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Concurrence IV

{ Concurrence IV: Lost • Levi x Reader }

CW: ⊹₊ MDNI ⊹₊ Pregnancy ⊹₊ Mentions of Punishment ⊹₊ Thoughts of Asking Levi to End Oneself ⊹₊ Levi Cares ⊹₊

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Note: Please read "Concurrence I, II and III" first since this is all a part of a series in order to avoid confusion for the story, you can check my Masterlist pinned at my profile for the links ♡

: Read the previous chapter here: Concurrence III ♡

:dividers by @cafekitsune

Synopsis:

Levi and (y/n) are both starting to get along until insults, blames and harsh rumors started to slowly weigh on her, which ends up to a confrontation with Levi.

PART IV

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"Do you really think the Captain would love someone like you? Someone who is nothing but a piece of trash that he was forced to take care of?"

Upon all the insults, hurtful statements and negativity you heard from the others, that one stood out to you the most.

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You were currently at the mess hall, the same crowded place filled with chatters and lively voices, but then again it is where you are most likely also be targeted by the people who had no entertainment in life but to talk ill of you.

But you didn't mind, since Levi was beside you.

You and Levi were both eating peacefully at a small table, Levi sat down beside you his arms wrapped around you waist, while his warm hand was resting at the top of your now slightly bulging belly.

You were now currently three months in, and you were starting to show, but thanks to the survey corps coat uniform, the thick fabric was doing its best effort to hide your now forming bump.

"You should eat more." Levi stated while looking at you, still the same gaze but his hand was very light and warm on your belly.

It was like a contrast to his demeanor, the way his gestures were very caring and feather light the past few days which was a contrast to his hard and cold gaze that he has been throwing at you and the others.

While lost in your thoughts, you then felt something cold gently pressed to your lips.

Your attention was then brought back by the touch of the spoon with a decent amount of food on it consisting of rice and fish, you then look at Levi.

He was trying spoon feed you which was honestly very surprising and not like him, you thought.

"Huh?" You asked clearly confused, raising an eyebrow.

The impression that Levi honestly gives is someone who would most likely rudely speak and shake your shoulder if you don't agree to what he says,

or at the very least that was how you and the other people see him, but in reality under the walls he had built up that made him appear cold and detached,

He was honestly very caring and gentle, and it was starting to show as he was slowly letting you in.

You opened your mouth and comply, letting him spoon feed you.

Levi stayed silent the whole time, but despite his cold and stern facade, his gestures say otherwise.

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After eating breakfast at the mess hall, Levi went to an important meeting with Hange about the upcoming expeditions and some backup plans incase Titan shifters or the worst case scenario, Marley makes another move.

As you were walking at the hallway towards the room to were your squadmates were staying and currently cleaning just like the Captain ordered.

You were then approached by Floch and two more scouts following him.

"Oh great, he even brought a few audience." you thought.

Despite Levi warning him to back off from his insults with you, he clearly had a tough skull and thick skin not to easily give into it.

"Looks like you're starting to show a bit, if you stare attentively." Floch said, keeping his usual tone of voice.

"Why are you surprised? are you illiterate about human anatomy?" you responded back calmly, you knew he will insult you again which was not new anymore, so you decided to take the first move.

Honestly at this rate your buttons were much more easy to press as your emotions are more heightened due to your progressing pregnancy.

Floch frowns, clearly you pushed a button.

"Stop talking like you're smart, you're just someone who got knocked up, not to mention a traitor." Floch said with a hint of hostility.

"What else are you going to say?" you asked Floch.

at this rate you honestly started to get used to it, as stupid as it may sound you had no choice but to just let it enter your left ear and for his words to leave your other.

"Do you really think the Captain would love someone like you? Someone who is nothing but a piece of trash that he was forced to take care of?" Floch stated laced with firmness, which was below the belt for you.

You felt the statement tug your heartstrings.

"If you have nothing else better to stay then I better get going." you replied, still trying to keep up the calm demeanor that was slowly crumbling.

You then reached the room where your squadmates were very attentively cleaning, making sure every place was spotless just like how the Captain ordered.

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You decided to sweep the floor as Hange told you before when she last checked up on you not to carry too much heavy items and avoid adding too much strain to your body.

Hange has been looking after you, since she was the one knowledgeable with medicine in the regiment, Levi also trusted her a lot than it looks despite them arguing majority of the time about Hange's experiments about titans.

your mind was then again occupied by the insults you heard from the scouts, especially Floch who you sometimes wished Levi really made as Titan feed like he stated, because of his unfiltered mouth.

Armin noticed your attention was not really at the wooden floor you were sweeping, it was somewhere else.

"Hey, (y/n) are you alright?" Armin asked with a hint of concern.

you just gave him a nod, clearly a giveaway you weren't.

You have been with them for a long time now in the squad, they knew you quite well to know also when you're really alright or just putting up a facade for their sake or your natural act of defense to keep things to yourself securely.

"You know, I read from a book before that everyone should avoid stress, especially for a woman who is carrying a child. Its not really healthy." Armin stated softly.

You then looked at him, Armin saw your gaze and the emotions held in it, mostly it expressed sorrow and pain.

It was clear that the insults you heard and tried to ignore for the past few days were also affecting you too.

"You should atleast open up to Captain Levi about this (y/n)" Armin once again softly stated as he placed a hand on your shoulder.

and once again you gave him another nod, but not really considering his suggestion,

its not that you don't want to tell Levi.

You were just scared, that maybe it would only be a burden. Afterall carrying his child won't erase the past.

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You were on your way towards your shared quarter with the Captain, you then heard a commotion inside Levi's office, although it was wrong your curiousity got the best of you and you decided to eavesdrop while peeping at the door keyhole.

"Captain, I don't see anything we are doing wrong. we are just stating facts afterall." Floch firmly said, while a few more scouts next to him just nervously nodded in return.

Levi was about to punch his face beating the crap out of him when Hange stopped him, firmly grabbing his arms as an act to restrain him.

"Levi calm down, beating him won't do any good." Hange stated, her voice was still soft trying to calm the atmosphere inside the Captain's office.

"Let me go Hange, and let me beat the crap out of him." Levi stated firmly laced with anger, as his gaze pierced the scout with tousled auburn hair, who talked back to him.

"Levi I said keep it together." Hange stated with a more convincing and firm tone.

Levi then breaks free from Hange, he then looks at her.

"You clearly told me he and these morons were insulting (y/n) and that I should look after her because she shouldn't be exposed by stress and negative emotions caused by this group of shitty assholes." Levi stated, his voice clearly laced with annoyance and frustration about everything.

Hange sighs, as she pushed her glasses upwards fixing it. she was also getting a bit annoyed with the situation.

"Captain, I don't know why you're making yourself worked up over her. She is an enemy, she is from Marley, The same people responsible for Commander Erwin's death." Floch stated, clearly he was trying to knock off a few senses from Levi forcing his opinion by bringing up Commander Erwin.

You froze when you heard that.

You knew how much Commander Erwin meant to Levi.

You then thought about it, how Floch said Marley was responsible for his death, How you are connected to those responsible people.

"Does Levi view me the same?"

That was another question that drove your mind into spirals.

Honestly you respected Commander Erwin, he was a good leader, a fighter. you never wanted for any of that to happen.

You were also not aware it would, or else you could've done something to prevent it.

Around the time before that incident happened you already started to pour every ounce of loyalty to the scout regiment, despite being a traitor to your own nation.

"But who would believe me", you thought.

You then decided to walk back to your shared quarters, but this time you weren't able to shake off the heaviness in your heart and your shoulders.

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{ Levi's POV }

For the next three days, you decided to keep to yourself.

Levi noticed but he thought giving you privacy was what you needed,

not until he noticed how you looked dejected, how your smile and the sparkles bringing life to your orbs were slowly diminishing again.

He was worried, not only for your sake but the child you were carrying.

He saw how you were appearing more lethargic, how your usual demeanor that emitted nothing but warmth was slowly being replaced by the coldness of the walls you have somehow built the past three days.

Levi found it frustrating, how he let it get to this.

Levi was currently drinking his tea like usual, but his attention was not at the pages of his paperwork that he was flickering almost only skimming through it and not really paying attention to any of those inked letters, words and statements formed.

He was thinking of how to talk to you, he knew you well enough that you won't open up to him.

you were used to keeping everything to yourself, just like him.

You were currently cleaning your shared quarters which he finds even more annoying since he told you to avoid putting to much strain to your body.

but then again, its not like he could stop you since he knew you will be using the "I don't want to be a burden to you Captain." card.

Just as he was about to approach you, you approached him first telling him that you will wash his now empty teacup.

Levi sighs and nods, as he took this opportunity to think about how he will converse with you later on.

He figured he won't let you go to bed or until this was discussed and over.

As you washed the teacup, he decided to continue staring at his paperwork despite his lack of focus to even entertain any of it.

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The peaceful sound of water can be heard coming from the kitchen as you continued to delicately wash Levi's teacup, despite the calm gush of water echoing though the kitchen you mind was a mess, it was very chaotic, it was as if you were stuck in a dark place. Levi was at the living room doing his paperwork.

As you settled the teacup at the wooden cupboard, you saw both yours and Levi's ODM gear located at a wide wooden shelf decorated with a flower vase and colorful books.

It was honestly like a contrast, how can a gear used to eliminate titans and even human's for the sake of the survival of Humanity itself be kept under a vibrant, colorful shelf?

You then thought about the contradicting treatment Levi has gave you, underneath his stern, cold and sometimes harsh demeanor, His gestures and treatment towards you was honestly delicate, caring, and soft.

Despite your reputation.

Your thoughts then wondered back to the conversation you overheard inside Levi's office.

"Captain, I don't know why you're making yourself worked up over her. She is an enemy, she is from Marley, The same people responsible for Commander Erwin's death."

You then thought about the thought that has been consuming you into a pit of darkness for the past three days,

"Does Levi view me the same?"

You knew that until now, that Commander Erwin meant a lot to Levi, he was a close friend to him and Commander Hange.

Before Erwin died, you knew Levi swore he would take down the beast titan, Zeke.

Who was from Marley,

Just like you.

And as if your lost into your own void of nothingness filled with nothing but despair about your very non-idle situation, you took one blade from your ODM gear.

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{ Levi's POV }

(y/n) suddenly approached the Captain whilst holding a blade from her ODM gear which she found was placed across the room a minute ago.

"Captain... please just punish me now... please just end me now..." (y/n) says, her tone devoid of any emotions, only subtle coldness lacing it as she was passing the ODM blade to Levi

He looked at her, his narrowed eyes slightly widens, like it was about to bulge out of his skull.

He had a stunned expression written all over his face.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" He asked, while looking at her, the way he saw her eyes that almost lost the light of hope.

Levi felt something stir in him, it was something foreign to him but at that moment he felt panic, and a feeling of failure.

Failure that he wasn't able to do anything to prevent his partner who was pregnant with his child escape such feelings.

"I know you hate me... I'll always be a traitor in your eyes... even if I- if I try my best to prove my loyalty to you..." (y/n) said in a shaky and downhearted voice as her gaze locks with Levi's gray orbs.

"How did it get to this? wasn't I showing her enough attention and care?" Levi thought to himself as his gaze softens, conveying emotions he never knew existed in him.

Levi shifts his attention towards the growing bump on your belly, you were currently almost in your fourth mark of pregnancy, and Levi felt a storm of emotions starting to explode inside him as he stared at (y/n) who was still holding the ODM blade, pushing it slightly towards him.

He knew everything was probably to much for you.

The rumors, the insults, the blame.

And he wanted nothing more but to reach you with his warmth, pulling you out of the darkness you have secluded yourself into.

not only for your baby, but for your sake.

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Levi accepts the ODM blade but throws it across the room, it made a loud sound as it made contact with the cold floor, enough to snap you out of your thoughts.

"No (y/n) fucking let go of that blade and those bullshit thoughts, look at me. I am not about to kill the mother of my child, do you understand!?"

Levi said sternly, and nothing can mend or break his words.

He then gently wrapped his arms around your body, his warmth enveloping you as a whole, a hint of light returns to your eyes as you realize and thought about what happened. that you reached the peak of bottling everything on your own.

"I'm here (y/n), stop going to a place where I can't reach you." He stated, his voice was soft and very gentle.

Tears started to fall from your eyes as a hint of light and sparkle returned to your orbs, you returned his embrace, and you feel him tighten his.

It was like he was protecting you, from your own thoughts, from your own fears.

That was when you realized he was there all along.

"Levi..." you called out to him, this time without formalities, just his name.

"Yes, I'm here." Levi reassured and stated once more with a firm yet gentle tone.

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rustedhearts · 8 months

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but i love him to death (steve harrington x fem!reader)

summary: steve harrington is only known for one thing around this part of town: being a low-life piece of shit. but you love him, and there's no coming back from a love as bruised as this.

uses she/her pronouns and female anatomy.

✶ main masterlist ✶ hunger

tags: insanely toxic relationship (these people should not be together!); mention of suicide; oral (m!receiving); talk of stab wounds and other cruelty; steve is deeply deeply troubled; depraved behavior honestly; reckless behavior; actually a whole lot of knives.

“white trash dick, but i love him to death. he’s so good to me, and to nobody else, so you can fuck yourself.”

—inbred, ethel cain

rural midwest. winter, 2007.

Steve Harrington knew what a cell looked like by the time he was twelve. How to handle a switchblade, how to gut a buck, how to step on another boy’s chest and hold a lighter to his cheek until he was squealing and whining like an infant. His first trip to juvie came the day after he turned twelve. The second came at fourteen. “That Harrington kid” could’ve been stamped across his headstone.

The big house came when he was eighteen. A six month sentence spent like a small town prince in iron bars. He reappeared with a cross tattoo on his left knuckle. God’s justice, he’d say. As if God would ever grant such power to a boy the likes of him.

The second stint at twenty-one was nine months and a year probation. The inked serpent slithering the inside of his forearm served as another parting gift. By the time you came to know him at twenty-four, he was a blackened, scarred version of the boy he used to be. You never knew that bare-skinned, freckled, lanky kid his mama talked about.

You only ever knew the man with the buzzed head, and a fistful of justice.

Twenty years old and still clinging to girlhood naivety, you walked into his world thinking it would be a short trip. You thought the date at the diner with an apple pie dessert and a kiss against the truck bed would be just another diary entry. Hearts around his name and a lipstick kiss across lined paper, you wound your diary up, tucked it under your head, and waited for his call the next day.

But by the time you were twenty-two, you had bookshelves full of diaries, all branded with Steve’s name.

September 2005

Steve picked me up in his truck. It’s old and beat up. I imagined it might’ve been a nice green color back in the day, like the color of the pine trees in his backyard near the property line. He held my hand the whole way to the diner. He’s so warm and rough. You can tell he’s not like those other boys I went to high school with, all soft and lotioned and cushioned with office life. He’s a working man. He’s not afraid to get dirty.

I guess I slammed the door when we were getting out. He said: “hey, don’t slam the truck.” I thought he was joking. But he just stared at me. He kinda does that a lot. Under a set of furrowed brows, eyes all serpent like. Matches his tattoo. Something about that look makes my insides skitter around. I know it’s wrong to get a thrill out of being afraid, but I think I do.

I don’t really care that he’s been to jail. I don’t care about the talk that follows him like a fly to shit. I only care about the way he kissed me tonight. Like being devoured whole. The way he holds me makes me feel so small.

God, I think I love him.

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April 2006

All he ever does is yell these days. At me, at his crew, at anybody that looks his way. It’s blown past cranky and stumbled straight into crazy. Mama says she doesn’t know what I see in a “piece of shit” like him. She said if Daddy were around to see that “low life white trash I walk around with” that he’d blow his head off all over again. I think he’s turning in his grave just hearing her say that kind of stuff.

And I do hate the way Steve gets mad like that. How he yells at me for slamming the truck even when I don’t, and how he pulls me a little too hard and fucks a little too mean. But he loves me. And I love him. More than I’ve ever loved anybody. We’re getting a place together this summer. Nobody’s ever asked me to move in with them before. Hell, nobody’s ever asked me to be their girlfriend before Steve.

But Steve wants me. He wants me to be his and all his and nothing more. And that’s all I’ve ever wanted. Those other people just don’t know him like I do. They don’t know how sweet he can be. How on Thursday nights he brings me sunflowers. How on Fridays we rent a movie and order takeout, and he kisses me and kisses me until he’s tired. He’d do anything for me.

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December 2006

If Steve keeps up like this, he’ll go right back to jail. My mama said it, the sheriff said it, even Steve’s fucked up daddy said it, and that man hasn’t had a single brain cell to fry sunny-side up and eat for breakfast since Desert Storm. But anyone can tell Steve is heading down a dark road again.

He loses wads of cash, only to show up with a heap more a few days later. Things are going missing. He comes home late. Sometimes I swear his hands smell like the burn of gunfire. I try not to get too curious because I know he hates when I pry, but I can’t help it.

I just hope whatever he’s doing, he doesn’t get in over his head.

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August 2007

Steve and I had a terrible fight. I think that’s all we do these days. Fight and break things and scream at each other until I feel like I can’t even breathe. Sometimes I swear he’s gonna pop a vein. Sometimes I wish he would, just to watch him bleed all over the fucking house. Sometimes I hate him so much I think about killing him with my bare hands, and sometimes he says he hates me so much he wants to do the same.

