#it's like a friend said: sometimes it's not the middle child that's forgotten. it's the eldest.

[puppy-steve]

had my stepdad's funeral today (not my current stepdad) and hoooooo boy the abandonment issues are in full swing :)

#not a single mention of me in his obituary - as if the 15 or so years where he raised me suddebly didn't matter anymore - #- bc he and my mom were no longer married. all his current step kids were listed though :) (along with their partners/spouses) #i didn't even get to sit up front with everyone. i sat in the very back of the room in the very last row. #and you know what? i really fucking needed the comfort of my step brothers #like i was 10 again and they were the only ones standing between me and him when his temper got ugly #i got it at the end at the cemetery where we all three hugged really tight. but i still would've liked to sit beside them. #it was just like i was sort of overlooked the whole time - which in fairness i havent actually been his stepkid in 10 years #but. idk. it still hurt. #bc i also noticed it with my own parents #people are always shocked when i tell them that yes - this is my dad and this is my mom #bc they know their Other Kids. not me. #it's like a friend said: sometimes it's not the middle child that's forgotten. it's the eldest. #ok sorry rant over ive just been stewing over this all day #cj talks

[hollythius]

IT’S A SYMBOL OF OUR FRIENDSHIP! | secret relationship headcannons

featuring | alhaitam, kaveh, tighnari, childe

prompt | as secret lovers, your favorite pastime is buying incognito matching items for you and your partner. but after so many grandiose, lovingly picked items start to alert your friends— well, what do you say?

tldr | i love secret relationship tropes 🫶 especially when it’s by choice and not necessity. reader is gn, i tried to be funny (it didn’t work), help i cant write any of these characters, uhh enjoy!! reblogs help btw! this got way off topic, uhhhh i’m having fun with these hehe

ALHAITAM — matching rings

the great sage was rarely fond of people, and even rarer was when he purposefully went out of his way to do something for another person. thus, after you had gotten over the initial shock of his confession— wham! he had pulled you aside to hand you a box that held matching rings. you almost fainted, the insanity of your precious haitham not understanding the implications of such jewelry threw you for a loop. however, you accepted it as a sort of promise ring, the silver band wrapped with green, vine-like markings. kaveh was the first to notice. “what’s that you’ve got there?” he smirked. his pointer finger directed at alhaitam’s middle finger where the ring rested. “oh, and what’s this? y/n has one too? oh my!” and alhaitam, sweet, red faced alhaitam, simply said, “it’s a gesture of our friendship!” you shook your head, smiling. kaveh laughed. you knew he was starting to suspect you anyway.

KAVEH — matching earrings

having your boyfriend’s roommate intrude on the two of you was rare, but that didn’t mean it didn’t happen. you were beginning to think it was on purpose— alhaitam was smart, and it wouldn’t take a genius to realize your relationship. (especially with how affectionate kaveh was sometimes) “y/n, help me put them in,” kaveh whines. “hold on, kaveh. here,” you finished putting your own earrings in, before coming over to kaveh. you press a kiss to his temple, which leads to him kissing your wrist— soon the earrings are left forgotten on the vanity and your collective priority is to kiss each other to death. these ministrations hold your attention so tightly that you don’t hear the knock at the door. or the ‘i’m coming in’ from alhaitham. well, he was bound to find out one way or another.

TIGHNARI — matching bracelets

tighnari’s tongue stuck out a little when he was focused— a cute habit of his that you had yet to comment on. now, he was focused on latching a clasp on a bracelet he had bought you. on his wrist was a matching one: gold and green with incredible luster. he was struggling. “need help, nari?” you ask, giggling. “no. m’fine.” he was certainly not fine, with how long it was taking him. “you’re so cute,” you say softly, tighnari looking up at you annoyed. “and?” you laugh again, the clasp on your bracelet still not closed. you kiss the top of his head, chuckling. “i think you need some help, hon.”

CHILDE — matching scarves

the chilly weather of snezhnaya warranted thick coats, long bottoms, and heavy boots. hats or earmuffs were common, but scarves were practically a staple fashion item. they could be worn multiple ways, styled impeccably, and still keep you warm. so when childe gifted you a red scarf that perfectly matched his own, you melted. “is this for me?” you whispered, childe chuckling at the awe in your tone. “uh-huh. look, it matches mine! and red’s a common color here, so it doesn’t look suspicious,” he said. but the real test would be when he was out in public. the red on his face could easily be explained away as from the cold, but you knew that the rosy tint was him blushing. you buried your face in your own scarf, embarrassed. childe just thought it made you look cuter.

#🍵 . your tea is ready! ​´ — writings #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham x gn reader #alhaitham x you #kaveh x reader #kaveh x you #kaveh x gender neutral reader #tighnari x y/n #tighnari x gn reader #tighnari x reader #tighnari x you #childe x reader #childe x y/n #childe x gn reader #childe x you #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader

[thepixelelf]

ah! love - 3

genres: married life au, family au, fluff, a little... angst? but we know it ends up okay (best friends to lovers) relationship: husbands 95 line x reader (feat. baby doremi line) words: 2.0k warnings: none notes: joshua centric!! also they live somewhere where it gets cold sometimes. I know that Joshua's had a little less time in the a!l spotlight, so I hope this satisfies the shushus[?] out there! this is the first >1k bday fic I've written in a while idk what came over me lol

ah! love masterlist

Joshua saves the day...wait, the night?

Joshua loves his kids. More than anything, though that thought sometimes scares him if he thinks too hard about it. The point is, he loves his sticky little mischievous imps, no matter how many times they throw up in the middle of the night, or run around with food half-chewed in their mouths because they've yet to develop a fear of choking like he and the rest of his partners have, or the half a million other things they don't warn you about parenthood. He loves his sons, end of sentence. Period.

But that's not to say they were his idea. Like a lot of the current life he feels overwhelmingly lucky to live, none of this was his idea. He hadn't even dreamed of it -- even his sleeping consciousness couldn't have been so creative as to spin the love story that led to his present. He hadn't fathomed marrying you and his other two best friends.

The marriage was Seungcheol's idea. But apparently you and Jeonghan were already thinking about it, too.

Joshua had been entirely caught off guard.

He was thinking too rigidly, he realized. Their marriage isn't legally recognized in any sense, and it was for that reason that he'd never even considered it in the first place... but it's still his marriage, whether penned and signed or not. There are three rings on his finger to prove it.

The kids were Jeonghan's idea. Well. The kid was sort of his, Seungcheol's and your idea. Jeonghan had said he'd always dreamed of having two kids -- a boy and a girl, like him and his little sister. You'd had your own fears about children, as did Seungcheol. You were scared you wouldn't know how to parent, wouldn't be able to raise a child in the way they deserved. Seungcheol worried how a child raised in their unconventional family would be treated by their peers. They'd all chosen the life they would live together, society's judging eyes be damned, but the child wouldn't have a choice, least of all an informed one.

Over the breakfast that was long forgotten after Jeonghan made his casual suggestion and vulnerable confession, you and Seungcheol eventually needled him down to one kid. Maybe.

As for Joshua, he didn't say a word. He was too lost in his own head, imagining a swaddled baby in your arms, and you in his. A shimmering mirage of his lips pressed upon your forehead, before he bent slightly to kiss the baby's tiny hands.

One kid may have been Jeonghan's, Seungcheol's, and your idea, but with Joshua, and circumstances as they were, you came home with three.

So perhaps some of this was his idea.

Not this, though.

"Papa...?"

Joshua blinks himself awake. His room is mostly dark, but warm light filters in from the hallway. The culprit? A little boy with one hand on the doorknob and the other wiping the corner of his bleary eye. Joshua can't tell who it is by looks alone, since the boy is all but a silhouette in the doorway, but he knows from the sound of his voice that it's Vernon.

Slowly, he removes his arm from around your waist. It's unlucky, maybe, that tonight you chose to sleep in Joshua's room, and then Vernon decided this was the place to be, too. He scoots away from you, then tries to lightly step across the room to kneel in front of Vernon. "Hey, bud," he whispers, trying desperately not to wake you up after a long day. "Can't sleep?"

"Bad dream," Vernon mutters.

⭒-⭒-⭒

"Bad dream?" Joshua sat up from the couch he was sleeping on just a minute ago, and he watched you whip around like a kid with their hand caught in the cookie jar.

But you only had a glass of water in your hand, and you winced as you turned off the tap. "Sorry. I was trying not to wake you."

"You didn't." Not really, anyway. The couch wasn't exactly the most comfortable thing to sleep on in the first place, which was why he offered you his room to sleep in while you needed a place to stay for the night. Actually, both Jeonghan and Seungcheol had offered their beds too, and it became a bit of a squabble, but you'd settled things by just picking the room offered to you first.

