#i've always wanted to do the walking around outside in the snow thing so I was STOKED when i looked outside and it was snowy

[darklight-owl]

Snow Review from girl who has only experienced snow for a few hours:

Good things about snow:

Makes crunchy noises when i walk!

It falls on my hair and looks so cutes

I get to use a winter hat for its intended purpose and I look like a model on a postcard

Looks pretty on the plants n stuff

Shaking it off said plants is very satisfying

Bad things about snow:

When it melts it turns into Slime. I do not like the Slime.

Winter hat means i can't wear headphones- actually i changed my mind no more snow

[allfearstofallto]

Quality Time - head canon drabbles

Yandere! Forced Marriage x Fem! Reader

Ft: Scaramouche and Childe

How your yanderes spend time with you

Scaramouche

“Wrong again,” he muttered beneath his breath, and you felt yourself tense at his anger.

“I apologize, my lord,” you responded quickly. It was like second nature for you. He never truly accepted your apologies, but it made your punishments less harsh.

He insisted that once a week he'd spend time with you. Although, the time was never doing what you liked. He wanted you to learn more skills that would make you seem sophisticated, things he said were skills he learned himself. Tea ceremonies, kimono dressing, and his personal favorite, calligraphy.

Scaramouche would sit you in his lap, with a low table in front of you. You thought it was some sort of perverted ploy to touch you more, but he genuinely seemed more interested in the writing. Or interested in you learning to do it.

“Don't apologize, just do better,” he lifted your wrist that had the brush in it and pulled the sleeve of your kimono back, there was a little black ink on the expensive fabric. His fingers were cold, his grip not tight, but threatening, “I've told you, you must use your other hand to hold the sleeve, or it'll drag through the ink.” his eyebrows were furrowed together in frustration as he looked over the garment you'd practically ruined.

“Be glad I love you so much, or I'd keep you in solitary confinement for your repeated mistakes,” 

“Thank you, my lord.” 

He motioned for you to do it again and you mimicked his motions with your own hand and drew out a character on the parchment. It was borderline ineligible, but it was better than anything you'd done before. He hummed in agreement at your work, wrapping one his arms tighter around your waist.

His other hand reached up to gently pat your head. He called it praise, but you considered it condescending. Despite the fact that you hated it, he did it regardless, your opinions didn't seem to matter to him.

“You did good,” the brush was taken from your hand and he repeated the action, only this time it was more graceful and elegant, “it should look more like this though.”

He kept his hold on you as you continued to write characters for him deep into the night.

Childe

“My my, do those clothes truly suit you,” he could barely keep his hands off of you as the two of you trudged through the snow together.

You rarely went outside when staying in Snezhnaya, you rarely wanted to. But when you did, you were bundled up in thick, heavy garments to combat the cold. More than six layers at that. You wondered what part of you he thought looked good? There wasn't much of you to see anymore, the clothes had eaten you whole.

Childe insisted on taking you hunting with him. You politely declined, but once again, he insisted, and that was just him being polite. What he was really saying was, “Put your boots on, you're coming out with me.”

You were handed your gun, nearly dropping it from the surprise that he was just handing it to you. Amongst all the talking about how to spy tracks and what to do when you had an animal in your sights, the fact that he'd given you a gun never came up. You'd never held one before and also, Childe was your captor. Was he crazy? Stupid? Bulletproof? All of those things sounded plausible.

He walked in front of you as you fell behind. He was more used to this type of thing, snow up to your knees, but you were struggling. Where you were from, it didn't even get cold.

The gun felt heavy in your hands. You wanted to hold it away from your body, but you also wanted to keep it close to you. Childe was just there, walking and talking without a care in the world. And you were behind him. His guard was down, his guard always seemed to be down around you. You could just do it, couldn't you.

You raised the rifle up and held your breath. One thing he actually said and you listened to, was that you needed to be stable when you were shooting. You needed to be firm. Your heart was pumping in your chest, but you didn't let your hands shake. You didn't want to mess this up.

“There are pellets in your gun,” he'd stopped in his tracks, not even trying to look at you while he spoke, “and those definitely do not work on me.”

[thevoicefromanotherworld]

"I'VE NEVER MET ANYONE LIKE YOU"

SOOO I WROTE ANOTHER FIC WITH KRAVEN

This fic idea came to me out of the blue and I was like "o my god I have to write this and post it right now!"

So I really hope you like it! 🖤😌☝

tags: @myesc8petw0rld

Kraven knew every part of the land where he lived like the back of his hand.

That's why, that day when he woke up and a different scent reached his nostrils, he knew something wasn't right. Something or someone had entered his territory.

The hunter's territory.

He quickly left the house where he lived in the middle of the forest and climbed one of the tallest trees, using his eyesight to spot anything out of the ordinary.

Then he saw it.

A beautiful, enormous, and deadly black wolf.

Those kinds of wolves weren't typical of that area, so he was surprised to see one there.

Perhaps it had gotten lost, or perhaps some poachers had simply released it there to lure it out of its den, so they could kill it.

Sergei ran to where the wolf was, and before approaching, he looked around carefully, checking that no one was lurking in the undergrowth.

Then he fixed his gaze on the wolf.

His sense of smell never failed him; the new scent he had detected belonged to the animal in front of him.

He sniffed the air once and frowned as he realized the scent he had perceived wasn't just the wolf's.

There was something else, something he couldn't identify.

He raised his hands at his sides as he slowly approached the animal.

The wolf looked at him as if it saw him as its savior, or rather, an example to follow.

The hunter was lost for a moment in the animal's deep, dark eyes, sensing anguish and profound sadness in them.

"Hello," he whispered, taking another step forward. "I'm not going to hurt you, I promise," he murmured, putting aside the hunting knife he always carried with him.

Although it was well known that he could kill the wolf with his bare hands if necessary, leaving the weapon on the ground seemed the right thing to do, so that the animal would see that he had no ill intentions toward it.

When he put down the knife, Sergei managed to glimpse human feelings in the wolf's eyes: understanding and relief.

"You're a long way from home, dragotsennyy (precious)," he continued. "I don't know how you got here, but whatever it was, I'm going to take you back where you belong."

He started walking back to his home, and the wolf followed him.

Sergei wasn't going to allow him to spend the night outside. It was going to snow, and for an animal not adapted to that area, the cold could kill him.

So when they arrived, he made sure to light the fire and spread a soft blanket for him.

He nodded to him when everything was ready, and the wolf curled up in front of the fire.

Sergei broke into a huge smile as he stroked him, and he watched the animal squirm at his attentions, clearly enjoying them.

"You should rest," he whispered near her ear. "Tomorrow I'll take you back to your people." He scratched her behind her ears as he lay down on the sofa beside her. "Good night."

The next morning, Sergei woke up when he heard a loud bang coming from the kitchen.

He quickly got up and looked at the blanket where the wolf was supposed to be, but there was no sign of it.

He walked slowly to the kitchen where the noise had come from and saw a brunette girl wrapped in a blanket clearly trying to reach a cup from the top shelf, without success. That was the bang Sergei had heard.

Wait… that blanket was the one she had used to make the wolf's bed…

He leaned against the doorframe, watching her curiously. He didn't want to interrupt her, and even though he didn't know who she was, the hunter saw that she was completely harmless.

So he let her do it, until his curiosity got the better of him, and he spoke, making his presence known.

"Who are you?" "He whispered. You suddenly turned to look at him.

"Shit, you scared me to death," you complained.

"I didn't mean to, I assure you," he smiled. "I just want to know who you are and what you're doing in my house."

"You know who I am," you replied, looking at him firmly. He shook his head, not knowing what you meant. "I spent the night here," you continued, blushing from head to toe. "You… s-stroked me."

"What did I…?" Sergei stopped dead in his tracks, realizing what was happening. "Wait, are you the wolf?"

"Yes," you murmured timidly. "I'm a werewolf," you confessed. "Yesterday there was a full moon, which is when I transform," you explained. "But this time I couldn't control the change, I don't know why, and I ended up here." You frowned. "By the way, where am I?"

"In Russia," the hunter replied, crossing his arms, "you had to run for many kilometers to get here."

"I suppose so," you muttered. "I'm sorry if I've caused you any trouble or any kind of damage or anything, I… I don't want to bother you or anything."

"You're not bothering me," he assured her. "In fact, you're… very interesting," he murmured. "I've never met anyone like you."

"Me neither," you whispered. "You're not human, are you?"

"Depends on who you ask," Sergei laughed. "I have certain abilities that make me feel more empathy for animals than for people."

"That's why you took me into your home," you murmured. "Thanks, by the way," you blurted out. "If you hadn't done it, I'd be dead right now." "I know," he smiled. "That's exactly why I did it," he added. "I was planning on taking you to the rest of your pack in the morning, since I thought you were a wolf," he said. "Well, technically you are, but no…" He clicked his tongue. "You know what I mean."

"I understand," you smiled. "It's hard to understand. It took me a long time to do it myself." You looked at the sky through the glass window. "I won't change again until the next full moon… I think."

"What do you mean?" he whispered with interest. "Well, sometimes the change is usually due to strong emotions," you explained. "If I'm really scared or…" You blushed to the roots of your hair, and Sergei could hear the strong beat of your heart in your chest.

"Horny?" –he finished for you, you nodded-

“Yes, that’s it,” you affirmed, making him smile.

“You can rest assured, dorogoy,” he murmured, his voice dropping two octaves as he spoke in his native language. “I won’t do anything that could affect you to the point of making you change.” He gave a lopsided smile. “Although, I’d like to tell you something, if you’ll allow me.”

“Go ahead.”

“I’ve seen many animals throughout my life,” he began. “Many wolves too,” he whispered. “But none of them were as beautiful as you are,” he said, causing you to blush even more deeply.

And just like that, with that simple comment, you changed form. Sergei laughed and squatted down in front of you, stroking you behind your ears like he had last night.

-You're beautiful, printsessa - he murmured as you rolled onto your back like dogs did so he could scratch your belly too. You couldn't help but gasp when you felt the touch of his long fingers on you, despite being in your animal form - the most beautiful wolf I've ever seen in my life

[memoirofasparklemuff1n]

I hope you are well, sorry if there are any errors (English is not my native language), I love your stories, I would like you to write one of anguish, sadness, as sad as you can, about Rafe. I would appreciate it very much

long sleeves- r.c. x reader

i made a part 2!!!

