#have you ever just cry because both of your babies are in the same frame

[yok00k]

¿can you kiss me more?

pairing: hellokittylover!oc x boxer!jk

genre: smut

“baby, hold me ‘cause I like the way you groove”

summary: jungkook’s lust and love for you becomes insatiable

warnings: MATURE— cockwarming, slight somnophilia [consented], jk jerks off in front of oc, jk is a pervert and hella possessive (& mentally obsessed w/ oc), unedited, lowercase intended

word count: 900

author’s yap: i’m kinda back bc I’m in my jobless era🥸. I wrote this a few months ago and just kinda abandoned it -_- it’s also far from the initial scenario that I was gonna write but meh.

“koo..so deep inside me” you softly cry as for the fact that his entire length is buried deep within your aching walls. you can feel how hard Jungkook is inside you.

“yeah? you’ll keep me warm, right?” he lowly said while smirking underneath you. he firmly shoves himself more, resulting you gently tug on his long hair as he further sucks one of your perky nipples, making it swollen.

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this particular action is what 's been keeping him occupied for the past thirty minutes as soon as he came back from his 2-hour morning boxing session. jungkook spotted you in the same position you were in before he left. the only difference now is that his thick comforter graped your whole body is no longer covering every inch of you. which makes your baby pink see-through lingerie on display for him to see. only for his sight to enjoy.

what a drooling view

he goes up to your sleeping figure, taking a closer look of your exquisite physique. your cleavage almost flashing him because of how low cut the piece of cotton fabric you’re wearing. not forgetting to mention those curvy hips of yours and naturally thick and tender thighs that only he can touch. nobody else. not on his watch

jungkook feels like some perverted man lusting over your unconscious frame. you’re so sweet, too fragile. seems like in one touch, you’ll break.

however that’s all facade. you may seem too innocent but he knows every tiny detail of yours. including those dirty secrets that turn you on and wild kinks that nobody would’ve guessed you’re into. to him, you have the face of an angel with devilish preferences.

you initially woke up with a pleasurable sensation that jungkook had caused you: a storm of wet kisses from your neck to the valley of your breast accompanied by a pair of muscular arms roaming around your figure. it’s a habit for both you and jungkook to be touchy to one another in the morning. you love showing your love and affection to him, so as he does to you. therefore you allow him to express physical intimacy towards you.

as much as you’d love to show your love back to him, you’re still sleepy and lack energy to move. a few seconds later, you fall back to sleep.

on the other hand, jungkook is getting even more aroused by this situation. his fully tattooed arm moves its way down to your backside, giving your plumpy ass a tight squeeze before proceeding to knead your cheek.

your sleeping figure doesn’t help with his high sex drive. how would his sexual urges decrease when the person in his fantasies is laying on his bed. you.

before he could ever comprehend what he’s doing, he found himself kneeling in front of your ass cheeks. jungkook lowers his light gray sweatpants, just right down under his balls, setting his erected cock free.

he leans down towards you to plant a tiny peck in your temples. jungkook locks his attention to your angelic face as he begins pumping his member toward your ass that’s covered by transparent lace fabric. he smudges his oozing precum around his til using his thumb while thinking how pretty your swollen lips would be if he smeared his fluid around them.

he continues to ejaculate, tightening his rough palm around his cock trying to imitate the tightness of your pussy when he nests himself inside you. your tight walls are 100% way much better than his fucking hands. it’s no doubt that nothing and nobody can compare to you. not even a bit

jungkook fails to be soundless and slips out quiet groans, cursing by how good and light headed he feels right now. he hopes that he could stay in this scenery forever. having you comfortably and peacefully sleeping on his bed while he jerks off in front of you. plus you wouldn’t mind just laying there and looking effortlessly pretty for him, right?

he’s almost there, he’s starting to feel the anticipated satisfaction coming towards him. by the moment, he shuts down his eyes as he throws his head back, savoring the intense feeling of pleasure as he reaches his highest peak.

jungkook spills ropes of hot white cum, aiming his oozing tip over the thin baby pink fabric that barely covers your ass. he releases a few more moans as he fully emptied himself to the cloth of your lingerie.

he arrives his desired destination, his paradise

you rise from your sleep by a familiar faint noise, more like a series of whimpers. you lift your head and catch that those breathless sounds are coming from none other than your boyfriend, jungkook. you also notice that he’s weakly pumping his hand around his cock, slowly coming to a halt.

“kookie?” you softly call, which brings him back from heaven to reality.

once he opens his eyes, he locks eye contact with your beautiful eyes, an innocent smile is painted on your face. his appearance softened, as if he wasn’t lusting over you a second ago.

he lifts his upper body and leans closer to your face, giving your lips a smooch.

“good morning baby”

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#jungkook fic #jungkook x reader #jungkook fanfiction #jungkook fluff #jungkook imagine #jungkookxreader #bts jk #jeon jk #jungkook ff #jungkooksmut #jungkook smut #jeongguk x reader #jeongguk smut #jeongguk fic #jeongguk x you

[heartfullofleeches]

Dude I feel so bad for zombie Yan, I tend to be accidentally honest but would totally keep up their delusion. Like, their little half exposed brain can't process their (probably bad) death, how am I supposed to tell them?

Like, "yeah babe lots of humans have half of their brain out, don't worry pookie" "Yeah I know their arm fell off, would you stop being such a dick about it?" "They just drank too much water from the sink, that's why their skin is gray"

"Hey, babe.... Do you still think I'm cute?"

They feel like such a terrible partner - piling stupid questions on top of all the care and attention you've given them since they got sick. You must be so tired of them now, but they needed to hear it from you. The difference between them now and the person you fell in love with were like night and day. They'd lost so much weight in these past few months, their eyes are hollow and empty. Their skin remains the same blotchy gray color no matter how many hours they lay rotting in the sun.

"Of course I do. Why wouldn't I, silly?"

"I don't know.... I guesx I just haven't been feeling like myself lately....With that whole dog bite incident and everything that's happened since I feel like a burden to you...."

"Hey, don't think like that. You're just sick - that's all, remember?"

Sick... That's right. They said so themselves. Ugh, it's not fair. How come you still be that same wonderful you that they fell for all that time ago? So understanding and still so, so cute. You just get cuter by the day to them...It makes it so hard for them to control their temper when they see neighbors interacting with you outside. Don't they know you belong to them? Just because they get to be outside with you doesn't mean a damn thing. They hate how buddy buddy everyone gets when their symptoms flare up and they can't leave the house with you. Hate, hate, hate- They just want claw, and stomp, and bite all their dumb, smiling faces into a mangled heap no one would be able to tell apart. It's what they deserve for trying to steal you away.

But they'd never do anything like that - Hurting people would make you cry and if they did that what good were they to you?

"I think it's time for bed."

"Yay!"

Your partner crawls in bed, leaving their ankle hanging off the edge of the mattress for you to shackle to the frame. Once testing the strength of the chain, you climb in right alongside them - loosening the latches of their muzzle by a few notches as you both get comfortable. You kiss the cheek with the lesser amount of decay as they nuzzle up to you - breathing in your intoxicating scent. Deep down you both knew they'd never bite you. You satisfied a different craving and if they ever lost you their hunger for human flesh would swallow them whole.

"I'm sorry we have to do this, but we can't risk you running out while I'm asleep again."

"It's okay. I know you're just trying to help me get better. I actually really like the idea of being chained to you for the rest of my life. I love you so much, baby. Soon as I get better I promise I'll be the one taking care of you."

"Yea.... I'd like that."

#yandere zombie #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere oc #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere x you #yandere insert #yandere blurb #yandere x reader #yandere drabble #yandere angst

[beautiful-is-boring]

Made it out alive, just for you

Gojo x gn!reader , angst to fluff, hurt/comfort

Au where gojo lives

Warning: y/n has a nightmare about gojo, MAJOR JJK MANGA SPOILERS FOR CH 236, so ya it involves blood and a lil bit of gore, and crying.

A/n: i love this man so so much, and whenever I get a bad dream about my loved ones dying, it mostly includes the part after their death and I'm living without them, and when I wake up it's such a relief, so this fic is based on that

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'i miss you so much toru'

the scene never left your head, the love of your life, now lifeless, laid on the ground, wounded and dying after the fight with sukuna

you cried all day, the next day and the next. You couldn't let go of him, and how could you? Satoru was the shining sun in your life. He had the brightest smile, the prettiest baby blue eyes, the strongest will and his love for you was endless. You loved him so so much.

Coming home everyday from work pained you. You would forget that he wasn't here anymore, you would buy mochi on the way home, only to come home and realize he was never coming back, the reality settling in as you cried once more.

'please come back toru, i can't do this without you'

you eat dinner alone again, hugging the adorable custom made plushie of satoru. It was a gift from him. He lovingly said that day, that the plushie would keep you company when he was not with you.

The memory of gojo cut and bloodied plagued your mind and you hugged the plushie tighter

'you are bigger than the whole sky toru, the strongest and bravest of them all. Wherever you are, I hope you rest well. Watch over me, my love'

And then your eyes opened.

You sat up on the bed quickly, looking around everywhere and breathing heavily, just trying to ground yourself into reality.

It was just a dream. A bad one, but just a dream. You're fully awake by now.

"breathe for me sweetheart"

"T-toru?"

He was right there, your beautiful satoru, gently hugging your shaking body close to him.

"whatever you saw, it wasn't real. I'm here now baby"

You nod. Your mind was a mess. You barely remember what you saw, but it left you feeling terrified.

"Hang in there, I'll get you some water"

He slowly left your shared bedroom and you watched the white tuft of hair disappear into the kitchen. Waking up after countless bad dreams and nightmares was unfortunately common for the both of you, after the fight with sukuna in shibuya.

Right. Gojo defeated sukuna. He won. And he made it out alive.

Your eyes landed upon the custom plushie across the room that gojo gifted you all those years ago

The same one from your dream.

The dam broke. A quiet whimper left your lips as memories of the dream flashed through your mind's eye and by the time satoru returned, you were curled up on your side of the bed, sniffling and weeping.

You heard him place the glass of water on the nightstand, and in the next second he's got you enveloped in his warm arms, gently rubbing your back.

