you go into a full blown panic over something as simple as seeing Santiago again.

Soon, you’re parking in front of Santiago’s house, Inez squirming to be let out of her car seat. As soon as her feet touch the ground, she’s off like a rocket, racing towards the front door, but she waits for you rather impatiently before ringing the doorbell. Her face lights up when she can hear Toby barking at the noise. You have to push down a smile at Santiago’s muffled shushing.

The three of you shout your greetings as Santi opens the door, using his leg to keep Toby safely in the house while ushering you and Inez instead. He grips Toby firmly around his middle while you help Inez take her boots off so he doesn’t rush and tackle her.

“He’s never bitten anyone, and I’ve always made sure he was ok with his tail and ears being pulled on,” Santiago assures you, waiting for your go-ahead before releasing Toby, as if you’d change your mind now and scoop Inez up before rushing away. Instead, you nod and remind Inez to be gentle.

Toby’s tail is wagging comically hard, barking happily when Santi lets him go. He rushes over to you first, remembering you from your previous visit, before he heads over to suss out Inez. She pats him on the head, as gently as she can, and it must be good enough for Toby because he flops over for some belly scratches.

“Merry Christmas,” Santiago tells you as you trail deeper into his house, Inez and Toby lagging behind in his front entrance. You answer him with a smile.

“Thanks for inviting us over, I know Inez has been looking forward to seeing a puppy.” You make no mention of what you want, of how deeply you seem to crave spending time with Santi.

You let your gaze wander, scanning from the kitchen to the living room to the front door, taking in the aspects of his home you didn’t notice the first time around. It’s sparsely decorated, with a few touches of red and green and twinkling lights thrown around. It still feels unbelievably cozy, somehow extremely warm and homey in a way that makes you want to sigh in relief, makes you relax more against the kitchen counter.

Maybe it’s the deep brown hardwood floors that make his house feel so comfortable. Maybe it’s the way it smells like sandalwood and laundry and something so distinctively Santiago. Maybe it’s the dog toys strewn about the floor, the dishes drying in the sink, the pile of throw blankets nestled by the couch.

A smile creeps across your face when you recognize the blanket he’d unwrapped from you yesterday, thrown across the back of his couch. It makes your heart ache, seeing it there in his home, out in the open. You almost want to cry, in a way you can’t quite explain. You want to reach across the counter and pull Santiago into a hug, but you don’t. You can’t, not now.

Now, Inez and Toby have made their way into the living room, giving you a perfect way to watch them play and still remain close to Santiago. It’s like you’re magnetized, and you can’t possibly be away from him, there’s something keeping you two close.

“No family plans?” You ask, an attempt to break the ice that had settled, not knowing the way you were prying Santi apart.

“No, uh, not this year,” he clears his throat, looking beyond uncomfortable, and guilt rises in your chest but he keeps going, “my siblings are all down in Florida, they’ve got their own families now and it’s too much shit to coordinate.”

He feels exposed, far too vulnerable for sharing a piece of typical information. You’d been trying to make conversation but Santiago’s so closed off that even something so simple as that makes him feel ripped open and inspected. His family’s a sore spot: he hasn’t seen his siblings since his mother’s funeral, before he ran off to Colombia to try and prove to himself that he’s a good person.

“Me and Inez normally spend Christmas alone, go see a movie or something.” He recognizes your response for what it is, something to placate his nerves, to offer something in return. He sees the gentle vulnerability, the truth buried under the seemingly casual statement: you have no true family beyond Inez and Sydney. He’s grateful for it, feels a warmth spread through his body at the idea that you noticed his discomfort and wanted to dispel it.

He casts his gaze around, searching for something to talk about, for anything to say that isn’t ‘I want to kiss you’ even though that’s all he wants to say. Instead, he says, “Well, you two are welcome here every year.”

A smile blooms on your face, followed by the sweetest laughter he’s ever heard. He wants to memorize everything about it, memorize the way your eyes crinkle and your breath catches in an almost-snort. It’s entirely endearing, and a small, angry, scared part of Santiago hates it. But he tries to ignore it, focusing back on your gorgeous smile and hoping you don’t notice the dopey look on his face.

Your laughter fades out, replaced by a gentle smile as you watch Inez play with Toby, snatching his toys away from him before he can reach them while his tail wags so fast you’re worried it’s about to fall off.

“He always has so much energy, maybe he won’t need a walk today.” Santiago comments, watching the scene unfolding in the living room from the other side of the kitchen counter. You turn, just a little, and catch sight of the easy smile on Santi’s face, almost as if he isn’t really controlling it and just can’t help himself.

You want to tell him how good he looks, that happiness is a good look on him, but you pull your comments back, refrain from making things any more awkward than they already are. You’re just glad that Inez can’t sense the awkwardness, because she’d say something to Sydney and then you’d never hear the end of it.

The morning passes with you and Santiago talking at the kitchen table, sharing stories over coffee mugs. Inez plays with Toby until they both tire out, and then they curl up on the couch together, eyes glued to the Christmas movie playing on the TV.

As time passes, the awkwardness dissipates more and more, until the air feels electric and your heart feels light. It’s nice, spending time with Santiago like this, with no expectations or prying eyes. It’s just the two of you, Inez entirely occupied in the living room, and it’s perfect. It feels like home.

“Are you getting hungry?” Santi asks after a glance at his watch, noticing how the time approaches noon. You’d told him before about how early Inez made you wake up, and the groggy morning that followed, including your minimal and slightly rushed breakfast. Your heart picks up at the way he remembers such little things about you.

“Hey, Squish!” You shout out, grinning at the way her and Toby pop their heads over the top of the couch to look over at you. “What do you want for lunch?”

“I can choose anything?” She asks, looking skeptical.

“Anything you want,” Santiago reinforces with a nod.

“Grilled cheese?”

“Is that your favorite?” Santiago asks, with a genuine curiosity that makes your heart melt. She nods eagerly, a toothy grin on her face. “That’s my favorite too!” Santi tells her with a genuine smile that only grows at her look of excitement.

The best part about his reaction is the fact that you aren’t sure if he’s telling the truth or not. You suspect it’s just something he said to see that smile on Inez’s face, but his own smile was so genuine you believed him too.

Santiago rises from his seat, heading into the kitchen amidst Inez’s little cheers from the couch. You follow him, taking up your spot at the counter again. You watch him cook, watch the way he lays out the ingredients and turns the stove on, watch as he follows the recipe by heart.

You try not to focus on his hands, how large they are, how soft but firm. How gentle he looks handling the bread, but how lethal handling the knife. Two distinct sides of him take form, one that is gentle and loving and warm, and one that is a trained killer.

