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huskersbooze · 29 days

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Sick

Alastor x Reader

Summary : You get sick and Alastor keeps you company <3

Warnings : Swearing(lots of it)

Pairings : Alastor x F!Reader (M!Reader here)

Additional Tags : ALASTOR POV CUZ YES. Sick reader, implied relationship, h/c, fluff, comfort

Word count : 1.01k

“Hey, you alright, kid?” Husk tilts his head to the side, wiping down the last glass of the day.

You don’t respond. Instead, you’re staring off into the distance, dozing off in your own world.

“Kid?”

“Huh? What?” You finally snap out of your thoughts.

“Geez, ya’ look like hell.” Husk acknowledges. “Are you sick?”

“I don’t know.” You shrug. “I don’t think so?”

“Go rest. I’ll work alone today.”

“What? No! I’m fine I swear-” Before you’re able to finish your sentence, Husk flips you off.

“Bullshit. Go find your radio boyfriend.”

“Don’t bullshit me-”

You try arguing but Husk only smirks when he catches a glimpse of Alastor who’s appeared right behind you.

“Well, I just did.” He says. “Now stop being so stubborn.”

“I’m not being stubborn I-”

You feel a hand being put to your forehead and try to fight back, only to realise it was Alastor.

“High fever.” He lets go. “You’re being stubborn.”

“Oh, fuck you, Al.”

“We’ll fuck when you’re better, darling.”

You blush. Alastor grins. Husk tries to hold in a laugh but ultimately fails.

“You’re sick and you need rest, my dear. Come along.”

“I’m fine-”

Alastor can only sigh, picking you up as you yelp.

“This is completely, and utterly, your fault single-handedly.” He smiled as you pouted. “You're very much welcome, darling.”

“Whatever.”

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You managed to escape Alastor as he leaves to mess with Vox. (Ep2 lmao)

Upon returning to the bar, Husk was not pleased to see your ass out of bed, emphasising on how important sleep was to someone sick.

You couldn’t care less.

Though, after wiping down a few more bottles with him, your eyes doze off and your eyelids feel droopy.

“Kid?”

The world spins and fades away.

“Fuck! Kid, ya’ alright?! Alastor!”

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[Alastor’s pov]

I heard a little groan as my eyes widened.

"Darling." I whispered, hoping not to startle her.

"Al..?" She breathed out.

"Good morning." I joked, though so grateful she was now awake.

"Wha.. What time is it?" She asked, struggling to get up.

"Be careful." I ushered, helping her sit. "I'm not so sure myself. It's very late at night."

"Where am I?" She asked, finally waking up as she stopped slurring through her words.

"My room. ‘I’m not sick’ my arse." I replied.

"Oh. Well, I guess you and Husk were right. I just thought I was a little sick." She murmured.

"You are sick." I replied. "Just worse than you expected."

"Real humorous, Al." She gave a small, yet weak, giggle.

Silence filled the air between us, and we didn't say anything else after that. That was, until she gave a small sneeze. I could tell she tried to suppress it, but seeing it was late at night and so quiet, it was hard not to notice.

"Are you cold?" I asked. I could barely make out the silhouette of her nodding lightly. Without hesitating, I took off my coat and handed it over to her. "Better?"

"A lot. Thanks, Al." She replied. After another few seconds of silence, she spoke up once more. "Why aren’t you asleep?"

"You do remember your dear partner does not need, nor does he enjoy, sleep?"

"Excuse, excuses." She joked, earning a chuckle from me.

"I can't really sleep now." She suddenly says out of nowhere. One thing I really like about this girl, she says the most random things in the most random situations. "Could we do something else?"

"Are you trying to get me killed?" I laughed. "You need to rest."

"I'm aware. That's the initial plan, anyways." She joked. At least, I hoped she was joking.

"You sneaky little deer."

"Yes. That's me. Hello." She replied, sitting on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed as she proceeded to look at me in the dark room. “Besides, it’s not like anyone here at the Hotel is actually powerful enough to kill you.”

"Very well, then. What do you have in mind?"

“Some jazz and cuddles would be nice.”

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She chokes on another cough.

"Are you sure you're alright? You should really rest in such vulnerable state."

"I'm," Another cough. "Fine. I swear."

"If you insist."

After a while, I turned to face her, worried she wasn't enjoying herself anymore, only to find her sound asleep, clinging lightly to my shirt. See? I told you were sleepy. You just refused to listen to me. I stopped and watched the girl, moving little by little, afraid of waking her up.

She looked so peaceful. Though, it wouldn't be the first time I find her sleeping in my presence. I tugged a small strand of hair behind her ear as she shifted a little. I immediately paused. Shit, had I woken her? Though she soon returned to her slumber and she curled up into a ball in front of me.

I suppose this would suffice.

"Goodnight, darling." I whispered softly, laying next to her in the bed. "See you in the morning."

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[2nd person]

You awoke early in the morning, feeling well rested. Your bed was awfully more comfortable than you had remembered. You sat up and rubbed your eyes, finally opening them for the first time, only to find that you weren't in your own room. It took you a while to let things simmer in.

That's when you heard snoring next to you.

You turned to find the Radio Demon cuddled into a ball next to you in bed sleeping oh so soundly. The poor man probably hadn't had sleep in days. Before you could process what was happening, you checked the time and realized you had to be back at the bar for work in 5 minutes. Not wanting to wake Alastor up, you left him a quick note to thank him and left.

----

The whole day passed and you never caught sight of Alastor. After closing the bar, you headed to Alastor’s room,hoping to find him there.

You stop at his door and break out a tiny laugh.

On the door, a rushed sign saying — Sick. Keep out.

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looking4userthatworks · 2 months

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Being sick

Rottmnt edition

Romantic relationship not established yet

Raph

♡ would most likely be upset hearing the news, but after some thinking, I would take it as an opportunity to hang out with you

♡ Comes over to your place with groceries for chicken soup as much as he likes hanging out with you while you sick he's determined to get you feeling better

♡ Doesn't let you get up for anything for the reason being 'that he can get it for you'

♡ Plays music to help you sleep he says he'll wake you up when the soups done </3

♡ Check up on you he's just want to make sure you are resting

♡ Very worried mother vibes ngl

Leo

◇ as soon as you let him, you were sick he portals into your room with the sick day essentials like medicine, tea ingredients, etc.

◇ teases you about it but don't get him wrong he is still very much concerned about your health but he just won't let it show

◇ if you got house chores, expect them to ether be put off due to your sickness or done by none other than Nardo himself shock 😱😱😱

◇ If you have homework, hell, TRY to ether help you get it done or see if he can do it himself more often them not he just gets Donnie to do it

◇ instead of letting you rest he likes to keep you up to talk to him if he's gonna take care of you he might as well hang out with you

◇ if you do somehow manage to fall asleep, he'll probably end up leaving you alone, only entering your room to either check up on you or let you know the tea is done just like Raph</3

Donnie

Would come over at a time that's convenient for both of you most likely

When he does come over however he wears a mask and gloves can't be too safe after all

While preparing you medicine he'd give you a lecture about the cons of getting sick and the effects it has on your health and more importantly grades etc. and how to take care of yourself because he not always gonna be there to aid you thats a lie he'll always be there he just hates seeing you sick

The one and only time he actually does your homework is because you need your rest

Will absolutely NOT let you get up so your basically bed ridden the whole time

Other little head cannon, after you're done being sick, he'll enforce a schedule for a bit just to ensure you don't get sick as much and that you learned your lesson

Mikey

☆Your one and only person chef

☆ Makes you anything you want as long as you finish your soup

☆ Puts on something to watch while he's cooking, and he doesn't want you to get bored prob Lou Jitsu

☆ Although he doesn't like seeing you sick he think you look absolutely adorable all huddled up in those blankets!

☆ Cuddle time! It doesn't matter that your sick he's supposed to be a mutant warrior ment to end human kind right? So Draxum must have ensured that they have a strong immune system!!!

☆ He is also like a housewife in a sense? He basically makes sure your plants are watered trash is thrown out and the tissue box is always refilled

☆ This man expects nothing in return except quality time with you HES SO POOKIE

Srry if this was sort or bad this is my 1st time writing hcs 4 the turtles so please have patience with me!!! criticism is very much welcome just don't be 2 mean abt it ya know?

#rottmnt x reader #rottmnt x y/n #rottmnt x you #donatello x reader #donnie x reader #rise leo x reader #leo x reader #mikey x reader #platonic rottmnt #rottmnt headcanons #raph x reader #rise donnie x reader

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twisted-sickfics · 2 months

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hi friends! here’s my first fic on this blog, i hope i do it justice! and thanks sm to the anon who sent in this request, i hope you enjoy! <3 now here’s 1.8k of sick sneezy alastor

It’s not exactly out of the ordinary for no one to have eyes on Alastor for quite some time, however it seems that he’s been missing from the hotel for nearly the entire day now.

“I’m just saying, it’s odd,” Charlie explains to a very uninterested Vaggie. It seems not everyone harbors the same worry in their heart for one of Hell’s Overlords. “We’d usually see him around, like, once or twice! Now it’s just radio silence. Literally.”

“I’m sure he’ll turn up soon enough,” Vaggie says with a lot less concern about the situation than her girlfriend. “It’s not exactly odd for that creepy fucker to go lurking around. I give him a day until he’s back.”

If only that were actually the case and Alastor were truly gallivanting around all of Hell without a care in the world. Instead, it seems he’s found himself in a rather unamusing predicament.