"I-I saw you die toru..I had to live without you and I had to c-come home and you weren't there, a-and you were never coming back" You were sobbing and crying as you hugged him, both from the unsettling dream, and the relief that it wasn't real. You were so, so relieved to be awake, to find your one and only alive and well. Satoru continued to whisper sweet nothings and comforting words into your ears and never once did he loosen up his hold on your trembling frame.

"its okay baby, i know how you feel, and i love you so much, and I'm right here" His sweet and gentle tone combined with his comforting voice made you cry even harder. You didn't know where the tears were coming from.

"i know toru, i know you won, it's just that ever since I saw you like that..." You take a deep breath in and gaze into his beautiful blue orbs that you love. "Just one wrong move, and you would have been gone and i-i don't know what I would do without you being there with me."

Satoru's own eyes welled up with tears because he couldn't bear to see you cry. He cupped your face in his arms, a relieved sigh leaving his lips as he saw you closing your eyes and leaning into his touch.

"you are my whole world y/n" His voice wasn't louder than a whisper. Satoru wiped your tears with the pads of his fingers, and kissed your forehead. "That day, I was thinking about you the whole time. I knew I had to come back to you, and I did." A single tear drop trailed down his face and he stroked your head to comfort you. " You don't have to worry anymore, my love. It's all over, and I'm here right here, right now. " You looked at him, reassured and he could feel his heart swell as he looked at his world, his universe, right there in his hands. "Thankyou satoru" He smiled, and you did too.

Satoru leant in and kissed you ever so slowly, reminding you that he was right there with you, alive. You both smiled into the kiss, knowing that you love each other with every fiber of your being and most importantly,

You were right there with each other; physically, and in each other's hearts.

#jjk gojo #gojo #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo satoru comfort #jjk 236 #gojo fluff #gojo angst #gojo satoru fluff #gojo satoru angst #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #satoru gojo fluff #jjk #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk fluff #jjk angst #satoru gojo x reader #jjk satoru #gojo satoru x y/n #satoru gojo x y/n #jjk comfort #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #gojo imagine #gojo fanfic #satoru gojo fanfic #gojo satoru fanfic #gojo satoru x oc

[zoesmp4]

PHOTOGRAPH “we keep this love in a photograph.” carl grimes x fem!reader

tags: angst, death, use of y/n, 8x9, some fluff

a/n: first angst, i was bawling my eyes out while writing this 😓. based off photograph by ed sheeran, lyrics r in italics. i hope ygs enjoy!!

loving can hurt sometimes. you never really understood how much until now.

FLASHBACK. 

“we should do something.” carl says, fiddling with your promise ring which he got you. he saw it while on a run and thought it was pretty, “pretty items for a pretty girl.” he thought. you were sitting criss cross applesauce in front of him, him doing the same. both of his hands were interlinked with yours, giving light squeezes. “and what’s that?” you ask. “we should take a photo. you know for the future.” “for the future?” “like to show our kids.” you wanted to kiss him until you couldn’t breathe. did he really just say that? did he mean it? this boy would be the death of you. 

“wait okay so- i just do a random pose?” you say, looking at the camera carl held in his hand. “up to you baby.” he never failed to make you feel special. you were so in love, and you knew he was too. “m’ ready!” “sweet.” he angles the camera to fit you both into the frame before you press your lips onto his cheek. his lips curve up into a smile before you hear the click sound from the camera. 

carl held the photo of you both in his hand, examining every part of it. mostly examining you. the way your hair fell perfectly upon your face, the way your lips looked perfect on his skin. god, he just knew he was going to make you his wife one day. you giggled at the light kiss stain you left on his cheek. 

PRESENT TIME.

you held the necklace you got when you were fifteen, heavy tears flowing down your face at a rapid pace.

FLASHBACK.

“carl.. you didn’t.” you say, looking at the beautiful silver heart locket in the small black box carl handed to you. “you like it?” he says, grinning from ear to ear. “i love it. i- you didn’t have to.” you say, your eyes getting mistier by the second. “don’t cry pretty girl.” he says, putting his hand on your cheek. “i love you so much carl.” “i love you more.” 

PRESENT TIME.

holding him closer til’ our eyes meet. did it have to end like this?

FLASHBACK. 

“carl you can’t leave me like this. i wo- i won’t allow it. this isn’t fucking fair.” you say, hitting carl’s chest softly. you were so angry, and sad, you didn’t know how to feel. “y/n you’ll be fine. i know you will. you’re a strong girl. it’ll b-“ 

“what about- what about the plans we made? who am i supposed to talk to late at night when i have nightmares? w-who am i supposed to cry about stupid things to? carl i can’t do this without you.” you started to choke on your words, the realization hitting deeper and deeper that you would never get to see, to talk to, to hold, to kiss, to love carl grimes ever again. 

carl pulls you into his chest for one last hug. you embraced him tightly, trying to make the best of it while it lasted. he then cupped your face and pressed his forehead onto yours. “my girl, my y/n, i love you.” 

PRESENT TIME.

you kept his last words deep within your soul. your hands quivered as you slowly opened the piece of paper which carl left for you. your heart stopped when you saw his handwriting. all of his words written on the paper. you wished it could’ve lasted longer. you wished you had more time with him. 

“my dearest y/n. i remember when we first met. you looked so scared. you were always quiet, always alone. i felt so bad for you. i would always admire from afar, watching the wind blow through your hair. you were so pretty. i don’t know how i ended up having you as my girlfriend, but it’s the best thing i could’ve ever experienced. 

i know you’re sad. i know you’re angry. i’m frustrated too. i meant it when i said i wanted to show the photos to our kids. i meant it every single time i said i love you. because i am truly in love with you. every part of you. and nothing will ever change that. in another lifetime we will reunite once again. i will always be with you. don’t ever be scared. we keep this love in a photograph. we made all of these memories for ourselves.

so you can keep me, hidden in the pocket of your ripped jeans. you won’t ever be alone. wait for me to come home.” 

you look at the photo which fell to the floor while you were reading the letter. quiet laughs mixed with sobs come out of your mouth when you remember that day. forever you will have this memory. captured in a photograph. 

#carl grimes #carl grimes x reader #the walking dead #twd #carl grimes fluff #carl grimes x fem!reader #carl grimes x y/n #twd x reader #carl grimes oneshots #carl grimes x y/n smut #carl grimes x reader smut #carl grimes angst #twd fluff #twd imagines #twd oneshot #carl grimes fanfiction

[writers-wrongs]

some yandere stu macher with a male reader hcs?? 👀 please and thank you

finally, some scream! if i had to pick a favorite movie, this would be it. heads up for depictions of violence, im not too graphic but its there

yandere!stu macher x male!reader

-youre the new guy at school, and when he sees you, it is on SIGHT. he is so close to you all of the time. hope you didnt like personal space!

-if he were buff hed be a himbo. what im saying is that hes really stupid and friendly, always coming up to you and bothering you to hang out with him

-you end up mixed in with his friend group, be it because you want him to stop hounding you to join in or because you actually like him. but he and billy do have the whole murder spree planned...

-stu couldnt kill you! he wouldnt! you laugh at his jokes, you help him with personal issues, you treat him better than his own girlfriend! of course, maybe thats because hes been neglecting tatum in favor of you... but still! because of the homophobia of the time, i dont think hed declare his feelings as love, but deep down he knows thats what it is

-billy can see theres no budging on this. he needs stu for this plan, and stu says you get to live. when billy finally concedes with stabbing you in some nonvital areas and leaving it at that, stu is the happiest little slasher this side of the bates motel

-once the killing starts, hes somehow even more all over you. making sure youre not too scared, keeping you company overnight (though he sneaks out to attack sidney). tatum is glaring daggers at you constantly, because her boyfriend is very clearly in love with you

-on the night of his house party, hes the one stabbing you. he insisted on it, in fact. he was worried billy would be too rough with you, and he cant have you bleeding out! hes incredibly intimate as he does it, muttering sweet nothings behind the ghostface mask. as you pass out from blood loss, he peels the bottom of the mask up and gives you a little kiss

-and then youre out for just about the rest of the movie. that said, youre kinda left for dead as the house is left empty. but a bit later, you wake up to see... ghostface tending to your wounds? you can hear panicked whimpers from under the mask, the killer on the verge of tears worrying that he killed you. in an attempt to calm himself down, he yanks the mask off, and its stu. his face is a cut up, burnt mess, but its him

-as he patches you up, he apologizes for ever hurting you. tatum, randy, sidney, even billy would all be ok collateral damage, but you? nonono, he could never lose you. youre his, he cant ever let you go. he kisses all over your face as he cries, promising he wont ever hurt you again

-once you two are both well enough to go on the run, you flee town, whether you want to go with him or not. youre both counted as victims of the ghostface killings (billy is framed as the mastermind with stu being helplessly manipulated), and the lack of corpses isnt worried about. he finds a place for you two to live, and depending on your reaction to all this, it goes one of two ways

-if youre into him, great! youre his now. not like you werent before, but hes the clingiest boyfriend imaginable. he is in your arms constantly, and at any point you have to move, he starts mock crying about how his scars hurt and only you can make it better. hes such a baby despite having multiple kills under his belt

-if youre (rightfully) not interested, he gets whiny. he doesnt blame you, he is a serial killer after all, but cmon! he saved your life! yeah, he was the one who stabbed you in the first place, but who cares about that! everyone else left you for dead, hes the only one who actually gives a damn about you! just love him already! same outcome as you being accepting, but hes a lot more pouty and youre tied up

#writing the wrongs #yandere x reader #stu macher #stu macher x reader #scream #scream 1996 #yandere stu macher #yes im a stu is alive truther #fight me

[onsunnyside]

sluttiness, you ask? wish granted 😌

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I feel like hate sex with daddy! Ari would be so hot, especially because the feelings are genuine and the circumstances are enough to have you genuinely hate this man.

What if Ari wasn’t supposed to be your daddy but he became it anyway and you’ve hated him ever since.

Kidnapping? Obsession? Infatuation? Is 100% the reason why Ari had to have you to himself and not for anybody else. But you’re pissed because you had eyes for someone else and Ari forcefully took his spot to be with you. And you’ve had to suck it up and be with him since then.

But in this moment, you’ve had it. You’re fed up with him. Ari saw you talking to the guy who was supposed to be your daddy and he freaked, pulling you away and taking you both home to teach you a lesson, but instead you’ve boiled over and decided to tell Ari how you truly feel about him. And Ari does the same.

