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kazoosandfannypacks · 2 years ago
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Emma's First Perfect Christmas- CUT CONTENT!
As I write, I end up cutting out a lot of dialogue and scenes, throwing them in a special place I like to call "the cryochamber" to save them to use later. It's later, so here's some dialogue, scenes, and other tidbits that, while I dearly loved, ultimately didn't make the final cut in my Christmas fic for @booksteaandtoomuchtv, Emma's First Perfect Christmas.
Thanksgiving dinner at the Charming’s farmhouse was over. Henry and Killian were in the kitchen washing dishes, little Neal was taking an afternoon nap, and Emma sat in the living room with Mary Margaret, David, and Regina. “I think this one’s been our best Thanksgiving yet.” David said. “Dad,” Emma said, “this is only our third Thanksgiving together.” “So?” “It’s not like there’s a lot to compare it against.” Emma shrugged. “But it was a lovely meal.” “Thank you.” Regina and David both said at the same time. There was a moment’s pause, and Mary Margaret spoke up. “So, David and I were discussing… now that we don’t have any crises we’re facing, and since we’ve finally got Thanksgivings down, wouldn’t now be a great time to start, I don’t know, celebrating another holiday?” “What did you have in mind?” Regina asked. “Christmas?” Mary Margaret suggested . Emma bit her lip, hoping Regina would be the bad guy again for a moment and shoot down the idea. “That sounds like a lovely idea!” Regina looked up at Emma. “We’ve got quite a few years of Christmases with our son to catch up on.” “We’ve missed out on quite a few with our daughter too.” David and Mary Margaret. “I’m not a little kid anymore.” Emma said. “You guys don’t have to make up for everything I missed out on as a kid.” “It’s not just that.” Mary Margaret said. “There’s so many traditions and moments and memories that we could be having.” “Christmas is the closest thing to magic this land has outside of Storybrooke.” Regina said. “What would be a better place to celebrate it?”
Christmas had never meant much to Emma Swan. She’d been in the system for half her Christmases, and even when she had a family at Christmas, she still couldn’t catch the Christmas spirit. She was thankful that Storybrooke seemed oblivious to Christmas- it hadn’t been celebrated in twenty eight cursed years, and it’s hard to create new traditions and memories when you’re constantly under threat from the baddie of the week.
“Maybe some simple decorations,” she said. “Some garland and a tree, stockings by the fire,” “You hang up socks?" “And then fill them with candy.” Emma laughed. “You’ll like it, trust me. And mistletoe over the doorframe.” “Missile-what now?” “It’s like a magic plant.” Emma said. “Tradition says that you have to kiss whoever’s standing underneath.” Killian smiled and raised an eyebrow. “I love Christmas.” “I think I might love it this year too.” Emma said. She let herself hope a little more, dream of what a perfect Christmas would look like. “We’ll eat dinner with my parents on Christmas Eve, and come home and fall asleep by the light of the tree.” “You have trees that glow at Christmas?”
"Okay." Henry said, then shifted his eyes to look at Killian. "Did you ever do anything like this in the Enchanted Forest?" "Did we ever drive into the woods during a snowstorm to bring back a tree to decorate?" Killian asked. "Of course not!" He noticed a touch of disappointment in Henry's face at his dismissive reply and knew he'd better come up with something. "But I do recall, back when my brother and I were..." he paused a little, not wanting to cast a pall on the moment, "before we joined the navy. One day when I was younger, I spent a week bedridden. I awoke each day while sick to find an extra half ration of food on the floor by my hammock. Liam said it must've been left by the fairies, so I could build up my energy and recover- I didn't believe him for a second, but he went to elaborate steps to prove it to me, even leaving a 'bed' for the fairies- an old sock, but who was to tell the difference- and a 'tree' to give them shade- a large splinter from an old crate, but surely the fairies knew better."
"Rule number one- just because a lady can carry her weight doesn't mean she should have to."  Emma crossed her arms. "Life advice from Mr. Old Fashioned over here?"  "That's Captain Old Fashioned to you, love." He smiled back at her. "And we want to do this for you."  "You do so much for us, mom." Henry added. "We're doing this for you." Killian smiled at Henry and nodded proudly.  "Alright." Emma said.
"You look a little cold." she said.  He felt more than just a little cold, but tried to play it cool instead.  "Do I?"  His attempts to play it cool almost felt lukewarm- but her response was hot.
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invisiblestringmm · 5 months ago
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chapter six
and if you ask me to, daddy’s gonna buy you a mockingbird, i’ma give you the world
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author: writing this had me sobbing a few times and i truly hope you'll love it as much as i do. let's keep in mind that this is a work of fiction, and that i do not know nor am associated (unfortunately) to any of the real people mentioned here. tw: massive fluff, description of anxiety, angst
word count: 7.758k words
It wasn’t a long drive to the estate, but the portion of time you spent in your car parked out front was longer than what you had planned - lost in your thoughts, you made an effort to gather a bit more of the courage you knew you still had in your core to now face the most significant person in this whole chaos: your daughter, the love of your life. You knew Lily would eventually bring up so many questions that your only hope was that she’d wait for Mason to be around, but knowing her all too well, her focus would be entirely on meeting her dad; you could already see the twinkle in her eyes, the impatience hovering over her making that little human pace relentlessly whenever she had to wait for things to happen when they should and not on her time - which was nothing like you, because you considered yourself fairly patient. So that was another thing she probably got from Mason.
With another sigh parting your lips, you eventually made your way to the big house - only to be welcomed by your mum’s frantic screams that Christmas was ruined, by your dad’s hopeless and anguished glance, and a pair of tiny arms that made your entire world stop because nothing else mattered. Lily held you tight like you’d been away for years and not for just a few hours. “I missed you, mummy. Abuelita is angry,” she pouted, her big hazel eyes gleaming with tears she seemed to be containing for a while now.
“Oh baby,” you cooed. “What happened?”
Lily carefully explained the same way she heard: there was a big snowstorm and pretty much every family member that was expected to join them for Christmas wouldn’t be able to make it. So far, it was just the four of you, Emma (your cousin, daughter of your father’s brother), and her two children, Louis and Oscar, the 8-year-old twins. Inevitably, your thoughts went straight to Mason and how having him there would be perfect. Not the way your mum truly wanted, but it’d make Lily happy and whatever made your daughter happy, also made your parents happy.
Back in Surrey, Mason quickly typed you a message after declining two of your calls.
Watching half of his family still in shock with the news he just dropped could be amusing if it wasn’t something so serious - although Mason was sure that, at some point in life, they’d all have a good laugh about it. His sister’s soft hand squeezing his shoulder felt reassuring, but Mason could still feel his heart pounding against his chest and the silence filling his large living room was the scariest sound he had ever heard. Lewis was the first one to break it with a sigh, and Mason could only hope he’d say something funny to break the tension, but it didn’t happen - at least not yet.
“Are you sure she’s yours?” Lewis questioned and Mason scanned his dad’s face starting to turn red, the veins in his forehead throbbing under Lew’s question.
Before Mason could answer, Jaz took a step forward and went big sister mode just like he expected she would. “Let’s not rule out a DNA test, but you’ve all met this little girl before.” The confused look on their faces swapped back to shock once Jasmine showed them Lily’s picture - Debbie had tears in her eyes and glanced at Mason, desperately waiting for him to say something, but the truth was he was never the one to hide this from them.
“I know it’s a shock to all of you, as it is for me too,” Mason began, swallowing a sob before he could start weeping the way he did this morning. “But I need you all with me in this because everything I’ll do from now on is for her, it’s not about me. I need you all to make this about her as well.” It seemed like those words were all his mum needed to ultimately allow those insisting tears to roll down her cheeks and search for her husband’s hand, who softly squeezed it, giving her the comfort she needed that everything would be just fine in the end. “This is far from how I expected it’d be,” Mason added. “But I can’t say that I’m not happy. I truly can’t wait to be with her and be the father she deserves.”
As Mason nervously rubbed his hands on his jeans, trying to control how sweaty and shaky they were, he observed his dad end the short distance between them and pull him into a hug. He didn’t need words from Tony to know his dad was proud of how he was handling the situation, and whatever damage control they’d eventually have to do would be properly taken care of. But, at this moment, it was all about her. It was about making sure that Lily would have everything she always wished for, and deserved.
Mason knew it would be the biggest challenge of his life, he didn’t have 9 months to prepare himself nor to understand how it was to be a father. What if he wasn’t able to love her unconditionally, or to be everything she expected he’d be? What if he ended up being the worst dad he could possibly be? His only hope was in what his father himself represented - Tony taught him to be a good man, to fight for his family, and to be honest and decent.
Mason’s life wasn’t his own anymore, and that frightened him to the core, but he also felt prepared to fully embrace all the changes that’d come with it because deep down, he knew it’d be worth it.
While Jasmine distracted his parents and brother with pictures and the few stories and details she knew about, Mason hurried to call you back. While he waited for you to pick up, he thought how odd something so simple also felt so intimate - calling you, someone he thought about from time to time, to talk about the life you two shared. A beautiful little girl, whom he couldn’t wait to meet.
“Hello?” you breathed on the other side of the phone, trying to concentrate on the call and on Lily jumping on your bed after having a large cup of cocoa with marshmallows. “Lilian Maisie, I swear to God that if you vomit on this bed…”
Mason couldn’t hold back a laugh, but he also felt his chest clenching a bit with the sudden urge to be there. “Hi, it’s me. Mason.”
“Mase, hi!” he grinned at the nickname, loving how it sounded coming from you. “I tried to call you before.”
“I know, I was with my family. I told them about Lily.”
“Oh? How did it go?”
During most of the talk, you felt yourself going a bit dizzy from holding your breath. It was almost like you were waiting for something bad to happen like you were ready to protect your daughter from everything and everyone, but his family’s reaction was expected and you couldn’t really imagine what they were going through, but you felt deeply sorry and embarrassed to be the one causing it - muttering “I’m so sorry, Mason” during the phone call was the least you could do, and although it was sweet of him, the fact that Mason kept telling you to stop apologising didn’t make things easier. You knew you’d have to work hard to fix things, and that as long as it wouldn’t affect her routine, it was their right to have a free pass to your daughter’s life whenever they wanted.
“Did you tell her?” Mason asked, chewing the inside of his cheeks as he anxiously waited for an answer.
“No,” you heard him sigh. “But only because I wanted to ask you something first.” Mason softly hummed, waiting for you to continue. “Would you like to spend Christmas with your daughter, Mase? Bring your family too, or don’t, I dunno. But they’re all more than welco-”
“Yes, I’d very much like to spend Christmas with her,” Mason interrupted. “With you two.”
Insane was the only word you and Mason could find to address this entire situation, it was all happening so fast that you two shared something in common: fear. Of not giving everyone time to process the news, of dropping this on Lily’s shoulders, and, somehow, causing more damage than good. For Lily, it wouldn’t be just meeting her dad, as he was also her best friend’s uncle - no matter how mature she seemed to be, Lily was still just a child and you and Mason feared her reaction. He was particularly terrified of not being good enough, that she’d be disappointed when she found out he’s her dad but you repeatedly told him that Lily loved him unconditionally.
He couldn’t deny that he was a bit disappointed to be going alone, but it made sense that his family decided to stay behind, saying that this moment was private. In a quick phone call with Jaz, she promised they were considering joining your family for Boxing Day and that they all appreciated the invitation - Jaz mentioned how her mum’s emotions were everywhere, wanting to know everything she possibly could about her granddaughter, so you kindly sent a few pictures and videos of Lily growing up.
While the kids were playing, you took the opportunity to let your parents know about your decision to invite Mason, which seemed to make your mum quite happy. You also had to update Emma, who had always been one of the most discreet and private members of the family; she pulled you into a hug and said you could count on her for anything and, between giggles, that she’d do her best to control her twins who were obsessed about football just like any other boys their age. Although overwhelming, it also felt like a relief to be able to finally tell people about Lily’s dad.
You were finally alone with Lily in her room, braiding her hair the way she liked, as she moved unquietly on the chair placed in front of the mirror. “Peanut, sit still please,” you hummed, a frustrated moan parting your lips seeing your request was pointless.
“But I want to know what the surprise is!” Lily pouted, little arms crossed against her chest.
“It won’t be a surprise anymore if I tell you,” you winked, not letting her see how amused you were when she huffed and finally sat still.
Always independent and self-sufficient, Lily politely dismissed your help when she went to pick an outfit. You instructed her to go for something warm, and even if she seemed a bit confused with the tights, she managed to do it all on her own, which brought you both comfort and nostalgia to see her growing up so fast. Until weeks ago, when Jasmine walked into your lives, it was just the two of you against the world and although you believed it to be enough, of course, there was always something missing and not just for her - you missed it too, having someone to share the wonders of the things she did that were so little to some, but so meaningful to you; and you knew that no one could fill that gap better than Lily’s father.
As he drove to your place, Mason pictured all different scenarios of him meeting Lily. His heart pounded in his chest, each beat echoing the mixture of excitement and fear that coursed through him - Mason rehearsed the moment countless times in his mind since he found himself alone, yet he also knew that nothing could truly prepare him for it. As the GPS showed he was getting closer and closer to the estate, a whirlwind of emotions overwhelmed him.
His mind raced with questions. Would she really like him, like you said? Would she be scared? Could he truly be the father she deserved? Mason felt his chest filling with both hope and dread. The weight of all those years, unaware there was a little yet huge piece of him out in the world, pressed down on him - the years he had missed, the milestones he hadn’t been there for. Mason couldn’t let a grudge take over him, there was no point now.
He took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves once he spotted the large gate in front of him. Definitely, no one could ever say it was for the money, he thought, eyes curiously scanning the manor behind the gates - Mason didn’t have to announce his arrival, as he watched it slowly open for him. Not far away, he could spot your figure, standing outside the white door. You seemed as nervous as he was.