“Ḧ̸̳́̽͛̂̒̾̃̍͗̄̋͘’̷͍̹͇͉̓̀D̶̟̺͑̌̆̇̀̓̊̾̉̃̑̍͛̚͠Z̸͈̖̪̝̪̪͉̜͗́͆͌̒̋́̓̂͛͝͠Z̷̡̗̘̼̜̞̲͈̣͖̦͖͘Z̸̢̧̼͓̤̝̺̤̗̼̀̆ͅH̷̢̪̥͙̟̭̺̭̖͍̯̪̉!̶̢͖̳̙̦̙̗̩͍̟͌̃̌̉͒͑͗͜͜”̴̡̫͈̹̳̺̩͍̟̾̽̍͜͝͠

The sound of feedback in his ears makes Alastor wince, but luckily no one seems to be around to have seen that moment of weakness. Not that any lesser soul unfortunate enough to cross his path and witness the sorry state he’s in can’t simply be extinguished with minimal effort, he would still prefer to get to Rosie’s as soon as possible.

And hopefully his nose will stop buzzing when he’s there.

The residents of Cannibal Town know better than to greet Alastor with anything other than the utmost respect, but they aren’t ones to unnecessarily fall at the feet of a more powerful being. For that, Alastor is actually grateful for.

Getting to Rosie’s Emporium is easier said than done, but no one other than himself needs to know that. Not even Rosie. Unfortunately, even an Overlord of Hell isn’t immune to catching a terrible cold, but it’s making his muscles ache and he feels distinctly weak.

Weak

If there’s one person he knows for sure won’t take advantage of his misery, it’s Rosie. Their relationship has always been a special one, helping each other out whenever need be with very few strings attached for such powerful beings. Compared to other favors he’s had to ask, this one is particularly benign.

The first challenge that presents itself are the other patrons of Rosie’s Emporium who currently have no idea they are on one of the Overlords of Hell’s hit list right now. “Oh my goodness, Alastor! It’s lovely to see you here dearie!”

A warm welcome. One that would be much appreciated if Alastor didn’t need the patrons out yesterday. “Yes, yes, I thought I’d pay a visit to my good friend. There’s something I’d like to talk about if you’d lend me an ear—not literally this time, I’m afraid!”

Rosie laughs at the joke, but Alastor can already tell she’s picked up on his unusual behavior if his disheveled (by his standards) appearance wasn’t already enough to go by. “Alastor, dear, I always have time for you. Let me just finish up with a few customers and we can get right away, how’s about that?”

Alastor can already feel the buzzing sensation in his nose getting more intense by the minute. If he doesn’t get away soon, he’s going to—

“Well, then I hope you don’t mind if I take a bit of a look around the store while I wait. I must say, it’s been quite some time since I’ve last paid you a visit! Toodle loo!”

It’s rushed and worse than the usual quick-witted response Alastor could give on the spot, but the last thing he’s going to do is show any kind of weakness in front of a bunch of patrons. If word got out about the Radio Demon being brought down by a silly cold, he’ll never be able to live that down. He can always get rid of one or two unsuspecting passersby in the exact right place and time to witness Alastor’s downfall, but even he can hardly control the spread of gossip amongst an entire town. That’s more in line with the Vees’ skill set.

Quickly, he finds an unoccupied bathroom and ensures that no one is within earshot.

“H̶̬̮̻͔̯̥̤̪́̑͋͋͜Ḩ̸̧̡͈̖̹͇̜̤͍̗͇̻͂̓͛̃͆͝͠’̸̣̺̯̲͍̞͕̳̣̯̿̅̅͛̒N̶͉̺͖̯̟͇͉͎̣̈́̄̋̊̒̄͐͆G̶̛̭͇̪͍̬̳̼̦̎̈́͜K̸̛̛̪̞̉̇͆̿͝͝T̵̲̤͔̈́͂! H̷̭̳̤̗̻͙̀͆̉̓͋͋͑̕͠Ȟ̵̰̥̲̳̱́̍͜͜’̷͇͕͙̰͓̪̭̞͎̋̀͜D̸̢̡̛͇̜̪̱͖̥̝̯̱̃̀́̉̄͜͝Ź̶͇͎̠̟̹̫͈͌̿͒̓͋̈́̃̆̃̿͑̚͠Z̵̧͉͓̔͐́̀͐̈́̋͛Z̶̲̬̠̠͎̩͒̆̎̄̃̿̄̒͆̇̉̓̎͠Ḩ̴̢̢̛͈̔̋͗̈̊̎̀̎̀̎͌̂͝͝! H̶̡̨̠̮͉̱͕̜̼̱̬̫̲̽̀̂̀͆͐͜H̵̨̛̗̘̹͚̰̝̬̱͐̾͌̓͑̔͊̆͊͌͐̕͝͝’̶̨͕̗͙̝͕̯̬̯̮̹͛̎͘T̴̡͖̳̱̟̫̫̰̀̂͂̃̀͋͂̕͠ͅS̴͓̘̪̫̼͉̻͈̰̟̈̀̊̍̿̀̓̋͋͛̀͌͝Ḫ̷̙̩̦̤̞͇̟̘̐̐̇͒̀́̈́̑̔̀̏̂͝͠͝H̶̤̺̣̾̃́̆͑̿̃ͅ!”

The buzzing is incessant and the faint sound of radio static begins to fill the bathroom, a true testament to his lack of control. It shouldn’t be this way, he should be better-composed. He’s supposed to be indestructible, infallible, and completely immune to any kind of illness as silly as a cold.

Unfortunately, however, Hell just doesn’t work like that.

“Ugh…”

His head pounds and he’s begging to feel dizzy. Thankfully, there are worse places to pass out than in the bathroom of a trusted friend’s place, but he has a feeling his pride won’t allow him to do even that. There’s no way he’s going to show weakness, even to himself if he can help it.

Blowing his nose alleviates some of the pressure in his head as well as the sound of radio static in the room, but it doesn’t get rid of the incessant buzzing in his nose. He has a feeling that’s probably going to stick around for a while, as annoying as it is.

That’s when he hears the bathroom door open despite him being completely certain that he’d locked it. “Oh, Alastor, dear, you could’ve just told me you weren’t feelin’ well.”

At least it’s just Rosie. Some of the tenseness in his shoulders relaxes at that. He puts a smile back on his face and turns to face her with the little amount of dignity he still has left. “It seems that even Overlords can be brought down by a simple cold, I’m afraid,” he admits in a joking manner, not willing to admit how terrible he truly feels. “Do be careful, I would hate for you to catch something because of me.”

“Nah, that’s not somethin’ you have to worry your pretty little head about, darling,” Rosie says instead, not willing to accept Alastor playing this off. “Just trust me. I can shut down the shop for the day and make you some nice tea to help with that throat’a yours.”

That’s…nice. As much as Alastor would hate to admit weakness, there’s something about being offered a warm cup of bitter tea when he feels like collapsing on his feet right now. “How could I ever turn down an offer as generous as that? I think I’ll join you for some tea and conversation.”

The “conversation” part is ballsy, even for him, considering he isn’t sure how much longer he can go without sneezing. The buzzing in his nose is continuing to bug him even after he blew his nose. But being cared about tea sounds too nice to turn down.

The shop looks much different without the hustle and bustle of busy Cannibal Town residents. For Hell, Rosie has always managed to keep the place is relatively high spirits, a true feat for anyone unlucky enough to be down here.

“H̵̩̄̾̚͘̚H̴̨̞̥̾͊́’̷̱͓̰́̓͋̀̂D̸͎̱͌͑́͠T̴̜̚C̸̢̛̲̮͙̪̈́̋͗͜Ḩ̴̯̼̭̯͚̐͝!”

Great, now the static is back. And Rosie heard him.

His mask is slipping.

“Goodness, I apologize,” he says, trying to act as unbothered as possible. He can’t tell if Rosie is buying it or not since her back is turned to him, making tea. He grabs his handkerchief and rubs at his nose, hoping that will alleviate some of the annoying buzzing.

“You don’t need to act all tough around me,” Rosie chastises. “Haven’t we known each other for long enough by now? No one else is here right now. You can let your guard down, I’ve got you.”

As reassuring as that is (Rosie’s care is a good one to be in), Alastor isn’t sure he can let himself relax like that. He’s never done it before and he isn’t sure he can do it now, even with aches and soreness all over.

“You do have a way of seeing through everyone, don’t you?” Alastor says, finally letting his guard down. His voice is less animated and his ears begin to droop slightly. Anyone else would take this as an immediate sign to attack the Radio Demon, but not Rosie. Rosie is a friend. Rosie is safe.

“Here you go,” she says, sliding over a hot cup of black tea with no sugar. “That should help with your throat if it isn’t already hurting. But I have a feeling it is and you’re just not tellin’ me.”

“Oh Rosie, do tell me how it feels to be right all the time, hm?” Alastor jests. He didn’t realize how much his throat was actually hurting until he takes the first sip of tea. He tries to stifle the cough that ensues behind a fist, but an unsettling staticky sound emerges anyway.

“It feels lovely, darlin’,” Rosie quips. “But it sounds like your throat doesn’t. I really feel for you—getting sick while also bein’ in Hell? What kinda shitty luck is that?” She bursts into boisterous laughter, which Alastor doesn’t exactly appreciate but lets slide.

“I’ve had worse days, but this one is the shittyhh—

Ḩ̷̰͍̹̖̮̟͂̍͑̒̄Ḥ̸̨̯̥͕̣͙̯̠̳̘͇̀̋̄̂͒́̑͘͜͝’̸̡̡̮͔̪̰̼̖͉̝͈̝̃͗̅͋͗̓͛͌͝E̸̤̦̱͓̭͉͇̠͚͂̽̏̎͌͑̀̋̀͂̕̚͝͠͝D̷̢͎̭͙̹̙̖̭̣̣̮͖̰͖̆̚Ż̶̧̨͖̭͕͉͇̩͉̰͙͍͍̰̥̂́̉͌Z̵̳̲̝̱̦̻͙̰͕̭̪̯͗̈̋̑̍̅̓̌̆̀̔̇͜S̴̨̢̢̛̲̦͔̠͔̻̯̼̥͆ͅH̵͎͋̽̀̅̄̕Û̸̢̩̝͕̾̈́̓͂̽̀̓̉̚! Ugh, ‘scuse mbe. Well, I suppose

there’s certainly no way I can broadcast in this condition, now is there?” Might as well rest here and recuperate before heading back to the hotel, he thinks to himself, especially if Rosie is being so amenable. Wouldn’t want to face her wrath if I tried to walk out of here like this, either.

