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gvcci-bxby · 4 months

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the arrangement (mini series) - chapter 4: reconciliation

pairing: neteyam sully x omaticaya reader

word count: 3.7k

warnings: SMUT! (p in v), light cursing, fluff, probs misspellings (ill revise later, im tired ya'll lol)

other installments: part 1 | part 2 | part 3

author's note: I just wanted to thank everyone for the reblogs, likes, and overall engagement with my first series. I apologize for the long wait for the final installment but I hope you all enjoyed it. It's definitely a basic ending but enemies deserve happy endings too. Much gratitude.

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“Y/n wait,” Neteyam says, firmly grabbing your arm.

“For what? So, I can watch another girl climb all over you?”

Neteyam sighs sharply, putting both his hands on your shoulders. “Stop, and just listen. What you just saw was nothing, she approached me while I was waiting for you.”

You roll your eyes, “What do you want Neteyam? You’re the one that asked me to meet you.”

“Yes, I did because I wanted to explain what happened last week. What Korra said about Nalu and I isn’t true. In fact, every rumor you’ve heard about me, and another girl isn’t true at all. I haven’t been with anyone, ever.” Neteyam could help but divert his eyes, embarrassed by admitting his lack of experience.

You open your mouth to respond but couldn’t find words to say. You had been wrong all along, not allowing Neteyam to bring clarity to the situation. You felt guilty and foolish, thinking about how you could’ve moved passed the situation and spent the last several days being excited and discussing your ceremony.

“I’ve been waiting for you, and I wish you would have allowed me to explain it all. Korra has always made it clear she likes me, but I only think and care about you.”

“So, you waited? To mate with me?” You ask, making your jealousy of imagining him with other girls known.

Neteyam nods, bringing you close. “You’ll be my first and my last.”

You shake your head, looking down at the ground. “I’m so sorry I didn’t listen to you, Neteyam. This whole time we could have-. “ Neteyam interrupts you, shushing you. He brushes your freshly braided hair to the side, brushing his fingertips across your cheek. “It’s okay,” Neteyam’s voice coming out as a whisper.

Your arms wrap around Neteyam’s torso, bringing your fronts closer. You feel relief, knowing Korra only targeted you to make Neteyam her own, that there is no truth to what she, Nalu, or any of the other Na’vi girls have said.

You feel a course of excitement surge through your body, the close proximity being close to Neteyam again thrilling you. You let the emotions get the best of you and you crashed your lips into Neteyam’s. His response was quick, picking you up swiftly. You wrap your legs around him, pushing your mouth into his, his tongue maneuvers its way into your mouth.

You both stand in the village, and it was totally possible that others could see you and Neteyam. Neteyam walks you into the edge of the forest that was only a few yards away.

Your lips move with Neteyam’s in synch, urges you had never felt before gathering in your stomach and between your thighs. Neteyam was in between earth and heaven, the feeling of you against him exhilarating him. Your legs part, allowing him to Neteyam to rest and stay close to you, gave him unholy ideas. Your hips buck up, meeting Neteyam’s, and you feel his bulge growing by the second. Your skin tingles, satisfied by Neteyam’s reaction to your touch, your body.

You were so deeply lost in Neteyam to noticed people approaching the edge of the forest where you and Neteyam made out.

“Lo’ak, do you think it’s a smart idea for Neteyam and y/n to be seen making out, in the forest, before their ceremony tomorrow?” Kiri says, standing off to the side with her arms crossed.

You gasp, surprised by your friend spotting you. Lo’ak shakes his head, “Bro, I never want to see you in this position ever again.”

Kiri wrinkles her nose, “Neither do I. Come on, y/n, you need to get rest before tomorrow. Neteyam, you need to pull yourself together before you go home, mom and dad are waiting for you.”

You stand up robotically, thoroughly embarrassed. Kiri and Lo’ak walk ahead of you, allowing one last moment of privacy before tomorrow.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Neteyam whispers, planting a kiss on your cheek.

You smile, squeezing his hand that was placed in yours. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Get some rest.”

As you walk home, Kiri escorts you home. Lo’ak parting to walk home with Neteyam. “I see you two have made up.”

You laugh, nodding. “We did indeed, it was just a giant misunderstanding. But I’m so nervous for tomorrow.”

Kiri squeezes your shoulder, “As you should be. It’s the biggest day of your life. You’re getting mated for life and being announced as the future leader of the clan.”

You sigh, approaching you home. “Thanks for the reminder.”

Kiri laughs now, “I’m just saying y/n, it’s okay to be nervous. But don’t worry, it’s all going to be perfect. I’ll be there, your parents will be there. We’re all here to show our love and support for you and Neteyam.”

You pause at the bottom of your steps that lead to your home. You turn to your friend, opening your arms to hug her. Kiri accepts your embrace, offering you encouragement. “I’m excited to have you become a part of my family, sister.”

You smile, stepping back. “I am most honored to become part of your family, Kiri.” Kiri ushers you inside where you find your mother whirling around your living room. Kiri stands behind you taking in the sight as well.

Your mother holds your ceremony attire, the pearls, and bright stones drip down from the dress, and the outfit glitters in the light. “There you are, y/n.” Your mother exclaims. “Get in here, we have finishing touches to do.”

Behind you, Kiri touches your shoulder. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” Kiri says with a small smile. She slinks off into the dark, most likely heading towards her own house.

Your mother lightly grasps your forearm, having you stand in front of her. “How are you feeling about tomorrow?”

You shrug, heat starting to crawl up your neck. You know she’s referring to what’s will happen after the ceremony. “Mom,” you say, averting your gaze from hers. “We don’t have to have that talk.”

Your mother raises her eyebrows, lifting her arms up in defense. “If you say so, I was just going to offer you an answer to any of your questions.”

You shake your head at the thought but before you could respond, your mother changes the topic.

“Now,” she says, stepping back to look at you. “Let’s do some finishing touches.”

For the next hour your mom primps you. To distract you, you imagine what tomorrow will be like. When Neytiri had come over, your mother and she had discussed the itinerary for the day of the ceremony so you had a good idea of how it would all play out.

First, the ceremony will occur, Jake, Neytiri, your mother, your father, and Moat will stand on the alter with you and Neteyam, requesting your vow to promise to protect and lead the Omatikaya people. Then there will be a clan meal except you and Neteyam will break away for your own personal ceremony. That part brings chills up your arms and spine.

Finally, your mom taps your shoulder, your eyes flickering open. “You keep dozing off, you can go to bed now. Just make sure to put your hair up so you don’t mess it up while you sleep.” You nod, groggy with sleep. Before you got far away, your mom wrapped you in a hug. “If you’re nervous, don’t be.” She kisses the top of your head and then gives you a soft nudge into your room.

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Before you can even comprehend, you’re in your ceremony dress; Neytiri and your mother pulling your hair into a style, your dress being tapered to your torso as you stand back in the living room. Your stomach is in a knot, knowing that a grand ceremony and big responsibilities await outside. You bite your lip thinking about it.

“You look beautiful,” Neytiri says, standing in front of you. Her big, gold-flecked eyes observe your face, taking in your emotions. “You’re nervous. Don’t be, we’ll all be up there with you.”

You hum softly, slightly comforted with that fact. It’s not just you on the stage, yours and Neteyam’s family will stand on the platform with you. “I know, but still,” You say. Neytiri shakes her head, waving her hand.

Behind her, your mom tugs at her dress and you can’t help but smile at her excitement. While her pressure on you has been annoying when you were growing up, you, too, would most likely react the same way if you were in her position.

Your living room door opens a crack and Jake sticks his head in. “Ready ladies?” Jake says, eyeing you. “Y/n, you look great.” You smile in response, bowing your head towards Jake.

Neytiri and your mom stand beside you, their arms looping into yours. “Are you ready?” your mom whispers to you. You look down at the floor, taking in what’s about to happen. You think about how you and Neteyam’s relationship has evolved over the past few weeks. It gives you hope for the future and what awaits for both of you.

Jake disappears behind the door and it’s you, your mom, and your soon-to-be mother-in-law alone. Together, you all venture out the door and towards the center of the village. Every step you take feels like you’re floating, and you feel confidence and excitement growing within you.

After a short walk, you approach your ceremony, the clan looking back to see you. Ahead, your father, Jake, Neteyam and Moat stand. Even from far away you can see Neteyam’s smiling at you. Neteyam’s breath is almost taken completely away, his mind in awe of how beautiful you look.

Neytiri and your mother hold you at your arms, and you’re thankful for that. You feel your knees get weak approaching the platform, but the mothers are there to support you the entire way. Neteyam looks beautiful as he stands in Omatikaya traditional clothing.

You take the steps to the platform one-by-one, and you are now in front of the whole clan, your friends, your future family, your enemies, and Neteyam. You face Neteyam, taking his hands that are outstretched to you.

The ceremony begins.

The ceremony lasts close to an hour, prayer and song laced within the statements made by your family and Neteyam’s. Each family member must make commitments to support you and Neteyam’s time in leadership. Finally, the attention turns towards you and Neteyam.

“Neteyam and Y/n,” Jake says to you and his son. “Do you promise to work together, physically and in spirit, to protect the Omatikaya people and their land.”

You nod, looking from Jake to the clan that is splayed out in front of you. All the faces you recognize, and you feel complete honor to lead such a peaceful yet fierce clan. You are flashed back to when you were just a young na’vi, dangling on some of their hands and legs, and now you stand in front of them as their future leader. “Yes, I do.” Neteyam follows too, knowing he would do anything for the clan he loves.

Jake smiles looking at you and Neteyam. Despite your previous rivalry, Jake knew that you would come around to each other and would protect the clan until you passed the torch to your own children. Neytiri, too, gazed at her son and you in amazement, hoping you can lead the clan in peace and never deal with the tragedies her parents and now her and Jake have endured.

“I’m pleased to make it official that Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk’itan and y/n as the future leaders of the Omatikaya clan and Neytiri and I’s replacement if anything should happen to us. I believe, wholeheartedly, that they will lead the clan with love and commitment, under Eywa, until the pass.” Jake says, and immediately the clan begins to cheer.

