#mischievous munchkin

[cholerascum]

hello ma'am !! I would like to order Three (3) Little Guys, Silly Goobers, (and/or) Mischievous Munchkins. pls and thank.

normally i only do these on tuesdays but you calling me ma'am made me happy and feel a bit better so here you go. a little guy, a silly goober, and a mischievous munchkin. <3

[webkinztournament]

[misswynters]

Lil Daredevils with big hearts

featuring. ekko x wife!reader

note. i need more aunt! jinx (this is horrible i don’t like it but i’ve spent way too much time on this)

requested. by anon

Your birthday had been a quiet affair so far, just you, Ekko, and the twins at the Firelight hideout. You hadn’t expected much; after all, it was difficult to celebrate properly in a city like this. But your daughters, ever the spirited pair, had whispered and giggled all morning, plotting something secret. You knew they wanted to surprise you, but you couldn’t have guessed how far they’d go.

The more mischievous of the two, had decided that a proper birthday gift was non-negotiable. Her twin, more cautious but equally devoted, followed her lead. Together, they hatched a plan: She would swipe something special from a merchant in the Piltover market while her sister kept watch. It was innocent enough in their young minds, a way to show how much they loved their mama. But even at five years old, the twins underestimated the risk.

The plan unraveled quickly. The more excited twin had barely snatched a sparkling trinket from a vendor’s table when the merchant shouted, drawing the attention of none other than Caitlyn Kiramman. The Enforcer’s sharp eyes caught sight of the tiny thief darting between stalls, her twin calmer sister trailing behind, trying to call her back. Caitlyn’s voice rang out, calm yet commanding. “Stop right there!”

But the twins didn’t stop. Fear propelled them forward, their small feet pattering against the cobblestones. Caitlyn sighed, reaching for her rifle, intending only to fire a warning shot to make them halt. The sight of the weapon, however, filled you with cold dread as you turned the corner and saw the scene unfolding. Your maternal instincts overrode all reason, and without hesitation, you threw yourself between Caitlyn and the girls just as her finger accidentally squeezed the trigger.

The shot echoed through the narrow street, sharp and unforgiving. Pain exploded in your side as the bullet tore through flesh, and you stumbled, clutching the wound as blood seeped between your fingers. The twins froze in horror, their eyes wide and filled with tears. Caitlyn lowered her rifle instantly, her face stricken with regret. “Oh my gods… I didn’t mean—”

The chaos only deepened as Ekko and Vi arrived, drawn by the sound of gunfire. Ekko’s eyes went wide as he took in the sight of you on the ground, bleeding, with Caitlyn standing nearby, rifle still in hand. Rage replaced the shock in an instant. “What the hell did you do?” he snarled, rushing to your side.

Vi, confused and alarmed, held up her hands. “Cait, what’s going on? Who are they?”

Caitlyn stammered, clearly shaken. “I didn’t know they were children—she just—she jumped in the way!”

Before Ekko could unleash the full force of his anger, a familiar chaotic energy entered the scene. Jinx appeared out of nowhere, her wild grin softening when she saw the twins huddled together, crying. “Hey, hey, what’s all this fuss about?” she said, kneeling to their level. “Don’t worry, Auntie Jinx is here.”

You managed a weak smile through the pain. “Jinx… take them. Please.”

Ekko didn’t even need to look to know you trusted her implicitly. Jinx gently scooped up the twins, her tone uncharacteristically soothing. “Come on, munchkins. Let’s go somewhere fun, yeah? Don’t worry about your mama. She’s tougher than she looks.”

The twins clung to her, still sniffling, but they didn’t protest. With one last glance at you, Jinx disappeared as swiftly as she had arrived, the twins safe in her care.

Ekko turned his attention back to Caitlyn and Vi, his protective instincts blazing. “You pointed a gun at my daughters?” he hissed, his voice dangerously low.

Caitlyn stepped forward, guilt etched into every line of her face. “I didn’t know they were yours, Ekko. They were running, and I—”

“That’s no excuse,” Ekko snapped, cutting her off. “They’re kids. My kids. You don’t aim a gun at children, ever.”

Vi, still piecing everything together, held up her hands. “Wait, wait. You’re married? And you have kids?”

“Uh. Yeah, Vi,” Ekko shot back, his tone sharp. “Surprise. Maybe if you and your Enforcer girlfriend weren’t so trigger-happy, you’d probably know that by now.”

“Ekko,” you murmured weakly, placing a hand on his arm. “It was an accident. Please let it go.”

He knelt beside you, his anger softening as he saw the pain in your eyes. “Let it go? She shot you.”

“It was my choice,” you said, your voice firm despite the pain. “I saw the gun, and I jumped. She didn’t mean to.”

Caitlyn crouched down, meeting your gaze with a sincerity that was hard to ignore. “I swear to you, I would never intentionally harm anyone, especially not a child. I’m so sorry.”

Ekko didn’t respond immediately, his jaw tight as he tried to rein in his emotions. Vi stepped closer, her expression more serious now. “Look, I get why you’re pissed. If someone hurt my family, I’d lose it too. But Caitlyn made a mistake. Let us help. We’ll get her patched up.”

You reached for Ekko’s hand, squeezing it gently. “Please, my love.”

He let out a long breath, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. “Fine. But we’re not done talking about this.”

Vi nodded, offering her hand to help you up. “Fair enough. Let’s get you somewhere safe first.”

Later, back at the Firelight hideout, Ekko hovered over you as you rested on your shared bed, the wound bandaged but still tender. The twins were with Jinx in another part of the hideout, their giggles faintly audible through the walls.

Vi and Caitlyn stood nearby, both uncharacteristically quiet. Ekko finally broke the silence, his voice low but firm. “You’re lucky she’s okay. If she wasn’t…”

“I know,” Caitlyn said softly, her usual confidence replaced by remorse. “I’ll do whatever it takes to make this right.”

Vi crossed her arms, glancing at you. “For what it’s worth, you’ve got guts. Jumping in like that? Not many people would do that.”

You managed a small smile. “Not many people have kids like mine.”

Ekko sat beside you, his hand resting over yours. “They’re lucky to have you as their mom.”

Despite the lingering tension, the room felt a little lighter. Jinx’s voice suddenly called out from the other room. “Hey! The mischievous one is trying to climb the wall again! Who taught these kids to be such little daredevils?”

Ekko sighed, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “I wonder where they get it from.”

You laughed softly, wincing as the movement tugged at your side. “Maybe their dad?”

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[paradiseismine]

Hi!!

Today was my birthday and I don’t know if you have requests open, but if you do, could you please write a Mike Wheeler x Munson!Reader? In which Y/N is Eddie Munson’s younger sister and secretly dating Mike and, well, getting into spicy things in his basement?

I would thank you a lot ✨

Hands off - Mike Wheeler x reader

Pairing: Mike Wheeler (Stranger Things) x Munson!f!reader

Warnings: smut, secret affair, blowjob, face sitting, slightly inexperienced Mike

Love note from Nina: first of all, happy belated birthday, darling! 🎂 I hope you had a great day. Second of all: HELL YES, and here you go.

“Hands off, Wheeler boy” Eddie had warned (partly jokingly, but not entirely) when he caught Mike staring at you once. “That’s my little sister, don’t forget that”

But it’s not like he could forget that, really. You’d hang out with Eddie and tag along for D&D campaigns pretty frequently - the gang’s new Druid. You didn’t attend Hawkins High, though, but went to some fancier school in the neighboring town instead. You had gotten the book smarts whilst Eddie had gotten the street smarts, as he’d always say.

Tonight, you had joined the gang for another D&D campaign, on Mike’s basement, as usual. Y’all had been playing for a good five hours or so (with an strategic stop to order a pizza), and besides the fact that the campaign pretty much always took place on a Saturday, it was getting late.

You had caught Mike staring at you a couple times - he was also sitting right next to you, knees “accidentally” touching yours from time to time as the game progressed. There was something about him that made you feel so pretty, so desired, you could barely resist the temptation to touch his thigh under the table. Ugh, you had to come up with a plan, what could you possibly do t-

“Should we wrap and get going, guys?” Dustin suddenly asked, interrupting your thoughts while checking his watch. He didn’t say it, but he clearly wanted to call Suzie before going to bed. Lucas and Will agreed, and so did you and Eddie.

After another round or two, the gang decided to stop the game on a cliffhanger, just to keep things exciting and pick up from where you left off in the following week. Bidding each other goodbye, the rest of the party walked up to the front door and left on their bikes.

“Fuck, you go ahead, I think I forgot something in the basement” you scratched the back of your head, trying to seem nonchalant. “See you at home?”

“Sure, munchkin” Eddie agreed, not seeming suspicious at all. “Just take care on the way home later”.

Going back to the basement meant getting Mike alone - everyone else had gone home and he had to clean up the mess. You walked down the stairs normally, making sure he’d hear your footsteps, just so he wouldn’t be caught off guard.

“Nance?” he asked, sounding puzzled, before seeing you at the base of the staircase, his beautiful hands closing the box in which he’d put all the D&D stuff. “Oh, it’s you” he smiled. “Are you okay? Did you forget anything?”

“Well, actually, i didn’t really forget it, it’s something I’ve been thinking about all day…” you said, mischievous.

Mike looked at you quizzically, wanting your tone to be as naughty as he believed he’d heard.

“Can I-can I help you with that?” He stuttered, head lowered to look into your eyes as you approached him, your chest now nearly glued to his.

Michael Wheeler had fantasized about you pretty much since the first time he saw you - waiting for Eddie next to your scooter in the Hawkins High parking lot, looking like a model in your leather jacket, long hair and red lipstick. He’d get lost in his words when you two spoke, his palms sweating and his heart pounding.

“I’m pretty sure you know you can” you looked up at him maliciously. “Or did you think you were being discreet back there” you pointed towards the D&D table with your head, “Touching your knee to mine every five minutes?”

Mike audibly swallowed. He had been caught red handed.

“Y/n, I-“ he started, nervously. “It’s just… You’re so pretty, and I know you’re Eddie’s sister, so I could never…” he bit his lip, embarrassed. “You know, no matter how much I wanted to… And believe me, I really do…”

You pushed him lightly towards the basement’s couch, and he fell back seating on it. His eyes went wide as you sat on his lap, one leg to each side of his waist.

“Eddie told you to keep your hands off of me, didn’t he?” Mike gulped, nodding with eyes still wide open as you slowly unzipped and took off your leather jacket, setting it aside. The white top you were wearing underneath was tight fitting and had a very low cut - besides, you were visibly not wearing a bra. “Well, he didn’t say anything about me touching you, so…”

You put your arms around Mike’s neck, gently running your fingers through the hair on his nape, your naughty eyes staring at his plump reddish lips. He could barely breathe, but his throbbing erection involuntarily pressing up against your core spoke for him.

“Tell me to stop” you whispered before your lips lightly touched his - and needless to say, Mike never told you to stop. You kissed him chastely at first, but as he seemed to gain confidence, you soon asked for entrance in his mouth with your tongue, and that innocent kissing soon turned into a full make out.

Mike’s hands went straight to your breasts, fondling them hungrily as he moaned into the kiss. You felt an instant rush in between your thighs, your arousal nearly painful; but you still wanted to play the game on the hard level.

“No, no, no” you broke the kiss to whisper to him, as you gently held his wrists and put his hands back on his lap. “Hands off, lover boy, only I get to touch you.”

Mike sighed, feeling dizzy with lust. He had never gotten drunk, but that’s what he imagined being drunk would feel like.

You kissed him once again, softly biting his lower lip, your hands pulling him closer by the collar of his Hellfire t-shirt. Mike timidly moaned as you touched him, his body quivering, aching for more. Soon, your lips found their way to his neck, kissing it, biting it, driving him crazy.

“Could I give you a little love mark, baby?”

“S-sure, I’m yours, whatever you want” he moaned, enchanted by you.

You bit and sucked lightly on his neck, leaving a small purple bruise behind, gently kissing it to relieve the pain afterwards. Mike’s hands grabbed your ass harshly, squeezing it. You couldn’t help but moan at the touch, right on his ear, nibbling on his earlobe.

“Again with the hands, mister? That’s not very Prince Charming of you, I’m afraid. Do I have to tie up those hands to make you behave?” you had grabbed his neck lightly, eyes studying his expression.

“Do you… do you want to tie me up?” he asked, trying to conceal the excitement in his voice.