He can feel his ears drooping at this point, but he doesn’t have the energy or the necessity to keep them pointed upright. Hopefully no sneaky lesser demons are lurking around looking for pictures but Alastor is still confident in his abilities to detect any foul presences, even battling one of the worst colds of his life.

“How’s that hotel business going these days? The princess and her friends still up to their little shenanigans?” Rosie asks, trying to make conversation. Alastor thinks he still has enough energy left for that.

“Always,” he responds, the plastered smile on his face suddenly feeling slightly more genuine. “But it can be such a headache. There’s no way I could possibly be there now, imagine the migraine I would get in my state.” It’s certainly not because the thought of being doted on makes his cold, shriveled heart do funny things inside his chest.

“Just don’t stay here too long,” Rosie suggests. “Of course you’re welcome to stay as long as you’d like, dear, but I’m sure the residents would miss you dearly if you were gone more than a few days. It’s just a matter of time before one of them comes looking for you, you know.”

That, he knows too well. He can practically hear Charlie worrying all the way from the hotel lounge. But there’s no way he can show vulnerability around any of them.

Not yet.

“I’ll make sure to recover quickly, then,” Alastor says, sipping on his tea cup. “Give them nothing to worry about. I’ll be back in no tihh… no time—

“Ḩ̴̤͓̫̖͇̤͊̂́͜H̵̢̢̤̺̩̟̖͍̩̹̗̠̑̈́̈́̀͌͑̾̊͝ͅ’̸͇̈̑͒Ë̶̮̝̗͕͖̳͇̗͕̼̬͖́̐͑̈͋̒̀̄̉̈́̒̾̚͘T̵̛̗͚̰̱̭̘͉̯̝̈́̀̂̏̍̽͋͘͝S̴̡̙̺͎̬̱̘̈̅̏́̇ͅS̴̭̥̑̉̂͛̂̾̏̂̾͗Ḣ̵̢̢̞͕̹̰̯̟̰̯̠̖͕͔̀U̸̮͌͆́̏̂̎̏͝͠! Ȟ̴̱’̵̧̛̘́̏͑̌̔̅̑̀͒͂̽͗̃̄H̴̛͙̮͈̠̻̝̱͖̺̺̺͉̩͙̲̆̒́͆̃̂̕͜Ả̷͉̫̘͋̃̋̽̂͂̆̽̏̍̐̾͌̕͜͝Z̵̧̡̠̻̥̲̙͇̙̠͋͌͛̈́͐͋͊͆̔͆͗͒̍͝Z̶̢͚͓͒̆̈́͊̈̑͠ͅZ̶͉̠̗͇̥̰͎̰̱͙͉̱̜̳̣̉̒̌́̓̓͋̚͠H̸̬͓͚̻͖̣̙̬͌̈́̈́͒͌̒̍̒̌̕͠Ủ̶̧̜̱̺̘̖͖̣̣̙͇̩̣͉̄ͅ! Ḥ̴̨̼̣̩̰͓̗̞̜̘͖̱̊̍͜͝È̵̟͒̄͝’̵̙̱̻̥̼̥̹͈̎̈͋̔̅̋̿̓̔͘͜͜Ḍ̷̠̤͕̞̻̟̻͓̜̱̱̃̊̀̎̈́̓̍̇̏͂̚̕Z̸̡̜͈̝̖̈́͊̾̐̓̾̈̽̎̌̍͛̑̕̚̕Z̶̺̣̯̺̫͇̈́̒̇͒̇͆̄̓̅͋̒H̸̨̡̜̳̜̜̣̤̮̉̏̇̿͌̈́̈́́̅̊̒͂͆̇͝Ứ̵̡̙̮͍̣̼̹̠̞̣͕̇̂̑̄̑̔̑̋̎͛̚͝ͅ!”

That damned buzzing in his nose! If it were an enemy, he would be able to eliminate them in nanoseconds. But even the great Alastor can’t fight off a cold without rest and relaxation.

Thankfully, he can get plenty of it at Rosie’s.

#snz #sickfic #snez #snzfic #snzblr #snzario #snz kink #snz blog

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v3nusxsky · 1 year

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Can I request a Larissa weems x genderfluid reader.

R is also a shape shifter and ends up screwing Larissa on one of their masc days however neither of them realise that r can get Larissa pregnant. So a couple months later when Larissa starts getting morning sickness it leads to an oh shit moment between the two and they both start freaking out about knowing nothing about kids. Marilyn finds them freaking out and reminds them that their both idiots cause they've dedicated their lives to teaching/guiding outcast children and have been acting parents to them for years.

Hey my dear anon! I tried my best with this please let me know if something doesn’t fit the gn r role. It’s my first time writing for that and I don’t have much experience but I’m hoping my research has helped some.

Could we be mothers

*Authors note~ this is my first attempt at a fic like this so please let me know if there's anyways I could improve for the future also would like to dedicate this to my favourite couple who helped me to accept myself. for who I am and wish their newborn daughter E.R.H on the 5•03•23! A very happy welcome to the world little one <3 she’s absolutely gorgeous and a sign that anyone can be a parent as long as they have love and care in their hearts*

Trigger warnings~ pregnancy wlw pregnancy ?mentions of smutt

Prompt~ see the ask^^

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Gender always seemed like a funny concept to you. One you had battled with for so many years. Yet not only did you have to battle with accepting yourself, you had to battle with the acceptance of others. Ultimately that was the worst part. Knowing not everyone would accept you for yourself was ultimately heartbreaking. You spent years being misgendered and called some of the most hateful names by some of the people who were meant to love and care for you the most.

That's why when you met the goddess of a women that was Larissa Weems, you felt as if the lords above had blessed you with your very own angel. Someone to love, hold and cherish you for who you truly were. Larissa will always be a dream come true for you. She loved you like no other ever had. You were learning what you should've learned years ago, what love actually felt like. Your ability and your gender were just two of the reasons you had been through hell and back. The fact that Larissa was also a shape shifter took that fear away. Then she was the most accepting over your gender, even helping you pick out some more masculine looking clothes for the days you didn't feel comfortable in your body.

Your relationship with Larissa is quite simply amazing, in every single aspect, the fact you could shift parts of your body made certain aspects of the relationship so much more interesting. It allows you to feel everything just as a typical cis man would. That made it even more special knowing you were both able to enjoy the act. Plus you didn't have to worry about pregnancy. That's a win win right? Well that's what you thought.

Larissa had called you into the bathroom sounding absolutely terrified, instantly you were up and racing to join her. She had curled herself up into a ball against the wall, head resting on her knees as she sobbed quietly. Something was wrong. "Ris?" You murmured taking in the scene in front of you. All she did was hand you a little white test. A test? You glanced down at the test, it had two blue lines. Immediately your brain recognised what was happening. But it can't? Surly? How could this happen? I mean you knew how but how exactly.

You made your way to gather Larissa in your arms, externally seeming calm and collected but internally you were freaking out. Could you be a parent? A mom? Or dad? What would you even prefer to be? Larissa would be a stunning mother, you knew that. You saw how she doted on the students, loving and supporting them every day. But you? How could you be a good parent when you had no experience in the matter. Your own childhood wasn't a great one, could you be any different?

What did a baby even need? Would you hold it correctly? What if it was a boy? How would you explain things typically a father would? Neither of you had any experience with babies. Both having your own set of challenges, yet this child would be yours and Larissa's. They would be absolutely stunning you knew that. There was no doubt they would be the most perfect baby to ever exist and oh so loved. But sometimes loving someone means letting them go. If you didn't feel like you could be a good parent then why would you subject an innocent child to an inadequate parent?

Little did you know Larissa was having similar thoughts and the thoughts of guilt. Would you stay with her? Would you be mad? Would you blame her? Or worse would you think she had cheated? Obviously you would never assume that, you knew how much she loves you. You lost count of how long you sat together, holding each other and reassuring the other that you weren't mad or leaving.

Marilyn had been searching for Larissa, school related issue, yet she seemed to come up empty handed so made her way to your private quarters. Neither of you had heard her entrance to the room and she didn't call out, absolutely stuck in your own world. It was a gasp that drew your attention, Marilyn stood with a big smile, spotting the little white test. You glanced between her and Larissa and shook your head in a silent cue. Marilyn understood instantly that you were both doubting yourself and abilities. She instantly began showering you with praises and kind words. Truly she knew you both would be amazing parents to this little one.

"Y/n, Larissa, this baby will be so loved you don't have to worry, I see you both with the students here. You love, support and cherish them. Many of the students view you as chosen family. And I know that because they have told me. In fact a few have even slipped calling you mum or dad when referring to you. And having a little one of your own, both of you, will be the most precious gift. So how about we stand up wipe our tears so I can congratulate two of the most amazing friends I have." Her tone leaving no room for argument and you couldn't help but laugh pulling Larissa to her feet gently. You both really were being silly, of course you would be amazing parents and this baby would be so very loved. You would stand by Larissa every day and raise your baby together in a home, well school, filled with love.

Word count ~ 1129

#fanfic #larissa weems #wednesday netflix #gwendoline christie #larissa x reader #principal larissa weems #principleweemsxreader #principal weems #larissa x you #Larissa x gn reader #larissa weems x reader #principal larissa weems x reader #thanks anon!#anon response #anon request #send anons #anons welcome

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anxiouscowboy · 2 months

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How the Trio would take care of you when you're sick/injured

They're nursing you back to health, not because they care about you (they totally don't, wink wink) but because you have information they need and if you die, well, they're out of some sweet, sweet money.

