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dandylovesturtles · 9 months

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The separated AU poll (@tmntseparatedaucompetition) featuring my AU "100 Feet and a World Away" along with "New Phone Who Dis" by @callmehere-iwillappear is TOMORROW. We're up against Life Mission: Empyrean Bloodbath so I fully expect us to lose lol BUT I did say last time if we tied with NPWD I'd give us the next part of the "April takes the boys' pictures" saga AND SO! here! is April taking Leo and Mikey's pictures!

Vote for us tomorrow (if you want to)! All of these AUs are absolutely incredible so whoever wins is fully deserving~ Regardless, I will try to finish the saga with Raph's picture + Splinter getting to see them as soon as I have time (though it may take a bit because I have... bitten off a bit more than I can chew lol, and I need to get some other things accomplished).

Anyway enough rambling HERE'S THE FIC:

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"April!" calls Mikey the moment she walks in. He scurries across the plywood bridge from his rock to the edge of the pool and hops off the concrete separating wall, and hurries over, buzzing around her excitedly. "I'm so glad you're back!"

"Well I said I would be, didn't I?" April grins, fishing in her bag for the strawberries she's brought them. She gives two of them to Mikey, and watches as he shoves one in his mouth, smiling as he chews.

There's a splash and when she looks back, Leo is sitting on the containing wall, watching her like a hawk. She wishes she could hug Mikey, but she knows if she tried to so much as touch him, Leo would be on her in a second.

Something to work on, but not today.

"Let's get this over with," he says. "I got the info Donnie wanted."

"That's great! Good job, Leo!" she says. All she gets is a scowl in return, but she tries not to let it get to her. "But before we talk about that, there's something else I want to do." She pulls out her phone and waves it. "I'm gonna take your picture!"

"Whoa, really!?" asks Mikey, clearly excited, but before she can reply, Leo is inserting himself between them.

"No."

April has to take a breath to steady herself; she knows he doesn't want to hurt her, and she knows he's just a kid. But when he moves like that, stands over her and tenses his muscles and looks down over the top of his snout at her, she can sense how easy it would be for him to kill her, and her instincts tell her to run.

But April O'Neil doesn't run.

She exhales and speaks, voice steady. "Leo. I understand why you're concerned-"

"Do you?"

"-but I promise you, I'm not going to do anything bad with them. I just want to show them to your dad."

"Still saying you know our dad, huh?" he says, the suspicion clear.

"I do know your dad, Leo." She takes another deep breath and lets it out slowly. He has every right to be cautious, she reminds herself, even if this is eating into their time tonight. "Look, Donnie already let me take his picture. He trusts me not to do anything with it."

"Yeah, well Donnie-" Leo starts, but then he seems to remember Mikey is there, and drops it mid-sentence. Which is good, because April can handle Leo being a jerk to her, but if he started badmouthing his brother they would be having words. "I just... worry he hasn't thought it through," he fixes it to.

"But Dee's a genius, right?" says Mikey. "I bet he has. He probably has some way to make sure she can't do anything bad with the pictures!"

That's not true, or at least, April is pretty sure that's not true (she did give him the phone, though, so maybe...) but if believing that will help them be comfortable with this she won't correct them.

Leo hesitates again, and she can tell he's struggling with his doubt over Donnie's intentions and his self-held rule of trying to keep Mikey's opinion of his brothers positive. Apparently, the latter wins, because he sighs and folds his arms and says, "Fine. But you're only taking a picture of me."

"Awww, Leo, come on," whines Mikey, but Leo ignores him, staring April down.

April wants to argue, too, but she knows if she pushes, Leo will just refuse to have his own picture taken too, and they won't get anywhere. Furthermore, he has info Donnie needs - if he becomes completely uncooperative then she won't get that either.

Deciding to cut her losses, April sighs and nods. "Deal."

Mikey looks thoroughly unhappy, but Leo seems to untense just slightly at the agreement. "Okay. Let's get it over with, then."

He walks over to the wall where their scale and measuring devices are stationed and raises both of his arms the same way Donnie had. April bites back her second round of nausea tonight and shakes her head.

"Nope, not like that. We're gonna do something more natural."

It's easier in here without the fence to deal with. She considers for a moment, then nods at the pool and says, "Sit on the steps. I'll take your picture there."

"Ugh, fine." He moves to do what she says, flopping on the steps with an annoyed grunt. It's such a teenager thing of him to do that she almost laughs, but she quickly swallows it before he gets more annoyed with her.

"Great! Now... sit however you want to... yeah, that's fine," she says after he pulls up one knee and leans back on his arms. She pulls her phone up with the camera on, adjusts the framing, then says, "Fair warning, it's going to flash." He shrugs. "Now... do you want to smile?"

He thinks a second, and then he smiles - closed lips, no teeth, more of a wry smirk than a full smile. But the way he tilts his head as he does it is so natural.

She takes the photo. Then she gets in closer and takes another. Then she pulls them up to look them over.

Like with Donnie the lighting is dim, but Leo is still plenty visible, and April can't help but smile.

"Dang, Leo... I have to say, the camera loves you."

"Ooo, lemme see!" says Mikey, and April turns the phone so he can look. Immediately his eyes are sparkling as he leans in to see more clearly. "She's right. You look great, Leo!"

Leo is trying to look uninterested, but she sees through him in the way he approaches. She doesn't make him ask, just flips the phone screen his way so he can look, too.

He leans in, and she something appears in Leo's face that she hasn't seen since she's come to visit him. Something soft and vulnerable and wondering - something she's sure he'd never intentionally show her, but something in the photo has brought it out of him anyway.

"That's... me?" he says finally, like he doesn't believe it.

"That's you!" she says cheerfully, even as she's trying not to think about how sad that question is. Come to think of it, there are no mirrors in here, and any reflective surfaces would likely show them a distorted image - this might be the clearest way Leo's had to see himself in years. "Pretty handsome, right?"

Leo's eyes flicker up at her just a moment, then they go back to the picture. "Handsome..." he repeats, reaching up and running his finger over the markings on his face. Mikey is watching him, with an understanding in his eyes that seems way, way too old for a thirteen-year-old, and, not for the first time, April realizes he isn't as naïve as he acts.

Even though her time for the night is dwindling, April doesn't pull the phone back until Leo finally looks away. Almost immediately his expression is back to being as annoyed as ever, but she knows that's just a mask. One day she hopes he can take it off, but for now she lets him keep it.

"You said you took Donnie's picture, too," said Mikey. "Can we see?"

"Of course!" she says, and pulls up Donnie's selfies, picking her favorite to show them. "Here we go; I had to let him take these himself 'cause of the fence."

Mikey looks, his eyes going wide, and Leo comes to join him, something less open and more complicated in his expression.

"Look, Leo, he has the same color eyes as you!" says Mikey, pointing. "And a matching scar!"

Leo's fingertips brush over the scar on his face, but he doesn't comment on it. "We all have the same color eyes, Mikey."

"We do? Oh, oh, and look," he continues, barreling on without waiting for an answer, "he has purple markings on his arms! I think his snout's longer than ours, too."

"Yeah, guess so."

"And what's up with his shell? Why's it look like that?"

"He's a soft shell." Leo frowns. "You didn't remember that?"

Mikey blinks once, twice. "Uh, I think I did, actually. Uh, maybe." He's still staring at the photo, but April can see his eyes starting to get glassy. "I... maybe I knew that, but I never really thought about what it meant? I... I forgot what he looks like."

He sniffs, harsh, and then the tears start rolling. "Oh, baby," says April softly, while Leo just tucks Mikey under his arm.

"I forgot what my own brothers look like," Mikey says, his voice thick and wet. "I forgot... and if I forgot... I'm sorry."

"Nothin' to be sorry for," says April. She reaches out and puts a hand on his arm, glancing at Leo, but he doesn't do anything to stop her this time. Mikey hiccups at the touch but doesn't pull away. "What is it?"

"I just... did they forget what we look like, too?" He glances up at Leo, then sniffs again. "Will they even recognize us?"

April decides this isn't the time to bring up how it'd be hard to confuse them for anyone else, because, while true, it's not really the point. What she goes for instead is a different but still practical answer: she waves the phone at him.

"I'll show them the pictures, okay? So now they'll remember, too." She looks up at Leo again. "That okay with you, Leo?"

He jerks his head as he looks away from Mikey, and she can practically see the gears working while he comes to a decision. Much as April hates making Mikey cry, it seems it's worked in her favor.

Because Leo sighs, and says, "I guess if you're doing that you need to take a picture of Mikey, too."

Mikey's eyes go wide in surprise, before he sniffles loudly and then turns and jumps onto his brother, who holds onto him with a good-natured chuckle. "Thanks, Leo!" he says, his tears still trickling down his face, and Leo just sighs and pats his shell until he eventually stops.

April takes Mikey's picture, and he and Leo ooh and aah over it just as much as they had Leo's. She gets the information she needs, and gives a promise that she'll show the pictures to Donnie and Raph as soon as she can.

Raph... well, she's pretty sure he won't actually know what he's looking at. Honestly, April still isn't even sure if he can see.

But she knows Donnie is going to be ecstatic. She can't wait to show him.

#100 feet and a world away #my fanfic #rise leonardo #rise michelangelo #rise april #not proofreading because it's almost 1AM lol byeee

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bellysoupset · 7 months

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Okay, so I'm not asking for a mini-fic, but I just read the last Sicily fic and I NEED to know what Jonah's reaction was to Leo catching the bouquet!!! My life depends on it!!!!!!!!!!

LMAO

I know you said it's not a mini fic request but-!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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"Tomorrow's gonna be hell," Wendy giggled, throwing her arms around Jonah's shoulders and hiding her face in his neck. He chuckled, leaning back against his best friend's headlock and easing the pressure on his throat.

Across the bar, Leo was drunkenly jumping with Vince, Bella and Lucas and an assortment of strangers they had just met. Bella and Luke still on their wedding clothes, they had dragged up sand inside the establishment and that had been three hours and many shots before.

"Tomorrow?" Jonah snickered, swirling his warm cocktail and watching as Leo pressed his sweaty forehead to Vince's, a gigantic smile on, "they're so drunk, I'm not looking forward to two hours from now, let alone tomorrow."

Wendy let out a soft huff, then pulled back, squeezing his shoulder as she ordered shots for them both, "I refuse to be the sober friend babying the pukey drunks and you should too. Drink up," she pushed it his way and then Jonah caught her squinting her eyes, looking over his shoulder.

He followed her gaze and frowned, "what?"

"He caught the flowers," Wendy teased him, voice dropping to a conspiratory whisper, all playful as she jabbed his ribs, "Leo caught the bouqueeeet, this means he's next to get married."

"Grow up, Dee," Jonah scoffed, throwing back the shot of aged liquor. It burned going down and warmed him up even more. He tugged on his shirt, undoing another button. By now his shirt was almost halfway undone. It was so warm in the bar and it had nothing to do with the fact his mind kept flashing back to Leo across that tiny chapel or to the beach, as he dropped the flowers bouquet and turned cherry red.

"You grow up," Wendy scoffed, poking him again, "you can play it cool as much as you want, but I know the truth."

"And that is?" He glared at her and Wendy smiled brightly at him.

"That you're not cool at all, Jon. Especially not when it comes to him," she gestured to the dance floor with her head and Jonah couldn't help but look that way too. Lucas and Bella were being spun around, struggling to kiss every time they came close, but being pulled away from each other by the drunk group, "you asked him to move in with you five months in the relationship, honey, you don't fool me."

Jonah shrugged, cheeks burning, and kept looking at Leo. Unlike him, Leo had undone all the buttons of his shirt. Someone's tie had made it's way to be tied around his forehead like a headband. He had one arm wrapped around Vin's shoulders, one around some fucking stranger and he was laughing, wolf howling as they jokingly pit moshed Luke and Bell.

"If I'm not the maid of honor, I'll slash your tires," Wendy said, resting her chin on his shoulder and looking ahead to the group too, "have some restraint and wait until the end of the year, at least."

"I'm not gonna propose," Jonah said, a promise that sounded weak to his own ears, "we're only completing a year next month, I'm not gonna propose. You saw him drop the bouquet too, he'd run for the hills."

Wendy let out a huff, pulling back and grabbing his hair, tugging lightly on it so Jonah tilted his head back, looking at her upside down, "he wouldn't run at all," she rolled her eyes, "but I think you should wait at least six more months."

Jonah's stomach hurt with the amount of butterflies inside of it. He felt a little dizzy, with how little this decision was hypothetical. His mind had been made up long before he watched Leo catch the daisy bouquet and drop it like it was burning, it had been made up since the minute he watched Leo say "yes" to moving in with him seven months before and regretted not asking for more.

"Yeah, okay," Jon nodded, straightening up, "don't you dare steal my thunder and get married before I do."

"Hell no," Wendy wrinkled her nose, "wouldn't dream of it."

"Deal," Jonah linked his pinky with hers and she let out a snort, clinking her glass against his and throwing it back with one gulp.

"Deal."

"What's a deal?" Leo's voice was breathless, as he threw his arms around Jonah's shoulders and nearly caused him to fall off the bar stool. He smelt like seawater and sweat, his face was fully red.

Jon grinned, "don't worry about it," he cupped his boyfriend's chin, "do you want a water?"

"No," Leo scoffed, offended and leaned in, smashing their lips together, "I want you to join in the fun, c'mon."

"Yeah, c'mon," Wendy chorused in, poking his back and jumping from the stool, "let's go."

Jonah chuckled, grabbing Leo's undone shirt and pulling him closer, "in a second, we're joining in a second," he promised, nose brushing against Leo's, feeling his boyfriend pant from all the jumping around, forehead pressed to his, "I love you."

Leo let out a breathless chuckle, almost vibrating, "yeah?"

