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nightowlfandom · 3 years

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Kanato Sakamaki- I’m Sadistic For You

FINALLY SOMEONE REQUESTS DIABOLIK LOVERS CONTENT AAAAHHH THANK YOU BESTIE! I GOT YOUR OTHER ONE AND I’M DOING IT TOO!

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So ANON ASKS

For Kanato from DL ( I haven’t seen much done for him and it makes me sad because he’s a favorite ). (: I could Lowkey do some more if you’re not super bogged down I had another idea BUT I ALREADY SUBMITED ANOTHER BEFORE THIS SO IM NOT GONNA OVERWHELM YOU LOL but- anyway Fee free to be as nsfw with my prompts (if you do them) as you want. I dont have any triggers so- writing them super accurate and sadistic won’t bother me :3

Bruh....Jesus is my helmet...but NOT TODAY let’s fucking go! Okay readers, you heard, they aint got no triggers. So if you do...move it along.

52- “You can’t call me cute!”

80- “Shut up! I’m not blushing!”

31-“You need to be taught a lesson…”

81- “You look so...inviting all tied up.”

84- “What’s the word I’m looking for?....Pet!”

Also in this you and Yui are BFFs because she isn’t some cold hearted bitch (homegirl trips over oxygen, plus I love her lol)

I was legit about to have him spit in your mouth....I’m so shameful...maybe next time.

Leggo!

I’m turning into a Yandere account and I am totally okay with that.

...

“You know living here isn’t that bad.” you mused to Yui. “When no one is talking.”

Your friend laughed as she cut up some carrots. Yui turned to look at you as she prepare to peel some potatoes. “So living here is terrible every day other than right now?” she replied.

You couldn’t help but burst out laughing. She wasn’t wrong.

You and Yui were making dinner for the house. After a ambush that landed everyone injured except you and her (thankfully). You had offered to make soup and stew for everyone. They were all in their respective rooms healing while you had prepared everything.

“They really fought hard today, I thought Kanato was about to rip that vampires jaw off. He’s really protective of you, Y/N.” she winked. “I think he likes you more than he lets on.”

Kanato and you had a very strange relationship. He hated you, but he didn’t HATE you. No one could lay a finger on you, no one could even look at you, even if he said he didn’t care. Reiji tried to and Kanato almost murdered him.

“He then told me that Teddy said I was ugly.” you reminded her flatly. “Yeah he so cares.” you snorted.

“Maybe he has trouble telling you his feelings”

“I wish everyone was as optimistic as you.” you shook your head. “Looks like the soup is finished.”

“I’m just saying Y/N, just think about it.”

...

You only had one bowl of soup left to deliver, to Kanato’s room. You grumbled as you stood outside the door.

“Kanato? It’s me.” you knocked on the door. “I’m coming in okay?”

Before you could wait for an answer you opened the door and walked in with the cart.

Kanato was laying on his bed when you entered, groaning in what you assumed was boredom.

“Teddy, tell Y/N that I don’t want whatever she made.” Kanato turned away from you. The scars he had suffered on his back said it all. All for you...

Your recalled the terror in your voice as you had screamed for help as the rogue vampire wrapped his claws around your leg. Kanato’s name was the first to escape your lips as you had tried to crawl away to Yui. You remembered reaching out to Kanato with your strongest hand, begging him to save you.

The look in his eyes was feral as he screamed your name too, grabbing you hand and pulling you to him. You were sobbing into his chest, clutching onto him for dear life for a good ten seconds before Yui replaced him, hugging you tightly in her small arms too. Before you knew it, the rogue’s head had been thrown through a window...

...

“Y/N, Look at me! You’re safe now...you’re safe with me...”

...

“Teddy, could you please tell Kanato that while his pouting is very adorable, it won’t get him out of this?”

“Don’t call me cute! You can’t do that.” Kanato glared at you through hooded eyes. “If I wasn’t so weak I’d-”

“Well let me take care of you.” you cut him off, taking the bowl to him. “For me?”

Kanato paused, his glare softening.

“You must be in love with me if you’re so insistent on me getting better.” he grumbled, sitting up. “Y/N is in love with me Teddy!”

“Kanato.” you felt your face heat up violently. “Don’t say things like that.” you groaned.

“It’s blushing teddy, how cute!”

Kanato’s use of the word ‘it’ wasn’t new to you. In fact when he wasn’t calling you names, chasing you around with forks pretending to stab you, or worse, it was denoting you to objects.

“H-hey! I am not blushing!” you pouted. “My face just looks that way.” you lied. “S-shut up.” you grumbled.

“And what if I don’t feel like it?” he challenged, knowing you wouldn’t say a word back. You were kind of like Yui. You wouldn’t dare challenge any of the Sakamaki brothers. It was a death sentence in every sense of the word.

“Kanato, I just want you to feel better.” you looked down at your feet.

“There’s one thing you can do.” Kanato used his strength to stand to his feet. Despite his looks, he was tall, and under that cute exterior was a mean and feral beast. He staggered over to you, a sick smile on his face. That couldn’t be good, not by a long shot.

“And what exactly would that be?” you asked. You couldn’t look at him. You didn’t wanna know what he was planning. You were positive that it wasn’t gonna end well either.

“Get on your knees.”

“My knees?” you repeated. “Why do you want me to-”

“Now Y/N.” he spoke over you. You felt his hand on your shoulder. “I don’t like repeating myself.” his nails dug into your skin, causing your knees to wobble under the pain. “On. Your. Knees!”

Your feet gave out, practically sending you crashing down to the floor. You looked like a dog, on your hands and knees. You appeared weak and pathetic.

You found it in yourself to look up at Kanato. Teddy was perched on the bed, ‘watching’ you two. You felt his fingertips creep under your chin.

“Aww...” he smiled. “You’re like a little...What’s the word I’m looking for...PET!. It’s cute.” He caressed the side of your face. “Too bad I kill all my pets...they can’t handle me...can you handle me, Pet?”

“Yes, Kanato.” you found yourself saying. You felt like you didn’t have a choice...

and you loved every second of it.

“Bullying you has made me regain my strength! Isn’t this wonderful?” he wrapped one of his hands around your neck. “You’re so fun to torment” he laughed.

“K-kanato.” you coughed.

“Is it hard to breath. Y/N?” he asked sinisterly, that crazed smile gracing his lips. His words were terrifying although his actions said otherwise. He loosened his grip on your throat, allowing air to flow more freely. It was those small things that made you think he didn’t hate you as much as he loved to preach.

“Y/N...when that vampire came...I thought I was gonna lose you for good this time” he said sadly, allowing his arm to return to his side. “I thought I had-...that you were gonna die.”

“You saved me though.” you replied. Kanato knelt down to your level, still slightly above you.

“Yeah...because if anyone is gonna break you, it’s gonna be me.”

“I care about you a lot, Kanato.” you finally said it. “I like you too much.” you exposed yourself. “I want you stay by your side.” you said pathetically. “Even if you hate me.”

Before you could say another word, Kanato claimed your lips in a kiss. He held the sides of your face in his hands. It was the first time he had ever kissed you. He hummed thoughtfully, pushing you down to the floor so you were laying on your back. He crawled over you, not breaking the kiss.

“K-kanato.” you whimpered.

“You need to be taught a lesson. If your gonna be my girlfri- I mean pet, you’ll have to learn.” he kissed down your neck.

Suddenly, Kanato ripped the seam of your jeans all the way up your left leg, leaving it completely exposed to the air.

“Oh look, your clothes are messed up, guess we’ll have to take them off.” he smirked. In another swift motion, your pants were torn to shreds. The fabric fell in a circle around you both.

“Teddy look! Y/N is wearing such cute panties.” he cackled maniacally. “Her naughty place is leaking.”

You trembled, waiting for him to do whatever it was he was planning.

“I heard blood tastes better when it’s from your naughty place.” he ran his tongue along the top row of his teeth. “Y/N” he moaned, running his index finger along your clothed heat. “You smelled so much better here...I just want to- ungh.”

He suddenly drove his fangs into your right thigh. You gasped, arching your back. He violently grabbed your legs, holding them down. His tongue lashed against your freshly made wound.

You could hear him whimpering, cursing under his breath.

Kanato would deny it with his life, but everything about you was like a drug to you. Tasting your blood was even sweeter than every dessert he’s ever tasted. Feeling you whimper and plea for him did things to him that would make a sailor blush.

Forget Yui, forget his brothers, forget it all.

“Fuh-” Kanato couldn’t take it anymore. He couldn’t stop himself from ripping off your panties and driving his tongue into your most sensitive parts. Hearing you moan for him, cry for him.

The rumors were right, vampires were godly lovers. It was like Kanato knew what you wanted and where. He lashed his tongue against your heat, grabbing your legs.

“Wrap your legs around my head,” he demanded. “Not like it’s gonna kill me.” he laughed manically. “

Knock knock

“Y/N, are you in there?” Yui’s small voice caused you to panic a little. As you tried to get up, Kanato pushed you right back down, growling into your pussy,

“FUCK!” you whined, making it very obvious what you two were up to. “Kanato, I can’t-”

“Then don’t.” he grunted, not ceasing his movements. “Cum, cum for me.”

“K-KAANAAA!” you cried as you came. You thrashed and writhed under his touch, but he didn’t stop. His tongue never stopped moving. “fuh- fuck! Kanato, t-too much!”

“I said cum for me, I didn’t say I’d stop.” he thrust his fingers into you to add insult to injury. “You’re so fun to fuck with!” he spat.

“Kanato!” you sobbed. You couldn’t stop moving, you couldn’t stop thrashing. Th epleasure had gotten to you so much, you were drooling.

He finally withdrew his mouth from you, smiling evilly at the mess he left.

Kanato had grabbed one of his ties that had left on the floor and bound your wrists together.

“You look so inviting tied up for me...” he shuddered as he bit his lip. He licked his fingers clean of your blood and juices. “Good thing the night is young...because I’m not done with you.”

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bubbleteaa · 4 years

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➴ D o u b l e t r o u b l e

double trouble;; fandom: haikyuu!! pairing: Miya Atsumu x fem!pregnant reader, Miya Osamu x fem!pregnant reader genres: fluff, Atsumu being a dumbass w/c: 1.1K (HOW?? WTFFF AKJSDS) a/n: thanks for the request anon! And thank you for your words, I love you!<3

Summary: Their s/o has a surprise for him. And after a time, they realize that it is no longer a surprise, but two surprises.

Miya Atsumu;;

WHEN YOU TELL HIM ABOUT YOUR PREGNANCY

• He would think that you are joking, though. • “Nice one, bae. Ya think yar smar’, don’t cha? Think again” • “Atsumu, I’m serious” • “C’mon bae, ya can’t be serious. Ya wanna laugh” • But you were awfully serious. With a pregnancy test between your tiny hands. • And then he realizes that you are not joking. • If you weren’t his s/o, he would legit run away. • “Well, that was a nice fuck. I just rememba that I don’t like kids, see ya” • But you are his s/o. So, he would be in shock. His eyes stick on yours, analyzing what he could say without making you mad nor frustrated. • “I guess my dick issa miracle maker, righ’?” • It sounded better in his head. • He knows he fucked up a little bit the air in the room with his comment. So he just walks towards you and hugs you tightly, his face bidding in the crook of your neck. You tremble a little because of his actions, but you just let yourself in between his softness and affection. • “I’m happy, ya know” he mutters against your hot skin, smiling lightly “I’m truly happy” • “I’m happy, too” your words kisses his dyed hair, one of your hands still grabbing the pregnancy test, the other one caressing the strands of his hair “I love you” • “I love ya too” he closes his eyes, imagining yourself with a baby. His baby “And to our little one, too”

WHEN THE REAL SURPRISE APPEARS

• “My dick is really a miracle maker, bae” • It must be really a joke, maybe the doctor was clearly blind and instead of another head, it was just an incredible big hand, or feet or a second brain. • But, fate seems to love twins. Too much. • “Yes, there are clearly two of them” your obstetrician looks at you with a playfully smile “Twin twins” • Atsumu is happy. Like, tooooo happy. He convinces himself that he is some kind of a fertility ancient god and that his mission in the Earth is to have twin twins for at least three times. • “I’m so cool bae” • And he would be also very, very, very clingy towards the babies. And would spoil them without even know the gender. • “Lemme see my cutie pies” • “We needa buy ‘em some matchin’ clothes” • “If we have gals, they would never date a guy” • “I wish we could have gals, bae. They would be as cute as ya” • “Imagine two lil’ Y/n’s running in the park bae” • And he would like to have boys, too. • “Wait, I know I say whatavaout’ gals but think about boys” • “One spiker and one setter” • “Omg I have to call Samu, wait bae” • He will brag to everyone about the news. He will legit post at least the same picture of the ultransound 10 times on his social media. • ”OMG LOOK AT MA BABIES ARENT THEY COOL???????” • “Just here to remind ya I’ll be father :D” • “You wish you could have the life I have, loser” • At the end of the day, he would always lay at your side and put his head on your lap, looking at your belly, smiling. • He would always run his hand carefully over your skin, feeling them quick from time to time. Sometimes his eyes would cry a little bit for the future you hold in your body. • The future he wanted with you. • “But they are a true miracle, my love”

Miya Osamu;;

WHEN YOU TELL HIM ABOUT YOUR PREGNANCY

• Superior twin. • He would probably know about your pregnancy before you. • Like, he legit is the one that cooks for you at 2 a.m., How was he not going to know it? • “Samu?” • “Yeah?” • “I’m pregnant” • Unlike Atsumu, he doesn't think it's a joke, nor does he make any out-of-order comments regarding the news. She just smiles lightly at you and caresses the crown of your head. • “I already knew it, though” he mentions you after a while, looking you in the eye. He smiles slightly and press a chaste kiss on your lips "I was just waiting for you to confirm it" • “I have to talk to Tsumu, tho. I just won a bet” • “Bet?” • “Yeah, I’m the one who is getting marry first and having a child first” • Yes the mf will propose to you. I stan that. KJSHDJSA • You blink for several minutes analyzing the situation. His hands are on your belly “What?” • “I want to spend the rest of my life with you and with our baby” • It’s impossible to say no to that, tho.

WHEN THE REAL SURPRISE APPEARS

• Now, he didn’t see this coming. • But i’s quite funny, ngl. • As always, he was accompanying you to appointments with the obstetrician. Both of you were calm, especially since it hadn't been long since the last visit. It was just an impromptu date because you said that your hip hurt a lot, and honestly, Osamu wouldn't risk anything happening to you or your baby. • But yeye, now something happened to you and your baby. • They multiplied. • And now there are two of em. • “Is that another head?” • “Oh, yes. It seems that you are having twins” • “Like twin twins???” • “Uh, probably. Mr. Miya, you have a twin twin, right?” • What a coincidence see ya in there lil samu and tsumu. • Now, prepare yourself for OVER OVER PROTECTING OSAMU. • “Don’t carry that, ya will hurt my onigiris” • “Y/N. Go to sleep, our babies needs to rest” • “Sit”, “Yer feet hurts, ya can’t lie to me”, “Yar goin’ to the bed now”, “Ya dontcha need to go out, do ya? Of course no” • He cares just too much. • sPoiLES YOU AND THE BABIES TO THE CORE. • “Samu, I’m hungry” • “Watcha want bae?” • And he will cook you everything. Even if he run out of ingredients, he would call Tsumu or someone to bring him some-because he will NEVER leave you alone at home-. • “I need more katsuobushi and panko, go get me some” • “Oh hello to ya too Samu, how is my favourite bro-” • “Tsumu, just brin’ me the ingredients and stfu” • The babies WILL HAVE matching clothes. Don’t even try to stop him. • Cute nicknames for the babies? Bet. • “Oni and Giri will love this, bae” • “Wait, how did you call them?????” • Anyway, he will be very careful with you. Even when you cuddle. He will try his best to not harm you or make you uncomfortable. • “Is this position alrigh’, bae?” • “I can change if ya don’ feel fine” • “Please lemme know if you feel comfortable” • Kisses. On. Your. Tummy. • Like. A. Lot. • HE LOVES WHEN THEY KICK YOUR TUMMY. HE LEGIT FALLS MORE AND MORE IN LOVE AHHHH IM SOFTTT. • “They are moving” • “Yeah, they know their daddy is here, they just love you too much” • He would smile so brightly that your heart will do UWU UWU UWU. • “I love them more” • He is just the perfect dad:( you can’t change my mind.

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aliasimagines · 3 years

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One Hell of a Night // Luke Patterson

a/n: HAPPY HALLOWEEN Y'ALL, it officially passed midnight here.Are you guys going to celebrate Halloween at home? And if so are you going to dress up? Tell me all about it lovelies, I wanna hear it ❤️. prompt 18 nad 15 from this list🎃 this fic is chaotic, hope you enjoy😊

word count: 2692

warnings: a few (three i think?) curse words, and a..uhm a line of dirty talking (I'm sorry I'm not like this all the time I promise 😅) and scary stories

The dry, colorful autumn leaves creaked under hiking boots as you walked into the woods. A smile appeared on your face as you heard some noises. Only a few seconds later you spotted the source. The Sunset Curve. The boys worked on getting the campfire lit while joking and laughing loudly. You stopped by a tree and leaned against it. Alex just hit Reggie on the back for just sitting around and not helping with putting logs and dry leaves on the fireplace. Thanks to Alex, Reggie swallowed the huge marshmello he had in his mouth and started coughing.

Bobby was trying to light his lighter again and again but it just didn't work. That's when Luke threw a pack of matches at him causing the rhythm guitarist to stumble back and fall into a pile of leaves. You started laughing quietly and walked up to them.

"That wasn't nice of you, babe." you said from behind Luke. He jumped, not noticing you creeping up on him.

"BAH! I almost got a heart attack, y/n!" he shouts pouting. You giggled and placed a small kiss on his cheek.

"That's what you get for not waiting for me." you smirk. Luke looks down embarrassed and goes to scrape the back of his head.

"Yeah…Sorry about that. I was too eager to set up the camp." he gestured at the two tents. Both were full of blankets and pillows. It looked super comfortable. You also spotted his acoustic guitar, and a whole bunch of food in you guys' tent.

"You did a great job."you smiled before walking over to the other boys." Hi guys! What's up?"

"Y/N! Finally! Tell Alex to stop hitting me!" yelled Reggie. You shook your head laughing.

“Stop being so childish than Reginald!”

“Boys, come on!! It is halloween, have some fun!” and with that you fished out a huge bag of candy from your backpack and threw it into Reggie’s hands. He looked up at you like you were some kind of miracle maker.

“Is this..is this all candy?” the dark haired boy asked, still in awe. You laughed, nodding your head slightly.

“Yeah. I don’t really want to think about how much money I spent on sweets.”

Soon after everyone got to work (this time for real) and the fire was lit in no time. Just as it started to get darker. All five of you sat around the campfire. You sat next to Luke, opposed to Reggie and Alex. Bobby sat beside them in a camping chair. Thanks to the warm californian weather you didn’t need jackets just yet, despite being the end of october.

"It's getting dark. I think we could get started on the ghost stories?" asked Bobby looking up at the sky then around the little clearing in the woods where your tents were set up. Reggie munched on some candy corns but immediately stopped upon hearing those words.

"Ghost stories? Don't mind if I do." he sat his candies aside and prepared to tell a story that would send shivers down your spines. You leaned over to Luke, placing your head on his shoulder. He looked down at you with a smile before turning his attention back to the bassist.

"One day, a little boy, while walking around the woods, found a big toe on the ground. He ran home with it and-"

"-his mom cooked it in the soup which revolted in the toe's owner haunting them." you suddenly cut Reggie off. He gasps, offended.

"What? I knew the story. Was I supposed to just sit around?" you ask, earning a soft laugh from Luke. Reggie huffed and gestured at you.

"Alright then, take it away y/n. See if you can do better."

"Not to be that person but she definitely can. You only said like two sentences." Alex jumped in, not wanting to miss an opportunity to roast his friend.

"Because she cut me off!!"

The woods, once again erupted with the boys' laughter as you stared into the fire, waiting for them to quiet down so you can start your story.

"I was only a small kid when this happened, around five,maybe six, but I still remember it like it was yesterday. My mother was out of town for the weekend because of her work, so naturally, it was my father who read me a bedtime story in the evening. Everything was great, he was reading from my favorite book but right before he could finish the chapter we heard a quiet tapping noise from downstairs. My father looked puzzled and put his finger against his lips, signaling me to stay quiet so he could listen. The tapping didn't stop, it got louder before turning into banging and a final loud crash which sounded like the front door flying open. I looked at my father, scared to death, not knowing what to do." you kept your voice low, your face straight and never removed your eyes from the fire."He grabbed me and quickly ran with me to the small bathroom that was connected to my room. He instructed me to lock my door and only open it when he says so. I don't know what happened after that, but heard my father going down and some muffled noises before hearing him climb back up the stairs. I remember his voice. It was just so nice and comforting. He said it was a false alarm and I could come out. I reached for the doorknob but then he leaned down and looked inside through the keyhole. My little hands stopped midair. I kept staring at his eyes. He repeated that it was safe to come out and that everything was fine. But I did not believe him. Because that wasn't my father. He sounded exactly like him, but his eyes… They were a different color. Not my father's welcoming eye color. So I just stood there. For minutes. Maybe hours. He wouldn't stop talking, reassuring me but I still didn't unlock the door."