Blondie

Oh boy, here he goes again.

Nurse mode activated.

For someone who makes a living off of violence, he's one tender SOB.

Like...

He dips a washcloth in cool water and places it on your forehead to give you some relief from your fever.

Because he remembers how nice it felt when the brothers did the same thing for him when he was on death's door.

It's new to him---relating to someone.

It's for that very reason that he gives you an extra pillow.

And pulls your blanket up when you start to shiver.

And makes sure to lift your head when it's time to give you your medicine.

He dresses your wounds with care, having dressed many of his own.

He sleeps in the chair in your room in case you stir...after all, you might mumble something about the money in your sleep...he wouldn't want to miss that.

Totally not because he's worried about you or anything.

One morning you wake up with your fever completely gone, your pain a hell of a lot more manageable, and Blondie's nowhere to be seen.

He's left you enough medicine to get you to the next town and a bottle of whisky.

You wonder if you talked in your sleep or if he's just giving you some time to breathe.

Either way, you're screwed. Eternally grateful, but undoubtedly screwed. <3

Angel Eyes

Oh, he hates you.

At least before, you were a formidable enemy, someone he could respect and even tolerate but now?

You're lying there half-dead and helpless and it's pathetic.

He can't get an ounce of information out of you like this!

How dare someone else (nearly) mortally wound you? That's his job!

He kind of sulks about it honestly.

He only knows how to hurt people, he's never had to heal one before.

But he has to, so he does, and as with all of his "jobs", he sees this one through.

He actually turns out to be an incredible doctor!?

Granted, one with sociopathic tendencies, BUT STILL!

He has you on a strict schedule and gives you your medicine and changes your bandages day and night without fail.

He sends some of his cronies into town to get new supplies whenever he runs out.

When your fever breaks and you wake up to see Angel Eyes standing over you, you're understandably terrified.

But he's just kind of like "welcome back loser" (in other words) and leaves you be for the time being.

He tries to act like nothing happened but you know he saved your life and he knows you know.

So you both go back to trying to kill each other. <3

Tuco

Tuco is many things, but a doctor is not one of them.

That being said, he's nothing if not resourceful.

Up until now, you've been Tuco's map and confidant and there's no way he's letting your sorry ass die on him now.

So he rolls up his sleeves and gets to work.

He gathers wild herbs and grinds them into a poultice like once saw Pablo do.

He gives you sips of water from his canteen as well as whiskey for the pain.

He talks to you the entire time, telling you long-winded stories of his former misdemeanors misadventures.

Sometimes he's cussing you out for being so careless and getting yourself hurt, sometimes he's praying to the Lord to heal you.

But talking isn't nearly as fun without you telling him to shut up, so after a few days of this, he goes quiet.

At first he thinks only of the gold and what he'll do with it when the two of you finally dig it up.

Delicious food, good strong whiskey, new boots, a new hat, shiny new pistols, beautiful women...

And then he thinks about his mother and father and the little house he grew up in, about the Mission of San Antonio, about Pablo and what he's doing now.

He wonders if you have any family.

He wonders why he never asked.

He impatiently waits for your condition to improve so that he can beat the shit out of you.

When your fever finally breaks, he's there by your side, smiling infuriatingly at you.

You're not sure if you should punch him or thank him for saving your life, so you do both. <3

#the dollars trilogy #the good the bad and the ugly #blondie #angel eyes #tuco ramirez #clint eastwood #lee van cleef #eli wallach #the man with no name #sergio leone #ennio morricone #cowboyblogging

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gaymansruse · 2 years

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𝒇 𝒓 𝒂 𝒈 𝒊 𝒍 𝒆 𝒕 𝒉 𝒐 𝒖 𝒈 𝒉 𝒕 𝒔 || 𝘦.𝘮

Eddie Munson x gn! reader Summary → Being Eddie's best friend and having a crush on him is tough. What happens when he asks out Chrissy and you feel a bit jealous.

Word Count → 978 Requested → no Request Status → open

A/n || This isn't canon to the ST plot, Chrissy doesn't die, Eddie isn't considered a murderer [ he's still 'the freak' ]. I'm sorry if you don't like that, criticism is very much welcome. Also this is fairly short, and I might write a part 2. Happy reading! <3

➽─────────────────────────────────────────❥ You were currently sitting in the back of Eddie's van, smoking one of his pre-rolled joints that he had stashed as you waited for him to finish his latest drug deal.

You had been waiting there for him to finish up for about twenty minutes already, getting slightly bored you opened the door at the back of the van and started swinging your legs off the edge.

What the hell is taking him so long?

His deals took a while sometimes, but not like this. You were too cought up in your own thoughts to notice both the front seat doors had opened and not just Eddie, but Chrissy Cunningham hopped in too.

"Close the door will ya?" You heard Eddie say over his shoulder.

"You got it boss." You responded in a sarcastic tone. "So what's the cheer princess doing here?"

"She's not the cheer princess, be nice [y/n]. Anyway, we're going back to my place to get some of the stronger shit. I'll drop you off on our way there." Eddie said, making you slightly confused. You doubt Chrissy had ever done any sort of drugs in her life so why would she try and get the 'stronger shit'. Eddie knows not to push peoples limits with drugs, something else is up.

And not only that he's blowing you off to sell drugs to some priss.. Well you know she's actually really nice, but you were slightly annoyed, he's been blowing you off to do other things for the last two weeks now.

"I thought we were hanging out tonight?"

"Sorry dude, plans change. But we can hang out tomorrow, promise." Chrissy had stayed silent for that entire conversation, and Eddie had just started up the van.

The entire car ride was filled with Eddie trying to impress Chrissy, and Chrissy doing the hair twirl thingy and giggling. And you sat in the back, very awkwardly, waiting for your stop.

Eventually, you'se had reached your house. Very clumsily getting out the van and giving them a half hearted wave as you walked up the drive-way. Eddie didn't even honk his horn as a goodbye.

You walked into your house, kicking your shoes off and putting them on the rack near the door. You made your way to your room and jumped onto your bed, burying your face in your pillow.

Eddie likes Chrissy..

You should be happy for him, that's what really matters, that he's happy. But you couldn't help but feel a sort of pain, I mean you've liked him since you first talked to him on your first day of high school.

But you couldn't get yourself hung up on those thoughts, feeling sorry for yourself would do no good in this situation.

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You had fallen asleep after trying to deter your thoughts to something other than Eddie, but that didn't work very well and you were now dreaming about him being outside your window, knocking on the glass to get your attention.

You stared at him groggily, before getting up with your quilt wrapped around your body as you made your way to your window and opened it for him.

"C'mon dream Ed, s'cold out side, wouldn' want ya t'get sick." He very ungracefully made his way through and stumbled into your room.

"Dream Ed?" He questioned, seemingly confused. Of course he's confused, he's confused by everything so obviously he'd be confused in your dream.

"Yeah, y'dream Eddie, real Eds is off with Chrissy, prolly kissin' n' stuff." You answered casually.

"Ahh, okay. So real Ed is off kissing Chrissy, and what does dream Ed do?"

"Dream Ed is here t'taunt me about m'feelings." You kept slurring all your words in your sleepy state and Eddie found it quite adorable.

"May dream Eddie know what these feelings are about?"

"Must you?"

"If I say yes, does that mean you'll have to tell me?"

You groaned at him, very much not in the mood for this type of banter at the moment. you rubbed the sleep from your eyes to get more serious. "If I tell you, you can't tell real Eds what I told you. Pinky promise." You stuck your pinky finger out for him to lock his with.

"I wouldn't dream of it." He hooked his pinky finger with yours in an unspoken promise.

You cleared your throat as you prepared to tell him. "I have a wee bit of a crush on real Eddie, but he likes Chrissy, and I'm happy for him ya know? But I can't help feeling upset because I've liked him for like.. ever. And I know I should just get over my feelings and push it all aside, because he deserved to be happy and I can't provide that for him, not like Chrissy can at least. And she's so pretty and nice and-"

At this point Eddie could tell you were rambling, but he wasn't paying attention like he usually would, he was too caught up in the fact that you liked him. Yeah he liked Chrissy, thought she was sweet enough, but he was only showing off to her to try and get over you. But he wasn't gonna tell you that right now.

Not in your tired sleepy state, not when you can't even comprehend that he was really there and it wasn't a dream.

"[y/n] I think you should go to sleep, especially after telling me such a big secret after all."

"Yeah, yeah. I think you're right." You layed yourself down on your bed, still wrapped up in your quilt, eddie was sat at the edge of your bed, positioning your favourite stuffed teddy next to your head as you closed your eyes to sleep.

You could've sworn that as you driffed off to sleep dream eddie kissed your forehead, but that's impossible.

