#toothless if youre seeing this i miss you and i hope youre well

[sockwearer49]

trying not to be emo but i just thought about my ex boyfriend’s grandma’s cat and i wonder if he misses me

[hauntedwitch04]

Baby making with Daddy

Steve Harrington x Reader

Words: about 1.0k words

Warnings: smut, sexy time in the bathroom, and baby fever of Steve Fucking Harrington

Author’s note: Hi loves! I finally managed to write some more after the crazy week I had. It's note my best work, but I hope you like it, your witch Becky

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DAY 3: Sex pollen

"Now be quiet baby, or everyone will hear you moaning for Daddy as he puts a baby in your lap. "

Whispers Steve, as he pulls down your panties, in the Hoppers' bathroom where you have been hiding.

You ended up in this situation because of your husband's baby fever, which now seems to have taken over his entire brain.

When you arrived at Jim and Joyce's house today, you knew right away that there was going to be a problem, because you saw that Jonathan and Nancy had brought with them, for the first time, the daughter who had been born to them a few months ago. Immediately you had gone to see the newcomer, and you couldn't help but immediately fall in love with those soft little cheeks of hers and her toothless smile, but you hadn't missed your husband's glances.

In part, you were shocked that it lasted so long, but then at some point in the afternoon, when everyone had decided to hang out in the garden for a while, he had said that he wasn't feeling too well, and he asked you to go with him, and right away you understood his intentions.

You were not even in time to close the bathroom door, that your hips were already pressed against the sink and his lips were already leaving a long streak of saliva that went from your right earlobe to the hollow of your breast.

"God, love seeing you with that little girl is driving me crazy. Seeing you with her in your arms, or playing with her, I can't help but think if she was ours. I swear you'll be pregnant by tonight, if it's the last thing I do." He whispers into your neck as he lifts the skirt of your dress and with expert fingers grazes your center, already in involuntary spasms of pleasure and wetness from his words and gestures.

"Feel how wet you are baby. Who made you so wet?" He asks rhetorically, as he massages one of your breasts from above your dress.

"You daddy, you did it." You gasp as you try not to lose your wits, though it may be too late now.

"That's right baby, and now Daddy is going to fuck you so hard that you even forget your own name, and then put a beautiful baby boy or girl inside you. Do you like that idea?" He asks as he unzips his pants, and slowly massages his member, to prepare himself.

"Yes Daddy, please make me a mommy and you a daddy, I can't wait to have a baby of our own." Moan as he spins you around and pulls down your panties, now rendered useless because of how wet they are.

"Now be quiet baby, or everyone will hear you moaning for Daddy as he puts a baby in your lap. " He says in a sensual voice as he bends you over the bathroom sink. You feel his cock graze your entrance, then enter hard.

Immediately, however, all I feel is pure pleasure, as from how aroused you are, his member has slipped inside you smoothly. Steve immediately begins to move at a brisk pace as he grabs your hair, previously left neatly gathered, in a rudimentary tail to pull you up next to him, causing me to arch my back. He, as I pull you closer, lowers himself, making sure to meet you halfway, to kiss you with all the passion he has.

His thrusts continue to be strong, and you struggle more and more to hold back your moans. You feel your orgasm coming faster and faster and more and more violently, and you can't help but tell your husband, who immediately chuckles with amusement.

"Cum baby, let go, don't worry." He says, speeding up his thrusts, knowing that her orgasm was also now in the home stretch. "But know that this is not over, when we get home, I will fuck you so hard that besides being pregnant, you will have left the mark of your body her our mattress." He continued.

His words are too much, and immediately you are hit by an endless wave of pleasure. You feel every nerve in your body relax under that rush, as your pussy clenches tightly around his cock, wanting to squeeze every single drop of semen inside him into you. Your orgasm affects his, causing him to release everything inside you. You feel him lean against your back, before leaving a kiss between your shoulder blades.

"What's the word?" He asks rhetorically as he gives one last thrust, matching his cock for the umpteenth time against your cervix, making you moan.

"Thank you, Daddy." You whisper, while your voice is still slurred with pleasure. He slides his cock out of you, then continues talking

"That's my baby girl, now put your panties back on and let's go outside, I wouldn't want them to start suspecting something." He tells you, as he closes his pants, and looks one last time at your pussy, where some of his seed is starting to drip out, to pick it up with a finger and put it back in.

"Like they didn't hear you." You comment looking for your panties, to find them thrown across the bathroom, trying not to be distracted by his gesture.

"Watch your mouth baby, because it's not a given that you cum tonight if you don't play nice with Daddy." He says, slapping you on the ass, after you just put on your underwear, before leaving the bathroom.

Eventually a few weeks later it turned out that Steve had kept his promise and actually succeeded that night, even though you believe it had been the time in the Hoppers' bathroom.

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[diejager]

Hi Joyce! This is my first time asking an author on this application, I saw you opened requests, so I have a little idea. What if this is like a side story/spin off from humans! reader x monster! 141TF AU's.

Where the reader (female) dies after giving birth to their child. And the husbands don't really take the news well, especially when their child is so physically/personality similar to the reader.

(if you read the webtoon who made me a princess then you know what I mean :) )

Thank you! Hope im didnt bother you

I’m honoured to be your first ask 🥺

Vestige Cw: angst, death, childbirth complications, single parenting, heartbreak, tell me if I missed any.

They hadn’t expected this to happen. They hadn’t expected this to be the last they’d see you. It was an unfortunate incident, they were told, a freak one that caused you to haemorrhage and they couldn’t bring you back despite how fast they acted to stop you from bleeding out. It felt like their world ended, the little light in the dark and traumatic place extinguished, a cataclysmic boom that sent their morals low and mind deeper into depression. Some drowned themselves in substance, others in physical pain to feel something other than heartache and agony, and a few were left silent, unmoving and mute. 

But they had a little baby to care for, the last vestige of your love and presence. It was a gift from you to the people you loved, a memory of the times you all shared smiles and joy as much as you shared tears and sorrow. It was the light at the end of a particularly difficult hallway, shocking them back into reality like a bucket of ice water. They had to care and nurture a child —their sweet and innocent angel. She reminded them of you so, so much that it hurt.

“Yer a wee thing, aye?” Soap had always been the first to care, the first to love and the first to act. It might’ve been hard to provide for a child as a single father, but their sweet angel was as much theirs as his, a gift to share. 

The first days were rough, none knew how to properly care for themselves, let alone a week old child! It was a slow start, passing a crying baby from one arms to the other without any idea of what to do. It was only until the eldest - Price, Alejandro and König - changed tones and put aside everything else to search up for childcare. In all honestly, they all had years of built up breaks that they rarely used to keep themselves busy to drive away the demons and keep their minds sound. 

Little Jesse was shared between them, they took shifts separated equally to let the others rest or research. Soap, Gaz, Horangi and Rudy naturally fit with Jesse, capable of looking at her when she had her little mood swings and occasional tantrums. Soap and Rudy were prone to watch over her when she felt especially excited, hands grabbing and toothless gum biting, flaying her arms around to grasp at something to tug. Horangi and Gaz were softer, more mellow and made to supervise her when she was dozing off or on the edge of exhaustion, toes and fingers curling to hold someone’s hand to sleep. 

Ghost was a little apprehensive about touching her, fearful that his curse would infect her, that everything he touched died, even the prettiest and most lively flower wilted in his presence. But König, a big and dangerous monster like the Austrian, showed him how even the most dangerous beasts could be a protector and provider. It was a slow process but he eventually made it where he could look at her the same way the others did, a perfect ball of sunshine. 

How could they not love her? When she was the perfect copy of you, taking so many characteristics from you than them. She had the same eyes and nose, the equally bright smile and flushing cheeks and the shade of hair. And as she grew older, they could see your personality shine through her, you gave her as much of yourself as you could, hoping it would quell the heartache and agony.

Jesse was their favourite regret. 

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toothless | jack hughes x reader

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request: can you write an imagine where jack comes home after he lost his tooth and he's worried that the reader will think badlyof him/think he's ugly, but she actually thinks it cute and adorable? please? (also, i LOVE your writing) 🫶🫶

word count: 0.7k

you noticed something was off with jack ever since he lost his tooth. he wasn’t smiling as much, and he was covering his mouth with his hand whenever he ate. at first you chalked it up to him just being a little insecure about it, but when he’d barely look at you when you two were alone you got concerned.

you walked into your shared bedroom where jack was laying in bed. the lights were off, and you didn’t turn them on as laid in bed beside your boyfriend.

“jack?” you questioned, wanting to get to the bottom of this new issue. 

he hummed in response, letting you know he heard you.

“are you okay?” you asked simply, turning over on your side so you could face him in the dark. he was laid with his back to you though, so you tapped him lightly on the shoulder to get him to turn around. 

jack sighed and turned around to face you. you couldn’t really see him because of the darkness, but it was nice not talking to his back. 

“i’m fine,” was all he said and it was your turn to sigh.

“is it about your tooth?” you prompted, hoping he would finally open up to you.

“imjustworriedyoullthinkimugly” he rushed his words.

“what? speak slower” you responded.

he fiddled with your guys’ blanket before finally answering, “i’m worried that you’ll think i’m ugly” 

you were stunned for a minute. jack was always so confident in his playing and in his looks. in all of your time of knowing jack you’ve never seen him be insecure about something.

“i would never think you're ugly,” you said with concern etched in your voice. you sat up in bed, reaching over to turn your lamp on so you could properly see jacks face. 

jack said nothing in reply, just looking at you. “jack seriously, if anything i think you look really adorable! even if you won’t let me get a good look at you,” you tried to tease him to make him feel a little better but you stopped at the sight of tears lining his eyes. “oh baby,” you whispered, reaching one of your hands down to cup one of jacks cheeks.

 jack sat up so he was level with you, “it’s just not the same” he said, a few tears slipping down his face. you leaned over, hugging him with one hand and petting his hair with the other. 

