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chapter four

i’ll tell you the truth but never goodbye

a/n: i hope this chapter makes you cry 😂

tw: there’s a bit of angst, and definitely lots of fluff. y/n struggling with being a single mum. mason being a gorgeous mf. lily being the cutest human, lots of lily appreciation too.

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It didn’t come as a surprise to see Jaz keeping her promise to support you as best as she could - you got daily FaceTime calls, texts, and Instagram DMs. You got post-ballet dinners and ice cream, the four of you becoming closer each day - Lily and Summer were inseparable now, and you had Jaz not getting tired of telling you she felt like you’d become the sister she never had.

Not being able to control where your thoughts went, your mind made you question a few times how it would’ve been having this extra support when you were pregnant, and you asked yourself if you’d ever stop being hunted by the countless what-ifs of yours and Lily’s life. You had to stop and take a deep breath and just force yourself to focus on all the wonderful things that were happening now, and how much you wanted them to still be this way when it was time to tell Mason, and everyone else.

Despite having Jaz reassure you that things would end up well, Mason was pretty much unknown territory to you, emotionally speaking - yes, you gave birth to his “mini-me”, but that was no guarantee that you were able to predict him. Not knowing what to expect should’ve made you stay as far away as possible from him, but after you had a text message from Jaz sharing the big news that Mason would be at the ballet recital, while you watched your daughter roll her eyes in the delight as she devoured the pancakes and strawberries on her plate, you decided to reply to that message he had sent you weeks ago.

What you didn’t expect was for him to reply within less than a minute.

“Mummy, are you okay?” Lily had her eyebrows frowned at you, she curiously scanned your probably pale face as your heart pounded against your chest. A simple nod was enough for her to focus back on the pancakes, but also give you occasional and quick glares as your shaky hands tightly held the phone.

You barely had any appetite left as you felt your stomach dropping when Mason texted that - so, he wanted to see you. It wasn’t time yet, at least, it didn’t feel like it. But should the ballet recital be the best place to meet him? Would you be able to act surprised and sustain casualty at that meeting that’d be sort of arranged by his sister?

So many questions and insecurity surrounded you whenever Mason was on your mind, and having to look into Lily’s hazel eyes, her smile, and everything else on her that was his copy only made it worse for you - it was nearly suffocating, and you just needed a mother and daughter moment to focus on anyone but Lilian.

“Peanut,” you poked her tummy, making her giggle. “Why don’t we have a girl's afternoon today, huh? Museum, whatever you want for lunch and we can wrap it with skincare and Moana!”

Lily stood on the chair - your instinct making you hold her arm - and made her little celebration dance, still chewing the pancake, her dark brown soft curls bouncing. That vision completely took your breath away, you often couldn’t believe such a precious girl was your daughter.

Not that all of your days weren’t already hers, but dedicating a whole day off to Lily was your favourite thing to do. When she was just a baby, you often imagined how these days would be, with your little best friend and soulmate, on coffee dates and nights where you’d light up a scented candle and read her a book. The way your voice soothed her was Lily’s favourite thing, combined with your smell. It made her feel safe like nothing could ever harm her. In her dreams, her daddy joined the two of you - she couldn’t see his face but could feel the warmth of his hand holding hers and his laugh was the best sound in the world. Lily wondered if she’d ever meet him, the only thing she knew and was happy about was the fact that she looked like him, as you’ve told her countless times.

Careful not to lose Lily from your sight as she walked three steps in front of you, her eyes not sure what she wanted to focus her attention on at the museum, your mind went back to Mason’s last words to you that morning. So, he wanted to apologise for the way he treated you. Part of you felt good about it, that he had finally recognised what a complete twat he had been, but the other part of you just thought how that made no difference now - it was in the past. Not buried, since your past with him had taken the most angelic human form, but it wouldn’t change things. It was all about the future now.

For lunch, Lily insisted on spaghetti, her all-time favourite food. You had to persuade her a bit to eat a bit of protein too because pasta would make her feel hungry again by the afternoon, and you knew how much she hated being hungry right before taking a nap - your persuasion included the word dessert, so not much time was wasted trying to convince her to accept some chicken with her pasta.

Your phone buzzed with a real-time picture of Jaz and Summer by the time you had just bought a gorgeous bouquet of yellow roses, Lily’s favourite. She insisted that a good girls’ night would only be complete if you had fresh roses, that she wanted to carry herself. You quickly snapped a picture of her and sent it to Jaz, asking why they’d have to grow up so fast and that her niece was insufferable.

“Can you please behave like a child and not like an adult, Lilian Maisie?” like a little kid, you pouted, suddenly emotional to see so much wit and wisdom in your tiny human.

Lily giggled, “Mummy!” she held your hand, placing a soft kiss against it and walking according to your pace. “Can we go home now?” You nodded, quickly fetching an Uber to drive you home.

By the time you got there, she was already heavily sleeping in your arms as you clumsily also carried your purse and the flowers, and tried to open the door without troubling her sleep - if it was up to you, you’d find a way for mums to have an extra pair of arms, they’d definitely be useful in times like these.

You knew Lily wouldn’t sleep that much, so the sofa was where you put her before putting the roses in the water and getting rid of your coat. It was almost dark outside, so you also started to prepare the apartment for movie night. Your little girl woke up with a loud yawn that was followed by a wide smile when she noticed the blankets and pillows on the floor, some candies in a bowl, and fruits too, which were her favourite snacks.

“Matching pyjamas?” you winked at her and giggled as Lily nodded repeatedly, stretching her arms at you so you’d carry her to the bedroom.

A few minutes later you were cuddling under the blankets and watching Moana for the millionth time. You fell asleep shortly before the film ended and were quickly followed by Lily as she hummed an “I love you, mummy” and kissed the tip of your nose.

Despite not being the most comfortable place for your back to spend the night, there was no other place you’d rather be right now, holding your daughter's warm and small body - the smell of her strawberry shampoo and the pace of her calm breathing taking you to a place where no nightmares, no worries, would catch you in your sleep. You woke up in the middle of the night when she moved a bit and, after watching her sleep for a few minutes, finally turned off the TV and quickly texted Mason before going back to sleep.

When you woke up, there was a message from Jaz saying that they’d all go out for dinner after the ballet recital, and as hard as it was, you had to politely decline for you’d have a little celebration with your own family in a pre-Christmas party since a few members wouldn’t be joining at Foxwoods this year. And that you wouldn’t be able to be around Mason before telling him all the truth, which led to you telling her that he had reached you and you agreed to talk. She went from upset to hopeful in the blink of an eye.

As you prepared for the recital, you had to deal with an impatient and bossy Lily - combined with stress from work, that you had to forcefully turn into home office for the Holidays, the exhaustion that took over your body grew by the minute. It resulted in calling your mum for help, who showed up with your dad on her side by your door.

“You know she’d ask for me anyway, kid!” Your always cheerful father rubbed his hands together as he went straight for his granddaughter, who waited for him with her arms up, waiting to be spun around like a doll. You loved how your dad, a serious and famous lawyer, turned so soft whenever Lily was around - and now, how he’d cope with having to eventually “share” her with her other grandfather.

“Where do you need me to begin, amor?” Your mother’s heavy Colombian accent woke you up, and a sigh of relief parted your lips as you pulled her into a hug. “What is wrong, bebe? Tell your mamá,” Her hands softly stroked your back as you just closed your eyes and enjoyed being the daughter instead of being the mum.

“It’s nothing, I’m just exhausted. I thought that being one of the bosses would give me more free time but it’s just more work, and Lily is insufferable with this recital thing,” you sniffed. “I’m so glad it’s finally tomorrow.”

But you also weren’t, because it meant you’d see Mason after five years.

If anyone told you that your daughter’s ballet recital would be the place you’d almost certainly meet her father again, especially without him being the father of another kid there, you’d just roll your eyes and leave - as you stood in front of your closet, not sure about what to wear, your mind played tricks on you creating different scenarios on how that meeting would go. There was so much expectation from you, so much anxiety to see how Mason would react. He thought you’d meet for coffee sometime soon, not at a ballet recital where you were the mother of one of the kids.

Much to your relief, Willow arrived at your place right on time to save you from a breakdown over “what to wear to meet the father of my daughter after five years without looking like an exhausted mother, but also drop-dead gorgeous, and respectful”.

“Lord, that’s specific!” Willow screeched, not really helping you, in the end. “Why do you want to impress him anyway?”

“Willie, I know you’re smarter than this,” you replied as she just shrugged, still waiting for an answer. You got a positive reaction when you picked a knit burgundy dress, so you tried it on and what you saw in the mirror made you satisfied. “The next time I see him it’ll be to tell him the truth, so he needs a good first second impression.”

“His first impression of you was good enough,” she teased, watching your cheeks blush as she helped to remove the dress tag. “But you’re wearing a brand new dress for him tonight, so I’m sure the second impression will be just as good.”

“Stop it, silly. You know it’s not like this, and he doesn’t know it’s a new dress.”

Willow kept teasing you with her glares and smirks as the five of you drove to the small theatre rented for the night by the ballet studio, it was already a bit crowded when you got there and you rushed to take Lily to the backstage, where all her ballet friends greeted her in excitement. It truly was the cutest thing in the world, those little humans in their tutus, giggling and chatting like they were grown-ups.

With a quick and wet kiss on your daughter’s cheek - that made her adorably embarrassed - and a hug on Summer, you told the girls how wonderful they were and left to find your family. You quickly spotted Willow and Jaz laughing about something that made you curious, and although you were happy to see Jasmine, you also hoped it’d take a little longer to meet her and, potentially, the rest of her family. And Mason, to be more specific.

“He’s not here yet,” like she could read your mind, Jaz’s words caused you to sigh in relief. “You look gorgeous, by the way!”

Smiling at her, you softly stroked her bump. “You too, pretty mumma.”

As the lights dimmed down, announcing that the recital would begin soon, you and Willow parted ways from Jaz to meet your family. Your dad held your hand and gently squeezed it, his eyes already sparkling with tears - the truth was you couldn’t have done it without your parents, but your dad was something else. It was expected that being showered with affection would be something you’d get from your mum, who was a Latina, but you got it all from your dad because, according to him, you were the result of how much he adored your mum and Lily was an extension of that. His legacy, as he’d say. He never questioned your choices, the way you raised your daughter, nor why you never talked about who Lily’s father was. The respect your parents had for you was overwhelming, and that’s why you’d tell the whole truth tonight as soon as Lily was peacefully asleep.

When the five-year-olds act began, you were the one ready to let some tears roll down your cheeks. There she was, your Lilian Maisie, as beautiful as ever on her first ballet performance - something you never truly expected, since she had always been the adventurous type of kid. But you watched her balance it so perfectly that you often questioned if she was just five years old, and also how she’d be as a grown woman. As she danced, you had a clear vision of Lily in her early twenties. She was tall, her hair was a bit darker now but the soft curls were still there and so was the natural flush on her cheeks. She was beautiful and finally looked a bit more like you, but Mason’s smile was still there. She was kind, full of hope, funny, gracious and so smart. She was loved by everyone around her and made their lives better by simply existing.

