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meiiie · 4 months

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Hi hope your doing great today :) maybe a dave lizewski x reader period comfort fic? got mine this week and it sucks and i need one with my best nerd <33

omg so sorry i just saw this now anon, but yes of course!

cramps&cuddles — dave lizewski

pairing: boyfriend!dave lizewski x fem!reader

words: 0.6K (I wish I could make this longer, but I've run out of other ideas…)

fluff, comfort :) not proofread

You and Dave decided to have a sleepover after school since your parents goes to a vacation for a day, but your period just had to start at the worst timing. When Dave arrives at your house and sees you what seems to be (physically dying) on your bed, he immediately knows something is wrong

During the past week he’s been too busy being ‘Kickass’, this has been one of the first time in a while since you’ve seen each other, so seeing this sight brings a sudden rush of guilt inside of him. “hey, hey, baby, are you okay?” Dave asks, dropping his school bag with panic, approaching the bed to check your forehead with the back of his hand. “ughhrdhrdhhrfh, no I think I’m dying- oh gosh” you groan while hugging your lower abdomen. “ohmygodohmygodohmygod don’t worry I’m here- what do you need? I- what’s happening. Your forehead isn’t so hot??? What could be the reaso-” while Dave was squirming around your room in hopes of finding something to help with your suffering, you cut him off saying “Dave, don’t stress out omg it’s just that time of the month”

Despite Dave being the huge nerd he is—/that time of the month/ is the only thing he hasn’t researched about. His mom passed away while he was young, so with the amount of knowledge he knows about women… you can tell he was internally panicking. You turn to look away, then when you glance back- POOF, he magically disappears. He’s SPEEDING to the nearest store while on his phone, waht do wpmen need for thst time odf monsht typed while bursting into the store. When safari finally loads, he buys the listed items:

Pads

Tampons

A compress

Your favorite snacks

“wait… pads with wings or without? you know what, I’ll just buy everything” is his mindset while also not thinking of his safety right now because how did bro almost get RAN OVER 4 times in a row. Despite his survival of multiple possible car crashes, he also goes to the nearest market to buy oranges because, according to a website, they help with cramps… or something? At this point, he doesn’t know if any of the items he has bought will help with anything, but he’s just praying you aren’t dead yet by the time he gets back to your house

It’s been roughly about 5-6 minutes, and he SWINGS YOUR DOOR OPEN with an almost burnt meal he made inside your kitchen with any ingredients he could find, hot chocolate, and a bowl of already peeled oranges. (a/n: I know that food combination sounds disgusting, but I’ve had all of that at once in one seating during my period, and it tasted amazing so what can I say) “here hun, I don’t know if any of these helps but how are you feeling so far?” he gently places the set of food on your bedside table, while also settling the hot compress on top of your stomach. He goes to cuddle beside you, caressing your back while handing you paper bags full of all the snacks you love.

“I think I’m feeling a lot better now, thank you so much for this” you say getting comfortable in his embrace, kissing around your forehead from time to time. He looks straight into your eyes, so deep, whispering apologetically “I’m so sorry I wasn’t able to spend this past week with you, I promise to make it up to you.” nuzzling his face into your neck, which makes you feel, warm, like your cramps have suddenly disappeared. “It's okay, please don’t worry too much about it, okay? Plus you’ve already made it up to me, thank you for being here, I mean it.” you both laughing at the sight of how any plastic bags he brought full of at least 15 different versions of pads and tampons. You both hold each other peacefully, while you both feel the breeze from your open window.

“Can you hand me those oranges?”

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kyushiblast · 3 months

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[Slam the table]

Your honor, I'd like a Grusha x reader (send help, I love this man so much) with a side of hurt and comfort where reader has always been with him during his prime snowboarding days, and even after the incident they just refuse to leave him. Stay until the very end, let's go.

⤷ 〝 by your side. 〞

➞ pairing : grusha x gn! reader

➞ summary : hurt & comfort with your favorite snowboarder.

➞ genre : hurt to comfort / fluff.

➞ cw / other : mentions of injuries

➞ a/n : thanks for the request! ~ glimpsed over for a proofread

life is indecisive at times. you can be riding high and easy, ready to overcome anything. but then it can send a hurdle too tall for you to climb over, and all of a sudden you’re toppling down from your proud stance.

before the incident, he’d been overconfident. so sure about everything, that it’d be fine and he could rest in the fact that he was the best. but overconfidence and immaturity often lead to dark roads, and that’s where he’d parked until the fatal day.

watching him race down the slopes, you could appreciate his abilities and could easily understand why he’d be so proud of his talents.

but no one’s invulnerable to the harsh conditions of the mountains.

your heart sank as you shouted from afar, his body lying still in the snow. some of his gear had landed elsewhere, while he himself was escorted onto an ambulance.

you’d hopped over the safety barriers and carefully slid down the snow, your boots acting as well enough stabilizers to arrive at the scene.

it wasn’t pretty. and yet, you found yourself grasping his hand the whole ride to the hospital. his bruised, damaged hand.

and stifling back tears as best you could, you simply wished for one thing: for him to stay alive.

it wasn’t till grusha woke up in a bed in an operating room that he felt regret.

the door creaked open, your head popping in. rushing in, you held back the urge to jump into his arms and squeeze him tightly.

the doctor followed you in, shutting the door with a light push.

you both sat on the chairs near the bed, you brushing your fingers over grusha’s hand. he weakly entwined his fingers with yours.

the doctor began listing all grusha’s injuries, including the talk about recovery periods and check ups as well as the topic of exercising and what things to do and not to do.

one question buzzed at the top of your tongue. you knew the answer, but wanted to hear him confirm it.

“will grusha be able to go back to snowboarding?”

the doctor sighed, as if worried one of you would inquire about the subject. you noticed grusha shifting his head away from your gaze.

“it’d be too much stress on your body right now, especially with the moves you’re usually equipped to do,” the doctor said, standing up from his seat. “that’s how i'll put it. i advise against it, unless you want to put your body in more risk.”

after some subsequent words passed, the doctor left, leaving you and grusha alone.

you held both his hands now in between yours. the air was heavy as you just stared at grusha’s eyes beginning to water up, his eyelids doing their best to blink the tears away.

“it’ll be okay...” you tried to reassure.

he shook his head. “no, it won’t!” he snapped back without thought.

you sunk your head, your chest feeling heavier than before.

“…sorry.” you muttered out of impulse. “if…if you want, i can leave…give you some space.”

grusha’s mind filled with more guilt. you’d just been trying to make him feel at least a bit better, and he’d practically yelled back at you in response.

“no, no. i’m sorry, please stay. i just—this is too much for me right now.” he looked down, his eyes shutting. “just a few hours ago, i was ready to win a championship. now…i’m being told i can’t continue professional snowboarding ever again—how am i supposed to move on from this?”

you awkwardly hugged him, careful not to put too much pressure on and hurt him. in the silence, you whispered, “no matter what happens, i’ll always be here, okay?”

he finally let some tears escape, doing his best to hold you despite his aching muscles screaming at him to stop moving.

grusha took a deep breath. “…i don’t deserve you, a-at all. you should leave me and find someone better—”

“don’t. i’m not leaving you, you’re already the best for me,” some tears began trickling down your face as well, your sleeve quickly wiping them away. “…no matter what, we’re going to get through this together.”

“i love you,” grusha’s voice was small, his head burying into your shoulder.

“i love you too,” you couldn’t help a small laugh leave your mouth at his unusual vulnerability. “and that’ll never change.”

when he was discharged from the hospital, you’d temporarily moved into his place. and true to your word, you’d stayed.

stayed with him despite his growing, cold attitude to others. stayed despite his seemingly dramatic and endless mood swings. and soon enough, your fifth anniversary of dating came by.

grusha was positioned sitting on the couch, not doing much. just sitting and half listening to the tv’s buzz. you’d noticed and sat next to him.

“deep in thought?” you asked, his concentrated face worrying you a tad.

“ah…don’t worry, it’s...” he trailed off.

“it’s…?”

“something. just don’t worry about me.” he fiddled with the nearby blanket. “actually…can you go with me somewhere?”

you smiled at his quick decisions, getting up from the couch to bundle up.

after mirroring your actions, grusha opened the door letting the chilly breeze waft through the house.

“okay…let’s go before it gets too dark.”

the snow was freshly fallen, your footsteps as well as grusha’s marking the path behind.

the destination was best described as beautiful, as if the area around were glistening due to the snowflakes falling.

a small lake flowed next to the clearing, its water sporting a crystalline look despite it all just being liquid.

but nothing, nothing could be more beautiful to you in that moment besides the action of grusha getting on one knee and proposing right there and then.

work of kyushiblast , please do not translate , copy , or repost here or on any other platform !!

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thelaundrybitch · 2 years

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Fulfilling Wishes

Hello Turtle Doves 😘

My insomnia would like to gift you some self-indulgent turtle-men comfort 💙❤️💜🧡🐢

Warning: mentions anxiety, and hints at depression.

NSFW ish? I guess? mostly fluff.

This is my first time attempting Gender Neutral, I apologize for any mistakes.