"Yeah," Jon nodded solemnly, "and I'll love you tomorrow when you're hungover in a fifteen hours long flight too."

"Are you sure?" Leo grinned, kissing him again, "I'll make sure to remember that."

"I'll love you tomorrow and every day after," Jonah promised quietly, voice almost getting drowned by the noise. He didn't think Leo had heard him at all, because the blonde only moved further in, lips brushing against his.

"What was that?"

"I said let's go dance."

#hi hello i love them #my babies #sicily part 8.1 #jonah x leo #mywriting

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crinkled-emotions · 1 year

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Oh. G. You lovely human. I've come to humbly request more Jake. PLEASE 🥺

Hangman xOC (Or dealers choice. Whatever you're feeling) and impatient and frustrated with a Slow healing break

Thank you! I hope 2023 is kind to you!

“Impatient and frustrated” with “a slow healing break” with Jake x OC please?

Ah, Kat... you know me too well! I have been couting down the fics to this one I’m not gonna lie 😂

I've had this ready for about a week, but I had to wait for my wifi to sort itself out which was a BLAST considering hotspotting my phone to my laptop is straight up just a bad idea lmao.

Everyone, meet my new OC; Savannah! Nickname is Sav and she fits in nicely in the same universe of my Rooster OC (her name is Dee, short for Development but also known as Dee-saster to Pooty and Pooty only) who is remaining in the background for now.

Savannah barrelled down the hallways of the Navy hospital, dodging and ducking everyone in her way. She spotted the tall, broad form of Rooster standing outside a room and yelled for him, narrowly missing accidentally running into a patient walking past.

“Rooster!”

“Savannah, hey. Hey, take a sec. You don’t wanna freak him out more.”

“Is he okay? What the hell happened? Rooster, I swear to god, let me through-“

“-he had to eject, Sav. That’s what the hell happened,” Rooster said. He refused to meet her eyes, darting all over the place which was very unlike him. As much as he disliked Jake, she’d never had a problem with him personally and he’d always been straight with her. When he still shifted nervously Savannah froze, assuming the worst.

“How- what- is he- Bradley-“

“-he’s okay, for the most part, but uh- Cyclone is in there with him and Mav. You might want to give it a minute.”

“Is he in trouble?” Savannah asked, the fear building in her stomach. When Rooster shook his head, she ducked around him and pointed at Coyote, Jake’s right hand man and one of his oldest friends.

“Hey, Javy. Is my husband in the shit?”

“Nah, he did what he had to do, Cyclone gets that. Sorry I called like that, I hope I didn’t freak you out.”

“Uh, yeah, I’m not gonna lie, you definitely spooked me.”

Coyote got up from his spot beside Bob on the seats and approached Savannah, giving her a hug.

“It’s good to see you anyways,” he said. She sighed, resting her head on his chest.

“How bad is it?”

“Well, it’s not good,” Phoenix said bluntly. Savannah lifted her head from Javy’s chest to glare at the other pilot.

“This is not the time to be quoting 9-1-1,” she said, but when Phoenix shrugged Savannah realised she wasn’t even mad because it was exactly something she would have done to cope had the shoe been on the other foot. Whenever Phoenix was stateside she and Savannah binged the show like there was no tomorrow- Bob had joined them last time and had surprisingly been down for the thirsting over the men and women of the 118.

The door to the hospital room opened and Maverick stepped out with Cyclone, his attention turning straight to his godson... who wasn’t looking all that great either.

“Come with me. The rest of you, give Savannah and Jake some space.”

Savannah watched Rooster and Maverick walk toward the exit, then turned her attention to Cyclone.

“Admiral Simpson, sir, how is he?”

Cyclone’s usually harsh exterior tended to melt when he was speaking to spouses. No one really knew exactly why, but they appreciated it nonetheless. Dee, Rooster’s wife (and another 9-1-1 binger), often commented that she appreciated the generosity Cyclone had displayed to her in the past, especially when it came to their kids.

“Well, Mrs Seresin, I have to be honest; he’s really lucky to only come away with the injuries that he did. The doctors said he could have snapped his back in two, or his neck, with the way he ejected.”

“And what are his... injuries?”

Cyclone stepped to the side, reaching for the door handle.

“Maybe you should go and see him, ma’am,” he said softly, so Savannah stepped into the room.

“Jake?”

Jake couldn’t even lift his head from the hospital bed, and Savannah could see from the door that he was flat on his back, completely silent.

“Oh, honey...”

Jake’s right arm was in a sling, right leg in a cast, and his face was all shades of black and blue. Savannah paused right where she was, a hand to her mouth. She knew she couldn’t lose it, not when he needed her, but her heart was going a million miles an hour and she knew he was going to lose his shit when the drugs had worn off. Swallowing the growing lump in her throat she approached the hospital bed, taking Jake’s good hand when he reached out to her.

“M'good,” he croaked and Savannah smiled despite the tears threatening to fall.

“I can see that, cowboy. God, fucking hell Jake, you really scared me. What’s the damage?”

“Pretty self explanatory,” he replied, gesturing to his arm in a sling and his casted leg, “broken collarbone and leg, some bruises in some very attractive places, and time off with a psych evaluation waiting for me on the other end.”

“Sounds like you’re lucky to be alive, let alone able to walk again.”

3 weeks later

Kneeling by Jake’s side of the bed, Savannah pressed a kiss to his forehead and gently shook his shoulder enough to stir him but not enough to make his collarbone hurt.

“You with me, Jake?” She asked softly. He hummed, frowning as he lifted his good hand up to scrub at his eyes.

“What time is it?”

“10, baby. C’mon, up and at ‘em, you need to do your exercises.”

“Fuck the exercises, they hurt and make me nauseous.”

“It’s not the exercises that make you nauseous, Jake, it’s the discomfort from the exercises.”

“Don’t act like you know what you’re talking about, Savannah.”

“And don’t act like you don’t need me to help you to the bathroom in the middle of the night,” Savannah snapped. They fell silent for a moment.

“I’m sorry,” Jake huffed, “I’m just...”

Savannah didn’t try and fill in the blanks for him, and Jake cleared his throat.

“It’s hard to go from the gym twice a day, dogfight training and constant stimulation to nothing. I’m batshit bored, my leg fucking itches all the time, my collarbone hurts and I just want to touch you but I can’t and it’s driving me crazy.”

“I’m sorry too, Jake. I’m not trying to assume I know everything you’re going through. I just want to help.”

“I can’t even- y’know.”

Savannah frowned.

“Pretend I don’t.”

Jake sat up, crossing his arms the best he could, the biggest pout Savannah had ever seen him muster crossing his features. She burst out laughing.

“Jake, I appreciate the thought, but right now? I’m just very fucking happy to see you alive. I don’t even care about that, there is plenty of time when you’re feeling better.”

She moved around the room, pulling their bedroom curtains open and passing Jake’s phone over. He did a quick check of his emails, yawning.

“Are you still okay to take me to that appointment this afternoon?” He asked, eyes still trained on his phone. Savannah hummed, opening drawers for clean clothes. She was still in her sleepwear despite being up for almost four hours- Jake had startled himself in the middle of the night and she’d found it hard to go back to sleep because her heart was racing almost as much as his. Eventually she’d given up and started getting her work done for the day so she didn’t have to worry about it; especially if the appointment went badly.

The unsettled feeling in her gut told her it was going to, and Jake wasn’t going to take it well. Coyote was on standby.

“Good afternoon Lieutenant, how are we feeling?”

“Not great, sir,” Jake complained as he settled on to the exam chair, glancing over at Savannah who took the crutches once he was settled. It had been a slow journey from their bed to the car, then from the car to the doctor’s waiting area, and then again from the doctor’s waiting area to the exam room. Considering Jake had gone three different shades of green and white, and he was now clutching the arms of the exam chair so hard he was probably going to leave marks, Savannah could tell he wasn’t comfortable.

“I’m sorry to hear that. Can you tell me a little more about what’s going on?”

Jake glanced at Savannah again, and she squeezed his good hand.

“It’s okay,” she reassured. The doctor waited, patiently, and finally Jake cleared his throat.

“I’m having trouble sleeping...”

As Jake started to explain what was going on; his inability to stay asleep for more than a couple of hours, the aches and pains, the nausea, the doctor listened intently whilst making notes. Finally, when Jake was done, the doctor gestured to his collarbone.

“Let’s start here, and see how we go. I want to get some more scans done, especially if you’re still in pain after three weeks. From there we can make a plan. Sound good?”

“Guess it has to,” Jake muttered. Savannah glanced at him, unsurprised to find him looking at her too. She sent him the most reassuring smile she could, but her gut still continued to clench.

The doctor put the x-ray films up on the screen for Jake and Savannah, gesturing with his pen toward where there was a plate in Jake’s leg holding it together.

“So, one of the screws has managed to dislodge itself, which would explain why you’re in so much pain. The break is a bad one, as you probably already knew, and it’s going to take a lot longer than the standard six weeks to heal. I understand you want to return to your career and your team, Jake, but I really need you to stay off that leg for as long as you can.”

“You- you mean... more bed rest?” Jake asked, horrified. Savannah reached over to squeeze his hand but Jake pulled away, eyes wide.

“More fuckin’ bed rest? It has been three weeks of nothing but bed rest and my wife having to help me to take a fuckin’ piss! I am tired of bed rest. No, fuck this, is there any other option?”

“-Jake, cut it out,” Savannah hissed through her smile at the doctor, trying to be polite but also ready to put Jake’s head in the ground. She could tell he was about to do a Hangman and be the biggest brat possible. When he tried to get up she put her head in her hands.

“Jake. Sit,” she begged. He glared at her, but did as asked. The doctor sat back on his seat, reaching for his notes.

“You still have a long road of recovery ahead of you, Lieutenant Seresin,” he said. Jake stared at his lap, and Savannah could almost feel the way he was shaking with frustration.

“Take a breath,” she whispered to him, turning her attention back to the doctor.

Back at home, Jake stumbled over to the couch and Savannah went into the kitchen, tossing her car keys on the bench and searching for a bottle of water. If she squinted hard enough at the clock saying 3pm, she could pretend it was 5pm. It was enough for her to wonder if it was okay to crack the bottle of wine yet.

“Sav?”

“Yeah?”

“Can you come here a sec?”

Savannah rounded the corner back into the living area, raising an eyebrow.

“You okay?”

“I’m sorry.”

She frowned, crossing the room to sit on the couch beside Jake, leaning into his side.

“The accident wasn’t your fault, Jake, it’s not like you chose to get hurt.”

“No, I’m sorry for how I behaved in the doctor’s office. I didn’t mean to- I’m just...”

“Impatient? Frustrated?”

Jake huffed, rolled his eyes, but then nodded.

“Yeah.”

“That’s understandable.”

Savannah snorted, reaching out to give her husband a kiss.

“Can I give you some advice?” She whispered. Jake studied her face for a moment, then he nodded.

“Always.”

“Take your time recovering, okay? The more you push yourself the more you actually set yourself back, and I know it’s the most frustrating thing in the world to you, but I need you to understand that if you come back too early, and something happens, you know they won’t let you come back for even longer if at all. I don’t want you grounded permanently until you’re ready to be on the ground.”

Jake was quiet for a moment. Savannah held her breath, waiting for him to start yelling. Instead, he reached for her and she buried her head into his shoulder.

“I love you,” Jake whispered. Savannah pinched his side.

“I love you too. Stop doing stupid shit, let Mav do the self-sacrificing.”

Jake pulled away from their hug, frowning.

“Hey, speaking of Mav, was Bradshaw at the hospital? I don’t remember seeing him.”

Savannah raised an eyebrow, nudging him.

“What, were you worried about him? I didn’t know you two were back to best buddy status.”

“We’re civil. His dad was killed in an accident similar to mine.”

“When I got to the hospital no one looked all that hot. I’ve never seen Phoenix’s hands shake like that. Uh, the others- the others left pretty quickly after I arrived, Cyclone and Mav sent them out- oh, hang on, I kinda remember Mav taking Rooster outside, and when I went to get some air I saw Rooster talking to Dee and he was smoking.”

“That’s not good. I’ll call him later.”

Jake winced and Savannah looked at him, raising an eyebrow.

“Are you still hurting? You can have another dose of painkillers now, I think.”

“No, I- I don’t want the pills. I just- thank you. For putting up with me.”

“It’s a struggle but we make it work,” Savannah teased, Jake rolling his eyes.

“You know what I mean.”

“I do, and it’s not putting up with you. It’s loving you.”

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theficplug · 3 years

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Taking Erik To The Beauty Supply Store 2 / Barber Shop With Erik

Erik Killmonger x Black Reader

Warnings : mature/sexual conversations?

it's a regular day in the stevens household. going to the beauty supply store again & the barber shop but hey it's fun cause it's you and your man.

First taking Erik to the beauty supply store fic:

“I could beat the brake off her lying ass. First of all, I should’ve known something was up cause she asked me if I’m natural. I said yes. She said well I normally do relaxed hair.. Then said you got to have your hair washed and blow dried already… Talking about she was going to have me serving 90s Nia Long. This bitch got me looking like big momma when she came home for that motherfucking party.” You continue your rant as Erik moves around the room looking for your body butter and your fluffy shoes to put on for the day.

You wanted a cute 90s pixie cut to go along with the theme of the maternity shoot which was like the cheesy 90s mall style set with the faded backdrop.

180 dollars and a lopsided , almost a golden bob later and you are still thinking about snatching her out of that salon.

“I’m gonna try and trim it up myself and dye it before the maternity photos tomorrow. But I’mma get two wigs just in case I mess up.” You explain to Erik as he begins to spread the body butter up your legs leaving a golden glow on your skin.

“Not you down there cackling after getting some hang time on the locs you been growing since high school... It’s quiet, ain't no back talk.” You banter with him and he stops massaging your legs to give you a look and laughs softly before giving you a retort of his own.