"Liar," you said, and even though the only light in the room came from the moon through the balcony windows, he could hear the smile the word came through. Still, there was a certain tiredness in your voice.

"Seriously. What's wrong?"

A sigh left you.

"Come, sit," he insisted. "Talk to me. You know I'll annoy it out of you eventually."

Another sigh came from you, but this one of reluctant, amused acceptance. You walked across the combined kitchen slash living space in in their three-room apartment, set your water on the coffee table, and sat on the other end of the couch from him. Too far for his liking.

"What's your mood like tonight?" you asked him as you relaxed into the cushions, your head resting so that you stared at the ceiling.

"On what scale?"

"Hm... holiday rom coms?"

He thought hard for a second. "The Princess Switch 2: Switched Again."

You snorted, rubbing your hands over your face. "Not good then?"

"Well, you did have to abandon your apartment because the heat turned off and your dumb landlord is completely MIA." He shifted his body to face you, one arm propped up on the back of the couch to lean his head on. "But you showed up here wearing a comedic amount of layers, so the day had its funny moments."

A laugh bubbled from your throat, and Joshua found himself smiling in the dark. "I guess you're right. How's your mood in terms of..." You let your head flop to the side to look at him. "...a hug?"

He had to wonder sometimes if you had absolutely no idea what he would do for you if you asked. A hug wouldn't be on that list-- it was so easy that it didn't even constitute consideration.

But his heart warmed, because even though he knew he'd never refuse to give you something so simple as a hug, you knew he wasn't constantly the physical affection kind of guy. You wanted to ask him. You wanted his comfort, but only if he was willing.

God, was he willing.

"All yours." He opened up his arms, and you all but sank into him.

You both stayed like that for a while, silent, but warm. He was satisfied with you in his arms, but he could tell your mind was still stewing.

"You gonna tell me what's got you up so late?" he muttered, rubbing his thumbs back and forth on your sides.

"Do you ever think about the future, Joshua?"

Sometimes. But it was always with you in it. "Not really."

Leaning back, he brought you to lie almost on top of him, so now he was the one staring at the ceiling.

You sighed. "I try not to... at least not too much. But sometimes, on nights like these, I'm scared that I..."

He waited for you to continue, but when you didn't, he gently patted your back. "That you what?"

"That I want too much."

Joshua breathed in. Held that air for a few more seconds than necessary. Breathed out. He wondered if it would always be like this-- you being brave enough to speak aloud the fears he kept locked up.

"Don't be scared," he whispered, because what else could he say?

Me too?

No. He couldn't know if you meant it in the same way he felt, and it would be selfish to let his words and feelings out now, while his two other best friends were asleep mere meters away.

You chuckled, as if to dispel any vulnerability you'd revealed. "Easy for you to say."

You had no idea.

"I'll protect you."

"Ah, right. Did you read my mind? We'll have to sleep out here tonight."

Not yet catching up to your joke, Joshua loosened his arms around you and furrowed his brow. "What do you mean?"

You lifted your head, a cheeky, bitable smile on your lips. Your voice lowered to a conspiratorial hush. "There's a monster under your bed."

⭒-⭒-⭒

Joshua ends up in the kitchen downstairs, all three boys sitting on the counter since Papa Seungcheol isn't there to discourage it. He tried to help Vernon right back into bed, he swears, but as soon as Seungkwan roused from his sleep and asked Vernon what was wrong, a conspiracy of monsters under each of their beds spiralled out of control. Even Chan got dragged in, heavy sleeper that he is.

Now, Joshua's showing them his ultra-secret monster repellent recipe. He melts an ice cube on a warm pan like a slab of butter, then pours warm water over it. Hiding more ice in his hands, he pretends to pull it from the pantry and adds that to the "mixture" too.

The boys watch, entranced and more than a little tired, as Joshua carefully pours the pan's contents into a measuring cup filled with yet more ice. He then pours that into a spray bottle they use to water the plants and screws the lid on. "There," he says proudly, presenting the bottle in front of the boys like it's a fine wine.

"What's going on down here?" your soft voice comes from the bottom of the stairway.

Joshua winces. "I was hoping I wouldn't wake you."

"It's alright," you say, though he can tell you're still fatigued. You walk over to the kitchen and pet the first boy's head that you reach, Chan's. "What are you all doing up?"

While Vernon makes grabby hands for you to run your fingers through his hair as well, Seungkwan answers. "Papa Shua's making monster-go-away juice."

"Monster-go-away juice?" you echo, then turn to Joshua with feigned shock and a quiet gasp. "Not your secret recipe?"

Joshua smiles. You're always so quick to match his humour. "I know." He throws the boys a look before meeting your eyes with full, teasing seriousness. "But I think they're ready."

Your eyes glimmer with laughter, but you hold yourself back for the sake of the bit. Turning to your sons, you wag your finger. "This is powerful stuff, boys. You have to use it carefully."

Chan's eyes are wide, sparkling with awe as he takes in your every word. Seungkwan and Vernon are equally rapt. Joshua's going to have to explain all this to the more straightforward husbands tomorrow, but tonight? Seeing the adorable looks on his sons faces and the playful tilt of yours is totally worth it.

"But don't worry," he chimes in. "It only works on monsters. It's harmless to humans. See?"

In a flash, he points the bottle at you and pulls the trigger, spraying a thin mist of water-water right in your face. You flinch in surprise, affronted, but only Joshua can tell. You laugh, then look at the boys again. "See? Nothing." You snatch the spray bottle from him. "It doesn't do anything to papa Joshua, either."

Okay, he thinks as you spray him not once, but three times, he deserves that.

"Now, papa Joshua and I are going to take care of any monsters, and then we're all gonna go to sleep, okay?"

The boys nod, and Vernon yawns, then motions for you to pick him up. You send a look Joshua's way, and he sends one right back. He gathers both Seungkwan and Chan in his arms, but before you start the trek up the stairs, he stops you. Each of the sons in his arms get a kiss to the top of their head, and then he leans over and presses one to your temple. Lastly, he bends down and, while Vernon has raised his arm to once again rub his eyes, Joshua kisses his tiny little hand. Just like he imagined over breakfast not so long ago.

No, waking up in the middle of the night to save his sons from imaginary monsters was never his idea. Neither was this life, or this family.

But Joshua wouldn't have to any other way.

#seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #seventeen x reader #poly svt x reader #poly seventeen x reader #joshua hong scenarios #joshua hong imagines #joshua hong x reader #svt x reader #kpop scenarios #svt scenarios #svt imagines #kpop imagines #a!l.collection #scoups scenarios #scoups imagines #scoups x reader #jeonghan scenarios #jeonghan imagines #jeonghan x reader #choi seungcheol scenarios #choi seungcheol imagines #choi seungcheol x reader #yoon jeonghan scenarios #yoon jeonghan imagines #yoon jeonghan x reader

[generalllimaginesss]

"If you weren't my sibling you'd be my best friend." "I can most definitely be both?" "Nah."

hughes sister saying that to jack and being like he can’t be my brother and best friend because that’s already luke

I was waiting for this one!! I hope you like it!!

••

Jack wasn't the only middle child in the Hughes family, but he most definitely suffered from Middle Child Syndrome the most. Quinn was busy hanging out with his friends, and his younger two siblings always seemed to leave him out, whether that be on purpose or not was up for debate. Sometimes he just felt forgotten.

The truth is that Luke was like your child growing up. When he was a baby, he was basically a living babydoll. You dressed him up, helped feed him, bathe him, the whole ordeal. When he was old enough to walk, the trouble that the two of you got into was endless. He made sure that when he started to get serious about hockey that you didn't feel left out, always prioritizing your once a week gossip session that took place in your room as you did your skincare routine on you and him while catching him up with what's going on in your life.

The whole Hughes family knew the routine, no interrupting the gossip session, but Jack couldn't help but eaves drop on what you were telling Luke.

"...so I'm standing there, actually watching this dude lie straight through his teeth, telling me that he didn't try to hook up with my friend. Did he think she wouldn't send me the screenshots? I mean seriously..." Jack could hear through the rather thin walls from the place where he was standing in the hallway.

He was about to head to his room, but just as he was passing your bedroom door it opened, like a scene straight out of a movie, hitting him smack dab in the middle of his face.

"Dude this is sad. Are you this desperate to try to be in our circle?" Luke patted his brother on the shoulder as you got closer to the scene.

You and Luke communicated in almost a telepathic way, passing a glance that said it would be ok if Jack joined just this once.