But then he comes back from wherever he runs off to, softer and quieter and soaked in Menthol smoke. And he kisses me. So sweetly, like how he did outside the diner on our first date when his lips tasted like brown sugar apple and pie crust. And he traces my body with his mouth and those rough, hot-plate hands, and I feel like nothing bad has ever happened to us. Like we didn’t just smash the kitchen up, and he didn’t just break my favorite vase. Like he didn’t tell he me he fucking hated me and wished I was dead, and I didn’t just tell him he was a no good son of a bitch.

I know this can’t be good. But I love him.

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When winter came, the cops were knocking almost every weekend. Huffing and rolling their eyes about another noise complaint, a call for a welfare check, or more “domestic disturbance” calls. Steve would shove the door open and roll his eyes, motioning toward the familiar-faced officers leaning in the doorway scoping out the mess.

“It’s for you again, sweetheart. Wasting everyone’s time.”

And you sent them off with a promise of wellness, assuring the officers that knew all too well the kind of man “that Harrington kid” was, that you were perfectly happy.

“I didn’t call them, Steve,” you muttered, following the stomp of Steve’s work boots toward the bedroom.

He flopped down on the end of the bed, reaching for the muddied laces. “Yeah, whatever.”

The room was freezing. You only used the heat when absolutely necessary—nose about to fall off necessary. But right now, you could manage through the frigidity with one of Steve’s old flannel coats and a sweater, feet bundled in thick wool socks. You gazed down at them as you leaned in the doorway, arms crossed tight to capture heat. Steve’s huffed breaths shuddered white phantoms against the old bed quilt, colors faded and torn from time. It belonged to your grandmother.

The house you shared with Steve, tiny and rundown and something your mother pursed her lips at when she came around, sat on the edge of town. The highway was a shout away. Sometimes you hated the sound of cars whooshing and semis blaring. But when the house grew lonely on long, cold nights without Steve—the noise was all you had.

“C’mon,” you whispered, fiddling with the frayed cuff on your wrist. “Let’s just go for a drive. Clear our heads. Like we used to, you know?”

Steve set his boot on the floor, shoulders hunched over his lap. He steadied one hand on his thigh, inhaling sharply. You peeked up to watch him stare off at the wood paneled wall, fixing on the cross above your shared bed. You glanced at the matching one scrawled on his fist in black ink. Shuffling a little closer, you watched his throat bob with a steadying swallow. Your finger reached out to touch it, running down the blue vein throbbing through the side of his neck. His skin was so warm. You brushed your other hand over his head, a little sweaty from its confines in a black beanie all day. But you loved the feel of the short, wiry hair fibers against your nails. The buzzing sound it made when you scratched.

“C’mon, Steve.” You kissed his temple, his cheek, the corner of his mouth.

You slid to your knees when you got to his throat, nose slipping through the grooves, feeling every breath he swallowed. Inhaling a highway cigarette, a whip of cold air and how it sharpened his skin, a spritz of cologne, a hint of gasoline. Hands gliding over the stiff canvas on his thighs, into the tough interior of his starched camo jacket. The outline of his pocketknife nudged your knuckles as they traveled to his ribs. You knew there was another tucked somewhere in his boot, one more in the pocket on his left calf.

The thought of his body's sharp silver blades had you trembling with hunger.

Steve eased back onto the mattress, eyes sinking closed. The utility pant zipper needed a little tug to come loose. His belt, sturdy leather recently purchased to replace one worn and cracked from wear, became a frustrating task to undo. But he didn't help you. He barely moved, stoically stagnant on the center of the quilt with shallow breaths.

Dipping your hand into the opening made by the release of his belt and zipper, your fingers closed around the length of his cock. He shuddered, a low groan echoed from his mouth with another puff of white cloud across stained ceiling tiles. His brows pinched together when you closed your lips over the pulsing head, welcoming in the warmth of his blood rushing all to one spot. The hot, wet cavern of your mouth had his hips shifting, shimmying against the bed until the springs yipped where iron rusted. They dug into your chest when you pressed into the bed, bookended by his thick, sturdy thighs against your shoulders—caging you in.

But you loved to be trapped. By his body, by his hands, by his kiss. Captured against him, knowing no other warmth but his, throbbing in your mouth.

Steve grunted and groaned like a boorish beast, fists curling and slamming into the bed as he swelled in your mouth and pushed your lips apart. And your hands roamed his thighs, nails scratching up the muddied canvas, clawing for more of him under the thin cotton of his t-shirt. The skin there was warm, too, and you sought every inch of it with greed in those wandering palms. You took special care of caressing the scar sliced across his right rib—a gash once nasty and bloody healed into something jagged and crude.

A parting gift from prison, a cellmate's final well wish.

With a sharp gasp, Steve spilled into your mouth. Hotness burst like a bad pipe, leaking down your throat and slipping past your lips onto his lap. When you had it all down, sliding its way to your stomach, you scooped your tongue over the wet spot on his crotch until it was gone.

And Steve lied there, heaving for air and squeezing his eyes closed, waiting for your final apology.

You tucked him back into his pants, zipper and belt secured, and climbed over his body on the bed. One kiss, two, three, pressed firmly over his eyes, his cheeks, his jaw. Every inch of him coated in your mouth and the aftertaste of his seed, teeth carefully scraped across his throat.

He pulled his eyes open when you were done, hazel boring into the heat of your face. His fingers smelled like the cold when they swept over your cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. You could feel every piece of skin breaking away from his hand, unmoisturized and overworked.

"I love you," he mused. He said it with the sugar coating of a piece of candy.

This was the sweetest he ever was.

"I love you, too."

"Let's go for that drive."

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He rolled the windows half down in the truck. You slipped a cigarette from the pack squished between the seats and lit the end off his, sucking in the taste of his tongue with one drag. You never knew what the true taste of Steve was like—only Menthols and whatever else lingered on him. Never him alone, never just Steve.

He rubbed warmth into your denim thigh with his wide palm, mindlessly caressing and squeezing through whitened roads. It hadn't stopped snowing for days. The roads, though recently plowed, were gritty with blue salt and rough to roll over. The truck's monstrous tires rumbled through town with the same difficulty as the little Honda chugging behind. Whatever song he had groaning on the radio sounded like gravel in a blender.

Glancing between your wind-blown cheeks and the blinding white world in the windshield, Steve silently tapped his ashes toward the snow and pulled drags with stiff lips. He licked them before tugging you by the collar of his coat, still buttoned around your body, until you toppled into his seat.

"Gimme a kiss."

You planted a sweet one on his mouth, inching away when you were done. But he kept you close, fist squeezed around the coat, chasing after your mouth with sharp teeth and tough lips. You giggled, careful of where you held your cigarette as you gave into his demands. He was driving blind now.

A few more pecks and licks and you tried again, nudging back toward your own seat near the frigid window. His hold was iron.

"Mm—Steve—"

The sound of a horn blaring had you rearing back, his grip loosened with surprise. Steve quickly veered back into the right lane, acutely missing the clip of another truck's bumper as it sped toward you in the oncoming traffic.

"Jesus, Steve!" you gasped, a cold sweat settling in your bones as the truck jostled on the snowy asphalt.

But Steve just laughed, carelessly reaching for his cigarette as it sizzled on the rubber mat near the brake pedal. You swiped your hand over your face, rubbing at the itch in your skin from the blood rush of near-death adrenaline.

"What the fuck?"

"What?" he muttered, mouthing at the butt for what was left of the cigarette.

Huffing, you squished yourself against the window and gazed out of it at the empty cornfield to your right. All it appeared as in the death season was barren land. Tufts of blanched grass poked through mounds of ice. A tire turned over on the side of the road where shattered glass exploded. The splintered wood fence of someone's farm abandoned by time. The water tower a few miles out, an unbelievable figure in the grey sky, stamped with the town name and bruised with decades of rust.

The cold that settled in your body numbed.

"What?" he pressed, tone tighter now. "You gonna fuckin' cry now? Jesus."

You swiped at your cheeks with your sleeve, ignoring the sting of broken skin where the weather broke it open. "Whatever, Steve."

His tongue clicked against the back of his teeth, withered cigarette chucked out the window. You shoved your fingers under your thighs to keep them breathing.

"I gotta make a stop."

You pressed your head to the window, ignoring the rattle of glass with every rotation of the tires and the icy chill it gave you. "Fine."

The stop was the gas station up the road from town. The first inkling of civilization in a stretch of void land, owned by a no good daddy that passed it down to a no good son. It was something of a tradition in this part of the country, you supposed. To keep businesses rotted with the cavities of crime in the family. To pass the sins of the father down to the son.

Steve whipped the truck into the lot and parked behind the ice chest, giving perfect view of the neon window and the liquor aisle.

"Can you roll the windows up while you go?" you murmured meekly, watching him reach for the ignition.

He rolled his eyes, but cranked his side up without word. He leaned over your lap to do yours, breath coated in Menthols and rage. He didn't kiss you before he pulled away, and you tried not to let the sting settle for too long.

"Stay here," he barked, the truck rocking momentarily when he stepped down.

He slammed the door, effectively trapping what semblance of heat you could manage with your own breath inside and giving you some sort of relief. Short-lived relief, of course.

Steve's hand disappeared into his camo jacket as he yanked the door open, only to come away with a blade. You straightened in the passenger seat, every nerve ending and vein boiling in anticipation for the first scream. They came, however, in muffled shouts. Shattering, smashing, the familiar sharp crack of bone on bone. You hunched your shoulders close to your ears and shut your eyes, holding your breath in your throat.

The world always stopped when Steve got in a knife fight.

It came rushing back in bleached colors and white sounds when the truck teetered violently. Steve flopped into the driver's seat, slamming the truck door with a cool ease. Peeking your eyes open, you gauged the extremity of the assault by the state of his knuckles. Swollen indigo where flesh split apart and cried red across the steering wheel. Shaking a little as they swept his hat off his head, revealing pink ears and a flushed neck. Steve wiped at his face and cleaned away the sweat.

You watched him sigh and shove the keys into the ignition, shuffling in his seat to get comfortable for the ride back. In a matter of minutes, sirens would start wailing. And Steve's wallet would sit a little thicker on the nightstand nonetheless, waiting for his return.

"Let's go home," he said, passing you a tight grin.

He kept the windows rolled up, and let them fog with the whir of heat from uncleaned vents.

These little affections, you took as I love you's.

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Hi Zen! This might be another difficult question for you to answer, but I'd like to ask: Which official artwork of Nagito do you like the most?

Even in the official art, he looks different sometimes, doesn't he? I am still confused as to what color his eyes are. (In a lot of fanfic they are described as gray, but in some art they are clearly blue).

I would like to know which of the official artwork, whether in games, anime or manga, is your favorite.

Whoa!! that Is a difficult question! I'll try to answer it though haha!

I have a lot of them I like but choosing one is pretty difficult... so I'll just start this answer off with a discussion on the inconsistencies statement! I believe Nagito's eyes are definitely gray, at some points it maybe hard to tell but they're definitely gray! There are a few anime moments where his eyes feel green, some promotional material straight up changes it to green, and a small amount spin off art may change it to something that can be interpreted as blue, but for the most part they are absolutely gray.

I think the only actual very small change he undergoes is his color tips? His hair always has a gradient but the colors used for it are a little inconsistent sometimes. In Danganronpa 3 they're red and occasionally purple so it's a little weird haha! Sometimes he's not drawn with his gradient at all, a slight gradient with the same color, a red gradient, or a purple gradient so it's pretty confusing. His gradient also changes with how prominent it is depending on the art if there even is one. He's drawn most often with red subtle tips though so I think that was the intention. You could probably chalk it up to lighting if you wanted Lol.

While I do love a lot of his sprites I think some of them are pretty restrictive and lack all of the emotions we know he's able to show because he does in other appearances. This is why I really like when the Mangas allow him to be very expressive beyond what his sprites can convey! I think his sprites can really excel with some expressions but falls flat with others.

Rambles about his sprites in Dr2 and his slight inconsistencies aside, a lot of his art is great! (I'm very biased) but I do have some strong opinions, positively and negatively, on quite a few of them. The main thing is that I don't know if I actually have a favorite??? It's a really difficult question.

But I do want to highlight these three dr2 cgs I really like! He isn't fully 100% consistent here but I really like them. I know a lot of people think Nagito's showing Junko's arm art looks bad but I honestly like it. Nagito about to play Russian Roulette is such an awesome moment too! The one where he has the fire behind him is not only really cool, but also a really good in game shot of most of his body from a different angle!

I truly, again, love his manga art! His specific spin off's manga has a lot of really amazing, interesting, and fun visuals! Even if I'm not really fond of the anatomy the artist uses it's still really good stuff. The Danganronpa 2 spin off mangas have really good anatomy and expressions he looks sooo good there I'm in love with it.

While I'm at it I also want to highlight his reference sheet, it's clearly consistent because that's the job of a reference and I think his expression is pretty cute here. I don't really see people talk about it so I just wanted to also bring it up Lol.

For the most part I've really struggled to directly answer your question because he has a lot of different interpretations, art, and appearances that all mix together into one mental image or understanding of what he looks like for me. I really love most all of his art so it's hard to say. Nagito has a lot of different tones in his art as well, from his crazed ramblings to happy expressions, he has so many tonally different art pieces because he excels at being sweet and intimidating. This makes it even more difficult!

In conclusion, I don't believe I can come up with an absolute answer for you unfortunately. Regardless though, I definitely learned from this that I have strong opinions on all of his art. I hope you enjoyed my appreciation for some of his art and small talk about mild inconsistencies of his haha!!

Apologies this took so long and Thank you for your ask <3

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partypoisonzz · 2 years

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drowning innocent wolves (gerard way x reader smut)

Kinktober 2022 Day 2: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics

Era: Bullets (2003)

Reader Pronouns: None mentioned but Reader has AFAB anatomy

Content:

- A/B/O

- Knotting

- Biting

Word Count: 3,729

Disclaimer: This explicit story was written by an adult, for adults. If you are under the age of 18, please do not interact.

As soon as you leave work, you drive to Gerard's house. Normally, you would stop by your place first, — change into some better clothes, maybe freshen up your hair and makeup a bit, grab some snacks for the two of you to share. Today, however, it seems like timeliness is a priority, and you don't particularly think that Gerard is going to care much about makeup or food.

He started texting you long before your shift ended. After several minutes of your phone going off in your pocket, you informed your boss that you were going out for a smoke break. Once you stepped into the cool autumn air, you pulled your phone out of your pocket and read your boyfriend's messages. Your heartrate picked up speed as your eyes scanned over the texts and you put together the pieces.

G: You get off at 3 today right???

G: Can you please come over after work?

G: Sorry... I'm just really needy :( It's driving me crazy

Though you hadn't honestly come outside to smoke a cigarette, you were beginning to think you might need one. Of course, Gerard did get in needy moods sometimes, but not text three times, hours before you leave work needy.

You took the time to think about it. You had been dating for just under a year. In the time you had been together, he hadn't gone into rut. It was a totally logical conclusion, but the thought still made your head spin.

Knowing that you wouldn't be able to focus on work for the rest of the day without an answer, you decided to bite the bullet and call him.

He picked up on the first ring. As soon as you heard his voice, you figured you had your answer. "Hello?" Benign as the greeting was, you could hear something that sounded like a whine cutting through the word.

Fuck.

"Hey, sweet thing," you said. "I saw your texts. You alright?" You didn't exactly want to openly ask him if he had gone into rut in the parking lot of your workplace, but you imagined that he got the general idea.

"I'm, um..." Another whimper. You leaned back against the building, taking in a deep breath. Getting wet just from the sound of his voice wasn't exactly part of your plan, either.

"I'm in... a bit of a situation," he managed. "My, uh... My rut started yesterday. I think I need... I need you to come over after work. Please. I need you so bad..."

"I'll be there as soon as my shift ends." You found yourself sitting on the curb at this point. When the fuck did you even sit down? You squeezed your legs lightly together in a futile attempt to take a bit of the edge off. "I'll take good care of you when I get there. Just wait on me."

"Yeah. Okay." The trembling accompanying those words made you wonder what sort of state he would be in by the time you finally showed up.

Knowing you would be expected back inside in a few minutes and you couldn't exactly walk in blushing bright red, you opted to cut the call short. "Alright. See you then," you said. "Love you."

"Love you, too."

With a shaking hand, you pressed the end call button. You tucked your phone back into your pocket, standing up on unsteady legs.

Throughout your shift, you considered what might await you this afternoon with a lump in your throat. You had wondered about how this whole rut thing would work since the two of you first started dating. You didn't exactly have anyone you could ask for various reasons.

For one thing, you were a beta. You were essentially average in all ways, — human. Sure, maybe you got a little extra horny around certain times of the month, but that was standard hormonal stuff. You definitely weren't bedridden for days at the time in a self-built nest, — which, if you had to guess, was exactly the position Gerard was currently in.