It’s easy to forget about that aspect of his life with how rarely he talks about it. With all of the things he keeps to himself, his job is perhaps his safely kept secret, along with his feelings and past in general. Trying to get anything beyond the surface is like trying to pry open a clamshell.

You don’t want to push him, but you want to know the pearl he hides inside. You want him to know that you’d treat it with the utmost care, cradle it as gently as you once cradled Inez, pressed safe and close to your heart.

But, instead of saying any of that, you bury it deeper and ogle his hands.

You’re genuinely amazed by his grilled cheese making abilities: every single sandwich comes out perfectly golden and crispy. Inez’s eyes light up when she sees her plate, thanking Santi profusely as she shovels her sandwich into her mouth.

During lunch, you talk about puppies and Inez’s favorite presents and the things she likes to do. Santiago listens to it all with rapt attention, clinging onto every word Inez speaks. It makes your heart positively burst, watching the way he interacts with her, the way you can see in his eyes that he genuinely cares about what she has to say.

It’s almost too much, this wave of feelings that are beginning to overtake you. Somehow, you manage to contain yourself, instead offering to do the dishes since Santiago made lunch.

“Absolutely not, you’re the guest.” He says, rising and taking the plates out of your hand, “Besides, it’s Christmas. You should be relaxing.”

“So should you.”

He sighs dramatically, conceding to let you help with the dishes. He washed and then you dry, working together to put them back into the cabinets. The way his kitchen is set up, you’re pressed shoulder to shoulder at the sink, so close that you can feel the heat bleeding through his crewneck.

There’s a part of you that wants to turn and bury your face in his neck, inhaling his scent and his warmth, but you damp down that urge and focus on putting the plates back where they belong.

As you’re putting dishes away, Santiago is taking out three mugs, all with various festive designs on them.

“Hot chocolate?” He asks, and you nod eagerly, absolutely adoring the way he tries to tamp down his smile at your reaction.

He does that a lot, you’ve come to notice. Most of the time, he tries to shield his emotions, fighting back smiles or disappointment with an empty, neutral sort of look. But his eyes always give him away. You find yourself looking into those deep, gorgeous brown eyes more and more, trying your hardest to figure him out.

You think you’re getting better at reading him, but you really have no idea and no way to find out if you’re correct. Still, you’ll stick to your inferences and assumptions about him, and continue to stare into his eyes as if they’ll betray his deepest, darkest secrets.

He tops all of the mugs with whipped cream, adding sprinkles for Inez, before handing one to you and making his way over the couch.

“Careful, ok? It’s hot,” he tells Inez, waiting for her to sit all the way up before placing the mug into her little hands.

You sit down beside Inez, with Santiago pressed against your other side. You can feel the heat radiating off of his body from where it’s pressed against yours, and you’re convinced it’s one of the best feelings ever. Santi lets Inez choose a movie, flipping through channels and searching streaming services until she found one she liked.

She was passed out within the first 30 minutes, slumped against a throw pillow with her legs thrown across your lap. The excitement of the last few days, combined with the grilled cheese and hot chocolate, was the perfect recipe to get Inez to nap, something you hadn’t managed in quite some time.

Even though Inez sleeps all through the movie, and halfway through the next one, you still enjoy yourself. You and Santiago talk quietly, both about the movie and whatever else pops into your mind. Randomly, you’d get hit with the realization that this is the happiest you’ve felt in a long time before immediately choking those feelings back down.

Eventually, your exhaustion started to catch up with you too, and you felt your head slowly lulling to the side. Suddenly, your head is on Santiago’s shoulder and you feel him stiffen, immediately preparing to apologize and pull away when he exhales deeply, settling a gentle hand onto your knee.

You melt into him, and even though your head is bent at an odd angle, you’re more comfortable than you can ever remember being. There’s just something about being so close to him that just feels right, something that pulls the two of you together. You stay like that for a while, even letting your eyes close for a few moments.

When they open, Santiago glances down at you, a gentle smile gracing his features, looking as if this is the most natural position in the world. Reluctantly, you pull away, rolling the stiffness from your neck and shoulders.

“We should probably head out,” you say reluctantly, glancing between the clock and where Inez is stirring.

“Alright,” Santi replies, looking around as if for an excuse to keep you for a few hours more, “but I have something for you before you go.”

With that, he rises off the couch, taking a second to reset his body and stretch his stiff muscles before he wanders off to find whatever it is he wants to give you.

When he returns, it’s with a small, flat box, wrapped up in red checkered paper with a green bow. It’s clear that he wrapped it himself, and your heart constricts at that realization.

“You didn’t need to get me anything,” you tell him as you gently take the gift from his hands, starting to slowly rip the paper.

“I know, but…” he trails off as you slip the package from the paper, nervous to open the slim box.

When you do, you can’t help the gasp that escapes you.

It’s a necklace, with two little colored stones: one for Inez and one for you. You can feel tears pricking in the corners of your eyes as you look up at him, nerves plastered across his face.

“Sydney helped me pick it out, said you’d like it.”

“I-I love it, really.” You say, propelled up to your feet and wrapping Santi in a tight hug, pressing him as close to you as possible. “Thank you.” you whisper into his neck, content to stay there forever, or at least until you get your emotions under control.

“Of course,” he breathes into your hair, giving you one last squeeze before letting go.

“We should get going, Will and Syd’ll be back soon.” What you really want is to stay forever with Santiago and Toby in this little house, warm and comfortable for the rest of your life.

Instead, you scoop up a still sleepy Inez and make your way to the front door, tugging your shoes on and carrying Inez’s in your hand. The jewelry box is safely tucked into your coat pocket, and then there’s nothing left to do.

Santiago presses the softest kiss to your cheek as he opens the door for you, one you return as you exit, Inez waving goodbye from your arms.

There are so many emotions fluttering around your chest, rampaging your heart, and you’re more confused than you’ve ever been. You want to tell Santiago how you feel, but you can’t do that if you don’t really know what you’re feeling. It’s a gentle torture, one that has you holding back tears as you buckle Inez into her car seat.

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honey-rye · 2 years ago

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Yuletide Headcannons!

