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dorkszn · 2 months

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— letting you do their hair

— thomas j, alexander h, and phillip h x gn reader, john laurens x masc reader

+ black coded reader for thomas and john! modern-ish au!

PHILLIP H !

✩ he loves letting you do this hair. sometimes you don’t even have to ask, he’ll ask you.

✩ he only trust you and his parents to wash it and take care of it

✩ you style it a lot for him and eliza loves it

✩ tender headed as fuck

✩ if someone flirts with him in public, especially if they bring up his hair, he’ll just go on and on about you

✩ “oh my hair? yeah it’s nice, ain’t it? my (s/o) did it. Aren’t they so skilled?”

✩ you teach him how to braid his hair and style it the way you do so he can do them himself if there’s a time you’re not around

☆ watching your favorite shows 🤝 washing and drying his hair

THOMAS J !

☆ he is so protective of his hair. like he’s the only one allowed to touch it

☆ so obviously it took you a lot of begging and convincing but he eventually gave in

☆ he’ll make snarky comments and act like a baby when you first wash his hair or attempt to style it but a little pop with the comb gets him to shut up

☆ he almost fell asleep the first time you braided his hair, but he likes to pretend it never happened

☆ so embarrassed to ask you to wash his hair and you can’t help but tease him for it

☆ after a while, he had you braiding his hair once a week for an extra curl

☆ you guys have matching bonnets

☆ he will literally call James mid hair session and just start talking about the government with him

☆ he was very skeptical about your products but eventually they become the only thing he uses

ALEXANDER H !

☆ he was genuinely surprised when you asked him to do his hair

☆ he hadn’t had anyone to do it or take care of it for years, especially since his mother passed

☆ “you’d do that for me?” he’d question, genuine shock on his face

☆ and it takes all of both of you to not start crying when you do take care of his hair

☆ the first time you washed it for him was the most relaxed you’d ever seen him

☆ it was the most loved he’d felt for a while

☆ then there were times were you just played in his hair

☆ whether we was working or just watching tv, you were putting silly little styles in his hair. and it he loves it. he thinks it’s adorable.

☆ some mornings, he ask you to put his hair up for him or slick it back for him just so he can have the best start to his day

☆ his hair was very first thing he asked you to do when he came back from war

☆ scalp massages >>>

☆ they’re one of the only things that convince him to leave his office, just for a little bit

JOHN L !

☆ after he meets you, he refuses to do his hair unless you’re away on a trip

☆ he whines and pleads, making an excuses on “how you do so much better” and “how loved it makes him feel” while giving you kisses

☆ but if you’re truly tired, of course he’ll give you a break

☆ you came home once and found him wearing your bonnet/durag

☆ you also do most of his haircuts

☆ he doesn’t mind his hair growing out but he knows it’s getting too long when you start beating him while play fighting

☆ to him if you’re winning, his hair is messing with his vision and it’s a “handicap”

☆ definitely gets popped with the comb everytime you do his hair

“john, could you turn your head just a little bit?” you question, your frustration already growing. he couldn’t help but tease you constantly, it was in his nature. he slightly turns his head with a small smirk on his face, knowing he was pissing you off.

“john, don’t play with me right no—“ you cut off your words when john grabs you by the waist and pulls you in and onto his lap. his hand gripping the outside of your thigh to support you as you straddle his legs.

“this angle good enough for you?” he asks, giving you his typically stupid grin. you can’t help but softly smile as you look at him, your previous anger from before leaving.

“t’s fine, i guess.” you shrug before going back to attempting to cut his hair.

“see? why let anyone else do my hair when i can have you do it for free and get a lap dance at the same time?” he says nonchalantly, continuing to scroll on his phone. his free hand caress your thigh and slithering back to ass.

“john, i swear you’re going to wake up bald one day.”

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foxgloveprincess · 1 year

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Cuddling at Home

Word Count: 650

Warnings: Barely Any Editing, Mildly Suggestive Themes (including Mild Daddy Kink), So Much Fluff (you might barf). Minors do not interact (18+).

Divider by @firefly-graphics.

I love feedback, so go ahead and reblog if you want. No permission given to copy, translate, rewrite or post my work, at all. I cross-post to my AO3 account (FoxglovePrincess). Seeing this anywhere else means it’s been stolen/plagiarized.

Please DO NOT click ‘Keep Reading’ if you are not 18+ years of age. Thank you.

“Don’t,” he begs, hooking his scissors on the wall by his work station and turning in his seat, “don’t do this to me.” His eyes are pleading, brow tilted in his efforts.

You hum a blithe tune and ignore him, continuing to bundle yourself in blankets and quilts in the corner with your stuffed animals. Nothing feels better on a winter morning than this. Even if he’s not going to join you and insists on working. The fire roars across the room, keeping the cottage cozy and warm, perfect. You take a peek over at him—just to see his reaction, not to tempt him, oh no, not that, maybe a little.

He sighs and hangs his head, glancing over with a playful glare. The way he rises from his chair, despite his show of annoyance, is graceful and swift, hurried as you wrap a blanket over your head like a hood and cover your mouth to hide the smile that wants to break free.

His groan as he approaches tickles your ears and you can’t help the responding giggle. It’s a pathetic sound, but full of his surrender. And completely fake. He’s loving every second of this flirty exchange, especially the parts where you respond—just like always.

“You’re too cute, baby,�� he grumbles, close to a whine but far too teasing. He slumps to the floor in front of you, crawling closer and burying his face in your lap. “You know I can’t resist you when you’re being so adorable.”

“Sorry,” you giggle, running your fingers through his hair. “I can stop?”

He nuzzles closer. “Impossible,” he refutes with nip of his teeth to your thigh.

You chirp in startled amusement. Fingers tugging on his hair at your instinctual flinch. He pulls your hands away from his head and drapes one over his shoulders before sitting up and catching your eye with the stormy crystal of his.

“We need to get you warmed up,” he insists, feeling the frosty touch of your digits with his lips. He breathes warmth over them and you lean forward to rest your forehead to his. A twitch of a smile quirks at his lips before he starts to drag you closer to the fireplace, grabbing even more blankets along the way.

“I thought you needed to work,” you object with the slightest tinge of cheek. It’s good-natured, a concealment for the genuine concern. Your eyes flick to the half-finished hat sitting on his work table. Even as you follow along with his guidance and find your place beside him.

Settling you both by the fire to lean back on the couch, he pulls you into his arms and uses a finger to boop your nose. It scrunches in response before you find yourself the center of his attention.

“Needed to hold you more,” he replies with a shrug, tangling your legs together as they stretch out before you—making it near impossible for you to get away, not that you would want to.

Your hands cover your face at the cheesy line, spoken with such sincerity that your cheeks heat in response. Your lips press together, holding back the smile that threatens to expose your overwhelming joy. How he can just says things like that when the mood is so lighthearted—it always catches you off-guard, but you love it every time. Still, doesn’t mean he gets to know that.

“No,” Jefferson insists, pulling your hands from your face with his own and holding them away, “let Daddy see your pretty face.” His lips trail from cheek to cheek across your nose before he says, “There’s my pretty baby.”

You shove at his side with a pouty frown, barely able to move him or his arm over your shoulder. His chest shakes with a laugh, but he pulls you closer. A kiss lands on your forehead. You crack, smiling. How could you not?

