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once-upon-a-thigh · 1 year

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She sees you when you’re sleeping

Summary: You’re home from collage to spend Christmas with your family and your older brother’s best friend, Natasha.

Genre: Smut

Pairing: AU Natasha Romanoff X Fem!reader

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: 18+, she/her, pronouns used, afab, dub-con, pervert! Nat, somnophilia, small age gap (19/24), swearing, groping, fingering (r receiving), strap on sex (r receiving), degradation, santa kink???

Here’s your Christmas gift sluts, sorry for the pause.

Your hands gripped the steering wheel in front of you tightly, an index finger tapping along to the Christmas tunes playing softly through the radio. You mentally blamed your nervous driving on the icy roads, but you knew the truth. Your brother Tony had his old college friend, Natasha, staying over for Christmas this year. You hadn’t seen her for years, but this didn’t stop you from remembering the intense crush you used to have on the older girl whenever she would visit home with Tony. Used, you chucked to yourself. As if you haven’t been stalking her instagram, guiltily touching yourself to any photos that revealed her strong arms and nimble fingers.

With the redhead on your mind, the drive went by quick as a flash. Before you knew it, you were pulling in to the freshly shovelled driveway, greeted by the various expensive cars owned by your father.

With a sigh, you stepped out the car and heaved your bag from the back. You dragged your feet to the door that had already been opened by your anxiously waiting mother, careful not to slip. You couldn’t help the grin that slipped on your face as soon as your waiting mother pulled you in to her warm embrace, smothering your cold cheeks with loving kisses.

“Oh Y/n, I missed you darling. Come in, come in quick before you catch a cold.” She tugged you inside and slammed the door shut, resulting in a yell from your father who had yet to notice your presence.

“Maria! What have I told you about slamming that damn door!” He came barrelling in to the hall. “Oh, Y/n dear, welcome home.” His frown turned upside down when he noticed you, trudging forward to pull you in to a hug. Your heart grew sore with the amount of love you were receiving. You had missed being home.

“Oh sister!” An elongated yell sounded from the lounge. You recognised the voice of your annoying man-child of a brother. You hesitated on greeting him, knowing that the woman of your dreams will most likely be there with him.

With an ounce of courage, you stepped in to the room, trying your best to keep your eyes from immediately darting to the woman sat next to your brother.

“Hi Tony,” you smiled, before finally letting your eyes slip to the redhead “Hey Nat.”

Your cheeks immediately flushed as red as her hair when you noticed her ivory greens were already piercing in your direction. She stood tall, taking a couple swaggering steps towards you with her hands in her pockets as her gaze shifted up and down your almost quivering body.

“Hey Y/n, long time no see.” She paused for a moment, eyes stopping on your chest as she sucked in her bottom lip. “My, have you grown.”

Your breath caught, all you could let out in a reply was a quiet whimper.

You brother shoved Nat in the arm, though she hardly moved and her stare didn't shift either.

“Can you stop flirting with my sister? She’s a kid.” He grunted.

“I’m not a kid Tony!” You clapped back, embarrassed he would say such a thing.

“Oh please Y/n, you still believe in Santa Clause.” He rolled his eyes.

“I do not!” You yelled back, fists clenched.

Your mother’s voice interrupted your argument from the kitchen. “Children! There will be no arguing on Christmas eve!”

Feeling totally humiliated, you turned on your heal and made a run for it upstairs to your childhood bedroom. Flopping on to your princess themed bed, you glanced around the room that was still painted pink, stopping briefly on the collection of stuffed animals piled up in the corner. “No wonder they think I’m a kid,” you muttered to yourself.

Your wallowing was interrupted by a knock on the door.

Sitting up on the bed and ringing your hands together, you called them in. Much to your delight, and embarrassment, it was Natasha who stepped in, closing the door behind her.

“You forgot this detka.” Her bulbous bicep strained as she lifted your duffle slightly in a gesture. Your mouth watered at the sight, thighs clenching at the nickname.

“Thank you.” You murmered, your gaze dropping to your lap.

Much to your surprise, she took a seat on the edge of the bed, watching you. After a moment of silence, you gasped quietly when she laid a strong, veiny hand on your thigh. She sucked in sharply through her teeth as she squeezed the flesh roughly. “I don’t think you’re a kid, by the way.”

You glanced up at her with innocent eyes. “You don’t?”

Her grip loosened, her hand now trailing up towards your centre slowly. “No, you’re all grown up, aren’t you sweetie?”

You gulped, lashes fluttering. Suddenly, it was like the lustful cloud had dematerialised, and she snatched her hand back. She stood up quick, walking to the door in a hurry. Half out the door, she looked over her shoulder with a grin.

“Do you really still believe in Santa?”

Still recovering from whatever the fuck just happened, you only gawked at her, mouth open.

With a chuckle in amusement at your lack of reply, she left the room, shutting the door quietly behind her.

Soon it was time for dinner, which went by achingly slow with your parents smothering you, and your brother embarrassing you at the same time. It wasn’t all bad however, as the whole time Natasha was sat next to you, brushing her hand against you discreetly every chance she got. The back of your neck as she rested her arm on the back of your chair mid-conversation, your breast as she reached across you for the salt, or your thigh, for seemingly no reason at all.

Natasha had become completely enthralled by you from the moment you stepped through the door. The naive girl she had once known now grown, a beautiful woman that she wished to be between the legs of. She felt like such a pervert, wanting nothing more than to fill every hole of her best friend’s little sister until she begged for her to stop.

She watched the bounce of your ass and the sway of your hips as you carried the dirty plates to the kitchen. You volunteered to clean the dishes like the good little girl you are. She briefly fantasised about stealing you away, forcing you to become a housewife that would clean the dishes as she used your filthy body to get herself off.

“I’m going to help her.” Nat smiled as she rose from the table. Brushing off Howard and Maria’s protests, she made her way in to the kitchen.

You hadn’t noticed her, too busy scrubbing away at a plate under running water. Glancing behind her and ensuring she was out of sight from the rest of the family, she snuck up behind you.

You went rigid when you felt a warm body press against the back of you. You already knew it was the woman you had been pining after, who else would it be? Not sure as to how to react, you carried on washing the dishes with a red face.

Your whole body flushed when you heard her moan gently as she grasped at your tits, squeezing and shaking them like they were toys.

“N-nat? What are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?” She replied, rubbing her nose in to your neck and laying gentle kisses between sentences. “I’m just fulfilling both of our fantasies. You think I never noticed you staring detka? Did you think I wouldn’t notice when you liked that old photo of mine on insta?”

You instantly cringed at the memory. You had been looking at, using, a photo of her at the beach that had been posted a year before when you accidentally brushed your thumb against the like button when you reached your peak. You were quick to retract the like, but it seems the damage was already made.

“Did you touch your pretty little pussy when looking at it malyshka? You just couldn’t help yourself, huh? Well you don’t have to worry about that now, I’m here to make to all better.”

Your breathing quickened as one of her hands released your breast to trail down your stomach, it was just breaching the waistband of your jeans before she jumped away from you. You were quick to turn around, ready to berate her for stopping, only to realise your mother was walking through the door.

“Sweetheart, you look like you’ve seen a ghost, are you feeling alright?” She sped towards you, pressing her hand against your forehead. “Y/n, you’re all flushed. How about you go to bed early? I don’t want you unwell on Christmas.”

Glancing at Natasha, you saw her facing her boots, biting her lip to hide a grin. Looking back at your mother, you nodded your head, feigning exhaustion. “Yeah, okay.”

It was late into the night when the older woman made a move to feel you again. The rest of your family had resided to their own beds, leaving the house in a barely creaking silence.

Unbeknownst to you, you had made things all the much easier for her. Sneaking in to your room and pulling the covers off your soundlessly asleep body left Nat feeling a little guilty. You looked so cute, so peaceful. But, when she saw your attire, all guilt had disappeared. There you laid in only a top and panties, like you had been waiting for her. Soft thighs slightly parted, practically inviting her in. She stifled a groan at the sight of you, already desperately removing her clothes as quiet as she could with such haste.

Her knees dented the plush mattress as she settled between your own. She positioned your spread legs how she liked, leaving a trail of goosebumps as she brushed her fingers along your skin. The toy strapped around her hips was so large it had already settled against your clothed centre, the weight of it causing enough stimulation to have you whimpering in your sleep, a wet patch gradually growing on the cotton beneath the foux cock. Breathing heavily, she leant forward, bracing herself on her forearms so her body was flush against your own. She was surrounded by your scent, and utterly obsessed. The redhead breathed in against your neck as she began to grind against you, feeling the base of the dildo rock against her throbbing clit.

"Gunna spread you open." She whispered seductively against your ear, before grunting and thrusting once a bit too hard, unable to hold herself back. "Going to rip that pussy apart."

Out of everything, it was the hotness of her breath against your lobe that had you begin to stir awake. Natasha paused momentarily, shuffling up so she can stare down at you expectantly, but her grinding didn't stop.

"Mm," your eyelids fluttered open until you curiously looked at her with hooded eyes. "What's going on?"

Thankful for your calm state, the predator's movement only increased, now moving so roughly against you your body shifted across the mattress inch by inch. "Shh sweetheart, go back to sleep. It's just Santa here to give you your present."

You rubbed your eyes with your fists, and she grinned at your cuteness. "What are you doing Nat?"

She was a bit sad that her game of pretend had finished so quickly, but that disappointment didn't last when you let out a quiet moan, suddenly moving your arms around the woman and gripping at her muscular shoulder blades. "I- I-"

She interrupted your stutter by pressing her mouth against your own, thrusting her tongue inside and tasting you with a moan. You immediately melted in to the kiss, moving your lips against hers hastily in order to catch up. Now having realised what is happening, you were ecstatic, lifting your hips in an attempt to further rub yourself against her length. "That's my girl," she pulled away to to whisper.

Sitting back on her feet, she pulled down your panties, watching in awe as your slick caused the fabric to stick to your cunt. Whilst she was gawking at your puffy lower lips, you were watching her. Your gaze drifted down her bare body, admiring her round breasts and toned abs. You flinched when she pressed two cold fingers against your slit, watching your reaction when she gathered your wetness and prodded at your sopping hole. You practically sucked in her fingers, whimpering as she moved them in and out slowly, flexing her fingers so she could stretch your walls ready for her cock.

Pulling her digits out, Nat pushed them into her own mouth next, moaning at the taste of your arousal. Releasing her fingers, they grasped at your hips next, flipping your over so you were lying flat on your stomach. You yelped loudly at the sudden movement, causing her to throw her body over your own so she could slap a large hand over your open mouth.

"Quiet now, malyshka. You wouldn't want me to stop, would you?" She threatened with a buck of her hips, causing the head of the dildo to breach between your thighs and press against your newly stretched hole. You shook your head, tears beginning to fill your eyes due to desperation. Grunting in response, she began to slowly press her hips forward, causing her cock to submerge inside you, You let out a long whine as she continued to press forward until her pelvis was pressed tightly against your ass, which was smothered by her palm.

"Fuck, listen to that little pussy. You're so wet for me." Squelches sounded as she shallowly thrusted against you, breathing heavily into the side of your face, laying a sloppy kiss wherever she could reach after every few thrusts. Her knees locked in on either side of your thighs, the hand that was not covering your mouth wrapped underneath you to grope at your tits and keep you closely tucked in to her chest. She had you in such a tight hold you could hardly breathe, but you didn't care, you would keep letting her fuck you until you passed out and after if it meant she would visit your room again the next night. She gripped your jaw tighter to the point where it was painful as your moans became louder as you began to reach your peak. Natasha's hips stuttered as your walls squeezed and hugged her in even deeper.

"That's it, cum around my cock you dirty slut. Who knew you would turn out to be such a whore huh?" She grinned against your ear sadistically before biting it, screwing her eyes shut as she came alongside you. She continued to rut in to you animalistically, pushing you both through your orgasms before her hips stilled. You both collapsed further into the mattress, if that's possible, now just a sweaty heap of limbs.

She brushed her nose against your damp neck, moaning lightly in content. "You're mine now."

Your lisps lifted into a soft smile. "Best Christmas gift ever."

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hoodharlow · 6 months

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Groundbreaking

AN: idk just vibes and before you get on my ass that I copied Ree, I didn't. We literally talked about about it and exchanged ideas as we wrote our fics

Requested? No

Warnings: miscommunication

Word Count:

"Hun, that red is fine." Brian reassured Miriam for the millionth time.