For another thing, Gerard was not a standard alpha. Sure, he told you all about the rut and the knot and such, but aside from that, he didn't quite fit the profile. He was so... submissive, for lack of a better term. Most every time the two of you had sex, you were the one in control. He would do anything you asked him to, but there was a hint of something else, buried underneath the surface. When his eyes locked with yours, there was a sort of spark that you hadn't seen with your previous partners. Something that burned like a flame in the night.

There was an unspoken mutual feeling of belonging between the two of you already. You could only imagine what it would be like after today.

When three o'clock rolled around, you rushed to collect your things and clock out.

You drive to the house in silence. When you get there, you take the time to halfway collect yourself, — fingercombing your hair, spreading some gloss over your lips, — before stepping out of the car and heading for the door, already readying your key.

Nobody else is home, thankfully. In fact, the entire upper level of the house appears to be empty.

That only leaves the basement.

Your footsteps echo as you walk down the stairs. "Gerard?" you call out. "I made it! Where are..."

"Oh, thank God." As soon as you step off of the final stair, Gerard is in front of you, pulling you into his chest. You let out a surprised shriek at the way he squeezes your waist.

You feel him pressing against your thigh, and you know.

"Well, hello to you, too." You manage to untangle yourself from him for a moment, taking in the sight of him in the dim light of the basement. Though you know it's far from the most pressing matter here, you have to ask... "Is that my sweatshirt?"

Gerard gives you a sheepish look. "Well, it was mine originally," he argues. "I wore it, like, twice before you took it. It smelled like you, and you left it in my car, so..."

You roll your eyes, giving him a playful grin. "Doesn't matter much, anyway." You lean in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "You look so cute in it, I figured I'd ask..."

You don't expect the gentle kiss to turn into an intense collision of tongue and teeth. You gasp as Gerard's teeth sink into your bottom lip, just enough to scrape, before he pulls away.

"Please," he says, voice dripping with desperation. "I need you so fucking bad. I've gotten myself off five times since this morning. Nothing helps. I'm fucking miserable."

"Okay, okay." You regard him with a look of sympathy, though you would be lying if you said that his desperate state doesn't turn you on.

Though you know that it won't make it any better, you can't help but dip your head into the hollow between his neck and shoulder, pressing an open-mouthed kiss against the feverish skin there. He makes a high-pitched noise, gripping your waist hard enough to leave bruises.

You pull back with a smug grin. You press a gentle kiss against his cheek before leaning in to whisper in his ear. "Why don't you go lay on the bed for me?" you ask. "Let me see what I can do for you."

He gives you a jerky nod before obliging you.

You push the blankets to the side, taking a seat next to him on the bed. As soon as your hand gently comes to rest on his chest, he gasps, squirming under your touch.

You're unable to bite back your grin. "That sensitive, huh?"

"Shut up," he groans. "It feels like... Like my fucking blood is on fire..."

"Poor baby." Your hand travels down until you reach the waistband of his sweatpants. You yank them down quickly before running your hand across the visible outline of his cock in his boxers. He whimpers at your touch, rolling his hips into your palm. You pull away, frowning.

"All pent up," you say. "And you can't get any relief, no matter what. Must be awful..."

"Yeah, and you're making it worse," he snaps. "I thought you were coming over to help me."

You raise your eyebrows at him. He never lashes out at you like this. He's usually so gentle and sweet, so soft-spoken. Try as you might, you don't generally get under his skin this easily.

Then again, you're beginning to think that this version of Gerard is a completely different version than you usually have around.

You decide to test your limits a little more. Just to see.

"Temper," you chide him. "What happened to your patience?"

He laughs humorlessly. "What happened to my patience?" he echoes. "Let's see. I came down with a random fever the other day that just kept getting worse. Next thing I know, I'm hornier than I've ever been. It's never been this bad before. It's been happening forever, but I..." He trails off. Suddenly, all the color drains from his face.

"Holy shit," he murmurs.

Noting the shocked look on his face, you place one of your hands atop of his. "Gerard? What is it?"

"I think... Jesus Christ..." He sighs, reaching a shaky hand up to rake through his disheveled dark hair before meeting your eyes.

"I think it's because this is the first time it's happened since we've been together," he says.

You blink at him. You know there has to be some sort of connection to this information, but, for whatever reason, it doesn't compute. "What does that have to do with anything?"

Though you expect him to get agitated again, Gerard remains calm. He reaches out and threads his fingers through yours. "Because you and I could be a mated pair," he says. "That's why it's so intense. Basically, my body's telling me to..."

You smile at him, squeezing his hand. "Claim me?"

He freezes, just staring at you for a moment. Finally, he shrugs. "Yeah. I guess." His pallor disappears, only to be replaced by a bright shade of scarlet. "I mean, that sounds so... Possessive and creepy. You know I'm not like that. Only if you're alright with..."

You laugh. "Gee, baby. It's okay." Your thumb brushes lightly over his as you continue to speak to him. "The thought of it doesn't freak me out or anything. In fact, I think it sounds... Kinda romantic, in a weird way."

He sighs, turning several shades redder. "It isn't. Like, at all," he says. "Since I'm in rut, I'll definitely end up knotting you this time. And, if we actually do this whole... mating thing, I'll have to bite you."

He looks at you as if he expects you to be horrified. You just laugh. "Kinky."

He shakes his head. "You don't understand. If I bite you, that means you're marked, which means you're tied to me for pretty much forever. It's like a fucking... Biological marriage."

You chuckle. "Well, that does sound sort of creepy, but only because you put it that way." You squeeze his hand again. "In all honesty, Gee, I think I understand all of it. And it doesn't scare me at all."

He looks at you with wide, dubious eyes. "Seriously?"

You shrug. "I mean, yeah. I love you. I was kinda hoping we'd be a 'forever' thing, anyway. If you want to knot me, bite me, whatever, I say go for it."

"You're sure?"

"I don't think I've ever been so sure of anything."

The next thing you know, his lips are on yours again, hands cupping your face. He pulls away, resting his forehead against yours. "Thank you," he murmurs. "God, I love you so much."

You giggle, stroking the side of his face gently. "Same to you, babe." You give him another quick peck before wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. "Now, make me yours."

You don't expect these words to have much of an effect on him. Yet, he fucking growls in your ear before reaching for the zipper on your jeans.

Before you can really make sense of it, your clothes have been tossed aside. Gerard is still wearing your sweatshirt, but he really doesn't seem to give a damn. He's too focused on attacking your neck, sucking and nipping playfully but never sinking his teeth in. You figure that will come later.

Slowly, his mouth travels down your body until he's kneeling at the foot of the bed. Realizing what he's doing, you prop yourself up on your elbows and look down at him. "You don't have to," you say. "I mean... I know it would be easier for you if you went ahead and..."

"I'm not fucking selfish," Gerard grumbles, pinning your hips against the bed. He gives your inner thigh a teasing nip. The gasp this elicits from you causes him to flash you a self-satisfied grin. "Are you really about to turn down getting eaten out, sugar? God knows, it would be the first time..."

Holy shit. He really wants to do this. "No," you say quickly. "No. By all means, go ahead."

So he does. You throw your head back as soon as his tongue flattens against your pussy, licking a long stripe all the way up to your clit. "Fuck, Gerard."

He simply hums against you before focusing his undivided attention on using his tongue to its fullest potential. He's always been good at eating you out, but this... This is on a different level entirely.

He is quick, fevered. All you can do is tangle your fingers in his hair and pull, desperately crying out his name every now and again.

You don't think that anyone has ever made you feel so good, so fast. He falls into a quick, effortless rhythm. Before long, a sudden rush of heat washes over you.

"Gee," you whimper. "I'm gonna..."

As soon as he casts those hazel eyes up to look at you, it's over.

You come with a shrill cry. He holds you down despite your trembling, pushing your body into the mattress until you finally relax.

Panting, you throw an arm over your eyes and go limp. "That was fucking amazing, holy shit..."

Gerard gives a little chuckle of satisfaction, nuzzling your thigh.

Once your breathing calms down, you uncover your eyes. "C'mere," you tell him.

He climbs back onto the bed without argument. As soon as he's within arm's distance, you pull him in for another kiss. This one is even more blistering in its heat. The taste of you lingers on his tongue, intoxicating.

Just when you're beginning to wonder if either of you will ever come up for air, he pulls away, panting. "Can... Can I?" he asks.

You smile, wrapping your legs around his waist. "Do it."

He presses his lips against yours again and pushes inside of you. You immediately gasp at the stretch. He's always been big, but this feels different somehow.

"Oh, fuck, yes."

You look up, only to see Gerard's face formed into what you can only describe as an expression of pure ecstasy. His eyes are closed, his mouth hanging open. His hands grip the edges of the headboard behind you.

Though you can only imagine how good it feels to finally be this close to relief after an entire torturous day of desperation, he still opens his eyes again. He looks down at you with a look of genuine concern. "You alright, sugar?" he asks, voice strained.

"I'm good," you assure him. "You... You can move."

If you were overwhelmed by the feeling of him before, your head spins even more when he begins rolling his hips into you, setting a slow, tentative rhythm.

Your eyes fall shut as your arms tighten around him. You don't know how to describe the feeling that is currently washing over you, — don't know if the words for it even exist. You just know that it's different than how it usually feels when he fucks you.

Maybe it's the way that he moves against you with a natural, single-minded focus, as if this was what he was made to do. Hell, maybe it was. You've seen more alpha in him in the past half hour than you have... Well, ever.

He's making you his. Everyone will be able to see it. Hell, they'll be able to smell it on you. The mere thought of that sends another rush of heat coursing through your body. You're beginning to understand what Gerard meant earlier when he said he felt like his blood was on fire.

In the moment, everything feels so... right. You know that this isn't the way that this normally goes, — that you aren't one of the omegas that he's supposed to be drawn to, that you don't go into heat, that your scent isn't the strong, pheromone-laden smell that's genetically designed to drive alphas wild, — but none of that matters.

What matters is that he wants you, now and forever.

Without a shadow of a doubt, you return the sentiment.

There's the obvious physical element of it, too. It almost feels like he's growing inside of you. He hits all the right places with every single thrust, forcing breathy whimpers up from your throat. You want to dig your nails into his back, hold him in place, make him yours, too, but that dumb sweatshirt is getting in the way. You grip handfuls of fabric instead.

His name breaks up from your throat in a series of desperate cries, as if it's all you know how to say. Fitting, considering that you feel as though he is flooding every aspect of your existence. "Gerard..."

He makes that low growling sound again, sending your head spinning. The dizziness intensifies as he speeds up. Nearly every sharp thrust is punctuated by a low groan as his pace builds towards a crescendo and you draw closer to your climax.

"Gerard." You wrap your arms around him tighter, burying your face in the feverish skin of his neck. He manages to drive into you with even more ferocity.

That's when you feel it, unmistakable. The knot, swelling as he gets closer to his release.

You feel so full, every bit of him overwhelming your senses. It's all so much, — almost too much. You can't hold back any longer.

"Gerard... Fuck, I'm gonna fucking come..."

He doesn't say a word as he slams into you with a force you didn't know he could even possess, sending you over the edge.

You can't help it. You fucking scream as you unravel beneath him.

He lets out a loud groan, stilling inside of you. He's deeper in you now than you think he's ever been. The knot pushes against your spasming walls, filling you with the most divine pressure.

The sound that Gerard makes as he releases inside of you can only be described as something akin to a roar. His head falls against your shoulder, and then...

Pain. Searing pain to match the molten pleasure that is currently melting your insides. His teeth are buried in your neck as he fills you up with pump after pump of come.

You close your eyes, letting your scream die down into a pathetic whine. Not long afterwards, Gerard collapses on top of you, utterly spent.

You know that this is the point where it would all usually come to an end. Yet, it doesn't.

Gerard is still buried deep inside of you. The two of you are effectively locked together by the knot.

Under any other circumstances, you might find this scary, — or at least really fucking weird. Right now, though, you don't particularly mind.

You sigh as you feel his tongue running across your neck, lapping up blood from your bite wound.

He pulls away and stares down at you.

There's a faint smear of red beneath his mouth. His eyes look different, pupils blown wide. He's still breathing heavily.

Truth be told, he looks sort of terrifying right now, a far cry from the shy singer who you met at a basement show last year.

Nonetheless, when he reaches up to tuck a lock of hair behind your ear, you lean into his touch.

"You're good, right?" he asks, voice dripping with concern. "I didn't hurt you, did I? Christ, sugar, I didn't mean to be so rough..."

"Gerard. Stop," you manage to speak. "It was good."

He blinks. "Good?"

You chuckle. "Well, fucking amazing is more like it." You kiss him lazily before pulling away with a contented sigh. "I can't believe you kept that stupid fucking sweatshirt on the whole time. Kinda rude, considering you marked me for life and you couldn't even be bothered to get completely naked..."

"Wasn't really my top priority," he says. "As long as I took all of your clothes off, I was all good."

You laugh. "If you say so," you say. "I just think your new mate deserves a little more respect..."

"Yeah, yeah."

The silence settles comfortably between the two of you, the room filling with the sound of your slowly-steadying breathing. Gerard traces gentle patterns against the skin of your shoulder, just like always. You could almost forget the monumental moment that just occurred if it wasn't for the stinging wound on your neck and the fact that you're literally stuck together.

You break the silence. "Kinda late for me to ask this, but exactly how long do knots usually last?"

Gerard gives a noncommittal hum, still tracing hearts against your skin. "Usually about thirty minutes."

You groan. "Jesus Christ. You better be hoping that nobody comes home."

"Trust me, sugar. I am." He pulls his hand away before pressing his lips to your shoulder.

"I love you."

He's said it a million times before. You're sure that this time is the most sincere one yet.

"Love you, too," you reply easily.

You can feel him smiling against your skin as his arms loop around your waist. "You're stuck with me."

You laugh. "Yeah. For the next twenty-five minutes and the rest of my life."

As much as you plan on giving him hell for it, you wouldn't have it any other way.

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northwest-cryptid · 7 months

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Since people seem to have a want for OC and Sona stuff, I shall drop it below the cut for anyone who wants that stuff.

I think the big thing I gotta start off with is saying that for me, Sona and OC are two different things; every Sona is of course an OC, but not every OC is a Sona.

So for the sake of explanation I personally define it as such (and if you define it differently, that's perfectly fine I'm just saying this is how I personally define it for the sake of explanation). An OC is simply an Original Character/Creation, it's a work that comes from myself and not an outside influence such as a video game, tv show, or other media. While a Sona is a "Personification" or a "Persona" of a thing, typically representative of myself, but sometimes it could be of an aesthetic, a concept, or a genre. An example of this would be that I used to have various Sonas for the different styles of music I made (which was a trend back in the day god I feel old saying that).

Okay now to actually get into the stuff people actually came here for. Kicking things off with Sonas I use to represent myself in various media we have first on the list:

Velvet/VelvetSoul

Velvet has been and continues to be one of my main Sonas and a representation of myself that I use for things like VRC, while the outfits are generally in need of a lot of work (they're pretty basic with a very simple pixelation effect thrown on to give off that dreamcast vibe) the more defining features of their hair/eyes and such are based heavily on my OCs from various media and D&D games. Note that yes these are both intended to be the same character, I'm genderfluid as hell and appreciate being able to outwardly present as a more masculine or feminine design at times. The beanie that masculine Velvet wears is a sort of callback to a beanie I wear a lot IRL because it gives me a place to display my collection of pins, I will eventually update it accordingly however for the time being it works just fine.

For the spooky season I gave Velvet a silly ghost appearance where I decided to take some inspiration from the Jet Set Radio aesthetic of big ol' feet and slightly larger hands, I've always enjoyed the concept of playing around with anatomy in a stylized fashion, I however once again didn't go too hard on the outfit since I'm honestly still working on these characters and have a ways to go before I'm going to be happy with them. I however dropped the pixel look here that we see on the original Velvet design:

While some may argue that this isn't recognizably the same character, I would argue that variety is the spice of life and I am fucking SPICY.

I did do a little work on facial expressions to make sure they didn't horribly disfigure the face which was fun

Another Sona often used to represent myself, and one that I hold dear to me is Akito/Aki, probably the one I'm best known for:

I really did my best to throw more Native inspiration at this lad, and honestly I still have a long ways to go on them. They as well have a feminine design that looks wildly different I don't know why I'm like this but I enjoy it:

and as per usual I'm not 100% happy with how they came out so I'm gonna keep working on them because I love my dumb blorbos but I can never stop "improving" the designs lol.

I think my main issue with the current design for Akito is that the artist who drew the VERY FIRST ever commissioned piece of art for Akito did such a good job and no one has been able to capture the same vibe this sketch has this dude did it for like $5 and I gave him such a big tip because I was so annoyed that he was underselling his work because HOLY SHIT LOOK AT THIS and you want to know the worst part? I got blocked out of my twitter account recently and as I'm unable to access my twitter account I literally do not know what the artist changed his handle to though I remember him changing it before I got locked out, so I literally have no idea what the hell he's going by and I really want to give him a proper shoutout so I'm absolutely going to figure it out because he deserves credit for this piece to the point I'm salty he didn't like, sign it or anything.