OMGG my first request!!! i'm good and i hope you are as well <3 thank you for asking bb. sorry i took so long, i just started school and i hadn't seen this for some reason, but i gotchu. and don't worry about the english, it's not my first language either, so i see you hehe I HOPE THIS IS SAD ENOUGH!! if not lmk, cuz i'll crank it up. a/n: i actually had this idea earlier today so i think i can do this. i hope you like gracie abrams cuz it's inspired by long sleeves and i've wanted to use this song in something since it came out lol. warnings: drug mentions with addiction portrayal and domestic violence, as well as depression. if it's too much don't read it, take care of yourself first! <3

i don't know what it is about how you breathe.

his chest rising and falling, his face turned away from me even in his sleep. it seemed like it was always this way now, so much so that i couldn't even remember the last time his eyes warmed my soul instead of turning it into ice. i turned to face the ceiling and took in a few deep breaths, before i untangled myself from his sheets and padded toward the bathroom. i turned on the light before locking the door behind me and turned to face the mirror. my hollow, tired face staring back at me. when had i become this girl? i stepped closer as if in fear of seeing up close the sadness that invaded my features. dark circles looked permanently etched to my skin a shiver passing through me. i looked down at my arms, which were covered by rafe's long sleeved shirt. i lifted them slowly and saw the bruises that circled my wrists like a twisted version of bracelets.

he hurt me. not just emotionally this time, he physically hurt me.

i'll never hurt you, okay? how stupid i'd been to believe those words, when all he ever did was hurt me. again and again and again. the worst part being that i always forgave him, but i couldn't this time, not when the evidence was staring right at me in the mirror. i had to do this for her, for me. i pull the sleeves down and left the sad girl in the mirror forever. the doorknob somehow felt like the scariest thing in the world. it's just a door, don't be an idiot. i rolled my eyes because that was the only thing i could be these days. a fucking idiot.

i gathered what little courage i still had left and opened the door silently, relieved to see him in the same position as before. i went to the side of his bed as quietly as i could and looked at his face for what felt like forever. his hair fell over his forehead in a childlike manner, no angry lines or hateful glares in sight.

when had i lost him? the love of my life, my soulmate, my best friend?

this was all my fault, i turned my back at the wrong moment. his stupid friends encouraging him to try out this new 'kicker'. snow, they called it. ridiculous. when i came back he was cutting that ivory into skinny pieces, then he cleaned it with his face. i remember standing there in shock and a sizzling rage began brimming to the surface. i stalked towards him pushing his face back, then dragging him by the arm outside of whatever stupid kook's house we were at.

that was the first time we'd ever fought and i felt my heart crack a little. he knew how much i hated drugs, the way they ruined people. hell, i even hated drinking but it wasn't my body so whatever. this was different and he knew it, but of course he always had to be the coolest guy around his friends. i'd walked home that night, waking up to him blasting my phone with calls and text messages. he'd apologized and i'd believed him.

then he apologized again, then again and again. the cycle had already formed. i'd accepted his outbursts despite them hurting me emotionally, maybe because i couldn't see the bruises up front.

it was hard to believe this was the same boy who'd screamed at me. who told me he hated me to my face with his hands wrapped around my wrists hard enough to bruise just a few hours earlier before passing out after getting high again. he almost looked like his old self, almost being the keyword. his nose still had a bit of white powder on it, a baggie of cocaine and a rolled up $100 bill at the side, along with some pills that i didn't even want to know what they were.

i turned and took out the bag i usually brought when i was staying over at his house, before walking towards the dresser and opening the drawers. i had a small haul of clothes for when i was here for more than a day or two and couldn't help but let the tears start streaming down my face. i remembered the day he'd made this small space for me, the gesture solidifying our relationship in my head. i remembered his smile and the way he'd kissed my face for what seemed a million times. "i love you, kid." he always called me kid in a teasing way because it irritated the hell out of me but when he said it like that, i knew i'd let him call me whatever he wanted and i'd gladly accept it.

the memory was a stark contrast to the now cold room, with the moon as my only witness. i finished packing everything before putting on sweatpants and my shoes. i felt him stir a bit and i pleaded to whatever divine power was out there that he'd just pretend it was only wind.

i looked at his beautiful face one more time, a single tear falling to his side, the irony not lost on me.

i turned and left him behind. the tears blurred my vision just enough that i couldn't record the final moments in which i would ever walk these halls again.

y'all why she so dramatic with her packing up, lmaoo. (i literally would’ve been worse)

ok but on a serious note, if you or anybody you know is in a similar situation, please try your best to break the cycle <3 i'm thinking of maybe writing a part two but i don't know if i should sooo lmk. div creds!!- by @anitalenia

[amiserableseriesofevents]

What about 'soft and sweet' for the random kiss prompts? 🥰🤗

warm, soft and sweet, a little clumsy, soft giggles, melting, sugary, love

Hi there ♥️ here we go!

A soft little drabble set in the Such Stuff verse to celebrate the end of the main story 🥰✨

The colorful Christmas lights hung outside the pub paint the sidewalk in soft, flickering hues. It didn't snow yet this year but there's the heavy smell of it in the air, the night sky verging on that weird shade of grey that usually welcomes a storm of white flakes. John knows that sky very well, it used to be like that every winter in Manitowoc when he was a kid; it'll start snowing before Buck's birthday ends, he knows it.

Standing on the sidewalk, he's enjoying the one and only cigarette he's allowed himself to have throughout the whole holidays while Buck is inside with all their friends, celebrating his 29th birthday with a karaoke night and many, many rounds of drinks. John'll have to get back inside soon, Marge's waiting for him to perform one of their duets and he's already missing Buck despite having spent every single minute of the past four days together. So he flicks the cigarette to the ground, the cherry-red tip glowing for a moment on the dark pavement before he puts it off with his foot, and then steps back into the pub.

The music is loud and the air heavy and hot, a blessing on his cold-bitten cheeks. He starts to shrug his sheepskin off as he walks to their table, somehow always the loudest and rowdiest in the place, but when Buck catches sight of him he stands abruptly and cuts through the crowd to get to him. It worries John a little — did any of the guys say something bad to him? Did his parents tried to contact him since it's his birthday? Is he having some kind of crisis?

“You're back!” Buck tells him once he reaches him, throwing his arms around John's neck like he hasn't seen him in weeks. John returns the hug, confused. “I've been outside for ten minutes, Buck. Did you really miss me that much?” He asks him, tenderness in his voice.

Buck pulls back to look at him, his eyes wide and shiny in the soft light of the pub. “Of course I did,” he answers, tone serious like when he tries to explain calculus to John but with a slanted smile on his face. “I always miss you when you're not here,” he adds and goes for a kiss, somehow missing half of John's mouth and ending up crushing his mouth against John's upper lip and his nose.

John laughs and repositions him, kissing him softly on the lips; suddenly, the reason behind Buck's weird behavior is clear as day.

“Buck. Are you drunk?” John asks, lips curling up in amusement. Stubborn as ever, even with the heady smell of liquor in his breath, Buck shakes his head.

“Yes you are!”

“M'not,” Buck protests feigning a serious expression, but his credibility dissolves in a fit of giggles. “Benny bought me one drink. Can't be drunk on one drink,” he adds with conviction, and leans forward for another kiss — his lips are unbelievably soft and plushy, even in the middle of winter and with him biking his way around town every day.

“Was it a girly drink?” John enquires licking his lips after the kiss and tasting sugar, the only thing that makes a drink bearable for Buck. The other nods conspiratorially, running a hand up and down the front of John's newest winter jacket. “This is hideous,” he declares.

John starts laughing. “You got it for me, Buck.”

“I know,” Buck says, half annoyed. “Because you kept riding around on Our Baby in your leather jacket. You need to stay warm even when I'm not there.”

“Oh? Do you want to keep me warm instead?” John asks, amused at following his drunk boyfriend's stream of thoughts. Buck nods, a happy little smile on his face, and hugs him again, this time even tighter and nuzzling his face in the curve of John's neck; John's starting to sweat, between the sheepskin and Buck's warmth and the thick air of the pub, but he lets the hug last as long as Buck wants, content with pressing little kisses to the side of his head, melting in the embrace.

Outside, slow and silent, it's starting to snow.

[ultimate-shipper-blog]

Eliza Henderson

It starts off like this:

Eliza Henderson gets a phone call from her mom that her cat is missing. Eliza is very obviously hundreds of miles away at college in a different state and can't do a single thing about it. She wouldn't anyway, her mom loves that cat more than her or Dustin.

She tells her mom she'll be home next month for Christmas break anyway and she'll help her find a new cat if needed.

When she gets home her brother is screeching, not much is new, and excited to go to the Snow Ball.

"Just don't screw this up for me." Dustin is pacing around her room.

She flips through a magazine bored. She pops her gum between his pivots.

She rolls her eyes and glares at him. "How would I mess up your playdate with your new friend?"

"It's not a playdate! Steve's coming to do my hair! It's a sacred bonding moment that I won't have you mess up with your girl-" he wiggles his fingers at her, "stuff."

She puts the magazine down and stands up, she brushes off imaginary crumbs and huffs at him.

"I'm going to Jenny's, enjoy nerd." She walks past him and can see him flip her off in her peripheral.

She covers her face trying to hide the smile that covers it.

-----

The following year she goes around town and tries to find the little (not so little) rugrats.

Her brother has been away all summer and she wants to do something special for him.

She's driving down the main road when she spots the kids on their bikes heading towards the new mall. She turns around and follows them all the way until they enter an ice cream shop.

She runs up to them and manages to grab Lucas before he enters.

"Eliza!" He greets her with a smile.

"Hey kid!"

"You're literally six years older than me."

"That proves my point." She feels a prickling in her neck and quickly flips around to see a small redhead glaring at her.

"Hey Lukie...do you know why that small child is glaring at me?"

Recognition dawns on his face and then a small blush is creeping on his cheeks.

"That's my girlfriend Max, she's probably waiting on me." He shrugs his shoulders sheepishly.

"Oh man! Look at you! All grown up." She pretends to wipe a tear from her eye. "You know Dustin told me he has a girlfriend too?"

Lucas raises an eyebrow. "Sure, if he can raise a demonic lizard he can do that."

"Wha-"

"Anyway!" He chuckles nervously.

"Right! I won't keep you long, Dustin is coming home soon and I think it'd be cool if you guys planned some kind of surprise party for him."

"That'd be cool we can totally do that."

"Awesome! Invite that Steve kid Dustin always talks about."

"Steve?"

"Yeah, apparently they're best friends but I've never seen him. I thought I knew all the kids your age."

"Right...well-"

"Ok great! Bye Lukie!"

-----

When she picks up her brother outside the burned down mall she forgets to ask how the party went.

------

It ends with a zombie Eddie Munson.

She was home for spring break.

She was walking in from the store, grocery bag piled high in her hand, humming a new pop song.

The screaming really threw her off.

There was her baby brother, hanging off a man holding a...nail bat, pleading with him to not hurt what looks like a bleeding and bruised (and wanted!!!!) Eddie Munson tied to a chair. The regular crew of kids was circled around them including one new girl with her arm raised up.

She had a long day.

"Enough!" She screams.

Every head turns to look at her.

The little buzzcut girl moved her arm so her palm was pointed at Eliza.

"El no!" Dustin hurries off the man and stands guard in front of Eliza.

He turns around and his big tear filled eyes almost make her forget what's happening.

...almost.

"Dustin dear," she mutters through clenched teeth.

"Eliza-"

"What is a WANTED criminal doing in MY HOUSE! And you!" She points at the kids. "You know damn well to take your shoes off. You also know to come to me if you need help and you also know NOT TO FOLLOW DUSTIN'S PLANS!"

"Eliza-"

"Don't even," she holds a hand up to his face. "I know in my bones this is your fault. You'd be so incredibly lucky if I didn't tell mom."

"Mom?" The man with the bat is asking.

"I'm sorry who the hell are you? Dustin how do you know two grown men."

"I was just gonna ask the same question," tied up Eddie asks. "Who are you?"

"I'm Eliza Henderson...duh." She flips her hair over her shoulder.

Dustin rolls his eyes. "My sister."