They were all currently at Jack and Miriam's house in Louisville getting ready for a Halloween party Jack was throwing. Miriam had the day off from performing The Nightmare Before Christmas because Jacob was out of town promoting Priscilla. So Miriam decided to fly home for the day. She was gonna go to the football game but she ended up staying home to finish her paper for a class and rest up for the party. She finished most of the paper; she just needed to finish the conclusion and format it in the way her professor wanted. Now she was color matching Copeland's tattoo with the cream colors she had to paint on Brian's head.

"Dad, trust the process." Jack nodded.

His phone went off, alerting him that someone was at the gate. He excused himself and went to see what's up. Outside was a FedEx driver holding a large box for Miriam, but they needed a signature. Jack signed it and thanked them.

"This came for you," he looked down at the label, "from Thom Browne."

Miriam squealed in excitement then turned to Jack's dad. "Okay let's let this dry for a bit so we can add another layer and outline it."

"Got it, thanks hun." Brian nodded.

Miriam reached for the box and opened it like a kid at midnight on December 24th. She pulled out two more boxes with Thom Browne's signature labels.

"What is it?" Jack asked.

"I commissioned a chef's jacket to go as Syd and the apron for–"

"Yo Jack, you're up for special effects." One of his friends called.

"Special effects?" Miriam asked.

"Yeah for my Wolverine costume. I found some retractable claws at Caulfield's. Cool huh?" He said gleefully.

"Jackman Harlow as Hugh Jackman…groundbreaking." She said flatly.

"You're such a smartass." Jack chuckled, leaning down to kiss her. Oblivious.

Miriam watched him go to the makeup table. It was taking everything in her not to cry. When the second season of The Bear came out, Jack and Miriam agreed to go as Syd and Carmy. Miriam in Syd's chef's jacket and Jack in Carmy's slutty blue apron look. In August after a three hour lecture she went to visit Thom Browne and asked if he was able to make them the chef's jacket and apron. He agreed and worked on them later because he was busy with his upcoming show for Fashion Week. Miriam felt like an idiot for doing all that when Jack went and did his own thing.

She put everything back in the box and went to the kitchen for some pomegranates. Maggie had brought some over from her tree and deseeded them for her. Miriam poured some in a bowl and added some lime juice and chili powder from the bottles of the dupe Tajin her dad sells.

"You okay?" Katalina asked her.

"Do you have an extra costume?” Miriam asked her instead.

Katalina was going as the Good Witch, Glinda, from Wicked.

“I have the accessories for Elphaba. Do you have a black dress and gloves?” her older sister asked.

“Yeah, let’s go upstairs.”

They went to the second floor where Miriam’s closet/spare bedroom was. Miriam put in the code and held the door open for her sister.

“I know this isn’t the sweater you swore you’ve never seen in your life when I asked you about it when it disappeared when you left my place back in New York.” Katalina held up the light grey Marc Jacobs cashmere knitted top.

“Oh how did that get there?” Miriam smiled sweetly.

“So what’s bothering you? Don’t try to act like nothing’s bothering you. I’ve known you since you were inside mom.” Katalina crossed her arms.

“Nothing.” she shrugged her off. A few seconds passed. “It’s just that we agreed that we were going to be Syd and Carmy for Halloween and I went to Thom Browne and got our costumes custom. Now he’s saying he’s going to be the fucking Wolvorine.”

“Jack as Hugh Jackman…groundbreaking.” her sister said in the same sarcastic tone as her.

“That’s what I said!” Miriam exclaimed.

“What did he say when you told him?”

“Told him what?”

“That he forgot y’all planned to do a couples costume.”

“It’s whatever.”

“Miriam, it’s not whatever. If something bothers you, tell him. Y’all are literally engaged.” Katalina went off.

“I’ll tell him later. I don’t mind. I was thrown off but I’m over it.” Miriam reassured her. “Now, let me find the lyrics to Moon River so I can be extra and sing it at the party.”

Jack stared intently at Miriam as her and her sister danced. He could tell they practiced the dance from the movie beforehand because Miriam had the same concentration face from when Britney Spears was giving her dance lessons for her movie. Before that her and Katalina sang Defying Gravity–well Miriam sang most of it and her sister danced in the back. Then she changed accessories to be Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast at Tiffany's. As much as he didn’t mind watching her in a tight short black dress, he couldn’t help but wonder why she’s dressed as her favorite character from her favorite musical and not Syd from the Bear like she showed him hours before they went to the party. When Miriam is set on something, it’s rare for her to divert from that.

A hand waved in front of his face, making him blink and break away from Miriam. It was Devin Booker’s hand. He had invited him to the party when he heard that Katalina was going. He knew they were talking but Miriam didn’t think so. Before the girls from the friend group went to the dance floor, Devin and Katalina were talking amongst themselves in a secluded corner.

“You okay?” Devin asked him.

“Yeah, I’m confused by Miriam’s costume. She was going to be Syd.” Jack explained.

“From the Ice Age movies?” the NBA player asked.

“No,” he chuckled, “from the Bear. I wouldn't put it past her to be Sid from Ice Age.”

“And you would go as the white guy, I’m assuming.” Devin said.

“No, why would I?” Jack frowned.

“I mean from what I’ve seen online, they’re a couples costume.”

It took Jack a second then he looked down at his retractable claw. “Oh, I fucked up.”

The rest of the party went by in a blur. Jack and Miriam were back at their place devouring some tacos. Miriam finished and went to change out of her dress into one of Jack’s flannels so she could finish the last bit of her homework. She only buttoned the middle button of the flannel and one side of the flannel fell off her shoulder.

“Do you want me to wait for you?” Jack asked when he brought Daisy back inside from her nightly potty break.

“You can go upstairs.” She waved him off. “I have to finish the conclusion and triple check the citations page to make sure I did it properly.”

“Okay.” he kissed her exposed shoulder and went upstairs.

He passed her closet and saw it was open. He stepped inside and saw the box from Thom Browne. Jack genuinely felt bad he forgot they planned to go as their favorite characters. A light switch went off in his head. He took the box and went to their shared bedroom. He quickly shedded off his tank top and jeans, putting on a fitted white t-shirt and the blue apron. He opted to stay in his boxer-briefs, not wanting to be fully exposed. He saw one of Miriam’s pencil eyeliners and doodled some figurines on his arms and hands. He heard Miriam make her way to their room and laid on his side, resting his head on his palm.

Miriam took one look at Jack and rolled her eyes. “You’re such a weirdo.” she said, making her way to him.

“Why didn’t you tell me you remind me about the costumes when I obviously forgot?” He asked, pulling her to his lap.

“Because I didn’t want to get in the way of you and Hugh Jackman.” she shrugged, running her fingers over the waist ties.

“Miriam, if we agreed to do it, then we should’ve done it. I truly am sorry I forgot.” He said tugging her hands so she could look at him.

“It’s fine. You were kinda funny for going as the Wolverine.” she said passively.

“Instead of Syd and Carmy, we should've gone as Linguini and Remy from Ratatouille instead.”

Miriam scrunched her face. ”Why?”

“Because I like you on top telling me what to do.”

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ilyasorokinn · 1 year

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(day four) not so alone , sidney crosby

note, this fic is part of my christmas series called taylor's very merry christmas series. check out this masterlist for the rest of the series. pair, sidney crosby x reader summary, y/n and sid are staying in pittsburgh for christmas this year, with their families coming out to visit instead. y/n heard through the grapevine that some of the guys weren’t going home, so she decided to welcome them over so they weren’t so alone. warnings, baby + kids (baby rakell & little geno) word count, 853 words

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"I got everything on the list, but is there anything else you need?" Sidney asked. Before practice, you had given him a list of things you needed for your big Christmas dinner.

"Well, we need dog food, but I can pick that up tomorrow." You looked over at your two dogs.

"No, I got it." You could hear the cart being pushed down the aisle from the other line, "Anything else?"

"Well, there is one thing." You held your breath.

"What is it?"

"I heard about a couple of the guys weren't going home, so I was wondering..." You paused, "I thought we could invite them over to our house."

"Invite them over?" He repeated.

"Yeah," You smiled, "No one should be alone on Christmas, Sid."

He let out a laugh, "Yeah, of course we can.”

You smiled, "All right, you finish shopping, then come home, and we can talk about how we're gonna do this."

"All right, I'll speedrun the rest of your list."

"Thank you. See you soon."

"See you soon."

Sidney got home and you discussed your new dinner plan and how you were gonna get another long table now that you had even more guests.

Before it was just gonna be your parents plus your sister, his parents and Geno plus Anna and Nikita, but after, you calculated that it was

While you were in charge of the menu, Sidney was in charge of cleaning, getting the house ready, and inviting his teammates over.

So, after practice, while everyone was getting ready to leave, that’s when he thought it was the best time to do it.

“All right, one more thing before you all go.” He announced, gathering everyone’s attention, “Mrs. Crosby heard some of you weren’t going home for Christmas this year, so if you don’t have anywhere to go, our home is open for you.”

They all nodded, appreciative looks on their faces as they all went back to what they were doing. After they all finished up, a few guys approached him.

He looked at the 4 guys in front of him, Jarry, Rakell, Kapanen, and Joseph, and smiled. Before they could even open their mouths, “Be there at 4.” They all nodded and were on their way.

On Christmas, you and Sidney were rushing around the house. Sweeping, vacuuming, and making sure everything was in tip-top shape.

Your parents were also in town, so they were helping out where they could. The first to arrive were the Malkins, and they arrived with a very nice bottle of wine. The moment Nikita stepped into your house, he was running off to play with your dogs.

Geno brought the dish they brought into the kitchen, and while Sidney followed him, you and Anna made your way into the living room with glasses of wine already in hand.

Not long after the Malkin’s arrived was when everyone else started arriving too. Tristan and his fiancé arrived with a nice bottle of wine.

Then Kappy and PO Joseph came together, looking dapper as ever. You opened the door, holding one of your dog's collars so they wouldn't run out the door.

You smiled at them, and smiled even brighter when you noticed the bouquet of flowers in Pierre's hands, "Glad you guys could make it." You gave them each a brief hug as you were handed the flowers.

"Thank you for inviting us."

Lastly to arrive were the Rakell’s, which you didn’t fault for being late due to the baby, who was now fast asleep in your arms.

You all congregated around the table and began talking amongst each other, enjoying the food prepared.

Due to the sleeping child in your arms, you couldn't really cut or eat any of your food, so Sidney did the work for you. He cut up the turkey into smaller pieces and spoon-fed food to you.

"I just wanted to thank everyone for coming." You announced looking around the table, "I know it was last minute, but I really do believe that no one should be alone on Christmas, so thank you." You smiled at everyone as you bounced the sleeping baby in your arms.

"Thank you." Emmeli, Rickard's wife smiled, "Thank you for welcoming us into your home. It means more to us than we can say." You smiled happily before taking your seat again, leaning into Sidney’s arms.

After everyone had gone home with heaps of leftovers and everyone staying over at your home had retreated into their rooms for the night, you and Sidney spent some time cleaning up the easy stuff, pushing all the harder stuff for the next morning.

“So, I saw how you were with Daisy,” He started, shooting you a smirk.

“Don’t start.” You shook your head, “You were the exact same way. You were giving her goo-goo eyes and playing peek-a-boo all night.”

“I’m not denying it.” He raised his hands in surrender.

“I’m perfectly happy where we are right now.”

“All right, but what wasn’t a no,”

“No, it wasn’t.” You shook your head as you set some plates by the sink to deal with the next morning.

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im-totally-not-an-alien-2 · 1 year

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Sephiroth is accidentally summoned to Amity Park by the GIW who were trying to summon Phantom to capture him.

Phantom comes to his aid. Thinking he's a ghost due to his ghost sense activating due to all the mako in Sephiroths body. The silver haired psycho was at first amused by all of this up until the people in white started going on and on about how they are with the government and going to capture Phantom and do awful painful experiments on him and possibly make an army out of him and Sephiroth had heard enough. For a spit second, he saw himself in that child.

By the time he calmed down the only sound around him was the sizzling of half melted rubble and the crackle of downed live electrical wires. Phantom was staring at him in shock from the large glowing cage he was trapped in. The silverette was prepared for a lot of responses to the slaughter the child had just witnessed. Cheering, tears of gratitude, people calling him inhuman, a monster, but nothing like this kid. He simply asked, "Are you okay?"