This is art that never gets seen and it kills me because for those who don't know, the original design concept for Akito was a sort of mix of 3 things, Kallian (Xenoblade), Sandalphon (Granblue Fantasy), and general Space/Owl motifs given that the general concept design philosophy behind Akito was the idea that, Hihankaga The Owl Maker, a Lakota deity who judged Nagi on their way to the afterlife; was essentially retiring and had placed Akito in her place as the new Owl Maker. My main idea behind that was that people would come to the Owl Maker and tell her their life story the same way I was doing challenge runs in games that would typically follow a character (such as Chester from my Kenshi playthrough) and thematically it would be a sort of "retelling of their life" I was originally, and might still do this mind you; going to have a website dedicated to a sort of "Hall of Fame" where I would write a short bio for each character who's major arc has been completed on the streams and determine if they had lived a life fit for being worthy of an afterlife or whether I'd deemed them unworthy and cast them into the abyss. So basically Akito was meant to be this sort of cosmic owl spirit with wings and stars and the whole nine yards, but still be a more comfortable/easy going sort of individual. The key concept behind Akito as The Owl Maker was simply that Akito never wanted to cast spirits into the abyss so they specifically did everything they could to help people live a fulfilling life just so they could rightfully deem them worthy of their afterlife. Hence why I love the idea of them just wearing really casual clothes and like, a comfy scarf, also I like scarves. The red on the scarf is not just a gentle nod to the color of the four directions but also to the fact Native people are often referred to as "red skins" and generally when it comes to Native imagery such as the symbol for MMIW it's done in red. As a quick aside, if you don't know MMIW is for "Missing and Murdered Indigenous Women" and if you ever seen Akito wearing a red hand-print over their mouth, it's because of this:

(I believe the design on the right was created by Despertar1111 but don't quote me on that seeing as the only place I could find a credit for the image was fucking redbubble but I digress)

The thing no one talks about when it comes to doing Vtuber stuff is the fact that if you're poorer and you save up like $400+ for a model and rigging you'll still get artists who ignore half your design and riggers who generally speaking can't rig full motion so do your research and don't settle on a design/rig that's sub par, I know this now and going forward I'm likely going to make sure the artists and riggers I work with are quality, I already know my next model will be rigged by none other than Neapolitanrime and as for my artist of choice I have no idea because I don't even have the money to consider that sort of thing yet but SOME DAY!

MOVING ON!

One of my OCs and an old OLD Sona for my sort of Grunge Punk music days was such an edgy lad, I'm very like; closet edgelord but you know I mostly keep it to myself; that being said this dude is named Xploit and I love him to death:

General design philosophy here was very grungey street punk vibes, I did in fact slap the same exact beanie that Velvet wears on him but like again clothing is very placeholder with these and basically meant to give a general vibe. Xploit was originally made after my old band and I went downtown and saw some graffiti that was talking about the exploitation of lower class workers where the bottom of the letters were shaped like knives all pointed at a singular entity, likely the laborer in question. I ran with that design to create the logo for Xploit that mirrors his 3 fangs (middle tooth and side fangs) with the X, the L and I, and the T in his name.

Also because I'm 3edgy5u I made his eyes X's (I just thought it looked neat)

I still have a lot of work to do on the shading since I'm working with very simplified 3D model making software instead of making models from scratch in something like Blender like I should be doing to have as much control over it as I want to. That being said it's meant to give an illusion that he has no facial features such as nose/mouth until otherwise speaking, at which point his fangs are meant to be prominent. Everything about his outline from his eyes to his hair is intended to be extremely sketchy and rough.

and because I have a soft spot for making even my edgier characters silly little guys, I made it so when he gets surprised his eyes bubble up.

Since I know there's some controversy regarding characters with bandages and the like I'd like to quickly make mention that none of the bandages worn by my characters are ever intended to suggest self harm.

Admittedly this is far from the complete roster, but we're eliminating anyone/anything that sprung up from games (I do consider them OCs to a degree but I understand they are influenced by the media they were created from/in and I don't feel like that should be necessarily included on a list of original characters that I specifically defined as "not being from media") and these are the ones I've been working on most recently so they're more in the forefront of my mind; I have plenty more for things ranging from music Sonas to just various OCs I've used for D&D and the like. That being said I'll likely throw together another one of these for the other OCs when I have more time/I'm not as busy.

You can have these drawings though:

Akito and Nazo who is @the-sum-of-ones-parts' sona. They are also the one who drew this. They also drew this of Nazo and Velvet

They also drew Akito in a dress (they are giving Melia vibes and I'm all for it.)

and they ALSO drew Akito and Nazo for the Outlast 2 stream we did.

Note that Nazo is a shapeshifter.

Big shout out to @the-sum-of-ones-parts for drawing so many of my dumb OCs/Sonas (like you guys don't understand there is more but I'm trying to not make this post 10 miles long)

THAT BEING SAID I HAVE A BUNCH OF DUMB MEMES OF AKITO YOU CAN HAVE (if you can't tell Akito is my most public OC)

If you have any questions I probably have answers (hopefully) so ask away my friend.

#Oh god it's a mess of a post lol

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Reader-Specific Writing: Miscarriage

Marcus Moreno x Female Reader

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Word Count: 5.7k

Warnings: 18+ (minors DNI) please read these warnings thoroughly, as there are many triggering aspects written here.

Mentions and descriptions of sexual intercourse, family dynamics, miscarriage, female anatomy, depression, blood, and the afterlife.

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Summary: You and Marcus have been trying for over a year for another baby, and when you finally receive the good news, you're overjoyed. But why is this pregnancy so different than the last?

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A/N: this piece was requested by @sweetangel0069 and is a very touching and intimate story. Thank you so much for allowing me to tell it Anna ♥️ we played around with which character we’d choose, and I think Marcus was an absolutely perfect fit 🥰

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This is everything you’ve wanted, everything you’ve been working toward for the past year. Your first didn’t take this long but, sometimes things work different. But you’re speaking out of turn, honestly, you haven’t even looked at the results. Still, you can’t help but think about them, a tiny, new baby in your arms. Holding your first… there wasn’t another feeling like it. The connection and happiness you felt was unimaginable, and to experience that again? You were elated at just the possibility of it.

“Oh my god,” you breathe out, finally lifting the test.

You’re not sure it’s right; they’re not always right… right? You feel foolish, but you take two more just to be sure. If this is really happening, you want to be able to tell him with certainty. And after checking three times, you finally let yourself revel in the joy. He’s going to be so happy, and so will Missy. She and Jaime got along so well; you can’t wait to see her reaction when you tell her she’ll be getting another little sibling.

Jaime’s so young he isn’t even in school yet, but he made your family feel complete. Missy never liked being the only child and Marcus told you from the start he always wanted to give her siblings. And after your baby boy was born, the two of you couldn’t help but want even more. There was space, after all, more than enough for everyone to be comfortable. Already, you’re thinking about how you’ll decorate this child’s nursery. Will you want to know their gender? Or have it be a surprise? You’re getting ahead of yourself – you’ll definitely want Marcus’ opinion.

“Really?!” he almost shouts, a smile immediately lighting up his face.

“I mean, I took three tests,” you giggle, leaning into his firm hug. “So, yeah I’m pretty sure.”

“Baby, that’s so great. Oh my gosh!” he holds you against him, sighing deeply as he lifts his one hand to hold the back of your head.

Inside, you feel like you could fly. You knew he’d be just as happy as you. You’d been trying for another one for so long, almost a year, it honestly felt like it would never happen.

“What’s going on?” Missy asks, walking downstairs with Jaime in her arms.

When Marcus had gotten off work, he stopped by his mother’s to pick up Jaime, and then the school to get Missy. Like the great big sister she’s grown to be, she had taken it upon herself to bring Jaime upstairs to change him.

“You wanna tell her, honey?” Marcus asks, pulling away from you.

He holds your face with both of his hands, leaning in to kiss the tip of your nose. You smile, nodding eagerly before turning to your stepdaughter.

“I’m pregnant again!”

“Wait, really?!” she nearly squeals, jumping a bit in shock.

“Yes,” you chuckle, feeling Marcus pull you into a sideways hug.

“Is it a boy again?!” she asks with a smile lighting up her beautiful face.

“We’re not sure yet, it’s too early to tell.”

But you’re already thinking of names, ones you and Marcus have discussed before. He loves the name Sofia for a girl, and you do too, that and Laia. During your last pregnancy, you brought up the name Mateo, which he absolutely fell in love with. Jaime, however, won that time. Maybe Mateo will win this time. That is, if it’s a boy.

At dinner, the three of you are already discussing how you’ll announce it to your family and friends. You both made Missy swear to secrecy until then, and she promised not to tell a soul. Honestly, she was just so happy to be in on the surprise. You didn’t do a huge party for Jaime’s gender reveal, just did a cake-cutting with your close family and friends. Maybe you’ll do something similar this time, too.

“Marcus?” you call from the bathroom, lotioning your legs after a shower.

“Yeah, honey?” he responds, appearing in the doorway.

“Do you still like the name Mateo?”

He leans against the doorframe, humming lowly yet happily. Crossing his arms, he smiles, nodding at you.

“I think that might be my favorite.” He tells you calmly, eyes running up the lengths of your legs. “Aside from Jaime, of course.”

“Of course,” you grin, his eyes rising to meet your gaze.

“What about for a girl?”

He sighs again, eyes lifting a bit as he thinks. “Do you still like Sofia?”

You grin, cheeks feeling warm under his gaze. “I love that name.”

It’s only been a few days, but this new baby has occupied up every thought in your mind. It’s taken everything you have to not tell your closest coworkers about the news, and lately, it’s all you and Marcus talk about. This is such an absolute blessing for the two of you, for your entire family. You’re not sure how many kids you and Marcus want, but you know this won’t be your last baby.

After speaking for a few more minutes, he walks back into your shared master bedroom, climbing into bed. You say you’ll be right behind him, only needing to finish up with your lotion and use the toilet. But when you sit down, you realize you’ll be a little longer than expected.

It’s not much, only a small amount, but still… why is it there? Your body feels like a shock had just run through it, staring down at the small patch of blood in your underwear. This has never happened to you before but, there has to be a reason for this. A reasonable reason for this. Implantation bleeding, you then think, feeling a small ounce of relief. Sometimes you can have implantation bleeding. That must be it. It’s fine.

“You okay, baby?” Marcus calls gently, not wanting to wake Jaime or Missy.

“Yeah,” you shout shakily in response, and it concerns him. But you’re in the bathroom so he decides to just give you your space. When you come out though, he asks, “Is something wrong?”

“No,” you shake your head, settling next to him in bed. “I’m alright.”

“You sounded off, honey.” He tells you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. He pulls you in close, giving your temple a kiss.

He feels so amazing inside and has ever since you told him. To have you make him a father again would make him the happiest man in the world. Since meeting you, it’s like nothing else has mattered; nothing else but you and his little girl, and then his little boy. You’ve given him love, happiness, a feeling of belonging and pure, fatherly joy. You’ve given him his life back.

“I’m okay, baby.” You nod, glancing up at him. Those lovingly deep eyes make you feel all warm inside, your hand lifting to trace your fingertips along his scruff. Before you continue on, you lean in, giving him a soft kiss. “I’m fine.”

You’ve been pregnant before, and everything went fine – great, actually. There’s no reason to suspect something might be wrong. Implantation bleeding happens, it doesn’t mean anything bad is happening. Nothing else feels off, so… why worry? Your body has done this before, and you’re more than confident that it can do it again. You’re healthy, what’s the worst that could happen?

More bleeding, that’s something worse than can happen. It’s so much that it wakes you up, the wetness of it ongoing and drowning your pants and bedsheets in red.

“W – what…”

At first, you’re not sure what it is. Surely, you didn’t pee the bed. You’re a grown woman, why would that happen? Although, you wish it was the case instead of this. Lowering your hand, you stuff it between yourself and the bed, lifting it back up to confirm your suspicions. Your eyes go wide, heartrate skyrocketing in your chest. What the fuck? What the fuck?!

Quickly, you turn to your side, looking for Marcus. Thankfully, he’d rolled over and away from you in the night, no longer wrapped around you. As quietly as you can, you slip out from the bed, hurrying into the ensuite. You make sure to turn the light on only after you’ve closed the door, not wanting to wake him.

There’s… so much of it; and it just keeps picking up. You’ve never even had a period like this before. It’s shocking, almost like a steady stream of liquid red coming out… and it’s bright red with… clots? Yes… lots of them. What is happening? Why is this happening?

Your mind is reeling, and you can’t help but think the worst. But this can’t be what’s going on. Maybe something is just wrong with the baby but surely, they’re still… there. Your heart starts sinking – you’ve never felt so hopeless before, but you need to stop it, you need to be realistic about this and stay strong. You don’t know anything for a fact, other than this is your baby, your and Marcus’ baby.

Before he’d gone to bed, he worried about you. Internally, he felt strangely about this; something just wasn’t right. Your gentle jostle did in fact wake him up from sleep, but only because he’d been sleeping so lightly. He’d only relaxed enough to fall into a dream before he was awake again, but he could tell by the way you got up that you didn’t want to disturb him, so he let you believe that you didn’t. And he planned on staying here until you came back into bed, until the two of you fell asleep again and greeted the morning anew. But that was before he heard your quiet crying.

“Querida?” he murmurs, tapping his knuckles gently on the door. “Estas bien?” (My dear, are you okay?)

Your head snaps up as you sniffle, a sharp pang jolting throughout your body. Shit. Quickly, you wipe your nose with a piece of toilet paper, using another piece to dry your eyes.

“I – I’m fine,” you gently call back, but you can’t help the shaky exhale your body forces out from your cries. And Marcus hears it.

“Can I come in?” he then asks softly, unsure of what is happening.

You ponder this for a moment. What are you going to do? When you look down, you’re still bleeding profusely. It won’t stop.

“Mi amor?” Marcus opens the door just a crack. “What’s going on?” (My love?)

All at once, you let out the incredible cry you’d been holding inside. You sob completely, almost immediately met with a concerned Marcus kneeling by your side.

“What is it? What’s wrong?” he seems frantic, eyes scanning your figure. He hates seeing you cry, especially so intensely. What could be bothering you so much? But then, his eyes dip lower, seeing the red-tinted skin on the insides of your thighs. When he sees this, he whispers your name, completely taken aback.

“I don’t know what’s going on!” you cry to him, sniffling thickly while trying to steady your breaths to keep quiet. You don’t want to wake your children.

“Are you hurt?”

“I don’t know, I don’t know!”

“Okay, okay,” he coos to you, reaching up to run his hands over your outer arms. Knowing how out of sorts you are, it’s up to him to make the call. “Let’s go, cariño.” He says, rubbing your knee. (baby)

“What? Where?” you look into his eyes, warm and still while yours are puffy and swirling with worry.

“We should go to the hospital, honey.” His voice is calm, steady. “We don’t know what’s wrong, and… the baby.”

He hates to say it, but you’re both thinking it. Of course you’re worried about the baby right now, why wouldn’t you be?

“But wh – who’ll watch the kids?” you ask him, breaths shaky as you hiccup quietly.

“Shh…” Marcus sits up on his knees, pulling you in for a soft hug, regardless of the fact that you’re still sitting on the toilet. Truly, his love knows no bounds. “I’ll call my mother. We need to figure this out.”

He’s right, and you know he is, but you hate that you have to bother his mother. It’s the middle of the night, you’d surely be waking her up. But Marcus insists upon it, saying that your health is more important than his mother losing a few hours of sleep. Besides, when Marcus calls her, she’s more than happy to come over. She doesn’t know about the baby though, and while you both hate it, you have to lie to her. He makes up the excuse of the stomach flu when she arrives at the house, looking at you with worry.

“Mi amor, eso no es bueno.” She shakes her head, approaching you and placing her hands on your outer arms. She squeezes lovingly, and you give her an appreciative smile. “Te hare sopa – la cura para todo!” (My love, that is no good. I will make you soup – the cure for it all!)

“Gracias, Mamá Moreno.” You return, trying to look anywhere but her. You could be carrying her grandchild, and you’re lying to her. Though, that’s really the least of your worries. (Thank you, Mama Moreno)

But while you’re more than courteous toward Marcus’ mom, he’s eager to get you into the car. Quickly yet politely, he ends your conversation, thanking his mother before re-directing you to the garage’s interior door. As usual, he opens your car door for you, this time leaning down before closing it.

“Are you alright? Can I do anything?” he asks you, reaching for you hand.

You watch with teary eyes as he lifts it to his lips, giving you a soft kiss while keeping your worry-filled gaze.

“You’re already doing more than enough, my love.” you return, smiling at his affection. Strangely, it plants a small seed of hope inside you. Surely the love the two of you have for each other and this baby will help the fetus’ health shine through. It’s a long shot but, it gives you hope.

“This is ridiculous.” He fumes, and you’ve never seen him so mad.

Marcus paces back and forth across the waiting room floor, crossing and un-crossing his arms while the two of you wait.

“You need to be seen now; this is an emergency!”

“I know, baby.”

The tone of your voice makes him spin around, reminding him that you’re suffering behind him all alone. Immediately, he comes to your side. He sits beside you, bundling you up in a warm hug between his strong arms.

“I’m sorry, baby, I… I didn’t mean to ignore you. I, I –”

“It’s okay.” You cut him off, leaning into him. “I just need you right now.”