This was also my first attempt at a Reader x "Your choice of turtle" insert.

Please enjoy my bravery 😂😘🥰

18+ content - for mature audiences only!

Reblogs only, please!

Fulfilling Wishes

It was cold, and the rain pelted down on your bedroom window so loudly that you were unable to sleep.

You missed him.

And it was ridiculous because you had just seen him less than four hours ago while having dinner with him and his family.

Your family. They had taken you in and accepted you immediately after meeting them all. They had all been your saving grace. But he had been your real hero.

You had met him accidentally when you got lost down a dark back alley, trying to navigate your way home from a new job. Your phone had died, leaving you without the GPS, and an anxiety attack was on the rise.

No friends. No family. No one to worry about where you were and whether or not you made it home safely.

He seemingly popped up from nowhere as you gasped for the air that refused to stay in your lungs long enough for you to calm down.

After talking to you for a few minutes and asking you some interesting questions, you realized that you were breathing normally again, which made you smile at him.

He smiled back and asked if he could help you get home, which you were incredibly grateful for, and took him up on the offer before he could even finish his question.

You sighed as you lay there reminiscing and worrying about your vigilante friend and his brothers out in the horrendous weather.

The longer you thought about all of them, the more you secretly wished he was there with you - all cuddled-up safe and watching a movie, like the two of you always did during the horrible weather. Or after a long shitty day. He was your safety blanket. Always there for you when you needed him.

And he was literally like a blanket. All warm and cuddly. You loved when he had those powerful arms wrapped around you, squeezed up against his chest. The way his steady breathing created the illusion of calming waves as his strong heartbeat erased your anxiety and stress from the long, awful day.

And he had a way with you. When no one else could cheer you up or calm you down, it was always him who knew the right words to say. He knew exactly what you needed emotionally, and he never failed to deliver it in abundance.

You yearned for his gentle touch and to hear his low voice whispering in your ear. You loved the way he would trace his finger down your arm… Or make little designs in the palm of your hand whenever you sat together.

It was always so… Platonic.

And you wished it wasn't.

Because you loved him.

As more than just a friend…

He filled the void in your heart that had almost consumed you all those years ago when you had lost your way - more than down a dark alley.

Even though you wished it wasn't, you knew it was that whole best friend thing.

The way he knew you better than anyone else ever could. The way he took time to truly understand you. The way he was so deliberate in the attention and affection he showered you with…

You heard the unmistakable sound of the living room window opening and closing.

His window.

You lifted and turned your head just in time to see the beautiful green of his skin in the glow of your white fairy lights that outlined the ceiling in your room.

"You're awake," he whispered, stripping his gear, and himself, right down to his boxer briefs.

He grabbed your bath towel from the hook on your closet door and dried himself off real quick.

Meanwhile, you were having an internal scream fest at the fact that this sexy-ass turtle-man was getting ready to climb into your bed… With you… In nothing but his underwear.

"Is it ok?" He asked, frozen in place and looking down at you with concern.

"Of course," you told him, trying to sound casual.

As you faced the wall, laying on your side, you felt as the bed dipped behind you, and his warm body pressed against yours; those big arms of his slowly snaking their way around your middle and squeezing you closer to him.

"Thank you," you whispered, more to the Gods who had listened and answered your prayers, than to him.

"For what?" He practically purred in your ear.

"For being you," you told him, not knowing what else to say without making it weird.

He was quiet, but you could feel his unasked question floating around in the air.

"For always being there for me," you continued, "for everything you do…" you paused, contemplating your next statement.

"For fulfilling my needs…" you whispered.

You felt him squeezing you tighter, his snout nuzzling your neck behind your ear, as he took a deep breath in.

You felt his breath on your ear as he asked you the golden question…

"Do I fulfill all of your needs?"

Time had stopped momentarily as hope surged through your entire being.

"Almost," you whispered.

His lips ghosted their way across the shell of your ear.

"What am I not fulfilling?" His voice was low and husky, "Because I want to fulfill all of your needs," he breathed out.

You turned your head to look at him, but your eyes didn't make it past his lips.

There it was, the delicious feeling you'd been dying for, as he brushed his lips against yours. But he pulled back too soon.

You slipped your hand up behind his neck and pulled his lips to yours, eliciting a moan from him.

In one swift move, he had rolled you onto your back and caged you underneath him with his arms, kissing you as fervidly as you were kissing him.

After he'd regained control of his emotions, he broke the kiss and smiled down at you.

"I think I'm in love with you," you blurted out.

His eyes got wide, but his smile got wider.

"I think I have been for a long time…" He told you.

"Really?" You squeaked, shocked by his confession.

"You couldn't tell? I've been trying to make moves on you since the day you smiled at me in that dark alley," He admitted, right before he began kissing you again and continuing to love you for the rest of the night.

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notwarriorswiki · 1 year

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I liked your perspective on Leafpool's life. I was wondering in your rewrite, are Squirrelflight and Leapool's lives different before they die/become deputy?

Updating designs for them while I'm at it. I like my short and stubby Squirrel and long and lanky Leaf.

Their lives are mostly the same, though there are a few notable changes.

Leafpool, encouraged by StarClan and also fearing for her future, lies to Squirrelflight and claims StarClan has told her she is barren and will never be able to conceive. It's ultimately the thing that really breaks Squirrelflight and has her accept the kits, believing it to be a gift from StarClan so her and Brambleclaw can have a family AND help save her sister. This lie comes back to haunt Leafpool.

Squirrelflight learns she is actually pregnant during the Po12 arc, a major shock for her as, well, she thought she couldn't conceive. Brambleclaw is ecstatic to have another litter and Lionblaze, Hollyleaf, and Jayfeather are excited to be older siblings.

Squirrelflight confronts Leafpool about her pregnancy in private, Leafpool admitting she lied about Squirrelflight's fertility so she'd take the kits. They fight and argue, Leafpool losing yet another person she loves and is close with because of what StarClan told her to do.

Secretly Hollyleaf and Jayfeather overhear their conversation, learning the secret of their parentage. They tell Lionblaze, who is incredibly angry but is forced to bottle it up by Jayfeather as to not throw anything off with the prophecy.

Bottling it up isn't good though. Jay, Lion, and Holly are all bitter and awkward around Leafpool, which hurts Leaf more.

Lionblaze, in his anger, spills the secret of their parentage at the gathering and absolutely blows up things. Brambleclaw breaks up with Squirrelflight. Squirrelflight, despite her anger still with her sister, stands at her side and reaffirms it. This is where they reconcile, and they continue to be close as ever.

Squirrelflight gives birth before The Great Battle. Despite no longer being a medicine cat, Leafpool demands to help her sister in her birth, and Jayfeather doesn't have the strength to turn her away when he feels her raw emotions practically smothering him. This time Leafpool is helping Squirrelflight kit, the opposite of that fateful snowy day.

Brambleclaw is killed by Hawkfrost in the battle.

Leafpool dies in The Great Battle due to her injuries, collapsing after finally guiding her sister and her young kits to safety away from the battle. Leafpool's life was a tragedy. However, in her dying breath, she helps protect the cat and her kits who protected her and her kits. Squirrelflight is distraught and grieves her sister.

Squirrelflight is made deputy post Great Battle by the newly named Hollystar, who wishes to have the cat she loved and admired so much at her side. Mother/Daughter deputy/leader combo!

Small side effect of Squirrelflight's promotion to deputy is that because she lost her mate, is now in a leader position at a stressful time, and is trying to be there for Jay, Lion, and Holly still - all while juggling her own grief of losing both her sister and mate so suddenly, she really struggles sitting still in the nursery and just being with Alderkit and Sparkkit as it makes her antsy. Spark holds this against her later.

So yeah not much completely different. Leafpool dies much earlier, and Squirrelflight continues to live while navigating life without the two cats she relied upon most. It hurts, but she has her kits and the rest of her clan, who she loves dearly.

Leafpool's main difference is never actually getting her medicine cat title back before getting killed. Technically her title is Warrior when she dies just to add salt to the wound. She doesn't have a mate waiting for her in StarClan ever. Leafpool's true happiness lies with her sister, kits, and family, not in romance, nor the stars she dedicated her life to. It was always with the people who were right next to her since the beginning. Sure she resides in StarClan, but Leafpool is a rather active wanderer who still shares much disdain for the cats who play God in StarClan, knowing truly that they are all one in the same, no cat greater than the other, not even in The Dark Forest.

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shawnxstyles · 1 year

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overthinking alert!

DATE: NOVEMBER 10, 2022

summary: while overthinking as per usual, peter bumps into you. or you bump into peter…

request: yess

song: She Will Be Loved- maroon 5

words: 1.3k

warnings: implications of sex, vulgar name-calling (slut, whore, etc.), and peter being an overthinker

note: part four! is this a mini-series guys… here’s my main masterlist

gif= not mine!

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“and then she put her hand in my hair,” peter’s eyes widened excitedly as he talked, waving his hands crazily for emphasis. “i repeat, her hand in my hair.”