#jefferson x reader #jefferson ouat x reader #mad hatter/jefferson x reader #jefferson ouat #ouat fanfiction #fluff #so much fluff #that’s all this is #an exploration of comfort

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that-damn-fouth-chaosemerald · 1 year

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𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤'𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐘/𝐍'𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

See my masterlist here!

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Hi guys!

First of all, Happy Birthday to this handsome psychopath! ^^

I know, peoples usally hate him, but I still think he's a really well created villain, and I still love him! °^° -//v//-

Btw, I really wanted to make these headcanons cute and fluffy, but at the end I mixed some smut too... Anyway, I really hope that you'll like it! ^^

×❢ About my work ❢×

Fluff, smut, cute and spicy nicknames, a bit of teacher x student ship, swear, Mark Jefferson x F!Reader, a bit of daddy kink

Fandom: Life is Strange

Character: Mark Jefferson

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(The picture is not mine!)

𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠: Love Me Like You Do by Ellie Goulding

“So love me like you do, la-la-love me like you do

Love me like you do, la-la-love me like you do

Touch me like you do, ta-ta-touch me like you do

What are you waiting for?”

• His nicknames for you:

• Darling, babe, cutie, sweety, sweetheart

• "Hey! How was your day, Darling?" he says while he gives a little kiss on your cheeks.

• "Come here, Sweetheart!"

• Sometimes he calls you hopeless, while he let out a chuckle

• Spicy nicknames (¬v¬):

• Slut, whore, bitch, good girl(?)

• "What are you?" he asks, while stops his fingers inside you. You start to whine. You almost cum on his fingers, almost, and he stops it? Damn, he's really makes you suffer. A small slap landed on you face. You come bact to the reality. "What are you?" he asks again.

"A dirty, little slut." you answer silently, but you still looking in his eyes. He starts to smirk.

"And who you belong to?"

"I'm belong to you, Sir."

"Good girl." he starts to kissing you, while his fingers starts to move again, you moan in his mouth because of the pleasing feeling.

• Your nicknames for him:

• Mr. Handsome, Professor, (Rarely) Jeffry, Jeff, Sir, Babe, Old man

• "Have a nice day, Mr. Handsome!" you say while you get out of his car, but before that, you give him a surprise kiss. He was surprised, and he felt that he starts to blush. After his brain processed the surprise kiss, he let out a chuckle because of the nickname.

• Spicy nicknames (¬v¬):

• Master

• (By the way, he loves it when you call him like that)

• Daddy

• "Are you want to cum, baby?" he whispers in your ear. You feel his breath while it's tickles your neck.

"Yes." you said weakly. He bites your neck. You moan. "Yes, Daddy." you can't see it, but you know that he's smirking.

"Good girl."

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justsomerandomfanfic · 10 months

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Hi!! Can I please request a romantic matchup for Mystery Incorporated, OUAT, and Star Wars? (sorry if that's a lot!)

I'm pretty average when it comes to things like height and weight, I have curly honey brown hair and brown eyes. I have so many freckles and I wear glasses cause I'm super blind.

My sense of style is all over the place when it comes to everything. My room is an eclectic mess of old car parts, huge bookshelves stuffed to the brim with books, antiques that I've collected, random paintings I've done, and I think the rest of my style is very similar. I find a way to make a cute outfit out of anything.

I'm asexual and biromantic. I love artsy things like cosplaying, crafting, and painting, and I love to sing and dance. I'm extroverted but still quite shy. I love music, recently I've been into kpop. I'm really sensitive when it comes to tv, I cry over every movie.

I am a very caring person, although I have a tendency to like being babied, as I am the youngest of my friends. I am also really clingy and I have a lot of love to give. One of my favorite ways to show love is acts of service, I love helping bandage people up if they are hurt, or cooking them a meal. I'm also big on pda and physical touch.

I think that's all I got! anyways thank you so much!!

Hi! Thank you for requesting a matchup, and don't worry, the amount is fine! :) I hope you enjoy! <333333

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Mystery Incorporated;

Shaggy Rogers:

🥪 You met Shaggy when you called them for help, there was a ghost of some kind in your closet, now you didn't mean to make the like the Ghostbusters, but you had no idea who else to call; and you did not regret it after you saw him... Shaggy

🥪 You were a bit shy when you first spoke to him... And his dog... But you quickly warmed up to him, finding that he loves to eat and boogie down; you loved to dance too, so that's one thing you had in common!

🥪 After the ghost, who had actually been your grandmother pulling a prank, got caught, Shaggy asked you out and you said yes; Shaggy then got your number and later that weekend took you out to a nice fast food place and then you both went walking around a park before he heard an ice cream truck, (sadly though, his dog, Scooby, was being a third wheel)

🥪 Though, you both really liked each other, and it got to the point that Shaggy went on dates without Scooby, and you both had a really great time each time; and soon enough Fred, Velma, and Daphne were begging you both to stop kissing when you joined them for a ghost hunt

🥪 Shaggy thinks you're like totally awesome dude :) He's like totally in love with you too (He'd make you so many sandwiches)

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OUAT;

Jefferson:

🎩 You met Jefferson when you were living in storybrooke, now he couldn't stay inside that mansion he lived in forever, so when he had to go out for food and literally ran into you, he was glad that he did; love at first sight?

🎩 Being the little devious boy he is, he apologises and insists that you come with him to him home where he could get you some tea; you decided, 'why the hell not' and went with him, feeling an odd sense of trust and peace with him

🎩 One thing led to another, and you moved in three months later, Jefferson was the sweetest gentleman, always making sure you are alright and feel loved; you absolutely adore him, half the reason why you began dating him, he's gorgeous, and you love to repay his kindness, love, and generosity with little acts of service

🎩 Somehow along in what seemed like a fairytale, you helped Jefferson get his daughter back, and he would be forever grateful for your help; you became a cute, little family - you loved cooking up food to go off into the woods and have picnics with them

🎩 Jefferson totally believes that it was love at first sight, and you feel the same, with every lingering glance, cuddles in large beds, and going out of sweet dates, you both were head over heels; you'd do anything for each other

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Star Wars;

Han Solo:

🔫 You met Han when you went with your Uncle Ben and new friend Luke to make a deal with the man and his Wookie friend; you three needed to get out off the planet and your Uncle Ben made a deal with Han

🔫 You on the other-hand, should have been listening to the conversation, but all you could see was Han; oh boy, oh boy

🔫 Han was sort of thinking the same, well, he thought you were mighty attractive, he loved the way you smiled, and the way your eyes shimmered when something interesting peaked your interests

🔫 You didn't start dating/courting until after the end of Darth Vader, dancing about in celebration, Han took his moment to pull you into a shared dance where you then shared your first kiss under the many stars

🔫 Han can't get over you, and misses you when you're gone, even if you are in another part of the ship, like yourself, he always wants your touch, either holding your hand, your hand on his arm, sitting shoulder to shoulder... In short, he's whipped; you felt the same, needing him always near you, and you always found it endearing when you'd come back into the cockpit and turn Han's pout into a grin

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#cute #fluff #slight angst #request #requests open #matchup #matchups #mystery incorporated #ouat #once upon a time #star wars #shaggy rogers #norville shaggy rogers #jefferson #han solo #shaggy rogers x reader #jefferson x reader #han solo x reader

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depressedstressedlemonzest · 14 days

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Belle finds a scroll that maps out a meteor shower that she wants to see. She asks Rumplestiltskin to join her, but he dismisses her, and the idea. It's not until Jefferson tells Rumple that Belle was asking him out that Rumple entertains the thought of watching the meteor shower with her.