The bat man gasps and mutters something like "another older role model" he looks defeated.

"Don't be sad Stevie this one was assigned from birth." Eddie smiles with a tongue between his teeth.

"Stevie?" The pieces are all clicking. "You're Steve?! You are not a child."

Mike raises his hand from the side, "technically we're not children-"

"Shut it Wheeler!" Both her and Eddie shout.

"Ok." She takes a deep breath. "The whole story. Now."

"Eliza we can't-"

"NOW Dustin!"

"...ok."

-----

He's a terrible storyteller.

Eddie is trying to chime in with exaggerated versions of the story to help 'set the scene'. Steve is interrupting with little facts that make her heart rate skyrocket like:

"Well if you think that's bad what about the demogorgan you raised off nougat."

"He did WHAT!"

"Eliza please don't tell mom!"

And has led to her creating new catch phrases like:

"I knew you were up to something."

And

"What the hell did you do that for!"

Overall a very overwhelming experience.

They told her everything including why Eddie was tied to a chair.

"He says he's fine but he died! In my arms! He can't be real he has to be some upside down creature."

Eliza is going to come back to the 'in my arms part' because she knows she'll be the one up at night holding him through his nightmares.

"El was about to do a scan to see if she could find anything out when you stormed in."

"Well sorry for accessing my home in the middle of the day. I did not mean to interfere with your chaotic evil doings."

"That's ok," Dustin says seriously, "you didn't know."

She slaps him upside the head.

"I'm getting some air."

She heads out of the living room and out the back door.

She spots the new girl, El, sitting with her arms around her knees. She quietly moves to sit next to her.

They sit in silence for a bit.

"I like your name." Eliza says.

"It is not my real name."

"That's ok, nicknames are cool. We have the same one." She knocks their knees together. "We're both Els."

El gives her a small smile.

"You've had a tough life kid. Let's see if we can finish this. You really think you can handle all this?" She waves a hand around hoping El gets the gist. She can't exactly say "Hey you're gonna scan that guy for demonic goo right?"

El nods at her and slowly stands up.

"Alright then. I guess this is happening."

-

She stands in her bedroom with Steve. Team Big Kid, as it was reluctantly named, was ready in case something went wrong.

Steve paced the floor, his bat dragging next on the floor.

"Can you not? It's gonna rip my carpet."

"Oh!" He stumbles a bit. "Sorry."

"It's fine." She hates the silence.

"Thank you." She says.

He seems surprised.

"For what?"

"Taking care of him."

"Well I-"

"I'm jealous of you."

"Me? Why?"

"When I thought you were another one of his children friends I said, fine, I don't need to be with him. The last thing I want to do in my free time is hang out with some kids." Tears prick her eyes.

"But you're not a kid. You're a grown up. You're like me. The only difference is you've spent so much time with Dustin being the sibling I can't be. You've stayed close. You've protected him in three different apocalypses-"

"Four."

"Perfect. Even worse." She clears her throat.

"My point is. I miss him. You've been there for him and taught him life lessons. You did his hair for him! I can't compete with that. You didn't even know I existed until I interrupted your threatening session."

"Eliza-"

There's a knock at the door.

"He's clear! It's him!"

Steve flashes her a bright smile.

"Dustin is a special kid. We all get brought into his orbit and we can't leave. He loves us all the same." He holds out his hand to her.

"Come on, let's go see another person Dustin sunk his claws into. Then we can all compete for the title of number one Dustin handler."

"Deal."

------

Then they all become friends and Steddie happens or something and Eliza and Dustin get really close again and she moves back home after graduation. Max was never hurt and the town maybe cracked a little but it was overall not that bad. Eddie got magically healed I guess idk or maybe he's a vampire but Vecna gets killed doubly and it's all ok! Yay!

[countrymusiclover]

9 - A Man Named Jefferson

Princess Red Thief

Part 10

Tag list - just ask to be added @mystrey101 @melvia-ito @kmc1989 @tallrock35

Blinking my eyes a couple of times I groaned trying to wake up. Slowly glancing around the room I saw I was in the back room of the pawnshop. Shifting my body up further on the old cot I heard the wooden floor creak under someone's feet. "Eve! You're awake."

"Henry. What are you doing here?" Rubbing my eyes to wake myself up more I saw the ten year old boy enter the room.

He answered me. "I heard you being locked up in the hospital until Mr. Gold bailed you out."

"Yeah. Where is Mr. Gold exactly?" I questioned the kid.

Henry came over to my bedside reaching inside his backpack. "He's out with Regina for some reason. So we don't have much time to talk with somebody you need to meet."

"Henrh, I just woke up. I am not really in the mood to meet someone right now." I sat upright holding a hand to my forehead struggling to push away some pain that must have been caused from all the drugs they pushed into my system.

He held open his storybook to a certain page. "But what if I told you there's someone else in this town that has been seeing things just like you."

"And that person in your book would be?" I trailed off scanning my eyes over the book pages seeing a man surrounded with over a dozen hats.

Henry taped a finger on the image. "The Mad Hatter. He goes by Jefferson here."

"Henry...I. You need to leave before he gets back. He doesn't care for unwanted visitors inside his shop." I warned the ten year old.

He didn't back down, shoving his book back inside the bag. He holds out his hands waiting for me to put my hand in his and follow him willingly like I normally did before I was locked away. "Please Eve. You'll start to believe me once you talk with him. I swear."

"Fine, kid. But this doesn't mean I believe you." I put my hands in his getting to my feet and together we slipped outside of the pawnshop in search of where this Jefferson man lived. "Henry, why do you think I will believe before Emma?"

He kept walking, sending me a half smile. "Because you follow your heart more than what your mind tells you." I parted my lips considering what he was saying to me in the moment.

The double doors shut behind me with two guards shutting them. I had decided to keep living in my parents castle which wasn't too far from the Charming castle. My short brown boots clicked against the stone floor until I stood at the edge of the round table to meet Snow. "Everly. I was hoping I'd see you."

"My parents aren't worried about me. Honestly they trust me when it comes to helping y'all with your kingdom. You're glowing by the way." I sent her a smile pulling out one of the chairs near hers.

She was sitting down in one of the head chairs, leaning her elbows on the table. "Thank you, Eve. Your letter said that you wanted to talk with me about something."

"Indeed I do wish to. I've been having certain feelings lately and since we are friends I was hoping we could talk about them." I twiddled my thumbs together on the table.

Snow asked sweetly. "Of course. Is this about a guy?"

"Is it that obvious?"

She nods, chuckling. "I'm sorry to say yes. Besides it's not like I don't remember you saying you always had teaching lessons to return to."

"Oh geeesss." Covering my face with my hands I was blushing like a red tomato.

Snow clasped her hands together. "So who is the stranger you are getting lessons from?"

"It's magic lessons. The man I'm getting taught by is named Rumplestilskin." Heavy silence fell across the large room with an intense feeling falling between the two of us. Everyone in the land generally knew his name and what kind of magic he dabbled in.

"Everly, he...he uses dark magic."

"I know that." I said back. "But I am needing his help to teach me how to control the power that I was born with. Neither of my parents have magic, yet I somehow got it."

"You have feelings for him, don't you. Why else would you be defending the teachings he is showing you." Snow put the pieces together with a smirk on her lips.

"Maybe I do. What do I do about it?" I asked the other princess in the room.

The former bandit princess got up from her chair and I rose to my feet standing up in front of her. "In my experience you just have to follow whatever your heart tells you."

"Even when the person you care about might not feel the same." I knitted my brows at her, wrapping my father’s red cloak tightly around my body.

Snow takes my hands in hers showing me the wedding ring from her Prince Charming. "That's a risk that we each have to take when we love someone. Never stop following your heart, Everly."

"Henry, are you sure we're not breaking and entering? It doesn't even look like he's here. Emma is the sheriff now and I wish to not be placed inside a prison cell anytime soon." Looking around at the area outside the mansion front door. He had pulled out some set of keys he had taken from his mother's office that could open any door.

He pushed one of the keys in the hole and it unlocked with the door swinging open. "We'll be fine. He believes everything about my book. Now come on. Jefferson!" Henrik walks into the house and I follow after him seeing that it was almost pitch black inside giving the creepy loner type guy vibes to me.

"Henry. Henry, wait we can't just - mmm!" I grunted my fighting instincts kicking in when one hand wrapped around my waist and the other hand clasped over my mouth before the front door slammed shut behind me.

A man's voice growled in my ear. "Did anyone follow you?"

"No." I mumbled the best reply I could trying to remove the stranger's hand.

The man removed his hands from my body, spinning me around to face him. "So you're the famous Red Thief who falls in love with the Dark One."

"You've read the story too." I made a confused expression.

The guy named Jefferson responded. "It's more than just a story and his storybook is more than just a book."

"It can't be more than a book. None of those stores are real. I know they are simply just stories." I shake my head thinking back on why I got put in the mental hospital in the first place.

Henry spoke up behind me heading down the hallway. "She's a little slow, Jefferson. That's why I brought her to you. So she'll wake up like you have." Jefferson grabs a hold of my arm dragging me after the young boy until we entered a room filled with hats that all matched the familiar hat the Mad Hatter would have worn.

"You've obviously got an obsession with Alice in Wonderland."

"He's the Mad Hatter, Eve." Henry declares sitting the book on the table, opening it to the page he had shown me back in the shop.

Jefferson pushed me down in the chair with the book laying in front of my face. He flipped through some pages stopping at one photo that showed Rumplestilskin holding up a ring. The woman who wore a red cloak that looked like the one I owned stood in front of him. "Look at the picture and tell me if you recognize anything."

"Jefferson, Henry has already tried this with me once before. It didn't work then, it won't work now." Shifting around in the chair I eyed the man.

Jefferson rounded the table to be on the other side grabbing my chin in between his thumb and index finger so I'd look him in the eye. "Use your power and look into my mind. Then you'll see what I'm saying is the only truth you need to believe."

"Look into your mind. That's not possible."

Jefferson declared not backing down. "You have to open your mind, Red Thief."

"You're losing your mind, Jefferson." Pushing myself away from him he let go of my chin. Stomping towards the doorway about to leave I halted in my tracks grabbing a hold of the doorway when he spoke up about my past.

"You couldn't pay your rent when you first came here. So you made a deal with Mr. Gold. Take my ring and I'll work for you, you said."

Glancing out the corner of my eye I asked. "How do you know about that? He swore he'd never say anything."

"Because it's almost the exact same deal you made with Rumplestilskin after he agreed to teach you magic. You are Princess Everly, daughter of Abigail and Fredrick." Henry stands by the edge of the table.

Shutting my eyes I pushed back the desire to believe them. I couldn't be a princess. I couldn't have magic and the town couldn't all be cursed. Otherwise I belonged back in the mental hospital. "Henry, I'm sorry but all your saying is nonsense."

"It won't all be nonsense once you look for the necklace inside his suit jacket and...." Jefferson trailed off in thought.

Turning around in my boots I dared to ask the question. "And what Jefferson?"

"And you'll believe us when you find the ring in his possession." The man who truly thought he was the Mad Hatter answered my question, sitting one of his hats on top of his head smiling wickedly at me. Henry remained silent and simply nodded in agreement. "As close to his heart as it could possibly be."