“I’d love to, can I?” as he nodded, you took off your belt and tied up his hands with it, making a firm knot to secure it.

“Will you… will you still let me please you, y/n?” he nearly begged, his body squirming for relief in those tight jeans. “I always dreamed of making you cum”, he confessed.

You chuckled. He was so adorable, ugh.

“Have you ever had a girl sit on your face before?” you asked softly.

“No, I-“ he said, feeling a bit shy. Mike wasn’t very experienced at all, but it’s not like he was going to admit that to you. “I don’t think so”

“Can I?” you gave him your naughtiest look.

“Sure, beautiful” he agreed, eyes hypnotized by the sight of your perky nipples nearly ripping through the thin fabric of your shirt.

You stood up and stripped for him, garment after garment falling on the floor as he watched, tied up hands trying to palm his own erection for relief. You were so beautiful, and somehow, even more beautiful naked. He sighed, lustful, his face flushed as you approached him again.

You positioned him on the couch and slowly lowered your hips to Mike’s face, carefully adjusting your clit to where his lips were. You held yourself on the couch, not putting your weight entirely on him.

He licked your entrance delightedly, your smell and your taste making his head spin. He flicked his tongue to your clit and earned himself a moan, only to repeat the movement and keep hearing your moans. Your pussy was soaking wet for him, and you couldn’t bring yourself to reprimand Mike when his hands, even tied as they were, reached up to finger you as his tongue kept working on your clit.

“I’m so wet for you, Mikey” you moaned, your hips swaying onto his face. “You drive me wild, I want to cum for you so bad”

Mike whimpered as he kept eating you out like you’d be his last meal, and if Eddie found out about what happened tonight, it would be.

As his fingers curled inside you and his tongue relentlessly massaged your sensitive clit, getting you to moan more and more, legs shaking uncontrollably, you came on his mouth. Mike licked you through your high, still in disbelief that such a pretty girl was wet for him, moaning at his touch, desiring him.

You got off of him and lowered your body once again, kissing him and tasting yourself on his drenched lips.

“You taste so good, princess” he praised, still out of breath.

“I bet you do too, love” you pulled him up so he’d be seating on the couch again. Your legs were still shaky from such an intense orgasm, your head feeling light and dizzy, but you couldn’t wait another moment to have him.

You bent at your waist, hands on his knees, giving Mike your most devilish kiss. He lowered his head, and you immediately knew what he wanted. Putting your naked breasts to his face, he took one of your nipples in between his lips and suckled on it hungrily. His dark eyes were low and seemed in ecstasy.

“Can I give you a-a love mark as well? I mean, here?” he bit the side of your breast gently.

“Sure you can, love” you replied, nearly moaning.

Mikey sucked and sucked onto your skin, leaving a purple bruise behind, before repeating the same step at a slightly different angle. When you looked down, he had left a heart shaped bruise on your chest.

“I swear you don’t even exist, baby boy, I made you up” you chuckled and nuzzled your face onto his neck before pulling up his T-shirt to remove it.

You could hear Mike pulling air in between his teeth as you kissed his chest and his belly, working your way towards the hem of his pants. You looked at him in an inquiring way, hands on the button and zipper of his dark jeans.

He nodded rapidly, and you lowered his pants and underwear to his ankles, eager to take him in your mouth.

“Hold my hair back, will you?” You asked, and even with his hands tied, Mike managed to do it.

Soon enough, you had taken most of his length in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down, your hands on his balls and perineum, gently massaging him. Mike’s eyes would squeeze shut and roll back in pleasure, his lips red from so much biting and kissing, faint moans escaping them.

“Princess” he said, his voice barely audible. “You’re so good… Can I cum in your mouth?”

You simply opened your mouth and kept jerking him off as a response. Mike’s knees were shaking (and would’ve buckled if he wasn’t sitting down) as he let out a louder, satisfied moan and released his warm seed into your mouth. You swallowed it immediately, in slight disbelief that even his cum tasted good.

“Did… did you swallow it?” He asked, amazed.

“Of course, silly” you stood back up and kissed his nose playfully. “You taste so good, how could I not?”

“Thank you” He smiled, embarrassed.

“How long have you felt like that?” You sat beside him on the couch, grabbing your clothes back from the floor. “You know, being attracted to me and stuff?”

“I, uhm…” his cheeks had turned pink. “Ever since I saw you that day on the parking lot, waiting for Eddie” he confessed. “Yelling at him for not doing the laundry” you both laughed.

“You caught my eye that day too” you admitted, head tilted to the side. “I just thought I wasn’t your type, you know? I’m quite different from the girls at Hawkins High.”

“You’re way prettier than all of them” he shrugged honestly. “And a lot funnier, more interesting, more intelligent…”

“Do you want to… Keep seeing each other like this?” You suggested, hand lightly caressing his after you untied him.

“Kinda like… dating in secret?” He inferred.

“Eddie would kill you if he found out, wouldn’t he?” You laughed, understanding his point.

“Absolutely”

[ramona-quinn]

🎪 The Amazing Digital Circus Agere Headcanons 🎪

Pomni

• Pomni's regressed age is 0-5.

• Ragatha is Pomni's caregiver.

• Pomni is very sweet when she's regressed.

• She regresses due to the new and wacky environment around her.

• She has a stuffed animal that Ragatha made for her.

• Pomni has her own little blanket fort in a corner of her room that she goes to whenever she needs to escape from Caine's adventures that he sets up.

Ragatha

• Ragatha is Pomni's caregiver.

• She sews up everything, from ripped up stuffed animals to baby blankets.

• She has a regression bag that she carries with her everywhere she goes, filled with anything that Pomni may need.

• She has the most gentle voice that keeps Pomni calm and safe. She also crouches down to Pomni's eye-level. She never raises her voice at her.

• She holds Pomni's hand or carries her on her hip.

• She calls Pomni “sweetie” and “little one”.

Gangle

• Gangle's regressed age is from 2-4.

• She is a vent regressor.

• Like Pomni, she has her own little safe space in her room whenever she needs to regress.

• She has a lot of stuffies that were given by Kinger. She carries one with her everywhere she goes along with a baby blanket.

• She hides behind Kinger when she gets scared.

• She loves drawing! She has a ton of art supplies and coloring books.

Kinger

• Kinger is Gangle's caregiver.

• He makes the comfiest pillow forts for anyone who regresses.

• Rules and routines are a must, but Kinger is not too strict.

• Kinger repairs Gangle’s comedy mask whenever it breaks.

• He has a lot of insect-themed regression items (stuffies, sippies, bottles, pacis, etc.).

• He throws the best royal tea parties!

• He calls Gangle royal-themed nicknames like “princess”.

Jax

• Jax is flip (babysitter lean).

• Jax is a big kid/middle regressor. His regressed age range is from 7-12.

• When he regresses, he is still mischievous. He will sometimes draw on walls and put Monster Energy in his cup.

• When he is a babysitter, he is still his mischievous self, but it’s toned down a little.

• He calls any regressor he babysits “kiddo” and “squirt”.

Zooble

• Zooble is a babysitter.

• They have a chill personality when they babysit Pomni or Gangle.

• They don’t have a lot of rules other than basic stuff like staying hydrated and going to bed on time.

• Their heart warms up when someone makes a drawing for them.

• Their nicknames when babysitting are “little guy” and “munchkin”.

Caine and Bubble

• Caine and Bubble are caregivers.

• Caine comes up with agere-related activities and adventures.

• Bubble makes the best meals and snacks.

• Caine is the king of dad jokes, which annoys Jax and Zooble a lot.

• Caine’s nickname for the regressors is “little superstar”.

[justallmyfantasies]

kissing santa claus

happy christmas, santa.

contains: dad!alex, smut! (just normal fucking i guess)

word count: 4.3k

MINORS DONT INTERACT!

you heard his keys jingle from the other side of the door, spiking you out of your frozen state. the door opened and the sudden breeze of coldness hit your skin, making you shiver slightly.

his bag hit the floor and his jacket on the rack, he walked up to you to then having olivia hugging his leg which stopped him from coming over to you.

alex chuckled as he looked down at olivia, who was now clinging onto his leg. he reached down and ruffled her messy braids gently.

"hey there, munchkin. you giving your mommy a hard time?" he asked with a smile, trying to untangle her grip.

olivia giggled wildly as she gripped onto his leg tighter, refusing to let go. she looked up at him with her big, brown eyes, a mischievous glimmer in them.

alex chuckled again, clearly amused by her antics. he bent down to her level, trying to negotiate with her. "come on, olivia. i need to say hi to your mommy too, you know."

olivia pouted up at him, her grip loosened slightly and she stood back. she knew she couldn't hold onto him forever. alex saw his opening and quickly stood up straight, carefully maneuvering around her to approach you, who was still standing by the window.

he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into a gentle hug from behind. he rested his chin on your shoulder, the prickling of his beard tickling you slightly. he sighed softly as he breathed in the familiar scent of your hair.

"hey." he said quietly, his voice warm and caring. "sorry i'm late. got caught up at the office."

you smiled at his touch, melting into his embrace. feeling his warmth against your back was comforting, bringing a sense of calmness within you. "it's okay." you replied, turning your head to look at him. "i knew you'd be late. it's christmas eve, after all."

he pulled away slightly, his hands resting on your hips. he looked at you with a guilty expression, his eyes full of sincere apology. “but i’m here now, yeah? all ready to put out some mince pies for santa, right olivia?”

olivia's eyes lit up at the mention of mince pies. she'd been talking about santa all week, asking for a new doll and new book. she ran up to the two of you, excitement written all over her face.

"yes!" she yelled, jumping up and down. "mince pies and milk for santa! we have to leave them right now! mommy!"

alex laughed, letting go of you for a moment to pick olivia up and placing her on his hip. the sight made your heart warm.

"alright, alright.” alex said to olivia, his tone fond and playful. "we'll make sure santa gets his mince pies. but you know the rules, we have to leave them just before you go to bed."

olivia pouted her lips, clearly unhappy with waiting as long but didn't protest. her mind was still fixated on the mince pies.

"don't give me that look.” alex said, tapping on her nose lightly. "santa won't get it until you're tucked in and asleep. otherwise, he's not coming."

olivia crossed her arms, trying to look upset but failing miserably. there was a hint of amusement in her eyes, clearly enjoying the banter.

alex chuckled at her reaction, knowing full well how good she was at pretending. “how about a nice warm bath and then we set out santa’s snacks? yeah?”

olivia nodded eagerly, her excitement growing again. "yes! bath! i want bubbles too, okay?"

alex nodded, setting her down on the floor. he gave her a slight nudge towards the bathroom.

"alright, go to the bathroom and we'll get everything ready for you.” he said, watching as she ran towards the bathroom, her braids bouncing with each step.

once olivia closed the bathroom door behind her, alex turned back to you, a smile on his face. he pulled you in close once again, wrapping his arms tightly around your waist. he leaned in and rested his forehead against yours, sighing softly. “should probably go sort her out.”

you chuckled, feeling his breath against your face. you ran a hand through his hair, slightly messy from work.

"yeah, you should.” you teased, leaning forward to place a gentle kiss on his cheek.

he hummed, relishing the feeling of your touch on him and the kiss on his cheek. he held you close for a moment longer, his hold on you strong and sure.

however, the sound of olivia's voice from the bathroom cut through the moment, reminding you both of your parenting duties. alex pulled away slightly, though his hands remained on your hips. he looked in the direction of the bathroom, then back at you, a hint of reluctance in his eyes.

"duty calls.” he said reluctantly, letting go of you. "i better go make sure she doesn't flood the bathroom."

you laughed, pushing him gently towards the bathroom. "yeah, go do that before she turns into a little fish."

alex chuckled, walking backwards towards the bathroom. he winked at you before disappearing through the door.

the sound of olivia's giggling and alex's laughing drifted out from the bathroom, echoing through the hallway. you smiled to yourself, the sounds bringing a sense of warmth and love to your heart.

after what felt like ages, olivia and alex emerged from the bathroom, both still giggling and laughing. olivia had her nightclothes on, her curls dripping with water.

alex was behind her, carrying a towel and drying her hair with it. he looked up and caught your eye, smiling as he continued to dry olivia's hair.

