#bout to make like that time i played Life and had so many kids i had to get an extra car

[andy-clutterbuck]

1x04 | The Ones Who Live

#soft sad shirtless rick #don't mind if i do #Rick Grimes #* #rg #The Ones Who Live #F U Z Z I E S #scars 💋 #his N E C K #biting like im getting makeshift old timey surgery #????? #? #ok #bout to make like that time i played Life and had so many kids i had to get an extra car #if you don't want to nuzzle into the fuzzies steal his warmth and listen to that drawl in your ear #i feel bad 4 u #but also move out of the way more for me

[reiderwriter]

Okay but, flirty reader majority pointed at Reid, and the scene where he has to get hosed down and says "I'mma bout to get naked, I don't think you wanna see that" and reader's just like raising her hand and says "don't worry I'll stay". And after she walks out to go to the hospital and sees everyone and with an open mouth and wide eyes just goes " woah" cause big dick energy

A/N: Hi, thank you so much for your request! I've been a bit sick lately, so I haven't had a chance to write much, but this was fun and quick to write! I might do a part 2 with the actual smut in the future, so if that's something people would want let me know in the comments!!

Warnings: suggestive content, public dirty talk?

“I really want to see that.” 

You heard the words but weren't sure where they'd come from for the longest time. It had been a confusing morning, with a high alert for anthrax and your coworker trapping himself inside a contaminated lab to save you from dying a presumably very painful death, you couldn't be blamed for not realizing that you'd said the words in question. 

He'd meant the words sarcastically, of course, and they'd warned Morgan off immediately with a chuckle and a “You better survive this, kid,” but you'd stood rooted to the earth until he'd repeated them again. 

“Y/N, they're going to strip me down. You don't want to see that.” 

“I really do, though.” Your eyes unabashedly trailed down the contours of his body, soaked from the hoses currently decontaminating him. You could've sworn that he was moving in slow motion as his hand pushed back his hair and cleared his face of water. 

If there weren't this many CDC agents around, you'd have likely joined him in his impromptu shower to feel your way along the lines of his clothing, checking to see what was outline and what was the thick layers of shirt and pants that unfortunately still obstructed your view. 

Another minute of you ogling him went by before your eyes finally returned to anywhere near his, and you realized that your desire for the man could no longer pass for camaraderie. 

“You better not die, Spencer. Not before I can enjoy the meal I'm about to sample.” 

His doctors were either ignoring the conversation completely or were busy focusing on other things, and luckily, they didn't react to your words. Other than to take Spencer's temperature one more time when he flushed bright red, and stared at you slack-jawed. 

“We're going to have to speed this along, Doctor Reid. Please start unbuttoning your shirt,” one of the hazmatted men said to him, but his eyes were fixed on you. 

“Yes, please do, Spencer. It's for your own good. And mine.” 

You expected him to blush and fawn again, but his day had been as long and confusing as your own, so you were unsurprised when he looked you directly in the eye and began unbuttoning his shirt. You watched his descent, and your breath faltered, seeing the water drip down his bare skin now. 

“I'm not sure which of us is wetter right now,” you tried to joke in earnest, but you felt a sharp jolt of lust in your gut as soon as his hands reached his belt. 

“Y/N, you need to leave now. Before you make this any harder for everyone here.” The innuendo in his words were clear, but you were thankful again for the considerate and/or oblivious doctors either side of him bagging up his discarded shirt and jacket. 

“Only if you promise I can make your life as hard as I want to when you're in the clear.” You smiled again, hoping the full force of your lust would reach him. Spencer was always oblivious to genuine flirtation, you'd observed enough women throwing themselves on him (had discouraged a few too many with a hand on his arm and a finger playing with the abandoned curls at the back of his neck, too) to know that for sure. 

You needed to make your need for him explicit. 

“I mean it, Spencer. I really mean it.” 

His eyes locked with yours for the last time ad you made to turn around, doing your best to convince him without becoming distractedly horny. 

“I know. I'll see you at the hospital.” 

“At the hospital? Risky, I like it.” You winked and turned away, leaving him calling back after you as you walked over to the car Derek had pulled around the front of the property. 

“Wait, not the hospital! Those beds aren’t comfortable. Y/N! Y/N, really!” 

You giggled as you sat down in the car, but you bubbled with anticipation still. 

#spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fanfic #mgg #spencer reid smut #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds fandom #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid criminal minds #dr spencer reid #spencer reid x reader smut #spencer reid x y/n

[sugusatosluut]

Toji Fushiguro

MDNI ✨

Heads up!: angst, smut in missionary, reader is like a mom to Megumi, Toji cries. I felt some type of way after seeing his last moments with Megumi so I had to write it down :(

Knowing Toji Fushiguro was draining. If it wasn’t him ghosting you on dates or using you as a late night booty call it was him leaving you to babysit Megumi, which you had no problem with. You loved Megumi. Sure he wasn’t your child, but he was the closest thing you’d ever have to a son. His mom passed not that long ago, poor kid and poor Toji. You were and always have been supporting of the two of them. You met him while serving for the Zenin clan,he was somewhat nice to you, you used to take Megumi to the maid’s room and set up care for him, then you picked up and left. Toji ended up finding you out of desperation. He showed up at your door, Megumi in one arm, diaper bag and his favorite stuffed wolf in the other.

After that he would come see you regularly with or without the little Fushiguro. Recently it’s been a lot though. You couldn’t figure Toji out lately and it felt like he didn’t want you to understand him either. He was busy and it gave you the time to get to know Megumi a lot more. You sat down on the carpet doing a puzzle with little Megumi, your phone buzzing several times.

Fushiguro: Hey

Fushiguro: Thank you for taking care of the little one. Wanna meet for lunch?

Y/n: I’ll go, but if you don’t show, Megumi and I will max out your tab on chicken nuggets and kimchi stew.

Fushiguro: Yeah, I’m good for it. It’s a date. I owe you. Plus need to talk to you bout something. See you in 20.

You got Megumi ready and drove to meet Toji at your normal spot. He loved to bet on the boats, you and Megumi cheered on every boat in the water while Toji chuckled to himself. He never got lucky often, but having two great women in his life and his son was more than he could have asked for.

As you walked in you spotted Toji who was already sat in a booth. He waved you both over. You walked towards him but you couldn’t place your finger on it.. something was different about him today.

“Hey.” He smirked, separating his chopsticks.

“Hey stranger.” You sat and got comfortable.

“How have you been?” He asked. He looked all over your face, admiring your features.

“Good, y’know how Megumi and I spend our time. He’s grown so fast. He turns eight next week.” You chuckled at him. Megumi smiled at you as you played with his hair.

“Hey son, why don’t you go to the claw machine, win miss y/n something cute.” Toji gave Megumi ten dollars in quarters and before running off to the machine, he thanked Toji. “Love you miss y/n.”

You both smiled at eachother.

“I love you too honey, make sure you try to get something cool, yeah?” You pinched his cheek.

Megumi ran off and played while Toji took on a more serious demeanor while you two started to eat.

“I’m gonna set you, Megumi and I up for life.” He smirked at you.

“Toji, you didn’t..” you gave him a look of discontent.

“I had to.. i wont tell you anything else but in the rare case that I lose this fight, you and Megumi will be set for life. The money is set to go to a mailbox in a school in Tokyo. I want Megumi to go to high school there. You take him and just keep bein’ his mom. I don’t want to be all sappy out here but you deserve to know at least that. But when I come home I’ll buy us a house instead of living in that box.” He smiled at you.

“It’s called an apartment. It’s a mini house Toji and I can afford it..” You smiled and sighed. Too many emotions were coursing through your brain and you were starting to dissociate. Toji took note of that and got up from his seat across from you to sit next to you. Your head instantly went to rest on his shoulder and he caressed your cheek. Toji Fushiguro was not usually as mean or self centered as people thought he was. When he really cared for his people he would show them that. Everyone else is either in the way or not helping.

“He loves you, y’know. Megumi doesn’t like shit, hell he barely even likes me from time to time. But I see it. You love him like his mom would have.. damn it.” He sighed. You felt something wet hit the top of your head. Toji Fushiguro was crying.

“Can I get you guys anything? Any refills?” The waitress asked.

Toji slammed his fist on the table, wiping his eyes. The waitress flinched. You quickly gave her an apologetic look.

“I’ll take some chicken nuggets and Mac and cheese to go for our little one.” You responded nicely to her. She walked away.

“I’m sorry Toji, this must be very hard on you. You know I’ll take care of Megumi the best I can til you get back and can take care of the both of you.” You smiled. God you were making this too hard for him.

“Both of you. All three of us. I love you and even though I’ve been slacking on showing you, you’re the only one I want y/n. No one else cares for Megumi the way you do. I’ve been taking advantage of that. I only come around when I want to show you I care but I’m shitty at that too. You’re not just some booty call or the woman who babysits my son. You’re the woman that I love who also happens to love my son and I right back. I haven’t had that since my wife died.” He sighed. More of his hot tears rolled down his face. He wiped them.

“I love you too. You and Megumi are my boys. I’m glad you finally told me. Now I understand why you’re always staring at me.” You both chuckled as Megumi came back with a few things from the claw machine.

“Wowww! Megumi look at all this stuff! What did you get?” You wiped your own tears and Megumi sat in front of you both as he showed off his collection of machine toys.

“I got these three for me, these are for you miss y/n and I got this one for dad.” He smiled.

“Thanks kid, how about we go watch the boats after we finish up here?” He smiled at you both.

Megumi cheered in approval and you guys wrapped up your food.

After walking alongside the lake where the boats were racing you and Toji held hands as Megumi was on his shoulders. The summer day was nearing its end as a warm sunset painted your face golden. It was time to head home.

“And the little ducky swam home, the end” you finished reading to Megumi who was fast asleep.

After you shut the door to the room you labeled as his, you met up with Toji in your own bedroom. He was standing, body towering over you as his muscles relaxed. He reached up to touch you, eyes hungry and seeking your approval. His breath hitched as his hands traveled your clothed body. Your eyelids seemed heavy—drunk with arousal at his seduction. When you and Toji had sex it never started out this serious. Toji was always full of jokes and profanities. Maybe it’s because the last time you saw him was three months ago, now he’s thirsty for your affection and sex because this might be the last time you two see eachother.

Toji lifted you up and your short body slammed against the wall. He dug right in, tasting the skin on your neck and savoring every lick and kiss as you reached out to hold him and feel his own body. His hands traveled up your shirt and wasted no time grabbing one of your breasts as he positioned your legs around his waist. “Toji- be gentle.” You moaned. It fell upon deaf ears, he was already focused, ripping your shirt off in the process. He pulled your bra down, sucking on your soft nipples and turning them hard and wet. He fought your mouth with dominant kisses trying so hard to show you he was desperate for you. Desperate to take this job and come out alive for you. Toji threw you on the bed, taking his clothes off and laying down. His back rested on the headboard.