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[tachimichishrine]

Could I ask for a little Christmas special with Tachi x Fem!reader? With smut, the cherry on the cake could not be missing. Ñakañaka👀

<HAHAHA CANT BELIEVE IVE GOT A CHRISTMAS SPECIAL REQ,,, keep in mind i dont celebrate xmas so im pullin out a lot of clichés and i'm assuming it's a stereotypical northern hemisphere winter vibe just for funsies. ñakañaka to you too, dear reader>

"by the fireplace"

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tachihara michizou x fem! reader {christmas special}

warnings: nsfw ; fingering ; cockwarming ; soft sex ; ooc tachihara bc i can ; playful cursing ; intended lowercase ; unedited as always

stupid. you are stupid.

stupid for getting so excited around the holidays. for using your day off to prepare your painfully small studio apartment with a bunch of decorations bought from the local store, anything that was cheap and shiny. you expertly coordinated the colours, the theme and the shapes, putting up zigzags of fluffy green boas on the walls of your kitchen and swirls of red streamers in your living room. you couldn't afford a christmas tree both financially and space-wise, so you took your local houseplants, covered them in random cut-out figures and makeshift ornaments, then allocated a small corner in their honour. it was cute, but there was no one to share it with.

stupid for getting your hopes up. you hadn't spoken to your boyfriend in so long, hadn't received a response to all your lovesick voice messages or texts, telling him how much you missed him and how badly you wanted him back home. chances are that the number you were contacting had gotten tossed, thrown in the garbage on a mission that was too high-risk for him to compromise your safety. it was worse when you thought about the fact that he was doing this for you; sometimes you wanted to track him down, show up to wherever he was spying and kiss him numb in front of whoever he was supposed to be infiltrating.

stupid for baking cookies. they were really good too— you picked whatever recipe online that you could find and made 2 dozen of them. you ate half, music playing on your speaker, sitting down on your sofa all alone. you wished you'd have someone to share them with.

the cold outside made this holiday season all the more unbearable, with the delicate snowflakes whisking around the frigid air outside. you were safe inside, snuggled up by the fireplace with a book and a blanket, but feeling incredibly lonely.

"you've probably tossed this burner phone by now..." you couldn't resist the temptation and pulled out your phone in order to leave him another voicemail, "but michi, baby, I miss you. I know I'm supposed to love all this me time or whatever, but... fuck, I made cookies and all I wanna do is stuff them in your beautiful face. man, I've gone crazy, haven't I? anyways... I miss you. I love you. I just hope you're safe and come home soon."

you had to get your mind off of things. you had to do something, anything to get out of your head. you were off work, but you didn't have the mind to concentrate on any activities at home by yourself, and all your friends were busy with family and loved ones.

you decided to go for a walk outside, in the freezing cold snow.

it did wonders for your head. you didn't even have your headphones in, which was odd, but instead listened to everything around. you snuggled further into your coat, told yourself that you should've worn more layers, been more prepared for the cold, but it was refreshing nonetheless. you didn't keep track of the time, instead visiting every corner of your neighborhood and just strolling around as you pleased. by the time your nose felt like it was going to freeze off, you were approaching the entrance of the building.

someone was at the door, in a familiar army-green coat with beige fur around the collar. you nearly tripped over yourself running over to the figure, excitement louder in your mind than the fear of accidentally trapping the wrong person in a bear hug.

to your surprise, you didn't hug a person at all. you were hugging a floating jacket that seemed to be carrying all its weight at four spots where small metal clips were positioned. you yanked the coat off of the clips, relishing in the faint smell of your lover, only pulled out of your happiness by a cold impact on your back.

you turned around to look at the son of a bitch who threw a snowball at you.

"aren't you cold?" you chuckled, seeing tachihara in only his v-neck long sleeved shirt you would tease him about and say looked like that of a school girl. "taking off your coat just 'cause you're dramatic as hell."

"you're spunky for someone who left me about a million sappy voicemails in the past week," he retorted in a sassy tone. despite the words exchanged, you dropped his jacket on the snow and ran over to him like you were a housewife waiting for him to come back from war, which you might as well have been. he caught you hurling your body at him and gave you a twirl around while you giggled and peppered his face in kisses.

when he finally set you down, you had your hands wrapped around the back of his neck, his on your hips, and you pulled him in to feel his lips on yours. "you really are dramatic as hell."

"and you love me." his gloved hand balanced your chin on his curled index finger and brought you back in for another kiss. "m'sorry I was gone for so long this time."

you shook your head, holding him tighter as if he would dissipate and float away if you let go. "you're here now. that's all I care about." your grip tightened and you hopped up so that you could wrap your legs around his hips. "now carry me inside and make it up to me."

"oh, she's demanding, ain't she?" he chuckled, holding you up by your thighs. "I haven't even been back more than two seconds and I'm getting ordered 'round."

"shut up, you know you love it," you giggled, trying to climb off of him so you could walk into your home but his grip was firm and he didn't seem intent on letting you go. "baby, I was joking, you can put me down now."

"hm? if ya say so."

and he tossed you onto the ground.

you weren't expecting that, but laughed in the snow as you processed what he'd just done. in retaliation, you kicked out his ankles and he collapsed right next to you. obviously, you both knew that he could've dodged it, but he let himself fall by your side and lay his arm across your waist. he shivered, his barely covered torso coming in direct contact with the cold snow while snowflakes fluttered onto his lashes and hair. he laughed again as he rolled onto you, trapping you under his weight while you looked up at him dreamily.

"I missed you," you whispered seriously, saying those words for the thousandth time today, "a lot. I'm glad you're back."

he struggled to formulate a response, blush almost as red as the tips of his frozen ears or his hair, instead letting his body drop onto you and kiss you on the forehead. "I missed you more than you could ever imagine. almost got caught daydreamin' about you a few times on the mission."

"is that so?" you perked up a brow, amused. tachihara finally got off of you, offering his hand to help you up while the other brushed off the melting wetness on his back and knees. "what kind of daydreams?"

he pulled you up once you took his hand, leading you inside the apartment building while he shook his head to loosen the water droplets at the tips of his hair— almost like a dog. he leaned into your ear and whispered, "the kind I can't say out loud."

"how 'bout a more visual description, then?" you offered innocently, and he chuckled. once you reached the front door, you'd completely forgotten all of the loneliness you'd been feeling when you'd initially left. you barely made it inside the entrance when he had your back pressed against your decorated walls, knee slotted in between your legs and lips back on yours.

you took off your jacket and other garments, trying to toss them in the closet without breaking the kiss. only, once you'd finally kicked off your boots, you remembered his jacket.

"fuck, it's still outside, my bad," you murmured against him, "should I go back down and get it?"

"no need, just open up a window."

you did as he asked while he got settled, warming up by the fireplace and munching on the now cooled-down baked goods. the place still smelled like the sugar cookies, so he commented on how incredibly festive it all seemed. you just shrugged and said you had free time, but quickly admitted you were a little lonely lately. he noticed your frown and unconsciously mimicked it.

"anyways, are you gonna tell me why I'm opening a window when it's freezing outside?" you asked, turning towards him.

"close your eyes," he instructed. you felt a twinge of excitement as you complied.

a few moments later, you heard some clattering outside. barely resisting the urge to peek, you stole a quick look outside and saw the floating jacket, again. you rolled your eyes, placed a hand on your hip and scolded him for acting so melodramatic again. he just chuckled, but his laugh was enough to get your heart thawing out. he brought it inside and you closed the window behind it, but told him to levitate it to the closet. meanwhile, you had to drag him to the bedroom to get him to change out of his soaking wet clothes.

you watched him pull his damp shirt over his head while you got yourself comfortable on the bed. with his torso bare, you stared just a little too long at him, shamelessly, and tsked when he reached for the drawer for a replacement.

"hey, I'm still fuckin' frozen," he explained himself, but you jumped up and grabbed his wrist to stop him from putting anything on.

"we have a fireplace for that reason, love," you retorted.

that was just an excuse to get him naked for you in any way you could, and he let it happen. you cuddled with him on the sofa, his head buried in between your tits with your hands roaming all over his skin. under the covers, you got greedy and began sliding your hands under his pants. he let you take them off, but took your shirt off as well. heavy breathing into his mouth distracted you from skilled fingertips tugging off your pants next.

"I... mmm..." you hummed softly against him as you let him pull you on top of him. you sat down on him, legs parted on both sides and throbbing in between them hard to control. "haven't felt you... in so long..."

it was a request, and he knew it. your fingers couldn't do the trick, not once you had gotten used to his own, skilled and rough and so knowledgeable in understanding every spot and nook that could have you sighing on his knuckles. and he was just that; knuckle-deep in your soaking pussy as you spasmed around his fingers and felt him curl them around inside your walls.

"someone missed me a lot," he remarks with a smug grin while he looked at your eyes tightened shut and jaw slacked open as you rode his hand. you placed your hand on his neck, both steadying yourself so you could fuck yourself harder on his hand and choking him lightly so he would shut the fuck up.

you lowered your chest so you could kiss him heatedly through the fingerfucking, and whispered sweet nothings in his lips while occasionally gasping and panting for air.

"still cold?" you asked cheekily in his ear, licking around the shell and biting down on his earlobe. "or d'you want me to sit on that pretty cock of yours?"

he really was frozen; you felt his frigid skin as you pulled down his boxers and his cock sprung free, familiar pulsating as he grunted through the sensation. you lowered yourself onto him, slow and relishing in his pleasurable whimpers, and rocked into him even slower. it was just the two of you, by the fireplace, gently fucking while you smothered him in kisses.

you couldn't have asked for a better christmas present this year.

[daddysfangirls-dc]

UnTamed Ch.19

Damian Wayne x OC!Female

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"It has potential," Jason said as he stepped over some broken floorboards. 

"It needs work," Asta said, lifting her cloak as she tiptoed across the weak floors. I don't smell mold. The roof and outer walls are intact. That's all good." She watched rats scurry across the floors. It was an abandoned apartment building sitting between Crime Alley and the Narrow. They plan to renovate it and put it to use.

They were still debating the use. Of course, they wanted it to house people, but the kind of people was the argument. Jason didn't want to put any stipulations on allowing all people in the building who needed it. Asta didn't want sex workers, drug dealers, or drug users. She had no problems with these people. Their activities and professions, however, were dangerous.

She had first had accounts of sex workers and drug dealers being followed and attacked by clients she didn't want to endanger the other residents. As for the drug users, they use and sometimes overdose; children didn't need to see that. Sometimes, they got desperate and stole. These people were already at rock bottom. They don't need their junkie neighbor stealing what little they have. And she witnessed enough dealers vs users fights to know housing them together wasn't a good idea. 

Asta figured they'd find or make housing for them elsewhere. Honestly, the argument didn't matter at the moment. It was the middle of late winter, and the snow was still piled high. Nothing could be done until the snow started to clear.

"This could be a room for the children. A playroom or daycare, perhaps?" 

"Perhaps? You talk like Damian."

"What's wrong with that?" she looked to the corner of the room where the ceiling had caved in. The damage was heavy. 

"Damian sounds fancy and talks as such." he steps over the debris to get a closer look. " You, however, have a street accent. It's just... sounds funny. Not trying to make fun of you or-"

" You think you can hurt me," she says as she looks out a broken window. There's a lot of space out back, and they could make a playground. I don't wear clothes, I walk around bear-footed, I can't... I've heard or thought of worse," she chuckles to herself. She had a lot of experience with Gotham's cruelty. 