When her act ended, you proudly stood up and clapped your hands as if your life relied on it. Her eyes scanned the audience, looking for you, and when she finally found you her face lit up and that smile you loved so much was there, making your heart melt. “I love you,” you mumbled, and she just winked at you.

Gosh, there was no way Mason wouldn’t love this girl to the point his heart would nearly explode. You wanted him to have it too.

Excusing yourself as the older girls got on stage, you went to the bathroom to fix your makeup. As you looked at yourself in the mirror, you searched for your phone and, with a courage you hadn’t felt in the longest time, you typed a quick message to Mason asking if he’d be willing to meet the next day, in the afternoon.

What you didn’t expect was to find him right outside, holding his phone with a wide smile on his lips.

Mason Mount looked as gorgeous as he’d ever been - you could smell his cologne even if you were at least ten steps away from him. Wearing black jeans, and a Dior sweater that made him look breathtakingly gorgeous, Mason ended the distance between you as you felt your heart beating faster each second. He was still holding his phone when he stopped in front of you.

“I literally just texted you back saying yes,” he ran his fingers through his hair and that was as sexy as you remembered. Mason had a beard now, and although he was still young, the wrinkles on the corners of his eyes were more evident now. “You’re the last person I thought I’d meet here.”

You nodded, forcing your brain to put some words together. “You too.” Lie. But you had to make it look like it was just a coincidence.

“You look incredible, Y/n,” Mason said under his breath, his eyes shamelessly scanning your outfit. That same pair of eyes was your favourite thing to look at every morning. Now you knew what Willow meant when she said that Lily and Mason were identical - how could he not notice when they met? “There’s so much I wanna say to you,” he continued.

“Save it for tomorrow.” You interrupted, not wanting to sound rude, and Mason nodded in agreement.

“Can I pick you up around 3?”

“I think we should meet there.” You said, thinking of how suffocating and awkward it’d be being inside a car with him after all these years. “There’s a nice place I usually go with my dau-,” you coughed, watching his brows frown. “With my best friend. I’ll text you the address and we’ll meet there.”

Then, all of a sudden, Mason pulled you into a hug. His warmth against your body melted your heart, and you could feel how his breath deepened as his arms tightened around your figure. “I’ll meet you there, so I can decently apologise for being a complete idiot to someone incredible like you.”

His words were all you needed to know for sure that this wouldn’t be easy.

Was he being genuine, or was he just trying to get into your pants like he did back then? Either way, things were immensely different now, for this wasn’t just about you and Mason anymore.

This was about her - Lily. It was about her future, her happiness, how his presence in her life would have a tremendous impact on how she’d develop and what kind of adult she’d be. Nothing would ever be the same, and there was nowhere to run.

This was going to be tough.

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moshpitgamma · 4 months

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i absolutely adore the way you write viva <333 I’d love to hear your nsfw headcanons ;)

Omggg thank you☺️ and I’ve been thinking bout it for sometime and thank you for FINALLY requesting it🤍🤎

Viva x Reader||NSFW Headcannons

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🌸Viva is totally into overstimulation. She will make you cum about 5 times before she gives you mercy.

🌸This woman is a sneaky fuck and will tease you just to see your baffled reaction.

🌸Viva kinks are hair pulling, edging, bdsm, and overstimulation

🌸She will take any risks she wants to do or you want to try out. If you want to try public sex, she’s all here for it.

🌸Her turn ons are you wearing her clothes, you getting overly excited like her, you giving her physical attention to her hair or face (She is REALLYYYY touch starved)

🌸When it comes to doing the do, she is into semi-sloppy sex. She will want to make a mess of you but wanna make it a little easier to clean up afterwards

🌸Viva is a switch but leans towards topping. If you want to be the top, she will let you, but once she sees you bottoming out, she is flipping y’all over and taking the reigns

🌸She prefers using her mouth and fingers, but when she uses a strap, you’re a loud moaning mess. Y’all can’t tell me she won’t handle a strap like she does it on a regular.

🌸She’s loud when having sex but knows when to be quiet when she has to.

🌸She’s more of a gentle dom but isn’t afraid to be mean when she has to. “Cmon my princess/prince/baby. You can take it, since you’ve been a fucking brat today.”

🌸I headcannon she’s also very flexible so she’s always putting her s/o into some sort of imaginative poses when pounding their guts.

🌸(pretend they have phones) She’s the type to record or take a picture of you while y’all are fucking or she’s giving you head to watch it later when she’s in the mood.

🌸She lovessss when you leave marks or scratch marks on her. She wears them as little trophies from her s/o. But don’t think she won’t mark you right back up.🤫

🌸If you wear anything pink or her type of styled lingerie, she’s gonna have you drugged up on her by the early morning.

🌸Viva can last up to 4-5 rounds because of her high metabolism and her high energy. If you get tired in between SHES giving you 30 minutes to catch your breath and she’s back on you again.

🌸WILL NOT AGREE TO HURT YOU!!! She’s only ok with spanking, but anything else is a hard ass NO!

🌸During the do she is very funny and makes jokes, but keeps it semi-serious if y’all are deep in the mood.

🌸When she’s in the mood she gets more physical and she pays more attention to you and your movements. She will also start grabbing on you and making her kisses more passionate.

🌸Viva keeps herself maintained down there and she’s kinda ok with being bald, but she prefers to have a little maintained bush down there.

🌸She is the queen of aftercare. She’s rubbing your body from the soreness, running a bubble bath, making your favorite snack, bringing you your favorite drink, and if you’re still up she’s cuddling you while watching a Disney movie (Moana or The Princess and the Frog.)

THATSSSS ALLL and I literally wrote this off of 2 hours of sleep and a badass headache so I hope y’all enjoy this☺️😮‍💨GAMMA OUT

#viva trolls #trolls x reader #trolls #trolls band together #trolls 3 #trolls viva #trolls viva x reader #viva x reader

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svechnikovvv · 1 year

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ice cream

pairing: dad!quinn hughes x mom!fem!reader

warnings: nothing!

summary: quinn is left to pick up you guys’ son from practice while you ran errands

a/n: doing this to avoid my calc work

masterlist: here

you had some errands to run, so you had quinn pick up you guys’ son rhett from hockey practice.

quinn walks into the rink, somewhat familiar with it when he would come to help coach the pee-wees. he stands by the entrance of the ice, watching the kids who were waiting for their parents skate around.

he was so ecstatic when rhett came to him and said he wanted to do hockey. the atmosphere and the thrill of being on the ice was amazing and he was so glad he had something to share with his son.

“dad, i’m hungry.” yep, that’s his kid.

“hi hungry, i’m dad.” rhett gives quinn a straight face. for a five year old, he had a lot of sass. he definitely got that from you, quinn likes to believe.

quinn chuckles and crouches down so that he’s eye-level with him. his brown hair that he got from quinn was stuck to his forehead due to sweat. he was clutching his helmet in his right hand and in his left was his hockey stick.

“rhett, bud, we haven’t even left the rink yet.” rhett frowns and walks to where his stuff is. quinn waits for him, watching the others skate around. rhett shortly returns and he says bye to his coach and the other kids. taking his hand, quinn and him head to the car. rhett hoists himself into the car and quinn makes sure he’s buckled into his booster seat.

quinn’s not even buckled into his seat before rhett’s asking him a question.

“can we get ice cream?”

“you know what mommy says about having dessert before dinner.” rhett’s face contorts into a deep frown and in that moment, he swears rhett looks more like you than him. even though you like to say otherwise.

“buttttt, if we get ice cream, you can’t tell mommy, okay?” rhett perks up and nods his head excitedly. he knew that he was gonna get an earful from you when he got home.

soon, the two of them arrive at the small parlor and are heading inside.

“hi, can i get one chocolate cone and…” quinn looks down at rhett to see him trying to look over the counter at the flavors. he picks him up and watches his eyes scan the flavors.

“rocky road!”

“hey, what’s the magic word?” quinn nudges him

“please?” the worker behind the counter laughs and nods, making their cones as they stand there and wait. they then hand the two cones to the two and they take them, sitting down at a booth.

“so what’d you do at practice?”

“practiced passing pucks. i told coach i can score the goals on my own, but he said teamwork makes the dream work.” rhett sighs out, making his dad laugh.

“he’s right, bud. sometimes i don’t like passing the puck either, but your team is one of the most important things there is in hockey.” rhett sits there and thinks for a minute.

“i guess i’ll start passing the puck.” quinn softly smiles and the two of them finish their ice cream before they’re back in the car on the way home. they jammed out to the moana soundtrack (which mainly consisted of rhett playing you’re welcome on repeat).

you car is parked in the driveway when the two of them arrive home. rhett unbuckles his seatbelt and he bolts inside.

“mommy, dad gave me ice cream!” quinn’s eyes widen and he slowly walks inside.

“oh did he?” he heard your voice from the kitchen. he decides to man up and round the corner and he sees you standing there with rhett propped on your hip.

“did he tell you about practice today?” he tries to change the subject, acting as if he didn’t just hear his own spawn snitch on him (talk about betrayal).

“he did not. but he did tell me you bought him ice cream.” damnit.

“i know, i know. but i figured just one time won’t hurt.” you sigh

“you’re right. it won’t hurt. but if he can’t go to sleep tonight, you’re staying awake with him until he does.” quinn nods, walking over to you and placing a kiss on your forehead.

“it’s a lot better than the couch.” this elicits a laugh out of you and quinn smiles. he loved his little family.

tags: @goldenbrokenheart @marsthehockeywhore @woodruff-edwards @samosmackie @hughesx3 @jayda12 @theywantedplayer @austinbutlerscaresme @jackhues @jackhughesily @babydollmarauders @equallyshaw @astars-things @akengii

a/n: dad!quinn is the best au

#quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes #nhl hockey #nhl #vancouver canucks #del’s birthday celly!#dad!quinn hughes

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hiraeth-witch-11 · 11 months

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Bond to Happen Part 10

Part 10: Only One Bed

Warnings: thunderstorm, anxiety, mild flashback

Word Count: 3900ish

“C’mon, Frank. You’re backing out of our deal!” You grouse.

“I’ll make it up to you, kid, but plans changed and Bill needs me to stay behind and supervise some of the new recruits,” Frank explains the last minute change in site check.

You lean back and see that Billy’s door is open as he packs up his laptop.

“William,” you whine. “Did Frank ask to get out of going today so he can avoid paying up?”

“Sorry, sweetheart, Josie’s got the flu and we need an extra pair of hands here while we’re gone,” he says, walking into the hallway.

“Alright,” you accept, pouting.

“What did he promise you?” Billy asks, amused.

“Control of the music for the drive there and back,” you share.

“Damn, Castle, are you sure you didn’t get Josie sick to get out of this?” He teases.

“Hey, my taste in music isn’t that bad. Taylor Swift is a lyrical genius. Frank just refuses to listen to music from this century.”

“Tell you what, since you’re driving with me now, you can control the music on the way there, but I get veto power and no promises for the drive back,” Billy says sternly, pointing his finger at you.

“Yay!” You exclaim, giving a little jump before practically skipping down the hallway towards the elevator.

“You realize what you’ve done, right Russo?” Frank asks incredulously as they lag behind.

“She gets nervous on these trips sometimes, if it makes her feel better, I can suffer through Taylor Swift and the entire Moana soundtrack,” Billy says.