As Mason parked his car between a brand new black Range Rover and a racing green Aston Martin Valour he recognised as being limited edition, Mason felt the palms of his hands sweat even more. This wasn’t his usual habitat, none of his friends nor acquaintances were this wealthy. Part of him felt uncomfortable, but the other was relieved to know you were the opposite he’d expect someone this wealthy to be - he instantly assumed your family was as lovely as you.
When your eyes finally met his, you caught him wiping his hands on his jeans. You two could hear the loud waves of laughter of children coming from inside the house, filling the silence between you but Mason felt disconnected, focused solely on meeting his daughter. He finally stood tall in front of you, cheeks pink from the cold but he looked as gorgeous as ever - Mason seemed to relax a bit under your touch when you squeezed his shoulder. “It’s going to be okay, Mason,” you said softly. “We’ll do it together and it’s going to be okay, she’s the sweetest girl.”
Mason let out a heavy breath, the smell of mint and the warmth coming from him made you feel slightly dizzy, but you quickly put yourself together. “I just don’t want to scare her,” he admitted, his voice trembling slightly. You felt sorry for him. “I want this to be perfect.”
You smile warmly. “Just be yourself. She’s naturally a curious little girl and knows I’ve planned a surprise for her, but you’re her biggest dream and everything she always wanted,” you said. “Besides a dog. She desperately wants a dog.”
The way the corners of his eyes wrinkled when he laughed was adorable and you could swear your heart skipped a beat. “Thank you, Y/n. For everything so far. I know this hasn’t been easy for you.”
“It’s been a journey,” you acknowledged, a soft smile curling the sides of your lips as you felt your cheeks flush pink by the sudden touch of his skin on yours - Mason held your pinky with his, his eyes never leaving yours. “But Lily deserves to know her father, and you deserve to know your daughter. This is the right thing.” Mason nodded, and your eyes fell to your pinkies intertwined. “Shall we?”
Mason’s breath caught in his throat as you guided him inside the manor, and he loved that despite all the wealth, it felt like home - the warmth, the laughs, and the smell of freshly baked biscuits soothed his nerves. He carefully scanned every little detail as you guided him upstairs, then down a hallway adorned with family photos and children’s artwork. You stopped in front of a door decorated with colourful stickers spelling out ‘Lilian’.
“Can you wait inside as I go get her?” Mason nodded and walked into the bedroom after you opened the door for him. “I’ll be back with her in a minute.”
When you left, Mason found himself not knowing what to do, again. His eyes quickly scanned his daughter’s bedroom - it was smaller than he expected, it had a fantastic garden view, and walls painted in baby yellow and white. There were lots of books, a wall full of artwork, ballet stuff, and, last but not least, a football - which made him smile warmly as his chest filled with pride.
“Am I getting my surprise now, mummy?” He heard his sweet voice and Mason swallowed a sob, trying not to look like a creep standing behind that door.
“Mhmm, you can say so. I truly believe you’ll love it, angel.” You replied and he smiled at how sweet you sounded talking to her. “I won’t ask you to close your eyes because I know you won’t,” his daughter replied with a giggle, that made him want to burst into tears.
As the door slowly opened, Mason fully embraced the moment when his life wasn’t just his anymore. There she was, his little girl, looking at him with hazel eyes filled with curiosity - Mason felt like he was looking at himself. She had light brown hair that fell in loose curls around her face. The moment Mason saw her, time seemed to stand still. His heart skipped a beat, and he felt a surge of emotions he had never experienced before. There was an intense mixture of love, joy, and an almost unbearable ache. The sight of her, so small and innocent, with features that mirrored his own, hit him with a profound sense of connection and loss for the time they had spent apart. His breath caught in his throat, and his eyes welled up with tears.
Mason realised in that instant just how much he had missed, and how much he wanted to be part of her life. The room seemed to blur around him, and all he could focus on was Lily. His daughter. The word felt both foreign and incredibly right. He was overwhelmed by the desire to protect her, to know her, and to make up for lost time.
“Hello Lily,” Mason said softly, crouching down to her level as you guided her to him. “Remember me?”
Lily nodded. “Is Summer my surprise?” She sounded both excited and confused as she studied him with cautious interest, her mind racing as she tried to understand why her best friend’s uncle was there.
He smiled and shook his head, trying to steady his nerves, eyes looking up searching for yours in a silent ask for help.
“No, baby,” you cooed, “Mason is your surprise.”
Lily’s eyes lit up with interest, head tilted to the side. “Why?”
“Because you’re Maisie and Mason,” he watched you crouching down next to her, your hand softly caressing her back as her full attention was still on him. “Remember all those nights you asked the stars to bring your daddy to you?”
Mason swallowed the lump in his throat, his eyes burning with tears - he couldn’t cry now, he didn’t want Lily to see him crying, but he felt so overwhelmed by knowing how much she wanted him. The thought of that precious little girl wishing for her dad every night was one of the most painful he ever experienced, and in that moment Mason silently promised he’d never let her go through that again.
When your words finally hit her, Lily’s jaw slightly dropped and her eyes searched for yours, but quickly went back to Mason - he noticed how her little eyes teared up and she pouted, clearly experiencing a mixture of emotions that were a bit too much for her.
“You’re my daddy?” She sniffed, her voice barely above a whisper, still trying to process what was unfolding before her.
“Oh, sweetheart,” Mason finally allowed tears to stream down his face as he nodded. “Yes, I’m your daddy.”
For a moment that felt like forever, Lily was silent, and Mason couldn’t ignore how you silently reassured her that it was fine to feel everything she was feeling, validating it, by either squeezing her shoulder or running your fingers through her hair. Then, with a sudden burst of emotion, Lily threw her tiny arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. Mason felt a surge of warmth and love as he hugged her back, his heart overflowing. “I always wanted a daddy,” she said softly.
You didn’t know how you managed to hold your tears until now, but seeing the wide smile on his face and how Mason sighed in relief, you just couldn’t hold them back any longer. You muffled a sob by covering your mouth with your hand, and the way Mason’s hand searched for yours while not letting Lily go filled your heart with love.
He held her close, his voice choked with emotion. “And I always wanted you, Lily. I’m so happy I found you.”
Mason knew this was just the beginning, but he felt ready to face whatever came next with his daughter, and you, by his side. Lily pulled back slightly, her small hands cupping his face, making Mason giggle. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she curiously scanned his face.
“Summer is my cousin,” she said, a wide smile on her lips when Mason nodded. “Does she know?”
“Not yet,” Mason replied, “But we can tell her together and I’m sure she’ll be really happy.”
As if her thoughts and what was happening were still sinking in, Lily suddenly threw herself back in Mason’s arms, hiding her face in the crook of his neck to muffle her cry - even so, not once did Mason let go of your hand, which was the reassurance you needed to know that things would be alright and that you two would do it together, because you were a family now. You two were everything Lily needed.
“You’re the best Christmas present in the world, Masey,” a slight disappointment coursed down his spine when Lily called him by his nickname, but he’d never rush her to call him ‘dad’. “I-I mean, da-“
“It’s alright, bubba,” Mason interrupted her, softly kissing her forehead when Lily pulled back again. “You can call me whatever makes you feel comfortable, yeah?”
She silently nodded, smiling at him when he wiped her tears. You felt your heart skip a beat at the gesture.
“Do you want to see the drawings I did today?” she asked, small hands reaching his. Lily smiled again when she noticed he was still holding yours.
Mason smiled back, his heart feeling lighter than it had in years. “I’d love to, sweetheart.”
You gently squeezed his hand, letting it go before Lily led him to her drawing table, where colourful sketches of flowers, animals, and fantastical scenes covered the surface. Lily picked one of her favourites, a vibrant drawing of a butterfly garden, and handed it to him. Mason took the drawing, marvelling at the details and creativity - she really was everything you’d told him, and seeing that by himself filled him with pride. Lily was part of him, she was also his, and he could barely believe that he managed to do that when he often doubted he could do something good, something beyond special.
“This is one of my best,” she said proudly.
“I love the colours you used,” he said, showing interest, which made her eyes sparkle. “You’re the most talented artist.
Lily beamed at the praise, making you chuckle. “Can we draw together sometime, Masey? And play football too?”
“I’d like that very much,” Mason replied, crouching down her level again, holding her hands. “We can do everything you want.”
You watched your daughter narrow his eyes at him as a cheeky smile curled the sides of her lips. “Can we go get a dog now?”
“Lilian Maisie!” you scolded her but couldn’t hold back the happiness that bubbled up inside you and ended up letting a loud laugh part your lips. The way the three of you laughed, filling the room with so much joy and peace made you feel lighter.
Mason leaned forward to gently kiss her forehead again and wrapped his arms around her small figure, lifting her in the air as she squealed between giggles. “Let’s stick to football and drawing, yeah?”
Lily nodded in approval and kissed his cheeks. He was her daddy and he was a lot more than she ever dreamed of; the fact that he was also her best friend’s uncle, which made Summer her cousin, was something Lily still couldn’t believe - she wanted to scream, to see her bestie as soon as possible, hug her and never let her go. There was so much happiness inside her chest that it brought tears back to her eyes, and as she silently watched Mason with what felt like a permanent frown, Lily felt hot tears wet her cheeks again.
“Are you staying forever?” she sniffed, cupping his face with her small hands again.
Mason nodded, wiping her tears with gentle kisses. “Forever, bubba. I’m never leaving you,” he whispered against her skin, and you had to sit on her bed as you felt your legs weaken at how wholesome that moment was.
“Do you promise?” Lily insisted.
“I promise.”
The three of you spent the next hours drawing and chatting, with Lily sharing stories about her favourite things - she proudly told her daddy about being very good at football and was particularly happy when he told her that he was there for the ballet recital. Mason listened intently, soaking in every little detail, every laugh, and every smile. She was indeed the sweetest girl, and as he reached again for your hand - his pinky intertwined with yours - Mason felt a sense of peace and fulfilment that he had never known before.
As the evening drew to a close, and Mason had memorised pretty much every inch of his daughter’s face and how incredible she was, a knock on the door brought the three of you back to Earth. With the kindest smile on her face and pride in her eyes, your mum’s face beamed with happiness as she watched Lily glued to her father.
“Hi,” her voice was soft, and kind, and Mason felt oddly comfortable for a first meeting. “I’m so sorry to interrupt, but we’re all starting to get ready for Christmas dinner.”
You noticed Mason was slightly confused since it was still the 24th, but you patiently explained that you always had two celebrations: one on the 24th because it was part of your mum’s culture and your dad didn’t want to change it for her, which Mason thought it was quite romantic of him; and the other on the 25th. He liked how you all seemed to be pretty close and supportive, how your mum was very discreet and talked to him like it wasn’t the first time they were seeing each other - she treated him like family, just like you told him before.
Even so, Mason stood up still holding Lily in his arms, and walked towards your mum. “Hi ma’am, I’m Mason,” he smiled politely and the way your mum sighed in delight made you want to run away and hide. “It’s lovely to meet you.”
“He’s my daddy, abuelita,” Lily said proudly, making you all chuckle.
“Is he really, amor?” your mum winked at her. “It’s wonderful to finally meet you, Mason. We settled the guest room for you.”
“Thank you for your kindness,” your mum nodded at his words with a gentle smile on her lips and, after blowing a kiss to your daughter, left.
The hardest task was convincing Lily to let Mason go but he was so gentle and so patient that she didn’t argue when he offered her choices - he definitely understood how tantrums worked, but also understood how much she wanted to spend every second of every minute with him after years of not having him. Together, the three of you went downstairs so Mason could pick up his small luggage as you waited inside and Lily watched him through the window.
“Are you happy, baby?” you asked, running your fingers down her hair.
Lily nodded. “So much, mummy. This is the best Christmas ever!”
She was naturally a happy little girl, but you couldn’t remember seeing her this happy - you also couldn’t shake the feeling that such happiness could’ve come much earlier if you’d searched for him before. The way Mason smiled at her as he made his way back to the house was the sweetest in the world, and before he could even open the door, Lily stormed out to welcome him back. You guided him to the guest room, which was between yours and Lily’s, and Mason awkwardly kissed your cheek before you separated and it was just you and Lily again.
“What is it?” you asked, watching your daughter grinning at you.
“He kissed you, mummy!” Lily whispered between giggles like she was sharing a silly secret. You felt your cheeks burn under her comment but didn’t reply or she’d turn it into an endless teasing.
“Let’s focus on what you’ll wear, yeah?”
Lily nodded. “Can we match outfits, mummy?”
“I suppose we can, peanut.”
The way Lily was focusing a lot more on what you were wearing rather than focusing on herself wasn’t suspicious considering you knew your daughter all too well, Lily was always up to something when she hyper-focused on one thing and made that thing her little project - still, you wouldn’t ruin this for her and allowed her to do whatever she wanted, so that’s how you two ended wearing matching white knit sweaters, black tights and tweed skirts. It was both adorable and funny, but the cherry on top was Mason wearing pretty much the same colours as you, except his sweater had some pretty details in navy blue - he seemed amused by it as there was a permanent grin on his lips as the three of you went downstairs to meet the rest of your family.
You noticed a slight change in his posture when the sound of your father’s voice reached you, so this time it was your turn to hold his pinky as a gesture that it’d be just fine and he had nothing to worry about. Mason seemed surprised by it but also seemed to relax, offering you a warm smile in return, a smile that made your heart beat slightly faster. Before walking into the living room, you let go of him, which got Mason more upset than he expected but he shook it off.
“There you are!” cheered your father, his arms wide open as he ran past you and went straight to Mason. “I was wondering when I’d see you, lad.”