- Mikey's favourite holiday. he takes it Very. seriously

- makes everyone dress festive for the entire month of December, no one gets out of it Leo

- they all stay in their pajamas, and have this huge feast prepared by Mikey, April, and Raph

- trading gifts is chaotic af. no one labels anything other than an initial. they make a game out of guessing who got who what

- Raph makes a Yule Log cake. (it's delicious)

- Leo serenades the fam with It's beginning to look a lot like, quismois

- Donnie hates Christmas music, unless it's Tchaikovsky's the Nutcracker

- Leo also gets Mikey to help him make a Yule Pot Roast on the Winter Solstice (it's surprisingly good)

- April spends more time with the Mad Dogs than her own family

- Cass has her first Hamato Christmas and makes sure they have a snowball fight (it becomes a new tradition)

- they spend new years in the Hidden City, it's the most beautiful celebration they've ever seen, (they've seen one too many Times Square ball drops)

- they meet up with Sunita at Run of the Mill, they find out Hueso throws a killer party

- Splinter takes the exact same photo every year to show how his family has grown

- he also forces them to watch Lou Jitsu in Decease Difficult, not a spinoff of Die Hard, a Christmas movie

Happy Yuletide, or whatever it is you celebrate at this time of year :)

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noisycowboyglitter · 3 months ago

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winterfollows · 2 years ago

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GET TO KNOW THE MUN .

what’s your phone wallpaper : a photo of my family's dog, Piper.

last song you listened to: The Chain - Fleetwood Mac

currently reading : catching up on my tumblr dash

last movie : The Last Unicorn (it's a comfort movie. one of my favorites since I was small)

last show : if streams count, Secret Sleepover Society. Otherwise Moon Knight (I blame @normaltothemax <3)

craving : iced matcha latte + lychee jelly

what are you wearing right now : my pajamas; black star print pants and a Hades t-shirt

how tall are you ? : 5'1''

piercings / tattoos ? : just single ear piercings for now, no tattoos. I'd love for that to change! I have a wishlist.

glasses ? contacts ? : both; I change it up depending on needs or if I'm working an event with a historic dress code. I'm -very- nearsighted.

last thing you ate ? : a bowl of cereal and a mug of apricot oolong.

favorite color(s) : green, silver, wintery blues.

current obsession : tumblr rp, D&D (I need a group so bad y'all), playing with colorful eyeshadow.

any pets : my partner's dog (Toko, husky mix with a side of Creature) who lives with us and my family's dog who lives with them, Piper (corgi and queen of all she surveys). I've been pining for a cat.

do you have a crush right now ? : I'm engaged to @faelty but, like, don't tell him I have a crush on him. Gawd. Embarrasing. <33

favorite fictional character : Zevran (Dragon Age), Yennefer (Witcher), Elrond, Haldir, Erestor, Glorfindel (Lord of the Rings), but lately I've been REALLY into everyone's OCs! Let me love them <33

last place you traveled : I was a vendor at the local fairy festival/renfaire two weeks ago.

tagged by: stolen from @dalishflame

tagging: steal it from me!

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fourseasonsfigs · 2 years ago

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Junzhe Extended Universe (JZEU) Fig Index

These figs celebrate the acting and filming history of both Zhang Zhehan and Gong Jun. I've noted the character(s) in italics next to each post for easy searching. I'll also add a character listing for each actor at the bottom of the post since it's easy to get individual characters mixed up (at least by me!)

Part 3

Yuechu with Peach - Dongfang Yuechu

Chulian on Lake - Dongfang Yuechu & Qing Lian

Xu Si is Rising with the Wind (Handcrafted) - Xu Si

Part 2

Pearl of the East China Sea - (young) Lin Shu

Home Country World - Han Ye

Your Highness, Calm Down - Han Ye

No Regrets - Han Ye

Masked Prince - Han Ye

White and Gold Han Ye - Han Ye

Black and Gold Han Ye - Han Ye

Long Feiye Motioning his Guard Forward - Long Feiye

Meet Han Ye in the Rain (Official) - Han Ye

I See You Han Ye (Official) - Han Ye

Niuniu Wants to Fight - Xu Jin

Prince Han Ye (Handcrafted) - Han Ye

Little Sugar Man - Zhong Wumei

Little Daoist Priest - Dongfang Yuechu

Niuniu with Bun - Xu Jin

Little Jade Daoist - Dongfang Yuechu

Moonlight Night - Long Feiye

Yuechu Yin Yang Landscape Figures - Dongfang Yuechu

Small Winecup Qinglian - Xiao-Zhe

Accidental Medical Exam - Lingyue - Ling Rui & Wang Yue

Night Night - Long Feiye

Dongfang Yuechu (Handcrafted) - Dongfang Yuechu

Marilyn Ming Xia - Ming Xia

Battle Damaged Niuniu - Xu Jin

Tianshu Beichen - Dog's Blood Drama - Long Feiye & Han Ye

Daoist Priest with Sugar Gourd - New Year's JZEU Series (13) - Dong Fang Yuechu

Fifth Sister - Zhong Wumei

Prince Rich - Han Ye

Princess Xixi - Xia Yanxi

Incomparably Beautiful Hair - New Year's JZEU Series (12) - Ji Fa

Peerless Little Prince - New Year's JZEU Series (11) - Zhong Wumei

Master Gong Xue - New Year's JZEU Series (10) - Wei Ying

Spicy Police Flower - New Year's JZEU Series (9) - Huang Weiping

Part 1

Early Mid-Autumn Festival: Moon Rabbit Lantern Daoist - Dong Fang Yuechu

Clever Little Daoist - Dong Fang Yuechu

Cool Little Daoist - Dong Fang Yuechu

Zhongpei - Zhong Wumei & Pei Yuntian

The Bravest - For Your Safety - Zheng Zhi

The Flaming Heart - I'm Always Here - Huo Yan

Lingyue Love at First Sight - Ling Rui & Wang Yue

Early Mid-Autumn Festival: Sweet Tangyuan Little Daoist - Dongfang Yuechu

Genius Investor - Xu Si

Xiao Yue is Coming - Wang Yue

Ink and Wash Daoist Priest - Dongfang Yuechu

Niuniu Flying a Kite - Xu Jin

War-Damaged Prince - Han Ye

Bright Boy - (young) Lin Shu

Firefighter Huo Yan - Huo Yan

Graceful Prince - Han Ye

Don't Go to Work, I'll Take Care of You - Zhao Fanzhou & Zhang Min

Minguo Military Husbands - Ming Xia & Fang Yan

Han Ye with Sword - Han Ye

XuXu - Xu Jin & Xu Si

Irregular Daoist - Dongfang Yuechu

A-Han and Xiao-Zhe Drinking Wine - A-Han & Xiao-Zhe

A-Han and Da Shixiong - A-Han & Da Shixiong

Pajama Party - Fang Yan (cross posted from Junzhe fig index)