“what are you upset about specifically? my reaction to your tooth or that it’s gone in general” you asked, slightly pulling away from jack so you could see his face.

“both,” he admitted, rubbing at his eyes with both hands. “i don’t know why i’m crying about it either” he admitted but more tears came.

“hey, its okay” you reassured him, rubbing his back to try and soothe him. “i really think you look cute, and i still definitely love you. plus, you can always get your tooth fixed. there’s nothing to worry about everythings going to work itself out”

there was a brief silence before jack spoke back up again, “you only think i’m cute?” jack questioned, chuckling slightly as he again wiped at his eyes.

“i do think you're cute but you can take your shirt off and…” you trailed off when you heard jacks tearful laugh. he leaned over to you, pulling you down so you were both laying in bed. once you were both laying down again, he moved himself so he was laying half on top of you. with jacks head resting on your chest you ran a comforting hand through his long hair. 

“are you all good now?” you asked, leaning your head down to kiss the top of his. jack hummed in response, lifting his head up to look at you. “smile please? for me?” you asked jack softly and you smiled at him when he opened his mouth, revealing his missing front tooth. “you’re so cute!” you whispered, leaning in to kiss him.

“and sexy?” jack questioned as he moved his head away from yours to prevent you from kissing him.

“well you still havent taken your shirt off yet…” you joked and jack sat up, swiftly taking his shirt off. “okay yeah you’re really sexy,” you easily admit as you admire your boyfriend in his entirety.

“yeah,” jack joked, rolling his eyes at you before leaning back down and resuming your kiss from earlier.

[chaifootsteps]

...nevermind! I have another thing to say and ask.

I just literally searched your username in Tumblr and I got to see a lot of posts accusing you of a variety of things, things like:

being a lolicon / shotacon (steming from you pointing out in a post that fictional children shouldn't be reported and the accuser said that's part of the problem and you're encouraging pedophilia)

being a zoopedo (because of the toothless and hiccup pairing, of course, also managing to see that they've defended and remarked that the "SoftFurArchive" / Norry / idk was trying to warn all of that)

being an armchair psychologist and ableist (because you and an Anon diagnosed Viv with narcissism in a ask)

being a proshipper (an amalgamation of posts, but most focused on the fact of the Toothless x Hiccup ship)

being a KiwiFarms apologist (because of posts about you talking about KiwiFarms and sometimes praising some of the users' comments there)

being a gatekeeper over what's trans (from you saying what a trans should or should not be in a post)

Please, Chai, ease my mind by clarifying if any of this is true or false, or it's just a byproduct of gullible people falling over supposed evidence, or just proshipper puritans attacking you because they don't like you.

— Instagram!Stolas Anon, concerned.

Let's break this down point by point

No, I don't like loli or shota, but I've got a couple of ships that are weird and personal and require convoluted explanations, so I try to extend the same benefit of the doubt to other people.

No, I'm not a pedophile. I'm a CSA survivor, which is why I'm incredibly concerned about things like alarm fatigue. I think certain terms need to be limited to things involving real children and then we can argue about Naruto ships all day.

No, I'm not a zoophile, I like monsters and dragons and generic furry stuff. The term for the former is teratophila. I've been accused of murdering my pets and sent links to actual animal abuse over this.

I don't call myself a proshipper anymore because I'm not playing the "Ah-ha, I think it means X and you said you're that, so you believe what I think you believe" game. I judge people as they come and whether you call yourself proshipper or anti, you're welcome here as long as you can behave.

I've said before that I shouldn't have indulged that ask, but I didn't say that Viv definitely has NPD, I said that if you dangled me over a shark tank and forced me to throw out an armchair diagnosis, it's one I've wondered about. I hope she doesn't, because it's a misunderstood disorder and an extremely sad one. To quote someone who's got it, Nothing's ever OK. You're either too high on yourself for outperforming everyone else, or too harsh on yourself for not being good enough for your own standards.

I'm fascinated by old internet forums and Kiwi Farms is a place that interests me more than any other. It's swaddled in a mixture of misinformation and being exactly as bad as everyone says, but in an increasingly corporate owned, regulated, KOSA-just-passed-the-Senate internet, there are days I'm profoundly grateful that Null's as stubborn as he is.

I'm trans. I genuinely have no idea where this "gatekeeping" thing is coming from.

Let me be very clear. The FBI and NCMEC have literally begged people to stop reporting fictional characters, because fighting pedophiles is like fighting a million headed Hydra. So it burns me when people say things like this.

If you think it's acceptable to do something child protection agencies have again, begged people to stop doing because it gives you a good feeling to do it and you think that trumps the well-being of real missing and exploited children, you are dangerously detached from reality and not welcome on my blog.

TL;DR: All false.

[dontsh0vethesun]

Hiya~

I know I've sent you so many asks already (and feel free to tell me to stop if I'm annoying you. I'll understand) but I was thinking maybe a Melissa's reaction to reader bringing home a puppy without letting her know first. Maybe one of the Italian breeds like a Cane Corso.

<3

i literally just wrote this quickly because i love dogs and couldn't resist so i hope you don't hate it - but also i love your requests sosososososo much!!

hoagie

melissa schemmenti x reader

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Melissa had been waiting for you to come home after your trip to the store; she’d sent you out to pick up a couple of ingredients for dinner. An hour ago. She was almost done with her second glass of wine and you’d still not come back. 

She was beginning to get worried, only hoping that her wandering thoughts of something terrible having happened were way off the mark. 

She breathed a sigh of relief when she finally heard the front door open and close, soon followed by you, bag in hand and a smile on your face. 

“What took you so long?” she asked you, taking the bag from you to begin unpacking. “I was beginning to think you’d started another street brawl.”

“That was one time. And an accident. And hardly a ‘brawl’,” you argued with a huff whilst she just laughed. “My friend called me whilst I was out, she was nearby and I got distracted, I’m sorry.”

“Mm, and I see you bought my favourite coffee to get in my good books,” she muttered as she put it away.

“Has it worked?” 

“Definitely, honey,” she answered, pressing a kiss to your lips. When she pulled away she eyed you inquisitively, eyebrow raised. She knows you too well not to notice something was up.

“What?” you laughed, shuffling where you stood. 

“Which friend was it?”

“Angela.”

“The one with all those dogs?” she countered whilst you nodded and she began chopping vegetables. 

“Don’t you think having a little puppy would be so perfect?”

“No,” she returned. “I love them but I don’t think I could handle two of you with the zoomies every night,” she added with a chuckle. 

“I get that,” you agreed. “Want me to help?”

“Sure.” Her voice questioned your intentions and she was convinced there was some kind of ulterior motive. “You tryna butter me up or somethin’?”

“Can’t I help my girlfriend, just because?”

“I guess,” she shrugged. “But don’t actually touch anything.”

“Y’know, her Cane Corso just had a couple puppies,” you muttered as you took a seat on the kitchen counter, mindlessly stroking her hair to try your hardest to appease her. 

“Proper Italian dogs,” she mused. 

“Here, I’ve got some photos,” you responded, shoving your phone in front of her face excitedly. “They’re a few months old and one of them nibbles on your fingers with his toothless mouth which was a little gross but I love him so it’s fine.” You were getting antsy, glancing towards the front door, and luckily Melissa was distracted enough to not notice. 

“He sounds like you - is he gassy as well?” she teased, only receiving a little shove from you in return. 

“Rude,” you pouted as you hopped down from your seat, heading back towards the front door. “I just remembered I forgot something in the car, don't miss me too much - also don’t forget how much you absolutely adore me, and how you can never be mad at me about anything ever.” 

“God, what’d you do?” she sighed, turning off the stovetop, but you were already gone, muttering to yourself words she couldn’t clearly hear. 

You were glad to see her facing away from you when you walked back inside and you were able to walk up behind her before she could chastise you right away. The dog in your arms sat comfortably with his head against your shoulder, soft fur against your cheek and his tail wagging slightly. 

You cleared your throat to get her attention and her eyes widened, though she wasn’t overly surprised considering you're always causing a mischief she only pretends to find annoying. 

“No. No, we cannot have a dog,” she spoke, keeping her eyes on your face to avoid his.

“Aw, but look at him,” you pouted, using his paw to wave at her. “Hi, mom, I woof you.”

“That was terrible,” she groaned, unable to hide her smile at your silly grin. You both looked so adorable, both of you sporting puppy dog eyes. “We can’t keep him. He hasn’t got a name so it’s not too late fo-”

“He has got a name,” you interrupted. “I named him Hoagie and I love him.”

She hated how she couldn’t resist the pair of you and how her own body betrayed her when she cupped his face between her hands, letting him chew on her thumb excitedly. 

“You’re both gonna cause me a lotta trouble.”

“Yep,” you grinned largely, instantly grimacing at the sudden appearance of a certain smell you don’t care to sniff ever again. 

“I knew he was gonna be gassy,” Melissa groaned, pinching her nose between her fingers as she grabbed the air freshener. It would soon be clear that the cotton fresh spray would have to make a regular appearance.

[januaryembrs]

ALL FOR YOU | Luke Skywalker x reader

Request: Yay to 1k, well deserved! :))) <33 I hope you don't mind me asking for Luke skywalker x reader? I feel like there's so few pieces and overall love for him in fanfiction. Maybe something simple like them reuniting after he's taken up his quest and returns to Tattooine? Or Reader being fascinated by his lightsaber but too reserved to ask him for a demonstration let alone touching it? You decide, if none of these ideas appeal to you then I shall be happy with whatever you come up with instead, as it is a gain for the Luke fandom! <3

description: A familiar face strolls into your flower farm on Tatooine, four years after he abandoned you in search of a princess.