“Show me how much you’re gonna miss me.” He smirked.

You crawled up to his naked body, peppering kisses from his mouth down to his cock. You moaned after every kiss, his length twitching and dripping Precum at every sultry moan you let out for him. You took his tip in your hand and licked from the base to his tip, then covering him in saliva as you started your slow paced sucking. You sucked and jerked, making Toji a mess. He was groaning and reaching out to touch your head. Eventually he succeeded, grabbing your head and making you look up at him, his cock still shoved into your perfect lips. “You can take it right mama?” He asked with a sly smirk. You nodded quickly before relaxing your throat for him. Toji fucked your throat passionately (if that was even a thing..) it wasn’t too slow and it wasn’t too fast. Toji was usually the first to cum and would help you afterwards but he wanted to savor this moment. His cock twitched and he lifted you up by your hair.

“C’mere.” He said pulling you into a kiss. You were now straddling him, wet pussy threatening to bounce on his dripping cock. His tip was red and angry, pulsating at the view. He groaned and continued to kiss you until he set his hands on your waist. He looked up and you made a small noise, you were desperate for him to be inside you. “Toj- I want it so bad please. I’d do anything for you.” You moaned. Toji flipped you over aggressively. Your chest hit the bed, arms reaching out to grab a pillow while your ass was in the air. Toji lined himself up with your dripping hole, grabbing either side of your hips with both of his hands. He slowly pushed into you, his breath hitching and teeth gritting at just the swollen tip making its entrance into your heavenly pussy. You moaned loudly into the sheets as he stretched you out. He pulled a pillow towards you.

“Bite into it, don’t wanna wake up Megumi.” He panted.

You nodded and put your face into the pillow. Toji grabbed both of your arms and held them behind your back and he kissed down your back. “Just breathe.” He sighed pushing deeper within your gummy walls. The way you sucked him in was god like- Toji couldn’t contain himself. He sighed in defeat and started roughly fucking you from behind. You didn’t have time to catch your breath, Toji’s skillful assault on your pussy was knocking the wind out of you since you had gotten no warning. You were already getting close, hearing him groan in satisfaction with every ball slapping thrust. Your eyes spilled tears as Toji continued to stretch you and pound you. “Close-god I’m so close. Gonna give you another baby.” He grunted with his eyes suddenly starting to close. “Mph-uh- Toji please, I want to carry another child for you.” You whimpered. That was all he needed as his thrusts became sloppier, the coil building up in the pit of your stomach like fireworks. You released all over his cock, whimpering as he continued to pound into you. “Here-m’right here.” He groaned. He couldn’t take it anymore, cock spraying your insides down with his own white cum. He lied down beside you as cum threatened to drop out of your abused hole. You lied down, body defeated with toji’s love. Completely satisfied.

He turned to you and placed your head on his chest as he wrapped his arms around you.

“If I die, don’t tell Megumi how shitty I was. I want him to be able to forget about me… reach his full potential.” He sighed closing his eyes.

“He doesn’t think you’re shitty, but I’ll make sure to train him everyday. I won’t let the Zenin get him.”

#jjk smut #anime #toji fushiguro #toji zenin #toji x reader #jjk toji #toji fushigro x reader #toji smut #gojou satoru x reader #jjk drabbles #jjk spoilers #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu sorcerer #megumi x reader #jjk megumi #megumi fushiguro #gojo satoru #satosugu #jjk oneshot #getou suguru x reader #geto suguru #itadori yuuji #curse user #gojo smut #geto smut #itadori smut

[kittysarchive]

Stray kids, how they say 'I love you'

Chan

Giving you his time.

Chan is always busy, always has new songs to make, always has to go practice, go to the gym, go to meeting and all.

However you will know he loves you when you enter his studio. No matter what he is doing or working on, he will close his laptop. His attention is all on you. He isn't hiding anything....maybe a new album.

In a world where he isn't an idol, Chan will show his love by spending time with you! Kept up with work, didn't have a good sleep, kind of depressed or tired, it doesn't matter, he will go wherever you want with him!

Lee Know

Sometimes having a cold exterior, he will show his love secretly.

Being mobbed by fans and cameras, he will keep you close by, just walking through the city, he will walk wear the cars are, shopping and your bags are heavy, he will hold them. In other words he is a gentleman.

Having not chosen the path of an idol, Lee Know will lean more to acts of service. Folding clothes, opening jars, reaching tall things. He shows his love by always been there and able to help you :)

Changbin

His laugh lights up a room.

Showing his love doesn't have to be with money. Changbin prefers to show it by making you smile and laugh. Spending time together, tickling, cuddling, watching movies which all involve both of your laughs.

If his rapping didn't cut it, hopefully his family fortune will come into play. Because Changbin will spoil the fuck out if you. Not turning you into a gold digger, his pricy gifts are filled with love!

Hyunjin

Random gifts

Never flaunting his money, he will show his love by gifting you things! Not always being random he is thoughtful and knows what you like! dresses, gold class tickets, Jewellery, he will gift it to you!

Straying away from the path of an idol, Hyunjin shows his love by adventuring with you. Trying new experiencing and opening new memories is how he shows his life. He wants to have many memories of you, all of them with you smiling :)

Han

Finding a way to navigate his idol life.

His life is stressful, there has been many downfalls however he shows his love by never giving up. He is always there for you and shows he still loves you and always will even with his hectic career.

If his mum didn't let him, Han would show his love with spending time. Festivals, movie nights, dates, double dates, camping! Anything that involves a few hours together is how he shows his love! He always wants to be with you!

Felix

Giving you his warmth!

Felix is always up for cuddles! He will hug you, cuddle with you, hold hands, snuggle in bed! He shows his love by staying close to you. With his crazy schedule, hugging close in bed for a few hours means everything!

If he had stayed in Australia, Felix would still show his love by touching! Having always been a touchy guy, that'll grow since he won't have cameras spying on him. He will hold your waist more in public, showing his love to everyone.

Seungmin

Secret and quietly.

He cares and loves you deeply! Not being able to show you will be hard with his quiet nature and cameras following you. He will open doors for you, know your likes and dislikes, know your favourite food so he can cook it!

If the helicopter hadn't woken up his inner idol than Seungmin will show his love by quality time! Every once of his day is towards you! His attention will always be on you so don't worry bout every feeing left out!

Jeongin

his thoughtfulness.

Knowing what you like, your fears, your family. Knowing all of this and being able to live life is his love language. He acknowledges everything about you and loves you for it! Never feel embarrassed around him!

Set on being a priest! jk, not being in the spot light will enable jeongin to express his love more, and he has many ways. He will be into pda, openly willing to give you his credit card and other ways!

#skz scenarios #skz headcanons #bang chan #skz fluff #changbin #lee know #han #han jisung #skz #hyunjin #jeongin #seungmin #felix

[villainsandvictimsalliance]

For my own entertainment I wish the weird man to weird man mental communication in bnha was unhelpful, to the point it showed both Tomura and Deku the most useless but funny (maybe even the small and horrifying) memories they own.

I want to know the silly things. How lame Tomura was at first when he started playing video games. How many times Deku fell on his ass when he was training to control OFA. Want them to realize that they had the same favorite show when they were little kids. I want them to be the loser nerds they both are, for their feelings of inadequacy to mix 'til they can see their reflection in each other.

Mind sharing the big events is cool and all, but it's the little things that made them so similar, at least similar enough to understand where their paths changed along the way.

Deku gets glimpses of Tomura's teenage years and realizes he never ever talked to other people his age except from texting in videogame chats. You could say that Dabi and Toga were his first "friends" in around 15 years... Meanwhile, Tomura gets glimpses of how many times Deku was told to kill himself over the years 'cause he didn't have a quirk, how many times he went home rejected, forgotten, humiliated.

Kid Deku and teen Tomura watching the same All Might video in different pcs in different rooms and sitting on different chairs. Wondering why he was not enough to be saved / wondering when would it be his turn to save people and make them smile. Deku and Tomura walking the streets alone, one of them looking at the wonders of the world in the sky while the other keeps his eyes on the ground to mitigate the hatred of the world flowing in his veins. Deku and Tomura eating alone, researching alone, breaking down on a corner where no one can see it, because there's no one to listen to their burdens and no one to understand their hurt and no one who would see past the superficial, no one who would look at them and say "hey, this kid can do whatever he want to do in life, he was made for greatness!"

Kid Tomura playing with Nomus to not play alone. Kid Deku memorizing random facts in the hope to impress his peers, but they never talk to him. The last time Tomura was hugged at 5 years old. Deku in his almost-vigilante era, cold, lonely and tired of carrying the weight of the world in his shoulders at 17 years old. All the injuries Tomura got used to because he couldn't care less about the pain at that point in time. All the times Deku almost lost an arm trying to prove he belonged at UA with all the other future heroes. The anxiety of sitting in the backyard through the rain, watching how your family is dry and safe inside the house, not you; you have no place among them. The anxiety of a bedroom that no other kid visits, a collection of All Might toys to no one to play with, no one to share your joy or sadness, no one who cares 'bout you besides your mom.

I want them to share the little things, stupid and funny and joyful, depressing and heartbreaking. I want them to share all the moments no one else knows about— to peek behind the curtains that mark them as heroes and villains, but also behind the person they project to their friends and all the people on their side. Like I said before, I know that the big moments are important. It's just that for me, the details make it so much meaningful...

#bnha 414 #mha 414 #bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #league of villains #lov #shigaraki tomura #tenko shimura #deku #midoriya izuku #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers

[slafkovskys]

surprise pregnancy with nico, he’s so sweet that i feel like he would just be over the moon, even if him and reader are only dating or whatever that’s girl dad nico to u

“so,” his voice is slow, drawn out, “what are your plans for tonight?”

“oh, you mean if i don’t end up finding out that i’m someone’s mother in the next three minutes?” you stare at the wine glass that was filled to the brim on your bathroom counter, beside it three tests. you sighed, “i’ve got lisa on standby. if i’m feeling better and these are negative, we hopefully will be celebrating freedom in a bar.”

“and if they’re positive?” you watch as his eyebrow quirks in the dim light of the hotel lamp.

“what about you, ni? what are your plans tonight- or, it’s still yesterday for you, isn’t it?” while it was seven am in bern, it was still the night before in north carolina, where nico was lodged for the night.

“well, whether or not if i find out that im going to be someone’s father,” his tone is teasing and you’re thankful that he didn’t mention the careful avoidance of his previous question, “i have a hockey game to play.”

“i forget you do that sometimes,” you send a teasing grin his way and he rolls his eyes. you’re about to say something else when the timer you had set goes off. something twists in your abdomen and suddenly the feeling of dread feels your chest. you let your eyes drift from one test to another, all reading the same answer, “fuck, fuck, fucking fuck!”

you bend down, resting your elbows on the counter and burying your head in your hands. you can hear nico shuffling around from your phone, but he doesn’t say anything. there were so many thoughts going through your head, so many emotions, so many questions. you weren’t sure how long it was before you can make yourself look at him.