Reggie leaned forward with a worried and scared expression.

"What happened next?"

You lifted your gaze, slowly to look at the spooked boy.

"He started tapping. It sounded just like it did on the front door. And it wasn't long before he started banging his hand against the wood."

"Oh my god.." Reggie whispers.

"He is hitting harder and harder until finally the door breaks and flies open. And the creature, no longer looking or sounding like my father, rather like a tall bloodied figure with sharp teeth, jumps at me, opening his huge mouth and SWALLOWS ME WHOLE." you shout the last part causing Reggie to scream and the others to jump just a little.

"Fuuckk, i think I peed myself!" exclaims Reggie. You only laugh, seeing all the boys being a bit paler.

"So who's next?"

"I'll go." Luke said beside you and you shifted away from him, knowing that he will need the space to gesture along his story. You watched as he started to speak. His expression changes with every sentence as he introduces his characters. His frown as he talks about a creepy night in the woods. Your eyes wander down to his lips, too busy just staring at them to actually listen to the words that make them move. You distantly hear various curse words from the guys as your boyfriend goes deeper into detail with his horrifying story. With eyes still glued to Luke, you smile slightly.

"../n...y/n...Y/N!" you hear making you jump and almost falling backwards on the log you have been sitting on. You see all the guys staring at you.

"How are you not scared? Did you not hear Luke's story?" Reggie asks, earning a knowing laugh from Alex.

"No, she did not. She was too busy staring at his lips." as your friend's words hit your ears you feel your face heating up.

"Dude..,alright I might have zoomed out. A bit but I am here now. Where were you, babe?"

Luke looks at you, amused.

"I finished like 3 minutes ago. You 'zoomed out' for legit 20 minutes."

Looking up at the sky, you realized they were right because it got pitch black since you last looked up. Your lips curved into an 'o' shape before mumbling a sorry..

“We should put more wood on the fire. It's starting to weaken.” says Reggie. Bobby points into the dark woods.

“Suit yourself, man.”

“What? I am not going alone. Someone come with me.” he whines. Alex visibly changes his posture and sits into a more comfortable position.Luke puts his muscular arm around your shoulder grinning.

“You’re on your own, man.”

“No! Please??”

You bite back a laugh and carefully remove Luke’s arm from you.

“Alright, I’ll go with you.”

“Thank you!You are amazing!”

You grab the basket ,that’s been laying on the ground, for the twigs. You also reach into your bag for your flashlight.

“Ok, I’m ready to go.” you step towards Reggie but Luke grabs your hand and places a small kiss on it.

“Be careful, love.”

“Always.”

The two of you start walking towards the woods.

“Try not to pee yourselfs guys!” Alex calls after you in a sing-song voice.

“Ha ha, very funny Alex.”

To be honest you were a little spooked but didn’t show it.Not like Reggie who was literally shaking beside you and jumped up at every little noise he heard as you got further into the woods. You picked up a few sticks and bigger twigs, slowly filling the basket with them. Or rather, you tried but when Reggie stoped right in front of you you accidentally dropped it spilling the stuff everywhere.

“Dude! I am trying to help you here!”

“Shhhhh! Didn’t you hear that?” he whispers, voice panicked.

“Come on, Reg. This isn’t going to work on me.”

He turns to look at you.

“No, y/n! I am serious! I heard a whisper! I’m sure of it!”

You roll your eyes, not believing your friend.

“You gotta be more convincing next time. I dont scare that easily..AH” just as you assured Reginald how it takes more for you to get spooked, someone, or something grabbed you from behind and started to pull you while shouting ‘WAA’. The flashlight landed on the ground too as you let out a bloodcurdling scream. You kicked your attacker(s?) wherever you could.

“Ahh! WHoo, stop, it’s just us.” you suddenly hear your boyfriend's voice and feel the arms around you letting go. You turned around your fear vanishing and turning into anger.

Reggie behind you falls on the ground,clutching his chest while he tries not to cry.

“ARE YOU GUYS INSANE?!” you shout at Luke and Booby. Alex is nowhere to be seen, he probably stayed next the fire to keep an eye on your stuff. Luke's eyes immediately widen upon hearing you raise your voice.

“I..I am sorry we thought-”

“What?! Lucas Patterson I am, so, so mad at you right now” you say shaking. You hear Bobby giggle quietly. You snap your head in his direction. “And don't even get me started on you Bobby...Bobby..uhm” you stop to think about his surname, only to realise you don’t know it. For a moment you let go of your anger. “What is your surname?”

He only scoffs and smiles. Alex must have heard the shouting and come to investigate with a flashlight in one hand and a drumstick (as a weapon?) in his other.He soon puts them down tho as he sees that you are all in one piece. Luke looks at Bobby with a puzzled expression.

“That is actually creepy, cause I don’t know it either.”

“What?! How? He has been in a band for, what? A year and a half? And you never actually asked his last name?” you ask, more interested in the mystery of Bobby’s name than shouting at them now. Luke shrugs.

“Do you even have a last name?” you hear Reggie asking from the ground. You all turn to him with questioning looks.

“Everyone has a last name Reginald.” says Alex.

“Not celtic gods, no.” he responds.

“What?” Luke exclaims clearny not understanding the bassist.

“Bobby is not a god.” says the drummer annoyed. “ He is a normal teenager like us.”

“Is he tho?”

Meanwhile Bobby leans back against a tree and stares at Reggie.

“You are creeping me out...Please stop creeping me out oh majestic god of...what are you the god of?”

Booby just smiles mysteriously.

“Oh for f…’s sake.Y/N back me up here, there are no gods and even if there were, Bobby is not one of them.”

“Thanks Alex but I am not offending a celtic god.”

“What is wrong with you guys?!”

Luke doesn’t know who to look at in this chaos. Soon he decides to pick up the twigs and collect more while you, Reggie and Alex argue whether Bobby is a god or not. Bobby bends down too, to help the lead singer.

“You do know my name is actually Wilson, right?”

“Yeah. Of course I do, I think Reggie does too, he just forgot.” the two boys laugh.

You all walk back to the camp and Booby, upon seeing Reggie still looking at him suspiciously walks over to him.

“I am not an ancient god, you know.”

“That is exactly what I would say too.”

Not hearing Reggie’s nonsense reminds you of what Luke did so when you feel him wrapping his arms around you, you push him away.

“I sorry, bae. I was an asshole. I shouldn’t have. Please look at me?” he stands before you so there is no way you can avoid him.

“Don’t do this again.” you said with a firm tone. You can't help but smile, seeing Luke’s shit eating grin. He opens his arms once again but waits for you to hug him first. You do, and for minutes you just stand there in his embrace. The silence was broken by the familiar sound of the acoustic guitar which was followed by Reggie’s voice as he started to play some country song.

“Dude, no, put down my guitar.”Luke ran off to get his instrument or to, at least convince him to play ‘normal’ music. You laugh and walk over to Alex and Bobby.

“Hey, y/n, I am sorry about scaring you.”

You wave your hand.

“It’s fine. However don’t be surprised when I get back at you.” you say before sitting down next to Reggie and giving him a hug because let’s be honest he was pretty traumatised in the woods too.

“Woo,hey! Why does he get a hug?” Luke asks, upset he couldn’t change Reggies mind about playing country songs. And from the fact that his girlfriend was hugging him.

“Maybe because you decided that it was a funny idea to scare the living shit out of him and I.”

“Stop guilt tripping me.” he pulls you up and away from the fire, closer to the tents. ”I said I am sorry. And you are right, I shouldn’t have scared you. Besides…” he leaned closer to your ear “I know more fun ways to make you scream.”

You gasp upon hearing his words and right when you are about to react Alex walks by casually.

“No, no. With the tents it’s like we are sleeping next to each other. If you guys try anything I will murder you myself.”

Both of you look after him, blushing before breaking into laughter.

Luke’s watch showed 3:58 when you all agreed to call it a night.You put out the fire with the help of Bobby while Luke went to pack away the trash you all left out.

Reggie yawned and looked up at Alex.

“I am still pretty scared...Can I cuddle you Alex?”

He looks at him like he heard it wrong.

“Absolutely not.”

“What about you Bobby?”

“No way, Reg.”

Despite them saying this, all three of them woke up hugging each other in the morning.

#Julie and the phantoms x reader #Julie and the phantoms imagine #jatp imagine #jatp one shot #jatp x readet #luke patterson x reader #luke patterson imagine #luke patterson one shot #reggue jatp imagine #reggie reginald imagine #alex jatp imagine #bobby jatp imagine #bobby the celtic god #halloween imagine #reggie jatp x reader #luke jatl x reader #alex jatp x reader #bobby jatl x reader #alias imagines

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S5 Ep12: Brand New Mokuba Just Dropped

My tumblr has decided that it can’t save drafts again. Which sure is a problem I keep having but no one else seems to have...but were back. Back and ready to talk about cards.

First off, lets address the best thing about this episode, it’s the return of The A Team animation team! Dunno if it’s the same ones that did the seasons before, but it is a pretty good team this episode, so there’s lots of that to look forward to. Everyone is now 2 feet taller (Kaiba is 4 feet taller) and there’s just some really nice shots going on. It’s not as shiny as other seasons, which makes me think it might be a different team or a different studio using a different method (you don’t really see them playing with line weights anymore which makes it seem like a different method to me) but still--it’s a nicer looking episode today.

So we start off this episode with Seto begging us all to forget the hell that just happened and just get on with it. Of course, no one’s gonna do that, because yo, what just happened was kind of weird.

And because there’s only like...I dunno...maybe 2 episodes left in this arc? (kind of a quick arc, honestly) Leon decides to do a complete personality reversal. Although, it’s really hard to do a reversal when you didn’t have a personality in the first place...so I guess this more Leon showing us A personality--and I’ll take it.

He’s a little jackass now, but it’s youknow...still Leon so it’s not really that bad. Like we deal with Seto on the reg, so I feel like Leon as a jackass is just like...well that’s just how you play cards in this universe.

Everyone speculates whether or not Seto actually did a crime, and a SURPRISING number of them said he did not! Weird! But hey...I’ve gone over a billion times before, their memory is like when you throw popcorn into the ocean--it just fffzt’s and then it’s gone.

Roland was THIS close to actually saving Kaiba corp a huge hassle for once. This Close, Roland. You almost did it.

(read more under the cut)

I love that Roland has decided to give all these teens maybe the uncoolest nicknames in the entire world, and the teens have not made any indication whether they do or do not appreciate their alliteration nicknames.

But despite the fact that although Roland uses these opportunities behind the microphone to embarrass them just SO MUCH, the Kaibas still persist in having him introduce most of the matches. It makes it feel like the Kaibas freakin love this. They love his Dad jokes. I cannot tell if they are like “yes, please embarrass my friends.” of it they’re like “yes. Roland that was so cool. Yeah Leaping Leon. Good one! You’re so cool!” Because they don’t know what fun is.

Also, look what I see in the sky.

Truly a sign that they have overcome their trauma of seasons 2-3.

Or maybe they had a lot of blimps laying around and this is a completely unrelated blimp? Either way, I’m glad they can still handle the sight of a blimp.

And then, just out of nowhere, Mokuba hit puberty.

Which I mean, it was inevitable. It was going to happen some day. Luckily, we will be getting a new Mokuba this episode to make up for the fact that this one has done A Flirt and it was probably a completely innocent turn of phrase he has no idea is a double entendre but do the writers know that?

And while we ruminate the decisions there, lets bask in the glory of purple staircase.

This is such a purple staircase!

On another, identical staircase walks Leon, who gets to have a discussion with Zigfried, who probably just stood next to the wall and just chameleon’ed in here without getting caught cuz coincidentally this staircase dresses like him.

Freakin Mai?

Anyway, lets start this duel where like...I dunno, it’s a little late to start stealing souls, but maybe Leon will do a stab? (He will not)

So glad the storyboarder is back to kind of flex. I don’t normally see Roland drawn with this much attention. Look at him go. That’s the stance a grown man takes when he’s ready to embarrass a bunch of teens.

Kaiba writes a speech introducing himself, or Roland just kinda made up a speech as if Kaiba hadn’t asked him to do that. Either way it’s kind of a big way to talk yourself up--but he is trying to talk up the theme park so people will actually like...go. So it makes sense.

Also what is this nonsense where people worldwide are watching a theme park opening match? Card culture is so weird because we’ve noticed in other seasons there are people that don’t play cards, and I feel like they’re not watching this for fun. It’s like when I watch news unfold--they’re watching to see if they have to raid the toilet paper aisle and the canned goods again to prepare for yet another onslaught of card nonsense.

Legit Mokuba was like “Look at my bro. Look at how he gave up dueling to throw this nice tourney for everyone!” and it’s like...Mokuba...he just dueled...Mokuba...he’s putting all the profits directly in your pockets this is hardly a martyr up here.

Seto Kaiba decided to inform the world that he would have won if he was actually playing and that was sure a statement he made after losing to Yugi like...3 times now? Several times.

Everyone else converses how Leon’s acting weird. I don’t know why they care all of a sudden, because no one acts normal playing this game, but the plot desires them to care.

Which is when we find out...

...the new Mokuba...

That’s right. He was a Mokuba the whole time. For once we haven’t abducted Mokuba, instead...we have too many Mokubas.

This Mokuba even has hella long hair, too. I imagine if Mokuba proper had a ponytail it would probably look just like this but black. It would have been just--so good if he whipped off that ribbon and shook out his hair and it fluffed into a horrible Mokuba mess, but you know, that’s one of the many reasons why I don’t write for this series. That and I was like in high School when this came out.

(Please admire Kaiba’s head of Security who looks like he’s about to drop a poop out of terror. It’s a really small detail, but I appreciate that the storyboarder had him kind of antsy in the background)

Seto insists that the only one to beat Yugi Muto will be himself and it’s like...I know. That’s why I keep expecting someone to get stabbed by this tiny purple haired Mokuba. But instead, Leon’s too busy feeling mad that he’s not necessarily playing the game for fun.

But he’s still playing the game though? so I feel like Yami doesn’t have many stones to throw here. Leon hasn’t even cheated yet. (As if Yami isn’t cheating basically all the time by being 2 people in one body)

I can’t BELIEVE this show would throw that at me after the number of times I have seen Yami Muto nearly murder other people (and sometimes literally do a murder) out of revenge. Yami is basically a revenge god...like...show...what? It’s season 5, I thought we’ve basically cemented this in. Occasionally the show will just be all “card games are supposed to be fun though!!!” and it’s like...these are the last children on Earth who are playing card games for fun.

If anything, it should be Leon lecturing them on how to have fun. They just murdered a Great Leviathan with cards. Before that they were dealing with Noah, with Marik, with Pegasus, with Bakura. The times that Yugi has just played a game for fun has been...This Arc.

So maybe Yami is just begging himself to have fun for once. Maybe he’s just mad that he can’t play a single tournament without someone getting possessed? Maybe his frustrations really aren’t about little Leaping Leon, and more to do with Yami sick and tired of being a protagonist.

But, youknow, it’s not an anime, unless the protagonist hypocritically can get away with every sin out there and everyone else gets punished for it. So lets find out just how far Leon fell from fun-having grace with a flashback.

This Belle cosplayer went off in like...one of the most hilariously bad accents I’ve heard in a while, it was just so much, I’ll probably cap it because lolol.

But since Leon wasn’t actually in line to inherit the company, he has to sort of hole up in his room for his entire childhood. It’s kinda weird, since we can’t assume that Zigfried will either a.) live forever or b.) have or adopt or raise children in any capacity. But they’re pretty sure Zigfried will live forever, and in this universe--maybe.

Also, I’m really not sure why they have to dress like it’s 1890, but they sure are. The Victorian era just never left the Von Schroeder house. Like these women are wearing corsets to be in that dress, and you can’t BUY a corset to match this type of dress, you have to make your own, and I know, because in Quarantine, I got really into historical sewing videos.

I can’t believe I spent an entire year watching historical sewing videos. Holy crap. I don’t even sew.

But then again...Seto is kind of drawn like he wears a corset...so maybe people are still wearing them in the Yugioh universe? Maybe that’s how their fashion just works?

Guys...I analyze Yugioh fashion a lot but the fact that the Edwardians never freakin left this worldly plane is just...that’s canon to Yugioh. I really just want to sit back and analyze Yugioh fashion with a moodboard and try to connect all the dots logically as if they aren’t just one-off jokes, but I don’t know how I’d fit that on this post.

And like, one of y’all brought up in a comment in the last post that what’s neat about this arc is we are seeing Zigfried as what Seto would have been like if he hadn’t like...gotten cursed by Yugi Muto. So, going off that idea, I think it’s kinda fun that Zigfried’s outfit is a bit of a younger take on Pegasus’ whole look with the wrist lace and a fusion of Gozaburos look of wearing a cravat with a smoking coat. It’s fun to imagine that this is what Seto’s inner gremlin dresses like (which...now I think about it...was a thing from S1 where Yami defeated a Seto gremlin but...I don't remember much about it) Of course, Seto would also be hella dead if he hadn’t gone through the Yugi cycle, but it’s still a fun road to think about.

Plus, when we go down that road, it really makes this arc look even more like it’s just about Seto Kaiba’s therapy sesh to recover from the last several seasons that he’s accidentally (or intentionally??) invited the entire world to watch and that’s very funny to me.

Bro has informed me you can make a deck out of Jerry but could not show me any receipts.

...I mean that is Dartz right?

Like I know all the characters have cards of themselves IRL and all the characters are also based on cards that were made before they were on TV (with the exception of our main cast that was...youknow, a horror manga) but like...

...what’s up, Dartz?

Anyway, our little Mokuba decides to sneak out the house and run around the world at the ripe ol age of ... what I’m guessing is like 10-12, and is pretty sure he can just get away with that. Luckily, the crimes he’s committing are exactly the type of crimes that Zigfried needs.

(Pretty sure their Dad died or is incapacitated but OK, dub, go ahead and pretend that plot point didn’t go down last episode.)

Also, I’m really glad we got a good storyboarder for this part who was like “Zigfried looks...like that?” and still managed to make this character design really work this episode. In some parts they even gave Zigfried those wide Marik Eyes that are kind of ubiquitous with Yugioh. It just needs the right hands to draw it, and then any amount of...this outfit...can work.

So, just like when we met Mokuba in S1, he’s gonna do a duel on Yugi to save his family and probably also like Mokuba, not give a damn for how this game is supposed to be played. Luckily, this time Pharaoh doesn’t have any star chips lying around for this kid to just run around and steal before booking it out the back gate.

Yugi over there with his twitter-brand hot-takes, not knowing the difference between actual brainwashing and blackmail/family pressure.

(WHY IS MAI HERE?)

Look at that hatching!

Ah this is the 00′s content I’m here for! Check out the soft brush! The dodge and burn! Ah! Man this sure was an era of computer art! and stuff like this cost a lot of money to make and it looked ... like this!

Now I’m pretty sure we can make art that looks this dated on like...a free phone app.

PS please do not ever shade your art like this. This is what you don’t do. Do not do this. I will shed a single tear shaped like the Photoshop symbols for dodge and burn.

Also...guys...

next episode is Ep 13. Every season so far this show has been like “we’re normal, everything is normal” getting us complacent until exactly Ep 13, when everything gets really effed up. So...

will that happen? Will they continue this tradition into S5 or has it been a coincidence until now? Excited to find out.

Anyway, if you just got here, this is the link to read these from the beginning in chrono order:

https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yugioh/chrono

#ygo #yugioh #yu gi oh #S5 #Ep12 #yugi muto #leon von schroeder #good because I forgot his other last name #zigfried von schroeder #seto kaiba #mokuba kaiba #roland #joey wheeler #tea gardner #the others who didn't say or do anything so I probably shouldn't tag them #Can't believe how quickly this arc is wrapping up

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leafs-lover · 3 years

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Because Two People Got Drunk: 32

Series Masterlist

Chapter 32

A/N: I finished this kind of quickly and wanted to get it out so I didn’t re-read it, So I hope it’s okay. Italics indicates flashback.

Summary: You and Fred adjust to a home life with three kids, and attend Sidney and Kathy’s wedding.

Warning: Drinking, swearing, smut, oral sex (m+f) receiving

Word Count: 5800

“Hey” you smile wrapping your arms around Kathy.

“Hey come in” she smiles pulling to the hotel room. You walk in seeing the five other bridesmaids and a bottle of champagne already empty on the table. A couple of the girls have face masks on, laughing about something; others are sitting on the couch with half empty glasses. Tomorrow is Sidney and Kathy’s wedding, being a bridesmaid you are staying with the group for a relaxing night before all the festivities begin first thing in the morning.