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#joseph quinn #joseph quinn stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson stranger things #joseph quinn x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x you #eddie the freak munson #stranger things season 4 #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x male reader #eddie munson x gn reader #eddie munson x female character #eddie munson x male oc #eddie munson x gender neutral reader #eddie munson x oc #eddie munson x original character

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milkiematcha · 2 years

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i love love love your work on jeno and these days i’ve been thinking abt perv!jeno as your boyfriend and how he’s actually such a sweet and loving bf but every once in a while he peaks in when you’re showering or flips your skirt just to see what underwear you’re wearing

(also you’re more than welcome to ignore this if it isn’t ur cup of tea!!!! i love yr writing tho hehe 🫶🏼)

thank you!! and i absolutely love this ask anon<33 i think this ties in a bit to male manipulator jeno, so if you want a rewrite without the manipulation-ish bits please tell me!!

jeno tried his best to be a nice boyfriend- he really did. flowers nearly every week, making sure you were always warm and well rested, hell, he even kept hair ties on his wrist just in case you forgot one. but there was something about your innocence, the way you batted your eyelashes up at him like he could do no wrong that was just so enticing.

strike 1: you were walking up the stairs, bouncing slightly on the balls of your feet in excitement for the movie you two planned to watch and your skirt jumped just high enough to show off your underwear. plain, but with the slightest bit of lace detailing that accentuated the swell of your ass so perfectly that he had to excuse himself to the bathroom.

strike 2: you were getting ready for a shower and he barged in looking for hand soap. he left right away, of course, but the image of you, with your arms curled over your breasts as you stuttered out his name, your cheeks flushed and your legs crossed in an attempt to hide your cute little cunt was burned into his head for the rest of the day. it didn't help when you forgot your towel and he had to poke his head in to hand it to you while you were totally soaked.

strike 3: you were sick and he came over to help with your chores, as well as to drop off homemade chicken soup. like a good, non-perv boyfriend. but while he was sorting through your laundry he just happened to stumble across the pair of underwear from the movie night, the ones that had him shamefully jerking his hand over the head of his cock in the bathroom to the image of you. against his better judgement, they ended up in his pocket. and then wrapped around his cock. and they never found their way back to you.

three strikes, he was out. he tried his best to maintain his good boyfriend image, he really did, but your panties started going missing in a suspicious volume and him, trying to stay a loving boyfriend, blamed it on the washing machine. so, in an effort to make up for your very perverted washing machine, he offered to take you shopping for more.

you naively agreed.

he really, really tried to keep it pg. pointing out simple panties with little design. not anything he'd steal, at least. but you noticed the way his eyes lingered on the lacier pairs, the sets that connected with intricate little ties and bows, and of course, being a girlfriend who just wants him happy, offered to try it on.

he basically threw his card at the poor cashier.

and so started the saga of him buying skimpier and skimpier lingerie for you, his mind completely focused on the way it hugs your curves and your shy expressions. these all, of course, went missing, but he used it as an excuse to buy more, and more, and more until you were constantly wearing new lacy sets.

this, of course, fed his addiction to glancing at you in compromising positions. bent over to search for a remote, or walking up the stairs were his go to until he just needed more. so he started doing it himself, flipping your skirt up when there was nobody around or purposely doing things that would force you to expose the swell of your ass to him. the best part? you were none the wiser.

#lee jeno smut #nct smut #nct dream smut #jeno smut #not proofread

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whumpty-dumpty-doo · 25 days

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“We Are TroubleD” Masterpost

Welcome to the "We Are TroubleD" masterpost! Here you will find a list of things related to my OC whump fic "We Are TroubleD"! If any links aren’t working, please let me know!

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Story Overview:

Two college boys have their peaceful lives ripped apart when a ransom-seeking stranger abducts D, the son of wealthy parents. The kidnapper gets more than he bargained for when T, D’s roommate is home during the invasion. In captivity the friends must lean on each other to survive their harrowing situation and find a way out of their shared hell.

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Rating:

18+ - contains mature themes

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Series content warnings, Chapters, FAQ and more below the cut!

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Content warnings:

Please note that each chapter/entry will have its own individual content warnings listed at the top of its page. Not all of these elements will appear in every chapter (especially the more intense and mature things, those will come much later in the story and will have clear warnings, so you should be safe for a while if you want to avoid that stuff!)

Overall warnings for this story’s content include (but aren’t limited to):

abuse (physical, emotional, and mental), blood, bondage, cages, captivity, crying, distress, drugging, dub-con, emotional whump, fear, forced participation (in sexual and non-sexual acts), gaslighting, hunger/starvation, hurtful language, injuries, insults, kidnapping, manhandling, non-con (both sexual and non-sexual), pet whump, physical violence, shocking, sickness, stress positions, swearing, things that are neither safe nor sane, thirst, threats, restraints

This list will be updated as things come up or need to be removed.

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Character Profiles:

Coming Soon!

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Canon story:

Coming soon!

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Misc. entries and one-shots (some might be worked into the canon story later):

Listed in chronological order, even if they were posted out of order due to an event/whump prompt.

The Capture (D's POV) – D comes home to an unwelcome surprise after a night out on the town – Day 1 of WoW's Birthday Whump Event!

It's Never Enough – D and T are in need of sustenance, but their captor likes to play sick games – Day 2 of WoW's Birthday Whump Event! --- 3 part mini story ---

Cut Me Loose – Part 1 of 3 - A crazy stroke of luck allows the boys a chance to escape if only they can cut through their bonds. – Day 3 of WoW's Birthday Whump Event!

A Shocking Offence – Part 2 of 3 - T must find help if he hopes to save both D and himself. – Day 4 of WoW's Birthday Whump Event!

Feeling Bushed – Part 3 of 3 - With their captor so close, T must be very careful to avoid being spotted. – Day 5 of WoW's Birthday Whump Event! BONUS CHAPTER!

Feeling Bushed - Trailing Behind - You never know who's watching...

A Breathtaking View - D is desperate to buy T more time to find help - Day 14 of WoW's Birthday Whump Event!

See No Evil, Hear No Evil, Speak no Evil - D's captor returns from searching for the escaped T, and D is left wondering just what happened to his friend. - Day 8 of WoW's Birthday Whumpe Event!

White Out - D slowly loses himself mentally, physically, and emotionally. - Day 6 of WoW's Birthday Whump Event!

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Alternate Universes (AUs):

Coming soon!

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Art:

Coming soon!

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FAQ:

Are “T”, “D”, and “Their Captor” really these character’s names? For now, yes, but probably not forever! They are stand-in placeholder names until I can think of proper names for these guys. I wanted to get the entries that I wrote for WoW's Birthday Whump Event! posted in time, so they don’t have names yet. Can’t rush those things, yanno? Hopefully when I’m ready to post the actual canon story they’ll all have real names!

How old are the characters in your main story? D and T are college age, though Iʻm not sure what specific ages yet. Theyʻre both beyond legal drinking age, and D is slightly older than T. Thatʻs all I know for now, as Iʻm still writing the main canon story. They might be older or younger in side fics/AUs. If so, Iʻll state it in the post of the story entry itself.

Why is the “D” capitalized in “We Are TroubleD”? Because right now the characters stand-in names are “T” and “D”, so “T”rouble"D”! “We” are T and D, and they are in trouble because they are whump characters.

How often will you update the canon story? Hopefully frequently once I get it off the ground, but you can never really predict that. Iʻm going to try to have as much as I can done of the whole story before I start posting in earnest, so hopefully once it starts going you wonʻt have to wait long!

Can I draw/write about your characters? Sure! Though it might be a bit challenging without references or profiles for them yet. Fingers crossed Iʻll have those made for the future! The one thing I ask is that if you create anything with my characters, please link back to me and donʻt claim them as your own. Thanks!

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vampirevatican · 9 months

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Eating for... Three!?

pairing - Kenny McCormick x black! fem reader

genre/tags - pregnant reader, twin babies, tooth rotting fluff

notes - 1.7k words. yes this is a pregnancy fic, no i won't be detailing the birth but the journey? oh yes please. do i wanna be a mother? hell no. do i love family fluff, sims family gameplay, the idea or stories of happy families, think that babies are adorable? yes.

summary - You know about Kenny's upbringing, where he came from, and how if he ever had kids he wanted to do better than his parents. The first night you heard about it you saw the determination in those blue eyes and felt your heart melt, he really wanted to go above and beyond for his own. When you brought up baby names he was a little bit curious but didn't want to pressure you into it. So that night, while you two were about to sleep, you brought up trying for a baby. He could barely contain himself.

"Ken, I want a baby." You were both winding down for the night. Him in just boxers, the covers and laptop covering his legs, and you in a bonnet and silk night gown. He immediately stopped what he was doing on his laptop and looked over at you, shocked and excited. You've mentioned baby names before, it wasn't like you guys weren't having sex whenever he had free time, but did that mean you were off of your birth control? "A..are you sure?" He had to take a pause at the start of his sentence, still startled by the sudden reality he was in. He has already set aside the laptop, slightly turned to face you in bed; eager and trying to control his enthusiasm but that was impossible. When you nodded he pulled you into a hug and kissed your face as you laughed and hugged him back. "Yup, been thinking on it for a bit and figured we might as well." You said as he pulled away and you looked into his blue eyes. "You've always wanted a family, and I wasn't fully against it just concerned of what the child would be brought into." You looked around at the huge bedroom, the floor to ceiling windows covered by blinds, walk in closet connected to a bathroom and vanity. "I think we'll do great." You gave him a light kiss and whispered, "There may be a chance we'll have one already."

It definitely didn't take too long either, given Kenny's drive and him taking off work for the next few weeks he could. You two were like rabbits around the mansion, save for the nursery you set aside. One day decorating it, with Kenny doing the heavy lifting, you took in everything. How ornate, adorable, and welcoming the room was. "Kenny," you said to him as he was hanging up picture frames that were yet to be filled. "Yes, my love?" You couldn't help but smile, as he looked over at you and came to your side. He pulled you into a side hug, taking in the room with you, "We're going to spoil this kid rotten."

WEEK 0-13 (0-3 Months)

You've seen and heard about morning sickness but was hoping, praying, that it'd miraculously pass you. It didn't. Neither did the other side effects you read about with you husband.

Kenny held your braids back while you were puking in the toilet, tying the box braids into a high ponytail and rubbing your back. "It'll be over soon darling." He told you, doing his best to reassure you and immensely grateful you're willing to be the mother of his children, your children. He didn't mind the constant trips to the bathroom to pee, whenever he noticed you were tired he was quick to get you to rest.