But those heated tensions and ragged breaths when you both said your piece left nothing but painfully obvious sexual tension. Ari was the first to initiate a kiss, you followed suit with kissing him back hungrily and jumping into his large arms, your legs wrapping around his waist.

Somehow you found yourself bent over in your shared bathroom, your hands desperately grabbing at the marble edges and counters as Ari harshly fucked you from behind.

The vision only made you hotter when you glanced up at him in the mirror: Ari, his 6’7 beefy, soft hairy, and naked body thrusting into your wet canal, his even bigger balls roughly slapping against your clit.

When your head fell into your arms, Ari growled, “eyes up and on me, you fucking slut. I want those eyes on me when you’re cumming like the needy little bitch you are, you hear me?”

He didn’t allow you to answer before he’s lacing a thick hand into your hair and yanking you up. He twisted your locs around his hand and mounted his body on yours, his face right up against the side of yours. All while still fucking you hard with long strokes.

You stared at him in the mirror with no choice, “god, I hate you so bad”

Ari grunted, another guttural growl sounding from the deep depths of his throat as he slapped your ass hard, “likewise, baby, I can’t fucking stand you. But I love fucking this little pussy out of frame. Maybe then you’ll start realizing I’m the only one for you”

You snarled, not before crying out in a pleasure like you’ve never experienced, “fuck you, Ari”

You hated the smile that grazed his gorgeous face and without thought, you were turning your face to meet his in a filthy kiss that had your walls clenching around his large girth that lie seated inside of you. His chuckle resonated throughout his body and within the kiss as he pulled away.

“Mhm, daddy fuckin’ loves you, baby”

Looking at him in the mirror in lust blown eyes, you responded, “I love you too, daddy”

“Tell me who you belong to so I can fill you up” Ari whispered heatedly in your ear, his thrusts punching all air from your body.

“Y-you! ‘M all yours, daddy”

He groaned, biting softly on your earlobe and reaching up to fondle with your tits, “who knew you could be an obedient little bitch”

Ari pushed you down with a hand on the back of your neck, still fucking you wildly until his orgasm took over, the warm feeling of his cum warming and filling you to the brim.

“If we keep this up, you’ll be pregnant in no time, just how I’m planning. It’s time people know that we’re never leaving each other, including that loser guy I saw you with earlier today”

You rolled your eyes, “shut up”

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I hope this was slutty enough for you 😵‍💫 love you ❤️

THIS WAS MORE THAN ENOUGH !! I can always count on bestie genie for the sluttiest thots. 

omg mean grumpy daddy!ari ?? YES YES YES 

big daddy 😵‍💫 big mean 😵‍💫 big big 😵‍💫 big cock 😵‍💫 big balls 😵‍💫 big hands 😵‍💫 big jealousy 😵‍💫 BIG HATE 😵‍💫 BIG BREEDING 😵‍💫

“Mhm, daddy fuckin’ loves you, baby”  

“who knew you could be an obedient little bitch” 

GAHH THE PASSION THE ROUGH HATE-LOVE OR LOVE-HATE WHATEVER I LOVE IT 😣😣 I’m on my knees, begging for his hand in marriage. ABSOLUTELY FERAL AND FROTHING, TOP TIER MEAN DADDY !! I WANT MOOREEE 

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH BESTIE GENIE I AM KITHING YOU AND YOUR BIG SEXY BRAIN SO HARD RIGHT NOW 😤😚😚🫶

#sonny’s fic recs #sonny’s slutty convos #genie<3 #ari levinson #daddy ari levinson #ari levinson drabble #ari loving hours #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson smut #ari levinson fic rec

[95pattersonsblog]

Summary: Amelia was abused by her ex boyfriend, Billy Hargrove, and Steve is there to help her get through it.

Warning: language, abuse, anxiety, talk of alcohol, +18 please minors get tf outta here.

Word Count: 2K+

Part One.

~,~

"Please don't.. just- just don't. You've already put me through enough lately.. Just- just stop."

He froze in his position. "Baby-" He tried to reach out and grab me.

"No, no, no," I quickly snatched my arms away from him. "don't touch me or call me that. You really fucked up this time."

"I know I did and I'm trying to say that I'm sorry, but you won't let me."

"Because I don't want your half assed apology just for you to do the same thing in a week or less, later!"

He tried to grab my wrist once more, only for it to be snatched away again.

"Just- just leave me alone. I don't have the time for this, right now." 

"Well, make the time because I'm not going anywhere, Amelia."

"Just leave me alone, Steve!" I snapped.

"No! I won't! The last time I did that, I almost lost you!" He snapped back but a bit louder.

Just as he snapped at me, I lost it. I started crying. I couldn't bare all of the yelling and everything else that I've been put through lately.

"Baby-" he put his hand on my upper arm, but when he did, I flinched. He didn't move his hand away, he just stroked my arm.

I didn't say or do anything, I just stood there, sobbing.

He pulled me in for a hug, rubbing my back. "It's okay, baby. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."

I began to sob uncontrollably. "I- I-" I couldn't even form words.

"Hmm?" He questioned. "Shhhh, it's okay sweetheart." He ran his fingers through my hair.

It sent shivers down my spine.

"S- S- Steve....." it came out as muffles, as my face was buried in his chest.

"What's the matter sweetheart?" He looked down at me.

I didn't know how to tell him what happened, I just kept blaming everything on him.

When this wasn't even his fault.

None of this was his fault.

I pulled away from his chest, looking up at him as more tears were rolling down my face. I couldn't stop thinking about what happened after he left the other night.

It just kept playing over and over in my head.

WACK.


"Stay down you stupid bitch! I can't believe you ever thought that I would stay with you."

"S-stop p-please..." I said as I held my stomach where I was just kicked.

I wanted all of this to end, I just wanted to die right then and there.

I wanted him to just kill me and get it over with, but I knew he wouldn't let me out of this that easy.

"You think your precious lover boy is gonna protect you?"

"B-Billy, stop...."

"What was that? You want me to stop?"

He kicked me in the stomach, once more.

I moved back a few inches as he kicked me, I held on to my stomach in the spot that he just kicked.

It felt like he knocked the wind out of me.

I could not breathe.

It felt like my lungs were barely hanging on.

"Please...." I begged, but the more that I begged him to stop, the more that he kept hurting me.

I felt like I was going to pass out from the pain, but I didn't.

Everyone always thinks that we're this 'happy' couple that walks around Hawkins, but behind closed doors, we're not.

Behind closed doors he was a monster.

"Billy....." I begged once more. "Please stop."

"You don't think I see the way he looks at you? Hmmm? The way that he basically eye fucks you, when you both think that I'm not paying attention?"

WACK.

"I see everything." He picks me up by my shirt, riffling it. "The way that he watches you."

"Let me go!" I yelled out. "Let me fucking go!!"

The more that I squirmed out of his grasp, the more that I was able to get away from him.

When I finally got out of his grasp, I slugged him across the face as hard as I could with the nearest thing that was on the right of me.

A picture frame with a picture of Billy and I from our Sophomore dance.

"You stupid bitch," He held his head, and when he let go of it, he saw that his head was bleeding. "You're going to pay for that."

I ran out of the house as fast as I could, running down the street, when I looked back I saw that he was chasing after me, so I bolted in the woods.

I kept running until I no longer heard his foot steps, but I could still hear him yelling for me.

"You can run, but you can't hide from me!"

"Baby..." Steve shook me slightly.

I snapped out of it and looked at him.

"What's the matter, sweetheart? Talk to me?"

"Because he'll find out and h-hurt me even more..." I whispered softly, but he still heard what I said.

"Who? Who will hurt you?"

I just shook my head, not answering him. I walked away from him, not wanting to look at him.

"Amelia, who will hurt you?"

When he walked up behind me, he placed a hand on my waist, the feeling of his hand alone made me wince in pain. Once he heard it, he immediately let go.

"Did I hurt you?"

I shook my head, not looking at him.

"Who did?"

I could hear his voice grow with concern. He looked all over my face looking for answers, but he wasn't getting the ones that he wanted.

"He did.." I managed to choke out.


"Who's he? Amelia, I need more than this, talk to me. Who hurt you?"

I shook my head once more, not even looking at him.

"You don't understand, Steve! You don't understand what he will do to me if he finds out that I told anyone what he did!! He will find me and hurt me." I snapped.

He just stood there, looking at me with a concerned look on his face.

"Amelia...." He walked closer to me, trying to reach for me, but once he saw that I flinched again, he pulled his hand back.

"You can talk to me, I would never let anything happen to you, you should know that."

I didn't say anything, I didn't even look at him.

I couldn't tell him. I didn't want to risk anything. I knew that he would go after Steve if I told him or showed him, what he did to me.

I have been wearing long sleeves and hoodies most of the summer. I've been lying to everyone saying that I'm 'cold'.

"You can talk to me about anything, you know that."

"Steve, you can't-" I stopped myself.

"I can't what?"

There was a brief moment of silence before I finally spoke up and said something.

"Please don't tell anyone.."

"Amelia, you're starting to scare me. What's going on."

I didn't want to show him, I didn't want to worry him, but at the same time I didn't want to keep things from him. Especially not now, when I needed him the most.

I closed my eyes and let out a sigh, before I started pulling on the ends of my sleeves and begin taking off my shirt.

"Amel-" He stopped talking when he began to notice the bruises on my rib cage and then on my stomach, on my waists, he could tell that they were even on my back even though he couldn't see my back.

When my shirt was fully off, I let it fall on the floor and began to undo my pants.

He saw the hand prints on my neck, they were a light shade of red, but still very noticeable.

I could tell that he wanted to say something, but he didn't. He just kept looking at all of the bruises.

Once my pants landed on the floor beside my ankles, he could see all of the bruises across both of my thighs. Some of them were fresh and some of them were old and going away.

When I turned around, he could see all of the fist marks and hand prints that were scattered all throughout my back.

I could hear his breath hitch in his throat.

"My god.."

When I turned around, he was standing in front of me. He was looking at me with pure concern in his eyes. He ran his fingertips up my arm so lightly that I could barely feel it.

"Did he do this to you?"