The older man’s sympathy caught him a bit off guard in the most positive way as two main things could make him dislike Mason: getting his daughter pregnant and being a Chelsea player, but still, there he was treating him as if they were longtime buddies. You let go of the fact that your dad pretty much ignored your presence, knowing that there was a chance that he was slightly starstruck that Mason was in his living room. You grinned when Mason glanced at you - a playful smirk curling his lips - before your dad put his arm over Mason’s shoulder and guided him to his collection of overpriced whisky. They were followed by your cousin’s twins, who couldn’t believe that THE Mason Mount was there.
It was just you, your mum, and Emma now, and noticing how Lily seemed a bit upset that her father was the centre of all the attention, you decided to do a FaceTime call with Willow and Jaz. Lily was the one to tell her auntie Willow that her daddy was there with them, that he was staying forever, and that she’d convince him to get her a dog - something you protested again, but asked yourself for how long you’d be able to avoid another addition to the family and one more responsibility on your hands. You promised Willie to keep her updated and that they could meet for a girls’ night once you were back in London, something she was more than happy about, and promised she’d have a very fun schedule for both of you so you could take a break from all the recent stress that surrounded you.
The next one was Jasmine, who answered faster than you expected, which made you giggle as she seemed overly excited to know everything saying Mason hadn’t told her with all the details she wanted. “We’ll have to meet when I’m back in London so I can give you the detailed version,” you said, watching her roll her eyes at you on the other side of the screen.
“You two are the perfect match, no surprise you have a daughter together,” Jaz teased, making your cheeks blush. “Did he cry?”
“He’d cry even if he was a robot, Jaz. It was a very touching moment,” you admitted and she gave you a warm smile. “I’m happy with how well it went, Lily is having the time of her life although right now she’s a bit upset by my dad monopolising him.”
Jasmine let out a cheerful laugh. “He was so nervous to meet your dad,” she confessed. “I’m so happy it went well, Y/n. It’s so important for Lily that he’s there for her.”
You nodded, chewing your lower lip, trying your best not to cry again. “How did your family react, though?”
“Oh well, they still can’t really believe it. I think my mum is still in shock, she keeps saying that she should’ve known when they met, like some sort of grandmother's sixth sense,” you felt your chest clench a bit, knowing it was you who caused this.
“It’s not her fault,” you mumbled, watching Jaz nod. “Is she there now? Do you guys want to see Lily?”
Jaz opened a wide and sweet smile for you and moved her phone just a bit, Debbie was sitting right next to her, with Summer on her lap. Your cheeks blushed at how emotional she seemed to be and you just wanted to hug her and apologise for all the mess you made and for taking five years of her life with Lily, but you’d do it in person.
“Hi auntie Y/n,” Summer said, waving at you.
“Oh sweetie, hello. Someone here wants to see you,” you walked towards Lily, who was sitting on the floor drawing something. Her face lit up when she saw her best friend’s face on the screen.
“Sumi!” Lily tried to take the phone from your hand but you gently pulled away, afraid she’d let slip something that was meant to be told in person. She pouted a little but seemed to understand the message. “I have so much to tell you!”
Amused by your daughter’s excitement, Summer giggled. “I miss you, Lili,” the little girl said, and you noticed how their interaction made Debbie emotional.
You discreetly pointed at Debbie so your daughter would acknowledge her too but you noticed how her cheeks blushed, and she seemed relieved that Debbie took the first step and asked her if she was having fun. Lily showed the drawing she was finishing shortly before the call.
“This is me in the middle, my mummy and my daddy. Now that I know him I can paint his hair colour,” you melted at how she explained every detail. “This is Mr. Peanut, the dog my daddy will give me when we can convince mummy.”
You narrowed at her but she just giggled, followed by Mason right behind you - the way he just stood there watching Lily was the sweetest, a warm smile on his lips. ‘It’s your mum’ you mumbled to him, and you noticed how happy that information made him feel because his smile doubled the size. Right behind him, your dad smiled proudly at you and blew you a kiss. Lily said goodbye to her and ran straight to Mason, while you talked to Jaz for a few more minutes while he and your dad entertained the little one. Shortly after you said goodbye to her and Debbie, you heard Lily slightly upset about her interaction with the latter.
“Do you think she’s upset I didn’t call her grandma?”
Mason shook his head and leaned a bit to kiss the tip of her nose, making her giggle. “Never,” he assured her. “Don’t worry about that bubba. Take your time, yeah? There’s no need to rush.”
Noticing this was a father and daughter moment, your dad walked away and linked his arm to yours, guiding you to where your mum and cousin were while Mason walked with Lily in his arms to see the Christmas lights that decorated the garden, through the window. They were so comfortable with each other that it felt like this wasn’t even their first day together.
Your mum welcomed you with a glass of white wine - she seemed much calmer now even if pretty much the whole family didn’t make it due to the snowstorm.
“Family is family, there’s lots of them missing but what we have tonight is perfect,” she pointed at Lily and Mason. “I’ve never said this to you, but that’s what I’ve been longing to see. My granddaughter with her father.”
“I think he’ll be a great one,” your father added, sipping his whisky. “You can see that he’s trying, the least we can do is to make him feel comfortable.”
Their support, from the very beginning, was one of the things that made you stronger whenever you had to face the challenges of motherhood - your parents were never there to spoil you nor treat you like some sort of victim but rather made you see all the options you had and each of the consequences that followed according to whatever choice you decided to make.
Completely taken by your emotions, you threw yourself in your dad’s arms and your mum joined for a family hug. Being an only child had never been a problem when your parents were so present, despite such busy lives they had. They never missed the most important moments of your life and were always there whenever you needed them. Those two were your best friends.
For the rest of the evening, all of you enjoyed proper family time with games, stories shared between laughs and fantastic food cooked by your mum - she always dismissed the staff so they could spend the holidays with their families and the food was entirely her responsibility. She blushed when Mason said it was one of the best he ever had, and you knew he wasn’t just trying to find a way to her heart. He actually meant it.
“Mummy,” you felt Lily softly poke your ribs, seeming a bit shy to say what was on her mind. You offered her a kind smile in return. “Do you think there’s still time to rewrite my letter to Santa?”
You frowned. “Why, baby?”
“I’ve changed my mind. I think I can wait for the ice skates, I want to ask Santa for my dad to still be here in the morning.”
That was when your heart broke into a million pieces. “Oh baby,” you cooed, pulling a string of hair from her face, and took her in your arms, sitting on the same armchair where you first spoke to her while still pregnant. “He’s not leaving”.
“I just want to make sure, mummy…”
“I know, we’ll write if that’s what you want,” you quickly replied, not wanting to invalidate her feelings. “You know when you were still in my tummy and was the size of a bean,” she giggled. “I sat in this armchair and spoke to you for the first time. I promised I’d try to be the best mummy to you and sometimes I wish I was better.”
“You’re the best mummy in the world,” Lily said, her small hand touching your face as her thumb softly stroked your cheek. You smiled softly.
“Now, in this same armchair, I promise that he’s not leaving. Your daddy is staying forever and now you have another grandma and grandpa, you have a cousin, aunties, uncles…”
“Do you think they’ll like me?” she mumbled, hazel eyes looking at you like she could see your soul.
“They’ll love you, peanut.”
“I’ll love them too,” she said before a long yawn, blinking a few times as she was clearly starting to fight against her need to sleep. “But I’ll always love you the most, mummy…” Lily mumbled before her eyes finally closed and, after a long sigh, her body finally relaxed in your arms and the usual low, cute snores started.
All the love that your daughter gave you had always been something that overwhelmed you. The way her face lights up when you pick her up at school, how she always wants to show you first the new things she learns, and how she’s always checking on you and making sure you’re happy were a few of the things that made you know for sure that if soulmates were indeed real, Lily was yours. Pride always coursed through your veins whenever she showed an act of kindness, and joy involved your entire being knowing that it had influence of how well you raised her - still, you still couldn’t shake the anguish that made your chest clench whenever you thought about how you prived her from another life the moment you decided to hide her from Mason. That was the feeling that kept you up for hours, rolling from one side to the other in bed, with the desperate need to cry always hovering over you.
After putting on your robe and grabbing the baby monitor, you guided your tired body to the kitchen and, trying not to make too much noise, prepared yourself a cup of chamomile tea hoping it’d save your life. You enjoyed the combination of silence and the sweet hot liquid relaxing your body - the house was quiet, the only sounds being the occasional creak of the floorboards and the soft hum of the refrigerator. Lost in your thoughts, you sat at the kitchen table staring at the half-empty cup, replaying the events of the past weeks over and over in your mind.
You heard soft footsteps and looked up to see Mason entering the kitchen, his face pretty much like yours: etched with worry and exhaustion. He hesitated a bit at the doorway before stepping in, your eyes meeting his.
“Can’t sleep too?” you asked gently, watching him take a seat across from you.
Mason shook his head. “Too much on my mind.”
You nodded, your gaze dropping to the table. Taking a deep breath, you felt your voice trembling as you spoke. “I need to say something.”
Mason looked at you, sensing the weight of your words. “Go ahead, Y/n. I’m listening.”
You wrung your hands, struggling to find the right words. Looking at him again, you felt a knot forming in your throat. “I feel so guilty about keeping Lily away from you. I honestly thought I was doing the right thing at the time, but I realise it was a lot more about protecting myself rather than protecting her. Seeing you with her now… and how happy she is. I feel awful, and I know I was wrong.”
Mason sighed deeply, his emotions a turbulent mix of anger, sadness, and understanding.“I confess that this is like… my worst nightmare. A child from a casual hookup,” he confessed, and you felt tears burning your eyes. “And knowing this child exists five years later did make me angry. I’ve missed so much of her life and there’s so many things involved.”
Tears welled up in his eyes but you watched him wipe them away quickly. “I’m so sorry,” you whispered.
“I can’t just insert myself in her life without thinking about every detail, it’s much deeper because I bring a lot with me to everyone that’s part of my life,” much to your surprise, Mason reached for your hand, and, with your heart skipping a beat, your pinkies intertwined again. “I’m angry and hurt but I’m willing to push that away because I’m the happiest I’ve ever been, at the same time. Lily is incredible, she’s sweet and kind and you’ve been doing a fantastic job. She’s more than I could’ve hoped for, so I’ll fight everyone and everything to keep her safe. To keep you safe too.”
You didn’t wipe the tears that rolled down your cheeks. “I robbed you those first five years and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forgive myself for that, but I hope you can, for Lily’s sake. She deserves to have both of her parents.”
Mason’s gaze softened as he looked at you. “I need to feel that I can trust you, forgiveness will eventually come, but it’s also not like I hate you,” you watched how his cheeks suddenly blushed. “I think you’re amazing and I often thought about you and always hoped that I could find you someday.”
“Just not under this circumstance, yeah?” you added, and you two shared a laugh that pushed away whatever tension between you.
Mason nodded, letting go of your hair to stand up from his chair and sit on the one beside you. “I’ll take what life is giving me. We’ll figure it out together, Y/n. For her, and us too,” he pulled you into a comforting hug as you clung to him, your sobs quieting as you found solace in his arms.
“I’m so grateful you’re here, Mason,” you confessed as he stroked your back soothingly.
“We’re a family now, Y/n. It’s going to be tough but we’ll get through whatever comes our way. As long as we keep Lily safe and give her the love and support she deserves, everything will be fine.”
You remained there in the quiet kitchen, holding onto each other, both knowing that while the road ahead would be challenging, you were committed to facing it together for the sake of your daughter. Holding hands, you walked back to the bedroom hallway in silence, and Mason softly kissed your forehead before heading back to his. You stood there for a few minutes, contemplating how his lips felt so good against your skin, before deciding you’d sleep the few hours left for sunrise with Lily. With her hair splattered over the pillow, she had a smile on her lips as she softly hummed words you couldn’t understand, which stopped when you cuddled her under the duvet and finally closed your eyes, letting sleep relax your body.
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princesssmars · 1 year ago
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hazel falling in love with her childhood family friend is rotting my brain actually.
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sfw and slight nsfw? fem reader. thanking emma and rachel for making hazel rich because i love writing rich people stuff. i’d say maybe a good mix of cocky!hazel and loser!hazel because i love both so bad.
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so for the first six years of her life she spends her winter holidays at a beautiful chalet in aspen with her parents, spending the days having snowball fights with her dad and falling asleep by the fireplace with her mom.
just like. she's rich, and her mom seems like one of thos wealthy women who loves to go on vacation to show off her perfect life and her perfect friends, so she or her husband definitely had a vacation house they'd visit every year.
when she turns seven they finally let her start skiing on the bunny slope, figuring it’s better than the little evil genius thing she does with the pots and the tiny snowmen. for a little kid she's pretty good at the sport already, if not taking the pizza and french fry tip a little too seriously.
about an hour in though, she's taking her umpteenth trip down the hill when a four foot mass slams into her right side, going at way above whatever speed limit was allowed in this area. she's lying flat on the ground, her right arm aching and her hound pounding and she's about ten seconds from crying when she looks over to see you, face planted in the snow and your shoulders shaking as you laugh like you're insane.
both sets of your parents rush over to make sure that the both of you are ok, and after you manage to calm down a bit and give hazel a very formal sounding apology that your mom whispered in your ear, you ask hazel if she can help you learn to control your speed on the slopes.
so after an hour of driving her crazy as she tries to teach you how to control your speed, your moms sit at a table watching over the both of you while sipping on their drinks and becoming fast friends.
ever since then, each winter was spent together. whether it was spending time in the snow, (hazel continued to excel at skiing, eventually giving up on trying to teach you), sharing stories of your normal lives over cups of cocoa at the cafe in the ski lodge, and helping each other decorate your christmas trees that you both had to beg your parents to buy.
whenever she went back home the days following new years, she’d count the days until she could see you again. to compensate for the time apart your parents let you send a horde of letters and e-mails to each other, letting the two of you share long phone calls on their phones when you were still to young to have your own.
hazels secret favorite hobby became photography. you couldn’t go twenty minutes without her shoving her polaroid camera in your face. she’ll tell you it’s because she’s using the vacation time to explore and try new things, and not that she constantly looks back over the photos of you with a big smile and a flush to her face.