Word count: 1.1k

trigger warnings: sad, angst, crying, leaving reader, semi break up? ends in fluff I promise

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Author’s note: I'm so sure I had a second Luke ask in my inbox that has gone missing so if anyone else asked for one that isn't this, please send it again I have no clue what's happened to it!

The air in your lungs felt dry as you swept the floor of your shop. It had been in your family generations, and quite successful too as a flora farmer on Tatooine seeing as the harsh sand air made it difficult for anyone to breed plants. You, however, had been blessed with a sheltered farm. Expensive to run but it was worth it seeing how beautiful the flowers bloomed at your tender hands.

You heard the bell to your front door open, though you were certain you had put it on the latch. “I’m sorry, we’re closed for the day,” You called over your shoulder, not paying attention to who it was who had intruded. Probably a mistake, you thought, cleaning the sharp grains of sand into a neat pile near the wall. You got little thievery this side of Mos Espa, and trusted the locals to be kind to you while your back was turned.

“I’m not here for flowers,” 

You froze in your place, back straightening tensely. You knew that voice; had always known that voice. 

It was the call to home, the spirit in your stomach on the most lethal of Tatooine storms, the nostalgia you feel smelling your mother’s cooking. Your childhood bedroom, your tenth life day, your first time at school where you met him. 

A mop of blonde hair that poked into his sight, round blue eyes that looked up at you in awe (you had always been taller than him growing up), the toothless smile he gave you when you offered him to share your new ink. 

Luke Skywalker had been your first kiss, your first dance, your best friend, your light on a dark sand night. It had been four years since he left home with the crazy old Ben, following two droids and a princess.

No word as to how he was, where he was going, or whether he intended to come back. Yet here he was.

You stood, mouth hanging agape, a frown pulling on your features. 

Luke fiddled with a long-stemmed funnel flower, a small smile gracing his features at your stunned expression. He knew he should have come back, he should have been back a long time ago. But he promised himself the day he found Leia and learnt of the depth the Empire wished to destroy the galaxy, he would not rest until he had made the universe safe for you again. 

Safe for you both, for the family you had always talked of starting together. 

“L-Luke?” You stuttered, broom clattering to the floor in your shocked state. Your eyes were deceiving you, surely. He had not come back for you, not said a word since that day. And now suddenly he was back here on a scum hole like Tatooine? “You- They said you were dead.”

“Dead?” He seemed confused now, stepping further into your shop with a soft look in his eyes. He looked tired, aged. He had grown taller since you last saw him, his arms seemed wider and his face more chiselled. But his eyes were the same, the way he flicked his hair subconsciously took you back to the little boy whose aunt had yet to cut his blonde locks. 

“You were captured by the Empire, that’s what they kept saying,” Your voice was hoarse, your eyes now stinging as they were rapidly filling with tears. “You and the Alderaan Princess. The two of you got captured from the resistance-”

Luke was in front of you now, and your sad gaze couldn’t take him in fast enough. He was still your Luke. He was older, seemed wiser as though the weight of the world, every world, had done nothing but press down on him the past four years.

“I’m here, aren’t I? I wouldn’t let anyone take me from you,” He replied, his hands reaching out to hold the top of your arms, gentle as ever yet you could see in his face he was almost begging for you to react. Say something, yell at him for leaving, scream at him to get out, actually cry rather than stare at him so heartbroken and wetly. 

“They said-” You gulped, as you felt you were stuck on a loop of recalling all you had heard from him in the years that had passed. You huffed, willing yourself to actually spit out what was stabbing a thorn into your heart so deeply, “You left me.” 

You started crying. Sobbing and shaking, and Luke immediately pulled you into his chest. His smell hadn’t changed one bit, and the thought made you cry harder. 

“You ran off after another woman and said nothing for four years. I thought you were dead, I thought you hated me.” Came your muffled, throaty voice in his shoulder. You hesitantly wrapped your arms around his waist, as if you didn’t trust him not to vanish at the touch. “I dreamed of this for so many nights, I didn’t realise it would hurt so much to see you again,”

Luke felt his eyes grow hot at your confession, neither happy nor sad to see him. Just hurt, and nor could he blame you. “I know.” He cleared the frog in his own throat, “I know, I’m sorry. Just please trust I stayed away to keep you safe. I could never live with myself if you had been hurt because of me,”

“So you left me for another woman?” You pulled away, looking at him aghast, wiping the tears on the back of your hand. It was in vain as more came barreling down anyway, landing on his black robes. 

“No! Never,” Luke sighed, bringing his forehead to meet yours, “Leia is… Leia’s my sister. I swear I’ll explain everything, there is so much for me to tell you just,” He brushed his nose against yours, “Please trust me. I was protecting you, I was trying to make things safe, for the life we want together,” His ocean blue eyes met yours, his filled with concern as he tried to read you. Your mind was so muddled even his force powers couldn’t quite decipher quite how it was you were feeling seeing as you didn’t even know yourself, “You do still want that with me, right?”

You sighed, feeling his words fan over your lips in a manner you had been dreaming of for four long years. You needed to kiss him; you hadn’t stopped needing him as embarrassing as it was. All you had ever known, all you had ever wanted was Luke Skywalker.

“Ofcour-” Somehow, Luke knew what you were thinking, what you needed, though there had never been a time when he didn’t, as he brought your lips together passionately. 

You thought it best to wait until his kiss stopped being so all-encompassing to ask about the lightsaber attached to his hip.

[dragonmasterhiccup]

What is your most fond memory of each of your friends? (Dagur, Heather and Eret included 😁)

Could you tell us a short story of each, please?

"That's a tall order, isn't it? Alright, let's see...there's Astrid, Fishlegs, the twins, Snotlout, Dagur, Heather, and Eret...We'll start with Astrid."

"I have many fond memories with Astrid, but right now, I have to pick that first flight I took her on with Toothless. You know, after he stopped scaring her half to death. That's when it all started for us..."

"Fishlegs! I don't have a specific moment for this, but it's one of my favorite things to geek out with him, whether it be over a new dragon species, or experimenting to invent something."

"As for the twins...when Ruffnut was almost a wing maiden, I got to teach her how to fly. That, I think is one of my favorite memories with her. As for Tuffnut, when we were kids, he insisted I was his brother for a day. I guess he and Ruff weren't getting along that day, but I will never forget how excited I was, to be able to know how it felt to have a brother. It was a long time ago, but it remains as one of my favorite memories with him."

"Snotlout...we didn't get along for the longest time. I think one of his best moments, was when we were going after those dragon hunters. He was going to stay behind, but came and saved us from a trap just in time. I saw a new side of Snotlout that day, and I know he has the potential to be a great leader."

"Dagur and I have been through a lot, to say the least. When he became an ally...it changed everything. I'm going to have to pick that day he saved both my life and Toothless' life on that island we had crashed on. Things could have been so different, had we not run into each other there..."

"Heather...now, she and Astrid are closer than I am with Heather, so I don't really have any stories to tell at the moment. I can say she is a great cook, and we were glad to have her and Windshear join us on Dragons Edge for as long as we did."

"As for Eret...he's a great guy, a great friend, and while Skullcrusher misses my dad, he's become fairly fond of Eret! One of my fondest memories, I'd say, is when he was first living on Berk, we talked for hours about dragons."

He exhaled. "Well! I hope that answered your question! That was a lot to say, so I'm going to go get some water to drink."

[postgamecontent]

'Iron Meat' Switch Review

I really try to avoid unfair comparisons when I'm reviewing indie efforts, but the publisher of Iron Meat straight-up said it was better than Contra. Well, that kind of thing is always subjective. But the comparison has been invited, so I consider it fair play to openly consider it. Anyway, Iron Meat. It's a run-and-gun action game, clearly more than a little inspired by the Contra series but also other popular names in the genre like Metal Slug. Mostly Contra, though. You, and perhaps a friend, take on a massive force of alien-twisted creatures known as The Meat. Fortunately, you have guns. As usual, aliens prove to have a real weakness to guns. Perhaps this day can be saved?

Heck, I'm going for it. Is Iron Meat better than Contra? No, of course it isn't. I mean, it's better than some Contra games, because that basement goes deep in places. I'd also say it's better than Operation Galuga, so it wins the 2024 battle. But compared to the dazzling heights of the Contra series, Iron Meat is another pretender. A well-made pretender, to be sure. But it cribs very obviously and frequently from the best Contra games, and as such I don't think it could ever actually be better. It just doesn't have enough ideas of its own for that. It is Joker to Contra III's The King of Comedy. A solid pastiche that seems to lack the confidence to be more than that. Let's hope Iron Meat 2 isn't a musical. That's it, I'm leaving this point alone from here.

Iron Meat takes you through nine levels of action, all running perhaps a touch longer than I would prefer. It works more or less as you would expect. You can shoot in eight directions, jump, fall prone, plant your feet, and swap between two carried weapons. There are a handful of different weapons you can pick up, each mostly mapping to a familiar one from that series I'm done mentioning. If you collect multiples of a weapon, you'll get a powered-up version of it. That's pretty much all there is to your moves, but it's plenty. You can also unlock different skins for your main character, which is one of the primary incentives for replays beyond simply enjoying the game again.