“She’s actually moved on to the Encanto one now,” Frank warns.

“Great,” Billy responds wryly as they catch up to you right when the elevator doors open.

You are ready to go and get it over with, but Billy ends up having to handle a few things first, and then it’s almost lunch time and he insists the two of you eat before you go, which takes longer than it should, and then you somehow spill your coffee all over yourself and have to go back to your apartment to rinse of and change because Billy says you should be comfortable especially with a long drive. By the time you finally get on the road, it’s well into the afternoon. The two of you are lucky that the real estate agent is fine with your tardiness. It’s too late in the day for him to give you a tour so he just tells you where to find the key and asks you to lock up when you are done.

“This will be fun,” you grin as you chuck your purse into the backseat. True to everyone’s expectations, you play Taylor Swift and various Disney songs for almost the entire drive, giggling when Billy makes a face or rolls his eyes at your antics. In your defense, you had a lot of nervous energy and dramatically reenacting ‘We Don’t Talk About Bruno’ helped focus some of it.

“I’ll give you a break from my caterwauling,” you decide, turning the music down.

“You’re fine, sweetheart, sing as loud as you want. You ever heard Frankie sing?” Billy asks, smiling softly.

“No, is he any good?”

“No, he’s not,” Billy answers, shaking his head with a grin.

“What about you?” You ask, curious, eyes fixed onto his face as he focuses on the road. Something flickers across his face, an emotion you can’t name before it’s gone.

“I don’t sing,” he confesses.

“Ever?”

“Nope.”

“Damn, what do you like to do, then?”

Billy grins lasciviously. You interrupt him before he can speak. “A real answer, Russo,

I’ve seen enough women coming to and from your apartment to know you’re a rake.”

“A rake, huh?” He asks, shooting a look at you. You shrug.

“I figure it’s a more polite term.” You shrug.

“Fine, fine, gimme a second to think of another answer,” he sighs. After a minute or two he admits, “I like to read sometimes.”

“What’s your favorite book?”

“The Picture of Dorian Gray,” he answers.

“I’ve only ever watched the movie,” you profess.

“The book’s always better than the movie, Blue,” he says, clicking his tongue at you.

“I’m sure it is, it’s just not really the sort of book I usually read.”

“What is?”

“The official answer is going to be fantasy romance,” you declare.

“And the unofficial one?” Billy asks with a sly grin on his face.

“Nope, we are sticking with the official answer.”

His grin widens and now you’re wondering if he actually knows what ‘oh yeah, I just read fantasy romance’ is code for.

“You aren’t even gonna tell me the last book you read?” He feigns offense.

“I’ve been going through the ‘A Court of Rose and Thorns’ series,” you confess.

“Faerie porn?” He laughs.

“How do you even know what that is?”

He shrugs. “Never read it, but I’ve been told about it.”

“By who?” You ask, narrowing your eyes.

“Probably some of the women you’ve seen going to and from my apartment,” he teases.

“Ew.” You say, wrinkling your nose. “You can barely call it porn. It’s not even that smutty, mid level at best.”

“Oh really, sweetheart? What books would you consider ‘smutty’ enough for you?”

You rub a hand over your face as you blush. “I’m gonna stop talking now since I’m just digging myself in deeper.”

Billy lets it go for a moment and you think you’re in the clear when he says, “So I’m guessing you have kindle unlimited too, then.”

You huff at the smug look on his face. “You know too much, Russo, you’re a menace to women everywhere.”

“Only to the ones that ask nicely.” He winks and you groan in annoyance.

******

“This wall is problematic,” you tell Billy. “You should have someone look at it, I think there’s some structural integrity issues that won’t show up initially but may be a problem within the next few years.”

Billy nods and adds your comments to his notes. The sky is dark outside, though you know the sun had only just begun to set. Gray clouds have blocked out the sun and it’s been raining softly with the occasional far off clap of thunder.

“Also the owners are going to hype it up if you make an offer like they have a bunch of people interested in it. They don’t, only a couple of people have even looked at it this year and no one’s asked about renting or purchasing it.”

“What would I do without you?” Billy asks.

“Literally, just fine. You’d figure all of this out eventually, I just tell you a little sooner,” you say dryly. It was true of most of what you saw for your job, most of it he and he team would either find out eventually or would be easily prepared to handle. Only occasionally did you give them a pivotal piece of information. Sometimes you wonder why he kept you in your position, especially with how well he pays you.

“Well then, you save me a whole lotta time,” Billy insists, shoving his hands in his pockets. “You ready to get outta here?”

“Yeah, I don’t think there’s anything else I can tell you right now,” you admit.

“Maybe we can grab food on the way back, I’m starving.”

“That sounds like a g-” a loud crack of thunder interrupts you and you let out an involuntary shriek. You feel your face redden at your reaction, even as you feel your heart continue to pound painfully in your chest from the jolt to your senses. “Sorry, I was going to say that sounds like a good idea.”

Billy’s watching you curiously and you’re not sure what to make of it.

“Not a fan of storms, huh?” He asks.

You shake your head. “Not unless I’m in my bed and they’re a bit farther off. The thunder gets too loud for me.” Not to mention the sheer energy thunderstorms had. It always makes your hair stand on end and the back of your neck prickle. You used to love them, but now your most prominent memory of a thunderstorm is one of the worst nights of your life.

The two of you move through the building as the rain comes down more heavily against the windows. You reach the exit and it’s positively pouring.

“Bet you’re regretting that fancy suit right now,” you tease to cover your nerves. Billy continues to eye you with that strange look in his eyes, a little too analytical for your comfort.

“Bet you’re regretting not bringing a real jacket,” he volleys back. He’s right, your black cardigan may be comfy and long enough to reach your knees, but it’s not going to do much against this weather.

“Let’s just get this over with,” you huff, running out before he can react. Even with your head start, you reach the car at the same time and he opens your door for you, something you roll your eyes at. He slips into the driver’s seat, previously perfectly coiffed hair, now soaked and beginning to curl at the tips. You open the navigation on your phone and begin directing Billy back to the freeway. There’s a good amount of traffic considering the time, and you wish you’d had the forethought to try and leave earlier in the day to avoid it. Billy tries to start a conversation a few times, but you’re too focused on not flinching everytime you see lightning or hear thunder to talk much. Not even 30 minutes into your slowly moving drive, a traffic alert comes through your phone.

“Well fuck,” you say.

“What is it?” Billy asks, glancing at you.

“There’s a pretty bad accident up ahead a ways, the road crumbled in a few places from the rain and caused a 7 car pile up.”

“Well fuck,” Billy agrees. “Okay, we’ll get off at this exit and reroute, yeah?”

You nod, looking for alternative routes, all of which are currently congested with people who had the same idea. “Traffic’s pretty bad on the long way home. There are a couple back roads around it, but the advisory says to avoid them cuz they’re prone to flooding.”

Another peal of thunder punctuates your words and your hands jerk up to cover your ears as your eyes squeeze tightly shut. When it passes, you force your body to relax. Billy’s focused on the road as he takes the exit to a small town that you can barely make out through the rain. But you catch him glancing at you with concern. You don’t know how Billy can see enough to drive and the thought makes your muscles tense more with fear. He pulls into a fast food parking lot and parks, before taking your phone and checking the routes.

“Are you able to see a good way home?” He asks, turning towards you in his seat. You try, you really do. But you’re a bit drained from earlier and your body is so tense from the near constant thunder, that you can only see images from the storm.

“I can’t focus enough to see anything but the storm. I’m sorry, Russo, I should’ve noticed it before we left or at least checked this morning.”

“It’s okay, I know your sight’s not an exact science and you’re probably already exhausted from the week we’ve had. It ain’t your fault,” he reassures you. You nod robotically at his words, not really sure if you believe them. If something happened and he ended up getting hurt because you were too tired to see, you don’t know if you could forgive yourself.

Billy runs a hand through his hair and hums in thought. “I have an idea, but I don’t know if you’re gonna like it, so the decision is yours.”

“Okay, hit me,” you say as you try to smile through the anxiety still caught in your chest.

“The freeway is going to be backed up for hours with how bad that crash is and it looks like the asphalt is still continuing to crumble. There is a back road that might work, but this car isn’t really made to deal with any potential mud or flooding and we might end up getting stuck out there somewhere until the storm clears.

“My idea is we stop here for the night or until things clear up, there’s a hotel down the street. We can grab a room and watch some shitty TV while we wait, maybe get some rest. It’s up to you.”

You consider it. You don’t like sleeping in new places for obvious reasons and hotels are usually more densely populated than your apartment building which would make it near impossible to rest under normal conditions. But if you were close to Billy, his aura would probably be a buffer for most of it. And you really don’t want to spend hours more out in the storm tonight.

“I’d be okay with that,” you admit.

*****

“It could be worse,” you say as you look at the full sized and single gray arm chair in the corner. Billy drops his duffle onto the ground by the bed. He keeps a back up bag in the trunk of all his cars just in case. It has some extra clothes, first aid, some MRE’s, guns and ammo (which he kept in the car, he only brought in the gun he always carries on him), and a few knives.

“There isn’t even a couch,” Billy laments, rubbing his hand over his face.

“But there is a TV,” you counter. “And a microwave for if I end up reheating this food in the middle of the night. I still can’t believe you ordered that much for me, it’s like you’ve never eaten a meal with me before.” You stuff another chicken nuggets in your mouth and hum happily.

He rolls his eyes at you and loosens his tie, a motion your eyes track closely and you swallow. “I’ve seen you eat after readings, I’ve learned it’s better to have extra than not enough.”

“Good point. No one is fun when they’re hangry.” You set down the bag of food and pull off your cardigan, it’s soaked through after the two of you had to park on the far end of the hotel lot and run through the rain again. Your lilac colored shirt sticks to your skin and you hope you chose to wear a white bra this morning, but you can’t remember for sure. Billy reaches into his duffle and tosses a bundle of red and gray fabric at you. You catch it before it can hit the ground and look at him questioningly.

“I figured you might want something dry to wear,” he says and you notice him looking very pointedly away from you. You look down at yourself. Looks like you had chosen your black bra this morning. You really hadn't expected this shirt to become so sheer when wet.

You thank him and quickly move to the bathroom, shucking your soaked clothes, including your bra which is almost as soaked as your shirt and currently rubbing your skin raw. You towel dry your hair, grateful to remove some of the excess moisture, before getting dressed. The clothes smell like Billy, something slightly spicy sweet, sandalwood, and hints of the scent of his ridiculously expensive hair products. You like it more than you want to admit.

You pull on the red henley, it’s a bit big on you, especially in the sleeves, but it’s soft and comfortable. The gray sweatpants, on the other hand, have to be rolled up several times so they don’t drag on the floor. You trade places with Billy so he can change as well. While you wait, you choose a side of the bed and settle down. Flicking on the TV and surfing through the channels.

Billy comes out and you do a double take. You swear his black t-shirt is a size too small because it leaves very little to the imagination. He’s wearing matching black sweats, something you take note of before quickly averting your eyes. Thinking about Billy Russo in sweatpants was not going to lead to anything good. But he moves around to your side of the bed, partially obscuring your view of the TV.