This child was an enigma. Even after freeing him from his prison with a single swipe of Masamune he made no moves to flee. No matter how many insults or threats he made the white haired boy stayed. Appearently he had defeated the child in one on one combat and as a unattended ederich child spirit, Sephiroth was now his legal guardian. Usually he would be apposed but Mother was whispering to him in the back of his mind, cooing over her new grandchild and praising her son for getting such a good catch. If he were a lesser man he would have sighed.

Phantom soon revealed he had no where to go and certainlycouldn't return to his biological parents. His parents were evil mad scientists that attacked him once they learned what thier experiments had done to thier son. They wanted to study him in perhaps the cruelest ways possible. The "ghost zone" or "Infinite Realms" as its truly called was filled with his enemies and had no way to nourish his living half, but the living world had no way to nourish his ghost half aside from portals and harvesting ectoplasm. Aside from portals being both rare and fleeting, harvesting ectoplasm is no easy task especially when dodging evil government groups.

Phantom would have to find a new dimension to live in. One with ectoplasm readily available for harvest, but first they needed to tie up loose ends here. Phantom went into hiding on Sephiroths orders and the child quickly obeyed. The silver General on the other hand went on a warpath, destroying the laboratories and portals and the people who made them.

Phantom, now in his living form was saying goodbye to his friends and sister giving them wierd PHSs he had modified so they can communicate with him beyond dimensions (impressive) and portal guns he had made (again Sephiroth was impressed) so that they could visit him from time to time. He promised to send them the dimensions coordinates once they got there.

It wasn't long until they were in a dimensions they both liked floating above an outright filthy mako pool in some soft of cave system. Danny wasted no time busting out machinery and hooking it up to the Mako pool and purifying it.

This is, of course, when Batman gets a camera notification that someone is messing with Gothams Lazarus Pit.

Fic featuring: Sephiroth becoming a father mentor for Danny, Bruce being adoption blocked, Sephiroth agreeing to abide by Batmans "ridiculous" no killing policy and them making him pseudo regret it by carving the Joker up like a Christmas turkey. Hood got it on his helmets visual recording and he sent Sephiroth flowers, Danny casually vibing with the bats and birds until he does something blatantly eldrich, Danny asking his new mentor "if I grow out my hair will you teach me how to take care of it?", Sephiroth and Phantom just vibing, ptsd representation, Sephiroth seeing himself in this kid and deciding to be the savior that never came for himself.

#fanfiction prompts #prompts #dp x dc #final fantasy vii #sephiroth #sephiroth adopts danny phantom #they vibin #danny is just absorbing any and all information sephiroth gives him #danny phantom #danny fenton #Danny and Sephiroth both have ptsd and danny discosiates #i cant spell sorry #autocorrect doesnt even know what im teying to say #Damian is somewhat obsessed with Sephiroths odachi and wants it #tim is preparing to be attacked by yet another new sibling #just in case #batman is displeased by two obvious metas in Gotham but they have only acted in self defence and they cant seem to get rid of them #think of the chaos

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joelslegalwhre · 2 years

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Baby pictures

pairing⁀➷ lance stroll x fem!reader

word count⁀➷ 1k

summary⁀➷ When being alone with Lance’s mother and sister, you get to see some of his baby pictures.

warnings⁀➷ fluff, female reader, mention of starting a family

a/n⁀➷ this is literally one big fluff event (as always, tell me if I missed a warning pls!)

requested; hili! i was thinking my own prompt with lance in 2nd pov. "stop showing her my baby pictures!", i hope this is alright!

It was Christmas time and the first snow was falling from the greyish clouds. The air was crispy and you could see your breath in the cold air.

You and Lance were currently visiting his parents for Christmas. He's been away with his Dad for the day, so you were sitting on the couch with Claire-Anne, his Mom.

Chloe, Lance's sister, was coming later on in the day.

You both had a blanket on your lap and a mug with hot tea in your hands. You loved days like this. It was like one of those Christmas movies you loved so much. It was snowing, you were in the warmth and sitting there on the couch with Claire-Anne just felt like being home.

You two were talking about everything, the men were out for some time now but neither of you was bothered by that. Lance's mother loved you and always said how you were like a second daughter to her. She liked you from the beginning and couldn't make it easier for you, becoming a part of the family. Just as you wanted to tell Claire-Anne something that happened on your way to their house, a sound coming from the front door interrupted you.

"I'm home! Hey, Y/N you're here!" Chloe came into the living room. She was carrying a huge box in her hands, which she quickly placed on the dinner table to greet you. "Heyy!" you said hugging her. She hugged you back with a smile all over her face.

"I missed you! How are you?" Chloe asked as you parted. "I'm good, thanks. I missed you too!" you said, smiling.

"Oh by the way, before I forget it!" she said, the excitement in her voice couldn't be ignored. "As I was looking for the Christmas decor, I found this." she said, holding up a photo album. It was grey with a photo in the centre, a photo of a baby.

"Is that Lance?" you asked with a grin. "The one and only." Chloe said with laughter.

"Come sit down girls. Let's look at some pictures, shall we?" Claire-Anne asked with a warm smile. "Yes please, I'm eager to see more of baby Lance." you said, still grinning, before turning back to Chloe.

"Do you want a cup of tea?" you asked her. She nodded her head 'yes' and you quickly went to the kitchen.

Neither Chloe nor Claire-Anne said something because they knew you would insist on making the tea on your own. You knew where everything was, so you pulled out another mug to fill it with hot water and a teabag. As you reentered the living room, Lance's Mom patted on the free spot next to her. You grabbed your blanket after handing Chloe her tea and made your way to the couch. "Thanks, y/n/n." she said.

"Do you know which year this is from?" Claire-Anne asked as she opened the book.

"I'm not sure, it seems as if he was around one or two. So it's either from 1999 or 2000 I suppose." Chloe said and shrugged her shoulders. You continued looking through the photo album and Claire-Anne was telling you stories to each picture.

"How can a baby be so cute?" you asked with adoration. "You are biased, he's your boyfriend y/n/n." Chloe said with a raised finger while nipping on her tea.

"Oh c'mon, he is cute even now, but as a baby?" you said with a dreamy smile, kidding with Chloe. "Please, go and make your own then." she said and you almost choked on your tea. You coughed and felt your cheeks getting hot.

"Chloe!" you gasped embarrassed. Lance's Mom just quietly giggled and continued to show you the pictures.

"We’re back!" you heard your boyfriend shouting from the door. "Hello!" you shouted back. Lance and his Dad came into the living room, both still wearing their golf gear. "How's it been?" you asked him as he hugged your shoulders from behind and kissed you on the cheek. "Fun. But cold." he muttered into your neck. You slightly turned around to give him a proper kiss, his lips still a bit cold from being outside.

"What have you been doing?" he asked the three of you after he and Lawrence greeted you three. Lawrence was sitting in an armchair and Lance just plopped down next to you on the couch.

"Chloe found this." his Mother showed them the photo album. "We've been looking through it for the past hour." Chloe said with a smirk.

"Mom, stop showing her my baby pictures!" he said embarrassed. "How much have you seen?" he asked, turning his attention to you.

"She has seen enough to want a mini Lance herself." Chloe whispered in your direction. It wasn't loud enough for his parents to hear but by the slight smirk on Lance's face, you could tell he did.

"Now shut up Chloe." you whispered back. She just laughed and took another sip of her tea.

As his Mom wanted to continue looking through the album Lance shook his head. "Alright, I think we had enough of that." he said and took the album from his Mother's hands.

It was later in the evening, when you came out of the bathroom, ready to go to sleep. Lance was already laying on the bed, watching you enter the room. "Come here baby." he said and opened his arms for you. You hopped on the bed and cuddled up to him.

"You are as cute as you were when you were a baby." you teased Lance, looking up at him as your head was resting on his chest. He propped himself up on his elbow to look at you. "You enjoyed watching me suffer, didn't you?" he joked. "Suffer?" you said laughing.

Lance shook his head with a light smile.

"What?"

"I love you." he simply said, still smiling at you. Your lips curled up and you looked at him in love. "I love you too." Lance bent down to kiss you and you could feel him still smiling through the kiss.

“I’m down for the mini us, by the way.” he grinned as you parted. “Oh my god,” you breathed out a laugh, your hand smacking his bare chest.

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the-offside-rule · 5 months

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Sergio 'Checo' Perez (Red Bull Racing) - Feliz Navidad

Requested: no

Prompt: Feliz Navidad

Y/n lay asleep in the coziest bed ever and that was the bed of the spare bedroom in her older brother Sergio's house. She always came over for Christmas since she lived in England for university and usually, Checo would leave her asleep because of the jetlag but her university decided that they wouldn't finish the semester until the 23rd, so she'd only landed the evening before Christmas.

As we were saying, she lay asleep, enjoying how comfortable this he'd was in comparison to the one back IN England when the door shot open wide. She hopped up in a hazy state only to see her brother with his children, blasting Feliz Navidad from a Bluetooth speaker. He always did it when they were younger, ever since Checo found out she hated the song. He played it simply to annoy her but also to wake her up on Christmas. "Sergio, I understand you enjoy annoying me with this song but it won't be a Feliz Navidad if you keep playing this song." Checo laughed as he lifted his children up onto her bed. "Come on! It's time to wake up! It's Christmas!"

"Despierta te!" her nephew chanted over and over again, jumping up and down on the bed. "Junior, why do you do this to Tia Y/n?" she asked. "Can't you do it to Paola?" He shook his little head. "She doesn't stay here for Christmas anymore. It's just you! Now venga! We need to open presents!" Y/n was pulled and dragged out od bed by the enthusiastic little boy. She let out a gasp as her feet touched the freezing marble floors, earning a chuckle from her older brother.

Y/n sat on the sofa, laughing along with Carola, a cup of coffee in hand as they watched Checo and the kids excitedly open presents. They didn't see eachother that often and they were friends before Checo had met Carola, Y/n liked to think that they only got together because of her and that was partially correct. Carola and Y/n were midway through a conversation when she felt a tug at her dressing gown. She looked down to see thbe soft eyes of her nephew and stumbling neice beside him. "And this is for you!" Junior said, lifting a present with his little sister trying to help. "Aw, gracias." She said, taking the gift and carefully shaking it. "I wonder what it could be?" They jumped around excitedly until she had torn the wrapping paper and took a good look at it. Her wide and partially forced smile softened as she looked at the gift.

A beautiful frame, hand decorated with buttons, glitter, ribbons and other little bits and pieces. And inside, a family photo. Her parents sat on a chair in the middle of the photo and either side of them, their children from oldest to youngest and finally, the in laws and grandchildren. Y/n looked over to Carola, who had an arm around her and back to the frame. Then, underneath the photo she noticed a small note. Ll

Buena suerte en Londres y no nos olvides <3

She kept her smile on, trying not to show that she was sad but no matter how much she tried to hide it, her brother new better. "How about you go and get some breakfast, eh? Before everyone else comes to visit?" The children nodded and trailed out after Carola.

"Now, what is going on?" Checo asked his sister, who was hunched over crying into the coloured wrapping paper. "Nothing" Y/n replied, still weeping. "Don't lie. I'll get Paola and you know she won't stop until you tell her so it's easier to tell me instead." Y/n let out a shaky sigh. "I just miss being home." Checo arched a brow. "No, I'm being serious. I hate London. I don't know anybody! I miss hanging out with Carola every day. I miss being with my friends here. I just miss everything!" Checo pulled his little sister into a hug. "I know. Moving away is always hard. It's one of those things about growing up. I had to go to Germany all by myself, remember that?" She nodded. "Well I grew up then and I benefited from it greatly."

Y/n remembered how Checo went to Germany. She was so little and didn't understand why she could only talk to him through a phone or a letter. She didn't get it but if course, with age, she did. "You living in London will be good for you, I know it will." Checo said, rubbing her arm in an attempt to calm her down. "I know. I just miss you so much." She sniffled. "Well let's not make memories of you crying, let's go make some happy memories while you're here, eh?" She wiped her eyes and nodded. "I suppose me should. Can't leave the place staying sad again."

The pair stood up and went to the door to go out to the kitchen when Sergio stopped his young sister. "By the way, Y/n?" she looked back at him. "Feliz Navidad." Y/n laughed and hugged her brother. "Feliz Navidad, Checo."

#f1 blurb #f1 imagine #f1 oneshot #f1 oneshots #sergio perez #sergio perez imagine #sergio perez imagines #sergio perez x reader #sergio perez x y/n

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dreamwritesimagines · 2 years

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Enamored Extra Scene - 15

[Set in : After chapter 36]

Warnings: Explicit language, drinking, Regency era social norms, mentions of sex

“Remind me again why we are meeting here instead of the gentlemen’s club?”