"Come on you idiot," You took his arm and pull him into your room.

He looked between you and Luke, noticing some sort of mask covering both of your faces.

"What the fuck is on your face," Jack laughed as he started to pay attention to his younger brother.

"Don't knock it until you try it," He replied, sipping on a glass of water.

"So what brings you here today," You piped up, curious as to why your older brother was all of a sudden interested in your gossip day with Luke.

"I heard you talking about a boy," Admittedly, he knew it was kind of weird to be listening in on his little sister's love life, but he liked to think that they could be close enough to fill each other in on important information.

He noticed that you were preparing something, and then saw that you were coming towards him with whatever was already on Luke's face.

"No way in hell is that going on my face," He tried to defend himself, but Luke holding his arms behind his back revealed that there was no point in trying.

"If you want to be in on the gossip, you can't skip skincare," You said, applying the mask evenly over Jack's face.

"So you heard what I was saying?" You asked, biting your tongue and concentrating on not making a mess on your floor.

"Mhm," Jack hummed.

"Any advice?" You were actually curious about what he had to say considering he could be the type of dude to do some stupid shit like you had experienced.

"Don't give him the time of day. Know your worth. I mean you got some pretty badass brothers, so you shouldn't expect anything less from a guy," He advised, his eyes closed trying to avoid getting anything in them.

"I think that's why I keep getting disappointed. I mean, not counting Jack, you and Quinn set the bar high for expectations from a guy," Your comment is directed at Luke, but you give Jack a cheeky glance.

"Hey! I'm sitting right here..." He feigned hurt, his hand covering his heart to add to the dramatics.

"No, but seriously. Mom and Dad didn't raise you to settle. Don't compromise your standards for a guy that isn't worth it." Jack's advice was filled with love, something that he wasn't very serious about most of the time, especially with his siblings. They all loved each other, but they rarely expressed it through words.

"Thanks, Jack. You know, if you weren't my sibling you'd be my best friend," You passed him one of your headbands so that he would stop fidgeting and pushing his hair back with his fingers.

"I can most definitely be both?" He furrowed his eyebrows, confused on how he can only qualify for the sibling portion of your comment.

"Nah," Luke piped in, scrolling through his social media on his phone.

"And why's that," Jack questioned, watching as his two younger siblings began to look at each other.

"Listen, Jack. Bud. I love you, but as you can see my best friend slot is kind of filled by Luke. We do love you, though!" You called after him as he began to leave your room.

"Where are you going?" Luke called to Jack right behind you.

"To look for someone to fill my best friend slot since you two obviously have no availability!"

As if on cue, Quinn walked through the living room door, almost hitting Jack again.

"Watch where you're go-" He began, but as soon as he saw what was on his brother's face he folded over laughing.

"What is on your face?" Quinn asked between breaths, trying to hold his composure.

Jack flipped him off, but turned to the two younger siblings that were hanging out of your bedroom doorway.

"I'm sure Quinn would love to be my best friend," Jack narrowed his eyes at you, causing you to giggle.

"Not with whatever is on your face," Quinn chuckled and ruffled Jack's hair.

"I hate you all," Jack rolled his eyes as he made his way to his room.

Although he said it, he'd never mean it. Even if Luke was your so-called best friend, at the end of the day you all knew that it was the four of you against the world. You all would do anything for each other with no questions asked. The four of you may be dispersed across the country at any given point, but eventually you all would find your way home to each other.

“I’ll be your best friend, Jacky Boy,” Quinn knocked on Jack’s door, a suppressed laugh threatening to spill.

“Fuck off,” Jack threw back.

*

*

*

*

#nhl imagine #nhl fic #jack hughes #quinn hughes #trevor zegras #alex turcotte #cole caufield #jack hughes imagines #nhl fanfiction #nico hischier #hughes!sister #jack hughes imagine #luke hughes imagine #quinn hughes imagine #brothers and sisters

[lemonlover1110]

Baby Steps

Satoru Gojo

[Chapter 11] Twenty Weeks

← Previous Chapter - Story Masterlist - Next Chapter →

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x f!Reader

Discord +18 - Twitter - Ko-Fi

Happy to co-host Gojo NSFW Week 2023! Come join us on Twitter!

After everything is cleared up, you make up with Satoru and slowly rebuild your relationship with him. You also begin to invite Megumi and Tsumiki over for dinner. You feel as if you’re a small family, especially since the kids are so sweet to you. 

You’re twenty weeks along and there’s a visible bump, and for some reason Satoru smiles like a fool when he sees you. He tries to hide it, but sometimes you see it. It certainly makes you feel better about yourself, so you don’t understand why he tries to hide it. Your body is changing, it doesn’t feel like your own anymore. You’re starting to feel insecure even though you’re growing a new life inside of you. 

Being in your second trimester is wonderful– Not wonderful exactly since you are pregnant, but wonderful because your morning sickness has died down. You are starting to get more cravings, especially in the middle of the night. That’s when you wake up Satoru and he goes out of the apartment because he will do anything for his baby. It’s so clear he loves that baby more than anything.

“Hey, Daisuke… What’s up?” Satoru puts the phone up to his ear. He had completely forgotten about Daisuke the last couple of weeks. He hadn’t even told his friend the great news that he is, in fact, going to become a father. “I’m going to pick up some food.”

Satoru listens to what Daisuke has to say, not really caring until Daisuke asks, “Why are you out so late to get food?”

“I never told you, did I?” Satoru begins, walking to the restaurant you wanted food from. “I’m becoming a father, and the– mother of my child has a craving.”

“What– I’m– Congrats!” Daisuke ends up saying. So the rumors that Leiko was spreading were true. Satoru is expecting, and you are as well. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I thought you had figured it out.” Satoru says before he gets to the entrance of the restaurant. “I have to go. Talk to you soon, bye.”

Satoru has never really cared for friendships. At least not ones with non-sorcerers. He had one real friendship, and that’s gone. Daisuke is just… Someone he occasionally hangs out with. He doesn’t really consider himself to be close enough to Daisuke to go out of his way and share that he's having a baby. 

Maybe he should go talk to Daisuke soon, but he has to talk to you about it first. Satoru really doesn’t like going out without you anymore, mainly because he feels as if he has to keep an eye on you almost at all times. You can’t even see curses, how does he know you’ll be safe?

He wants the best for his baby, so he has to make sure you’re feeling your best. Which is why he picks up food for you so late at night.

-

“Satoru… Wake up.” You tap Satoru’s shoulder, trying to get him to wake up. He’s been working like crazy the past week, and after getting you food really late last night, he passed out on the bed. Apparently he has today off, but you have an appointment and Satoru swears he wants to be present at every appointment. “Satoru, I can’t be late…”

“What?” He groans, about to turn to the other side to be able to sleep more, the bit of sun that enters the room is hitting him and it’s annoying him. He wonders what the hell you need since it’s so early in the morning.

“My appointment is today.” You tell him, which makes him open his eyes. He rushes out of the bed. That was all he needed to hear. Excitement rushes through his body thinking about the fact that he’ll be seeing his baby who’s the size of a banana.

You walk out of his bedroom to let him get ready in peace. You go to the living room and take a seat on the couch, pulling out your phone to talk to your best friend. She’s in a lecture but she’s texting you to kill time. She really couldn’t care less about what is being said. 

You take your classes in the afternoon now, allowing you to do all baby related stuff in the morning. Whether it’d be shopping or appointments. After five minutes of texting with Kaya, Satoru walks out of the bedroom and grabs his keys from the counter,

“I’m ready.” He announces and you stand up from the couch. 

“Aren’t you going to eat anything?” You ask him as you walk over to him. He shakes his head. When you’re close enough, he wraps his arms around you and kisses your forehead.

“How’d you sleep? I hope my baby didn’t cause too much trouble.” He caresses your back and you smile at him. One hand goes to your bump. 

“I slept fine.” You respond. You end up pulling away because you can’t waste any more time. You can’t be late to the appointment. You go look for your coat, and Satoru stands in the same spot, waiting for you. You come back with your coat, and a smile on your face. “Let’s go.”

-

You wait for the technician with Satoru, both of you impatient to get the appointment officially started. Neither of you speak. You wonder when the technician will get here, and that’s the only thing you focus on. Satoru is about to say something, to fill in the silence, but that’s when the door opens, and your appointment officially begins.

Satoru watches everything intently. You, lifting up your shirt and having that clear liquid squeezed onto your lower stomach, that you were warned it was going to be cold. His eyes stick to the monitor, waiting to see his baby appear on the screen. It feels like an eternity while you two wait.