“i always believed in you, peter. i never doubted you for a second,” ned nods surely, while taking a bite of his sandwich. this was the most thrilling lunch period ever. his english class was the most dramatic thing that’s happened to peter in a while (minus the whole spiderman thing).

“i’m almost positive you’re lying, but i’m too high on serotonin right now to care,” a smile decorates peter’s face that stays there the rest of lunch.

the remainder of peter’s day moved pretty slow. his mind pondered nearly every possible outcome for tomorrow, when he returns to english, so he can be prepared. you’re just so cool and relaxed, and peter wishes he could be that nonchalant sometimes.

peter doesn’t hate who he is; he is fine with being the lonely nerd who gives last-minute homework answers to his seat partners. he didn’t focus on himself enough to hate too much (he would probably die in a bottomless pit of insecurities if he did). peter did spend a lot of his time daydreaming and wishing he was spiderman though. yes, technically he was spiderman, but peter and spiderman were not the same.

peter believes that spiderman is cool and relaxed, similarly to you, and he wonders if you would like him if he was who spiderman was. as this thought comes to his mind, he begins to think, did he create spiderman’s persona as someone he thought you’d like?

did he make spiderman for you?

—

“fuck,” you mumble as you struggle to adjust your clothes. you impulsively decided to indulge in some football moron during the last period. you are regretting your choices because you didn’t even come. and he didn’t even care.

“you are welcome, sweetheart,” he winks and simply walks out of the bathroom without a care in the world. you roll your eyes, nearly puking at the nickname. you didn’t believe the narcissistic words that left his mouth because he begged you, but he would never admit such a thing. he didn’t care about you and you tried not to care. you never developed any feelings for the guys you hooked up with, but it would be nice for them to be decent to you.

although you hook up a lot (yes, there are repeats, your body count isn’t that high), you do hope to find a boyfriend. it gets tiring being an object to horny teenage boys because you know they don’t care, but deep down, you hoped they would. you’re not a sex doll that boys can just use and throw away. it made you feel like shit because you still ran back those idiotic boys. you had to.

you were done being treated like you were worthless.

you use the restroom for safety measures before checking your tangled hair in the mirror. you sigh loudly to yourself as you snatch your bag off the floor, exiting the bathroom.

your head throbs as you stress yourself out with all their words: “slut”, “whore”, “school’s glory hole”, “cumslut”. there are so many other ridiculous insults that shouldn’t have got to you, but did. if you didn’t hook up with those guys, like the football moron, they would spread even crazier rumors and insults. you felt obligated to do it.

god, you were such a pushover.

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peter’s own mind distracts him so much that he doesn’t see where he’s walking when he bumps right into you.

out of instinct, his hands squeeze on your biceps, tightening on you, so you don’t tumble. when his brain comes to the realization that it’s you he’d bumped into, his normal, mild heart rate shoots up into the clouds, far too high to be healthy.

“oh! peter! sorry, i didn’t mean to run into you. i was… kind of out of my mind to be honest,” you shrug your shoulders as peter releases his grip from you. his hands were warm and his fingers were rough; the second he caught you, you felt instantly safe. peter smiles empathetically, knowing he was just as much in the wrong, and for the same reason.

“no no, don’t be. i was kind of out of my mind, too,” peter nervously licks his lips. the school hallway was empty, since it ended about ten minutes ago. everyone always tries to leave as fast as possible and so does peter, but he forgot his calculator in ap chemistry, so he had to run and grab it.

if you ask why he’s so breathless, he can use running across the school as an excuse…

peter was trying his best to restrain his rapid breathing. the space around you both was so quiet, you’d definitely be able to hear it.

peter got chills. he didn’t know why or how, but he had got the smallest bit of courage to look you in the eyes. anxiety probably screamed from his eyes, but when looking at you, he pushed it down. your eyes were always beautiful. you were always so beautiful. even thinking that felt like an understatement; a glistening, glowing, and radiating beauty sounded more accurate. peter really did believe the eyes were windows to the soul, and he was looking right at yours. they shined, even under the shitty school ceiling lights.

you got chills. you forgot your jacket today, and your outfit was simply a t-shirt and jeans, so the weather was most likely why. but you were inside a decently air-conditioned school hallway. and you were a little heated from the bathroom…

so, why were you standing here, sharing out of mind thoughts with peter parker? of all people?

what is he thinking? probably something important like his science homework or his aunt...

how did you get here?

“i, um,” you randomly uttered, trying to think of something to fill the silence. you hate silence, especially ones as intense as this.

his eyes were soft. they are what one would imagine a teddy bear to be… in eye form… if that makes sense. an aesthetically pleasing, soft, and squeezable teddy bear was the kind of comfort you found in his eyes. you wonder if peter was decent to girls. he was probably more than decent. he was definitely the type to buy a dozen roses on valentine’s day. or remember all the little details, even the forgotten ones. now, you could be assuming way too much. he was nice to you, and that’s the bare minimum. “i gotta go. see you tomorrow, parker.”

and then you slipped away from his loosening grasp. like you usually do.

those longing few seconds you two held eyes, felt like hours. peter thinks he saw something in you that was different from earlier today. you seemed different; avoidant and distant? yes, peter has had the fattest crush on you since the seventh grade, but he was the last person that would really know you. he bet you had loads of friends outside of school that knew you like the back of their hand, while peter admired you from a distance. he wasn’t a stalker, but if you were there, he’d look at you. it was hard not to when you radiated such a captivating essence.

but catching you made peter feel like he climbed the next stair, beat a level, and unlocked the next door. he caught people all the time, saved people twenty four seven! but just the smallest action of catching you in the hallway was nearly equal to all of his greatest accomplishments as spiderman.

he would be spiderman for just you if he could. your spiderman.

he was stuck standstill in the hallway with a wistful smile until he finally decided to use his brain to leave. hopefully, he doesn’t run into you again because he almost died of a heart attack (...again).

but he also wasn’t opposed to the idea of “saving” you again.

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thanks for readingggg sorry it took so long i’m going through it right now

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f3ralfr0g · 5 months

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never written on this website before, but here goes.

wish me luck, I'll need it

Touches. Soft, gentle, hesitant, and with a hint of desperation. He craved these from you often. Always coming home, dropping his things by the door haphazardly with a soft thud you heard from wherever you were in your shared apartment. You'd smile softly, parting way with whatever activity you were doing just to meet him halfway through the hall and hug him with all your vigour and passion. His hands, large and calloused and weathered, would trail slowly under your shirt and feel along the smooth skin of your back. Not a word was spoken during this time, but you knew he loved you.

Christmas time was always stressful for the two of you. With his schedule on the Task Force, and your own work difficulties, it was difficult to see each other for more than a few passing moments each week. He'd take advantage of these moments, however, and gently take your hand in his, or smooth a thumb across your cheek bone, maybe even hold you to his chest like his life depended on it.

This year was worse than usual. You'd had little to no time for each other, and it was straining the relationship. You craved his touch, and he craved yours back. each night, your heart ached. Alone, in your empty bed. Unaccompanied by your other half. However mentally unstable or damaged he was...he was **yours**. It was hard to breathe on these nights, feeling like the weight of a million stones sat on you. A deep cold spread from within your heart and chilled your very bones. Despite the cool air of the winter landscape beyond the thin panel of your bedroom window, this cold was from within you.

Tuesdays are bland days..right after Monday, before Wednesday. Not the middle of the week, but not quite the beginning. No where near the end, yet you heard his things drop by the door. Excitement, warm and fuzzy bubbled in your gut as you smiled happily. You abandoned your book on the coffee table, not bothering to place the bookmark between the old and slightly yellowing pages. Your feet carried you toward the hall, where your eyes laid on him.

Tall, dressed in dark clothing and bundled up to keep the cold from outside touching his already worn and tired skin, he stood in the hall, facing you. You stepped closer to him, arms beginning to outstretch slightly as your smile widened happily. Your heart raced in your chest, and your stomach filled with butterflies. Oh how you missed him. Him and his soft, gentle, and hesitant touches with a hint of desperation. It always seemed like he was touch starved, no matter how much you caressed or embraced him.

Cold nights together, cool autumn evenings, to warm summer mornings. 3 years together, sharing feelings, a home, a bed. Sharing the most vulnerable parts of each other. Him, confessing his deepest secrets, glossy eyed and unmasked, the horrors he'd seen. His voice cracking and quite, and you, loving him anyway. He'd killed before, he'd murdered in cold blood. Yet he found it within himself to treat you like porcelain. So fragile and soft, and his to protect from the things outside the safety of your shared apartment.

you were a single step from him now, when you felt fingertips connect to your chest, softly holding you away. Your eyebrows furrowed gently in confusion as you looked down to see none other than his fingers holding you away from him. Your lips parted in slight confusion and pain as you looked up at him, gazing into his chocolatey brown eyes.

"I can't do this anymore, (Y/n)" his voice breached from behind his skull mask balaclava, soft and rumbling.

"Simon..What do you mean..?" your own voice cracked softly, mirroring his.

He couldn't mean it. No way in hell. No Fucking Way. Your heart dropped, and a heavy lump formed in the back of your throat. The world came to a halt around you, and you were hyper aware of the sounds of the apartment. The soft sound of a fan in the other room, the gentle murmur of the television you'd put on earlier for background noise, and your heart thudding violently in your ears.