“Move over,” he orders.

“What, why?” You ask, confused. You’d already settled in and gotten comfortable, legs tucked underneath you, arms wrapped around an extra pillow.

“So I’m closer to the door, now move,” he says, gesturing with his hands.

You roll your eyes. “If it’s that important to you, then alright.” You shuffle over to the other side and he takes your spot.

“It’s a force of habit,”

“Frank usually sleeps farthest from the door, something about having more reaction time. I thought you’d do the same,” you explain.

“If I was alone, sure,” he shrugs, stealing the remote.

“Rude, I was still using that.” You don’t really mind though, you’re tired and don’t care what’s on. “What’s the difference? With where you sleep, I mean.”

“This way, if someone came in, they’d reach me before you,” he says.

“Oh.” You think it’s a nice sentiment, though you doubt anyone is going to attack you in the middle of a storm at some random hotel. Even so, it reminds you of your mom and dad. Looking back, you remember how he always slept closest to the door, always walked on the sidewalk closer to the street. Little things that didn’t seem like much at the time, but just reinforced how much he loved your mom. It made your chest ache to think about. Sometimes you miss them so much, even with how they treated you at the end, even with how angry you are at them.

Billy turns on some sort of discovery channel show and sets the remote down on the nightstand. You notice that he’s scooted as far towards the edge of the bed as possible, but even with that, his shoulders are broad enough and the bed is small enough that it’s only sheer force of will that keeps you from touching. You yawn, turning off the lamp on your own nightstand.

“You don’t have to sit like that on my account, Bill.” You yawn again, exhaustion fully hitting you as your adrenaline high from the storm dissipates. “I don’t mind either way.” “You sure?” he checks.

You nod. “Mmhmm.”

You feel the bed shift as he relaxes a bit. He’s close enough that you can feel the heat from his body at your side. You are hyper aware of every movement of your body, every breath and blink. Billy is so close to you and your fingers itch to reach out and touch him.

A particularly loud blast of thunder rattles the windows and the lights flicker. You managed not to make a noise this time by biting your bottom lip hard and digging your nails into your palm.

“Is there anythin’ I can do?” Billy asks.

“It’s okay. It’s an irrational fear.”

“It took me a long time to get used to thunderstorms once I left the Marines,” Billy admits.

“How did you?”

Billy shrugs. “I forced myself to face it, any of the loud noises that uh triggered me, and eventually I was more or less over it. I wouldn’t recommend that way though.” He adds the last bit as an afterthought, looking at you from the corner of his eye.

“Maybe I should. I guess my preferred method is to avoid things and hope they go away. It would be nice to actually be able to enjoy storms again.”

“Did you used to?”

“Yeah, I used to love them.”

“What changed?”

Blood, pain, pavement, minds full of fire. You push down the memories.

“You don’t have to say if you aren’t comfortable. I don’t mean to pry.”

“I had a bad experience during a storm. Haven’t liked them since.”

Billy nods in understanding. The lights flicker and go out in another crash of thunder and you can’t help but reach out and grasp Billy’s arm as you startle.

“Sorry,” you say as you remove your hand.

“S’okay, you can hold my hand anytime you want, sweetheart.” Even through the dark you can see his wink.

“You are incorrigible,” you complain, but secretly you’re grateful for him. That actually managed to make you smile just a little.

In the dark, the exhaustion hits you more fully and you stifle a yawn.

“I think I’m going to take a nap, wake me if anything changes?” You force yourself to say as your body tries to fall asleep. You’re not sure he hears you and you think you’re mumbling a bit as you sink onto your side, facing away from him and towards the window. You’re warm enough in his clothes that you stay on top of the blankets.

“‘Course, sweetheart, get some rest.”

“Night, Billy.” You’re out before you hear his reply.

******

There are many things that Billy does not like, many things that he even hates. Handsy strangers, cheap shoes, traffic, being called pretty, green beans, the summer heat, and sand to name a few. Billy adds seeing you afraid to the list. The urge to comfort someone doesn’t come naturally. He has had to practice and teach himself how to react when people are upset. Billy has the opposite problem with you. The urge to comfort you is too strong. Your trust is a fragile thing and this is not the night to push your boundaries. Still, Billy wishes he could wrap you in his arms and cover your ears until the storm passes.

As is, the moment he hears your breathing settle and feels your body relax into sleep, he lets himself reach out and brush his fingertips against your hair and down to your shoulder. It most definitely is not because he craves contact after the brief touches you have gifted him, albeit often subconsciously. It’s also not because he wants reassurance that you are real and safe by his side. No, it is neither of those two reasons. Billy does not have an explanation for why he does it. He does not have an explanation for why he watches you through the darkness as you sleep. Only when you turn towards him and lean your forehead against his arm does Billy finally allow himself to close his eyes and rest.

******

The first thing you notice when you wake up, is how quiet it is. Not physically quiet, you hear the air conditioner rattling on full blast and know the power must have returned during the night. Your magic is quiet. No auras buzzing for your attention. Just Billy’s soothing and steady energy. The second thing you notice is that your face is pressed against something warm. Your eyes flutter open and you’re surprised to note that you turned towards him at some point in the night, apparently going as far as to lean your forehead against his bicep. You’re too comfortable to move and your self control seems to still be asleep so you stay where you are, readily breathing in Billy’s scent. After a few minutes of peace, you’re awake enough to realize you need to move before you cross any boundaries so you pull away.You aren’t sure if Billy noticed your cuddling at any point during the night, as he wakes up and greets you only once you return from the bathroom. You also aren’t sure what to do with the burgeoning realization that you wanted him. And with your magic being so agreeable around him, maybe, just maybe, you could have him.

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marciabrady · 1 year

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i rewached the hunchback of notre dame on friday for the first time, in a long time, and i'm still in shock.

hond was a film that was around when i was a child, because it had just come out, and the merchandising was still prevalent. it was being pushed a lot, so to speak, and growing up in the era that i did, the kids on the playground or online were either belle, meg, or esmeralda girls- there wasn't room for anyone else. as a child that gravitated more toward the classic princesses and femininity, it was not a movie that spoke to me and the fact that i felt it was shoved down my throat turned me off of it for a time. too much happened, even in the first five minutes, and there was constantly a wild series of events that i would try to reel my head in from. it wasn't a universe i wished to inhabit and, frankly, i think the crux of the reason why i didn't like it was because esmeralda was really the only female character (aside from laverne) and there wasn't enough for me, as a child, outside of the violence and shouting men and misery showcased. i revisited the film when i was twelve and i loved it so, but i think parts of me valued it at even higher a premium because of how rare and forgotten it had been. i even wrote esmeralda for a time. needless to say, it didn't last, and until now i've kind of been undecided about it

but watching it on friday...wow. i'm filled with both wonderment and despair. after craving quality content from disney for so long and continually being disappointed with tangled and frozen and moana and brave and raya, and every other movie i've tried to watch, i was instantly transfixed by how adult hunchback was, from the opening frames. the epic scale of the art, how ambitious it seemed, how elevated the jargon was- but mostly, how raw and realistic the storyline was. this movie threw no punches- it contained swear words, topics relating to disabilities, religion, death, genocide, se*ual assault, you literally name it. it exposed an underbelly of society that could be flattering and unflattering. while parts didn't age well, i'm surprised at how nuanced the conversation was around certain topics- decades before me too and social activism became more commonplace. i couldn't believe how beautiful it was and how much guts it took for the artists and writers to really go there. i was in disbelief for how evolved their viewpoints seemed, and this was before the internet was commonplace and they could've gotten as many viewpoints as readily as we can get them now...but then it filled me with instant sorrow, because i know they all got so much pushback and this film was so discouraged, we never saw the likes of it again.

it's funny because this film came years after the little mermaid, and you can tell how much of a higher budget this crew had to work with. the film's crew had sharpened their abilities and skills from previous years and made astounding technical advancements. that, mixed with how varied and diverse their topics became really signaled them finding their footing- or trying to. can you imagine, if they didn't give up on these types of movies, where we'd be today? how many more diverse stories, in diverse settings, we would've gotten- all adult in nature? the beautiful 2d designs and animation mixed to heighten the effect and impact and how it would've rounded out walt's vision, of wanting these films to not only be kid's stuff but genuinely be able to compete as a film genre unto itself? how different this movie was from any other??? and compare that to now, where they're all the same. what's the difference between dreamsworks, pixar, and disney movies anymore? and the activism they push now is 20 years too late, nothing cutting edge, and it's all the same. this female character is this much more badass, our first (minor) gay character that actually has no weight, addressing x about generation trauma, etc. even the topics we address in films now have been so sanitized and vetted out for audience approval that there's no real risk or edge to anything anymore, it's all monolithic and as safe as you can get.

but that's the thing with how experimental these later movies were- pocahontas, hunchback, hercules, mulan...while certain elements aged better than others, these movies should've been the beginning of an entirely new genre, not the last of their kind? how disturbing and offputting is it that tangled and brave came out decades after these films? that we've replaced the 'hellfire' villain type song with 'shiny?' we really could've had so much and it's sad that everything collapsed out from under us in that last breath of disney creating true art

the only thing that gives me hope is that we, the generation that grew up on these films, are the marketplace now. perhaps that will make these films come back into vogue and disney start producing them once more? but can they ever pick back up after such a long hiatus, without the original creative teams? is it all just a lost art form? also disney is making more money than ever with their marketable, but soulless, movies that are coming out now...also if these movies are to be in the spotlight again, does that just mean they'll be primed for another unnecessary remake? don hahn recently said disney only did animation because they couldn't make the special effects look real, but now that there's cgi to achieve hyperrealism, there's no need for 2d anymore and that's so sad to me. just because photorealism is in (which looks dated by the minute) and 3d is what people prefer, does that mean 2d is banished forever? that's like saying the invention of photography justifies the banishment of art. idk i just hope our generation can get these renaissance style movies back and to stay

#mine #marciabrady #the hunchback of notre dame

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dk-wren · 2 months

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A Letter to the Me I Was Four Years Ago Today

Hey Dakota,

Or, perhaps, I should address you as *****. I don't think we were Dakota quite yet.

In a few weeks, your whole life is gonna change. Okay, maybe a bit hyperbolic compared to the situations other people are also about to experience. But, take your time and enjoy today.

Its leap day, an extra day to do something, so take advantage of this supposedly "extra day of magic." I know you worked hard to get your homework under control so we could see the new Magic Happens parade on its opening weekend.

I remember the joy of getting to text our good friend "Happy birthday" on their actual birthday and not figure out if I should text them on the 28th or the 1st. The anticipation of waiting in a crowd of people to see this new parade, which could possibly run for the next decade like its predecessor. And sharing the specialty sundae at Gibson Girl and some of the dishes at this year's Food and Wine Festival with Dad. That chicken in a waffle taco was so good.

Smile and take your mind off of the pile of work you know you still have waiting at home, the APs you should be studying for, not to mention your upcoming SAT. That Coco float is more beautiful than anything you could have imagined and the Moana float is just beautiful.