"The Basement could be a laundry room," Damian said. He smirked at Jason's flinch.

" What are you doing here?" he was ignored.

" You'll have to order new machines and clean up the needles."

Asta approached him, giving him a peck on the cheek. " It needs more than a clean-up, Damian. Why are you here?"

"To see you and what you're working with. Also, Dick wants some sibling bonding. He and  the others are waiting in the car." 

Jason groaned before and started making his way outside. "

I don't—" he showed her a bag before she could finish. There went her excuse. " I made sure they were soft and comfortable." She dropped her cloak and pulled a dress from the bag. " It's soft cotton." She slipped on the grey sweater dress. It was soft and thick and stopped just above her knees. He pulled out a pair of socks and black boots that stopped just below her knees. 

"Do I look civilized?" 

"You look beautiful."

"Why dresses?" Asta asked. She noted that it was always a dress whenever Damian brought her clothes. No matter the season, weather, or occasion, it was always a dress. And Damian did indeed have reasons.

"You don't like clothes. Dresses are flowing and easy to remove once you tire of them." how thoughtful. She smiled and took his arm as he led her out of the building. 

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"It's an Arcade," Dick said. "We can see that, stupid," Jason said, walking past him with the others. 

"What's your favorite game?" Duke asked, falling behind to walk with Asta and Damian." Um, cheese Viking," she said, although it was the only thing she played, so there were no other references. " Cheese Viking, really?" she shrugged. " They have one somewhere around here. Maybe you can beat Damian's score." She looked at Damian.

"Challenge accepted," Damian smirked before taking her hand and leading her away. 

Duke smiled as he watched the couple disappear into the crowd, looking for the game.

" Never would I have imagined Demon brat with a girl," Tim said as he stood with his other siblings watching Dick and Cassandra play air hockey.

" I always thought whoever he did end up with would be as crazy or weird as him, " Steph said 

"That's the problem," Jason said. " The moment you stop calling him crazy and Demon brat, you'll remember he's just a kid. It's quite easy to see they're just weird kids." with that said, he and Duke walked off to play an open shooting game together.

"Cute," Cassandra said as she looked at the young couple. She was just as competitive as Damian if her focus said anything. Damian looked very entranced with her. Finish their game, Dick approached the couple, who were now arguing. 

"Luck"

"Well then, call me Lady Luck because I just beat your score." 

"How about a rematch, Lady Luck?"

"how about you give others a chance to play," Dick said. 

"We have Cheese Viking at home." Damian whispered, " Let's find another game." 

They found a motorcycle game Damian vs. Tim. While Dick and Asta watched. 

"How did you meet him?" he asked. She smiled. " he was working... work? He caught me stealing from thieves. Robin Hood situation, he let it slide when I told him why-we met off and on during his work until he finally decided I was a friend. We were near inseparable after that." she looked on at him in adoration.

"How did he get you to be his girlfriend?" she turned to him, confused.

" He asked?"

"No, I mean, how did he do it?"

"why? Need advice? I'd talk to Alfred," she teased. " Lunch. He got me a fancy dress, took me to a fancy lunch, and told me his feelings had changed and grown, and he wanted to proceed into a possibility. A romantic relationship. His exact words. I said okay, and here we are," she said almost breathlessly.

Dick smiled as he thought about it. It definitely sounded like Damian. He could imagine Damian speaking in his posh tone, treating it more like a business meeting. All stiff and proper until she agreed. He couldn't imagine how he relaxed, though. He couldn't imagine Asta relaxed either. The only he'd ever seen her as relaxed was when she was unconscious. Any other time she was tense or anxious. They could always see it. She was never calm or relaxed despite everything they tried. Alfred hinted at seeing her relaxed but never told how.  Even now, Dick could see her anxiously pulling at her dress.

Despite her smile, she wasn't comfortable here. " Have you ever played Pac-Man?" he asked, maybe he could distract her. 

"I've heard of it."

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Hours later, the group found themselves in a pizza parlor indulging in an amount of grease Alfred would not approve of. But everyone was enjoying themselves, so maybe he'd let it slide. 

"Alright, I see it now," Tim said. " You two are a perfect competitive match."

"Yes, we've come together to kick your butt," Asta said smugly. The others laughed and teased him. It was then that she noticed.

She arrived at the manor. Asta had been having trouble with her empath abilities, being emotionally overwhelming all the time but hiding so as not to be upset or seem rude. She focused on one person's emotions, usually Damian or Alfred. Damian was aware of her abilities and tried to help. And Alfred was simply more put together than others and held his emotions as such. They were easy to cling to.

But here she was now, surrounded by all his siblings, clinging to no one for the first time since entering the manor. She was taking in all their emotions (aside from Bruce and Alfred), and she was doing fine. She felt their joy, amusement, and love, and it felt so good. She felt so good.

Turning to Damian, she grins and takes his hand, engulfing him in the surrounding happiness she felt. He gasps at the sudden feelings. He grins, too, turning to her and pulling her into a kiss. Just a peak, but it was enough to have his siblings cooing and teasing. They did not care because with that one peck she felt all his love. 

[johnnysuhbmarine]

A Glimpse into my Mind B)

Welcome to chaos! Figured I might as well make my account navigable for all my random thoughts so here we go (this is very self-indulgent...i need to remember what i've been up to)

My life:

back on the stardew valley grind can't believe i don't have a boyfriend to drunk text me and my nightmares... snow in march means an excuse for exo christmas albums the debrief of my nct 127 concert locked in so hard i surprised myself no baseball, just chenle angst mall kiosks are the bane of my existence post-grad german quiz sad on main, my bad my canned boba tea for writing fuel B) my na jaemin arc Japan trip epiphany twitter banners are the bane of my existence the dream show three holding me together my interaction with a male of which i no longer have updates on... what the dog doin my last college final my forgiveness list... me and my glass of wine friend application i hate fruits fly infestation "pretty" can't be spelled like that the insta caption of my dreams i literally can't help myself minecraft is the bane of my existence my favorite post that no one appreciated the research paper i had leebit write guess my favorite album all i do as an nctzen is my job my favorite genre of music videos my mom being the sweetest ever that much for happy pills?! fact check bridge my love for zb1

My men:

yeah, i love Jeno exo-sc was made for me and bestie mingyu's cologne is comfort guaranteed calling johnny "bro" on weverse heeseung's cover of off my face will always be famous i'll never be over how many languages Johnny knows life as a Chenle ult Chenle's polaroid creating a stir in my family Mark Lee makes me crazy but shhh my dad when he remembers the name of my bias blue hair intak theo in a skirt intak's ruining my productive day my distracting notes pages harmony forest = procrastination at its finest tough crowd hwang intak on top too busy looking at pictures of intak skinny jeans haechan! Chenle and YangYang in SuperM Lee Know day gone wrong this post about Lee Jeno... 7dream is back (and i'm in tears) i SAW haechan in skinny jeans! Jaehyun's "i know you know" walk haechan mirae... me having a crush on Mark Lee was supposed to be a joke renewed my nctzen ID an incomplete list of things i am not over my insane luck with svt albums when i thought the world would explode getting into seventeen my favorite english line for each nct member why is he shirtless? Johnny in nct zone... my bias wreckers doing their job Johnny WILL have lines this comeback men layering with basketball jerseys mhmm Johnny's ending fairy "i love how far up Johnny's ass you are" my spidey senses for Johnny posts when Johnny no longer needed his sling and i bawled my eyes out "who tf is Johnny?" Johnny Suh and i are basically the same person i hate him (affectionate)

The fullsunstrawberry section:

valentine's day is NOT ruined we're getting married now because men are icky her exposing me as if i don't tell you all how much i love her every other day my friend and lover lucky in friendships buying a plane literally me and berry everyone show love to Good Boy rn!! i do NOT want to stan another group all out of walls to throw my phone at and it's her fault useless friend application whatever this is this really valid question about my roommates' fav dessert us and dream()scape chenle tumblr says i have a crush on you are you seeing this? when she killed off jaemin and then my irl went insane college parties suck

Practical things (tags I frequent and what for):

isa-rants -> me reacting to the things around me, some actual rants

isa-rambles -> me exposing the thoughts in my head that aren't provoked by outside events

isa shut-up-about-intak challenge: failed -> look, i really love hwang intak

he's perfect -> anything about one of my men (including hwang intak)

my moots <3 -> this is self-explanatory, methinks

asks and replies -> anything from my inbox!

anon <3 -> anything from my inbox...from an anon!!

[roguelov]

you know what I've been thinking about lately?

morpheus, hob and their soulmate moving to like, a cottage somewhere outside the city and just living their cute and cozy life

just the three of them cooking together, going grocery shopping and everything?? just domestic bliss🥹

Alexa play ‘So This Is Love’ 🥰🥹 this is the cutest thing in the entire world and it’s all I would ever want

Maybe this cottage is in the Dreaming tucked away so no one can ever disturb the three of you. It was perfectly crafted by Dream and Hob also had a say in the design because in the end it was a gift to you, a forever home. When they reveal it to you, you are over the moon and are pulling them in a hug and kissing their cheeks giggling ‘thank you! I love it!’

With the Dreaming there is definitely a town or a square or some place mingling with dreamers so you certainly can shop until your heart’s content!

You and Hob definitely do a lot of baking together. Sometimes you like to do it yourself and bake for them to show your love. And sometimes you like the help and getting into shenanigans in the kitchen with Hob (flour everywhere, kisses all over you, and a confused Dream who walked in on the snowy like mess)

Did someone say reading nook? Because you have one! And a secret room hidden behind a bookshelf in the living room that’s impossibly big and doesn’t physically make sense since when you swing it open you would be hitting the bathroom but hey you’re in the Dreaming things don’t have to make sense! Lazy days in that room are best. Maybe you’re reading, or doing some other hobby while your loves enjoy themselves in silence

Naps in said room? Perfection

Also garden? Gazebo? Swings from trees? Yes to all! Your home is like plucked from a fantasy book come to life. Picnics outside are welcomed, and swimming in the nearby pond is fun (skinny dipping anyone?)

You definitely have a room crafted just for you to have your own space. A bedroom with all your things and how you always dreamt you could have it! Of course there’s a room for all three of you to sleep together but having your own space is heavenly

Snuggles and cuddles around a fireplace while it’s snowing or raining

And just the three of you carving your own slice of paradise

[jaggerwockyy]

from 70 horrible questions. i answered all of them ig.

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents?

debatable. no.

02: Who did you last say “I love you” to?

my dad

03: Do you regret anything?

too many things.

04: Are you insecure?

about certain things

05: What is your relationship status?

single

06: How do you want to die?

quickly

07: What did you last eat?

kraft mac and cheese with bacon bits

08: Played any sports?

mma

09: Do you bite your nails?

no

10: When was your last physical fight?

don't think i've ever had one

11: Do you like someone?

not really

12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours?

yes

13: Do you hate anyone at the moment?

no

14: Do you miss someone?

i am always missing someone and right now it's multiple people who don't deserve me.