I didn't say anything, I just looked at him.

"I'll fucking kill him-"

"No, Steve. You promised me that you wouldn't say anything! Please don't say or do anything! Please." I begged him as tears started to fall down my face.

"Look at you," He paused for a moment, looking down at the reddish, purple bruises that were covering my body. "I can't just not do anything about this."

I placed a hand on his arm, looking up at him, in his eyes.

"I'm okay, Steve."

I was basically lying to face.

I wasn't okay, I was far from being okay and he knew it.

~,~

"B-Billy.."

He kept hitting me over and over again.

Every time I tried to move away from him, he would keep pulling me back towards him.

"Please, stop.. I'm sorry!"

"Oh, you're sorry? You're sorry for sneaking around with that Harrington faggot? Hmm? Is that what you're sorry for?"

WACK.

"I always knew something was going on between the two of you, but the both of you thought I was stupid."

"We weren't doing anything, Billy! I promise!" I basically yelled as I began scooting away from him, trying to avoid getting kicked again. "Please, just stop; you're hurting me."

Suddenly, I was being lifted off of the floor, he had his hand around my throat. He squeezed it as hard as he could. I felt like my eyes were going to pop out of my head.

I could barely breathe.


"Please....." I managed to get out.

My feet were no longer on the floor, he held me against the wall with his hands against my throat.

Steve's pov

I woke up from all of the shifting around that she was doing around in her sleep.

Her head was rolling around back and forth on the pillow below her. She had a patch of sweat running down her forehead.

"Hey," I said lightly in hopes that she would wake up, but she didn't. "Amelia."

Nothing.

She just kept twisting her head back and forth.

"No, stop!" She yelled loudly.

"Amelia!" I began to shake her. "Wake up!!"

I shook her a few times, until she snapped out of it and woke up.

When she woke up, she began to freak out. When she looked at me, she must've thought that I was him because she shoved me away so hard, that I basically flew back in my spot on the bed, but that didn't stop me from getting up to comfort her.

"Get away from me, Billy!!"

"Hey," I grabbed her and pulled her in for a tight hug. "It's me, baby. It's Steve."

She must've realized that I wasn't him and it was all just a dream because she sank in my chest and began to sob, hugging me back.

"I'm so sorry." It came out as all muffles as she was buried into my chest.

"Hey, hey," I rubbed up and down her back, comforting her. "It was just a dream, I'm right here. It's okay."

I held her in my arms the rest of the night, even after she fell asleep. I didn't leave her side the entire night.

I have know idea that he was putting her through this.

All of this time, she was wearing long sleeves and hoodies, always covering her arms and body. I thought she was a cold person, but all of the time, she was hiding all of the abuse that she was being put through.

The more that I thought about it, the more angry I got.

I can't believe he did this to her.

I looked down at her as she was finally asleep in my arms, I looked down her arms, seeing fall of the bruises that he put on her.

I've never seen so many bruises on a human body before.

"I'm gonna kill him." I mumbled to myself, as I lightly touched her skin only for her to flinch at the touch.

I can't even touch her, without hurting her.

"I'm sorry.."

She nuzzled up in my chest even more. I held on to her tight, but not too tight to hurt her. Just enough to make sure that she knew that she was safe.

Safe with me.

I was never going to let her out of my sight again and I sure as hell will not let her around that monster, again.

"His ass is mine."

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CHAPTER ONE BABY! How do you guys like it?? If you wanna be tagged, comment & & I’ll tag you in chapter 2!!! ❤️

#joe keery #steve harrington #billy harringrove #billy hargrove #king steve #steveharringtonedit #steve harrington x reader #steve x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve stranger things #steve harrington smut #billy hargove smut #stranger things #billy hargove x reader #billy hargove imagine

[ellieellieoxenfree]

do you think ai di ever thought about the feeling of chen yi's arms around him in prison? like knowing he missed him but so convinced that he couldn't have him anymore? i know i do :(

first, anon i definitely do not know, i am going to go back in time and sabotage your mother's fertility. secondly, fuck you.

thirdly, the amount of bodily agony i feel about the way chen yi just automatically wraps his arms around ai di when ai di clings to him makes me want to throw myself off the golden gate bridge. it's just. no hesitation! none! dude's so wasted he can't even see straight and yet he feels someone in his lap and his first instinct is comfort. i always go back and forth between when he realizes it absolutely is ai di. obviously, there's That Moment with the tear when you can see him physically shift with recognition, and the way he talks when they collapse on the bed makes it sound as though he's not clear, but at the same time, that's his boy. he's had ai di in his arms too often not to know it's him. and he doesn't question for even a moment. ai di is there, ai di's holding onto him, and chen yi's going to entirely encircle him. (i shan't think too much about the height difference and how nat's hands are big enough to span louis' entire back. i shan't.) i think it's probably one of my favorite moments between them in the entire show, because it's perhaps the most vulnerable ai di has ever been. the tear is incredible (and i go berserk when the light catches it sliding down chen yi's cheek later), but there's an even greater intimacy in the way ai di just buries himself in chen yi. it's honest and scared and raw and ai di fucking knows he'll never have this again, that his life is effectively over already, and you can feel the anguish in every frame. i always have to remind myself that he's 18 here. he's 18 years old. a fucking baby who's facing the end of everything he's ever known and the unimaginable future without the only person he's ever loved and who has given him even a scrap of affection. (of course, chen yi's love for him is palpable and always has been, but. two ships! two ships in the night!!)

it pains me to think about him in prison -- the way he and zong yi are twin hurts, forcibly separated from their other halves, in their minds forever. and they have each other and can try to provide as much solace as they can, but they're only pale imitations of what the other needs. they both understand that horrible pain, but they can't soothe it. it's not a burden that's eased by understanding -- it's magnified and it fed on itself and it fed on the other person's pain. i wish we'd seen more of those horrible years, because even the brief footage we do see of ai di is so telling. he looks like hell. he's thin and pale and fragile and he's got dark circles under his eyes and he's obviously been crying. i just sometimes throw myself around the room shouting THEY'RE KIDS, THEY'RE KIDS TAKING THE BLAME FOR THE SINS OF ADULTS, THEY WERE BLAMELESS AND THEY STILL CARRY THOSE BURDENS.

so yeah. i think about it.

#it's 8:40 on my day off and i have chosen to answer the VIOLENCE in my INBOX #kiseki: dear to me #breathing into a paper bag and lying to myself that i'm fine

[opaloharas]

hi hi ! this is my first fic since the one direction days... but gabriel brainrot got me feeling some type of way <3 and pls be nice to me i will cry ! cw: smut, treating gabriel like the princess he is, pegging, oral (f receiving), nipple play, fingering, bantering, gabriel being cute, i think thats it !!! no thots head empty

You and Gabriel have been seeing each other for a while now. And the more you and him got comfortable and lovey dovey, the more… specific conversations came up. 

“You know, I was reading this article,” He started casually, resting on his elbows against your kitchen.

“Baby, I know you just had your dentist appointment this morning. Did this article come from Cosmo?” You teased, ceasing your motions as you worked on preparing dinner for you two. 

Gabriel rolled his eyes, his attitude ever apparent, “Hush. But no. It was about spicing things up in the bedroom.” He cringed internally as he heard your breath hitch, “Something about… pleasuring your man.. Something something about pegging?” He continued, feeling his heart race as he looked anywhere but you, deciding to mess with his watch, doing his best anime girl stance as he waited to see what you would say. 

“Are you alive?” He questioned, tilting his head slightly, his deep hazel eyes examining you as you still stood frozen in the kitchen, knife in hand. 

“Look babe, if you’re gonna stab me, just avoid the face, please!” He whined, reaching out to touch you until he heard you say, ‘okay’, in the tiniest voice that he ever heard you speak. 

“I.. I might have bought uhm..” You mumbled, “This was years ago, okay? Before I even met you! But one day.. after too many margaritas.. I might have bought a strap.” You confessed. 

Gabriel was through the roof and to hide his excitement, he just nodded his head, scratching slightly at the back of his neck, “Cool.. cool.. cool.. You wanna uhm.. forget dinner?” He tried to ask as casual as he could, his palms sweaty. “Maybe we can put on some.. smooth jazz.. Light a candle. I think the one my brother got for me for my birthday is around here somewhere.” He hummed, starting to frantically search around the kitchen, opening drawers so he could look for the cursed candle. 

“Babe, it’s literally on our nightstand.” You laughed, packing away the started dinner, storing it safely in the fridge before guiding your eager boyfriend upstairs. 

The mood shifted as soon as the bedroom door closed, both of you standing in front of each other, the thought of the coming events making you both nervous despite being intimate thousands of times before. 

“So..” You both spoke at the same time, your movements syncing awkwardly so when you both went to kiss, your noses lightly knocked together. 

He started to slowly work on undoing the apron you wore, his lips trailing from the corner of your lips, down your jaw, and down your neck. 

“You’re so beautiful..” He swooned, sucking gently on the soft skin on the base of your neck, his hands running to slip your oversized shirt off of your frame. 

“Dios.. just look at you, baby.” He groaned, admiring the curves of you body, “I don’t know if I’ll be able to resist.. I might just have to take you all for myself.” 

Clothes continued to come off, Gabriel’s form hovering over yours as he kissed down your bare chest, his sights trained on bringing you the most pleasure. Because, he is a gentleman after all. 

His lips wrapped around your nipple, sucking at it gently with a soft hum, his other hand running down your body. At your hip, he rubbed small circles against your skin, easing your nerves from what was to come, “Relax, babygirl.. Let me go.. get the thing.” He whispered, kissing down your body, your back arching slightly off of the bed to lean into his little kisses, “Right after I..” His lips reached your inner thigh, taking in the sight of your glistening pussy. “Right after I indulge.” He grinned lazily, licking a long stripe up, basking in your moans as you tugged at his light brown hair. His tongue traced small circles over your clit, his middle finger making its way to slip inside you. His words of praise were lost on you as you could not focus on anything but him. He was working to bring you the most pleasure he could, wanting to treat you right the way that you deserved. 

“S-stop,” you whined, moving out of his grasp, pulling your hips away from his shining face, his hazel eyes pleading as he pouted out his bottom lip, “Wanna focus on you now, baby.” You sighed softly as you barely managed to get back up onto your knees on the bed, your heart racing with anticipation. 