"mission accomplished.” he announced, looking down at olivia. "one clean and happy munchkin, ready for bed."

olivia was still giggling, clearly enjoying the attention from alex. she looked up at you with a big smile on her face, her eyes sparkling. "mommy, can we set out santa's snacks now?”

you chuckled at her eagerness, your heart melting at the sight of her excitement. “of course.” you replied, walking over to them. “let’s go into the kitchen and grab a plate of mince pies and a glass of milk for santa, alright?”

olivia nodded enthusiastically, her smile growing wider. alex placed a hand on her head, ruffling her curls as they followed you into the kitchen.

olivia climbed onto a stool at the kitchen counter, watching as you and alex started to prepare the plate and glass for santa. “a carrot too, mommy.”

you looked over at olivia, smiling at her request. "a carrot for the reindeer, right?" you asked, already knowing her answer.

alex was setting out the mince pies on a plate, a small smile on his face as he listened to your conversation.

"yes, mommy!" olivia replied, her voice filled with excitement.

alex looked over at you, a small smirk on his face. "i think we should give the reindeer a few more to share. can't have them going hungry, right?"

you chuckled, nodding in agreement. "definitely. better leave them with a nice big pile of carrots."

alex placed the last mince pie on the plate and turned to olivia, holding it out for her inspection. "what do you think? good enough for santa?"

olivia studied the plate closely, her eyes moving from the mince pies to the glass of milk, and then to the large carrot beside it.

she looked up at you two, a serious expression on her face. "perfect.” she declared, nodding her head in approval. "santa will definitely love it."

alex chuckled, ruffling her wet hair again. "looks like we're all set for santa's arrival then."

you carried the plate and glass of milk to the front door, placing them on a small table.

olivia's eyes widen at the sight, her excitement nearly palpable. "will santa be here soon?" she asked, her voice filled with wonder.

you looked over at her, a soft smile on your face. "santa will come when you're asleep.” you explained, gently stroking her hair.

as the night grew later, olivia had finally fallen asleep. her soft breathing filled the room, a clear sign that she was fast asleep. alex walked out of her bedroom, quietly closing the door behind him. he made his way over to where you were, a tired smile on his face.

"she's finally out.” he whispered, sitting down beside you on the couch. he let out a soft sigh, leaning back against the cushions. his fingers found yours, intertwining with them as he settled in next to you.

you smiled, relishing the feeling of his touch. you squeezed his hand gently, feeling a sense of comfort in his presence.

"she's so excited for christmas.” you said quietly, looking back at the closed door of olivia's bedroom. "i hope she won't wake up too early."

alex chuckled, his thumb tracing circles on your hand. “knowing her, she’ll be up at the crack of dawn. begging to open her presents.” he stood up. “right, i’ll go get the presents and then i’ll be yours, yeah?”

you nodded, a smile still on your face. "sounds perfect."

alex left the room, leaving you alone for a moment. you heard the sound of him rustling around in another room, gathering the presents that you had both bought for olivia.

after a few minutes, he returned to the living room, his arms full of presents. he placed them under the christmas tree, aligning them neatly next to each other. he took a step back, admiring the sight of the pile of presents, a satisfied smile on his face.

he turned to you, his smile widening. "perfect.” he said, walking back over to the couch and sitting down next to you once again. he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

you cuddled closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder. you could feel the warmth of his body against yours, his scent filling your senses. "good job, santa.” you teased.

alex laughed, his chest rumbling slightly against you. he gave your hip a gentle squeeze, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin. “hey, i don’t even get a thank you?”

you chuckled, lifting your head to look at him. “thank you, santa.”

he gave you a sly grin, pulling you even closer to him. he raised an eyebrow, a hint of mischief in his eyes. “no kiss?”

you playfully rolled your eyes, a smirk forming on your lips. "oh, santa wants a kiss now, does he?"

he chuckled, his hand moving up to caress your cheek. he leaned in, his lips hovering just above yours. “is that so wrong?” he asked, his voice low and tantalising.

you couldn't help but smile, your heart fluttering at his closeness. you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer. “not at all.” you whispered before pressing your lips against his.

alex responded eagerly, his arm around your waist pulling you onto his lap. his lips moved against yours, his kisses hungry and intense. he tangled his fingers in your hair, holding you in place as he deepened the kiss.

you let yourself melt into his embrace, your hands gripping his shoulders for support. his touch was gentle yet firm, igniting a fire within you that you couldn't ignore.

his tongue flicked against your lips, seeking entrance that you happily granted, opening your mouth to him with a soft moan.

he groaned low in his throat, his tongue slipping into your mouth, exploring every inch of you. his other hand moved down your back, his touch leaving a trail of heat wherever it went. he pulled you even closer, molding your body against his, his fingers digging into your hips.

the world around you faded away, your mind filled with nothing but him. his taste, his touch, his scent, everything about him consumed your senses.

his hands began to wander up your body, his fingers finding the hem of your top and slowly lifting it up, exposing your skin to his touch.

you gasped as his hands moved up your stomach and towards your breasts. his touch was feather-like, his fingers tracing the edge of your bra. his lips left yours, moving down to your neck, placing open-mouth kisses along the sensitive skin.

your breath hitched in your throat, your back arching slightly at the sensation. your fingers tangled in his hair, holding him close as he continued to kiss and nip at your flesh.

his hands continued to move, slowly unfastening the hooks on your bra, the fabric slipping from your body. he pulled back slightly, his gaze roaming over your exposed skin, a hungry look in his eyes.

he pushed you gently, laying you down on the couch. his body covered yours, his weight pressing against you in all the right ways. he looked down at you, his eyes dark with desire.

"look at you, mama. you're beautiful." he murmured, his breath warm against your skin. he bent down to place kisses along your collarbone, his lips soft and teasing.

you shivered under his touch, your body responding to his every movement. you closed your eyes, relishing in the feeling of his lips on your skin.

your hands roamed down his back, your fingers slipping under his shirt to touch his bare skin. you could feel the heat radiating off him, his muscles tense under your touch.

he let out a soft hiss as your fingers grazed his skin, his mouth freezing on your chest for a moment before continuing its trail downwards. he started to unbutton your jeans, his hands moving with a sense of urgency.

you lifted your hips, helping him push your jeans down your legs, leaving you in nothing but your panties. his gaze lingered on your body for a moment, taking in the sight of you spread out beneath him.

“red? i like it.”

you blushed under his intense stare, your heart racing in your chest. "it's christmas, i had to be festive." you teased, your voice sounding breathless even to your own ears.

he chuckled, his fingers tracing the edge of your panties, his touch light but electrifying. he leaned down to whisper in your ear, his voice low and sultry. “let me unwrap my present, yeah?”

your stomach flipped at his words, your heart beating faster than ever. you nodded, unable to find your voice. you watched as he moved down your body, his kisses getting lower and lower until his mouth was right above the edge of your panties.

he looked up at you, a wicked glint in his eyes. he took hold of your panties, slowly starting to pull them down your legs. he was moving excruciatingly slow, his eyes never leaving yours.

you bit your lip to muffle a noise that escaped your lips, your body already trembling with anticipation. his hands moved slowly, his touch leaving a trail of heat wherever it went.

finally, your panties were off, discarded somewhere on the floor. he was looming over you now, his eyes roving over your body once again. his hands trailed down to his belt, fumbling slightly with it.

you watched as he undid his belt, his fingers quick and skilled despite his haste. he pushed his jeans down his hips, kicking them off along with his socks. he was now only in his boxers, the outline of his arousal clearly visible. he moved back down to you, his body covering yours once again. his kisses were hungry now, his tongue delving deep into your mouth.

you wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him even closer, needing to feel more of him against you. his fingers tangled in your hair, pulling your head back and leaving your neck exposed. he began to kiss and bite at the sensitive skin, his tongue tracing patterns that made your breath catch in your throat.

you ran your hands down his back, your nails scraping against his skin. he moaned into your neck, his body pressing against you even tighter. you could feel his arousal growing, his body reacting to your touches.

he lifted his head, his eyes locking with yours. his voice was raspy, filled with desire. “gotta be quiet.”

you nodded, knowing fully well that you couldn't promise that. you were already struggling to keep yourself together, the intensity of your desire nearly overwhelming.

his lips found yours again, his tongue seeking entrance that you freely granted. his hips grinded against yours, the contact making you gasp into his mouth. he silenced you with a kiss, his hands roaming over your body, leaving trails of heat in their wake.

you hands went down to his boxers. running your hand over the evident bulge showing.

he groaned against your lips, his hips bucking slightly at your touch. he was getting impatient, the need for you growing stronger with every moment.

he rolled over, flipping you over so that you were straddling his lap. his hands settled on your hips, holding you in place. he looked up at you, his eyes hooded and hungry. "want you to ride me. is that alright?”

you nodded, unable to speak. you could feel his hardness beneath you, the thought alone making you wetter than you already were. after a few moments, the rest of his clothing was gone, joining the other pieces that were scattered on the floor.

you straddled his hips again, feeling his hardness against you, his eyes never leaving yours. his hands held onto your hips, guiding you as you positioned yourself just above him.

"slowly.” he whispered, his voice strained.

you nodded, your heart racing in your chest. you tried to keep your breathing steady, but it was proving difficult. you started to lower yourself down, taking him inside you inch by inch.

he groaned at the feeling of you surrounding him, his fingers digging into your hips. he looked up at you, his eyes dark with desire. "so good."

you stayed still for a moment, letting yourself adjust to the feeling of him filling you. but the urge to move was growing stronger by the second.

you slowly began to move, rolling your hips against him. the sensation was overwhelming, your body reacting to his presence within you. you tried to keep your sounds to a minimum, biting your lip to muffle the moans that threatened to escape.

alex’s hand cupped your face and his thumb lined across your lip seeking an entrance. you parted your lips, allowing his thumb inside, your tongue swirling around it. his eyes were fixed on your face, his gaze filled with an intensity that made your heart race.

he started to move his hips against yours, meeting your movements with equally strong thrusts. he was being surprisingly quiet, his breaths coming in short gasps as he tried to hold back his own moans.

you placed your hands on his chest, needing something to anchor you. you could feel the tension building within you, the sensations growing more and more intense.alex’s chest was rising and falling, his heart beating rapidly against your palm. the look in his eyes was wild, filled with a primal desire that mirrored your own.

your body was moving faster now, your hips grinding against his, seeking more friction, more contact. and he was giving it to you, his hands guiding your movements, his body responding to yours with equal passion.

your breaths came in shallow pants, your body feeling like it was on fire. you could feel the climax building within you, your muscles clenching in anticipation.

alex seemed to sense it as well, his movements growing even more intense, more urgent. he pulled you down to him, his mouth finding your neck, his teeth nipping at your skin.

"let go.” he whispered in your ear, his voice ragged and strained. "want to see you come apart, baby."

his words were all it took, your body shuddering as the orgasm washed over you. you bit down on your lip, trying to muffle the sounds that threatened to escape your lips.

he groaned as he felt you tighten around him, the sensation sending a shock wave through his body. he wasn’t far behind, his hips snapping up into you, his grip on your hips almost bruising as he found his own release.

you laid there for a few moments, basking in the afterglow, both of you trying to catch your breath. the room was quiet except for the sound of your combined breathing.

he ran his fingers through your hair, his touch gentle but affectionate. "you okay there, love?" he asked, his voice still a little hoarse.

you lifted your head, meeting his gaze. a small smile tugged at the corners of your lips, your body still feeling the effects of the intense pleasure. “yeah.” you murmured, your voice soft. "better than okay."

alex returned your smile, his eyes filled with affection. "good." he brought his hand up to your face, caressing your cheek. "merry christmas, baby."

you chuckled softly, feeling warm and happy. "merry christmas, al." you laid your head back down on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. you stayed like that for a few moments, wrapped in each other's arms, enjoying the peaceful silence of the night.

"should probably clean up and get to bed.” he mumbled, his voice still a bit rough.

you groaned softly, not wanting to move. "five more minutes." you said, burying your face against his chest.

he chuckled softly, his hand still playing with your hair. "five minutes?" he echoed, his voice fond.

you nodded, not lifting your head. you could feel your body relaxing, your eyelids growing heavy with tiredness. the exhaustion from the intense physical activity was starting to catch up with you.

he noticed your tiredness, his fingers gently rubbing circles on your back. "tired, aren't you, baby?" he murmured, his voice soft.

you nodded again, your body feeling heavy and weary. you couldn't fight the exhaustion any longer. "mmhm." you mumbled, your voice muffled against his chest.

he chuckled again, his chest vibrating against your cheek. "let's get you to bed then, hm?" he began to shift, gently maneuvering you off of him. he stood up, pulling you with him.

your legs felt wobbly, your body not quite cooperating. he steadied you, wrapping one arm around your waist.