(she also won’t mention that she’s addicted to the feeling she gets when pj and josie come over to her house and pj goes ona ten minute rant about how impossible it is that a girl that pretty could spend time with hazel without being insane. she ignores the insult because she’s hung up on the fact oh called you pretty.)
now i think hazel was pretty much always aware of the fact that she liked girls, if not because she realized that being obsessed with a certain scene from cruel intentions and always volunteering to play the husband when one of her friends wanted to play house on the playground was, in fact, not straight.
but at this point she’s maybe fifteen, she’s starting to grow into her looks and she’s definitely not ready to admit she might has a crush on you. at this point you both have had your own phones for a while, and she couldn’t even count the amount of times she had fallen asleep with you over facetime.
over the course of that year she often found herself wondering what your sexuality was. dumb ass stereotypes had her believing there was no way you, pretty and popular and preppy you could possibly be gay. and if you were a lesbian there was no chance that you'd like her back.
it was just made all the more confusing when once she had complained about how she hadn't had a girlfriend, let alone a first kiss yet and she was nearly halfway through high school with no experience for the hundredth time that you told her you had a solution for her on your next shared trip.
so you can imagine her shock when three days after landing in aspen you pull her into your room in your lodge and sit her on your bed before telling her you knew the perfect way to get more experience was to experiment with you.
"your first few times kissing and stuff can be pretty awkward, so why not just do it with me? i can show you the ropes and stuff.”
now on the outside she seemed normal, agreeing with an easy smile on her face, but on the inside her brain was playing the loudest tornado siren known to man.
it starts tame, the first few days consisting of you just telling her about your past experiences with girls and how to take it slow and everything. she knows its important but it honestly feels like torture. every time you talk to her she's wondering about what you'll do to start the physical lesson, if you'll set her down on her plush bed and softly touch her, or if you'll finally get fed up with the waiting like she is and press her and take her against a wall.
if you had known you would have prepared, but hazel was a freak in disguise and had decided that she was ready to take things into her own hands. you had invited her to sleep over at yours and drink hot cocoa while watching christmas movies and she had accepted in a heartbeat. what she didn't expect was for you to be wearing really cute pajamas, your legs covered in little hello kitty's and christmas trees with a plain red top and geez she could see you weren't wearing a bra.
hazel was a ticking time bomb, and when the two of you were sitting on the couch and she watched the reds and whites and golds dance across your face and you looked ovver at her with a 'what's wrong, hazie?' she exploded, smushing her lips onto yours in a mess of limbs and teeth.
she can feel your giggles in her mouth as she presses you down into the plush of the couch, her excited hands gripping your cheeks before brushing over your chest and gripping your waist, grinding her hips into yours and groaning when your giggle turned into high pitched moans.
it feels like she kisses you for hours before you reluctantly stop, your hands going to press into her shoulders when her head follows yours to resume making out. "hazel, as much as i'm enjoying this we were supposed to be taking this slowly. since when did you know how to...do that?"
"i dont know i just," she sighs as she tries to catch her breath, starting to get embarrassed about what a virginal mess she must look and be acting like. but you seem to like it, so she starts to not care all that much. "i just really want you. i wanna do everything with you."
you smile and hold her cheek in your hand, her eyes fluttering shut at your touch. you look at the gentle expression on her face, the slowing of her breath, and how her hips still occasionally stutter downward looking for yours, and you cant find it in your heart to deny her. you never really could.
"ok, hazie. we can do whatever you want-"
you're cut off before you can finish, the girl quickly rejoining your lips together and groping at your body once again.
when she gets back from vacation, hazel is less single, less unexperienced, and more than ready to throw this in pj's face.
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i kinda lost inspo for this can you tell :,(((( but i thought the idea was cute so take this thing. bye.
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starry-hughes · 1 year ago
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carried away
quinn hughes x tkachuk sister!reader
warnings: hints at smut but not actual smut
summary: after years of knowing one another, quinn and you finally find love at your brother’s wedding
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Quinn Hughes was a figure in your life for years. You practically grew up with him. He was teammates with your brother, Brady, who was only a year older than you. Both of your brothers were amazing hockey players and Quinn was as well. You didn’t get to attend school with Brady or Quinn, Brady had moved away to go play with the NTDP team. Matthew had done the same.
With two older brothers in the NHL and being the daughter of a former NHL player, it was easy to say that you had enough hockey boys in your life. But every summer, you find yourself surrounded by them. Your summers were spent at the lake house owned by the Hughes family. Your parents always visited after the school year ended, you and your sister in tow. Sometimes, Taryn opted out due to her having her own plans and friends for the summer.
That’s when you met Quinn. Both of you probably wanted to ignore what awkward and cringey look you two sported at the time. Quinn never looked at you as more than Brady’s younger sister.
As time went along and you grew up, Quinn would see photos of you on social media, maybe you’d be at a game once in a while or at dinner afterwards. But every photo he saw of you, you just got more beautiful. And every dinner he sat across the table from you, he couldn’t help but look at you as you laughed at something one of your brothers said or did.
There was one time, last year, December 2022, after Brady and Emma had been engaged, when you had gone to see Matthew play against Vancouver. You didn’t know what came over you, but you had texted Quinn. Quinn was not used to random texts from you. It was mainly birthday texts or random pictures that popped up in a Snapchat memory.
“I’m in Vancouver for the game, dinner tonight?”
Before responding to your text, Quinn thought about it. He was never one to have an attraction to a friend’s sister. But he had to admit that you were beautiful. You were no longer just Brady’s younger sister. You were just you.
He agreed to dinner and after the game, which ended in a loss, he asked if Matthew was joining. “He declined to join,” you informed Quinn. Matthew was busy celebrating the win against the Canucks. Plus, you were practically traveling with the team for the week, you had seen enough of Matthew.
It was an awkward dinner at first and then it came to a normal conversation, chatting about how things had been and how you were doing. The conversation fell to the wedding. “I think Emma is going to ask Taryn and I to be in the wedding at Christmas,” you took a swig of your glass of wine.
“Brady already asked me to be in it,” Quinn almost bragged. “Well at least we can be hopeful to be paired up to walk down the aisle. At least I know you won’t let me trip.”
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Quinn didn’t really hear from you again until the week of the wedding. Your parents were high strung, trying to make sure Brady had the perfect wedding. Matthew and you had been passing a bottle of vodka between the two of you all night when Quinn arrived with his family.
“Matthew, (Y/N), always lovely to see you!” Ellen and Jim Hughes greeted. “How drunk are you?” Quinn leaned over and asked. “I had to deal with the wedding stress somehow,” you laughed.
“And you aren’t even the bride,” Quinn teased.
“Not this time,” you mumbled.
The next coming days were a blur. At the rehearsal dinner, you were paired with Quinn. “Make sure my sister doesn’t fall Hughes!” Matthew warned, slightly overprotective as Quinn held out his arm for you. You couldn’t help but stifle your laughter as Quinn tensed up for a second but relaxed when you leaned over to whisper to him.
“Don’t pay attention to him, he won’t do anything unless he catches us kissing or something.”
At the rehearsal dinner, Taryn got to make her speech. Brady had asked Matthew and you to do one tomorrow at the actual wedding. Throughout the whole rehearsal dinner, all you could do was stare at Quinn. Maybe it was the wine.
The next day was the actual wedding and you didn’t see much of Quinn. The girls were talking in the bridal party area as everyone got their hair done. “What about you (Y/N)? Anyone special in your life?” Emma’s cousin asked.
Your face felt hot. “No, not really.”
Quinn almost froze when he saw you for the first time right before the wedding started. “You look, uh, beautiful,” he stuttered out. “Thanks Quinn, you clean up nice too.” You adjusted his boutonniere to be straighter.
After the ceremony, you were dragged over to the open bar by Josh Norris. He was talking to you about needing to get breakfast with you tomorrow, saying he missed you. You didn’t allow yourself to get too drunk until after your speech.
After your speech, your face was warm and red. The open bar at the wedding was being used to your advantage. Your wine glass never seemed to become empty. You were tired of talking to your parents or family members. Brady was too enamored by Emma to come to talk to you, you couldn’t blame him though. It was his wedding and your non sister-in-law looked beautiful. You ended up at Table 8, visiting with the boys. “Wanna go on a walk Quinn? I need fresh air.” you asked lowly.
Quinn walked you outside, his arm looped in yours. You had been drinking wine most of the night. Maybe it was the alcohol talking or maybe it was feelings that had never come to light after years of knowing one another.
The two of you paused, looking out at the night sky where the ceremony had been held. Quinn looked over at you as you spoke softly about the day. His eyes flickered down to your lips. “Quinn, you okay?” you whispered. You wanted him to kiss you badly.
“We should go back before I do something Brady kills me for,” Quinn whispered, lips hovering above yours.
“What he doesn’t know won’t kill him,” you spoke softly.
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A knock on Quinn’s door woke him up. Most of the family and wedding party were all staying in the same hotel. Quinn scrambled out of bed, glad that he at least had boxers on. He was barely awake when he cracked open the door.
Matthew stood there. “Sorry to wake you, have you seen (Y/N)? Brady and Emma leave in an hour and my parents want some send off from us.”
“I haven’t seen her since last night, sorry,” Quinn said tiredly. “It’s cool, I’ll check with Josh, I think they said something about getting breakfast together last night.”
Quinn shut the door and took a deep breath. You had woken up at the first knock but didn’t make a movement when your older brother was at the door. As soon as you heard the door lock shut, you threw the blankets off of your head.
You wore Quinn’s dress shirt as a nightgown. Your hair was no longer neat and your bridesmaid dress was draped on the back of the chair in the room. Your shoes were kicked off in minutes last night but you were nervous about getting the dress ruined so Quinn had stopped his actions last night to drape the dress on the back of the chair instead of crumbled on the ground, before returning to you in bed.
“Do you think he knew I was in here?”
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copper-16 · 10 months ago
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Masterlist
Majority of my works can be found on ao3 (which can be found here), but I’ll link a few of the big ones below along with anything posted on here!
No longer an active writer 🩵
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Ingrid Engen/Mapi Leon
did she feel better than me?
You Didn’t Let Me Finish
Do You See Something I Can't
Success is Easy
Haunted By The Ghost Of You
How You Get The Girl
la princesa
How Do I Trust Again?
Ingrid Engen/Mapi Leon x daughter
I Wanna Thank You Baby, You Make It Feel Like Christmas
Why Would She Say That?
She Feels Safe With You
Scary
You Can Do This
We Can't Figure Out What It Means
She’s Perfect
I’m Sorry
Mascot
The Beginning
Elena and Alexia Day!
Elena - The Later Years
First Meetings
Tulips and Two Embarrassing Mothers
Misa Rodriguez/Marta Cardona
You Can’t Talk No Sh*t Without Penalties
Lena Oberdorf/Jule Brand
Hothead
Andrea Medina x Lola Gallardo (platonic)
I Try, I Try
Lia Wälti/Mariona Caldentey
I'm Scared I'll Always Be This Way, That People Will Not Want To Stay
Jana Fernandez/Jill Roord
Heaven Won’t Be The Same
Couples I will write for/have written for (placed in order of who I am most willing to write about, starting at the top):
Ingrid Engen🇳🇴/Mapi León🇪🇸- 26 works 
Jana Fernández 🇪🇸/Jill Roord🇳🇱 - 4 works 
Mariona Caldentey 🇪🇸/Lia Wälti🇨🇭- 3 works 
Caroline Graham Hansen🇳🇴/Marta Torrejón 🇪🇸 - 4 works 
Ona Batlle 🇪🇸/Aitana Bonmatí🇪🇸 - 1 work 
Ona Batlle🇪🇸/Lucy Bronze🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 - 1 work 
Misa Rodríquez🇪🇸/Marta Cardona🇪🇸 - 1 work 
Lola Gallardo🇪🇸 & Andrea Medina 🇪🇸- 1 work 
Fran Kirby🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿/Maren Mjelde🇳🇴 - 4 works 
Ana Maria Crnogorčević🇨🇭/Lia Wälti🇨🇭 - 1 work
Leah Williamson🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿/Lia Wälti🇨🇭 - 1 work 
Sam Kerr🇦🇺/Kristie Mewis🇺🇸- 4 works 
Frida Maanum🇳🇴/Emma Lennartsson🇸🇪- 5 works 
Magdalena Erickson🇸🇪/Pernille Harder 🇩🇰- 2 works 
Jessie Fleming🇨🇦/Niamh Charles🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 - 1 work 
Laura Wienroither🇦🇹/Stina Blackstenius🇸🇪 - 1 work 
Tobin Health🇺🇸/Christen Press🇺🇸 - 1 work
Patri Guijarro🇪🇸/Claudia Pina🇪🇸 - 1 work
Cata Coll🇪🇸/Claudia Pina🇪🇸 - 1 work
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Ruesha Littlejohn🇮🇪/Katie McCabe🇮🇪 - 2 works 
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Hi can you do one for andrew garfield where he is friends with one of his ex girlfriend. And yn is super uncomfortable with that
I hope this is good enough for you
Uncomfortable
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* English is not my first language I apologise
* Triggers: Angst, Angst, Angst and some fluff
Y/N POV
“Love, the guys asked if I wanted to go out with them, can I go?” Andrew walked in, wearing a black shirt and some dark blue pants. Looking like a god. “Yeah sure.” He smiles and kissed my cheek. “Thank you, I made some dinner for you, it’s in the fridge.” He opened his closet and grabbed his dark blue jacket. “I’ll go then, call me if you need something.” He walks over, planting a kiss on my head. “I will, have fun.” “Thank you love, have a lovely evening yourself.” I smiled at him as he walks back downstairs. I heard him grabbing his keys and left. ‘Let’s watch that Christmas movie.’ I hopped of the bed and grabbed a cosy blanket and dragged it downstairs. I throw the blanket on the sofa and warmed my dinner in the microwave. ‘He always thinks about me.’