"(Y/n). I..I'm leaving. For good this time. I'm grabbing my things then I'm gone. You don't have to deal with me anymore."

The string between you two was cut. The thick, winding thread of your intertwined lives snapped, and along with it, your happiness too. Your lips buzzed, and your hands became clammy, and you took a step back. Your eyes widened, quickly filling with tears and your lower jaw trembled slightly. The porcelain had broken. He'd dropped the precious item to the floor, and it had burst into a million fractures of agony.

"You're not serious." you quipped back in a quivering voice.

"Deadly. Move, (Y/n)..Don't make this harder than it has to be" His voice was steady and hard, not like anything you'd ever heard directed toward you before.

You were speechless, your feet carrying you to the side and pressing your back to the wall, and him passing by you. Without a second glance behind him. A few seconds, or minutes..or hours..passed by. You didn't know or care. You finally stepped out of the hall, seeing him disappear into your bedroom, and hearing shuffling and opening drawers, and the distinct sound of the slightly squeaky closet door sliding back.

You remembered for a second how frustrated you'd been at that door. With its old, dark brown wood, and it's creaky and even older hinges. It got stuck sometimes, so you'd tried WD-40 on it. The soft smell surrounding you as you poked your tongue out in concentration. You'd sprayed it on the hinges, hoping it'd silence the protest of the old metal hinges. Ultimately, it didn't, and you'd just given up and gotten used to it.

Now that squeak of protest brought you nausea and the feeling of saliva filling your mouth. At last, a tear fell down your cheek, burning your skin on the way down. It was large and stained your skin in a thick trail before it fell to the chest of your shirt, dampening the fabric slightly.

You walked into the room after him, and what was left of your heart was tossed into a raging inferno. He has removed his clothes from the closets and drawers, piled them on the bed, and was now collecting his belongings from the room. Picking them from your heart and your shared home. With each small possession, it felt like a piece of you was taken too. The cold from your lonely nights had returned, leaving you freezing but not shivering. You had a body, flesh and bone, but you were not there. You merely observed your love taken away from you.

He'd thrown it away, and you didn't bother to ask why. You couldn't bring yourself to speak, to move, to breathe or even blink. Tears tumbled more steadily down your now rosey and shimmering with moisture cheeks. He moved quickly and efficiently, maybe due to his extensive military experience. Maybe he just wanted to get it over with, hating the feeling of your eyes burning into his back with each movement he made. Maybe he was ignoring the burning within his own chest, and the pain in the back of his throat. He still loved you, but he didn't want you to be near him anymore.

He considered himself to be bad for you. With his past and present and future. You deserved someone who was better..less...**Him**. In his mind, he wasn't good enough for you, and he thought it would be better if he left. That's why he pushed you away, that's why he said that, and that's why he's packing up all his things and leaving. He doesn't know that he's the only person you want, and the only person you'll ever want. He's too caught up in his own head to realize. That nasty, confusing flurry of emotions and thoughts won't let him see the way you react to his negligence toward your emotions or his actions. He's leaving, and that's that. Final decision, no changing him.

He was always stubborn. Like a dandelion growing up and out of a concrete sidewalk, one that no matter how many times you pick it, it always grows back tall and beautiful...but out of place. He felt like he never fit in with your family. They disapproved of him because of his job and his past. He roughly grit his teeth, his jaw tightening as he zipped up the final bag, holding all of his things within it.

A soft sigh left his lips and he turned to you, seeing at last your puffy lips and splotchy face. he felt a pang of hurt and fear in his chest before he looked to the side, speaking softly in a voice barely above a whisper.

"Don't hold onto me, baby. It was great while it lasted.."

You wanted to scream, fuss, and have a fit. To throw things and tear posters off the walls, and scream your feelings and anger at him, but you only nodded slowly. You allowed him to lean down, watched him pull his mask up to his nose, and press a soft kiss to your forehead. It held the same emotion as always. Soft, gentle, hesitant, and with a touch of desperation. You'd grown to know those adjectives all too well, but in this moment they'd grown sour.

It felt like he pulled away all too soon, pulling his mask back down to cover his face as he hiked his bag onto his back comfortably. His boots scraped dully across the carpeted floor, moving him toward the doorway, and like a lost puppy you followed him. He walked to the door, grabbing the duffle bag he'd discarded only minutes before.

"I love you Simon." your voice was soft, broken sounding and quiet when you decided to finally speak up.

He halted, fingers on the doorknob, and looked over his shoulder at you.

"Don't say that, Love. You shouldn't love me, m' no good for you." His accented voice was choked before he turned back toward the door.

He turned the knob, opening the door swiftly and stepping out. The door shut softly behind him, and with that he took your heart with him. Leaving you broken and barely alive, standing less than 5 feet from where he was moments before. You swallowed the lump in your throat, stumbling dumbly to the door and resting your forehead against the cool wood before sliding down, moving to sit down in front of it with you back to it. He was gone, and with him he'd taken a piece of your soul. Tuesdays would never be the same, nor any day of the week.

With a soft sigh, you wiped away an hour's worth of tears and stood, sniffling. Time moves on, and it wouldn't wait for you to get better. You began the process of picking up the pieces of your life, one tiny fractured piece of porcelain at a time.

(done. this was my first finished piece, I hope it was okay :( I cried a lil bit but it happens. tissues will be provided)

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #ghost #angst #video games #bad writing #oopsie #ghost cod #ghost x reader #no smut #Spotify

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tamelee · 9 months

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Hey Tamelee, what do you think of the first chapter of Minato’s story?

For me I’m just happy to read something that’s from Kishimoto’s brain. And also I hope you are able to notice the panel of Minato and Kushina that is similar to Naruto and Sasuke’s panel in the bridge scene. It just makes me 😊❤️😍 knowing that Kishimoto is still hinting on SNS.

Hi Nonee, 💕 I love it so much, it had everything I could've wished for tbh. It certainly had a sense of.. Kishimoto needing to say something through storytelling regarding not just Minato and Kushina, but also his writing and romance. Otherwise, why the focus on that in particular? Why such a major contrast regarding romance in Gaiden and Minato Gaiden? He isn't a fool, he is a genius writer, he's always been even before 'Naruto'. I don't understand why people think only now he's able to write romance. He was able to before and he was able to during 'Naruto', just not for the couples that were forced. Why? Because he values his art and the man has his own personal principles. And I respect that. I also love how he kept in touch with the 'Naruto' themes and expanded further upon Kushina's words to Naruto when they were able to talk. He just connected those dots and created an entire backstory for it. I don't think people realize how difficult that is to do and how amazingly creative it is to do it in such a way to stay true to everything he held onto before. He cares a lot and you can tell. This is exactly why all the filler bullshit franchise novels which aren't even made by him hold zero meaning because the contrast is insane. And it isn't just Naruto. Gaara and Killer Bee also had to fill themselves with love one way or another to 'overcome' that hatred/a failed history that eventually led to hatred as vessels. Gaara had the love of his mother, Killer Bee had his 'brother' and Naruto had his 2 suns.

So I don't think that was just hinted at SNS, it was a reoccurring Theme, however, it has also been made clear that Naruto's strength is Sasuke, his drive and reason several times to create a new Jutsu and become stronger. To be compatible with Sasuke's fire which in turn got more fiery as the story went on. Love is a parallel used in 'Naruto' which comes in many forms, not one of them is the same, but the fact that Naruto and Sasuke were each other's one and only sources of several, and in many cases, only motivations towards action says more than any of the dialogue. Kishimoto clearly shows what he sees as mutual love and what he values. Minato loved Kushina so much that he wanted to protect her and created a Jutsu which Naruto also benefitted from;

Minato didn't want to lose Kushina. And Naruto never gave up on the Sasuke he felt he knew despite the outside change and what people told him, despite everything around them, he kept developing his Jutsu while having faith that one day he could fight together with Sasuke. Minato fought for Kushina, but so did she try to convince him to stay alive. Sasuke sacrificed himself for Naruto because that's just how his body reacts, cushioning his falls, unlocking stages of his eyes, prioritizing Naruto's life while saying otherwise during the War arc, while Naruto spend his years stressing about Sasuke's safety and hating Orochimaru. Leaking Kyubi's Chakra in different ways from other times simply because... Sasuke. Wanting to protect the one you love makes you stronger is another Theme. It makes you not give up regardless of outside circumstances (plot). It exists inside of you, which was depicted in this one-shot, but for SNS several times too. They have their special place. And so did Minato and Kushina;

#asktamelee #sns #minakushi #minato gaiden talk

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fandom-go-round · 1 year

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Sorry if this is super tmi btw (I once had chest pain on my left side, anything that wasn't sitting still and breathing shallowlly was very painful and I went to the ER, i would not recommend it) I'd like some headcanons about a master with high blood pressure/heart issues with Fate/grand Orders Mori nagayoshi and caster Merlin, if you would be so kind dear author ♥️

I hope you feel better Anon, that doesn’t sound fun. Well wishes for you!