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pantherastevens · 9 months

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His Sunshine in the Darkness: It All Started With Her Smile

Hello everyone~ I'm back, and it's with a new little series (technically, it's really just one extremely long story, but I broke it up in parts because if not, this post would be dumb long). I literally read two Yandere!Miles fics and kinda been obsessed with the idea (?) ever since.

Here are the two works, written by the lovely @l0v3morales (please write more of these, I'm begging you):

Stay With Me

Yours Forever

Thus I present to you, His Sunshine in the Darkness: Part One! This will most likely be divided into three parts (because I'm still writing this story, I'm currently at 12,838 words and counting. Buckle up kiddies, this is gonna be a long one).

I title Part One, "It All Started With Her Smile." I'm gonna ease y'all in with some fluff. Enough of me rambling. Enjoy!

Warnings: None, unless you're allergic to fluff

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It all started with her smile.

Miles Gonzalo Morales was the new kid at Visions. It was the middle of the recorded school year, and he was a new kid. He wasn't a huge fan of the school, but his parents insisted it would be good for him... whatever that meant.

The first few days, he pretty much kept to himself. Socializing wasn't his strong suit, and he didn't desire to make a fool of himself in front of his new classmates, who seemed to understand that he didn't belong like the rest. It just so happened the school was "generous" enough to recognize he had a brain and offer him a scholarship to be there. His only escapes were his dorm (Ganke seemed like a cool enough guy), his home, and his art class.

Miles loved to draw more than anything. Whether it be his pencils, markers, or his uncle's spray paints, he found his freedom. Freedom to be himself.

And she noticed it too.

Panthera Stevens was a fellow freshman who shared quite a few classes with him—even art. She had to be the prettiest girl that he's ever seen. Smooth chocolate skin, thick dark shoulder-length locs, naturally full brows, plump lips, and almond-shaped expresso-colored eyes. Miles admired the girl from afar, seeing how he wasn't sure how to approach the beauty (Miles didn't care what his uncle said. The "hey" trick had to be the stupidest and most embarrassing thing he's ever heard.)

So you could imagine the boy's surprise when he heard the screech of a chair being pulled up next to him and found her big dark brown eyes staring into his soul.

"Hey, you're Miles, right," she said with a smile. The boy could feel his face heating up at the sweet sight.

'She even has dimples... Buen Dios Todopoderoso, ella es tan linda...'

"U-uh... yeah, that's me," he said, fidgeting with his pencil. Panthera giggled, making the boy's blush worse.

"Nice to meet you, Miles. I'm Panthera. I couldn't help to notice that you're always by yourself and... well, I was wondering if we could become friends," she said; a bit of shyness could be seen in that smile. The boy blinked owlishly at her.

His crush wanted to be friends with him? The awkward, quiet new kid?

"I'm sorry, was I being too forward," Panthera asked, mistaking the boy's silence as rejection. Miles mentally slapped himself, urging his mouth to form words.

"N-No! Not at all. I-I would love to be friends with you!" That could've come out much smoother, but it still did the job.

Panthera Stevens' smile could rival the sun at that very moment, and Miles wanted to bask in it forever.

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Panthera and Miles became close friends very quickly. They would have study sessions at least three times a week and pretty much hung out every other weekend. Miles brought her to meet his parents toward the end of their freshmen year.

As expected, Panthera was the perfect angel. She came to the apartment in one of the prettiest dresses he's ever seen with a bouquet in hand.

He always remembers her soft laugh at his dumbfounded expression.

"What are you staring at, Mi?" God, that nickname will always make his stomach explode with butterflies...

"I-uh, it's j-just that..." Panthera blinked those pretty eyes at him, waiting for him to finish.

"You look so beautiful, gatita," Miles muttered breathlessly. Panthera did a cute shy shuffle. A sweet smile could be found on those pretty lips.

"Thank you, Mi. My Baba always told me a good first impression is everything." Miles nodded mindlessly, eyes still trained on her lips.

"Mijo? Is that your friend at the door? Don't keep her waiting now!" Rio's voice broke the trance on the boy, who promptly ushered the girl inside. Miles secretly smiled as the girl slid off her shoes and left them by the front door, already knowing his parents would like that.

The meeting went even better than the young boy expected. Panthera greeted his parents with the same smile as when they first met. She called them by their last names. She gifted his mother with the bouquet, who happily accepted the flowers—even going as far as explaining the meaning of each one.

"I wanted to find something to represent the family you two built. The Black-Eye Susans represent justice, seeing how you live to serve and protect Mr. Morales. The Daylilies represent the Chinese emblem for the mother of the home, something you're doing such a wonderful job at, Mrs. Morales. And finally, the honeysuckle represents your love for each and your son. I hope you like them."

The more his parents talked with the girl, the more taken they were with her. Rio insisted that she stay for dinner, which Panthera accepted. As the two women entered the kitchen, Miles turned to find his father looking down at him with a knowing smile.

"You know, son, you seem pretty taken by Panthera... you sure you two are just friends?" Jefferson did his best not to laugh too hard at the sight of his son's red face.

"C'mon papá, stop it. W-we're just friends, nothing more," Miles huffed, not without shooting a glance of longing at the kitchen.

Panthera and his mamá seemed to chat joyfully, Panthera even stepping alongside Rio to help cook dinner. Rio's green eyes glowed with approval as she taught the girl how to make Mofongo.

God, if that didn't do funny things to his heart...

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Miles knew his feelings were getting stronger by the day in their sophomore year. There wasn't a sketchbook he now owns that didn't have a sketch of Panthera somewhere among the pages. After meeting his parents, Rio insisted he bring her around as often as possible. His room started carrying the faint smell of her and her vanilla and coco musk perfume.

If he cuddled his pillow that carried the scent of her hair oil that smelt like pineapples, that shouldn't be anyone's business but his own.

The boy had it bad.

Everyone in his family could see it.

Uncle Aaron had demanded that he introduce the girl he was partially head over heels in love with (Miles can't even deny it anymore, it's been at least a year.) Only to find out it was Eric's little girl, who Aaron had basically adopted as his niece. The man was ecstatic over the fact, privately telling Miles that Panthera would make a kickass future wife. Miles nearly screamed that he was too young to think about that (even though that thought has passed his mind... multiple times.)

She was invited to his dad's party to celebrate his upcoming position of becoming the Police Captian. It was a little embarrassing having his family coo and giggle at the two of them, excitingly asking Miles if she was his girlfriend. Panthera was nice enough not to laugh out loud at the permanent blush that settled on his cheeks.

Miles thought his head would explode when his mom had the DJ play a song with everyone breaking into couples to dance bachata.

"C'mon, Miles! You could dance with Panthera," Rio encouraged as she danced with her husband, who looked a little awkward trying to keep up with his wife's graceful movements. Panthera cocked her head at the boy, reminding him of the animal he, oh so fondly, nicknamed her.

"I don't mind dancing with you... but I don't want to step on your toes," Panthera offered. Miles focused on the girl, not the heat melting his face.

"I doubt you could do that, gatita. I could show you some basic steps," Miles said. Panthera nodded, relaxing as she allowed the Afro-Latino to guide her through the dance. Once she felt she got a feel of it, she was able to flow much easier with the boy. Miles' could feel his heart pounding away at his ribcage as he twirled the girl under his arm before holding the beauty close once more.