“You got a lot to say for somebody that can’t even lotion they ashy lil knees.”

“Your daughter been pushing against my organs for 8 and a half months. I don’t wanna hear nothing unless its about my push present. You know that I like rings… My engagement ring looking reeeealll lonely.” you say to him as you dangle your hand in front of his face.

“You look so fucking good today baby… Say, Big Fine, lemme get your number… I’mma eat the f-” he trails off kissing your legs and letting his tongue trail up it and you grab his chin softly.

“Boy if you don’t come on before you be late for your appointment… Can I stop and get a blue raspberry slushie first though?” you ask him and he sighs softly before giving you a small smile and nodding.

“Yeah, hold on let me grab your shoes and purse and then we can go.”

“And obviously yes when we come back before I install that lace front you can beat, duh.” you reply to him before giving him a peck to his lips.

After he grabs everything and helps you down the stairs. And with his help of putting you into his big ass truck you two are on your way.

“We’re going to get my hair cut first cause I already know you’re going to want to go to 2 different stores and it’s only gon’ take him about 15 minutes at the most to line me up.”

He wasn’t lying with the way that you liked to scan every section of the store before you left because to be honest where else were you going to get a pair of skittle shorts, bomb ass lip glosses, and a cute little panda hand sanitizer holder all in one place?

“Okay, sounds like a plan.. The way that I was supposed to have a hot girl summer this year and ended up with a damn its too hot for me to even put my clothes on mom summer. You really were not playing about trying to start a family on your birthday.” you joke as you crunch on your goldfish and look over at Erik.

“I think you just got finer through this whole thing. Watching my baby grow my baby is something surreal. In the beginning watching you go through all of the morning sickness and the body aches and stuff. I felt so bad you know not being able to physically take on all that was going on with you. I aint gon’ never not be appreciative and awe of you.” Erik replies with a serious comment that you were not expecting and you’d be damned if the hormones aren’t doing their thing.

“I really did not expect you to say that. Baabbbee, come on. You know I cry about everything right now. Love you.” you lean over to wrap your arms around him gently and kiss the side of his face while he’s focusing on the road.

“I love you too…. I think I’mma get my locs cut off soon. I don’t know why I’m ready to get a fade and just call it a day.” he questions before looking over at you briefly

“Either way you still gonna look good. I knew you before you even got your locs so you’re gonna look even better now because you grew into your head. Dee be cutting the fuck outta your hair even though he been bald for a good 40 years.” you say and it causes Erik to let out a loud laugh and shake his head.

You eventually ended up ordering a blue raspberry lemonade slushie, a hotdog and fries because Sonic basically took all of Erik's money at this point in your pregnancy.

The rest of your ride was chill as you both swayed to the music or turned it down for a little chat every now and then.

In public was always very protective of you but especially since becoming pregnant he has been hovering over you like a lion waiting for someone to even look at you for too long.

He hops out of the sleek matte black truck first to help you out and sling his arm around your waist with a hand resting on your belly.

You feel some eyes on you as you walk through the door. Your multi-coloured sundress that showcased your back, flowing with you.

Some of the men, new to the shop you assumed, were eyeing you down before Erik looked over their way and nods at them and they pretended to check their phones.

“What's up E? Damn lil sis look like she’s about to pop! How you feeling baby girl?” Dee greets you and Erik as you both walk in and some of the regulars in there say hey to the both of you.

“I’m alright Dee. Baby is just really ready to see the world. She has been kicking up a storm at times. I think we might have a little athlete here.” you reply and you watch as the greyed man with freckles across his cheeks and bridge of his nose eyes crinkle as he finishes cutting the man's hair sitting in the chair.

“I remember when I became a father for the first time. Shits wild because you think that you know everything there is to know and then when you actually see your baby take that first breath. It’s like nothing you’ve ever experienced before.” He continues as he shows you a photo of his 4 children and you give him a small smile.

“Ooh, they’re beautiful.” you compliment him as you settle into your seat and scroll on your phone on your phone waiting for Erik to be next.

Some time went by and the men seemed like they were trying to keep their conversation in a hush and you can see some eyes on you as they talked back and forth.

“I’m just saying if you want a threesome with your girl and you expect her to be okay with letting another woman into her bed. You need to match her energy. Could you imagine your girl asking you to bring a whole nother man into your room if that’s not what you’re into? Instead of asking for it. Maybe try bringing toys into the situation. Could spice it up a notch and be in both of your comfort zones. Personally, couples vibrators seem to do the trick just fine.” You advise as you look up from scrolling on your Pinterest feed.

The little huddle of them in front of you stopped talking and immediately looked up at you in silence before Dee’s laugh broke it.

“I don’t know about bringing another man in. That ain't my thing but I get what you're saying. Which ones would you recommend?” The one named Leron asked and you notice Erik is now paying attention , looking from you to them to make sure they stay respectful.

“You better let them know , baby girl! That’s how that baby popped into fruition. She got you with the tantric breathing, huh E?” he jokes and Erik cracks into a smile, his golds gleaming as he looks at you.

“She not wrong. Engage in what your woman like too. Yoga, talking during sex, giving as much as you receive from her, all that. ” He says casually and shrugging and you give him a small smile cause this man done come so far from when you met him.

After he finishes lining up his beard, Erik pays and you’re on your way to one of your favourite places.

“You look so sexy. Your beard is all lined up crisp and stuff. I told you that beard oil was gonna even it out.” you say to him and kiss him below his ear . His hand gripped your thigh gently and you repeated it again.

It didn’t take long before you were at one of your favourite places.

You turned to Erik and asked him to buy a stocking cap for you to try on the wigs that you liked and wanted to see before you purchased it.

You slid on the stocking cap over your hair before grabbing a cute little 27 piece pixie cut wig just to try it on and see what it was giving . You finger combed it and turned to Erik to ask him how it looks.

“Like you finna start singing “Truth is i’m tired. Take me to the king. Here’s my offering-” .” You hold in your laugh as you push Erik’s chest and he grabs your hands.

“I can’t stand your ass !” You say cracking up and Erik grabs the stocking cap from his pocket that he brought himself and slides it over his locs.

You watch as he grabs one of the bobs from the mannequin and sits it half cocked on his head before shaking it side to side.

“What’s cooler than being cool? Ice cold. You know what to do doooo. You know what to doooo.... This is your grand daddy. This is your grand daddy.” Erik starts acting like Andre 3000 and Mr. Brown. You swear this man was gonna make you push out this baby with how hard you were laughing at him.

“Why are you moving your lips like thaaat? What’s your name? B.O.B, so they calling you Bob? Stop playing nigga you know that I’m known for the bob.” you sing the nicki minaj lyrics to him and both of y’all get a good laugh before he takes off the wig and places it carefully back on the mannequin.

He looks over at the one that looked the most like your hair before you got it cut and slides it on.

His expressions changed and he narrowed his eyes at you before putting his hand on his stomach.

“Whew, my god E. You did this to me and for what? My ankles looking like cornbread huh? Look at this shit bae! If my nose swells for real in these next months, we fighting. Damn, I’m getting thick. I look like I'm pregnant in the front and the back. Can you get me two shrimp po’boys and some fries on the way home? ERIK, wake up- You our baby look like Stitch in this ultrasound? Stop playing , im for real.” he sounds exactly like you and mimicked your expressions to a t.

You giggled softly and snatched his wig off leaving him standing there looking crazy in the cap.

“You wanna fight?” You ask him before walking up on him like you’re on bad girls club and swinging the wig at him.

He helped you put the wig back on the mannequin and kissed both of your hands before continuing through the aisle with you.

You both ignored how many times the employee passed by or watched you as you grabbed some of the products from the shelf and put it into your little cart that you wanted to try.

“You wish this was you, huh? You wanted to be Future from 8 Mile so bad, huh? ” you ask Erik , laughing as you point to the full lace faux locs wig that’s in front of you and he shakes his head.

“She got you down bad. This you?” he asks you as he points to the lil gold church wig that’s sitting on the top shelf and you suck your teeth at him .

“You wanna dip dye your hair for tomorrow? A pretty auburn colour would look so good on you or even a baby blue?” You ask him as you move away from the wigs after deciding to put a off black lace front straight wig in your cart and another in sandy blonde with deep waves.

You scan the shelf of dye as Erik wraps his arm around your waist and takes a look.

“This one looks good right here.” He adds as he hands you a colour called Electric Blue.

“This is gonna look so good on you bae.” You compliment him and he leans down to kiss you softly.

“You only tryna compliment me cause you want me to help you install that wig. You think you slick bae.” he calls as he walks off towards the hair care products for his locs.

“Well, if I’m finna use the little energy I have to retwist your hair you could at least extend the helping hand!” You call after him.

“I haven’t tried peppermint oil yet but it should be good to add to my mix? Look, I found this small ass bonnet. She’s gonna be able to match us.” He says walking back to you and showing you the lilac bonnet in his hand and you swear you were about to tear up again cause all 3 of you were gonna have matching bonnets and durag.

“If she takes after both of us she’s gonna have a head full of hair. To cover that melon from your side.” You tease him

“Come on and grab your butterfly wings for your eyes so we can go home and finish our show. I’mma cook them snow crabs for you too.” he says to you and you can see him watching you like you hung the moon in the sky yourself as you venture off.

You grabbed the edge control, lashes, a new lipstick, earrings, glosses, Got2b spray, and some accessories for Erik’s hair before meeting him at the counter.

It took him all of two seconds to pay for your beauty supply store addiction and you were off on your way back to the crib to love on him.

Erik was currently standing behind you while you sat in the chair in his old large tshirt and held down the wig to the Ghost Bond glue.

You were talking him through helping you finish the install because you just didn't have the energy to do it.

“Okay you gon’ take a lil piece and wrap it around the wand. But please be careful baby. This one goes from like 0 to a 400 degrees so fast.” you warn and watch in the mirror as he takes the first piece and follows your instructions.

You watch him for a while focusing on your head and asking if you liked the way that it’s turning out. You smile softly at him and nod.

“I'm so grateful , you know. “ you say to him with a pout

“Damn, I was just about to send you a do you like me back yes or no text after this too.” he jokes and you shake your head.

“I’m tryna be serious and appreciate you-” you are cut off by him leaning down and pushing his plump lips out for a kiss from you

“I love you too. 2 more weeks and I get to have my two babies in my arms. What more could I want? ”

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(Long post. Sorry I'm still learning how to do the read more thing! Sorry for being gone from here for so long. This one really helped me ease back into writing especially after how much love the first one received!)

#erik killmonger #fanfic for black girls #erik killmonger smut #black panther #black panther fic

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lepusrufus · 3 years

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Double edged scalpel ch. 2

Ch. 1

Summary: Cassanda Awkward Asshole Dimitrescu

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After a couple weeks of doing normal maid chores, Nicole was not expecting to see the dungeons again. Not after Cassandra’s little “failed experiment”. But all good things must come to an end eventually, don’t they? And to an end they came when a faint buzzing reached her ears mid-mopping the floor in one of the main halls.

Two gloved hands were placed on her hips, pinning her in place, while Cassandra's chin came to rest on her shoulder. She inhaled deeply before finally speaking.

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"

Yes you very much are.

"Of course not, my lady."

"Good good. Sadly my study is quite a mess again and I was wondering…" one hand came to teasingly caress Nicole’s cheek. “You aren’t busy tomorrow, are you?”

She wasn’t. In fact, tomorrow was Nicole’s day off, something that she would bet on a lifetime supply of coffee that Cassandra was well aware of. It took every ounce of self control not to let a groan accompany her next words.

“I am not.” Asshole.

She felt herself being spun around, Cassandra’s face uncomfortably close to hers. “Be there by ten then.” And, with the sickle now under Nicole’s chin, “Don’t be late.”

And just as easily as she appeared, Cassandra dissipated into a cloud of flies and made her leave. A sigh of relief got caught in Nicole’s throat when she noticed the other two sisters standing in the doorframe opposite from the one Cassandra flew out of. They both gave her an amused look, seeing the faint blush on Nicle’s cheeks and, to her dread, they both approached her. Bela was the first to speak, thankfully keeping her distance.

“So what exactly is your deal? Immune to all the blood and gore, hm,” she hummed, eyes inquisitive .

“It’s been a while since Cassie was so dead set on scaring someone,” Daniela chirped in from behind and Nicole had to force herself not to snort at the nickname.

So that’s what this was about. Lil’ old Cassie was throwing a hissy fit because one person in this castle wasn’t cowering and bowing at her feet the moment they saw some blood splattered on her otherwise beautiful face. If she had to work in this hellhole of a village, then at the very least she could get some mild satisfaction out of annoying the family sadist. With the other sisters however, there was no point in hiding what her “deal” was.

“I worked as a medical examiner.” At a raised blonde eyebrow she specified, “I used to examine dead bodies. Autopsies and all that.”

Bela’s face turned from mild shock to amusement, her eyes darting to the younger sister who straight up started laughing while the eldest, at least trying to keep her composure, chuckled.

“Oh this is gonna be interesting,” the redhead said through giggles.

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Nicole really had hoped that Cassandra meant 10 pm, with how the Dimitrescus were nowhere to be found during the early day, and she would still have the day to herself until night came. That idea went completely out the tinted windows when, at nine thirty, the head chambermaid came to remind her of the change in schedule. She quickly downed the remaining coffee from her cup while mentally cursing and bolted to her room to change into proper attire, then out the door she went.

Where was she even supposed to meet the brunette? The doors to the dungeons were bolted shut and she doubted Cassandra would oh so graciously escort her this time. Then again, Lady Dimitrescu did say that she had to be supervised. She got her answer when the doors opened with a click and a drawn out groan from the heavy wood. Cassandra was standing there, eyes scrutinizing as ever while giving Nicole a once over. Then she pulled out a pocket watch that looked at least a century old.