Tanghulu Niuniu - New Year's JZEU Series (2) - Xu Jin

Xue Shao - New Year's JZEU Series (1) - Xue Shao

Xiaohui Lang - Xu Jin

Jade Waist Slave - Xue Shao

Han Ye and Ji Fa Hidden Knife - Han Ye & Ji Fa

Han Ye and Xu Jin Battle Couple - Han Ye & Xu Jin

Lingyue - Teddy Bear - Ling Rui & Wang Yue

Lingyue - Delivery - Ling Rui & Wang Yue

Hamburger Xu Si - Xu Si

Bedtime Game - Fang Yan (cross posted from Junzhe fig index)

Firefighters - Huo Yan & Zheng Zhi

Fat Head Qinglian - Xiao-Zhe

Sweet Shenping - Lin Shen & Huang Weiping

Prince Han Ye on Horseback - Han Ye

Luminous Club - Fang Yan & Gu Chijun

Here's the listings of the TV series / films for each actor, followed by the character played. Thanks to Wikipedia for basic information as well as general Google and Twitter searching.

Character List - Zhang Zhehan

Why Love You: Xia Yanxi

Ni Shi Hen Mei: Xiao Zhi

Love For Hope: Zou Xiang

Eager to Create: Ah Le

Haunting Love: Li Ming Yan

Crazy for Palace: Xiao Hao

Palace 3: The Lost Daughter: Sun Heli

Incisive Great Teacher: Jin Renbin

Cosmetology High: Pei Yuntian

The Romance of the Condor Heroes: Ye Lu Qi

Crazy for Palace 2: Xiao Hao

Love YunGe from the Desert: Liu Xu

Nirvana in Fire: (young) Lin Shu

Ban Shu Legend: Wei Ying

ACG Hero: Zhang Wei

Decoded: Han Bing

Demon Girl (I and II): Ming Xia

Happy Mitan: (cameo) Dian Xiaoer

Above the Clouds: Ke Luo

Legend of Yunxi: Long Feiye

The Bravest: Zheng Zhi

Brother (short film): Wang Yue

Chang Dao Bing Cha (short film): Xiao Fei

Mi Fang (short film): Xiao Fei

Mian Ju (short film): Xiao Fei / Xue Shao

Everyone Wants to Meet You: Zhang Min

The Blooms at Ruyi Pavilion: Xu Jin

Word of Honor: Zhou Zishu

1921: Xiao Zisheng

(TBD) The Second Sight Fall in Love: Yang Jingyi

(TBD) Castle in the Time: Gu Chijun

(TBD) Zhao Ge: Ji Fa

(TBD) Retro Detective: Huang Weiping

Character List - Gong Jun

Sword Chaos: Bi Lu

Lost Love in Times: Yuan Che

Advance Bravely: Xia Yao

Unique Lady (I & II): Zhong Wumei

Flavor It’s Yours: Lu Weixun

The Love Equations: Zhao Fanzhou

Begin Again: Ling Rui

Word of Honor: Wen Kexing

The Player: Ren Yixia

The Flaming Heart: Huo Yan

Shining Like You: Fang Yan

Dream Garden: Lin Shen

Legend of Anle: Han Ye

Rising with the Wind: Xu Si

Fox Spirit Matchmaker: Yue Hong: Dongfang Yuechu

[go back to Master Fig Index]

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jobrookekarev · 2 years ago

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Merry Christmas Here’s To Many More

Chapter: One of Three

Words: 4,177

Summary: Jo, Alex, and their three girls Luna, Helena, and Edith enjoy some Christmas festivities, including Christmas lights, hot cocoa, seeing Santa, and spending time together as a family.

It’s basically three different snippets of the Karev Family doing different Christmas activities with the last chapter on Christmas Day.

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy.

Relationship: Alex Karev/Jo Wilson.

Characters: Alex Karev, Jo Wilson, Luna Karev, Helena Karev, Edith Karev and Resses the dog.

Rating: General Audiences.

Additional Tags: Christmas, Toddlers, Baby, Christmas Lights, Hot Chocolate, Cookies, Santa Claus, Snow, and Resses the dog.

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Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays everyone! I probably won’t finish this till after Christmas, but I hope you all enjoy it anyway!

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Alex hopped into the driver's seat and started up the car in the garage. He turned on the heaters and both of the seat warmers so that it would be cozy and warm by the time Jo and the girls got in. The temperature outside was dropping quickly and the weather forecast was saying it would freeze overnight. After he ran back into the mudroom, Reeses was waiting for him. The chocolate lab stared up at him with the saddest of pouts, the one he always got when they started getting ready to go anywhere.

“Alright, you can come too,” Alex said, grabbing the leash and harness from where it was hung up next to their other coats.

Reeses immediately started jumping up and down and wiggling with excitement, making it difficult for Alex to attach the harness to him. Yet, Alex just smiled at the excited dog and gave him an extra belly rub as he finally attached the harness. He dropped the leash and let it drag on the floor as he walked into the kitchen and around the living room looking for Jo and the girls.

Seeing that Jo and the girls were nowhere to be found, meaning they probably weren't ready yet, he opened the baby gate at the bottom of the stairs and jogged up with the Reeses following behind. They headed upstairs and immediately went into the nursery. There he saw Luna sitting on the floor playing with the toy keyboard and smashing the keys to play her made up song. Edith was laying on the rug under the play gym as she reached for the hanging orange fox. While Jo was over by the changing station wrangling Helena into her pajamas. Helena fussed and wiggled making it difficult for Jo to get her dressed.

“Hey Lena, what's wrong?” Alex said, looking over Jo's shoulder as Jo tried to put her foot into the tan reindeer onesies pajamas.

Luna and Edith were wearing the same pajamas and looked like tiny tan reindeer. Jo tried to get him to wear the adult version, but he refused at first. Jo promised she wouldn't tease him and that no one would see him in them, but he refused. She had managed to convince him to wear them for Christmas eve and Christmas morning, he couldn't spoil all her fun and they were very comfortable.

So while Jo was wearing her reindeer onesie, he was dressed in jeans and a tan t-shirt. Jo tried to zip it up quickly before Helena could wiggle out of it, but Helena kicked her way out and Jo let go of her foot and let out a huff of frustration.

“Dada!” Helena yelled, reaching out to him as she thought he'd save her.

Yet, Alex took Jo's place and managed to put her foot back in and zipped up the pajamas before she could unzip herself. He did it so fast that Helena didn't have time to fight him and just stared down at her pajamas in surprise.