"I don't think I ever told you how beautiful you look tonight, gatita," Miles said softly as he rested his forehead against hers. Panthera's dark eyes twinkled at him.

"Thank you, Mi. I asked my dad to take me shopping for the occasion. Since I was gonna meet more of your family and all," she said shyly. Miles couldn't help but drink at the sight of her for the umpteenth time that night.

"I'm going have to send him a thank you card then. Not for just the outfit but for siring the most beautiful girl of all of Brooklyn," he said, a flirty grin tugging on his lips. Panthera laughed freely, the sound reverberating deep in her throat.

"Mi! Such a flirt," she giggled as she was spun about yet again. The girl seemed at peace, humming contentedly as she felt the heat of Miles' palms bleed through the material of her dress. Miles couldn't help the easygoing smile tugging on his lips as he lost himself in the music and those sparkling eyes.

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"Your dad's speech was beautiful." Miles turned to look at the girl next to him. The pair decided to get some air from all the people. Panthera was looking out at the party lighting up the rooftop, her face glowing from the bright lights. Miles knew this image of her would be the newest addition to his sketchbook later that night when everyone went home, and he was alone in his room.

"Yeah, it definitely was," Miles said softly. Panthera turned to him, reaching up to cup Miles' face with her hands.

'So soft...' Miles thought as he was pulled to Panthera's height. Puberty finally decided to be nice to him these past few months and give him some inches, much to Panthera's annoyance.

"Something in me is telling me to say this, so listen to me for a second, yeah?" Panthera could be reading dictionary definitions to him, and he would still hang onto her every word like he was now.

"Y-Yeah, sure. Anything for you, princesa," Miles mumbled. Panthera chuckled and shook her head at the nickname. Miles could tell he managed to fluster her a little, which he joyfully counted as a win.

"Never for one moment think you're alone. You have beautiful parents who love you more than life itself. You have a dope ass uncle who considers you as his own son. And you have me. I wasn't sure what would happen the first day I sat next to you in art class, but I can say this is something I cherish deeply. You will always have me, Miles. Even if you feel like the world is crashing down around you... when you feel as if you have no one left... when you want to fall into the darkness... I'll be there to shield you as best I can. I'll be there to hold your hand. I'll be there to show you the light. I love you, Mi. Always." Miles felt his heart stall.

'I love you, Mi...'

God, Miles knew that Panthera could just be confessing her love for him as a friend, but his lovesick brain wouldn't let him see it as such. He wants to believe that Panthera sees him as something more. See them as something more.

Miles' shaky hands found Panthera's waist, tugging her closer.

"T-Thank you, Panthera... a-and I-I love you too," the boy whispered, breathless by the sheer intensity of it all. Her eyes, her warmth, her scent, her lips-

Miles nervously licked his own as he focused on Panthera's. So many times, he's daydreamed and dreamed about those lips. Full, soft, and how so kissable. He often saw her put on some tinted lip oil (she barely believes in chapstick, only having one or two as a backup) which made them all the more enticing. It made the boy wonder what flavors she uses and how good she'll taste.

He may have kissed his pillow pretending it was Panthera for practice, but again, that was nobody's business but his own.

Miles leaned in, watching for the girl's reaction to him. Those sweet dark eyes lower, eyeing his wet bottom lip. Her hands migrated to his shoulders as she carefully balanced on her toes.

"I love you, mi vida," he whispered in the small space between their lips. He could hear the soft hitch in the girl's breath at his quiet confession.

There was no denying it. He loves Panthera Genesis Stevens. And finally, one of his fantasies was about come true.

Miles closed his eyes as he felt their lips brush against each other... only for them to snap open when he heard,

"Hey Miles, you up- WHOA, MY GOD!" Miles and Panthera instinctively jumped away from each other to find an embarrassed Jefferson and an exasperated Rio.

"Dios mío, amor. I told you that there was a chance they would be up here and to leave them be. Now look what you have done," Rio playfully scolded her husband. Miles groaned out of embarrassment, tugging his braids while Panthera laughed nervously.

"Sorry about disappearing like that, Mr. and Mrs. Morales. Was there something that you need," Panthera asked, hoping to ease the tension and move on from... what almost happened between her and their son. Jefferson, still fighting off his embarrassed blush, let out a chuckle.

"Nothing crazy important. We just wanted to let you kids know that we're about the cut the cake Miles brought. Just in case you wanted some." The pair nodded.

"Yeah, we'll be there in a few minutes. Thanks for letting us know, papá," Miles said, finding the city skyline much more interesting than it was a minute ago. He could hear his mother's quiet laughter, dragging his father away to leave him alone with Panthera again. Before he could turn to her to apologize (for what, Miles wasn't entirely sure because, damn it, he wanted that kiss to happen), he felt something on his cheek.

That something was Panthera.

He turned to the girl, whose arms wrapped around one of his. She had a goofy smile.

"Don't apologize, alright? We're fine, I promise. Now come on, I heard you got red velvet, and I always wanted to try it!" Miles allowed himself to be dragged away by the cheerful girl, hand on the cheek that held a faint kiss print.

Not exactly what he was hoping for... but he certainly isn't complaining. And also trying to figure out how was he going to wash his face but preserve the mark...

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-Translations-

~Spanish~

Buen Dios Todopoderoso, ella es tan linda : Good God Almighty, she's so cute

Gatita : Kitten

Mijo : Darling

Papá : Dad

Princesa : Princess

Mi vida : My life

Dios mío, amor : My God, love

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imaginedreamwrite · 1 year

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Like My Father: Part 11

A/N: Violence and a few triggering topics/conversation in the second half

“I haven’t spent much time in here.” You observed, trailing your fingertips along the edge of the storage cabinet along the far wall, the rows of books stacked neatly on dark shelves had spines illuminated with silver or gold letters.

Across from the shelves and the storage cabinet were two matching love seats made of soft white leather and dark cotton throw pillows that had been set against the puckered armrests. There was a single folded blanket that had been set in the middle of the couch on the left, the flannel pattern a clashing distinction from the rest of the room.

The desk was stationed near the back of the room, and there were matching storage cabinets behind the desk that matched the dark wood aesthetic.

In the open-faced cabinets were some files that had been set in clear bins, a few framed degrees and other legal forms that would aid Andy and the ‘family’ in general. On the desk was a closed laptop with a phone to the right, the device was connected to the landline and security system that was still used throughout the house.

“Your father did his best to protect you from this world.” Andy had closed the door behind you both, his footsteps muffled on the area rug that sat below the couches and met the edge of the door.

When he had stepped off the area rug onto the hardwood, you had winced softly at the sound that hit your ears with grating irritation. Despite the coffee and the pastry that you had eaten, you were still dealing with the lingering aftereffects of the drugging, and it was affecting you almost as if you were suffering a hangover.

“If he wanted to protect me from this world, then why did he give it to me?” You turned slowly and settled your gaze upon Andy, watching him attempt to keep the noise down as he pulled the rolling leather chair out from under the desk to sit on the cushion.

Even as he had lifted the laptop and began to type on the device, giving whatever credentials he needed to have access, he tried to be quiet. You watched him focus, his eyebrows furrowed and his lips pursed with all the telltale signs of a man who was concentrating on the task at hand like the seasoned lawyer he was.

“Andy,” you stepped forward, drawing yourself nearer to the desk, “do you think my dad made a mistake? Do you think he should have just…married me off?”