Warnings: Health Issues, Going to the Doctor, Long Term Health Affects, Heart Issues, Mentions of Chronic Issues/Pain, Illegally Looking through Medical Records (Merlin), Taking Medication

Mori Nagayoshi:

Mori isn’t going to notice anything unless you tell him yourself. As much as he cares about your safety, it’s from an external perspective. Sure, he notices if you trip or something like that but heart issues are outside his wheelhouse. Once you tell him, he’s a lot more conscious about how things can affect you and your heart.

He is, despite his best efforts, horrible at helping with your issues. Even when telling other people to leave you alone, Mori is yelling and adding more stress to the situation. He’s a lot quicker to calm down once he knows that your heart might not be able to take it. You’re not that fragile but don’t tell him that; better that he tries to restrain himself, even if it’s only a little.

Mori is great about getting people to give you space. If you’re having pain or need a minute he’s always there, being a physical barrier to anyone trying to get to you. It’s very helpful during field missions but he’ll do it back at Chaldea too. It’s wonderful to have a Berserker barrier between you and the world.

Mori loves intimidating people for you and he’s discovered a special love of making the doctors nervous. He knows that you don’t love going and makes it his mission that they all ‘behave’. What he means by this you don’t really know but doctors take you a lot more seriously than before and it’s nice. Part of you feels a little guilty but mostly bringing Mori ends a lot better than you would have feared.

Merlin (Caster):

Merlin knows the first time that meets you that something is going on. He is, at the end of the day, a healer and it’s not hard to notice things. He always plays off his concern but he does check in on you more than he did before. Merlin claims that he’s better with a sword than healing but don’t listen to him.

He may sneak a look at your medical records. It’s totally not illegal because the concept of hospitals is gone. There’s no world right now you know. He does it to make sure he can support you and it’s coming from a good place, even if it’s not ethical. If you end up telling him yourself, he’ll pretend he didn’t know specifics and the truth will never come out.

Merlin is wonderful in dealing with chronic pain. If he notices that you’re uncomfortable or in pain, a small healing spell is thrown your way. He uses his magic to support you and if you complain he waves you off. He’s a great mage Master, a few stray healing spells isn’t going to wear him out. No worries.

He thinks that it’s important you manage your health in terms of getting better. If you have to take medication, he’ll remind you and then see what happens. He’s not cruel if you forget (he always has extras) but he’s a bit of a mom about it. Merlin doesn’t love traditional doctors but if they’ve given you something, for sure he’s going to make you take it.

#fate imagine #fate grand order imagine #mori nagayoshi #mori x reader #merlin x reader #merlin imagine #mori imagines #fgo merlin #fgo mori #fate imagines #fate grand order #merlin

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bd-z · 7 months

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I am at my wits end with my sons teacher. She has only been with him a couple months and already has shown herself to be the most ableist and judgmental person I have ever met.

I am doing my best to try and get him an IEP but all his usual calming methods are being shot down (like leaving a situation to go for a walk outside the class door) and when he has a melt down, she evacuates the class for the other kids safety. Essentially teaching the kids that he is dangerous.

Since he isnt allowed to stim in class, because “it’s distracting”, he starts making noises. Then she calls him out for making noises and telling him to be quiet.

Look, I get it, she has 30 kids in her class. Its stressful but from day 1 she has been judging him, and judging my parenting. Saying that she has never seen an autistic child behave like him. That he need a psychiatrist and not the therapist that he is working with. She others him. She guilt trips me into thinking I have failed him. She told me he needs to be on medication when I have had counselors and therapist say that he doesn’t need that step.

If she wasn’t the only 3rd grade teacher at this school, I would totally have had him changed out by now but dammit, I am losing my mind here.

I am so over her.

What makes it even worse is that everyone in the school loves him and is trying their best to keep this teacher calm and all she is doing is ruining his confidence and making my brain want to shut back down into the dark pit of depression land.

I am so tired. So ready to peace out but my kids need me to be strong. I have to keep going forward. I have to show them that they are loved and they are special.

I have to figure out how to help my kid find new ways to calm since he isnt allowed to do his walks anymore. God damn, I wish the regional center that I called would get back to me so I can get an aide for him to help out during school hours. This shit is taking forever.

Rant over— gonna try to sleep and prepare for teacher conferences.

I turned off reblogs in case I want to delete this rant or turn it private. Who knows if anything legal comes from this but this mama is angry.

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jdgo51 · 6 months

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Late-Night Prayer Sessions

Today's inspiration comes from:

Near in the Night

by Emily Ley

Editor’s note: Emily Ley’s new book Near the Night is a perfect read especially for those of us who struggle with sleep. These meditations on God’s peace and rest will help you turn off your worries and remember God’s goodness. Enjoy this excerpt:

"Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God." — Philippians 4:6 NIV

"'Every day for a year, I woke up at 2:42 a.m. It was this weird occurrence that had no rhyme or reason, but it happened at exactly the same moment and kept me awake for at least an hour. My life those days was a blur of diapers, baby schedules, conference calls, and “Please advise ASAP” emails. I wasn’t alone for more than a few minutes once the kids went to bed because I’d pass out as soon as my head hit the pillow.

In the beginning, I mentally thumbed through the pages of the proverbial book of Things I Am Worried About, Didn’t Finish, Forgot to Do, or May Never Do that lived in my head. I need to change the oil in my car. I wonder if Brady has a cavity? That ache in my elbow is back... could it be (insert terminal illness)? I should cook more meals at home. My children may grow up to be totally damaged because I don’t love to cook.

Every night was a “beat myself up” session. But then I started bringing those things up in prayer rather than ruminating on them. And things started to change. Instead of loathing those interruptions at 2:42 a.m., I gave my worries to God. I wondered if He was giving me that inner 2:42 a.m. alarm as a blessing. I began to fall back to sleep, waking up with a more peaceful heart; and eventually, the 2:42 a.m. inner alarm disappeared.

What have you been anxious about lately? During times of high stress, bring your thoughts to God.

In peace I will both lie down and sleep; for You alone, O Lord, make me dwell in safety. — Psalm 4:8

A Prayer for Your Dreams

Oh, taste and see that the Lord is good! Blessed is the man who takes refuge in Him! — Psalm 34:8

Tonight, I hold you in prayer and wish you an evening of rest and rejuvenation. I pray your dreams are whole and intact, that they’re as lovely and calming as the sound sleep that finds you.

May their colors be vivid and beautiful, like art come to life. May the cast of characters be beloved friends, lost to the sands of time, and family venturing back to this side of Heaven, just for a night. May their voices be soft, and may the background music be soothing. I pray your dreams are filled with mended fences, blooming friendships, and hopes come to life. Or back to life.

And most of all, I pray each one brings a smile to your face when you wake — a reminder of the sweet and the good in years past, and a hope for the days to come.

Are your dreams reminding you of a worry or a hope you’ve pushed deep inside your heart? Is something rising to the surface, interrupting your rest? Give God the good and the worrisome before you head to sleep tonight.

Scriptures for Your Evening

The Lord is your keeper; the Lord is your shade on your right hand. The sun shall not strike you by day, nor the moon by night. The Lord will keep you from all evil; He will keep your life. — Psalm 121:5-7

In peace I will both lie down and sleep; for You alone, O Lord, make me dwell in safety. — Psalm 4:8

If you lie down, you will not be afraid; when you lie down, your sleep will be sweet. — Proverbs 3:24

I lay down and slept; I woke again, for the Lord sustained me. — Psalm 3:5

He will not let your foot be moved; He who keeps you will not slumber. Behold, He who keeps Israel will neither slumber nor sleep. — Psalm 121:3-4

Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. — Philippians 4:6-7"'

Excerpted with permission from Near the Night by Emily Ley, copyright Emily Ley.

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madstwd · 2 years

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A Future (Part 2)

Daryl Dixon x female!Reader

Words: 2.8k

Warnings: SMUT, labour and Child birth, mentions of body changes, orgasm denial, riding (minors DNI)

Season: 10

Summary: Continuation of the first part, how does your pregnancy fit in with the threat of the Whispers and Betas herd…Daryl loving the changes to your body after you gave him his greatest wish.

I hope you enjoy the second part! There will be one more based on Season 11 episode 10 but I wanted to write Daryl’s reaction to the readers body and the birth! Thank you for all the support, it really inspires me to keep writing!

Here’s Part 1 for anyone who hasn’t read it! Much love - mads:))

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Daryl's success was now evident because of your swollen stomach, he watched as you helped everyone get on transport to move before Beta brought his herd into Alexandria. The loss of Siddiq and Enid brought great worry to him now; the time for his child to be born was any day now, based on good estimates. He had no idea how he could protect you if things went south, his mind constantly racing. “Hey, I’ve got her okay, no matter what” Negan spoke from beside him. Daryl looked the man up and down, still unsure on how to trust this man but had no other choice. Negan was the only one without a responsibility or another person to worry about. “Just nervous” Daryl muttered, he hated the fact he had left Negan to protect you, he wanted to be there for you. But he was also needed here, or scouting the area not only for others safety but for yours and his child’s. “That’s understandable, but I care for her too. I won't let anything happen to her '' Negan added, their gazes focused on you. Daryl nodded at the man beside him, before making his way over to you.