I was enjoying my alone time when my best friend texted me. ‘What does she needs now?’ I groaned and opened our chat.
Bestie❤️💋: hey, I’m sorry but you need to see this
Bestie❤️💋: sent a video
I clicked on the video *the gif where he is hugging Emma* My heart scattered as I saw them hugging each other. ‘Why does he hangs out so much with his ex.’
Bestie❤️💋: It’s all over the internet, I thought you should know, I’m sorry
Me: is this from today?
Bestie❤️💋: yes a fan saw him today…
Me: thanks for telling me
Bestie❤️💋: always, call me if you want to talk okay?
Me: yeah I will.
I lay my phone down and rubbed my face. ‘I don’t like this…’ I sighed and stopped the movie that was still playing in the background on the tv. ‘Maybe I’m overreacting, Emma moved on and so is Andrew they are just friends. It’s totally normal…right?’
I was in our pool, swimming my thoughts away when Andrew came home but he wasn’t alone… Emma was with him. “Love?” I heard him calling me as I saw him through the window walking in our house with Emma. “Love are you home?” I ducked away, hiding myself in the pool while watching them. “Maybe she’s out?” “No… she would have called me.” She smiles. “Maybe she’s to the store quickly..” he shook his head. “No she still would have texted me if I needed something from the store.” Andrew rubbed his face. “I’m going to check upstairs, I’ll be right back.” She nods and he walks away. She looks around our kitchen, smiling at some pictures. ‘I understand why he spends time with her, I mean look at her.’ “She not upstairs…” Andrew looked a bit stressed. “Maybe she’s at the indoor pool.” ‘Shit.’ I silently crawled out of the pool and run into our sauna. “Love? Are you here?” I heard him pushing the door further open, entering the pool area. “Love?” I peeked out of the sauna, a fake smile on my face. “Hi, you’re back.” He smiles and walks over. “I was worried about you my love, I couldn’t find you.” “Sorry I guess.” He kissed the top of my head. “No it’s okay my love.” He turns around and smiles brightly at Emma. “I found her.” She smiles and waves at me, I returned a friendly wave back. “Emma needs a place to stay for tonight, she had a fight with her boyfriend. I hope you don’t mind she can stay here in our guest bedroom.” ‘Yes I do mind! She’s your ex Andrew!’ “No of course she can stay.” He smiles and quickly kissed me. “Thank you darling.” I smiled but felt a bit uncomfortable with it. “I’m going to prepare the guest bedroom for her.” He said and walked over to her. “Let me show you your room for the night, miss Stone.” She giggles and nods. “Show me the way mr Garfield.” They both walked upstairs as my face fell. ‘His ex is in our house…’
I went to bed as they stayed downstairs. ‘Can’t believe this, he would be angry if my ex was here.’ I scoffed and got in bed, wrapping the blanket up high to my chin. ‘They are perfect for each other, maybe they finally realised they are meant to be.’ I heard them laughing together and I covered my ears, trying to cancel out the noises. ‘I don’t wanna hear it…’ as tears slowly fell down my cheeks.
Andrew POV
“Okay that’s enough for me tonight, if you don’t mind I’m going to join my girlfriend.” “Of course Andrew.” She smiles at me as I stood up. “If you need something just knock on the door.” “I will, thank you and Y/N for letting me stay tonight.” “No problem, we have the space.” “I’m still thankful for it. She so lovely, I understand why you adore her so much.” I shyly smiled “you do?” She nods as she stood up as well. “Yes of course, I adore her to be honest, she’s always so kind to me.” I smiled at her. “She is kind.” She nods and smiles at me. “But I’m also heading to bed, it was a dreadful day today for me.” “Yes of course, it was a rough day for you.” I locked all the doors and together we walked upstairs. “Well good night Emma.” “Good night Andrew.” I entered my bedroom and closed the door softly behind me. I saw her laying completely under the covers, hiding herself. I smiled and pulled off my shirt and pants. I carefully slipped next to her in bed and moved under the covers. Something wasn’t right as she lay so still with her back turned to me. “Love?” I whispered as I wrapped my arms around her waist, as I did that I moved closer to her, seeing her wet cheeks. “My love, what happened.” I immediately wiped away her tears as she ducks into my chest, breaking down. “Darling…” I kissed her head and rubbed her back as she sobbed into my chest. “I’m here, darling it’s okay.” Her fingers pressed into my bare skin as she held me close, afraid I would leave her. “It’s okay.” I kissed multiple times the crown of her head as she wet my chest.
She calmed down a bit but tears where still falling now and then down her cheeks, I immediately wiped them away if I saw them running down her face. “Love… what made you so sad.” “Do you love me?” Her voice sounded hoarse and broken as she asked me an question that hurt me. ‘Do you love me…’ “of course I love you my love.” ‘ I neglected her, she doesn’t feel loved, she probably doesn’t want me anymore…’ she sniffs and nuzzled her head to my collarbone. “Y-You don’t feel loved? You feel like I don’t love you?” I went with my fingers through her hair, scraping her scalp. She carefully looks up, she’s cried a lot as her beautiful eyes where bloodshot and swollen, Her cheeks were glossy and the tip of her noise was red. “I don’t know.” My heart broke in million pieces. I carefully cupped one side of her face, wiping the new tears away. “My love, I’m so sorry you feel like I don’t love you enough…but believe me I’m deeply in love with you.” She looks away and a single tear fell down my cheek. “Please tell me, why you feel like this…it pains me to see you like this…darling.” My voice cracked as my eyes became watery. Her lip trembles and started to fidget with my other hand. “I-I… I think you’re still in love with Emma.” “Emma?” She nods and hides her face in my neck, feeling ashamed of herself. “Darling, don’t hide yourself please, don’t be ashamed.” I slowly pulled her away from my neck. “Look at me..” my lip trembled as tears run down her cheeks again. “I’m in love with you, I want you. You’re the one I want… I’m sorry if I made you feel like this..” tears were falling down on my face. “I’m only trying to be a good friend and I didn’t realise that I hurt you… I’m sorry” she wraps her arms around me, hugging me and I cried into her shoulder. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.”
She went with her hand through my hair, trying to calm me down. “Please don’t leave me, I’m sorry.” “I’m not leaving you.” Her voice was muffled as she kissed my head. I pulled her closer to me, holding her a bit firmer. “I’m sorry love.” I looked up at her, her beautiful eyes looked at me and smiled sadly at me. “I’m sorry as well, I just… I just felt so uncomfortable with you being so close with her and she’s so perfect for you and…” I kissed her softly, shutting her up. Her hands moved to my shoulders, softly squeezing them as I deepened the kiss. “Baby your perfect, I promise I only want you.” She shyly smiles. “Really?” I nodded and wiped some hair out of her face. “Really, you’re so beautiful, even when you are covered in tears.” She cracked a smile. “I’m sorry I didn’t think about it, that it could make you uncomfortable.” “I’m sorry as well for making you sad.” I shook my head. “No don’t apologise for this, never apologise for sharing you feelings with me.” She grabbed my hand that lay on her cheek. “I love you Andrew.” As she softly squeezed in my hand. I smiled at her and placed a kiss on the tip of her nose. “I love you darling.” She wrapped her legs and arms around me, cuddling me. “I make sure you’re more happy, I’ll hang out a bit lesser with her, even tho she totally adores you.” Her head peeked up. “She does.” “Yeah she’s bugging me for awhile now when I’m going to ask you to be my wife.” I said with a awkward chuckle. “She needs to bug you more then, I’m waiting for awhile now.” I laughed and hugged her close. “You have to wait a little bit longer my love but I promise I will ask you but not now, you deserve way more better than this, here laying in this bed after we cried.” She giggles against my chest. “I can’t wait then mr Garfield.” “Me neither soon to be mrs Garfield.”
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gerec · 23 days ago
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I want to thank your for your amazing fics and recs!!
Plus I wanted to ask if you have any Halloween cherik fic recs? It could about them just celebrating Halloween or about them being monsters or something spooky. Anything that’s considered Halloween themed.
Guys, Sept and Oct have been such busy months for me in RL I haven't had the chance to catch up with recs and writing eek! Hopefully after next week things will slow down so I can properly partake in fandom again lol.
In the meantime, here are a list of Halloween fics for you to check out! I linked a post at the end to a list of vampire aus, but I'll be back with a monster themed Halloween rec list in a short while. Happy reading!!!
HALLOWEEN FIC RECS - PART 1
King of the Pumpkin Patch by tahariel
Charles has a Scaring deficit, but Erik is happy to help him learn to be more frightening this Halloween.
Fusion with Nightmare Before Christmas.
Ring In The Witching Hour by luninosity
Halloween at the mansion (written February 2012). Costume parties, ethics debates, emotional hurt/comfort, implied sex; slight warning for not-very-explicit mention of abuse in Charles's childhood.
To Boldly Dress (Like Those Who Might Have Gone Before) by iberiandoctor (jehane)
Erik doesn’t do Halloween costumes. Peter and Charles try to change his mind.
Seal Your Doom Tonight by CharryWotter
It's October at the X-Mansion, and as everyone prepares for the Halloween party, Peter makes a promise to his friends that he'll finally confess to Erik that he's his son...on Halloween.
When the day rolls around, at Peter's suggestion, Erik is dressed up as a zombie - and is completely out of his element. The party is loud and crowded; and through the noise, Peter gets up the courage and shouts the truth to Erik.
There's just one problem. Under the pounding music of the party, the words "You're my dad," sound quite a lot like "You're undead."
So can you really blame Erik for replying, "I AM AWARE! IT'S YOUR FAULT!"?
with the spiders on the wall by orphan_account
Erik is used to getting roped into a costume for Halloween, what with having 7 year old twins. This year is no different.
Trick or Treat by ximeria
Erik might have developed a bit of a crush on Raven's brother without ever having met him. It's just that he keeps witnessing Raven losing every argument with him on the phone and Erik is curious, okay? Anyone who can argue Raven out of one of her harebrained ideas has to be worth meeting.
The Most Sincere Patch by starlady
"Sexy professor" Charles meets a sexy vampire at Moira's annual Halloween party.
Xavier Family Values by winter_hiems
Charles and Erik love all their children. They’re just a little worried that David might be becoming, well… normal.
(An X-Men Addams Family AU)
trick or treat by pocky_slash
A Halloween ficlet collection.
Haunted House on the Hill by ximeria
Erik's not too sure at first about Raven talking him into taking Lorna to a haunted house party in Westchester. What if it's too scary? What if it's too boring? Is he expected to socialize as well?
Adam and Steve by TurtleTotem
Charles doesn't have a partner for Emma's couples-themed Halloween party, but perhaps he can tempt Erik to help him out...
A Headmaster in Sleepy Hollow by arcapelago (arcanewinter)
Sean is engrossed with the Legend of Sleepy Hollow when Charles lets slip that the historical location is just 30 miles away on the other side of Westchester county. Sean and Alex sneak out of the mansion to investigate, and Charles and Erik go to retrieve them, surprised to discover that North Tarrytown has at least one mystery for the holiday. (Set in the Burdens universe.)
Perfect Match by Gerec
Cherik - mistaken identity at a Halloween party
Vampire AUs
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papartis · 1 month ago
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Reading Marauders Sapphics, Day 1, Marylene
1. Risking It All by JackNSallyGal, loved it, simple Order fic, Lily gets captured and Marylene, Sirius and Emma go on a rescue mission, Marylene was adorable.
2. Value by Rasiaa, incredibly cute, Marlene is watching Mary's relationship with Peter and our girl is PINING, Mary breaks up with Pete and Marylene friends to lovers is just delicious.
3. here with me by the_color_pomegranate, Mary's healing after Mulciber incident, Marls is thinking murderous thoughts (as are we), beautiful, lovely, giggling, kicking up my feet type of fic.
4. No More Crying by pandora_rose_xo, another Mary after Mulciber incident fic, Marlene realising her feelings, marylilylene friendship is perfection, also FOREHEAD KISS!!! I'm deceased.
5. Surviving Together by articcat621, post-first wizarding war marylene being sad yet cutesy, again - FOREHEAD KISS!!! Adorable.
6. christmas lights by writteninverses, marylene christmas fic, so funny, so adorable, bonus blackinnon friendship.
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profoundbondfanfic · 11 months ago
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And more Christmas goodies.
A Wish For Santa by hollyblue2 [Teen and Up, 4k words]
Dean has found friendship in the father of his daughter's best friend, one that he enjoys and wants more out of, but is afraid to ask. That is until Emma has a sleepover and she and Claire begin plotting.
and mercy mild by microcomets [Teen and up, 3k words]
This, Dean thinks, is possibly one of the lamest Christmases in his thirty-five year history, and that includes the time he and Sam strung up beer cans as tinsel while intoxicated, and the time when he'd gotten a skin mag from his dad on Christmas morning.
By the Hearthside by sconesandtextingandmurder and whichstiel [Teen and up, 7k words]
When a snowstorm prevents them from making the drive all the way home to the bunker, Sam, Dean, and Cas take shelter in an empty cabin for the night. It's not the Christmas Eve any of them had planned, but Dean is determined to make it work.