Andy had raised his head and looked at you with the same furrowed brows and pursed lips, only instead of being focused and concentrating, he had appeared confused. He leaned forward and rest his elbows on the desk with his fingers intertwined and resting under his chin, he was watching you with intense focus.

He was giving you the entirety of his attention, looking at nothing but you while the facet of emotion in his eyes shifted, and his scent was radiating and pulsating with comfort and ease, he was your alpha and he knew you needed comfort. He was waiting for you to finish, he had every right to cut you off and degrade your worries as an alpha. He could have very well shot you down with an alpha command, one that would have settled in your skin with no chance of ignoring the demand.

He could have overstepped and taken those liberties with you because of the differences in your designations, other alphas had done worse to omegas, and other alphas have demanded more.

“No,” his voice was even and he spoke with unkempt truth.

“Honey, your father would have never done that to you. Your father believed that you could do this. He didn’t want to see you married off to someone who would try and tamper your spirit and that fire. He knew that this whole family, this empire, needed an omega. Despite what everyone else may think, despite what they may all believe, you were purposely chosen for this. Your father didn’t want anyone else to do this, he knew that you could and you would be the only one he would ever give this to.”

“And you? And you all?” You questioned them, even if you had already been reassured of everything. You were in charge now, this was your responsibility and if you had failed it would be your failure.

“We’re all here for you.” Andy had tucked his chin into his chest and drew in a soft breath. “You are ours and we are yours.”

“Everything we do, we do together.”

“If you fail,” Andy had whispered to you, “we all fail. We’re here for you, we’re all here for you.”

You nodded your head and shuffled toward one of the chairs in front of the desk and slowly sat down on the cushioned surface before you tucked your feet under. You had drawn your bottom lip into your mouth and nibbled on your flesh, your eyes captivated by some of the artwork that was on the walls.

There was lingering silence between you two, lingering quietude that had remained comfortable enough for you to be able to focus on the mess in your head and the interior design of the office your father had once loved.

“I don’t understand this, I hate this. This is so stupid.” Your frustration had come out as a huff, and the book in your hands was tossed to the couch.

“You’re not trying.” Ari had gently scolded you from behind the desk, his gaze flickering from the computer to you and your position halfway off the couch.

“I don’t want to try, Ari. I don’t want to try. I want to forget this and get ice cream.” You turned your head and blew out a puff of air, annoyed while rolling your eyes when he laughed and shook your head.

“Nice try, finish your homework.”

“Blowhard.” You muttered under your breath and pushed yourself back on the couch, flopping down on the cushions and then you reached under your back and removed the book from where it was trapped.

“You can have ice cream when you’re done.” Ari had relayed the hopefulness when you had opened the book and held it above your face, however, you were far less interested in reading as you were pressing him for a few ins and outs of the business.

Before you could even open your mouth to speak, the office door had flown open with a large crash and a man was dropped to the carpet uncouthly. Ari immediately stood and walked around the front of the desk, tension in his shoulders and back as he moved toward the door.

“Get him the fuck out of here.” Ari had hissed, standing between you and the man laying on the carpet, blocking you from seeing what was going on while his scent and the prowess of his designation had kept you frozen in place.

“Ari-“

“Now!” He growled and shoved one of your father’s men back, only briefly glancing over his shoulder toward you and then he looked away. “Get him the fuck out of here, now.”

The limp man was lifted from the floor and the door was slammed with a solid thud that rattled a few pictures on the wall. Stunned silence had fallen between you two, your mouth opened and closed a few times as you fought for any words to become vocalized. There was so much you wanted to know and ask, so much you wanted to dive into but no words would form on your tongue.

At least, not until Ari had turned and ran his fingers through his hair. “You wanna skip this and get ice cream?”

“Uhh…yeah. Yeah.” You snapped the book shut and discarded it, quick to stand and shuffle toward him.

“Good, get your things.”

Brick and mortar were the perfect substance to act as the grater for skin and bone. It was a single strike that had him sent flying into the rough surface, and the cry that followed hit their ears. Neither one was apologetic, neither one had any qualms about spilling blood and cutting flesh, not when they had questions that needed to be answered.

“You have two minutes.”

“I don’t know! I don’t know! I don’t-“ Their target had cried in protest, pleading with them despite being one of the men on shift when the bottles had been filled and corked.

The local brewery and winery had been a favourite of their guests, and until now it had been without fail. Until the moment someone had slipped roofies into the bottles before they were corked, there was never a doubt for the local favourite.

“You were here, you knew something.”

“There are cameras! Check the cameras!” He squealed and drew in a sharp breath when Ari lifted him from the ground and held him against the wall.

Ari had looked back at Nick as he began unsheathing one of his favourite knives, the glint of the metal surface reflecting the sun’s rays.

“We already checked the cameras and they were found faulty. Now, you were on shift and everyone you work with has thrown you under the bus. You can either tell us who gave you the brilliant idea or Nick will start cutting nonessential pieces off of you.”

“I’m starting with his dick, he doesn’t need it.” Nick had stepped toward the target and turned the knife in his hands, allowing the decrepit man to visually see the weapon that was going to be used on him.

“He’s losing patience, now-“

“I don’t know! I don’t know his name! Please, fuck-!” He whimpered in Ari’s tight hold, his feet dangling above the ground as the inability to breathe had become stronger when Ari tightened his hand around his throat.

“I got a message, a text asking if I want to make some money. I was told to spike the drink and send it to the party, I didn’t know-“

“He’s lying, you’re lying. You better start telling the truth or you’ll find yourself missing an invaluable piece.” Nick had stood on the other side of Ari, his fingers wrapped tightly around the hilt of the knife.

“I can usually make it easy on a person but for you-“ Nick glinted, he had tilted his head and cast his darkening blue eyes upon the quaking prick.

“I’m telling the truth! I swear! I have the message, I have-“ he shook in Ari’s hands, quaking and whining as he begged for release.

“The message is gone.” Ari’s fingers flexed, and his hand tightened as the man attempted to claw and strike at him.

“It was an alpha!” His hands loosened on his body, his mouth parted as he hastily sucked in air. “AN ALPHA!”

“What alpha?” Nick’s jaw clenched, the veins in his neck protruding as a settled force of rage was starting to course in his body. “What fucking alpha?”

“O-one who was b-betting on having your bitch-“

“Cut out his tongue.” Ari dropped the quim to the ground, allowing Nick to step forward and press the blade of the knife against his lips.

“You should mind how you speak to her. She has a lot of power at her fingertips.”

“I-its not m-me. It’s his words.” He raised his hands in protest, begging Nick and Ari for mercy. “He called her a bitch. He said that he was expecting to bed the bitch and inherit it all.”

“Cut off his dick and his tongue.” Ari’s clear and crisp voice heralded his calm fury. He was pissed beyond all measure but he was controlled, his anger was bedded down under great restraint.

“I told you everything! I told you everything I know!” He pleaded with Nick, his voice getting muffled when a dirty rag was shoved into his mouth.

“Keep your hands still, I don’t want you dying from this.” Nick placed his foot on the target’s chest and cut away the fabric of his jeans, exposing his withering dick to the open air.

“You know,” Nick raised his head and locked eyes with their prey, “we’re not just doing this for our boss. We know things about you, a lot of dirty details that your rich daddy had covered up.”