“I think, she thinks we're trying to put her to bed early,” Jo said as she knelt down next to Luna and pulled her into her lap as she fixed her hair.

“Helena guess what we're going to do?” Alex said in an over-excited voice trying to catch her attention. “We're going to go get hot chocolate and cookies and go see Christmas lights? You want a cookie, yeah?”

Helena paused, as she stopped fussing and wiggling around and looked up at him. “Cookie?”

“Yeah, baby, we're going to go get cookies,” Alex said with a smile. “Now should we get your blanket and your shoes and go get a cookie?”

“Yeah cookie,” Helena said, wiggling out of his arms as he set her down.

She ran over to get her favorite fluffy pink and flowered blanket before she also grabbed her favorite stuffed animal. A little Mariners moose. Alex had no idea why it was her favorite, but it made her happy so he didn't complain.

“Mama me cookie too?” Luna asked, looking up at Jo in concern.

“Yes, baby you're getting a cookie too, so don't worry,” Jo said, putting a hand on her back as she reassured her. “Come on, let's go get your blanket too.”

Luna ran to grab her favorite blue moon and star blanket from her bed. Jo picked up Edith and the white blanket with forest creatures from under her, she also grabbed the hanging fox to put on her car seat. Alex picked up Luna's favorite stuffed animal, a little gray elephant, and handed it to her. Alex looked around the room to see if they needed anything else. The room was surprisingly clean, even Helena and Luna's toddler beds were made. He still felt like he was forgetting something, but the diaper bag was downstairs, and the girls were in pajamas with their blankets and stuffed animals. That seemed to be everything.

“Ready to go?” Alex asked reaching down to pick up Helena as she ran back to him.

“Yep,” Jo said with a smile as she took Luna's hand and all five of them went back downstairs.

It took them a little longer to get down the stairs as Luna insisted on walking down and Helena wanted to join her. The two two-year-olds took it one step at a time being very careful. Neither Jo nor Alex complained, they weren't in any rush and the coffee stand would still be open if they left five minutes later. Finally, they got the girls in the car. They were all snuggled up with their blankets over them and their furry friends, and Reese's in the trunk behind them, as he and Jo climbed into the front.

“Are you going to go to Starbucks or one of the little coffee shops?” Jo asked as she turned around in her seat to check on the girls.

“Nah, I was just going to go to the little coffee cafe up the road since they've got the pink cookies and the good hot chocolate,” Alex said as he clicked his own seat belt and waited for her to sit back down and put on her seat belt before he started to pull out of the garage.

“Which one? The Whidbey Coffee place on the corner by Meredith’s house or Moe’s next to the farmers market?” Jo asked, glancing over at him.

“Umm the one with the white sign,” Alex said with a shrug, there were so many little coffee cafes and drive-thru stands around Seattle, he honestly didn't bother learning the names of them. The only coffee stand he knew by name was the one outside the hospital.

“Okay Moe’s then,” Jo said with a nod.

Alex just shook his head and chuckled as he pulled out onto the street.

The other neighbors had put up a few lights including them. Although Jo had nervously stood on the grass while Alex put them up. The girls were all napping inside as Jo held the baby monitor. She was worried he would fall off the ladder and seriously injure himself as so many of their ER patients had. So he took a bit of extra precaution and was able to hang a string of lights across the house. Then, with Jo’s help, they put up some lights on the bushes and trees. It wasn't much, but it was a bit of Christmas magic that Alex enjoyed.

Tonight they were on the hunt for something a little bit more elaborate. They slowly passed by the other houses adorned with lights or blow-up Christmas figures. Some even had those laser light displays. It was lightly snowing, but that wouldn't stop them. It wasn’t sticking to the roads, but with the temps dropping tonight, who knows what could happen. Alex slowed down as they passed by a house that was lit up with white lights and had that snowman from Frozen he couldn’t remember the name of.

“Look girls, this house has Olaf,” Jo said as she reached back to them and pointed to the blow-up Disney snowman.

“Olaf!” Luna and Helena squealed together with excitement as Alex pulled over in front of the house so they could get a good look at it.

He glanced over at Jo as she giggled with excitement. A large smile was across her face as she too stared at Olaf. Although she would never admit it, Frozen was her favorite Disney film too. They drove on, seeing a few more houses on their way. When they were a few blocks from the cafe, Edith started fussing a bit, but it quickly turned into loud crying as the car filled with her screams.

“Oh no, I bet she's hungry,” Jo said as she reached back with her hand and tried to soothe Edith, although it wasn't much use.

“Hang on kiddo, we’re only two minutes away,” Alex tried to reassure her as he glanced back at her in the mirror to see her red and angry face in the other mirror on the seat facing her.

“Alex, where's her pacifier?” Jo said as she turned around to rifle through the diaper bag to find her pacifier.

“Oh shit,” Alex said as he realized what he had forgotten earlier.

Jo just paused as she looked over at him with wide eyes. They had taken all the pacifiers out of the diaper bag to wash them like they do every Friday, but they forgot to put them back in the diaper bag.

“Should we turn around and go home to get one?” Alex asked as he looked at the road as they approached a stop sign.

“No, we're closer to the cafe and I'll just feed her there, plus she'll fall asleep without one,” Jo said with a huff as she turned around to Edith.

“Okay,” Alex said as he drove a little faster to reach the cafe.

Jo reached back and ran her hand through Edith's hair, pushing off the hat on her head as she tried to soothe her baby. “I'm sorry sweet girl, we'll be at the cafe in just a minute and Mama will feed you.”

“We’re almost there,” Alex said as he turned onto the street of the cafe and looked around for a place to park.

“Mommy, why is Sissy so loud?” Helena asked, sending Edith a stink eye look.

“She just wants to be fed, she's really hungry,” Jo explained as she glanced back at them in the mirror on their rear-facing car seats to see that Luna had her hands over her ears.

The girls loved their baby sister when they first brought her home. They often tried to play with her as best they could. However, they were a bit jealous of the attention she got and they didn't like it when she screamed. Jo and Alex tried to help them understand that Edith was just communicating and even it out by spending time with them while Edith napped. They started to get used to it more, but they still had their moments when they were annoyed by her. But Alex knew that was just part of having a crying baby sister.

“Sissy too loud, be pat'ent, E-dee,” Helena said as she also put her hands over her ears too.

“Mommy why Sissy no be pat'ent,” Luna asked, looking over at Edith with a slight scowl as the baby continued to scream.

“Being patient is hard for babies, I remember when you two were babies and it was hard for you guys to be patient,” Jo said as she slightly teased them with an affectionate smile.