Just for the Holidays by Fallen_Angel_Meg [Explicit, 41k words]
After going through some tough times, Jess, Castiel's best friend, decides the best thing for him to do is to get away for Christmas. She secretly signs up their shared house on a home exchange website and it doesn't take long for them to get some interest. Castiel ends up trading houses with Sam Winchester, despite his hesitations to do so. So now Castiel has to spend his Christmas alone in Lawrence, Kansas. Which isn't so bad because Castiel is looking for some alone time right now, not wanting to get romantically involved with anyone. That is, until he meets Dean Winchester and things get complicated.
Lost and Found by haus_seeblick [Explicit, 41k words]
A newly-engaged Castiel is traveling to meet his future in-laws, when he collides — literally — with a kind, green-eyed man at the airport. Dean is on his way home from a failed business trip, when he meets a man who makes his heart beat faster than it has in a long time. An unexpected coincidence has them spending the holidays together... and that's when things get complicated.
mistletoe & peppermint cocoa by navylights [Teen and up, 5k words]
Cas and Dean are on a mission: to pick up the perfect Christmas tree for their first Christmas with everyone alive and well. And while Cas and Dean are out shopping, and buying cocoa on a snowy afternoon, a certain meddling younger brother is putting up mistletoe in the bunker. (Or, the absurdly fluffy Christmas carols/cocoa/mistletoe/tree decorating/Christmas lights fic of your dreams)
Naughty or Nice by MittenWraith [Teen and up, 9k words]
Jack just wants to create a festive holiday wonderland in the bunker, but his plans never seem to work out the way he hopes. When Patience shows up to warn Dean of a psychic vision of his imminent demise, she inadvertently helps things go right (but only after they all go shockingly awry).
Under the Mistletoe by Kitmistry [Teen and Up, 5k words]
Dean didn't understand why Charlie insisted they hang a mistletoe over the door of the bakery, but maybe she was onto something. Or the one where Dean kissed his Christmas crush.
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seeminglyranch87 · 11 months ago
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Taylor & Travis Timeline
December 2023 - part 1
December 1 - Taylor and Travis attend Christmas Party at a pop-up bar wearing matching Christmas sweaters featuring squirrels - or should we say "squirle"? IYKYK. (x) Kansas City
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Twitter April 2011 - Travis
IG Halloween Oct. 2021 - Taylor
December 2 - Travis arrives ahead of Chiefs v Packers Game, Green Bay, WI
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December 3 - Chiefs v Packers, Lambeau Field, Green Bay, Wisconsin. Defeated 19 - 27
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Taylor attends the game bringing Brittany Mahomes & Lyndsay Bell with her on her jet. They return to KC immediately after the game.
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December 5 - Taylor seen out for dinner with Jack Antonoff in NYC
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December 6 - Taylor Swift is announced as TIME Person of the Year - 2023 (x) This is a brilliant article - go check it out!
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Most recently, she’s been dating the NFL star Travis Kelce, as has been well documented when she attends his games. “I don’t know how they know what suite I’m in,” she says. “There’s a camera, like, a half-mile away, and you don’t know where it is, and you have no idea when the camera is putting you in the broadcast, so I don’t know if I’m being shown 17 times or once.” She is sensitive to the attention that’s put on her when she shows up. “I’m just there to support Travis,” she says. “I have no awareness of if I’m being shown too much and pissing off a few dads, Brads, and Chads.”
I point out that it’s a net positive for the NFL to have a few Swifties watching. “Football is awesome, it turns out,” Swift says playfully. “I’ve been missing out my whole life.” (A game she attended in October was the most-watched Sunday show since the Super Bowl.)
“This all started when Travis very adorably put me on blast on his podcast, which I thought was metal as hell,” she says. “We started hanging out right after that. So we actually had a significant amount of time that no one knew, which I’m grateful for, because we got to get to know each other. By the time I went to that first game, we were a couple. I think some people think that they saw our first date at that game? We would never be psychotic enough to hard launch a first date.” The larger point, for her, is that there’s nothing to hide. “When you say a relationship is public, that means I’m going to see him do what he loves, we’re showing up for each other, other people are there and we don’t care,” she says. “The opposite of that is you have to go to an extreme amount of effort to make sure no one knows that you’re seeing someone. And we’re just proud of each other.”
Taylor attends the premiere of "Poor Things" in support of friend Emma Stone, Rockefeller Center, NYC. Taylor sat with Laura Dern, Suki Waterhouse and Robert Pattinson
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December 8 - Taylor seen out with Selena Gomez, Zöe Kravitz, Cara Delevingne, Anya Taylor-Joy in NYC
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Go to December 2023 part 2
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Captain Swan Christmas Reruns presents: Emma's First Perfect Christmas
Recommended by: @booksteaandtoomuchtv
What we love: EVERYTHING! There are so many wonderful things in these glimpses like decorated Christmas pancakes, Captain Cobra Swan getting a Christmas tree, Killian learning about the mistletoe, and so many more lovely moments. I loved it when it was my Secret Santa gift and loved rereading it again this year.
Merry Christmas to my @cssecretsanta2020 giftee, @booksteaandtoomuchtv !!! It's been so hard not to spoil the reveal, but I'm happy to announce that it's me!
For your gift, I've written you a lovely little fic, (partly based on our Captain Swan Christmas Headcanons lists!)
Emma's First Perfect Christmas by kazoosandfannypacks (General Audiences, 9K words, 9 chapters, CaptainSwan fluff, CaptainCobraSwan)
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Like many things in this world, Emma had been indifferent to the holidays, as long as they kept their difference. She’d never had a good Valentine’s date, never been able to afford a real Halloween costume, and couldn’t find much to be thankful for before she arrived in Storybrooke. A lot had changed since her arrival, and even moreso after they broke the first curse- suddenly she had a child, and later parents, and a grandma, and friends, and even later a husband- she now had a family, and the problem with families is that they love to celebrate, they love nostalgia, and sentimentality- and her family excelled at that. They’d started celebrating Thanksgivings after Ingrid sacrificed herself to stop her curse- during those few weeks when everything seemed like a happy ending- though they were then still a couple years off from their happy beginning. But now that they had happiness, and they were living a normal life, Mary Margaret had announced at Thanksgiving dinner that they should add another holiday into the mix- Christmas.
“Why couldn’t she have picked Halloween next?” Emma thought as they drove home from Thanksgiving dinner, “Or fourth of July? Or groundhog’s day- though the Bill Murray movie might hit a little too close to curse on that one.” “Are you alright, love?” Killian asked. “Yeah.” Emma looked at him with a half second’s fake smile, then fixed her eyes back on the road. “Why do you ask?” “Well I’m not the best driver in the family,” Henry piped in from the back seat, “but I’m pretty sure you usually stop at an intersection.” “I’m fine,” Emma said, “Just got a lot on my mind.” “Are you sure, love?” Killian asked. Emma didn’t need to look at him- she could tell by the concern on his voice what worry to read on his face. “We can talk about it later.” Emma said. Killian nodded out of the corner of Emma’s eye, then tried to change the subject. “So, Henry, tell me more about this Christmas we’re going to be celebrating.” Emma tried to just nod along and not stress out as her boys changed the subject to exactly what was weighing on her mind. “It’s a time to celebrate with family,” Henry said, “with lots of peace and hope and goodwill and joy. It’s the closest thing this land has to magic outside of Storybrooke.” “Fascinating!” Killian said. “What brought this celebration about?” “It’s kinda like the birthday of a god, or a king, or something like that.” Henry said. “So like King’s Day?” Killian asked. “King’s Day?” “It’s a holiday from the Enchanted Forest, on the King’s birthday.” “How do you celebrate King’s Day?” Henry asked. “Commiting crimes.” Killian smiled. Emma hit the brakes a little harder than she should’ve as they pulled into the driveway. “You celebrate King’s Day by committing crimes?” She raised an eyebrow at Killian, who flashed a charming smile. “Well, other people celebrated it with festivals and banquets and paying extra taxes. We celebrated by committing crimes.” “Let’s not bring that tradition into our celebration, okay?” Emma asked, “Christmas and stealing don’t exactly go hand in hand.” “Unless you’re the Grinch.” Henry said. “The what?” Killian asked. Henry ignored him, apparently struck with a realization. “Mom, do you think the Grinch is real too?” “The Grinch?” Emma asked, as they got out of the car. “Yeah, and Whos down in Whoville.” Henry added. “Henry, I’m pretty sure that one’s just a…” she was about to say “just a fairytale,’ but as Captain Hook stepped out of her car with a plastic bag of thanksgiving leftovers, she realized she might need to suspend a little more disbelief. “I don’t know. Maybe?”
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ghostgorlsworld · 11 months ago
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Johnny Boy (part six)
Werewolf! Johnny x reader
part one is here
Once upon a time, you would've done anything for John Mctavish. He had been your older brother's cool best friend, and you were always desperate for him to see you as more--until one fateful night that ends up with you pregnant and him...gone. Fast forward six years and you've made a good life for yourself with your daughter Emma, with Johnny none the wiser. Until he decides to knock on your door.
Guys I cannot stress this enough, there is SMUT in this chapter. There is also dubious consent because of alcohol, as well as dark!Johnny being dark. He's not a good guy in this story and he's not all the way human, so his morals are WAY off--also I don't write smut very often so pls tell me if it was bad.
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A bottle of wine later and you were feeling much better about the situation. After all, you weren’t sure you even wanted to kiss Charlie–he dressed like a frumpy old man and had weekly dinners with his grandmother. 
Before he was a slag, those qualities were endearing, like a stray dog with an ear flopped over. Now, they were just…unappetizing.
Not like Johnny, ridiculous mohawk or no. 
You uncorked another bottle of the expensive wine Tom had gotten you for Christmas and poured yourself another hefty glass, Pride and Prejudice 2005 keeping you company on the telly. 
It was nine o’clock. You texted Tom to make sure he had Emma in bed, just a touch too tipsy to see the keys properly.
Yes, she’s asleep, are you drunk??
You smiled to yourself. No.
Did you get stood up again?
You sniffled. Fuck off. 
You forced yourself away from the phone, focusing back on Mr. Darcy and the infamous hand scene. 
You found yourself thinking about Johnny again. The first time he kissed you was a little fuzzy, but you could remember the hand gripping your chin, the fingers digging into your skin. 
It had been like he had wanted to devour you, and you were just happy to be devoured. 
It was half-way through the glass when a knock came to the door.
It was probably Charlie, with his tail between his legs. You sighed, pausing the telly as you wobbled to your feet.
“What?” You snapped, ripping the door open.
“Nice pajamas, kitty.”
Johnny stood on your doorstep once again, carrying a takeout box that smelled suspiciously like your favorite pizza and garlic knots. He smiled, so blue-eyed and pretty it physically made you want to cry.
“What do you want?” You sighed, steadying yourself against the wall. “Can’t a girl wallow in peace?” “Ah, did I interrupt a pity party, kitty?” Johnny teased, inviting himself in. “Perfect. I brought ye dinner.”
“Johnny,” you said, your voice pitching close to a whine. 
He stilled, looking at you. His hand came up, pinching your chin like he used to. “You havnae called me Johnny in a very long time.” The rawness of his voice broke you down into someone you used to be, someone that loved him. You leaned into the warmth of his palm, unable to stop yourself. “You were gone, Johnny. I missed you.” Johnny’s fingers tightened on your jaw, his mouth twisting to the side. His eyes flickered to the table, where the empty bottle sat. “You’re shit-faced, kitty.” You nodded, his thumb sliding up to brush against your bottom lip. “M’a light weight now. Motherhood means bein’ responsible, and no drinkin’.” “It looks good on ye,” Johnny said, finally dropping his hand.
“What, the alcohol?”
“Bein’ a mother. I used to think about it sometimes, what you were doing–if you were with anyone, if you had any pups yet.” Johnny turned, busying himself with the pizza. “When they let me reach out to Tom, I think the first words out me mouth were about you.” That surprised you. “He never told me about that.” “Mmm,” Johnny rumbled. “He’s a good brother. He told me you were happy, and that you weren’t alone. That was it, no matter how much I asked.” He put a slice on a plate and gave it to you. “Now sit, kitty. I need you to sober up a bit.” You obeyed, taking a bite as you sat before him. “I stopped trying to find you after her third birthday. I just figured that you would be better off not knowing, you know, I could finally move on.” The alcohol had dampened the anger in your chest, you felt…open. Open to talking about it. Bleeding the poison from the wound.
Johnny slid a hand into his pocket, pulling out a very worn, very tattered picture of-
You. It was you six years ago, Johnny’s arm around your shoulder as you laughed.“Carried it w’me all over the world, kitty.” That contradicted everything. “But why? You don’t…” you trailed off, the wine haze falling away with your shock. 
“Why do you think I left, lass?” Johnny asked, his eyes reflecting the glare of the dim kitchen lights. “Did you ever ask yourself why the fuck I didn’t call you or why I never responded to your letters?” This was confusing. You frowned. “Of course I did. I just figured you…you grew out of me. You found your family with people more like you.” Johnny reached into his coat and pulled out a wad of papers, neatly gathered by a rubber band. 
They were letters. Your letters, the ones you had sent when he left the first time, the pages yellowed and crumpled with use, as if they were read often. 
“I kept ‘em, every last one,” Johnny trailed a hand over the paper, gently as if they were something precious. “Does it look like I forgot you?” “Sure felt like it,” you said, but the venom was gone. 
“Some of them still smelled like you. The lads  thought I’d lost me mind, reading the same fucking letters every night after missions.”
“Johnny,” you said. “Johnny this doesn’t make any sense, I thought…I thought you came for Emma.” “I dinnae know she even existed, kitty, I thought I was doing the right thing, staying a world away from you.” “But why? You-you broke my heart, I thought you didn’t want anything to do with me or Tommy.” Within a blink, Johnny was kneeling before you, his hands on your knees as his eyes bored into yours. You felt a chill, a whisper of fight or flight pricking your neck at his predatory stare.