“Oh come on now,” Anthony told Elias as the barkeep brought three bottles and two glasses to their table. “You had me drink that god awful wine before your wedding, I have to pay back the favor.”

Elias eyed the bottles suspiciously. “Jesus Christ, what is in them?”

Anthony grinned and wiggled his brows.

“Three words, my friend,” he said, holding up three fingers. “Oxford. Christmas. Holiday.”

A look of realization dawned on Elias’s face and he groaned, slipping a little in his chair.

“Oh God no…”

“Simon went straight home, you and I stopped by an inn before getting to London,” Anthony said. “And decided to get drunk.”

“Mm, couple hours before you left me to go upstairs with a lady of the night?”

“I left you with a lady as well, I didn’t leave you alone.” Anthony corrected him. “But before all that, we came up with quite literally the worst drink combination in the world to get drunk faster.”

“Anthony, I was still drunk when we got to London man,” Elias said. “We had to stop the carriage five times on the way so that we could throw up.”

“Yeah yeah—what was the recipe again?”

Elias heaved a sigh. “Quarter glass of ale, quarter brandy and rum for the rest of the glass.”

Anthony chuckled and started pouring the ale into the glasses before putting down the bottle and grabbing the brandy again. Elias let out a whine, eyeing him as he filled the rest of the glass with rum and pushed the glass in his direction.

“On one hand, if I die of poisoning I would be leaving Cece a widow,” Elias commented. “On the other hand if you die, you can’t marry my sister.”

Anthony nodded. “Sounds about right.”

“Cheers then,” Elias said and clinked his glass with his, then took a sip and groaned. Anthony took a huge sip as well and grimaced, clearing his throat.

“Jesus, this is terrible.”

“I feel like this is worse than that wine,” Elias said before taking another sip again. “Good thing is, we’re going to get drunk very soon so we won’t even notice it.”

“Mm hm.” The drink burned Anthony’s throat as he took another sip and leaned back. “Better work fast.”

“I heard you told my sister to hire a third seamstress.” Elias said, making Anthony shrug his shoulders.

“She wants a long veil.”

“Oh I know,” Elias said. “She basically woke up talking about that thing, and didn’t stop until Aunt Lavinia said ‘Go tell Anthony about it’. Didn’t think she would just say “Alright!” and leave the breakfast table right at that second though.”

Anthony chuckled, that familiar warmth filling his chest.

“And I certainly didn’t think your solution would be that,” Elias said. “One would think you can’t say no to her even before the wedding.”

Anthony tilted his head. “Is this coming from the man who bought his wife a museum as a wedding gift because she liked a painting there?”

Elias snapped his fingers. “You make a good point,” he said. “Still waiting for the paperwork. By the way, I can help you with your wedding gift if you want.”

Anthony waved a hand in the air. “I already handled it.”

“Oh, what did you get her?”

“A house.”

“By the countryside?”

“In Paris.”

Elias blinked a couple of times. “You bought her a house in Paris,” he repeated and Anthony nodded.

“Yeah, she loves it there,” he said. “I figured she’d like one for when we visit.”

Elias gawked at him, then raised his glass slightly. “Well thought.”

“Thanks,” Anthony said and took a huge sip, then sat up straight. “Alright, are you ready?”

“Hm?”

“You know why I brought you here right?”

“Aside from poisoning me?” Elias grinned. “I do have a guess, but you should ask me either way.”

“Will you be my best man?”

Elias heaved a dramatic sigh.

“You know historically speaking, best man’s duty was to defend the groom if someone attacked him?” he said. “Or get involved if someone tried to stop the wedding?”

“Mm hm.”

“I’m the one who might attack you during the wedding in order to stop it from taking place,” Elias pointed at himself. “Goes against the whole point.”

“Your father might attack me or try to stop the wedding as well,” Anthony stated. “It’s not just you.”

“True that, he still doesn’t like you.”

Anthony tilted his head. “Eli.”

Elias smiled before rolling his eyes.

“Fine,” he said. “Assuming my father will be walking her down the aisle, I’d be honored to be your best man.”

Anthony let out a chuckle and clinked his glass with his. “Thank you.”

“I still cannot believe this,” Elias grumbled. “I was serious about her living with us after marriage, you know.”

“That’s not going to happen,” Anthony said and thought for a moment, then took a huge sip of his drink, then motioned at Elias to do the same.

“Hm?”

“You’re going to want to be at least tipsy for what I’m about to say to you.”

“Why?”

Anthony put his glass on the table. “First of all, I want you to know that I do not want to have this conversation with you either.”

“What?”

“…Someone needs to talk to her, Elias.”

“Talk to my sister?” Elias asked. “About?”

Anthony raised his brows and shot him a look, and as soon as it dawned on Elias he made a face.

“Are you trying to make me punch you?”

“Not really.”

“You will only hold hands after the wedding, I forbid anything else—”

“I’m serious,” Anthony cut him off. “Your mother apparently didn’t get the chance and she doesn’t know.”

“And how exactly do you know that she doesn’t know?” Elias asked tersely and Anthony heaved a sigh.

“Are you going to listen to me or do you want to be dramatic first?”

Elias threw his hands up and motioned at him. “Anthony, you’re talking about—”

“I know she's your sister and I know I'd want to punch any suitor of my sisters if they wanted to have a conversation with me about this,” Anthony said. “However, I love her so I can take a punch after you hear me out because this is important.”

“No promises on the punching but alright.” Elias grumbled. “Go ahead I guess.”

“I don’t want her to walk into that room clueless or worse; scared out of her mind because of some gossip she might hear at the wedding breakfast,” he said. “And I would have explained it myself but—”

“You will do no such thing, you’re not even married yet! I swear to God…”

“But as far as I’m told,” Anthony continued as if Elias hadn’t interrupted him. “It’s better if she hears it from a woman first. Tell Cecily or your aunt,” he paused for a moment and made a face. “Or I suppose I can tell my mother but I do not want to have that conversation unless I have no other choice.”

Elias downed his glass and shook his head, then poured some brandy into his glass.

“I’m going to pretend this isn’t about my sister and tell you my feelings on the subject at large,” he muttered. “I don’t think mothers are the best bet here.”

“Why?”

“I told Cecily before her mother did.”

Anthony tilted his head. “Seriously?”

“Yeah.”

“For the first time?”

“Mm hm.”

“I mean I figured she had an idea, considering how you two were back in Stormview but…”

“Yeah and it’s a good thing I told her before her mother, that woman was about to scar my beloved for life.” Elias took a huge sip of his brandy. “Apparently she told Cecily that it’s a chore that had to be performed throughout the marriage but she could just lie there and focus on something else if it got too unpleasant.”

Anthony grimaced. “Ouch.”

“Cecily asked me the next day if we were doing something wrong because it did not match her mother’s description so as I said, mothers might not be the best idea now to think of it. Apparently they tend to give wrong information.”

“Or no information. Don’t you remember what happened to…” Anthony snapped his fingers. “Morris and his bride? Her mother let that poor girl marry him without any explanation of what would happen, then—”

“She rode back to her parents’ house and asked for an annulment on the wedding night because he wanted to take her gown off,” Elias finished his sentence for him.

“Exactly.”

“Jesus Christ, I guess it could’ve been worse,” Elias scoffed and shook his head. “But I still cannot believe you have the audacity—”

“Just tell Cecily to talk to her,” Anthony interrupted him. “Please.”

Elias gritted his teeth and nodded as Anthony downed his drink to fill it again.

“This conversation never happened,” Elias motioned between them and Anthony raised his glass.

“I forgot about it already.”

“Good,” Elias said. “Now, do you want me to tell you more about how much my father hates you or do you need to finish your drink first?”

#enamored extra scene

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theworldoffostering · 4 months

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So much snow. And cold. And sadness.

It’s NB’s birthday this week. He will be FIVE! Can we please take a moment to reflect on his birth? His mom called me at 5am and told me she was in the ER at a hospital nearly an hour away from me, asking me to come meet her. I did. Upon arrival, the OBGYN came into the room and said she was going to have the baby now and gave me a gown so I could head back into the OR and watch the c-section. Never in my life did I imagine that would be how I was spending my morning/day. NB was born and I sat with him until the ambulance came to transfer him to a larger hospital with a NICU. NB was about six weeks early, and born addicted, but was mostly a feeder and grower. His NICU experience was fairly bland except it happened 71 miles away from us during the polar vortex. We commuted daily and spent many nights there despite DH and I both working full-time.

NB was born the day before Ms. 6’s adoption. I sent her an email today asking if she was ready to talk. I don’t think she is, but wanted to put the ball into her court and let her know that we were. She’s requesting contact with NB, but no one else, and we have refused. It’s so weird to me. In her biological home, Ms. 6 was very much the favorite, and Ms. 6 now has made NB her favorite, and frankly that is a major benefit of her no longer being here—we no longer have to choose to manage that dynamic. But I’m also still sad over all of the loss. (For sure I am also relieved.) It’s confusing and complicated.

DH’s family situation continues to be challenging. His sister’s situation is worse than we had initially known, and his mom’s cancer is potentially back. She’ll find out for sure this week. How do you handle death of a parent when the parent hates you and is actively trying to destroy your marriage? I feel bad for DH, and also clueless as to how to make anything easier/better in this situation.

I also saw DD last week. She came over to pick up some Christmas gifts that my mom had sent for her. About 90% of what she said during her visit were straight up lies. I’m sad, frustrated, disappointed. Is this part of the disease, or is this just who she is?

I don’t know you guys, I am sort of just asking myself, “What is the point?” Like what was the point of doing all of the work to get Ms. 6? We are completely isolated in our own community due to it, and she has rained down so much pain and trauma on our family/other kids. What was the point? She got out of a residential setting, was safe here, experienced life, went on vacations, and acquired the skills to graduate high school (she’s done—she just finished in December). Was that the point? Is that enough to justify all of the harm done to the people left standing?

DD left an orphanage in Eastern Europe, and I think it probably (not trying to be dramatic) saved her life. As a person with cerebral palsy, I’m not sure how many years she would have made it in the orphanage, and aging out would probably mean being on the streets. It was such a miracle that she got out of Eastern Europe when she did (truly), that I always felt like she was destined for great things. And by great, I mean typical adulting like having a job, being in a stable relationship, etc. That’s not what’s happening, and I’m crushed by the loss of that dream, and feeling like I am losing hope for her future to be more than what it currently is. It could probably be worse, but not having an authentic relationship with her is particularly painful to me as she’s my first child and for many years, it was just she and I. We were a family and I felt so connected to her. Having the relationship we have now feels to me like an accute loss. So again, what’s the point is the question that keeps rearing up for me.

It’s weird to be a foster parent for so long, be entirely dedicated to it with your whole self, and then be left wondering, “Does it even matter?”

#deep thoughts #parenting is hard #this is foster care #foster care

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puer-aurea · 4 months

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On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love gave to me...

Confession for Roomies (not romantic) "Wow, that's a big surprise. I think I'm gonna have a heart attack and die from surprise." Mercenary AU (Takes place a couple years before the 'main events')

Grian was out hunting for dinner and Cleo had gone to visit their sister, so, at the moment, Etho was the only person at the farm. Normally, that's no big deal, he's alone on the farm a lot. But today, he was anxious. They had been living together for a few months now, but he had managed to avoid the topic. He didn't want to keep hiding it from them, so he decided today was the day. Grian would be home first, hopefully with something Etho could cook for dinner. If not, he'd just take the walk to Trader Scar's and see what they had. Honestly, the food Lizzie and Scar grow is better than any Etho could grow because of Scar's elven enchants, but it's much more expensive than he'd like. He was also riding on the chance that Cleo comes home after or when dinner is done so he didn't have to worry about his anxiety showing to them. They could just get straight into the food then his secret. Etho figured he had enough time before either of them were home, so he went out to feed their sheep and calm his nerves. It was getting around the time where they would have to be sheared and he made a mental note to plan a good time to do it with the other two. "Etho! I got rabbit!" Grian landed on the sheep pen holding two rabbits in his hand. "Oh, two? That's good. I'll get started on dinner, then." Etho took the rabbits from him and headed inside. (I could go into how to prepare rabbit but for the sake of myself and everyone here, I will not.) Etho had just finished dinner when Cleo walked in. "Ooh, something smells good! What's cooking?" "I made rabbit stew. You came home at the perfect time." Etho took three bowls and put them at the dining table. "Smells delicious. Where's Grian?" Just as she asked, Grian came down from upstairs. "Right there." Etho answered with a laugh and poured a spoonful of stew into each of their bowls. They all sat at the table and ate, discussing their days and figuring out when would be best to shear the sheep. "I want to tell you guys something." Etho started when they all finished their food. "What's up?" Cleo collected the dishes and walked them over to the sink. "I'm not really... human. I'm- a werewolf?" Cleo and Grian were silent for a moment and Etho could feel his anxiety rise.