Your parents rejoice as well, providing happy smiles towards you and your new mate. Neteyam pulls you close to him, his face hidden from the audience by your long braids. He plants a kiss on the nape of your neck, his scent filling your nose. Your knees get weak again, the thought of what’s to come making your stomach twist with anticipation. But first is the clan meal.

You are seated, next to Neteyam, at the head of the table. Your parents sit on your side of the table, Jake and Neytiri on Neteyam’s side. The table is long, making a place for every clan member. An incredible amount of food is place on the length of the table, ensuring that everyone’s stomach will be filled. You make a note in your head to thank the na’vi that spent so much time preparing the food.

Food is place in front of you, but you can’t get yourself to eat; you’re too nervous. Neteyam can tell, and he places a hand on your inner thigh, out of sight of anyone’s gaze. Neteyam leans closer to you, offering a comforting presence. “Can you believe it?” Neteyam whispers

You shake your head, leaning towards Neteyam. “I can’t; we’ve known about this day since we could talk yet it seems to have happened so fast.” Neteyam smiles at you, brush your braids behind your shoulder. “You look beautiful.” He says, his eyes gazing down your body. You blush under his gaze.

You pick on your food, trying to intake some food, but you feel too nervous to even function. Clan members whisk by, congratulating you and your mate. You try to be present, thanking them for their kind compliments, yet your mind is stuck on what’s to come.

You heart thumps against your chest when Jake leans towards Neteyam. Jake touches Neteyam’s arm, gaining his son’s attention. “I think it’s a good time to sneak away so you can… you know.” Jake says, shifting his eyes towards you. You try to pretend not to hear, and act as if you are taken aback when Neteyam leans towards you. You don’t want to come off as too nervous. “Are you ready?” Neteyam asks.

You swallow, trying to take a deep breath. You nod and take Neteyam’s hand when he stands up. Thankfully, the rest of the clan is too busy celebrating and in conversation with each other to notice you and Neteyam sneak away.

The Tree of Voices is not a far walk from the center of the village, only a few hundred feet away. Your feet seem to carry you to the location, your hand getting sweaty with Neteyam’s. The tree ignites brightly against the darkening sky, and it take your breath away. You’ve been here a million times, yet it looks completely new to you. You and Neteyam stand at the center of the tree, and you face each other.

“Are you nervous?” Neteyam asks, brining you closer to him.

You shake your head and Neteyam cocks his head to the side. “Are you sure?” You sigh heavily, pressure leaving your chest. “I’m really nervous.”

Neteyam laughs, snaking his arms around your waist and clasping behind your back. His face dips down, his lips hovering yours. “Don’t be,” Neteyam says, his lips inching closer. “I’ll take good care of you.” With that, his lips crash into yours.

Your eyes flutter shut, your hands grasping his strong biceps. They muscles feel bigger under your touch and you wonder how hard he’s been working out lately. Swiftly, Neteyam navigates your body to the soft ground, making sure to place you down gently. Your lips move in synch, your tongues flicking against each other. Again, you feel a pit growing inside of you and you begin to feel hungry for Neteyam. You sigh softly against his lips, the anticipation beginning to eat away at you.

You spread your legs apart, allowing Neteyam to rest between them. He fits perfectly as he arranges himself comfortably on top of you. His hands and fingers trail down your torse, leaving goosebumps on your skin in their wake. Your fingers lace into his hair, bringing his mouth deeper onto yours. Neteyam pulls back, only to move to kiss the skin along your neck, collarbone, and stomach. You begin to fold, feeling his kisses get closer to your core.

Neteyam lets his kisses trail downwards until he meets the band of your embellished loincloth. Neteyam sits up, leaning on his knees. He hooks his fingers into the band of your loincloth, beginning to pull them down your thighs. You swallow hard again, knowing your core is now exposed to Neteyam.

Beneath him, Neteyam gazes at you with love and lust. The way Neteyam feels about you amazes him; he never thought he would feel such a way for anymore. You are the most beautiful Na’vi Neteyam has ever seen. How did he ever despise you?

Once your loincloth is off, Neteyam tosses it to the side, repositioning himself over you. He begins to take his loincloth off, but you beat him to it, your fingers jitter with lust. You lean up, helping Neteyam slip the piece of clothing off. Neteyam’s cock bounces up to meet you and you try to nonchalantly take a peek. Your jaw clenches at the sight and you are impressed by his length.

You lean back, letting Neteyam hover over you. Again, he brushes your hair out of your face, a small gesture of comfort. “Tell me if you want to stop.” Neteyam whispers. You offer him a smile knowing how gentle and kind he’s trying to be.

Neteyam connects your mouth with his again and you spread your legs further apart for easy access. With a swift movement, Neteyam lines himself up with you and pushes himself into you. You gasp, your body adjusting to his size. Pain enters you but after a several strokes, the pain subsides into pure pleasure. You grasp Neteyam’s biceps, the pleasure overwhelming. Neteyam goes slow, taking in every moment he spends with you under the Tree of Souls. The pleasure is overwhelming for Neteyam, yet he tries his best to focus only on you.

Neteyam separates his mouth from yours, hovering near your ear. His soft moans echo through your ears and you’re glad he is enjoying himself as much as you are. “You feel so good,” Neteyam says, a soft moan interlaced as he strokes into you.

You feel like your lost in the feeling, never wanting for it to end. You feel present and connected with your mate, but you know the end is near. A build up in your core is about to burst and every stroke Neteyam gives you brings you closer and closer. Neteyam, too, is close, yet he tried to preserve himself anyway he can as he’s not ready to be finished with you. ‘Although,’ he thinks to himself, ‘this is only our ceremony night; there’s many more opportunities to come in the future.’

Your legs clench around Neteyam, as a strong sensation of pleasure courses through you. At the same time, Neteyam leans into you, his face buried into your neck. “Fuck,” he whispers into your neck. Neteyam finishes into you, allowing his last stroke to stay deep inside of you. Your back arches, your chest brushing his, and then you slump down. Your limbs are intertwined, as your roll into one being. Neteyam holds you against him, his fingers running through your hair. He places a kiss against your temple, his scent washing over you once again.

“We’re officially a mated pair,” you say in awe. “Future leaders of the clan.”

Neteyam hums, letting your head rest against his chest. “You’re the only person I’d want to be mated to or lead the clan with.”

You take his comment in, thankful to have had the luck of not only being the leader of the Omatikaya clan but to also lead it with Neteyam. You felt lucky that you were forced to learn about Neteyam in a different capacity and learn that he isn’t what you thought he was. But a funny thought enters your mind. “Can you believe we were enemies before? Now looks at us.”

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epilogue

Since the ceremony and your time spent under the Tree of Souls, you and Neteyam have been enjoying your time as a mated pair. The first several years you enjoyed being young, taking advantage of having your own home together. You cooked for each other, sometimes doing it together. You stayed up late, lying in bed in the dark and whispering to each other as if the room was full of people. You told each other secrets, made up stories, or talked about your future until the sun began to peek up behind the horizon.

You also enjoyed flying on your ikran together, and Neteyam would take you for flights when you felt like getting away from the village. He’d bring you to your secret spot, taking late night or early morning swims in the river where you and he had first spent time together. Every moment with Neteyam you loved and wished would never end.

The clan loved you together, confident that you will successfully lead them one day. You appreciated your role as the future Tsahik and you enjoyed tending to the clan with Moat and Neytiri. You also loved spending time with the Sully’s, combining your family and the Sully’s together for big family meals. Life was good to you and Neteyam.

A few years into your mateship with Neteyam, you decided it was time to have children. It had been fun finding time to be intimate with Neteyam; being future leaders of the clan kept you busy sometimes. Countless nights you stayed up with Neteyam, working with love and passion to bring life into this world.

It wasn’t long until you brought your first child into the world, a son, that looked so much like Neteyam. A year later, you and Neteyam brought a daughter into the world. You were in awe of the family you and Neteyam had created together, as it felt like it was just a short time ago that you were children yourself, Neteyam tugging on your tail or playing pranks on you. Before you, Neteyam grew into a man, and you couldn’t wait to see him as the Olo’eyktan one day. For now, he was an amazing mate and father, and you can’t wait to see what the future continues to hold for your family.

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tvgals · 11 months

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RYTHM AND BLUES

modern domestic! miguel o’hara x black! reader 🫶🏾

a/n - i have NOT watched the movie lol

probs ooc but it’s ok

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SCENARIO NO. 1

you wake up to the smell of eggs and bacon. a smile appears on your face. you know it’s your husband by the way he’s humming his favorite novela tune in his deep and oh so attractive voice. you slide your legs off the bed and stretch, sliding your feet into your slippers. you stand up and walk down the steps, also hearing the sweet giggles of you two’s sweet chubby cheeked daughter. “i can hear mami coming down the stairs!” miguel whispers to his daughter, shuffling somewhere downstairs. you make your way in the kitchen to see..no one?

“boo!” babbles your daughter, giggling as hard as she can. “ahh!” you fake scream, grabbing your daughter and blowing raspberries into her cheeks. “good morning, handsome.” you say to miguel, kissing his cheek. “good morning, hermosa.” he says right back, walking to the stove to pour the pancake batter onto the skillet. “smells good.” you compliment, putting your daughter in her high chair.

“thank you, cariño.” you sit down yourself and scroll through your instagram, liking photos here and then.

“all done. come eat.” you stand up and make a plate for you and your daughter, setting it on her high chair tray, kissing her on her forehead. “thank you, love.”

“anything for you.”

SCENARIO NO. 2

it’s just you and miguel in the kitchen dancing, your head on his chest and you two’s daughter at your mothers house. “you’re so beautiful.” miguel says, tilting your head up to face his beautiful deep brown eyes. “i can say the same about you…” you grin, standing on your tippy toes to kiss him on his plump lips.

“you’re so perfect. you gave me a beautiful daughter, a beautiful home, and a perfect you. you’re my world, amor.” he says, tears seem to well in his eyes. “are you about to cry?” you give a half chuckle, feeling as if you’re about to cry yourself.