“You’re…” eyes narrowed at the small silver object. “Seven minutes early. Oh you’re as annoying about being on time as Bela aren’t you?”

Well you did make it a point to tell me to be on time, you absolute hypocrite. Instead of voicing her opinions though, Nicole settled for following the other girl deep into the castle’s undergrounds, through damp and oddly warm corridors. The giddiness was back into Cassandra’s demeanor, golden eyes occasionally turning to the small redhead walking behind her with an expression of barely concealed glee. This was definitely not good news.

It took about .5 seconds to notice what got the brunette so happy when they entered her study. The room was definitely cleaner than the first time, only a handful of devices were dirty and the floor needed some mopping. The tables however... One was covered in fresh blood and the other had a dead body sprawled on it, partially covered by a stained sheet. Oh the irony.

While Nicole was cleaning the unoccupied table, she was facing the brunette, somehow trusting her even less with a scalpel in hand than with a sickle. Not that watching her absolutely botch an autopsy was much better mind you.

Has nobody taught you about the Y incision?!

That's too dee- congrats you’re making a mess.

That cut needs to go lower. What, are you afraid of some balls?

Oh my god are you trying to take the heart out before even taking care of the guts-

“What is it?” Cassandra’s voice came with a low growl, then a slight cock of the head. “You’re staring.”

“N-nothing,” Nicole stumbled over her reply, realizing too late that her hand had stilled on the rag she was using to clean the blood.

“One thing that I hate more than being disrespected is being lied to.” The warning was clear in her tone. “So I’ll ask again: what is it?”

Nicole was sure that being criticized was something she would hate even more, so she made the split second decision to go with a white lie.

“I just...find autopsies quite fascinating.” Well, in a way she did.

“...You do?” Golden eyes widened in what was probably the first truly genuine emotion Nicole has ever seen on Cassandra’s face: surprise, and a hint of curiosity.

When Nicole reaffirmed her reply, the brunette’s eyes stayed on her for a few long seconds, trying to find the traces of a lie. When she found none, she just dismissed the other girl with an awkward cough and a “Those knives won’t clean themselves.”

A tense silence fell on the room, only disturbed by the occasional clink of metal tools or the sloshing of organs being handled by the brunette. After the table was wiped to a reflective surface, Nicole moved on to mopping the blood trails on the floor. She was grateful for the chance to step away from Cassandra, if only for a bit. After the floor too was clean, it was time to wipe the few dirty blades, thankfully not as many as last time. She took a dagger from its holster on the wall and carefully ran a piece of cloth over the blade, washing away dried crimson clots.

As much as it was probably a bad idea, she couldn't help throwing a subtle glance behind her at Cassandra. A few organs were placed on the table at the body’s feet, and she was taking notes in a leatherbound notebook that looked well used. The idea that she had any interest in the bodies beyond being food gave Nicole an oddly nostalgic feeling. It sent her right back in high school, when one of her friends who took art history classes was telling her all about how da Vinci used real dead bodies in order to study anatomy. Yeah, da Vinci but the more attractive versio- fuck.

She hissed and retracted her hand as she felt the sharp blade cut her wrist and almost dropped the dagger. The effort to conceal the pain was there, but useless as Cassandra was by her side in mere seconds.

"Oh did you cut yourself?" She asked with feign concern, and grabbed her hand. "Here let me help you with that."

"Oh no I'm okay really no nee-"

Nicole's words died in her throat when Cassandra stuck out her tongue and dragged it, slowly, across the cut, collecting every last drop of blood. To top it off, she let out a low moan and gave the soft skin there a small nip, successfully making the redhead’s breath hitch. Now any normal and sane person would think I still have a knife in my hand, I should use it, but Nicole would be lying to everyone and then herself if she said she didn’t have a thing for danger. And it doesn’t get much more dangerous than this, now does it.

“Mm...you taste wonderful.”

Was she supposed to thank her?

“You’re lucky you intrigue me, otherwise you would make for some fine wine.” She finished with her trademark cackle.

Oh she was definitely not getting a thanks now. Nicole rolled her eyes slightly, tugging her hand away. She was half expecting Cassandra not to release her, but instead she let go of her wrist and, with a giggle, she returned to her work without another word.

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That night, Nicole made damn sure to wash the cut until her skin felt like it would have a permanent sensation of pins and needles. Once a bandage was securely wrapped around her wrist she sat down with a cup of tea, not quite ready to sleep yet. How ironic would it be if she died of an infection while living in a castle where people are literally turned into food and wine.

Although in all honesty, she was quite certain her death would be far more entertaining.

#cassandra dimitrescu x maiden #bela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #fanfic #resident evil village #gore #blood

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lululawrence · 3 years

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Hi! I just got done reading No One Likes to be Alone and I loved it! You mention at the beginning that you love nesting fics so if you don't mind sharing I would love to know what your favorite nesting fics are.

ahhhhhhhh thank youuuuu! and YES I SURE DO!!! oh there are some excellent ones out there. let’s see... favorites are hard for me, but here’s the best I can do for you (i’m grouping them by pairing, because most are larry, but not all... and please know that my absolute favorite nesting fic of all isn’t on this list because it was deleted and i CRY):

Larry

There's No Other Place by @nikogda - I LOVE THIS FIC VERY MUCH A LOT. i mean... hybrid a/b/o nesting. perfection! the entire world building in this fic is so incredibly detailed and cool and the VIBE is amazing. everything is fleshed out and so unique and interesting, but the incredibly personal vibe of the nesting!!!! i cannot even explain how much i love it. louis thinks he’s being SO SNEAKY and he is NOT but that’s okay. haha anyway, a great fic for sure and while the nesting isn’t the most important aspect, it’s definitely more than just a minor detail.

When Tomorrow Comes by @jacaranda-bloom - ALPHA. NESTING. ALPHA NESTING. HOW BRILLIANT???? i honestly could NOT believe i had struck gold when i saw this post hahaha i’d never even considered??? the WORLDS this fic opened for me, and it was done so so brilliantly. niall is sooooo shady, and poor harry doesn’t have a clue it’s even happening, and omg i just... this fic is amazing and it’s because of dee that i’m going to be exploring alpha nesting in at least two of my nesting series fics that i’ll be writing at some point lol highest honors and five gold stars to dee.

We Both Got Nothing to Hide by @chloehl10 - A SECRET NEST. oh gosh louis is SO ASHAMED. and harry’s shit just keeps going missing. but louis NEEDS HIS NEST. a;sdkgha;sdlkfjas zayn of course is the one who figures it out, cause he’s smart like that, but oh gosh the emotions connected to nesting in this one and the complex kind of... shame almost? it’s a suuuuper interesting worldbuilding detail that i really enjoyed exploring in this fic

Do Not Falter (There's a Star Ahead) by @londonfoginacup - christmas eve desperate cuddles and nesting!!! i looooove how louis doesn’t even think twice, he just lets it happen and... sigh. yes. this one is just so soft, i love it.

The Nearness of You by @rockstarlouis - established relationship SUUUUPER PREGNANT nesting!!! there are a few fics on this list that immediately came to mind when you asked about my favs, and this is one of those. i rarely like to read established relationship fics for whatever reason, but this fic??? SO SOFT. SO LOVELY. AND THE DYNAMIC IS SO PERFECT. i just love how careful louis is with the nest. it is so wonderful. i adore.

Tastes like Strawberries by @sadaveniren - THE STRESSED NESTING! that turns into SO much more than harry expected and it’s just WONDERFUL. i love this fic so much, from the start of it to the way things go a bit differently from how they maybe traditionally do in omegaverse. it’s a really fun fic with some a+ nesting smut. hahaha

Safety Nest by @lululawrence - I KNOW i’m sorry i’m including myself haha but this was my first attempt at nesting, and i still love it very much a lot. my drabbles don’t get much attention or love (outside of emmu, because this one was written for her haha), so i just wanted to put it out there as a fic with some nesting. hehe so thank you for indulging me here

Ziam

If you let me be your man by @lightwoodsmagic - ooooomg this fic has me giggling just remembering how great it is. it’s got an aspect of embarrassment, because zayn is just SO out of it already and he doesn’t even realize it, and liam is so soft and lovely and more than willing to help him safely get home, but the misunderstanding! and zayn just wants liam in his nest so badly. it is SO VERY SWEET! but also silly and gahhhhh i might have to reread this one tonight, actually haha

Narry

a little tenderness by @disgruntledkittenface - listen, the impossible has been done. i now love narry, and it’s because of this fic. all i’m gonna say is ace alpha harry needs to help recently broken up omega niall through depri, and OHHHHH it’s soooo soft and perfect and i just screamed at her most of the time i was reading. It really is just absolute perfection and niall’s nest is just *chef’s kiss*

these are not in any way the only nesting fics out there, nor the only great ones. i did my best to only list favorites. i would also like to point you to a nesting rec that @londonfoginacup made, because she is my cohort in the quest for more nesting fics in this fandom. lollll you can find her wonderful rec here. and don’t forget to leave the authors kudos and nice comments to show appreciation for their hard work!

#fic rec #a/b/o fic rec #abo fic rec #my fic rec #nesting fic rec #i really fucking do love nesting omg #so much #Anonymous #asks #mine

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semisgroupie · 3 years

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hi dee!!! i was wondering if i could participate in your event (congrats by the way! you deserve it and so much more!) can i request prompts (smut) 21 + 31 for iwaizumi? thank youuu!! ❤️❤️

Thank you so much lovely and I think these two are my favorite prompts from the list NSFW UNDER THE CUT MINORS DNI

Warnings: unprotected sex, multiple creampies, oral sex (giving and receiving), dirty talk, daddy kink (I mean its Iwaizumi, he's daddy)

Iwaizumi Hajime (post timeskip) X F!Reader

A/N: not really related to this but I ate dinosaur chicken nuggets while typing this, just wanted to share that. Hope you enjoy it!!

21. “We’ve been going at all night, how are you still horny?”

31. “Such dirty words from such a pretty mouth.”

You and Hajime haven’t spent much time the past few weeks. His schedule with Japan’s national volleyball team had gotten cluttered and he had to spend more time with them than you. You expected it to happen especially with the Olympics coming up, they needed him there but you needed Hajime even more.

You were beyond horny and beyond sexually frustrated. You could never initiate anything with your boyfriend because he always got home by the time you were asleep or when he did get home when you were awake he fell asleep immediately. So when you got the news that the national team had a day off tomorrow you planned on putting it to use.

“Hey baby, practice finished super early so I’m heading home now.”

“I can’t wait to see you, Hajime.”

While he was driving home you showered, put on his favorite teal garter lingerie set and covered yourself with a robe. You lit up some candles in your shared bedroom and you heard his voice.

"Baby I'm home, where are you?"

"Come to the bedroom, I have a surprise for you."

You heard his footsteps come closer and once they stopped you dropped your robe.

"Oh fuck baby, what is this for?"

He made his way over to you running his hands up and down your body grabbing a handful of your ass. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down so your ear was to his mouth.

"We're going to make up for lost time Hajime or should I say daddy."

You licked along the shell of his ear sending a chill up his spine. You place light kisses from his ear to his neck and back up to his lips. The lips you missed on yours, the lips you missed feeling on your body.

Your hands moved up and down his chest, the tight compression shirt he wore for work accentuated all his muscles and became a roadmap for you to run your fingers along.

Lips running up and down each other's bodies, clothes scattered across the bedroom floor, you both were wrapped up in each other. You were underneath his muscular build as he kissed down your body. Light sucks and nips until he reaches your pussy. Once he got a taste of your essence he made it his mission to pull as many orgasms from you as he could tonight.

You also made sure to taste every bit of him. You wanted to make sure he pumped load after load inside you whether it would be in your mouth or your pussy. Luckily for you tonight it would be both.

After swallowing two of his loads back to back he put you in every position possible. Now he has your knees pressed to your chest fucking deep into you. His cum mixed with your juices served as lube making him slip in and out of you. You were babbling on and on about how good he was.

"Daddy, daddy you fuck me so good. You're filling my tight little pussy so good daddy fuck. I love how you fuck me I love your cock daddy I love you."

"Baby you must love my cock. Such dirty words coming from such a pretty mouth."

He raised his hand from the back of one of your knees to your throat angling his hand to slip his thumb in your mouth. You nodded at his words, eyes glossy and your pussy fluttered around him. He pistoned into you faster leading you into the next orgasm of the night, he then emptied himself inside you.

He pulled out as you both came down from your highs and laid down next to you pulling you into a soft kiss.

"Thank you baby—wait, what are you doing?"

"Who said we were done daddy? I said we're making up for lost time and that's exactly what I plan on doing."

You made your way on top of him and pumped him a few times to get him hard again. Once he was you sank yourself down on top of him.

"Fuck, you little minx—ah shit—we've been going at it all night, how are you still horny?"

"It's been weeks daddy and I missed your cock so much."

You leaned back putting your hands on his thighs to stable yourself as you started bouncing on his cock. Hajime was conflicted between staring at your lewd expression, your tits bouncing up and down or where you were swallowing his cock, the cum he pumped inside you leaking out of your pussy onto him.

As your bouncing increased Hajime put his hands on your hips and thrusted up into you. He kept a vice grip on your hips pounding up into you meeting you whenever you sunk yourself down on his cock. Your nails started digging into his thighs leaving crescent shaped imprints.

"G-gonna cum daddy."

"Me too baby—fuck—you're gripping me so tightly. Cum for me."

Once he told you to cum for him you clenched down gripping his cock tightly as you gushed around him. He thrusted balls deep into your pulsating pussy cumming inside you once more. You leaned down and laid on top of him, catching your breath. He gripped your hips again to pull out of you but you whined.

"No want you inside. Feel so stuffed."