“Hey” you smiled at him. He gave you a tight lipped one back, you could feel the worry flowing off him. “I’ll be alright, we both will” you smiled at him. He was amazed at how calm you were, putting trust into a man like Negan, a man who took away tw of your closest friends and tortured your lover. “Daryl, your stressing out will stress me out by worrying about you. I’m going to be fine. At the end of the day we can traumatise Negan with a birth” you laughed. Daryl did not seem to match your enthusiasm. “You need me, you radio me. Okay” he said, his infamous scowl plastered over his face. Your smile faded but you nodded. “Don’t leave his side okay, just in case” Daryl added. You nodded to the man, your humour fading. He didn't mean to bring your hopeful mood away, you knew your child was close to being born. You were there during Lori’s birth of Judith and you knew he was worried for the same outcome, this wasn’t just his first child it was yours. “I promise you're okay” you said. He nodded and kissed your forehead. He helped you get up onto the carriage like you had done with everyone else, Negan sitting next to you. Daryl watched as you both rode the first trailer to the tower.

The tower stank of cat piss, and the sound of the herd outside didn't do anything to calm your nerves. Dog sat beside you, instructed by Daryl to do so. Negan hovering by the or listening to the plan they were forming. When he turned you watched his face etch with worry, he knelt down to your seated position. “They need to go through the herd. Daryls going through with eh others” he said. You nodded, worry forming in your brain. You tried to keep calm and tried not to stress yourself out but it wasn’t working. Negan was beginning to get worried about you, the situation was beginning to stress you out more. “I’ll go and find him for you before he leaves alright.” He said, softly trolling your shoulder. You nodded wordlessly, and watched him leave the room. You silently started to work through what you figured was your first contraction, hoping they were far enough apart that Daryl wouldn’t notice as he said goodbye.

Your beloved walked through the door, his eyes observing you before pulling you in close. “I’ve got to go through the herd and lead them away okay” he said, giving you a tender kiss to your temple. “I'll be alright, got my nurse and body guard with me” you joked. Daryl smiled softly. He gave you a passionate kiss before lowering down to your stomach. “Hey kid, stay in there for a little bit longer okay. Daddy’s going to be back real soon” he whispered before placing a kiss on your stomach. You nodded at him as he turned to leave, glancing back one last time. Once he left the room and was sure he had walked far enough away. You swiftly turned to Negan. “So um we have a problem” you panicked. Negan's large grin fell, his eyes filling with panic and worry.

Thankfully an evacuation was being planned and it was requested that you and Negan went first, giving you the chance to get to a small cabin. You wanted to stay and help with the others but in the long run they would understand. Your contractions were extremely close together the only thing stopping the baby was your water not having broken yet. Negan had the bag strapped tightly on his back that had baby clothes and clean sheets in case something like this happened. “Come on in here” he said trying to catch his breath. You gasped in pain and your eyes widened at the feeling of liquid rushing down your legs. “Shit…okay now come on, lay down. You'll have to guide me in this okay” he panicked. You nodded, “4 fingers is 10cm dialated, meaning I need to push now” you groaned as another contraction hit you. Negan nodded, following your instructions” it's 10, let's do this” he grinned. You weakly smiled back, before nodding your head.

Thankfully your birth went well, most of the walkers being led away allowed you to be able to express your pain and current hatred for Daryl wanting this in the first place at a moderate volume. You both waited a while allowing you to rest and feed the baby before taking the trek back to Alexandria before it got dark. Negan helped you strap your child to your chest as tightly as he could without hurting either of you, and you leant on him for support, still extremely sore from the birth. You felt like a superhero having to be up on the move in just over an hour after giving birth. But right now all you wanted was sleep and Daryl. “Come on we are almost there. You are officially the most badass person I've met” Negan laughed. You smiled at him, “I know,” you replied tiredly. Your smile grew as you saw the familiar figure of your lover prowling outside the gates waiting for your return. Tears fell from your eyes as you instructed Negan to allow you to hold the child frantically trying to pull at the muslin strapped around your upper body. Daryl must have heard the slight cries of the child as his head snapped in your direction, a weight lifting off his chest as he could see Negan and you approaching. He practically sprinted towards the both of you, enveloping you into a tight hug. “I thought I lost you” he whispered into your hair. “We got held up” you said in reply, smiling at him. Daryl pulled away and looked into your arms. Laying there was the most beautiful girl he had seen. You knew instantly she had her dad wrapped around her finger. Tears began to fall from his eyes as he looked at the child who began to softly whimper. “You should see her eyes, they are exactly like yours” Negan laughed. Daryl turned to him before thanking him, he kept his promise and Daryl owed him. “Come on, I'm so tired” you groaned, wanting nothing more than to lay down. You slowly held out the child to him, he looked at you shocked, almost worried he might break her. “It's okay, you're going to hurt her. See she's asleep” you said as you gently placed the girl in his arms. Daryl didn't respond, only stared at the little girl in his arms.

A few months had past, your girl was crawling all over the place. You both agreed on the name Athene, a strong name for a soon to be strong Dixon. With the speed she was crawling you had no doubt she would be able to get away from walkers. You heard the door open, and in walked your husband, both deciding to use those titles now even if it wasn't official. “Hey how was the meeting?” you called out to him, as you chased after your daughter. “Maggie said her old community was nearby. We are going to go and try to steal the food back. It's more than enough” he said. You nodded slowly. “Shouldn't be too long, those guys are going to be a problem though so it might take a few weeks..are ya gonna be alright on ya own?” He asked. You nodded “yeah we will be,” you said smiling at the child who was instantly at her dad's feet. He smiled down at her, before picking her up. “You could put her down for a nap? I was trying to tire her out” you laughed and winked. Daryl's eyes widened before running to the girls bedroom to put her to sleep. You smiled at the stripping yourself from the T-shirt and jeans into a small lace bodysuit. You were still insecure about your mum bod but Rosita told you to be sexy and gave you the sheer piece of fabric.

You laid anxiously on the bed waiting for his return, playing with the end of your hair. You heard his footsteps come to an abrupt stop, and saw him standing at the door way, his eyes scanning every inch of your lace covered body. Watching your chest move with every breath you took, fascinated by your new body. You smiled softly at his face, his mouth slightly agape. If there’s one thing you knew it was this man would love you and your body until he physically couldn’t anymore. His fingers slowly reached towards his vest buttons as he moved towards the end of the bed. His eyes scanning over your body, your own eyes drifting all over his noticing his cock strain against the fabric of his jeans. You felt yourself grow even more turned on as you watched him remove his vest in one tug, his biceps bulging as his arms worked to remove the item of clothing. His shirt is straining against his chest. Neither of you were saying anything but you didn't care, you could feel the tension, his desire for you. You could hear his boots drop to the floor as he pried them off, his hands working on his belt buckle. You got up on your knees before you began to crawl across the bed to him, your breasts swaying, your suit cupping them perfectly. He stopped to watch you approach him, his eyes glued to them. You smiled at him as he jumped slightly when your fingers lightly grazed over his imprisoned cock. A soft groan left his lips, his body flinching away slightly from the sudden contact. You bought your face to his height and stared into his eyes, neither of you have had the chance to get intimate like this since the Arrival of Athena, so you were reminding each other of your love. The bond you both shared over the many years since the camp at the quarry. How your body’s were littered with new scars and marks. Your small pouch of fat that was the lasting reminder that your body created and held life, the stretch marks showing the journey it went through. Daryl loved it, seeing how beautiful you looked after holding his child, your hips slightly wider, your breasts a few sizes bigger. The curves in the lace danced around every part he loved, making him practically melt at the sight of you.

You bought him into a tender kiss, fingers weaving their way through his knotted hair pulling him closer. His hands landed on your thighs, toying with the fabric that decorated them, itching to strip it from your body. You gently pulled him as you began to move your way to the top of the bed. Your legs spread for him eagerly as your back hit the soft sheets below you. Your fingers began to work the buttons of his shirt as he left kisses all over your Collar bone, leaving small marks as he went from one side to the other. Your fingers brushing his shoulder , the action no longer making him tense but love you more, the bad memories of the scars on his back long forgotten. “Ya so fucking beautiful” he groaned against your ear, nippling on it slightly. You gasped as you felt his fingers slowly slip the thing straps off your shoulder, leaving goosebumps down your arms. Your body is so needy and sensitive to his touch. His fingers continued down your waist, you lifted your hips as he removed the rest of the lace, throwing it far across the room. He hovered over you, his lips attaching themselves to your breasts, kissing and nipping at them as his hands worked to free himself from his jeans. You watched him as he fumbled around, surprised to see his cock before underwear. “Going commando today?” You laughed. He blushed, shook his head slightly to hide underneath his hair. “Hadn’t washed any new ones, wasn’t expecting ya to pull this” he replied. You giggled before slowly lifting your hips. His tip stroked the wetness of his folds and you gasped at the feeling of his zip against you. His eyes darkened as he removed the rest of the jeans. Both of you staring at each other’s exposed bodies. You watched as his cock twitched, wondering what he was thinking about as he gazed over your body.