15: Have any pets?

mini poodle

16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment?

exhausted

17: Ever made out in the bathroom?

no

18: Are you scared of spiders?

no

19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance?

no

20: Where was the last place you snogged someone?

my bed

21: What are your plans for this weekend?

homework

22: Do you want to have kids? How many?

yes; two.

23: Do you have piercings? How many?

no.

24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)?

math and english

25: Do you miss anyone from your past?

ex-friend. ex-friend. ex-friend. friend who drifted away.

26: What are you craving right now?

tikka masala

27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart?

i don't think so.

28: Have you ever been cheated on?

no.

29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?

no.

30: What’s irritating you right now?

lack of time to do anything.

31: Does somebody love you?

i think so.

32: What is your favourite color?

black.

33: Do you have trust issues?

yes.

34: Who/what was your last dream about?

one of my ex-friends.

35: Who was the last person you cried in front of?

my therapist.

36: Do you give out second chances too easily?

too much

37: Is it easier to forgive or forget?

forget.

38: Is this year the best year of your life?

every new year is the best year of my life. so yes.

39: How old were you when you had your first kiss?

20 years old.

40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked?

not that i know of.

51: Favourite food?

curry and rice.

52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason?

no. sometimes it just sucks. you can assign meaning to it if you desire though.

53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?

play solitaire on my phone.

54: Is cheating ever okay?

sometimes but rarely ever.

55: Are you mean?

no. i don't think so, i try not to be.

56: How many people have you fist fought?

zero.

57: Do you believe in true love?

if it's something you make.

58: Favourite weather?

sunny and breezy. clouds in the sky.

59: Do you like the snow?

yes.

60: Do you wanna get married?

yes

61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?

situationally. not too often.

62: What makes you happy?

no drama, free time, spending time with people i love

63: Would you change your name?

i have.

64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?

yeah i don't really like them like that.

65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

i don't have a best friend right now.

66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around?

i used to.

67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?

a classmate.

68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

an online friend @unstoppable-fish

69: Do you believe in soulmates?

no.

70: Is there anyone you would die for?

yes. my sibling.

[witchywriter18]

Random Sebastian Sallow dating headcannons

Unlike my previous ones, this can apply to any house honestly. F!MC as well.

Must be touching you. He's either holding your hand, has an arm around your waist or shoulder, just anything that invades your personal space. If you're not big on physical affection, he will back off and respect your space. Otherwise, prepare to become joined at the hip with your boyfriend.

I imagine Sebastian's kisses vary on his mood. He's feeling calm, you get sweet gentle kisses. He's feeling a little jealous, very hot searing kisses. Feeling romantic, long passionate kisses.

If you're silently reading together, he'll occasionally just take your hand and give a kiss to the back of it, his eyes not leaving the page he's on. You're also snuggled up to him.

If Sebastian absolutely had to pick one thing that he loved about you, it would be your laugh. You could have the most donkey sounding laugh and he'd still love it. It's what makes you unique.

So if you're sad, he's gonna do anything to hear you laugh again. Doesn't matter if he utterly embarrasses himself in the process, just as long as he gets to hear your wonderful laugh.

Alright, imagine you guys are in potions. For some reason, you're making Amortentia.

To you, it smells like old books, smoke, and freshly turned Earth. Here's my reasoning. The old books because Sebastian always has his nose in a book and spends a good amount of time in the library. Smoke because of his frequent use of Confringo. And the earthy smell because Feldcroft is a farming hamlet so I imagine Sebastian has to work in the fields during the break.

For Sebastian, the potion smells like fresh rain, pine trees, and your favorite sweets from Honeydukes. Rain because it seems like when it does rain, you're always drawn to the window to watch it fall, or drag him outside to dance in it. Pine trees because you're always going into the Forbidden Forest like the adventurous little thing you are. And finally the candy because he actually took you to Honeydukes during your first week at Hogwarts, after the troll attack. He said that you needed a proper day at Hogsmead without a troll.

Dates include trips to Hogsmead, reading in the library, or just walking around the countryside. He actually prefers taking walks in the countryside because he likes being away from everyone else and just having you to himself for a little while. It feels more intimate and romantic to him.

On a scale of 1-10, I'd say Sebastian is a solid 5 or 6 maybe on the jealousy scale? He trusts you completely, just not anyone trying to make a move on you. He'll keep his composure at the start but if the person isn't taking no for an answer and keeps pushing, you'd have to hold him back from casting Confringo on the person.

You both started dating before the relic incident and after killing his uncle, Sebastian distanced himself a little bit, thinking you'd never want to see him again.

When you had had enough of this, you tracked him down, dragged him into the Undercroft, and had a good long talk about the situation.

When you said you still loved him despite the things he's done, poor thing completely broke down. Leading you to wrap him up in a hug, peppering his face with small kisses.

After Anne left to who knows where, you and Sebastian spend the breaks together.

I'm actually not quite sure if MC has family. I've seen some fics have her being from an orphanage and some where she does have family.

So if MC has family, Sebby is coming home with you for school holidays. Parents will absolutely love him.

If MC doesn't have family, you're staying with Sebastian in Feldcroft.

Just make sure our boy isn't left alone in Feldcroft feeling horrible about himself every single second.

Alright, that's enough angst, back to fluff!

During winter break, you're both making a snowman as soon as there's enough snow on the ground.

At least that's how it starts out.

When he's preparing one of the snowballs for the body, he feels a cold and wet substance hit him in the back of the head.

He turns and sees you with a not so innocent smirk on your face.

So chaos ensues with you pelting each other with snowballs.

After a while, you both go inside in a fit of giggles and warm up by the fire with some tea.

If Quiddich came back after year five and Sebastian was on the team, I'm definitely going by popular belief that our boy is a beater.

You bet you're decked out in Slytherin garb as you cheer him on, even if you aren't Slytherin.

He 100% is having you wear his jersey during a victory party or something. Basically another way of flaunting that you're his girl, no one else's.

Alright, I could go on about a relationship with this man but I better stop here.

[duketibbitswaifu]

✨ What's On The Radio~? ✨

🌸 Wrote a short lil story based on @leoalvarez-clowncarcommittee's podcast fanfiction series!1! 😊 Specifically their Wednesday update [ ♡ ] 🍰 It was super fun to write, I miss writing fics of me and Dukey <333 🌸

💗 "Rose, dogs are done!" 💗

🌺 Me and my Dukey pookie bear decided to go eat outside today!! It was the middle afternoon, the sun pouring on our backs. Most people say it's too hot, but it feels good on his arthritis, and I've always loved the son ^-^ 🌺

🌸 Duke walks over to our outside table where I'm sitting, plating the dog in front of me with a golden toothy grin. "I know you get yer own way of eatin' em, so go right ahead." He kisses me on the head as he passes, going to sit down next to me with his own hotdog. 🌸

💗 "Did you hear what's goin' on in Pueblo?" The old stoat perks up, looking at me. "Uh huh, heard it on the news. Some freak snowstorm or somethin'. Poor young'uns already can't care for themselves." He lifts his head in a short hearty chuckle, before subsiding down to a more serious look. "It's kinda weird, ain't it? Ain't that where you went to college?" 💗

🌺 I frown at Duke, hiding my dour look with the chewing of my mouth. I never really liked bringing up my school days, ever since losing my scholarship and having to drop out. "Yeah, but it's whatever..." Duke wraps his arm over my shoulder, a quick attempt to soothe me. I lean my head on his arm, finding comfort in his embrace. 🌺

🌸 "Let's put the radio on, I don't wanna hear nothin' but chewing." I reach over to our little radio on the table, turning the knob on. It gives static a bit before sparking to the station we usually tune into. 🌸

💗 "-a, this is K-F-C-A 91.5 Phoenix. We have an update this evening on the freak snow storm hitting Pueblo. The surrounding areas seem to not be affected but we'll keep you all updated" 💗

🌺 "Hm!" Duke grunts, hearing the same thing we was talkin' about get brought up. He puts down his coke and swallows his sausage, trying to focus in. I can see the wrinkles on the corners of his eyes crinkle as he he does. He's also been a little cooky about weird phenomena like this. 🌺

🌸 "If you're in need of emergency aid please remember to report to the university for assistance. And maybe consider getting some sun and fun in the mountains, they don't seem to be affected by all of this. Now, why do you think that is? We're not paid to think, we're paid to talk! Right you are! Up next, a bit of Sunshine On my Shoulder to help those in the area warm up inside!" 🌸

💗 The news segment was short. It was a whole lot of text in such a small period, like they were rushing or something. It quickly tuned into a sort of somber song too, despite them trying to sound uplifting. 💗

🌺 I see Duke shoot into a visible scowl, "What the hell was that??" And Dukey didn't seem too happy either. What the cunt do you mean 'we're not paid to think'? You ain't gonna question that shit?" I scoot myself closer to him, kissing his cheek. He always gets worked up over things like this. He doesn't like it when people sit around and do nothing. 🌺

🌸 "Hey baby, they'll be okay. Somethin' like that happened down in Texas a while back. At least we're not gettin' that snow, huh?" I see Dukey take a deep breath, staring at the table grain. His yellow eyes are piercing the table, trying to control himself. 🌸

💗 He calms, staring at me with that usual stupid grin. "You know what, yeah. Yer right baby. 'Sides, even if it was snowin' where we live, yer hot enough to keep me warm." He pokes my side, snickering before throwing a cough. I retaliate by jabbing his side with my elbow. 💗

🌺 We spent the rest of the afternoon eating and talking and listening to country music. We had changed the channel 'cause we wanted something a little more upbeat~!!1 Surely nothing bad will happen with the snowstorm 🌺

[storiesbyjes2g]

3.113 Respect your elders

Since we were right down the street, we walked to the cemetery to lay fresh flowers on my grandparents' graves. As soon as we stepped outside, a chilly wind brushed past us, and snow began falling. Summer was just days away. Newcrest wasn't the warmest city I'd lived in, but the cold and snow should have been over a long time ago. I expressed my desire to see Gammy again, but knew it probably wouldn't happen in the middle of the afternoon. But Sophia, my sweet Sophia, was a great cheerleader.

"You'll see her," she said.

"But it's daytime. I don't think they come out in daylight."

"She'll come out as soon as she hears your voice. She loves you so much."

"Well...I hope you're right. I won't hold my breath, though."

"While we wait for her...it's still Love Day, and I love you," she said sweetly, inching toward me.

My eyebrow went up.

"You look like you're looking for trouble."

"Trouble?" she asked, cocking her head to the side. "I don't know her."

"Mmm hmm. I love you too. You and your trouble."

No sooner than she planted a kiss on my cheek, mist poured out of Gammy's headstone.

"Oh my Watcher," I shouted. "You were right! She's coming!"

The mist spilled onto the plot and swirled around our feet. Gammy's ghost popped as orange as a sunset.

"I know y'all not trying to get busy in the graveyard," she shouted. "I'm not mad, though. Come here, my baby!"

I laughed and threw my arms around her.

"Hey, Gammy! Happy Love Day!"

"Oh! Is that what day it is? Happy Love Day to you!"

She squeezed me tightly, and just like Mama did when I announced I had proposed, she pushed me aside and turned her attention to Sophia. Pope women. I shook my head lovingly at her.

"Let me see that ring!"

Sophia extended her hand and let Gammy ooh and ahh.