"i gotcha.” he said, his voice still filled with warmth. he started leading you towards the bedroom.

you leaned against him, feeling thankful for his support. the walk to the bedroom felt like a mile, your legs barely cooperating.

once inside the room, he led you over to the bed and helped you sit down on the edge. “you get yourself all comfy and i’ll go clean the living room, okay?” he said, his voice soft.

you nodded, feeling too tired to speak. you watched as he made his way out of the room, shutting the door behind him. you flopped back on the bed, a tired sigh escaping your lips. your body felt a little sore but in all the right ways.

the sound of alex moving around in the living room could be heard faintly through the closed door. you closed your eyes, feeling the exhaustion take over.

before long, the sound of shuffling footsteps caught your attention once again. the door opened and alex walked in, his boxers back on.

he smiled at the sight of you lying on the bed, your eyes slowly fluttering open. "there you are." he said, coming over to the edge of the bed. he sat down beside you, his hand reaching out to caress your cheek. "you're completely wrecked, love."

you smiled sleepily, feeling completely spent. "totally worth it, though." you mumbled, your voice slurring a bit.

he chuckled, his hand moving to run through your hair. "oh, it definitely was." he looked at you for a moment, his eyes taking in your disheveled state. "don't suppose you have the strength to put on some pajamas?"

you groaned softly, feeling your eyelids drooping. "too tired, too comfy." you mumbled, snuggling deeper into the blankets.

he chuckled again, his hand moving down to your shoulder. "i figured as much." he said, giving it a small squeeze. “alright, i'll let you have this one. but you're gonna have to put something on come morning." he teased, his tone playful.

you made a small sound of protest but deep down, you knew he was right. you were too exhausted to care right now. you burrowed deeper under the blankets, your eyes slowly closing as sleep beckoned.

he watched you for a few moments, a small smile on his face. he knew how tired you were, and that there was no point in trying to argue with you right now.

he stood up from the bed and walked over to the other side, lifting the covers and sliding in beside you. you felt the bed dip as he climbed under the covers. his body immediately wrapped around you, his arms pulling you against him.

he tucked your head under his chin, your bodies fitting together like two puzzle pieces. his hand began to draw lazy circles on your back, the repetitive motion soothing you even further.

you sighed, your body relaxing even further in his embrace. the comforting weight of his arm over you and the steady rhythm of his breathing lulled you into a state of complete contentment.

a/n: merry christmas everyone! this is my gift to all of you and i hope you like it as much as i do. ♥️

[littlebouncybunnie]

CAN I HAVE A CAREGIVER FORD HEADCANNONS PEASEEEEE

-🍄

Absolutely, Friend :3

Caregiver Ford Pines Headcanons

The most he'll let you see are fairies, gnomes, and occasionally unicorns (from a distance because he doesn't get along with them)

He doesn't take his kiddo on monster hunts, but he will take you on a walk in the woods with him to look for bugs, birds, or plants. If you're not into any of those, then maybe he just takes outside on a walk with him, but you gotta hold his hand so you don't get lost

He strikes me as the kind of Caregiver to water down your juice so you take in more water and a little less sugar (boooo /j)

He keeps a cabinet full of just stuff for you, like sippy cups, pacifiers, blankets, toys, movies, etc. The same day he found out you were a regressor, he did his research, and went out and bought a bunch if stuff just for you because he wanted you to be comfortable

He absolutely holds you in his lap if he's working and can't play at the moment. He'll just work around you

Unfortunately you're not allowed in the lab in the basement, it's too dangerous. He tries his best to stay upstairs with you, but if he has to, he'll get Stan to babysit for an hour or two, but he comes back as soon as he can (don't worry, Stan adores you)

With anyone else he's insecure about his hands, but you get the special privilege of being allowed to play with his fingers as long as you're gentle

He lets you wear his trench coat :3

He reads out loud to you! Whatever book you want, he'll read to you. He starts off not doing the voices at first, but the more he reads, the more he gets into it and he starts getting into character

He will make sure you eat breakfast, lunch, and dinner. He may even feed you himself, depending on how young you are

He'll prepare snacks for you :) He'll cut up bananas, strawberries, apple slices, etc. Most of your snacks are fruits or vegetables, it's usually Stan that sneaks you sweets

You get lots of cheek and forehead kisses, he's very affectionate

He sits with you until you fall asleep, then he'll turn on your night light <3

With how extra he made the Journals, he's definitely an arts and crafts person. This applies not only to doing arts and crafts with you, but he also hand sewed a plushy just for you that matches your favorite creature out of his journal

You get nicknames like munchkin, gremlin, troll (if you're a mischievous kiddo), prince/ princess, or sweetheart

He carries you around on his hip if you're young enough, but if you're a toddler/ middle regressor, he'll hold your hand

He absolutely will play pretend with you. With how much he got into DD&MD he definitely has a wonderful imagination and he'll make the game fun no matter what. He always gets into character

If you're having a rough day, he'll sit and rock you in his lap, speaking quietly and gently until you're feeling better or fallen asleep

For Neurodivergent or easily overstimulated kiddos, he's almost always got headphones and a fidget toy on hand. He's always prepared <3

[mimiriko]

hii would you do green and nanami?

writing game | of course anon!! hope you like it 🌟 dad!nanami stays on the brain i fear

warnings: reader is called mama

“Kento?” You call from the front door, placing a hand on the wall to steady yourself as you take your shoes off. Your feet ache, the once throbbing pain reduced to a dull pulse. The complain sits tight on the edge of your tongue, but it never leaves.

Its Friday. The day before the weekend, the promise of spending time with your two boys floating in the air.

Strangely, you’re met with nothing. No strong hands to wrap you in a hug, no bundle of pink scurrying around your legs. It’s quiet.

Until you hear distant sizzle, followed by a gasp.

You don’t even think to set your bag down, you’re already walking to the source of noise. What could make Yuuji forget the time you come home? Nanami too?

You step into the kitchen and-

Oh.

Nanami and Yuuji stand by the stove, watching some sort of meat cook—you can’t tell, they’re both blocking your view. Not that it matters. Not when you notice two green straps tied behind their backs, aprons. Matching aprons. Your heart sings in your rib cage.

Yuuji attentively listens to the instructions Nanami tells him, carefully handing him a bowl and receiving a pat on the head in return. From the side, you can see his cheeks puff, a telltale sign that he’s smiling.

You were grumbling about something before—what was it?

“Mama!”

A small body crashes into your legs before you know it, and you happily reach down to pick up a squealing Yuuji in your arms, peppering kisses to his chubby cheeks. “Hello—” kiss “my little—” kiss “munchkin!” You give a final fat kiss to his forehead before walking to Nanami. “What are you boys up to?”

Your husband’s honeyed voice washes over you as he places a sweet kiss on your lips in greeting. “Making dinner. Your favorite,” he huffs fondly, “it was supposed to be a surprise, right Yuuji?”

You can feel him nod as he squishes his cheek in your neck. “Thank you baby,” you reach down to kiss his stomach, and he dissolves into a fit of giggles. “Are the aprons part of the surprise too?”

Nanami averts his eyes to the stove, an air of quiet embarrassment around him. He can be a painfully open book sometimes. But you think no one else can see it but you.

He clears his throat. “Yes.”

You grin mischievously, leaning forward to whisper in his ear. “Wear it more often. You look good in green.”

You part quickly before he can say anything, and head to Yuuji’s room. “Let’s go put you into some pajamas, you little monkey,” you say in between tickling him. His shrieks bounce off of the walls of your little home, and you smile in return.

The next day, you cook breakfast with your own green apron tight around your waist.

[kifkay]

Winx & Specialists versus Families

’cause blood families are difficult and messy, and what are friends for if not to listen to you bitch about your mom so. here are all the different ways the Team supports each other:

bloom’s gut instinct is ALWAYS to run away to Earth and curl in her adopted parents’ arms.

gradually, she infects her friends with the same sentiment. it’s just- whoever comes to pick up Bloom from her monthly freak out, Mike and Vanessa always insist on joining them for dinner! and they’re gentle and patient, and genuinely ask you questions! and really listen when you answer!!! or if you don’t want to talk, they let you loiter in their home indefinitely and let you help them out at work

the team becomes enamoured with bloom’s parents and M & V’s house becomes a sort of safe reprieve for all of them. a warm place, where you will never be turned away from.

(eventually, Mike and Vanessa also become the designated Trusted Grandparents, who can always watch the kids. it’s a little confusing for the pair who remember adopting just one disaster child — but they’re only the happier to get to care for other adorable, mischievous munchkins.)

///

Riven is ready and willing to yell at any of your shitty relatives, no charge.

it all starts when Riven accidentally stumbles into attending Rose Day dinner with Timmy’s family, back in their first year. the two specialists were not particularly close - they barely knew each other then. Riven stuffs himself with food and watches with irritated discomfort as Timmy’s parents dig into him for all the ways he had “made himself a failure”.

Riven is even more irritated when Timmy shows no sign of trying to stand up for himself.

It ends up with Riven “accidentally” pushing Timmy’s dad’s face into a bowl of mashed potatoes and leaving their house, kicking and screaming, about how lucky they are to have Timmy visiting their shitty abode. that the young man is more successful, kind and brave than both of them will ever be — and Timmy had just started his career in the Red Fountain.

(Timmy is immediately smitten)

since then, Riven had: accompanied Tecna to her talks/negotiations with her negligent creators; acted as an emotional support bodyguard for Sky, when the latter went to confront his father about Domino; face-timed Flora’s mom to talk about boundaries (on Flora AND her sisters’ behalf); and managed the combined might of Aisha and Nabu’s distant relatives on their wedding.

///

Helia, Brandon, Flora and Stella take care of their friends in subtler ways.

They sit with them for hours on end - just listening to their sorrows and grieving with them.

Helia, Brandon and Flora are all deeply empathetic, perceptive people - they’re always itching to land a hand.

Stella is less perceptive, but she trains her eyes to notice red flags and swoop in with “an assist.”

Flora is not the best with words, so she mostly listens to her friend talk and comes up with ways to make their lives a bit easier. doing menial housework for them, cooking, etc.

Stella is very aggressively on your side, always. she takes you out for self care day in Magix, gets you to smash plates over the kitchen counter and respects your emotions.

Brandon usually goes for distractions. be it training, shopping trips or adventures.

Helia tries to guide you through the process.

[jinxxedmisery]

God... WHY!? (NSFW)

Headcanons plus a short fic.

Warnings: NSFW content.. this is literally a scenario about Gojo being a goofball during the deed...

Anywho... enjoy...Hope you like dead memes and cringe... (I hate myself for writing this... This should be a war crime)

Generally Gojo enjoys bringing humor into the bedroom, he really loves seeing you laugh.

But sometimes... He can get so fucking annoying.

As you lay on your back, hands pinned down to the bed, Gojo on top of you, thrusting into you in just the right way to make you scream...

A song you know all too well comes on... He's played it during sex so often. After that damned reddit r/AITA post he will not stop.

You've begged him to delete it from your Spotify playlist, but he never did.

Nasty little shit likes to see you go from whining about wanting him deeper to whining wanting him to stop acting like an idiot

Ofc.. He likes calling you really stupid pet names as well.. in and out of the bedroom..

And you better believe he thrusts with the rhythm of the song playing.. not the beat... Like a psychopath.

"Satoru....." you whine. A smirk appears on his lips as he continues the eratic thrust pattern.

"Hmmm? what is it munchkin?" He says with a mischievous glint in his eyes. You roll your eyes

"Please... for fuck sake turn that shit off... and wait... 'Munchkin' did you just call me 'Munchkin'?" You resist the urge to push him off of you and onto the floor

"Aww does my little boo thang not like what I call them?" You narrow your eyes at him

"Do you want me to shrivel up and die down there?" He rests his head on your shoulder and you feel him grin against your skin, you gulp in response fearing what would come next.