"Wow, that's a big surprise." Cleo remarked. "I think I'm gonna have a heart attack and die from surprise." "Yeah, that's very- shocking, Etho." Grian couldn't hold back his laugh. "W- you guys knew?" "Yeah! We just didn't say anything because we wanted you to come to us first." Cleo put her hand on his shoulder. "How does it feel to come out of the closet?" Grian joked. "I didn't say I was gay! That was an old dinner conversation." Etho groaned. Cleo and Grian laughed at his reaction and it didn't take long for him to join as well.

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mythicalsanctuarysodor · 5 months

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Upon Gordon’s return to his first home, he couldn’t help but notice all the changes. The paddock on a hill that he and his siblings would roll down, or would leap off to glide was now half its size for a train platform. The playground to the side of the barn was gone, the tanbark and old gym equipment taken away, and the storage shed for their training equipment was gone off its foundations. Everything that made this place a home to him in the past was taken away… he sighed sadly as he flew in to the paddock, the irony of the past when the last time he flew over this grassland was when he was leaving it to chase his brother that fateful day.

He wanted to take his time with this, he wanted to soak in the last of his happy memories. The grass was the same green is had been in the springs, but now it was obviously enchanted since the winter snow was nowhere near it. The fencing was lined with Christmas tinsel, making it clear someone still lived here. But the front entrance was the most different.

What was formerly a barn door with wide open windows was now a two sliding door with glass windows, and when he looked on the inside he could see more of the interior. The walls were now no longer wood, gone was the barn aesthetic completely, painted walls greeted him with many shelves and photo frames hanging, if Gordon were to assume anything he’d think the place was converted into a large mansion still in progress.

A stern voice from behind Gordon spooked him. “What do you think you’re doing?” Gordon spun around to be greeted to who he could assume was one of his A4 cousins judging by the hippogriff body, only this one didn’t look like Gadwall, he was silver with a large grey and white peacock tail.

“Oh! My apologies, I should have knocked. I came here to see Gadwall, is he in?” Gordon asked. “Gadwall? What could you want with my little brother?” So this one was an A4, good to know. “I’m a friend of his and Mr Truro’s, we’ve been seeing each other regularly for prosthetic wings appointments and such, I-” “Funny, he’s never mentioned you.” The silver lion hybrid turned his ears back, eyes glaring.

“Rude. And don’t angle your ears at me young stallion.” Gordon crossed his arms. “Get off my property, your trespassing.” “Oh good grief, I’m glad Gadwall isn’t like you. Look, my sister Bonnie said I could visit whenever I’d like, she-” Gordon was cut off by laughing, he looked to see this cousin of his laughing to his face. “Bonnie? As in Blink Bonnie? Oh my friend, you are adorable, no A3 cousin of mine looks like you, let alone, I’ve never met you, and I know all my express service cousins.”

Gordon had just about had it with this brat, he raised his wings slightly, showing the reveal of his six wings, he puffed himself up and turned to face his cousin straight on. The younger mythic’s eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw the excessive limbs on this much larger stallion, unlike the pegasi he’d normally see this one was bulky, and his growls emphasised that. Gordon was about to reprimand his younger relative when a figure trotted over to them from behind from the platform.

“Gordon?” The pair looked to see who it was. The silver A4 quickly sidestepped out of the new commers way and looked to almost shrink at his presence, where Gordon went from annoyed to almost furious. Standing there was a face he had hoped to not run into. “Scotsman.”

#mythic!au #ttte #ttte gordon #ttte flying scotsman #ttte spencer

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"I've Got My Love to Keep Me Warm

South Philadelphia, New Year's Eve, 1945"

From "I Double Dare You-A Rendezvous With Destiny."

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"Off with my overcoat, off with my gloves. Who needs an overcoat, I'm burning with love. My heart's on fire and the flame grows higher. So I can weather the storm. What do I care how much it may storm? I've got my love to keep me warm."

*Author's Note: Some sections are for readers over 18 years of age. In other words, smut warning. The expression "And how!" was popular with Bill Guarnere's generation. He used the expression in the book he wrote with Babe Heffron and I heard my grandparents use the expression, too. The depiction of Bill is based upon the actor's portrayal in the movie.*

A snowstorm was underway in South Philadelphia on New Year's Eve. Blowing and drifting snow made going out undesirable for the Guarneres and no one planned to visit them due to the weather. Since the storm was predicted in the newspaper and on the radio earlier in the week, Leigh ensured that she had everything she needed for a nice supper. She also made sure that the dress Bill gave her for Christmas was cleaned, pressed and ready to wear.

When Leigh returned home from work, it was much later in the afternoon. The snow caused the city buses to run late. She started to prepare supper and put a bottle of champagne in a bucket filled with ice. Employees of the CBS affiliate got champagne along with their Christmas bonuses.

She set about making a very elaborate antipasto while she cooked some steaks that came from her grandpa's farm. Leigh decided to make some spaghetti sauce with Italian sausage to go with some homemade pasta.

Earlier in the week, Bill mentioned that he would enjoy having a small serving of pasta "wit' that good gravy ya make" the next time they had steaks.

Leigh got a good recipe from Augusta for a marinade that was great for beef. The day before New Year's Eve, she combined garlic, red wine, some salt, a dash of pepper and a hint of oregano.

Prior to placing the steaks in the marinade, Leigh used a meat tenderizer on both sides of the steaks. Then, the steaks were placed in a baking dish. The marinade was poured over the meat. A lid was placed on the baking dish and the steaks marinated for 24 hours.

Since a snowstorm was going on, supper was later than usual. Traffic was crawling on all of the major thoroughfares. As the steaks simmered in a skillet, Leigh put on her new red dress, black stockings, a black lace garter belt, a black lace bra, black silk panties and her favorite black open toed high heeled pumps. She touched up her makeup, brushed her hair and headed back to the kitchen.

Leigh turned on the radio to have music playing while she finished the special supper. She donned an apron made of material with tiny red roses. Protecting her favorite dress was top priority.

A good bottle of red wine was open to allow it to 'breathe' before she put it into a decanter. Leigh used her best china plus the crystal wine glasses from the Andrews Sisters. The champagne flutes from the famed trio would be used for a midnight toast to the new year.

When Bill got home from work, he embraced and kissed Leigh after hanging up his snow covered coat on a coat tree in the kitchen and putting his gloves on the coat tree to dry.

"Baby, I love that new dress (he pronounced the word as 'dat'). You look like ten million bucks. Good thing we're stayin' in tonight. The snow is really comin' down an' the wind is ice cold. It kinda reminds me o' the Christmas Eve snowstorm in Aldebourne.

"Thanks, Honey." She winked, adding, "You ain't seen nothin' yet."

"What's goin' on, Sweetheart? Sounds like you're up to somethin'."

"You'll see, be patient. I'll make it worth the waiting."

"I like the sound o' that." Guarnere went upstairs to put on a clean dress shirt after quickly shaving. The atmosphere in the house was cozy, with the Christmas decorations, a fire in the living room fireplace and music on the radio.

Leigh set the table and lit the candles in cut glass candle holders. Bill helped her get supper served. He pulled out the chair for her to be seated at the dining room table. Leigh thanked him. Then, he sat down and asked the blessing.

After they finished their supper, Bill told her,

"Baby, that was one hell of a good meal. Ya went all out wit' the fancy dishes an' wine glasses. Everythin' was perfect. We couldn't get food this good from the best restaurants uptown." Leigh was pleased that he enjoyed supper.

"Thanks, Bill. Let me get the dishes and then we can get ready to celebrate the new year."

"Nothin' doin', Leigh. I'm helpin' wit the dishes. How 'bout I wash an' you dry? That way, your dress won't get ruined."

"That sounds like a good idea, Honey. A sweet, sexy man bought that dress for me." Bill grinned,

"I've gotta admit that guy has excellent taste in buyin' broads' clothes." Leigh playfully raised her eyebrows,

"Oh, so now I'm a broad, not your baby or your sweetheart?" She went into the kitchen to get her apron. Guarnere followed Leigh and stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, gently pulling her close to him.

"Ya little devil. You know you'll always be my baby an' my sweetheart. I'm gonna tell ya what ya tell me sometimes, you're a sexy smart ass. Speakin' of a sexy ass, that dress shows it off to perfection." Leigh giggled,

"Thank you, kind sir. Flattery will get you everywhere with me." Bill let go of her and rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt. Leigh put on her apron.

"That's good to know. We'd better get to work before we get up to somethin'. I'll bring in the dishes an' I promise to be real careful wit' 'em."

After Bill brought in the plates, silverware and wine glasses, Leigh put the leftover antipasto into a container that went into the refrigerator. While they cleaned and dried the dishes, Bill and Leigh talked about the way they had spent the past New Year's Eves since they got together. After the last dish was dried and put away, Leigh removed her apron and placed it on the kitchen counter. She embraced Bill,

"This year is very special. Not only because it's our first New Year's Eve as man and wife. It's extra special because, thank God, you survived." Guarnere tenderly kissed her.

"The man upstairs done most o' the work keepin' me alive, but you helped by cookin' for me an' bein' there for me. I owe you a hell of a lot, Baby."

"Thanks, Honey. You don't owe me anything. Getting married more than made up for everything. I was hoping to be your wife for a long time." Leigh had a smirk very similar to Bill's smirk when she added, "All you owe me is a good time later tonight."

"Oh, you can count on me givin' ya an extra good time later tonight, Sweetheart. Ol' Guarnere loves to satisfy a certain lady." Leigh got on her tip toes and playfully kissed the tip of his nose,

"And how! Remember when Perconte said he "really enjoyed Christmas Eve with the Guarneres," I was daydreaming about being your wife and having dinner guests over to visit us as I looked out the window at the snow coming down in Aldebourne."

"I asked ya what ya thought of Perconte sayin' that 'cause I wanted to know how ya felt about gettin' married someday. I was a happy man when I knew ya liked the sound o' what he said.

Do ya suppose they'll still broadcast the Guy Lombardo show on the radio tonight? We could have some nice music for our party here at home."

"Yes, Honey, it's scheduled for tonight. I saw the show on our schedule at work. New York City wasn't supposed to have as much snow as we have. The show should be starting in about ten minutes."

"I'll go ahead an' get the CBS channel on the radio so we don't miss anythin'." Bill went to the radio and got it on the desired station.

"I have the champagne chilling, do you want me to bring it in?"

"Not yet, Baby. Let's wait 'til it's closer to midnight so we can toast the new year. I really enjoyed New Year's Eve in Aldebourne when ya played the piano an' sang. Too bad there's no piano here, I'd love to hear ya playin' an' singin'". Leigh sat on the couch with Bill. He got a cigarette out of a pack on the table, lit it and settled back to cuddle with Leigh and listen to the radio.

"I'd love to have a piano, but they're so expensive. Truth be told, I miss playing the piano." Guarnere put his right arm around her shoulder and held the cigarette in his left hand so Leigh wouldn't accidentally get burned.

"Maybe someday I can buy a piano for ya."

"That would be wonderful." They listened to the live broadcast, enjoying the music. A half hour later, the band began to play "Moonlight Serenade." Bill stood up and stubbed out the cigarette in an ashtray on the coffee table in front of the couch.

"Would ya like to dance, Sweetheart?"

"Yes." Guarnere took Leigh's hand and they walked to the middle of the living room floor. Bill pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her as Leigh wrapped her arms around his neck.

They swayed to the music, looking into each other's eyes.

"This reminds me of a very special night at Ft. Benning and our wedding reception."

"Guess this is our song. You're lookin' as beautiful as ya did both times we danced to this an' I'm still crazy in love wit' ya."

"I'm still crazy in love with you, too, Handsome." Bill gave Leigh a tender kiss. After the kiss ended, she added, "Our first New Year's Eve was when you gave me my angel necklace."