“You like them young, don’t you?” Ari spat at him, disgusted and vigorously pissed off at the sick man trapped against the ground. “You need to learn how not to fuck with vulnerable people.”

His cries came as Nick pressed the tip of the knife against the poor bastard’s flesh, drawing a few pebbles of blood.

“Trust me, this is good for everyone.” Nick pressed harder, he worked the blade over and over like he intended while their target thrashed and screamed into the cloth.

Nick had stood back once his first task was done, cutting off the ill-gotten member and wrapping it in a cloth. He had stared down at the weeping target, Nick’s lips stretching into a smirk before he whistled for Ari.

“You need to be marked, you need to wear your charges so everyone knows.” Nick grabbed his right arm and lifted it while Ari helped him hold the bastard down.

He pressed the knife to flesh again and carved out the disgusting and revolting word into his forearm, marking him permanently with the engrained and damning charge.

“Now everyone will know what a piece of shit you are.” Nick wiped the blood off the knife and spat it on their victim’s body. “You disgusting fucking pedophile.”

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Christmas Treats » Jefferson/Mad Hatter

December 15th

Pairings: Husband/Dad!Jefferson x Wife/Mom!Reader with Grace

Summary: Y/N takes Grace to a Christmas market in her hometown and Grace is excited to show Jefferson what she got.

Warnings: Fluff, language, nothing but cuteness, hugs and kisses, pet names (honey, sweetheart)

Written on my phone so sorry if there’s any mistakes or typos.

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

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“What is all of this stuff?” Grace asks you, amazed by everything around her.

“It’s a market with Christmas treats.” You say.

“Can I get some?” She asks with puppy dog eyes.

“Of course you can, sweetheart!” You smiled.

Grace squeals in excitement and ran to the nearest shelf. The shelf had all kinds of candies. From salty to sweet and savory.

“Grace, don’t go too far!” You say, catching up with her.

“I’m sorry, mommy.” She apologizes. “I just like this place a lot.” She says.

“Me too.” You say, smiling in agreement.

Grace seen something on the top shelf that she wanted. She jumped and tried to reach for it.

“Mommy.” She turns to you. “Help me please.” She says, doing grabby hands.

You picked her up, settling her on your hip. Grace reached up and grabbed what she was trying to reach a moment ago.

“What is it?” You asked, setting her back on the floor.

“Chocolate snowman.” Grace shows you. “Mommy, look!” She says, running to the shelf with the stuffed animals.

She jumped up and down with excitement while pointing at a white bunny on the middle of the shelf. You walked over to her, grabbing the bunny and handed it to her.

“Can I get it please?” She asks.

“Yes you can.” You say with a smile.

Grace’s eye caught a glimpse of the treats in the glass case in the bakery. She immediately made her way over to it with you following behind her.

“What do you think papa would like?” You asked her.

“Muffins!” She says, pointing at the assortment of muffins.

“Good choice. Should we get cookies and brownies?” You asked.

Grace nodded her head with excitement. You told the employee behind the counter what treats you wanted and she gave you a box of the treats you requested.

“Let’s pay for everything.” You say to Grace.

Grace followed beside you to the front counter to pay for everything. Grace gasps loudly when she sees the hot chocolate stand outside the door.

“Mommy, look!” Grace says, tugging on your sweater and point at the hot chocolate stand.

“You want hot chocolate?” You asked, looking down at her.

“Yes please.” She says, nodding her head.

“Lead the way.” You tell her.

You followed behind Grace as you two made your way to the hot chocolate stand.

“I want the one with mini marshmallows and the red and green sprinkles.” She says.

“Good choice. Which one do you think papa would like?” You asked her.

“Umm…” She looks at the menu for a moment. “This one.” She says, pointing at the peppermint hot chocolate.

“That looks good. I might get that one too.” You say.

“What would you ladies like to order?” The employee asks.

“I would like 2 medium peppermint hot chocolates and a medium hot chocolate with red and green sprinkles and mini marshmallows.” You tell the employee.

The employee nodded and made the hot chocolates, handing it to you in a cup carrier. You paid for the hot chocolates and then you and Grace went to the car.

“Can I have my hot chocolate please?” Grace asks after buckling herself in.

“Yes you can, sweetheart.” You say, reaching your arm back to hand her the hot chocolate.

Grace held it carefully with both hands. She was so excited to show her papa what she got that she was almost bouncing with excitement in her seat.

“Jefferson, we’re home!” Your voice echoed through the house.

“We have treats!” Grace shouts.

Jefferson greeted you two with a hug and a kiss.

“Did you two have fun at the Christmas market?” Jefferson asks.

“Yes! Look, papa! I got a new bunny for my collection!” She says, showing him the bunny.

“It’s cute.” He smiles.

“I’m going to put it with my other bunnies!” She says, running to her bedroom.

Jefferson followed you to the kitchen as you put the treats on the counter. He wrapped his arms around your waist from behind and kissed your cheek. You smiled and turned around, placing your arms around his neck and stood on your tippy toes to give him a sweet kiss on his lips.

“What’s in the box?” Jefferson asks curiously.

“Treats.” You tell him.

You turned back around to open the box, Jefferson’s arms were still around your waist.

“Ooh, everything looks good.” He says, looking at the assortment of muffins, cookies, and brownies.

“This is for you.” You say, handing him his hot chocolate.

“Thank you, honey.” Jefferson kisses your lips again.

You and Jefferson started to kiss passionately when you guys heard little footsteps coming into the kitchen.

“Gross! Don’t do that neck to my treats!” Grace shouts, making you two laugh.

“Sorry.” You and Jefferson apologized.

“Muffin please.” She says politely.

You grabbed a plate from the cabinet and put a muffin on it, handing it to Grace.

“Eat it at the table.” You tell her.

Grace nodded and made her way to the table.

“Looks like you two had an amazing day.” Jefferson says, kissing your cheek.

“We did. You should come with us next weekend.” You say.

“Sounds like a plan.” He says, kissing your lips.

“What did I say about kissing next to the treats?!” Grace shouts from the table making you two laugh again.

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mikakeya · 1 year

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The Wondrous Ways of The Mad Hatter

((DAY 1 OF CHRISTMAS))

Jefferson (OUAT) X Reader

Word Count: 1,171

Warnings: Fluff

Summary: Jefferson comes to your rescue with his hat and takes you to his cottage in the Enchanted Forest where the both of you spend Christmas in his cottage.

A/N: I know I'm a little late like 7 days haha but I think that if I try hard enough I'm able to catch up with the Christmas Masterlist :) Day 1 of Christmas writings and I'm new to the seasonal writing so be nice please and give your love and support :)

"You guys are always doing stupid stuff like that… What's the point of even dressing up like 'the perfect family,' when we're clearly not!" You slam the cutlery against the table and gets up to go into your room as you lock the door before sitting on the bed. You leaned your head against the headboard and sigh to yourself.

You loved your family more than anything in the world except for when they lied to themselves while knowing the truth. It wasn't always this way. You did have a perfect family until your mother got into a gambling addiction. Your father had no choice but for him to divorce her. He did, however, remarry which made you look forward to always seeing him happy but at what cost?

You were always the oddling though. Liking different things from your half-siblings because of the wide age gap seeing as you were much older than them. Of course, it was okay to like different things because it meant that you had a personality compared to Asher and Ezekiel or as they liked to be called, Ash and Zeke.

You were thinking about how you were going to spend your time after making your decision to stay at home while your family went out to celebrate Christmas. However, your thoughts were cut short and interrupted as a man opened your closet and stepped out from behind it.