“we always talked about a future together, y/n,” his tone is gentle when he speaks for the first time, breaking the silence that you had created.

“yeah, when we were in our thirties and if we hadn’t found anyone else by then. not when we’re 25 and living on opposite sides of the globe, nico,” it had always been a thing of convenience between you and him. ever since your school days and even as you both moved into adulthood, you always found your way back to the ‘no strings attached, but still best friends’ deal that you had worked out. and now you were staring at four positive pregnancy tests after he had barely been back in jersey for a month. you pick up the wine glass and you watch his face shift to one of alarm, “i’m not stupid, nico. i just want to smell it.”

“okay?” he watches as you take a deep inhale of the red liquid you had been so excited to drink after the tests came up negative. the bouts of nausea and fatigue that you had been experiencing for the past couple of weeks were just a bug and not at all related to the night you and nico shared before he left. hell, it could’ve been the morning that he left for the airport, too, now that you really think about it. “y/n-”

“i need you to be straight with me, nico,” you set the glass down and stare at your phone, “do you want a baby? don’t bullshit me.”

“with you? yes. no bullshit,” and you’ve known him long enough to know that he wasn’t lying when he spoke. “if i had to have a surprise baby with anyone else, i’d want it to be you.”

“oh, you’re so sweet,” you make a face, “this isn’t a joke. this is a life, this my life too-”

“i know that,” he insists, “but i don’t want to wait until thirty to have my shot with you. this isn’t conventional or ideal, but maybe this is how it was supposed to happen for us. it’s not like we’re strangers, we’ve known each other since we were kids-”

“please don’t tell me that you’re in love with me right now. i’m already feeling a lot of things,” you hold up a hand and he stops, “you’re thousands of miles away from me. how would this work?”

“come to jersey,” he says it so simply with no hesitation, “leave bern and come be with me in jersey. i don’t have a plan before you ask, but we can figure all of that shit out later. just- just get here.”

you close your eyes and take a deep breath, “we’re gonna be parents.”

the biggest smile you’d ever seen him adorn graces his face, “yeah, we’re going to be parents.”

send in things for combo weekend ✨

#nico hischier #combo weekend

[whiskeyncoke-redux]

Big News

Chris Evans x Reader

Summary: The Reader has some news she wants to tell Chris but is waiting for the perfect time.

Warnings: Smut 18+ ONLY Minors DNI -  Mentions of pregnancy

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You had big news, the biggest actually, but you had no idea how to bring it up to Chris. How do you tell someone something this big, this life changing? You had planned on telling him when he had gotten home, but things got so busy you never had the chance. And you wanted the perfect chance. The moment had to be right.

You figured today would be right. So far you had nothing planned, so you could get him alone and tell him your news. Right when you were rehearsing what to say he popped his head in your bedroom.

“Hey, Y/N?”

You stopped in mid-sentence, hoping that he didn’t hear you talking to yourself. “Yeah, babe, what’s up?”

“Scott’s just invited us to a party at his place.”

You groaned, there went your plans for the day; and you really didn’t want to go out. You hadn’t been feeling well lately.

“Oh, c’mon, you love Scott and Shana will be there too.”

“Yeah, I was just hoping we could stay in today. We haven’t had much time together lately.”

“I know, but it won’t be a big party. Just a few people. We won’t stay long, I promise.”

You sighed and looked down at your sweats and Chris’s old Patriots shirt you were wearing. “Okay, give me a minute to get ready.”

You’d just have to find another time.

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Well, he was right, it was a pretty laid back party. His brother had just invited some of his friends over and you all were just hanging out talking, drinking and eating. It was nice, but you couldn’t fully enjoy it because you really wanted to tell Chris your news. Plus you couldn’t really drink anything.

“Hey, Y/N.” You turned to see Shana standing there, holding one of Chris’s nieces in her arms. “Can you watch her for a sec? I gotta step out and make a call.”

“Yeah, sure.” You held out your arms and the little girl reached out for you eagerly.

You loved kids. Playing with them was so much fun and this little girl was one of the cutest you had seen. She smiled her gummy smile at you and you felt your heart melt. You honestly couldn’t wait to have one of your own.

As you walked around with her, bouncing her in your arms and talking to her, Chris watched you with his brother. He had a sort of wistful smile on his face.

Scott looked over at him. “Okay when are you two gonna start having a family of your own? You’ve been married, what, two years? Don’t you think it’s time?”

“You know I do. How long have I wanted kids? But I don’t wanna push Y/N into something she’s not ready for. Besides you know she’s focusing on her career now and I don’t want to interrupt that.”

They looked up at a high pitched squeal from their niece. You were making faces at her now and you both were laughing in delight.

“Looks like she’s ready to me.” Scott said simply.

Chris didn’t say anything, taking another sip of his beer and watching you across the room, still smiling.

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You were laughing at Chris as he stumbled through the door. He had had one too many beers and he was being silly. You had driven home and listened to him drunkenly babble on about something or other his friends had done at the party.

You were still trying to figure out how to tell him the news you had, when he said something that really caught your attention.

“Oh and you won’t believe what Scott said to me.” He slurred slightly. “We were watching you play with Lizzie and he asked when you and me were gonna have a kid.”

You laughed. “And what did you say?”

“I told him that I wanted a kid. You know I do. But I don’t wanna force you. I know it’s a big deal and everything.”

“True.” You agreed.

“But like, I really, really do want one, Y/N. Not that I’m pushing you or anything. But, you know, when are we gonna try? No rush. But you know…”

You had put a finger on his lips to quiet him. He was really babbling now.

“You know, how ‘bout we talk about this when you’re sober?”

“Yeah, yeah sure. I just want you to know that I want one but I’m not forcing you or anything.”

“I know, baby.” You laughed. “Let’s get some sleep, hm?”

“Okay… not pushing you or nothing.”

You pushed him into the bedroom, laughing at him still babbling about wanting a kid but not rushing you.

“We’ll talk in the morning, okay? Promise.” You crawled into bed next to him.

“M’kay. In the morning.”

Next thing you knew, he was snoring lightly.

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When you rolled over in the morning, you had made up your mind to just tell him. Any time would be the perfect time. Trying to make it special was just prolonging it. Chris was still sleeping, mouth slightly open. You chuckled to yourself.

You made to get out of the bed, when he woke up.

“Morning, sunshine.” You said to him. “How’d you sleep?”

“Good.” He mumbled.

“So what do you want for breakfast?” You asked, scooting over closer to him and laying your head on his chest.

“I want to talk about last night.” He said.

You looked up at him. He had a serious look on his face. “What about last night?”

“You said, we’d talk about kids in the morning, and it’s the morning.”

“Okay.” You settled back on the pillows. “Let’s talk.”

“Alright, umm.” He paused, turning over to look at you. “I don’t really know what else to say. I mean you know how I feel. You know that I want a family, but I know how important your career is. I don’t want you to feel like you have to stop just because I want a baby.”

You nodded.

“But it is a big deal to me. We’ve been married two years and I know we’ve talked about having a family.”

You nodded again. “We did.”

“So, I mean,” he rubbed the back of his neck. “What do we do?”

You were quiet for a minute. “Well, I think the answer to that question is simple. We have a baby.”

“Are… are you serious?” He began to get excited.

“Yeah. I am.”

“Wow, okay umm when? I mean we can get started working on that now if you want.” He said and reached for you, pulling you back to him.

You laughed and kissed him.

“Oh, okay so we’re starting now.” He said against your lips. He moved his hand down to your waist pulling up the old shirt you wore to bed.

You threw your leg over him and straddled his hips and looked down at him. “Well, we don’t have to start right now.”

He sighed, laying back on the pillows, his hands rubbing your thighs, a slightly disappointed look on his face.

“No?”

“Nah,” you said. “I think we should wait on this first one.”

He looked up at you in confusion.

“First one?”

“Yeah, I mean wouldn’t make sense to try for a baby when we already have one on the way. Seems a little excessive, don’t you think?”

You looked down at him, your head cocked to one side, waiting for the news to settle in his mind.

When he finally made sense of what you said, his whole face lit up. “We… we’re gonna have a baby? Like now? You’re pregnant?”

“Yes. And Yes!”

“I’m gonna be a dad?”

You started laughing at him. “Yes, baby, you’re gonna be a dad.”

He sat up so fast he almost toppled you over. You grabbed onto his shoulders to steady yourself.

“Oh my god.”

“I know right?” You smiled down at him. “So I guess we don’t have to try…”

“Well, no… but we can celebrate.” His hands playing with the hem of your shirt that was up over your hips.

“I like that idea.” You said as he lifted the shirt over your head leaving you in nothing at all.

He cocked an eyebrow at the fact that you had nothing on under your shirt. You giggled at the expression on his face and kissed him sliding your tongue past his lips to deepen the kiss.

As you kissed him he lay back to wiggle out of his sweats and boxers. You lifted your hips to give him room to move. Once his clothes were clear, he grabbed your hips and lowered you slowly onto his hardened dick. You were already so wet from the kiss. You moaned at the pleasurable feel of him inside of you, filling you up.

You began moving up and down on him slowly, enjoying in the feel of him moving in and out of you. You started moving faster, your hands on his chest for leverage, his hands gripping your hips to help you maintain your pace.

He sat up, and kissed you again, deeply. He slid his hands up from your waist to your back, pulling you a bit closer. You kept moving against him, feeling yourself coming closer to your climax. All the while Chris was whispering in your ear.

“Come on, Y/N, baby. Let go. I feel you. Cum for me baby.”

He sld one hand between your bodies to play with your clit. Since it was so sensitive from the friction of your bodies, his touch sent you over the edge and you came with a loud moan of his name.

He rolled your bodied over, so he was on top of you and began moving in and out of you faster. Still stimulated from your orgasm, every drag of his dick inside of you caused you to sigh in pleasure. He was close, you could tell. The thrusts of his hips were becoming erratic. With a groan he came and collapsed on top of you.

After a second he realized he might be crushing you and your unborn child and hastily rolled off of you with an apology. You chuckled and told him it was okay.

You both lay there the thought of the news you had told him still swirling around you. You were about to be parents and there was so much to do.

He rolled over on his side. “This is really happening huh?”

“Yeah it is,” you said smiling.

He scooted over to you and raising himself up on his elbow, looked down at you. “I can’t believe it.”

He placed his hand on your stomach.

“Dad. I’m going to be a dad.”

#Chris Evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans x you #chris evans x y/n #chris evans x wife!reader #chris evans smut #chris evans rpf #rpf smut #rpf #reader insert smut #whiskey writes

[itjazzbicch]

No Angel

Pairing:  Johnny Cage x Fem Reader 

Quick Authors Note: This fic is supposed to be a bit funny but spicy! Also, the reader is a bit of a daredevil airhead (LOL)

Summary: Living life on a farm, the reader is loaded with excitement as she goes to Hollywood with her best friend, Johnny Cage, for the first time, diving headfirst into a whole new experience that she only wants to share with him...