You don't know it, but this will be your last trip to Disneyland as an annual passholder, or really your last normal day off for a while. In two weeks the world's gonna shut down, and no amount of optimism we try to muster will keep that initial two weeks as two weeks. But before that, take my advice, you should definitely apply to that Life is Strange fanzine you saw on Twitter. Then, you'll finally know who Dakota is. And who knows what else you may discover on this path.

Also, what took you so long to start writing for you? I know junior year of high school is not known for students having a lot any free time, but if this is what you wanna do for the rest of your life, you gotta start sooner than later. And hey, call me a hypocrite, I know I'm still trying to find a good work/life balance. But we're getting to use our free time in a way that makes us happy and productive. Just keep writing.

Over the next four, really two, years, you're gonna lose contact with a lot of friends. But the two who you do stay in contact with, let's just say you wouldn't wanna be (occasionally) texting with anyone else. They are gonna make you feel safe to be yourself and introduce you to some future obsessions. One of them will be the inspiration for the first piece you write truly for you and for fun. And they're gonna be so supportive when you tell them about what you've been up to/asking their help for.

There's gonna be a lot of rough nights and disappointments before you graduate. And the decision of what to do about college, let those tears fall. There's no need to keep holding those emotions in. It's a tough choice and while I'm still in the middle of it, who's to say I made the right decision. But, I can tell you this, you are gonna be so much happier when you start college. Maybe it's not the experience your sibling had or you dreamed of, but you are gonna fall in love with a whole new city with so much to do (and so little time!). And not to be narcissistic, but I know how proud you would be to see all the things I've done so far in my coursework.

Keep listening to that voice telling you to go for it. You're gonna start writing for some of your favorite fandoms (including ones that you'll meet down the line - I'm so excited for you to watch BD and TS for the first time). Then you're gonna join Tumblr, then AO3, and who knows what's next. Some incredibly sweet people will interact with the things you made (yes, you!) and you'll be introduced to so many talented writers and artists on here! Literally, every day I come across multiple fanarts and fics that I can't help but stare at cause they are sooo good!

I know I skipped over a lot of exciting (and not so exciting) things, but that's for you to discover and enjoy in the moment. Enjoy this moment of happiness, and don't let yourself get too consumed with all the things out of your control. I think the parade is just about to start over at It's a Small World. Take care. We'll meet again soon.

Love,

Dakota Wren 💜

#personal post #letter to self #how do i give my pass self a hug?

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thenasoneshots · 1 month

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Sam Oneshot - How Far I'll Go

Requested?: No

Prompt: None

Type of oneshot: Fluff/Gen/Songfic

Song Used: How Far I’ll Go - Moana/More than Anything - Hazbin Hotel (I changed the lyrics a bit tho)

Reader's Relations: Sam’s daughter (Cause for oneshot purposes, this is purely PLATONIC THOUGH)

Reader’s Occupation: None

Warnings: None? Mentions of death (specifically the reader’s mother)

Other notes: In this oneshot, you have ice powers (Basically like Elsa), it’s for plot reasons, also you’re about 17. This is also written as if The Great Fire of Pontypandy happened when Ellie and Arnold were there.

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“So, remind me again why I have to sit around with Uncle Charlie when James and Sarah become Junior Cadets? They’re literally half my age!” I grumbled to my father as we walked down to the Whole Fish Café, “It’s not like the cadets do anything dangerous at any point, so why won’t you let me be one?!”

“I’ve explained this to you before, (Y/n). I don’t want you getting hurt.”

I sighed heavily and rolled my eyes, giving up trying to get a decent response out of him as we arrived. I said hello to my aunt and uncle before sitting down at the table, a false smile on my face.

“Thanks for looking after (Y/n), today Charlie. I should get back to the Fire Station now, the cadets will be waiting.”

“Not a problem, Sam.”

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I sighed, putting some finishing touches to my drawing, as I still sat in the Whole Fish Café.

“You alright there, (Y/n)?”

I nodded begrudgingly, “Totally fine…”

“Are you sure?” Aunt Bronwyn asked, putting the tray she’d just taken out of the oven on the bench.

“It’s not fair…” I muttered, putting my head down on the table, “How is it fair that James and Sarah get to be cadets, and yet, here’s me, who is DOUBLE their age, sitting here, drawing, while the cadets are having fun.”

“I understand what you mean, (Y/n),” my aunt responded, coming to sit opposite me, “Sam’s just worried about you though. You know what happened to your mother, right?”

“I know; she died in a fire after a burning log fell on her, but it’s not like the cadets are putting out fires or saving people, it’s literally nothing dangerous!” I responded, lifting my head and fiddling with the gloves that I wore to cover my hands to stop any unwanted ice from coming out. I let out another sigh, “I’ve been staring at the edge of the water for as long as I can remember, never really knowing why. I wish I could be the perfect daughter, but I come back to the water, no matter how hard I try,” I muttered, turning to look out of the door at the sea. Due to my ice powers getting out of control when I was near large bodies of water, I wasn’t allowed to go near the sea, something I was annoyed about with how much I loved water.

At this moment I stood up and walked out of the café, surprised I wasn’t stopped, and I continued talking to myself, “Every turn I take, every trail I track, every path I make, every road leads back to the place I know, where I cannot go. Where I long to be!” I grabbed a hold of the railings, singing out to the ocean, “See the line where the sky meets the sea? It calls me and no one knows how far it goes. If the wind in my sail on the sea stays behind me, one day I'll know if I go there's just no telling how far I'll go. I know everybody in this town seems so happy in this town, everything is by design. I know everybody in this town has a role in this town, so maybe I can roll with mine.”

I then just took the plunge, realising that I wasn’t being watched anymore, and removed my gloves, jumping off and using my ice powers to create a bridge in front of me, “See the light as it shines on the sea? It's blinding! But no one knows, how deep it goes and it seems like it's calling out to me, so come find me and let me know what's beyond that line, will I cross that line? See the line where the sky meets the sea? It calls me and no one knows, how far it goes. If the wind in my sail on the sea stays behind me, one day I'll know, how far I'll go-Oof,” I squeaked, as I fell off the large ‘cliff’ of ice I’d created, falling onto the small beach on Pontypandy Island below, screaming as I felt my arm crack, realising I’d probably broken it. I groaned to myself, knowing what I was going to have to do, but not wanting to have to do it.

Calling the Fire and Rescue Team

I then realised I didn’t have my phone and groaned again before spotting the package that I knew had flares. I crawled over to it, trying not to put pressure on my sore arm, and managed to set one off.

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“Well done, cadets. Now who can tell me-” I was cut off by my walkie-talkie going off, “Sam? Can you read me?”

“Ben? I can read you, what happened?”

“A flare has been spotted from Pontypandy Island, and Charlie’s spotted a rather large amount of ice.”

“Get over there as soon as you can, we’ll be there with backup.”

“Roger that, Sam.”

I then turned back to the cadets, “Cadets, stay with Ellie, Tom, we’ll need Wallaby 2.”

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“(Y/n)! What did I tell you?”

“You can’t keep me cooped up forever, Dad. I know what happened with Mum, and I know you blame yourself for it, but I need to have a bit of independence. Even if I have just broken my arm,” I replied, refusing to make eye contact with him, my arm was now in a cast and sling so I wasn't able to move it much.

“(Y/n)! You're alright!” That was all I heard before nearly being knocked off my feet by Sarah and James.

“Apart from a broken arm, I'm alright,” I responded to them before bending down and showing them the cast. The twins looked at me, then at each other, both smiling, as if they were having a mental conversation before Sarah turned back to me, “Can we write something on your cast?”

I giggled, “Of course, I appreciate you asking me first,” I answered, pulling out the pen I always had stashed in my pocket and handing it to Sarah, “Here.”

She smiled in response and I bent back down to their level allowing her to write something on the cast that was on my arm, before she handed the pen to her brother who also wrote something before handing me the pen back. I stood up as they ran off back to their parents and I placed the pen back in my pocket, smiling.

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“Sweet mother of Neptune…” I muttered to myself after seeing James and Sarah stuck on a ledge. I glanced down at my still cast-ridden arm, which was now covered in signatures from everyone before turning back to my cousins, “Stand back as far as you can. I’ve got an idea to get you down!”

The two of them looked down at me confused but, using my good arm, I created a slide out of ice from the ledge down to the beach, after noticing that the ledge wasn’t going to stay put for much longer, and definitely wouldn’t be there by the time the Rescue Team had arrived, “One at a time, slide down. I’ll catch you at the bottom, I promise.”

Eventually, the two of them were safely on the ground and I smiled, after realising that no one knew what had happened. That was until the two of them ran up to me and hugged me, knocking me onto the ground, “Thank you, (Y/n)!”

“No problem. Anything for you two. Can you get off of me though? You’re crushing my arm…”

Both their eyes widened and they shot off me, running back towards where I knew my aunt and uncle were waiting for them. It wasn’t until I’d stood up that I realised why they’d given that reaction to me asking them to get off me.

“(Y/n)?”

I immediately turned around and saw my father. Realising he’d probably realised what had happened, I started to rant, “Listen, I know I shouldn’t have done that. I know I should have waited for the rescue team, especially with my arm still not fully healed, but the ledge wasn’t going to hold for much longer, I had to do something. I-” I stopped talking when he brought me into a hug, “I’m proud of you, (Y/n).”

“Wait, what?!” I asked, breaking off, “I was sure I was going to get a lecture about being safe…”

“You acted out of selflessness. I saw you glance at your arm before saving them, you hesitated, not wanting to cause more damage to yourself, yet you went ahead and saved Sarah and James. I was going to save this for your birthday, but you’ve earned it. Here,” my dad spoke, pulling a piece of paper from his pocket and handing it to me. I raised an eyebrow before looking down, and realising it was a letter addressed to me. I started reading through it and once I had, I squealed, hugging my father, “R-really?! You’re actually going to let me become a firefighter?!”

“I know it’s your dream, (Y/n). It would be unfair of me to stop you.”

-----------------------18 MONTHS LATER

“Right team, I’m sure you’re all curious about why you’re all here. I’d like to introduce you to the newest member of the Fire Service.”

That was my cue. I took a deep breath before walking out from behind the wall I was standing behind, coming face to face with the team, most notably my father, “I-I’m back.”

Within a minute, I was wrapped in a hug, “(Y/n), I-you’re back. Are you alright? You look great. I’m so proud of you.”

“Alright, Dad. Please can I have my personal space?” I was soon released from the hug and I smiled, “There’s something I want to show you. If it’s alright.”

“You don’t need to ask, (Y/n).”

I smiled, “Please don’t freak out, Dad, but I have a way of controlling my ice now. While I was away, I met a friend, who, along with the help of one of our professors, made a few adjustments to my gloves,” I replied, taking said gloves out of my pocket and putting them on, hearing a couple of beeps and an automated voice, “Powers activated.” I turned my hands so my palms were facing up, “So, you see the little pads on my fingertips? The pads on my palms are touch activated, so if I do this, “I paused and double-tapped my palms with my fingers, the automated voice saying, “Powers deactivated”, “Then it activates and deactivates my ice powers. I’m not entirely sure how it works, that part was mainly Olivia, but when deactivated, no ice will leave my gloves,” I paused again and pointed my hand towards the ground, “See? It’s also equipped so when I put them on, they’ll tell me the last status of them. Like it did so when I put them on, in case I forget whether I left them activated or deactivated. They’re also made so if I triple tap on this hand, it sends a signal to the small lights on my skates, as well as my helmet, and this hand does the same but for a siren. I won’t subject you to either as they are rather loud.”