“i know i know it’s just…i love you so much..how can i not cry when you’re so…perfect to me?” miguel picks you up and put you on the counter, putting his face in the crook of your neck. “i love you too. you’re so good to me. i’m glad to have you as my husband.” and with that, you two share a deep and meaningful kiss.

SCENARIO NO. 3

smut ahead (i couldnt resist)

you pant and moan as your husband laps at your cunt.

“shit..mig’ ,baby, slow down!” you groan, pulling his head deeper into your cunt. you can feel him pull away and you arch your back in neediness.

“dammit….so perfect.” miguel and you both perk up at the sounds of…crying. dammit. “i’ll go get her.” you say, rolling off of the bed and walk to the white and red framed nursery. “hey baby..” you coo to your daughter, putting her onto your chest. you can hear miguel walking into the nursery with you two, engulfing you two with his big and broad arms. “my two babies.” you smile, seeing your daughters loose curls splayed out everywhere.

“thank you miguel.”

“for what?” he asks, pressing kisses to your neck.

“for being a great dad.” you say, leaning your head back and kissing his cheek.

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robocoplesb · 8 months

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hope you don't get mad, nikki sixx. [2/2]

[★] part one

warnings: mention of labor, your daughter's name is ethel, fatherhood insecurities, anxiety, heather serving.

author's note: sorry for the delay🥹 hope you like it, work on it during class lol. good read<3

chapter two

vince ran to every corner of the hotel, cursing nikki every minute he went by without finding him. he didn't understand what was going on, but by the desperate way heather told him to get nikki and take him to the hospital, he assumed it was something urgent. he found the bassist at the back of the hotel, sitting on the hood of a car that definitely wasn't his and smoking.

“— nikki!” — he yelled as he got closer. when he got in front of nikki, he was panting and sweaty, which made the dark haired man laugh.

“— man, you look like shit.” — he said and then offered the cigarette to vince, who just took it and threw on the floor. “— what is your prob-” — vince interrupted him.

“— heather wants you at the hospital. now. i don't know, i think it's something with y/n. i saw her sleeping in tommy's car before they left.”

nikki felt all of his resentment go away in the same second, replaced by pure euphoria, even without having taken anything in the day. he saw vince's confusion grow even more as he started to run out of there, grabbing the blonde's jacket sleeve.

well, at that moment nikki didn't remember that he and vince had their own cars, and that they could have gotten to the hospital much faster. he didn't remember many things actually, causing him and vince to almost get run over several times.

“— IF YOU DON’T TELL ME WHAT’S GOING ON, I’M GETTING THE FUCK OFF THIS TOUR.” — vince said (screamed) to nikki. he felt a little left out, as if everyone knew something that for some reason he didn't. he had information that you were sleeping and were probably already in the hospital, but he still didn't understand why.

nikki thought he was the dumbest human in the world. he thought that was obvious enough. he didn't want to answer, being too busy thinking about the way he treated you moments before you went into labor and hating himself for it, but he knew that if nothing were cleared up, vince really was going to “get the fuck out”.

“— YOUR NIECE IS BORN, ETHEL IS FUCKING COMING” — it was enough to make vince shut up. a rumbling silence full of concern for you, that was the only thing that existed for them at that time.

it wasn't like heather had said which hospital they were going to, but on that tour all members and assistants were notified of how they should if you go into labor. that is, everyone received the address of the nearest hospital and tips on how to deal with you in this situation.

the aforementioned hospital was twenty minutes away, if you were driving. tommy got there in ten, but only because he went over the speed limit more than you can imagine. then, vince and nikki arrived within thirty minutes, both out of breath and vince thought he had stopped feeling his legs. they were greeted by a very suspicious receptionist, presumably thinking they were a couple of drunken freaks from the street.

“— my...my wife is...here” — nikki took a deep breath before continuing talking. “— y/n sixx, she's having a baby, our friends brought her here.”

“— sixx? hm, your friends tommy and heather, right?” — she asked

"- YES! Yes, Tommy and Heather, now please let me in. you need to let me in. my wife is having my fucking daughter, can you understand?” — and he would have continued to make a fuss in front of all the other patients if vince hadn't pulled him away from the woman, squeezing his arm.

“— sorry for my friend, but we need to see her now.”

they were shown into a waiting room, occupied only by a tommy who was nearly pulling his hair out and a heather who was just trying to calm him down. before they realize nikki and vince were there, a doctor appears in the doorway. tommy was quick to run up to nikki and hug him, who didn't know how to react. he didn't knew what to do or say, it was like for all that time there wasn't a single thing in the world that mattered more than you. and for him, it really didn't have.

“— this is nikki?” — the doctor asks, turning to heather.

“— yes, it's her husband, he's the father. our friend picked him up while we brought her here. how is she?”

“— she's taking it well. will you go see?” — he asked for nikki.

he didn't know how to respond. yes? no? usually the father was together at the birth of the child, right? but did you wanted to see him? was he even prepared? he knew this was not the time to think about it. damn, the child was already being born, but he still didn't know how to deal.

“— well, i don't know what that means, but the room is over here, if you want to go...” — the doctor said after some long ten seconds of silence.tommy pushed him towards the door, and then he just followed the man to the door of the room you were.

he heard a few squeals and muffled voices from nurses uttering encouragements for you to push harder. and that's when the desperation really hit him. that's when all the scenes of that night flashed through his head, in a cruel combination of several memories from his own childhood. he felt terrible for implying that you would not be a good mother when he couldn't even walk into that room. how could he? how could he get into that child's life, when he just didn't knew how?

he didn't feel the tears, but they were there. he didn't realize he was crying until he heard heather's voice from beside him.

"- so? what are you waiting for?” — she said with a clear tone of irritation.

he thought a little about what to say “— i can't, heather.” he murmured to her.

heather let out a wry laugh and pulled nikki into an empty corner of the hall, pushing him against the wall. “— what the fuck is your problem, sixx? did you freaked out? i heard what you said to her. practically the entire hotel, so, if you feel guilty or something like that, why don't you take the fucking responsibility for putting that kid inside of her? or do you want to end up like your father? you love that woman and that child, and they love you more than anyone in your life. if you don't do this shit, fuck it, but then you can bet i'll make sure you never hear about them again. never.”

it was like that, with those words, and with that woman's finger pointed in his face, that nikki realized that any insecurity would be useless. that he couldn't just give up.

heather pulled away from him slowly, and stared as if she could kill him. “— go." — it was harsh. nothing else needed to be said.

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you don't remember nikki talking to you during labor. you remember he held your hand until the end, and whenever his screams got worse, he started kissing your face, as if he could help in something. he asked you once if you got mad when you saw him in the room, and you laughed your ass off before saying that your biggest fear that day was that he wouldn't show up.

ethel was named by you shortly after you found out you were pregnant. he didn't know exactly what the meaning was, but he agreed as soon as you suggested it because he thought it was so sweet. you said it meant "noble" or "honorable". that's how you felt. at every moment next to your daughter, you could only feel things as simple as these. nikki understood after a while, because that's how he felt too.

that night, you lay on his chest, and ethel in your midst. you clasp your hands over the girl's, and you remember falling asleep while listening to nikki humming something.

then a few months later that melody finally goes to the studio.

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evilcowgirl · 8 months

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OH MY GOD YOU'RE ALIVE!!!! idek remember my username from when i used to spam u but HI?!?!?!?! i missed you so bad your theme is literally ADORRABLEEEEEEEEEEEE !!

since you said tlou asks are open, could I ask for a drabble w/ ellie? maybe one where the reader comforts her through a panic attack involving joel, or one where her and the reader are snowed in at one of jackson's outposts and end up confessing to eachother? i don't mind which one u pick :333

knuckle velvet ♡

ellie williams/reader

a/n: HI BABE !!!!! I MISSED U 2 THANK U SM :D eeek !! okay okay so i lovee this sm and ill prob. do ur second option soon too bc its soo cute, hope u like this hehe mwah <3

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You still weren't used to this, any of it, and nights like this one reminded you of that fact. The wind caused a whistling sound against the windows that frightened you awake when you were on the verge of sleep. This was nothing compared to the creaking sounds of the old farmhouse that only seemed to happen when you were already paranoid. It helped to have Ellie with you, her presence alone calmed you, made you feel safer. You were safe though, safer than you had been in months. It was just going to take a while to get used to that off-putting feeling of security. You laid awake with your eyes open, staring in the dark at the cracked window that was causing the noises.

You squinted at it, wondering who had left it open and why you'd let yourself get so startled by something as silly as wind blowing through an open window once again. Staring at it wouldn't make it close though and you pulled yourself out of bed to shut it. The moment you brought the window down the noises stopped, leaving the room almost unsettlingly quiet.

You turned around then, spurred on by the silence to face the bed again, searching the cream colored sheets for any sign of Ellie. Your heart beat could be felt through your whole body then. She couldn't have gone far, only an hour ago you were laying side-by-side, sharing body heat and exhales.

"Ellie?" You said into the empty room. It was dark but you knew the layout of your farmhouse well enough to get to where you were going.

You creaked the door open, looking down the short hall to the bathroom. It was slightly open, enough for you to tell no one was inside. You continued out, heading to Ellie's dedicated art room. You'd found her here pretty late in the night a few times before. It happened especially when she was far away in her head. She would lose track of time while hyper focused on her art. Most of the time you let her just until you felt yourself getting tired, then you would finally interrupt to take her to bed with you. You would stroke her hair as she fell asleep, staring at her peaceful face in the darkness. It worried you sometimes, how quiet she got.

Walking in you were met with many versions of your own face. Some pinned in place on the wall and some leaning against it, stapled to canvas. She loved to paint and draw you, it was a love language of sorts and you grew to appreciate it more than anything else. You couldn't imagine a more pure

deceleration of love than to create art in another's image. You felt butterflies every time you thought of her admiring you in that way, so intimately. The room was messy with miscellaneous items, strewn all over the floor and collected in crates with no obvious organization. it had been like this since you found the place, she never took the time to sort through all of her things, and put them where they should be. Still, you never took it upon yourself to touch anything in that room. it was her safe place and you wanted to keep it that way.