He chuckled and kissed the top of your head. You're so fucked out and you still want his cock inside you. What a greedy little thing.

"Okay baby, thank you for this. I missed your body."

"Missed you too daddy."

#dee hits 200 followers!#hajiswife #hq smut #haikyuu smut #iwaizumi smut #iwaizumi hajime smut #iwaizumi x reader smut

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hoshi-no-mahoroa · 3 years

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Chapter 2: Kirby’s Great Idea!

"Hi, Whispy Woods!" Kirby called out cheerfully, but Whispy Woods turned a sullen face. He didn't seem to be in a good mood, but Kirby didn't mind one bit.

"I'm here to collect fruit," he said. "Chef Kawasaki is going to make desserts for us!"

"I made a pie out of the fruit I got the other day," Chef Kawasaki explained. "It turned out great, even for my usual standards! Kirby thinks it's really good, too."

"Yes! Whispy Woods' fruit is absolutely the best!"

As he listened to their words, Whispy Woods' grumpy face finally broke into a smile.

"My fruit pie… Did you like it that much?

"Uhhh-hmmm! It's the best, the best, the best, the best, the best in the universe!"

"...Hahaha! You're exaggerating, Kirby."

Whispy Woods bursted out in laughter, lightly shaking off some fruit.

"Here you go! Take as many as you can."

"Thank you, Whispy Woods," said Chef Kawasaki as he gathered up the fresh fruit.

"They're glossy and smell delicious. I'm sure you'll get many more ideas than just pes. I bet you could make delicious juice with them."

"Wow, I can't wait! Hurry up and make it happen, Chef Kawasaki."

Kirby and Chef Kawasaki gathered up the fruit and threw them into a basket. It was soon filled to the brim.

"We can make a lot of delicious desserts with all of this. Thank you very much, Whispy Woods."

"No problem. Tomorrow I'll have lots of new fruit, so come back then for more."

"Thanks for the help, Kirby," said Chef Kawasaki. "I'll go back to the restaurant and think of a new recipe for a dessert."

"Yaay! I am looking forward to it… I'll help you tomorrow, too!"

"Thanks. Goodbye."

Chef Kawasaki returned to the restaurant, carrying a basket full of fruit.

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Whispy Woods' pies quickly became a hit. The residents of Dream Land came flocking to Chef Kawasaki's restaurant. He didn't have time to leave the restaurant anymore, so Kirby took over the task of collecting Whispy Woods' fruit.

He was walking briskly with a large basket on his head when Bandana Waddle Dee came walking from the other side of the path.

"Hi, Kirby. Where are you going?"

"To Whispy Woods. I'm gonna collect fruit for Chef Kawasaki."

"Oh, is he gonna use it to make his new pies? I heard they're really good."

"They're the best! Have you tried them yet, Waddle Dee?"

"I want to try some, but it-" Bandana Dee looked troubled. "It seems that Dedede got into a fight with Whispy Woods."

"Wha-?"

"Then he said: 'Whispy Woods' fruit is outrageous! I'm never gonna eat it again!' That's why we can't eat them either."

"I see…"

Dedede and Whispy Woods are both stubborn. They surely got into a fight for no good reason.

"It’d be a shame to miss out on such a delicious pie just because of a silly fight. Why don't those two make up soon?"

"You're right."

"I've got to go. See you later, Waddle Dee."

"Kirby, can I help you?" said Bandana Dee to Kirby, who was about to walk away.

"Huh?"

"You can't do it alone. That big basket must be really heavy when full of fruit."

"Thanks, Waddle Dee."

Kirby was relieved. "The pies are so popular that no matter how much fruit I bring in, it almost immediately runs out. And I'm exhausted."

"With the both of us, we'll be fine. I'm good at carrying heavy things."

The two went to Whispy Woods in good spirits. When Whispy Woods saw Bandana Dee, he suddenly became grumpy.

“What do you want, Waddle Dee? Did Dedede order you to steal my fruit?”

"Whispy Woods!” said Kirby in horror. “No! Waddle Dee is just helping me out.”

“But he works for Dedede, doesn't he?”

“I don't care about that."

“Of course you don’t care! I don't like Dedede and I refuse to give my fruit to anyone who works for him!”

"We're just helping Chef Kawasaki. We're going to take the fruit to his restaurant.”

“But what if Waddle Dee sneaks them to Dedede?”

“He would never do that.”

“No, I don't believe that. Kirby can stay here, but not Waddle Dee. Go, go home!”

"Oh, no...!” Kirby shouted.

He didn’t care that Whispy Woods and Dedede were fighting, but he couldn't let them take it out on Waddle Dee.

“If you're going to bully Waddle Dee, you’ll have to face off against me!”

Seeing Kirby's serious expression, Whispy Woods freaked out.

Normally, Kirby is carefree, cheerful, and friendly with everyone, but when he's angry, he's the most fearsome person in all of Dream land... No, the most fearsome in the galaxy.

Whispy Woods rushed to apologize.

“I… I’m sorry! I didn't mean it like that. Waddle Dee is a good guy. He's nothing like King Dedede.”

“Can we collect fruit together, then?”

“Yes, of course. Take them to Chef Kawasaki.”

“Thank you.”

Kirby and Bandana Waddle Dee gathered up the fruit, piled it into the basket, and took it to the restaurant.

They kept running out of fruit, no matter how many times they refilled the stock. After three or four trips back and forth, both Kirby and Bandana Dee were exhausted.

"I'm tired!"

"Let's take a break…"

They sat down in the open space in front of the restaurant and sighed.

"It's a hard job."

"We'll have to carry it tomorrow and the day after that…"

There was still a long line in front of the restaurant. The people in there all had twinkles in their eyes.

"Everyone is excited to try the new pies," said Bandana Dee.

"They are. But it means we will have a lot of work to do tomorrow..."

"I wish Whispy Woods was a little closer."

Bandana Waddle Dee looked up at the sky.

"It would make it less exhaustive to carry fruit to the restaurant. It's just too much walking at the moment."

"Yeah…"

Kirby nodded, but what Bandana Dee had just said stuck with him.

“Hmmm...? I think...? Uhhh... Oh...Ooh, I got it!" Kirby shouted and jumped up. Bandana Dee looked at Kirby in astonishment.

"What's the matter, Kirby?"

"Waddle Dee! I've got an idea!"

"An idea?"

"I have to tell Kawasaki! Come with me."

Kirby pulled Bandana Dee's hand and jumped into the restaurant.

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"What? You're going to move the restaurant?"

Chef Kawasaki, who was working in the kitchen, was taken aback when he heard Kirby's story.

"What are you talking about, Kirby?"

"We're going to move this restaurant to somewhere near Whispy Woods! Then we don't have to walk so far to collect the fruit!" Kirby said excitedly, but the chef shook his head with a wry smile.

"That's true. But it won’t be so easy to move this place."

"Why not?"

"Because it’s something precious that I’ve worked very hard on to create. The way the tables are arranged, the position of the windows, the easy to use kitchen... a lot of thought went into that. You can't just move it all to another place."

"Oh… I guess..."

Kirby thought it was a good idea, but it seemed it wouldn't work out so easily in practice. He was disappointed.

"But it's not a bad idea."

"...What?"

"Carrying Whispy Woods' fruit to the restaurant sure is a tiresome task. But we can't move it… That means..."

He crossed his arms, looked up at the ceiling, and continued mumbling.

"Why don't we open another restaurant?... We can set up tables and chairs around Whispy Woods… A café under the blue sky... Yes, that's a great idea! It'll let us use the delicious fruit on the spot to make desserts!"

Chef Kawasaki happily took Kirby's hand.

"Good idea, Kirby!"

"...What?"

"We're going to open a new place, one where you can eat desserts made with freshly picked food, in the cool shade of Whispy Woods. It's going to be a big hit!"

"A new café...? Yay!"

Kirby happily splashed around.

"Woah! That's such a good idea!"

"It's all thanks to you, Kirby."

"I'll take care of the new place, and turn it into a great café!" said Kirby with a floaty dance.

But this worried Chef Kawasaki. It's not that he didn't trust Kirby's taste. Not at all… It's that…

(Kirby is a horrible cook, a terrible singer, and has zero artistic talent. Is it safe to leave it all to him?)

Chef Kawasaki was about to scratch his head when Bandana Waddle Dee raised his voice.

"I'll help, too. Kirby, let's make a nice café together."

Hearing this, Chef Kawasaki's face lit up.

With the serious, handy, and reliable Bandana Dee at his side, Kirby could never go overboard, no matter how hard he tried.

"Thank you, Waddle Dee! Now, I'm going to ask you two to do something for me. I've got a lot of work here, so I won’t be able to help much…"

Kirby clasped his hands tightly and shouted loudly. "No problem! Me and Waddle Dee are gonna work together to make the best café we can!"

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kaywinchester · 3 years

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Dark Power Pt. 2

Part Two! Read Part 1 Here if you haven’t already!

Summary: Sam Winchester’s daughter was visited by a demon at a young age and shows signs of special abilities. Now he has left his past life as a hunter behind. What will he do when Y/N starts to grow up and ask questions?

Song requested for this fic- In Control by Nemesea

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Word Count: 2,161

Pairings: Sam x daughter!winchester

A/N: This part is mostly just dialogue and talking. Don’t worry, I’ll get to the spicy stuff in the later parts ;)

It had been two years since Jessica died. Y/N was now three. Sam intended to find a place after everything happened, he mainly wanted things to remain normal for Y/N, especially now that she was growing up. But, with Dean hanging around, it made the process a little difficult and he ended doing what he did not want to do in the first place. Jumping from motel to motel.

Sam knew Y/N would start to ask questions eventually, but not this soon. She had already started talking and Sam soon enrolled her in daycare. She wasn’t old enough for preschool yet, but he wanted her to start getting used to being in a school environment. It was his goal to keep things as normal as possible.

Sam had picked Y/N up from daycare and drove her back to the motel that they had been at for almost 3 months now. Y/N was getting used to their current setting.

“Daddy?” Y/N’s little voice spoke as she set her tiny backpack on the floor.

“Are we staying hewre forever now?” She asked.

“Uh, I’m not sure, sweetie. We might be here for a little bit longer.” Sam said.

Dean had been catching hunt after hunt in this town for quite some time which is why they had been there for a while. Y/N had started to get used to where they were, of course, she did not know better. Sam still wanted to move on from the hunting life and give his daughter a better chance, but it was hard with Dean constantly dragging him from town to town. Speaking of Dean, he came strolling through the motel door from doing whatever it was he was doing.

“Unca Dee!” Y/N called out excitedly.

“Hey, there's my favorite niece.” Dean grasped Y/N, picking her up as he smiled.

“What’s a neese?” Y/N innocently asked.

“Nothing, uh Dean, can I talk to you?” Sam interrupted.

Dean set Y/N down and walked over to the kitchen table where Sam was sitting. Y/N walked over to the couch to grab one of her toys.

“I really think Y/N and I need to settle down somewhere. I don't want to keep dragging her with us on hunts and having her go to a new daycare every few weeks. She’s already confused and asking me questions, I want to give her a shot at a normal life, a normal education.....” Sam explained in a hushed tone.

“Sam, you know we’re all screwed either way, normal or not. Sooner or later, something is gonna show up and become a problem.” Dean responded.

“Yeah, but it doesn’t mean we shouldn’t try. I don’t want her to grow up always questioning things and being worried or scared. I can already see some of that and I don’t want her to resent me when she gets older because I didn’t at least try and give her better.” Sam said. “So, you’re just not gonna hunt anymore. Is that right?” Dean started to have some attitude.

“Dean, you know that wasn’t my plan from the start. College was my plan, and now Y/N is. I can’t let her down.”

“You’re not concerned about looking for dad?” Dean sighed.

“I’m not even certain dad even wants to see me. Again, I think he's just off doing his own thing.” Sam scoffed.

“This is not like him.... I know the way he handles things, I would be getting a call at least once a week and now I haven't heard from him in over two months.” Dean explained.

“Well, you’ve always wanted to be second to him, I think this is you’re hunt, you’re mission. Not mine.” Sam shook his head.

“You’re just gonna give up on him! On me? On this family!” Dean started to get angry and raise his voice.

“Dean, for the last five years dad has given up on me, as soon as I said I wanted to go to college and get out of the family business, he hasn’t supported me or my choices. I didn’t have to give up on anything! He gave up on me.” Sam argued.

“Why are you yellwing Unca Dee?” Y/N spoke up.

“Dean, my point is clear. Let’s finish this discussion tomorrow.” Sam said as he realized you were listening.

“No, we can finish this right now!” Dean’s voice got louder.

“Daddy, I don’t like when you and Unca Dee are loud...” Y/N said.

“Dean, enough! I don’t want to be a hunter my whole life!” Sam snapped.

“You’re a Winchester, Sam. As far as I know, no Winchester has a choice. We’re stuck in this life so we might as well fight back and deal with it!” Dean yelled.

“I don’t have to do ANYTHING! That’s my decision if I want to hunt, and I’m done!”

“Bullshit Sam!!”

“STOP!” Y/N screamed. The lights started to flicker and the table started shaking, enough to grab everyones attention. After a few seconds, it all stopped and everything went back to normal. Sam and Dean looked at each other, and looked back at Y/N.

“I don’t like it when you guys are loud.” She said softly. Sam looked at his daughter in utter shock.

“Y/N..... Did you do that?” He asked.

“Do what?” She said like nothing happened.

“The lights..... a-and the table.” Sam motioned to the table.

Y/N looked at Sam with her puppy eyes and just gave an innocent shrug and walked back over to her toys.

“What was that? Has she done that before?” Dean asked.

“No. I’ve never seen her do anything like that.” Sam was at a loss for words.

...................