Warnings:  SMUT! (18+ ONLY! MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!) Swearing, skinny dipping, pool-sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), loss of virginity, foreplay, oral M receiving, pet names (buttercup, baby, angel)

Word Count: 1.7k 

Considering I only knew life on a farm before Lord Lui Kang changed that, culture shock wasn't even fitting enough to describe my feelings.

First Outworld, then a whole other timeline? My brain was stuffed with loads of new information. Life still had its beautiful days after all I’d seen.

One of my new but best friends, Johnny, offered to let me play my role in his recent work, and when I saw Hollywood? I felt like a kid again, curious and wanting to see everything there.

Since we had the time and Johnny was a megastar, he showed me all there was to see. All the vast buildings, the Walk of Fame, the Hollywood sign. It was all so beautiful.

I was gasping and awing all day, making Johnny laugh yet again as he brought me to his home:

"YOU LIVE HERE?!"

"Hell yeah, buttercup," Opening the door for me, I ran in and stopped to take in his gorgeous home, gasping as I saw the pool with a view of the city before me.

"You even have a pool?!" I squealed, and he continued to laugh at me:

"Wanna go for a swim?"

"Please?!" I jumped for joy, not paying attention to him:

"Let me go grab-"

"Thanks for the towel!" That's what I thought he would get, frozen and watching me toss off my clothes, jumping right in, in just my bra and panties, "Ahh, the waters not freezing!"

I was having so much fun, floating on my back and seeing Johnny, still frozen and staring at me.

"What? Have you never swum in panties before? Mine are clean! I swear!"

We both laughed at what I said, Johnny shaking his head at me as he unbuttoned his shirt:

"You are something else, Y/N."

"Just jump in! Hurry up, Johnny!" Bundled with energy, I laughed as he got down to his briefs, jumping in and splashing water all over me.

"Hey!" I smiled, splashing and laughing hard as he choked on the water, "I'm sorry!"

"It's okay. Sike!" Splashing right back, the water went up my nose, making me snort, but I was still smiling, turning to shake off the burn in my nose, getting lost in the view of the city.

"It's beautiful, ain't it?" Joining me at the edge and enjoying the view too, I nodded:

"I see why you love this place so much. Thank you for all you've done for me today. I'm so happy."

"Oh, I know," He chuckled, pinching my plump cheek, "Don't mention it. You saved my ass how many times since we've met? It's the least I can do."

Flowing with happiness and graciousness, I hugged Johnny with a squeeze, expressing:

"Everyone may think a certain way about you, but know, I think you're the best, Johnny."

"Bout time someone's seen that," He was always boastful but hugged me back and smiled, "Thanks, buttercup."

"Of course," Kissing his cheek, my bundled energy wanted me to keep moving, so I offered, "Wanna keep having fun?"

The hand behind my back was ready to splash him again, but I noticed the look in his eyes as he stared at my body:

"You know what skinny dipping is?"

"Swimming naked, right?" I wasn't that out of touch with the modern world; realizing that he was flirting with me, I played along, shrugging, "My bra and undies need to dry, anyhow."

He wasn't expecting me to dive right into the situation, tossing my bra and panties to the floor next to us and letting out a sigh of relief:

"That's better."

"Hell yeah," He murmured, eyeing every part of skin he saw, again taken aback as I came to him, toying with the band of his briefs:

"Need help?"

"He, good one," He chuckled, going to the edge for a moment, "Just a second."

Floating back on the water, I stared at the bright city, looking back at him as I heard music playing softly, noticing his briefs on the floor next to my wet garments.

"Setting the mood?" I giggled, swimming to him and saying, "It's a first for me, but I trust you, Johnny."

"I knew Buttercup was perfect for you," Pulling me to him by the waist, he had so much charm, getting lost in his eyes, "You're so sweet."

"You're sweet too," I smiled, playfully mocking the voice he'd used when saying, "Buttercup."

Laughing but starting to get handsy, the pace picked up as his lips inched closer to mine:

"Never a dull moment with you."

When our lips met, I never felt my blood rush as it did then, knowing what was happening to me but actually processing it for the first time, not wanting to embarrass myself because of my inexperience as I kissed back, not so hard on myself mentally as he dipped his hand down to squeeze my ass:

"Sure that this a first for you?"

"I wouldn't lie to you," Kissing more, he was mindful but wanting more as his tongue rolled:

"Just asking because damn, you're good."

That compliment made me feel even better, daring to go under the water to touch him, a little hesitant till he took my hand, doing so for me, softly wrapping my hand around his cock, his guidance pumping it up and down.

"I'm all yours, buttercup," Letting my hand go as I stroked his cock on my own, all nervousness left me as he cooed, "Go after what you want."

Nodding in my kisses, I didn't notice how fast I began to stroke him, the rush in me taking control, especially when his hands slid between my thighs from behind, a finger gliding through my folds.

I instantly whimpered at the feeling. I stopped what I was doing to adjust my legs, whispering in my blissful sigh, "That's really nice."

"Want something even better?" His whisper in my ear made me twitch with anticipation, moaning at his finger slipping into me, pumping softly.

Resting against his chest, I was smiling with moans, continuing to praise, "That's so, so nice."

"I promise, I'll keep making you feel good," Pumping a bit faster made me want more, palming his cock and making him stare at me from my rather bold offer:

"Just want to fuck already?"

"Again, you sure this is your first time?" Just wanting to be sure, I giggled but meant wholeheartedly:

"I just want you to be my first. I imagine that you won't disappoint me."

"Imagine?" Getting things back on track, we floated to the wall with the view, his charm coming back strong, "You've thought about it before?"

A bit flustered as he guessed correctly, I admitted, "Yeah, I mean, have you seen yourself?"

"Sexy, right?" He chuckled, taking my thighs and picking me up, wrapping my legs around his waist, my arms wrapping around his neck:

"Mega sexy," I giggled, watching his hand under the water.

"Just tell me if you need to stop," Caring that this was my first time, he helped ease the little anxiousness with a kiss, unintentionally biting his lip when I felt a pop inside.

"Johnny-" Whimpering and biting a little harder, I began to stretch open on his girth, grunting as he pushed into me softly.

"You all right, buttercup?" Checking on me, my body made more room for him, begging for more, showing that I was more than alright as I pushed against him, intrusive thoughts taking over my mouth:

"Fuck me."

"My, my," Pushing further, he had no complaints, smiling against my neck, "My sweet, innocent buttercup isn't so innocent, huh?"

"Is that a bad thing?" Shivering with pleasure, I was only curious, back to smiles as his head shook:

"Far from it. Don't worry, angel. I'll hold your halo so you can have a little demon time."

The water started splashing against us as he pulled back and rolled his hips quicker, still soft but making me moan more, clinging and exploring a whole new universe, loving how my nerves jolted and the way he could go deep, learning new points in me that I didn't realize I had.

"You like that?" Watching me moan, I was tight and wet, taking him easier, "You feelin' good?"

"Yeah, yeah!" Feeling our hips inching closer, I wondered if I could take all of him, sharing a loud gasp with him as I pushed myself down onto all his cock, "Yeah, Johnny!"

"Oh fuck," He huffed, proud of me as he had to look to believe, only pulling back a bit of his length, bucking and creating more splashes, "You want it like that?"

"Please," Nodding quickly, I felt a tear in the corner of my eye, "It feels so good."

With our hips meeting, his pelvis brushed against my clit, and after so much, it swelled, pulsating, gasping out each time he hit it again:

"Ooo-Ooo!"

"Gonna cum, baby?" Holding my head and finding my eyes, it was hard to stay still, twitching and whining:

"Yeahhh! Make me, Johnny!"

"I gotcha, baby," Hugging my torso and going a bit faster, he started groaning at how I clenched his cock, "Fuck that's tight. Oh, yeaa-."

My head fell back, and when I opened my eyes, all I saw were blurred city lights, then his blurred but bright smile as he picked me back up, hugging his head tight as it hit me, shaking with pleasure and gasping:

"Shit, that's amazing. You're amazing, Johnny."

"So are you," He hummed, slowing to a stop and whispering, "Your pussy's too damn good."

Knowing why he stopped, the water helped me stand upright, turning so that he was against the wall, looking down at how hard he was holding his cock:

"Want me to take care of that?"

"Wanna tell me how?" Cocking his eyebrow, knowing and keeping his hips above water, he shook and gasped at how quickly I sunk and took his tip into my mouth, "Shit, baby. Fuccck-"

He instantly came from my warm, wet mouth, gladly taking his load, picking my head up as I swallowed:

"Sorry, that's all we could do since we're in the pool."

"Don't you dare apologize," He heaved, smiling down at me, "You know how good that feels?"

I thought I couldn't stop smiling before? My smile was stuck on my face as I hugged him, floating as he picked me up, "I love that I make you feel good, too." 

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#mortal kombat #mortal kombat 1 #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat imagine #mortal kombat fic #mortal kombat smut #mortal kombat oneshot #johnny cage #johnny cage x reader #johnny cage imagine #johnny cage fic #johnny cage smut #johnny cage oneshot #read and enjoy

[weaselle]

actually after adding this story to another post i got so mad i'm making it a separate post

when i was a kid in a musical production of Peter Pan I got a largish role which was awesome, but i was already self conscious about my voice and during rehearsals for one of the songs the director came up onto the stage squinting like he had a mouth full of lemon juice and stalked up and down in front of us until finally he zeroed in on me and had us all stop singing and then had just me alone sing a couple lines and nodded and said "yeah, you don't sing anymore, just mouth the words silently" and then told the kids on either side of me to sing a little louder to cover it...

and no amount of knowing logically that he was wrong for doing that has helped me overcome my fear of singing in front of people after that

and there have been some other times people (looking at you, mother) have said things to similar effect

the real hell of it is, i'm like... i have a lot of songs in me. i'm constantly writing original songs that i'm too afraid to sing for anyone

here are a few. they each have a specific melody.. I wish you could hear them

i don't feel like complainin' 'bout my life today and i ain't got a lot to brag about so i'm just usin' this music to keep movin' and i don't mind if i'm a part of your show so look at life all over and it can be rough if gettin' is your goal you won't get enough but i got me and i'm free an' warm spinnin' and grinnin' in the eye of the storm

i don't need to be winnin' while i'm gamin' and i don't feel like a losin' man no winnin' or losin' i guess that leaves playin' and i don't mind if i'm a part of your band

they say this race of rats is crazy it's dog eat dog they need a sheep to be a workhorse and go whole hog well i'm no genius most of the time but at least i can be nobody's fool but mine

at least i can be! nobody's fool but mine

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I don’t care … I don’t care if this minute is our last you can bet I’ll be living it before I let it past