"Okay, Luca," she said. "You did well! Let me see some pictures! I want to know everything!"

Sophia whipped out her phone and scrolled through the wedding pictures she was tagged in.

"Oooh a beach wedding," she shouted. "That dress was perfect! Awwww look at my baby! You were so handsome, Mr. Cute Face!"

Now I had to know. Did Mama name me that, or did she steal it from Gammy?

"Oh, look at my child," she said with a tremor in her voice. "She was always so beautiful. I miss her so much. Hmph...I see she's still messing with that ol spineless...let me be nice. Oh! You had Ali officiate? That's so special. And there's my other baby, looking like a model! She probably doesn't remember me. That venue was perfect! Was that Tartosa?"

"Yes, ma'am," Sophia said.

"I would have loved to get married there, but we eloped at the romance festival."

Sophia's face lit up.

"Really? I always heard of sims doing that but never met anyone who did."

"Now you have! It was magical...but oh so cold! That fool has us out there in a blizzard! Speaking of, let's get you out of this cold."

We went inside the building, but it didn't provide much warmth. It was eerily cold in there, and I thought I saw a figure floating around the casket in the font.

"Gammy...are you okay? You don't seem like yourself. And you're orange."

"I am," she said. "Don't worry about me. Tell me about you. How's married life? Are you trying for babies yet?"

I glanced over at Sophia, who nodded at me, giving her blessing to share our story with Gammy.

"Married life is amazing. I've never been happier. We're moving to a bigger house in San Sequoia tomorrow. And...uhhh...we're still working on a baby."

"Oh noooo. Are you..."

"Yeah."

"I'm so sorry to hear that. That kind of thing can knock the wind out of your sails. I personally haven't gone through it, but I'm familiar with wanting something really bad and not getting it. Don't give up, you hear? It'll happen! Just be good yourselves and don't get stressed out. You'll see!"

"Thanks, Gammy. We're trying to stay positive."

"Good. Well, you two should get out of here. It's Love Day! Take this young lady home and blow her back out until you pass out! Put THREE babies in there, ha ha!"

"Gammy!!"

I'd always been one to respect and listen to my elders...

[wandafiction]

Moose - Just Us Chapter 77

Warnings: None

Word Count: 4790

Series List | Chapter 76 | Chapter 78

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We were now waiting at baggage collection, Wanda pulled into my side as my right arm rests over her shoulder. The boy's eyes follow every bag that goes past, double checking to see if they are ours or not as they bounce on their feet excitedly. Luckily, they seem a lot more awake than they were this morning which makes sense since they slept on the plane. 

I rest my head on top of Wanda's feeling her relax against me more, closing my eyes for a moment as I breathe in her scent. When they open up I smile against her hair when I see the boys both grabbing each of our bags off the conveyor belt, turning around with proud smiles on their faces when they show us. 

"Okay so we have the bags. What now?" Tommy asks as he passes me my suitcase.

"Now we head out, we can grab a drink and some food from one of the shops here. Then you have to look out for a white hat volunteer."

"A white hat volunteer?" Billy passes Wanda's bag to her.

"Yeah, so they wear white hats and red vests. They are people who welcome you to Calgary and have bits of information and everything. I just need to know where to find our rental car." 

"Okay so we have the bags, we need to find where we are going and get coffee. Also go to the toilet now because we have a nearly 3 hour drive ahead of us." Wanda lists off as we all start walking out of baggage claim. 

Wanda holds her hand in mine swaying them between us as we follow the boys closely behind, as they follow the signs above to the exit. As the boys lead us towards the exit me and Wanda look out for a coffee shop in desperate need of a caffeine boost. When we finally find one we decide to sit down and to drink it so the boys can disappear to the toilet without getting lost.

"So what's the plan once we leave the airport?" Wanda blows on the top of her coffee before taking a sip.

"Well I thought since we have had a long day of travelling we can just have a relaxed night by the fire watching movies or playing a board game. Then tomorrow we can come back and explore Calgary and some surrounding areas maybe. Or make that a day or two thing. Then it's going to be snowing so we will be sort of stuck in the cabin for a while as the roads can be quite dangerous but it doesn't mean we can't go outside. There are a few look out sights around the area we can look at the mountains from. But we can ask one of the white hats for a guide."

"Okay. So we are definitely exploring, I mean you can't not explore. Where we go is up to you, since you've been here a few times so you know the good spots. The boys have only dealt with New York snow so it should be an adventure for them." She takes another sip of coffee as I watch the boys join the queue to get themselves a drink. "What about wild animals? How likely are we to run into them?"

"We will see them on the drive up to the cabin, but I own the land and paid to have it fenced. It's not fenced off that much that it causes issues with the wildlife, but it is enough so we can explore the surrounding forest a little. Although we should still be careful because the fence doesn't always stop the animals. But we have security cameras that are motion sensors and infrared so we can check for anything before we go out."

"Okay." Wanda takes in the information as the boys join us at the table.

"You mentioned there was a lake?" Tommy takes a sip of his hot chocolate.

"Yeah, it might freeze over during the week but if you want to we can do some fishing while it isn't. We can cook fresh fish too if that's something you want to do?"

"I've never been fishing before, so yes please!" Tommy shuffles excitedly in his seat as I smile warmly at him.

"What about you Billy?" He simply shakes his head.

"I never liked the idea of fishing, sitting there for ages with nothing on the end of the line. I brought the camera so I can take pictures and that. It's for a school project."

"That sounds cool, it's like the most picturesque place I've ever seen." 

"Yeah I've always enjoyed photography, capturing something in the moment that will last forever."

"Maybe I will join you on one of your photography missions. I think it's about time I draw the mountains again." 

"Awesome. I'm already so excited and I don't even know where we are going." Me and Wanda let out a small laugh at that before we both finish our drinks.

I stand up from my chair once the boys have finished their drinks, moving over to Wanda and holding my hand out for her to take as she stands up. The boys walk ahead of us on a mission to find us a white hat volunteer, while me and Wanda smile at the sight of the boys pointing out things around the airport as we wander around.  

"Look there's a lady in a white hat and red vest." Tommy points out to me and Wanda as Billy starts to make his way over to the smiling lady. 

Me and Wanda start to make our way over as Tommy runs over to join Billy who is already chatting to the lady. When Tommy points to me and Wanda the lady smiles wider, gently placing her hand on the boys back as they all walk towards us.

"Hiya folks, welcome to Calgary my name is Janet. Where have you guys flown in from?" I tilt my head slightly as I try to recall where I have seen this woman before.

"New York! We had to get up, like, super early!" Tommy complains, I let out a small laugh while I put my arm over Wanda's shoulder.

"Oh New Yorkers! Is it your first time visiting Calgary?" She aims the questions at the boys as they bounce on their feet in excitement.

"It's ours and mom's first time in Canada. Y/n's been here a few times." 

"Well that is so much to do! Here are these." She hands both the boys a guide then one between me and Wanda. "So where are you guys going?"

"We don't know." Billy shrugs as he playfully glares at me. "Y/n won't tell us." 

"Fine, we are going to my cabin at Cathedral Mountain." 

"Where's that?" Tommy tilts his head in question. 

"Wow you own one of the cabins up there?" Janet looks at me as a look of realisation crosses her face. "Y/n, I thought the name sounded familiar. You own the Stark cabin don't you?" 

"I do, yes. How did you know?"

"My husband and I own a cabin across the lake. My daughter and granddaughter are staying there for a few weeks." 

"Wait Mrs Bishop?" She nods her head at me and I immediately engulf her in a hug. "Wow it's been a while since I've seen you last. How is Eleanor? And Kate! How old is she now?" 

"It has been a while dear. Eleanor is doing well and Kate is 19 now." She moves out of the hug and looks to the other three who look very confused.

"Oh sorry guys. Janet, this is my girlfriend Wanda and her two boys Billy and Tommy. Guys this is my cabin neighbour Janet, I've known her since we first brought the cabin, but have only run into each other once or twice over the years. It must be three years now, wow you look good Mrs Bishop. No wonder I didn't recognise you straight away."

"It's nice to meet you." Wanda holds out her hand, but Janet pulls her into a hug which Wanda instantly relaxes into. 

"Sorry I'm a hugger dear." Janet mentions as she releases Wanda. "So how long have you been together?" 

"Well we met on the 10th of last month so just over a month and a half. But it will officially be one month, tomorrow since she asked me to be her girlfriend." Wanda beams up at me as I speak.

"Well it's lovely to meet you all." Janet leans up to whisper in my ear. "I'm sure Eleanor won't mind keeping an eye on the boys if you want to celebrate your one month."

I blush a little at the insinuation as Janet smirks at me, while Wanda looks at me confused. I shrug and Wanda doesn't ask any questions as Janet nudges my shoulder.

"Anyway Janet. We came looking for a white hat since I don't know where the rental place is." 

"How do you not know? You have been here plenty of times." 

"We used to hire a driver for the airport transport, but since this is more of a family vacation it's easier for me to drive." 

"Okay well if you go towards the main exit, it's like a tiny little booth on the right with one or two workers. You can't really miss it as it has a big sign above saying Calgary car hire." 

"Thank you Janet."

"Of course dear. Anything else I can help you with?" I look around to the other three who are simply watching the interaction shaking their heads at her question. "Very well, but you guys best come to my cabin for dinner at some point before you leave."

"Of course. Is there anything we should bring?" Wanda asks as we all start moving towards the exit, Janet walking with us.

"Just yourselves and some warm clothes dear." 

"Okay, how about Thursday?" Wanda continues her conversation as I spot the car hire place.

"Thursday is perfect. I will see you then, dear." She hugs Wanda then me.

"See you then Janet." The boys give her a small wave as she walks back to her post.

My hand moves down to hold onto Wanda's as I start to walk us to the car hire place, the boys on either side of us as we all drag our suitcases behind us. I smile at the man behind the counter who is too busy typing into his computer to even look up at us, holding a single finger in the air silently telling us to wait. I raise my eyebrows at the action and turn to look at Wanda who has the same expression on her face. We wait a few minutes before Wanda huffs.

"Excuse me, I'm sure you're busy but we've just got off our plane and would much rather be driving to our destination than waiting here for you to do your job." I twist my lips as Wanda leans against the counter, the man's eyes widening slightly at the angered tone of Wanda's voice. I may or may not be swooning over the fact her accent was audible too.

"Right, sorry. Hi, how can I help?" He straightens out some papers on the desk as he looks between me and Wanda.

"I pre-booked a car under the name Y/n Barton." He nods as he types away on his computer.

"I have you down for the white jeep wrangler Rubicon from today until the 30th."

"Yeah that's the one."

"Perfect so I just need the card you paid with and your driving licence." I pass them off to him and he looks at the passport then the card, then back to me. "The name on the licence and the card are different, can I also have a look at your passport."

"Jeez, you have stronger security than most airports." He lets out a small laugh as I hand it over.

"Unfortunately, it's a policy. We know that people change their names, but we need extra proof if it occurs so we can confirm that the names and address matches. Or something like that. If I don't do it, I get fired and I can't be having that."

He looks between the three items. 

"So because the surname on the license and passport are Stark I am going to have to change that in our database even if you don't go by that name anymore."

"No problem. I get it, you're just doing your job." The boys both scrunch their brows at me then up to Wanda who shows herself zipping her lips so the boys press their lips together and go back to looking around the airport.