“It wasn’t right, what I felt for the little girl I taught how to ride a bike, kitty,” he whispered. “I left because you were sixteen and I shouldn't have been thinking the things I was thinking. It’s different for wolves, see, we…we know when someone is right for us, we can smell it, and it’s hard to fight instinct, kitty, it’s who we are.” “But I loved you enough to think about your future. I wanted you to have a life without me standin’ over your shoulder, I wanted to give you time to choose what you wanted.” “I wanted you,” you said honestly, reeling from his words. “I know, kitty, but that didn’t make it right. I came back a few years later thinkin’ maybe things would be different, that maybe I could control myself but…I couldn’t stand bein’ in a fuckin’ room with you. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t think, so I signed for another contract, this one different from the others. They would take me away from you, and in return I could hunt, I could be me, the real me, for the first time in me life–because if I was myself around you, you wouldn’t like it very much, bonnie.” He nuzzled into your neck, breathing in deep. “Then suddenly you were there, the night before I was s’posed to leave, and you were fuckin’ sloshed and gorgeous and everything I couldn’t have.” You remembered that night fuzzily. It hadn’t taken much, just a smile pointed his way and your clumsy kiss on his cheek then suddenly he was pulling you away from the bar, shoving his tongue down your throat in the dark back alley. He had tasted like beer and whiskey and Johnny. You had never wanted him more.
Your eyes welled up. You looked away, blinking furiously. “Johnny,” you sighed. “I can’t. I spent six years being so unbelievably hurt, you can’t fix it in a night.” He kissed your jaw, teeth scraping against your skin. “I know, kitty, I’ll spent the rest of our fuckin’ life making it right. Everything I ever wanted with you happened while I wasn’t here, I’ll never let you go now.” You tried to push him away, but Johnny was a big lad, his hands sliding to your hips to clutch you closer. He licked away the tears on your cheek with a hum, just like Emma always tried to do. 
“I’m not yours,” you said, your voice holding zero conviction. “You left.”
But Johnny wasn’t paying attention, his face in your hair. “You smell like the mother of my baby, ” he said roughly, inhaling. “When Tom told me you were with someone two years ago, I lost control for the first time in a fucking decade. Bit a head off or two, imaginin’ they were him, this bastard you allowed in my place.” His teeth nipped at your collar, already longer and sharper than they had been a moment before. 
“John,” you said, pushing at his chest. “What are you doing?”
Johnny pulled away, his eyes sparkling. “C’mon, kitty cat, we both know how pent-up ya are,” he went in for a kiss but you turned your head, his mouth landing on your chin. It didn’t stop him though, his tongue laving a line from your chin to the corner of your mouth. “Please, kitty, lemme help,” Johnny panted, his breath hot and sticky against your skin. “I’ll make it worth your while.”
You had forgotten how gross he was sometimes, how he liked to lick and bite, even when you play-fought as kids. It turned you on more than anything, white-hot liquid pooling in your belly as the musky taste of his hormones filled the air.
You let him kiss you. Johnny made a noise, a mix between a growl and a whine as he got to work ruining your mouth. It wasn’t a good kiss–but it was so Johnny, messy and wild and slightly painful, his teeth catching on your bottom lip just so he could lick the pinpricks of blood away. 
“Missed ya, kitty cat,” he said, forcing you to look in his eyes while he swiped his tongue back into your throat. “All I had was a picture and letters, but I could get off just from you writing that you missed me, just from your smell lingering on the fucking paper.” You made a surprised noise in the back of your throat, the wine causing you to shift in your seat, feeling the heat of your arousal soak through your underwear.
Johnny inhaled deeply, shoving his head between your legs before you could pull away. He bit you through your pajama pants playfully, his teeth digging into the soft meat of your thigh. 
You yelped and he laughed, a harsh, gritty noise that made you shiver. “Johnny,” you whined, pushing at his head. 
“Johnny,” he mimicked, grinning as he nipped at your fingers. The glint in his eye reminded you of simpler days, when he was just lazy-eyed Johnny that made you laugh. 
“This is such a bad idea,” you said weakly. Your head was spinning, dizzy with alcohol and desire.
“You can hate me tomorrow, bonnie,” he said fondly, kissing your knee as he slid your pajama pants down your hips. 
And you allowed it. You let him shuck your pants, you let him paste sticky kisses to your underwear line, his penchant for dirty talk that you barely remembered coming in full swing as he swiped a callused finger through your slick.
“My poor girl,” Johnny cooed, sinking his teeth into your thigh as if to control himself. “I tried to be good, kitty, I tried so, so fuckin’ hard–I was gonnae take my time, win ya over, wait until you were fuckin’ gaggin’ for it, but I’m just  not that man anymore.” You slid your hand through his hair, just like you used to, that old love squeezing your heart so hard you thought it might burst. It was soft and thick, your nails scraping against his scalp. 
The simple act of affection pushed him over the edge. He had his mouth on you in an instant, the lacy edges of your underwear drifting to the floor in shreds. 
Your whine was caught in your throat when Johnny gripped your hips with sharpened nails, dragging you closer to himself with a ripple of power.
Johnny didn’t look like Johnny anymore. The humor drained from his gaze as he looked up at you, the blue sharpening into something cruel, something like a killer.
Something like a wolf. 
You looked away as he licked a line from back to front, pleasure shuddering up your spine. God it had been so long-
“Oh, no, bonnie,” Johnny panted, the sharp drag of his nails painful against your hips. “Eyes down here. Don’t ever fuckin’ look away.” His hand grabbed your chin, pulling your attention back to him. “Watch,” he said, his tone deadly soft. 
Johnny had always known how to embarrass you, how to make you squirm. He licked and sucked, dipping his tongue inside of you just to tease, just to make you yelp and blush. 
It felt like hours. You would make a soft noise and he would slide another finger inside of you just to make you squeal, the stretch making your jaw drop. 
“She’s cryin’ for it, eh, kitty?” Johnny whispered, flexing his hand. “She was fuckin’ waiting for me.” You come embarrassingly quick, gripping his hair and squirming as you cream into his mouth. He continues licking you far past the trembling aftershocks, cleaning up his mess like a good dog.
“Too much, too much,” you hissed, wriggling away from his needful mouth. 
Johnny fucking laughed at you, his mouth slick and his eyes so hazy he looked as drunk as you felt. “I’ve been thinkin’ about the way ya taste for so long I thought I dreamed it.” He looked younger for a moment, the scars disappearing, the stray gray hairs in his mohawk fading to brown. Suddenly, you couldn’t stand to look at him, the heat cooling on your skin. 
“Johnny,” you said, choking on your words. You couldn’t help the tears pricking your eyes, a stray tear falling down your cheek. 
“Shh, bonnie,” Johnny brought you in his arms, guiding your head into the space between his shoulder and neck with his wide palm. “You’re all tuckered out, hmm? I’m sorry, kitty, I didn’t mean ta push you so far…” He whispered in your ear while he carried you to bed, his accent twisting and turning the words into Scottish gibberish. You nodded sleepily against his shoulder, already half-convincing yourself that this was a dream as he tucked you in bed like a little girl.
“Night, bonnie,” Johnny whispered, pressing a scratchy kiss to your forehead. 
You mumbled something incoherent, tucking your pillow over your head.
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polkadotsunshine · 1 month ago
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It lives up to the hype
An inverted review of I Saw the TV Glow
In 2015, a few days before Christmas break, my friend Heather told me that Undertale, "lives up to the hype." We were on The Bridge in our highschool - a connector between the building with all the classrooms and the building with the cafeteria, gym, and music rooms. The Bridge doubled as the senior lounge; only juniors and seniors were supposed to sit at the tables lining its edges. I thought that rule was stupid. Unfortunately, it didn't really matter what I thought about the rule anymore, since I was already a senior.
I had seen the Steam store page for Undertale but I didn't really know anything about it. I pretended like I knew things about it because I wanted to be someone who knew things it. She told me that I should play it.
I didn't really know how to act around Heather. I didn't not have a crush on her, but I couldn't sort out my feelings. A year before, an upperclassman dared me to confess my love to her. It was clear to everyone that I was weird around Heather. For reasons irrelevant, completing the dare would earn me cash that I desperately needed and failing to undertake it would result in a loss of extra credit for a class I was in. Confronted with the actual possibility of dating someone, I was too terrified to take the dare.
Nearly a decade later, my mom mentioned Heather in passing, briefly talking about the massive crush she had on our mutual friend Justin, to make some other unrelated point. I felt surprised and stupid that I never noticed her crush in highschool. To be honest, back on The Bridge in 2015, I don't remember if Heather was talking to me. It feels more likely that she was talking to Justin or some other friend sitting nearby and I experienced the conversation through proxy.
I downloaded Undertale to my laptop before I traveled to my grandma's house for Christmas. By saying the game, "lives up to the hype," Heather had communicated two things. First, the game had considerable critical acclaim and popular appeal. Second, the game spoke for itself better than any analysis could. The indirectness of her praise made it feel more true, in the same way you know a movie spoiler is more true if you overhear it between two friends than if someone obnoxiously tells you, "Guess what? He dies in the end!"
In the winter of 2015 I was working on a game of my own. It was a tactics game where each class of units had a unique combat minigame because I found automatic battles boring at the time. When I got to the second combat encounter in Undertale, when I realized each enemy had a unique combat minigame, my mind exploded straight out of my skull. Undertale actualized the goal for my game far better than I ever could, even if I could pull perfect imagination out of my brain and into a computer. Just a few days later, I would beat Undertale, tears streaming down my face.
I loved going to my grandma's for Christmas. I got heaps of presents from 11 extended family members in addition to my normal gifts. I would play with them and my Dad's childhood toys while exploring my grandma's beautifully huge house. My cousins James and Emma, only a couple years older than my me and brother Jayson, would spend the whole time with us. We got to play on their GameCube and once it came out, their Xbox 360. Jayson and I were usually only allowed to play video games on weekends and for only two hours per week; but at my grandma's, we were allowed to play as much as we wanted. It was the best time of the year. It was a time when things were different.
Unfortunately, in 2015, I didn't like going to my grandma's anymore. James, Emma, and Jayson had all gone to college. I felt like a kid, still playing video games. Our separate table for dinner - the kids table - no longer existed. All 18 of us, long term girlfriends and stay-in doctors included, sat around the same table eating the same food. I didn't like traditional Chinese food, but my mom's insistence that I should be cooked a special meal made me feel worse. I couldn't keep up with everyone's clever jokes and serious questions. I was angry, confused, and I acted out. My family was frustrated with me. So was I. I went back to playing video games, alone.
I used to wake up before sunrise and run around the whole house waiting for James and Emma to wake up. In 2015, I woke up late and I stayed in later. I hid under my blanket and read webcomics on my iPod. I had just started reading some sci-fi comic that had good reviews on Reddit. At the end of the first chapter, the main character peeps through a door crack and watches his sister have sex with another woman. It felt wrong. I must be such a sick pervert to enjoy reading about lesbians. I felt like the brother, watching from the outside. I must be a sick pervert because sometimes I wished that-
I locked myself in the bathroom and didn't talk to anyone.
At the start of Undertale, it prompts you to enter your name. For the first time in my life, I wrote Maya. Each time I died, the game would ask me, plead me, command me to never give up. It would call me Maya and I would try again. I clawed my way to the end of that game and it promised, "Despite everything, it's still you." At the end of the true pacifist route, I walked backwards then forwards through every room in the game and interacted with everything one last time. I beat Undertale, tears streaming down my face.
The next morning was Christmas day. Jayson noticed I had a new iPod background set to a screenshot of Flowey. He expressed surprise that I had done such a thing so soon after beating the game. If it were anything else, I would have defensively walked back my decision, gone silent, and coldly left the room. That same trip, I had reacted this way when Jayson asked about the Vocaloid wallpaper on my laptop. But with Undertale, I was confident. It had lived up to the hype. I knew it was great. I told Jayson, "It's that good."
On Friday, October 11 2024, I found myself saying, "I Saw the TV Glow lives up to the hype." I have sparingly used this phrase over the years to convey my ultimate love for something. I hope that it will spark the same curiosity and confidence that Heather gave me when I played Undertale. Only now, I realize how fitting it is to use this story to describe that film.
Undertale was my Pink Opaques. When real life was a string of shameful dissociated events, I lived through my so-called immature interests in video games and comics. I desperately latched onto anything that was different than my terrible life. Before I became myself, I couldn't imagine being in a relationship because it felt like my heart had been cut out of me. I was dying. Undertale showed me I could be loved and powerful. It showed me that Maya was still me. I Saw the TV Glow parallels these events, understanding me like nothing and no one ever has.
When I finished film, heart palpitations overwhelmed me for an hour. I couldn't speak. I couldn't stop thinking about it. I couldn't stop imagining my life if I had been more like Owen. I heaved deep gulps of air to remind myself what I'd done. I was alive. Twelve hours later I couldn't sleep, so I switched on the lights and began reading Tumblr.
I expected devastated sobs of scattered thoughts, like my own. Instead, I saw reviews from writers who had ample time to sort their feelings. Every post was hopeful. They repeated words I had initially glazed over: "It's never too late." I've never really related to trans stories or experiences until now, but this film has connected me to an entire community of people like me.
The film had asked me, pleaded me, commanded me to never give up. Its passion will live with me, haunting me and empowering me until the day I die. I Saw the TV Glow lives up to the hype.
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ladylooch · 2 years ago
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Loving & Leaving- Timo Meier
Summary: Nico Hischier's sister, Emma, finds herself in sinful cahoots with a different Devil.