(repeat)

Plan in command like a band with a marching tune, dooming our duo when you go embarking soon, damn I’m just glad that we had this hot interlude, hoping we’ll pause and not stop ‘cause I’m into you! checking the phone when alone for the text – that gives me this feeling I’m reeling I’m blessed – the sex is appealing for real but the rest of the sum of your parts makes my heart beat its chest

I don’t care … I don’t care if this minute is our last you can bet I’ll be loving it before I let it past

(repeat)

a decade ago we met lost and were friends christened our roads and then crossed them again we played and we dated like it ain’t a thing but lately our hook-up is more than a fling the two of us truly unduly effected - direction of goals that we hold gonna wreck it but check it I’m with it I’m livin’ it reckless to be where you’re breathin’ is leavin’ me breathless

I don’t care … I don’t care if this minute is our last you can bet I’ll be loving you before I let it past

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I went to bed lonely, found waking I’d only held dreams of you… In Dreamland I dwelt, but those feelings I felt still seem so true… I dreamt you still wanted me, that’s what’s still haunting me deep in my heart… though awake I believe in the many good reasons we’re keeping apart…

I cry diamonds! I weep songs of may never be I cry gemstones! each one a good memory each action taken, all of the fine bad and more I’d never trade them, these tears are my dragon’s hoard

I’m happy to see you, I knew that would be true our love never could end… I would swear an oath, this is best for us both and you’re still my good friend… but some nights my soul just doesn’t feel whole when I’m not by your side… so I add to and hold, all the jewels and the gold that I’ve already cried…

I cry diamonds! I weep songs of may never be I cry gemstones! each one a good memory each action taken, all of the fine bad and more I’d never trade them, these tears are my dragon’s hoard

So I’ll seek out adventure, eventually enter a time. when. I… leave this treasure heap, spread my wings and leap into the sky… I’ve dreams I believe in but please know that even when I. reach. them… I’ll visit these memories, loving and tenderly holding each gem..

I cry diamonds! I weep songs of may never be I cry gemstones! each one a good memory each action taken, all of the fine bad and more I’d never trade them…

these tears are my dragon’s hoard

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i wanna go off… i’ll go on the run- i wanna go big… go off like a gun they tell me come on just do as i’m told stop dreaming of hot find joy in this cold but i want the heat (oh yes) i want to feel warm! don’t want to repeat (this mess) don’t want to conform

still i pay my taxes i jump through the hoops it never relaxes: life lived in a loop

I want to go off… go off like a gun! a bright shooting star- as hot as the sun

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my best my best is what i give i never rest i never live but i don’t die i try to grip this liquid life inside my fist is this a test what must i learn if this is hell oh well i’ll burn and use my body as a meal is this what godly beings feel?

so come the worst i’ll curse and taaaake it if i don’t try this life is waaaaasted I’ll struggle puzzled cold and naaaaaaked and hold to hope that i will maaaake it and if i don’t then may my bones out in the garden over-grown be turned into some little home for those as lost and as alone

the stars all wheel over head it’s always heal or be dead i must i know let go of dread and trust my questing steps instead

the day will play and i will daaaance it i’ll set my bet down and i’ll chaaaaance it with danger hurtful flirt romaaaaaaantic make my own wish, insist i graaaaant it

my best my best is what i give i never rest but do i live still i don’t die i try to grip this liquid life inside my fist…

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i said i'm a tramp hobo and bum an' one mean son an' that's okay i said i'm a tramp i know but lovin' keeps on comin' my-y way

some times i'm just a drifter who's down on his luck but a smile from the Lady tips my own lips up!

down and out i ain't got nothin' but my laugh and my tough an' my-y name down and out my main skill bluffin' it's enough in thi-is game

my rhymes are just a whistle i'm hummin' along but with some help from the Lady i can sing this song!

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maybe i'll find a singer or some musicians to partner up with

#song #songs #song master list #poem #poetry #all songs are poems i guess

[scarisd3ad]

To the end and back [daryl Dixon x reader]

Chapter one - the archer

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Summary - after the world ended you were sure you’d never find love again but a certain archer catches your eyes and changes the entire trajectory of your life.

Warnings - normal twd warnings

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Fifty-four days it's been fifty-four days since the initial outbreak. I am trying to remember how I got here with this group by a quarry just a bit out of Atlanta. It's all jumbled together: how my roommate got infected, how I got out of the city, how Shane found me stumbling towards their camp. There were many people here, enough to keep each other protected. We had a couple cars and tents, guns and weapons. Some of us go out for supply runs every now and then just to pick up food and other essentials.

There's a couple kids here too. I don't know how they can play around and be happy-go-lucky after what they've seen. All the people here are lovely except for a few I don't bother with because I'm scared of them. Like Daryl and his brother Merle, those two motherfuckers scare me. They both have heavy Southern accents, and I swear they do drugs. Since we were running low, Daryl, Shane, and Glenn had gone into the city to grab some extra food for the camp.

It was starting to get dark. I'm sitting in a lawn chair by the fire with a blanket wrapped around my shoulders. They had been out for about 3 to 4 hours when we heard the sounds of cars pulling up. Everyone turns around to ensure it's them and not some random person. It is them, though.

They all get out with backpacks full of things like food and water. If we're lucky, they'll bring back some toys for the kids, new clothes, and even random little gadgets. Some kids ran up to the cars as the three men got out. I turn back around, staring at the fire.

I don't know what day it is, what time, or what month. It's starting to get dark. The walkers are way more active at night, so I always try to get into my tent as soon as the sun begins to go down. Amy walks over and sits next to me. Amy and I get along well because we're the same age. "You alright?" She asks I shrug in response. Sometimes, I just think, think, and think, which makes me go down the rabbit hole of asking myself, why me? Why was I here? Why was this happening? What did I do to deserve this? "Just a bit hungry, y'know?" I whispered.

We don't get to eat three meals a day like we used to anymore, and my body was still getting used to the scarce amount of food. "Me too," she whispers back. I watch as Shane walks back towards camp with Lori and her son Carl. Carl has short brown hair, blue eyes, and freckled cheeks. You'd often mistake them for a family, but they're not. Apparently, Shane was a cop and was Lori's husband's partner before the outbreak. Lori's husband died, so Shane's taking over. Carl has a brand-new toy car in his hands, which he's showing off to Sophia, Carol and Ed's daughter. She's got an almost strawberry-blonde bob, brown eyes, and freckles.

"Hey." I see Daryl standing before me with a package of instant noodles. My brows furrow, confused because I've never really spoken to him. His hair is short, like he had a buzz cut, but it's grown out, and he has blue eyes. I wasn't going to lie. He was a handsome man, just kind of scary at times. "Hi?" I say in more of a questioning tone. "I, um, got ya this while we were out," he said, tossing me the package. I smiled. That was sweet. "I heard ya talkin' bout missin' it, so I just..." he said, trailing off. "Wow, thanks, Daryl," I say with a giggle. He nods but quickly walks off to his brother. "That was cute," Amy says, and I roll my eyes. "Okay..." I sigh as I pat the package of noodles. "...I will admit that was actually really sweet." I sigh as I lean my head back. The sun is getting lower. "you gonna head out?" She asks. I nod as I push myself up out of the chair. "Night Am's," I yawn as I walk toward my tent.

I unzip my tent and step in. I try to make my tent feel as comfortable and at home as possible. So, I have bunches of pillows and blankets I've brought and collected throughout the month or two we've been going through this. I sit crisscrossed on my sleeping bag and zip my tent back up. I sigh as I lay back, placing the package of noodles with all of my other belongings. (Books, clothes, and other things I managed to grab before fleeing my apartment.)

I began to think about Daryl, realizing I never expected him to be that sweet. Especially to someone he's barely talked to. He was usually hot-headed. Both he and his brother had unpredictable tempers. That was Nowhere near the Daryl I had spoken to earlier. I don't remember falling asleep, but I shot up in a cold sweat. I don't even remember the dream, but I instinctively grab my knife. I listen closely to make sure I don't hear any walkers before unzipping my tent and crawling out. The fire is still blazing, and I can see Glenn sitting in front of it. It's definitely early morning.

 I could tell by the sky. I walked through the overgrown grass, it tickles my lower legs as I did so. I sit next to Glenn and sigh as the heat of the fire hits my face. "Hey," I say quietly. He looks up at me and smiles. "Hey, y/n/n. Can't sleep?" He asks. I nod slightly as I lean back in the chair, I'm sitting in. "nightmare," I whisper. He nods. "Same, can't close my eyes without seeing a Walker. "I lean my head against his shoulder. Glenn was the first person I was open to talking to once I got here. I was too scared of the others, but Glenn was the sweetest guy I've ever met.

"Do you ever think about how it was before?" I ask, and he nods. I think about it all the time: what if this never happened? Would I still be going to college; would I still be living in my shitty apartment. Sometimes, I think about how I would've never met Glenn or Amy if this had never happened. "Yeah, all the time," he whispers as he grabs my cold hand, warming it up. "Do you miss it?" I say, turning my head. He nods. "of course I do..but if this never happened, I'd never have met you." I nod with a smile and a laugh. "You're like my best friend, y/n," he says, and I laugh as I bury my head in his shoulder. "You should go back to bed," Glenn whispers. I nod, lifting my head off his shoulder. "I'll see you later," I say, pushing myself off the chair. "Love you!" Glenn shouts as I walk away.

"Love you too!"

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An Impromptu Snow Day

Din Djarin/Reader

Words: 1,853

Summary: When the three of you are left stranded on a snowy planet, you resolve to try and make the experience as much fun as possible. In hindsight, you should have expected him to be this competitive.

this is my contribution to the @pedrostories secret santa gift exchange! my prompt was from @oogaboogasphincter , and i really enjoyed writing it!!

Din Djarin Masterlist

You should have known at this point that nothing ever went to plan when you and Din were traveling. Even something as simple as a stop to refuel would often get foiled by rival bounty hunters, people who just wanted to kill one of you, or large beasts that you had accidentally woken up from hibernation. This time however, it was nature that was preventing your plan from coming to fruition (which was a new one for you at least). You weren’t an encyclopedia of knowledge about every single planet in the galaxy, there was no way you could have known which planets have changing weather patterns and which ones remained the same climate no matter what, so this really wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t anyone’s fault, just a bout of bad luck that prevented the Razor Crest from getting back into the planet’s atmosphere.

Thankfully, you had already successfully acquired the fuel and added it to the ship’s receptacle when it began to snow, and it just meant that your departure from whatever this planet was called was delayed, not the entire operation. You had originally looked at the sky in wonder, Grogu in your arms, as the delicate little flakes fell and accumulated on the ground below. It was previously something you had only heard of and read about, and seeing it in person for the first time was a sight to behold.