“I know,” he instantly returns, one hand rising to pet the back of your head. “I know, and I’m here, hermosa.” (beautiful)

Even though you’re in his arms, you feel shaky and unsure. You don’t know what this is, you’re uncertain of your baby’s future. And more than anything, Marcus is spiraling because this isn’t something he can control. He can’t make this better for you. He can be here beside you, hold you and talk to you, love on you until the sun stops setting, but to him, it won’t be enough. He can’t fix what’s happening this time.

“Moreno?”

“Yes.” Marcus’ head shoots up, looking to the nurse, and then back to you. “Come on, hermosa, let’s go.” He kisses the side of your forehead, seeing the still-somber look on your face.

He helps you to stand even though he doesn’t necessarily need to. Both of you follow the nurse back past the double doors, down a hallway, and into a sterilized patient room. And after explaining the situation to her, she comes up with a game plan.

“Okay honey,” she says, handing the test over to you. “First thing’s first. Let’s take a test.”

Immediately, Marcus worries that it will be negative. He hates himself for thinking that right off the bat, but he almost can’t help it. But he doesn’t voice it, of course. On the other hand, you’ve completely zoned out. At this point, you’re just on autopilot. You grab the test, follow the directions to the bathroom, pee on the stick, and give it back. You don’t look, you’re too scared to; you’ve never been so scared to look.

“Okay you two,” your nurse returns, sighing as she glances at her clipboard. “It’s positive.”

“What?” you sit up in bed, palms flat on the sheets. “Really?!”

“Yep.” She nods with a smile. “Next up on the list, I’m ordering you some bloodwork. We want to cover all of our bases. After that, I’ll be requesting both a vaginal and abdominal ultrasound.”

“Okay,” Marcus breathes out, nodding to her. He’s been sitting in a chair beside your bed, letting you rest and occasionally sleep.

She looks to both of you, offering a kind smile. “Sit tight. I’ll be back soon.”

“Sit tight.” Marcus mumbles, rubbing his face. “You’re sitting here bleeding and we’re supposed to sit tight.”

“Baby,” you return, yawning. “She’s doing her best.”

But he doesn’t respond, he just shifts, standing and then sitting on the edge of your bed.

“Do you want me to turn off the lights? So you can get some sleep?”

“Marcus,” you say, your voice cracking. “I can’t sleep.”

“Why?”

“I’m so scared. I don’t know what I did to this baby.”

“Hey, you didn’t do anything.”

He leans forward, holding your face in his hands. Both thumbs swipe slowly, catching the new stream of tears flowing down your cheeks.

Again, his heartrate increases, he begins to sweat slightly, and his throat becomes dry. He doesn’t know what to do, doesn’t know what to say. All he can tell you is that he loves you, he loves you and your little family more than anything in the entire world. And maybe, that’ll be enough for you. Maybe his love will be enough.

You’ve never been a fan of needles, but with Marcus by your side, it’s bearable. She takes about four tubes, but the juice and cookie help afterwards. It does nothing to calm your nerves, though, and as luck would have it, your results come back normal. For some reason, that only makes your anxiety worse.

“I don’t get it,” you murmur, shaking your head. “Then what’s wrong?”

“We’re not sure yet, hun.” She tells you, rubbing your back.

Marcus had gone down to the cafeteria to grab the both of you some breakfast. You’d arrived at the emergency room at around two in the morning. By now, it’s just after five. And while he’s gone getting your food, your nurse stays by your side.

“The last thing we’ve got are your ultrasounds. With how your test results have been going, we’re bound to see your little baby in there.”

You just feel unsure. Unsure and exhausted. You’re not sure what to do, where to go, what to say, and Marcus is no different. But he’s trying, he’s doing everything he can. He won’t let you go through this alone.

“Okay,” he sighs, walking through the door.

Both of you look up, your tired eyes meeting his own. He looks completely drained, but persistent. He pushes on, pulling out a tray to set your food on.

“They didn’t have pancakes, but they did have waffles. I know it’s not your first choice, but I brought syrup to make it better. Some milk, some apple juice for something sweet.” He grins, that cute dimple showing as he hands the juice to you. “I also brought you some Jell-O, baby. Snagged the last one for you. There’s a biscuit and eggs there, too.”

“Marcus,” you say with a giggly smile. Reaching out to him, he follows your gestured call, leaning into the hold your hands place on his face. “Thank you, baby.”

He smiles into your kiss, humming softly. “Anything for you, mi amor.” (my love)

“Moreno?” a doctor asks on the other side of the curtain, walking past when Marcus responds with a groggy yes.

“Hi there,” the doctor nods, offering a brief grin. “We have your ultrasounds ready for you.”

You take a breath, nodding slowly. Honestly, this is it. For as far along as you are, there should at least be a heartbeat. There has to be a heartbeat.

But the first ultrasound shows you nothing. Not a sign of life in sight.

The second ultrasound, the one of your womb, is empty. There’s nothing.

“I’m so sorry, honey.” Your nurse coos to you, placing a hand on your shoulder once the doctor walks away.

“What… what does this mean?” you ask shakily, turning to look up at her.

Marcus is holding back tears, his hands clasped together and held in front of his face.

“Either you’re still too early in your pregnancy to see the fetus, or you had a miscarriage.” She tells you, kindly yet honestly. And you appreciate her honesty. “In my opinion, it is likely a miscarriage.”

Something snaps inside you; an incredible weight falls over your body. Your body, your body. Your body has carried a baby before; you had to have done something this time for this to happen. You think, this has to be your fault, it just doesn’t make sense any other way. Why would this happen if your body was healthy and equipped for carrying and growing a new baby? You already know you let Marcus down, and you let this baby down, too. It’s mother, someone a child is supposed to trust. What did I do?

Marcus sits off to the side in his chair, concern and anguish written all over his face. The thought that everything was going to be fine is no longer in your head, and you can’t bring it back. Because everything, very clearly, is not fine.

He’s mad, infuriated, angry at the world but not at you, never at you. Waves of sadness and anger wash over him repeatedly, confusion also playing a part. Why is this happening to you? he genuinely doesn’t understand what went wrong or if anything necessary ‘went wrong’, or what. This didn’t happen with Missy when his previous wife carried her, and it didn’t happen during your pregnancy with Jaime, so why is it happening now?

And he’s scared, too. He’s so scared and he doesn’t know what to do. But he has to be there for you. He doesn’t know what to do but one thing is for certain, and it’s that he needs to be there for you. It’s difficult, communicating his emotions, because he doesn’t want to upset you any more than you already are. But maybe he doesn’t have to. He shifts, standing up and snuggling next to you on your bed. He holds you, feeling you turn in his arms and snuggle into his chest.

“I love you, querida.” He whispers, kissing your forehead. “I will always love you.”

“This is my fault, Marcus. I don’t know what happened, I don’t know how I could let this happen.”

“Baby, you didn’t do anything wrong. I promise you; how could you have known this was going to happen?”

Marcus continues speaking to you, bringing a certain kind of reassurance that is realistic, too. He can’t tell you enough how much he loves you, how strong and capable you are. And you don’t believe him right now, not at all. But you appreciate it, appreciate him. You always will.

Shortly after your two ultrasounds, you’re discharged, the two of you walking out with puffy eyes and tired hearts. You’re not expecting the message you receive though. Before you leave, the nurse discharging you hands you a pamphlet. She’s a different one than the woman that had been by your side through the night.

“Congratulations,” she says with a bright grin, handing you the rectangular booklet. “It looks like you’ll be having an October baby.”

“I, um…”

Of course, this confuses you greatly, but at the same time it gives you a renewed sense of hope. Maybe this will work out after all. Maybe you are just too early in your pregnancy. So, with a light breath, you take the paper like a promise, and return home.

You’ve been living with uncertainty for another week. You’ve bled every day, and Marcus knows about it, too. When there’s that much blood, it’s hard to hide it, especially from him. He sees the change in your mood, and it seems that no matter what he does, he can’t change it. He worries about what’s going on in your head. Every morning, he watches you take your prenatal vitamin. You haven’t heard any other news from any doctors, but you think that as long as you keep taking them, it will be okay. As long as you avoid the foods you aren’t supposed to eat, avoid the drinks you’re not supposed to have, it’ll help. And while you were trying to put on a brave face, it was hard to even convince yourself that you were still carrying. You honestly feel like you’re falling apart on the inside. You should be able to control your body, and right now… you can’t.

But no matter how hard it is to actually keep going, you have to, because you still have your kids. Missy and Jaime need you. Today, they both have doctor’s appointments, and while the simple idea of even entering a doctor’s office is starting to disturb you, you take them anyway. Marcus is at work and so is his mother, you’re the only one that can today.

Your children bring you joy that is honestly incomparable to anything in this world. Even something as simple as singing with them in the car, it makes life worth living. Even if this pregnancy doesn’t come to fruition, it will be alright. It’s hard for you to accept it, but it will. You still have your family; it will be alright.

“Come on, honey.” You say with a grunt, hauling Jaime out of his care seat.

Naturally, Missy reaches out to carry him. She’s truly grown so much, even in her early teenage years. It makes you beam brightly, seeing the love she has for her little brother.

“Oh,” comes your sudden gasp, now leaning against the car.

Missy turns around with a concerned frown. “Are you okay?” She doesn’t know about your possible miscarriage, either.

“I’m okay, baby.” You reply, sighing roughly. “Do you think, would you be able to take your brother with you upstairs? I’ll be right behind you, just gonna hit the bathroom.”

“Okay,” she nods, confident in her abilities. She’s become so independent.

Once she’s out of sight, you hurry to the bathroom. It feels like something literally fell out of your vagina and plopped into your underwear. And you’ve definitely never had that happen before. When you get to the bathroom, you find an empty stall and pull your pants down to find out what the hell just happened.

A sharp rush of adrenaline rushes through your veins, your eyes widening slightly while your eyebrows fold. A blood clot the side of your palm is sitting mostly in your underwear, and gently, you pull it the rest of the way out. You stare at it in shock, thinking what the hell is this? You’ve dealt with blood clots before occasionally, but never one of this size. But other than this strange thing, you feel fine. So, you flush the clot, clean yourself up, and flush the toilet. When you’re done, you find the kids doctor’s office, and make your way up.

Thankfully, the rest of the day goes off without a hitch. You feel fine, happy even. You don’t have to change your underwear for the rest of the day once you get home and get a new pair, your stomach doesn’t feel off and for once, your emotions seem to be evening out.

“Querida?” Marcus sings, finally getting home. (Dear?)

You and the kids have been home for a few hours by now, Marcus arriving around five o’clock. He scans the entryway, walking forward through the short hall and into the kitchen. And once he finds you, he smiles.

“Hi baby,” you coo gracefully in return, heart beating affectionately in your chest.

He comes to you, giving you a firm hug. His fingers rub over you, humming quietly, briefly, when he feels your own arms wrap around him, too.

“How are you?” he asks, that rich, deep baritone making you swoon.

Marcus continues to hold the sides of your arms, looking to you with so much love.

“I feel good,” you nod, shrugging. “Better.”

“I’m so happy to hear that, hermosa.” Quickly, he exhales a breath, truly feeling relieved. He can’t stand to see you in such pain. “Have you thought about dinner?”

He goes on to tell you that he’s thought about it since lunch, his stomach grumbling nonstop. It makes you giggle, seeing him be so boyish. Sometimes, he acts just like a kid, and when he’s actually around the kids, that goes tenfold. He’s so sweet with them, so cuddly and attentive and kind. After deciding on your afternoon meal, he rounds the two of them up, coming back down the stairs with baby Jaime in his arms.

Missy helps you cook while Marcus and Jaime play. There’s not much you can do with a baby his age, but Marcus makes the most of it. He lays down on the living room rug with him, holding up animal toys and making each one’s noise. It makes his son giggle and laugh, and it makes Marcus laugh, too.

Dinner is quick, simple. Missy has homework to do and thankfully, Jaime goes to bed easily. A full belly really does him in. Marcus claims food has the same effect on him, too.

“Go on,” he says, kissing your cheek. “I’ll clean up.”

Sure, Marcus had his flaws – everyone does. But he didn’t show them often, and especially not now. He always reacted appropriately to the situation at hand, and you are no exception. After this entire ordeal, you weren’t sure what you needed. But somehow, he gave it to you.

A shower sounds nice, but the simple act of getting undressed makes you spiral all over again. You look down, expecting blood, but don’t see any. And while this should be a good thing, the only thing you’re thinking about now is that blood clot you had at the doctor’s office. It, that must have… that must have been the fetus. You must have finally miscarried.

Upon your new realization, your stomach drops. Has this really happened?

Once again, you move through the motions, almost as if on autopilot. You manage to shower, drying off and then dressing yourself in some cozy pajamas. Nearly emotionless, you walk out of the bathroom, eyes immediately meeting Marcus’ as he rests on the bed. He’s sitting with his back against the headboard, reading in the dim light coming from the top of his nightstand. When he heard you open the door, he naturally looked up.

His eyes call out to something somber in your soul. The way he looks at you makes everything come out, tears swelling in your eyes as your lower lip begins to pout. You can’t help the overwhelming emotions that wash through you, practically crumbling on the bed.

“W – what, what happened?” Marcus stutters out, tossing his book down and leaning closer to wrap you in his arms. “Honey, what happened?”

“It happened, Marcus,” you sub, inhaling a sharp breath. “It really happened this time.”

“What did?” he asks, looking down at you.

“There was, I had this thing, this… blood clot. I h – haven’t bled since.”

You’re shaking beneath him from crying so hard, and he’s doing his best to keep you steady. But when you tell him this, his stomach drops too.

“It was the baby, Marcus.”

“Baby…”

It’s all that comes out of his mouth, he doesn’t want you to hear him weeping too. But as soon as he understands, hot, heavy tears fall from his eyes. He’s disappointed, of course, you both were so excited to welcome this new baby into the world, into your family.

Officially, this is the end of your journey, at least for this pregnancy. You feel like you failed; it’s over, you can’t come back from this, can’t reverse it or make it better. You let your whole family down. What are you going to tell Missy? What will she think?

You just don’t understand, you don’t get it at all. You and Marcus just made a beautiful baby boy together, why couldn’t you have this baby too?

“This may not be the right thing to say,” Marcus begins hesitantly, swallowing before he continues. “But… it will be okay. I’m here, I promise I’m here. I know you, baby, you’re so strong. We’ll figure this out, we’ll figure out how to move past this, together.”

It’s easy for you to fall asleep, your body drained after your explosion of emotions. It happens before you realize it, drifting off in Marcus’ arms all too easily. But what comes next isn’t easy, at least, not at first.

You can see her, your baby, the one you no longer have. Marcus is holding her, smiling down at the small bundle in his arms. The pink blanket she’s wrapped in reveals to you her gender, and Marcus looks like he couldn’t be happier. Then, your attention shifts as he looks to his left, and you suddenly see yourself in a hospital bed.

“Cómo deberíamos llamarla?” he asks you, speaking softly above his daughter. (What should we name her?)

“Sofia.” You answer, smiling softly, as if you had agreed on the name many months ago. “Sofia Marie.”

Your baby, your daughter, she seems… happy. There’s a feeling in the air that takes away every solemn sensation, replacing it with grace and acceptance. She’s healthy, too. The space here feels warm and kind, and she’s with her mother and father, at least, the souls of them. You and Marcus will always be connected to her.

She’s okay here. She’s safe on the other side.

#Marcus Moreno #Marcus Moreno x you #Marcus Moreno x reader #Marcus Moreno x female reader #Marcus Moreno imagine #Reader-Specific writing

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ct-hardcase · 5 months

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2023 art summary, coming in fashionably late. Director's commentary under the cut:

January: I feel proud of this one, but also feel kind of sad that over the course of a whole year, that January is the artistic highlight. I had a few free days at the beginning of the year where I was alone, and got this wild drive to draw something that I very rarely, if ever, get anymore, especially for a piece that includes a background. Pessimism aside though, I'm really happy with how this came out, barring some aspects of Kanan's facial anatomy I could improve on and Ahsoka's hand (I gave up here, don't look too closely). I've had the scene in my mind for a while, and I'm glad I could finally take it on artistically.

February: Yes, technically this was published in March. As far as I can find, this is possibly the only thing I drew in February, sketches included. I published it on twitter and tumblr in Feburary, fully intending to leave it at the flats, but decided to render a bit on 03/01. On account of my literally having nothing else for the month, I let it slide. I'm also happy to have finished a piece for Seventh/Fifth, and it received pretty decent reception considering it's a bit of a rarepair.

March: I didn't do much, but I did draw Trilla, Eighth, and Reva; and the dynamic has been shamelessly influenced by To Gain The Harbor on Ao3, which has occupied my head rent-free this year.

April: I actually drew two things this month, but I chose Voe, since I always have to have my annual Voe in these, and I'm really happy with how I drew her, here. It's also unpictured due to the formatting constraints, but this one also contained one of my best Kylos.

May: Work started getting very busy here (and never really stopped), so this is where ~sketch season~ starts. I noticed that I sketched a lot of sitting and kneeling this year, which is a bit of a flex, since I've historically had trouble with that (and am still not perfect, but getting there).