The next place to check was downstairs. As you traveled down, felt the air grow colder. You shivered at feeling the coolness on your bare legs and arms, it made you want to hurry back to bed. Not without Ellie though.

"Ellie?" You called out louder than you had before, stepping into the dining room.

Ellie's plate was still there from dinner. She always forgot to clean up after herself but you didn't mind doing it for her. after all that time, you both spent surviving it felt good to live. To have dirty dishes and laundry to be annoyed and not wounds that required stitches and left deep scars. You grabbed the plate and brought it to the sink, placing it as quietly as you could. You were starting to get nervous now. Your chest feeling tight as you wandered. She had to be here. Nothing bad was supposed to happen to either of you while you were here, she promised you that.

The living room was left. It was your favorite part of the house so far. You'd put so much effort into decorating it. Putting things together as nicely as you could like you'd seen in magazines from before. Ellie thought it was a bit silly how much effort you put into getting everything together but in the end she was able to appreciate it too, mostly because it made you happy. She loved seeing you happy.

A sigh of relief passed through you when you saw her. It felt like something heavy had been lifted off of you and you were endlessly grateful.

"What are you doing in here? I was looking for you." You told her. She was standing near the window with her back to you. Her short hair still a little messy from being in bed. When you were close enough you reached up to run a hand through it which caused her to flinch away from your touched. Shocked, you took a step back, your lips parted in confusion.

"Ellie, look at me." You said to her softly. You gave her about half a second before your hands were on her shoulder, pulling her to turn and face you.

When you did your saw how wet her face was by the moonlight pouring in. Her cheeks were reddened and her eyes glossy and darkened like a pond at night. You could tell she'd cried, hard, even if she hadn't noticed it herself. Aside from that you noticed the distraught look in her eyes as she looked at you. More accurately, looked straight past you.

"Come sit with me, okay?" You said to her, grabbing a trembling hand to guide her over to the couch with you. She let out a shaky breath, almost getting a word out but failing miserably. You rubbed your thumb over her knuckles to let her know that it was okay. That she didn't have to say or do anything.

"Just breathe for me, I'm here, you're safe." You reminded her. Her eyebrows were still drawn together tightly as she looked down at her hands, they were still trembling quite a bit and just the sight of them seemed to upset her. All you could think to do was grab them in your own to keep them steady. She was warm to the touch.

You wondered what was on her mind then, what she remembered that pained her so much. You probably couldn't even begin to understand. You let her rest her head against your chest when she was able to. You brought a gentle hand to hold her there, stroking over her hair soothingly as she let her tears fall silently without trying to stop them. She had seen things that changed her, things she wouldn't tell you about because she didn't think you needed to know. You never pried, only listening when she needed you to. She had done things that she hated herself for and sometimes you feared that you'd never know why. You weren't scared of Ellie, not once had you ever been in all your years of knowing her, but you were starting to think that maybe she was scared of herself. She knew that the destruction that she was capable of left no room for forgiveness. Still, even with all that she dragged herself through, nothing compared to what she was forced to be witness to.

It was always worse each time she had to feel it all over again.

It made her whole body ache and grow numb all at the same time. A sick feeling formed in the pit of her stomach that stopped her from being able to breathe correctly. She'd cry out for someone to save her, for anyone to take those memories back so she could finally relax after all this time but no one could. Her fists would never unclench and the heavy metal chains of revenge were unmerciful and stronger than she could ever hope to be. Her redemption would never come as long as she was like this, no matter how much she laid awake at night hoping to move on from what she's done, she still lusted for the same brutality that broke her down into what she was now.

She listened to you hum to her and whisper sweet words. As she tried to slow her own breathing down, she followed the lead of yours. Calm and steady.

"You're okay, we're okay." You told her. She tried her hardest to believe you. Focusing on your voice and the delicate feeling of her hands on her, she melted down into something more manageable. In and out became less of a challenge and more of a natural bodily function. She slid her hands under your shirt, resting there just to feel the rise and fall. With her eyes closed there was finally darkness and nothing else.

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"I'm sorry I'm a mess." Ellie finally said when she felt like a person again. The sun was rising now. You almost didn't respond, you hadn't heard her speak actual words in hours. The bright feeling you got just from hearing her voice broke you out of whatever haze you were in.

"You're my mess." You said looking down at her fondly. Her eyes were so sincere as they gazed into yours. Like your souls were touching somehow. You couldn't imagine feeling like this with anyone else. Ellie was strong. The strongest person that you had ever known, but she was still human, fragile under her exterior. When it slipped you always wanted to be there for her.

"We're gonna be okay soon." You promised her, placing an innocent kiss to her freckled cheek. She sat impossibly close to you, your skin starting sweat against hers but you both couldn't care less. It felt right.

She wasn't sure yet how soon "soon" would be, and neither were you. All that she hoped was that she'd last that long with her rage sitting dormant.

#ellie williams x reader #ellie tlou #ellie the last of us #ellie williams angst #the last of us fanfiction #tlou part 2 #tlou fanfiction #ellie tlou fanfic

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sulfies · 17 days

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can you spill more abt that self insert of yours? 👁️👁️

Oh boy oh boy can I? (big yapping incoming) (typo and grammar massaccare of 2024)

He is a self insert OC Assassin from the Ottoman brotherhood (bc Im Turkish) and he is 23 (bc I am)

not a secret mentor or anything lol I was just joking in the first post making a mary sue.

I imagine he is similar or one above than whatever Yusuf’s rank is (I have yet to play Revelations :,p ) tho I do not know what time he should be in, Realistically if no time travel happened he would be in same time as Yusuf but I dont want Gilf Ezio (sorry) but if its Ezio, Alt and Desmon togather timeline probobly he is in around AC2 Brotherhood time. (maybe he came by Italy to do a mission and dropped by the hideout)

He is ethnically Balkan or/and Greek (bc I am) which probobly means he was taken to Constantinople as a teen or kid to eighter be sent to Jenniserrie training or the male-harem.

Small history lesson:

- Devşirme was the name of the practice where Ottoman empire basically enslaved young Greek,Balkan,Ukranian,etc etc boys and inserted them into an Elite military (Janniserries) even the Sultans themselves were scared of bc they were known to start coups and kill Sultans(they got a salary and are socially above the commonfolk but… military slaves non the less)

-Male-harems existed, again Balkan, Romanian, Slavic and greek etc people were often the main people in the harems (fun fact nearly no Sultan is Turkish due to this lmao they are all mixed), once again their status were above the common folk and they were well taken care of (the older males could even become gov officals after) but slavery non the less.

Idk if I want him to escape the harem or Jenniserrie for his edgy backgrund but maybe he did few years of training, cought the eye of the Sultan and escaped the moment someone was like “you have been promoted to an elite employeeee, u won harem lotterry” . Probobly wandered the streets a bit, got into hella fights till an Assassin picked him up escaping a group of soliders. Maybe it was an older dude who saw him when they were both in training

He is basically based off my own ethnicity and its context to the time and sociatal goings of that era lol (which was hella gay… very gay… too gay almost)

He probobly has some traditional slavic leg,hand and arm tattoos (bc I have em but also) mostly bc around those times (nearly always women) used to tattoo themselves in those motifs to remember their christian roots and their culture (that Ottoman tried to erease) and also to make themselves less appealing to Ottoman Harem/ Devşirme recuiters :,D

For his name, Maybe to be on the nose… Adem? (Turkish ver of Adam) so he is tied to the apples in a fun way? Or Poyraz (means a northern wind) since the meaning is similar to my own name?

He doesnt grow much facial hair (bc I am also stuck w a weak beard) but he refuses to get rid of it no matter how much others tease him bc he is like “I aint getting courted by random crazy men ew” (I dont irl also bc I desperetly believe it looks good…I refuse to open my eyes)

History lesson 2:

-facial hair was important in Ottoman times, It LİTTERALLY determined your gender and how you were approached.

-Socially and in Litriture Ottoman almost had 3 gender roles; Men, Boys (Oğlan) and Women. Once a man grew a beard he would “transition” from being a boy.

-Romantically having a beard versus not determined if you were to be courted or court. Bearded man were called “Lovers” while NON-bearded were called “Beloveds” (yes more often the boys were underage :/ for the sake of history lesson lets…. try to ignore that like ancient greeks)

there is many gay ass poems ^

He got all the mentall illness coctails that I got bc why not make it worse fr him. I imagine him sarcastic and catty, Claudia prob loves taking him to shop around bc he always got something to fckn say about everyone. Big gossipper. Hides the fact that he hates being as short as he is very well (im like… 165? 5’5-4?). If in Yusuf time, nearly BFFS (if im not inserting myself into the throuple (bc Its my self insert and I CAN BE AS CRINGY AS I WANT) he would end up w Yusuf)

Him about others:

Ezio: will never stop calling him de la la la,likes him a lot, loves pranking and teasing him. Enjoys fake flirting with him till he takes it so far Ezio has to throw in the towel. Probobly teached him how to Oil wrestle and Ezio was like “Are you sure this is a real sport…” and all he did was sigh and say “I am so glad it actually is” as he admired Oiled up Ezio

Altaïr: loves mocking whatever big words he uses all the time. calls him “Big boss” just to see his eye twitch with cringe. Knows he can get away with shit if he acts stupid enough. Altair knows he is not that stupid but is impressed(deragotory, fondly) how low he is willing to go.

Desmond: clearly his favorite (im biased sue me) obvious by how much softer he acts around Des. Ezİo falls he laughs, Des falls “My leige, hop on my back”. Is facinated by his piercings and begs him to help him get some. Desmond desperetly wishes he could invent some ADHD Meds for him. Des also finds him strangely comforting, can imagine himself back in 2010s almost…

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Idk im not rlly a self insert person so thinking about him was hard and I also dont wanna make my oc “the main character” in this au so I dont really wanna give him any secret powers or anything.