"You must love it 'cause you're always wearin' it."

"I adore it." The song ended and they sat on the couch.

"I'm still wearin' the St. Michael medal, even though the war is over. I think it helped save my life. Baby, ya don't know this, but I was standin' outside the door to Teresa's bedroom.

I wanted to know if ya really liked the necklace. I don't think it's right to eavesdrop, but it paid off. I went to bed wit' a big smile on my face when I heard ya tell Teresa that you were crazy 'bout me."

They continued to listen to the radio and talk. At 11:45, Bill got up, went into the kitchen and got the bucket containing the chilled champagne from the refrigerator.

Next, he carefully put the crystal champagne flutes on a small platter and carried the platter into the living room.

"How 'bout a drink, Baby?"

"Sounds good to me, but I don't want to drink too much. I want to enjoy every minute with you later on tonight."

"No heavy drinkin' for me, either, 'cause I wanna make love to you." He removed the foil from the top of the champagne bottle and popped the cork. Bill poured some champagne into both flutes. He raised his glass,

"To my sweet, sexy angel. Seems like ya understood me from the day we met. You're a blessin', Baby. I'm lookin' forward to what ya got planned." Leigh gently touched her glass to Bill's,

"To the handsome love of my life, you're a blessing, too. I plan to make you very hot and hard." Guarnere winked at her,

"That's my sassy angel." They sipped the champagne.

"It ain't bad. Matter o' fact I like this fancy soda pop." Leigh grinned at Bill's comment.

"It is pretty good. The champagne you got the night you proposed was the best I'd ever had."

"That guy at the front desk (the concierge) really knew his stuff." Soon, the radio featured the voices of party goers along with Guy Lombardo, counting down the seconds until the new year.

While the band played the traditional "Auld Lang Syne", Bill pulled Leigh close to him and gave her a gentle kiss at the stroke of midnight. The kiss quickly deepened and became passionate. When the kiss ended, Bill gently cupped Leigh's face in his hands.

"Happy New Year, Baby. I love you."

"I love you, too, Honey. Happy New Year. They shared another kiss and finished drinking the champagne in their glasses. Leigh got up from the couch.

"As they say in the movies, I'm going to slip into something more comfortable." She had a saucy grin as she added, "Don't go anywhere or start without me, you handsome dream boat." Guarnere had a wicked grin.

"Oh, I ain't goin' nowhere, Sweetheart. I'll wait right here for ya." Leigh went upstairs to the bathroom. She put in her diaphragm, washed her hands and reapplied her red lipstick.

Then she lightly powdered her face, touched up her minimal blush and her mascara. Next, she used her eyebrow pencil. She left the bathroom and went into their bedroom where she carefully hung up her dress.

Leigh got the red silk bra and tap panties set Bill bought her for Christmas out of its box in her dresser drawer. She got the matching red silk kimono from Julia from her side of the closet.

Before removing her panties and bra, Leigh opened her jewelry box on top of her dressing table and got out the red rose made of ribbon that graced the top of her birthday gift when she was living in Aldebourne.

Leigh got some bobby pins and carefully pinned the rose in her hair, placing it above her left ear. Satisfied with her efforts to secure the rose, she removed her bra, panties and slip, placing the items into the clothes hamper by the chest of drawers.

She put on the bra and tap panties. The panties covered her garter belt and her black silk stockings remained on. Next, she took off her black pumps and took them to the closet and places them in the shoebox in which they came.

Leigh got out a shoebox containing red pumps she bought at a clearance sale in a department store. The pumps, with stiletto heels, were a perfect match for her lingerie.

She left the bedroom and stood at the head of the stairs.

"Baby, are you ready to have a good time?" Bill had a big smile on his face as he watched her walk down the stairs. Leigh paused at the foot of the stairs and untied the kimono. She turned around and slowly exposed her shoulders and her back before she let the robe drop to the floor.

Knowing that Bill would enjoy the view, she bent over to pick up the robe. Her tap panties went up slightly in the back to show a small area of her behind. Guarnere once again had a wicked grin on his face.

She draped the robe over one arm and walked toward him.

"Do you see anything you like, big boy?"

"Oh, hell, yes! Baby, ya look like the hottest goddamn pinup girl in the world! That outfit an' those shoes are really doin' somethin' to me." He stood up and walked over to where Leigh stood. Bill gently pulled her close to him,

"You're beautiful, Sweetheart. Absolutely perfect an' you look as sexy as ya did in Paris."

"Thanks, Honey." Bill gently nipped at one of Leigh's ear lobes before kissing her neck. He delighted in her slightly shivering when his lips gently sucked at the skin on her neck.

Guarnere whispered into her ear,

"Does my angel like that?"

"Oh, yes! I love it." His hands moved down to cup her ass.

"Baby, your body was made to drive a man crazy. It should be against the law for ya to wear clothes. 'course I don't want anybody else seein' ya naked. I wish you'd go around the house just wearin' what the man upstairs gave ya."

They exchanged slow, sensual kisses. Leigh eagerly allowed Bill's tongue to enter her mouth. She sucked on the tip of it, provoking a soft groan from him.

Leigh felt his hard cock pressing against her. She broke the kiss for a moment, stepping back to allow enough room for her hand to surround and gently squeeze his cock. Guarnere made a hissing sound through clenched teeth.

She massaged him through the fabric of his trousers.

"Oh, Baby, that feels so damn good." Leigh unbuttoned his dress shirt, licking, kissing and sucking the skin on his neck and chest. Bill moved his hand inside the tap panties to cup her bare ass. He moved one hand to the front of the tap panties.

Guarnere smiled as he felt the obvious sign of her arousal. Leigh gasped as his fingers rubbed her clit. A few minutes later, she slightly shuddered as she came. Bill picked her up,

"How 'bout we take this to the bedroom?"

"We can't get there fast enough." Guarnere quickly carried her upstairs to their bedroom. He gently placed her on the bed as he turned on the light and walked over to pull down the shades.

Bill removed his shirt and let it fall to the floor. He sat on a corner of their bed to take off his shoes and socks. Then, he removed his trousers and boxer shorts, letting them join his shirt on the floor. He removed his artificial leg and sat up in the bed.

Leigh grinned and took off her red stiletto heeled shoes. She started to remove her bra, but Bill told her,

"Baby, leave it on, just for a little bit. Same wit' the panties, too. I got an idea. One time in Aldebourne, ya made love to me an' said it was all for me. I wanna do the same for you. Don't get me wrong, I still wanna make love wit' ya.

How about sittin' in front of me on the bed?" She got on the bed and did as Bill asked. He pulled her as close to him as possible and wrapped his arms around her.

"Just relax in my arms, Sweetheart, an' let me take care o' you." He kissed Leigh's neck, knowing how much she loved it. Bill caressed her shoulders and allowed his hands to roam lower.

"Baby, you have the most beautiful breasts." Leigh thanked him for his compliment.

"That isn't exactly what you wanted to say, is it, Honey?" Guarnere grinned, knowing that she would be aroused by him saying something off color.

"Ya little devil. You know how I think. I've always loved your tits. They're so goddamn gorgeous." Bill nibbled her ear, noticing that she slightly trembled with passion. He added, "Christ, Leigh, you've got it in spades!

You have a sweet, sexy ass an' you know I love your beautiful pussy." He paused to once again suck on the soft skin at the junction of her neck and right shoulder. Bill loved hearing the sounds of passion Leigh made.

Guarnere slowly pushed her bra straps down, uncovering her breasts. He told her, speaking in a soft, low voice,

"I'm glad I bought this set for ya. Sweetheart, red silk looks so good on you. Now, how 'bout I take off this bra so I can give those beautiful tits some attention?"

"I'm more than ready." Bill unhooked her bra and carefully put it on the small table by his side of the bed. He caressed her breasts with both hands as she leaned back against his chest. Then, he gently rubbed her erect nipples with his fingertips. Leigh started to moan softly.

"Your body was made for makin' love." He began to tug on her nipples. Leigh's breathing quickened. Bill kept on tugging on her nipples, knowing that she could come from this stimulation .

Soon, she slightly trembled in his arms. Guarnere was pleased that he made her come again. He moved his hands slowly down her body, all the while whispering in her ear,

"Such a beautiful baby. You're a fuckin' goddess. I wish I could take pictures of ya completely naked." Leigh trembled again, the idea of posing for Bill was making her even more aroused.

He slid the tap panties down her hips. Leigh briefly got out of bed to removed the panties, the garter belt and her stockings. She eagerly got back on the bed and sat facing away from Bill, leaning against him.

Guarnere wrapped his arms around her. He had picked up on the fact that his words inflamed her desire. His breath was hot in her ear as he whispered,

"You'd like that, wouldn't ya, Sweetheart? Posin' just for me." She answered in a breathy voice,

"Oh, yes!"

"I'd start out askin' ya to hold those perfect tits in your hands. It would make ya hotter than hell if I asked ya to play wit' those sweet nipples, wouldn't it?"

"Mmmm...yes, it would."

"I'd want ya to spread your legs an' let me get a nice close up picture o' that beautiful pussy. You would already be kinda wet, wouldn't ya?" Bill was enjoying the effect his words had on Leigh. She was trembling a little more and her breathing was starting to speed up.

"Yes, Baby, my pussy would be very hot and wet." Guarnere groaned, his cock was rock hard, but he was determined to give Leigh as much pleasure as possible. He continued to whisper in her ear,

"Hearin' you say that is so fuckin' hot. I'd ask ya to touch yourself."

"Oh, God! I'd do it for you, Baby." Bill grinned.

"Then, I'd move close enough to taste ya..." Leigh gasped, imagining the feel of his lips on her sex. Guarnere began to caress the soft curls between her legs.

"My angel's enjoyin' this, ain't no doubt about it. You're so wet, Sweetheart."

He stroked a few fingers up and down the open lips of her sex.

"Oh, Bill!'

Then, he began to gently rub her clit.

"Your body was made for fuckin', too, an' you're so good at fuckin'!"

Leigh was almost panting due to his words and the way his finger stimulated her clit. She moved against him, feeling his hard cock pressing into the cleft of her ass.

Bill rubbed her clit a little faster. Leigh couldn't speak, she just moaned louder. Soon, her hips jerked up involuntarily as another orgasm washed over her.

Guarnere continued to hold her and he kissed her neck as she came. When she had recovered, he asked,

"What way does my baby wanna make love? Do ya want me to love ya wit' my tongue and lips?"

Leigh got on her knees, facing him,

"Bill, you know I love that, but right now, I need your cock inside me!" She surprised him by straddling him and quickly lowering herself onto him.

He held her hips as she rode him hard and fast. Bill loved her breasts bouncing in front of him and he managed to wrap his lips around one nipple to suck it.

This made her go faster. Guarnere knew he couldn't last very long this way, but he wasn't about to tell Leigh to slow down or stop. All he could do was thrust up into her.

His groaning got louder.

"Oh, fuck, yes! So good, Baby!"

Leigh felt a tremendous orgasm building. She called out his name, not giving a damn if the neighbors heard her. When he felt her sex contracting around him, this pushed Bill over the edge.

"Goddamn!" They held each other as they came. After they got their breathing rates back to normal, Bill held onto her and gently turned on his side, letting her onto the bed.

Guarnere withdrew from her and then pulled the sheet up to cover them. He held her close, stroking her back as Leigh wrapped her arms around him.

"That was wild and wonderful."

"You're amazin', Sweetheart." He gently kissed her.

"You're pretty amazin', too, Bill. That was heavenly, although we didn't behave like angels." Guarnere chuckled,

"You're so damn good when you're not actin' like an angel. Let me get the rest o' the covers pulled up so we don't get too cold.

Once Bill covered himself and Leigh with the sheet and a blanket, he lay beside her. Leigh put her head on his chest and Guarnere wrapped his arms around her.

They were too exhausted to think of turning off the light or bathing. Before sleep claimed them, Leigh made Bill laugh and kiss her when she said,

"Honey, we definitely started the new year off with a bang."

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Finally shifting back into some Call of Duty snippets! Was hoping to do a few of these as small gifts, this one is for @bokuakamazing's rare pair of Kate/Roze for Day 3: White Christmas. Enjoy!

Kate sighed loudly as the phone at her desk went off, again. It had rang at least three times over the last hour, and she had no time to waste with idle chit-chat with whomever was on the other end, she had to get these last reports in.