Until he finally sees his baby on the monitor that’s beside the bed. Satoru holds on to your hand. He feels his heart beat so fast. The technician points at the monitor, pointing out the baby’s head, its nose, its lips. You look at Satoru for a moment, and he’s on the verge of tears watching this. He took off the sunglasses that are usually on his face. It’s so clear how excited he is over this.

“Do you want to know the sex, today?” The technician asks.

“Ye-” Satoru begins but your voice is much louder and firmer than his.

“No. We want to keep it a surprise.” You answer. Which is definitely something you never agreed to. Satoru can’t keep a secret though so he has no option but to remain clueless about the gender of the baby or else he’ll spoil it for you.  You’re lucky Satoru can’t figure out the gender just by looking at the sonogram.

“A surprise… Right.” He chuckles. His mind quickly stops thinking about the gender of the baby when the technician points out the baby’s feet. Satoru is almost astonished at the fact that his baby has feet. “Does the baby have toes and fingers?”

“They do. Because of the position they’re in it’s not very visible, but they do.” The technician responds. She points it out when the baby finally moves, and Satoru can’t help but smile. He just wants to take his phone out and begin to take pictures, as if he doesn’t know that he gets these printed out afterwards.

“They’re so cute.” Satoru comments as if the ultrasound is cute. But he’s just so excited he doesn’t know what to say. He looks at you and smiles, and you smile back at him. You’re only halfway through with the pregnancy, he’s not patient enough for the baby to get here.

-

“Megumi, will you please eat your veggies?” You ask the boy who plays with his food. You’re almost all finished with the food in front of you, except Megumi. After your appointment you forced Satoru to call them and invite them over for dinner. Satoru picked them up, and now they’re here. You might force Satoru to give up his room so they can sleep over.

“They’re gross.” Megumi comments, and Satoru seems offended by the comment.

“I cooked them.” Satoru shares, making Megumi glare at the man.

“Yeah, maybe that’s why they’re so gross.” Megumi comments, and Satoru rolls his eyes. You and Tsumiki eat your food quietly, not wanting to get into their bickering. They’re like siblings, it’s hilarious.

“Do you want more, Tsumiki? Or are you ready for dessert?” You ask, not caring to interrupt the bickering between Satoru and Megumi. You wonder who would win out of the two. The eight year old or the twenty year old. So far Megumi is winning.

“Maybe if you learned how to cook, I would eat my veggies.” Megumi sticks his tongue out and Satoru is about to say something but he stops himself when you stand up and pick up your plate and Tsumiki’s.

“Look, don’t tell her because she’s pregnant and will get upset but… She cooked the veggies.” Satoru whispers, pointing at you. Megumi doesn’t buy it for a second.

“Your baby is going to have a lying dad.” Megumi responds and Satoru raises a brow.

“Don’t bring him into this, and you know what? That’s hilarious coming from you.” Satoru replies, his eyes widening when he realizes he let it slip. He might’ve gone back and asked the technician the gender of the baby.

“Him? Is it a boy?” Tsumiki asks and Satoru shushes her.

“It’s a secret. Don’t.” Satoru tells the children. Tsumiki nods in response, and Megumi rolls his eyes. 

“Do you two want ice cream as well?” You ask, walking back to the table to give Tsumiki her ice cream. Satoru hums in response, and Megumi does as well. “First you have to finish your veggies, Megumi. And Satoru, you're a grown man that isn’t pregnant, go get it.”

“Why did you ask then?” Satoru can’t help but groan when he stands up from his seat. You chuckle as you take a seat once again. Megumi sighs, knowing he has to struggle to finish his food. It’s so gross. Next time he’ll rather stay home.

“I promise next time I’ll cook.” You put your hand on Megumi’s shoulder when you notice his face. The food isn’t that bad, it’s just the vegetables that aren’t as great. Satoru walks back with his ice cream, and a bowl for Megumi as well.

“When am I going to meet your parents?” You bring up out of the blue. He’s met your parents, you’re pregnant with his baby, you don’t know what else he’s waiting for. There’s no time left to waste. Maybe it isn’t the best time to ask since there’s kids right there. But they aren’t focusing since there’s ice cream in front of them. Megumi has put his plate to the side and focused on the ice cream Satoru brought.

“Do you want to meet them?” Satoru asks, bringing a spoonful of ice cream up to his lips. You furrow your eyebrows, confused as to why he would ask such an absurd question.

“Well… They’re going to be the baby’s other grandparents, aren’t they?” You reply and Satoru hums, but that still doesn’t answer his question.

“My parents aren’t a big part of my life so we don’t necessarily have to include them.” Satoru comments. You simply don’t know what to say to this. You wonder why he isn’t so close to his parents, but you don’t want to ask right in front of the kids either. “Also, we have to go see Daisuke soon. Poor guy didn’t realize I was having a baby until last night.”

“I guess we do… But we’re also going to meet your parents. Get into contact with them.” You tell him, and Megumi chuckles.

“What’s so funny, punk?” Satoru asks Megumi, and Megumi shakes his head. It’s so funny for him to see Satoru being ordered around. “That’s what I thought.”

🏷  @witchofoe @cactustattoo @kageyamaslittleroyal20 @mykyoon @sunjayist @fonkymonkeyfriday @lilith412426 @luvs-wrld @witchymermaid12 @fi106 @distractionforyourthoughts @dearsunaa @tamak00 @watyousayin @leiriswhore @q-the-rockaholic @shuxjodie @syynnaaah @kleeboomed @shrekmwa @bakugobiddies @blueeskies17 @arminsgfloll @obeythemasters @crispmarshmallow @levismainbabe @coffee-on-a-rainyautumn @nobody289x @cloudsinthecosmos @buttercupp-baby @nothisispatrick300 @officiallykuute @tojianddabisslut @suhaaaefre @littlelunarfox @patchi-chi @erenputurchildreninsideme @littlemochi @musababy @septembersums @tamaki-jiki @thisbicc @rumi-rants @chloee0x0 @khadeejarh @shartnart1 @kittycasie @203steph @missyasma @lovemarvel16 @yeosxxx @h4ppyx @greenlovers @tsumoorin @kipani-snow-25 @Craxy-gezel @idktbhloley @lialia3945 @verandahope @reiikaaa @multi-teez @lilithlunas

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #anime #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojou satoru x you #jjk gojo #gojo x reader #gojou satoru x reader #satoru gojo #jujutsu gojo #gojo fanfic #gojo x y/n #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen gojo #gojo saturo

[foap-enjoyer]

Hostage | Kidnapping | Held at gunpoint

Held at gunpoint.

'After surviving a deadly explosive, Soap and Rudy must navigate themselves out of a collapsing building. The thing is, they're not as alone as they think they are.'

Triggers for this prompt: Blood, explosions, breathing issues. Ships for this prompt: Implied Ghoap, implied AleRudy, semi-implied SoapRudy.

Word count: Around 4000, a lot longer than my usual ones.

Read it here, on AO3: Ouch. - Chapter 3 - Tsukuyomi_Ravioli - Call of Duty (Video Games) [Archive of Our Own]

~

Mexico had really grown on Soap. Las Almas had especially grown on Soap.

It only made sense. He may have not grown up in this city like his friends, Alejandro and Rodolfo, but he had spent countless nights here helping to defend it. He’d seen what his friends do to defend it too, on the daily. He’d seen the love and adoration in their eyes, the protectiveness of a nurturing mother to a young child. It made it impossible to not root for the city besides them. 

141 often came back to the city as a squad. It was almost like a holiday for them, except they weren’t on vacation and were there to help out Los Vaqueros with menial tasks. Price called it training, Soap called it a paid holiday. 

Today, however, it was more like a paid nightmare.

It had started off normal enough, though. Nice cup of coffee, bickering with Gaz, joking with Ghost, a usual morning for 141. 

Los Vaqueros were great hosts. It helped that the leaders of said group of ‘cowboys’ were their personal friends, of course. Rudy was always in charge of their accommodation each time they visited, and he never skipped on pleasantries. He loved to spoil the Brits like they were his own children, which Soap couldn’t refuse, of course. Who didn’t like to be spoiled?

They got their own little apartment for the four of them, on base. One of the best, actually, a spacious nice little home with four bedrooms, two en-suites and a fully-functional kitchen and living room. Where they got the funds for these kinds of things, Soap had no idea, but he wasn’t about to complain. 

Though he might’ve, only for the fact that Price and Ghost got dibs on an en-suite. Rude.

Anyway.

Usually, their day consisted of running drills alongside Los Vaqueros’ soldiers. Or more specifically, Gaz and Soap would run drills and get all sweaty and irritated while Price sunbathed and Ghost read a book off to the side, safely tucked in the shade. 