There are a few different difficulty modes to play on, with the default one being rather kind and probably a little too easy for seasoned run-and-gun players. One-hit kills are the order of the day here, but you’re given oodles of lives on this setting. Head to the harder mode as soon as you can if you've got your Contra medals, you'll have more fun. If you're not so good at this kind of thing and just want to see the sights, there’s an easy mode. It's truth in advertising. Those sights are worth seeing, too. One thing Iron Meat has down to a science is its creature design. The way the Meat can infect and bring to life inanimate objects as well as organic material leads to some very creative enemies. The bosses are a treat to gaze upon.

The presentation is superb all around, with detailed and interesting backgrounds, some cool set pieces, and a great rock soundtrack. It runs smoothly, which is one thing it certainly has over some of the genre greats. The controls are good, and the hit detection is excellent. I appreciate the level designs, and I think they do a good job of keeping you on your toes while also dealing with the more immediate threat of the enemies pouring in and doing their thing. Homework was clearly done.

I think anyone who enjoys this genre will get what they're looking for here. It's the best game in this genre since Blazing Chrome, and while it isn't a world-beater by any means, Iron Meat hits a lot more than it misses. It could probably do with cribbing a little less from the classics, and the default difficulty can feel a little toothless if you're an experienced player. Aside from those relatively minor quibbles, there's plenty to like here. Great creature designs, terrific backgrounds with lots of fun details, reliable and responsive controls, and some entertaining unlockables are all highlights of Iron Meat. A worthy pick-up.

Switch Score: 4/5

[empressofthesunwriter]

Making Waves

You are a young mermaid, not ready for your adult responsibility when you find a secret underwater tunnel that leads to a secret cove. You couldn’t imagine how your life was going to change because of it. HiccupXMermaid!Reader

Chapter 5: It is time!

It was now finally there.

After days of days of experimenting, of learning, and working on making better equipment for Hiccup and Toothless.

They were ready.

It was time to see if they really could fly together.

You hold on tight Hiccup waist, no way in the seven seas you were missing this.

And well, Hiccup wanted you to join them.

So here you were with Hiccup, flying with Toothless over the ocean.

It was already so incredible.

All was so small from this high up.

Billowing clouds rise like mountains. The ground seems miles below you.

“Okay there bud, we're gonna take this nice and slow.”, he tells your dragon friend and then turns to you. “You ready for it, milady?”

You blink for a second.

This was the first time Hiccup called you milady. You don’t know how to feel about that.

You nodded and hugged his body tighter.

“Let’s go Hiccup and Toothless!”

Hiccup checks a leather cheat sheet, clipped onto his harness. Inscribed upon it are several tail positions and their pedal position equivalents.

“Here we go. Here we go...position three, no four.”

“I hope you know what you do.”, you mumbled.

“Don’t worry, I have anything under control.”, he reassures you.

He presses the pedal, causing the tail to flare. You guys roll off into an arcing bank, gloriously lit by the late afternoon sun. Hiccup tucks tight against his neck, thrilled that his new harness and vest are holding. The foot controls make the tail appendage quick and responsive. He watches Toothless' every fluctuation, trying to match it with the prosthetic. Hiccup sizes up a target a towering arch of stone, rising from the sea.

“Don’t tell me we are going in?”, you ask a bit scared.

“Hold on tight, [Y/N]!”, he gives you as an answer.

You sign and grip him even tighter. You can feel his muscles under the harness.

No, now was not the time to fantasize about Hiccup muscles.

“All right, it's go time. It's go time.”

“May have the seven seas mercy on us!”, you can’t help but say.

You dive toward it, lining up to pass through the arch.

“Come on. Come on buddy. Come on buddy!”, Hiccup encourages Toothless.

You join him: “You can do it Toothless!”

Careful you guys zip through the arch. A perfect maneuver.

This calms you down massively. Seems like Hiccup got it right!

“Yeah! Yes, it worked!”, he yells happily.

“Wuhu!”, you also yell glad.

The triumph is short-lived. You guys smack into one of several sea stacks as Hiccup tries to keep up with the turns.

“Sorry.”

Again you hurtle into another rock pillar. Toothless grumbles. You give Hiccup’s back of head an annoyed look.

“My fault.”

Toothless swats him with his 'ear' plate and you flick the back of his head.

“Yeah, yeah, I'm on it.”, Hiccup promises and checks again his cheat sheet. “Position four, no three.”

Your trio pierces the clouds. For the first time, Hiccup and you can see the whole of the island below you.

It’s so beautiful that you let out a gasp. Who would have thought that a mermaid would one day reach the skies?

Berk shrinks with every passing second. You hear how Hiccup swallows hard and tightens his grip on the handles. To be safe you check that you hold on to him tight too.

“Yeah! Go baby! Yes! Oh, this is amazing! The wind in my...CHEAT SHEET! STOP!”

It happens so fast.

One moment you are flying, then Toothless stops to beat his wings and Hiccup and you go weightless. The rings of his vest float off of the harness hooks. Hiccup and you suddenly find yourself detached, free-falling!

“Kyaaah!”, you shriek scared, and wrap even your legs around Hiccup.

He isn’t better, he is screaming for his life too: “Oh, gods! Oh no!”

Without Hiccup, the tail loses control.

You, Hiccup, and Toothless spiral downward. Toothless fights to get back under you guys.

“This is it, this is it, that’s how I die!”, you scream scared shitless, meanwhile Hiccup tries to get back to Toothless: “All right, okay. You just gotta kinda angle yourself. No, no...come back down towards me. Come back down--!”

Hiccup extends his arms and legs, giving himself as much surface area as he can. He angles back towards Toothless as the tumbling dragon whacks you two with his wing. After a few more misses, Hiccup finally grabs hold of the harness and manages to lock in just in time to pull Toothless out of his dive barely shy of the tree tops. You guys careen past the wooded cliff and directly into treacherous slalom course of jutting sea stacks. Hiccup pulls the cheat sheet from his teeth and attempts to check positions. It flaps violently in the turbulence, making it impossible.

“FORGET IT!”, you scream at him, still holding on to him tight like a koala. “JUST FLY!”

He listens to you and throws the cheat sheet away and steers Toothless' tail on instinct with perfect intuition.

Together, they manage a tight, hair-raising series of split-second turns, making it to the open water, unscathed.

Hiccup and you take a breath and glance back at the death-defying obstacle course, now safely behind you. He beams, relieved. You let out the breath you were holding, grinning.

He sits back and throws his arms up in victory. You pump one of your fists.

“YEEAHHH!”, you both celebrate together.

Toothless concurs with a happy squeal and a fireball. Hiccup's glee turns to dread as you fly directly into it.

“Ah, come on.”, he groans.

You giggle and hide behind his broad shoulders.

Later your trio is on a deserted little island on its beach. With Toothless’s help, Hiccp made a fire and you caught for your three enough fish to eat.

You and Hiccup are cooking your fish over the fire while leaning comfortably on Toothless, who eats gleefully his share.

You can’t help but tussle Hiccup ash-covered hair and giggle.

“That’s a good look on you.”, you tease.

“You are just lucky you had me as your personal shield.”, he rebukes, but he grins.

“You are an awesome shield.”, you praise him. “And an amazing dragon rider.”

“Aww, shush, you turn me all shy.”, he waves your praise off.

You smile just at him. This boy… this young man, he really did the impossible he made a downed dragon fly again and rides it.

Who would have thought this possible?

Suddenly Toothless regurgitates a fish head. Hiccup smirks with forced politeness.

“Uh..no thanks. I'm good.”

Toothless looks at you with big eyes. You love the dragon, but you would never eat fish like that.

“Thanks, sweetheart, but I’m good too.”

Several Terrible Terrors land like seagulls, hissing and nipping at each other as they approach Toothless' pile of fish. One grabs the regurgitated fish head and drags it away. Another attempts to steal it from him. They face off and last fire balls at each other to settle the fight.

Hiccup, you and Toothless watch, amused.

That is until Toothless spots one of his fish leaving the pile. A stealthy Terrible Terror is exposed as the thief. They tug on the fish, and it snaps back into Toothless' mouth.

He swallows it back tauntingly.

Irate, the little dragon paws at the ground and blast Toothless. He opens his mouth, the gas hiss comes, and Toothless fires a tiny flame straight into its mouth, causing the gas to backfire into the little dragon. It coughs up smoke and staggers away, looking ill.

Hiccup and you laugh.

“Not so fireproof on the inside, are you?”, the brunette say to the little dragon.

“Here you are cutie.”, you throw the Terror some cooked fish.

The appreciative little dragon gulps down the meal and approaches you and Hiccup cautiously. He curls up between you two.

You start to pet the little dragon, while Hiccup is amazed. He joins you in the petting.

“Everything we know about you guys is wrong.”, says Hiccup out loud.

You know he referring to this Viking village.

“The world turned upside down, huh?”, you tell him.

Hiccup nods.

“You can say it loud, milady, you can say it loud.”

You frown hearing him calling you again milady. What’s up with that?

“Please don’t call me that.”, you beg him, wrinkling your nose. “Milady fits someone else, not me.”

The brunette splutters and turns red.

“I…I thought…I didn’t really think…I’m sorry.”

He turns away from you with a crestfallen face. You bite your lip, while Toothless croons at you. You didn’t mean it like that.

Careful you put a hand on Hiccup check so you can face each other. You fight down your own embarrassment.

“Listen, if, if you want to give me a pet name, milady doesn’t do it for me. That’s someone else. Not me.”, you explain.

The young man blinks at you, you feel how warm his cheek gets under your hand.

“Oh…so you are not against pet names?”

“N-No. Not from you.”

“Oh.”

You just stare into each other eyes and can’t seem to look away. Deep down you know if you don’t make it clear now that you like Hiccup more than a friend, you would miss your chance.