When the snow and the wind didn’t let up even as the day went on, that’s when you started to grow annoyed with the so-called breathtaking natural phenomenon. Din was silent and stoic as ever, but you could tell that it was bothering him too. You were lucky that this planet seemed to be out of the way of anyone who wanted to hurt Din or Grogu, but it was still dangerous for the three of you to remain in one place for too long, no matter how off the grid it seemed to appear.

Grogu was also getting antsy. He would jump down from your arms and waddle across the floors of the ship, pushing buttons that he could reach and generally causing mayhem as you tried to get him to sit still for a little longer. Eventually (after he had wandered towards the door of the ship one too many times), you had an idea.

“I’m going to take the kid outside for a little bit,” you told Din. “Let him play a little in the snow, because he’s clearly bored just waiting in here.”

“Alright,” Din said. “Do you have clothes warm enough to go out there? Because I can stay with him if needed.”

You shook your head, offering a warm smile. “Don’t worry, I’ve got enough clothes,” you said. “You can stay in here if you’d like.”

You couldn’t see the expression he wore due to the helmet on his head, but he have you a nod before you went to go put on a few more layers. Din was still something of an enigma to you, even after you’d traveled with him for so long. You couldn’t deny the way you were drawn to him, or the strong bond you had forged with him and Grogu. You couldn’t really see yourself anywhere else at this point, that’s how much those two had become a constant in your life, and you thought that he felt similarly towards you (although maybe your fantasies about kissing him weren’t reciprocated). He was as openly affectionate with the kid as someone clad head to toe in beskar could be, and you would occasionally fall asleep with him when you weren’t alternating who was piloting the ship (as there was only one bunk besides the hammock where Grogu slept). You had never seen him without his helmet, but you didn’t need to know what he looked like to know how you felt about him.

When you stepped out onto the ground, Grogu hopped out of your arms and landed in the fluffy white snow, sinking through it almost immediately. Your eyes widened as you watched, but you relaxed as you heard happy coos and giggles from where he was standing.

Tentatively stepping across the snow-covered ground, you couldn’t help but smile too. There was something special about being here right now, something that made you feel like a child again, despite the fact that you had grown up on Tatooine, with a climate nothing like this.

You reached down and started to gather a bunch of snow in your gloved hands, watching in awe as the snow clumped together to form a crude sphere. Grogu watched you with intense interest, you knew how he felt about that particular shape. When you tossed your packed ball of snow in the air, the two of you watched as it hit the ground and broke apart once again.

A smile on your face, it seemed that you and the child had the same idea, and for a while you both did just that, tossing balls of snow in the air and watching them fall and reunite with the blanket of white already on the ground. It was only after you laid eyes on the ship again did your idea expand a little, and this time instead of throwing the snowballs you made up into the air, you stockpiled them behind a nearby rock. Grogu watched you with inquisitive eyes, and even contributed a few snowballs of his own, making some of them hover in the air at your eye level before gently placing them next to your small pile.

When you felt that you had enough ammunition, you pressed the button to turn on the comm device that rested on your wrist (it was supposed to be for emergencies only, but in this moment you didn’t care). “Can you come out here for a moment please?” you asked Din, keeping your voice even as to not give away your intentions.

“Is something wrong?” he immediately sounded worried. It was probably a valid reaction, given the kind of troubles you had faced with him in the past, but you didn’t want to arouse any suspicion.

“No, nothing like that,” you said. “The kid and I wanted to show you something, that’s all.”

“Alright.”

You waited with bated breath for him to appear at the top of the ship’s boarding ramp, and soon your shining target was visible. Quickly and without warning, you launched two of your snowballs in his direction, and they both hit him gently in the chest, sliding down from where they hit his armor. You stared at him for a few moments after that, and you knew by the tilt of his helmet he was staring right back. But he didn’t get a chance to say anything before the child had launched a snowball of his own, hovering through the air and landing on his left shoulder.

Everything after that happened so quickly you couldn’t really keep track, but Din raced down the ramp and quickly made his own snowball, launching it in your direction before you could make your next move.

Eventually, it was all out war between you. Of course Din’s reflexes were the best you’d ever seen, he was a Mandalorian for Maker’s sake. But it warmed your heart that he was willing to play along with this little game, even if you were now being pelted with snow. You had that large rock to hide behind, but the little bit of shelter it offered wasn’t nearly enough to successfully evade Din.

You launched snowballs at him, he fired right back. Grogu found enjoyment in making his snowballs float high in the air and then dropping them over your heads, and the two of you retaliated with a few gently tossed clumps of snow at him too. You and Din took turns chasing each other around the area where the ship was parked, laughing and attempting to scare each other with threats you would never actually make good on.

“Get back here!”

“You’ll have to bring me in cold, Djarin!”

“Oh cyar’ika, I can do that.”

You stopped momentarily as you tried to register the term he had just used, but it seemed that was exactly what he wanted. It was too late to dodge as he tackled you, but you knew that you could take him down too, so you threw your leg out and caught the armor on his calf, sending him down onto the snowy ground along with you.

Neither of you landed on top of each other, but when you both turned to see if the other was okay, you ended up way closer to him than you had even been before. You couldn’t see his face due to his helmet, but you knew that if you leaned in a little you would be kissing the cold metal.

Suddenly overcome with emotion (and the realization of what position you were in), you and Din pulled away from each other. “Are you okay?” he asked.

You nodded. “Yeah, what about you?”

“I’m fine,” he said, and the tone of his voice made it known that he was aware of the situation’s awkwardness as much as you were. “It’s getting dark, why don’t we bring the kid inside?”

You nodded again, trying to get your brain to stop thinking about kissing him. “Yeah, that’s a good idea,” you said. “We can go to sleep, and hopefully be able to leave this place tomorrow once the snow stops.”

Grogu, as it turned out, was watching the exchange between you and Din the entire time, and he thankfully seemed to agree that it was time to go back into the ship. Right as you finished getting changed into dry clothes and settling the child into his hammock, the light from this planet’s sun had completely disappeared for the day.

It was pitch dark in the barrack of the ship, and you couldn’t see a thing. So when you felt Din’s warm body slide into the cot next to you, it was a pleasant surprise. This wasn’t an uncommon experience for you and him to fall asleep together, seeing as the ship was only so big, but you worried that you had somehow ruined that with the events of the snowball fight this afternoon. Not saying anything so you didn’t ruin the moment, you just snuggled closer to Din’s side, taking in the scent of him that you found so pleasant and comforting.

“I had fun out there today with you and the kid.” His voice was different without the helmet’s modulator, and it was always a little bit of a shock when you heard it, but you also thought it was one of the most attractive voices you’d ever come across.

“I had fun too,” you said. “I think the experience was good for him.”

Din hummed in agreement as you yawned at the same time, and soon the two of you were drifting off to dreamland together, your brain just barely registering the feeling of soft lips on your forehead as you finally fell asleep.

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9x03 | Warning Signs

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My Dr. Sozonius LORE Headcanons

✨Warning this is a bit long✨

Sozo is a character that has lived for a very long time. Whatever that mushroom was on their head not only influenced Sozo but kept them immortal. We know really nothing bout Sozos past so I made some headcanons for silly fun and for me to visualize who Sozo was and what his life may have looked like. I want to do my best to keep this as game accurate as possible, so there will be quotes from the game. The quotes are not at all in order! I kinda just bring up random Sozo quotes as I go. Also I apologize if this doesn't make sense or if I ramble (I get excited about certain topics) 

thank you so much @7moonbird for going over and editing this for me, Love ya Pookie!

And so we start:

Sozonius was born in the days of the old faith. He was present the day the Bishops declared the genocide of the lambs and he actually played a big part in assisting the lambs survival. However, he almost got caught and had to stop helping the lambs to keep his family safe. He's never seen any of the bishops but his village was part of Darkwood and therefore under Bishop Leshy’s ruling.

VILLAGE 

Sozonius village was mostly a colony of Carpenter Ants, there were a few other species living there too but it was mostly Carpenter Ants. I imagine there are different races of ants depending on the region they’re in; so there could be fire ants, pharaoh ants, and more! Most ants get along nicely and work together but sometimes other races of ants can be more temperamental and cause conflict between colonies. Carpenter ants are a more calm type of ants, they aren't aggressive but they are incredibly strong. Carpenters ants are known to live in trees; they hollow out trees to make their homes and they like to stay off the ground as much as possible in case of floods and other dangers.

In the colony they had their ruler, the “Queen,” who looked over the village and did queenly business (not gonna go too deep into it). Everyone had many different jobs, ants are hard workers and very strong. They made marvelous structures, farmed a lot of crops, and knew how to work together when there was a threat. Sozo’s village was one that many others would try making deals/trades with. I would talk more about his village but that's not why y’all are here lol. 

Sozonius was a fellow damn near everyone in the village knew. He loved his work and he loved to talk about it to anyone that expressed that they wanted to listen. He was that guy that you could get stuck in a conversation with and struggle to end it. He liked to ramble about his work and kids. Other than that though he never really started conversations with others, he would keep to himself unless someone interacted with him.

And I could definitely see him having a science rival but nothing too bad lol.

FAMILY

“Where am I…? Where is… my family…?”  are the words Sozo says when he turns back into Dr. Sozonius. I like to think he had a wife and two children. They didn’t have the best marriage but they made it work out for their two sons. His wife was a bit stubborn and very honest. She would say things before thinking which did cause issues, but Sozonius let it slide because he loved her so much and wanted a happy family for his sons. 

Sozonius was a very funny dude. He made dad jokes all the damn time, his family would pretend to hate the jokes but in reality they did love them. 

Sozo Dialogue “Now all Sozo can think about is mushrooms, mushrooms, MUSHROOMS… They don’t leave mush-room for anything else! Ha!”

(Also, this next idea is inspired off of @kuphulwho headcanons for Sozo. I loved her ideas and I recommend y'all look at her headcanons too!) Aside from Sozonius being a mycologist he had a side hobby of art! He wasn't the best artist, but he was really talented with sketching plants/fungi, he liked to make art of anything that interested him. He most likely wrote an educational picture book about Fungi, there's probably an old copy of it somewhere.

This art hobby caught the interest of his two sons, and they also started to pursue art. Sozonius would take his free time teaching his sons how to draw plants and such. Sozonius would hang his kids' art everywhere in their house, it was like walking into an art museum haha.

JOB

Sozonius studied mycology which means he studied fungi. Sozonius knew fungi could benefit his society and he wanted to help educate others about the importance of fungi. Soon he learned enough of a new discovery of mushroom people, neither plant nor animal…Sozonius then made the decision to go on a solo mission to study the Mushroomo people.

THE MUSHROOMOS 

Dr. Sozonius Dialogue “My name is Dr. Sozonius. I was researching the Mushroomos that live in Spore Grotto… strange creatures, Neither animal nor plant…” 

Sozonius went to Spore Grotto and at first, he studied the Mushroomo people from a distance setting up a campsite near the Mushroomo Village. When the Mushroomo people discovered Sozonius they welcomed him into their home, cheerful happy little things. Sozonius was given the chance to learn more about these strange creatures up close! How could he say no? Sozonius was welcomed into Spore Grotto and was treated like a god. 