It had been another three years, Sam was on his own with Y/N. He had found a condo in a small town just outside if Lincoln, Nebraska. He and Dean were not on good terms after that night. They talked over the subject more and Sam had enough. He started looking for places the next morning and was able to move into the condo he found about a month after that night.

He and Dean have not spoken since. He didn’t agree with Sam and was taken back that he didn’t want to help find John. Dean was just in a certain mind set to where he didn’t want to understand Sam. He was being his stubborn old self and refused to talk to him. Sam expected none the less as he knew that’s how his brother would react. He didn’t care and decided to move on and focus on his daughter.

Y/N was six years old now and was going to school. Y/N started to notice she was a little different from the other kids. She knew it was clear, but she didn't know exactly what set her apart. It might have not seemed that way to anyone else but she felt it. Y/N was aware that she had some abilities but didn’t know that she could control them yet. They would only come about when she would get angry at something.

After the night she showed her abilities when her dad and uncle were arguing, Sam kept an eye on her for a while but saw nothing similar after the fact. He wanted to just believe it was something else but part of him knew where it was coming from. It was his daughter. Sam hadn't seen her do anything similar since that night, but he didn't forget about it. That thought lingered in the back of his head. Even though Y/N was aware of it, she never told her dad. She was young at the time and barely remembered when it first happened. Hell, she didn't even know about hunting, and what Sam did before she came around.

Sam wanted to tell his daughter about his life, and Dean, and Jessica. He wanted to tell her the truth about anything, but at the same time, he wanted to keep it all a secret because he didn’t want anything happening to her.

Y/N got off the school bus one day and came into the kitchen where Sam was on his laptop.

“Hey, how was school?”

“It was okay, we’re doing a lab in science for the next few days and it’s kind of boring.” Y/N said.

“I though you liked science...” Sam laughed.

“Yeah, but the lab is on rocks and minerals, there’s nothing really interesting about rocks, Daddy.” Y/N scoffed. Sam laughed.

Y/N continued to put her bag down and went to grab a juice out of the refrigerator. “Hey daddy, can I talk to you about something?” Y/N asked.

“Sure, anything.” Sam took a deep breath, hoping it was something he was ready to talk about.

“So, I’m six and I’m getting older now to where I want to know more about some things.” Y/N sat down with her juice, trying to act mature which made Sam smile at her cuteness.

“Okay, what do you wanna know?” Sam asked.

“I want to know more about my mom. I don’t remember you talking about her a lot, except saying that she had went away for a while.” Y/N said as she tried to remember the brief things Sam had said about her.

“I don’t know if you’re old enough for this conversation yet....”

“Daddy, I AM! I’m a big girl, big enough to talk about subjects like these.” Y/N said confidently.

Sam took a deep breath and smoothed his hair out. How was he going to tell his six year old that he mother was going to give her up.

“Well, uh, when I met your mom, we were both really young. We were still in high school. And she found out that she was going to have a baby.... you.” Sam explained slowly.

“So, when your mom found out, she was very worried that she wasn't going to be able to take care of you. Again, she was very young, technically she was still a kid herself. So she was going to give you up for adoption.....” Sam paused to see what his daughters reaction would be.

“Did she not want me?” Y/N asked calmly.

“No, she did want you, but she didn't want to have you and then not be able to give you the life that you deserved. So she considered adoption, but then I decided that I was going to take you and raise you. Now, I didn't have much at the time but you were my daughter, and I wanted to be able to see you grow up.” Sam explained.

“So, why aren’t you and mommy together?”

“We were together for a while after you were born and she would come see you when she could, but sometimes, mommies and daddies don’t get along anymore. So we decided to go our own ways, and you came with me. Then your mom ended up moving away.”

“Where does she live now?” Y/N asked.

“Back then, she moved to Iowa with her family, but she probably doesn’t live there anymore.” Sam said.

“Oh.” Y/N said, looking a little disappointed.

“What’s wrong? Y/N, look, your mom loved you. But sometimes we have different paths in life and different choices.....”

“No, it isn’t that. I understand, daddy.” Y/N interrupted.

“Okay, then why do you look upset?” Sam’s brows furrowed.

“I remember when I was little, we lived with a girl. I don’t remember who she was but you and me lived with another girl. Was that mommy?” Y/N asked.

“Well, after your mommy moved away, I finished high school and then I went to college. I met another girl, and she lived with us for some time. Her name was Jessica. She helped me take care of you, she was very nice and she loved you.” Sam said, remembering the girl he thought he was going to marry.

“Where did she go?” Y/N was very curious and engrossed in Sam’s story.

“Well, she passed away and went up into the sky. That’s why we moved here.” Sam said.

“Was she my mommy for a little bit?”

“Yeah. She was. She cared for you like any mother would and she loved you.” It saddened Sam to think about her, and about everything that happened in the past. He wanted to protect Jess as much as he wanted to protect you, and he failed. Sam started to gain a few tears in his eyes.

“You look sad, Daddy.” Y/N said as she got up and walked over to Sam.

“It’s okay. Jessica is in the sky just like you said. She’s an angel now.” Y/N said as she wrapped her little arms around Sam’s large figure. Sam hugged her back.

“I love you dad.” Y/N said.

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

Sam didn’t know what he did to deserve such a smart and understanding child. He was glad he had gotten out of his past as a hunter. Now it was his job to protect her at all costs.

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waystobuild-blog · 4 years

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Top 7 CN Shows That Would Work Better in Live Action than PPG

So I think everybody’s talked about why CW Powerpuff Girls doesn’t work, whether or not it’s a real thing or not? Who even knows. But while thinking about how this:

is kinda awful for Powerpuff Girls, I got thinking what shows that this style of a reboot would work for. In which it’s live action, the character is depressed and has sort of resentment towards their childhood now and that sort of thing.

So what are the top 7 shows that I think this

Number 7:

Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends

At Number 7 we have Foster’s Home for Imaginary Friends. Seems fitting that we’d start the list with another one of Craig McCracken’s biggest hits. Why do I think the premise of “Oh, life sucks now and I kinda wasted my childhood” would work for Foster’s? For the plain and simple fact that for a few episodes of the show, there was a focus on Mac growing up and whether or not he should leave his friends at Foster’s behind him. You could play a lot with that concept combined with the live action reboot thing. Maybe an older version of the character is dealing with whether or not to let go of both Bloo and the past and move on with his life. Frankie being a young adult during the time of the original show could also be a pretty instrumental character since it was a matter of living there, caring for the friends, having that job and balancing this life with the life that she had outside of the house.

Not quite a coming of age story but a sort of “Hey, my life has gone nowhere and where could I go with this now? Do I keep the friends I loved and cherished as a child or move onto other things? Is there a way to do both?”

Only thing I wouldn’t want though is CGI monstrosity friends. Those would be kinda the worst…

Number 6:

Okay, let’s actually talk about a real superhero show this time around. Or would this count as a superhero show? Well, they certainly do a lot of cool time travelling so I’m gonna say it’s a superhero show. Of course, I mean Time Squad.

Now if you haven’t guessed, I don’t have the most experience with this show but I know enough to think that this is something that could actually work well. I mean, Otto was a kid who was basically running around all over history protecting the balance of time with a stuck up robot and a dude who is a little too into all of this. Imagine if he just sorta did this for all of his childhood and realizing as a young adult that “Crap, I didn’t really have a childhood.” With the dynamic of the squad, the potential to expand the greater organization as a whole and just all the time travel shenanigans that could happen, I don’t see a reason not to do it.

Plus, CW already has Legends of Tomorrow and that’s awesome so even less likely to screw it up if they’ve already got a model to do it off of right?

Number 5:

The Marvelous Misadventures of Flapjack

Yo ho ho, it is a sailor’s life for me. And in this sailor’s life we’re coming in with Number 5: The Marvelous Misadventures of Flapjack. Now this is a bit of an odd choice, right? But hear me out.

Flapjack as a child kinda had only Bubbie and K’nuckles as guides for his life. While they mostly spent their lives at Stormalong Harbor, they also constantly spent their lives looking for Candied Island. What if they never stopped looking and eventually, little kid Flapjack is a grown up now and he’s like “Oh wow. I wanted adventure but I was kinda manipulated to follow this creepy old man’s dreams of candy.” I think going heavy and hard on this sort of found family between them would be kinda fun. How K’nuckles wasn’t the best role model and how they’ve still only got each other in this world, that sort of thing.

Plus, a live action Stormalong would be sooooooo cool.

Number 4:

Ben 10

As the old saying goes, it started when an alien device did what it did, stuck itself upon his wrist with secrets that it hid, now he’s got superpowers he’s no ordinary kid, it’s Ben 10.

And unfortunately in CW’s Ben 10, he’s not a kid who just wants to have fun. Nah, he’s got a lot of emotional stuff to deal with and all of that depressing stuff. Isn’t it great? Now I do think that this could work especially if you work it in where maybe Ben enlisted into the plumbers after his summer vacation and it just kinda escalated from there to the point where here he is now.

Say what you will, but at least with Ben 10, we’ve seen it hit a more grounded and emotional place with Ben 10 Alien Force and Ultimate Alien so I don’t believe that this would be too far of a stretch with how that show worked and a lot of people happened to really like those iterations of the show.

Granted, I actually do want a CW styled Ben 10, but less edgy Arrow style and more along the lines of The Flash, but I’d still take this too.

And now before we get into the top 3, let’s get into a few honorable mentions.

First up, we’ve got Steven Universe. Now honestly, this could work really well, the only issue with that is that we’ve kinda already seen this story told and that was with Steven Universe Future. Good stuff and a lot of potential, but we’ve seen it and I don’t think we need to see it again with a live action coat of paint.

Next up there’s Codename Kids Next Door. Honestly, I think the only real spinoff we need for Kids Next Door is Galactic. That’s it. Anything else is unnecessary. Still, with this sort of concept an older KND who has been decommissioned and feels like there’s something missing in their lives that they just don’t understand would be really cool. Although maybe that would work as like a movie or special or somethin’ I don’t know.

And finally for the last of the honorable mentions we’ve got Teen Titans. While I am trying to keep this list to CN Originals, I couldn’t help but bring this one up. How Long is Forever is one of my all-time favorite episodes of the 2003 series so I think seeing a series taking place in that timeline or something similar would be a lot of fun maybe for like a miniseries or something. And honestly, anything’s better than Titans.

With those three out of the way, back to the list.

Number 3:

The Life and Times of Juniper Lee

In a world full of monsters and demons, June is the only one who sees them. This is the Life and Times of Juniper Lee and it makes number three on my list.

Now, like Time Squad, I didn’t watch much of this show. But what I do know about this show is that June is cool and she’s got this whole legacy and destiny by being the newest Te Xaun Ze, which are basically the magical protectors of her town. Only problem, and why I think that this direction for this show would actually be kinda cool, is the whole thing that the Te Xaun Ze is never allowed to leave the town at any point in their lives and oh boy, you could actually go really hard on that with this format since it’s literally built into the show.

Juniper Lee all grown up and just straight up depressed because she’s got the cool powers and grabs all the monsters but everyone around her has moved on in their lives. Friends have gone off to college and started all their lives and she’s got nothing but her family in Orchid Bay. You’d have a story of someone who once was big on their destiny who has accepted it but wishes that it wasn’t theirs anymore. I do know the show dealt with this a bit but with a new continuity and an older version of the character you really could just go in and deep on this.

I stand by that this would actually be pretty cool and kinda want it. Honestly, I like this idea so much that I wasn’t sure whether to put this in the number three or the number two spot, but y’know what? The next show told me a little secret that gave it the edge.

Number 2:

The Secret Saturdays

That’s right, it’s the Secret Saturdays.

Zak Saturday went all around the world with his parents discovering ancient cryptids, protecting the world and everything. He got some cool siblings in Fiskerton, Komodo and Zon. And then to add on top of that that he’s also the reincarnation of an ancient cryptid set to rule and control all the cryptids in the world? Yeah, that’ll do it. Definitely not the type of life he asked for and kid went through a lot because of it especially after losing those powers and apparently getting them back if we’re to count the Omniverse crossover TGIS to be canon.

But having parents like Zak’s, everything with the community of Secret Scientists and not really having many friends his own age or well, his own species will do that.

Exploring Zak and maybe Argost coming back for powers he might not want anymore and learning to embrace his destiny while also trying to patch up the Saturday family would be awesome.

Number 1:

Dexter’s Laboratory

Now while I know we already have a live action Dexter and it was an incredible hit, I- Wait, not the same show.

Ahem, Dexter’s Laboratory makes the top of this list. Partially because of it being PPG’s sister series but also partially because of the whole thing of there’s a lot you could do with Dexter’s character in terms of depression. If someone with such a high intellect were to somehow lose it all or just in some way, never really got forward in life, that would do it. Dexter could be a type of character that’s too stuck inside his own head in order to move forward. Alternatively, maybe Dexter is highly successful but has found there’s something missing in life or something. I dunno.

But whichever way you decide to go with Dexter’s character, you could have Dee Dee be pretty much the opposite of that. Maybe she’s found herself a place in life that she’s content with and Dex doesn’t understand why but wants it. I think going deep on this sort of emotional aspect of his life while also having all sorts of fun crazy science stuff would be a good watch.

All in all, gimme a Dexter’s lab show but we gotta make sure he keeps some form of an accent. No accent is a dealbreaker.

Although, I think that at the end of the day, animation should really just stay animated and that we don’t need to go live action for anything. All of these ideas I’ve presented, I’d of course rather prefer as cartoons with a more balanced tone more than anything but I figured with the announcement of a PPG show, this would be a silly but fun idea to talk about rather than ranting about it like most have. Granted, I’ve got some rants of my own since I still think it’s a bad idea. Haha. But you know how it goes.