Maybe some edgy gnarly scars on his back from a past mission where he came in contact with an apple? Maybe when he touched the apple he was supplied that canonly he doesnt exist and he is just a fan created being and has a whole issue about it? I can imagine a sad scene of him crying like “You dont understand, You exist! even as some damn video game you do and people know you they cannot deny you exist. ME? all I am is some weirdos self writing, not even enough to be in canon. Does anything I do matter?” lololol

Thats all I got for him for now lol but feel free to ask more:p Im also open to ideas for him.

sorry for the yapping and history lesson… here is some more fun facts:

-Oğlancılık (male prostitution) was pretty respected they were seen like any other tradesperson in some parts

-a Paşa tried to ban under 30 males from being washers in Turkish Hamams due to them also being sex workers and litterally everyone was so mad he got replaced

-dancers in coffeehouses wore the same fit no matter the gender so boys and girls looked the same (once again they were also sex workers)

-one time a jewish boy caused such a big fight between janniserries the sultan had to threathen to kill 40 man from each side if they didnt stop

-Draculas are real people and RADU the beutyfull (his OFFİCİAL NAME) had a full on recorded relationship with Sultan Mehmet2 :p

- Gay shit was legalized in 1853 mostly bc they never rlly punished it….

for the girlies

-in harems the girls couldnt order things like cucumbers or carrots to their rooms w out it being cut up :p

#art #oc #sorry for the lenghty yapping #I wasnt lying when I said I have written pages upon pages on this lmoa #more than about my oc this became about the ottoman empire #once I Get to revelations I will be insufferable I fear #yusuf tazim #asks #ignore typos and bad grammar as always I beg

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dontfindmeimscared · 3 months

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Sorry I have a few questions, I just really like this idea,

1 - is there anything you can tell us about your au?

2 - Like is Leo kinda fused with the tech or can he take it off?

3 - Does he get a bit possessive over it? I feel like his mind might be all over the place if he’s been in the PD

4 - what will the others think of it?

I had more but I can’t remember then 🙈 but I really can’t wait to see more

Don't apologise! I love answering questions about my aus :D

1. I'm trying to think of something that isn't too spoilery? Just gonna list a few things about it. I think I said before that it's gonna have a happy ending, Leo's gonna get home eventually but the Prison Dimension also runs on slightly different time so he's gotta survive for a good bit before that. Oh yeah, Mikey can't open the portal at the end of the movie - they have to open it like how the foot clan did so that's some extra time for Leo to bond with the Krang ig. I also really wanna go a little into some of my own headcanons about the Krang when they were in the PD which I think will be really cool when I get to draw them :]

2. Yes and No. The mask comes off and the arm/leg protectors can probably get removed too but Leo built the chestplate thing around himself to protect his shell so homeboy is stuck in that thing. (His shell likely also fused to the metal when it was healing so it wouldn't come off easy)

3. Yep! The chestplate especially since it's a pretty important source of protection for him. His family would probs want rid of the armour as soon as possible but Leo would be pretty reluctant to let any of it go.

4. They hate it! Donnie wanted to cut Leo out of that chestplate the moment he was home safe but Leo refused for ages to let him anywhere near it. Casey Jr also really hates the mask so Leo would hide that in his room until he'd be ready to get rid of it. They're all pretty worried about him for a long time afterwards and Leo not letting them treat his shell does not help in the slightest.

#anonymous #ask #if you remember the other questions please ask them!#I love talking about my boy :D #ktech ask #'armour' armor oh god juno vs american english #thanks so much btw #glad you like the au :]

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stateofcharles · 2 years

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late night talks - GR63

pairing: George Russell x female!reader

word count: ~ 1.6k

warnings: pregnancy (no graphic), fluff

summary: 5 months into your pregnancy, you wake up in the middle of the night finding George cuddling your bump while talking to your baby

a/n: pure fluff + dad!george because it’s the combo i need after sunday, written in just a bunch of hours and prob it’s not entirely what i had in mind but i’m still quite proud of it <3 (ps SORRY FOR THE GIF FORMAT BUT ITS LITERALLY PERFECT FOR THIS STORY)

A couple of months before…

When you realised the pregnancy test had turned out to be positive your heart skipped a beat. You and George had been together for a little more than 2 years and living together only for 6 months; a baby was not in your plans, especially since he had joined Mercedes that year and he was totally immersed in the work with his new team, one of the things he cared the most about in his life.

Then you were slightly worried at the thought of having to tell him such big news. That same day you started reflecting on how to drop it, but your clumsiness had betrayed you.

When George came back from the factory that evening he went straight to the bathroom to have a shower and then headed to your bedroom to get dressed. You had left the test in your nightstand’s drawer but you had forgotten to close it. It was such a small detail, but George - who was obsessed with tidiness - had noticed it immediately.

When he went to close it he saw the little stick and, being naturally curious, he picked it up to check what it was. As he read 1-2 months on the small screen he went blank. It took him no more than 5 seconds to understand what it really was and he couldn’t believe it.

He was so lost in his thoughts that he hadn’t even heard you calling him from the kitchen. Since he wasn’t answering you had walked towards your bedroom and there you had found him, motionless in front of your nightstand and staring at the test.

You widened your eyes realising that George knew. He turned around and he saw you, equally shocked and not knowing what to say.

“Georgie I swear I was going to tell you it’s just- I discovered it this morning because I wasn’t feeling well my sister was insisting and so I took one but-” you rambled while you were fastly gesticulating, but you were stopped by his voice.

“Is this true? You’re pregnant?” he questioned. His expression was impossible to decrypt, you couldn’t guess whether he was happy, sad or angry.

“I am. I mean I think? I just took one test but you know there’s a possibility they might be wrong and-” he again stopped you, but this time you could say the feeling on his face was just pure happiness.

“We’re having a baby” he giggled, eyes glistening.

“Yeah, we’re having a baby” you replied in the same tone and right after you threw yourself in his arms. He lifted you up and you tied your legs around his waist, whilst he started spinning. His joyful laugh filled the room and you could swear it was the most beautiful sound you had ever heard.

“Thank you, thank you angel” he whispered in your ear.

Suddenly he put you down, only to get on his knees. He rested his forehead on your still flat stomach and then he nuzzled his nose against it. It was his favourite thing to do, he normally would do it against your face everytime you would lie in your bed to cuddle. It felt like the most intimate gesture between the two of you, and the fact that he was now doing it with your bump - and in the near future with your baby - made your heart swell.

You had just told him, but you knew he was going to be the best father your baby could ever wish for.

3 months after - present

Quite awake but with your eyes still closed you stretched your hand on the pillow next to you, looking for your boyfriend. You frowned when you realised he wasn’t in bed yet, so you turned your head to your nightstand where your alarm clock showed 00:51.

Damn, where was he?

He had told you that the team dinner was going to last quite a lot but you were now starting to worry. You had gone to bed early, pregnancy tiring you out, but you believed he was going to be home for midnight.

You checked your phone but he had sent no texts, you wandered a bit over Instagram but then you realised that sleep was getting the better of you again, so you slowly closed your eyes.

Though, just a couple of seconds before you could completely drift off, you heard the door opening. He was at home.

You after perceived his footsteps towards the bedroom but you kept your eyes closed. You knew him so well that you could almost see him picking his sweatpants and his socks, but not his t-shirt. Even since the start of your pregnancy, you loved sleeping with your head on his bare chest and he didn’t mind as long as you were clung to him.

When he finally made it to the bed you were tempted to open your eyes, revealing to him that you were awake, but he suddenly did something that left you unable to move.

You thought he was stepping under the sheets but he sat over them only then to lower his head so that his lips were touching your now prominent 5-month baby bump.

“Hello my little beans” he whispered to your skin and your eyes - now opened - filled with tears. You blamed the hormones but you actually knew it wasn’t only their fault.

“Today is an important day, y’know?” What was he talking about? WAIT- Had you forgotten some anniversary? Impossible. You wrote everything down on your bullet journal and you were 100% sure it there wasn’t any-

“Because exactly 3 months ago your mama told me that you are growing in her belly.”

That was the final straw. You started sobbing and that was when George realised you were awake. Though he didn’t move an inch, he was determined to finish his speech.

“It seems mommy’s awake, well she caught us. But don’t worry, I won’t tell her anything we said during all the other nights.” So was that a habit? Damn, your heavy sleep.

“As I was saying, today it’s been 3 months of us knowing about you, and it’s been the best 3 months of my life. When mama told me about it I was petrified, do you know? It’s not like I didn’t want you, but that was so sudden! And I also think I ruined your mommy’s plan of organising something fancy to drop the news, oops!” He was now looking in your eyes, and you could see there was a slight guilt in his, but you shrugged off, it was nothing important now.

“And sooo many things have happened so far! Starting from the first scan, when the nurse told us you are two I was almost fainting, but just after she let us listen to your tiny heartbeats and I’m sure that even there inside you could hear me and mum crying.”

He was right, the word “twins” had you both shocked, but it was nothing compared to the lullaby that their heartbeats were. It was the living proof there was actually someone living inside you, that you were going to be a mom and George a dad.

“And then a couple of weeks after we went and saw your grandparents, your uncles and aunties to tell them about you. Both your grannies cried their eyes out and then your grandpa Steve pinned the scan over their fridge. They’re all waiting for you to be here and they already showered you with plenty of gifts.”

The moment you told your families was probably one of the sweetest you had ever witnessed. Even if your dad was a bit hesitant at the beginning, since you and George had been going out only for a couple of years, when he had seen the ultrasound he had fallen in love like anyone else.

“Though the best moment is when I told Toto about it, we left him speechless, didn’t we? But we gained uncle Lewis, he has also brought you many onesies with his number on it. You’re gonna prefer daddy anyway, are you?”

He nuzzled his nose, again, it was almost a ritual by then and you were in total awe every time he would do it. It was sorta of becoming your family thing.

“Well I think that we spoke enough today, and I know for sure mama is almost falling asleep by now” He wasn’t totally wrong, in fact you yawned loudly and George giggled at it.