June: Credits to Senshistock for the pose here, but I decided to focus back in on anatomy, which was honestly driven by my beginning to consistently exercise for the first time since college—I got a lot more in tune with the practical aspects of how my own and other bodies could move, and though a lot of my poses are static, I find that it's a pretty big influence on my art this year.

July: It's at this time that my love for Reva also turned a corner—I objectively loved her as a character from the beginning, but around this time or June is when she rocketed herself to my third-favorite (hehe) inquisitor. She really grips me as a character, and she featured pretty prominently in my art this year.

August: Was busy touching grass this month, so didn't do a ton of drawing, but did a quick sketch of a village babushka.

September: I decided to color a drawing of Samantha Trapp and Kilner from We Fix Space Junk, which has carried me through many a hard day, and while the drawing feels just a little off, I think I at least somewhat maintained my ability to color something in.

October: I decided to treat myself and buy some fancy pens, and decided on the Sarasa pens on a whim. While they haven't been the cure-all to my art block, they are so much fun to draw in, and about half my sketches from October-present have been with these. Also, Rey!

November: Reva brainrot feat. The Grand Inquisitor. A friend and I were talking over an AU where the Grand Inquisitor (as a Jedi) takes Reva on as his Padawan, and I had to draw it.

December: I sketched a fair bit this month, but decided to go with Eighth.

#CTartcase

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childofaura · 2 years

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Hello how are you? Still accepting feh artist opinion? Not sure if this has been asked, but how about Hagiya Kaoru? I've known this artist because of the mobage I played long time ago (Chain Chronicle). He was like Rika Suzuki who only drew fe cipher before joining feh with resplendent Ike or Galle as his first one I think.

I think my fav part of his art is the face. Especially the eyes and the shading near eyes. Whenever I see the art, I can tell pretty much that must be Hagiya Kaoru works. Though I'm not fan off his normal portait L.Byleth face. Maybe it's because hair color which is more soft tone if you compare to female one. Oh and his Yen'fay is top notch👌good unit as well and really worth it to +10

I want you to know I wasn't ignoring this ask, I was just at work and I've been itchin' to answer this one all day ;w;

I LOVE Hagiya Kaoru's artwork. Their lineart is really well defined and gives the pieces a really crisp feel. I think "crisp" is how I'd describe their artwork when I look at it, because it's just sharp and angular and I love that about the art. Although to be honest I actually like L!M!Byleth's hair more than L!F!Byleth's hair more simply because it's easier on the eyes whereas F!Byleth's hair is like... a lime, lol. But that's just my opinion! I totally understand where you're coming from though, because it IS supposed to be more drastic and the lime green is a good color.

But getting back to Kaoru's artwork, their color palette choices are great, their anatomy is accurate, and they've got some great posework!

Though I will say that Yen'Fay's pose, while absolutely true to character, feels a little... too rooted:

Which again, it's not a bad stance and it's absolutely in-character, but for an attack pose you need a forward dynamic when the pictures are panning in from the left or right side of the screen.

And I almost forgot to mention it, but as you guys saw from my post this morning, it was just revealed that they did Lon'qu:

Awh MAN look at that pose! And that special effect! And they even made it reflect in the lighting! They were honestly the best pick for Lon'qu.

Now I think the only true criticism I can think of for Kaoru's artwork is that we haven't really seen them draw a huge variety of characters, only men. But according to their Twitter (which I clicked today out of curiousity) they DO draw women as well.

All in all, Hagiya Kaoru's a 9.9999999/10. I just wanna see them draw a wider variety of characters but everything about their artwork is practically perfect; they've pretty much got a grasp on all the important stuff for FEH art.

#Fire Emblem Heroes #FEH #Hagiya Kaoru #ask game #Kaoru's artwork is so damn appealing to look at #And look I DO like artists like PenekoR and Kita Senri but #I think IS needs to give those artists a break and let Kaoru draw some more characters #I'd like to see them draw a Ranulf alt; I bet they'd make it look REALLY awesome!#Or draw Muarim's base unit #If it wasn't for the fact that I have... negative feelings towards Galle's English VA I would have built him #But that's just a personal thing and honestly I'm not here to get into drama and if people like that VA that's okay #ANYWHO #Here's to hoping that we'll see more of Hagiya Kaoru's artwork this year!... even though we're already in August lawl

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trashyswitch · 2 years

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Day 14: Self-Insert (OC & Canon)

Pocket and Blathers were talking in the café. Blathers soon starts bringing up childhood memories, and Pocket comes up with a question: Is Blathers still able to be tickled?

Day 14...Almost halfway! I can't believe it, honestly. It's crazy.

Pocket was hanging out at the cafe, talking with Blathers. Well…more like Blathers was doing the talking while Pocket listened. But she didn’t mind. She liked hearing Blathers ramble on and on about the dinosaur era and the different types of dinosaurs.

“The Brachiosaurus, whose name means 'arm lizard'—eh, wot—was one of the largest herbivorous dinosaurs. Due to its long front legs and elongated neck, it seems to have specialized in eating plants up high. Isn’t that interesting?” Blathered told her.

Pocket nodded. “It’s really interesting. I wish I could find the pelvis for that fossil. I almost have it completed.” Pocket told him.

“Well, if you do find it, then by all means let me know!” Blathers said.

Pocket nodded. “Will do.”

“What else is there…Oh! The saber tooth tiger! Where do I even start?!” Blathers reacted.

Pocket nodded and listened to his facts on Saber tooth tigers.

“Chief actor in my most terrifying nightmares, the Saber Tooth Tiger was a mighty predator of long ago. Its most famous feature, obviously, is its razor-sharp, eight-inch-long, t-t-te-tee-te-tee... FANGS!” Blathers told her.

Pocket tilted her head. “It sounds like you’re scared of it.” She mentioned.

“Sc-Scared? Now…what-what brought on that idea? Heheh…” Blathers stuttered.

Pocket shrugged her shoulders. “Just a hunch, I guess.” She took a sip of her coffee.

“Well, I will assure you, I am NOT scared of it. I’m merely…interested in its anatomy. Teeth didn’t sound like the right word. Fangs sounded better.” Blathers tried to explain himself.

But Pocket wasn’t buying it. “Uh huh…”

“Now what’s another one…Hmmm…” Blathers thought. “Hoot HOOT! I know! The megacerops!” Blathers declared. “Now let me see…”

Pocket smiled as she remembered the look of the fossil in completion. She felt proud of herself for finding all the pieces for that dinosaur, and that it’s now displayed in the museum.

“This large fellow was a bit like our modern rhinoceros, but with two horns on its nose! Sadly, their small teeth restricted them to a diet of rather soft plants, and eventually they died out.” Blathers explained.

“Oh…That’s unfortunate.” Pocket reacted sadly.

“Oh well. Now we can bring it back to life!” Blathers declared. Then he coughed and cleared his throat. “By showing off its bones, of course…” Blathers explained.

“I think I would be terrified if dinosaurs suddenly came back to life.” Pocket admitted.

“Oh…Yes, me too.” Blathers replied. “On one hand, I would be very fascinated to know what they look like as more than just bones. But on the other hand…” Blathers shuttered. “I would be t-t-terrified.” Blathers admitted.

“Me too…” Pocket admitted before taking another gulp of coffee.

“I must say, this coffee really tickles my feathers. It tastes wonderful!” Blathers said, taking a break from his info dumping sessions.

Pocket giggled as she took another gulp of her coffee. She was a little more than half done with her coffee now.

“Hehehe…Tickles my feathers…Reminds me of when Celeste was a little chick in the nest.” Blathers admitted.

Pocket widened her eyes. She’s never heard Blathers talk about Celeste as a chick before. She wanted to know more.

“Tell me more!” Pocket spoke up.

“Hoo? About Celeste? Well…She got her degree in-”

“No no, when Celeste was a chick.” Pocket interrupted.

“Ooooh. Very well.” Blathers adjusted himself on the chair. “When Celeste was a little chick, she had the cutest little chirp. And I heard it so often! I never got bored of it.” Blathers explained.

Pocket listened as she drank more of her coffee.

“And she loved to be tickled on the neck. I would always use one of my feathers to tickle her before her feathers started to grow. It’s often recommended that you tickle them in that time frame…They say it encourages them to grow their feathers faster to stop the tickles, hehehe.” Blathers admitted.

Pocket giggled in response. “That’s so cute!” She reacted.

“It was plenty adorable. But it’s hard to tickle Celeste these says…especially now as she’s grown up. I miss it…” Blathers admitted.

Pocket then tilted her head as she wondered something. “And who tickled you as a chick?” Pocket asked.

Blathers hooed and looked at you. “Oh! Me?!” Blathers asked, the sides of her beak going red. “Hoo hoo…Well, my momma did.” Blathers admitted.

Pocket smiled. “And I’m guessing your feathers stop you from being ticklish now?” Pocket asked.

“They stop the soft tickles, like feathers and grass. Feathers on feathers just does not work.” Blathers explained.

“And…what about rough tickles? Like…brushes? Claws?” Pocket asked.

Blathers grew more and more scarlet red with every question. “Hoooooo…This is becoming a little embarrassing.” Blathers admitted.

Pocket giggled and poked Blathers’ foot with the front of her shoe. Blathers let out a loud HOO and covered his beak with his wings. “Hoo my goodness! I apologize for that.” Blathers admitted.

Pocket widened her eyes and smiled brightly. It sounded like there was one area blathers COULD be tickled…

The feet.

Pocket took off her shoe and her sock. She grabbed a red feather from her inventory that she collected earlier, and put the stem end into the space between her big toe and her second toe. Then…she started flicking the feather against Blathers’ foot.

Blathers yelped and hooed loudly as a big smile grew on his beak. He quickly threw his head back and laughed with glee. “HAhahahaha! Hohohohoho! Ihihi shohould’ve known you would dohohoho thihihihis!” Blathers reacted.

Pocket smiled brightly as she switched from one foot to the other foot. “Kitchy kitchy koo~” Pocket teased.

Blathers hid his face in his wings as he continued to laugh. “Yohohohou’re mehehehehean!” Blathers whined.

Pocket giggled at those words.

Pocket looked around at the cafe to see if anyone noticed. And then her eyes widened as they fell on someone familiar…and very convenient…

Celeste was here too! She happened to be talking to some other villager who was visiting the island.

But her focus went right back to Blathers as soon as she felt the feather slip out from her toes.

Wait, what-

“Ihihi gohohot ihihihihit! Ihi got ihit!” Blathers cheered. “Nohow come here:” Blathers opened up his wings and fluttered them rapidly before diving towards Pocket’s side of the table.

Pocket screeched and gasped as she felt ticklish feathers fluttering under her armpits.

OH NO!

“PFFFTAAAAHAHAHAHahaha! BLAHAHATHEHEHERS!” Pocket laughed.

“Thahat’s what you get for tickling me.” Blathers said back. “Only one unfortunate thing for you:” Blathers smirked as she lowered her voice down to a little whisper. “You can’t grow feathers.”

Pocket curled her neck in as she snorted and laughed from the ticklish words against her neck.

Then, Blathers laid Pocket down on the booth like it was a couch and wrapped his feet around Pocket’s upper arms to steady them. With her arms steadied, Blathers started tickling Pocket’s poor, vulnerable neck.

Pocket immediately curled her neck left and right. Blathers was being so mean to her! Though, Pocket knew she kinda deserved it. Pocket struggled in Blathers’ grip as she tried to move her arms to get out, covering up one side of her own neck at a time to lessen the tickles. But her efforts were completely fruitless. Blathers just kept tickling the side of the neck that became vulnerable whenever Pocket hid the one side.

“Coochy coochy coochy coochy coo!” Blathers teased.

“Well, look who’s fallen victim to my brother's tickles…” Someone said behind Blathers.

Blathers let out a surprised ‘HOOT!’ sound and turned around. “Celeste! Hi! I- Uh…” Blathers tried to say, pausing his tickle attack.

Pocket’s laughter lessened to little giggle fits as she curled her neck left and right to try and stop the phantom tickles that were still leaving her breathless.

Celeste was crossing her pink wings all sassy as she shook her head with a smirk. “Is this your way of teaching Pocket about the different bones in the body?” Celeste asked.

“No no no. Pocket started it with this.” Blathers pointed to the red feather that was sitting under the table a few feet away from them.

Celeste widened her eyes and looked at her own wings to make sure the feather wasn’t hers.

Blathers laughed as he watched Celeste check her own wings for any feathers out of place. “No need to worry, Celeste. This feather has orange on it as well. So there is a high chance this feather does not belong to you.” Blathers told Celeste.

Celeste let out a sigh of relief. The last thing she wanted was to leave little feathers all over the island…

“Ihi don’t know who the feather belongs to…All I know is that I found the feather under the table…” Pocket admitted.

“And Ms. Pocket over here, decided to try tickling my foot with the feather! The nerve!” Blathers reacted.

Celeste just laughed. “Come on, Blathers…Is it really that bad?” Celeste asked.

Blathers narrowed his eyes at Celeste. “Just because you like tickling, doesn’t mean everyone does.” Blathers warned, silently letting go of one of Pocket’s arms to point at his sister.

“Now I didn’t say that…” Celeste reminded him.

“Well, you did sa- HooOOOHOHOHOHOOT!” Blathers quickly looked towards Pocket as he doubled over and bursted out laughing all over again.

Pocket was smirking widely as she tickled the tops of Blathers’ feet with a purple feather this time.

Celeste tilted herself sideways to look at Pocket, and threw her head back with a laugh when she saw what was going on. “How many feathers do you have?!” Celeste asked.

Pocket giggled in response as she moved the purple feather tip into the open area between Blathers toes. “Too many.” Pocket replied.

“Ihi can see that!” Celeste reacted with a giggle.

Tickling Blathers in between the toes was enough to make Blathers let go of Pocket’s arms completely. With her arms now fully free, Pocket could pull out a second feather (a rainbow feather this time,) and tickle his other foot at the same time.

“OHOHOKAHAY, THAHAT’S EHEHENOHOHOUGH!” Blathers ordered.

Pocket didn’t want to go overboard. So, she immediately stopped the moment Blathers gave the first order.

She put the feathers back into her pockets before Blathers could steal them from her. Blathers giggling filled the room for a few minutes more, while Celeste and Pocket smiled as they listened to his giggles.

But then his giggles began to continue for a little longer than they should’ve…

And then they started getting louder and more evil-sounding.

“You really thought you could tickle the tickle monster and get away with it?” Blathers said with an evil smirk on his face.

Pocket widened her eyes as she realized the predicament she was now in.

Uh oh…

“Can I join in?” Celeste asked.

Blathers guffawed. “Well, of course! How can I say no to you?” Blathers reacted.

OH NO–

Pocket ended up getting tickled for another 10-20 minutes. She also ended up catching the attention of the rest of the villagers at The Brewster. By the time Blathers and Celeste had stopped tickling her, there was a crowd of villagers watching the scene play out. It was quite funny for Blathers and Celeste.

For Pocket…It was still fun, though a little embarrassing.

And for months afterwards, Pocket would occasionally get poked by wings, fingers and paws by the different villagers. The villagers that watched Pocket at the Brewster must’ve started spreading the rumors of where Pocket was ticklish…because even villagers who weren’t originally there for the scene had started tickling Pocket a small bit too. It was quite the fiesco for the human, female villager.

And though Celeste didn’t really know this…Pocket ended up not minding the tickles either.

#tickletober2022 #day 14 #self insert #ticklefic #ler!celeste #switch!blathers #switch!player #fluff #childhood memories

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inquisitorius-sin-bin · 2 years

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🤡✨👀💔

Thanks for asking!

What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

I love writing embarassing, witty banter. I think the most recent one to give me a good chuckle was this bit from Comparative Anatomy,

“My other options were simply… expensive or sub-legal. I was hoping to cut down on my reliance on them. This trip was financed by the Imperial Academy, not from my own pockets.”

He smirks. Finally , a positive reaction. And yet another tease. You have to examine the fanged forms behind those creased gray lips. Especially those apparently fused incisors.

“I can see that you have integrity in your work. And here I thought you were going to ask for my body after I… pass.”

“Ah-hem,” you shift, “are you- offering? I mean, I’m sure you’ll outlive me of course, but your line of work, if you don’t mind me saying so, is quite dangerous.”

His head tilts, but his amber eyes remain firmly locked on you, an amused glint lighting them up.

“Actually, I would prefer to be cremated.”

“I could arrange for that… after a thorough examination.”

The Grand Inquisitor chuckles.

“I don’t think so, Doctor. Best examine me while I still breathe.”

Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it.

Aw thanks, honestly the response to my work has been something I didn't anticipate, and I'm glad people are really attaching themselves to the reader characters and some of the OC's too. I try to write each and every reader character to be a little person of their own, but with enough of a relatable side and enough of a "blank slate" that most anyone could fill their shoes for a little while. And I think it is paying off.

Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

I have about 500 words written in a story about a scrapper who finds themself stranded on an "abandoned" ship and being mistaken for a Jedi that was definitely, at some point, on that ship. Its a bit of a parody of Alien.

But mostly my heart is on writing a follow up to S&P. I am really attached to HRH. It will be my first work where I'll have to diverge from my character being completely gender neutral to being AFAB, but, it is the most satisfying way I've found to continue that arc.