Sozonius asked the Mushroomos many questions, but getting any actual answers from them was difficult. The Mushroomos treated Sozonius like he was their most special guest, they danced and sang for Sozonius. They would mimic Sozonius and follow him around, making sure to do anything he asked of them. There would be many times when the Mushroomos would offer to feed Sozonius menticide mushrooms but Sozonius knew a lot about fungi and declined their offers. However, there seemed to be a special Ritual the Mushroomos took part in… 

Sozonius had been in Spore Grotto for many weeks now, it was time for him to leave, he had studied enough and was ready to return home but the Mushroomos were surprisingly sad when he announced this. They wanted to show Sozonius a sacred ritual to them before he left, he wasn't aware of the menticide mushrooms being part of it…

Dr. Sozonius Dialogue “They gave me Menticide Mushrooms, and then… that’s the last thing I remember…”

After Sozonius was tricked into eating menticide mushrooms and also gave Sozonius a crown, a crown that would grow into Sozoniuss mind, he shall be the Mushroomos leader… And the new Sozo was made. (literally just think of Ice Age 2 when the lil sloths take Sid to be their fire king, however they don't sacrifice him)

The mushroom on Sozos head is very powerful, it makes me wonder what it is exactly, it gives the person wearing it immortality, but also causes the user to go insane (don't forget that Sozo is also being fed menticide mushrooms) the mushroom crown kinda reminds me of Chemachs crown. It seems to have a mind of its own and a face. I feel like the Mushroomos for days straight made sure to give Sozo a diet of only menticide mushrooms to make him forget everything and to possibly power the mushroom crown. They would constantly tell Sozo that his mind would be open and free, that it would make him feel better, and Sozo being under the influence of the mushroom listened to them.

A Mushroomo Dialogue "Once you taste the Menticide Mushroom your mind will be opened." 

As the years went by so did all the sanity Sozonius had left, but in some moments Sozonius seems to still be aware but not all there. 

Sozo Dialogue “Sozo had friends... Followers... family... now Sozo has mushrooms..."

Sozo over time seems to start to dislike his followers and call them liars. He even becomes quite cruel to his followers. Yet he also mentions that he trusts the lamb and wants the lamb to protect him from his followers which makes me believe that Sozonius is somehow a little aware and fighting against the mushroom crown’s influence. He is mad at the Mushroomos for lying to him, tricking him, making him into who he is now.

 Sozo Dialogue  “No need to thanks Sozo. Build it at your Cult then come back to me. Sozo shall grant you one last gift. Sozo is always fair. Always repays this debts. Not like those LIARS out there."

"You did it! Now I know I can trust you... not like those nasty liars outside. They are always watching, always listening! Here take this. You are Sozo's best friend, you are Sozo's only friend."

"Sozo can trust you now, Sozo will pledge himself to you! You will protect me from those liars outside and bring Sozo mushrooms!"

(Also a side note that my gf brought to my attention last second lol! Apparently parasitic mushrooms rely on insects to spread. That is probably why they tricked Sozonius into staying and eating menticide mushrooms. Maybe it's been that long since they've seen an insect)

SOZOS IMPRISONMENT

So, this next little headcanon of mine is an interesting one and might be confusing to explain. Was Sozonius imprisoned within his own mind while under the control of the mushroom crown? If he was, I can see him being stuck in a sort of loop, imagining his family and friends. Think like Mabel's Bubble from ‘Gravity Falls’ weirdmageddon. Sozonius is trapped in a mental bubble, stuck in a false reality as the now mushroom-infected Sozo takes over his body and actions. 

In Sozonius’s mental bubble he is in a place where trees are big, tall mushrooms and flowers are mushrooms, everywhere he turns its mushrooms. He knows something is wrong, everything is too strange, everyone he loves is there with him but is it real? It feels like he's living in a dream. Sozonius proceeds to talk to his friends and family as if they are actually there in which I noticed that Sozo will talk to the menticide mushrooms as if they are actual people.

Sozo Dialogue “Precious, perfect little mushrooms, Sozo is here now, Sozo will always be here…”

”Sozo is busy now… Sozo must commune with the ‘shrooms.”

As time passes more mushrooms grow in his mind prison, and they keep growing and growing until they start to grow on the people he loves. He knows something is happening, he's going mad, and he starts to search for an exit, he needs to escape this false reality that the mushroom crown has created for him. 

He starts fighting the mushroom crown’s hold on him which causes him to regain some awareness. This is when a part of him realizes he’s been tricked, and he starts refusing everything the Mushroomos give him and becomes cruel to them. However, the lambs have never done him wrong before and the lamb (from the cult) begins to be the only person he can trust. At least until it becomes too much and well… we know Sozo’s fate.

SOZO’S REVIVAL 

So Sozo doesn't get resurrected until all the bishops become mortal (at least in my playthrough). So all the bishop siblings are in the cult and learning the ways of mortal stuff and Sozo appears around the same time, still the crazy Sozo we know and love. However, he’s still very addicted to the menticide mushrooms and both the Lamb and night workers have found Sozo digging through the mushroom crops like a lil racoon.

Based on the game, Sozo likes to run around the cult and do his own thing; he often looks very spaced out but the moment someone talks to him he starts spitting nonsense before yelling at them to go away. The only people Sozo will talk to are people that give Sozo what he wants, which is menticide mushrooms! If you do that for him he will talk your ear off with nonsense, in conversations with him he will often talk about his followers, them being liars and disgusting little creatures. One day though Sozo’s personality seems to change? He starts to tell the lamb,

 “Sozo was just here, all alone, thinking about mushrooms... Uh, Sozo means Sozo's little Mushroomo followers!”

”Yes,, they must be so lost without Sozo. They love Sozo! Everyone loves Sozo - especially Lamb!”

“Without their great and beloved Sozo, Mushroomos must be so scared... YOU! You must save them! Save them and bring them to Sozo.”

”They will be trapped in Anura. They are always getting captured when they don't have their great Sozo to protect them. Rescue them and bring them to me.”

But when you bring the followers to Sozo he ends up eating them. At first glance you can assume it's just his addiction, in which it most certainly could be! He sees a big mushroom and he's like oooo~ delicious but there's also a possibility of this being Dr. Sozonius’s anger coming out. The whole fighting against the mushroom crown’s influence and realization that he’s been tricked. Maybe a mix of his addiction and anger for what they did to him? I’m not too sure if Sozo eating the Mushroomos was a problem before he joined the cult.

Of course, this addiction must be stopped so the lamb decides enough is enough and refuses to get more Mushroomos. This causes Sozo to dissent and, with little choice, the Lamb has to put him in rehab. I imagine it would’ve been a struggle getting Sozo to the prison without the Red Crown’s help. With the power of an ant that is Sozo’s size it's a miracle he didnt break that pillory while he was in it. Sozo just stayed silent and didn't fight; the person he had put his trust and hope in has imprisoned him. Sozo is a bit depressed at that moment. 

After Sozo has been re-educated, released, and cured of his addiction the mushroom crown finally falls off his head. Which, like I said before, makes me wonder, was it being powered by the menticide mushrooms Sozo has been eating or is it something else?

But Dr. Sozonius talks about some stuff before saying,

Dr. Sozonius Dialogue “I can’t help but feel that I have you to thank for… something. You have my loyalty, I will remain here and serve you. Please, take this!”

Sozonius was ready to live his life rather than reunite with his family in the afterlife. He wasn't expecting to be resurrected after dying in the cult from old age. But Sozonius gave the lamb their loyalty and promised to stay in the cult and serve them. The Lamb had been so kind as to give Sozonius an immortality necklace, the Lamb didn’t want Sozonius to go yet… and Sozo’s heart was too kind and soft. He will have to wait a bit longer to return home to his family, but maybe some good things will come out of staying longer~

Also! Who do we think Sozo was talking to? 

A Mushroomo Dialogue "Who is Sozo talking to when he whispers in the dark...?"

Is he talking to himself? The mushrooms? Or the Fox?

#THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN TO MAKE #THANK YOU SO MUCH MOONBIRD #I hope yall like my idea of what Sozos story might be so sorry if I rambled a lot #hope yall like to read #my headcanons #cult of the lamb headcanons #cult of the lamb sozonius #cult of the lamb #sozo headcanons #cult of the lamb sozo #cotl sozo #cotl sozonius #cotl headcanons #sorry if it didn’t make sense😭 #cotl dr sozonius #dr sozonius #the shattered crown AU

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Hey friend!

Maybe this has been asked before, but was Avery inspired by anyone? ( ·ิϖ·ิ)

I don't think anyone has ever asked me this on this blog! Honestly, I've tried many times to nail down exactly what inspired Avery, but... I never can, not completely.

This is going to get long, I'm sorry.

I turned 30 last year. It wasn't in a "midlife crisis" or depressive kind of way, but I started thinking a lot about how I wanted the rest of my life to go, and what I wanted out of life that I'd never had a chance to have. I decided that there were two things I really yearned to do -- make art, and make friends. I figured a good place to start dipping my toes in would be Tumblr, since I'd used it in the past and I knew there would be a lot of art here to inspire me. And I was inspired... massively. Especially after I started actually drawing, myself. I started getting more ideas at once than I'd ever had in my life, and it triggered a bout of insomnia I am still dealing with now, almost six months later.

The first time I can remember thinking about Avery was during one such sleepless night, desperately trying to coax myself to sleep. Laying in the dark, I'd close my eyes and imagine leaving my body, floating above my apartment complex. I'd wander around like a ghost, exploring places I'd seen, but which are normally inaccessible... private roads, fenced estates, etc. I'd imagine sitting on the edge of a skyscraper, watching the city move beneath me, imagining what people were doing, why they were up so late, etc.

I imagined this many nights... It became a pet fantasy. When I was a kid, I read a book called Billy the Bird by Dick King-Smith, maybe that's where I got the idea... I don't know. Along with the insomnia were vicious bouts of nostalgia, too, so... It's possible.

But, anyway... I'd get lonely.

I wanted someone to talk to, so I imagined someone sitting with me. Someone who could only come out at night, for fear of being seen. Someone for whom sitting on the edge of a skyscraper was no concern, and who could catch me if I fell. I imagined he was soft, gentle... a good listener, maybe even a bit shy. I imagined he was an intellectual, capable of being quite serious, but never dour. He was quick with a smile, and it was easy to make him laugh.

In some respects, I suppose, he was inspired by a friend of mine, who died many years ago. In most ways, he wasn't like Avery at all -- he was extremely blue-collar, the exact opposite of an intellectual, and very outgoing. He was not refined in any way, and could even be quite reckless, at times. But, he had a unique, gentle, innocent sort of kindness that I've found to be exceedingly rare. To know him was to love him, really; he was a hard worker and a fierce friend, someone who wanted nothing more than to love and be loved. My relationship with him and the way his passing affected me touches everything I make and everything I do, intentional or not.