You let him know that you would grab the pretty and pink dildo you bought all that time ago. You carried the little box over to the bed, looking into his eyes that were full of love for you in this moment, a soft flush on his cheeks that made his freckles more apparent. The soft light coming from your kitty cat lamp seemed to add only more emotions to the feelings you were both experiencing in this moment. 

“That is a small box. It might not be that impressive.” He commented with a teasing smirk, waiting for you to unveil the toy to him. With a roll of your eyes, you opened the box to reveal your eight inch dildo, his eyes widening at the sight of it. If you looked closely, you would have seen his eyes shine with even more eagerness. 

Without saying anything else, Gabriel moved to get on his hands and knees, his veins pumping with every single emotion he has ever felt in his life. In his mind, this was about to be the peak of his existence, you probably would end up getting a ring on your pretty hand as a ‘thank you’. 

You positioned yourself behind him after slipping into the strap, the dildo perched perfectly from your hips. Your manicured nails ran down his back, hearing him gasp softly as he leaned into your touch. Grabbing the lube that came with the dildo, you slowly prepped him, massaging at him tenderly. Your touch was electric to him, his head leaning down to whimper into your pillows. “More, please. ‘M ready..” He begged, feeling your fingers slip out of him. You pressed the tip of the dildo at his entrance, slowly letting him gauge his comfort levels. When he pushed his hips back all the way, your eyes widened in surprise as you watched the sparkly pink disappear inside him. His whines filled the room as you started to thrust your hips slowly, getting him used to the feeling. The more you watched your typically cocky boyfriend lose his composure beneath you, the quicker your thrusts got. Gabriel’s moans echoed off the walls of the bedroom, probably waking up all of the neighbors in the surrounding apartments, probably even concerning the rats crawling around the city streets. 

“Look at you baby, taking me so well.. You were made for me..” You whispered as you leaned forward, resting your head next to his ear, his eyes closed as he felt the pleasure start to weigh on him, his cock heavy. Hearing your words almost sent him over the edge. You nipped at his shoulder as he leaned his head down, drooling onto the sheets as he gave one last loud groan, his release coating the sheets beneath him. 

A shaky breath escaped him as he felt you pull out gently after giving him a few seconds to adjust, a trembling hand moving the loose waves that stuck to his forehead after your passion. You slipped out of the harness, rushing to grab a towel for him, placing it under him with a smile before he laid down again. “You did so good for me, baby.” You cooed, kissing his lips softly, admiring him as his body radiated from his orgasm. 

“That needs to be apart of our routine.. Always.” He chuckled softly, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss, “I love you.” He smiled as he pulled away, holding you close. 

Yeah, you were definitely going to get that ring now. 

#gabriel o'hara #gabriel o'hara x reader #gabriel x reader #gabriel o'hara imagine #who posted this #gabriel listens to 'boyfriend' by justin bieber unironically

[nattinatalia]

Jack Harlow x Reader Instagram AU

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jackharlow Life is just getting better 💜

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yourusername Life is better with you by my side, I’m excited for this new journey with you. I love you ❤️

jackharlow I love you baby 🥺💜

urbanwyatt My parents 🥺

claybornharlow So happy for you both

nemoachida ❤️

druski2funnny So y’all fucked after your engagement and got her pregnant that night. Your pull out game wack

jackharlow  Obviously I didn’t pull out 🤦🏼‍♂️

druski2funnny So this was planned?

jackharlow A little yes

yourbestiename I’m beyond happy for you both.

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yourusername Engaged and pregnant 🥺 we’ve been keeping this between us, our family and close friends. We just wanted to soak it all in. But SURPRISE!!!!! Jack and I are engaged, and we’re expecting our first baby. We’re so happy, excited and beyond blessed.

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jackharlow I love you my baby forever blessed to share this life with you.

yourusername 🥺 Thank you for being the best, I love you papi.

claybornharlow I can’t wait to be an uncle I’m so happy for you both.

yourusername I can’t wait to see you all be uncles 🥺🫶🏻

allaboutjackman So he basically proposed because you got pregnant. Got it.

jackharlow Nothing wrong if that was the case. But no, I proposed first, she got pregnant a few months after.

urbanwyatt The way we all screamed when y’all told us about the pregnancy 🥺😫 and thank you for choosing me to be Baby Harlow’s godfather.

yourusername My heart 🥺 I’m so happy that he has such amazing friends by his side, and that all of you love on me the same way. I’ll forever be your little headache, no escaping me anytime soon Urb 💘 and this baby will have the best Nino.

urbanwyatt You couldn’t escape us even if you tried, we’re officially attached to you and you can’t leave us, like ever!!!!!

jackharlow She’s not going anywhere

yourbestiename Bebecita, te mereces toda esta felicidad y más. You deserve all this happiness and more. Everything you’ve been through, god was setting you up for this greatness, with this amazing man, and this life. I can’t wait to see you be a mommy, you’ll be the best one yet. Baby Harlow, we can’t wait to meet you, you have lots of uncles and aunts who will love and spoil you forever, you’re lucky to have Jack and y/n as your parents❤️

yourusername Perra, I’ve been in my feels lately and your comment didn’t help 😭 I’m a crying mess right now. Thank you mami 😊😘

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urbanwyatt Baby Harlow 🥺 ❤️ 📸 by me

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yourusername Wait why didn’t I get these? These came out so good Urb 🥺❤️

urbanwyatt I thought I had lost them sorry

jackharlow My babies 🥺❤️ I need copies of these Urb.

urbanwyatt I got y’all I’m getting them printed and framed for the house ❤️

neelamthadhani These are cute. Already copyrighted Baby Harlow 😂

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claybornharlow Mom wants a copy of these too

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yourbestiename ❤️❤️❤️

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claybornharlow Joined my sister in law on the road this time. She’s been working hard and now it’s time she takes time off.

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yourusername Thanks for putting up with me these last months little brother 🫶🏻

jackharlow Appreciate you being with her while I’m on the road too. So happy she’s almost done and gets to rest 🥺❤️

urbanwyatt ❤️

druski2funnny She’s a hustler, working hard even when pregnant. Also did Jack make you go with her during her tour?

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yourbestiename My best friend and my little best friend ❤️ can’t wait to meet the little one and find out what Baby Harlow is gonna be.

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@ jackharlow added to their story

#instagram au #jack harlow #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow fic #jack harlow x y/n

[bunnyreaper]

hello hello! its me again back at it with the babies bc i am insatiable and i cannot get enough of your writing 😭💕

would you be up for toddler and teenager phases with reaper/gabe? something about the idea of reaper trying to handle a moody teen who takes after him is just- i am going to EXPLODE 🥺🙏

notes: yes i'm living for your requests!! i kind of went off the rails with this, i'm so sorry ;__; i hope you like it though! warnings: f!reader, loose grasp on concepts of masculinity and parenting. Gabriel and Reaper with toddler and teen child HCs (+ bonus drabbles)

Gabriel:

Gabe with toddler is a real treat to see, as he gets to release his more lighthearted, goofy, and imaginative side.

The best storyteller going will do all the voices (but gets a little embarrassed about anyone at work knowing this.) 

Keeps up with the bilingual teaching and beams with pride when they start speaking Spanish.

Lets the toddler use them as a climbing frame, swings them around to their heart's content, and never gets tired. 

Takes it really hard if he misses a milestone because he's out on a mission. Often someone caught it on camera, but it's not quite the same 

Buys them their basketball jersey and baby hoop.

Would enjoy Bluey (because he's a man of good taste after all) and would hate Peppa Pig (same reason)—sometimes whistles the Bluey theme tune, and you can't convince me otherwise. 

Gets extremely stressed if they sustain any slight injury at all. 

Takes them into Overwatch for office days on occasion as a toddler. They love visits to Uncle Jack's office or when Ana lets them play fight with her.

Still brings them to Overwatch as they grow up, especially when they seem to be going through a tough time. They find everyone at Overwatch cooler than Gabe, or at least that's what they tell him (but they secretly hero worship him and all the others.)

Continues to teach them proper gun safety, takes them shooting and emphasizes the gravity of what guns can do. 

Understands Ana's opposition to Fareeha wanting to join Overwatch, and has to have you talk him down from stubborn overreactions when the subject is mentioned.

Does bond with them over sport. Takes one-on-one time with them at their favorite games, and if they play, he'll try his best to attend games around missions.

Teaches them to cook too, especially dishes he loved growing up. 

Struggles with the mood swings if they say hurtful things. If his kid ever said they hated him, his heart would shatter into a million pieces.

Tries to encourage openness and honesty, so they can feel safe discussing anything at all with him, even if he squirms like crazy giving "the talk".

Again, has to be talked down from being the stereotype of overprotective father when his kid starts dating, but he learns to trust their instincts and values. After all, you both raised them to value their own autonomy and to have good instincts about people.

But he almost finds himself crying with them the first time they get their heart broken, and he desperately wishes he could do anything to take the pain away.

Loves helping them pick outfits for school dances or other special occasions.

"You ready?" You ask your daughter sweetly, looking her over as she fiddles with the costume.

She frowns, a look you're familiar with indicating that she's feeling self-conscious and shy. "What do you think, mama?" 

You kneel down, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "You look perfect, don't forget to do your impression, okay?" 

"Okay." She confirms, yet still seems unconvinced.

"Can we show Papa now?" You ask, readying her for the reveal.

It's Superhero day at preschool, and she knew which hero she wanted to be the moment the day was announced. 

She hesitates, the uncertain expression still in her eyes. "Maybe..." 

"What's up, baby?" You stroke her sweet face, careful not to smudge the scars you just painted onto her face. 

"What if he doesn't like it?" She frowns, her eyes averted from your gaze.  

"He's going to love it, promise." You smile, and finally she softens. "Ready?" 

She nods, and you call out to Gabe. "Ready?" 

"Ready!" Gabe replies from the other room. He was hoping for something cool, maybe Captain Marvel or Wonder Woman, but he was about to get an even great surprise. 

You open the door for your daughter, and the two of you walk into the living room. 

"Ta da!" You call out, as your daughter crosses her arms over her puffed up chest and dons the most adorable, unconvincing scowl. 