"Oh pookiebear~ You'll be okay won't you? You still want my girthy meat stick right?" he whispers in your ear, you hate to admit it but it could almost be hot... If he weren't whispering the most deranged shit into your ears. "You love it when my hotdog is inside your moist cavern don't you?"He whispers making you cringe. "And when my hands move to touch your sensitive nubbins" He says, moving his hand over to your chest, teasing your nipples. "How about I purple your nurple, would you like that my candybear.. the jelly to my peanut butter~"

"Satoru.... I hate you so much right now" You complain, He evidently takes pleasure in your cringing as he chuckles leaning in to kiss you. His thrusts once again moving to a pleasurable rhythm. No matter how much you groan and act like you hated him for it, you still truly love him. And that included all of his bedroom antics. In fact, you appreciate it sometimes, he always knows how to make you laugh and well today was indeed one of those days.

Just as you were soaking in the serious affection he was finally giving you after his goofiness.

Two Trucks came on. And he began bobbing his head and syncing his thrusts to the music. You scream in exasperation. "SATORU GOJO I SWEAR TO SHIT I'M NEVER LETTING YOU TOUCH SPOTIFY EVER AGAIN!!!"

He slept on the couch that night.. As he should.

[crazyunsexycool]

Val!!

The more I read about honey bee, the more excited I am to read her story!

Since Lotti can see the future, she’s the probably the first to know many things about bee. Can you just imagine everyone at the compound trying to bribe her some way into revealing anything about the little Rogers on the way?!!

Lottie would have a blast taking bribes but she wouldn’t say anything important.

Tell me something…

Warning: talks of baby, gender, pregnancy.

Nat:

“Hey Lots of Love.” Nat called out to Lottie as she walked past a common room. “C’mere a sec.”

“Hi auntie Nat.”

“Hi, Lots.” Nat smiles sweetly at her. “I have a question.” Nat says as Bucky, Sam, Clint, Wanda and Vision all sit around and listen. “Do you know what Steve and Y/N are having?”

Lottie gives her a cheeky smile and nods. “I see it.”

“Will you tell me?”

Lottie purses her lips and tilts her head as she thinks it over.

“I’ll get you new headbands and bows.”

“Ok.” Lottie says and waves for Nat to come over.

Nat keeps a neutral expression as Lottie whispers in her ear. “A baby.” Lottie pulls back and gives Nat a mischievous grin before skipping away.

“What did she say?” Sam asks.

“I’m not telling.” Nat would never admit to being bested by a kid.

****

Sam:

“Hey Sugar cube.” Sam calls Lottie.

“Hi uncle Sammy.”

“I need to know something about Baby Rogers.” Sam says. “Who is Baby Rogers going to look like?”

“I can’t say anything.”

“I’ll buy you more arts and crafts supplies.”

Lottie thinks it over for a moment. “You buy me slime stuff?”

“Whatever you want.”

“Ok.” Lottie says and leans in, cupping her mouth with her hands. “She wooks wike her parents.” Then leaves with a smile on her face. Leaving Sam frustrated.

****

Wanda:

“You can’t use your magic auntie Wanda.” Lottie says as Wanda walks up behind her.

“Who says I was going to, munchkin?”

Lottie turns around to face her aunt. A look on her face that said ‘really?’. “I see it, duh.”

“Fine my very smart and lovely munchkin.” Wanda walks around the couch and sits next to Lottie, pulling her in to her side. “Do know what Bee says first?”

Lottie puts a hand over her mouth as if to let Wanda know she won’t tell her.

“Would you tell me if I promise to buy you a new dress?”

Lottie nods again, a small mischievous smile on her face. “She says a word.” Lottie hops off the couch laughing hard at Wanda’s pouty expression.

****

For weeks everyone on the team kept asking Lottie questions. Every single time she gave vague answers. Somehow she managed to get a bunch of new toys, clothes, arts supplies, candies and more. It was hilarious to watch the adults get frustrated. Eventually they all sat Lottie down to get to the bottom of the mystery.

“Lottie why haven’t you given us real answers?” Sam asks, he’s spent the most money since he wanted to get more information before Bucky.

“You no ask weal questions.”

“What do you mean we haven’t asked real questions?”

With a roll of her eyes and a smirk Lottie says, “Mama says you habe to be pacific if you want a good answuh.”

“Specific, sweet Angel.”

“Yeah, that.” Lottie nods.

“Fine,” Bucky sits up straighter. “Who will be Baby Roger’s favorite uncle, me or Sam?”

“What do I get?”

“What do you want?” Bucky asks without hesitation.

“I want you an mama to have anothuh baby.”

“Ok.”

“No way.” Both you and Bucky say at the same time. Your head whips around to look at him. “Peanut is barely a year old we aren’t having another baby yet.”

“But we will at some point. That counts right, Doll?”

“Nope.” Lottie says while getting up. “I no gibe more answers.” She says before leaving.

****

Honey is resting on the couch, a book in one hand and a drink in the other. She has her back against Steve’s chest as he also reads while a hand rests on Honey’s baby bump. The front door opens and Lottie runs into the living room. She’s giggling as she makes her way over to the couple.

“Hi, sweetheart. What have you been up to?” Steve asks, setting his book aside.

“Everyone was asking questions.”

“And?” Honey asks, her interest peaked.

“I no say anything. Uncle Sammy and daddy wanna know the most stuff”

“Good job sweetheart.” Steve chuckles.

Lottie looks up at Honey and then her belly.

“Go ahead.”

“Hi baby Bee.” Lottie places a hand over Honey’s belly. “Everyone wants to meet you alweady but I’ll be your bestest friend.”

She gasps when she gets a little kick as a reply.

[sunnyrealist]

Chapter 48: Be Vulnerable with Me

The Sun, the Moon, and All Our Stars

Summary and Details…

Previous Chapter Recap/Context: Sebastian and Kate have decided to move in and officially begin their life together. He checked out of the inn where he had been staying for the final time and packed his belongings into a trunk. In this chapter, the two of them unpack, and Sebastian tells Kate all about his family as they view old portraits.

Pairing: 25-year-old, post-Azkaban Sebastian Sallow x 24-year-old Kate Mayflower (my OC), the assistant librarian at Hogwarts

Content warnings: In general, this is rated 18+, so minors should not read or interact with this story. This chapter doesn't have any smut, but there is a discussion about using an excessive amount of potions to sleep/escape trauma and recounting memories of lost loved ones.

Art credits: @hogwartslegacypics provided the screenshot in the background, and @giselsann-opencommissions perfectly depicted these mischievous little munchkins. Giselle is an absolute pleasure to work with and has provided all of the drawings for the story. I cannot recommend her enough if you're looking to commission some art!

The full chapter is available below the cut; it can also be found on AO3 (link is posted below). Please leave some feedback if possible, especially if you like what you read! 🥰

Chapter 48: Be Vulnerable with Me

It’s well past lunch time, and Kate hurriedly puts together a lunch of roast turkey sandwiches with crunchy carrots and cucumbers on the side. At the table, Sebastian absolutely wolfs it all down, and she has to put together an additional serving for him.

“Tomorrow, we’ll go to Feldcroft, yes?” Kate asks. “We’ll visit the cemetery, and perhaps you can show me where you lived.”

A sensation of panic erupts inside of him. “I don’t think we should actually go into Feldcroft. I… I’m not sure that the villagers will be friendly to me. Surely, they all know what happened to my uncle.” He imagines apparating there, watching anxiously as Feldcroft’s inhabitants begin to whisper to each other warily, close their doors quickly, perhaps even summon a local Auror out of fear. His heart couldn’t take it. “We should just visit the cemetery. It’s far enough outside of town that we shouldn’t encounter others. I don’t want to… cause a commotion or involve you in a difficult situation.”

Kate studies him and accepts his suggestion. “I guess we’ll avoid the Floo network and apparate, then.” 

The next few minutes pass in comfortable silence as they finish their meals. 

“Let me take care of the clean-up,” Sebastian offers, standing and gathering the plates.

“Thanks, dear. In that case, I’ll just be outside with the laundry.”

When Kate eventually returns, she finds Sebastian on the loveseat, engrossed in one of the books she had nicked for him from the Hogwarts library. Flicking her wrist to magically turn on the gramophone, she and Sebastian both smile as soft music begins to play. She continues on her way to the bedroom to fold the clothes and put them all away. 

“I’ll help you in a little while. I just want to finish this chapter,” he calls out.

Several minutes later, Sebastian enters the room and finds Kate a bit flustered. It was simple to put her laundry away, but she doesn’t know where to put any of his garments. Together, they conduct a magical extension charm to construct a closet, and Kate transfigures two wooden bowls into doors. He comes to a happy realization - this spell isn’t one that can be taken back, and she hadn’t had any second thoughts about creating the space for him.

Sebastian levitates his trunk into the bedroom, and little by little, everything gets placed in his brand-new closet. Some of his clothing has seen significant wear and tear, and Kate makes a mental note to try to mend some of the items when he is at work next week. 

Though he had previously warned Kate that he didn’t have much, she is still surprised to see that it was not necessary for Sebastian to magically extend it. The bulk of its contents were clothing; the rest, now, are miscellaneous items like his broom, razor, toiletries, a case filled with various potions, several dragonhide-bound journals, a quill and ink pot, and some old photographs, which Kate requests to view later. 

In the bathroom, Kate organizes the potions, adding them to her own store, organized by type. Some are new additions to her potions cabinet: his contraceptive potion, an invigoration draught, and a few antidotes for poisons and ailments. Kate is familiar with but has never seen such a large quantity of Wiggenweld potions, sleeping draughts, and Dreamless Sleep potions. She eyes them curiously as Sebastian enters the room. 

He immediately stiffens upon noticing what is left in his potions case and tries to distract her. “What shall we do for dinner tonight?”

“I’ll decide later,” she answers quickly, then studies his face as she asks, “Sebastian… do you typically not sleep well?”

The chestnut-haired man hesitates, not wanting to admit the truth - that he uses the potions as a crutch to avoid being plagued by insomnia, nightmares, and the phantoms of his past. “Well…”

“We’ve been sleeping together for almost a full week now, and I’ve never noticed you having any difficulties, so why do you have all of these draughts?” His eyes dart around, avoiding her gaze. “Seb… I need to know these things. We’re going to live together now. Someday, we’ll be married.” She takes his hand. “Please tell me. It’s alright. You can be vulnerable with me.”

Sebastian sighs in resignation. “You’re right... I should be honest with you. It’s just… difficult to talk about.” He takes a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. “I struggle to sleep. I have frequent nightmares and night terrors. When I’m alone with my thoughts and can’t fall asleep, I can’t help but relive the past - all of my mistakes, what I experienced in Azkaban, what I’ve had to do for the Kelpies… It’s so hard to manage it all. The draughts are my way of… well, avoiding further misery. I… In truth, I- I rely on them heavily.”

Nodding solemnly, she considers her words carefully. “Anyone in your place might struggle, love. You and I… together, we are going to get you some help from a Mind Healer. Using sleeping potions so often isn’t…” She trails off, unsure of how to say what she means without offending him.

“I know it isn’t healthy,” he admits quietly. “But other than sleeping with you lately, nothing else works. At least my sleep is undisturbed when I take them. I have to be able to function during the day…” He runs a hand through his hair, clearly distressed and starting to panic. His voice becomes shaky, his words spilling out quickly. “Look, K- Kate… I- I understand if you think it’s t- too much to deal with. You don’t have to stay with me - you don’t-”

“Seb, sweetheart - no.” Kate brings his hand to her chest, slipping it under her blouse and placing it over her heart. “Do you feel that - my heartbeat?”

He nods shakily as his fingers tremble. He closes his eyes for a moment, focusing on the steady rhythm of her heartbeat and the warmth of her skin.

Kate gazes into his eyes, speaking calmly and seriously. “My heart beats… for you, Sebastian. I’m here to stay. It’s not too much for me, I promise. We will get help for you. I just need you to be open to the help.”

Sebastian’s shoulders slowly start to relax, but his hand remains over her heart. “I’ll try,” he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. “I’ll t- try to be open to help. For you. For us. I don’t want to keep living like this. I… really do want to get better.” 

She reaches up to caress his cheek. 

There is a glimmer of hope in his eyes. “Being with you… already makes me feel safer, more at peace than I’ve felt in the past decade.” He inhales and exhales slowly as a calming mechanism. “I- I’ll do whatever it takes to get better.”

“I believe you. Just remember, I’m not going anywhere. You can tell me anything.”

The two of them return to the bedroom and finally move the trunk, still containing various miscellaneous items, inside the closet.

“Now, can you show me those pictures?” Kate asks eagerly, grinning. She settles herself on the bed, sitting up and clutching a pillow against her abdomen. 