“You must be so happy to get away for a night” one of the girls says to you, Kathy passing you a red solo cup with champagne.

Tonight is the first night you are without the kids, and its Fred’s first time watching the three of them for a night alone. You chuckle slightly “yeah I feel bad for Fred” you say taking a sip.

“You don’t have to lie to us” Kathy says smirking over her cup.

You smile and chuckle “okay I kind of feel bad for him but I’m also super happy to be away and have a night off. A night with an entire bed to myself, it is going to be amazing.”

“And no diapers or someone puking on you” one of the girls jokes causing everyone to laugh.

The twins have been home for almost 5 weeks and it has been just as crazy as you imagined. You haven’t left Fred alone with the three of them for more than a couple hours at a time; not because you don’t think he can handle them but because you feel bad given how crazy it has been. That is until three weeks ago.

“Freddie” you call walking out to the living room. Fred is lying shirtless on the couch, Noah resting against his chest and Lucas sleeping in his arm. Fred doesn’t respond and you walk further in “shhh daddy’s sleeping” Oliver calls from the floor playing with a puzzle, causing you to smile placing your groceries on the counter.

You had some errands to run and left Fred alone with the three boys for the first time. You felt bad leaving but Fred said he would be fine, but you remember the time you were alone with them and how terribly it went. Fred reassured you everything would be fine so you headed out.

You had a dentist appointment and a hair cut in preparation for the wedding. After your haircut you checked your phone not seeing any notifications and went to get some groceries; but you didn’t notice you had accidentally put your phone on flight mode; preventing calls and texts from getting through.

Your smile quickly fades as you scan the room taking in what has unfolded during your absence. Dishes and bottles were pilled all over the counter; Fred’s shirt is thrown over the back of a barstool. You see some vomit staining his blue t-shirt and chuckle lightly. Oliver has a million toys strewn across the floor his shirt nowhere in sight.

You walk over to Oliver, dodging the blocks scattered around the floor and kiss his forehead “you good for daddy while I was gone?” you ask softly and he nods not looking up from his puzzle.

Your eyes shift to the couch, soft snores leaving his mouth and he has some dried vomit in his hair. You carefully pull Lucas from his arm and Fred doesn’t move. You walk across the room and put him in his baby swing turning it on a soft setting.

When you pick up Noah Fred stirs and his eyes flutter open “hey” he mumbles through a raspy dry voice.

“What happened to his clothes?” you ask eyeing to Noah who is just in a diaper.

“He had a um…incident” he mumbles rubbing his eyes. “Diaper, poop” he pops his hands open to mimic an explosion. “After cleaning him in the sink I never managed to get him some new clothes.”

You sit beside him on the couch bouncing Noah in your arms trying not to laugh, but secretly thankful you missed it. “Lucas projectile vomited all over me” he groans rolling on his side while you brush his hair out of his eyes. “Oliver had something, I don’t even know. He picked up on the stress or wanted attention, I don’t know. He had a meltdown; threw his toys around spilt lunch on himself and the floor. Twins were screaming bloody murder, it was a fucking disaster.”

“Why didn’t you call me?” you ask watching his eyes close again feeling extremely guilty being gone for so long.

“I did, it went right to voicemail, texts undelivered. I figured you just wanted to enjoy your time away” he laughs.

“Sorry babe” you respond lightly placing a soft kiss on his forehead.

“It’s okay, I just don’t remember newborns being this tiring” he mumbles rising up on his elbow. His eyes go wide while he takes in the disaster in front of him..

“Last time we were younger. There was also only one baby then” you respond laying him back on the couch.

“Calling me old babe?” he laughs eyes closing. You kiss his forehead and place a blanket over him “no never” you joke smiling at him. ”Go have a nap I’ll clean up and make dinner.”

“Babe don’t leave me again” he mumbles which causes tears to prick the corner of your eyes; guilt washing over you. You shoot him a soft smile and stand up to get some clothes for Noah.

Since that day three weeks ago neither of you have left the other alone for an extended period of time. That is until now; he reassured you he would be fine, having a few more weeks to adjust to having three kids. You promised to make sure your phone wasn’t on airplane mode and he promised to message you if something happened. But you honestly doubt he would call you tonight, the night before the wedding unless the house was on fire.

A few hours later you are in your pyjamas in your room alone, you want to just curl up under the duvet and wait until the morning light filters in through the window but you know you shouldn’t. You pull your phone out Facetiming Freddie.

“Hey babe” he mumbles. The screen is dark for a second while you wait for him to turn on a lamp. He presses his eyes closed, gently rubbing the sleep from them before squinting at the bright lights.

“We’re you sleeping?” you ask. You look to the clock and it reads 11:06 and you feel a tinge of guilt.

“Yeah well looking after three babies for almost 8 hours gets can be exhausting” he sighs resting his phone against the pillow. “Fell asleep at like 9:30.”

“Sorry go back to bed” you say softly “I’ll see you tomorrow anyways.”

“No I want to hear about your night of freedom” he laughs. “You girls do anything crazy?”

“Room service, mani/pedi’s, face masks, champagne” you say smiling.

“Sounds really nice” he yawns eyes struggling to stay open.

“It is, now I have this king sized bed all to myself” you respond.

“It sucks I miss you in this bed” he whines.

“I’d miss me too” you giggle into the phone.

The corners of Fred’s mouth curl up, “drunk babe?” he laughs.

“We didn’t drink a lot with the wedding tomorrow and everything” you explain, a hiccup coming out of your mouth. You laugh a little bit “maybe I am a bit” you reply and Fred laughs back into the phone.

“I like slightly drunk (Y/N)” he says seductively. “Drunk (Y/N) is fun.”

You grin into the screen and talk a little bit longer, he tells you about his night with the boys. You tell him more about the night with the girls, your buzz from the champagne making you extra talkative. You notice Fred is quiet and see his eyes are shut, having fallen asleep holding the phone. You chuckle and hang up, quickly falling into a deep sleep.

“Oh we’re having kids right away, by this time next year I want there to be a baby” Kathy says from her chair getting her hair done. Sarah the maid of honour walks around handing out some mimosas to everyone before sitting down for her hair.

“I’m legit getting my IUD out 5 hours before we leave for our honeymoon, we aren’t messing around” she says taking a sip.

“Oh I need to get mine” you say quietly, with how busy the past few weeks have been you forgot to make an appointment.

Kathy all but chokes on her mimosa “what do you mean you need to get yours?”

You turn your head meeting her gaze not realizing she heard you. You feel all eyes on you while the hair stylists continue quietly working on your hair. “I’ve just been so busy the past month or so, I completely forgot to make an appointment. Three babies are a lot, were constantly busy.”

“And you think four will be easier?” she scolds from beside you. “Are you trying to get pregnant again!?”

“God no, we are done, we decided pretty soon after finding out it was twins we were done” you saw laughing.

“Then why aren’t you on birth control? You guys are obviously very fertile” Sarah jokes taking a sip from her glass.

“Well the plan was for me to get an IUD after giving birth, but after the emergency C that didn’t happen. But we’ve been so busy since the twins came home; I mean we barely have time for sex.” That part isn’t a lie; you would only need one hand to count how many times you have had sex. Lucas and Noah are on opposite schedules during the night, so when you get one to sleep, you get about 2 hours or so before the other wakes up. Between the limited sleep and chasing a rambunctious toddler who has been boycotting nap time it has led to you and Fred spending most nights actually sleeping instead of tangled in the sheets.

You get some suspicious glances from the girls “a couple nights ago we were getting ready for bed and Fred came up behind me in the bathroom kissing my neck. I finished my routine and walked into the bedroom less than ten minutes later and he was snoring on top of the sheets. It’s pretty common in our house” you laugh.

“Kay, but Oliver took one time” Kathy says.

“Yeah but I’m breast feeding, it’s 99% effective until they are 6 months. I will get an IUD but until then my doctor says we’re protected.” you reply smiling. The women drop it and continue with casual conversation while you finish getting ready.

“You look stunning” Fred says finding you after the ceremony at the fountain outside the venue. The entire wedding party and family members are scattered around in various conversations while the pictures are taken. His hands rest on your waist he leans down to kiss your cheek.

Kathy picked out a navy spaghetti strap dress with a deep v-shaped neckline, the fabric gathers just above your waist. There is a slit coming up your leg, stopping high on your thigh. You have a natural look for makeup complete with nude lips and gold eyes. You have a braid in your hair creating a crown around the back; it then is pulled into an updo at the back of your head with a few loose curls framing your face. Your hair being held back by a million bobby pins shows off the cut of your dress.

“Thanks babe” you respond smiling. You run your hands over his suit jacket “you look amazing too” you rise slightly on your heels to kiss him on the lips. He is wearing a new crisp burgundy suit with a black skinny tie.

“Ok, I look good, but have you seen yourself? I’ll have to thank Kathy later” he jokes placing a hand on your lower back. “This dress babe, absolutely stunning” he leans down to place another kiss on your lips when you get interrupted.

“(Y/N) we need you for a picture” Sarah calls causing Fred to groan and pull away from you.

“Guess I’ll just have to stare at you for the next few hours” he brings his lips to the side of your face “and think of what I’ll do once you’re out of that dress.” He pulls away smirking at you and walking away from you, you feel some wetness pool between your legs. You take a couple deep breaths before joining the group for pictures.

The rest of the wedding goes off without a hitch, throughout the dinner you feel Fred staring at you from his table across the venue. Every time you catch him staring he smiles at you and turns his attention away briefly, only to bring it back a few minutes later. You shake your head at him slightly; your eyes go wide when he licks his lips with his eyes locked on you.

“You know the entire ceremony all I was thinking about was what you’re going to look like in a wedding dress” he whispers hand sliding onto your lower back dancing slowly to the music.

You smile looking past him but turn to meet his gaze “I mean it” he says kissing your forehead “I can’t wait until it’s our wedding.”

“Want to push it to next year?” you ask while he spins you back into his hard chest. You had been discussing taking two years for the wedding just so you aren’t rushed and don’t have to pull time away from your family to get everything done.

“Think we can get everything done in time? Won’t be too stressful for us” he’s holding you close; you can smell his cologne causing your breath to catch in your throat.

“Yeah I was looking at places, and this one castle has a planner that will help coordinate most of the stuff” you respond. “They do the food, alcohol, décor and have an in house photographer and videographer.”

He turns to look at you slightly confused “didn’t know there were any castles in North America.”

“Oh I was thinking Denmark” you say smiling up at him.

Fred stops dancing looking down at you “you want to get married in Denmark?”

“Yeah” you smile. “It’s so beautiful there, and it’s where you’re from.”

“And you’re from Canada; there are a lot of beautiful places there. You don’t want to get married there?” he asks.

“Canada doesn’t have castles, besides we can leave the boys at your moms and go on our honeymoon” you say causing a large grin to cross his face while he resume dancing.

“So Denmark, next summer” he repeats with a smile on his face. You nod in agreeance feeling Fred’s lips press against yours; you release his arm sliding a hand up to the back of his neck. You open your mouth to deepen the kiss. You feel Fred lean forward, tilting you back your other hand gripping the back of his neck. Your moans are swallowed by the kiss, his hand sliding slightly lower to your ass where it stays for a few more songs.

You see the other guests making their way to the roof and follow the crowd. You lean your head back onto Fred’s chest, his hand resting on your stomach. You tilt your head to the sky, watching as it lights up in a colourful display. Fred’s thumb gently rubs circles on your stomach, a soft sigh leaving your lips while you watch the fireworks.

“I love you” Fred whispers in your ear part way through the show “I’m so lucky to have you.”

You turn around in his grip, wrapping your arms around him under his jacket resting your head on his chest. A slight shiver courses through your body from the cool night air, arms tightening against his body. Fred pulls away and pulls his jacket off and drapes it over your shoulders. You tilt your head, your gaze shifting from the fireworks to Fred’s eyes.

The colours in the sky reflecting off his eyes while he smiles down at you. The heels you are wearing help to close the gap, but you still have to lift up slightly to press your lips to his. One of Fred’s hand rests on your back inside his jacket, the other gripping the back of your neck. It runs slightly into your hair getting caught in the curls and bobby pins currently holding it in place.

You open your mouth for him, his tongue sliding in. Your hips involuntarily arch forward into his touch, hands sliding up his stubbled chin. His hand on your back slides down giving your ass a firm squeeze causing you to pull away slightly with your draw dropping open,.

“Relax my jacket is long enough nobody can see” he mumbles bringing his lips closer to yours again. You can see the half smile tugging at the sides of his mouth when his lips come crashing back against yours.

“How long do we have to stay” you mumble into the kiss.

You hear Fred groan and feel his half erection pressing into your stomach. He pulls his left hand away to look at the watch wrapped around it “its only 11” he responds causing a loud groan to slip from your lips. Luckily the firework display muffles you from nearby guests.

“We have a very comfortable bed waiting for us” you continue resting your hand on his chest feeling some moisture that has collected from the dancing throughout the night.

“A bed where we can sleep uninterrupted” he jokes “no kids.”

You laugh turning your gaze back to the firework show as they prepare for the finale. “Sleeping in, breakfast in bed” he groans under his breath, you clench your legs

A few hours later after many more drinks you are finally walking into the hotel elevator. As soon as the door closes Fred is on you, hoisting you up with ease. He presses your back to the wall, your legs naturally wrapping around him. His hand slides to the bottom of your thigh, while his other to your thigh where your leg slit has left you exposed. He runs his hand up your skin stopping when he hits your hip bone. His thumb plays gently with the cloth covering your core his mouth peppering kisses along your exposed collarbone only stopping when the door dings open.

He sets you down, adjusting his jacket while you fix the fabric that has shifted from your breasts. He leads you down the hall holding the door open for you. You step out of your shoes and Fred immediately loosens his tie pulling it over his head, throwing it along with his jacket on the floor. Fred turns and bends down throwing you over his shoulder while making his way to the bed.

He throws you onto the bed a light squeal escapes from you. You hear his shoes be kicked to the side, next is a belt buckle clanging on the hardwood floor and last his vest is discarded on the ground. You rest on your forearms watching as he undoes a couple buttons from his neck. You swallow the lump in your throat feeling wetness pool between your legs.

You think about how you could stare at Fred all night while he rolls the sleeves of his dress shirt up, showing off his muscular forearm. Before you have a chance to stare much longer Fred crawls over you locking you in a hungry and passionate kiss. He bends your knee his hand running up and down the exposed skin from your slit.

He crawls down you climbing inside the bottom of your dress hooking your legs over his shoulders in the process. He slowly arches your back off the bed pulling your underwear down your legs. You feel him alternate between kissing and sucking the side of your thigh, while a deep exhale leaves your lips.

He nips your skin slowly approaching the area you need him most, his beard rubbing against your folds. He turns his head, warm breath blows against you coming closer to you. His nose presses into your clit first, followed by his mouth gently attaching to you. He flattens his tongue and licks a stripe up you, your head falling back into the pillow.

He groans against you “you’re so wet baby” he mumbles placing long licks, cleaning up what has been pooling all night.

“You’ve seen yourself right” you moan while he dip his tongue inside your walls. You feel the corners of his lips curl up at your comment licking deep inside you. Your heels dig into his back; you reach down to grab his hair but are met with the chiffon fabric of your dress. You bring them down to your side and grip the bedding his nose digging in deeper into your clit.

You buck your hips up towards his face, his hands slide over your hips pulling you down closer to his face. You start rocking your hips against his face and tongue moaning loudly. He flicks his tongue sucking against your clit.

“Oh fuckkkkk” you moan loudly. Too loudly; feeling his tongue hitting inside your sweet spot. He throws his arm over your hips pinning you to the mattress; he rolls his head around in circles, grunting and moaning into your pussy. You feel your orgasm building when he curls his tongue inside you. He brings up two fingers sliding them in and opening you up further moaning at the taste of you.

Your legs tighten around his head holding him closer to you while you clench around his tongue. He works you through your orgasm continuing the pace until you stop. You relax against him when you are finished and he pulls his tongue out all the way cleaning you up. You expect him to stop but he continues to lick up and down your pussy, flicking at your clit when he gets to it. His fingers curl in hitting your sweet spot he hits it a few times tongue flicking against your clit. He brings you to another quick orgasm, this one so strong your legs shaking around him. Your knuckles are white and you tremble; his tongue still working you through it.

He pulls his head away slowly, his beard grazing along your thighs. You shiver at the contact and the feeling of your sensitive cut being released.

“You need more clothes like this” he says head popping out from your dress “the leg slit is very useful.”

You tilt your head laughing while your grip eases on the bedding. “I’ll be sure to add some in to my wardrobe, flowy dresses are very convenient with newborns.”

Fred crawls up towards you, juices glistening off his beard a smile plastered on your face. “Good” he mumbles bringing his lips to yours. You moan tasting yourself on him and feeling his painfully hard member pressing into your stomach.

He pushes your straps down your shoulders and he gently lifts your back feeling around for a zipper. “It’s on the side” you whisper turning slightly to allow him better access. You hear the zipper while he slowly drags it down you helping you out of it. He throws it over to the side, falling off the chair onto the floor.

His mouth immediately attached to your breast sucking on the nipple. You bring your hands down to his waist fumbling with the button as his thumb reattaches to your clit. A loud gasp leaves your lips having not recovered from your previous two orgasms. He chuckles mumbling something against your exposed flesh while you try to focus through the pleasure to push his pants down his thighs.

His mouth switches to the other breast; you bring your hands up to address his shirt. You lift a leg trying to push his pants down with your foot. Fred’s thumb presses harder into your clit causing a loud moan to leave your lips.

“Freddie” you whine unable to concentrate on stripping him. His head pops up “yeah babe?” he asks knowing exactly what you want.

“You need to stop so I can take your clothes off.”

He just smiles at you and pulls away resting on his knees. He undoes the final two buttons and pushes his dress shirt off his body; you see beads of sweat rolling down his chest. He pushes his pants and boxers of his legs his cock springing free. A light moan escapes your lips watching it slap against his stomach. It’s painfully hard, head glistening with precum your mouth waters thinking about wrapping your lips around it

“You can’t” he whispers following your gaze. A pout comes across your lips “just a little” you whine back.

He groans and falls onto his back shaking his head at you “just a taste” he responds bending an arm behind his head. “Thanks” you hum adjusting yourself between his legs.

You wrap your lips around the tip, and slowly take more and more into your mouth until he is hitting the back of your throat. You can hear Fred moaning, you look up at him through your lashes half expecting him to cum then and there from the sounds he is making. You swirl your tongue around him, running it up the vein on the underside, he attempts to grab your hair but is met by a mess of hairspray and pins.

You rise up leaving just the tip remaining in your mouth. You smirk up at him and bring your mouth down, your nose hitting his pelvis. His hips lift off the bed while you do this a few more times. Finally you feel him grip your hair and pull you off him, saliva dripping down your chin.

“I said a taste” he growls pushing you onto your back. You feel him poke at your entrance and slowly push into you. You take a sharp inhale feeling him stretch your walls from the limited sex you have had with him recently.

He continues to gently push in you, staring at you and watching your expression the entire time while you accommodate him. He goes slowly but with determination, gently thrusting back and forth as he works his way deeper inside you. Your hands find the back of his neck, gripping his chain pulling his forehead down to yours.

The pain slowly turns into pleasure while he continues his gentle but persistent pace. His forehead is glued to yours, his brown eyes never leaving yours. Each thrust going slightly deeper than the last, Fred biting his lower lip the entire time.

You can hear how wet you are every time he thrusts into you, finally he bottoms out. His pelvis connects with yours, the head of his cock pressing up against your cervix, just gently pushing it. He softly grunts feeling your warm walls holding him in; muttering under his breath. "So sexy …Fuck..Milking my cock".

Your legs wrap around his waist, a hand sliding down his neck to his bicep. Fred picks up the pace, your nails digging crescent shaped marks in his muscles. He moves your legs so they are against his shoulders, getting even deeper inside you. You turn into a writhing mess under him, your third orgasm swiftly building. Fred snaps his hips, fucking into you faster and faster.

Your hips arch off the bed, the room being filled with your loud moans. Fred smirks knowing exactly where you are thrusting faster as you cum for him. You clench around him holding him tightly inside you, walls fluttering around his cock.

And then, Fred groans, and you are met with his familiar warmth filling you up. He gives you a few more slow thrusts before releasing your legs and he practically melts on top of you. You lightly rake your hand over his sweaty back while he moans softly, your heart rates slowly returning to normal.

His soft moans turn into soft snores. He is fully on top of you, his dick still resting inside of your walls. If it wasn’t for the exhaustion you would have woken him up, but you know how much he needs the sleep so you allow your eyes to close using the man above you as a blanket.

You are the first to wake up in the morning, Fred now lying beside you on his back. At some point you both made your way under the sheets which are hanging low on his hips. You cautiously crawl out of bed, careful to not wake the sleeping man beside you.

You return from the bathroom a few minutes later having pulled out a bunch of the pins in your hair and notice the sheet had slipped down past his waist. His beautiful cock right there on display.