Alejandro and Rodolfo, for the most part, would either supervise or be off doing other things themselves. They weren’t instructors, after all. They were leaders, and as it turns out, leaders do a lot of paperwork.

Sometimes though, they would all pack into a truck together. Him, Gaz, and Rudy in the back like ‘children’ while Price, Ghost and Alejandro sat up front like ‘adults’. If Soap was being honest, it was slightly humiliating to be crunched between the Staff-Sergeant and the Sergeant-Major like some forgotten middle child, but he enjoyed it. Purely because it got them out of drills.

During these days, they would go around Las Almas. Usually they had a specific thing in mind. An elderly shop owner asking for assistance, a woman with a lost dog. Turns out Los Vaqueros did a lot more than just being soldiers. They were caretakers. Helpers. Protectors.

Sometimes, though, there would be actual issues. Soap enjoyed those days more than he should’ve.

Today was one of those days. A patrol of Los Vaqueros had noted strange activity in a set of abandoned buildings off of the south-side of the spacious city. Old, ex-apartment buildings nestled within the town. They claimed they had seen figures going in and out over a few nights now, and Alejandro wanted to check it out himself. 

So, he’d brought Rudy, being that the man was his second-in-command, and had been gracious enough to let 141 tag along. There were no complaints on their end. Running drills got incredibly boring after a while, of course.

When they arrived, they were greeted with three, huge buildings, standing in a sad little row. Old, worn, and just about done-in entirely. Moss, vines- anything that could grow had grown, sneaking through the windows and into cracks of the concrete walls. 

It was sort of beautiful, in a way.

“Soap, Rudy, you two can check that first building.” Alejandro had instructed, “Ghost, Price, that second one. Me and Garrick will check the third one. Once we’re all done we meet up here, alright?”

Strange, slightly unusual duos, but Soap didn’t mind it. Rudy was a nice guy, one of the sweetest people he’d ever met. He had no qualms on his side, and by the smile the Sergeant-Major shot him in turn from the other side of their squad’s little circle, he didn’t seem to have any issues either. This was just a simple little recon mission, after all.

Why would there be any issues?

~

Soap really, really should learn to shut his mouth sometimes.

The building had been normal, to begin with. Sure, it creaked under their feet as they advanced, checking each and every room, but it held strong. It was almost like visiting his grandparent’s house, the familiar grunt of the worn-down stairs as they advanced upwards sounding incredibly similar to when he would attempt to tiptoe downstairs for a snack late at night, as a young child.

Soap led the way, and Rudy followed closely on his heels. Turns out the other man preferred to follow, not lead, even if he was, technically, a rank above Soap. If they were going off of Mexico’s military ranking, at least.

“Helps me see a situation clearer.” He explained from behind him, tucked into his shadow, flashlight beaming out as he pointed it down the corridor where they had just come from. “That makes sense, right?”

“No, yeah, I getcha, mate.” He nodded, turning them down another corridor. There were no windows down this route, nestled between heaps of rooms. “I’m the same, ‘cept sometimes it’s nice to lead, yeah?”

“Yeah.” 

Something about his tone sounded off, but Soap ignored it for now, moving deeper. “You seen anything yet?”

“Negative.” Rudy huffed, coughing slightly at the thin layer of dust surrounding them. “This place is old as fuck.”

“You said it.” He laughed. There was no way, beyond some teenagers, or maybe even some squatters, that anyone had been here for a long, long time. Maybe the soldiers who had claimed they had seen someone suspicious had simply been mistaken. “No ones been in here for years.”

The next room they came to still had the door on its frame, which was unusual.

What was more unusual was that, when Soap pressed down on the handle, the door wouldn't budge.

“Locked?” Rudy asked over his shoulder, his breath ghosting by his ear.

“No, something’s behind it.” He grunted as he shoved his body into the frame. Something shifted on the other side, ever so slightly. “I can feel it.”

“Odd…” Rudy hummed, “Together?”

So, together, they worked to jostle whatever it was behind the door enough to slip inside. It turned out to be a chair, placed there by a human. 

“If someone put this here, then that means they must still be around, right?”

“Sí.” Rudy wandered around the room like a sniffer-dog. Eventually, he found what he was looking for. Or at least, he found something. He gestured Soap over from where he was standing on the other side of the large room. “Look.”

A tiny hole. Big enough for someone to wiggle through. “Think the person who put that chair is down there?”

Rudy shrugged, kneeling down to peer inside. “Probably.”

Soap turned as Rudy worked, viewing the rest of the room. It was huge. One wall of the room was covered head-to-toe in windows, and the other with beautiful graffiti from previous explorers. Names, pictures, hell, was that a pokemon he could see?

“Fuck!” Rudy spat, jumping up violently before beginning to sprint over to where Soap stood. “It’s filled with fucking explosives, get down-!”

His face collided harshly with concrete as he was shoved forwards by Rodolfo- instinctively, he raised his hands, pressing down against his neck and ears just as the explosives detonated. 

A deafening roar filled the air as the explosion reverberated through the building, the sheer power of the shockwave being enough to shake the once-steady ground beneath them. Glass shattered from the surrounding windows, sharp crystal-like daggers raining down onto him where he lay. 

It cut into his skin, his clothes- anywhere it could make purchase with his body, it did. He could feel it in his hair, his arms, his neck. Around him stunk of gunpowder, of dust. Of blood.

“Rudy?” He coughed, wheezing. He needed to find Rudy.

Pushing himself upwards with shaky hands, he ignored the way the glass stung against his flesh, how it ripped open the palms of his hands. Blinking away crystals of the stuff that clung to his lashes like glitter, he peered around at the carnage surrounding him. 

Not that he could see a lot of it. A thick, brown and black dust coated everything. Every wall, every floor. Every surface. Rodolfo couldn’t be far from here, right? He’d practically been on top of Soap when the explosion hit… How far could one body travel before they disappeared beyond view? 

He hoped Rudy was still alive.

Now on his knees, he shuffled through his kit, bloodied fingers finding his military-grade flashlight, flicking it on, a smear of blood left behind by the action. The light did little to cut the air, but it was the best he had.

Gathering himself finally to his feet, his eyes rolled to the back of his head as agony spread throughout his spine, running up and down and sending him crashing to the floor with a yelp. The flashlight fell from his hand, rolling across the dusty floor and out of view. Fuck.

“Rudy?” He gasped, “Rudy, fuck-” Where was everyone else? He knew that they had seen their building blow up, they had to be rushing to their aid, right? Had Rudy been found by them?

Desperation clawed at him like a feral animal. Even if the rest of 141 and Los Vaqueros had seen them go down, it didn’t change the fact that he was still in the building. A building that, by the looks of things, was very close to collapse. Rudy was, no doubt, still here with him. Rodolfo wouldn’t leave him here, which made it fairly obvious he was still lost in the fray of brick and debris, same as him. 

He didn’t have time to ponder on what had caused such horrific agony in his back. He was a soldier, dammit, he’d been through worse, and he would continue to go through worse. This was simply one of those moments. He couldn’t just sit there and wail, waiting like a petrified child for their mother to come to their aid. He needed to get up, find Rodolfo, and get the fuck out of here.

Beginning once more to force himself upwards, he quickly became well-acquainted with how suffocating the smog was around him. It was making breathing feel like an Olympic sport at this point. He could feel pieces of debris in his lungs, rattling each and every breath to enter and leave him. At least this time, he was able to stay on his feet. 

He could hear an alarm distantly, screeching and echoing into the silence.

It was weird how that worked. Something as devastating as an explosion, in a large building especially, and yet, the world was quiet. As if waiting on bated breath.

He too, was waiting on bated breath. Except in his case, the outcome relied entirely on him. 

His hand found a crumbling wall, and he pushed himself forward into the smoke.

~

It didn’t take him long to find Rodolfo, actually. He just had to follow the path of destruction the man’s body had made.

“Rudy.” He rasped, falling onto his knees in front of him.

There was blood everywhere, he wasn’t sure where it was coming from. Or who it was coming from, actually. They were both dead on their feet; the sight was gruesome. His hands reached up to grab Rudy’s cheeks, holding his head up from where it rested awkwardly against the destroyed wall behind him. Unconsciously, his thumbs began to move, rhythmic across the torn skin. He wasn’t sure if it was to soothe him, or Rodolfo. 

He was certain the man had broken several bones, just looking at him. His chest was caved awkwardly, and his nose was certainly broken. His body had been through the ringer, but he was breathing. That, to him, was all that mattered. 

Besides them getting the fuck out of here. 