“Daddy make her stop cry!” Luna shouted at him over Edith’s screams.

“I’m trying as best I can,” Alex assured her as he eyed the cafe up ahead.

Meanwhile, Jo still tried in vain to soothe Edith as best she could. “Oh, my poor baby, I know you’re hungry.”

“She need use her wor’s.” Helena said with a firm scowl, very disappointed in her sister’s behavior.

“Do you remember how we talked about how babies cry to communicate? This is her way of telling us that she’s hungry and wants to eat right now,” Jo explained as she glanced back at them to see that they were still glaring at Edith.

Alex couldn’t help but chuckle. “She'll use her words eventually, but for now crying is all she's got.”

“I don't like it,” Helena said with a shake of her head still with her hands over her ears.

Jo and Alex didn't help but exchange a look as they tried to contain their laughter. That phrase was something that they and the daycare teachers often used. It was a phrase that Helena in particular had heard a lot from them, as her behavior often broke the rules at daycare and at home. So it was funny to hear the same phrase coming out of her mouth.

They finally made it to the corner coffee shop and Alex finally found a parking spot. As soon as they parked, Jo immediately jumped out of the car and ran around to Edith’s car seats. She pulled open the door and reached in to unbuckle Edith’s car seat.

“It's okay sweetie, just a second. I got you, I got it you,” Jo kept talking to her and reassuring her, although did nothing to help Edith’s incessant cries. Jo knew those cries all too well and she knew the only way Edith would stop crying was if a bottle or boob was in her mouth.

“Mama out,” Helena said, jiggling around in her car seat and trying to wiggle herself out of her car seat straps.

“Just a second baby, I'm going to get Edith out first,” Jo said as she undid the first strap, it was a little difficult as Edith was throwing her arms and legs around.

“I'll get you and Luna out,” Alex said as he got out and came around to them.

“Daddy out!” Helena said, even more demanding, kicking her legs incessantly.

It seemed that Helena and Edith got the same Karev tantrum kicking trait. Jo knew exactly where they got it from and she glared over at Alex as he was getting Luna from her car seat.

“Luna stay right there sweetie,” Alex said, as he sat her down next to them, Luna knew exactly what to do as she stood next to the car door and waited for Alex to get Helena out of her car seat.

Finally, Jo got Edith out and was doing her best to sway and calm her baby. However, she was still screaming so Jo decided to just feed her now rather than waiting to sit down in the cafe. So she unzipped the reindeer onesie and undid the strap on her nursing bra. Then she moved Edith so she could get a good latch. Edith fumbled for a bit. She was so frustrated that it took her a second to get latched on. When she finally did, they both let out a sigh of relief as she began to eat. It was quiet now as Jo looked up to see the snowfall and smiled at the silent night.

“Did you find her a pacifier?” Alex asked as he came around, holding the girl's hands.

“Nope,” Jo said as she looked up at him with a smile.

“I suppose that works better. I left the heater on for Recess, but let's make this quick and we can finish the hot chocolate in the car,” Alex said with a smile before he looked down at Helena and Luna. “Alright, you two ready for some cookies and hot chocolate?”

“Yes!” Both Luna and Helena said as Helena jumped up, and Luna started to tug on his hand to go into the cafe.

Alex let go of the girl's hands as he held open the door for them, but Helena and Luna stayed close looking back at them as Jo grabbed Helena's hand and walked in with her.

“Why don't you three go find a place to sit, you girls follow your mom and stay close to her. Daddy will get you hot chocolate.”

“And cookies?” Luna asked, begging him with big blue eyes and pouty lips.

“Of course,” Alex reassured her with a smile as he gave her a wink.

“Yay,” Luna said as she followed Helena and Jo to a table by the window.

Jo helped the girls sit down at the table and crossed her legs as she propped up Edith and continued to feed her. Edith was content to just nurse and as Jo looked down at her, her eyes closed and she was making the happy little grunting eating noises that all her babies made when they ate. The only exception was Luna. When she was a baby, she would just sigh in contentment and drink her bottle more slowly. She also liked to stare up at whoever was feeding her. Helena and Edith would just gobble down as much milk as they could get whether it was a bottle or the breast. Jo always thought that they got their eager manners from Alex and he couldn't argue with her about it. Especially when she had numerous photos of him shoving food in his mouth like it was his last meal on Earth. At least as toddlers, the girls had some manners now.

“Hey girls, do you guys see the reindeer?” Jo said she pointed at the paintings that were on the window. There was a reindeer and Santa with some mistletoe and snowflakes.

“Santa reindeer,” Helena said as she pointed at the reindeer.

“You're right, it looks like Santa's reindeer,” Jo said with a smile as she nodded. “Which one do you think is Rudolph?”

“That Rudolph Mama,” Luna said with so much confidence that Jo absolutely believed her, despite the fact that she pointed at a reindeer with a back nose.

“I think you're right, baby girl. That is Rudolph. And there's a snowflake and a Menorah,” Jo said as she pointed to the other drawings on the window.

“For Un'le Leve,” Helena said as she looked back at her.

“That's right Uncle Levi celebrates Hanukkah and has a Menorah. Did you guys like going to Uncle Levi's for Hanukkah?” Jo asked as the girls nodded and went back to looking at the window.

Levi and Nico had hosted the last night of Hanukkah at his place and invited all of their friends and family. The girls loved all of the food, especially the Sufganiyot and Levi gave them far too many. Levi's mother also spoiled them. Then she complained to Levi and Nico that she wanted a grandbaby sooner rather than later, much to their embarrassment.

Soon enough, Alex was back with the four hot chocolates and cookies as he sat down next to Luna and her and handed the girls their cookies and hot chocolate. “Alright you two, eat your cookies before we get in the car.”

Alex bit into his own cookie as Jo sipped her hot chocolate and they watched the girls dive into their treats. He put an arm around her shoulders and glanced at Edith before rubbing his thumb over the soul of her pajama foot.

“I'm not sure they should be having this much sugar before bed,” Jo said looking at the girls as they devoured their pink cookies.

“Nah, it'll be fine,” Alex said with a dismissive wave of his hands. “The sugar will cause them to crash before we get home.”

“Yeah or be hyper wiggly toddlers in their car seats,” Jo said, giving him a look.

“So you want me to take the cookies away from them?” Alex said looking back at the little girls, knowing there was no way that was happening.

“No, I suppose it will be fine,” Jo said, looking over at them with a smile.

“Jo relax,” Alex said, leaning in to peck her lips. “You worry too much. They'll be okay with the little sugar before bed. It's Christmas after all.”