You consider waking him up in a way that has been appreciated in the past but decide to let him sleep a little longer. You walk around the bed lifting the sheet and crawling back in. Fred feels the bed shift and his eyes flutter open, you lying on your arm looking at him.

“Morning” he mumbles through a hoarse voice.

“Hey” you whisper brushing the hair from his forehead.

“What time is it?” he asks rolling onto his side to look at you. He smiles, his brown eyes opening completely to look at you. You reach for your phone but it’s off causing you to groan and rise up to look at the clock on the table beside him. “Fuck your beautiful” he says bringing his thumb to rub up and down your arm.

You go to smile until you see the time “fuck Fred it’s after 11.” You quickly throw the sheet off to get out of the bed but he easily grips you pulling you back down to the bed.

“Babe” you whine “checkout is 10.”

“Well that’s long gone” he laughs. You try to push him away but he firmly holds you to his chest. He chuckles at your meek attempt to free yourself “it’s not a big deal, we’ll just have to pay for another night.” Fred rolls on top of you, his entire weight pinning you below him.

“But Christie” you start. You only have her booked until 12, and you still have to pack and do the 30 min drive across the city.

“I scheduled her til 2” he mumbles lips attaching to your neck. Before you can process what he said or respond there is a knock on the door forcing him to pull away. He stands up and throws his dress shirt your way for you to cover up with while he quickly pulls his dress pants up his large thighs.

He waits for you to do some of the buttons and adjust the blankets around your waist then opens the door. You hear some muffled talking and some creaking and are met by a man wheeling in a table with breakfast. His eyes go wide seeing you in bed, Fred’s white dress shirt doing little to hide your perked nipples. His eyes linger a little causing your cheeks to heat up; when Fred clears his throat causing the man to excuse himself and leave the room.

“You planned this” you exclaim hearing the door shut.

“That guy couldn’t have been any more obvious” he ignores you walking over to pour you some coffee.

“Fred” you say grinning at him waiting for a response.

“Yes I obviously planned this. He pours some syrup over the french toast and brings a piece to your mouth. You open slightly the fork sliding between your lips. You moan, your mouth being filled with amazing flavours.

“When I booked the hotel I made it for three nights. I actually considered trying to get you stay, but I knew there was no way you would leave the boys for three nights.” You smile at him over your mug loving that he knows you that well. As much as you have enjoyed the 36 or so hours away you can’t wait to get back to your sons.

“That and I felt bad for Christie if we had of left her alone for two nights” he laughs biting a piece of bacon.

“I figured we both could use a day to sleep in” he says bringing more french toast to you. “So I ordered us a late breakfast.”

“And my phone” you respond knowing you had an alarm set, picking up a fork and dig in to the hash browns.

“You put it in my pocket and wandered off to the bar. I just turned it off” he shrugs while you laugh. He places a quick kiss on your cheek “have to admit it was a good plan.”

He quickly returns his attention to the breakfast shovelling in a few more bites. You laugh resting your head on his shoulder “yeah you’re pretty awesome” you respond setting your mug back on the table. You feel a pin digging into the side of your skull and pull away, walking to the mirror you pull out the few you had forgotten earlier.

You hear the clatter of cutlery on the table, and Fred wheels it a few feet out of the way. His arm grips around your waist pulling a squeal from your mouth “you look incredible in my shirt” he groans pulling you to the bed. His thumb grips your hip while he bends you over the foot of the bed, his pants quickly landing in a pile at his feet.

You press your hips back feeling his erection press into your ass. He pushes his shirt up exposing you to him, he brings a hand firmly to your ass. You groan feeling pain radiate in your cheek and wetness build in your core. His hard cock grazes your folds soaking up some of your juices before he slams in to you.

Unlike last night you aren’t given time to adjust. Your ass is immediately met by his stomach, him pressed fully inside of you while he begins a fast pace. Your fists clenched on the sheet, your pussy clenches around his cock. You moan loudly, screaming into the duvet and pushing yourself back onto him.

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district2001 · 4 years

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Leader Maknae Date

Seventeen AU: 14th member

Jangmi x Seventeen (mainly Coups)

Recap: When Seungcheol whisks Jangmi away from practice to ask her a very important question

Words: 2k

Requests are OPEN: Please please please send me what you want to see from Jangmi. I’m also open to feedback :)

Jangmi’s Masterlist

“I swear to god if Hoshi Oppa makes us go through the dance one more time, I’m going to die.” Jangmi complained, as she flopped on the floor in the dance studio.

“If he starts complaining about how our jumping isn’t the same height, I will personally take one for the team and murder him.” Seungkwan agreed.

“You know I can hear you right?” Hoshi yelled from the speakers. Jangmi snickered, praying that he wouldn’t play their song again.

She loved the song, and thought Woozi had done a phenomenal job with it. Apparently the staff weren’t too thrilled though, hoping for something darker. But leader line had backed him up, with Hoshi calling the song ‘pop perfection.’

Her favourite section was her interchanging rap part with S.Coups, where the contrast in their tones was noticeable, yet blended together really well. Plus the dynamic of the maknae with the eldest would look quite cool in the music video.

She reached over towards her bag and grabbed her drink bottle. The room temperature water wasn’t the greatest thing to drink, but she was so thirsty she would probably have Minghao’s hot water without complaint.

After she emptied her bottle, Jangmi lay on top of her bag, closing her eyes to get some rest. She knew debuting would be hard, much harder than being a trainee, but she was exhausted. Between online school, group dancing lessons, private dancing lessons, rap lessons, song writing sessions, recording sessions… the list was never ending. She was barely getting 5 hours of sleep a day, and she needed as much as she could get to grow. She’d made a bet with Dino that she’d grow taller than Woozi, and she wasn’t willing to admit to defeat.

Her short nap was interrupted by someone clearing their voice above her. Opening one eye, she saw S.Coups newly dyed blonde hair looking over her.

“5 more minutes.” She whined, closing her eyes again.

“Can I talk to you for a second?”

She opened both her eyes this time in confusion of why he was using his leader tone with her.

“Uhh. Yeah. Sure” She sat up, stretching out her hand. Seungcheol grabbed it, and pulled her up to her feet.

“I was thinking we could go grab a coffee?” Seungcheol asked as they walked out the practise room.

Jangmi didn’t know what he wanted to talk to her about, but she had a feeling it was serious, seeing the way he was avoiding her eyes.

“Yes of course.” She replied, fidgeting with her fingers.

They walked to the café in silence, with both of them trying to break it by trying to start a conversation, only for it to die down within a minute.

She was very aware that some bad news was going to be given to her at the café, and was mentally preparing her reaction in case he told her that she’d have to leave Seventeen.

Once they arrived at the café, Seungcheol had asked her to take a seat whilst he placed their order. She asked him for a water, and when he questioned her terrible choice, she explained that it was healthy and free.

While waiting for him to come back, she started playing around with the ring on her finger, a new unconscious habit she had adopted after being given the ring a few days ago. No formal ceremony, a staff member had just dropped it off in the middle of her dance practise with Jun.

She was brought out of her thoughts with Seungcheol plopping down the 2 drinks on the table- 1 lemonade and 1 chocolate Frappuccino. She raised her eyebrows at her leader, who smirked and placed the straw of the lemonade in his mouth. “Eunwoo said this was your favourite drink.”

Jangmi tried to hide her smile, knowing very well that she was not doing a good job.

She took a sip of her Frappé, before setting it down on the table. She knew he was trying to butter her up before breaking the bad news, but she wanted to hear it outright. Not sugar-coated in chocolate goodness.

“Is it ok if I ask you something?” Seungcheol asked tentatively.

“Of course.” Jangmi nervously smiled.

He cleared his throat again, before continuing. “How’s everything?”

Jangmi narrowed her eyes, “everything?”

“You know…” he signalled with his hands, “everything.”

“Good.” She nodded, waiting for him to continue speaking.

“Come on Jangmi, you’ve got to give me more than that.”

She chuckled, happy this awkward tension between them was slowly dissipating.

“It’s been good though. Honestly. It’s a lot of hard work, and I don’t think I can feel my feet at all right now. But it’s been fun. I’m learning a lot.” She smiled politely before adding “thank you for the opportunity.”

“Stop being so polite with me. Let’s go back to how we were before.” Seungcheol dismissed, taking another sip of his lemonade.

“How were we before exactly?” Jangmi cocked her head to the side, waiting for his response. Sure, she had spoken to him during her visits every holiday, but they hadn’t really spent much time together- and never one on one. There was no need to. He was busy leading the boys to debut, whilst she was just a random trainee who kept popping up every few months.

“I don’t know.” He struggled. “Not this awkward for sure.” They both giggled, glad that they both were acknowledging the tense atmosphere.

“Seriously though, I’m really enjoying working with you all. Plus you guys are so talented. Legit. Did you see Minghao’s freestyle dance the other day. I didn’t even think it was possible to be that flexible.”

Seungcheol chuckled, taking another sip of his drink.

“Don’t get me started on the vocals of this team. I heard Seungkwan and Seokmin singing the other day and I was mind blown. And then I found out that they were only messing around. How can they seriously be that good when they are taking the piss out of it.”

“Glad to know you think the team is talented!”

Jangmi smiled, “Of course you guys are. That’s why you’re debuting.”

“Why we’re debuting” Seungcheol corrected.

“Oh right! I’m sorry.” Jangmi bowed again, causing Seungcheol to get up slightly and smack her head.

She faked a pout and took another sip of her drink.

“Is everyone treating you well?”

She nodded. “Yeah. You don’t need to worry. I was friends with most of them before anyway.”

Seungcheol hummed before talking again. “I definitely think you transitioned well. Although, I feel slightly bad for stealing you away from Sungyeon. I saw her the other day and she told me that if any one of us made you upset, she’d come and hurt us.”

“She’s just very overprotective.” Jangmi giggled. She had been so busy with catching up that she barely had seen Sungyeon over the last few weeks. She missed her best friend. Maybe they could go out and get some food together. Well, Sungyeon could eat food whilst Jangmi would be stuck eating salad.

“Well, now you’ve got 13 more people to protect you.”

“I can protect myself, thank you very much.” Jangmi sassed back, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Somehow I don’t believe that.”

Jangmi leaned over the table. “Is it because I’m a girl.”

Seungcheol leaned over aswell, looking directly into her eyes. “No, it’s because you ran out of the recording booth the other day after seeing the cockroach.”

Jangmi’s eyes widened. “How’d you-”

“Sungyeon told me.” He smirked, whilst moving Jangmis’ glass away from her elbows. It was a disaster waiting to happen.

Jangmi leaned back into her seat in defeat, crossing her arms.

“Stop pouting. That’s my thing.”

“I’m the maknae, I can pout as much as I want.”

“You’re such a child”

“Takes one to know one.”

“Do you always talk to your elders with such attitude?”

“Not the ones I respect.”

‘Ya!” Seungcheol raised his voice, before realising that he had perhaps spoken too loudly in the café.

Jangmi shone her victory smile, and grabbed her drink off the table.

“Is there any reason you asked to hang out with me?” She asked. After their little banter session, she was starting to doubt that she would be leaving the band. Her leader was too relaxed.

“I was getting to that”

“Well, today would be nice, considering we have more dance lessons in 20 minutes.”

“Oh shit!” Seungcheol jumped up from his seat. “Grab your drink, and we can talk the way back.”

Jangmi nodded, before following him out the door. Stopping to yell ‘thank you’ to the staff.

Walking back to the Pledis building, Jangmi noticed how the sun was starting to set. She would have stopped to take a picture, and send it back to her parents, but Cheol started talking at that moment.

“I just wanted to take this opportunity for you to tell me if you were unhappy.” Jangmi looked at him in confusion.

“Like if anyone was making you uncomfortable, or if you were having trouble fitting in. I don’t know you well enough to read your mind, and Vernon said that you’re pretty reserved, like him, so I just wanted to make sure. Even if some members take longer to warm up to you, they will eventually.” She looked over to him and smiled.

Taking that as a sign of reassurance, Seungcheol continued. “I just wanted you to know that it might take a little while for you to feel completely at home. Or as homely as one can feel when they’re literally on the opposite side of the world from their friends and their family. I feel homesick sometimes, even when my home’s just a few hours from here.”

“If anyone mistreats you for being in our team, by talking shit about you let me know, or any of the other members. Seriously. We all look out for each other. And I know it’ll take some getting used to, but you deserved a spot on this team. I’m not just saying it as a leader, but as a friend. And hopefully soon you’ll think of me as an older brother. I overheard you telling Jihoon how you’re an only child aswell. This team is more like a fami-”

Seungcheol abruptly stopped mid-sentence when he realised Jangmi wasn’t walking beside him.

He quickly turned around, and let out a sigh of relief when he saw she was only a couple of metres behind him, wearing a massive smile on her cheeks.

“What?” He asked, genuinely confused to why she had stopped walking. Considering she was the one who reminded him of rehearsal.

“Do you really mean that?” she asked so quietly, that he could barely make out her question. He walked over to her and pulled her into a hug, “of course.”

Jangmi smiled into his chest. She had brothers.

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Next: Debut.

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feeling-uncomfy · 3 years

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Mafia AU (split into 3 part!)

With over 36000 words I am proud to finally give this to you!

Fair warning, there is blood, fighting, torture (also referenced) and panic attacks mentioned in this story, so be cautious!

Hope you enjoy!

Hawks sat at the table, looking as calm as ever. Tokoyami sat next to him, shoulders tense. He bounced his leg in anticipation, waiting for the other dealers to arrive. Hawks patted his back gently. "Calm down, I promise, security is extra tight. No one's getting away with shit." Tokoyami's leg stopped moving from under the table, but he wasn't convinced.

The door opened to reveal a man. His hair was long and blonde, sitting dead straight, and he had a shit-eating grin plastered on his face. He was tall and lean, not too built up, but Hawks was sure he could throw a punch. He plopped down across from them like he owned the place.

Behind him came the opposite. He had short hair that was tied up, and Tokoyami felt his body involuntarily tensing again as he took in the scars littering the mans body. Hawks kept his hand firmly on his shoulder, and he took a breath. The man sat down much more cautiously than his partner did, sizing the pair up. Hawks grinned at the man, who scowled in return.

The first man spoke up. "So! I see we're late, hope you didnt get too impatient." Hawsk laughed easily, hand slipping away from Tokoyami. "Trust me, we weren't waiting too long, Yamada. Now, about that offer...?" Yamada lit up. "But of course! Firstly, who's this cutie?" Tokoyami jolted as he was addressed. "This is..." Hawks debated on telling a lie, but decided that Yamada was safe. "He's my brother. Now, who's that." Hawks pointed the attention away from his younger brother.

The man in question scoffed. "This is Aziawa. He's my bodyguard and most trusted partner." Yamada slung his arm over Aziawa's shoulder. Aziawa glared at the pair across from the table. "He's a little young to be involved in all this, don't you think?" Aziawa's eyes softened slightly as he looked Tokoyami up and down. Tokoyami shrugged and leaned backwards slightly.

Hawks took over. "He's more capable than most of my staff, so he's staying. The deal, Yamada?" Hawks let one arm fall, and grabbed a briefcase from his side. While bringing it back up, Hawks made sure his gun was at easy access. Yamada nodded enthusiastically and brought forward his own package.

Tokoyami watched them both open, curious. Aziawa leaned forward, arm subtlety reaching over Yamada's front. Both briefcases were opened. "How much is in there? We aren't here to get scammed." Aziawa said, sounding bored. Tokoyami knew that wasn't good. If he seemed bored, that meant he was confident enough that he could kick their asses. Tokoyami hoped it wouldn't come to that.

"There's the amount you asked for." Hawks said. "If you're concerned, you can always double check before you leave." Hawks had that aura of 'dont test me' floating around. It was a subtle thing not many could recognize. Tokoyami swallowed when Aziawa's glare landed on him. "You're the only alibi he has. Is there the right amount of cash in there?" Aziawa's snapped at him. Tokoyami hesitated for a split second before answering. "It's all there. I was present when it was filled." Tokoyami informed him, voice wavering towards the end.

Damn it.

Aziawa stared at him for a few more minutes, before sighing. "Fine, seems legit." Yamada smiled and they swapped cases. And just like that, it was over. "Our ride home should be here in an hour." Aziawa informed Yamada, who laughed. "Looks like we've got time to kill! You wanna get some food?" Hawks nodded, falling peckish. Tokoyami shrugged, he still felt his nerves jumping.

"Right, well, Aziawa can stay with you, and Hawks and I can go get food." Tokoyami's head snapped up. Alone, with him? Hawks pondered on the thought, before turning to Tokoyami. "It's up to you, if you wanna come, you can." Aziawa scoffed. "Just go. Nothing's going to happen." Tokoyami froze, and Hawks stood and looked at Aziawa. "Yeah, sure... we'll be back in a minute, okay?"

Tokoyami didnt have a chance to respond, Yamada dragged Hawks out the door. Tokoyami and Aziawa were left alone. At first, nothing was said, there was this awkward silence that filled the room. Tokoyami resisted the urge to get up and leave. He didnt trust this, he didnt feel like he could relax. He didnt trust Aziawa. Without warning, Aziawa addressed him. "What's your name?" Tokoyami jerked to look at him.

"My name?" Aziawa sighed and looked at him. "Yeah. Your name. What is it?" Tokoyami couldn't bring himself to look away. "Tokoyami." He mumbled, breaking eye contact. Aziawa didnt respond. The silence fell again. "Are you actually Hawks's brother? Or is that just some game he's got going on?" Tokoyami looked over at Aziawa again, to see something flash in his eyes. An emotion Tokoyami couldn't name.

"Yes, Hawks and I are siblings." Tokoyami spoke as clearly as he could, his nerves jumping again. Aziawa looked at him. "Where're you parents?" Tokoyami didnt answer. Aziawa raised a brow but didnt push any further. Tokoyami looked at the ground, listening for any sounds.

Twenty minutes went by. Another thirty passed, and Yamada and Hawks hadn't come back yet. "Where are those idiots?" Aziawa grumbled, walking towards the door. There was a sudden loud noise, and the sounds of gunfire. "Get down!" Aziawa yelled, grabbing Tokoyami's arm and pulling them both down. Tokoyami let out a panicked noise as the door banged open. Aziawa had shoved the table onto its side, and he had his gun at the ready. Tokoyami froze as a gun was cocked.

The first round hit the table. There was a horrible sound of metal-on-metal that had Tokoyami covering his ears. The second round came soon enough, and the second the sound stopped Aziawa had leaned over and shot twice. There was a choking sound and a body hit the ground. Tokoyami took in a shuddering breath, panic forming and his chest squeezed. "...Kid? Kid, look at me." Aziawa took Tokoyami's shoulder, and he jerked.

"Okay, okay. Listen to me." Aziawa held fast, forcing Tokoyami to look at him. "Here's what we're gonna do. You hold onto this." Aziawa pulled out a thin piece of material. "And tie it to this." Aziawa wrapped it around Tokoyami's wrist and Aziawa wrist. "And we wont lose each other. Okay? It stretches, so dont worry."

Tokoyami felt the fabric rubbed against his wrist, and he breathed in shakily, but nodded. "Great, we're leaving now." Tokoyami looked up. "Where are we going?" Aziawa shrugged. "We're going to the main entrance, and we'll look for Hawks and Yamada." Tokoyami looked unsure.

"You ever use a gun before?" When Tokoyami shook his head, Aziawa sighed and showed him how. "Now, you shoot if you feel like you need to, okay?" Tokoyami nodded, and they left.

The damage wasn't too bad, and they managed to get to the main entrance relatively easily. Yamada was standing among limp bodies, laughing like a mad man. "Oh, Aziawa! Good, you and the kid aren't hurt!" Tokoyami felt awkward as the fabric was cut, and the three went around, and they met up with Hawks, who was fighting another man. Hawks went down hard, and hopped back up and punched the guy in the face. He shot once, and the man lay still.

He looked up and saw Tokoyami, and rushed forward. "There you are! Are you okay?!" Hawks scooped Tokoyami up, checking for injuries. Tokoyami shook his head. "I'm okay, are you alright?" Hawks laughed. "Obviously! Now, let's get rid of these assholes." Hawks put Tokoyami down and turned.

There was a gunshot, making all four people jump. There was a woman standing at the top of the stairs, smiling. "Now, guns down, boys." Yamada growled, but when the gun was shot near his feet, they compiled. Hawks dropped his gun, as did Aziawa and Yamada. The woman grinned. She pointed the gun at Aziawa and Tokoyami, who were standing side-by-side.

"Over here, now." It wasnt a request. Hawks growled under his breath as Tokoyami and Aziawa made their way over. "First things first." The woman shot Aziawa's leg, and he fell down with a pained grunt. Tokoyami tried to catch him. "Now, pretty bird, be a dear and follow my friend over there outside." Tokoyami looked over at the person standing at the door. He had no weapons, though by the way he was built, he didnt need any weapons.