So you put your other hand on his cheek and slowly lean in. You give him enough time to turn away, to make it clear if he doesn’t what this.

But just feel how he shakes under your hands and leans in too.

Your lips meet in a soft kiss.

It’s just your lips on his.

His lips are a bit dry against your soft ones.

Yet it is the most amazing kiss of your life. You can’t even describe the emotion that is flowing in your body. Hiccup seems to feel the same thing since he signs, closes his eyes, and puts one of his hands over yours.

This gives you the courage to deepen the kiss.

Your close your eyes and your lips sloat together.

It’s a perfect fit.

Like you are made for each other.

Your lips meet over and over in kisses and you would probably still kiss each other if Toothless didn’t throw his head between you.

The Nigh Furry whines.

“Toothless what the heck?!”, Hiccup growls to him.

“Aww, are you jealousy, Toothless?”, you coo and give his snout a kiss. “You will always be my Sweetheart.”

“So I have a Night Fury as a competitor for your heart, great.”, signs Hiccup and gives you a crooked smile.

You smile shyly back at him. “There is no competition.”

His forest green eyes are wide and he gaps at you with a huge blush. You just giggle.

Toothless rolls his eyes at you two and growls.

“Okay, what’s wrong buddy?”, asks him Hiccup.

The Night Fury points with his snout at the darkening sky.

“Oh no, we have to return to Berk!”, yells Hiccup and stands up. The little dragons scatter because of this. “It’s high time!”

In record time you return to Berk, to the secret cove. Now that Hiccup and Toothless know how to fly together it is an amazing ride back.

Toothless already goes to your sleeping place, while you and Hiccup stand awkwardly at the entrance of the secret cove.

“Well, we see us tomorrow.”, Hiccup says and rubs his neck.

You play with your dress hemline.

“Yeah, sleep well then.”

You stare at each other like two idiots.

You are acting like idiots.

This pisses you off.

“Okay, someone has to say something.”, you tell Hiccup. “So I will do it. I like you Hiccup and that’s why I kissed you.”

For a few seconds, he is just a statue, till he takes you in his arms and plants a big kiss on your lips now. You formally purr and throw your arms over his neck.

You are both so pressed against each other that not even a little piece of paper could fit between you. Like this, you can feel all of Hiccup. This only motivates you to lick along his lips, till your tongues find each other and battle for dominance.

It’s getting so hot and that’s when Hiccup shoves you formally from him.

Surprised you blink up to him.

“Too much?”, you ask wondering.

Hiccup is breathing deeply and waving his hands in front of his cheeks to cool down.

“I like you too [Y/N], but I don’t think we are ready for more.”

You are a bit disappointed, you wouldn’t lie, but if he doesn’t feel ready you would not pressure him.

So you nod.

Thankful Hiccup gives you a sweet peck and with that, he is off to go home.

Meanwhile, you watch him leave like the lovesick fool you are.

You touch your lips and sign dreamy.

Hiccup is such a good kisser!

You can’t wait to share more kisses with him.

Next

[crazedlunatic]

Ryan Officially Meets Kurt

 I know Ryan was at the wedding so he’s technically has met Kurt but I think he is a…

What did Brady say?

A fangirl.

But he’s a boy, so I’m confused.

Is that slang?

Blaine, who was holding a 4-month-old Zach in one arm, saw the texts from Bob on his watch and laughed.

It’s okay.

This sucks. I’m the cute one. It’s not fair.

I’ve met my texting quote for the day. See you soon.

No potato candy for you.

Where can I return your adoption papers?

Blaine handed Zach off to Kurt who had finally gotten Nick’s ‘shoes’ on him. He then scooped Nick up, who immediately gave a toothless grin.

Both Kurt and Blaine were startled when Nick suddenly let out his first—that had to be a laugh, right?

“Was he imitating your laugh?!” Kurt exclaimed.

“Oh my God! He imitated me!” Blaine gasped. He then asked, “When is he supposed to do that? Also, I really don’t want to go back to work next week.”

“I know.” Kurt sighed. “I don’t want to go back to work either… even if I’m out longer than you.”

Blaine kicked the screen door out, caught it with his foot once he was out, and let Kurt and Zach out. He didn’t even bother to pull it closed.

“Just because your dad’s locked up doesn’t mean we should just leave the front door open.” Kurt said going into Bob’s house.

“We didn’t bring the baby bag…. Bags. Bag. We decided it was easier to do one bag, right?”

“We have a bag there already.”

“Why did we bring one then?”

“I don’t know. Where is my brain? Will it ever come back?”

“Nope. Welcome to being a parent” Jamie, Ryan’s husband, who happened to be in the entrance of the house alone waved. “Can I get the bag?”

“That’d be great—” Blaine looked confused.

“Don’t worry. Only another four years and they’ll look like that.” Jamie pointed out towards Bob’s backyard where their son and daughter were playing with Emily and Miles. “Oh, also. Hi. I was at your wedding. My husband is obsessed with you… he says he just really, really likes all of your clothes.”

“Oh, thanks.” Kurt yawned. He then tilted his head, “He’s not like… obsessed?”

“Oh. No. Not really. But he’s always liked Marc and his adopted dogs or something? Also the charities he supports. I can’t find the time to find obsessions.”

An adorable toddler toddled in and sat down right on Jamie’s shoes. She then pointed up and said, “Daddy, bay-bee. Bay-bee.”

“Yeah. It’s a baby.” Jamie lifted her so she could see but wasn’t too close to the babies. “She recently turned two. She’s a little behind on her words but he was too and now he never stops talking now.”

Ryan came in quickly, clearly trying to find her.

This time Zach spontaneously laughed. The twins then looked at each other, confused.

“Oh, Bob will be mad he missed that. That was so cute.” Ryan said and then asked sweetly, “She’s genetically yours. I can play that game too. He gets into more trouble than my perfect child. Your mom agrees.” He then gasped, “They are so cute! Oh my God.”

Both Kurt and Blaine gave the same exhausted smiles. If only they got a nap per time they heard it, they’d never need it.

“I don’t want to be a stalker or a weird person but I really love the design elements that you’ve added to the line.” Ryan said. “It’s needed an overhaul. I can’t believe I’ve known Blaine since he was in law school and he’s married to you.”

Kurt readjusted the baby and gave a real, unforced smile. “Thank you. I actually had to, uhm, drop a class due to a family emergency—” He glanced at Blaine and continued. “But it ended up working really well for me in the end.”

“We met in college. Well… sort of. Kind of.” Jamie said.

“Yeah and he corrupted me.”

Jamie rolled his eyes and asked, “Can you hold her? I’m starting to think the pull up did leak on me.”

Ryan maintained a neutral face until Jamie was out of earshot and said to Blaine, “I’m always right and he never listens to me… it’s okay. He’s brought home much worse stuff. Like some kind of plague thing? I don’t know.”

“Is that an exaggeration?” Kurt tilted his head.

“I hope he was exaggerating. Sometimes I don’t ask because I’m afraid it’s true.” Ryan confided. “How is it working in fashion? Like legitimately working with Marc? Do you actually see him every day?”

“Most of the time, yeah… but I get to make my own decisions a lot of the time. I got a better job offer a rank up somewhere else but… Marc. Blaine and I are still debating if it’s a good move but it would mean Blaine’s hours would be a little wonky. How do you like being a lawyer?”

“I liked it a lot better before I was promoted.” Ryan purposefully joked as Bob walked past the room.

“Same here.” Bob said without stopping.

“You could retire for 20 lifetimes.” Ryan called after him. Maybe 50.”

“I wonder how much of his money isn’t even CMJ related but work injuries from psychotic people.” Jamie asked out loud.

“Asked. He doesn’t even know.” Ryan looked confused. “I would much rather talk about fashion.”

They all went quiet as Ryan and Jamie’s daughter went and sat between where the twins were looking amazed.

“Oh. I saved his life once.” Jamie said suddenly. “Well, I helped. It was the first time I’d ever seen an organ removed.”

“Clothing. Not organs.” Ryan sounded impatient.

“Daddy, can we get McDonalds?” Their oldest, the son, asked.

“No.” Ryan and Jamie responded together, making the toddler giggle.

Bob came into the room, immediately scooping Nick up.

“Hey, Bob.” Ryan said sweetly. “How much do you want to bet Kurt will make more than you by the time he’s 48?”

“I think you’re forgetting he turns 50 soon.” Sarah singsonged from another room.

“And yet I still have the same birthday as you.” Bob singsonged back, leaving the room.

“Wait. Wait. Really?” Ryan asked.

“Yeah. I came out twenty minutes before her, though.” Bob came back into the room. “Birth certificate was wrong.”

“Shut up.” Ryan said. “Legitimately? Why am I talking to you right now? Kurt Hummel is here—oh, wait. Are you changing your last name legally?”

“It’s been filed.” Kurt said excitedly. “And then we have to do the second parent adoption?”

“Honestly Millie could probably speed that up for you. She helped facilitate ours. It maybe took 3 days. I’m sounding like a lawyer again.” Ryan sighed. “But in all seriousness, Kurt, have you been paying attention to social media?”

“I avoid it like the plague.” Kurt said. “I have a private account from undergrad that I still have open and check on it. My PR person does a lot of the work on that, though. I mostly stay in my office and sketch until I get a concrete idea. Then I send it off.”

“To Marc to approve?”

Kurt looked a bit embarrassed and said, “I don’t have to have approval anymore.”

“What?!” Blaine, who had been chatting with Jamie, looked up.

“Surprise?”

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#5

I love having disabled friends because they’re so much more understanding when I say “my symptoms are getting really bad, I have to go”. Disabled folk are like “yes, please, shoo before you get hurt”. This is an appropriate response. A lot of non-disabled people act as if it’s a huge hassle.