"Hi, where might I be?" The strange man with a funny-looking halloween-esque costume looked around before questioning you while taking his hat off.

"Y-Your standing in my room," You looked at him confused as he stood there dumbfounded before you giggled softly as you covered your mouth.

"Yes… right. I better get going then."

"No, wait! What's your name?" You questioned him wanting to know as you weren't going to let this random man with magic leave before granting your wish for Christmas this year.

"My name is Jefferson," He replied while bowing respectfully before going to you to take your hand and kiss it gently.

As you tell him your name you realise that something about him stood out to you. He looked as though he was dressed like The Mad Hatter. You questioned him to see if he was to which he replied and invited you to his cottage where dreams come true so that you could see it for yourself.

You nodded and grabbed a few of your things before standing behind him as he reopened your closet door. He stepped into it taking you with him to his cottage in the Enchanted Forest. As you crossed the portal it was like lightning had flashed past you in an instant. You blinked and realised that you were now on the other side of this unknown portal but were in an old-looking cottage.

As you wandered the cottage, taking an interest in its design, you bumped into a little girl who introduced herself to you as Grace before being interrupted by someone as they cleared their throat. You turned around to face Jefferson again seeing him pick his hat off the floor before walking to you.

"That's my daughter, I hope you don't mind."

You shake your head not minding at all as you smile at Grace while rubbing her head before she leads you to her room as you laugh while looking back at Jefferson.

As Jefferson prepares dinner, you and Grace are sitting in her room playing with her dolls while having 'tea' before you proceed to braid her hair and help her to find something nice to wear for dinner.

As time passes you get more hungry and tired and decide to go check on Jefferson sneaking up behind him.

Jefferson turns around holding the scissors in his hand before putting it down realising that it was a split second away from your face, "SORRY!"

"It's okay," You smile at Jefferson before realising that you're being cornered against the counter as it brushes against your lower back.

You continue to look up into Jefferson's eyes smiling at him and giving him mixed signals as he cups the right side of your face. As you looked away Jefferson directs your face to look at him again before he leans down to kiss you as you tilt your head allowing him to.

"Papa-" Grace walks into the kitchen from her room with a doll in her hand before looking up and seeing the adults in front of her breaking apart to pretend like they hadn't just kissed as she smiles innocently at them.

"Dinner's almost ready, Grace," You told her as you smile back nervously before looking away and going to prepare the table for them.

Grace nods and takes a seat before talking about her doll and how she needs it to be sewn back together as the seam tore apart. You agreed to help her as you felt a connection to her, almost like she was your own daughter. Jefferson brings the dinner to the table as you tell them how thankful you are to be able to spend Christmas together with them before eating.

When dinner's over, Jefferson cleans up and washes the dinner as you help him to tuck Grace into bed before taking her doll and sewing it back up together as you sat in the living room. Jefferson comes over a while later when he's done with the washing of dishes and sits beside you.

"Thank you for your help tonight with Grace," Jefferson admires you sewing the doll as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

"That's okay. She's a sweetheart," You continue to sew up the doll as you reply to Jefferson.

Jefferson continues to admire you as you can feel his gaze on you before quickly finishing up the stitches and leaving the doll on the table. You feel Jefferson's fingers on your chin as he turned your face to look at him before he leaned forward to kiss you. Jefferson carries you to his room and lays you on his bed as he lies beside you cuddling you.

"Goodnight, doll," Jefferson whispered softly before closing his eyes and going to sleep as you reciprocated his actions.

When you awoke the next morning, you found that you were back in your room on your bed. You felt something in your palm as you opened your hand to discover a handkerchief in it. There was also a top hat sitting on your bed with a note. You sat up and leaned forward to reach the note before taking it and reading it.

'If you wish to see me again, wait till nightfall before tapping on the hat five times' - Jefferson.

You smiled reading the note before taking the top hat and flipping it as you put it on and laughed to yourself. You then took it off to hold it to your chest as you laid back down and closed your eyes thinking about Jefferson and how you intend to impress him tonight.

#once upon a time #ouat #jefferson ouat #the mad hatter #sebastian stan #jefferson x reader #jefferson x you #jefferson x y/n #enchanted forest #fluff #oneshot #masterlist #christmas masterlist

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homiesondaweb · 10 days

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Spider-Man: Spider-Verse (Sony Animated Movies), Spider-Man - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jefferson Morales (Earth-1610)/Rio Morales, Jefferson Morales (Earth-1610) & Miles Morales & Rio Morales, Jefferson Morales (Earth-1610) & Rio Morales, Miles Morales & Rio Morales Characters: Miles Morales, Rio Morales, Jefferson Morales (Earth-1610) Additional Tags: Good Parent Jefferson Morales (Earth-1610), Good Parent Rio Morales, Secret Identity, Identity Reveal, Sickfic, Spider-Man Identity Reveal, Allergies, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Miles Morales Whump, Miles Morales Needs a Hug, Light Angst Summary:

Miles has had a year to think about how he'd tell his parents he's Spiderman. Learning first hand how a radioactive spider - human teenager has a severe allergic reaction is not on his Spiderman reveal bingo card.

#miles morales #into the spider verse #spiderman across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse #rio morales #jefferson morales #gen fic #hurt/comfort #whump #spiderman #fluff #angst #family fic

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caplanbuckybarnes · 2 years

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Deadly Vibes

Summary: Jefferson comes to check on you late at night during a violent night of chaos.

Warnings; vampire au, mentions of violence

A/N: please reblog my writing if you enjoyed!!!

Stirring awake, you felt your heart pounding deep within your chest. Sitting up, you wiped sweat from your face as you squinted into the darkness of your room, wondering what had caused the sudden urge to wake up in the middle of the night.

“It’s good to see you again, love.” his voice was barely above a whisper. “I’ve been worried over you.”

“Jefferson...” Gasping lightly at the sound of his voice, your eyes finding him perched atop your windowsill balancing in the balls of his feet with practiced ease . In the moonlight, you could only see half of his features, the other half shrouded in darkness. Sounds of screams and shouts echoed in from the open window. “What are you doing here, my love? Has something happened tonight? Are you hurt?”

“No,” he blinked, his head cocking to the side, one ear pointed to the window, holding back a grimace. “I just had to see you, Y/N.” You flung the duvet away from your body as he took a gentle step onto your floorboards. “I’ve missed you, Y/N. I needed to know that you were safe; it’s dangerous out there during these troubling times.”

“Stay with me tonight,” you pleaded, reaching out to take his cold hands in your own. “Jefferson, stay.”

“I cannot.” he frowned, pulling you close to his body. You sighed itno his chest as he wrapped his arms around you. “I must go; I have to protect the others.”

“When will I see you again?” you asked as he gently pulled out of your touch.

“I’m unsure, Y/N.” He looked troubled for a long moment as he glanced out of the window. “It’s been hell out there lately. With the attacks on the innocent villagers. I have plenty of scouting to handle with the others.”

“Something’s happened, then?” you gently prodded. “Someone got murdered?”

“Nothing to worry yourself over, Y/N.” He forced a grin as he glanced at you one more before gliding over to the window on soft feet and heaving himself on the sill again. “I’ll return soon, my love.”

You nodded as he leaped from the window and landed on the ground below before taking off in a quick sprint.