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It was a few weeks later that a massive forest fire started, requiring the whole team. Including needing to use Wallaby 2, even then, the helicopter couldn’t be used until the pioneers were out of the woods. Immediately, I was told to stay, my dad saying it was too dangerous, but I knew I had to do something, “Dad, please. I have to do something! I thought with the fact that you let me train to be a firefighter, that you’d actually let me help fight some fires! I can help with my ice, please! It’s colder than water, I’ll be able to push it back!”

“(Y/n)! You don't understand, It’s a massive fire, it's not going to listen to you!”

“You don't know that, dad. Please?”

“I do!” My father replied, “Your mother died trying to stop a fire, (Y/n)! You didn’t know that when this all happened before, it was all to had to defend and in the end, I won’t lose you all again. Now you're the only thing worth fighting for more than anything, more than anything. I'll shelter and adore you more than anything.”

“Dad, I don't need you to protect me from this. I have to do something!”

“I just don't want you to be crushed by anything like… like your mother…” my dad replied, and I could see the tears forming in the corners of his eyes. I knew he blamed himself for my mother’s death in a fire, and I knew he didn’t want to lose me the same way, “Dad… When I was young, I didn't really know you at all. I always felt so small but I heard your stories and I was enthralled. The tales about your lofty dreams, I listened breathlessly, imagining it could be me. So in the end, it's the view I had of you that showed me dreams can be worth fighting for More than anything, more than anything. I need to save my home town more than anything,” I replied back, placing a hand on his arm, “Please?”

“I've been dyin' to find out who you are.”

“I've been waiting, wanting the same thing.”

“Looks like the apple doesn't fall far,” My dad spoke, placing a hand on my head. I knew he meant my resemblance to my mother, I was practically a miniature version of her, “Took you a while,” I muttered, a smile on my face.

“I've missed that smile.”

“All that I'm hopin', now that my eyes are open is that we can start again, not be pulled apart again 'cause in the end, you are part of who I am.

“I'll support your dream, whatever lies in store,” Dad spoke, giving me a hug.

“And who could ask for more? More than anything, more than anything, more than anything, more than anything. I'm grateful you're my daughter/father more than anything, more than anything…”

“Please can I come and help?” I asked, a final time.

“Okay.”

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“(Y/n)! We need to go, this fire is too out of control!”

“I’m not giving up. I’ve lived here my whole life, I’m not giving up on this town!” I shouted back, still using my ice powers to push the fire back.

“(Y/n). Get over here now. I am your father!”

“And I’m an independent person! I’m not going to get any closer. Please, let me keep going!”

I could see him taking a deep breath before the next few words came from his mouth, “Okay. I trust you, (Y/n), but please, if you need to retreat, do so.”

I nodded in response, going back to the fire. Eventually, the storm clouds came and put out the fire, but before I could get out of the way, I felt a heavy, what I guessed was a, tree branch, hit me and I collapsed under the pressure.

SAM’S POV

“Tom to Sam, Tom to Sam. The fire’s going out! The rain’s done it, Mate!”

“Fantastic news, Tom.”

“But, you might want to get back up here…I think it’s (Y/n), she looks like she’s been squashed with a tree branch!”

“Thanks for letting me know, Tom. Can you stay with her until I get there? I’ll bring Nurse Flood too, in case she’s hurt.”

“Roger that, Sam!”

------------------------YOUR POV

When I woke up, I was lying in what I knew as a hospital bed, a familiar cast on my arm, and my whole midsection itching. Using the arm that wasn’t covered in a cast, I gently pulled up my top to see I was covered in bandages, prompting the question, What in the world happened to me? That’s when I noticed the familiar figure sitting in a nearby chair.

“Dad?”

His head shot up at my voice, “(Y/n), you’re awake. I thought you were dead. I’m so glad to see that you’re not though.”

“Me too, Dad. Me too.”

—-----------------------END OF ONESHOT

Gonna leave this here…..

#fireman sam #x reader #Daughter! Reader

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bearpillowmonster · 3 months

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I know you see Moana 2, this year no less, but really it's not all that exciting. One of the reasons Moana was so good in the first place is because it was from Jon Musker and Ron Clements, who literally made the Disney Renaissance and Moana was their last film. Plus we had Lin Manuel Miranda basically at the top of his game because this made the most name for him, only after did he get all these other hit roles to play in the music department or even acting and well, none have hit as hard, so he's apparently not coming back.

I'm not discrediting whoever takes these people's place, I'm sure they do great work, which the director was already announced and he also did Raya which...brings me to Disney's most recent track record. They just haven't been doing so hot with good movies, I think maybe Encanto actually made a splash and everything else has been received mostly poorly. So who's to say how Moana 2 will be any different.

They also announced a series of other projects that were in the works and their release dates with Inside Out 2 and rough years for other sequels and a whole frickin Disney universe in Fortnite, you think this is a joke?

But you have to realize why they're doing this, why today just all of the sudden, I mean it's just a bit odd that- OH MY GOODNESS

They're baiting you. They're trying to cover up as much as they can saying "Look, look what we have in store this year, forget all about a few hours ago and what's to come later on." It's all so obvious, it's all so planted, even talking about it makes me cringe because it obviously worked to a degree. Don't let Disney trick you, talk about how they could very well lose this battle, give them a fight.

(It was also Disney's Quarter 1 Earnings Call but it's all so coincidentally placed, tell me it doesn't have SOMETHING to do with it. They had to have known it was coming and scheduled around it or even hastily posted the stuff that should stay under wraps)

Don't give in to the shill, resist their corporate branding. I mean how blantant can it be when they flex their companies all over Fortnite, there's literally an island with Marvel, Star Wars, Pixar, Fox, ESPN, their flipping cruise line and Disney+, that's horrifying. How corporate can you get? Even from just a design standpoint and this is coming from a Kingdom Hearts ride-or-die, they actually take care of their worlds and properties that they choose and then incorporate it into a story without trying to straight up market to you, it's that simple, KH fans know that Disney is just the side-piece to an already delicious meal. Fortnite won't be that. It will never be that. I don't care if you can access Disney+ inside a video game to watch with your friends (doesn't that go against what you cracked down on?) I don't care what maps or characters you have and it really goes to show that they don't give a flying f- anymore.

Nintendo wanted Samus in Fortnite as well as Epic Games but Nintendo wanted it exclusive to Switch (which isn't really possible given the nature of the game) but it goes to show that they're picky about what they choose to do and they can be. Back in the day, Kingdom Hearts had to fight to even get Mickey to appear and instead we got a 2 second silhouette and it was awesome. Now they're tossing him out like candy, yeah his copyright basically expired but then we have the violence factor. You shoot people...with guns...in Fortnite. You straight up murder people then dance over their corpses which would've been the pig's behind back then, every news station would be covering it saying that it's trying to corrupt children (those darn video games at it once again) and so Mickey isn't in a fighting game. But here we are. They censored Epic Mickey so that it wouldn't look too scary. But here we are. They've given up, they'll loan out to whoever offers the money because they're weak. I know it's hard but-

Get the old regime out and bring in a new brighter future, one not so corrupted by money and corporate ideals.

#fortnite #don't let them fool you #disney #gina carano #oh my goodness #moana 2 #what a coincidence

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invisiblestringmm · 3 hours

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Hi hi hi🩷

What you didn’t expect was for him to reply within less than a minute.HE IS FAST

“Peanut,” you poked her tummy, making her giggle. “Why don’t we have a girl's afternoon today, huh? Museum, whatever you want for lunch and we can wrap it with skincare and Moana!”CAN I COME WITH YOU?😂

Lily giggled, “Mummy!” she held your hand, placing a soft kiss against it and walking according to your pace. “Can we go home now?” You nodded, quickly fetching an Uber to drive you home. OHHH ILL CRY😭

“He’s not here yet,” like she could read your mind, Jaz’s words caused you to sigh in relief. “You look gorgeous, by the way!”Smiling at her, you softly stroked her bump. “You too, pretty mumma.” THEY ARE SO CUTE THO

I JUST LOVE HER PARENTS

What you didn’t expect was to find him right outside, holding his phone with a wide smile on his lips. OPS

JAZ TEXT🤭😂

I LOVE THE TEXTS IN FICS 😭

OMG THIS WAS A ROLLERCOASTER, LEVED IT

I LOVE THE BOND BETWEEN Y/N AND LILY, AND ALSO HER PARENTS. THEY ARE JUST THE CYTES I CAN'T

I LOVE HOW JAZ HAS HER BACK, NO MATTER IF IT IS HER BROTHER

AND ALSO HOW MASON IMMEDIATELY ANSWERED HER

THE FINAL HUG WAS CUTEEE

CANT WAIT FOR MORE AND TO SEE HIS REACTION TO EVERYTHING 🤭🩷🩷

Thank you for this🩷

ELISAAAA YOU ARE THE BEST AT FEEDBACKS! 😭 hahahah I always wait anxiously for them, thank you so SO MUCHHH!

#lene talks

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a-weird-cryptid · 6 months

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Happy Birthday, Disney!

I love ya', pal... and I always did. But I have to be honest to you, Disney. I think you're currently having a midlife crisis or something and you don't know who you are, nor what you're doing anymore.

I love most Disney movies and shows, including Pixar, Lucasfilm, etc. Especially those from about 1950 (starting with Cinderella) to about 2016 (ending with Moana). They've been a huge part of my childhood and I could watch them over and over again without getting bored.

However, I think we can all agree that Disney has fallen from it's grace and is currently digging it's own grave. Including wokeness just to seem "representative", while ignoring that most of their representatation sucks. Meanwhile other, genuinely good representative shows and movies get cancelled or similar (The Owl House is a good example for that).

Do you want (good) representation of minority groups or not, Disney? Pick a side. And stick with it.

Would you like to please conservatives and hold onto wrong and outdated narratives? Do you want to go back to your roots and stop to care about representation?

Or do you want to go the extra mile and go with time? Including real life minority group people while writing and asking them for help and feedback? Changing your way and doing your best to achieve new mile stones in animation and story telling? Like you did at the beginning?

You can't have it both way. You can't make both sides happy, especially if you're trying to do so in just one movie or show.

For example: I don't care if the live action little mermaid is black, white, yellow, blue or green. I don't care if she's hetero, bi or ace. I don't care if she's non-binary, trans, whatever. You get the idea.

However, I do care about good story telling, good visuals, animation and acting, as well as good music. None of which the live action little mermaid exceeded in.

It was just a lazy cash grab without an original story while simultaneously missing the point and charm of the original.

I'm happy for everybody who felt seen and represented by movies like this one. And I'm happy for everyone who loves them.

However, the only thing I can see in the live action remakes of Disney is lazy story telling, bad CGI, expressionless acting/"3D animation", way too auto tuned songs, etc. I'm sorry, but they'll never be able to come even close to the quality of the original.

I'm fully aware that most of those problems stem from under payed, burned out animators, story writers and so on. And I don't blame them for the quality of the movies. Most, if not all, are just trying their best while the mouse is pressuring them to do more than humanly possible.