Is there a fic of yours that broke your heart?

Mmm yeah, Canto Bites. From the first 600 words. I knew I was a goner. It is a very satisfying and beautiful piece, but even my husband found the ending profoundly sad. I keep dwelling on it every time I hear this one Ghost song. I really love Mx. Wrath.

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Handcuffed together chapter 7: The quiz

A/N: Thanks so much for your patience. Next chapter will be up next wednesday, I promise! When I started to write I wanted to advance the story a bit more, but the sex-scene kind of got away from me in this one.... Hope you like it!

The quiz After the week you spend together you actually started to grow fond of Loki. He was a patient teacher and you actually had learned a lot by now. The training was intense and you were tired from studying, But Loki had decided to quiz you. At first you wanted to postpone, but he wouldn’t let you.

‘How many bones in the human body?’ Loki asked

‘206 bones’ you answered.

He reluctantly agreed with you. The two of you had made a game out of it. For every correct answer he would take of one piece of clothing, and for every incorrect answer you would take off one piece of clothing. He was at an unfair advantage with all his difficult clothing with many layers. Still, he was sitting in his socks, pants, and t-shirt, same as you. You couldn’t help but feel smug at that. To not be disturbed Loki quizzed you in his bedroom, on the bed.

‘How many bones in the human body of an infant?’ Loki asked with a smirk on his face.

‘Ehm.. still 206?’ you asked, a bit unsure why he would basically ask the same question twice.

The widened grin told you all you needed to know ‘I’ll take you shirt now’ he said.

‘There is a difference?’ you asked before removing your shirt, not trusting the God of Lies to be honest.

‘There is, I’m going to ask you to same question next time. So, you better know the answer by then’ he said.

‘Fine’ you grumbled and removed your shirt.

‘Which artery is the main source of blood for the arm?’

‘Easy, the Brachial artery. And I’ll take your pants’ you smiled sweetly at him. Loki rolled his eyes but removed his pants.

‘Going straight to your target, I presume?’ he teased.

‘I really don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m just trying to learn’ you said innocently.

‘How many erogenous zones are there?’ he asked.

‘That wasn’t in the books, you can’t ask me that. Besides, why would I need to know that to heal people?’ you answered.

‘I’m quizzing you on human anatomy, it’s not my fault you didn’t study more besides the book I gave you.’ he replied.

‘You’re not playing fair!’ you accused.

‘What did you expect from the God of Mischief and Lies?’ he teased. With one handwave the both of you were naked. You tried to cover yourself up, but Loki grabbed your arms and pulled you closer against him. He was sitting so close, you could feel his breath against your ear.

‘Let me show you then’ he said huskily.

He slowly stroked your lower back. ‘The lower back is one’. You moved closer towards him.

‘The hands and wrists are two and three’ he said. He started to slowly trace the lines in your palm and moved to your wrist. Your whole body felt like it was on fire, already.

He laid you down and put your wrists above your head. He started to kiss your neck and trailed upwards towards your ear. ‘The neck is four and the ear is five he whispered while nibbling on your earlobe, making you moan aloud. He slowly trailed his hands from your wrists, down your arms to your armpits. He stroked your inner arms lightly, making you giggle and squirm. ‘That’s six he smirked.

He kissed you and slipped his tongue inside your mouth. Slowly circling your own tong. When he stopped he bit your lips. ‘The mouth is seven’ he whispered. He slowly kissed down your neck to your breasts. He took one in his mouth and sucked on it. He licked the skin around it and bit down in the flesh. All the sensations making you whiter underneath. ‘That’s eight’ he said.

‘Loki, please’ you begged him to take you.

The wide grin told you that it was no use. You were putty in his hands and in this moment he owned you. He was in a playful mood and not nearly done playing with you.

‘Kitten, we are just over the half of them. And I really want you to learn the others as well’ he purred. When your eyes widened he laughed and then continued giving your other breast the same treatment.

He kissed downwards to your lower stomach and caressed it with his hands. You tried to move away from the tickling feeling, but there was nowhere to go. At this point you were going crazy from his touch and were panting heavily. Loki looked very pleased with your state. ‘That’s nine’ he told you. You were anticipating him going for your clit next and whined when he got up and you didn’t feel him anymore.

‘Patience’ he said. He grabbed your foot with his hands and stroked up and down. He held your foot in place when you tried to escape it. He started to massage it gently, the pressure felt so good that you arched your back. He did the same thing with your other foot. He moved his hands upwards and stroked behind your knees ‘That was ten and this is eleven’. You instinctively opened your legs for him. Normally, you would be nervous when he was staring this intently at your pussy. But now you found it extremely erotic.

‘This is twelve’ he said while trailing his hands towards your inner thighs. He kissed your right thigh and worked his way upwards to your pussy.

‘Not the last one, but definitely the most fun one to play with’ he winked. He hooked his arms under your thighs and pushed your legs up. His tongue was circling your clit. You were trashing, moaning, panting, and begging. And he ignored you completely. The only things he focused on was your clit. He held you firmly in place. The way his tongue felt licking up and down your clit soon made you see stars and you came hard, moaning his name over and over again. You looked at him when you finally came down from your high and his predatory grin told you, he wasn’t done.

‘I think we should explore this one more thoroughly, don’t you?’ he mused

‘What- what do you mean?’ you panted.

‘Well..’ he started and slowly pushed two fingers inside of you. He started to suck on your clit for a moment, making you arch your back again. You though he finally gave you a break, but you couldn’t be more wrong. He took his mouth from your clit, the moment his fingers found your g-spot. You cried out in pleasure. ‘You have the clitoris, obviously’ he said while stroking your g-spot over and over again. You were close. ‘Then there is your g-spot’ he said and put more pressure on it. You came immediately, almost screaming at this point. ‘Good girl’ he praised you.

Instead of removing his fingers he pushed them deeper inside of you. Then he stroked a spot within you, that you didn’t even know of. ‘The A-spot is often overlooked’ he grinned at you. ‘The more I stroke it, the more sensation you feel and the wetter you will be’ he said.

‘Oh my god, Loki’ you yelled when he kept going. He was right, at this point your arousal was flowing freely. ‘That’s right. What am I?’ he asked.

‘My god’ you panted.

‘Who do you belong to?’ he asked.

‘You only you’ you tried to say. But it came out ragged and needy.

‘That’s it, now come before your god’ he commanded you. And without hesitation your body did.

Loki retracted his fingers from you. ‘If only you could see yourself now, a perfectly tame kitten. All ready for me to play with’ he said.

‘Loki, I- I really can’t anymore’ you panted.

He slowly turned your around so you were on your stomach. He put your ass up ‘the only thing you will have to do is keep this perky ass up. And I will show you the last one. Don’t worry, it’s not as intense’ he said.

Before you could protest you felt his cock slide in you easily. He slowly started to thrust in and almost out of you. After a moment, his pace became a lot faster. Apparently playing with you had work him up as well. You walls already clenched down and your orgasm hit you out of nowhere. At that point Loki grabbed your hair and pulled at it. Your walls clenched down harder and the noises you made weren’t even human anymore. ‘And that.. is.. fourteen’ he grunted. He pulled your hair harder and started to slam harder into you.

‘Fuck, (Y/N)’ he yelled when he came. He slowly thrusted until his own orgasm had faded. He laid down on his back on the bed and you collapsed, still on your stomach. You were utterly exhausted and extremely satisfied. Loki slowly caressed your back with the back of his hands. He smiled when he felt the goosebumps form on your skin and your soft moaning.

‘Sensitive there, kitten?’ he teased.

‘Hmm’ you hummed sleepily.

Despite your protests he stood up and pulled you in his arms. He carried you towards the bathroom and put you down. He turned on the tap of the tub.

‘I don’t want to bathe, I want to sleep’ you pouted.

Loki just laughed. ‘I can imagine that, but a bath will do you good. After you can sleep with me in my bed, while wearing the fluffiest pyjama you can imagine. Deal?’

‘I don’t trust you in the bath’ you replied.

‘Hmm, normally I would agree with you. But trust me, I will behave myself’ he answered with a smile on his face.

‘Fine’ you reluctantly agreed.

Loki put some oils in the bath and it smelled amazing. He turned of the tab and helped you in the tub. He sat down behind you with his legs on either side, pulling you close against his chest. He washed your hair and massaged your shoulders. He did behave himself for the most time but couldn’t help kissing and biting your neck and shoulders. When the bath was done and Loki had shimmered the two of you in pyjamas, indeed the fluffiest ones you ever had, he cuddled with you in the bath.

Right before you fell asleep he asked ‘Do you remember how many zones there were?’

‘Ehm.. no, I kind of was lost and couldn’t keep up’ you answered honestly.

Loki just pulled you closer against him. ‘Well, if you can’t name them next week we are doing this again’

‘You are insatiable’ you grumbled.

‘No, you are irresistible. Now sleep, my love.’ At this point you were too out of it to even think or react to his words.

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Ticket to Ride - Part 6

Billy Russo x Reader

A/N: Inspired by The Beatles song of the same name. This takes place in my S1 Punisher AU with Arrogant!Billy in attendance, in which he gets a taste of his own medicine. Here we are at the final part!

Warnings: 18+ NSFW due to sexual content, including oral and unprotected, between consenting adults* in some chapters. Drinking and swearing.

*Irl, please don’t go wild in the country without protection.

(My photo edit and my photos of Murano & Burano)

𝕄𝕪 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪 𝕕𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕖

{…𝕠𝕣 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕤𝕙𝕖?}

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Billy awoke early the next morning, reaching over to his phone on the bedside table and tapping the screen to see what time it was. Seven. Plenty of time to have a shower and make his way down to the breakfast room.

Standing under the stream of hot water, he couldn’t help feeling apprehensive. What if she had done another runner? He wouldn’t be able to cope with that. He didn’t think she would have, but…. he just wasn’t 100% sure what she was thinking or feeling right now.

After his full disclosure of what he’d got up to with Madani followed swiftly by his confession of love last night, he felt more optimistic but he could tell she was still conflicted.

He’d just have to do whatever he could today to persuade her to give him another chance.

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Making your way into the light and airy breakfast room at just after eight, you couldn’t deny you were pleased to see Billy, sitting up super straight like a well-behaved schoolboy, already at a table.

His face broke into a huge smile when he spotted you, and you could see a large measure of relief wrapped up in it. You knew he would’ve been wondering if you had run out on him again. But no, you’d decided overnight to at least see how things went today on your trip to the Lagoon Islands.

He’d thrown you a curveball by telling you he loved you last night, and while you were relieved to hear that he hadn’t slept with that woman (his anger when you’d pushed him on it had finally convinced you that he hadn’t), you still weren’t exactly happy with what he had admitted to doing. It was still cheating in your book.

Could you ever really trust him again?

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Billy fussed over her like a mother hen when she sat down across from him at the table, jumping up and rushing over to the buffet table, picking out a selection of toast, focaccia, butter, jams and Nutella for her along with a couple of mini pain au chocolat croissants. They were her favourites so he felt quite proud of himself as he laid the plate before her like the spoils of war, before making his way to the coffee machine and creating a cappuccino for her.

“Thank you, Billy - you’re spoiling me,” she said with a small grin. “Your every wish is my command, Princess,” he smiled back, hand covering hers and stroking gently. Now she started properly laughing at him, and he huffed, slightly offended. Once she’d calmed down a bit she said, “Honestly Billy, you don’t have to wait on me hand and foot. All I need from you is complete honesty.” Billy tried to look as convincing as he possibly could, “I will be, sweetheart, I promise.”

She took a sip of her cappuccino, and fixed him with an intense stare. “Bearing that in mind, Billy, just what exactly was going through your mind when you were making out with Madani?”

Billy blew out a big breath; he hadn’t seen that coming. “Well… uhh… nothin’ really. I was just doing somethin’ I had to do, and needed to get it over with as quick as possible.” Another sip of coffee, another intense look from her. “Uh-huh. So you didn’t enjoy it then? Is that what you’re saying?”

Billy suddenly felt like he was back on very thin ice. He could feel himself squirming in his seat, and fought to keep still. Madani was, in all truth, a pretty woman.

Fuck.

What should he say in reply to that?

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Your eyes were drilling into Billy’s, and he looked about as comfortable as someone who’d just found out he’d got a scorpion down his trousers.

His face flushed pink, so you could guess what that meant. He cleared his throat, and then said in a low voice, “Look, she’s not bad lookin’ so it wasn’t as uncomfortable as it could’ve been.”

You smirked, not ready to let him off the hook yet, “So you were attracted to her, then. Not sure I’m happy to hear that, Billy.”

“NO! No, I wasn’t. Well.. like I said, she’s not unattractive but I’m not interested in her.”

You picked up your knife and aggressively sliced right through one of croissants. The look on Billy’s face was priceless. No doubt he’d guessed that the croissant was a surrogate for a certain part of his anatomy.

“Sweetheart, they weren’t long or involved kisses… not real ones, not like between you an’ me,” he said in a worried tone, very unlike his usual assertive manner. “Sweetheart, you’re the one I’m in love with. The only one I want to be with.” He was gazing earnestly at you, hand covering yours.

You cut off another piece of croissant and popped it into your mouth.

Billy would have to work a hell of a lot harder than that today if he was going to get you back, you thought.

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Once the vaporetto had moored alongside the jetty you walked on board the boat up the ramp in front of Billy, while the disembarking passengers walked down the other side of it as it swayed from side to side, the boat moving in its own wake. The crew member who’d expertly tied up the boat a few moments ago was still calling out “Palanca, Palanca” as you headed through the covered section to the open area right at the back, sitting down on the bench seat in the stern and turning your face up to the sun.

Billy sat next to you, scooting as close to you as he could, suddenly lunging in for a hungry kiss. Two mothers with children in tow emerged through the doors leading from the salon, and you pushed him away while hastily smiling at the newcomers, saying, “Giorno” to them. Both of them smiled at you, returning your greeting, but then their eyes slid over to Billy and you saw both sets widening as they looked him over. You sighed. Having a hot boyfriend sucked sometimes. And Billy was looking particularly hot today in leather jacket, white t-shirt, black jeans and combat boots.

However, you noticed that Billy’s eyes were glued to you, still gazing at you ever since you’d fended him off. You didn’t think he’d even glanced at the other two women.

OK, Russo - one point on the plus side to you, you conceded.

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Billy was paying full attention to his girl. He felt slightly triumphant that he’d managed to steal a kiss, and she’d only shoved him away when he’d vaguely heard the salon doors opening behind him.

He was so worried that she still hadn’t made her mind up whether to take him back or not, and he knew that today was his final chance to convince her to do so. Whatever was in his power to do, he’d do, to make that happen. And he wasn’t dumb, that meant not paying any attention whatsoever to any other females in the vicinity. He’d guessed that a couple of women had arrived along with the kids he could hear squealing and laughing just out of his sight line, so he made sure he kept his eyes trained solely on her.

Her lips curved upwards in a small smile as she looked back at him.

Pleased, he thought - ha, think I just scored a point there.

He wondered how many more of those he needed to rack up to finally win his woman back.

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There were no direct vaporetti lines to the Lagoon Islands so you had to firstly go to Fondamente Nove, which was a busy hub for several of the numerous lines. You wanted to visit two of the main islands; Murano - where Venetians had made their famed glass items for centuries - and Burano, an island of fishermen and lacemakers. You were really excited to go there, as the houses were painted in a rainbow of colours. Legend had it that this was so the returning fishermen could spot their own individual houses as they returned home across the lagoon.

You needed to find the ferry stop for Line 12, which luckily Billy spotted just as the two of you were about to walk right past it. There was a vaporetto arriving just as you did and swiping your travel passes, you went aboard and took seats in the salon. This ferry was a slightly different type to the others you’d been on, longer and lower and was soon packed with locals and tourists alike.

It took a little while to arrive at Murano, alighting at the Faro stop. They still produced glassware on Murano but nothing like as much as they had in the past. You and Billy wandered alongside one of the main canals, looking into the windows of all the little glass shops until you came to the entrance of one of the big glass foundries.

They offered tours of the workshop and of course also had a shop, so the two of you paid for the tour and watched in amazement as an old man took a fiery red and yellow blob onto the end of a pole, and blew and turned it until it started to take on the shape of a little vase.

In the store, you browsed along the shelves looking at all the glassware on display, until you suddenly noticed you were alone. Glancing around, you spotted a dark head over in the corner at the cash desk and were heading over there when Billy turned round. His trademark smirk appeared and he hurriedly picked up the little paper carrier bag which was on the counter by its handles and strode towards you.

“See anything you like, sweetheart?”

Smirk getting wider. You eye-rolled and grabbed his arm, noting at the same time that the female sales assistant was still gawping at Billy, even though he now had his back to her. You tugged him towards the door, asking, “What’ve you just bought?” as you went. He shook his head, “Can’t say. It’s a surprise.” You glared at him, “Billy….” but he just kept grinning as you left the store and wouldn’t say anything, even though you nipped at his wrist just below his leather jacket sleeve with your nails.

“Wanna get a coffee?” he suggested, as you resumed your canalside stroll. “Yeah, okay,” you replied, stopping next to the outdoor tables of a small caffé and sitting down, Billy joining you. He slid his hand over yours, “M’glad we’ve got this time together today, sweetheart. Wanna make you understand just how much you mean to me.”