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"The Neighbor"

Pairing: Alexander Hamilton/Thomas Jefferson

Summary: After Alex and Thomas have sex for the first time, their neighbor comes over to check in on them.

Word Count: 1.3k

Tags/Warnings: Jamilton, Mentions of Sex, Post sex cuddles, Cuddling, Embarrassed Thomas

A/N: AO3, This is a direct sequel to "I'll catch you" and is part of the Jamilton Drabbles series.

Masterlist: Here

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Alex runs his fingers through Thomas’ curly hair as they lay together on the bed. Thomas is passed out on Alex’s chest, and Alex is filled with a warmth he can barely describe. Thomas’ gangly arms and legs are wrapped around him like an octopus, but he knows he wouldn’t even dream of escaping his cozy embrace. He watches him breathe deeply, and can’t help but wonder how he ended up deserving this mans love.

DING - DONG

Alexander gives a yelp of surprise when Thomas’ doorbell rings and clutches his chest, feeling his rapidly beating heart. He waits, hoping whoever is out there will go away.

DING - DONG DING - DONG DING - DONG DING--

Groaning, he covers his face with his hands, praying the annoying asshole out there gets bored and goes away.

DING -DING DING DING - DONG DING DING - DONG DING--

The person out there is so impatient they ring the doorbell before the sound is even finished and Alexander has had enough . With a huff of annoyance, he tries to pry himself out of Thomas’ embrace. The other just grumbles and pulls him in tighter with a sleepy, ‘Let it ring’ before he’s back to snoring loudly. Like hell he’s gonna let it ring. He’s going to show this asshole who’s boss. Managing to untangle himself from Thomas, he rolls out of bed and quickly puts on a pair of Thomas’ pants he found lying around. They’re slightly loose on his hips, enough for them to sag slightly but not enough to fall off. Rolling up the hems, he doesn’t even bother putting on a t-shirt as he heads out of the room. Suddenly, a pair of arms wrap around him from behind and Thomas is resting his head on Alex’s own.

“Really?” Thomas drawls, putting his full weight on him. It seems the man has managed to slip on a pair of pajama pants while he wasn’t looking, and he sighed as Thomas tried to pull him back towards the bed, bribing him with kisses to the neck.

DING - DONG DING- DING - DING - DING - DING - DONG

“Yes really, I’m about to punch whoever the hell is out there.” he replies, forging onward towards the door even as Thomas follows, arms around his waist and his full weight against his back.

Once he reached for the door he yanked it open, ready to curse the ever loving hell out of the person behind it, when his words died in his mouth.

On Thomas’ porch, stood a little old lady.

She was grinning up at them, all wrinkles and mirth, and held a small wicker basket full of waters bottles and what seemed to be oatmeal raisin cookies.

“Why hello there boys!” She said, voice crickety and high pitched with age.

Alex just stared at her wide eyed, “Um. . .hello there.”

“You must be Alexander!” She said, holding her hand out for him to shake. He did after a moment's hesitation. “Thomas has told me so much about you!” He felt Thomas tense behind him as he presumably recognized the lady standing in front of them. “Quit hiding from me Tommy! I can see you ya know!”

“Howdy Annette,” Thomas said with a resigned sigh.

“You know about me?” Alex was intrigued.

“Oh of course I do sweet heart! Thomas here comes over for sweet tea all the time and he just can’t stop goin on about ya! It’s quite sweet really.”

Alex smiled, “Is that so?” He nudged Thomas with his elbow and all Thomas did was made a flustered half remark about how he didn’t go on and on about Alex thank you very much he is quite sure he’s talked about other things too.

Annette grinned. “So I was out in our shared garden and I heard you two having sex and I just popped over to make sure you guys were well hydrated!” Alex nearly choked, did this old lady really just? “Y’know it’s really important to always drink lots of water before and after sex!” She was unfazed, smiling as if there wasn’t a care in the world and that this was a totally normal conversation normal people had. Alex grinned, he liked this old lady. Thomas on the other hand, seemed to be mortified since he kept trying to hide in Alex’s hair or shoulder.

“That’s really sweet of you!” Alex said, taking the basket from her.

“Oh don’t worry about it dears! It really wasn’t a problem. Y’see, I know from experience water is very important!”

He heard Thomas groan, “Really Annette this is more than kind thank you so much I’m sure you must be going-”

“No please, I want to hear this story!” Alex said, grinning. He felt Thomas pinch him in retribution, but the mortified noises Thomas made as the old lady told her story was more than worth the pain.

“Well, it was a hot summer's day in Virginia, and me and Nathaniel were just going at it! Why, at one point, we had been going at it for so long I got dehydrated and passed out! They had to take me to the hospital and everythin it was so embarrassin. Just wanted to make sure that didn’t happen to you two sweet hearts! Please, you two are welcome to come over and chat if you’d like.”

Deciding to save Thomas from more embarrassment, “Thank you for the offer Annette, but I think we really must be going. We’ll be sure to stop by some time though!”

They made their farewells, and as soon as the door closed Alex burst into laughter, “That’s your neighbor?!? My god I love her!”

“I can’t believe you encouraged her,” Thomas muttered into his hair.

“Come now, it can’t be that bad,” Alex said, turning around to face Thomas.

A steely look crossed over the other's face, “Alex. She knows my mother.”

Alex paused, “Oh shit.”

“Yeah.”

Suddenly, he could hear a buzzing noise from Thomas’ bedroom before a shrill voice called out, “ THOMAS KIPLING JEFFERSON ANSWER YOUR PHONE THIS INSTANT” it repeated itself several times and Thomas tipped his head back and groaned.

Alex raised an eyebrow, “Kipling? What was that?”

“Kipling’s my middle name. And that’s the ringtone for my mom, she insisted I keep it that way so I don’t ignore or miss her calls.” He muttered, before disappearing into the bedroom and returning with the phone against his ear.

“Does this mean I get to call you Kip?” Alex stage whispered, receiving an eyeroll in return. He took it as a maybe.

“Hi ma,” Thomas said, and Alex could tell he was trying to be as chipper as possible. It was not working. “Look I know how you and dad feel about me so please just-” Thomas paused. “Wait you, you what?” Alex watched, intrigued as the conversation continued. “I, wow, ok. What changed your mind?” Cautious hope spread across Thomas’ face, and he could imagine what the conversation was about. Soon a large grin blossomed on his face, “I, thank you ma, I love you too. See you soon. Bye. Ok bye. You can hang up now ma. Alright, love you. Bye.”

“So?” Alex said, bringing Thomas close once again.

The grin was still plastered on Thomas’ face, “She said she’s glad I’ve found someone, and that they want to come up this weekend to meet you.”

“Ooooooooooooooh! I get to meet the parents!” Alex said, grinning happily. “And it sounds like they’re excited to see me?”

“Considering they’re southern conservatives through and through, I think them asking to meet my boyfriend is proof enough they’re excited to meet you.”

They stayed like that for a long while, holding each other close.

“God I love you,” Alex murmured into Thomas’ chest. “What did I ever do to deserve you?”

He felt Thomas squeeze him tighter, “I don’t know what we did, but it feels to me like we’re two puzzle pieces that fit together perfectly.”

“So eloquent” Alex teased, poking Thomas’ sides gently.

“I’ve had my moments. Now stop trying to tickle me, come back to bed. I wanna keep cuddling.”

And Alex let himself be led back to bed, curling into Thomas’ warmth, feeling himself slowly and surely become whole once more.

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