He still hadn’t heard any news from his comm-line. He’d tried radioing during his search, but he couldn’t connect to the outside, let alone Rodolfo himself. Either his radio was jammed, or this whole building was blocking the signal. Which was just peachy. 

Or maybe, just maybe, all three buildings had explosives buried inside them. That was enough to twist his gut uncomfortably.

Rudy groaned, stirred slightly. His eyelashes fluttered, causing the dust around them to swirl. 

“Rudy.” He shook his worried thoughts away, clutched closer, staring at the man’s half-lidded eyes, a hint of brown behind paled features. They weren’t focused on anything. He wasn’t waking up, at least anytime soon. Soap was on his own for this. 

“Fuck, okay.” He let go of the man, setting his head gently back down before rolling onto the back of his heels, ignoring the pain that striked up his back like a snake, simply letting out a soft hiss. “Okay, okay. I got this.” 

He just had to find an exit- how hard could that be?

Taking a deep breath, which he quickly regretted, of course, he looked around them. He knew there was a corridor that ran between rooms, as all buildings had. Maybe that was still intact…

It didn’t change the fact that he’d have to drag Rodolfo’s unconscious ass with him; and with the amount of pain he was already in, he didn’t know if he had it in him to do that.

But, as always, he had no choice. So, gritting his teeth, he forced himself to his feet. 

He leant down just enough to hook his fingers into the shoulder-straps on Rudy’s tac-vest, tugging the man forward until  he was free from his neat little slot into the broken wall. 

His muscles screamed in protest as he dragged Rodolfo, and himself, in a way, through the debris-filled building. Each step he took echoed into the silence around them hauntingly- where had the alarms gone from before? 

Rudy was limp below him, his feet leaving a trail atop the dust behind them as they ventured through the corridors. He made the occasional grunt, or groan, but otherwise, was deathly quiet. It scared him. 

Though, he supposed, at least the silence was nice. It made it easier to hear for anything else, right? Made it easier to tell if they were alone. At least, he hoped.

Not that he expected the culprit of these explosives to be wandering around in its debris like a damn dumbass. He expected it to just be him, Rudy, and some tumbling pieces of rock. The place was abandoned, when they’d gone in, after all. Maybe some poor old squatter or two had gotten trapped in the fray, but he could leave that to rescue services. He was a soldier, not a firefighter, after all.

Though he supposed the only difference at this point was the gun he carried.

Or did carry- where the fuck was his gun?

Leaning Rudy down onto his legs, bloodied head pressed against his knees, he fumbled his hands across his vest, searching for his holster. 

When he found it, his fingers wrapped around nothing but air. Great. How much equipment had he lost today now? He wondered how much that would cost him. It wasn’t like this stuff was dirt cheap after all.

Guess he was a fireman after all.

Resigning himself to his new job, he continued dragging his friend down the corridor to safety.

~

Okay, so scratch that previous thought. 

The culprits were most definitely running around this place like scattered rats.

He didn’t know how many, or where they were, but he could hear their voices echoed in the remains around him. Murmured Spanish, whispers, laughter, jokes, words he couldn’t make out. Rudy was still unconscious in his arms, helpless. He still didn’t have a gun, defenceless. Not to mention the building was still wobbling around them, threatening to come down atop them with every step he took.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Had they seen them come in here? Had they set those bombs off? Had this been a trap laid out for Los Vaqueros that he had just, like his usual self, gotten messed up in? Or was this cartel related? A personal hit on him? Or Rudy?

Was Graves back to haunt him once more?

He had so many questions, yet so little time. He knew it would only be so long before they caught on his trail in the dust, so long before he would finally come eye-to-eye with these madmen stupid enough to come back into a destroyed building to hunt down two measly soldiers. 

Especially when one was already halfway into the golden gates. It was pathetic, really.

Rodolfo just had to take this moment to stir, of course, because why wouldn’t he?

He groaned loudly in the silence, his head shaking back and forth as he came to. Soap was tempted to shove a hand in the man’s mouth to shut him up, but he thought against it, instead dragging them both into the nearest room. Better to hunker down and hide rather than keep going at this point. 

Even if he was worried about the building collapsing on them, it didn’t overrule the fact they were being hunted like vermin in the crumbling walls.

He could hear voices getting closer, footsteps beginning to echo throughout the building that weren’t his own as he settled him and Rudy down under a nearby surviving desk. This room must have been an office. Had to have been. At least it worked as a hiding spot.

Rudy blinked, brown eyes half-glazed with confusion as he peered around them both, taking in their huddled space. He had to have a concussion, no doubt. That’s why it had been so difficult to wake him. “So-ap?”

He pressed a finger to his own lips, and Rudy fell silent in understanding, still incredibly confused. He could tell by the man’s furrowed brows, and how his lips pursed, thinking. 

Soap prayed he kept his thoughts to his own mind, because the voices were now just outside their room. Loud and abrasive.

“You sure you heard something down this way?”

“Definitely, man, I’m telling you!”

“I don’t think I quite believe you, Andres.”

“No, no, he’s right, look.”

They must have spotted the trail left in their wake. He prayed to a God he no longer believed in that they’d go the opposite way. Rudy’s legs must have disturbed his own footprints a little, right? Maybe it would be impossible to tell which way they went.

“They’re nearby, that’s for sure.” One murmured, Andres, he believed. “Split up?”

“Yeah.”

“Wait-” The third called out, worried, “What about the others?”

“The other soldiers?”

“Yeah. In the other buildings. You guys saw ‘em too, right?”

“Course we did, Camila. We find these two fuckers then we go for them, alright?”

“That’s a stupid plan, Barto. One of them was the Ghost! Even I know who that is!”

Maybe they’d just argue forever. Soap hoped they would. If they were right, and his Spanish was correct, the others were fine. Only this building had explosives in; they hadn’t expected the soldiers to split up, thank the stars for Alejandro.

It meant rescue could very much be around the corner. He just had to hold on. Just had to keep Rudy alive. That wasn’t so much to ask for, he supposed.

~

It was Camila who found them.

Her gun was the first thing he saw, actually.

She was a young woman- in fact, Soap would prefer to say young girl. She was no woman, she didn’t look a day past thirteen, yet she had tattoos, piercings, and a mean yet frantic look about her. 

The muzzle of her gun aimed directly at his head, before swapping down to where Rudy’s lay against his chest, before back up at him. “Guys!” She called out, “I found them!”

The two boys had rushed over only seconds later. Men, actually. They were very much men, unlike their young counterpart. 

Balto had a cruel smile stretched across his lips. “Looks like only one of you made it, hmm?”

Rudy was still breathing, he’d just fallen unconscious again, and yet this man thought…  Yeah, you know what? Soap could work with that.

Pushing Rudy away from him, he held in a wince as the man flopped onto the cold floor, practically corpse-like, save from the faintest of breathing. If he could make them think he was dead, they wouldn’t shoot him. 

He could save Rodolfo, at least. He could die peacefully then.

The sudden movement startled Camila, who backed up, gun still held in a tight, white knuckled grip. Balto simply grinned, and the other one, Andres, well he simply watched, tight-lipped. They all had their hands on their guns, holstered or not. 

His mouth dried uncomfortably, but he forced his voice out. “Are you the pricks that did this?”

Balto chuckled, gesturing to Rodolfo. Andres moved, grabbing the soldier and tugging his body out of the way, dumping him across the room. Soap’s eyes followed frantically, as much as he tried not to show it.

Now he was alone, trapped under a desk, with a gun at his face and help far, far away. Great.

“Are you Sergeant Mactavish?”

He snarled. “What’s it to you?”

Balto shrugged, “Nothing. We don’t want you. We’re looking for an ‘Alejandro Vargas’. You know him? Is he here?”

“Why the fuck would I tell you that?”

His gun unholstered easily, aiming directly onto Soap’s forehead. “Do you not want to live, little boy?” He laughed, before nodding at the lump that was Rudy in the corner behind him, “Or do you want to join Mr Parra over there?”

He swallowed harshly. “He’s here.”

“Good.” The man purred. “Get him up. Let’s go meet him, shall we?”

~

Leaving Rodolfo behind left a bad taste in his mouth. 

The man was barely hanging on, with injuries Soap didn’t know the full extent of, and now he had no one to watch over him, in some dusty room in the middle of a collapsing building. 

He’ll be okay, he’ll be okay.

“Move it, gringo.” A shove to his back had pain flaring up his spine. Fuck. He hissed, and the hands returned, shoving him again. “That hurt, sweetheart?”

Fucking sweetheart. Really? Two could play at that game. “Nope.” He popped his lips on the p, grinning. He’d turn around to face the person who dared pet-name him, but his neck was in so much pain he worried it’d snap clean off. “Thanks for the concern, though, love.”