He placed himself at your entrance waiting for your signal to enter you. He was still so gentle even months after you giving birth, not wanting to hurt you or push you too far . You lifted your hips slightly giving him the signal you were ready. You felt a slight burn as he spread you, slowly inching himself inside. He was watching your face intently which was contorted in pain and pleasure. One hand gripped the soft flesh on your hips, the other drawing circles around your clit. The sudden attention causing you to squirm underneath him, he smirked as he slowly thrusted into you. Thinking back to the night where you both created your child, the passion and need. The idea of solidifying a future with you. His speed picked up thinking about it, his eyes gazing over your new body, how despite everything you were with him. You whimpered at his speed, slowly becoming a moaning mess with the pleasure he was giving you. “Come on girl, give it to me” he groaned. You nodded desperately, moaning louder as he picked up, both of his hands now on your hips, holding them tightly as he brought you to him with every thrust. He groaned at the sight of your breasts moving as he thrusted into you. Tears brimming at the sides of your eyes as you were getting closer to your own release. You whined when he suddenly pulled out of you, the feeling lost. “Come ‘ere” he groaned, helping you to your knees. He moved around you leaning against the headboard of the bed, his eyes flicking between you and his cock. You slowly crawled over. Positioning yourself, you lowered yourself on it, starting at a quick pace. “Shit sunshine ya really mad at me aren’t ya” he laughed. You focused on your own release, playing with one of your now larger breasts and clit as you moved yourself up and down his length. Daryl loved watching your body move against his, your face covered in pleasure but also determined to have your release before he got the chance to take it away. When your thrusts became slow and sloppy he grabbed your hips helping you finally reach your climax. Your walls milkin this own cock, squeezing the length desperate for his release. He groaned, trying to hold himself until you came first. “Come on sunshine, finish for me” he groaned, that’s you needed before you collapsed against his chest, moaning and whimpering. This pushed him to his own release, he groaned loudly as he thrusted inside you, his cock spilling everything he had for you.

Both of you laid there in each other’s embrace. Enjoying the company and being thankful that you had each other. Soft cries were heard from your daughter causing your head to shoot up off his chest. You wordlessly cleaned yourself up and slipped on Daryl's shirt before wandering out the door to respond to her. Daryl laid there listening to your soft hums trying to get her back to sleep, he smiled softly to himself. Since that day she was born he regretted not being able to be there for you, his heart nearly jumped out of his chest seeing Negan and you slowly come out of the tree line holding her. He never thought of himself to be a father but he was excited to see how he would adapt to this new life, to seeing his small girl grow up. He would die before anything happened to her or you. Needing both of you to keep himself sane. The future he needed, and he couldn’t wait for it.

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can I get some more octavinelle with pregnant!mc? how they would react around mc and when the baby is born if they would cry or anything

in case I'm violating any rules or the requests are closed feel free to delete this! I'm just a big jade simp and I love my octatrio a lot too!

Requests are currently closed.... but.... I'm a sucker for domestic stuff and an Octavinelle stan, so I'm gonna do this anyways asddf

This will be the one exception [note post writing everything: YEAH this will definitely be the ONLY exception.... this is looooong]

Tried to keep everything as gender neutral as possible: when referring to pregnant partner and the babies alike

🐙 Azul Ashengrotto 💜

When you're pregnant

Proud papa!! Azul definitely cried from happiness when news of your pregnancy reached him

Was also a nervous wreck, however. He's very insecure about his abilities to be a good father and role model his children would like to follow and look up to

You know him, he's studious and booksmart. Ashengrotto will take to reading many parenting books and blogs entries to prepare himself for the arrival of his baby

Definitely had you both enroll in classes in a local hospital so you know how to act and what to expect when time for labor arrives

Health and being healthy is important to him. For you he will put up with eating all sort of balanced meals, regardless of how much he dislikes them (so you're not alone while keeping up a diet)

Always accompanies you to your gynecology appointments. Cried every time your baby's heartbeat was heard through the echo/ultrasound machine

We know how he is, grown up Azul probably has a business of his own and it takes a good amount of his time to attend. Still, he will take time to call you through the day to make sure you're fine

Probably had either of the twins look after you in days he really couldn't take time off his job. Jade being the more helpful one with chores and emotional rants (you've both probably sniffled at natural documentaries), while Floyd is perfect for food prep and hysterical laughs over fail videos

Every night, before going to bed, he spends time talking to your baby bump, places some kisses on it too

He goes sooooo soft in those moments before sleep takes you away, his love lulls you to refreshing rest

Always makes sure to give you a kiss and a rub goodbye to your bump when heading off to work

Really enjoys watching you cook. the pregnancy glow looks beautiful on you when doing mundane tasks, he thinks

Maternity pictures? He's a little reluctant, but if you really want to... *end up carrying a small copy of his favorite pic in his wallet* *sends a copy of the whole pack to his mother and grandma* *frames his favorite and puts it on his office*

When you're in labor/the baby arrives

SCREEEAAAAMS!!!!

But after a nice yell of surprise, fear and nerves, he's ready to go and put your plan of action learned in those classes ready!

He's collected for the most part, but every time you scream from the contractions, he screams too because "he can feel it"... but it's really just his nerves getting out of hand

However, once you get to the hospital, this man will burst in and yell loud and clear "SOMEONE HELP ME, MY SPOUSE IS IN LABOR!!!" because the ride was so stressful he can't hold it together anymore

Be it through natural labor or C-section, Azul will want to hold your hand and be there for you through it all.... He might get light headed at times, but again, he'll push through anything to make sure you and the baby are fine

If he somehow manages to translate his grip strength to his human form now that he's older, he will be squeezing your hand just as hard as you're squeezing

Is a mess of tears once your child's first cry echoes through the room. It feels so relieving and miraculous.... You're now parents to your first little baby!!

Can't help to smile so tenderly at his chubby little angel. Runs a finger delicately against their cheek and sheds more tears at how warm and soft and alive they are

"My precious little pearl... What a blessing you are, little one, already making us so joyous. Welcome"

Azul holds his child so gently. If you had a glow while pregnant, Azul has a glow as a new father. You swear you can see a golden halo around him whenever he's pampering and carrying your child

Reads them a bedtime story every day. They may not understand him, but Azul wants to acquaint them to his voice quickly

Since he has paperwork to do at home, there have been times the octomer left you to sleep while he attended the baby's necessities. It relaxes him, and the rocking to get them back to sleep refreshes him. How can one not be powered up after seeing a plump little munchkin sound asleep with a smile on their face?

This private moments with the baby get him emotional, has probably cried during all of them. He just feels blessed with a mountain of happiness when he sees his baby sleep so comfortably, knowing they're surrounded by love and care.

Is curious to see if his baby will manifest a merfolk form later in life, or manifest any sort of magical powers.

BONUS: It was during a family vacation to the beach during their 2nd year in primary school where your child manifested their mer-form. They were ecstatic!!

🐬 Jade Leech 💜

When you're pregnant

His expression was as collected as always, but his heart jumped into outer space when he got the news of your pregnancy. Held you close and kissed you with so much passion and love, you saw a new Jade that day.

He thinks you don't notice, but the loving gaze he shoots your way when doing the most random things around the house is so soft, your heart stops every time (think of his lab coat groovy, that smile)

Like Azul, he's very keen on keeping you healthy. Along with a proper diet, he makes sure you take your daily supplements

But he turns a blind eye when you wish to indulge a liiiittle too much on that snack you adore

With his big appetite, it doesn't come as a surprise that he willingly subjects himself to your strange cravings

Jade is another one that accompanies you to each and every doctor's appointment. Is well read of what to expect in every month mark, so he asks the most questions to clear up any doubts you may have.

His eyes filled with tears when hearing your baby's heartbeat for the first time. Held your hand tightly and kiss your forehead so many times while you were in the ultrasound room

While he's patient, sometimes your mood swings also get him in a sour mood. Thankfully, he has a way to destress with his job and terrariums. It's not long into the day when he calls to apologize for any dumb things he said, and to make sure you're doing fine

Floyd sometimes tags along to your home. It's always 50/50 on what it'll be: nice funny harmony, or utter disastrous chaos that leaves you sobbing in your husband's arms.

Perhaps the one thing Jade dislikes of your pregnancy is ho hard it is for you to find a position to sleep in because your constant tossing and turning interrupts his sleep every time

Jade speaks to your bump in whispers. Likes to lay his head on your lap and talk to the baby. He tells stories of his childhood, tells the little one how much they're loved, and sometimes indulges in singing

He also likes to play classical music for your bun

The one thing he adores? Feeling your baby kick, it always lights up his face with a bright pointy smile

If you want maternity photos, Jade is quick to convince! He acts like it embarrasses him, but he does secretly want some nice pictures to commemorate this period in your lives (plus, Mama Leech wants some to display in her home!)

When you're in labor/the baby arrives

His mind is running a mile a minute. Excuse him is he calls you "hospital" instead of your name, everything's flashing before his eyes quicker than he can register.