Tokoyami begrudgingly started walking. He got halfway, turned and pulled the gun Aziawa gave him out and aimed. He should have accounted for the fact he hadn't done this before, and wasnt prepared for the jolt that went through his arms. He was sent back slightly, and lost his footing. Hawks yelled out, and Tokoyami couldn't tell what kind of yell it was.

He got up, shaking. Hawks was at his side, saying something. His ears were ringing, and he couldn't hear anything. Hawks picked him up just as the door behind him burst open. Endeavor came in, men at his side. The woman was unconscious on the ground, having been shot in the back.

"Tokoyami? Fumikage, can you hear me?" Hawks's voice became clearer. "Yeah, I can hear you." Tokoyami mumbled, his hands gripping his jacket tight to hide that they were shaking. Hawks laughed softly. "Right, okay. Lets go, Endeavor can deal with this bitch." Hawks spat, looking at the woman.

Tokoyami stared. He did that. "Is she..." Tokoyami didnt want to say it. Hawks stared at him. "No, she's fine. Dont worry about her." Tokoyami nodded, and the pair walked out, Yamada and Aziawa at their side.

Hawks figured this was a once-off thing, but he was wrong.

"So, that bitch failed..." Shigaraki glared at the camera feed. "Oh well, time to try something else. Dabi." The man in question looked up, a black mask covering the lower half of his face. "Your turn. Get that little bird over here."

Dabi grinned. "I'll have him in a week, tops." Shigaraki grinned. "You better, or I wont hesitate to kill you." Dabi scoffed, and left to prep. His eyes lit up in some form of sick satisfaction.

This was going to be fun.

Part 1 end.

Would you like to see all three parts or suffer waiting for daily updates-?

#boku no hero academia #tokoyami #bnha hawks #aizawa shouta #for legal reasons I will not say whether I got sleep or not

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peter-pan-hoe · 4 years

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Old Friends Pt 1

Guess Who’s Back Bitches

(Sorry for calling you bitches im just very excited. I love every single of of yall and Im so happy you guys have stuck around during this ridiculous hiatus and i hope to be posting more soon. I just got off my ass today and was like “Alright ya cow its time to write” and i did. Here is the oldest request ive had waiting in my inbox for literal years im so sorry this took so long. Here is part one of what will hopefully be a new series. I’ve taken it in a different direction to start with but i will be swinging it around to meet the request in later parts. So happy to be back. Ive missed you. I love you. Here we go xx)

“So like maybe Peter, y/n, an all the lost boys are having this huge dinner, hanging out and that, and then somehow, for revenge, The Dark One sends one of Peter’s old lovers to the island. That night Peter sneaks off to greet the girl who is STILL in love with him, maybe she puts him under her spell to forget about the reader and then they like almost do da nasty or something and I guess I can leave you to the rest.”

Requested by @bellakae

Warnings: swearing, legit like one f-bomb

I did my best to make Y/N gender neutral but being a cis female I may have missed some gender identifiers when editing and I apologise

tag list: @dina3s @just-meh-and-me-dogs @xcastawayherosx @lexymeg

sorry to anyone i forgot. I couldnt find all the asks or my updated tag list. Comment bellow or dm me if you want to be added to the tag list xx

Every time there’s a new batch of lost boys, or ever just one, to arrive on the island, we have a welcome feast.

The hunter and forager boys gather as much stuff they can find and the cooks put together a huge meal. Given out of the 47 of us that there’s only 6 cooks, we usually have some extra to help out.

When there’s a big group it’s usually because Peter went to the mainland to find boys and bring them here because they weren’t happy at home.

There was that time that 5 or six boys rocked up because they made their way here together.

But if it’s just the one boy, they’re the believers. The ones who wished their way here.

This time around however was because Peter had gone to the mainland.

He usually seemed very happy whenever he came back.

Well no less happy than usual.

He wasn’t sad or angry or quiet like today.

When he returned early this morning with the latest group of boys, he came into our shared hut and stared out the window until morning.

Usually if it’s a late night he would have woken me up to say he was back.

He hadn’t needed to wake me up this time as him simply entering the room had roused me. But he didn’t even look over at me as he walked passed our bed to his little seat on the window sill.

I figured something must be up so I sat up and pretended I hadn’t heard him come home.

“Oh hey,” I said, faking a yawn. “When did you get back?”

He looked at me with a forced smile.

“Just a little while ago,” he hopped down from his perch by the window and came to sit beside me. “Did I wake you?”

He gave me a gentle kiss on the head and the leaned down to untie his boots.

“No I don’t think so,” I lied and shook my head. “I just woke up and you were there,”

He didn’t say anything as he kicked of his boots and put his feet up on our bed.

“Is everything okay?” I asked. “You seem a little distracted,”

“yeah I’m alright,” he sighed. “Just ran into an old friend while I was out getting the new boys,”

“Okay 2 things,” I started. “First is, how are the boys? And how many? And the second thing, was this old friend still a friend or are you not on good terms?”

“They boys are good,” he replied with a stifled yawn.

I could tell he was very tired, but not his usual physical exhaustion. He seemed tired in his mind.

“I brought home 14 boys,” he continued. “The youngest 7 and the oldest 17,”

“That’s a lot,” I said sadly. “All those boys – a 7 year old – lost and lonely,”

“Mmm,” he nodded in agreement.

“So what about your friend?” I pressed carefully.

I don’t want to upset him.

“I’m not really sure,” he sighed. “We didn’t end on good terms but she seemed happy to see me. She even wanted to come back here with us,”

This answer surprised me.

“She?” I asked nervously.

“Yeah,” he looked at me apologetically. “Clara. An old… partner of mine,”

“Partner as in lover?” I asked. “I don’t mind you talking about your ex’s. I’ve got some too y’know,”

I tried to lighten the solemn mood with a giggle.

“You mean I’m not your first love?” he feigned shock, gasping dramatically and putting his hand over his heart.

“Oh but you are the truest,” I collapsed into his chest with a laugh.

He held me tight as he lay back on our bed, so I was leaning back onto him.

“But yes, to answer your question,” he said as he absentmindedly played with a few strands of my hair. “Clara was my old lover. She was someone I met a long time ago,”

I thought about how things would have been with Peter and this Clara.

“Did she live here like me?” I asked, genuinely curious.

Like I’d told him, I don’t have an issue with him having past lovers. I mean who doesn’t?

“No,” he said quietly. “We weren’t really bonded like you and I are,”

“So how did you see her?” I asked as I reached up to brush some of my hair back.

“Made more trips to the mainland I guess,” he shrugged. “I still only picked up new boys once a month but I went to see her weekly,”

“But you two weren’t romantically affiliated?” I questioned.

“Well I wasn’t,” he admitted with a guilty face. “She was very emotionally invested in our… relationship. Whereas I was not,”

“Oh Peter…” I sighed. “Did you break her heart?”

“I guess,” he shrugged again. “She started getting really clingy. She didn’t want to come here. I never really found out why but she insisted that our meeting were to take place on the mainland. She began asking me to stay for longer periods of time. Once to the point that Felix came to find me because Neverland’s weather started to turn to a freezing winter. She’d convinced me to stay for weeks at a time more than once,”

“But she was the only one romantically invested?” I reiterated.

He gave a solemn nod.

“That’s fucked,” I lay back in the bed and yawned. “How did the encounter go this time?”

“She seemed the same,” he said carefully. “Like she didn’t even remember that we ended badly,”

“How so?” I pressed.

“I came across her in a town market and she ran to me like she was so happy to see me,” he continued. “She ran to me and wrapped her arms around me like she used to when we hadn’t seen each other for a time. I’m not sure she even realises how long its been,”

He became quiet, thinking.

“How long has it been?” I could feel my eyelids getting heavy and my voice came out as almost a whisper.

“Thirty odd years or so,” he brushed some loose hairs from my face, just touching for the sake of touching. “But she left so quickly this time I didn’t even have a chance to ask her why she seems this to be like this. She just said she had errands to run and had to go. That she would see me soon,”

“That sounds ominous,” I mumbled.

I was processing as much of this as I could in my tired state. I suppose Peter could sense that I was barely awake.

“Go back to sleep, love,” he kissed my forehead. “We can talk more about it in the morning. Sleep Y/N, we have a big day of celebration to prepare for tomorrow,”

He didn’t have to tell me twice as id already started to drift off from him gently stroking the side of my face.

#peter pan #peter pan ouat #peter pan x reader #peter pan x y/n #peter pan x you #ouat #ouat fanfiction

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we-always-hit-our-ass · 4 years

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First Date HCs With David Webster

warnings: meh some cursing but nothing major, it’s also very long I’m sorry- but the rest is just fluff, so eeee I hope you all like them! <333

words: 1.6k (ajsajhk i got carried away on these headcanons, i couldn’t help myself)

Taglist: @deldontplay, @thatsonefishyboi,@noneofurbusinez, @meteora-fc, @gutsandgloryhere, @hihosilvers, @rayleighshughes, @floydtab, @wexhappyxfew, @sherlollydramoine, @meganthesunflower, @3milesup, @jamie506101, @sunflowerchuck, @softlieb, @k-websters, @punkgeekchic, @speirs-crazy-ass, @hellitwasyoufirstsergeant, @stressedinadress

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First Date Headcanons with David Webster

So you see, of course our favorite Harvard boy will take you to the fucking aquarium (Cliche and obvious? Yes. But like where else, I mean seriously??)

When you first got together the first thing he promised you was an aquarium date, and well looky here, he fulfilled that promise.

Ok, so y’all pull up to the building and you can see waves of literal euphoria coming out of him. He’s just so adorable and he has a little bit of pep in his step when walking towards the entrance.

And then every time he walks, his poofy brown hair bounces up and down and the way the suns hits it is *chefs kiss*-

Even before you get to the entrance, your boyfriend is gushing about marine animals. They were short descriptions of a multitude of animals but they were so detailed and captivating, you couldn’t help but listen.

However, his voice was a bit distracting at times and you could find yourself zoning out while he talked.

A look of awe is plastered on your hand and your hold on his hand tightens ever so slightly.

It’s safe to say that you learned more about ocean animals in those brief moments than you ever could from your years in school.

Y’all bust in the aquarium like the iconic couple you two are (I’m so proud of you) and boy oh boy is David cute as hell.

Here he is-- a grown ass man who went to Harvard and literally served in WW2-- looking like a child discovering a shiny rock. You love it-

David is indecisive as hell and he had no idea where to go. He turns over to look at you with those beautiful eyes of his and you can’t help but smile.

You two pull up those maps of the building and you two plan out the rest of your date. Your fingers trail over the paper, trying to figure out where to go first.

You two make up this intricate schedule and you knowingly look at each other when your eyes find where the shark exhibit was.

But at the beginning of your date Web held your hand as you two viewed various wildlife vibin in the water behind the glass.

You were in heaven when you saw how the water played so beautifully on the your boyfriend’s face.

David was oblivious to how you stared at him in awe and you were oblivious to whenever he did the same to you.

You named a crab after Johnny and a particularly cute clownfish was named after Babe. You two had a heated discussion on who Winters was.

(Y’all never settled on anything. Web thought he’d be a red snapper. You personally think he’d either be a blue marlin or a swordfish.)

He called you his angelfish and you hit him on the arm for being so cheesy. After that he said that you were a flame angelfish instead and you could only playfully roll your eyes at him.

Get prepared for literally a shit ton of fish trivia this boy will never shut up and he just wants to gush about it to you, it’s very wholesome and sweet actually.

He knows a lot because he either has a whole 100000 page book about the sea printed on his brain or something or because he has the literal ocean in his eyes.

Look I can’t tell at this point-

The two of you were going to every single exhibit this aquarium had to offer and there was no stopping you.

Sadly that intricate schedule is unceremoniously yeeted out the window because when you head over to the next place you're stopping at you two see something else you like and head there instead.

“(Y/N)! I thought we were seeing the penguins next-”

“But Web, the seals! Look at the seal exhibit!”

You’re gripping his arm and looking at him with your stunning face, how could he say no to you?

So he lets an exaggerated sigh and nods his head as he tries to contain his grin.

You two went over to the seal exhibit instead kasjhd- Y’all still got to see the penguins, it’s all ight.

While gawking at the beautiful fish species you saw, Web seemed to know a heaping mount about a lotta of em. The facts he didn’t tell you earlier he says now and you’re just like “look at my smart Harvard boy go-”

The amount of times you wanted to just make a scrapbook that is dedicated to this day alone is nearly impossible to keep track of. The both of you wanted to cherish this aquarium date for all eternity.

Cause literally there’s this one moment where you’re looking over at tropical fish and Web was reading the description. Oh what would happen next-

As you’re admiring the way the small fishes swam gracefully Web legit goes on a rant on how they got some information on the Tiger Barb wrong.

This adorable idiot I- I can’t even at this point.

But Web holds you in his arms as he buries his face in your hair while looking at fish send tweet.

He also wraps his arms around your waist and he rests his head on top of yours. He makes comments about some of the fish and you just sink into his embrace.

Also one thing you did keep from your schedule after not following it was visiting the petting pool after you two ate lunch.

When I say that you two nyoomed over to the petting pool area I mean y’all nyoomed-- Like full Speirs mode on-- because Jesus Christ this is an aquarium and David will obviously take you to the petting pool.

You two arrived there and my Lord you swore that David was holding back a squeal. The two of you immediately rolled up your sleeves and went over to dip your hands to touch the animals in the pool.

The look you gave Web when you touched a cownose ray-- it was precious.

You also couldn’t hold your excitement as a few more smaller rays glided under the pads of your fingertips.

Then there were the horseshoe crabs and yknow those tiny fish that like swarm your hand and tickle you, yeah those too.

Y’all also chill it out and get to wash the jellyfish. The way the room was dark gave it a whole nother vibe, my loves.

Like in that jellyfish room, you two will most definitely just hold each other while gazing at the glass.

Bro, in the dim room, he’ll just pull you close and place a chaste kiss on your forehead and lips.

The bioluminescence of the jellyfish illuminates Webster’s face, making his features appear more sharp. Simping time commence, you two are a fine af couple.

Now time for the real kicker- It’s shark time

After dragging your ass to almost all of the other exhibits in the aquarium, Webster saved the shark exhibits near the end of the date.

Ohoho, was this boy eUPHORIC-

David is gripping your hand tightly and he’s constantly sending you smiles as you two walk closer to the entrance of the shark exhibit.

This is where Webster ascends out of his body, this is the second time he has (first time was when he met you and started dating).

You share his happiness and the utter vibes comin off from your boyfriend makes you so soft and full of glee.

Yknow his constant face when his eyes are focused on something and his mouth is just slightly parted? Well that is his face most of the time during your time there.

M o r e f a c t s.

Webster did write a wholeass book about them, what did you expect?

The utter passion and fascination in his voice really stands out whenever he talks about these beautiful babies-

Like sure, David sounds happy when he talks about other sea animals, but with sharks? Whole nother level.

It’s one of his biggest quirks and my goodness do you just stand there taking in all his facts as he goes on a tangent about different types of shark species.

The light in his eyes as they trail over as they trail over a sand shark swimming by. He’ll also just stare at a leopard shark while smiling because he loves them.

After leaving the shark exhibit after spending 1 hour in there with your boyfriend, you two decide to go home- But first, y’all buying some things from the giftshop.

Webster will spoil you and will buy you anything you want in the aquarium gift shop.

Wallets beware, you’d also do the same for him.

There was this jellyfish theme hat you saw and you made David try it on- He looked so fucking stupid but like a cute kinda stupid.

You regret not buying it when you had the chance-

However- You two got shark plushies together. You got a tiger shark plushy and he gots a hammerhead.

You two absolutely love them and you could’ve sworn you could’ve just burst from happiness when he showed you the tiger shark plush he got for you.

You two also bought those chonky seal plushies because I mean... I mEAN- Just look at em, they’re stunning of course you and Web had to get em.

With a day well spent with your boyfriend you just wanted nothing more but to lay with David on your bed as you run your fingers through your hair.

So you two leave the aquarium building smiling and laughing. Webster leans in a gives you another soft kiss on your lips and you let out a giggle.

The two of you are noticeably happier, and you two head back to the car. The date ends with your hand in his and your four new plushies in tow.

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a/n: it’s been so long since I posted a fic or writing of any kind. unfortunately, i’ll have to put a hold on my pt 2 for the roe fic i made and im procrastinating by writing hcs kasjadjk. i decided to make these for some of the lovely people in my discord server. i hope y’all enjoyed these hcs with web!

i love you all very much, stay safe and i send yall another round of my good vibes 😩💕💕

#band of brothers #band of brothers x reader #david webster x reader #david webster #band of brothers headcanons #hbo war #hbo war x reader #david webster headcanons

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classyandroidandy · 4 years

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Imagine #3 : Waking Up In The World of Pokemon (Part One)

I low-key just thought of this and I legit made myself snort with the idea. I also am drop dead in LOVE with Pokemon, and I’ve been absolutely fawning over Professor Kukui!

Bitch is a snack and he knows it.

Also! He isn’t married in this, cause I ain’t writing about homewrecking, that’s not cool here. And this is kind of a slow burn, but I think it’s pretty solid myself. Just letting some creative energy flow before it’s all gone! This is really a part one that I might continue later if I feel good about its receival.

WARNINGS: Language, and a hawt professor.

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“I must be crazy...” I muttered, staring across the bluest ocean I’d ever seen. The summer sun warmed my cheeks and caused the rolling water to shimmer brightly. It was truly a beautiful day.

“I’m going absolutely crazy...” I whispered again, still staring. It really was a perfect day to be at the beach. However, the pokemon strolling casually across the sand, more than just a handful, were what had me at a loss for words. It wasn’t that they didn’t look majestic or cool, it was the fact that they. Didn’t. Exist.

I looked at my hands, wringing them nervously as I began to walk forwards and closer to the pokemon.

“Clearly this is just a dream. Just a lucid dream.” I mumbled, watching a litten lay across my path. For a dream, it was rather vivid.

I stopped walking to look at the small pokemon. It seemed tired and unbothered by my presence. I knelt down slowly, reaching a hand out to the cat-like creature. It lifted a lazy eyelid to look at me blearily. I smiled.

“Hey there, bud. Whatcha doin’?” I whispered. The litten laid patiently, allowing me to stroke its head gently. “I could use a partner right now. I’m not really sure what’s going on, but would you travel with me while I figure this out?”

The litten seemed to sigh, but stood nonetheless.

With precise agility and speed, the feline ran up my arm mid-stroke and draped itself across my shoulders, pressing its face into my neck as a rumbling pur resonated from its chest. The warm heat it gave off felt comforting, friendly, and I was all too happy to have a companion. I smiled, nuzzling my cheek against the feline.

“Thanks. I can’t thank you enough.” I cooed, marching along the beach with a new determination. “It’s much easier to face dream monsters with your own fire power. Uh, literally.” The feline yawned.

I couldn’t imagine why it was so willing to travel with me, but I knew it was a good sign. Perhaps a good omen, if I was lucky.

Which I guess I wasn’t.

As soon as I began to really recognize the Alolan setting, I was shoved harshly into the sand from behind, the other person grunting painfully as my litten landed, claws out, onto them. The sand burned against my skin, and the amount entering my nose and mouth was downright disgusting. I had never had so much grit in my teeth before. I sat up angrily, rubbing my bruised chin as I turned to look at my attacker, whom litten was still proudly scratching the shit out of.

“Agh! Stop! Stop, stop, stop! I’m sorry!” The person shouted, scrambling to pull the litten away from their clawed face. The deep voice that called out eased my nerves as I finally recognized the male. I felt my spirits lift at the confirmed sight of who it was.

“Professor Kukui!” I practically screeched while throwing my arms around the taller male as he finally pried my litten off of his face. I sighed, clinging to his warm body. “It’s so good to finally see a familiar face...” I whispered. Litten gradually clawed its way back to me, perching itself on my shoulder as I pulled away from the tan professor. He seemed confused as he rubbed the back of his head, staring down at me with a raised brow.

“Sure thing, but do I know you? I don’t believe I’ve seen you on the island before.” He inquired. I paused as I looked up at him.

“Uh, I’m... Not from here.” I responded slowly, insuring he understood what I was saying. The scientist laughed loudly as he flung an arm over my shoulders and began to walk me off the beach.

“Obviously not, cousin! You’re far too fair skinned to be from here, yeah!” He laughed, poking my arm as we marched away from the public beach. Litten huffed in annoyance before getting situated again on my shoulders. The pokemon sat facing the professor with a prominent glare.

“Hold on. What did you say?” I asked, looking at him with confusion. The professor stopped to look at me funny.

“I said you’re too fair skinned? Why? Is that offensive back where you’re from, cousin?” He questioned carefully. I stopped.

“Where are you taking me?” I inquired. Professor Kukui laughed and pointed down the path a ways.

“To my lab, obviously. We gotta get you situated, cousin! You look dazed!” He exclaimed while beginning to drag me forward again.

“Uh, Kukui. I don’t think you understand.” I stated. “I’m not from here. Like, from this world.” I pointed, staring at his face. I wanted to catch a reaction, but I saw none.