The cock of a gun silenced him. Unfunny, all-too-serious bastards.

“What exactly are you going to do, once we find Alejandro?” He asked aloud as he walked, or more stumbled down corridor after corridor towards the presumed exit. “You want an autograph or something?”

Another shove. Pain once more turned his legs to jelly. He grunted. “Fine, fine, I’ll shut up.”

“But you don’t.” Balto huffed, “Just shut the fuck up. Why would we tell you what we want with him?”

He bit his tongue before his big mouth said something he’d regret, an insult resting heavily against his closed lips. He wasn’t about to get shot for something so stupid. Not when they clearly didn’t need him. 

Not when he was the only person who knew Rodolfo was still alive.

“Good boy.”

Light came sooner than he’d expected from a massive hole in the building’s exterior wall. He squeezed his eyes shut, head pounding. Blunt nails on the back of his neck steadied him as he stumbled forward, scratching at his skin to keep ahold of him. The cold metal of a gun pressed against his temple. His shoes touched grass as he was hauled out fully into the open. 

“Soap!” 

He wheezed, fumbling to right his legs under him, blinking back waves of agony as he fought to simply see. When had seeing become so damn hard? 

“Ah, Captain Price!” Balto called out from beside him, “Glad to finally meet you! I’ve heard a lot of good things”

“Where’s Rodolfo!” That was Alejandro snarling like a feral beast. Soap was trying his best to blink away the harshness of the sun, and his efforts rewarded him with a blurred, far away view of the Los Vaqueros. Price was next to him, and next to him was Ghost. Next to him, Gaz.

“I swear to God, if you fuckers-”

“He’s dead.” Balto shrugged, grinning. Soap gulped at the look that tore through Alejandro’s face at the news. Like his whole world had come crashing down beneath him. “Didn’t survive the explosion. I thought you trained your men better than that, compadre?” 

“We are not friends.”

“Ah, but we were once, weren’t we Colonel?” 

Great, more lore. More drama. Soap could barely keep track of what was going on five minutes ago, let alone now.

“I will hang you.” Alejandro threatened coldly, “I’ll tear you limb from fucking limb, Balto-”

“What?” The man fluttered his eyelashes innocently. Soap felt the hand adjust against his neck. “It wasn’t me who killed him!”

“Soap.” Price barked out, disregarding the arguing men, “You alright, son?”

He wet his lips. His voice was hoarse and raspy, and he wasn’t even sure Price heard him from all the way across. “I’m fine.”

Hands tightened against his neck, choking him. He spluttered, coughing. “But he won’t be unless I get what I want.”

“And what do you want, exactly?” That was Ghost this time. His voice was deep and threatening. At least, to everyone else. Soap knew the man was a big softie at heart. Especially for him.

“Alejandro. They pay big money for you, in America, you know that?”

“Unfortunately.” Alejandro’s eyes darkened.

The hand loosened just enough for him to catch a breath. “So?” Balto’s voice curled against his cheek, waiting. The gun was on his other cheek, muzzle pressed into the dusty flesh. “What’ll it be?”

There was silence, for a moment. 

It felt, almost, like a cowboy standoff from an old Western. He swore he could almost hear the tell-tale music in the background. The thudding of horse-hooves, the slow-mo sound of the first gunshot-

Balto dropped dead right beside him.

The hand holding him meant that he, too, was dragged downwards, awkwardly flopping against the grassy floor as bullets rang out around him. His back ached horribly, and he was reminded all too clearly of the initial explosion as he clutched at his neck with shaking hands. 

At least this time there was no glass.

If he had half the mind, he might’ve grabbed the fallen gun and joined in himself, but before he could even begin to think about that, the moment was over, and the field was silent.

“Rudy-!”

Rudy?

Soap blinked open his eyes. 

Yeah that was Rudy alright.

Sure enough, at the mouth of the hole blown into the building was none other than Rodolfo Parra, smoking gun in hand and blood streaming down past his broken nose onto his goofily grinning teeth, staining white red. Very much alive, contrary to popular belief. 

Of course Soap knew that. But he was still just as relieved to see the man as anyone else. 

Except maybe Alejandro. The way the Colonel practically teleported over to his Sergeant was a little unnerving, if he was honest.

“You alright, love?” 

Ghost had teleported almost as quickly to his own side, a worried hand on his shoulder, squeezing softly. Concerned brown eyes stared through his soul; gloved hands moved to touch his bloodied, dusty head, searching for any trace of a gunshot wound. Any trace of inflicted injury beyond what was already fucked up.

Was he alright? 

Was he alright? 

Did Ghost really just ask that? 

He sighed grumpily. "What do you think?"

Ghost laughed, "I think you'll live."

~

This one was one of the hardest prompts to complete. I HATED writing the majority of this, which is unusual. It's been my least favourite so far haha.

Though I'd like to come back to it, I think it was just writers block. Since I always enjoy writing Rudy (sorry Soap, I just prefer writing Rudy lmao)

#modern warfare ii #call of duty #mw2 #cod #modern warfare 2 #john soap mactavish #soap mactavish #soap mw2 #simon ghost riley #gaz modern warfare #gaz cod #gaz mw2 #alerudy #alejandro cod #alejandro vargas #alejandro x rudy #rudy x alejandro #rudy mw2 #rudy cod #rudy parra #rodolfo cod #alejandro x rodolfo #rodolfo parra #rodolfo x soap #Rudy x soap #soap x ghost #soap cod #soapghost #ghost mw2 #ghost cod

[hueberryshortcake]

We're still friends, right? for Scrooge and Della??? My best friends Scrooge and Della?

"Are.... we going to talk about it?"

"There's nothing to talk about," Della said. She slammed her bag on the counter.

Scrooge leaned back against the island, raising an eyebrow, feeling a little like he was dealing with a middle schooler again; as in all such cases, he was presuming the posture that was most confident without being overbearing, although of course it was an unconscious decision. "I wouldnae say that, you near on lost your head on me back there-"

"I was just feeling the stress of the adventure. I'm fine now." She disappeared into the pantry with much banging and a little cursing, re-emerging with a pack of generic brand Nutty Buddies, the kind they always used to share when she was young. There were two to a pack, and she'd give one to him (sometimes it was prompted, as part of the Uncle Tax, but sometimes she passed it over without either of them mentioning it). Two-packs of cookies were shared in the house - one for each twin, or one for an uncle and one for a child - that was the pattern, familiar and miniscule.

Della ripped open the packaging with her teeth. Scrooge leaned forward instinctually, expecting to receive the second wafer.

She maintained eye contact and put the ends of both cookies in her mouth at the same time. The crunch was magnificent.

[more below the cut]

Scrooge sighed heavily, crumbling a little. "I can't fix things if I don't know what I did wrong."

"If you don't even know what you did wrong," Della said through the huge mouthful, crumbs flying in a wafery mist with every breath, "then I'm definitely not going to tell you."

"Della," he grumbled, but didn't follow up, not sure what to say without losing his temper.

Della ignored him. She threw away the wrapper, then put the two half-eaten nutty buddies directly on the counter. "Okay. I'm going to go lie facedown in the hall for ninety seconds, and when I come back, I can have a conversation like an adult."

She left, shutting the door behind her. She laid facedown on the carpet. She put her face in her arms. She ignored Louie, who was passing by at that moment.

"Uh... you okay, Mom?" he asked, inching past pressed against the wall.

From the kitchen, even through the closed door, Scrooge could hear the muffled sound of someone shrieking half-heartedly into the carpet.

"Cool, love you," Louie said as he left her.

Scrooge looked down at the cookies on the countertop. He wasn't sure if leaving them there had been a power move, or some strange olive branch, or if she'd just forgotten that plates existed.

Approximately ninety seconds later, Della re-entered the kitchen.

"Have a good time?" Scrooge inquired.

"It makes me angry when you don't let me stand up for myself," she said without introduction.

He was caught off guard. "Didn't I teach you to stand up for yourself?"

"Yeah. But today you shoved me aside before I could even start to fight my own battle. That robot was heading right for me and I had the perfect opening. But you took over like you forgot I was there. Again." She wasn't making eye contact. She punched her fist into her palm repeatedly. 'And I tried to be cool about it, but it made me really mad."

"Ah, so that's why you chewed me out in front of the entire Rectangular Table."

"I guess." Della sat on the floor with her back to the island, not bothering to tuck her legs in.

"All the Knights were there." They'd stood awkwardly and watched with varying levels of discomfort and judgement as she almost yelled at him, although she wasn't particularly coherent. "You embarrassed me pretty bad."