"Baby..." Gabe drops to his knees, staring at your daughter with welled up eyes, and he toys with her black beanie. "Baby... are you dressed as me?" 

"Yes, papa, do you like it?" She asks, hesitant at her father's reaction. 

"I love it." He nods, tightening his jaw and willing away the tears. 

"You're my hero." She cries happily as she hugs his neck. "Don't cry!" 

"Can't help it." He laughs, and your heart swells as you watch the scene. "Don't tell the bad guys my weakness, okay?" 

"Okay." She giggles, pulling away to press a kiss to his cheek. "Te quiero mucho, papa."

"Te quiero mucho, baby." He whispers, casting you a look that shows you just how much his heart is melting. "So I guess once we pick you up from preschool, we better head to base. You've gotta start bossing Uncle Jack around now." 

****** 

"Vete a la verga, papa!" ("Go to hell, dad!") Your daughter shouts as she slams the door upstairs, a loud thud that echoes round the house. 

"Cuida tu lenguaje, jovencita." ("Watch your mouth, young lady.") Gabe calls back, anger in his tone as he admits defeat and storms down the stairs.  

When he emerges into the kitchen, he's still muttering in Spanish.

"What did you say now?" You sigh, exasperated at the way the two of them have been butting heads lately. 

"Ella tienen un humor de perros." ("She's in a bad mood.") He grumbles. "She'll get over it."

Reaper: 

Hates the terrible twos and tantrums (because no one is allowed to be dramatic as he is), and sometimes you find him and the toddler both pouting.

Doesn't sweat the small stuff like grazed knees or hands, as he knows it's how the toddler learns. He still keeps a fierce watch over them, though. 

His blood boils hearing kindergarten stories about other kids mistreating his child, doubly so if he senses an adult has taken a dislike to his kid.

Sometimes struggles with the high-energy moments of raising a toddler, but thrives when they're sleepy and just looking for cuddles. He makes a great pillow.

Does have to try harder to maintain his patience, and understand the lack of malice in the actions of a toddler. Sometimes he finds it hard to keep his cool when toys are being thrown or bedtime is being avoided.

Tears up more than he likes to admit at milestones and small moments, gets really sentimental and insists on keeping baby teeth, locks of hair, etc.

Keeps their drawings, even if they're just colorful lines and splotches.

Gets a family dog, and thrives seeing the bond between his kid and the dog.

Doesn't like wearing tiaras, drinking pretend tea, or the smell of play dough (deals with it all anyway.) 

Feels parts of his soul repair when his kid says "I love you" for the first time. 

Regrets teaching his kid sarcasm, because holy shit, do they have it in spades.

Is the overprotective father suspicious of everyone who wants to date his kid, regardless of gender. He might not show it outwardly, but he's often sharing his worries with you and prone to forgetting how scary he can actually be. 

Both loves it and hates it when gun lessons show his kid to have an aptitude with shotguns.

Offers to drive them anywhere and everywhere, as it means he can keep tabs on them and keep them safer.

Teaches them self-defense, takes it very seriously.

Gains major cred with his kid for using the correct pronouns for trans/nb friends.

Curses them out in Spanish when they do something especially dumb.

Tries to pick up video games to help relate, finds FPS games annoyingly difficult, definitely grumps if he gets called out on it.

Cries at the high school graduation, begs you not to tell their kid.

Gets called "old man" by his kid, makes his eye twitch 1000%.

"Papa?" Your son's sweet voice interrupts the silence as you and Gabriel sit on the couch reading. Your son climbs onto his father's chest and pokes at his face.  "Grumpy."  He comments simply. 

"I'm not grumpy." He says, yet his brows are knit. 

"Papa grumpy." The toddler comments once more, mimicking the frown before fiddling with his face some more. He prods his fingers into Gabriel's cheeks, forcing them into a smile. 

"Papa happy." He says with a grin. 

"Papa happy." Gabriel responds, finally cracking with a genuine smile.

*****

"I don't know Mom, can I?" Your son responds, completely exasperated. You don't even need to look up to know he's rolling his eyes. 

"You can do it yourself. You usually do anyway." He groans and makes his way to leave the kitchen. 

His exit is blocked by your husband's heavy frame, his eyes glaring down at your son. 

"Don't speak to your mother like that." 

He comments, a quiet sense of rage filling him. "Your Abuelita would have your head for that." He growls. 

"Good job she's not here then, isn't it?" Your son responds in an instant—the cruelty sounding strange even from his usually sharp tongue. 

"Go to your room." Gabriel snaps, his voice raising as he steps aside yet puffs out his chest, unable to look his son in the eye. 

Your heart clenches, knowing how the words would cut Gabriel so deep. They already hurt you, but his mother's memory was a sacred one, and your son had crossed a line. Despite his usual teenage ways lately, this was a step too far. 

"When did he get so moody?" Gabriel comments gruffly, as you approach him and attempt to soothe him with a comforting touch. 

"Hmm, wonder who gets that from." You whisper, pressing a kiss to your husband's cheek. 

"I don't know what you're talking about." He pouts, going rigid with annoyance. 

You laugh lightly. "Sure you don't."

Gabriel pulls away, the stormy expression still on his face. 

"He's been struggling lately. I didn't mean to, but I overheard him talking to one of his friends." You sigh—now was the time to tell Gabriel the truth. "I've been meaning to bring it up." 

Gabriel's attention is caught. "Bring what up?" 

"You're so hard on him all the time. He thinks you hate him." Once more, your chest hurts. You know it's the furthest thing from the truth, but all your son craves is his father's approval, and your words haven't done anything to soothe him. 

"He does?" Gabriel's eyes darken, as a piece of his past self bubbles up inside him—that same feeling he once had to always prove himself. The one that drove him to the police, the army, to the SEP, and beyond—ending in his near death experience and everything that follows. 

Gabriel swallows deeply, his anger abating as he turns and heads upstairs to his son's room. 

After a knock or two, he's greeted by a disgruntled "What?", before he announces that he's heading in. 

"Hey." Gabriel offers casually, yet his boy doesn't meet his eye.

He sits on his bed, swirling the butterfly knife Gabriel got him for Christmas round and round. Gabriel takes a seat beside him. 

"You can talk to us, to me, if something's bothering you." He offers, trying his hardest to sound even. He loves his son with everything he has, and he doesn't want him to grow up like him, constantly pushing things down. 

His anger most days might be exacerbated by his physical condition, but the experiments only exaggerated what was lurking underneath. 

The boy's knife play stops, his expression softening, yet he doesn't turn to face his father. 

"I know dad." He sighs. "There's nothing to talk about, though." 

"Then why are you acting out with your mother?" Gabriel asks. 

"I'll apologize to her. Sorry." 

"It would be better if you just explained yourself." Gabriel says, but his son now just falls quiet. 

Gabriel studies his son's expressions, sensing his quiet softening and yet his clear reticence to open up at this time. 

"Suit yourself." He replies, yet resolves to make a greater effort in the future to change things for the better. "I know you can take care of yourself." Gabriel's words finally have his son looking at him, the validation and approval clearly working. 

He slings his arm around his son, pulling him closer. "But we're always gonna look out for you, your mama, and I. I'm proud of you, though." 

His son looks sheepish and embarrassed, turning his face away yet not moving from his father's touch. 

"Talk over?" He mumbles, his voice higher pitched than usual.

"Talk over." Gabriel nods, pressing a kiss to his son's head before making his way out of the room.

#gabriel reyes x reader #reaper x reader #gabriel reyes #gabriel reyes headcanons #overwatch headcanon #overwatch fanfiction #gabriel reyes headcanon

[cshfvck]

𝐔𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐰 - 𖤐- 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐕𝐚

‧͙⁺˚･༓☾ 　☽༓･˚⁺‧͙

Genre: Angst/Comfort

a/n: AH. Okay hi, I have never used tumblr and I haven't wrote anything in ages so I thought I'd rewrite an angst - comfort fic I wrote! Hope you lot enjoy my first post on here

cw: breakdown/yelling/anger/abuse mention/possible emetophobia warning?, possible spoilers for the storyline of Dontis (?)

Gender neutral reader!

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You really are pathetic, hm?

A wolf watched you. I don't mean just watched... i mean it would snarl and watch you, staring as if you were prey. Maybe you were, who knows? You call yourself prey because this is all you can do. You've always been prey to him. The would would watch from afar, baring its teeth and hating every shed of dignity that remained on your use, shattered body. Other times it'd just sit afar, shaking in pleasure. Lust over coming it's abusive ridden brain. Distorting the torment of pleasure instead of violence. That's all it could do. Claws snagged a bottle, acting as if they were the trembling hips of your body and how you would call out his name. The name rolling of your tongue like some cheap, plastic vomit. The bitter taste violated his mouth the same way he violated yours. You curl up and hold a spoon, allowing the spoon to scoop out every shed of used skin on your body. This was all you could do.

Corrupted purples and yellows littered you, thighs, shoulders, every inch of your body. Hands crushed flesh, grabbing as much as it could as gluttony took over. Who knew greed could corrupt someone. Your flesh faltered and collapsed under such a bruising touch. You vomited as you scooped out chunks of bruises, bugs crawling underneath. This was all you could do. A wolf bared it's teeth at you. Claws ripping away dignity. Leave you your sin. Leave you your hands. Leave you. You begged the wolf, it grabbed the spoon and scooped used bruises and flesh back inside of you, it put it all back. That's all you could do. You choked out a sob as the wolf grabbed you but-

*alarm sound*

Your mouth was dry, salty tracks running down your cheeks as red cheeks burned. The lump in your throat turning to bile as you shot up in the bed, grabbing the bin beside you and heaving, nothing came out. It was all to much, you looked around after hearing footsteps and got out of the bed, footing slow and unsteady, eyes unseeing. Please stop. All the movement you were doing should be forbidden. Cries echoed in the room as you felt a large and pat your waist, not registering the persons voice. Please stop yelling. Sobs echoed from your body, your frame broken and half collapsed to floor while begging and pleading, you heard your name... that voice.

"Y/N.."

Dontis. A blur of h/c hair fell to the floor. Heaving, crying. Dontis quickly got up from the bed, eyes darting and not seeing as dontis crouched at your side. Your eyes flickered and fell shut, slowly curling up on the floor beneath you. A whisper. It was so.. so gentle.. no. You cant fall for it again. But... it felt too good to resist the comfort.