“Man, cousin, you must be sun sick. Better get you in the lab quickly so you don’t burn up.” He concluded, dragging me into the front door of his home. I let out an exasperated sigh my litten seemed to mimic. I quickly grabbed the pokemon and held it in front of me.

“You know I’m not from here?” I asked urgently. It rolled its eyes. “Holy shit, you really understand me then.” I breathed. The litten leaned forward to lick my nose before nodding.

“Wow. You been with that litten long, cousin?” Kukui questioned as he came through the door. I shook my head no at the question, still staring deep into the pokemons eyes.

A male.

“He’s a boy.” I whispered. The litten mrowed gently before climbing back onto my shoulders. I poorly suppressed a giggle as he rubbed his head against my jaw.

“It’s really taken a liking to ya, cou-”

“If you say cousin one more time, I’ll break your nose.” I threatened, stroking the top of the cats’ head. It had been awhile since I had played my pokemon games, let alone remembered how the Alolan professor talked. Kukui seemed to gulp at that response, putting his hands up in a mock surrender.

“Sorry, cou- er... What’s your name?” The male asked, walking into the living room. I followed slowly behind.

“(Y/n). I’m from a place far from here.” I answered, sitting on his couch.

“Like Kalos far?” Kukui inquired. I sighed in irritation.

“No. Farther. Another dimension far.” I grumbled. Kukui rubbed a hand down his chin.

“H... How did you know me then?” The professor urged.

“Pokemon exist in the sense that their fictional in my world.” I explained. “It’s a game, a show, fucking playing cards. But we don’t have them for real.”

The litten shifted slightly on my shoulders, becoming more restless as each second passed.

“Looks like its ready to battle with you!” Kukui yelled enthusiastically.

“Him.” I corrected. “Not it, him. And I’m gonna call him Ikaia.” I stated proudly. The pokemon meowed in approval before stretching and jumping off my shoulders.

“Well, I guess now’s as good as any time to battle. Wanna go catch and battle new pokemon?” Kukui asked excitedly. I smiled as I nodded at him. We both walked out of the house and into the thick forest behind. As we walked along, I couldn’t help but wonder how I could prove that I wasn’t from here. And why did everything seem to continue on as if I was?

Kukui was practically running down the path as we head deeper into the wooded area, watching closely for any signs of pokemon wandering nearby. I walked with care, Ikaia perched on my shoulder and looking for potential battle partners. As I went to let out a deep breath of fresh air, Kukui smacked me roughly in the chest as he pointed quickly at a moving pokemon.

“You’re at a type disadvantage, but it’s still a good catch!” Kukui whispered excitedly. I rolled my eyes playfully at his behavior.

“Welp, I guess it’d be good to figure out how to battle.” I muttered, standing and walking towards the pokemon. I was unable to identify it till now.

A noivern.

The large pokemon turned quickly, locking eyes with me. I let out a breath as I stared at it in absolute awe. It snorted as it turned its whole body towards me. I heard Kukui panickedly state it was preparing to fight.

“You’re so beautiful...” I whispered, reaching my hand out towards the creature. It looked at the appendage in surprise before leaning forward to breathe my scent.

“Wha...?” Kukui muttered behind me. The noivern stalked closer, breathing my scent more fully as it looked at me with hesitant curiosity. After a moment of simply watching each other, the noivern walked forward, pressing its forehead against mine. I brought my hands up, gently cupping its jaw as we embraced each other.

“You’re spectacular... Partner...” I whispered. The noivern grunted in response, nuzzling more into my neck as I laughed.

“That’s never... You’re amazing...” Kukui breathed, staring at me in awe.

I turned to him in confusion, stroking the soft fur of the wild bat. “Huh? This? I don’t think this is how it works, but they seem to really like me.” I shrugged as the noivern began to shove its head into my stomach, hoisting me above it as it fluttered its wings happily.

“No, I don’t think you understand, cousin. Pokemon, especially evolved wild, don’t ever do this. For anyone. You’re somethin’ else, cousin!” Kukui exclaimed, throwing his arms in the air. I let out an annoyed sigh. The noivern seemed to sense my displeasure and growled protectively, lifting me away from the dancing professor.

“It’s okay, Anuhea. He’s just crazy.” I laughed as the noivern lowered me back to the ground. “’Atta girl... May I capture you?” I mumbled, stroking the pokemons’ nose. She seemed to rumble in agreement, stepping back so I could approach the professor.

“Hmm?” Kukui paused, looking down at me. I smiled, brushing hair out of my face.

“Gotta pokeball I could use to capture this beauty?” I questioned. Kukui’s eyes lit up as he scrambled to pull a pokeball out of his shorts, yanking the small ball out of his lowest cargo pocket. I grabbed the ball, throwing a small wink as a thank you, and walked back to the waiting pokemon.

Kukui waited with baited breath as I hugged the majestic beast, Ikaia quickly following suit and accepting the fellow being. I pulled back, allowing the noivern to sniff the pokeball before stepping farther back and preparing to capture her. She bowed her head, resting her wings and preparing to be claimed. I let out a breath, tossing the pokeball gently towards her.

“I choose you. I hope you’ll choose me.” I breathed, watching as Anuhea became engulfed in a bright beam, swiftly disappearing into the pokeball. The small sphere landed on the ground, the button flashing for a moment. I walked forward, grabbing the ball and pressing my forehead to it. The button stopped flashing and the ball rumbled.

“That was spectacular, cousin!” Kukui cried, running over and picking me up in a tight hug, spinning me around enthusiastically. “I’ve never witnessed such a thing in my whole life! You caught a whole noivern! Without a fight! This is incredible, cousin!” The professor gushed. He turned his bright gaze to me, staring at me intently as he observed my features. “You were incredible...” He whispered, tucking my loose hair behind my ear. I felt an embarrassed blush cover my cheeks as I shoved him away, stomping back.

“Distance, pretty boy. I’m just doing what everyone else here does.” I muttered, rubbing my cheeks to cool them. Kukui shook his head as he walked closer, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder.

“No. Not everyone here does that. And I want to test it farther. Let’s go catch some more pokemon together, (Y/n).” He mumbled. I felt my cheeks warming farther at my name. I let out a forced laugh as I pushed him away slightly.

“You didn’t call me cousin that time.” I teased, struggling to not look into his deep chocolate eyes. Kukui laughed, pressing a lingering kiss to my cheek. I snapped my face to him, barely catching the teasing breath of his lips on mine as he pulled away with a smirk.

“Catch another crazy pokemon like that noivern and I’ll be giving you a whole new name, cousin.” Kukui laughed, walking back into the forest. I watched him walk for a moment, thinking about what he said.

“What the hell does that mean!?” I yelled, chasing after him. The male simply laughed in response, waving a hand to beckon me closer.

Guess I needed to find a new wild pokemon, and fast.

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Story of My Life

Louis and Jacqueline navigate the difficult struggles of a miscarriage and a stillbirth before their prayers for a healthy baby are answered.

AN: I kinda have to introduce this story a little bit, and it’s backstory. It was my way of processing emotions I was feeling this summer as I had to let my second bottle calf go to slaughter. Viktor was my first bottle calf and he was super special. I was legit his mom, and having to sell him forever changed me. I am not the same person I was before July 2018; I went through a lot of pain and grief after selling him, and two years down the road he still holds a massive piece of my heart. Jordan was my second, and he ended up getting sent to slaughter just this June, and I wrote Story of My Life as a way of working through the emotions that I found resurfacing from when Viktor was sold. It's definitely my favourite story, just because of how much of me is inside it; when I share it, it is kinda like opening up a bit of my heart and showing you all what I have gone through. It's so very personal and special to me, even though it is SUPER long at 7,029 words. So be prepared for some tears.

MASTERLIST

OC Used: Jacqueline, Abby

Warning(s): A couple swear words, miscarriage, stillbirth.

Word Count: 7,029

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February 2011

We sat together on the bathroom floor, counting down the seconds until we would see the results of the pregnancy test I held apprehensively in my hands.

"Are you sure about this, Jacqi? Maybe you're just late or something..." Louis murmured comfortingly as I quaked in his arms. I was so bloody terrified about being pregnant; if I even was pregnant.

"This is my second late period in a row, Lou." I whispered, just as the timer on my phone buzzed. I took a trembling breath, glancing over at Louis. He caught my eye and gave me a small grin.

"Ready to see, Love?" He asked softly, his voice vibrating with excitement. I glanced hesitantly at the stick.

"I don't know. What if I am pregnant Louis? What will we do? You just turned 19, and I'm 18, almost 19." I worried aloud, but Louis just nuzzled my hair.

"Let's worry about that after we learn if you really are pregnant, yeah Baby?" He asked, and I took a deep breath, calming myself.

"Yeah, yeah." I said softly, lifting my fingers off the window of the stick. As I saw the double pink line, my hand flew to cover my mouth. "Mon dieu..." I whispered, and Louis rested his chin on my shoulder, peering at it curiously.

"What does the double pink line mean, Jacqi?" He pressed, but I couldn't get any words to come out of my mouth. "Jacqueline?"

"I'm pregnant." I whispered, turning to bury my head in Louis' chest. "I'm pregnant Lou." I repeated, feeling tears prick at the back of my eyes.

Louis kissed my hair, rocking gently as he held me close. "I don't know if ah've ever been more excited, Love." He murmured excitedly, and I pulled away to look at him.

"Why are you excited? We've both only just reached adulthood, Lou. Now's not the time to be

having a baby..." I said worriedly, but Louis just gave me the most stunning smile I'd ever seen him wear as he leaned close to me.

"I'm excited 'cause we're having a baby." He said, leaning in to press his lips to mine for a quick kiss.

Late June 2011

I lay in the dark, my fingers intertwined with Louis' hand that was draped over my side as I was held secure in his embrace. The only sound was the soft breathing of Lou as he slept peacefully.

Then I felt it, the little stirrings of life within the small swell of my stomach. I froze, tentatively laying my free hand on my belly, feeling the tiny kicks. A huge grin appeared on my face, and I shook Louis.

"Lou, wake up!" I hissed, and he slowly opened his sea-green eyes, blinking sleepily at me as he propped himself up on an elbow.

"Love, if it's another one of those midnight cravings, go phone one of the other boys to go get it..." He grumbled, but I shook my head, still smiling.

"Louis, Viktor is kicking!" I said excitedly, and sleep suddenly fled from Louis' eyes as my words registered. He leaned over my body, his hand quickly finding its way to press gently on my stomach as we waited for the next flutter from our son.

When it came, Louis' face lit up with joy, and he let out a soft chuckle of wonderment. "There's really a little human being in there." He whispered, and I nodded.

"I know. It's so crazy to think that I'm actually carrying a baby." I murmured, scooting closer to him so I could lean back against his shirtless chest.

Louis brought his arm around to hold me close, his chin resting in the crook of my neck. "You're so beautiful, sweetheart. Have I told you that lately?" He asked quietly, and I snickered.

"Yeah, when we went to bed a couple hours ago." I said teasingly, making him huff in exasperation.

"It's true, Jacqi." He muttered, his lips brushing up against my cheek. "You're practically glowing, baby."

I moved both my hands down to cradle the small bulge that was our son, feeling each tiny little flutter and kick from him.

Louis placed his hands over mine, his large hands enveloping mine and hiding them beneath their warmth. We sat together for awhile, just sitting and feeling the kicking of our baby.

Mid-July 2011

I laid a hand on my abdomen, my brow furrowing at the pain that shot through my body like knives. My mind felt fuzzy as everything blurred in and out of focus. But I shook the dizzy sensation off, telling myself it was nothing.

"Everything alright, Jacqueline? You're a little pale." Liam asked, looking up from where he was messing with his mic. I gave him a smile, brushing off his comment.

"I'm fine, Liam, just going to use the toilet." I said, walking past him, and down the hallway to the ladies room.

I had intermittent spotting the past couple days, but it had increased significantly today, to the point where I felt like I was on my period. That, put together with the dizziness, mild fever and cramping, made me feel horrible.

But Louis had wanted me around while they were practicing in the studio today, so I humoured him and came along.

Sitting down on the seat, I changed my pad, and prepared to clean up before heading out of the stall. Then the most excruciating pain I had ever felt hit me. I felt like someone was squeezing my stomach, tightening it to agonizing levels. I couldn't do anything but clench my jaw, waiting for the pain to pass.

But it kept coming, in horrible, excruciating waves. I couldn't muster the breath to speak, to do anything but sit on the seat and gasp.

Then a really bad pain hit and I doubled over, gasping for breath as I clutched at my stomach. A horrible realization hit me, and tears began to stream down my face. "No, not the baby." I whispered, my breath catching in my throat as another contraction clenched me in its jaws.

"Jacqueline? Is everything alright? You've been in here for a little while." Liam's voice called hesitantly through the door of the toilet, knocking me out of my daze. As the contraction receded, I took in a breath of air.

"Liam, get Louis!" I called, my voice tight and trembling as I felt pain seize me again. "Please get Louis!" I almost screamed, panic overloading my nerves.

The next thing I knew, the door was opening, and I heard footsteps as someone walked quickly into the toilets. "Jacqueline? What's wrong, Baby?" I heard Louis call through my tears, his voice worried.

"Lou," I whispered, my voice breaking as a sob caught in my throat. Louis' footsteps hurried over to the stall I was in, and he stopped outside the door.

"Baby? What's wrong?" He asked, his voice taking on a panicky edge. "Why did you call me into the girl's toilets?"

I could vaguely hear the other boys outside the toilets, but promptly forgot about them as pain washed over me again, a whimper leaving my lips as my body tensed while I took shaking breaths. "Louis," I cried softly, and Louis rattled the stall door gently.

"Hey, I don't know what's going on, Baby. Can you unlock the stall door?" He asked softly, trying to hide the obvious panic he was feeling.

I stretched out a shaking hand to unlock the door, and he pushed it open, coming inside and closing it behind him as he knelt before me. "What is it?" He asked again, his voice soft.

Looking through tear-blurred eyes, I stared into his sea green ones, my bottom lip trembling as I felt the invisible hand tighten around my stomach again. "Louis, I think I'm miscarrying..." I whispered, and Louis eyes widened.

Then he caught sight of the crimson stain the water in the toilet bowl had taken on. "This isn't a joke then?" He asked softly, his eyes filling with tears as I shook my head.

"No, Lou. We're losing our little Viktor..." I sniffled, leaning forward to bury my face into his neck.

"Louis?" I could hear Harry call through the door, "what's going on?"

"Jacqueline thinks she's miscarrying..." Louis answered softly, and the voices instantly grew silent, fading away as his words registered.

Turning his attention back to me, Louis rubbed my back, his body shaking with sobs as we cried together. And he held me tight as our son was born, his tiny body limp and motionless. He was so tiny and perfect, his little face peaceful. But not one breath ever lifted his small chest.

When the ambulance came, I was still inconsolable, my body heaving with grief-stricken sobs over the loss of our son.

The EMTs wrapped his little body in a blanket, and one sympathetic woman offered to let me hold him. But I shook my head, curling closer against Louis' comforting presence. I couldn't process anything right now. "Louis..." I whispered hoarsely, and he hushed me.

"I know, Baby. I know. But I'm right here, we can get through this together, alright?" He murmured gently, rubbing circles on my back. "It'll be okay, Baby."

October 2011

"Hey, Love, I'm gonna need ya to slow down a bit. I can't understand what you're saying." Louis said, his voice distorted slightly through the phone as he watched me curiously.

I took a deep breath, looking down at the pregnancy test I held in my hand. Double pink lines were present in the window. "Louis, I'm pregnant again." I said, a smile pulling at my lips as I clutched the stick tight in my hand.

"Am I hearing you right, Baby? Did you say you're pregnant?" Louis called, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as I nodded to him.

"Yeah, I said I'm pregnant!" I said excitedly, waving the stick for him to see. "We're going to have another little baby!"

At my words, we both sobered slightly, thinking of the child I had miscarried three months prior. A son that we had grown to love so dearly, even before he was born.

Louis sensed the melancholy shift in my mood, and he called my name softly. "Jacqueline, it'll be alright this time around. Everything is going to be fine!" He said, smiling reassuringly.

I nodded silently, the smile reappearing on my face as I looked at him. "Yeah, everything is going to be perfect." I said quietly, making Louis grin.

"Absolutely, Love!" He chuckled, but then his expression turned solemn again. "I just wish I was there with you right now, Baby. But I got all this tour stuff to deal with." He scowled, his face crinkling up as he did so.

I pushed out my bottom lip in a pout. "Poor baby." I said sarcastically, and Louis wavered on the line between laughter and keeping his face solemn for a moment before he shook his head, laughing.

"You always know how to cheer me up, Etoile. I've gotta go now, but I'll talk with you again tonight, alright Babes?" He said, and I nodded, waving at him before exiting the video call.

Late April-Early May 2012

I fidgeted uncomfortably on the plushy red seating of the couch in the boys' tour bus. My hand absentmindedly stroked at my swollen stomach, trying to soothe the active child within my body.

Louis approached me, a large bowl held in his hands. "Here's your ice cream, Love." He said, handing me the absolutely loaded bowl of vanilla ice cream that was dripping with chocolate syrup, chocolate fudge, and cheddar cheese.

A huge grin spread across my face as I struggled to heave myself into a sitting position so I could grab the massive bowl. It was my latest craving, and everyone had gone rather pale when I had asked for someone to make it; and Louis, being my boyfriend and father of the child I was currently carrying, was naturally voted into making it for me.

But back to my struggling form. For the life of me, I couldn't move my bulk forward, my swollen stomach preventing me from sitting up without a fight. The scene made Louis chuckle, a smirk tugging at his lips.

"Need some help there, Jacqi?" He asked, setting the bowl of ice cream aside as he reached out his hands to grab mine.

I shot him a dirty look, which stopped him in his tracks. "No, I don't need help. I can do it myself." I muttered, majorly offended by his words and actions.

Louis backed off slightly, his gaze questioning. "Are you sure, Love?" He asked hesitantly, and I nodded, trying again to push myself upwards.

But my motivation quickly ran out as Jordan kicked and rolled within the confines of my stomach. Defeated, I sank back, my lips pulled down into a pout as I reached my hands up to Louis. "Help me..." I whined grumpily, and Louis sighed, already used to these sorts of outbursts.

"I've got you, Love." He murmured, his cold hands grasping mine as he pulled me upright, sea-green eyes sparkling as he watched me settle myself on the cushions.

Snatching up the overflowing bowl, I eagerly dug in, the chocolate, cheese, and ice cream combo melting deliciously over my tongue.

Eyes closing in contented bliss, I let out a satisfied hum. It was everything I could have dreamed of, when the craving had first come to me. Who knew cheese tasted so good with ice cream and chocolate?

"Taste good?" Louis asked suddenly, his tone hesitant. At the sound of his words, I slowly opened my eyes to stare at him.

"Amazing." I mumbled through my full mouth, making Louis grin apprehensively. As I shoveled another spoonful of the cheese-covered ice cream into my mouth, a grimace flitted across his face, making me giggle through the ice cream.

"How in the bloody world do ya eat tha' stuff?" Louis asked, his voice betraying the utter disgust he felt. I shrugged, choosing to ignore the question and continue eating. But Louis apparently wouldn't let me eat in peace, since he interrupted me again.

"Is this your doing, or Jordan's?" He asked, taking a seat beside me on the couch. I gave him an sidelong glance, unimpressed with his continued questions.

"Did I ever have cravings like this when I wasn't pregnant?" I asked in a nonplussed voice, my expression bored. He was interrupting my consumption of food, which irked me!

He chuckled, his gaze falling to his lap for a moment. "No, so I suppose it is Jordan's doing, eh?" He said, but I ignored him, finishing up the last bits of cheesy ice cream that still lurked at the bottom of the bowl.

Jordan was finally still, letting me enjoy some peace without him using my bladder as a drum, which he had become increasingly fond of doing the older he got. I could hardly wait until I could hold him in my arms, to see him for the first time.

June 2012

I paced anxiously behind stage, propping my hands on my hips as I took deep breaths, hoping that the boys would finish the concert soon. My water had broken about an hour ago, and the contractions were coming quite rapidly now.

They weren't close enough together for me to warrant going out and interrupting their show so I could head to the hospital, but I was getting a little concerned by now. I didn't want a repeat of my miscarriage in the studio with this baby.

But then the music stopped, and I could hear the boys tell everyone good night and to stay safe before they headed offstage. I breathed a sigh of relief, rubbing my stomach as it tightened with a contraction. "Just hold on, Jordan. Lou will be here in a minute." I murmured softly, watching as the boys entered the backstage lounge.

They laughed and joked among themselves, but Louis instantly clocked my location in the room and jogged over to me, a grin lighting up his face. "How's my beautiful Etoile?" He asked, grabbing my forearms and squeezing gently.

I smiled up at him, continuing my circular motions on my stomach. "I'm ready to have this baby." I said truthfully, making him chuckle softly. Then I sobered, the smile fading from my face slightly. "Lou, my water broke about an hour ago." I said quietly, and Louis' eyes widened in surprise.