“Sure,” he replies, opening the trunk once more to fish out the photographs. He holds them close to his chest, as though they are precious and fragile. Before revealing them to her, he explains, “When I got out of Azkaban, I accessed my parents’ old vault in Gringotts. There wasn’t much there - certainly no money or valuables. Just a few mementos that Solomon couldn’t sell. I found these portraits and some journals that had my parents’ research.” He lays the pictures on the bed upside down, and then goes back into the trunk to retrieve some of the books, also placing them on the bed.

“What exactly did they research?”

Sebastian smiles, exhaling through his nose as he sits down next to his girlfriend. “Just about everything. They were experts in their fields. My da taught Magical Theory at Hogwarts, and my mum taught Defense Against the Dark Arts. They both researched heavily - especially during summers. Before they died, my mum was studying…” He grabs one of the blue notebooks, opening it and flipping through the pages. “Well, her work is quite varied. Healing Muggle children from werewolf attacks, non-traditional teaching methods for nonverbal offensive and defensive spells, and… erm… the Unforgivable curses.” He pauses, clearing his throat. His Adam’s apple bobs.

“So… your mum was also interested in the Dark Arts,” Kate notes.

“It was her job,” Sebastian quickly responds. “She had to know all about them. She… She and my da… they didn’t look at Dark magic as completely bad… just as regular magic is not always completely good.”

Kate nods, feeling as though she’s put him on defense. She tries to make up for it. “I suppose that is true.”

“My da traveled often for his research. He actually… believe it or not, studied reincarnation at one point in India. In fact…” Sebastian’s eyes narrow. “I should read his journals again, now that we know about our past lives. Perhaps I could pick up his research where he left off…” He trails off, looking thoughtful and determined, before continuing on. “My mum and da teamed up at times, too. They focused a lot on defensive magical theory and trying to find an engaging way to teach it to students. They also spent a good deal of effort… researching love as a form of magic in its purest form.” He smiles. “You know… they were… honestly, madly in love.”

Sebastian reaches over to the photographs and flips the first one over. Kate grins, her eyes scanning over every little detail. It’s clearly a portrait of his parents on their wedding day. Sebastian is the spitting image of his mother, who appears to have lots of freckles and soft curls. Her wedding gown is fashionable for the era; she wears a veil and carries a simple bouquet of roses and baby’s breath. His father has dark hair with a mustache and beard, and he holds and gazes at his wife in complete adoration. They look so cheerful.

“I remember how they would read together at night, holding hands,” Sebastian murmurs. “They’d whisper sweet words to each other, and much to my dismay as a young lad, they would kiss often. They supported each other fervently, and they loved working together. Our house in Aranshire was filled with books, and the cellar was their official workspace. Anne and I were told that if they were in the cellar, they were not to be disturbed unless there was an emergency.”

Kate reaches out to touch Sebastian’s hand. “That’s so sweet. How did they meet?”

“At Hogwarts,” Sebastian answers with a grin. “They were academic rivals. My mum was in Ravenclaw, and my da was in Slytherin. They had classes together over the years, and they were always competing for top marks. Supposedly, it all changed when they were assigned to work on a yearlong project in Potions class their seventh year, and they realized how similar they actually were and became friends… and then, it turned into love. When they graduated, they got married straight away. Anne and I didn’t come along until quite some time later.”

“Do you think their Potions professor put them together as partners on purpose?” Kate giggles. “I feel like I would do something like that if I was a teacher… just to see what happens. The drama. But I can’t imagine Professor Sharp, for example, ever doing such a thing…”

Sebastian laughs at the thought. “No way would Sharp do that.”

“What was your mum’s name?” Kate asks.

“She was Selina Ware,” he replies. “She had a brother, but he died in his twenties in a work accident, so I never met him. The entire Ware family line - they all passed away before I was born. That’s why Anne and I were forced to live with Solomon, my da’s brother.” He looks into the distance, stony-faced.

“Hey. Let’s focus on the good.” Kate squeezes his hand. “Leave your uncle out of it. Don’t let the bastard weasel into your happy memories. I’ve heard enough about him to know I would have hated him.” 

Sebastian laughs out loud, surprised by her reaction, and he leans over to kiss her cheek. “You have no idea how much I love you.” 

The next picture is one of Anne and Sebastian as young children, likely around seven years old. Kate grins in delight as she sees their coordinated sailor-type outfits. Both of them look incredibly mischievous - Anne more so than her brother. She has a cheeky smile on her face and a slingshot in hand. Sebastian carries a book - no surprise there.

“Oh gods, you were adorable!” Kate coos. “Look - you were missing a tooth! And your hair was so curly…”

Sebastian huffs out a laugh. “Yeah, my mum could never get my hair to behave. It was always out of control. Honestly, my hair’s always been like that. Now, I just keep it shorter, and it seems to be more manageable that way.”

Kate looks even closer at the photograph, examining the setting. “Where was this taken?”

“In front of our house in Aranshire,” Sebastian answers. 

“Seb… If our children are even half as cute as you were, I’ll never be able to say no to them,” Kate murmurs. “And Anne - what a beauty! And how interesting - her hair doesn’t look curly at all…”

“She took after our da,” Sebastian explains. “My mum never had a problem putting her hair into braids or other styles. It was always my hair that was the issue.”

“Did they put you and Anne in matching outfits all the time?” 

“No. They wanted us to have our own identities outside of being twins,” he says fondly. “We only matched when we were really young, when there was an occasion for it, like posing for a photograph.”

When they view the final portrait, Sebastian puts his arm around Kate. This is a family portrait, and Mr. and Mrs. Sallow appear to be more than a decade older than in their wedding photo. His mum wears her hair pulled back with a hat, and her outfit consists of a jacket, white blouse, and a matching skirt. Sebastian’s father wears a formal suit with many pieces. They stand behind the twins with their hands on their shoulders. Sebastian is wearing a collared shirt with a bow tie, suspenders, and breeches with tall stockings. He is grinning from ear to ear, showing all of his teeth. Anne is wearing a floral dress that flows just past her knees with a bow in her hair.

“How old were you here?” Kate queries, her focus fixed on all of the little details.

“Around ten years old. I remember this was taken shortly before they passed,” Sebastian recounts. “I remember that our parents were so excited for us to get our Hogwarts letters. It was practically all Anne and I ever wanted to discuss. They knew we were going to do so well in school.” His eyes soften. “Since they were professors, they were aware of the curriculum and had us read some of our textbooks in advance so that we could get as much out of our education as possible. I devoured those books - so did Anne. In fact, we sometimes fought over the textbooks. We also knew our way around Hogwarts because our parents would bring us there once in a while during summer.” 

After some time, Kate murmurs, “What a tragedy that such brilliant minds could be snuffed out by a gas leak from a lamp.”

“Yes,” he replies softly. “A silent killer. I… I wish there was something I could have done, but it was too late when Anne and I found them. If… If I had been close by, I might have heard it go silent…” He stops talking for a while, attempting to put aside his typical, go-to negative and unproductive thoughts. Focus on the good. “I… I guess for me, it’s a reminder that nothing is promised. We have to treasure all of the time we are given with our loved ones. And, Merlin, we spent so many happy years together in Aranshire. I miss them so much. All of them.” 

Kate pulls Sebastian close, kissing his hair. 

A sense of warmth and contentment fills Sebastian’s soul as she continues to study the photographs in depth. It’s been a long time since he allowed himself to really reminisce about family - at least, the positive aspects of his childhood. Seeing Kate so engaged and wanting to learn as much as she can about his mum, da, and Anne, a newfound appreciation grows within him. He relishes the moment, nuzzling into her chest as they bask in the comfort of each other’s presence. There is a profound tranquility in their connection - a sense of being understood and accepted completely. He knows their road ahead may not be easy, but he is more sure than ever before that they can overcome anything as long as they stand together.

“Do you… think they would have liked me?” Kate wonders quietly. “Or might they have envisioned someone very different for you?”

Sebastian considers her question for a moment and shifts, sitting up. “They would have loved you, Kate. You embody so many of the qualities my family valued deeply - intelligence, loyalty, an open mind… And your ability to see the best in me is… well, something truly special. They would have recognized your kindness and the way you uplift me. So… yes, I genuinely believe they would have approved of you wholeheartedly.”

Kate doesn’t respond right away, feeling a bit emotional. “I wish I could have known them.”

“I know,” he replies. “I wish you could have known them, too. They would have adored your joyful spirit and your warmth. But maybe… Maybe, in a way, they know you now. Every time we share memories and make new ones, perhaps they are with us.”

A tear slips out of Kate’s eye, despite her attempt to blink it away. “That’s… the best way to think of them, Seb. I’m sure you are right.” She finally places the portraits on the bed beside her. “We should frame these. They should be displayed in our home.”

“You’re right,” he murmurs. “They should be cherished, not locked away in my trunk.”

Kate’s eyes light up with an idea. “Let me pick out frames next week.” She looks into the depths of his eyes. “I know I will never really meet them, but it’s important to me that your family has a place here, too.”

Sebastian’s eyes are locked on her, a mixture of awe and gratitude in his expression. “Thank you, Kate. I… can’t fully put it into words, but it means the world to me that you care so deeply about honoring my family’s memory.” He places a soft kiss on her forehead.

“And we can add our own portraits someday,” she adds. “Did you know that a photographer just opened a shop in Hogsmeade?”

“I wasn’t aware of that,” he replies, his interest piqued. “Did you… have something in mind?”

Kate blushes a little. “I mean… I guess I thought it might be nice for us to pose for a portrait together.” She looks a little pensive - dreamy, even. “I might like to keep a picture of you in a locket, if I may be so bold.” 

Sebastian reaches out to tuck some hair behind her ear, his touch gentle and his smile genuine. “The thought of you keeping a photo of me in a locket… is incredibly endearing, my sun. I dare say I may like to keep a picture of you on me as well.”

“I’d like you to be near my heart always, so that I can feel your presence… especially when you’re on these dangerous missions,” she explains, lifting her hand to his cheek. “You have no idea how much I am going to worry about you.” 

“Trust me, I know your worry is genuine,” he acknowledges plainly. “And I can’t promise you that I’ll be completely safe - not with the nature of my work. But I will always do my best to come back to you in one piece. Carrying  your image with me will be a constant, heartening reminder of what I’m fighting for.”

“I just wish your work was not so dangerous. I wish… you had a choice.” She looks down for a moment, her eyelashes fluttering, before glancing back up at him again. “Sweetheart… we need to get you out of there.”

“I know, but it just isn’t that simple,” he replies, threading his fingers in hers. “The DMLE isn’t exactly keen on letting me walk away. I have a contract to honor, and they have leverage over me… because of my past.”

Kate nods solemnly. “But then… What can we do? How can we end this contract? There must be a way out that doesn’t involve you going back to Azkaban.”

“There are some possibilities,” he says quietly. “But none of them are pleasant. I don’t want to worry you any more than you already are. Just know… I’m exploring every avenue to earn my freedom.”

Staring at nothing in particular, she is silent for several moments. “I trust you, Bash. I know you’ll figure out a solution. The Kelpies must be brought to justice, and I am confident you’ll be the one to do it. You’re… cunning, resourceful, and determined - and I love you for it. You’ll succeed - I just know it.”

“I won’t lie to you, darling. It’s going to be a tough fight. But knowing of your unwavering support and faith in me gives me strength. I won’t give up. Our future together is too important.” 

“Is there anything I could do?” she genuinely inquires.

Sebastian’s heart swells with gratitude at her offer, but his countenance turns serious as he considers her question. “It’s important to me that you stay safe, first and foremost. Really, the most helpful thing you could do, Kate, is simply be here for me, provide a safe haven where I can feel comfort and solace. That alone means more to me than you can fathom.”

“Right,” she responds, looking aside and biting her lip. “I can do that. I just wish I could do more. I would do anything to help you, Seb. Truly.”

Sebastian gently takes hold of her chin, turning her face towards him once more. He leans in to press a gentle kiss to her lips. “Darling, you do more for me than you realize. You give me strength and resolve and hope. And I know you would do anything for me… That’s why I have to protect you.”

Kate leans in and kisses him again, lingering. “I want to protect you, too. You’re everything to me, my moon. It just isn’t fair - I wish I could free-”

She suddenly sits up, hearing a loud tapping coming from the kitchen. “Oh - it must be an owl with a letter.”

Sebastian lets out a small sigh, carefully untangling himself from her embrace. “Stay here, love. I’ll go check it out.”