You pouted, “This mama” you pointed your index finger to your own chest, “is tired because she has two gremlins who play football everyday on her pelvis, so now come here and sleep with me.”

You were trying to sound bossy, but deep down you knew that when you were tired you seemed more like an angry, cute baby. Your boyfriend threw you an understanding glance, “I’m coming, let me say goodnight.”

He pressed two kisses on your belly, one per side, before humming “Good night beans, sleep well and don’t fuss so that mama can sleep, she deserves it.” He left one final kiss over your belly button before stretching to take place next to you.

As he laid in bed, you immediately put your head on his chest, hearing the steady sound of his heartbeat. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed you on your forehead. Then he nuzzled his nose against yours - there he was - whispering “Sleep now super mama, I’ve got you”

Yeah, you were sure. He was going to be the best father in the world.

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dazz-linglight · 1 year

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Hello, I came here from your Mingi A-Z alphabet post. I would like to request something if you do not mind.

I have requested this idea from other blogs before but I feel like the idea is just so broad that you can write so many different perspectives & I'd like to know yours b/c I love the way you write :)

Seonghwa+ praise+ corruption+ smut+ shy & embarrassed reader (obvs, reader is the submissive one).

You don't have too if you don't want too but hopefully you do.

Thank you xx

(thank uuuu and sorry for the delay <3) (ending is kinda open, tell me if you want a part 2)

You were currently on the couch, having a heated make out session with Seonghwa. What started as a simple movie night faded when Seonghwa chose to pay morre attention to your face and to caress your hip directly under the shirt you're wearing, so the movie were long forgotten and next thing you knew is a large hand taking place on the back of your head, pulling you into the most mind-melting kiss.

The feeling of is everywhere. His tongue in your mouth, his hands on your waist, his cologne making you feel drunk on him. It could be overwhelming if it wasn't pure ecstasy. The sexual part of your relationship was fairly new and you weren't exactly experienced before dating Seonghwa, so he's been introducing you to new things.

"Oh baby, you don't know how bad I want to taste you..." he mumbles against your lips, nipping and then soothing it with his tongue. Your fingers latch onto his hair, giving it a tug until he groans against your lips. Seonghwa maneuvered and brought you to his lap and laid down on the sofa, bringing you with him. "Want you to sit on my face."

"You want me to do what?!" You paused the kiss with a gasp, not expecting him to be so explicit.

"Will you be my good girl and sit on my face?" He questioned with a velvety tone, biting your ear and slowly grinding himself against you. You couldn't help but nod despite feeling your cheeks get hot at his words.

"I'll be good.." Your voice is breathless as his touch feels like fire on your skin. "But I never did that before. What if something goes wrong? What if you can't breathe?" You panicked for a moment and Seonghwa shushed you, making you look at his eyes.

“Shhh, I’ve got you.” Hee reassures you, letting his hands travel further down to your legs and successfully calming you down so you could focus on his touch. "I promise nothing will go wrong, princess. It's just you and me."

His body leaves you for a moment when to get you out of your clothes before he's bringing you above him again and you feel yourself growing wetter with each second at the same time you felt the urge to hide as your thighs get closer and closer to his face.

He breathes out before bringing his fingers to run along your sides and spine in a way that feels somewhat reverential, only to stop on your hips and brings you fully down, probbing his tongue a little before putting it to work, kissing the insides of your thighs first and later at your labia and clit. You writhe at the new sensation and Seonghwa is quick to hold you down, squeezing your hips as you moan in satisfaction, shuddering when a little groan he lets out vibrates inside your core. It feels utterly amazing and you can't help but rut slowly against his mouth, enjoying his grip.

You notice the pleasure building up to the point where it makes your vision blurry and you're losing control over your own body. Your orgasm approach quickly, sharp and all-consuming as you writhe in his arms while Seonghwa keeps his attack focused on your bundle of nerves.

Doesn't take long until your legs are giving in and practically squashing his face as you came hard, eyes closed as your lower body shakes with the intensity and Seonghwa only stops lapping at your juices a few seconds later when you gather strength to pull away from his face.

“S-sorry.” You blurt out in shame after coming down and noticing the mess on his handsome face, the excess of your juice running down his cheek, which he collects on his fingers and licks them sinfully, not breaking the eye contact with you for even a second. There's a low 'pop' sound as he takes his fingers off his mouth and bring them to your hip to pull you against his chest, petting your hair.

"Sorry for what, love? You did so well for me." He placed a strand of hair behind your ear, tilting your chin up to give you a long kiss, sharing your taste on his tongue and you can't help but hum against his lips as he smiles against yours.

Soon enough he broke the kiss with swollen cherry lips, staring at you deeply. He let out a laugh watching your flustered expression. “Aww look at you such an adorable little mess. Such a cutie.”

#linawritings #ateez reactions #ateez x reader #ateez smut #ateez masterlist #ateez smut reactions #seonghwa x reader #seonghwa smut

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toomuchracket · 11 months

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i see we’re on the topic of Ross yay!! not rly related to the picture but how do you think it would go if dad!ross room took you and eilidh on tour for a couple days. maybe it’s eilids first time on a plane and he’s comforting her and carrying her through the airport when she gets sleepy etc

baby eilidh! i really have neglected her oop. anyway. i think you'd probably wait until she was a little bit older to take her on tour - thinking 18 months/2 years old maybe? the boys are playing a festival somewhere not tooooo far a flight from england, and you and ross (and everyone else, really) decide it would be both feasible and cute if you and eilidh went along to support them. she's at an age where she pays a bit more attention to things, and she loves a) music and b) her dad and uncles, so it's probably an ideal time to take her to her first 75 show (ross and matty get SO hyped. they make her a little tour t-shirt, absolutely, and matty probs gives his goddaughter a shoutout onstage lmfao). before you go, you and ross try to explain that you're all going to the airport and going on a plane; eilidh hears airport and goes "bluey's mum?" (smart kid. also for those who don't know - in the eponymous tv show, bluey's mum works in airport security... a sniffer dog loooool) and then the discussion goes out the window because now she just wants to watch bluey. but eilidh's excited to go on a little holiday, and properly fascinated by the airport (if a little creeped out by the metal detectors and shit like that) when you get there. she's initially fine just walking with everyone, but then when it starts to get busier she clings onto ross's leg and then does uppy arms, so he picks her up and she just curls up against his chest (matty's like "me lol") and has a little nap before the flight. i reckon she'd maybe get a little bit teary on the takeoff when the altitude hurts her ears (although she took the sweetie you offered her with APLOMB lmao), and cling onto both you and ross until it passed; after that, though, she's chill, reading her little books and looking in amazement out the window. she's asleep by the time you land, bless her, and ross just gently carries her off the plane and settles her into the carseat you made sure to request in the car service. eilidh wakes up on the way to the hotel, well-rested and excited, and you guys just have the nicest time away and at the festival - she has her little merch top on with her denim shorts and vans and big headphones, she gets her face painted, and she dances about at the side of the stage for the whole show, party girl that she is (ross is like "oh she definitely gets that from me" lol). once the boys come off and ross has a little moment with his girls, they all get eilidh in a group hug and go "your first show!! were we good? did you like it?" and she nods excitedly and goes "again!", which makes everyone laugh - ross is like "no, dinnertime now, bean!", which excites eilidh, and then matty's like "then the afterparty, darlin'!", which excites her even more lol. but yeah, it all goes well and eilidh enjoys the holiday a lot (and so do you and ross - he gives you a kiss and says "i'm so glad you came, it's so good to have my girls with me" bless) <3

#mads muses #mads answers asks #ross asks #fluff asks #dad!ross

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desudog · 3 months

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@fuumusu

i just ended up taking pics of /most/ of my plush collection, LPS included, but this isnt all of them its just whos on my shelves

mtn dew for scale ref. what am i, bad dragon? well anyways.

heres my LPS. super small collection, im mad bc a raise in interest in "2000s aesthetics" made the market for these go up so theres like no more 20 dollars for 5 lots on ebay LOL...

BAB Tempest Shadow (one of my fave ponyyyyyysss)

all 3 of my Dotties. one of my fave BBs ever. sadly, the backpack fits jack shit and is built for a kids frame...

closeup of mini.. hm, whats that? the leo in the bg?

yup, those are my promotional 2015 FEF keychains. # swag. idk why theyre sideways.

i bought these yoohoo keychains when they were still first in claires. i remember i was at the mall with my grandparents. its one of those things youre kinda self conscious of looking back on, ive always loved stuffed animals so i would beg to go to girls outlets and didnt really get why i had to fight so hard to lol. the gloomy is from like 2 or 3 years ago hes just from ebay

disney world Duchess plush which i THINK i got while it was still brand new release. ive ALWAYS been obsessed with this damn movie and my uncle lives in florida and got it for me before i can even remember. she went in a bit too hot water so her long fur is all wooly but shes mostly perfect besides 1 stain. i didnt take her a lot of places so she didnt get messed up. apparently goes for 50+ dollars these days even if conditions not great.

for ref, heres a mint condition one.

and YES, all the other duchess's are dreammmmm owns of mine. shes uhmmmm <3

not all of my webkinz. prob a 3rd. i have the opposum and black dragon (?) somewhere too, and i THINK i still have the orange tabby. ive lost my blufadoodle years ago tho and was HEARTBROKEN. hes somewhere around here i just dont know where. the wolf is worth $$$$ but i got him as a freebie at a church sale :]

new and old torchics XD one of my fave starters

CoCo Surprise cats. I hate Luna the cat her arms are so weird. I just gave the leopard a bath last night tho and she looks great ^^. her arms are super long in front front so she sits good on flat surfaces (not: my bed)

i also just gave Lady a bath and restuffing! shes perfect fr. got from a sal. army

Pound Puppy and Pound Puuuurries. (what, no pussies?) (bad perspective shots, mb its hard to take pics cus theyre so long and i try not to touch them bc autism badtexture. these i found downstairs with sega genisis games so you can guess theyre probably not from a secondhand)

(lol)