And those are only some of the problems that plague Disney today. I'm pretty sure that if Walt Disney came back to live today and saw what happened to his company, he'd voluntarily get six feet under again.

#disney #100 year anniversary #animation #live action remake #live action

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asyipyip · 3 years

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3D animation gets a lot of flak on this site but honestly it’s potential is incredible? I think people got (justifiably) frustrated with the same face syndrome that it became a means of saying the animation style is lazy as a whole? Which isn’t true at all.

I mean you look at movies like into the spiderverse and you can see the potential the style has. It takes the tools of 3D animation abd goes CRAZY with it. It’s unique and artistic.

But hell, it doesn’t even have to be crazy stylized like spiderverse. The snow effects in frozen, the costume design in the sequel, the city of the dead and intricate skeletons of coco, the EVERYTHING about moana (the ocean, the bizzaro realm of monsters, the island vegetation- MAUIS TATTOOS- the style change during ‘youre welcome’, te fitis lava and vegetation- just. All of it) these things are definitely more about realism but gorgeous nonetheless.

Just because they aren’t drawn on paper and instead are done using modeling doesn’t change that there’s tons of work put into it- and that each detail is artistically and meticulously crafted. I mean look at before and after stuff:

The lighting, the vegetation, the water!! Even if moanas model was already made, she still has to be rigged, and all those finishing polishes that changes it to the final product still has to be done. I wish I knew more about 3D animation so I could really get what happened in the process from a to c here

I can’t find any WIP pictures of spiderverse but you KNOW it took a ton to get this to look as it did. The explosion effect, the lighting, the particles emitting from the crash site, the half tones!! How much time did this one shot take!!

Anyway, yeah. Sorry for rambling I just think think that “Disney being really lazy with the facial structure of their characters in their 3D movies” has warped to “3D animation is lazy” which is crazy because, 3D modeling is not only just challenging but also has the potential to be breathtaking in both realistic and stylized ways

#animation #kara stop blogging #long post #I don’t expect anyone to reblog this I’m just rambling!!#and I think that certain criticisms are fine #but the narrative that it’s lazier has been constructed due to Disney’s same face syndrome #and I think that’s silly #I watched moana today can you tell #honestly frozen looks good too I just think that their proportions are a little wonky #moanas jawline and brow and slightly smaller eyes- while still sticking to Disney’s signature soft and big eyed style- is a little better #also the color palette in moana is better but I think part of that is my preference and also the setting #frozen woulda had 10x better shots if they had the sun out and glinting on the snow during the day shots #like how the sun glints on the water in moana #anyways moana is a good movie #also I’m obviously not a 3D animator so I don’t like. have any knowledge #my main point is ‘movies predy’ LMAO

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I got a request

So my request is

So u and kai are dating and u have 2 kids together one girl one boy 2 and 4 so Kai is working

and the kids are being bad and not listening so u tell them off but they Are not listening Kai heard it all he is ready piss and then he yells at the kids it works and then u kai have a cute moment

OSKAR AND ANNA

Gif credit to @youmustlovehim !!

Hope this meets your expectations!! Thanks for requesting! 😚😚

Oskar and Anna were a nuisance. You loved them with your whole heart, of course you did, they were your children, the perfect mixture of you and the man you loved. But everything they touched they broke, they were always talking, shouting, sometimes fighting… but you could never get mad at them, not even when they didn’t let you do your job, like today.

“Mum can we play outside?” Oskar asked poking his head through the doorframe of your home office. Just like that, you knew that was the first questions of many.

“It’s raining”.

“But we have the red boots!!” Anna happily shouted behind her brother. Oskar was considerable taller and it only made her look much more smaller. You couldn’t help but to smile at the sight of them both.

“Okay, you can go outside but when it stops raining, okay?” you said before turning your gaze back to your computer. That was until you heard their steps walking into the office. You knew they were sitting on the little couch you had there, even though you had your back to them.

“Can we watch a film?” Oskar talked again reaching for your laptop.

“You were watching one in the living room!” You laughed turning to to look at them, who were indeed laying comfortable on the couch.

“It was boring!” Anna shouted with her high pinch voice.

“Okay, alright, keep it quiet. We’ll watch a movie all together when papa comes and I finish work, alright?” They seemed happy with the deal, staying right there while you typed your article.

Ohhh lord, but these kids were impatient, they wouldn’t let you work by asking questions all the time: ‘I’m hungry!! - you just had dinner’ ’when’s papa coming? - soon’ ‘what are you doing? - I’m trying to work’ ‘can I use your laptop? - no’… and seconds later ‘mum, what’s the password?? - I told you not to use it, Oskar!’ ‘is still raining? - yes, Anna’ ‘when’s papa coming? - sooner than the last time you asked’.

“Mummy mummy, look at Angela’s haar!” Haar, one of the few basics words you knew in German, and it meant hair. As soon as you realised, you turned around just to see Oskar sticking a caramel in Anna’s hair.

Kai arrived when you were in the middle of the fight with the kids, scolding Oskar for 1) eating the caramel without your consent, 2) giving one to his 2 year-old sister and 3) sticking another into her hair.

“What’s going on here?” Kai asked standing in the doorframe. Oskar didn’t hesitate on telling him all about it while laughing and hugging his dad’s legs, you couldn’t even turn around to meet your man, too busy trying to get the candy out of your daughter’s hair, who, by the way, was also laughing. “That’s not funny, Oskar” Kai seriously said walking towards you and kissing your head before helping you. But the kids didn’t care one bite, they were still laughing while telling his dad about their later plans enthusiastically.

“We’re going to go outside with he red boots!! And watch a movie, Shrek!!!” Oskar shouted running around your office.

“No! I want Moana!” It didn’t take more than two seconds to have them fighting and shouting again.

Kai watched how you scrubbed your hand over your face showing tiredness, sitting back on your chair with a sigh, already ignoring them just so you could finish before bed time.

“Kinder! Hört sofort auf damit! (Kids! Stop it now!)” Kai shouted making use of his native language, a language that the kids could understand even better then you. Kai only used it when he was really happy or really mad, and today they knew it was the second option what led him to use it. They stopped immediately, standing still in their place with a low gaze.

“Can we go outside?” Anna asked almost in a whisper and your heart melted again.

“Yes. But make sure you change your boots, okay?” you said before turning your face back to the computer, hearing a soft ‘thanks momma’ when they both left. Minutes later you could see them through the window, jumping on the puddles of the garden with their red boots laughing together, the argument about the film long forgotten.

“Have they been bad the whole evening?” Kai asked making space for him at the edge of the chair you were sit too.

“They’ve been good” you shrugged without stopping typing, finally pulsing the final dot key and moving your head to look at him. “They’re just talkative, too talkative, for my liking” you concluded, earning a laugh from Kai, that mixed with the one from the childs playing outside.

“You’re my superhero, you know? The best Mutter (mother) for them ” he said leaning in to hug you placing lazy kisses in the crock of your neck. You were planning on telling him other way, but you couldn’t hide it any longer, so you just gave him a glimpse when he separated from your embrace.

“I just can’t imagine how crazy it’s all going to be with the third baby” you said staring at his face.

“Third baby?” He asked shocked “Ein neues Baby? Da? (A new baby? There?)” He pointed to you belly like a child but with the same light in his eyes he had the other two times you told him that good news.

You were just nodding at his words ready to talk, but he wouldn’t let you, taking you in his arms while spinning around, mumbling words in German you couldn’t even understand but you knew were good. He placed you back on the floor, looking at you with love and adoration. He was about to lean in to kiss your lips when two voices demanded your attention.

“Can we watch Shrek now???”

“No! Moana!!”

#kai havertz #kai havertz fanfic #kai havertz fanfiction #kai havertz fic #kai havertz x reader #kai havertz imagine #kai havertz oneshot #Chelsea fc #football imagine #football fantasy #footballer imagine #footballer fan fiction #footballer fic #footballer fluff #footballer blurb

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hey bestie,

can you please do one, where bens’ daughter is obsessed with mason please? basically like the one you did with marcus but with ben, his daughter & mason. thanks a lot girl, hope you’re having a wonderful day you iconic queeeeeen Xx

𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 — mason mount

summary: you and Mason were the godparents to Ben's daughter, Bella, and she was just as in love with your boyfriend as you were.

notes: reqs are open

"Sorry to be a pain," Ben spoke over the phone to Mason, as he had one arm around you, the both of you enjoying your Saturday morning by catching up on the Bake Off, "could you watch Bella later?"

"Of course, text me when you leave." Mason replied, it being a usual occurrence now to have Ben's mini-me over. She loved the both of you dearly, always wanting to come over and play, even going so far as to begging Ben to spend her birthday with you two.

"What was that?" You hummed, feeling yourself slowly wake up again after being cuddled into Mason for the past hour. You could've sworn he had his hoodies specially made, with some sort of memory foam because you'd choose it over a pillow any day. It was a sure way to get to sleep if you couldn't already.

"Bella's coming over," Mason told you, retracting his arm from around you, and with a kiss to your head, he stood up and stretched. His lower stomach and v-line were on show, and you secretly hoped Bella wasn't coming over. "I better get the garden cleaned up and get some food on the go, could you set up her room?"

Yes, this girl had her own room. It was a guest room, until Bella started to become a regular visitor and you slowly began decorating the room to her taste. Buying Disney bed sheets, a small crate for her rapidly growing collection of toys, and even some clothes for when she decides to stay the night. And she had arrived just as you had finished putting the new bedding on, you could hear her squeals as she greeted her obsession for the next 24 hours: Mason.

She was a hog, to put it lightly. You enjoyed laying with your boyfriend of an evening, catching up on whatever tv show you had started, as well as sip on some tea. But when Bella was here, it was Frozen and hot chocolates, and you'd be banished to the bean bag on the floor. She was obsessed with Mason, always wanting to play with him, eat dinner beside him, let him get her ready for bed, let him read her a story. You well and truly lost your boyfriend whenever Bella was over. And Ben was aware, he just found it hilarious. He'd always tell Bella that you'd go home with Ben and steal her bed and her favourite Moana mug, to which she'd hug his legs and eventually let you have your boyfriend back.

"Hi, auntie Y/N," Bella greeted, waving to you as Mason carried her into the living room, you could hear Ben's car rolling away, and now you had to figure out what to do with your alone time for the rest of the day. You could get paperwork done, go food shopping, go and buy the shelfing unit you'd been meaning to get for the past month. All whilst Mason dealt with Bella's constant stream of love and affection, and borderline obsession.

"It's pretty cold today, it's getting close to Christmas, so how does a movie sound? With some hot chocolates?" Mason suggested, also looking up at you invitingly. You were surprised, Bella hadn't protested yet.

"Can we watch Nativity? Daddy says we can't watch it at home because I watch it too much." Bella commented, and you chuckled at the thought of Ben getting sick of hearing a bunch of kids singing on repeat. But the nativity was a good pick, it was always a warming film.

"We can watch whatever you want," Mason replied, scruffing her hair and watching as she brushed her messy hair from her face, "auntie Y/N can go and buy some hot chocolate ingredients, and me and you can make the living room nice and cozy." You nodded, going to put your shoes on to complete your task, bundling up extra warm to fight the harsh, British cold.