Squinting at the text on her laptop, having dimmed the screen due to the start of a headache, she re-read her last paragraph, making sure she hadn’t let anything confidential slip. While having done what felt like a million and one of these reports, Kate always triple-checked to make sure everything that needed to be redacted, was.

The next sound that broke Kate’s concentration was the familiar buzz buzz of her cell phone, vibrating up against her thigh where she had it stashed. This wasn’t her work phone though, this was her personal phone, and so, suppressing the groan she wanted to let out at another interruption, she swiftly pulled it from her pocket and clicked the answer button.

“Laswell.”

“Hun, are you still working?”

Kate couldn’t help but smile as her partner’s voice came across the phone, even as she side-eyed the last report out of the corner of her eye. “Yeah, I still have this last report to submit. Doesn’t help that the newbies got stuck at the border, had to rearrange exfil, and you know how that -”

“-Kate, Kate, slow down for a moment,” Roze replied with a chuckle, shaking her head at her partner’s one-track mind. “I take it you forgot what day it was?”

Frowning, Kate looked at the corner of her screen, of course she knew what day it was, it was December…shit. It was Christmas. And it was late on Christmas. This time Kate did groan out loud. “Oh crap, my mother-”

“-is doing just fine. Had a lovely visit with her, dropped off your gifts, and managed to escape before your sister showed up.”

Kate closed her eyes, mentally thanking whomever was listening for the wonderful partner that Roze was, and that she managed to escape the mess that was her sister Kimberly. “I’m so sorry I lost track of time, Roze. Merry Christmas, love.”

“Merry Christmas to you too, hun. So glad you could celebrate with a white Christmas this year.”

Huh? Kate thought to herself as she looked out the window. What was Roze talking about? It was a dreary, wet, England evening, fairly typical for this time of year. Not a snowflake in sight, let alone enough snow to be considered a ‘white Christmas’. “I’m afraid there’s no snow here, hopefully there’s some back home.”

“Oh, I didn’t mean snow,” Roze answered, but instead of her voice coming through the phone, she was standing at the door to Kate’s temporary office, wearing an almost glittery, white snowflake sweater.

Kate didn’t realize she was moving until she almost collided into her partner, her arms wrapping around Roze at the last second, her head tucking into Roze’s chest. “How did you…” Kate mumbled into the soft fabric, not even bothering to finish the sentence.

“Called in a few favours,” Roze said with a grin, tilting Kate’s chin up for a brief kiss. “Helps when your girlfriend practically runs the CIA.”

Kate couldn’t help but snort at that comment. If she ran the CIA, she wouldn’t be insisting on all these stupid AARs to be turned in within 24 hours of the mission. But that thought was for another day. Right now, she had to enjoy her white Christmas.

#advent calendar #cheese's amazing prompts #day 3 #white christmas #call of duty #kate/roze #kate laswell #rozlin roze helms

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Good Things In 2023

It’s that time of year again! Time to remember all the good things that happened in 2023. I’ve done this since 2017, and highly recommend doing this as a fun way to reflect (and to have something for future reference when you are feeling Down.)

woof ok here we go

PERSONAL

I visited two countries I haven't been to before: the Netherlands and Iceland!

The Netherlands: mostly Amsterdam but did also pop down to The Hague for a day. Did the Van Gogh Museum, the Anne Frank House, the Rijksmuseum, the Bloemenmarkt, a canal boat tour, the Royal Palace, the Mauritshuis.

Iceland: I was there for less than 48 hours but I saw THE NORTHERN LIGHTS!!!! they were subtler than I expected but so cool. also did the Perlan Museum and a Lava Show, which ruled.

Related: I turned 30 this year!

My dear friend Sam came to visit me in Dublin in June! The highlight of her visit was going with her to see Hozier at Malahide Castle.

Speaking of which, Hozier dropped UNREAL UNEARTH which isn't personal, per se, but is very personal to me

My sister visited me in November! We squeezed a lot in her time here, but highlights were Glendalough, the Hill of Tara, and the Galway Christmas Market.

A few aunts went on a trip to Ireland this fall and I joined them for a bit up in Donegal, as well as a day trip to Derry, which I'd not been to before.

Completely fucking forgot about this but I did write a 158k word long ROGUE ONE / FRINGE AU, ENDLESS FORMS MOST BEAUTIFUL. it was a real fuckin bitch to finish, let me tell you that

I got really into MISSION: IMPOSSIBLE over the summer (don't ask) and wrote a couple short pieces inspired by the most recent movie, DEAD RECKONING - PART ONE: LADY LAZARUS and WORTHY THE NAME OF SIR KNIGHT.

I jumped back on my bullshit in October and wrote a long, extended epilogue to my BINARY STAR SYSTEMS trilogy: TWO DESERTS. the way the series ended was always correct and good but it was fun to write this extended epilogue focusing on the fallout, the question of what it's like to live past the end of your myth.

Anything bolded below is something I particularly enjoyed and recommend.

MOVIES

2023 movies I saw and liked:

M3GAN

KNOCK AT THE CABIN

BONO AND THE EDGE, A SORT OF HOMECOMING WITH DAVID LETTERMAN

DUNGEONS AND DRAGONS: HONOR AMONG THIEVES

RENFIELD

THREE MUSKETEERS: D'ARTAGNAN

JOHN MULANEY: BABY J

SISU

THE LITTLE MERMAID

SPIDER-MAN: ACROSS THE SPIDER VERSE

ASTEROID CITY

INDIANA JONES AND THE DIAL OF DESTINY

MISSION: IMPOSSIBLE: DEAD RECKONING - PART ONE

BARBIE

OPPENHEIMER

PAST LIVES

ELEMENTAL

A HAUNTING IN VENICE

CHEVALIER

KILLERS OF THE FLOWER MOON

BOTTOMS

THE ROYAL HOTEL

DREAM SCENARIO

ANATOMY OF A FALL

THE HUNGER GAMES: THE BALLAD OF SONGBIRDS AND SNAKES

EILEEN

NAPOLEON

GODZILLA MINUS ONE

FERRARI

2022 movies I saw and liked:

TAR

THE LOST CITY

WOMEN TALKING

THE LAST OF US

PEAKY BLINDERS

BOOKS

super embarrassing how few books I read this year:

"Survival of the Richest: Escape Fantasies of the Tech Billionaires" by Douglas Rushkoff

"Donegal Folk Tales" by Joe Brennan

"Listen to the Land Speak: A Journey into the Wisdom of What Lies Beneath Us" by Manchan Magan

"Hell Bent" by Leigh Bardugo

"The Book of M" by Peng Shepherd

"The World We Make" by NK Jemisin

"The Echo Wife" by Sarah Gailey

"Daisy Jones and the Six" by Taylor Jenkins Reid

"White Cat, Black Dog: Stories" by Kelly Link

"Yellowface" by RF Kuang

"Ithaca" by Claire North

"Killers of the Flower Moon: The Osage Murders and the Birth of the FBI" by David Grann

"A Heart That Works" by Rob Delaney

"Rebecca" by Daphne du Maurier

"The Crying Book" by Heather Christie

"In the Dream House" by Carmen Maria Machado

"Rogues: True Stories of Grifters, Killers, Rebels, and Crooks" by Patrick Radden Keefe

"Fleabag" by Phoebe Waller-Bridge

"The Hurricane Wars" by Thea Guanzon

OTHER GOOD THINGS

*some of these things are Good as in well-written or well-made, but maybe not Good in topic.

"Eurydice" by Adrienne Su

"What Happens to a School Shooter's Sister?" by Jennifer Gonnerman for The New Yorker. A high school student murders his parents and several students at his school, and his sister is left to pick up the pieces. really powerful story on unconditional love.

"A Friend Died, Her Novel Unfinished. Could I Realize Her Vision?" by Leslie Jamison for The New Yorker. the grief of losing not only a dear friend but her art as well.

"Fuck you, I don't know?"

Werner Herzog pronounces Eeyore.

George Washington's Dream for America, an SNL sketch.

Judi Dench performs Shakespeare.

"Walking Brittany Home" by Devin Faraci for Washington Post. a really beautiful piece on death and love.

This thread on the struggle of trying to be fashionable in Ireland.

"The Return of the Marriage Plot: Why everyone is so eager for men and women to get hitched" by Rebecca Traister for The Cut.

"We Were Never Supposed to See Our Own Faces This Much" by Lola Christina Alao for Dazed Digital. on social media and personal reflection.

sunwoof

this story about Jimmy Buffett I loved

"She Wasn't Able to Get an Abortion. Now She's A Mom. Soon She'll Start Seventh Grade" by Charlotte Alter for Time. the cruelty is the point.

had a pilot named Ken yesterday and he introduced himself by saying his job is plane

"Cillian Murphy might be the star of a massive movie atm but to me he will always be the guy that showed up in the rain to our abortion rights marches"

"The 'Troubling Reverberations' at the End of OPPENHEIMER, Explained" by Bilge Ebiri for Vulture. it's an absolutely devastating ending, but the fact remains: there was no other way to end it.

this obituary for the great Sinéad O'Connor.

Kiké Hernandez returned to the Dodgers!

this behind the scenes video from the filming of MISSION: IMPOSSIBLE: DEAD RECKONING - PART ONE where Tom Cruise's co-stars watch him drive a motorcycle off a cliff.

"How Christopher Nolan Learned to Stop Worrying and Love AI" by Maria Streshinsky for Wired. good interview with Nolan, one of my favorite filmmakers / artists. (anyone who's ever read anything I've written is probably like yes, this is very obvious.)

"The Perils and Promises of Penis-Enlargement Surgery" by Ava Kofman for The New Yorker. an absolutely BONKERS but super important piece!

a new ending to RAIDERS OF THE LOST ARK, lmao

"The Return of Ryan Gosling" by Zach Baron for GQ. really great profile writing going on here!

"LOST Illusions: The Untold Story of the Hit Show's Poisonous Culture" by Maureen Ryan for Vanity Fair. LOST is one of my favorite shows and has been super influential on my work. (again, this is probably very obvious). this piece is devastating in how it reveals the terrible racism and sexism behind the scenes of a show I have loved. important.

Henry Kissinger died this year (GOOD THINGS BABYYY) and this piece by Nick Turse, which came out in May, is a good explainer on why that's such good news: "Kissinger's Killing Fields".

"Talking With 'Swiftie Dads' at a Taylor Swift Concert" by Eileen Cartter for GQ. I thought this was very sweet.

The New York Times had an interactive feature about Connie Chung and her impact on young Chinese-American women, particularly the ones named after her. I love this video of her meeting some of them.

"Will A.I. Become the New McKinsey?" by Ted Chiang for The New Yorker. Chiang is best known as the writer of STORY OF YOUR LIFE which was adapted into ARRIVAL, so it's wise to listen to him when it comes to tech and science.

Loved this speech Mark Hamill gave about Carrie Fisher at her Hollywood Walk of Fame induction ceremony.

Accents white people can still do.

this absolutely incredible slapstick esque unintentional comedy scene.

As always, tagging anyone who’d like to do this!

@magalis @callioope @earnestfeeling @illuminahsti @fortysevenswrites @vaderkat @leaiorganas @garethsedwards @rifle-yes @buffyrat @alittlemomentum @i-am-slain @rogue-rook

#personal #about me #good things

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kazoosandfannypacks · 11 months

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"Last Chance" by kazoosandfannypacks

Pairing: Captain Swan Rating: General Word Count: 1K Summary: Killian had been hoping to tell Emma about his feelings for her at some point this Christmas break, as their friends visited with her brother. As the holiday came and went, Killian feared he may have missed his chance. Fortunately for him, one last Christmas decoration has yet to be put away- and it may be just what they need to break the ice. Tags: au, fluff, captain swan, one shot, modern au, christmas, snowing, first kiss, oneshot, college au Author's notes: This one's based on a prompt that @everything-person sent to the discord a while back! It was probably jsut after Christmas when it was sent, and I wrote it not long after that, but it sat in my drafts for a while. After a poll revealed y'all wouldn't mind a Christmas fic in May, I've decided today would be an awesome day to post it. I hope you guys enjoy it! Shoutout to @booksteaandtoomuchtv for betaing! Taglist:@zahara@kmomof4@jonesfandomfanatic@booksteaandtoomuchtv@jrob64@tiganasummertree@anmylica@teamhook@undercaffinatednightmare@gingerchangeling@lonelyspectator@caught-in-the-filter @ultraluckycatnd @cs-rylie @silver-the-phoenix @pawshapedheart [if you’d like to be added to or removed from this list, hmu in my dms or askbox!] Also on Ao3!