You nodded in acknowledgment before waving at the waiter and ordering two double macchiatos. You carried on, “The main problem I have, Billy, is how I’m ever going to trust you again? You might not think you cheated, but that’s what it is in my book.”

Billy looked over at you, eyes wide, sad …and scared.

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Billy had then looked up and thanked the waiter as the coffees were placed in front of you both. He really didn’t know what to say, to be honest. He knew Frank - and no doubt Karen - also thought that it had counted as cheating. But he truly hadn’t. Well…. Cheating Lite, as he’d already designated it in his head. But not proper, down-and-dirty, long-term cheating. It had been a means to an end. Nothing more, nothing less. He just hadn’t considered the bigger picture. At all. And that had been a big mistake.

He took a sip of his coffee, and cleared his throat before spilling out what had just gone through his head. “Y’know I’m not exactly an expert at relationships, angel. In fact, I’m sure you’ll agree I’m totally shit at them. I need you to keep me on the straight and narrow. Tell me how things need to be. Please don’t give up on us, don’t leave me… please.” Billy was completely and utterly pouring out his heart to her, and he prayed she could see that.

His girl looked at him, some anger and hurt still in her eyes but she managed a shaky breath and looked down into the depths of her coffee cup for a few moments.

Billy held his breath.

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Your eyes met his again, “But how am I going to trust you again, Billy, tell me that? Every time you say you’re working late, how d’you expect me not to think you’re meeting up with her or someone else?”

Now it was Billy’s turn to look down. The silence stretched out to a few minutes, and you did nothing to break it. Eventually he looked up at you again, “M’tryin’ to think of how I can prove to you that I’ll never, ever, do something like that again - whether it’s work-related or not.”

He reached across and slid his long fingers between yours, holding onto your hand so tightly it felt like he’d never let go.

“Firstly, I give you my word as an ex-Marine that I won’t ever pull a stunt like this again. Secondly, I’ll be the most attentive boyfriend you’ve ever had. In and out of the sack.” You tried to hide a smile, but you knew he’d seen it. “Thirdly, I’ll put a tracker on my phone, and I’ll hack you into my messagin’ and email apps so you’ll have absolute access to my location and comms.” He was smirking back at you by now, he felt this was going pretty well.

“But you’ve got access to burner phones, Billy.”

His smile dimmed, while his brain scrambled to come up with a solution to this inconvenient fact. You saw his eyes light up and the smirk returned, “Easy. I’ll put Frank in sole charge of issuing them and I’ll tell him not to give me any unless it’s absolutely necessary for an op.”

“Could just buy them in Walmart’s,” you dropped into the slight pause after he’d finished speaking. His face fell again, and now you burst out laughing. “Okay, okay, Billy - I get the message. I see that you’re doing your best to be honest and transparent. There’s no need for you to put all that tracking and hacking in place.”

Billy beamed at you.

“I’ll just get Micro to track your ass.”

His mouth dropped open as you spoke.

“And monitor all your calls and texts.”

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Woah! thought Billy, didn’t think she’d be getting King Nerd involved. That was probably Karen’s idea. Gee, thanks Karen. But he would agree, what else could he do? And he’d offered to track himself, so it didn’t really matter in any case, did it?

“Uhhh…” he stuttered, “….uhh yeah, whatever you like, sweetheart.”

She smiled over at him, a genuine smile. “It’s OK, Billy. I wouldn’t do that to you.” She side-eyed him, “Unless you give me good cause. Like… coming home stinking of another woman’s perfume ever again.”

His hand went over his heart, and he put on his best puppydog eyes. “Angel, I swear on my life - never. Never. Ever. Again.”

She nodded. “Okay, Billy, I’ll take that as you being on oath now, just like when you joined the Marines.” His eyes widened and he nodded fast. “Yeah. I am. I’m on oath.”

He watched as she drained the very last few drops of her coffee. “Okay, Russo! Let’s go,” she said standing up and picking up her bag.

“Yes, ma’am!” He jumped up and saluted, taking his place at her side as they retraced their steps to the Faro stop and their next vaporetto.

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You’d hopped onto the next Line 12 ferry which arrived, and recommenced your onwards journey to Burano. Sitting inside the salon again, the loud chatter around you from the mostly local passengers almost drowned out any conversation you and Billy tried to have. He finally leaned right up against you, snaking his arm round your waist, his lips against your ear.

“Got you a little somethin’, sweetheart.” He handed you the gift bag.

Opening it, you saw a mass of tissue paper inside the bag and took it out. “Careful!” he warned, so you slowly opened up the paper and saw a delicate rose pink heart trinket box sitting at its centre. You lifted its little lid up and then replaced it, delighted with it. Smiling at Billy, you said, “I love it!” into his ear and kissed his cheek. His lips returned to your ear, “See? You have my heart.”

Now you rolled your eyes heavenwards, “I’d stop there if I were you, Russo. Cheesy really doesn’t suit you!” He burst out laughing. “Hey! Give a guy a break. He’s over here layin’ his heart and soul right out in front of you.”

You leant in and kissed him on the lips, before pulling back and saying, “And don’t read too much into that!” But Billy was already grinning happily back at you.

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Billy was happy. His steps were light as he walked beside her from the vaporetto stop along a small street, lined with stalls and shops selling souvenirs and lacework, which eventually led to a square.

She loved the trinket box! he thought, very pleased with himself. The minute he’d seen it he knew that she would, and had decided to buy it on the spot. While he didn’t want her to think he was trying to buy her back, he’d just wanted to make some gesture to show her that he treasured her, the same way she’d treasure the little things she put in it.

He blurted all of this out to her as they strolled along. She stopped walking and looked at him, amazed, “Billy Russo! I think that’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever said to me.” He felt shy suddenly, and he could feel his face heating up. What was happening to him? Is this what love did to you? He didn’t hate it. “It’s how I feel,” he mumbled, looking away from her. He felt her hand on his cheek, “Well, keep that up and maybe, just maybe…”

She turned and started walking again, and Billy hurried to catch up with her. I won’t push it, he thought, I’ll just leave it be while I’m on a winning streak.

There was another street leading off the square which was full of trattorias and caffés, and they chose one of the restaurants to sit outside, the tables rapidly filling as more people from the vaporetto stop arrived.

She’s definitely looking at me more kindly, he thought. Things might just be okay after all.

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After a delicious lunch of pasta and several glasses of wine, you and Billy started exploring the little canals and streets with their cute colourful houses. They looked so bright and beautiful in the sunlight, and you imagined the fishermen back in the day sailing home and being able to see their own little house from afar.

You reached the waterside, beside a quiet little square with houses all around it and some grass in the middle, clothes on washing lines strung across it, blowing in the breeze. There was no-one else around and suddenly you found yourself pressed up against the wall of one of the houses, Billy’s long fingers on the nape of your neck, his hand on your waist. His dark chocolate eyes were gazing into yours, a soft look in them. But you could also feel something a lot harder pressing into your hip, and you saw desire spark in his eyes.

His mouth was on yours and he kissed you, the sudden passion of which took you by surprise. He pulled back, his forehead touching yours. “I’ve missed your touch so much,” he whispered, “…every minute of every day since you.. since you left me.” You laid your hand on his chest, “I missed you too, Billy - even if I did hate you at the time.” He chuckled, “Do you still hate me?” You looked into those beautiful eyes, “No, I guess I don’t. Although you’re still walking a line, Billy.”

He nodded, “I know. I do know. But promise me you’ll give me another chance?” You smiled at him, pushing yourself away from the wall and him, “Let’s see, shall we?”

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Billy tapped on her hotel room door, and gave her a devilish grin as she opened it. He’d made sure to wear a white tank and a pair of grey tracksuit bottoms. He knew she liked him in those.

She was already in her sleepwear - an oversized Anvil T which she’d stolen from him ages ago - and leant against her door, looking back at him, amused. “Why Billy, whatever brings you here?”

He just kept grinning at her and also leant against her doorframe. As if she didn’t know, he thought. She’d had to spend the entire journey back from Burano fending off his hands and mouth.

“Just checkin’ you’re OK, sweetheart. See if there’s anything you need.”

She laughed. “And what could I possibly need, Billy?”

He angled his body so that she couldn’t fail to get a great view of his toned torso and more importantly, the very obvious outline of his erection showing in his joggers. If there was one thing Billy had complete confidence in, it was the effect his body had on women.

“I can think of one or two things, sweetheart.”

He was ecstatic when her hand reached out and grabbed him round the back of his neck, pulling him into her room. “Uhuh… maybe you should show me what those are.”

Billy’s grin got twice as wide.

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You gave a huge sigh as Billy pushed inside you, hearing an answering one from him and you ran your hands up into his lush hair. You couldn’t deny it, you had missed him. And his enthusiastic lovemaking.

However you were a little taken aback when he began moving slowly and sensually on you, instead of his usual frenetic pace. He was stroking your hair, placing little kisses all over your face and neck, running his hands over your body, whispering “I love you, love you so much” between his languid thrusts. He slid a hand down and massaged your clit, so well that you climaxed within a few short moments. Not long afterwards, you heard him gasp and he released into you, with a long groan.

The two of you lay in silence, side by side but still entwined. Then Billy leant across and kissed you, softly, slowly, with passion. “I can’t be without you, angel.” The puppydog eyes were out in force again as he gazed at you, “Please. Gimme another chance. I’ll be a better boyfriend, a million times better.”

You continued to look back at him, then gave a quick nod, “Okay. Yes, okay Billy. But one… just one transgression…” His hands went up in supplication, “Understood! Not one transgression will be made.”

“And you make sure to tell that thirsty bitch back in New York that her little dates with you won’t be happening anymore.”

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“Already done.”

He saw her eyebrows rise.

Oh. Oh, she thinks that means I’ve been in touch with her.

“No, sweetheart…. Frankie took care of that for me while I’ve been away.”

She smirked, “Pleased to hear it.”

Billy let out a sigh of relief, he was going to have to be so careful over the next few months. He’d only just got her back! He couldn’t let a stupid, chance remark or two ruin it. He ran his hand over her hair again. “I’m so happy, y’know? M’never going to take you for granted again.” He saw her smile widen in the darkness of the room.

“But, sweetheart, you gotta promise me something too.” She looked at him, puzzled, amused, “Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah. No more runnin’ out on me and flyin’ halfway round the world.”

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sweet summer days

-> husband!iida tenya x gn!reader

read before continuing!!: although reader is labeled as gender neutral, the kids sharing both your features and tenya’s implies female anatomy or the ability to bear a child. this can be twisted to be gender neutral friendly though, like a relative of yours being a surrogate. you have tohru (7), toshiro (6), and tomoe (5).

ack this isnt as good as i wanted it to be ㅠㅅㅠ it just sounded so much better in my head aaaaa. i just wanted sweet n soft cuteness. i also fell in love with the children omg i want. kids. now ...

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word count: 1.4k words

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laughter and the sound of tiny feet running across the hardwood floor filled your spacious home. what was meant to be a lazy day off for your husband has turned into a chaotic day of cheeky grins, sticky fingers, and rough splashes of pool water. your husband tenya, however, couldn’t be any more happier than he is right now.

the clinking of ice cubes against glass and the mattress dipping underneath you gently woke you up. you look up to see tenya opening a new book he bought recently, quickly becoming submerged in it’s contents. groaning ever so softly, you contemplated whether you should wake up or stay in your comfortable position. unfortunately you didn’t have much of a chance to decide, as your youngest, tomoe, woke you up with a soft grunt, kicking her feet in the air as she desperately tried making her way up onto your bed.

“tomoe? what are you doing up so early?” your husband asks, reaching over you to pick up the girl with ease. tomoe was the sleepiest of your three children; she was shy, silent, and soft in nature, much different than her two older siblings. it was rare to see her this active in the mornings, much less awake, as she had a tendency to nap whenever she saw the chance to.

“tohru and toshiro are fighting again” she whines, a lazy hand reaching up to rub her eye as you sit up, patting down the stray hairs sticking up from her head. she had shoulder length blue hair, with your eyes and smile, along with tenya’s quirk. he swore up and down that he’d train her the best he could so she could continue his legacy. while he promised he had no favorites, you could tell tenya was excited to have tomoe as his successor.

“ahh,” tenya shakes his head “those two tend to bicker quite a lot. did they wake you?” your daughter only responded with a soft nod, already falling back asleep, soothed by her father’s embrace and your gentle hand stroking her head. “i guess i’ll have to scold them a bit for making a commotion, then” tomoe let out a soft ‘mhm’ in agreement, her head finally resting against tenya’s chest as he stood whilst carrying her in his arms.

ever since graduating, becoming an adult, and starting a family with you, tenya’s become a much calmer man. it was a bit hard at first, but after learning from you and tohru that his stiffness and sudden movements aren’t exactly the most relaxing, he tried to become more loose. despite this, he’s still the awkward, nerdy, and strict boy you fell in love with at heart.

“you’re so mean tohru!” your son toshiro’s voice could be heard loudly as soon as you opened the door of your room. your two other kids were in the living room, minecraft sounds playing loudly over their argument.

“i'm not being mean, i'm being fair toshiro! papa made times for us to be on the game so we wouldn’t get into fights!” you sighed, thinking to yourself ‘so much for that schedule tenya put all that effort into’. “you shouldn’t have started a game when you knew your time was almost up!” tohru continued to holler at toshiro, who looked like he was about to cry.

tohru took mostly after tenya, his strict way of being mixing with your louder, more carefree side. she was a stickler for rules but enjoyed picking on her brother and had a tendency to be loud and over-the-top. she had your hair color but tenya’s sharp eyes. she had long hair and lighter skin than the other two from staying inside and reading more than being outside.

“tohru, sometimes, we can just choose to be nice. when you’re nice, most of the time your kindness will be returned. either way, seeing your kindness make someone happy will always be the best part of being nice. if you see that your brother is having a fun time, why don't you let him keep playing?” you take your eldest into your arms, pulling her close to you as you sat down. you weren’t afraid to talk to her about more complex/harder to grasp topics as she was extremely intelligent like her father.

“i guess you’re right…” she hung her head and sighed.

“yeah, tohru!” toshiro angrily huffed, chopping her head tenya style. tomoe continued to sleep as her siblings ran after each other around the house, chaos ensuing wherever they went.

“dad!” toshiro climbed tenya’s back and flashed you a toothy smile. toshiro was the most hyper out of the three, but also a complete cry baby. he was a proud older brother to tomoe yet relied on tohru to protect him, and was an all around happy, cute kid. he had short messy hair that was the same color as yours, with a single streak of blue. he was generally the most balanced combination of you and tenya and had much darker skin than the others, constantly playing around in the sun with todoroki’s kid.

he continued to poke his fathers cheek as he spoke “can we get in the pool today? can we? can we?” he repeated, only stopping and climbing down when your husband caved and said yes to toshi’s whining. “dad! (mom/dad/parent)! you should come in too!” was the last thing the little boy said before disappearing to quickly change and get his towel, which tohru did as well.

“what do you say? wanna go into the pool?” you asked tenya, getting up to change before toshi started whining again. tenya shook his head softly.

“i'm going to cut up some watermelon for the kids and then sit by the pool. i’d rather read for today.” he contentedly sighs as he moves toward the kitchen island, pulling out a watermelon from god knows where and starting to cut it. allowing him to enjoy his day however he’d like to, you went on ahead without him.

“how are you not burning up, ten?” you asked once he joined you all outside, just the mere sight of him in the blazing sun making you sweat. he just smiled and shrugged, continuing his book with the sounds of his children playing together in the background. you held tomoe cautiously as she half heartedly splashed the other kids. honestly, how she came out with a personality more like todoroki’s is beyond both you and tenya, though todoroki jokes that tomoe is really just his child that you guys stole from him.

the first to leave the pool was tohru, then curious toshi, and then you after tomoe whined that she wanted to go with the other two. they all went back inside, towels covering them before pouncing on the plate of watermelon like it was the last in the world. luckily tenya preplanned and saved a couple small slices for the two of you, otherwise you would’ve missed out.

laying next to your husband on the beach chair, he let out a soft groan when your cold, wet hair and hands met his warm skin. “did you not bring out a towel? you’re really cold, love.” you let out a whine which tenya knew meant ‘no and i regret not bringing one’. he adjusted himself to put his arm around you, in attempts to warm you up.

it wasn't long before the sound of children running came close, tohru chasing toshiro angrily and tomoe slowly trailing behind them. you chuckled as tomoe climbed onto you and tenya, a watermelon seed stuck to her cheek and another in her hair. as you removed the seeds, tohru and toshiro kept running after one another.

“toshiro you took the last piece of watermelon so don’t cry when you get what you deserve!” she shrieked, and you decided you probably should no longer let her go over to bakugo’s house, because as much as his youngest boy liked to read with tohru, the rest of his kids took after him, which was probably where she learned her more aggressive behaviors.

holding tomoe in your arms, your children became background noise that lulled you to sleep. the last words you heard were “papa can we go to sanrio puroland tomorrow!?” from tohru. with tenya being puddy at the hands of his children, it was safe to say the summer fun wasn’t done just yet.

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