"There you go love... calm down.. shh shh shh.. it was a nightmare.. poor baby.."

His voice was so familiar. The strong accent making your abused ridden mind clear up. The voice almost felt as if it was wrapping you up. Yet, it spoke again.

"It's okay, Y/N."

Dontis whispered again. His voice comforting, not a lace or hint of threat or abuse in it. You cried harder than ever now, realizing it was Dontis, your shaking limbs slowly being held and touched by Dontis as he took your cheek in his hand, gently stroking soothing circles into tear stained flesh.

"Dontis-"

Your voice was broken and hoarse, cracking as you spoke. Those e/c eyes locking with Dontis' , feeling yourself getting lost in his comfort.

"Shh... I'm here. Take as long as you need too calm down..."

Dontis got permission for a hug as you nodded, his arms and hands pulling you into his lap while you both sat on the floor. Your trembling body curled up and cuddled against Dontis' chest, hands gently running over your sides, soft kisses being planted on your head, seeming to melt away the tears you shed earlier. All the comfort made you slowly forget your dream... Dontis' hands being the only thing you focused on. His touch comforting not lustful or wanting.

You soon drifted off to sleep, e/c eyes falling shut, a gentle snore coming from your exhausted body. Streaks of moonlight shone down on your face, highlighting the dried tears on your face, making them seem like glistening rivers as you lay in Dontis' arms, his eyes admiring your soft, red, puffy face. Rosey lips kissed your nose, Dontis' grip becoming stronger on you, not wanting you to ever feel like that again. Dontis gently sat you both in bed, his broad frame easily engulfing you in a giant cuddle, his hands seeming to soothe you.

It's almost as if everything Dontis touched turned brand new.

You were once used, now brand new...

‧͙⁺˚･༓☾ 　☽༓･˚⁺‧͙

HI!!! I hope this was okay and you all enjoyed! This is the first time ive posted in a while so i hope its okay! :D

feel free to send me any requests and as always...

thank you for reading x

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#zsakuva #Dontis x reader #Dontis #zsakuvafandom #zsakuvawritings #zsakuvafanfiction #dontisfanction #zsakuvadontis #dontisxreader #zsakuvaxreader

[peekaboo-icyou]

Apologies

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3 of new person

It had been almost a month since you had left Wil and he hasn’t done anything since, Phil is basically the one taking care of the business because all Wilbur has done is mope in bed and cry while looking at memories of you “maybe I should have been honest from the start” he sniffles “I gotta get ahold of myself…” he wipes his tears and stands up he sighs when he looks at all the plates and bowels around his room he smells him self “ugh” he Carrie’s all the plates into the kitchen then gets a towel and showers, he starts to get ready and goes into the office “ok phil I want you to hire a private investigator and a body guard for y/n but I don’t want her to know about the body guard” “yes Wil” phil smiles

Your life had been horrible ever since that night, you lost the coffee shop and have been working at a shitty diner down town that gets robbed at least 2 times a month, you were working your shift about to leave when a strange guy came in he kinda reminded you of Wilbur he was tall and that’s all you could really see since he had his hood up, you sighed “something troubling you sweetheart” the guy said, he had a thick New Zealand accent it sounded a little like the one Wilbur used to do when you both watched a musical together and he would sing along, “oh um no just tired we close in 45 minutes” he looks at you he has a mustache and beard and his hair is slicked back and his face shape was kinda familiar “your very pretty” you blush “oh um thank you what can I get you to drink?” “Oh yes do you have f/d” you giggle “I’m afraid not we don’t have fancy drinks just plain coffee or decaf” “there used to be a coffee shop around here who made the best coffee around sadly it went out of business but I heard that some mob boss bought it” you frown

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU ASKED HER ON A DATE?!” The man flinched “well I uh she’s such a friendly and adorable person I-I couldn’t resist! She’s like a cinnamon roll””YEAH MY CINNAMON ROLL YOUR JOB IS TO FIGURE OUT HOW SHES DOING AND MAKE SURE SHES NOT MOVING ON FROM ME! NOT DATE HER” he slammed his first on the table while the private investigator sunk into his seat “well I can’t just cancel” “You can and you will.” He Sits back down and chugs his glass of whiskey “yes sir” “your dismissed” the investigator leaves and he sighs and looks at a framed picture he has of you on his desk “why’d all this happen why could I have just told her the truth from the start hopefully me buying the shop back and when I give it to her she’ll take me back…”

You look at the text “sorry had bad food poisoning can’t go to the movies tonight” you sigh the truth is you kinda did wish it was wilbur I mean it could be a coincidence or it is wilbur trying to win you back but he wouldn’t blow you off like that, that was until you see Wilbur walk into the diner in a white dress shirt and black pants with your first initial on a chain and a brown trench coat and turns his head and looks shocked but then frowns you look away from him but when you turn back he’s right at the counter he looks like a mess his stubble is grown out which does not look bad and his hair is super long and his eye bags are bad “sugar?” You back up “why are you working here? This is a horrible town for someone like you” you look at him in disbelief “get out!” You look at him angry but you know it probably looks like a pout “baby I know I messed up but it won’t happen again i promise I will never ever lie to you again” you look at him with disappointment “please just give me a chance I bought your coffee shop back! It looks the exact same as it did when you owned it!” You sigh “I-I guess” he runs behind the counter and hugs you and squeezes you “thank you thank you!!!! I’ll promise I’ll make it up to you!”

Part 4?

#wilbur x reader #wilbur x y/n #mcyt x you #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur x you #wilbur x reader fluff #mcyt x reader #mcyt wilbur #mafia au #wilbur mcyt #wilbur dream smp #mafia boss x reader fluff #mafia romance #mafia rp #mafia aesthetic

[youngcheesecaketale]

Clonetober #27 Clone Medics and Low Supplies part 16

Here’s 1-15 Part 1  Part 2 Part 3 Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7 Part 8 Part 9  Part 10  Part 11  Part 11 Bonus Part 12 Sneak Peak Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15

After Jesse helped Kix calm the baby down, they heard Cody’s voice on the ship’s intercom informing them that they will be landing soon. Once the ship landed a few feet away from the Lawquane’s house (not too far for Kix to walk), Rex walked up to knock at the door.

Rex was greeted by Jek and Shaeeah Lawquane as they gave Rex a BIG hug that made Rex fall over.

Rex: (on the ground with the kids on him) Good to see you guys too. Have you been good to your Dad and Mom?

Jek & Shaeeah: YES UNCLE Rex!

Rex chuckles then hears a voice. Rex lifts his head up to Suu, standing in the door frame. 

Suu: Good to see you Rex. (smiles) Alright kids. Go get your Father and tell him that one….

Suu was going to tell her kids to tell their Father that “one” of his Brothers is here but didn’t when she saw more Clones coming.

Suu: Umm….kids. Please go get your Father and tell him that we have some unexpected guests.

Jek and Shaeeah: (looked up at their Mother) OK!

Shaeeah: (looks at Jek) Race ya! (runs while laughing)

Jek: (runs after his sister) NO FAR! (jokingly saying)

Kix got so emotional when he saw Shaeeah & Jek jumping on Rex that he started crying. He couldn’t wait to see his little girl running around and laughing but at the same time he didn’t want their baby to grow up too fast.

Jesse helped Kix walk to the house while Cody helped Rex get off the ground.

Suu: Hello Jesse. Kix. How are you boys doing?

Jesse: We….(hears Kix starts sniffling) I’m doing well.

Suu: That’s good. (looks at Kix) Oh. Umm….Is Kix doing….Is he doing OK?

Jesse: Umm…Well….Umm….

Before Jesse could answer, Kix spoke for himself. Well…he spoke in an emotional way.

Kix: I’M PREGNANT!! (sobs so loud but not TOO loud that Cut, Shaeeah, and Jek could hear)

Jesse’s face turned bright red with EMBARRASSMENT. He didn’t know what to say to Suu. He didn’t know what to say to Suu but to his surprise, Suu just chuckled.

Suu: It’s OK Jesse. Kix isn’t the first guy I met before.

Jesse: You…Your…Hus…Husband…like us….

Suu: Oh no. My Husband didn’t give birth. I did.

After Jesse heard this, he felt EVEN MORE EMBARRASSED. He forgot that not EVERYBODY can get PREGNANT. The only reason why he thought that EVERYONE (mostly guys. He forgot that not ALL Men can get PREGNANT and forgot that Women were usually the ones who gave birth) was PREGNANT right was because Jesse has been spending more time with Obi Wan and Jesse’s loving Husband Kix when they did meditations and practicing breathing techniques so both of Obi Wan & Kix can be prepared when they go into labor. (I will write about Obi Wan’s labor later). Cody would sometimes join them in meditation and breathing techniques.

Anyways…Suu explained that they have a LGBTQ+ Newlyweds Couple who just moved in. The Couple just had a baby less than a couple of days ago. Since they didn’t have a clinic or a hospital nearby (also they wouldn’t make it to the clinic or the hospital because their water broke), Suu traveled to their house to deliver their baby.

Kix: (said in a calm voice like nothing ever happened) I’m glad that you were able to help deliver their baby but you don’t have to deliver anymore babies unless you still want to.

Suu: (looked at Kix with a curious face) Oh. How so?

Kix: (gave Suu a smile) There will be a new hospital about a mile (a kilometer) away from here and don’t worry. The hospital will be on someone else’s land so you guys don’t worry. Since you guys saved our Captain who is also our Brother after he got shot. The Medical Staff from the small clinic and I have decided on a name for the new hospital.

Suu: (tilts her head) Oh?

Kix: (smiles at Suu then chuckles) I’m happy to announce that the new hospital will be called the “Lawquane General Hospital” since you saved our Brother and for your new position as Chief Executive Officer or CEO.

Suu: (chuckles with a big smile on her face) Thank you.

Rex: (who was finally on his feet and dust himself off) I didn’t know you became a Medical CEO! No wonder you were so good with changing my bandages and helping me with putting my arm in a sling.

Suu chuckled with a big smile. She told them that she was going into Medical School to get her Master’s Degree before she met her Husband Cut and had kids. She also told them that with the help and support from her family, she was able to set and achieve her highest goal.

After Suu said that, her facial expression changed when she saw Cody.