AU Status: Active
Original Parts (start here):
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6
More in chronological order:
Strictly Pleasure
Breaking All My Rules
That Night in Ibiza
After That Night in Ibiza
Waking up next to you
Day Date Disaster
Timo's perspective of finding out about Lio
Irrevocably
The Trouble with His Parents | Timo's POV
Going Home With You
Gender Reveal
Phone Sex
We're the Meiers
Timo's ties
You're Mine
Every Time
More Trouble with his Parents
Timo's Old Flame
Girls Night Out
Devils Party
Breakfast
Pick up the Pieces
Every Where
Protector
A Sick Emma and a perfect T
Road Visit
You'll Be The Death of Me
NJ Fear
Moody while pregnant
When Nico and Timo fight
Liv's Birth
First Time After Liv
Fighting for You
Girl dad T
Surprise Getaway
Hot Tub Sex
The Twins
High Risk Issues | Emergency C-Section
Post Twins Romp
Ibiza looks different
Forgetting Lio's Skates
Christmas Morning
Daddy Daughter Date
Liv's close call
Lice
Picking Fights
Livy's Post Game Visit
Second Chances
Liv's Sleep Over
The Next Morning
When Emma Said No
Much, Much more in their blog tag here.
Meier AU Celebration Blurbs all live here.
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littleoanh · 2 years ago
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Kakucho x Fem!Reader
Summary: Christmas dinner with the Sano Family Household!
Word Count: 1976 Warnings: Manga spoilers (final arc), established relationship, cursing, and smut (kissing, grinding, spanking, Kakucho calling reader pet names, a bit of Dom!Kakucho, bondage, oral, edging, creaming, creampie, and a little aftercare). 
Tag: @mekiza for Secret Santa Collab and my person I am writing for is @nanamis-wifey-reye! I hope you like this :)
Special Thanks: EB for proofreading!
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The sound of the oven beeping, alerts you to grab oven mitts and open the oven’s door.  Once open, the aroma of your dish makes your mouth water. Mmmm, it’s perfect, smiling to yourself while pulling your dish out to carefully placing it on the counter. Izana and your beloved boyfriend, Kakucho, are hosting a small early Christmas dinner in their shared home. Christmas music is playing in the background, the Sano family is setting up the dining table, and the laughter of Emma’s and Draken’s newborn baby girl brings joy to everyone's ears. Removing the over mitts from your hands, someone slides their strong arms around your waist, leaning against you.
“Smells good,” Kakucho snuggles his head into the crook of your neck, “but not as good as you.” His hair tickles your neck, making you giggle softly. “Anything I can do to help, baby?”
“No, just waiting for this to cool down a bit before I take it to the table-” Kakucho releases you to grab the hot dish with his bare hands, “Ah wait! Kaku it’s too hot-!” You worry that his hands might get burned.
“I got it.” He smiles softly, giving you a quick peck on the forehead before bringing it to the dining table. Everyone stares at your dish, complimenting how it looks and delicious smells. Kakucho proudly gushes how amazing of a cook you are, bringing a bright and shy smile on your face.
Kakucho and you have been together for about two years. You two first met at Izana’s non profit organization ‘Tenjiku’, where you were one of the volunteers. You make bento boxes for the underprivileged orphans and play with them along with the others.
“It’s time to eat!” Izana gathers everyone to come sit at the dining table. You sit between Kakucho and Emma. Everyone passes the plates around to load the appetizing food and offers choices of holiday drinks. The conversations at the table vary between Mikey’s recent race competition, Shin’s bike shop, Izana’s organization, and Emma’s and Draken’s newborn. You hold their newborn, who is the exact copy of Emma. Blonde hair and big blue eyes. Blowing raspberries on her cute little tummy, she laughs while kicking her little feet. In the corner of your eye, you notice Kakucho staring at the both of you in a loving gaze. 
“What is it?” Tilting your head to the side, Kakucho breaks into a tender smile.
“Nothing, just think how cute you are.” Your cheeks have a little heat from his sudden compliment. Not knowing what to say you go back to playing with the baby. After the big feast, everyone is hit with food-coma. Feeling a bit tired yourself, you decide to take a nap in Kakucho’s bedroom. Heading to his bed, you slide into his warm comfy sheets. You lay face down, smelling his pillows which smells just like him and wrap yourself deeper into his comforting scent. “[Y/n]?” Hearing a light knock on his door, “Are you in here?”
“I’m in here.” Kakucho opens the door to find you all bundled up and chuckles.
“What are you doing, baby?” Leaning against the door frame with a sexy grin. 
“Just… missing your scent.” He raises one of his eyebrows, then comes into his bedroom, closes his door and makes sure it is locked. 
“If you miss my scent,” Sliding into the bed next to you and pulling your body onto his muscular body, “all you have to do is straddle me.” Laying on top of him, he rubs his large hands on your wonderland body, lighting your skin in a blaze. His hand moves your hair out of your face, tucking behind your ear. The way he looks at you, it’s as though you are the only woman for him. His fingers gently pull your face towards his, kissing your soft lips. 
The kiss starts off slow but deep, his other hand slides towards your ass and gives them a squeeze. Gasping, he slips his tongue into your mouth to play with yours. You moan into the steamy kiss and grind your hips to feel his clothed cock. He lets out a sexy low groan and spanks your ass, urging you to keep doing that. Moving your hips more, your panties get more wet. The friction of rubbing your clothed clit against his is infuriating. You need more.
“Mmm Kaku… need you.” You whimper close to his lips, pleading with your sensual gaze. Fortunately, you are wearing a dress, making it easier for him to slide his hand under to pull your wet panties off. Impatiently, you remove his trousers and boxers and toss them to the side. About to touch his large hardened cock, he stops you. “Kaku?” Not understanding why.
“You worked so hard today.” He sits up, the way his cock sliding across your wet slit makes you squeak. “Let me take care of you.” Flipping you onto your back, he reaches over to his side table to grab something from his drawer. It is a  gold rimmed, translucent ribbon, normally used for wrapping presents.
“What are you doing?” You ask him curiously, he smirks.
“I want to try something new. Do you trust me?” Nodding your head without hesitation, he grabs your chin and stoically stares into your eyes. “I’m going to need to hear you say it, baby girl.” Whoa, you did not know he had this side of him. Kakucho is normally a loving and tender lover. Excitement courses through your body, your clit throbs like crazy.
“Yes, I trust you.” He grabs your hands and ties the ribbon together in a nice, not too tight bow. Kakucho places a tender kiss on your wrists, then holds them against your tits. Sliding his muscular body down, his breath on your wet slit brings you shivers. 
“You have been so good this year.” Kakucho teasingly kisses your inner thighs, intentionally making your legs twitch with anticipation. “Just relax and be a good girl.” Sending you a dark smoldering look before diving into your drench cunt. You gasp loudly, his tongue aggressively and enthusiastically licks your entire pussy like it is his dessert. The wet lewd sounds his appreciation grunts, your stifled moans are all you can hear throughout his bedroom. His warm tongue slurping your jewel and slipping two fingers into your entrance. 
“Ah, Kaku~” Fucking his fingers into your tight hole, hitting your sweet spot. Over. And over. And over again. “I-I’m about to cum-!”
“Not yet.” His eyes meet your shocking gaze, he never edged you before. Whining, you are doing your best to hold back your orgasm. However, he makes it difficult for you especially with how hard he is sucking on your clit. 
“Kaku, please! I-I can’t take it!” You plead with tears forming in your eyes, but Kakucho still rejects you. Throwing your head back in, you try to squirm away from him in rebellion but his grip on you is strong. Kakucho looks back up at you, letting out a small chuckle. Where do you think you’re going? Feeling a little bad for making you hold out, he breaksway his lips from your swollen clit. 
“Does my poor baby want to cum?” Nodding your head while whimpering, he blows air into your pussy and your legs twitch. “Use your words.”
“Yes, yes! Please, please, please. Need’ta cum. Wanna cum so bad.” You quietly beg him, tears roll down your heated cheeks. He had never witnessed this look on your face before, it made his cock throb hard. You look so pretty with your cheeks flush and the way you desperately whine for him. He loves it. Using his free hand, he cups your cheek and smirks.
“Hold on for just a little longer.” Not giving you a chance to plead, he easily split your pussy with his hardened cock. You yelp how rough he is with you, but you are all for it. He slams his cock aggressively, making his bed squeak and headboard hit against the wall. His harsh pace is making it even more difficult for you not to scream in pleasure. Especially the way Kakucho hits your g spot, your eyes rolling back. To add more intensity, he slides his hand down to your neck and grabs it to rut his cock into your cunt mercilessly. 
“F-fuckkkkkk.” You can’t take it anymore, accidentally cumming and creaming around his girth without permission. Does Kakucho care? No. Absolutely not. This turns him feral to see white substances around his cock. He continues his pace relentlessly to keep you high in pleasure. Once he feels you are back down, he flips your shaky body and lifts your hips up.
“Shit, baby.” Spreading your pussy with his hands, he sees how creamy and messy you are. “Look so good.” Pushing his cock back into your tight messy hole, he watches your ass bounce. He smacks your ass but not as hard as he likes because the house is quiet and he did not want anyone to interrupt. You moan erratically and gripping into his sheets, he is turning your brain into mush. Kakucho grabs your hair, twirls it, and pulls it hard while fucking you like a jackhammer. 
“Oh, god-!” Kakucho covers your mouth with his other large hand to prevent you from alerting everyone in the house. 
“You gotta stay quiet baby.” He breathlessly instructs you, feeling your drool dripping into his palm. Not bothersome for him, Kakucho keeps going at a steady pace. His cock starts to pulsate, ready to paint your walls. Sweat drips on his forehead, he softly pants, and his rhythm grows sloppy. “Argh, baby.” He moans, thick ropes of cum fills you up. Pulling his cock out, thick loads of cum dribble out of your pussy. “Baby, are you alright?” Leaning forward, swiping loose hair strands on your glowing face. 
“Yeah,” You smile while dropping your hips down, trying to calm your racing heart, “are you?” Kakucho helps untie the ribbon and check your wrist to make sure there are no marks on them.
“I’m alright, I hope I wasn’t too rough with you.”
“No no, that was new and amazing.” Looking back at him curiously, “What made you try this?” You couldn’t tell if his cheeks are red from the rough sex you two had or because he is embarrassed since he is rubbing the back of his neck. 
“It was something I was curious about.” You can tell he wasn’t telling you the whole truth, but not wanting to push further you let it go. “Stay here, I’ll go grab a towel to clean you up.” You nod, letting your tired eyelids drop. Kakucho grabs his boxer and steps outside of his bedroom to find a hand towel in the hallway closet. 
“So did you try it?” Izana’s voice startles Kakucho. He stands behind the closet door when Kakucho closes it.
“I, uh…” Izana’s teasing smirk widens, knowing he helped spice up their sex life. Not that Kakucho nor you were complaining about it. It was Izana that was concerned.
“You know my room is across from yours right? I heard you both. Seems like [Y/n] is really into it since I can hear her this time.” 
“Izana, please.” Kakucho’s cheeks are as red as a tomato.
“Alright, alright I’ll drop it.” Raising both of his hands up playfully. “Though, I wasn’t expecting you to do this now, when everyone is in the house. Didn’t know you are that kinky, Kakucho.” Teasing him one last time before Kakucho runs back to the room to get away from this embarrassing conversation and Izana chuckles. “Consider this as a pre Christmas gift, [Y/n].” He heads back to his bedroom to start wrapping lots of presents to bring to the orphans at Tenjiku on Christmas Day. 
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mysteryandnonstopfun · 1 year ago
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SWANFIRE APPRECIATION WEEK 2023 (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧
It’s time to get ready for another Swanfire Week!  (the best week of the year!) Let’s celebrate our favorite OTP together. The event will run from September 18 to September 24 but don’t worry if you can’t do it on those days. Our babies thieves will always wait for you 〆(・∀・✿)
Please use this week to celebrate Swanthief in any way you want to, whether it’s making gifs, graphics, mixes, or fanvids, writing fic or meta, creating fanart, etc…
✧ SCHEDULE:
🦢🔥 Day 1: Favorite Important location  ||  Parallels || Writing Prompt: Emma and Neal playing on the swings at a small playground that nobody goes to anymore.
🦢🔥 Day 2: Family moment  ||  Season you associate with them  || Writing Prompt: Neal and Emma spend the night on the perfect hill for stargazing.
🦢🔥 Day 3: Love Languages ||  Favorite Episode  || Writing Prompt: Neal likes stealing Emma's phone to change Emma's phone wallpaper into something stupid. Neal is doing another routine swipe of Emma's phone but doesn't have the heart to change it because this time because Emma's phone wallpaper is a cute picture of the two of them.
🦢🔥 Day 4: A personal headcanon ||  Time travel AU || Writing Prompt: Emma and Neal go to a fair/amusement park and Emma wants to go on the roller coaster and Neal agrees. Later, Neal regrets their decision and ends up clinging to Emma for dear life.
🦢🔥 Day 5: Song/quote  ||  Holiday  || Writing Prompt: Emma and Neal wearing matching Halloween costumes or ugly Christmas sweaters. Or any matching outfits.
🦢🔥 Day 6: Favorite Trope ||  Meme  || Writing Prompt: Emma captions everything Neal does with 'That's hot/cute'
🦢🔥 Day: 7: Free Day || Writing Prompt: Emma and Neal sit outside together late at night and as the temperature begins to drop they snuggle up together. 
Don’t feel limited by the intention of the prompt! If you’d like to do something that’s not in the prompts, go ahead!
✔ The tag will be sfweek2023 so make sure to use it in the first five tags.
✦  Special thanks to @ljf613 for remind me of this important event and @claire-randall for her awesome ideas
Thanks all for being part of this and don’t forget to have fun. ଘ(੭ ᐛ )━☆゚.*・。゚
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