26 notes - Posted June 19, 2022

#4

I really wish people would understand that when it comes to LGBTQIA+ identities, "I don't get it but I respect you" is good??? Do not make fun of identities you "dont get". You don't *have* to get it. The human experience is weird and chaotic and that's why it's beautiful

28 notes - Posted August 30, 2022

#3

Strange Gifts

Apparently I wrote a bittersweet Valentine’s Day Vigcup fic for @evilwriter37. Hope you like it!

Rating: General Audiences

Pairings: Vigcup, Hiccstrid

Characters: Hiccup Haddock III, Viggo Grimborn, Astrid Hofferson, Toothless

Warnings: None that I would have to mark on AO3, Not exactly HTTYD 3 compliant, Viggo Lives. 

Of course, it’s on Ao3 if you want an easier reading experience: Strange Gifts

But also under a read more if the hellsite is more your speed:

It was the winter after they left the Edge, Stoick had thrown Hiccup into the deep end. His days were filled with shadowing his farther in decision making, aiding repairs, wrangling Sven’s sheep that got out for the millionth time (and this time they were not allowed a dragon race). The moments he could get to himself during the day, used to take care of his leg and Toothless’s saddle and fin from the cold, weren’t enough to refresh his mind. As he shlumped into his room, body sagging from the exhaustion of the day, he almost didn’t notice the small bottle on his bedside table. He looked at it, not remembering putting it there, and picked it up, examining it. It was a nicer bottle of ink than he had ever bought himself, he could never justify the cost for a bottle this nice, let alone the quality of the contents. Suspicion grew when Toothless sniffed the bottle and the room, narrowing his eyes with a slight growl, but he never found the source, nothing else had been changed in his room.

A year later, he had nearly forgotten about the bottle of ink. His mind was on other things, mending the frayed edges of his and Toothless’s relationship-- it wasn’t his fault but they both needed to remember that-, making sure the tribe had enough rations to last the cold months that remained—especially if they ran long, getting Gobber to stop being pushy about his and Astrid’s relationship, building a relationship with his mother, keeping Ruffnut from harassing Eret too much, and more filled the list. But when he went to his room, still up the stairs—he couldn’t bear to take his father’s room even though he was told he could—on his table he found an intricately carved comb and case, laid out as if to show its impressive craftsmanship. Surrounded by patterns on the edges of the case, was a stylized Night Fury, missing the left tail fin. Yet, there was no trace of whoever left it. It raised his concerns for a few weeks, with the look that Toothless gave it after smelling the room, not quite furious, but definitely giving the item a suspicious glare.

Somehow, the gifts had followed him to New Berk, the same time of year, another obviously well-crafted item, a cloak pin made of gold that looked nearly woven into the shape of dragons curled around each other. This time, since in New Berk his sense of smell was better during winter compared to original Berk for some reason he couldn’t explain, he could smell a slight amount of ash and ozone. He took it to the other Dragon Riders, explaining that this was the third year in a row, that nothing else had ever changed, but Toothless had always seemed suspicious, and they had followed them. With the smell of ash, he was worried it was a threat, although it was rather expensive for a threat. For the safety of their people, they kept an eye out for clues for whomever must have followed them. They found nothing, not even any suspicious footprints outside of Hiccup and Astrid’s home.

This time, he had nearly expected the item on his table when he came back from his duties. A leather-bound book awaited him, the designed tooled into the leather made him feel like he was missing something, as if he knew what it was but couldn’t bring it to the front of his mind. Inside was details of some of the locations of useful herbs and plants within the woods and along the neighboring islands, although he was suspicious of the gifts still and the writing itself also triggered the nagging feeling as if he recognized it but couldn’t place it, he couldn’t say he was completely ungrateful. They still had much to learn about the area and knowing that Gothi and her future replacement would have the herbs she needed to take care of the tribe’s health took some of the weight off the young chief’s shoulders.

To the concern of the tribe, thunder-snow had come upon their new home, but it wasn’t the only commotion of the day. It had started slow, with Terrible Terrors flocking to Gothi all to familiarly, but over the day, the dragons had found them, as if they missed them too much to stay away even for their own safety. Toothless had greeted Hiccup with a lick all up his front, and Hiccup struggled to even pretend to be mad about it not washing out. The Light Fury had followed Toothless, but stayed away from the people, instead leading several other dragons into the woods. He couldn’t figure out what changed, or why they were back, but having his best friend back made him feel more complete, even as he argued with Toothless that they had to go back for their own safety. Toothless merely made a judging face, nudged Astrid’s stomach incredibly gently, before looking at Hiccup as if he was asking ‘You think we aren’t raising our hatchlings together?’ Hiccup stared at Astrid, question in his eyes, and grinned as she nodded back. It was only as he walked back into their room when he remembered the time of year, only reminded by the darkened silver and ruby pendant, that must have been custom due to its similarity to Toothless. He looked out the window, wondering if he could see any trace of who left it, and once again was met with nothing. But when he looked at the sky, he could have sworn he saw the shape of a Skrill with a person on its back illuminated by the lightning. The pieces clicked in his mind, the reason everything was so obviously expensive, well-crafted, the familiar handwriting-- if a bit changed, the familiar patterns, and why they had smelled faintly like ozone when he noticed it. He couldn’t be certain, he had never actually seen a trace of the man—he kept his word, but he knew.

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Headcanon time!

I dont know how it works, but Titan Wing Skrills definitely can have storms following them.

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[bluddymonster]

#FLOWKAGE

https://on.soundcloud.com/WCA4GhLTtfLd6UWM9

im here to colonize the minds of the youth that you've misled

the hat read put together am i right or am i left?

this visual demonstration

point fingers at your presentation

in a pedophilic nation

conquered by vile rapist

its a waste of back & forth

but if your hurt stay the course

you gon pay for that though

like your kids in that divorce

yes im fuckin ruthless

i'll leave this black dragon toothless

have his jaw wired shut

& unable to drink juices

go ahead call it boring and say that your snoring

them 3rd grade raps more corny than im horny

even with the one flow cant deny that im scoring

im the black cat when it come to writing stories

and these expository

stop them narratives

you got a shout from rory

that's funny not discouragin

i appreciate your courage

but you speaking about surface shit

god bless the child who has to learn shit the hardway

if u thought i would quit your in for some long days

i illicit these responses cause i spew truth like kanye

rough around the edges but never acting in a broadway

hoppin on a live speakin in such a broad sense

my heart been set since before your lil brother got hit

destiny's amusing my favorite type of entertainment

and at my GOAT arraignment we will laugh at your hatred

they dont like us

specially when you might just

mic up

& blasphemize their life till they lifeless

i'll keep it honest wit ya boy

i hate you fuckin oldheads

complaining bout the truth

though it was asked by muhammad

& i know it aint my fault

we can open the vault

go line for line

you'll get your legacy disolved

when the best of me's involved

the lesser me gets lost

that veteran minimum

just aint cutting it lil dawwww

you must be injury prone

cause the history shows

them epiphanies u had

aint changed shit at all

yall told us that this rap shit was established for the sellouts

now i echoed that statement and you wanna let a yellout ?

fuck that shit ima lay you to bed now

tuck you in nice with a pamper and some meds now

your 50 right?

how was that rectal examination?

i hope your health is amazing

but after this ass whooping

they gon have to double check ya anus

fix ya lips to diss me

yo bitch ass gon need dentures

i'll go ten for ten

you'll be the end of my adventure

the fans soul's famished

they miss when rappers were clever

you spit a fat joke

and now you falling flat forever

whats your opinion on that diddy shit?

rather hear that than these opinions bitch

put the game on me boy you know that i been killin shit

the weight on my shoulders makes me perform better bitch

call me what you want

but you cant call me a phony

thru all my worst days

i wouldn't ever look below me

to beef with anyone i dont feel is worthy

on an ig live or an ig story

the truth hurt dont it

the shoe fits dont it

i make ya mood switch

then leave you feeling broken

5 types of rappers

that we see in the game

a few worth the listens

some aint worth the plays

some tryna be lyrical

confusing syllables for message

others spit spiritual

miracles in their sentences

some sell their soul

then be rappin with a vengeance

rape the culture

then get supported by the veterans

music isnt owned

by the artist thats a fact

cant even get paid

more than a cent for your rap

but you screamin out cap

lemme spit more facts

the fact is you well respected at your craft

u respect the truth

and u appreciate the math

if they give you a percentage of a cent for a stream

that smells really similar to slavery to me

ill say this gently

since you misinterpreting heavily

if the shoe fits wear it

your medley speaks to the spirit

and you say the same thing

you gahdamn midget

what the fuck is music worth?

if we dont make no money?

that is the approach

of all these rappers who be dummies

if that shit was for you

i woulda left you a clue

you a black starr baby

i heard all your tunes

them shits inspiring

and i think the worlds spiraling

are you in a bind ?

is that why your viraling?

chasing clips consciously

i think its comedy

i'll destroy your whole colony

with my lyrical sodomy

im stomping on your playground

pushing the bullies to the ground

fuck your gatekeeping

this is my slide now

cause yall didnt back joey and he was badass

yall didnt back bishy even doom saw his talent

yall didnt back the zombies you treated em like trash bags

whole city of underachievers where the raps at?