At any rate those are all the shows I think would make better CW PPG style reboots than CW PPG. When it comes to the edginess and potential for drama, I feel these shows fit the bill better than the innocent, buttkicking action that was the Powerpuff Girls.

But what do you all think? Do you have any shows in mind that I haven’t mentioned? Do you think I’ve opened Pandora’s Box and given The CW more awful ideas?

Now, this was originally a YouTube video so you can probably see that in the way that this post, especially the ending was written, but I just still don’t really have the energy to edit stuff so have this post instead. It’s something I really wanted to discuss and just decided, hey, why not make it a Tumblr post?

#Cartoon network #PowerPuff Girls #live action remake #cw powerpuff girls #Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends #time squad #The Marvelous Misadventures of Flapjack #ben 10 #steven universe #steven universe future #kids next door #codename kids next door #codename knd #knd #galactic kids next door #Teen Titans #The Life and Times of Juniper Lee #secret saturdays #dexter's laboratory

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thelargefrye · 4 years

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really bad boy pt. three.

@thatgirlangelb

you felt yunho’s hand on your thigh tighten slightly and you give him a curious glance to see him glaring at something in front of you. that something turned out to be a someone that you recognize from your chemistry class.

“oh, han right?” you asked, the boy smiled at you and you returned the gesture with a smile of your own. “what’s up?”

“umm... well i wanted to give this to you,” he says, a hint of nervousness in his voice, as he holds out a white envelope for you. “h-happy valentine’s day!” he says once you take it and then dashes off.

you look at the envelope before glancing at yunho who was busy glaring in the direction han ran off in. rolling your eyes, you open the envelope to see a cute valentine’s day card inside with one of those cheesy dog-related lines as a picture of a dog was on the front.

“why did you open it?” yunho asked, the distaste clear in his voice.

“because it would be rude not too,” you answered back.

people had been giving you cards and candy since this morning. you thought yunho was going to have a stroke when three more guys showed up and handed you valentine’s day cards plus chocolate – which he grumpily took and ate.

afterwards, you had left the library with yunho to head to your next class and on the way two girls stopped you and handed you cards before running off blushing. when you got to your class, you spotted seonghwa already in his usually seat and made your way over to him.

“hi babe,” you greet and kiss his cheek as you sit down. you get your stuff out and ready for when the professor comes in and that’s when seonghwa notices a small pile of envelopes in front of you and takes them. “hey what are you doing?” you ask noticing him looking through the cards people had given you.

“where did these come from?” he questions with furrowed brows.

“people have been giving them to me,” you say gently taking them from him and putting them in your bag. “don’t act like you haven’t gotten any today,” you say, both your hands finding one of his.

“i don’t accept them though.”

“well i’m not as mean as you. you know how much courage it takes for people to give their crush a card and on valentine’s day no less,” you reply with raised eyebrows to which he only huffs out a laugh as a smirk is drawn onto his face.

“don’t accept anymore or else you get tweedle dee and tweedle dumb all jealous,” he warns and you make a dissatisfied face in return. “don’t make that face at me,” he scolds using his free hand to pinch your cheek right before your professor comes in and you turn your full attention to them.

let’s just say by the time you got done with classes, you had a bag full of valentine’s day stuff. you could already imagine the jealous storm that will happen when you get home.

“ah damn, i’m gonna have to deal with those two for the next two months. curse me for being so nice!” you scold yourself as you lean against the elevator wall.

you walk out of the elevator and pull your keys out as you walk to your apartment door. the door isn’t even opened yet and you can heard the muffled dolphin that’s in your living room. you open the door before stepping inside, taking off your jacket and shoes, and walking into the main area to be greeted by your five out of eight boyfriends.

setting your bag to side, you immediately dive for the closest male’s lap. arms instinctively wrapping around his neck as you greet him with a long kiss.

“did you miss me that much baby? was last night not enough for you?” hongjoong teases as he smiles at you, his hand running up and down your thigh.

“maybe,” you say back before the two of you kiss again.

“hey, y/n, where did you get this flower?” san ask after he had stood and made his way over to you and hongjoong. fuck the flower, you thought as you closed your eyes, remembering someone had given it to you in your world literature class. you had place it behind your ear because you thought it looked cute.

“o-oh, umm, someone gave it to me in one of my classes,” you explain.

“yah, someone gave you a flower even while almost everyone on campus knows you’re taken?!” he exclaims, shock clearly written all over his face.

“sannie, please don’t excited over this. it’s just valentine’s day, everything will go back to normal tomorrow,” you say, trying but failing to reassure san.

“did other people give you stuff today!?” wooyoung is the one to question you know as he stands from his spot in the couch. you internally roll your eyes at the mess these two are starting to cause, glancing at your two other boyfriends in the room, yeosang and yunho, who remain silent. yunho’s eyes focused on your form as yeosang doesn’t even bother with you all. you feel hongjoong’s arm snake around your waist as he pulls you closer to him.

“mine,” you hear him mumble and you let out a huff.

“yes, other people gave me cards and chocolates and i took them all because i knew i would have felt guilty about it later on. but why should you all get so worked up about this stupid holiday anyways? you get stuff all the time from your fangirls, and boys, and i don’t ever say anything about it,” you say looking straight at wooyoung and san, who pout as they look down at the floor.

you smile as you move away from hongjoong, you kiss both wooyoung and san’s cheeks before you go over and cuddle up next to yeosang.

the blonde male turns to you and smiles at you as he watches you take the flower out of your hair and place it into his. “i never got to say thank you for the flower, sangie,” you say as you lean over to kiss him.

the four other males’ jaws drop in shock at what you said while you and yeosang laugh at their faces.

“yeosang gave you that flower?! you said someone in your world literature class gave it to you!” yunho exclaims as he straightens his position from where he’s sitting.

“yeosang’s in my world literature class. did you guys forget that?” you say before said male wraps an arm around you.

“and what did you all get her for valentine’s day? or did you not get her anything?” yeosang questions smugly and you two watch as the four males race around the apartment before dashing out the front door.

#really bad boy #poly ateez #poly ateez x reader #ateez blurbs #ateez #ateez yunho #ateez seonghwa #ateez hongjoong #ateez san #ateez wooyoung #ateez yeosang #ateez x reader #ateez fluff #polyteez.

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perditaalottachocolate-blog · 3 years

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Caterwauling in the Rain

Summary: Marinette and Adrien share their very first kiss after their very first date. Chat is so overjoyed he’s ready to burst into song, albeit not all Parisians share the sentiment. Ladybug comes to investigate the complaints about a feline caterwauling in the spring rain. Luckily, it’s just her very wet boyfriend. A Miraculous Writer Zine story.

A/N: This is my piece for @mlwriterzine . I’m so happy I can finally share it! I feel honored to be among the chosen authors. I want to thank everyone, who made this zine possible, it was an amazing adventure! Make sure to read works in the zine collection, they're all a m a z i n g !

AO3

The whisper of wind in his ears, the tap of boots on the tin roofs, the pigeons nesting among the chimneys, cooing to the spring in his step. Chat Noir ran high over the streets, reveling in this late April evening, basking in the fading light of day.

Everything in his path was blooming recklessly, fueled by sunshine, turning the warmth of spring into an opulent palette of greens, whites, yellows, pinks, and every other color one could think of.

It wouldn’t have been far from the truth if Chat claimed he floated on the breeze. It certainly felt like it. Butterflies, the good kind, not the evil purple ones that’d been giving them so much grief, fluttered happily in his stomach. His chest swelled with affection as if it tried to contain all the smells and scents at once.

His heart was so full he was ready to burst into song any second now. And snugly pressed to his chest was none other than the bravest, prettiest, awesomest, and the most amazing girl he knew. The love of his life, sans the spots. Marinette Dupain-Cheng. His Lady. His girlfriend. His everything.

Her hair tickled the exposed skin under his chin, but he was too focused on carrying his precious cargo to utter a chuckle. It was her who giggled happily instead.

“I really could have gotten home myself, silly Kitty,” she murmured to his sternum. Only his enhanced hearing allowed him to pick up the words over the rush of air and the buzz of traffic.

“A gentlecat always walks the lady home after a date,” he countered, allowing a little bit of flirt to seep into his voice.

A date! he thought excitedly, his heart skipping a few beats. The very first real one, official and everything. Not that anyone paid attention to two goofy teens sharing an ice cream, walking down the banks of the Seine and doing all the carefree, silly things teens did. Bantering, picking flowers, playing tag just because. Holding hands, stealing glances, blushing. Basically half of Adrien’s bucket list went down on that date, more than he could ever hope for. It was still very fresh—the romantic side of their relationship, just like nature herself, coming to life with spring—yet he doubted the excitement of enjoying her company on both sides of their masks would ever ebb.

Alas, their time had run out all too quickly. For unfathomable reasons their parents set a curfew and warned them not to break it. Yet Adrien refused to leave Marinette to return home by herself. He announced his arrival at the mansion, claiming he was exhausted after a busy day, and dashed off to his room. The door barely had time to close behind him when Chat Noir was already leaping through the window. He scooped Marinette into his arms and vaulted them high and away from the prying eyes of pedestrians. Just a little run and they were already on the little balcony of 12 Rue Gotlib.

It wasn’t dusk yet, although darkness already settled over the city thanks to the rain clouds that flocked from the west, keeping the last rays of spring sun to themselves. A silver half-moon peeked tentatively over the rooftops, picking up the slack.

Unexpectedly the sight filled him with nostalgia. “Anything can happen at half-moon,” Chat recited absently. He didn’t remember where he’d heard the verse.

“Anything?” Marinette frowned in confusion. After all, they had just spent a delightful afternoon together. Why would his mood turn wistful so suddenly?

He decided to play it off. He grinned cheekily. “Like maybe … a kiss?”

He was pushing his luck, he knew. They hadn’t reached that milestone yet, still tiptoeing around each other after the accidental reveal, still testing the waters, although neither of them was oblivious to the other’s feelings anymore.

To his astonishment Marinette fixed him with a coy smile and threw her hands around his neck. She climbed to her toes. “Maybe,” she whispered, her lips a hairbreadth away from his. Her eyes twinkled in the moonlight.

Chat released a ragged breath against her mouth. He shuddered from head to toe as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her flush against him. His body screamed for her, longed for her presence. But he wouldn’t dare to make the first step. He always followed her lead. He had to be sure it was what she wanted, even if he knew it wasn’t in her nature to tease him like this.

And then Marinette was kissing him. Sweetly, tenderly, with just a hint of passion simmering underneath. The gentle caress shrunk his world to just her and this moment.

He was sure he died, his heart flatlining out of sheer euphoria, his neurons fried from overjoy, his body coming apart at the seams. He floated to heaven and then her kisses brought him back to life. Back to the warmth of her embrace, to the flowery scent of her skin, and to soft kisses he knew he would never have enough of.

All too soon she withdrew, leaving his lips tingling and cold. He stumbled, dizzy with love in his heart and springtime in his lungs.

She must have thought he was being dramatic, because she ruffled his already wild mane.

“Goof,” she giggled. “Go home, before you catch a cold.”

“A cold?” He knitted his brows. “Why would I catch a cold now?”

“It’s raining, you dork.” Marinette bopped him on the nose and turned her hands up. A few plump droplets splashed on her palm.

Huh? How long did that kiss take? He hadn’t noticed when the rain started. Either those clouds had been moving faster than he’d thought, or he might have been more distracted than usual. Lately he tended to get tunnel vision in Marinette’s company, tuning out everyone and everything while soaking in her presence.

From behind the deck chair Marinette produced a black umbrella. She pressed it into his claws. “This is no dew, Kitty. It’s going to pour heavily soon.”

“Really?” He chuckled. She walked straight into this one. “I’m purring already, my Lady.” He grabbed her hand and put it to his chest. Then he released a rumble worthy of a thunderstorm.

“Besides, where I stand, the sun is shining all over the place.” He dropped the cheesy line with a flourish.

“See, you’re already delirious,” Marinette replied matter-of-factly. “Also, yes, I’m very proud of you for getting the ‘Singing in the Rain’ reference, you dorkasaurus,” she added, seeing his pout of indignation. “Now go, before you get wet for real.”

“Didn’t you mean furrrrr real?” he started, but dropped it immediately when she set him with one of Ladybug’s finest glowers. “A kiss good night, purrrhaps?” he asked hopefully.

Marinette grabbed him by the bell with such force, his hand slipped on the umbrella’s handle. She pressed her lips to his, but with more fire than sugar this time.

Snap! The black canopy sprang to its full size, startling them both.

“Sorry! Sorry!” Chat exclaimed, but Marinette just shook her head, launching into a fit of laughter. It was impossible not to join her.

“This umbrella is absolutely terrible,” she wheezed, clutching at her belly. “The ultimate killjoy.”

“You mean this is …” He trailed off, finally giving the umbrella a thorough look. Sure enough, he soon found the loopy ‘Agreste’ carved into the handle. “Oh, wow,” he whispered reverently. Marinette had mentioned the significance of that first rain they’d experienced together.

“Yup. And I want it back, mind you,” she added.

“This is an Agreste umbrella. You’d need to marry me for the name to check out, Princess.” Chat shot her with a toothy grin.

“Did you just propose on the first date, Adrien?” She raised a brow. “You might want to save something for the second one.”

“Ooops.” He feigned a horrified gasp. Incidentally, that absolutely had been on his bucket list. This was Marinette after all. “I’m gonna have to google some new ideas. But anyway, your answer would be …?”

Marinette shook her head again and thrusted her hand into his face. “You’re impossible. Just go home already before we both catch a cold.”

Right. He hadn’t noticed her shivering in the cold evening breeze, and the rain probably wasn’t helping.

“As you wish, m’Lady.” He bowed. “See you tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow it is, my Prince,” she replied with a curtsy, raising the imaginary fabric of a long dress with her fingers. Then with one last playful wink, she disappeared through the skylight.