Suu: (gives Cody the “Don’t Mess With Big Mama Exogroth” Death look) Who are you? Are you to take away my Husband?! Take him away from his WIFE?! From his KIDS?! HIS KIDS?!

After Suu said (“yelled”) that, EVERYONE’S face went pale. Rex, Kix, and Jesse have NEVER seen Suu this angry before.

Cody: (waves both his hands in defense) WOAH! Woah. Woah. (says in a calm voice) We aren’t here to take away your Husband from you, nor from your kids. You don’t need to worry since the old Chancellor was arrested for something horrendous crime. 

After Cody said that, Suu was starting to calm down. She then asked Cody what horrendous crime the old Chancellor did. Everyone just said “Umm…” and either looked away or rubbed the back of their necks. Just as Cody was about to say something, they heard loud laughter coming from inside the house. Suu invited them in as she turned around and walked inside her house. Cody sighed in relief that he didn’t have to explain what that Old Fart Chancellor did as she entered the house.

Cut: Rex! Good to see you. How are you doing?

Rex: I’m doing well. How are you doing?

Cut: I’m doing well. (chuckles)

Rex: (looked confused) What’s so funny?

Cut: Remember when you said “My Family is elsewhere”. 

Rex: Umm…Yes…?

Cut: (chuckles) Now I know what you meant by that since you have a very red kiss on your forehead.

Rex: (laughed) So that’s why my kids were laughing at me.

Cut: (smiled) You have kids?

Rex: (nods his head) Yes. I have twins. A girl named Jasmine Tano Fett and a boy named Jasper Rex Tano Fett. They are 10 yrs old.

Cut: (smiled then saw Jesse & Kix) Jesse! Kix! Good to see you guys too. How are you guys doing?

Jesse: We are doing well….ish.

Cut: (had a curious look on his face) Oh. Is everything OK? (looked at Kix) Hey Kix? Are you feeling alright? You look pale son.

Jesse: Kix is fine because Kix and I…..

Before Jesse could finish, Kix interrupted their conversation. 

Kix: Sorry but where’s the bathroom?

Cut: (looked confused) Uhh….(points his finger) It’s right over there.

Kix said “Thank You” then ran to the bathroom. Even though the door was closed, everyone could hear Kix throwing up. Jesse sighed when he saw his Husband Kix run to the bathroom to throw up. Jesse turned his head when Cut called his name.

Cut: Are you sure that everything is alright?

#medic Kix #clone trooper jesse #jessix

[silent-sanctum]

Modern Headcanons w/ P4! Jotaro (2) + Bonus HC

Both him and his s/o would own dogs, the difference is that he prefers his to be fiercely alert, protective, and will leave no room for stubbornness (pretty much a great guard dog that will act as his star plat in a non-stand world).

His s/o would own a dog that is more family-oriented and is more sensitive to emotion, but at the same time can identify danger and can protect its owners from them. In that way, the household is balanced pet-wise.

Preferably, he'd adopt a Rottweiler as his companion dog for its protective and loyal temperament and bulky frame, while his s/o would adopt a Siberian Husky for its outgoing and loving temperament. To everyone's expectations, both dogs are close with Jolyne ever since she was still a baby.

Fashion wise, he still prefers to wear any form of either long coats or thick jackets, anything to pair with his inner clothing.

He's also into turtlenecks (to everyone's delight) and buttoned shirts with long sleeves and that was all thanks to his career of being a professor.

He's the type to make donations to good wildlife organizations as discreet as possible... only for said organization to announce during their anniversary that one famous marine biologist have been an active donor for their cause and awards him with the effort.

Since he's 6'5 and therefore tall as fuck, he can't ride majority of the attractions in the amusement park whenever Jolyne and his s/o visit the place.

Though he doesn't mind it all that much, his s/o feels bad for him instead and makes-up for it by buying treats for the family and take turns playing the carnival games to win prizes.

Speaking of which, the mindset of all carnival stall owners, that is their intention of scamming their customers of their money by rigging the games, will be thrown out the window once he comes into view because one look into his icy glare will send fear into their souls.

During his college years, he had owned a sleek motorcycle, but with his current life as a working man with a spouse and child, he traded that with an SUV- the latest model of the Mitsubishi Outlander.

when he's researching on a boat and is in the middle of a body of water, he met a single orca and a bottlenose dolphin on 2 separate occasions, and at some point, he befriended them and named the orca "Sushi" and the dolphin "Kishimu" (meaning squeaky in english)

Jolyne and his s/o were thrilled to meet them just as much as he was… internally. They were now officially the Kujos' unofficial marine pets.

He doesn't cry all that much and that's pretty much canon, but he does admit there was 1 movie that hit him hard that made him tear up.

On one of his free evenings, while their daughter was sleeping upstairs, he joined his s/o and decided to watch "Train to Busan" for the first time because of the whole zombie ordeal.

He expected nothing much from the film but action scenes involving zombies on a train, but once the movie intertwines the story of a busy, neglectful father and his estranged daughter, he found himself paying closer attention to the film.

By the end of movie where the father was bit and had to sacrifice himself to protect his daughter, was where his s/o felt the arm holding them tighten and a quiet sniffle was heard beside them:

You were sobbing by the end of the film but you heard a shaky breath caught your attention.

You turned to look at your husband beside you, and saw how his free hand was already wiping his eyes, sniffling with his lips pressed into a fine line. "Aigoo~ is my oh-so-stoic man of my life crying?"

"Focus on the movie, woman." Even from the way he said it, it was choked.

"It's done, dummy." You giggled through your tears and wrapped your arms around him. "You know it's okay to cry right?"

He grumbled back in return but he brought you on his lap, laying his head on your shoulder with his arms around you. "I didn't ask for this."

"You get more what you bargained for right?"

"Good grief."

He knows he's a very busy man himself and that he won't always be there for Jolyne, but seeing that scenario play out in the movie was almost like a reflection to his own.

It was like he felt the emotions of an alternate version of himself where he was like the protagonist of the film: A divorced father of a daughter who wants nothing to do with him.

And for the first time in a while, he becomes vulnerable for once and expresses that he's scared he might end up being too busy and lose this life he made with his spouse.

In this scenario, his s/o would always reassure him that in this world, he was doing good and that they'll continue to understand and love him despite his schedules, because in this world, he spends as much time as he can with his family, and as a result, Jolyne loves her father with all of her heart and his spouse was still married to him, loving and unwavering.

With that statement, he begins to tear up again and he makes sure they knew that explicitly, but they just kiss him softly on the lips and huff in endearment:

"you softie…"

#jotaro x reader #jojos bizarre adventure #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jjba #jotaro kujo #jotaro x y/n #jotaro x you #jotaro imagine #jojo headcanons #jotaro headcanons

[unluckyhoneybee]

Ends of the Earth (Charles Leclerc)

(By Lord Huron) Charles had made the hardest decision of his life, he couldn't sacrifice his dream for you but he neither could make you sacrifice yours. Honey Bee's 2000 celebration.

Charles watched you lean against the window frame. You loved that window because of it's view. He wasn't surprised you had taken him there when he told you he wanted to talk. You always felt calm in there.

He was aching. Physically aching because he wanted to hold you. He knew what was about to happen and he felt he was losing time.

"So..." You looked at him. "It is what I think it is, right?"

There had been amazing days, but also many problems. Your relationship was great, but not enough.

"I don't know what else I can do" He muttered.

You looked at him with a soft smile. "You've done enough, Charles. I'm very thankful for that" You cupped his face and brushed your thumb over his cheek. Charles felt weak under your touch. He would miss it so much.

"It doesn't feel that way"

You brought him close and kissed his lips.

"I don't regret a single thing about us, Charles."

"I know. Neither do I. I just wish things were different"

"They are this way because they have to be"

"I wish I didn't need you so much. It's painful" He mumbled. His throat felt tight.

Those words made you crumble. You also hated this. You wished there was more.you wished you had met in another life in a different situation.

"Charles..."

"I need more of you. I need you with me more often. I need you to come with me some times. I need to be able to call you more often. I need you to travel with me." He was already crying. He loved you, but he missed you so much when he was away.

You two were amazing when you were together. You were the perfect match, the perfect couple. But you couldn't make it with the distance. You were both too busy. Your schedules were too different. Charles needed more of you when he was racing and you simply couldn't give it to him.

"I know I can't force you to follow me and change your plans or drop everything you have built. I know that. But... I can't make it without you either. I can't have you and not have you at the same time"

You nodded and kisses him again.

"I know. And I can't make you stay because I know I'm not making you happy. You dream is out there and I can't tie you with me knowing that I'm not giving you enough"

"You make me happy" He said squeezing your hips. "You make me so happy."

You smiled and nodded. "You make me so happy too, Charles. These months have been perfect by your side"

Charles brushed you hair gently.

"But you can't follow me" He whispered.

"I can't."

"And I can't stay here" He added with a sad sigh. "I wish you could come with me. There are so many things I would love to show you"

You leaned forward and pressed your forehead to his. "I wish I could go and I wish I could be the woman you need"

Charles felt a tear spill. He was needy. He needed you close the whole time even if it was through a skin. But that wasn't your nature. You were independent. It wasn't a bad thing. There was nothing wrong with you and he couldn't change it. But he wished things were different. You were great together, the only problem was that you weren't compatible.

"So it's over" You said with a knot in your throat.

Charles nodded.

"I'm sorry" You said looking into his eyes.

"I'm sorry too" He whispered and cupped your face. "But it was great"

"Yeah. I'm happy I found you" You said covering one of his hands with yours. "But I'm going to cry like a baby the moment you cross the door"

Both of you chuckled softly.

"I will always be there for you. And I hope you come to see me when we race here."

You nodded. "Of course. I will always be there too, Charles. Always2

He kissed your lips and then your forehead.

How was he going to make it without you?

"If you ever..." He started.

"Yes. Yes, I'll call you" You said knowing well that if things ever changed, you would go back to him. "Same to you, Charles."

He pulled you closer and you climbed on his lap.

"I love you so fucking much" He whispered.

"I love you too, Charles. You will always be the love of my life"

He kissed you hard and deep.

"One last time"

"One last time"

He picked you up and laid you on the bed, kissing you with the promise of coming back and trying again if things ever changed.

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