When I was building Avery's character, I was very fascinated by object heads at the time (particularly Prince Robot from Saga), and I was also seeing a lot art for "doctor/scientist" type characters. Despite never playing the game, I liked TF2 fanart, especially of Medic. I thought about other characters I'd fixated on, too, and what exactly I liked about them... Milo Thatch from Atlantis, Data from Star Trek, John from Homestuck, Sans from Undertale, Stanley and the Narrator from The Stanley Parable, Pokemon professors both Oak and Elm, Nightcrawler from X-Men, Wilson from House, Dr. Bashir from DS9... The list goes on, really.

I know this is kind of a non-answer, and I'm sorry about that. It isn't really a clear answer for me, either. All I can really say for sure is this: Avery is the embodiment of everyone and everything I've ever loved, as well as the reflection of my own self-love. Relatively speaking, we just met, but I feel like he's been here the whole time. I've made so many wonderful friends because of him, too! Can't say what the exact moment was, only that now that he's here, I can't imagine life without him. 💙

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ASTER: Sorry, Smile. If it’s between you and the point, I’d rather miss it. Take the banner and leave us be. SARAYN: A wise decision. I know those are hard for you to come by. ASTER: Hey now, I’m being cooperative. No need for unsolicited reminders. THERION: Well… good luck to you. ASTER: Mm. Maybe after you’ve had your spot of fun, do a little bit of self-reflecting, eh? Or don’t, I don’t care. THERION: We wouldn’t have killed her. ASTER: Yeah, piss off. EIRA: Bastards. ASTER: World’s full of them. Come on, sit here and rest. Let me have a look at those injuries. EIRA: snorts You? ASTER: Yeah, yeah, I know I’m no Eve, but I’ve had to do my fair share of bandaging up on the road. ASTER: Well, it’s not deep. At least, you should hold up okay till we can get you back to a real healer. But let’s not be in a rush, you look right exhausted. EIRA: I’m fine. ASTER: Of course you are. Bout as fine as I am, which is about as fine as two very not fine things. EIRA: laughs At least you finally admitted it. ASTER: I suppose I have to respect a woman willing to die just to make a statement. Besides, you did your best. I owe you that much. EIRA: Who knew the jackass could use magic? ASTER: He is an elf, after all. EIRA: So are you. ASTER: So people keep saying. Extraordinary. It’s as if having a bit of point to your ears makes you special. I can assure you, that is not the case. In fact, it’s made me rather unspecial over the course of my life. EIRA: Yeah? ASTER: Oh yes. But surely you know all about being outcast. EIRA: You can only be cast out if you belonged in the first place. ASTER: Huh. How profound. I could write a song about that. Or at least, I might have. EIRA: What? The trials so obnoxious they’ve forced you into early retirement? ASTER: Not exactly. But not not exactly. EIRA: Do you ever give straight answers? ASTER: Personally, I prefer zigzags. But… it’s complicated. Or not so complicated. Just stings a bit. I don’t have a problem admitting I’ve fucked up— hell, my entire life is somebody’s fuck up. It's just the reality that maybe it was a bridge too far. Rather a hard truth to swallow. EIRA: So, what was it? ASTER: Eh, you know, robbed an ancient cave. Pilfered a cursed golden skull, the usual. EIRA: Yeah, sounds like something you’d do. ASTER: You’re not wrong. Suppose I thought it might have just been a wee curse. I could handle a bit of poor luck. I’ve broken a lot of mirrors, you see. What was the worst that could happen? Turns out, that black magic can take just about everything from you. At least anything worth a damn. And I’ve only got two things. EIRA: Your voice. ASTER: And my music. Spent a lot of time trying to remember a thing I haven’t forgotten. The notes are right in front of me and I can’t play them. How does that work? Well, I’ll tell you: it doesn’t. Now what do I do? Am I supposed to just find some new purpose in life? That’s a lot of work. And maybe not worth the time. People like you when you’ve got something to offer them, even if for a minute or two. If I’ve got nothing, I’ve really got nothing, you know? EIRA: You weren’t kidding. You’re really not yourself. ASTER: Mm. Last time I told this many truths I was sloppy drunk in a dwarven whorehouse. But maybe I’m just exhausted. I don’t like thinking too much, and I’ve been doing an awful lot of it these past few days. EIRA: I don’t care for it much either. ASTER: Hm? EIRA: Thinking too hard. But I’m not like you. I don’t have distractions. I can’t get out of my head. ASTER: Well, that does sound terrible. EIRA: Then again, maybe you try too hard to get out of yours. ASTER: You’re not wrong there, either. EIRA: If you came by the tavern, no one would turn you away. Music or not. ASTER: I don’t know about “no one”. EIRA: You don’t need everyone. You just need a few good someones. But you’re set in your ways and can’t see what’s right in front of you. I was there, too. You ought to spend time with the Valkyrie. ASTER: Oh? EIRA: She’s good at breaking doors. And arms. ASTER: laughs You know, Witcher. You’re not so bad. EIRA: Yeah. You neither.

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𝐒𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐈𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐬

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | Elvis x Fem!Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 | While on the road with Elvis, you find yourself in a dangerous situation with a drunk stranger at the fair.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 1,209

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | Attempted assault, unwanted sexual advances, bit of homophobia. None of it’s too graphic.

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 | I want Elvis to punch someone in the face while defending my honor🥰

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The crowd was still shouting at an almost ear-shattering level. The electric atmosphere created by your boyfriend hovering thickly around you. You locked eyes with Elvis as he pushed his way through the group of adoring people to make his way to your side.

Once he reached you, he wasted no time in drawing you tightly to him and lifting you off your feet. Kissing the side of your head and traveling down to both your cheeks. He sat you back down, still keeping a warm hand on your hip, while the other grabbed one of your hands to play with.

You smiled brightly up at him. “You were amazing, baby!”

“Thank you, Sweetness.” He grinned back down at you. “Listen, Colonel needs me to speak to some newspaper guy,” he said. “I’ll only be a minute doll, alright?”

You nodded your head understandingly. “Go ahead; there's no rush.”

Elvis looked over his shoulder. “Jerry!” The man in question whipped his head toward Elvis’ booming voice. “Watch Y/N for a second. I’ll be back soon.”

He pressed a hard kiss to your lips before running off to find the Colonel. Jerry looked at you, and you gave him a thumbs up to say you were alright. Satisfied you were in no real danger, he turned back to the conversation he was having with some girl.

You stood in your place for a moment longer, just watching the buzz around you. You had to admit the appeal of this life wasn’t lost on you. There was always something going on around you. Children devoured anything sweet they could talk their parents into buying them. Groups of high school kids walking around gossiping and giggling. Shouts of happiness every few seconds. So, yeah, the carnie life wasn’t so bad.

Your feet were tired after standing for the entire show, so you went to claim a seat at a nearby picnic table. You’d almost reached your destination when an unwelcomely rough hand latched onto your wrist.

“Hey, aren’t you Elvis’ girl?” A voice asked loudly beside you.

Instead of answering, you glanced down at the stranger's hand that was still around your wrist. He noticed and let go real quick. “Sorry ‘bout that,” he laughed. You weren’t laughing, though. The smell of one too many drinks wafted off him. He was obviously drunk, and you were smart enough to know to be cautious of drunk men.

“I am.” You said slowly trying to move away from his opposing form, which was practically standing on top of you.

“You know, I always thought he was one of those fairy faggots.” The man chuckled again, leaning closer to you. He put his hand up on the wall of some booth you had accidentally backed into while trying to put distance between you and him. “But here he is with a pretty thing like you on his arm.”

Elvis called you pretty thing sometimes, or at least some variation of it. You adored it coming off your boy’s lips, but hearing it from this man’s mouth made something vile turn in your stomach. It left an uneasy feeling floating in your chest.

“I don’t appreciate you calling my boyfriend those kinds of names.” You snapped, glaring at the man's ruddy face. You knew what some people thought of Elvis, and it made your blood boil every time. They had no right to make assumptions about something like that solely based on the way he dressed and acted on stage. You honestly didn’t see why it mattered so much, even if he was. But you knew not everyone thought like you did. “What I would appreciate is you backing away from me and leaving me alone.”

You saw the man’s drunken carefree expression fall, but he quickly replaced it with one of offense. He laughed again, but this time it was full of malice. Your words did nothing but fuel his interest in toying with you.

“Is he any good in the sack? I mean, if he can move around like that on stage, he has to be.” The man moved so that most of his body was pressed against yours. You were trapped between the booth and him, with nowhere to run. “What do you say about seeing if I can outdo your fairy boyfriend?” He whispered the last part. His rancid breath made you cringe as he began to nuzzle his head into the crook of your neck.

You gasped as you tried to find your voice with tears welling up in your eyes. You wanted so desperately to yell out, but the lump building in your throat made that difficult. The man moved his arm from above you to wrap it around your waist and bring you closer to him. Bile rose up in your throat when you felt that hardness against your thigh. Your panic clawed its way to the surface, and in one big breath, you finally screamed.

“Help!”

You began to struggle as you regained control of your body.

“Elvis!”

You were about to scream again when a sharp crack sounded out. The man stumbled back while cursing. You blinked dazedly and saw Elvis standing over the man, who was now on the ground holding his hand to a bloody nose. Elvis yanked the man up by his collar and got close to his face.

“You ever come near her again; you ever so much as look at her, I will kill you.” Your boy growled in a low, dangerous voice. He harshly let go of the man’s collar, causing him to fall to the ground again. Elvis landed a kick to his side when he didn’t move away fast enough. “Get the fuck outta here!”

A guilty looking Jerry had just run over after seeing the scuffle. He opened his mouth to probably apologize, but Elvis beat him to the punch.

“What the hell happened to watching her?” Elvis yelled while waving a hand around carelessly. “Distracted by some chick while my girls about to get her head done in!”

Jerry mumbled an apology, but Elvis already had an arm around you, guiding you into an empty canopy. Once the two of you were alone, the severity of what just happened crashed down on you. You gripped Elvis’ silky black shirt in your hands as they started to shake. Your breath came out in short gasps.

Elvis pulled you closer to him. Your head found home in his chest, inhaling his scent in hopes of calming yourself.

“Breath, baby.” He whispered, rubbing his hands down your trembling back. “You gotta breathe, darlin’. I’m right here.”

“I thought he was gonna…” You trailed off, not wanting to finish that thought.

“I know.” He said, lifting your head up so he could look at you. He wiped the tears that had escaped down your cheeks. “I’m here now, though. You’re safe with me.”

Standing under that canopy with Elvis’ arms around you, you knew he was telling the truth. You knew he wasn’t always going to be around to protect you. But you took comfort in the fact that no matter what, as long as he was able, he’d crawl through hell just to make sure you were safe.

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