He makes his way to the kitchen, where, indeed, an owl is perched just outside the window, hooting. After opening the window, he unties the letter from its foot and watches it fly away. The envelope is addressed to Kate. When he flips it over, a flicker of recognition comes across his face as he notices the seal of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Imagine # 1,044

Gifs NOT mine.

Year posted - 2023

*Let's pretend Rick didn't kill Shane, but instead beat the shit out of him and left him behind. So this is set right after the incident at the farm, and now Shane is wondering on his own.

"Sh get down." Frank whispered softly, pulling (Y/n)'s arm to get her to kneel beside him, pulling a knife from his boot in order to kill the undead creature. She weren't sure how exactly she'd gotten here, or why exactly. All she could remember was running with Frank from a man that was trying to hunt her down specifically. And it was like the ground opened up right below their feet, and both her and Frank fell, unable to anticipate what happened. Then they landed on the solid earth, and found themselves in a world they didn't recognize. Thankfully with her and Frank being deadly killers with something as simple as a toothpick, handing their new life in a world full of undead was a walk in the park. It also helped that considering how many times they'd both been on the run, they could handle the constant moving, and scowering for supplies.

"How about that place?" (Y/n) pointed to the old farmhouse nestled at the bottom of the hill that she and Frank stood on. "Looks fairly untouched." She noted as she observed the dull red sliding of the home, then the windows that looked in good shape. "At least for a few nights." Another small suggestion left her lips, while Frank watched the place with hawk eyes, weighing the options. "We'll do a perimeter sweep first, then sweep the house." Frank decided then quickly grabbed (Y/n)'s arm before she could walk away. "Carefully this time." He reminded her, making her roll her eyes playfully. "Get scared by a cat one time and you never hear the end of it." (Y/n) huffed sarcastically, making Frank grin. "You nearly blew the poor thing away, pretty sure you scared atleast eight out of its nine lives out of it." He winked before pulling her to him to kiss her softly.

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"Seriously this place is adorable." (Y/n) mused as she walked around the living room for the third time, having checked the entire property and found no threats along the way. "Would've loved to own a place like this." She added softly, a giggle escaping her when Frank wrapped his arms around her from behind. "Yeah? That the kinda life you imagined for us?" He murmured against the side of her head, both of them swaying softly to unheard music. "Yep with a dog or two, some munchkins runnin' 'round, the works." (Y/n) signed dreamily. "I can see it now... Your belly big and round with our babies, while you bake in the kitchen barefoot in a cute little sun dress. The dogs at your feet eagerly waiting for scraps, while you scolded them for it despite that beautiful smile." He closed his eyes, and (Y/n) leaned further into his touch.

"Where are you?" She wonders in a soft whisper, making Frank chuckle. "On the other side of the kitchen island, trying my damnedest not to devour you like the sweet little morsel you are." His words made (Y/n) laugh, a small blush dusting her cheeks. "I'd never deny you Castle." She mused as she turned around in his hold, peering at him with mischievous eyes. "I-" Frank was immediately cut off by the sound of something falling over down in the basement. "I thought you checked the basement." (Y/n) whispered as she moved from his hold. "It was barricaded." He sighed through his nose. "Now who isn't being thorough?" She sassed as she and Frank both readied themselves for a potential fight. "Quiet." He grumbled quietly, annoyed with himself for letting it happen.

Getting into the basement took some effort from both of them, but they quickly realized while trying to get in, that whatever was down there wasn't one of those creatures. "Don't move." (Y/n) trained her rifle on the outline of a man, while Frank stood beside her on the stairs, also aiming his gun. "I ain't armed." An oddly familiar voice called from the darkness, making (Y/n) freeze before she glanced to Frank. "Move into the light." Frank demanded, and the stranger did as he was instructed. "What the fuck?" (Y/n) gasped, her gun lowering at the sight of him. "Who are you?" Frank hissed, uncertain how to react to seeing a man that looked and sounded exactly like him standing there. "Shane Walsh." His voice was horse as if he hadn't drank anything or spoken in days.

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They'd brought him upstairs, and the bewilderment on his face was apparent as he looked at Frank, as he was unable to see them properly in the basement. "My names (Y/n)." She tried introducing herself, but when Shane's eyes cast to her, for the first time since they came upstairs, his eyes somehow became even wider. "Darlin'?" He frowned in confusion, his eyes swimming with sorrow. "Um." She looked to Frank, who was quick to put himself between them when Shane reached out to her. "We aren't from this reality." Frank stated bluntly, making Shane frown with confusion. "She is my wife, and she's nothing to you. Got it?" Frank hissed, his use of the title wife making (Y/n) gawk at him. "Yeah... Yeah I got it." Shane nodded his head, sparing her one more glance.

"She looks like my ex-fiancé... She died a week before our wedding." Shane explained, wiping at his face to try and wipe away his sorrow. "What happened?" (Y/n) asked with curiosity, moving around Frank to properly speak with Shane. "She uh... She got shot by an ex-con I had put away. He um he unloaded the entire clip into her." Shane chuckled bitterly, the sound hollow and devoid of life. "I'm sorry." (Y/n) offered her condolences, knowing that it couldn't have been an easy thing to deal with. "Yeah... Me too." Shane nodded his head, feeling as if he was apologizing to his lost love, and feeling a little more at peace with it.

"You were a cop?" Frank wondered suddenly, his lack of empathy making (Y/n) mentally face palm, especially considering his own past. "Yeah I was." Shane shook his head. "So what about y'all? You don't seem like regular civilians." Shane pried, and (Y/n) simply looked to Frank. "Mercenary." Frank pointed to himself, then (Y/n). "She was an assassin." Frank grinned softly at the surprise evident in his eyes. "Really?" Shane looked to (Y/n), who nodded her head, genuinely surprised Frank was so willing to tell him that. Although it is the end of the world, so what did it matter anymore anyways?

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"So what's the plan husband?" (Y/n) asked Frank as they sat in the kitchen, leaving Shane in the living room. He smirked at the title, happy that she seemed keen to the idea of them being husband and wife. "Same as always. We keep moving, we stay alive." His voice was low, but he wasn't exactly whispering. "What about him?" She wondered, nodding her head back towards Shane. "He ain't my priority, you are." He leveled his eyesight with hers. "We can't just leave him." (Y/n) argued softly. "Why not?" Frank smirked softly. "Because look at him... He looks like someone left him for dead." She brushed her thumb across the bruise under Frank's eye, his face still busted up from the fight he got into before falling between worlds. Similar in a way to how busted up Shane was, though the ex-cop was off worse.

"Besides it'd feel like I was leaving you behind in a way... I mean I know he isn't you, but he's clearly another version of you." (Y/n) leaned forward a little, brushing her nose against Frank's. "Atleast give him the offer to join us, if he doesn't want to, then we'll go." Frank's lips parted slightly in anticipation as she spoke, his eyes peering deeply into hers. "And if he's more trouble than he's worth?" Frank questioned, making (Y/n) grin. "You Frank Castle were more trouble than you were worth for the first three years I knew you." Her words made him chuckle, remembering all the headaches he caused her before realizing he had fallen for her.

"That's fair." He hummed before kissing her softly. "Okay if you want to try helping the cop, we'll try helping him out." He brushed his nose against hers, like she had done earlier. "Just promise me to keep your guard up around him. I don't trust him." This time he was whispering. "You don't trust anyone, but I will." (Y/n) pecked his lips. "I trust you." Frank argued with a smile, making (Y/n) chuckle as she pulled away. "You sure?" She hummed. "I'm pretty sure." He mused following her as she walked towards the living room, Frank's playful demeanor vanishing as they entered the room.

"So Shane." (Y/n) began, taking as seat on the coffee table in front of Shane, who peered at her with unreadable eyes. "We're not sticking around for long, we never do." She noted the curiosity that bloomed in his eyes. "If you'd like, you're welcome to join us." And immediately his curiosity dwindled to something dark. "Oh I know that look." (Y/n) chuckled softly. "Let me guess, you think you're a monster? Or maybe you think you're better off alone?" She smirked at the obvious annoyance on Shane's face. "You might be an alternate version of Frank, but he gets that same exact look on his face when he tries pushing everyone away." Shane glanced at Frank.

"Now I'm not gonna force you to follow us. But I want you to consider it. I've seen that darkness in your eyes, it's just like Frank's, and if anyone can handle you at your darkest, it's us." (Y/n) stood from the table, and left with Frank to do their hourly perimeter sweep, leaving Shane to think about their offer. "You really think you can handle all that?" Frank asked as they exited the house, (Y/n) smiled softly, knowing he was talking about his demons, and now Shane's. "He needs someone, just like you do, and if he's anything else like you, I know he won't hurt me." She said as she looked back at the house. "I doubt he could anyways." Frank mused, making (Y/n) smirk. "Yeah probably not." She agreed with a laugh.

[snowbellewells]

Self Promo Sunday: "Sky's Canvas"

This little future Swan-Jones-Mills family fic envisioning them during their happy beginning post-s6 would probably have been well suited to Father's Day last week, but I didn't think of it until too late. I hope it will still be enjoyable this week too. It's a part of my one shot collection on AO3 or ff.net (if you'd prefer to read it either of those places instead) I hope you have fun picturing this alternate idea of what might have happened - and I'd love to hear what you think!

Notes: I toyed with the idea for this one for quite some time. The prompt elements that I have used are: a museum, the phrase “it was just a joke”, and also some small art facts – mostly about the particular museum itself (which is real). I have also put in a CS daughter (my personal head canon imagined one, Morgan Ruth Jones, whom I have written about before), and a college aged Henry. So, this is set somewhere in an alternative post-season 6 reality, where Henry stays in the Land Without Magic to seek his story, and also to be close enough to visit his family often, and for them to return the favor…)

by: @snowbellewells

The bubbly, nonstop chatter of her four-year-old little girl, which has cheerfully been filling Emma Swan’s ears for the past hour and a half, suddenly stills, immediately grabbing her attention and setting off an interior maternal alarm. She turns to seek out Morgan Ruth Jones – her little pirate princess – wondering if her daughter has yet again managed to sneak away from them and find herself in some sort of trouble.

Luckily, Emma doesn’t have to look far before she hears a chortling trill of baby laughter and locates her toddler with the disheveled head of dark, ringlet curls and twinkling, mischievous eyes – an aquamarine mix of her own green gaze and her father’s ocean blue – standing before a huge oil painting of a Spanish galleon rocking precariously on the stormy main and looking up at her father with fixed adoration. “Really, Papa?” Emma hears Morgan chirp, practically bouncing on the balls of her little feet as she tugs anxiously at his hook in eagerness to hear his answer. “Was it a storm that big you sailed ‘Roger’ through when you went to save Henwy in Neverland?!”

Emma is just chuckling wryly at the changes which have transpired in her life to give her a little girl more interested in daring adventures, ancient naval ships, and sword fighting than frilly dresses or dolls and makeup, even as her husband raises his eyes just enough to smirk at her knowingly over Morgan’s head, when another voice, youthful, warm, and settling into its masculine, adult timbre, answers Morgan’s question from over her shoulder, announcing Henry’s arrival to join them. “It was bigger, Pipsqueak,” he confirms jovially, pausing briefly to wrap a wiry arm around his mom in a quick side-hug before continuing to the side of his younger half-sister, kneeling to her level and adding with a gleam in his eye, “A mermaid summoned it to drown them all.”

“Hen-wy!!” Morgan squeals with glee; the painting, and even her papa’s beloved ship, forgotten as she flings herself into her brother’s arms with enough force to nearly bowl him over, causing Henry to chuckle as he catches her close to his chest.

“Hey Munchkin,” he greets affectionately, standing to his full height again – now even with his stepdad’s – still holding Morgan, her arms wrapped around his neck so tightly that Emma has to wonder if she’s ever going to let go. Turning to include his mom and his surrogate father in his next statement, Henry adds. “It’s great to see you all. Things must be quiet in Storybrooke, if you’re still going to stay all weekend.”