Killian smiled at Emma across the room as she took down the decorations on the tree, just like he'd smiled at her when she'd helped put them up, and like he'd smiled at her when they'd helped her sister-in-law make cutout cookies, and when they'd all gone caroling and got hot chocolate afterwards, and when they exchanged gifts on Christmas morning, and when they all sat down for a Christmas dinner- and really, like he'd been smiling at her since the day he met her at a campus-wide fall festival- one that he'd almost decided not to attend; one that she'd've skipped out on if her friends hadn't dragged her along.

But how fortunate was he that he'd gone, and that he'd somehow fallen in with her friend group there, and how readily they invited him to join them at various activities afterwards. Already they'd celebrated a few birthdays together, set up a trunk for trunk-or-treat, gone on a few hikes- and now they'd even celebrated Christmas together.

It really was kind of Emma's brother to invite him and some of their other friends to stay over the week for Christmas. It was nice to get away from the dorms for a bit to celebrate a small town Christmas.

It also would've been the perfect opportunity for Killian to tell Emma how he felt about her. Christmas magic in the air, blanket of snow across the town, the lights, the excitement, the merriment, the wonder- but as Killian helped her brother, David, take down the last string of Christmas lights, he realized he'd probably missed his chance at a Christmas miracle. Tomorrow they'd head back to school, back to classes and teachers and homework- back to normal.

And, unfortunately for Killian, his normal life only involved liking Emma from a distance.

"And it looks like another family- and friends- Christmas is officially in the books." David said, wrapping up the last string of lights.

"Thanks for having us," Killian said.

"Our pleasure," David said, "the more the merrier."

"Allow me," Killian said, taking the string of lights from David, "you've already done more than enough for us."

"Alright."

A bright green tote labeled "XMAS LIGHTS" sat just between this room and the living room- where Emma had been taking the last of the decorations off the tree. Killian wondered if he could steal another glance at Emma without anyone noticing, but his glance revealed she was coming that way, with a string of lights of her own to put away.

"Here," Killian said, walking past the tote to take the string of lights from her.

"I can get it," she said, holding out the string of lights at arms length away from him.

"It's really no trouble at all," Killian said. He stood in the doorway between her and the box of lights, and when she tried to walk past him, he sidestepped into her path. She tried again, and he blocked her again, and again, and the same result.

She sighed as she handed him the bundle of lights. "You really are taking the fun out of this."

"Am I?" Killian asked with a smug smile.

Mary Margaret interrupted their conversation to yell something past them both, to David.

"Oh, David! We still need to take the mistletoe down too!"

Killian knew which doorway the mistletoe hung in almost too well- he'd seen David catch his wife standing there a few too many times- and it happened to be the very same doorway that Killian and Emma were now standing under.

"No," Emma said, "I already…."

She looked up at the ceiling almost confused, like she hadn't expected the mistletoe to be right where it had been for the last two weeks, so much so Killian almost didn't expect it to be there either. But Killian looked up too, and sure enough, there was the mistletoe, right above himself and Emma Swan.

"This is almost too good to be true," Killian thought. Fate had given him one last chance at a Christmas miracle.

"I thought I took that down," Emma said.

Killian swallowed the lump in his throat- it was now or never.

"Swan?"

"Yeah?"

"We're under the mistletoe," he said, trying not to chicken out as her eyes met his, "and there's this tradition…."

"Do Christmas traditions still count after New Year's?" Emma asked.

"I sure hope so." Killian thought.

"The last chance of the season," he said, "may I?"

Emma smiled and nodded, and Killian's heart skipped a beat as she said, "Yeah."

He closed his eyes and leaned forward, meeting her lips with his for the most perfect moment of his life. Her lips touching his was like a meteor shower, or a firework- beautiful, entrancing, dangerous- and done and over with way too soon. He pulled away, smiling, wishing he could've made that moment last longer, but not wanting to push her further than she was willing to go.

He thought his heart was beating so loud she could probably hear it, but realized instead that the sound was their friends clapping. He didn't turn to look at them though- in that moment, all he wanted to see was Emma.

"Is that the best you got?" Emma asked.

"What?" Killian asked.

"It's like you said," Emma said, taking from his hands the bundles of lights that had gotten them into this beautiful mess in the first place. She threw them aside, probably landing them somewhere near the tote they belonged in.

"What?"

"'Last chance of the season-'" she said, "might as well make it a good one."

She placed her hands on his neck, stood up on tiptoes so her lips were parallel with his, then whispered, "May I?"

Killian couldn't get out much more than a nod and a breath that sounded almost like a "yeah," not even seeing this moment coming in his wildest daydreams- Emma Swan asking to kiss him.

She slid her hands down to his collar and pulled him closer, drawing his lips down into hers in a kiss that blew the last one out of the water.

He placed his hands on her waist, trying to experience everything he could in this moment- his lips exploring hers, her body in his hands, the lingering taste of gingerbread in her breath, a subtle pine smell, her warmth- holding her closer than he'd ever dared dream she'd let him. He was so lost in the moment he didn't even hear their friends cheering around him as he wrapped one of his hands further around her side, resting her neck in his other, pulling her into a dip and holding her as tightly as he could, pulling her even closer as he kissed her.

For the past three months he'd been watching her from a distance, wishing he could tell her how much she meant to him, wishing he could even just take her hand, ask her to get coffee, hold her at a dance, walk her back to her dorm and kiss her goodnight. And now that he had her in his arms and had her lips on his, he had three months of catching up to do, and one kiss to do it in. Every moment spent pining from a distance equalled another ounce of passion and love he needed to communicate in this kiss.

But as all good things have to, this kiss came to an end. Emma pulled away, her hands still on his neck, her eyes still sparkling in reflection of his, her breath still lingering on his lips. They both breathed heavily, still lost in their own little world a moment longer, until he gently stood her upright again.

"Wow," he whispered, hoping his voice wouldn't be drowned out by the cheering of her friends around them. "Swan, that was…."

"I know," Emma whispered, a look in her eyes that said it still wasn't nearly enough.

But she shook her head and blinked back to reality, and he as well noticed the crowd of spectators around them. Then he looked back down to Emma, her cheeks flushed with the most perfect shade of red he'd seen that whole Christmas season.

She smiled as she let go of him, albeit a bit awkwardly, and he watched her walk away from him, not taking his eyes off her until she'd walked out the back door and disappeared from view. The rest of the group, apparently, had decided the show was over and got back to whatever they'd been doing before Killian's life changed forever like that.

Killian ran his fingers through his hair and took a deep breath, leaning against the doorway to brace himself and his thoughts. He'd just kissed Emma Swan. He'd practically made out with her- and if he could do that, what was stopping him from finding a moment with her later, telling her how he felt, asking her if she wanted him to be something more to her.

He smiled as he took down that fateful mistletoe plant, now filled with hope that maybe things wouldn't be so normal when they got back to school- or maybe normal would be something even better now.

Maybe he hadn't missed his chance with Emma after all.

#captain swan #once upon a time #killian jones #emma swan #ouat #fanfiction #cs ff #david nolan #mary margaret blanchard #snowing #christmas #college au #modern au #first kiss #cw kissing

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samueldeckerthompson · 6 months

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My mother, Cassandra Decker, died yesterday, and I'm not sad about it.

Mom wasn't an evil person, she wasn't even a bad person, in fact, she was extraordinarily sweet, kind, and giving, and she always did her best to be the best mother that she could be to her three children.

Unfortunately, she also inflicted untold trauma on me for the vast majority of my life.

These statements would seem to be in opposition of each other, but they are both true, she did indeed try her best, I have no doubts about that, but her severe mental illness almost always stood in the way of those efforts.

When I was still in elementary school my Mom began to do a lot of strange things;

She randomly dressed up as a clown at a soccer game, ran out onto the field and stole the ball from the ref.

At my baseball game when I made all-stars she stood in the crowd yelling vile insults and taunts as I tried to pitch, causing me to walk three batters in a row and hit the fourth.

One Christmas I received the most amazing toy car from an Uncle who lived in France, she forced me to destroy it with a hammer, saying my Uncle was a warlock and the car was possessed with an evil spirit.

One evening she picked up our heavy solid oak kitchen table and flipped it over on myself and my little sister, the cops were called, and they wrestled her out of the house as she screamed and wailed with rage in just one of many instances where I'd witness her being arrested for bizarre and sometimes violent behavior.

At that point she was diagnosed as being paranoid-schizophrenic and bipolar-manic depressive. She spent a couple months in an institution and although her meds would help intermittently, she was never the same again.

From that point forward, she'd generally have at least one major mental break each year of her life and spend a month or two in the looney bin.

Visiting her there as a child and young adult was just horrific, sometimes she'd be strapped down, other times doped up and almost comatose, another time I remember her holding a big ole palo verde beetle and absentmindedly petting it as if it was her favorite cat.

The last straw for visits there was the time she suddenly decided to cover herself and the visiting area in her own feces.

The tragedy was she'd always try to get her life back together after these episodes, but each time she was starting from scratch, during the time she was away she'd have lost a job or been evicted, all her stuff would get ransacked by roomates or stolen by neighbors if the cops didn't lock the doors when they took her away.

At one point she even went to beauty school, obtained her license, and opened her own salon. I was so proud of her, she was doing well, but it was in a rough part of town, hard to make a profit, and eventually the stress there caused another episode and she lost that too.

My sister and I each tried having her live with us at different times, but I couldn't make it work as I just wasn't willing to subject my kids to the same trauma I experienced.

The final time my mother lived on her own I showed up to check on her after not hearing from her and found her completely naked, sitting in her kitchen shivering and starving, babbling about how an imaginary government agency she called AARDVARK was monitoring her and she couldn't move from the floor or she'd show up on their radar and they'd know she was there.

The last thing she'd eaten was a rotisserie chicken that had apparently been on the counter for many days as it was rotting with bugs and maggots all over it. I vomited in the sink, and then helped her get dressed, she was so frail and feeble. An ambulance came and from there she mostly became a ward of the state, living in group homes for people with mental health issues, which was horrible for her during the months when she was sane, but surrounded by the lunacy of the other patients.

I tried to keep in touch, take her out to lunch, let her see her grandkids, had her over for Thanksgiving, birthday parties, and stuff like that, but as she was aging she started to become abusive, saying all sorts of awful things, and I began to withdraw and detach myself from her so I could protect myself and just focus on my children.

The last time I really interacted with her was not too long after my big brother died, which affected me profoundly, and she kept feeling the need to tell me that my brother was an evil person and would definitely spend eternity in fire.

I'm an atheist, but her insistence on repeating this led to me just cutting her off.

From there she developed dementia/Alzheimers and really seemed to go downhill quickly, and this ultimately led to her death.

Last night my eldest daughter was asking me if I had any happy memories of her grandma, and I just couldn't think of one in that moment, every memory that came to mind throughout the entirety of my life with my mother was bad, 100% trauma, dark thoughts just overshadowed everything,

but today I can remember that way back in the beginning she was a realllly good mom. She was an incredible cook, like world class, and I remember her teaching me things in the kitchen. I remember her helping with my homework, doing arts and crafts projects, and she'd sew clothes for us, and even make incredible pro-level costumes for Halloween and school plays. One day I came home and said I needed a bull costume with really big horns for a school play, she went out and bought fur and sewed me a full length costume with a long tail and somehow used paper mache to make this super realistic bull head with horns and everything. When I showed up for the play all the other kids just had horns cut out of paper that were clipped to their hair, and I was moved to the center of the stage to become the focal point of the whole play. It was incredible.

Also, she is the one who taught me to love to read, we used to all just lay on couches for hours and read, so much so that in 4th grade I was testing at post-college Ievels in reading comprehension and grammar.

My mom also taught me the beauty in writing poetry, and how cathartic it could be. Her poetry was actually the first I read as an adult. Unlike my pithy poems, hers flowed gorgeously and was dripping with flowery language in the old style of centuries past.

So, in the end, that's how I'll try to remember her, as a loving, caring, and talented mother who just got sick and never recovered. Hopefully in time I'll learn to let go of the bad memories and more good ones will come to me, but at the very least I'll always owe her a debt for giving me the gift of poetry.

I'm glad you finally have peace, Mom.

Cassandra Estella Decker

2/2/50 - 11/1/23

PS: I'll never get over how strange it is that such vivacious young people eventually become this decrepit older version of themselves as you see my mom devolve into in this last photo. Life is such a tragedy.

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