pass the baton

or get stomped in front of your mom

and yes im spittin it calm

cause the truth in these psalms

it seem that beast coast flame

is really dying out

ice spice the hottest out

& everyline that leaves her mouth

is poop fart shit,

dont pout

their was also 6 9

and yall let that one rock

everybody on the block

was screaming the lyrics of a cop

you from a clown ass city

with rats big as birds

you can say that its gritty

its just dirty you heard

fix ya mouth to diss me

you gon end up with some dentures

on this lil adventure

ill probe you on whatever

fantastic souls famished

fishing for sumn clever

he spat a fat joke

then end up fallin flat forever

flat like the monitor

when somebody passes

the old game

was sold for the bettering of masses

anger seeping thru your pores

anytime you grab pen

tryna fix your head

to discuss everything i've said

the messenger may die

but the truth has been said

rather that then the lie's told

like rap hasn't been sold to its end

if you take the truth to heart

maybe its cause the shoe fits

but i'd never defend something

that i thought wasn't legit

rather bite my tongue

& keep the air in my lungs

then waste my time on lines of lie's

from someone white as a dove

i try to stay congruent

to the part of me that loves you

all the portions of my hate

have been healed by these tussle's

im not no russel simmons

but my meditation is in rhythm's

singing lavish hymms

about tryna change the system

polution of the mind

they want the tea like lipton

but i make the world tremble

with the truth when im spitting

anytime i utter words

their on the edge of their chairs

[dragondevinity]

Immortal Hiccup pt 7/8/9

Chapter seven

We start off with Tuffnut walking up to hiccup, “Hey hiccy, so when yah gonna tell the village about you and toothless” Tuffnut stated casually surprising Hiccup, “W-what do you mean” Hiccup stated attempting to act innocently, “C’mon me and my sister know about you two being mates, I mean you aren’t very good at hiding it, I mean you’re not as subtle as you’re attempting to act” Tuffnut said matter of factly, “fine you caught me, but please don’t say anything to the village, I plan on telling them soon” Hiccup pleaded to Tuffnut, “I wasn’t going to tell the village, neither was my sister, also your other secret is safe as well” he stated calmly.

“Wait what other secret???” Hiccup said startled, “the whole you being immortal and knowing how to speak to dragons thing, also the speaking to dragons thing was known by the whole village already” Tuffnut stated just as calmly as before, “so why did no one ask me if I actually knew how to-, anyway back to the topic, y-ou knew I was immortal? Since when and how??” Hiccup spluttered exasperated, “I mean talking to dragons was easy to find out for everyone in the village, and to answer about how me and my sister knew about you being immortal, we heard you talking to Toothless about it but we kept out mouths shut” Tuffnut explained, “Thank you and Ruffnut for keeping it a secret Tuffnut” Hiccup Stated, to which Tuffnut smiled and nodded.

Sorry for the short chapter but I’ll make the next at least the normal amount of words I do!! Have a lovely day and I hope you enjoyed!!!!

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Chapter 8

It was a lovely day on the island of Berk, you could see two dragons flying over that nearly had been forgotten, Hiccups sister and Heather were back…

“The Daughter of the Chiefs home!!” Gobber announced loudly, people gathered starting to ask questions about her and Heathers adventures beyond the waters of the archipelago.

“My goodness what Happened since I left 6 months ago???” Hiccups sister stated to Gobber, Hiccup and Stoick, “so about that…” Hiccup says slightly scared.

After explaining what exactly happened to Berk, and how Toothless became the alpha of the dragons, she was utterly stunned, “Lilith, sister are you…. ok?” Hiccup stated concerned due to her being stunned for over 5 minutes, “Wait, Moms back?????” She stated going from stunned to happy in and instant, “My girl is all grown up, I’m so proud” Valka stated with warmth in her heart for her child while embracing her crying, “I’m so happy you’re back mom, me and Hiccup missed you so much!!” Lilith said crying happily, “and I missed you both just as much my children” Valka said still embracing Lilith while waving Hiccup to come join there little hug pile, which he gladly did and then Stoick joined soon after. The Family is back together.

“So did Hiccup finally start dating Toothless and tell everyone he was Immortal...?”

To be continued…

Have a lovely day!!!

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Chapter 9

“W-what?!?!” Hiccup questioned, “ok so to the first question yes, but no one besides Stoick, me, Gobber or the dragons knew… and to the second question the answer is no one except me and Toothless were told” Valka said slightly panicked, this instantly clicked into everyone’s minds, it made sense that Hiccup was immortal somehow, no one questioned that in the slightest, but dating Toothless, there was only one thing to be said… “Hiccup why didn’t you tell us you and Toothless got together???” Astrid asked furiously, Hiccup began backing up while spluttering nonsense excuses, then he ran, this caused everyone to laugh at the sight of him being chased by Astrid across the village.

“Well it’s about time, I swear I thought they would never confess, I’m glad they finally did” Lilith said getting nods from Stoick, Valka and Gobber.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter, I’ll most likely start into the third movie next chapter, have a lovely day bye!!

[rosie-rosem]

i needed you

❥ pairing: nonidol!dad!heeseung x fem!reader!mom

❥ genre: married!au, parents!au, angst & fluff

❥ summary: with so much going on in your lives, one of you were destined to forget about something, but did it have to be on the day you needed him most?

❥ warnings: mentions of dementia, angst, crying, stress, grammatical errors, not proofread, lowercase, lmk if i missed something!!

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WC: 1.6k

A/N: hi i’m back with a new hee fic!!! i had a lot of fun writing this and i really hope everyone enjoys! i love writing hee dad fics they make my heart warm bro :( anyways, sorry for the wait (once again) lol. ALSO, I FINISHED THIS AT LIKE 3 AM SO IF THERE ARE A LOT OF ERRORS PLZ UNDERSTAND!! <33

you had been pretty stressed all week leading up to today, your mom had been having problems remembering things for the past few months so you decided to bring her to the doctor to get a few check ups.

however doing this meant that you weren’t going to be able to pick up your daughter, sun-ji up from school like you usually do.

you woke up early, starting the day of on a good note. “hey baby” heeseung said, walking over to you in the kitchen while you were fixing together sun-ji’s lunch. “morning” you gave him a little smile. “don’t forget that i need you to pick up ji from school today, okay?” you said, kissing his cheek after you packed up her lunch. “don’t worry, everything will go smoothly today babe” he rubbed you arm softly, comforting you. “i hope so” you let out a deep breath.

after you got a few things done around the house, you woke up sun-ji and got her ready for the day. she is in kindergarten grade this year, her first year of school. It has been going well so far, she’s a bit shy but once she is comfortable with you she’s more open and playful. your baby is growing up so quickly, you couldn’t believe it.

“mommy, are you seeing grandma today?” she wrapped her arms around your neck as you carried her to the car. “mh” you nodded, smiling at the girl while buckling her into her seat. “no fair, i want to see grandma too” she pouted. “you can see her soon, but not today, she’s busy today.” you patted her head before closing the car door.

“have a good day ji, i love you” you waved goodby to her. “bye mommy” she gave a somewhat toothless smile. She had lost her first tooth a few weeks ago and was so proud.

the easy part was done, now it was time for the hard part.

after you picked up your mom and got the the doctors office, you were both quickly brought into the room. the doctor asked a few simple questions regarding your mom and her memory, nothing too bad. you comforted your mom the whole time because you knew that she must be suffering the most.

your mood immediately dropped…

your mom had been diagnosed with dementia. Her doctor pulled you aside and explained how her dementia was most likely caused due to depression.

you had lost your dad to age over 2 years ago, so it could have started forming just recently. You felt your moms pain, you felt useless that there was nothing you could do to help her. she would just continue to lose her memory as her life went on.

it was around 3:30 pm when you finally dropped off your mom back home with your aunt, whom she lives with when you suddenly got a call. “hello” you answered. “yes this is sun-jis mom” you started to panic when you realized it was sun-jis school calling. “what?!” you said, suprised. “okay, yes i’m coming.” you quickly ended the call and started heading to her school.

you got you of the car to see your daughter waiting outside with her teacher, tears streaming down her face. “mommy” she ran over to you, crying. “why are you crying baby?” you wiped her tears but she just continues to sob. “because i thought you forgot about me” she cried. seeing her cry so hard made you want to start crying, you were already so emotional after everything that happened earlier. however, you felt more angry than anything.

how could heeseung just forget about her? you reminded him so many times that week and even this morning. but even so, you didn’t want sun-ji to blame this on her dad. “i’m so sorry baby, i didn’t forget you, i just had to drop grandma off before i came.” you somewhat lied, moving the hair out of her face. her pout eventually got smaller “oh okay, i believe you” she hugged you tightly, you sighed in return. “let’s go home, hm?” you picked her up, she nodded along before waving goodbye to her teacher.

It was around 4:30 pm by the time you got home which meant heeseung should be on his way home. you were beyond mad, how could he forget so easily. you were having a hard enough time with everything that was happening with your mom. “mommy, can i watch a movie” sun-ji asked, tugging on the hem of your jacket. you nodded “sure love” you sighed, still feeling frustrated and stressed. what if the school couldn’t get in contact with you or heeseung? sun-ji would’ve just been there all alone by herself.

you tried to not think to hard over your moms diagnosis and focus on getting dinner prepared. the time slowly got closer to when heeseung should be getting home, you were finishing up dinner, setting up the table. no matter how either of you felt that day you always had dinner at the table as a family.

the door swung open revealing a drained looking heeseung. you had prepared everything and sat down at the table with sun-ji, waiting for heeseung to sit down soon after coming in.

As soon as heeseung walked in the house it felt different, he didn’t hear you playing with or talking to sun-ji, it was silent. something was up. He made his way over to the table before sitting down across from you and sun-ji. “how are my girls?” he said, reaching over to pat sun-his head before looking at you. “i’m good daddy” sun-ji smiled. “and you momma?” heeseung asked, turning to you, waiting for your answer. “i’m fine” you gave a short and sour answer, not feeling up to talking to much, especially to him i that moment.