"Kenny I'm fine, just a little..." You yawned, laying in bed next to him. "Tired. Please get some rest, your body needs it." Not being able to resist his request; being obviously very sleepy and so comfy in the warm covers, smooth sheets, and plush mattress, you only gave him a look in protest before drifting off. By the time you were awake again he already had clothes set out for you to get ready for the appointment to check in on the baby. He helped you get ready every step of the way with some protest from you. "I ain't even showing yet Ken, you don't have to wait on me hand and foot." He simply shrugged, having the both of you take the elevator down instead of the stairs. "I just love pampering you. You're my lovely wife, who's carrying our precious child, even if they're not fully formed yet." You let out a small chuckle at his words.

The baby was fine, right where they should be with no complications, but you were facing the changes of having the little one around. Looking online it seemed that it'd just get more intense as it went on. Your sense of smell made it so that there was the sent of lavender, pine sol and coco butter throughout the mansion. Whenever Kenny asked what you wanted to eat the cravings and aversions grew stronger. Foods you didn't like before, you now hated a few and found others delicious. Foods you did like before became strong favorites. Though that wasn't the only thing that fluctuated.

Kenny was understanding during your mood swings. There to comfort or reassure with whatever you were sobbing so much about and quick to step back and listen whenever you were pissed. "Don't fuckin' touch me. My god, everything is pissing me off. Why are the people at the office so incompetent? We're both not there for a couple of weeks and they wanna blow up my phone. The hell they reaching out to me for?" Kenny was listening to your rant as he answered emails in bed with you as the TV played, knowing it'd pass eventually. "No idea dear, but after 6 meetings that could've been emails. I completely understand how you fee-" He looked over to see your deadpan expression and immediately took back his words.

WEEKS 14-27 (3-6 Months)

As the baby grew so did your cravings and so did your stomach. When going for another ultrasound with Kenny, wearing shades and having security do their best to keep off journalists and paparazzi, you were both surprised to discover the news. The obstetrician, a black woman you had personally requested from the start, was analyzing the monitor and making sure she was seeing things right. "Yeah, that's..." she said pausing for a second and turning the monitor to you and your husband. "Looks like you're having two little one's Mrs.Mccormick." Hearing the news your worries had melted away to pure joy and astonishment as you squeezed Kenny's hand. The blonde was just as excited, there'd be two additions to the family soon.

Then came baby names, along with the little ones deciding to make themselves known with each press to your belly. If they weren't stretching their hands or feet, it felt like your stomach was doing flips. Kenny would rub your belly with lotion after a bath and talk to them, earning small kicks and you letting him know that they hear him. You still made an effort to be capable and move around but your body definitely wasn't what it was, not to mention the little ones reminding you that you're their mommy now. When your feet and ankles swelled or your body was aching? Immediate bedrest, ordered by none other than your husband of course. "Ken I'm fine, I can get up and-" every protest was met with a 'No.' and kisses to your cheek or forehead. He waited on you hand and foot, no buts or exceptions.

The baby shower was small, with just a few friends and family. Being that Kenny is a famous philanthropist; the announcements, unveilings, and multiple interviews you both had, just made it easier.

Of course, before the baby shower, he made the announcement of y'all having little ones soon to the presses. "Yes we're having children. Now, if you could please give us some privacy." He was very blunt with it and it made some headlines but that wasn't for you to worry about.

There were balloons, a small cake decorated to look like a crib with little blocks that spelled 'welcome babies'. Looking around at the colors, (pastel purple and yellow) two-tiered diaper cake, and the table crowded in baby clothes and toys you thought 'These babies are gonna be spoiled past rotten.' You wouldn't have it any other way though. From the start you always wanted to give your children everything they could ever want and more and with their father growing up and being who he is, it was a recipe for the most loved and gifted children.

WEEKS 28 - 42 (6-9 Months)

At this point, there wasn't much fighting on your end of being pampered. The only time you were out of bed, you went to the bathroom or your husband helped you in and out of the tub. The twins were ready to leave and with each passing day, their restless movements made that well known. All that was left in the wake of the twins was just them pulling a circ-de-solei whenever they felt like it. When it was strong but not enough to stop you in your tracks, adorable, and whenever it wasn't Kenny was there to try and make you laugh or aid you in any way possible. "Don't make me come in there." He was holding your belly, looking down and talking to them. For some reason that would get them to stop moving or, "You're hurting mommy." then there was no movement from either of them.

When it was around go time, Kenny was more than prepared. He had a set car, chauffeur, everything packed. The months before he was reading parenting books along with you, maybe even more than you. A few times you'd wake up in the middle of the night to pee, you'd catch him wide awake reading and something about that made you feel better. Kenny was always a doting husband. Not just through expensive gifts, date nights, or vacations but also being there for you through anything. He'd help take down your protective styles, watch videos on how to do and take care of your hair. Over the pregnancy you were in an afro most of the time. Partialy out of tiredness, carrying two became a hassle over time, and the other half because when you caught sight of yourself; you felt a sense of pride and immense joy. You were a mother, you're a mother.

The little ones took their time coming out. Enough time for there to be little moments between you and your husband that were more sweet than nearly crushing his hand. Though when the pair was born, and you held them in your arms as your husband got a picture before holding one of them himself. That same feeling came back, your hair was back in a protective style but that didn't change anything. Your crotchet braids were done by a professional before the due date, they held up nice; save for the edges because of the sweat, but as Kenny slicked them back and kissed your forehead you just smiled. 'Im a mother.' and as you thought that, the little girl in your arms held your finger with her tiny hand.

#kenny mccormick x black! reader #kenny mcormick x reader #sp post covid #post covid kenny #kenny mccormick fluff

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specter-writes · 9 months

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Do you do yandere stuff? 👀 and if so could I request y!hunter general hcs or perhaps yandere alphabet

*gasp* a request!!! these are welcome and encouraged actually

so here have some y!hunter for youe trouble

Warning: possessive/obsessive/manipulative behavior, mentions of killing and blood, mentions of kidnapping, swearing

PSA: Hey dont be creepy don't stalk people and dont do crimes, even youre gay

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Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Good fucking luck, bestie. I hope you like being touched because if you don't you might have a rough time with this dude. He wants to always have a hand on you. 25 hours a day, 8 days a week. Usually it's wholesome and fluffy, but if he's feeling particularly jealous, have fun having your bones crushed in insanely tight hugs.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

He rather not kill anyone. Only as a last resort. He might do some light torture if they've done anything to particularly upset him though.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Why would he mock someone he loves? That doesn't make any sense. He took you to keep you safe, not to cause you harm! He practically worships the ground you walk on. I hope you're ready to be a God.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling's will?

Physical touch. Also, he likes to be in control specifically of what you wear. He's not too controlling in other aspects, he just loves the idea of dressing you up. He spent a while observing you while you were just friends though, so he'd like to think that he knows how to pick things you'd like.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

He wears his heart on his sleeve and he hopes soon you'll do the same for him. He tells you things he doesn't think he's told anyone before. To some degree, it's to get you to feel bad for him, but for the most part, he just wants desperately to trust you and to be trusted.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

He'd be really upset. Not necessarily at you, but sort of in a general sadness and frustration with circumstance kind of way. He wants to love you but you keep rejecting him.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

The safety of his loved ones is no game, thank you very much. In a sick, twisted way, he does derive a little enjoyment from knowing there's nothing you can do to get away from him. But mostly it makes him sad. Why would you want to escape? He's treated you so well!

Hell: What would be their darling's worst experience with them?

His favorite punishment is isolation, because he can't bare to bring physical harm to you. He kept you locked away for upwards of 3 weeks once, after you not only repeatedly rejected him, but also let out strings of verbal abuse and said, "I should have stayed with my ex.* To keep sane you eventually come crawling back to him.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

He just wants to be domestic and intimate. Carve his palisiman and come home to his loving spouse who will support him. He really just wants your future to involve him.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

He gets jealous very easily, but like I mentioned, would rather not kill anyone. He does cling onto you more and do the Arthur fist thing. He might break some sticks or something he gets back from wherever he was. After years of being the emotionless golden guard, he has figured out how to regulate himself. TL;DR: he's ODing on copium.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

He's desperate to be loved by people, but especially you. He'd do anything to get you to say you love him. And I do mean anything. He's gotten really good and enduring all kinds of abuse, and what's a little pain if he's also getting praised by someone as perfect as you? He's physically very clingy and affectionate. As long as you don't piss him off too badly, he's not very dangerous, only obsessive. He also loves to go on walks and sometimes he finds cool stuff on the ground and just brings it to you. He will be crushed if you do not accept his offering of the cool rock.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

He met you back in his days with the emperors coven. As soon as he saw you, he knew he had to get your attention. So what did he have? He had status and authority. Would those things impress you? Or would you want something more down to earth? He couldn't tell. So, he needed to watch and wait, so he could know.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Not really. In fact, his shift from morally fine, albeit sort of weird crush, to insane obsession was so gradual and slow that no one noticed.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Isolation, as stated above.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

He's actually pretty lenient and relaxed. When you're first taken, you're not allowed outside without him, pretty standard for a yandere, but as you gain more trust and prove you won't leave him, he lets you go out alone more and more. The only thing he stays firm on is how he loves to dress you. He's passionate about fashion and passionate about you. The rush of dopamine he gets from seeing you in something he sewed is unmatched. He does still always keep tabs on you though.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Very much so. He understands it would be a rough transition period to say the least. You love him, he's sure, soon you'll realize. Until then, he's willing to wait.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

You're his everything. His world. He feels like less of a person without you. If you escaped or left some other way, he'd spend his whole life searching for you. If you died, he'd never get over it. He'd try to convince himself you're still out there. Maybe he'd even try to resurrect you. After all, it worked on him.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

He honestly sees it as a matter of safety. You're safer with him, and therefore better off. It was necessary, and he doesn't regret it.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Growing up around abuse/being abused definitely caused some issues that led to this. Identity issues and insecurities that come from being essentially a clone also play a huge role.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He despises it. He refuses to acknowledge that he could've caused this, and he just wraps you up in a tight hug and whispers sweet nothings to you about how it's alright and how he loves you.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

He's a lot more relaxed. He lets you do almost anything in an attempt to gain your favor, just as long as you don't leave.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

His need to be assured and loved by you. If you're the one enacted physical contact, he'll just melt. You tell him you love him while you cuddle on the couch? He doesn't care what you're asking for, if getting it can get him this, he will get it for you, no matter the cost. And God forbid you get him a cool rock back or infodump about your hobby or just flap your arms around in excitement. He understands that perfectly, he knows what that means and he will melt into a puddle on the floor.