Cody's black jaguar plush. very cute and high quality and big andwas just 20 dollars. has weighted paws. the only stufie he'll cuddle lol i guess its hardcore enough

Lucky's Simba and retriever (who is like SOOOO well stuffed, sadly no weights tho.)

a mint condition blue gellart i found at GOODWILL? and a dancing/marching bear lucky got at a dead& co concert.

my beanie boos. im mad about the quality fail on the one to the left, whos eyes are all weirdly close. -_- the lemur is part of a growing collection of lemur plushes lol

and my P. Lushes!

for some reason my Bianca has what i ASSUME is a design error that causes her to have wayyyy too short front legs so she leans forward and cant sit. ._. (sorry for no camera focus idk why it didnt focus)

and a extra older BB + a similar one who was painted to be scary as fuck by an alter for whatever reason and has sense made us ban painting any plushes

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princessg3rard · 2 months

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alright gather round moots, followers, and generally curious weirdos (affectionate) !! the long awaited princess lore 101 post is here !! <3

general fun facts

- I do everything in slutty gogo heels, including climbing the Eiffel Tower, doing prides, running, and presenting research papers <3

- the slutty gogos and a mini skirt (plus the word slay) have become my signature thing, and to this day people around me call those boots by my irl name

- I made countless people question their sexuality, even getting nominated as “couple of the year” with 2 of them (one of which i technically made cheat on her bf but like we were drunk and high as shit and I kinda forgot he was a thing (until I saw him in my dorm not 2 days later))

- I have very intense hyperfixiations that lead to very intense phases :3 my family still shudders in horror just hearing the name Percy Jackson :,)

- got my first head injury and first stitches at 3yo :)) they had to untangle so much blood from my curls it took like an hour and a half until they could actually stitch me lol

- all throughout hs people were convinced I was fucking one of my best friends which was funny as balls when u remember I’m a lesbian and he is gayer than a pile of bricks :) we did like to add fuel to the fire tho, posting each other in dresses and stuff like that (he was even my date to 12th grade formal and he wore my wedding dress from the year prior) so maybe it’s partially our fault too :3

the time I burned off my arms and got sick ass scars

so imagine me, little mx. violent fag, finishing my first matriculation exam in hebrew lang. me and my friends play a couple violent rounds of jungle speed before me and bestie have to run off to help the club. the activity is making small benches out of old tires and concrete, easy right ?? well, the supervising councillor tells us to just mix the cement by hand bc he forgot to get us gloves, so not really. it’s really fucking fun, we’re having a great time mixing and listening to music and chatting, but my arms start to fucking burn like crazy after a while. I ask the club president next to me and she says she feels that too, and it’s probs nothing, so we carry on.

at about the half hour mark, it gets a bit too much to me so I go and make a little round to my dorm, just to wash my hands a bit bc they’re feeling just a TAD too warm for summer. while I wash my hands, I realise that not only was it not nothing, it was chemical burns. from a bit above my elbow all the way down to my fingers, my hands were red and stinging and (gore warning !!) I could see my flesh thru the holes.

so I go down to councillors room and tell them I think I might be having an allergic reaction (it looked like hives for most of my hands) bc like omg I can’t tell them my arms are burning. anywho, me and the shinshinit tom get a ride to the clinic, where they drown my arms in rubbing alcohol and bandage me and send me on my merry way. I did have to actually go to hospital later bc of my arms, but didn’t stay long and my arms fully recovered just in time for my arabic final.

I still have pretty cool scars where the holes were, and I can write semi-ok (albeit with a slight tremor) :) another boy from my megama (major) got injured around that time (broke his leg) so it seemed like we were cursed for a slight bit there lol :3

the time I lost my appendix in a hockey match

this one is from Hanukkah of 6th grade. I played roller hockey for 3 years at that point, as wild dykey offence, and we were going to a tournament up north. the day before that, I have my last appendix checkup and get told I’m alright and can totes go on the tournament - but that night, I start having cramps. thinking nothing of it, I tell myself it’s stress and go to sleep.

once we arrive to the tournament, I start feeling it again, but stronger. I shake it off and go on to play, but it gets worse the longer I play, and I find myself on the floor after a stray disk hits my stomach. I get up and ask to take a break, and ask the mum that came with us to call my mum bc I think my appendix is acting up again. she laughs and shakes her head, telling me I’m making a fuss over nothing and that I’ve probably gotten my period - which I absolutely didn’t.

I keep telling her it’s urgent, that it happened before and this time I could find myself either on an operating table or in a morgue (yes I was an over dramatic little shit but it was actually true), so could she PLEASE just tell my mum to come pick me up ?? I get another annoyed no, one after the other. I try to go up on the rink again, but have to take a time out again after a couple minutes bc I feel like my insides are on fire. after a while, she gets my coach to give me the most patronising period talk ever, where he talks to me like a toddler and ignores that I’m in borderline debilitating pain. the thing is, I don’t show pain well, and most people can’t tell I’m in pain unless I’m like dying or crying (which doesn’t happen often), so they keep brushing me off.

I get tired of the gaslighting and call my mum up myself. she comes rushing in, curses at the “responsible” adults, and takes me to hospital no questions asked, and I find myself appendix-less not 3hr after I was told off by the angry mum and my coach. it almost burst, and I had to do emergency surgery and stay in hospital for 3 weeks. oh well at least I got an ipad and a cool scar out of it lol :3

#princess rard lore #this is the big one folks #jk there is so much more #wall of text #moots #i love my moots #slight tw #I do talk about burns #nothing too serious #personal #i am gnawing at the bars of my enclosure #mcr rox

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tridentgumfreshy · 2 years

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ꜱᴘᴏᴏᴋꜰᴇꜱᴛ- Obey me x Reader

Inspired by the one piece zombie arc.. Includes all the dateables plus a Female MC! :3 This literally sucks i prob won;t contineu it cuz it's so hard to make multiple ppl x reader i'll do them one by one

"Why must we all go to this "spookfest" Lucifer? I've got better things to do than to hang around some haunted area searchin' for ghosts and whatnot," Mammon whines, latching onto Lucifers leg.

It was that time of the year. You guessed it! Halloween. Where all the freaky ghosts and crazy haunted stuff appear. It wasn't really much different from an average sightseeing in the Devildom, except for a certain factor. Diavolo suggested that everyone should go to the famous rumored haunted town which was a good 12 hours away from the HoL. During this period of time, academies in the Devildom were collectively shutdown for 2 weeks to fully enjoy the festivities and fun the holiday has to offer. As per usual, Lucifer was ready to decline, until a brilliant idea popped up into his head:

He would use this trip as a way to scare the Anti-Lucifer-League and keep them out of business for a while. Even if it won't scare them, it'll keep them busy having something else to talk about. He would finally get some rest. So he agreed, and now everyone is in. As for Solomon, Luke, and Simeon, they agreed to come because they didn't have much to do. That amounts to a total of 13 people going to the haunted town. This included you, ofcourse.

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After a guelsome 12 hour ride, with Mammon whining on and on about how much he detested the idea of going to the town, Beel eating everything in sight, and Belphie, Lucifer, and Satan arguing about seating, You guys finally made it there. After meeting up with Diavolo, Barbatos, Luke, Simeon, and Solomon, you braced yourself for the worst part of the trip: Deciding the groups.

"I'm saying, I should be the one to go with MC because i'm their first, yanno?" Mammon argues, crossing his arms.

"Mammon you dunce. That's not how it works. Don't use your being her first to try and do everything with her," Satan intervenes.

"Satan is right! I say I should go! It's not everyday an otaku like me goes out to places like this, and MC would definitely keep me good company!" Levi says.

The rest of the brothers pipe in their complaints before Barbatos proposes an idea.

"I suggest that we don't split up at all for now. We can talk about groups when we're down on numbers or when we explore further into the town. Let's all stay close, hm?"

You gave Barbatos the "Thank you Barbatos you angel in hell my savior" eyes, before agreeing.

Diavolo lets out a hearty laugh. "Shall we get going now then? This whole town seems deserted, so we have a lot of places to look through!"

9 p.m

Finally, after a bit of exploring the town, you come across a wall. It really looked wrong when put with the things in the town. It was pearly white, while everything else was dark and really gloomy. For some reason, you felt nervous about the wall. Was it just the normal nervous? Of course you would be nervous. You're a human exploring a haunted town in the Devildom, which is haunted in it's own right. If this town has a reputation of being haunted, then it must truly be worse than all the things you've seen in the Devildom. Shivering a bit, you backed away from the wall a bit.

Noticing your action, Belphie asks you a simple question:

"Do you feel it too?" "That unusual air, I mean."

"Y-Yeah.. It's almost like behind that wall we'll see things we're not supposed to. For starters, it's weird how a wall is in the middle of the town, blocking us from going any further."

Before you could chat more, your head whipped around, facing the wall that now had a crack on it for only Diavolo knows why.

"Was that any of you guys?" You asked, before another shiver went down your spine.

A dozen of collective No's met your ears. This worried you.

"A-Are we gonna die? I don't wanna die in the yucky Devildom! Noo!" Luke started screaming.

"Luke, calm down. I'm sure there's a good meaning for all this. You'll be safe." Simeon reassures him, before walking closer to the wall and inspecting the newly formed cracks. Solomon, Lucifer, Diavolo, Satan, and Barbatos do the same. Belphie goes away from you to talk to all his brothers about something. You don't get the chance to ask.

Becausen that's when you felt it.

A hand.

Pulling at your leg.

You felt another hand pulling at your leg. Now both of your legs were being grabbed.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Was all you could manage before you disappeared from the wall, from everybody.

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"AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

Everyone froze.

"Was that MC?" Asmo asked, fear evident in his voice.

Looking at where MC was supposed to be, all that was left was MC's DDD and her...keys?

"Aw..Shit man." Mammon mutters before dashing over to MC's last location.

Everyone was thrown into a state of panic. Tears uncontrollably started pouring from Luke's face.

"MC's DEAD! YOU LET HER DIE! WE'RE ALL DEAD!!!"

Everyone started looking around for MC in hopes of finding her. Where could she be anyways?