“eat up sun-ji” you helped sun-ji cut her food, avoiding any contact from heeseung. he just quietly ate his food, assuming you weren’t in much of a talking mood.

“can i go grab my special cup?” sun-ji asked. “of course, go grab it quickly” you replied before she hopped off her seat and ran off. “how was your day?” heeseung asked, taking a bite of his food. “fine” you said, continue to keep your attention on the food. “did something happen babe?” heeseung felt confused by your actions. “did you forget something today?” you finally looked him in the eye, obviously angry about something. “hm?” he hummed in confusion. sun-ji came running back “mommy i think i left my cup in the car from when you picked me up” she pouted, you looked from her to heeseung before grabbing your keys to go get her cup.

while all of this happened, heeseungs’ memory slowly came back. he had forgotten to pick up sun-ji from school.

once you came back from the car, you gave sun-ji her cup and sat back down. “babe i’m so sorry, i can’t believe i forgot.” heeseung pleaded, hoping you would understand. “i don’t wanna hear it right now heeseung” you sighed, finishing up your food. you stood up, heading to the kitchen to clean up your dishes, only for heeseung to get up and follow you. “baby please, i’m sorry, i don’t know how it slipped my mind” he placed his hand on your hip, trying to turn you to face him, only to fail. “yeah i want to know how too heeseung, i really needed you today.” you said, pushing him aside.

heeseung knew he messed up…

a few hours had passed, you continued to ignore your husbands actions toward you. you had put sun-ji to bed, giving her a kiss on the forehead “night mommy, don’t be too mean to daddy” she said, holding your hand tight. you sighed “night love bug” you smiled at her before leaving her room.

you walked into your room, heeseung standing right beside the door. you looked up at him before walking past him. “is there anything i can do to make it up to you” heeseung said, he followed you around like a puppy all night. “i just want to get rest heeseung, let’s just go to bed.” he sighed in return, feeling defeated.

you went to bed back facing him, avoiding him at all costs, so how did you end up like this?

when you woke up the next day you were practically all over him. face resting under his chin, leg wrapped around his, arms entangled with his. you sighed, looking up at him. he slept so peacefully, he looked so pretty, thoughts like these ran through your mind.

you slowly removed your body from his, only for him to pull you in closer. “don’t” he whispered. “don’t what?” you asked. “don’t leave” he replied, finally opening his eyes.

“did something else happen yesterday?” he asked, playing with your hair softly, you avoided his eye contact. “baby, look at me” he said, you looked at him. “what happened?” he asked, your eyes slowly started watering, “mom got diagnosed with dementia” you sniffled. “oh my gosh, i’m so sorry love” he said, giving you a tight hug.

“i just…really needed you yesterday” you cried into his chest. he frowned “i know, i’m sorry i wasn’t there for you, for sun-ji.” he moved his hand under your shirt and rubbed you back. his hand were warm, making your heart rate slow down. “your a mom will be okay” he said, you sniffled “i hope so.” he looked down at you, wiping your tears with his hand.

“are we okay?” he asked, you nodded in return. “yeah” you said, moving closer to his face and giving him a kiss on the lips. he wrapped his arms around your back, deepening the kiss. “mommy daddy can i come in” sun-ji pouted at the door. “come in ji” you said, she quickly came in and hopped on the bed almost immediately. “my baby girl is so big” heeseung sat up and tackled her onto the bed, tickling the girl. her giggled echoed through the room.

all you needed was them..

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© rosie-rosem

your writing is so good! need more baby daddy heeseung fics with angst 🥲

YOO YESSS!!! and tysm i appreciate your words sm you don’t even know! I was literally gonna write another heeseung dad fic because i loved writing “i know” sm, hopefully soon!!

[wint3r-h3art]

hi, how are you?

could you do something about Strange and the reader with a daughter? I don't know what exactly, but something cute.

thank you and i love your works💖

No Portal! | Dad! Stephen Strange

Word count: 1.1K

A/N: OMG I'm back on my bullshit again! What a fun thing to write, trying to ease back into my groove! Thank you so much for sending this in! I hope it's fluffy enough 💛 Also, Y/N is from another fic. Let me know if you know where she's from! If you enjoyed this lil blurb, comment and reblog is greatly appreciated 🥺👉👈

Stephen’s eyes fixed on the ceiling. His ears trained on the slight tapping on the Sanctum floor, following it closely. 

A soft giggle could be heard on the other side of the library, and the Cloak of Levitation quickly dislodged from him and quickly made its way to where the noise came from. Stephen followed not too far behind, sprinting as his life depended on it–Well, his life depended on it.

“Vivi?” he called out. His voice echoed inside the small library.

No answer.

His dark brows pulled into a slight frown as his piercing eyes scanned through the darkness.

“Vivi?” he called out again as he took a few steps forward. 

A loud giggle erupted inside the quiet room as Stephen spotted the Cloak of Levitation was now around the small child, who looked quite ecstatic by the prospect of being flying around the room. He couldn’t help but smile, but at the same time, if you knew about this, he would get in so much trouble.

“Vivi, what did daddy tell you about running off by yourself?” he knelt down till he was at eye level with her. The collar of the Cloak of Levitation patted her head gently before it unclasped itself around Vivi, and moved back to Stephen. He thanked the cloak softly under his breath.

 Vivian Donna Strange, Stephen’s five-year-old daughter beamed him a toothless smile, swaying her body left and right as she looked at her father. Her small hands clutched the edge of her shirt, a habit that seemed to imitate you when you get nervous. Stephen could feel his iced fortress of a heart melt when he looked at her. 

She was a cross between you and Strange. Her smile reminded him too much of you that Strange has a tough time saying no to her. Wong always joked that Vivi had Strange wrapped around her little finger, and he wasn’t wrong about it.

“That Vivi shouldn’t,” she said with a slight lisp from missing a front tooth. 

“And what did you do instead?” he asked, trying to act like he was reprimanding her, but in reality, he was trying his hardest to not pull her into a hug and perhaps take her to their favorite ice cream shop.

“Running off by myself,” she said almost so shyly that Stephen had to clamp his lips together to form a straight line, trying to contain his smile. 

“What do you have to say about it, hmm?”

“I was bored, daddy! I thought uncle Wong will be here soon,” she pouted. 

Stephen sighed before he picked her up in his arms. “Well, uncle Wong is a busy man. You just have to behave and wait for him.”

“But daddy can take us to meet him, no?”

“Mommy said no portal though,” he reminded her.

“But mommy is not here….” she grinned mischievously. “I won’t tell mommy if you won’t tell mommy,” she winked.

Stephen let out a laugh. “Since when do you know how to bargain?!”

She shrugged. “Well, uncle Wong said I got it from you.”

Stephen was about to open his mouth, but decided it was best to not say anything. Of course, Wong would out him like this.

“Fine. Just this once. If she knows about it, you and I will be in so much trouble,” he muttered.

“More like you will, daddy,” she mumbled.

Stephen sighed. She wasn’t wrong. “Well, do you wanna go see uncle Wong or not?”

Vivi nodded.

Stephen sighed before he slid his fingers into the slinky and motioned his hand to open the portal that lead to the Karmar-Taj courtyard.

“Remember, you promise not to tell mommy,” Stephen said as he took a step out of the portal.

“Tell me what?” you asked with your arms behind your back.

“Mommy!” Vivi jumped from Stephen’s arms and ran straight to you, you knelt down and quickly welcomed her embrace before you picked her up in your arms. Your eyes are still trained on your husband.

“Darling, what are you doing here?” Stephen asked, feeling a bit nervous now that he got caught.

“She was showing me how to make those cookies…What are you and Vivi doing here, Strange?”

“Vivi got impatient and wanted to see you….”

“So you come here through the portal…like I asked you not to…,” you asked. You could see the guilty look on his face.

“Mommy, it’s not daddy’s fault. I asked him to bring Vivi here because I miss uncle Wong.” 

“Awww, uncle Wong misses you too, Vivi. Come here,” Wong said as he took Vivi from you. 

“What took you so long?” Vivi frowned. 

“Well, uncle Wong wanted to surprise you with cookies…that’s why mommy is here to help him.”

“Oh,” was all Vivi could say before looking at you then at Stephen. She noticed the look you were giving Strange and said, “well, we can make them together,” she chirped, trying to diffuse the tension between you and Strange. “Right daddy?”

“Sure, sweetie. If mommy promise to not be mad at daddy, that is,” he said as he kept his eyes on you before his gaze turned to Vivi.

“Mommy, please promise daddy that you won’t be mad at him.”

You chewed your lips for a moment before you sighed. Clearly, your daughter won on this one. “I promise.”

“Yay! Let’s go make cookies!” she clapped cheerfully before she and Wong headed inside while you and Stephen remained out here.

“Stephen…,” you started, but quickly got cut off by your husband.

“Ah ahh, you promised our daughter that you won’t be mad at me,” he pointed out. His eyes glimmered under the sunlight. 

A knowing smile etched on his handsome feature as he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you till you were flushed by his side. “You can take it out on me later,” he winked and you smacked his chest. 

Stephen caught your hand before placing a soft kiss on your knuckle. “I’m sorry for not listening to you, but as you can see, she was the boss, and she made the executive decision.”

“Promise me next time, you’ll be stronger,” you looked at him under your lashes, and Stephen could feel himself losing a battle again. 

“Darling, I can’t promise you, but I can try. She’s awfully good at bargaining if you can’t tell it already.”

You giggled. “The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree after all.”

Stephen sighed in defeat as he walked you back inside. 

“No. No, it doesn’t.”