“I suppose you're right,” Jo said with a smile.

“Oh, you hear that Edith, Mama said I was right. I better write it down in the history books,” Alex said as he looked over at Edith with a smile.

Jo just sighed and rolled her eyes as she poked him with her elbow, but he laughed. She reached out and took a sip of her hot chocolate. It had a little hint of peppermint that she liked. They sat in the cafe, watching the cars pass and the girls eat their cookies and get crumbs all over each other and the table. Jo drank her hot chocolate and Alex ate his cookie as they couldn’t let their girls have all the fun. Before long the cookies were gone and Edith was done feeding. Alex took her from Jo and put her on his shoulder to burp her as Jo put her bra on.

Then they got back in the car and strapped the girls back in before they drove off in search of Christmas lights. Jo glanced back at Edith in the mirror and watched as she desperately tried to stay awake. She blinked with heavy eyes, but Jo knew that it was a losing battle. Still, she fought sleep every single day.

“How about this neighborhood?” Alex said, pulling in as they spotted a few Christmas lights and he slowed down as they drove past.

“Oh yeah, this one has some nice lights,” Jo said as he pulled up to the first house. The whole neighborhood was decked out in lights that sparkled and shimmered.

The first house that they pulled up to had multi-colored lights strung up and down the eaves. All the trees were decorated in different colored lights and it had candy canes going up the driveway. There was a snowman and snowflakes in the windows and a star on the chimney. It also had a blow-up Santa in his sleigh that waved back and forth.

“Oh,” Jo said with a sigh. “That one looks really nice.”

“Yeah, it does,” Alex agreed as he slowly rolled past it to the next one that was just as equally elaborate and beautiful.

They kept going through the neighborhood and seeing each house. All of them had twinkling lights and blow-up displays. They even saw one with a Santa stuck in the chimney that made everybody giggle. As they kept going the girls started to grow quiet and Jo suspected they had fallen asleep. After a while, Alex parked so Jo could turn around and peek at the girls. Sure enough, they were all fast asleep.

“We should probably head home,” Jo said in a whisper as she turned around and sat back in her seat.

Alex just smiled and then held out his hand and Jo instantly put her hand in his. “Or we could keep driving for a little bit longer. It's been a while since we’ve had a date with just the two of us.”

“Technically, it's still the five of us and Reeses,” Jo said with a smile and a raised eyebrow.

“Are you sure he's not asleep?” Alex said looking in the rearview mirror.

Usually, Reeses would be standing in the back, but he didn't see the dog and that probably meant he was asleep too.

Jo turned around and just shook her head and she looked back at him. Alex then took the opportunity of them being parked to lean in and kiss her lips. She let things get heated as Alex snuck his hand under her sweatshirt. However, as his hand went higher Jo quickly slapped his hand away.

Alex recoiled and pulled back, shaking his hand. “Ow, why’d you do that?”

“Because we are not doing any funny business in the car with three kids asleep in the back,” Jo said, but she still laughed and smiled. “That's just asking for trouble, so if you want anything more than a kiss, we can go home or we can keep looking at Christmas lights.”

“Alright, I said we could have a date night so let’s keep driving,” Alex said as Jo sat back and as he moved the car back into drive

They continued their drive around the neighborhood, looking at a few more houses. Jo kept holding his hand and Alex kept glancing over at her. Every time she got his eyes she smiled at him. He was right, it had been a while since it was just the two of them on a date and he missed spending time with her alone. However as it got later in the night, Jo started to get sleepy and laid her head back. Alex wasn't too surprised she always fell asleep on long car rides. A few minutes after she grew silent, he glanced over at her to see that she was asleep.

“Alright, time to go home,” Alex said to himself as he took his family home.

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139 notes - Posted January 30, 2022

If Portwell gets broken up in the next episode (or the last) over two weeks and extenuating circumstances, that’s bad writing. If season 3 had been a whole semester season (or half a semester, however long the last 2 have been) like the others and we saw the gradual deterioration of their relationship in a way that made sense, then I could roll with it. I don’t think they would break up in those circumstances, because I think they work really well together, but it would be better than breaking them up because EJ can’t spend time with Gina while directing an entire musical in 2 weeks that’s going on a major streaming service for the world to see. You can’t even say this shows how their relationship would go in other stressful circumstances, because first of all from what we saw of them last season the behaviour they’ve shown this season doesn’t even match, but second, they will never be in circumstances like these again. And it certainly won’t be the norm for them.

Are we forgetting that EJ went to this camp specifically wanting to enjoy it with Gina? He’s not choosing this. If he were to say screw it all and hang out with Gina, everything would fall apart. Literally everything. Of course Ricky can afford to be there for Gina and hang out with her because he has significantly less responsibility. It’s not fair to say he’s the better person for Gina when you look at the reason EJ isn’t the one spending all this time with her.

Also, all the people who are making these comments about how they’ll laugh if Portwell breaks up, how Portwells are idiots and “delusional,” etc., why? Why do you feel the need to be so rude about a ship that isn’t even unhealthy? I may not ship R*na, but I don’t think it’s toxic by any means. I have my reasons for not shipping it. I could see it, if the show was giving me better reasons to ship them than him being able to support her at a time when if EJ wasn’t forced into sucky circumstances, he would have been there supporting her and having fun with her the whole season. If Portwell gets broken up, okay. You don’t have to rub it in our faces or be rude about it.

I still have hope, and I’m going to say that knowing people might later make fun of me for it because they have nothing better to do. I have hope because I love Portwell, and some of their scenes together have been the best I’ve seen from romances in general. They’ve had amazing build-up, and I will always cherish my experience with this fandom and the excitement we all had last season as we saw them get together. It’s been a fun time.

175 notes - Posted September 6, 2022

I don’t understand why they couldn’t have left Portwell as a cute high school relationship where they're unfortunately going two different directions, realize that together, communicate about their future, and come to a respectful breakup where they’ll have their good memories, and they’ll always care about each other in some way. That’s more consistent with these characters, it respects the shippers and the characters, and it’s something that happens in real life. I still think with the Portwell we saw in season 2 they could have worked out (like, they’ve always been in somewhat different places, like him having his future planned out and hers always being up in the air as discussed in the couch scene, but they still understood each other and connected, that’s part of why they work so well), but if the writers needed to break them up, that would at least be better than destroying them and making them out of character.

Seriously, why did the writers act like Portwell was bad and would never work? And now, acting like Gina didn’t have feelings for EJ. I feel like I’m being gaslit as a viewer. How can you spend all of season 2 making me not want to ship R*na, pouring everything into making Portwell one of the best relationships ever, give two characters incredible growth, and then try to backtrack and act like none of that happened. When I saw the way these characters looked at each other and acted around each other. This is bad writing, plain and simple.