"Okay so that's all sorted, here are the keys and paperwork with emergency numbers and terms and conditions. The manual for the car will be in the glove box. If you come out of here turn right and follow the signs for the car hire parking lot you should easily find your vehicle.I hope you enjoy your stay in Calgary."

"Thank you." I take the keys and the four of us start in the direction the young man had told us. 

Once we spot the car the boys sprint off both calling shotgun on the front seat, trying to push in front of one another, with me and Wanda laughing at their antics as we slowly follow behind them. Once a small amount of arguing starts Wanda simply tilts her head raising her eyebrows and the boys stop immediately, bowing their heads. 

"Right bags in the back, then boys in the back." Wanda takes the keys from my hand to unlock the car.

"But I called shotgun mom!" Tommy whines as he trudges to the back of the car.

"Actually I called shotgun, so you will have to sit in the back with Tommy mom." Billy tries to act smug, but zips his lips when Wanda quirks her brow again. 

"What do you think Y/n? Who should be sat upfront with you?" Tommy pleads with his eyes but I simply wrap my arm around Wanda.

"As the driver of the car I decree that your mother gets the passenger seat every time we share a car, but any other time shotgun rules."

"I guess that's fine." Tommy grumbles as Wanda kisses the underside of my jaw, before leaving my grasp to open the back door of the car. 

Once we are all settled in the car, and having let it warm up with it idle in the parking lot, I set the destination in the navigation system. I rest my arm on the back of Wanda's chair as I look behind me and out of the rearview window to see what I'm doing when reversing. I turn around catching Wanda staring at me with flushed cheeks before I put the vehicle in drive and get us going. 

"So we are going to be driving through Calgary, then will be driving along the prairie land. So everything is super flat until we reach the mountains, but it creates such a beautiful view. We will also be driving through a place called Banff, which is a nice little mountain town. We will explore these places probably tomorrow and Tuesday since it is not snowing. We can do some sightseeing and shopping, go to some cute cafés, that sort of thing. Then when it snows we can stay up in the cabin for a lot of it. Thursday we have dinner with the Bishop's. Apart from that we have nothing apart from relaxing to do. Everyone happy?" 

"Happy!" They all say in unison. Creepy.

I look over to Wanda who, at some point through my ramble, interlocked our hands resting it on the arm rest between our chairs. Her head is resting on her other hand which is being propped up by her elbow on the door, a fuzzy smile on her face as her eyes look into my soul once more. I divert my attention back to the road before looking in the rearview mirror to check on the boys who are on their phones. I feel Wanda squeeze my hand to get my attention, and I squeeze it back to let her know she has it while my eyes flick back to the road.

"I love you."

"Love you too Princess." I laugh when I hear the boys fake gag in the back and Wanda sends them a glare.

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We've been on the road for about an hour, the boys and Wanda having been looking out the windows at the passing scenery since we got out of Calgary, their eyes lighting up at the sight of a few deers in the fields. Wanda perks up leaning forward to the stereo controls when a new song starts playing. The boys lean forward slightly and I smile and the happy smiles they both have.

"This is one of our favourite songs." Wanda blushes as she says it, and I only smile wider, turning it up more. 

(Shotgun - George Ezra)

Homegrown alligator, see you later

Gotta hit the road, gotta hit the road

Something changed in the atmosphere

Architecture unfamiliar

I could get used to this

I smile when the boys start singing, swaying their bodies side to side in their seats. I look at Wanda who is shyly whispering the lyrics. I squeeze her hand gently taking a quick look at her as I start singing the next verse trying my best to show her it's okay to sing aloud, as I look back to the road.

Time flies by in the yellow and green

Stick around and you'll see what I mean

There's a mountaintop that I'm dreaming of

If you need me you know where I'll be

I look back at Wanda when I realise she stopped singing, the boys only getting louder, and see her already looking at me with her lip between her teeth. Her eyes show me so much love and as I continue to sing as I turn my attention back to the road I see a smile grow on her face from my peripheral vision. I give her hand another squeeze and smile widely when I hear her start singing the chorus.

I'll be riding shotgun underneath the hot sun

Feeling like a someone (someone)

I'll be riding shotgun underneath the hot sun

Feeling like a someone

All of us are now swaying our bodies left to right, and I tap my hand against the steering wheel, as we get into our groove and start to enjoy the music. Wanda's voice is more confident and for never having heard I sing, I'm amazed her voice is beautiful and she has a husk to it that makes my heart soar at the sound. I just fell more in love with her if that is even possible.

We're south of the Equator, navigator

Gotta hit the road, gotta hit the road

Deep sea diving 'round the clock, bikini bottoms, lager tops

I could get used to this

Time flies by in the yellow and green

Stick around and you'll see what I mean

There's a mountaintop that I'm dreaming of

If you need me you know where I'll be

I'll be riding shotgun underneath the hot sun

Feeling like a someone (someone)

I'll be riding shotgun underneath the hot sun

Feeling like a someone

Wanda let's go of my hand as she starts dancing in her seat, moving her hand in time to the beat. At first she simply taps at the air but it slowly transforms into her hands waving about in the air looking like waves, or rolling her wrist with her fingers like she is trying to entice someone. She giggles a little when she sees me turning my head to look as she sings a few lyrics to me before I turn my attention back to the road. 

We got two in the front (hey)

Two in the back (hey)

Sailing along

And we don't look back (back, back)

Time flies by in the yellow and green

Stick around and you'll see what I mean

There's a mountaintop that I'm dreaming of

If you need me you know where I'll be

I'll be riding shotgun underneath the hot sun

Feeling like a someone (someone)

I'll be riding shotgun underneath the hot sun

Feeling like a someone

I'll be riding shotgun underneath the hot sun

Feeling like a someone (someone)

I'll be riding shotgun underneath the hot sun

Feeling like a someone, a someone, a someone, someone

I look in the rearview mirror and smile when I watch the boys sing to one another as they bop their heads, smiling at one another. I look back to the road and feel Wanda's hand creep into mine as she brings it up to her lips and starts to sing against the back of my hand. I take a quick look over at her to see her already looking at me with her fuzzy smile before she continues to sing against my hand and I look back to the road. 

We all let out small giggles when the song comes to an end and Wanda leans forward to turn the stereo back down. As she leans back she brings our hands back to her lips as she peppers the back of my hand with kisses, so I squeeze her hand in return. Once she has deemed all of my hand kissed, she brings it down to rest in her lap as she rests her back against the headrest. 

"Guys look." I point out the window to the mountains that we are now starting to drive past, the flat land left behind.

"Woah. It's beautiful." Wanda's jaw drops as she looks out her window.

"It only gets more beautiful from here." 

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We have just passed through Banff which means we have another hour left of our journey, the boys are on their phones keeping themselves entertained as Wanda takes a small nap. I suddenly see something in the road that makes me wake her up knowing she won't want to miss it and grab the boy's attention.

"Princess, boys. Look what's on the road." Wanda's eyes flutter open just by the sound of my voice and the boys lean forward to look through the windscreen and I smile when I hear all three of them gasp.

"Holy cow! That's huge!" Wanda sits forward in her seat more as I slow the car down so I can avoid the animal.

"Actually mom, I think it's a moose." Tommy giggles as Wanda rolls her eyes before they go back to looking at the huge animal.

"It is indeed a moose. Looks like a fully grown male to me with how big it is." 

It's walking on our side of the road, I slow down even more to make sure I don't spook it as I check the other side of the road. When I confirm there are no other cars coming I slowly pull out onto the other side and up next to the moose. Wanda and the boys look up to the moose as we pass at a safe distance before I get back to our side of the road and slowly speed up.

"That was bigger than the car!" Billy squeals as him and Tommy look at the rearview window as Wanda looks in her side mirror.

"Yeah, that was probably about 2.5m to the shoulder. They are big creatures. Dangerous too."

"I didn't think they were that big. I always thought they were like deer in size." Wanda thinks aloud as she looks to the boys who look at her nodding.

"Well hopefully we see a few more during this week. We may get lucky and see some bears and wolves too." 

"Wait wolves and bears! Will there be any by the cabin?" I shake my head at Billy's question.

"Shouldn't be. The land is fenced off to a certain point so we are protected." 

"Damn I wanted to see a bear...or a wolf." I laugh as he slumps back in his chair. 

"Well there are plenty of times that you see them on the road, so keep an eye out everytime we drive. You might get lucky." With that both boys start looking out the windows desperate to find the animals they want to see.

Wanda pulls my hand up to her face, her hand moving behind mine as she presses it against her cheek. She kisses the palm of my hand and I start rubbing my thumbs over her cheek bone, I feel her lean into my hand more. She kisses it a few more times before placing it in her lap as she plays with my fingers, and I smile when she starts drawing random shapes and patterns.

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"And we are here." I inform them as I stop the car on the gravel.

"Wow this is massive." Tommy says as he climbs out of the car with Billy.

"It is beautiful Y/n." Wanda leans over the center console to kiss my cheek before she climbs out of the car. 

I join them in grabbing our bags from the back before pushing the door shut and locking the car watching as the three of them race to the front of the cabin. I smile as they look through the windows of the cabin gasping at what they see inside. I make it to the front door of the cabin, watching their excitement grow as I unlock the door. They walk into the cabin, eyes scanning every detail as they spin around to get a full view. 

"Okay so Tommy your room is going to be up the stairs third door on the right, Billy yours is the first door on the right. The second door is a cupboard with some games and other stuff in it. Boys, your rooms have their own toilets, but make sure you lock both doors when doing your business because the other door leads to the shared bathroom. You have two sinks and there is a walk in shower, so you sort out who is showering first between you two."

"Okay Y/n!" They both shout as they make their way up the stairs holding their suitcases up so they don't bump against the stairs. 

"Where are we staying?" Wanda asks as I grab her bag nodding for her to go up the stairs.

"We are in the only room on the left hand side. We have an ensuite with both a big bath that fits two, and a walk in shower like at your apartment. The room has a built-in wardrobe, a few chest of drawers and the view is spectacular." 

She opens the door and her eyes scan the room as she walks around dragging a hand over every surface. She looks back to me after a while, and I let go of the suitcases when she runs towards me and jumps. I easily catch her as she wraps her arms and legs around my body while I spin us around a couple of times.

"You happy princess."

"I'm over the moon baby. This is so beautiful, it's amazing, it's….I love it. I love you. So, so much." I smile at her as I bring our lips together for a few seconds before resting my forehead against hers.

"Go have a look out the window." I put her down and she shuffles over to the window, a small gasp escaping her lips as she looks up to the mountains.

"I wish we could stay forever in this moment." I come up behind her wrapping my arms around her waist as my chin comes to rest on the top of her head.

"You get to see this everyday for the whole week Wanda." 

"I'm never going to get bored of that view." I kiss the top of her head.

"The view never gets boring, it's always as mesmerising as the first time I saw it."

"Y/n. Remember what I told you my dream home was?"

"I do and I know princess. We can have our own cabin in the mountains, in the woods, by a lake one day. You just need the boys to be in college." She turns around with a few tears in her eyes and I smile softly at her as I cup her cheeks.

"You remembered?" I nod softly as I lean down to peck her lips a few times.

"If it is a dream of yours then it is a dream of mine."

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