"Everyone. Let's calm down. We can assume that wherever MC is or was taken to has something to do with a place past these walls. There's no need to panic." Diavolo said, sweat rolling down his forehead.

Deep down he was as scared for MC as the brothers and the rest were. But he had to put on a strong front, because it was his duty to never cower in the face of trouble. He was the Prince of Devildom after all. Belphie was silently cursing himself for not staying with her. If he had stayed, this wouldn't have happened, would it? Satan and Barbatos were investigating the area around MC. The dirt was messed with, like something had popped out from it. Like in the horror movies, hands pop out and grab a person...but that was just fantasy. He sighed. "MC... be safe." Barbatos, while not reacting any particular way on the outside was also a bit nervous regarding MC. He liked her just as much as everyone did.

Beel was nervously glancing around. Mammon was pacing around, trying to find some sort of opening that MC may have clumsily slipped through. None. Luke sat on the ground, reminiscing on all the good times he had with MC. "Where are you..MC..?" Asmo was trying to compose himself, seeing as it would probably give him a pimple if he worried too much. He was silently hoping that MC was safe. Solomon was thinking of a possible solution as for why you disappeared. He wasn't getting anywhere. Fear and doubt were threatning to consume him, but he fought it back. Lucifer refused to swallow his pride and act worried for your well being. He was desperately searching for traces of you though. Simeon was beyond nervous. Anything could have happened to MC, and because she was a human, it would be hard for her to defend herself. He wanted to use this trip as a chance to get closer to her, too. That plan goes down the drain..

After a little more pondering, Diavolo came with the conclusion to break the wall altogether. It already had a crack in it, what's the harm? So they broke a good chunk of the wall.

After reaching past the wall, they spotted....A mansion? Yes. A huge mansion.

Suddenly, they heard a scream coming from the top right building of the mansion. Was that a zipline? Was that a...coffin..using the zipline as a form of transportation? Their questions were answered as soon as they heard another scream from the coffin.. A very familiar one.

"Ahhh! Get me out of here! I hate cramped places! You fucking-"

"AHH! That hurt, DAMN YOU!"

"NOO, I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIE!! HELP MEEE-AHHH!!"

That voice.

"MC!" Everyone shouted in unison.

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You heard voices calling to you. From what you could make out, it was.. everyone, you think. The coffin you were in was dark, cramped, and constantly moving. You could tell you were in the air.

"Guys! Help me!" You shouted as loud as you could, hoping they would hear you. Before you could await a response, you dropped.

You were falling inside the coffin. Where to, exactly?

Thud.

The impact of the fall shook you. How far down did you fall? The coffin cracked. You were able to pry your way out of the coffin, only to be met by a pair of maniac looking eyes.

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"HELLO DEARIE~ YOU MUST BE MY NEW TEST RIGHT? OH I CAN'T WAIT! IT'S BEEN THOUSANDS OF YEARS BEFORE I GOT TO ZOMBIFY A HUMAN! COME ON NOW, DON'T BE SHY~" The Maniac looking...wait...zombify? ZOMBIFY? He meant to zombify you? That was it. You were gonna die, right here right now!

"N-N-N.."

"N-N-N?" Go on my dear!

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" You shouted, out of pure terror.

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"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" MC screamed, which sounded like she had gotten the fright of her life.

"We were too slow to catch her! What do we do now, Lord Diavolo?" Luke asked in a panic.

"She sounds like she's in trouble. We have to get there quick- What the fuck." Mammon says, meeting the sight infront of him.

Were those.. Zombies?

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heroes-villains-side-blog · 2 years

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Ice cream and kitty cats, part 2 🍦😸

Part 1 Part 3

Hero got out of the car, swinging the tote bags of ice cream over their shoulder, then ran around and opened Villain’s door for them.

“Um, thanks?”

“No prob. C’mon.”

They led them to their flat. As soon as they were inside, Hero immediately headed to the freezer to stuff the ice cream in. “There. We should maybe give it an hour before we can have some more of that wonderful eighth wonder of the world,” they sighed dreamily.

“Sure." Villain had started craning their neck suspiciously before they asked, "Where’s your cat?” They couldn't find any sign of the adorable creature anywhere.

“One sec.” Hero took one of the cat toys and jingled it, “Here, kitty, kitty. Psst psst.”

“What’s your cat’s name?”

“I haven’t decided yet.”

“Oh, it's new?”

“Yeah. It was a stray I took in a few days ago.” They eventually found the cat under the dining table. “There it is.”

Villain strained to see an orange cat sitting under the middle of the table. “Awww, so cute! Is it a boy or a girl?”

“I don’t know.”

“But the vet must've told you when you took it to get its shots, right?"

Hero avoided eye contact.

“Hero…Hero, has it got all its shots?”

“I’ve been busy! I’ll take it to the vet for everything eventually!”

“No 'eventually'. You will book an appointment right now or—” Villain stopped when they felt the cat brushing against their legs and meowing affectionately.

“Hey, it likes you,” Hero sat down and opened their arms, hoping the cat would jump to them. But it just retaliated by hissing and scratching, giving them a cut on their thumb. “Hey!”

“And it doesn’t like you,” Villain snickered.

Hero stuck out their tongue but it went ignored. Then, the traitorous cat actually meowed at Villain to pick them up!

Without prompting!

Hero was flabbergasted!

“Haha, it likes me more than you.”

“Hmph.” Hero squinted at the traitor of a cat. “It comes into my house, eats my food, then scratches me?” Villain lovingly carried the cat to the couch as Hero rambled on, “Not just that but it acts all lovey-dovey with my nemesis? Ridiculous!”

Villain raised their eyebrows at them briefly, then continued to scratch the orange bundle of joy behind its ears.

The crime-fighter pouted and headed to the kitchen, soon returning with cat food and a book.

Their nemesis was getting more and more comfortable on the couch with their cat — like this was more their house and cat than theirs!

Hero spared them a glare but set the food bowl on the center table without saying a word, then started reading their book.

The villain glanced up and did a double take; Hero was reading a book... about taking care of cats... that had the most adorable cover full of different kittens... with full concentration.

Villain couldn't help but ask, "So you'd rather buy a book than take your cat to the vet?"

"I didn't buy it for the cat. I already had it."

"Oh, you've had a cat before?"

"No." Villain gave a very confused look. "I saw this book on sale, and I always wanted a cat, so I bought it in case I got a cat someday."

"Oh. Okay." They sat in silence for a while. "Do you think the ice cream's done yet?

"I don't think so, but I do have some raspberries if you'd like."

"Fine. At least that's something, I guess."

"Be nice. Or you won't get anything."

Villain huffed. But that was quickly set off by the cat's purrs, making Villain smile and Hero huff instead.

Hero came back with a bowl of raspberries. Their guest ate one then, upon seeing its big eyes, gave one to the cat too. They both enjoyed the fruit while Hero looked on, probably jealous of Villain's effortless loving relationship with their cat.

Villain and the cat seemed to be very alike, thought Hero. They both liked raspberries for one. They both had the same colored eyes. They both were evil and villainous! No wonder the cat liked Villain more, they were practically their human counterpart!

It was almost like- like- Hero's eyes widened and they gave a smug smile that their nemesis was too busy with the cat to notice. Oh, they had the perfect name for this kitty cat. But they'd have to trick Villain to use it.

Wait. Why? Villain wouldn't be able to stop them from naming their cat whatever they want. And boy were they going to take full advantage of that.

"Hey, could you call a vet and book an appointment? I'm just not in the mood to call someone right now, y'know?"

"Hmm, okay."

Villain dialled the vet on their phone.

As soon as the phone started ringing, Hero said quickly, "I've thought of a name for the cat, by the way."

They didn't get a chance to respond as someone picked up the call.

"Hi, yes, I want to book an appointment for my cat- er- my friend's cat."

Hero covered their mouth and bounced in their seat. Oh, they couldn't wait for their big reveal.

"Yeah, it's a stray, recently adopted. No shots, no chip - not that we know of, I mean."

"Name? My- uh- friend's name is Hero. My name? Villain."

"Oh, the cat's name?" Villain snapped their fingers at Hero who had started giggling and bouncing.

"The cat’s name issss—"

"—Baby Villain—"

"—Baby Villain."

It took a second for their brain to catch up but Hero was already howling with laughter. Villain's eyes widened and they heard the receptionist on the line coo affectionately.

The receptionist gave them a day and time but Villain could only mutter a soft "Okay" before hanging up.

They barely noticed the cat- oops- Baby Villain- curling around in their lap and purring.

When they felt a hand on their shoulder and a "What's wrong?" were they finally pulled out of their daze. They looked up at Hero who was biting their lip, trying to hold their glee.

Villain shook their head, "I'm just…wow. You're really naming it after me? Why?"

"Well, you both like raspberries."

"So?"

"And you both have the same colored eyes. And you both are- um- tough baddies. I mean, cats regularly kill birds and mice and bugs. So evil. Like you."

"Oh. Oh, okay."

"And you're both cute."

"I am not cute!"

"You're both adorable!"

"I am not adorable!"

"You're the cutest villains ever!" Hero pinched their cheeks, then reached for Baby Villain too, but received a hiss so intelligently backed away.

"But," Hero sighed, "if you want, I can change its name."

Villain was still rubbing their cheeks, still red from Hero's strong pinches, no doubt.

"Keep the name. What do I care."

"See? So alike! You're both mean to me too!"

"Just get Baby Villain and Grown Up Villain our ice cream, you baby hero."

Hero tried to feign disdain, but were unsuccessful because they couldn't stop their smile when they saw Villain petting the cat in their lap like a movie villain.

Shaking their head, they got up to get the villains their ice cream.

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Inspiration for this part: 1️⃣ 2️⃣

Actual book I own that inspired Hero's book:

People who helped with this part/unofficial tag list: @world-of-fire-and-flight @eahravinqueen @just-a-space-rabbit @chaoticgoodthief

There'll be both heroics/villainy in the next part! Yay, so I found the je ne sais quois I was missing! 🤩

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