Wit's end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Maybe, but you'd have to push him way past his breaking point. He's trying to make you like him, not afraid of him.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

I've basically answered this, but he is Obsessed with a capital O. He reveres you almost like a deity of some kind. He'd doing anything to please you.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

A year and a half. He's a patient guy, he wanted to have everything ready and perfect for you.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Not intentionally. The isolation might fuck with your mind though. He thinks dependency is a show of love and he wants as many shows of love as he can get. Your happiness is, however, important to him and he tries his hardest to be as gentle as humanly possible.

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General Headcanons

-he definitely opts far away from physical abuse. He just thinks it's icky, people who love each other shouldn't hit each other, and obviously the two of you love each other.

-he's surprisingly supportive of your hobbies. While he loves and thrives on having your full attention, he also wants to be able to sit in silence and just relish in each other's presence while also doing something else.

-y!Hunter is especially obsessed with your hands. He loves them so much. They're beautiful to him. He wants to just hold them forever and ever.

-he really loves making you things and info-dumping about his special interests (right now it's wolves and color theory, weirdly enough)

-he is such attentive listener. Got a story? He wants all the details. Want to talk about the cool fun fact you learned the other day? He'll hang off every word. And god forbid you're into the same things as him. He will. talk and listen to you talk for hours and hours about it

-y'all know Eskimo kisses? He loves those so much. It feels so intimate to him. He just loves it.

#yandere toh x reader #toh hunter #toh x reader #specter speaks #the owl house

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blazehedgehog · 1 year

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I know this isn't a question, and idk if you get this a lot, buuuut... you're honestly one of my idols. <3 I don't mean that in a creepy way, I just think you're really awesome. Keep doing what you do.

I'm always appreciative of posts like this. I don't get tons, but I do get some.

It's weird, actually. For years I've had a number of friends and family try to uplift me about how they think I'm smart and talented and this and that, and while the gesture is always welcome, it... Never felt like it manifested in much?

Like, on Youtube, right. There are people that blow past 100,000 subs in under a year. There are people that do that with a million subs! And I'm over here, channel registered since 2006 or even 2005, and just passed 25k subscribers last year. 18 months later I am inching ever closer to 30k.

Or writing, right. Something I hung my hat on for a long time was writing this article for TSSZ where I was told "hey write something simple for this thing that just happened" but that would have meant an article with a couple sentences summarizing a press release. And this was kind of an ongoing story type deal, but it was the first time we had posted about it.

So I decided to describe everything that had happened so far. I did research, cited sources, and by the end of it I had two or three paragraphs of text that summarized everything that was going on. And I had a friend tell me, "Good work. You did more research than Kotaku."

Or, like, YouTube comments. I've gotten enough YouTube comments from people who are legit impressed with my editing skills but are amazed I'm not a bigger name. I remember a comment on my Sonic 3 video where somebody literally said "every time I think I'm starting to get bored, you pull another twist. I can't stop watching."

So confidence in my abilities has been steadily improving.

But my actual growth has always been slow. I've remained this unknown. And that gets to you, y'know? To have friends and family and fans uplift you, but to be stuck in this no-man's-land of "almost somebody."

You even start to get paranoid: do I have a reputation I'm not aware of? What are people saying behind my back? Maybe everybody just hates me, and this is what I deserve. I've definitely had interactions feed those fears, where it seems like I'm getting punished for reasons beyond my understanding. You can make yourself insane worrying about something that is, ultimately, nothing.

That's the result of many things. I won't go over it yet again, but I spent a long time after dropping out of high school depressed to a hazardous degree. My mom put the fear of "people who commit suicide go to hell with no remorse" in to me, so I was never suicidal, but I had fully given up in a way that may as well been a type of suicide. I did not end my life, but I did stop living.

And it's been a long, slow, painful process to understand that and start digging myself back out. To come back from a loneliness so encompassing you've grown numb to it.

It's a difficult process that has lead to a lot of awkward interactions. Spend long enough being antisocial and you forget how to be social. But rather that stress about it, and how weird I must seem to everyone else, I'm learning to be patient with myself. There are certain things about me where I have a lot of catching up to do, but I can't rush things.

Something also changed in me this last year. As my mom was getting sick and I was taking care of her, we had a very long, emotional talk about the future. I explained a lot of things I had figured out about myself but never told her, because I had a feeling. I knew our dynamic was going to change and I'd have to step up more at the very least. That I had squandered what I was building on YouTube and wasn't treating it with respect. And I wanted to try doing it for real. And she said to me, "I always knew you were going to be famous some day."

So... I'm trying to live up to that while I still can. And in particular, these last six or eight months, it really feels like I'm at a turning point. Things are starting to change for me. The way people treat me is starting to change. A lot of the things I was getting paranoid about turned out to be nothing. I'm starting to feel like somebody. Like the kind of person everyone always said I was.

And it's always nice to be reminded of that.

#questions #anonymous #Personal

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museiamcalliope · 1 year

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Cannabinoid Hyperemesis Syndrome

Hello to all, and welcome to my life with CHS. I made this account, so I can share my story and be there for others who are suffering from CHS, as well as to educate those who may be experiencing this and not be aware of the condition or cant come to terms with the fact that cannabis is making you ill.

Cannabinoid Hyperemesis Syndrome is a condition in which the effected person suffers a very wide variety of symptoms ranging from tolerable to extreme. Here are my symptoms in order of severity; extreme nausea and stomach pain, scromiting (scream vomiting), Dehydration, loss of appetite, anxiety night sweats, restlessness. With this condition, your symptoms will only go away if you permanently stop using cannabis. It is believed by some that this condition only effects long term users, but even if you are new to using, if you “green out” often, this could be your first sign that you are starting in on a trail of suffering.

I had been using for 5 years and I had my first battle with CHS this summer, 2022. At first, I didn't want to believe that it was the cannabis that was making me sick because I liked using. The first bout I had my symptoms lasted 10 days with the first 5-6 days being the most severe, then gradually I got better and the symptoms stopped. And I had stopped using during the 10 days. I went to urgent care on day 3, where the Dr thought it could be many things causing my extreme discomfort. After lots of questions and working together to get to the bottom of this the Dr asked me if I used cannabis to which I answered “yes” and then he said it's possibly CHS, stop using and see if this comes back. I did stop using for the whole time I was sick and then when I got better I decided to try using again. I was okay for a few months with occasional morning sickness, but I thought if tat was the extent of it than I might as well continue.

I continued smoking for the next five months, which brings us to now. And let me tell you, the second time around this has been so awful, and scary and not to mention strenuous to my mental health. I had all the symptoms as the first time, but when compared, this time is literal hell. I can't count how many times I told my SO that I thought I was going to die. I had to go to the ER because after 5 days of constant vomiting, I was so dehydrated that I could feel my heart beat in my kidneys. At the ER they were able to replenish my hydration through IV and they had also administered nausea medicine and pain medicine through the IV which only gave me relief for what felt like 15 minutes, but I have only thrown up once since my treatment, even though I'm still queasy. This started on the 5th with throwing up in the am and going down hill for what felt like weeks but in reality was just two days, going to the ER the night of the 8th. Finally coming to terms with the fact that it was indeed the use of cannabis causing this condition, I completely stopped using on the 6th of this month and I will never use again.

If you think you might be suffering from CHS or are experiencing any of these symptoms, no matter how severe, you should definitely ask your Dr about CHS.

You are not alone! Please reach out if you would like my additional support/input as a sufferer of CHS. Also feel free to leave any questions in the comments below.

#cannacommunity #health #awareness

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werekxnglives · 1 year

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I posted 744 times in 2022

That's 507 more posts than 2021!

241 posts created (32%)

503 posts reblogged (68%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@chaoticxgays

@ikimaru

@gaydcgs

@hitandrunduorp

I tagged 744 of my posts in 2022

#rp - 257 posts

#stephen ic - 236 posts

#verse: under the stars we ride the waves - 107 posts

#thelazyeditor - 106 posts

#neville ic - 92 posts

#visage of the lost elf - 85 posts

#queue the howling - 68 posts

#chaoticxgays - 53 posts

#verse: shifting tides and the ever grounding forest - 52 posts

#dupree ic - 48 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#fenghua just that partner who will call out on someone else's shit and then threaten to dress them up in a style that doesn't work for them

My Top Posts in 2022:

@magicofocs liked X

How he ever got talked into coming into town is beyond him. The plants in the greenhouse were doing fine, the lavender was blooming, and the rest of the vegetables he planted to sell to some of the locals for market day were just...Aisha sighed.

That was when the ringing of the bell came and he gulped. He was never great with customers, but he’s the only one-Oh he is going to kill Tai! “H-H-H-Hi...welcome to Persephone’s...Floral Boutique.”

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@magicofocs from X

Tears of joy streamed down his face as he just held her, taking in her scent, studying her so that can burn everything into his mind. “Good, because if you dare I’m tracking you. I’ll hunt you down and kill the one who tore us apart.” Isaac meant every word too. He wasn’t going to let her slip through his fingers again.

He hasn’t felt at home since she left and Yun had smacked him so hard that it was a wake up call. The Abernathys are family, yes, they will always be family; but Nivea was home. That need to wander or do his usual self-destructive habits hadn’t reared so much since she was there; he had found his mate. Isaac had found where he belonged.