Here he arcs an eyebrow in curious bemusement, a trait Emma realizes all too well that he has picked up from her dashing scoundrel of a husband and probably uses to equally charming effect on all the girls he meets in his freshman courses at Bowdoin College. It is clear he has settled easily into the small arts school in Brunswick, Maine, just under a two hours’ drive from them, and that the campus atmosphere and freeing anonymity and normalcy he has there must be agreeing with him. Emma wants to snort in disbelieving laughter at his jest, though well aware that he knows better than to ever think his hometown would go completely, boringly normal. Instead, she shakes her head resignedly, merely giving her grown son a playfully long-suffering sigh. “You know how it is,” she shrugs, “never a dull moment. But – if you don’t count the dwarves coming to blows at Granny’s the other morning because Tom Clark accidentally sat in Leroy’s spot at the counter and got his flu germs on Leroy’s plate of bacon and eggs…”

“Which I do count,” Killian interrupts smoothly, winking at his adopted son. “I am the one who risked infection from the virus in forestalling their skirmish.”

Emma rolls her eyes at her deputy husband’s interruption and mutters “drama queen” under her breath, which Henry and Morgan both clearly hear and snicker at before she continues, “Otherwise it’s been as quiet as it ever gets. No deathly dangerous villains or curses meant to tear us apart and wipe our memories blank.”

“Yet…” Killian adds on needlessly, an ominous tone in his voice acknowledging the fact that they all know it’s only a matter of time before some new threat is wreaking havoc again. Their sleepy little town might seem like a place lost in time and space, but it is still a veritable magnet for trouble, and none of them can deny it.

Killian, however, waggles his brows playfully after his foreboding aside, making Henry shake his own head at his stepfather. It had seemed a rather grim pronouncement for the reformed pirate – more like his mom, really.

Morgan grins widely back at her father, nodding in gleeful agreement, her gap-toothed smile showing where she has lost a fair few of her baby teeth recently. “Yeah…yet!” she exclaims, not fully understanding the concern behind the sentiment, but always ready – as is her entire extended family – for action and excitement.

Emma shakes her head in humored exasperation at her two “children” – wondering, as she often does, how someone who has seen and experienced as much as Killian, who has witnessed some of the worst humanity had to offer and suffered at their hands, who has lived so long and weathered such crushing heartbreak and hate, can still easily find such simple, child-like joy in the littlest things. “Really, guys?” she questions, looking to her college student son for more mature support. “Can’t we just enjoy things being normal for once?”

“Aye, of course, my Love,” Killian replies deftly. “ ‘Twas merely a joke,” he adds, leaning over to brush a quick kiss to her brow that makes Morgan giggle, hide her face in Henry’s shoulder, and cry out, “Eww, they’re kissing again!” in a frank, tickling whisper against her older sibling’s skin.

“Just a joke is right,” Henry declares, motioning them forward to venture on into the rest of the Bowdoin College Museum and toward the particular exhibit he wants them to see. The collection was an 1811 bequest from a wealthy benefactor to the school and was one of the earliest college art collections in the country, as Henry had enthusiastically told her over the phone some weeks ago when his project had commenced. His Maritime History class had done a cross-curriculum partnership with the arts department to put together a student exhibit of research and mixed media in the college’s museum, and Henry has been quite secretive about his entry, even if insistent that they needed to see it in person. “Like anyone could be around you lot for long and think you were normal!” he scoffs.

“Ha ha,” his mother laughs drolly, bumping into his side with her shoulder in playful retribution as they move ahead side-by-side, with Killian, who is now holding a wriggling Morgan once again, following closely behind. However, once the jostling ceases, Emma grasps her nearly-grown son’s hand in hers for a moment, stunned anew at how much he has changed from the little boy who had found her in Boston all those years ago, and led her into the very life she has now. Squeezing tightly with emotion welling up in her throat, she wishes he could truly understand how much she loves him.

“Missed you too, Mom,” Henry murmurs softly, pressing her fingers back with his own wrapped around them. It is more than enough and makes her heart flutter in gladness.

Once Henry leads them through a few different rooms and several intriguing displays, he slows when they reach a large, somewhat circular room with a high, arched ceiling, and then turns to them with a mysterious smile on his face and clear anticipation in his big, brown eyes, just as they have always held, even at ten years old.

At first glance, this particular exhibit, this room in itself, seems empty. Looking around with faces equally full of curiosity and confusion, Killian, Emma, and Morgan end up staring back at Henry expectantly until Killian finally speaks up, “Begging your pardon, Lad, but I’m afraid I am not quite certain what you wish for us to see.”

Henry gives a nod of acknowledgement, rather knowingly pleased, and making Emma smirk to herself with a mother’s satisfaction at seeing her son so confidently happy and in his element. ‘He’s definitely got something up his sleeve,’ she thinks affectionately, admittedly finding herself anxious to see what his surprise might be. She knows that Henry has been loving this course all term – not to mention how thrilled her husband had been at the news – and that the long term practicum research projects are being showcased here throughout the entire month of April. Emma can only conclude that her son’s hard work has paid off in a way he’s proud of, and he must believe wholeheartedly that they will be too.

All Henry says is, “I take it you’re ready then?” and at Killian’s nod and Morgan’s “Yes, yes, YES, Henwy!!” exclamation, while she hops up and down exuberantly, he switches off the lights and presses a previously unnoticed button next to the light switch.

Immediately, the light and airy sound of some sort of flute or piccolo trickles through the quiet air of the room, a gently evocative melody with a lingering, haunted quality to its tone, enhanced by the sound echoing beneath of waves washing gently against the hull of some easily floating ship or back and forth over the shore of some deserted bay. Even as the sounds which are familiar and comforting to his tiny family audience wrap around them, small pinpricks of light appear just like stars in the night sky out on the ocean, sparking to life on the walls around them and the high ceiling overhead. It is a constellation spread out just for them in breathtaking majesty. Then, the Author begins to narrate his newest story…

Listening to Henry’s words, Emma feels her breath catch just a bit in both awe and emotion, glancing quickly over at her husband and daughter, before either of them realizes they are being observed. Morgan’s green eyes are wide and sparkling with interest and excitement, her mouth an open “o” as she looks above her, dazzled at what would appear for all the world to be the stars and constellations in the night sky brought indoors and spread out for their entertainment. Killian is silent and still, so much so that Emma knows – as few others would – just how valiantly he is battling some strong emotion…how very touched he is. Emma was never as great a student of the star charts and navigational astronomy as her sailor would have loved to make her, but Henry ate it right up, and she would bet her battered and beloved old VW that Henry has recreated some particular display that holds an extra meaning for he and his stepdad alone.

Shaking herself slightly to bring her focus back to earth and her attention back to the words of Henry’s presentation once more, she hears her son’s voice – soothing, engaging, and reeling her into the adventurous stories behind the scattered specks of light arrayed above them and their meaning and guidance to generations of sailors making their ways on a wide and pathless sea.

“The Cygnus,” Killian mouths silently beside her, appearing genuinely awestruck as he takes his gaze just momentarily from Henry’s representative “sky” to look in the eyes of the young man he has for years now cared for and loved like a son; a sincere gaze of fond understanding passing between them that brings a film of unshed tears to Emma’s vision that she has to rapidly blink away. In fact, soundless though it may be, she catches Killian’s comment only because she is so focused on her husband and his emotional reaction to this gift Henry has given all of them – but her pirate in particular. Emma senses that Killian knows it in this moment and holds tightly to his fingers twined with hers while practically beaming at her son, wondering again how she ever got lucky enough that the two most important people in her world would love each other as much as they each love her.

Morgan reaches over from Killian’s arms to pat her mother’s cheeks as Henry concludes his tale and turns the lights back up. “Don’t cry, Mama,” Morgan coos sweetly. “Henwy’s story was happy in the end. The Swan leads the sailor to his home.”

Emma smiles shakily at her daughter, and then the rest of her family with their looks of understanding. “I know, Baby,” Emma murmurs softly, still brushing away the evidence, but with her smile growing broader all the while. “Don’t worry. These are happy tears.”

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[undercover--bunny]

🔥Caregiver! Portgas D. Ace Headcanons🔥

Gender neutral terms for the reader!

First and foremost, he's incredibly accepting. He may be a little confused at first, but once you sit down and really explain age regression to him he'd understand it pretty quickly and assure you that it doesn't freak it out or anything. Different strokes for different folks and all that.

That's not to say he takes to the role of caregiver easily. The best way to put it is that he's trying his best. He might come off as stiff or confused at times, especially when it comes to comforting, but he warms up to it eventually.

Once he fully warms up to you though, oh he's such a sweetheart. He spoils the heck out of you.

Go to nicknames are "little monster" and "munchkin"

He acts a lot like a rowdy older brother. If you regress older he's always riffling your hair or playfully roughhousing with you. And if you regress smaller he's always scooping you up and spinning you around in his arms or tossing you into the air. He's rowdy, but loving.

"Wheeerre's myyyy, Munchkin!!" You heard Ace's voice above you before you felt a pair of hands grasp your sides and pulled you towards him from behind.

You let out a loud squeal before devolving into a fit of giggles as Ace pulled you from under your blanket.

"I found you!" He announced, pulling you into his lap before grinning down at you victoriously. "And now that I won," He's smile turned mischievous and he wiggled his fingers at you. "I'm gonna get ya!"

You didn't have time to react before his hands shot down and he began tickling your sides. You burst into giggles, all the whole Ace grinned from ear to ear.

Nap time is a must with this man, because more often than not he just ends up joining you. He'll let you curl up against him with his arms wrapped safely around you. The best part? The man's a walking heater because of his Devil Fruit, his cuddles are the warmest you'll ever feel.

Prepare to deal with him showing off a lot, because he'll definitely find more excuses to use his flame-flame abilities to impress little you. What can he say? The way you lit up each time was so freaking adorable!

"Ace, please stop showing off to (Y/N), you're going to burn down the ship."

"C'mon Marco! I'm not that bad!'

The first time you called him "Papa" or "Bubba" he might've cried a little. A lot.

As much as your regression helps you, it also helps him. Taking care of you gives him comfort in knowing that he's needed and loved by someone. Seeing your bright little face makes him happy, because he knows he has someone who trusts him. He has someone to spoil and cuddle all day long if you want, so you can rest assured that he'll always be there for you.

[ratherbefangirling]

Single dad Namjoon AU

Ok imagine We have a Single dad Namjoon and the maknae line as his three kids.

Namjoon who divorced his ex because of differences and she took a job abroad leaving the kids on him. Leaving twins Taehyung and Jimin with him Jungkook is his god child?(and he'd already bonded with the little boy as they were neighbours too). Jungkook's parents were his good friends but they died and the others of Jungkook's family didn't want him. Jungkook the shy innocent baby, Taehyung who is the most mischievous but also befriends every one, Jimin who was innocent and caring and sensitive but all of them were still young.

And we have the you. A someone enjoying her single life and career. But you love cooking Maybe cause you came from a big family so when you learned cooking it was in big batches. And so you continued making large portions and putting them into a separate freezer unit you bought on sale so you can reheat and eat it and not have to think about meals throughout the week.

So whenever you has extra left over you give it to neighbours. (Feed thy neighbours)

And you meet Namjoon newly shifted because he got a good job and the area is a good neighbourhood.

The three 'munchkins' as you call them are so cute so whenever they request for something you include that for next time (even though the kids have some questionable suggestionslike chips in rice) . The kids have interesting ideas. It's also fun to feed them different cuisines. Sometimes they even help you and it feels nice to make dumplings together even if they are funny shapes sometimes.

One day when he's busy you even go to the kid's school because someone was bullying Jungkook. Jungkook hugs you and even calls you mom and your heart softens for the boy. (You decide to teach him self defense too later.)

So when Namjoon gets a promotion. He goes to buy his kids toys for Christmas. Buys good card stock paper and writes you a letter (probablythe sweetest one you've ever recieved). Thanking you cause he had been struggling making dinner and ordering out was unhealthy. Many times youe meals saved his day. He puts in some cash in an envelope and gives it to you next time you come. A little Christmas gift. Because you were sent to him as a blessing from the universe.

You didn't have to.

I wanted to. You were the first one I wanted to tell.

Yes you enjoyed a single life but you could understand why someone would dedicate themselves to kids too.

Like When Taehyung came from school after you taught him math and hugged you. Or when Jimin saved most if not all his pocket money to buy you a beautiful dinner set. Or when shy Jungkook came after school religiously helping you prep ingredients and learned how to cook your comfort meal (because you got sick one day and wanted your comfort meal) and your favourite meal (to surprise you for your birthday) .It nice to go on picnics with them or camping with them. It was nice when you felt to drowsy to move by the campfire. Namjoon put a shawl on you so you don't catch a cold. Or when Namjoon 'rescued' you from a date and treated you to cheesy fries after.

So yeah that's it.

Feel free to add on.