It’s not just a matter of liking one ship more than the other. If R*na was handled better, if they found a way to handle Portwell respectfully in a way that made sense, I could have been on board. Imagine if they had let Portwell unfold more like Jack and Gina’s airport episode, where they’re cute and fun but at the end of the day Ricky is the one she really feels things for. Because the way they wrote Portwell, it feels real and important and they’re so clearly in love and happy together. It’s not just this cute little midgame ship, they have a connection like I’ve never seen. They fake date, they scheme together, they do so much for each other and they have so much effort put into their relationship only to have it torn apart and treated like it was never important.

Also, once again, EJ has fallen in love with a girl and she doesn’t love him back (Gina was definitely in love with him too but whatever the writers want to gaslight us into believing I guess. Which is so dumb because you can love more than one person in your life. Why did they feel the need to completely destroy every bit of Portwell after working so hard to make us ship them). Pointing this out isn’t prioritizing EJ in the relationship, it’s pointing out the crappy writing. Why are we doing this again. I think the writers must hate EJ or something because he never gets serious songs, of the main four he has the least time spent on him (other than this season with Nini being gone), and the writing this season for him was just awful.

And this sucks for Gina because she’s having to put in the emotional work again with Ricky, which I discussed in this post so I won’t get into again. Do they hate Gina too? She wanted the guy who shows up, and Ricky hasn’t really done that yet, not in a meaningful way because it was just him hanging out with Gina because he didn’t have any responsibilities while the only reason EJ wasn’t “showing up” for her like normal this season was the pressure on him, and he still found ways to encourage her and make sweet gestures like picking her flowers. Ricky should be putting in so much more work.

It’s sad for so many reasons but in large part because it’s going to be hard to watch the show from here with how all the relationships were handled. I wish I could love R*na and ignore the bad writing, but I can’t. And they could have been such a cute couple.

293 notes - Posted September 14, 2022

I don't want to hear people saying Ricky was the first one to really recognise Gina's accomplishment in getting the lead, and I definitely don't want to hear people saying EJ isn't being a good boyfriend or that he wasn't proud of her or any of the EJ slander I've been seeing.

EJ came to this camp wanting to enjoy one last summer of having fun and being a kid before going off to college and now he's being forced into directing an entire show in TWO WEEKS, a show that will be on Disney+ and therefore viewed by the entire world, and now he has to act in it, and he's been given no help. He doesn't even have directing experience. If he screws up it doesn't just reflect on him but all the people he cares about who are in the show with him. And it's IN FRONT OF THE ENTIRE WORLD. Not only that, EJ as a character has a drive to succeed and excell and be liked so this already stressful situation is going to be even more stressful (if you know about the enneagram and/or you're a type 3 you KNOW). That's not even mentioning the amount of pressure we know his dad already puts on him.

EJ has all of this pressure on his mind and obviously wants to talk to his girlfriend about it, someone who would understand because part of why they connected is their similar ambition and drive and desire to perform well (they're both type 3s), but he waits because his first priority is giving her flowers and letting her know he believed in her and that's she's a star and she looks so happy, she says "you have no idea how much that means to me." As she talks about her feelings about everything, you can see EJ actively listening, and when she talks about being worried about not being enough you see him nodding because that's something they can both relate to, but then when she starts talking about how many lines she has and the play at large you can see him struggling to stay focused because of COURSE that's going to remind him of the pressure on his back at the moment. EJ didn't waltz into the cabin talking about his issues and ignoring Gina's accomplishment in getting the lead, he didn't even bring up his stress until Gina asks.

I don't know about you guys, but if I was told I had two weeks to direct a show that would stream on Disney+, with my zero directing experience, and then I would be acting in it on top of that, I would be stressed out of my freaking mind. Most normal humans would. And EJ is 18 YEARS OLD. He's just a kid and now he has all this weight on him and people are mad that he's stressed? He's trying his best please leave him alone. He's obviously still trying to be a good boyfriend to Gina on top of everything. He took the time to handpick flowers for her and tell her she deserves the lead and listen to her even though he's stressed out of his mind. When Gina comes to ask him to explore the woods he's apologetic about not being able to go and you can tell he's sad because he came to this camp wanting those kinds of experiences with her and now he can't and he doesn't want to hurt Gina and stars I feel for him.

Anyways if you can't empathise with EJ's situation then please keep his name out of your mouth.

459 notes - Posted August 10, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

people are acting like stancy being endgame would be the end of the world. when j*ncy is a relationship that began with j*nathan taking pictures of nancy undressed, which he then went so far as to develop...it’s so nasty and I still can’t believe they got together anyway. all they have is “shared trauma.” That’s all that holds their ship together, and guess what? all of the characters have shared trauma. i could keep going about all the reasons i don’t ship j*ncy, but there are plenty of posts out there that do that for me, and i think the him-taking-pervy-pictures thing is really valid enough reason to be anti j*ncy.

but stancy. they were both so young and dealing with a lot of fricked up crap. both of them made mistakes. but they’ve changed a lot, and they’ve grown and matured and figured themselves out. i think two people can be unfit for each other at a time in their life (especially if, you know, you’re in a love triangle where the other person you’re into is someone who you keep being forced to spend time with so you have “shared trauma” and creepy old men telling you that’s love) and maybe it’s the wrong time, then grow on their own and come back together when they’re both in a healthier place. i think that’s beautiful.

i still think nancy and steve are the most supportive of each other. and i’m so done with people being like “oh poor j*nathan this will hurt him he deserves nancy” but like. what does nancy get out of this relationship???

also people being mad that the everyone is “shoving” stancy together...it’s better than some random creepy old man telling them to hook up in his bunker like freaking murray did to j*ncy. this is different because it’s their friends (PEOPLE THEIR AGE) being like “hey we have eyes something is going on here my dudes.”

steve and nancy spent a very long time apart, and they’ve both changed a lot...it’s not something that’s coming out of left field and being shoved on us lol. it actually makes sense. people are too butt-hurt about j*nathan and j*ncy to see that. it bothers me how angry people are getting about the POTENTIAL of stancy (and not tagging posts appropriately but whatever) when it’s like. we’ve had to deal with j*ncy for three seasons basically. three seasons of this unhealthy relationship that started with j*nathan violating her privacy and never offering a true apology. great. but stancy is so offensive. okay yeah sure.

870 notes - Posted May 28, 2022

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