“I want to be with you, Nivs. Wherever Life takes us, I just want to be with you.”

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He felt so out of it as he walked on home...the heat is just stifling now, more so than what he learned was the normal temperatures. “Have I...come down with something?” Now granted, elves rarely ever got sick from human diseases, he knew this because of the immunology he studied as part of a biology class he had to take in high school. Elven immune systems were seen as superior, but they can suffer from allergies and yes, sometimes a cold or two.

Stephen groaned softly. Gods what is wrong with him?! Images of being pinned by a man, someone like Neville or Hell Isaac, and he nearly buckled. “What the HELL is wrong with me?”

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@chaoticxgays from X

If Wonder Girl hadn’t stepped in he would have. There was just a rage that filled him when he saw Garfield hurt, and all Stephen was going to remember before blacking out from it was going on the warpath. He almost attacked Wonder Girl but the dragon shadow stopped him and yanked him away from her to let her handle the bad guy.

Thankfully when his mind cleared from the red haze a little, his instincts to heal Garfield also kicked in.

There was a lot of blood loss and even with the other Outsiders about to start shouting at him, he just placed his hand on the other’s stomach and sang the hymn he knew. One could say it was similar to Raven’s chanting of the mantra she uses but it was...lighter.

And that shadow of the dragon kept him safe as he focused on stabilizing Garfield to where he could get him then to safety.

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My #1 post of 2022

@chaoticxgays from X

Ooooh that was a smooth. He might have heard that over a thousand times in the bar and sometimes up here, but not from someone as good looking as this guy.

His poor heart was going to burst. “Okay that was very smooth and I think you fried my brain with that, Love.” He cursed at the small lilt in his voice when he spoke. Good Gods, did Amun send this guy-no wait, the Dragon God wouldn’t after what he’s been through.

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We actually have had enough of you people waiting for all sorts of people to fall and each one the other until there's none of you left we don't want to see our son getting abused by you I was sick of you I'm going to pull your freaking cards all of you that was disgusting in your evil piece of s*** and your pieces of s*** I do see what he's saying say this is embarrassing this is humiliating it's obscene I need them all to go to freaking hell and I want it now I do of course understand what you're saying now this guy's home from work at 3:00 isn't doing anything except sit here and mudder and threaten our son we have to get in mind for your permanently

-several issues are coming up the construction projects are being stymied by them each other no they're proceeding but they are finding out that it is Billy z in the way and he's trying to block them all and these people have to fight them off in unison and we have to mobilize and the foreigners saw it earlier as we did and it is going to be hell on Earth for a couple days as the clothes get destroyed and it's true too they are going to take a severe beating. There's monkey Business going on here while our son was away and they drove through the parking lot after getting stuck across the street and we know who it was and they are not welcome here and it was Jason and he is trying to tear up the grass but he did it across the street now he's trying to hit the car I say you lost control of the vehicle and people saw him doing it and he missed and he left and he's trying to get into the house so I put an APB on him and we want him out and see what our son is saying you can't have them do anything they liability and their threat and you have to go and this guy wants to sit here being a porter 24 hours a day and it gets nothing from it and his armies are depleting rapidly soon he won't have anything not even a momento and it's such a turd and idiot about it he has no clue there's a lot of them here like that and really this only 45 households left that were here that's very low extremely low the population of Florida is much higher no they're losing tons of people their leadership is in disarray and they can't get a straight answer and the generals are divided because the regions are out and the regents that are here are for only their area so they don't know what to do and they're going around and around saying your leader some of them have packs with each other and it doesn't work so we found out today they have our son trying to help them and it doesn't work then they blame him trying to force us to do the job so that's very angry it's angering and we told them not to and they're continuously trying so we are hitting them here and a lot of them will be gone one of them are going to court today as the quasi empire. And we're going into it's five lawsuits again and a group lawsuits okay it's not the same lawsuit but it is against similar groups and it is practically all these morons and it is the pseudo empire suing them for a lot of stuff. And we are monitoring John remillard today we will if you orders against him shortly and they'll be upheld and we want him out right now if anyone is up for it and we need jim to go away.

-when receipt of several criminal complaints against John remillard that were filed today let me see them at the sheriff's office. Failure to leave an apartment once evicted that's why I said to adhere to the laws and rules of land with regarding being a tenant at least five things he did and then it said assault and battery upon the landlord which is the more strict crime than on an elderly and he wants to press charges because he sees these out of jail and he said he's going to try it no matter what the damn losses and what the law says is if you're the landlord and you assault you and he's saying is a tenant he has to go to jail then there's another one that says if you strike someone down for just being there they will receive attempted murder charge because it's premeditated and he keeps saying that. Those charges are filed today. Who found that Jason and he brought into the courthouse and the lady said received and she stamped it I said good and he left and they didn't ask him anything and he's finally charges as a state employee and that's we drove up as. Now these are real charges and this guy's going to hear about it we think sometime today and bja is having it done and thinks he can just launch it and take over. He's got another thing coming. We're getting armed up we're getting ready we're going to come in here and rip you see itself and he is not going to be prepared and we mean all of them idiots but bja in particular and we've been preparing for quite a while the max will be surprised. Forg. is a little. We're suspecting that when you file the papers there's a process and it has to go to review and but not for long because it's coming from the state itself and he is going to check on Dan see if he's been evicted it's true you're not watching like they say they are that's kind of loser stuff. Turns out did Dan was issued a letter to what a while ago. You are not on my property legally you are to vacate the premises. You've been given several notices and many more days than 30 to vacate and he said no I don't think that's right I don't receive any notices here I did not and then he started saying I don't understand what you're saying I have assigned to return receipt it has your name on it and he says oh that's not my signature then he said this I thought it was from the neighbor so I threw it away. It says so you admit getting it and he said yeah so he walks outside didn't say anything he's playing it back in the window and it says we'll see you in court and he left the recording on a voicemail and they picked that up too and found the letter and they're going to evict both of them and it's because they're having a war and they're killing each other that's how extreme and had to get here other places is not that extreme it's because the soldiers just don't come back but this stuff is huge and it effects so large armies and it was done slowly to do it safely and her son is very young to go through something like this it is hanging in there pretty good she is too and they like what they're doing and then doing a good job and we are going to make sure that this idiot next door at leaves. Shortly. There's only tonight tomorrow night at the night after for Friday the 13th and that would be Friday night and then it's cesario and after that they go after money and they're not here most of the time and they can't get in there and people beat him up and it's the quasi empire taking over and they are beating people up all over we're going to print now

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Also please talk about sho and madoka. Please please please madoka thoughts

YES I WILL

Oh my god... Shoyo's the weird looking cat outside that Madoka lets in and gives a bath too because what the hell is up with it why does it look like that why's it not blinking <3

Madoka's one of the first people showing a great deal of generosity and compassion to Shoyo right after her introduction. She gives her the bed where Gingka and Kyoya were when they were hurt/sick because when they turned up Sho was kind of delirious with a fever. And like I imagine Madoka having so many question for this strange kid of Gingka's age turning up out of nowhere and just being so cryptid like. And ngl, after Shoyo tells them where she comes from she has a moment of like... okay maybe we shouldn't trust her. Which to Shoyo is completely fair, they're already incredibly flabberghasted by all Madoka did for them, cooking and taking care of her?? a stranger?? Does not make sense in her brain yet. But then Gingka forgives Shoyo and gives them his trust almost immediately. After that, Madoka feels a little weird sharing a space with someone who was from the ennemy's side, but it goes away very quickly. After that Shoyo insists on not staying at Madoka's cause it's too awkward for them and doesn't want to bother or owe her anything, but she loses that argument cause it's Madoka :). So shoyo and Gingka get some time living together before they become siblings :D

Shoyo learns a little about the domestic, almost normal life. It feels weird but not necessarily wrong. Madoka is happy that her home can welcome her friends. She teaches and shares tips about mechanics with the both of them quite often and they spend nice quiet evenings together while she works. Anyway I love Madoka <3 did so much for my child thanks Madoka. Also after that Madoka kind of keeps Sho in check, in a nice way like she helps by telling her when she sould not have said that thing that was too harsh. They both struggle with social cues or hurting feelings by accident so it's something they feel compelled to help the other the best they can. Shoyo tries to return the many favors she feels Madoka does for her, clumsily trying to prepare a meal, handing her a tool or bey part so she doesnt have to get up, or putting a blanket on her when she falls asleep at her desk. Somehow being thoughtful seems to become a little easier every day.

It's still uncomfortable, for Shoyo, but they still become friends and I feel that Madoka was an essential actress in Shoyo's development really <3 cause she chose kindness before anything else. Also Sho would absolutely throw little mechanic tools at Gingka (he's being annoying it's fine) under Madoka's order, or lift heavy things for her too. And once Shoyo learns more about different types of affections, like after she gets a gift from Kenta or Hyoma for example, one of the first gifts she gives is to Madoka. Gift giving becomes one of her favorite ways to show care so Madoka gets a lot of small little rocks that Shoyo found pretty and she puts them all in a designated jar at her desk.

I don't have a lot of interaction ideas for after fusion between them but just know they are very close and Shoyo respects Madoka so much and will always be very grateful for taking her in at the very beginning of this big ol adventure. And also Since Sho needs new clothing after Fusion, Madoka gives her a B-Pit merch t-shirt she has laying around and Shoyo loves it. She's gonna keep it forever (ignore the fact she changes clothes the next season and everytime after, that's just a me thing <3) And on her shogun steel design i added a little patch she sewed on their sweater of the B-Pit too, cause they're a hagane now and they all got that logo somewhere on their designs so yeah :D

#mfb oc #shoyo beloved #madoka amano #i hope i talked well enough about madoka's character i know she can have more depth than that but this is what i thought of just now #thanks for the ask!!

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