"Why didn't you come and get me, Baby? Are you ready to head out to the hospital?" He asked, and I nodded. I'd brought my hospital bag with me to each concert, just in case I might need it.

Louis then led me out towards the parking lot, his eyes watching me with concern as a contraction roughly squeezed my stomach. The rest of the boys were too busy talking among themselves to notice we had left, which was okay with me. I was ready to get to the hospital to make sure everything was progressing normally.

Louis threw my hospital bag into the boot of the car and helped me into the passenger side. Then he sprinted around to the driver's side and got in, starting the car and driving off. "How close are the contractions?" He asked, taking his eyes off the road for a second to look at me.

I took a moment to breathe through a contraction, leaning my head back on the headrest as I closed my eyes. "I don't know, maybe four minutes apart? Something like that..." I answered, my voice quiet.

Louis' phone dinged, and he glanced down at the screen. A soft chuckle left his lips as he saw

the text. "The boys are wondering where we went." He said, making me smile. They'd catch on quick to the fact that Jordan was on his way, and would be ecstatic to finally hold him once he was born.

Another ding made me open my eyes, looking down at his phone. This time it was Liam.

Tell Jacqueline she's gonna do great. We'll all be waiting up for the facetime, mate.

I laughed softly, the anxiety that had started to creep into my mind backing off for a moment; until I gritted my teeth, the laughter vanishing as I contracted again. "Louis, it hurts." I whispered, and Louis reached his hand out, grabbing mine in a comforting grip.

"I know, Baby. It'll all be over in a couple hours though, and we'll finally be able to hold Jordan and see him." He said, and I nodded. "Just imagine, we'll finally be parents." Louis whispered, his voice excited.

"I can't wait." I whispered, smiling widely at the thought of holding our little son.

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Time flew by as we arrived at the hospital and got me checked in. The next thing I knew, I was settled into a hospital bed, with Louis holding my hand as I panted through a contraction.

"Deep breaths, Love. You've got this." Louis soothed, his free hand rubbing circles on my back as I let out a moan, the pain spiking dramatically as the contraction reached its peak.

The midwife checked me over again, smiling excitedly. "Are you ready to meet your baby, Ms. Bonett?" She asked, and I nodded wearily, excitement drowning out the aches and pains.

She quickly called another midwife and the doctor, and they prepared everything they needed for the baby. Then the midwife gave me a big smile. "Alright, Ms. Bonett, give me a big push now with the next contraction."

Louis squeezed my hand gently as I began pushing, a groan escaping my lips as my nerves crackled with pain. "Big pushes, Jacqueline. You got this." He encouraged, and I nodded once before baring down again, crying out.

"There's the head!" The midwife said, and I pushed again, feeling the pain grow and expand around my body as the baby was born. "One more big push, and then you'll have your baby!"

I gasped for breath, rallying enough energy for one last push, my body relaxing against the pillows as I closed my eyes, waiting for the first cry of our son.

But it never came. Silence spread throughout the room, and frantic whispers emanated from the huddle of people around our baby.

I glanced worriedly over at Louis, and he tried to smile reassuringly. "I'm sure it's fine, Jacqi. Jordan will be okay." He whispered, but I couldn't believe it, no matter how hard I wanted to. Not after last time.

One of the nurse broke away from the huddle, and I could tell from her sympathetic expression that my worst fears had come true.

She came over to my bedside, and took my hand, smiling sadly. "Ms. Bonett, I'm so sorry..." She started, and I let out a heartbroken whimper, tears welling in my eyes as I looked at her. "Your son didn't make it. The cord was wrapped around his neck. I'm so sorry." She said softly, but I turned away from her, burying my face in Louis' chest.

"Lou..." I cried softly against the soft fabric of his shirt, my body heaving with heartbroken sobs. It was too much to bear, the loss of a second child we had wanted so much.

Louis wrapped his arms around me, holding me close as his body began to shake with sobs. "I know, Baby, we wanted him so much." He whispered into my hair, his voice choked with tears.

"Would you like to hold him?" The same nurse who'd broken the horrible news to me asked, a little bundle held in her arms.

Unable to pass up the chance to hold our son, I slowly turned away from Louis, holding out my arms to hold the limp body of our son. He had soft black hair, and he was perfectly formed, with ten little fingers and ten little toes. It looked like he was just asleep, and would wake any second to look up at us.

But he never did. There was no breath lifting his chest, no rapid heartbeat beneath his ribcage. Just silence.

I held him close, etching his face into my mind as I stroked the black fluzz covering his head. "Jordan Louis Tomlinson." I whispered, and I glanced over at Louis, who was wiping at the tears streaming down his face. "That's what he would have been named."

He nodded sadly, reaching out his hand to caress Jordan's cheek before pulling back and wrapping that arm around me in silent comfort. "I'm not sure I want to facetime the boys right now," he said quietly.

We sat in silence for another few minutes, before the nurse came to take Jordan away. Then I turned back to curl against Louis, seeking some form of comfort as the tears returned anew. "This hurts worse than giving birth to him." I whispered through the sobs wracking my body. "So much more."

December 2013

We sat together on the couch, a photo album spread across Louis' and I's laps. Inside it were numerous ultrasound photos, and snapshots of me, lifting my shirt up to reveal the growth of my stomach on a monthly basis. Each one brought back far too many memories, each with their own emotions.

Viktor's ultrasounds brought pain, a sadness that I had never got to hold him, to carry him to term. A feeling of guilt that still lingered. Maybe if I had done something different during my pregnancy, I wouldn't have lost him. I would be holding him on my lap, and we'd have pictures of him decorating our house. There were a lot of what-ifs surrounding him.

Then there were Jordan's ultrasounds, far more of them, compared to Viktor. There was some happy memories mixed in with them, but they still held one of the worst kinds of pain. The pain of giving birth to a baby, but it not making it.

All of it just made me wonder if there was something wrong with me; that I somehow caused the deaths of our sons. But whenever I voiced these fears, Louis got this serious look on his face, sitting me down and telling me that it had never been my fault; that I'd done nothing wrong.

Then we reached a newer part of the album, with ultrasounds dating back to only a few weeks ago. They brought a smile to my face, a hand caressing the small bump underneath my shirt.

"Louis, when do you think we should tell the other boys?" I asked quietly, looking over at Louis as he traced the outline of the baby within the ultrasound.

At the sound of my voice, he glanced up, rolling his bottom lip between his teeth. "I mean, it's not like I can hide it much longer." I continued before he could speak, fiddling with the ring on the index finger of my right hand.

Seeing the nervous motion, Louis reached his hand out to hold mine, gently rubbing his fingers over my knuckles. "Love, the boys already figured it out. When you wouldn't even go near the wine at last week's party..." His voice trailed off meaningfully.

"Then why didn't they say anything, Lou? I expected them to make a big deal out of it." I said, confused about their lack of action.

A sad smile crossed Louis' face as his sea green eyes flitted across my face. "They didn't know how we felt about this pregnancy since we lost Viktor and Jordan." He said, and I nodded thoughtfully.

"I can see why they wouldn't want to make a huge deal out of it, then." I answered, leaning close to Louis and laying my head on his shoulder. "Especially because of last time." I murmured, looking up at Louis as he stared down at me.

"Yeah, Jacqi. But this time is going to be different. I can just feel it." He said quietly, closing the photo album and setting it aside as he leaned down to kiss me. "Besides, this is has been one of my favourite Christmas gifts."

I pulled away from him indignantly. "Oh really? How is it your favourite when I told you two months ago that I was pregnant?" I asked him, my eyebrow raised in curiosity.

Louis shrugged. "Fine then. It's my favourite early birthday present." He said, closing the distance between us as he tried to kiss me again. This time I let him, my fingers coming to tangle into his messy hair as he tucked me close against his chest.

February 2014

I reclined on the hospital table, pulling my shirt up and over my swollen stomach so that the nurse could spread the gel across it.

"Are you both excited to learn what you're having?" She asked, smiling widely as she turned the ultrasound machine on and pressing the sensor down onto my stomach.

Instantly, I could hear the loud thumping of the baby's heartbeat through the monitor. A grin spread across both my and Louis' faces as we heard the comforting noise.

The nurse moved the sensor around, checking to make sure the baby was healthy and developing normally.

"Can you tell what it is?" I asked as the nurse maintained a prolonged silence. I could feel a cold anxiety begin to envelope me as my mind began to entertain horrible thoughts. Maybe something was wrong with the baby; that it wasn't developing right, or had some abnormality.

Louis squeezed my hand gently, trying to reassure me. "Is something wrong?" He asked, and the nurse finally turned towards us, and I was slightly relieved to see that she was still smiling.

"No, nothing's wrong. The baby is perfectly healthy and is developing normally." She said, turning the sensor off and putting it away. "But," the word struck terror into my heart, "I'm unable to tell if the baby is a boy or girl. It's not sitting in the right position."

I let out the breath I'd been holding unconsciously, feeling relief spread throughout my body. My grip on Louis' hand eased up as I sighed. I was all too ready to jump to conclusions with this pregnancy.

"That's fine. We'll just wait in suspense." I said, and to my ears, the relief I felt was evident in my voice.

The nurse nodded, and finished wiping all the gel off my stomach before motioning that it was okay for me to get up.

Sliding off the table, I pulled my shirt back down to its normal position, taking Louis' hand again as his shoulders brushed up against me. "Ready to go, Love?" He asked, grinning down at me.

"Yeah, Lou. I'm sure the boys are already waiting for us at the cafe. Do you think they'll be disappointed that they won't know the gender?" I asked, and Louis just chuckled, swinging our intertwined hands between us as we walked.

"Probably more impatient that disappointed, Jacq. They'll never be able to wait another three months before finding out if they'll have a little niece or nephew..." He laughed, and his words made me giggle at the thought.

"That's true. None of them are known for their patience." I said, spotting the cafe ahead of us, and walking a little faster. "Let's make sure none of them are going to come looking for us."

May 2014

As I felt my water break, my face contorted into a grimace. I had prayed that the contractions were just Braxton Hicks, and not the real thing. But of course, the baby had decided that it needed to arrive today, right now.

Fidgeting in my seat, I bit my lip, debating on telling Louis now or later once we arrived at the hotel we were staying at for the night.

But the dark stain rapidly spreading across the crotch of my pants was enough motivation to say something before anyone else noticed it. I tapped Louis' shoulder, making him turn away from the conversation he was immersed in.

"Need something, Jacqueline?" He asked with a smile, his face lit up with happiness. I didn't want to see it dim.

"Louis, my water broke." I hissed, leaning close to whisper into his ear. I was quite impressed at how well he handled the news, his gaze switching from happy to slightly concerned in an instant.

"You want to get the boys dropped off first, then head to the hospital?" He asked quietly, slipping his hand into mine in a silent show of support.

"Jacqueline? Did you spill something tonight at the concert? You've got a wet spot on your crotch there." Harry pointed out, and I stared hard at Louis, taking a deep breath as I felt a contraction ripple across my stomach.

"She didn't spill anything, it wasn't wet a second ago--oh, OH." Niall started, then the information clicked and he stared nervously at me. "Jacqueline? You okay?" He asked, and I sighed.

"I'm fine." I murmured softly, rubbing my swollen stomach as another contraction washed over me.

"Mind if we take a little detour on the way to the hotel, mates?" Louis asked, and if any of the boys had been unsure about Niall's reaction, they figured it out now.

Each of them shook their head, being sure to keep an eye on me like I was going to give birth to the baby any second.

"No, Louis. If Jacqueline is ready to go to the hospital, we don't mind." Liam said, and I breathed a sigh of relief as Louis called up to the driver to head to the hospital before the hotel. I felt like my labour was progressing faster than the last one, which made sense because this was my third pregnancy.

Louis glanced over at me, his brow furrowed within concern as he watched me take a deep breath, my hand fisting the fabric of my shirt for a moment as a contraction seized me. "We'll be there soon, Baby." He murmured, stretching out a hand to rub my back.

"You'll do great, Jacqueline." Harry murmured from beside me, his green eyes gentle as he patted my knee. Then he smirked slightly, eyes twinkling. "Just make sure that I get to hold my little niece or nephew first once we can visit." He said, winking.

The small action had me smiling too, and I relaxed a little, focusing on taking deep breaths, letting each contraction wash over me.

Then we were at the hospital, and Louis hurried me out of the car towards the doors, assuring the boys that we would facetime them the moment we were able to.

~~~~~~

"Deep breaths, Ms. Bonett." The nurse soothed as I groaned, squeezing Louis' hand in a death grip as I pushed through the contraction. "Just a few more pushes, then baby will be out."

My chest heaved as I gasped for breath, a sharp cry fleeing my lips as I bore down again, my body trembling with my efforts.

Sweaty strands of hair fell into my face, and Louis gently brushed them away, his hand cool against my perspiring face. I'd spent hours in this bed, waiting for the baby to arrive.

"You're doing so good, Baby." Louis murmured as I took a short breather before pushing again. Pain flared around me, and I whimpered, body tense as I pushed with all the strength I owned.

Then it all vanished, all the pain; only to be replaced by utter terror as I waited for the first cry of our baby.

It came, loud and clear through the room. The most beautiful thing I had ever heard in my entire life. My head fell back against the pillows of the hospital bed as I began to cry tears of relief.

"It's a girl!" One of the nurses called, and I smiled widely, looking over at Louis who had a grin so wide I thought his face would crack. Feeling my eyes on him, he glanced down at me, his eyes shining.

Then he leaned down to press a kiss to my sweaty temple. "You did it, beautiful. We've got a baby girl." He murmured against my skin, pulling away as the nurse approached with a little bundle in her arms.

"Here's the little princess..." She said, smiling at me as she placed it in my arms. Then she stepped away to let us have a moment with our baby girl.

As I looked down at the perfect little creation lying in my arms, the tears fell harder, streaming down my face as I held her close.

Louis settled his chin on my shoulder, his hand caressing the brown strands of hair on the top of her head. "Our little princess." He whispered, his voice husky with unshed tears.

"Yeah." I murmured, pressing a kiss to our baby's little head as she squirmed in my arms, her eyes opening to reveal beautiful blue orbs. "Hey, little angel. Mommy's waited so long to hold you." I whispered to her, sniffing slightly.

"Do you still like the name we decided on for a girl?" Louis asked, and I nodded, not taking my eyes away from the baby.

"I think Abby Hope Tomlinson fits her perfectly." I said, looking up at him with a smile. "Our little Abby."

Louis chuckled, leaning in to kiss me. I could feel all my fears melt away as he did so, relieved that our baby was okay. That Abby was here and breathing.

"Ready to facetime the boys?" Louis asked softly, and I grinned.

"They'll be so excited. Harry told me he wanted a niece, so he'll be so happy." I said, motioning for Louis to start the call.

He did so, and within moments, all the boys were crowding around the screen, anxious to hear what Louis would say.

"So, how'd it go, mate?" Harry asked, and Louis beamed, moving so that they could see me.

"It's a girl!" Louis announced, and I could hear the whoops of excitement the boys let out in celebration. "Meet Abby Hope Tomlinson."

"How you feeling, Jacqueline?" Niall asked, grinning widely. I laughed, brushing the hair out of my face before I answered.

"Tired, but excited. I'm glad that Abby arrived safely." I said, cradling Abby closer to me as she slept. Watching her fondly, I ran a finger along her cheek, marveling at the softness of her skin.

She was so beautiful, and the answer to my prayers. I had waited three years to finally hold my baby, to have them blink up at me with their curious eyes, to not have to worry about losing them anymore.

I looked up as Louis wrapped an arm around my shoulders. His phone had disappeared back into his pocket, and he had ended the facetime.

"She's finally here, and yet I still can't believe it." He murmured, and I nodded in response.

"I know. It feels like a huge weight has been taken off my shoulders, now that she's here." I said, leaned up against him wearily. "But I still wish Viktor and Jordan were here today." I whispered, feeling tears prick the backs of my eyes as their memories resurfaced.

Louis made a soothing noise against my hair, his grip tightening for a moment. "I miss them too, Love. But we won't forget them, will we?"

I took a shuddering breath, looking back down at Abby. "Never."

~~~~~

The next morning, as soon as I had gotten myself presentable, the boys invaded the hospital room, anxious to see their little niece.

Harry was first in line as they all crowded around my hospital bed, smiles lighting up their faces as they looked at Abby.

"Remember your promise?" Harry joked, stretching his arms out towards Abby. "I get to hold her first."

I laughed, gently shifting Abby from my arms to his, watching to make sure he held her correctly. But to my surprise, he didn't need any corrections and held her like he was a natural with babies.

"Hey there, angel-eyes." He cooed softly, rocking her gently as he stroked her cheek with a finger. "Uncle Harry is going to spoil you rotten." He said, and I smothered a grin. They all would spoil her rotten.

The rest of the boys began to get impatient as Harry continued to hold her, showing no signs of passing her on.

Finally, Niall spoke up. "Harry, mate, let me have a turn holding her." He said, and Harry reluctantly transferred Abby to Niall's arms.

Niall beamed as she was settled, his face full of wonder. "Come here, Princess." He murmured, shifting her in his grip.

"Looks like we'll have to fight to have our fair share of time with our daughter." Louis chuckled to me, a cheeky smirk on his face as we watched the boys squabble quietly over who got to hold Abby next.

I nodded in agreement. "Yeah, my guess is that it's going to be all I can do just to feed her!" I laughed, tossing my head as Louis tucked a wayward strand of hair back where it belonged.

"Maybe they'll even change her for us, and do midnight duties so we can have more time alone together..." He muttered quietly, his warm breath caressing my cheek as he leaned in to nuzzle the crook of my neck.

I batted him away, unable to help the scoff that rose in my throat. "I doubt they'll do that, Lou. They're teenage boys."

Epilogue: July 2014

A sharp cry in the middle of the night woke me from my sound sleep, and I rolled over, groaning as I prepared to go take care of Abby.

"I'll take care of her, Love. You just go back to bed." Louis murmured, pulling me back down onto the mattress as it dipped underneath his weight. I watched through bleary eyes as he crossed the room, disappearing through the door as he headed towards the nursery.

When Abby had first been born, I thought everything would be sparkles and rainbows. I'd been so caught up in the happiness and relief that she was alive and healthy, that I hadn't thought of the future. The first few days after we brought her home, she slept pretty consistently.

But that quickly changed for the worst. Within a week, both Louis and I had purple bags under our eyes, and functioned more or less like the walking dead. If we sat down for even a moment, we were in danger of falling asleep. That was the price we paid for staying up all night, dealing with a crying baby.

Tonight was no different, but at least this time Lou was willing to help me out a little, especially since he was on tour. Yawning, I closed my eyes, feeling myself drift back to sleep as Abby's cries faded away. She was always so good with Louis. Definitely a Daddy's girl, I thought before I fell asleep.

Louis' return to bed woke me back up, since I had become a light sleeper after Abby's birth. His weight made the mattress groan quietly as he climbed back under the covers, throwing his arm over my body and gently pulling me close to him. "You asleep?" He murmured quietly, and I opened my eyes in answer.

"No, you know I'm a light sleeper, Lou." I mumbled, still feeling half asleep. "Abby go back to bed for you?" I asked, snuggling closer to his shirtless chest.

Louis pressed a kiss to the top of my head, a quiet sigh emanating from him as he shifted positions. "Just a nightmare or something of the like." He said quietly, and I hummed an answer.

"Good."

Louis chuckled. "You're going to be exhausted in the morning if you don't get some more sleep, Love." He murmured, burying his face in my hair. I didn't respond, as I was rapidly falling back into the chasm of sleep, relaxed by his presence.

The last thing I heard as I dove into the chasm was Louis' whispered words. "Night, Etoile."

#louis x oc #louis tomlinson x oc #louis #louis tomlinson #one direction oc #one direction #1D #modern #angst #miscarriage #stillbirth #fanfic #fanfiction

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ambered-glazed-sheep · 4 years

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Please do go on about Doomslayer and his morals. I'm legit fascinated by him since starting the let's play I'm watching and I'd love to hear your take on him (I know literally nothing about the Doom franchise other than lots of blood and violence against demons and also badass music)

You know, a year ago when my friends asked me 'hey do you wanna play minecraft' and i said 'yeah sure' i would have never thought i would one day have a minecraft sideblog where i get questions about the personality of the main character of a shooter fps game (of all things!) that is known for its incredible violence.

But here you go:

(prepare yourself this has gotten way longer than i thought oh god, and also it has nothing to do with hermits whatsoever. warnings for language and descriptions of violence? and i assume the readmore won’t be working the way i want it to)

Ok so, Doom!

First of all, i know nothing about the old games, and i’ve only seen a minimal amount of Doom Eternal Letsplays. Most of this is based on Doom (2016).

Ok so we all start out thinking Doomguy! It’s the guy you play in Doom. The hand that hold the gun YOU are shooting demons with. And sure, you can go trough the whole game with that mindset, but that’s boring and we are overthinking fictional characters in this house.