Would crash the car into the entrance from how fast everything's happening, but he doesn't. He does carry you to the front desk and hurriedly pants "Spouse, baby, NOW! HELP!!"

For x or y reason, Jade ends up waiting to hear the news of you and the baby. He's not in the room with you. The whole time he's left alone, he's bouncing his feet and pacing back and forth. In a short moment of clarity, he dials up Azul and notifies him of the situation, asking the octomer to pass the information to his twin and parents.

With how long births are, it shouldn't be surprising to see Mama and Papa Leech, Floyd and Azul arrive at the hospital. However, with how worried and stressed he is right now, it does catch Jade by surprise.

This moment of uncertainty, of not being by your side, is the one time where the eel lets his emotions and thoughts go unfiltered.... which may provoke his twin a little. But it's exactly these small quarrels that snap sense into him and remind him that he should focus his attention on doctors and nurses for any possible news about you. They also help refresh and keep him awake

His mother and Azul are the most helpful, calming him down and quelling his anxieties about your and the baby's safety

The moment he sees the familiar face of one of the doctors that entered the same room as you, he's up and speedwalking to them.

As soon as the merman gets permission to see you, he's already making his way to you

Finally, he can rest and let it all out. There's visible tears flowing out his eyes and sobs coming out of him while he holds your little bundle of joy. Not even a thousand kisses are enough to show his gratitude to all that you've done for him

He was already in love with your baby the moment he laid eyes on them, but once their tiny hand wrapped around his finger.... HE WAS DONE FOR, THIS BABY WOULD BE SPOILED BY PAPA FOR ALL ETERNITY. In fact, it was this moment the one that made him ugly cry

His instincts got the best of him. Jade literally snapped around to bite his father and Floyd when they got a too close to the sleeping baby. By a miracle he allowed his mother coddle them for a split second. Can you blame the poor man? He's sleep deprived and stressed, cut him some slack

Once he got some rest, Jade was embarrassed by his words and actions, but oh well... The past is in the past

He adores spending time with your baby. Every time he's in charge of bathing them, he does the cutest babytalk. He lives to see them giggle and relax in the water

Feeding time is also one of his favorites, and you also enjoy it too. Jade is just wonderful when taking care of the baby, your heart swells and a smile reaches your lips (partly because he turns so silly to make the little one eat)

He is helpful when attending the child at night, but whenever he had a stressful day at work he pleads you to go and calm them down

Talking about stressful days, feel free to send him some selfies and pictures of your baby through the day. They surely will cheer him up a little while he works.

When your child starts attempting to talk, Jade will go along with it. He nods and answers attentively to anything your baby says

BONUS: At around 5 years of age, your kid turned into their merfolk form in the middle of bath time. They cried from panic while Jade had a proud smile on his face

🦈 Floyd Leech 💜

When you're pregnant

He takes a minute to process the news. Frankly, he's nervous about this big leap, but he's sure he wants to have kids with you. His excitement may be subdued at first, but you will see him throw more smiles and tender gazes your way within the following weeks

If you notice him spacing out during the first weeks, urge him to speak out. It will take many tries to get him to open up, but one night he goes to spoon you, hand carefully caressing your tummy. "I'm unsure... isn't this... too fast?"

Understand that his doubts are more about feeling unprepared (specifically him, he has no clue how to even begin preparing), not about not wanting to have kids. "Accidents happen, Floyd, we can't control every variable in our lives. We have one another, I'm certain that together we can do this."

"Plus, we can always consult your parents." Cue a groan from him, but soon after there was a smile

Slow but steady, Leech begins researching and reading up about parenting and pregnancy. Lemme tell ya, he's not looking forward to the mood swings. Sure enough, when they arrive, he handles them very poorly. At the end of every day, however, he hugs you close while in bed and asks for forgiveness through kisses to your back

He sometimes gets bored by all the technical talk your gynecologist speaks, but follows their orders to a T. They're the professional, he barely knows the surface of what your body's going through.

After being told that was the baby's heartbeat, Floyd's wide mismatched eyes remained glued to the monitor showing the silhouette of his little bun. Chills coursed through him and his eyes watered, heart leaping with joy.... It felt so strange, but he didn't wish this magical emotion to stop

He probably buys you one of those pill organizers with pretty colors so you know and he knows if you've taken your supplements

Whenever he has a very shitty day at work, being greeted by you waddling up to him due to your feet hurting from carrying the baby once he arrives home is the best. It makes him chuckle, but he soon drops down to place a kiss to your tummy to dispel any irritation you may feel his way after his small laugh

About work... Azul kinda lets him do as he pleases, he's aware there's no changing his decision. If he wants to skip half the shift to keep an eye on you, he allows it. But Floyd must heed important calls whenever he's summoned urgently.

Will ask to bath together. Intimate, soothing, and relaxing. Bathing with you while hugging you from behind to feel the bump reassures him you're both doing a good job so far, that there's nothing to fear

It's mainly in the few seconds before bedtime that he drops onto your lap to chat with the little one. Likes to hum melodies to the bump

He has a little game where he'll poke at your belly and wait to see if the baby kicks the spot he prodded

Sometimes, Azul pops up for a visit. Very calming to have the grey haired to talk to about emotional messes. Jade sometimes calls to make sure you're both fine and have everything you need. If he visits, they're short and to the point.

Maternity photoshoot?? Nah, he'll pass.... but if you are stubborn and very insistent, he relents. You better not send them to his parents behind his back (but you totally do, of course).

When you're in labor/the baby arrives

You want chaos? Because you definitely got chaos! Don't get me wrong, Floyd is actually doing a tremendously amazing job carrying your bag and yourself to the car. He's actually driving superb while reminding you to take repeat the breathing exercises you were taught. It's just...... the other people's slow pace and stupidity the ones making him yell profanities

Absolutely throws his signature crazed look at the first nurse he finds when asking, no, demanding help

That crazed look was reason enough to keep him out of the room you'd be in, his consequent aggressiveness after given the news is an even grater reason. If you can muster it, tell him you will be okay and to trust the doctors.

Sits on the closest waiting space to your room. Probably goes up to a bending machine and punches it a couple times to release some of the tension (he got a free snack, too)

Now it's when the nervousness settles in. He's so afraid at having you and his child away from him, he's worried about everything. May shed a couple tears of frustration, fear, and stress. His instincts tell him to protect you even if he knows there's nothing to protect you from, you're in a hospital for goodness sake!

That's when he calls Jade for comfort, and soon after dials his mother. It's her voice the one that helps him break through the confusing fog in his mind to go back and sit as close to your room as he can

Probably ends up stress eating everything in that vending machine he punched as he waits for any news about you and the baby He's munching on the last bit of a candy bar when a new one crosses his field of vision. It's Jade, with a bag full of treats, and some much needed water. Azul's beside his twin

It feels strange, but Floyd feels very vulnerable and needs the familiarity both of them bring. He lets his head fall on Jade's shoulder, which the twin takes as cue to hug him by placing an arm around his shoulders. Azul kneels in front of him and asks "How are you feeling, Floyd?"

"Scared.... and alert. Like I need to protect them, but... I know they're safe." He probably ends up crying a little more right then. After being calmed down by Azul, he probably sleeps for 10 minutes

Wakes up to find his mother replacing Jade by his side, and his dad is also with them now. Definitely feels much better after some shut eye and after seeing he's now surrounded by familiar faces

When he hears his name be called out by the doctor, he's immediately shooting up and throwing questions at the doc. Thankfully, the professional firmly states everything went swimmingly and he can now see you.

Will you look at that? TWO little babies are waiting to meet him!

You're holding one, and the second cutie is placed in his arms and.... There come the waterworks again It was such a natural reaction, he had no time to try and suppress it. Not like he would've wanted to, but the way you "aww"ed at him made him feel a little embarrassed

The twin in his arms reached out and tugged his black strip of hair after it tickled their face, Floyd couldn't help giggle

He can't lie, his arms were shaking the whole time he held the little one. He was scared of hurting them...or dropping them

He wonders how everyone missed the elusive second baby, but he's so happy!! He has two cute kids!! Oh, you're such a wonderful and strong parent! You carried their weight combined and powered through the pregnancy just like that!

He really wants to climb into your bed and hold you so close, but he knows you need rest. Settles for peppered kisses all over your face while uttering "I love you, thank you" in between

While his instincts do tell him to chase away the "dangerous" males away from his newborn kids, Floyd does let his father get close and look at the babies along with his mom. Jade and Azul are a different story, however, he growled at them.

Like Jade, Floyd loves spending time with his twins! His top fav is bathing the twins because he's always eager to see if they will turn into merfolk (spoilers: they do!! And quite early! A few months after their 1st birthday!)

Another thing he loves doing is laying a blanket on the floor and watching his cuties play with their toys and giggle at each other

He tried their baby food once and decided to make homemade baby food from then on. He says he wants his little ones to taste only good things since those prepackaged stuff taste terrible. Just keep an eye on his spice use.

Night necessities are your task though, he does not take kindly to being interrupted in his sleep

He likes reenacting baby photos of him and Jade with his babies

Once his kids get the hang of their mer-form, most of your vacations will be under the sea~

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