You couldn't believe you were roaming the aisles of little Tesco's, trying to find whipped cream, marshmallows, and hot chocolate powder. All for this sassy, little three year old. Who was bound to make you the third wheel this evening. You'd also picked up a pack of cookies, in an effort to win her over, but there would be no use. She was currently on Mason's back as he covered the couch in duvets and blankets.

"I'm home," you spoke, Mason turning his head to give you a grin, and you could hear Bella's little giggles erupting into the material of Mason's hoodie, "nice backpack, Mount."

"I know, it's lovely." Mason played along, standing up straight now and holding her little feet to keep her on his back, "it keeps me warm, it doesn't fall off. And I got it for free from some creepy footballer." You chuckled, taking the Tesco bag into the kitchen to begin making the hot chocolate, and the food was sat on the island, ready to be eaten.

It had been three hours now, and you were onto your second Christmas movie. Bella was laying on Mason's chest, and you could barely put a hand on your boyfriend without her sneakily pushing it away. Mason noticed Bella push your hand off his chest, and would give you a little smirk, before focusing his attention back onto the movie.

You were midway through Elf when Mason tapped you, pointing to the sleeping girl on his chest. Your heart melted, picturing that one day it could be your own little one instead of Bella. He'd slowly gotten up, and carried her to bed as you had turned the tv off and made your way to your own room. It wasn't long until Mason was sliding under the sheets with you and holding you close to his chest, where Bella was just moments ago.

"Finally," you sighed, squeezing Mason's arm as you got comfortable on him.

"I know, it feels so good to be in bed. What a day." Mason replied, his voice hoarse as he was moments away from sleeping.

"No," you looked up at him, and he'd opened his eyes to meet yours, "I mean finally, I have you all to myself again." Mason chuckled, slapping your bum as he moved closer to you, his warmth making you all the more tired.

"You'll always be my number one girl, but it's funny how jealous you are of a three year old."

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iwadori · 3 years

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When you fall asleep on FaceTime with the hq boys (iwaizumi, Bokuto, Ushijima, Suna, Atsumu)

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Iwaizumi: “babe, what movie are we going to watch next since ponyo is about to finish?” iwaizumi asked you, but didn’t get any response “babe did you hear m- oh, you’re asleep.”

Iwa looked at the camera and smiled fondly, in the least creepiest way he thought you looked beautiful sleeping, angelic. He took a screenshot of the candid moment and ended the call saying “sleep well babe, goodnight.”

Bokuto: it was around 4 am when you were having your FaceTime call, and Bokuto was rambling on about Disney conspiracy theories, which you usually loved to hear. But due to the late well early time of the call, you ended up falling asleep.

However, bokuto didn’t actually notice until you woke at 9 am and said “Bo, you’re still awake?” to which he replied “of course I was just about to talk about how moana was dead all along...”

“Bo go to sleep, love you” you said ending the call and going back to sleep.

Ushijima: He never really liked the concept of FaceTime as he always said “we could just see each other in person,” but on the days when it’s raining or you didn’t have to time to see each other in the day you FaceTimed.

“Y/N today Tendou decided to make us all some chocolate it was very nice, I asked him to make you some for you to try” when you didn’t respond Ushijima thought you were ignoring him or didn’t hear him, until he heard so soft snores which made him realise that you were sleeping. He didn’t really know what the ‘protocol’ was for when someone falls asleep on FaceTime, so he stays on the call until he falls asleep.

Suna: you and Suna FaceTime ALOT, so he isn’t foreign to when you fall asleep, doesn’t mean that he’s nice about it. Suna definitely likes to catch “slips” of you wether when you’re together at school or on a date, he always has his phone out ready to catch a photo of you doing something embarrassing.

He has many videos of you snoring and drooling on FaceTime, he’s even called added Atsumu and Osamu to the call so they can all enjoy your sleeping state. But tonight, after you and Suna watched an episode of rpdr he looks at your face on the camera and thinks ‘god she’s goregous, even when she’s sleeping’ and this time he doesn’t take any videos or pictures or add his friends to see you. He just lets you sleep whispering a soft ‘goodnight,’ ending the call.

Atsumu: when you and Atsumu FaceTimed, it was always late at night as Atsumu claims ‘thats just the best hours for FaceTiming,’ however to prove him wrong you decided to pretend to fall asleep, to see what he would do and to disprove that FaceTiming late at night was better.

“Y/N, today in practice Aran and Suna were telling me that when girls get there periods their skin peels off is that true?” You didn’t respond, as you were trying to pretend that you were asleep. Atsumu looked at your ‘sleeping’ figure then said “PSST PSSST, Samu Samu!” trying to whisper.

“What do u want Tsumu?”

“What do you do when someone falls asleep on FaceTime?”

“Ha did Y/N finally get bored of you and you made her fall asleep.” Samu said laughing

This then triggered an argument between the twins, and you couldn’t withhold your laughter so you broke your ‘sleeping’ state alerting Tsumu who said “Y/N you’re awake great!”

“Yeah Tsumu, this is why we shouldn’t face time late at night since it makes me tir-“

“Anyways back to what I was saying, does your skin peel off when you’re on your period?” He asks interrupting you, you roll your eyes and indulge in his conversations until you both naturally fall asleep.

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finelinevogue · 3 years

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HI! HOPE U HADE AN AMAZING DAY TODAY😊!!

Could you do one where your three children are teaching you and Harry to do a TikTok dance? (Or maybe just Harry)

And the next thing you know it goes viral?

this is too cute i’ll cry :( i’m going to continue to write with the same children characters so Oliver, Felix and Isabella. in this one Oliver is 16, Felix is 14 and Isabella is 11.

ok so imagine it’s a rainy saturday afternoon.

The rain had been most unforgiving today. It was coming down in bath loads. As much as you loved listening to the rain at night as it sent you to sleep, you hated it when it meant you couldn’t go and fulfil adventures with your kids. Especially this Saturday in particular since it was Harry’s first day off in a long while. You all had plans to visit a nearby castle and were going to take a picnic to have out, but the weather had other plans for you.

Instead, you’d spent the day inside and all cuddling together whilst watching movies. Each of your children were allowed to pick out a movie; Oli chose Fast and Furious 8, Fix chose Thor: Ragnarok and Belles chose Moana. Harry didn’t allow Belles watch Fast and Furious because it was quite graphic and contained bad language, so you and her went to make cookies for later.

It was now later.

“Ok who wants cookies?” You shouted to the boys in the other room, who you could hear had finished up their movie.

Belles and you had spent the last few hours baking your cookies. An assortment had been made; raspberry and white chocolate, raisin and oat and dark chocolate and orange. They were the three flavours that your family loved the most so they were always the ones you ended up baking.

You pulled out five glasses along with the milk you’d kept cool in the fridge. The Styles family absolutely loves cookies with milk, it was your guilty pleasure. It had started as a tradition when Oli was little and you’d just carried it on ever since. The way the warm cookies melted away like butter in your mouth and then downed with refreshing creamy milk was absolute bliss. It was a treat like no other.

“No you do it like this!” Flix stated, but about what you had no idea.

“What are you on about? It’s like this!” Oli challenged his brother, making you really curious as to what was going on as they approached the kitchen.

“Both of you are no help.” Harry finished the conversation, playfully hitting them on the backs of their heads as they entered the kitchen. It never failed to surprise you how tall your sons were in comparison to Harry. You were little in comparison, well apart from your little Belle. They were the spitting image of their dad and you couldn’t believe how alike they both looked, regardless of their 2 year age gap.

“What’s the fuss for?” You asked your boys, as you poured and handed Belle a cup of milk. She grabbed it with two hands and drank carefully, as Harry passed her and stroked his hand over his daughters hair once - out of habit.

“Trying to teach dad this TikTok dance, but he’s absolutely useless!” Oli laughed, seating himself at the kitchen island and Flix sitting next to him.

“Yeah only ‘cause you’re a crap teacher!” Flix playfully shoved his brother, who rolled his eyes at him.

“Oi.” Harry warned, not wanting the bad language to be picked up by Belle. You and Harry didn’t mind you sons swearing, as long as they weren’t too harsh words, but as long as it was only in front of just you two.

Don’t tell Grandma Styles this though.

“Sorry.” Flix held up his hands in surrender, pouring himself a glass of milk and then one for his brother.

“Mummy? Can I have a cookie now please?” She sweetly asked. You helped her up and onto the kitchen counter, next to the plate of gooey cookies. It didn’t take long for Harry to walk over and protectively stand in front of his daughter in case she fell off the side.

“Let’s see this dance again then, Ol.” Harry requested, Oli picking up his phone with a cookie wedged in his mouth and turning it around to show him. You had a little look for yourself too and laughed at the fact that Harry didn’t understand how to do it. It was a simple little dance to ‘Still the One’ by One Direction, which resulted in two people making a heart with their arms. It was so cute and simple and yet Harry was so uncoordinated.

“Oh you are such a plank.” You laughed, referring to how he was as solid as a piece of wood when he attempted to follow the moves on the screen.

It was making Belle laugh though, so it was worth watching your husband wiggle around like a jelly bean on fire.

“Hey, why are you laughing little miss?” Harry pretended to be offended, but could never actually be. He loved his little girl too much.

“Mum you try it with me.” Oli suggested, setting up his phone and coming around to meet you. You were pretty confident that you’d got the hang of it already.

The screen counted down from 3, 2, 1 and then you were copying the actions you’d just learnt. Flix could be seen hovering in the background watching you two ace the dance moves, whilst Harry could be seen devoting his attention to his daughter who had got crumbs all around her face.

“Go mum!” Flix hooted as you finished, joining you and Oli to watch back the video. You laughed at certain points and pointed out certain bits which were off.

“See dad, mum just gets it.” Oli said once you’d finished watching the video, returning to finish the rest of his cookie. Flix finished the rest of his milk before putting it in the sink for you to clean later.

“Alright, let’s me and y’mum have a go then.” Harry suggested, “Flix, watch Belles on there please.” He sternly ordered, not wanting any casualties unless it was him poking himself in the eye from dancing - which was highly likely.

Oli set up the phone again and pressed the countdown once more. Oli stood back with his siblings and laughed happily when he watched his sister trying to join in.

“Go Belle!” Oli cheered, making you turn around to see the commotion between the siblings. It was a blessed sight to watch.

“Oi focus on me, missus. Know they’re cute but focus.” Harry caught your attention as he finished his little dance segment, before you had to follow. You had no idea whether Harry had done it correctly, but you didn’t care it was just fun to be silly and young with him again.

Once you were finished you all laughed as you watched it back, especially as you focused in on the determination on Harry’s face. He’d actually aced it, which he looked awfully smug about.

He’d hold that over you all forever, now.

“Dad can I post these?” Oli asked. He had quite a large following on TikTok, even without posting content containing his dad in. He liked to keep his dad and his relationship quite private - because it was really special to him - so of course Harry welcomed the idea of people getting a slight glimpse of the Styles’ relationships.

You didn’t, however, expect the videos to blow up so much to the point where it became the most liked video on TikTok, talked about on almost every talk show and start a trend on twitter of #StylesforStrictly.

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