ID software actually managed to give Doomguy/Doomslayer a TON of personality despite him never saying a word, barely any cutscenes to show what he does when you don’t control him (at least in Doom 2016), and not a lot of other characters to interact with despite enemy monsters.

The game just leaves you little hints and snippets and that’s what makes Doomslayer so exciting to think about. Just the right levels between ‘cryptid half-god who never shows emotion and is a player-insert’ and ‘this dude’s got an AGENDA. he has PLACES TO BE’. You are him as you play, but sometimes he makes decisions on his own. But personally, i could never find myself to disagree.

First, you got the intro sequence.

You got a unknown voice telling you:

“They are rage. Brutal, without mercy. But you. You will be worse. Rip and Tear, until it is done.”

First of all, YO. WOW. HOLY SHIT.

The scene immediately shifts to Doomslayer waking up. He’s naked, he’s chained down somewhere, theresa SHIT TON of scars littering his arms and hands. First thing HE does, on his own behalf, is ripping off the chains by flexing a little (literal iron chains!!!), smashing a zombies head against the sarcophagus he lays in and completely obliterating said head into a bit of blood (mind you, three seconds after he woke up from a thousands of years long coma!! but we only learn that later), and then promptly gets up, picks up a pistol, and now it’s your, the players turn. This takes like 8 seconds in total. This man means BUSINESS. That’s the first thing we learn.

Second thing that strikes me is the interactions with Samuel Hayden.

Doomslayer is patient when a computer voice tells him the status of the base. He is patient as he looks at the screens to see what is going on. (a demonic invasion, thats what). But then dear Dr. Samuel Hayden calls.

Dr. Hayden says “Hi, i’m the boss here, i’m sure we can work together in a way that benefits us both uwu”. Doomslayer immediately grabs the PC screen and pushes it aside. His gesture says, i’m done with this. im sick of this dude. this guy is full of shit. And he’s right! And that after barely hearing two sentences from Hayden!

So the second thing we learn is that he has no time for people trying to exploit him. He hears Hayden, he has a gut feeling that this dude is a little fishy, maybe he just plain doesnt like higher ups and heads of facilities. But we learn that he IS. NOT. going to listen to this man, and his body language makes that very clear without being actually violent against the person (he doesnt destroy the Screen either! just pushes it aside very annoyed. He isn’t mindlessly destroying property here.)

This continues.

Hayden goes ‘hey maybe don’t destroy that energy source!’ in the few seconds you dont control him, Doomslayer listens. He hesitates. He considers. Then he destroys the thing anyways. Hayden keeps telling him to stop, but Doomslayer doesnt listen. He’s got his own mind!

This was mostly about Haydens Company, the UAC, harvesting hell energy, and hurting people in the process.

There’s a scene where Doomslayer rides an elevator. Hayden, over the comms, tells him that everyone that has died in the demon attack was a nacessary sacrifice that will bring a new future or some shit like that. the camera pans down to show some poor sods corpse at those very words. Doomslayer cracks his knuckles. he is NOT HAPPY about that, so we know he doesnt like it when human lifes are sacrificed. He destroys the communicator, so he doesnt have to listen to Haydens voice telling him lies and trying to sway him anymore.

(then he takes out his shotgun, the doors open, metal starts playing and the doom logo is shown, but that’s more about making the player feel epic than showing doomslayers personality,,)

Now i would like to talk about VEGA, the AI that controls the mars facility.

VEGA occasionally talks to us/the Slayer. He is very straightforward, tells us what to do and why to do it, and is generally very polite. In the story, Doomslayer listens to Vega.

Now why does he listen to VEGA but not Hayden?

I think it’s because Hayden tries to get him to do things that just benefit him, and Hayden is very manipulative in his words (or tries to be lol), while Vega just says (if you destroy this thing, that door will open. I think Doomslayer appreciates it when people are honest to him.

And in the end, Doomslayer on his own decides to save a backup of VEGA. VEGA didn’t ask him to, Doomslayer did that on his own. It’s not relevant to his mission, he doesnt need VEGA to go to hell to close portals and whatnot. But he does save him. Why? I think it’s because he cares. Because he’s come to like VEGA. Because Vega didn’t try to manipulate him and screw him over.

Next up is the Slayers Testament.

These are a bunch of writings/recordings that you find scattered in the hell levels. (i highly recommend listening to them/reading them, they are metal as fuck and give me such an immense feeling of power bc they are talking about me, the doomslayer)

These testaments were written by demons. They were genuinely afraid of the slayer.

Quote:

Unbreakable, incorruptible, unyielding, the Doom Slayer sought to end the dominion of the dark realm.

As said, i don’t think these are purely talking about his physical strength. They are talking about his... well, mentality. His Codex. They see him as an unstoppable force. He is incorruptible. Let that sink in. Man walks trough hordes of demons and at no point ever thinks ‘yeah maybe this is a bit much’ or ‘they just keep coming this is pointless’. No. He’s unyielding. (Can you tell how much i love the words in these testaments? It’s just got such a nice ring to it.)

In battle, the Doomslayer is BRUTAL. He tears apart demons, rips their eyes out, all that. He stomps on heads like they’re water balloons and isn’t fazed at all. Nothing stops this man. (except players like me who fall off the map 5 consecutive times, but lets just imagine the doomslayer is actually like he would be if someone played the game perfectly. player skill shouldn’t be considered in my headcanons jahdjhgd) One could even argue he has fun at this, because there are some animations like ripping off a zombies arm and beating the Zombie with it, or feeding a demon it’s own heart.

I feel like that says a lot about his personality as well!

He doesn’t hesitate. He doesn’t doubt himself. He doesn’t question his cause! He fights to get rid of the demons, not just the ones in his way, but every. demon. He will go out of his way to kill more demons. You could either take this as him having fun, or him following his own moral codex to get rid of every demon, or him being a not-quite-human war machine, or wanting to protect humanity from them.

I would say it’s a healthy mix of all that :D

In older games, there was this whole backstory snippet of him returning to earth, finding that the demons had invaded his planet but also killed his pet rabbit (Daisy), and he then goes onto a 2-game long revenge trip.Take that as you will.

The last thing i would like to mention is this post.

Please watch the video. Doomguy walks trough the rows of random human guards. This is the walk of a man who doesn’t owe them SHIT. Yes, he wants to save humanity. Yes, he cares. But he also knows who he is. He knows what he did, and what he will do. He doesn’t have to justify himself in front of these shady scientists and jerky guards.THEY owe HIM, in fact. This video emits the sheer CONFIDENCE of someone who has walked trough hell multiple times and knows none of these people could even touch him. Yes, he would never kill them. He would not harm humans. But he doesn’t care about making them uncomfortable with his presence, either. He doesnt ask for permission.

(i think by now i am using the exact same words they did in that post. really, its worth the read. i think there’s a lot of repeated things between this post and that post by now but i encourage you to watch that video. its worth it.)

Also, the impact he has on the people in this room! they trip. they walk backwards. they go quiet, stutter. they are intimidated. They know he’s technically here to help and save them, but now, standing in front of them.... just wow. it really puts things into perspective. it tells the player that all the demons that he’s killed, all that the doomslayer has done... its noted. it has an impact.

I’m not really sure where i’m going with this anymore, but watching those NPCs react to the slayers presence just adds so much more to his character. it tells us how people see him, and boy.... do they see him.

i think it also ties a lot into how the player is made feel, controlling doomguy. all these head stomping and limp tearing animations, the guns, people being scared, watching doomslayer destroy important equipment from first pirson or pushing open doors or whatever... it just gives me such an immense feeling of power! i can’t even describe it. (...it also has nothing to do anymore with the original question but holy shit did i love playing doom for the sheer atmosphere of it. despite me being horrible at playing.)

(at the end of this i’m realizing that all of this never addressed if doomslayer is happy and content murdering demons, or if he just wants his peace and quiet but can’t help himself every time he sees a demon. i would propose to leave that up to headcanons. mine is a mix of both but in a way that makes it not angsty. like he loves to have his calm moments, but is just as happy to rip some demon’s spine out. probably gets a little itchy and impatient if he hasn’t fought in a while.)

also if you’re interested in game design and way more professional people talking about why doom 2016 is great i reccomend this documentary

...anyways it’s past 1am and this has gotten way out of hand but

tl;dr: the doomslayer is metal as fuck, he has a lot of agenda he is following, and i love him so much

#amber talks #doom #where do i even begin with this?#i wanted to answer this in the morning but that was over an hour ago now #jdakjsdhasdjh i can't help myself theres so much to say about doom!!!!#you asked for this anon #it's just so... *clenches fist*#i forgot of course that the music is pretty much the best thing ever and i've been listening to it SO MUCH while writing litve #everything about this game is designed to make you feel powerful and HOLY SHIT is it working #id software did a great job #i watched a whole documentary on this it was great #...yeah i study 3d stuff this is pretty much in m #my field haha #i've just had all these feelings in me for months and now that someone showed the slightest hint of interest it's all coming out #sorry its so unorganized i tried to at least take one point after the other #now to write another essay on why the slayer and the mandalorian are very alike in some parts but mando is so much softer #(its because slayer has been trough hell and back while mando still has hope in the world)#(i mean mando is a jaded and tough bounty hunter but all that he is doomslayer is cranked up to eleven)#(shush now i said in another essay! go to bed)#(....its not gonna be an essay its gonna be a fanfic and its gonna be great)#(mando is such a softie......)#*pushes my mando/slayer agenda on my side blog as well* ah i see #long post #...very long post #hey i've hit 2k words with this!#....i've written litve chapters that are shorter #EDIT: WAIT FUCK I THINK I MIXED UP THE SECURITY GUARDS LINES WITH A FIC I READ ONCE #or did i gave EX that line in the last ask i answered????#i'm??? im gonna go to sleep lol

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18-fandoms-unite-08 · 4 years

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Daminette December - Day 3 : Decorating

@daminette-december2019

Enjoy!!

She didn't know what to think of the pounding headache that she felt as she slowly rose from her position... on the floor?

"Oh my god! Mari, you're awake! Are you okay?!" She heard a familiar voice say. She couldn't place it to whom though.

Ahh. Just then, the days events started coming back to her.

~~~

It was the day of Jon's birthday. Adrien had wanted to organize a surprise party and had the great idea of leaving her and Damian in charge of preparing and decorating the manor's living room for his boyfriend's special day, while he was in charge of getting Jon out of the house.

Marinette and Damian were occupied with trying to hang the 'Happy Birthday' banner when Marinette's phone rang with a familiar tune.

Goddammit, she thought. This is so bad timing.

Why did the akuma alert have to sound now of all times?

"Hey... Damian?"

"Mhmm?"

"I, uh, need to finish Jon's... Birthday present! , yeah."

Damian looked at her suspiciously but didn't question. He just gave her a nod and waved her off.

Phew, he bought it.

Ladybug had arrived on the scene just in time to join the battle that was already at its end. Thank god she had the idea to give out Kagami and Luka's miraculous before she and Adrien had left for Gotham.

"Chat noir not joining you?" Viperion asked while Tora gave her a little mock salute of acknowledgement.

"Nope, he couldn't make it. Dealing with some things in civilian form." She said off handedly. "Let's make this quick, I was in the middle of something."

The others nodded and off they were.

"Thank kwamii that only took, 10 minutes Tikki!" Marinette spoke to the little god as she munched on a cookie to tired to reply with more than a little hum.

"I don't know what excuse I'd give this time."

"Don't worry Marinette, I'm sure Damian would understand. " Secretly, Tikki knew quite well that Damian would understand better than anyone.

"Okay! I'm done. Let's go before people start looking for us. "

And with that they quickly hurried off.

To say Damian was worried was an understatement. Sure it had only been 10 minutes but to him, it had felt like forever.

So when Marinette came walking back into the room looking paler than usual, that feeling of worry only intensified.

"Nette, you don't look so good... "

"I-I'm fine... "

Marinette couldn't breathe. That akuma had taken a lot of her energy to defeat. Top it all with the fact that, everytime she cast her Miarculous cure, she would be affected. You know, the universe wanting balance and what not.

She faintly saw Damian rushing towards her but she blacked out soon after.

~~~

Now, here she sat, laying on the floor. Head pounding with a killer headache and Damian looking over her like a worried Mom.

And that was how they both found out they had the same... hobbies.

So... hehe, I know most of this isn't even about decorating but I couldn't think of anything.

Anyways, hope you liked it! I legit wrote this so freaking last-minute.

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Day 1 - Day 2 - Day 3 - Day 4 - Day 5 - Day 6 - Day 7 - Day 8 - Day 9 - Day 10 - Day 11

All my fics are under the tag #18fandomsfics

#maribat #daminette #marinette x damian #daminette december #maridami #damimari #mlb x dc #decorating #day three #day 3 #18fandomsfics

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nsheetee · 5 years

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Can I make a request? Jaehyun x reader high school rivalry au. In which Jaehyun & reader are rivals in school when it comes to academics but one day they were informed they had to team up for a quiz bee against other schools. Some sort of enemies to lovers au I guess? 😅 THANK YOUUU!!

a/n: ugh I imagined Jaehyun in glasses throughout this entire thing and it killed me 😅 also, to include the academics and quiz bee part I wrote this based around debate team, that wasn’t exactly what you asked for but I hope it’s okay!

(warning: mentions of doyoung, jungwoo, and sicheng /swearing / y’all make out a bit in the end)

alright so let me tell you about your high school’s debate team

the team is as old as the school itself, but during doyoung’s sophomore year, he was given the title of president of the debate team

(the first time a sophomore has been given the position, and he made sure everyone knew about it too dfbhjh)

every since then, the team has TAKEN OFF and made some amazing accomplishments

doyoung crafted the team into what it is today

sicheng as head of research (and official tea-spiller of the team)

jungwoo as doyoung’s assistant (a.k.a. doyoung’s emotional support boy)

…and you and jaehyun, some of the best debaters doyoung has ever seen

your passion paired with jaehyun’s charisma and mixed in with both of your quick mouths was a sight to behold for judges

despite this, doyoung was very unwilling to let both of you stay on the team

because you fucking HATED each other

despite the amazing skill of teamwork you both possess on stage, the debate team meeting room was a nightmare

screaming matches every other day

snapped in half pencils

many, many, MANY disagreements

and how did it start?

during freshman year, your first class in your first semester of school was math- your teacher seated you next to jaehyun :)

every morning at 8am you had to deal with his whining about being tired or how the material was “too easy” :)

and then when you got your first tests back, your grade was one (1) point lower than his :)

and jaehyun says :)

“oh man, that sucks. you should’ve taken up that tutoring offer I gave you”

:))))))))))

and ever since then, you couldn’t stand his big head with his too-clear-to-be-natural skin and his smile that he sent you every time doyoung agreed with something he said instead of one fo your ideas

but you loved debate team, you were all such close friends (despite someone who liked the act up) and those big dumbos were your everything :’)

now, it was the beginning of doyoungs senior year

as the debate team teacher sponsor quietly cried at the thought of doyoung leaving, doyoung was more focused on who would take his spot next year

jungwoo and sicheng were both great candidates, but everyone knew that the only people who could even come close to filling doyoung’s shoes were you or jaehyun

and when doyoung told you both this after a debate team meeting, the tension between you two quickly escalated

“now, I expect both of you to get along; at least respect each other. if one of you is the captain then you have to be able to listen to them and right now…. the last thing you do is listen to each other” doyoung explained

with that thought, you and jaehyun made your way out of school

“ya know if you could just listen to my ideas every once in a while maybe we wouldn’t be in this kind of mess” jaehyun pointed out as you walked down the empty halls

“I could say the same thing to you” you snapped back and he suddenly stopped walking

“… is this what doyoung is talking about? I think… we both love debate so much, that we just don’t know when to stop” jaehyun laughs and you feel slightly uncomfortable with this seemingly truthful side of jaehyun

he legit doesn't seem like he’s about to laugh at your face

he just seems like he wants to stop arguing

he does, he’s actually really tired of arguing with your cute face everyday :(

you don’t know how far you can trust jaehyun, but you’ve spent years working by his side

there has to be some sort of connection between you two that allows both of you to work together so successfully

after you tell that to jaehyun, he slowly agrees

“how about this….” you start “after team meetings, we can go to the library and try to… not hate each other”

jaehyun scrunches his face

“the library? how about… the cafe two blocks down?”

you were about to snap at him about “what’s so wrong with the library? huh?” but you took a deep breath in and out

if you were going to stop fighting, change had to start somewhere

“okay, let’s go”

so you and jaehyun hang out at this hole-in-the-wall cafe after debate team meetings for a few weeks

you didn’t necessarily make your meet ups known to the other team members but…

you didn’t really want to have the whole team freak out over what could possibly be perceived as dates

cuz trust me

they TOTALLY looked like dates

jaehyun would buy your drink for you

(until one day he confessed that you drink was hella expensive and you rolled your eyes and started buying his drink from then on)

in return, he would help you on all the math concepts you didn’t fully understand

(you had flashbacks to the first class you had with him when he offered to tutor you but you shook that off)

and when your your brain was completely fried, he would listen to you talk about anything and everything

or if on one particular day you weren’t in the mood to talk, he would fill up the cafe with his low laughter and stories of the stupid things he and his friends do

(when the baristas found out y’all weren’t dating they started making bets on when one of you would confess ewfheb)

your relationship with jaehyun changed from snappy and argumentative to something like a friendship

and this was obvious to the rest of the debate team members

they were soooo relieved that y’all weren’t fighting everyday

and that they could spend the meetings getting prepared for competitions rather than settling your arguments

but of course, sicheng was a little too curious about the sudden change in behavior from you two

and he followed you guys after a meeting one day

he watched from outside of the cafe where neither of you could see him

he was shooooook

you guys looked so,,.., weird when you don’t fight but it was even weirder to see you laughing at something jaehyun said and leaning into him as you looked at his papers

he was ssososososoos sure you were dating

(although sicheng was awesome at researching stuff, he seems to have forgotten to confirm his sources on this one…)

(because you were not dating at all)

(yet…)

sooooooo fast forward to the next weekend, there was a debate team competition a few cities away

the school allowed the team to travel and stay over night at a hotel in that city

so the team packed up their things and took the long bus ride and settled into their hotel rooms once they got there

you were flipping through the tv channels in your room when your phone vibrated

with a text from jaehyun

“come meet me in my room”

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) hehe

it was against the rules that your teacher sponsor set before you left for the trip

but you were sure the teacher was already passed out in their own room and that if you were quiet and careful, the other team members wouldn’t hear you walking out of your room and into jaehyun’s

jungwoo, doyoung, and sicheng already broke the rule that the teacher had set for them

they were chilling in doyoung’s room, finished take out on the floor between them and face masks on as they relaxed

“I keep texting jaehyun to come join us, but he’s not picking up” jungwoo frowned and sicheng snorted at that

“what’s so funny?” jungwoo asked

“we’re on a trip away from home with our own hotel rooms and little to no supervision,..,.. don’t you think jaehyun and y/n would take this opportunity to mess around?”

the room suddenly went very quiet as jungwoo and doyoung stared at sicheng with wide eyes

“…what?” doyoung asked lowly

“oh come on…. you guys seriously can’t tell me you haven’t seen how much closer they’ve gotten-”

“that’s because I told them that one of them would have to be president next year and they need to get along” doyoung defended

“yeah, that’s why they were getting real cozy with each other in a cafe after one of our meetings” sicheng absentmindedly stated, looking at his reflection on his phone as he tapped around his face to settle the mask in

tea? spilled

sicheng’s job? completed

jaehyun and you? in trouble

back in jaehyun’s room, you quietly close the door behind you as you make your way in

jaehyun lays on his bed with only the light from the bedside lamp illuminating his face

his pajamas have little clouds and sheep on them and you take a moment to tease him about it as you come closer

he grabs your hands and pulls you onto the bed next to him and you both settle down to watch tv

both of your hearts are pounding so loud you think the other can hear it and you squeeze your hand into a fist to keep yourself from physically freaking out

jaehyun was right there… right next to you

if you turned your head, he would be only a few inches away

“there’s nothing to watch?” you ask, trying to get your mind off of your thoughts

“nothing seems interesting… let’s do something else instead”

and that’s how you end up making out with Jaehyun :-)

your lips are moving against each others and your hands are gliding down to wherever you can touch

he rubs your sides and when you react with a small moan he pushes you down and the kiss turns from a “wanting” type of kiss to something slower

like jaehyun wants to savor this moment of your kiss pressed to his for the very first time (it wasn’t the greatest setting or situation for a first kiss but hey, y’all take what you can get)

you barely notice doyoung, jungwoo, and sicheng storming into the room, turning on all the lights and standing in front of the bed, hands on hips or crossed in front of their chest, their face masks still on and frowns settled underneath

you and jaehyun separate from each other in fright, awaiting to be yelled at by doyoung, but instead you break out into laughter at the appearance of the three of them standing in front of you

“when I told you guys to get along, this is NOT AT ALL what I meant”

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