Chat sighed in contentment, drawing in the chilly, humid air. He didn’t feel even a little bit tired, more like ignited after the spectacular afternoon of romance, flirting, and banter. He leaped to the railing and elongated his baton so that it hit the pavement. Then, like a leather-clad Mary Poppins, he floated down, startling a few passersby.

“Du-dudu-du, du-du-dudu-dee-dudu,” he hummed under his breath, setting into a leisurely stroll. The rain picked up a heavier rhythm, just like Marinette predicted.

“Du-dudu-du, du-du-dudu-dee-dudu.” He continued letting his inner Gene Kelly come out and play. He always wanted to perform that song, ever since he’d watched the movie with his father ages ago. And what better place to do so than the Parisian streets, a classy background to the classic number?

He already felt the tune bubbling in his throat. He couldn’t contain it any longer even if he tried. With a theatrical shrug he folded the umbrella and propped it against his shoulder. His lips stretched into a dreamy smile when he set off again. Then came the song.

“I'm siiiingin' in the rain, just siiiiiingin' in the rain.” His voice carried over the street, earning him a few confused glances. He gave his audience a little wink.

“What a gloooorious feeling, I'm haaaaaappy again,” he claimed, jumping onto a lampost. “I'm laughing at clouds. So daaaark up above. The sun's in my heart ...” Chat’s smile turned into something more smitten as he gazed upon a certain balcony looming in the distance, “… and I'm reeeeeady for loooove.”

“Let the stoooormy clouds chase everyone from the place.” He waved at a couple making their way through the rain, hiding under an already-soaked newspaper. They chuckled at his antics and clapped, rewarding his performance.

Encouraged, Chat turned his face to the sky while throwing his arms to the sides in a truly musical fashion. “Come on with the rain! I've a smile on my face!”

He resumed his walk, nonchalantly swinging the umbrella in large circles. “I walk down the lane, with a haaaaaaaappy refrain. Just singing, singing iiiiiiiin the rain.”

Chat spotted a few phones aimed at him and chuckled inwardly. People always looked for a scoop. Alya was going to be so angry she missed this. He could almost hear her gritting her teeth. Let's give them a show, he thought as his feet carried out the routine, a mix of waltz and tap dancing.

“Daaaaaancing in the rain,” he howled. “La-daaaa-da-da-di-daaaaAAA. I'm happy again.” He grabbed the umbrella as if it were a ukulele and struck a chord, making an elated face, as if he were Luka’s more handsome twin. “I'm singin' and dancing in the rain.”

More tap dancing followed. Chat finally found a way to release all the pent-up energy that had come from the afternoon spent with the love of his life. He tapped, he stepped, he pirouetted, for his joy and for the entertainment of a significant crowd that had gathered to witness his performance. The umbrella was his partner, his pendulum, his microphone and staff. Oh, how versatile a prop this was! Chat leaped like a very wet ballerina, jumped over the puddles or right into them, frolicking in a totally unfeline manner, splashing the water onto himself and all around. A reckless, unstoppable dancing and singing machine.

Slosh! A wall of cold water washed over him, effectively ending the show. He wiped the liquid from his eyes only to see a very familiar red-clad figure holding a polka-dotted bucket, which must have been the source of his unexpected and involuntary shower.

Concern marred Ladybug’s face. She breathed heavily—she must have been running fast to get here. But why did she have to be such a … what had Marinette said? Ah, an ultimate killjoy.

“Why did you go and do that?” he complained, frowning in accusation. Water dripped from his soaked hair right into his ears. Both pairs.

Ladybug narrowed her eyes at him. “The neighbors were complaining about some caterwauling felines and I decided to investigate in case there was an akuma,” she said.

Chat shook his head, trying to get rid of the ear leak. “Well, was there?”

His partner raised a brow and smirked, taking in his drenched form.

“Oh.” It suddenly dawned on Chat that maybe performing a musical number in a city regularly haunted by mind-controlling villains wasn’t the best of ideas. “Sorry,” he said sheepishly, then shivered. “I’m cold,” he added.

“Awww, poor kitty,” Ladybug cooed. She relaxed her shoulders, no longer alert. “I need to take you home.” She tangled her yo-yo around a chimney, grabbed him at the waist and in the next moment they were already soaring over the streets.

She stopped on a roof a block away from the mansion. Her timing was perfect, as usual.

“AAAACHOOOOO!” Chat’s sneeze was so powerful Plagg flew out of the ring, taking the leather suit with him. The little kwami didn’t look happy in the least.

“Awww, shucks.” Adrien trembled. “Now it’s even colder.”

“You don’t say,” Plagg grumbled. He was dripping wet.

Ladybug sighed in disbelief. She scooped the sprite into her hand and hid him in her pigtail. Then she proceeded to lift Adrien princess style and set off in the direction of his house. Unseen and undetected by the mansion’s security system, she slipped through the bathroom window and into the warmth of his room.

A true hero, the epitome of helpfulness, she grabbed a blanket from the bed and wrapped him tight. Then, with a towel she had taken from the bathroom, she gave Plagg the same treatment.

“I’m gonna leave you to change and go to sleep,” she finally declared. “No more clowning!” She pointed a finger at Adrien.

He gave her an innocent blink. Alas, Ladybug seemed to be immune to his charm. Or maybe it was just late for her. After all he had caused her to leave the dry room and investigate an alleged akuma attack. He decided to step up his game.

“Maybe a good-night kiss?” He fluttered his golden lashes hopefully. That always got a nice fluster out of Marinette.

“Haven’t you gotten like two already?” she frowned.

“Nuh-uh, that was Chat. Adrien didn’t get any,” he complained. “Besides”—he fixed her with the delightful smile of a teenage heartthrob, his voice lowering to a murmur—“three is the charm, as Lady Luck should be perfectly aware.”

Ladybug tapped her lip thoughtfully. “Well,” she drawled, stepping closer, “you do make a compelling argument …” Then she closed the space between them.

Meowrrr, the cat in him uttered. Three was definitely the charm.

- The End -

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semisgroupie · 3 years

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DEE !! HAPPY 200 MY LOVE !! 🥳💕✨ i’m so proud of you!! you deserve this and so much more!!

for your event maybe i request option 1? 🥺 & could i do the two self ships ?

1) bokuto (obvi LMFAO)

headcanons:

i am NOT a morning person, but bo is, so i’m very grumpy but bokuto is the only person who knows how to put me in a good mood~

bokuto’s a brat tamer (no one can change my mind) & i am, in fact, a brat ... mhm mhm yes 😳

me n bo both have praise kinks... that’s all i gotta say on that

scenario: bokuto wakes up really early to go for a morning jog or something, he comes home & i’m still in bed, so he goes to wake me up (*cough* with sex *cough*)

kinks: daddy!kink, (consensual) somnophilia, creampies

2) dabi !!

headcanons:

our relationship dynamic is he’s a dick to everyone else except me~

we both are kinda possessive ?? we both get jealous super easily & it makes us even more protective of each other

him & i are into marking... but like not just hickies ya kno ... mf uses his quirk... (is tht too much?! pls i just— ✨him✨)

scenario: angry/jealous sex, he saw some guy flirting with me at a party but i also saw some girl flirting with him

kinks (u kno i’m not sure if we were supposed to send kinks for each self ship or just once? so i’m so sorry if i did this wrong!): daddy!kink, dacryphilia, spitting~

AGAIN CONGRATS ON 200 HONEYBEE IM SO PROUD OF YOU 🥺💓✨💐

Thank you so much love bug these are so good! I hope you like these and I also included songs to describe both relationships :) NSFW UNDER THE CUT MINORS DNI

Selfships: Tiny + Bokuto, Tiny + Dabi

Warnings: consensual somnophilia (Bokuto), unprotected sex, rough sex, dacryphilia, spit play, daddy kink, creampies

Selfship #1:

Bokuto’s alarm went off at 7 in the morning, you groaned and turned in his hold as he stretched his arm off to shut off the alarm.

“Tiny, do you wanna come with me on my run?”

“No. Wanna sleep, go run.”

Bokuto rolled his eyes at your little attitude, he knew that in the mornings you are always a little cranky so he just ignored it. He got out of bed and put on his exercise clothes for a morning run. He walked over and looked at your sleeping form, still naked under the cover from last night’s fuckfest. He leaned down and gave you a kiss on your forehead which you swatted away with a whine for him to let you sleep.

“Watch yourself little one or you won’t like the outcome of your actions. I want you up when I come back, we have a long day today.”

Bokuto left and went on his morning run, he was out for about 30 minutes. He grabbed a bottle of water from the kitchen and made his way back up to your shared bedroom. He peeked his head inside and saw you still sleeping.

“Of course, you’re still asleep.”

When you both first started having sex you gave Bokuto consent to wake you up in his own special way. Many mornings he would wake you up balls deep inside you and this morning was going to be one of those mornings. Bokuto made his way over to your sleeping form, light breaths leaving your slightly parted lips. He lifted the blanket that covered you and moved his hand down your body.

“Fuck baby, your body is just perfect.”

At the feeling of his hands on you, you spread your legs slightly still very much asleep it was just second nature to you. Bokuto took his exercise clothes off quickly, his thick cock slapping against his abdomen as he took his running shorts off. He climbed on top of you, pumping himself a few times getting ready to enter you.

He looked down at your pussy, your entrance leaking cum. His cock twitched in his hand at the sight. He spit on his hand and stroked his cock getting it wet for you. He aligned himself and slowly entered you, a small moan of ‘daddy’ leaving your lips but you were still asleep. He slid himself in until his balls were firm against your ass.

He started with slow, shallow thrusts but your pussy clenching around his cock made him feral. He grabbed your hips tightly and started pounding your pussy. The head of his cock hitting your g-spot over and over. After about the third time his cock brushed against it you woke up from your slumber.

“D-daddy! Fuck, feels good!”

“Sorry baby, I wanted to be more gentle but you feel so fucking good. You got me addicted to this pussy baby.”

He kept his pace watching your tits bounce in time with each thrust, he leaned down taking one of your nipples in his mouth swirling his tongue around it.

“Daddy! Daddy feels good! You-your cock fills me s-so good daddy!”

He bit on your nipple a bit harder, a tinge of pain coursing through your body. Bokuto lifted his head up with a grin on his face.

“That’s for your attitude earlier, swat me away again and I’ll keep you handcuffed the entire day.”

“Daddy! That hurt.”

“Good.”

He took his thumb rubbing it on your clit and his thrusts became sloppier by the second. Your clenching pussy feeling too good around his cock.

“Fuck daddy! I’m go-gonna-ngh-gonna cum daddy!”

“Good baby cum for me. Cum for me now.”

Extra pressure added to your clit made you cum around his cock, your quivering pussy sending him into his own orgasm. He filled you with his cum adding to whatever was left from last night’s rendezvous. He pulled out of you and laid down next to you.

“Hmm we could postpone our plans for tomorrow. I wanna spend the day in bed with you.”

“Thank you daddy, I love you.”

“I love you more.”

Selfship #2:

Dabi looked at you from where he was standing. His blood boiling. That guy standing too close to you, leaning too close to you, every time he saw you laugh at the idiots jokes Dabi got even more infuriated. Did this prick not see the hickeys littered across your neck? If your dress lifted a bit higher the idiot would see Dabi’s fingerprints burned into your skin. You’re his and his alone and every single mark on your body proves it.

He makes his way over to you, he’s fuming. How could you let that guys hand hold your arm for that long? Once you’re close he pulls your arm and slots his mouth against your in a sloppy kiss, both your tongues battling for dominance, saliva leaving the corners of your mouths. You pulled away looking at him, your lips slick with his saliva.

You pulled him into the closest empty room and slammed the door getting away from the blaring music.

“What the fuck was that for?”

“That guy you were flirting with, you forget you’re with me?”

“Explain that to the girl who was ready to suck your dick once you said the word.”

He laughed at what you said and it made you angrier. He grabbed your chin between his index finger and thumb bringing your face close to his.

“Listen here, you’re mine and I’m yours. Let me reteach that, open.”

You opened your mouth and he collected his saliva to spit in your mouth. You swallowed it once it hit your tongue.

“Thank you daddy.”

He lifted the hem of your dress to your hips and he undid his pants lowering it to reveal his cock. He quickly looked around and saw a cabinet to put you on top of. He lifted you and put you on top of the cabinet. He dropped down face to face with your pussy, spreading your legs and he spit on your pussy, a small moan leaving you. He got back up and rubbed his cock against your folds a hiss leaving his lips as his sensitive cock head brushed against you.

“Fuck stop teasing daddy and just-fuck!”

He thrusted his cock inside you going balls deep in one thrust he grabbed your hips thrusting at an animalistic speed.

“You’re mine, no one else’s. All. Fucking. Mine.”

He punctuated each word with a hard thrust making your mouth fall open. He grabbed the back of your neck pulling you close to him so he could spit in your mouth again. His rough thrusts pulling orgasm after orgasm from you, your saliva mixed with his dripping down your chin. It just feels too good, he’s hitting all the right spots making tears brim in your eyes.

One harsh thrust made you shut your eyes all the tears coming down. No words leaving your mouth just moans of ‘daddy please’ and “all yours’. His thrusts started becoming sloppy as he was reaching his high.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum. Gonna fill this tight little cunt with my cum.”

His used his quirk to mark your hips with his handprints, the pain of the burn mixed with his thrusts sent you into another orgasm. Dabi leaned forward sinking his teeth into your shoulders as he finished inside you.

“Fuck, you bring the worst out of me baby but I love it and I love you.”

“And you do the same to me, I love you too.”

Songs to describe your relationship:

For Bokuto- Leave The Door Open by Bruno Mars & Anderson.Paak/ Lost in You by khai dreams

For Dabi- Him & I by G-Eazy & Halsey

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