"Yeah. It was great."

"I guess.... sometimes I get concerned about you being able to handle things."

"Because of my leg?"

"No-! I think I do the same for everyone. It's easier to keep everybody safe in my mind if I just do it myself. Like how Beakley doesn't let anyone else use the dishwasher anymore. But I forget that you're not little, now. You're a very capable adventurer and a spectacular woman. And no longer a child."

"I can make my own decisions."

"You can." Scrooge sat on the ground across from her, his back to the dishwasher.

"That's what it really is." She picked at her nail. "It's that sometimes I need you to treat me like an equal. I'm your partner. If we aren't on an even playing field we're just going to mess up even worse."

He bit the inside of his cheek. "But we're not always equal."

"Yeah, sometimes I get upset or stuff happens and I need you to take care of me or protect me. And sometimes you get hurt or don't know what to do and you need somebody to take care of you. But not all the time."

He had no idea how to tell when he was supposed to be Uncle Scrooge and when he was supposed to be Scrooge McDuck. But she'd spoken and now she seemed to be done. She got to her feet and got the wafer cookies off the counter where she'd left them.

He looked up at her from where he sat on the floor. "Are we still friends?" he asked.

Della looked down at him. A few expressions flitted across her face before she laughed, breaking the cookies down the intended line and handing him half as she sat back down across from him. "Of course, Uncle Scrooge. Always."

#ducktales #dt17 #ducktales 2017 #della duck #scrooge mcduck #ask #hueberry shortcake #donald gave della a cbt workbook

[broflovski-brah]

that scene in “the jeffersons” where kyle bandages up blanket’s scraped knee is often used as justification for him Mommy Kyle but tbh i see that scene as more of a reminder that he’s a big brother, he was doing what he would have done for ike. it’s obvious in the dialogue too, he says “i know, be chill” not “ohhh you poor little wubby bubby let me take care of you🥺🫶” like some people tend to interpret that. i like that the personalities and actions of the boys represent their birth hierarchy. stan is a youngest child, he’s sensitive and gets confused and frustrated when things don’t go his way. kenny is a middle child, often forgotten and overlooked and sacrificing his needs for others. cartman is an only child, has selfish tendencies and is used to being the center of attention. kyle is an eldest child, bossy overachiever that sometimes takes on a caretaking role. kyle is the “mom friend” because of his big brother-ness, not because he’s a malewife!

when i say “mommy kyle” that’s basically the synonym for malewife kyle. which i don’t agree with. he’s not a malewife, nor a “mommy”

anyway. absolutely! he probably just gets it from his older brother instincts. he would do the same for ike. and tbh he probably carrie’s safety shit on him anyway in case his sugars dip.

i’ve said it once and i’ll say it again. Kyle is a lot more compassionate than the fandom gives him credit for. because apparently whenever hes not fussing over a broken nail or saving stan from his apparent alcoholism he’s either crying or he’s a rage filled asshole who doesn’t give two shits about anyone, which is simply untrue.

kyle’s more compassionate than people credit him for.

#south park #skipper speaks #kyle broflovski

[13slovergirl]

Class 1-A's Nicknames Pt. 1

ft. Aoyama, Mina, Tsuyu, Iida, Ochako, Ojiro, Kaminari, Kirishima, and Shouji. Their nicknames for you.

Yuga Aoyama

This dramatic bitch

I think at some point he will have called you literally possible nickname

But he still has favorites so lets list those:

"Mon Amour"

"Mon Chou"

"Mon Chéri"

And a bunch of stupid attractive French shit like that, but those are his favorite.

He does put "My" in front of every nickname so have fun

Mina Ashido

"Queen". Even if you aren't a girl, it's just constantly "YAAS QUEEN" whenever you do anything.

If you're a guy she does sometimes call you "King", just not as much as she says "Queen".

However if you are a girl she will call you "Mommy". In public. She has no shame.

Besides that she probably comes up with some weird ass nicknames that are endearing, but strange? Get used to it because you're getting a new one at least every month.

But back to regular nicknames, probably loves "Babe" and "Sweets"

Tsuyu Asui

I don't feel like she'd particularly enjoy calling people pet names?

She'd probably just use your name, maybe a shortened version of your name

But you can tell there's love behind it so it's fine

Tenya Iida

"Dear/Darling" are big ones

The very occasional "Prince/Princess"

He also uses "Love"

And the farther along your relationship the two of you are, the more comfortable he is with adding "my" in front of nicknames.

Ochako Uraraka

She loves the nickname "Sweetcheeks" for both of you. You swap it like a child who's parents are divorced with split custody.

But when she doesn't have custody of "Sweetcheeks" she settles for "Sweetheart". She just loves talking about how sweet you are <3

And when he's feeling extra protective and ready to kill someone flirting with you she'll pull out the "Baby"

Mashirao Ojiro

He's cute but probably doesn't use nicknames that much smh 🙄

But when he feels extra flustered, loving, or comfortable that's when he pulls out the nicknames

I asked some friends for their opinions for all of these and we mostly agreed on everyone but Ojiro was the first rift

They said he seems like a "Sweetie" guy but I hate that nickname so our middle ground is "Sweetheart"

He also likes "Love" n "My Love" which I am super on board with

I love him, he makes me doubt my lesbianism. Look at his cute lil smile and his big bonkers ugh I wish he was real

Denki Kaminari

Has he forgotten your name? It sure feels like it sometimes.

You don't remember the last time he's said your name

Mina's nicknames are endearing and a little weird, his nicknames are either very endearing or VERY weird. No in between.

But in situations where he's nervous or a bit uncomfortable he just sticks to "Babe", he doesn't use the weird nicknames.

Probably gets you guys matching couples shit to wear or just use in day-to-day life. It's so cringe but he finds joy in it so just deal with it ig

Eijiro Kirishima

100% a "Babe" man.

The other characters here use multiple nicknames but I feel like he just sticks to "Babe" no matter what. As much as I enjoy "Pebble" I just don't see him saying it for some reason. "Babe" just feels perfect for him and nothing else, just like you <3 Aww anyways

Mezou Shouji

He's usually too nervous to call you buy any nicknames when you're near other people, maybe just a shortened version of your name

But in private I can imagine him saying "Thank you dear" to you at any chance.

Maybe even, dare I say it, "Love"

I really like the nickname "Love" lmao

If you liked this, maybe try my last post, featuring Bakugou, Todoroki, Shinsou, and Aizawa! :]

#yuga aoyama #yuga aoyama x reader #aoyama yuuga #mina ashido #mina ashido x reader #mina ashido x y/n #tsuyu asui #tsuyu x reader #tsuyu asui x reader #tenya iida #tenya iida x reader #gn reader #iida x reader #tenya iida x you #ochako uraraka #uraraka x reader #uraraka x y/n #ojiro mashirao #ojiro x reader #ojiro x y/n #denki kaminari #denki x reader #denki x y/n #denki kaminari x reader #eijiro kirishima #kirishima x reader #kirishima x y/n #mezou shouji #shouji x reader #:{[ 13's lovergirl

[dollygirl808]

Spoiled Rotten! Ch 1.5(Zombie Yandere)

MDNI 🔞

Masterlist

Half! Zombie/Zombie Hybrid Yandere Simon "Ghost" Riley x Original Female Character (Freya)

Fingering, eating out, use of slut and Princess Smut under cut

Freya stomped away angrily from masked man, making her footsteps much louder than she should, letting out an exasperated groan.

Ghost followed silently, trying his best to quell the urge to snatch her up and drag her back to the safe house, and lock her up in the attic for safekeeping.

After several minutes of this, she whirled around, pointing an accusatory finger at the man, "Stop! Stop following me!" She whisper yelled, although the pretense of being quiet was long forgotten in their heated yelling match earlier.

It's not as though they hadn't had this same exact fight many times before, it was a complicated issue. She didn't blame or fault the man, he was simply doing what his brain told him he had to do to keep her safe. But when his brain told him to murder a man and his son in broad daylight, then quickly consume their cooling corpses as she sat tied up to a tree, a few feet away and half naked from where the younger boy had stripped her and attempted to rape her, well.

Like she said, it's a complicated issue.

She wasn't wholly mad at him, mostly just pissed off at herself for needing Simon to come to her rescue yet again, as if she hadn't been living and surviving in the zombie apocalypse for the past 8 years perfectly fine on her own before him.

It made her feel weak, incapable of protecting herself or living on her own. And that made her scared.

And sometimes she wanted to blame him and his ever-present helicopter-ing over her life and growling at or shooting down, or simply ripping into like a paper bag, of any human or zombie or hybrid that came too close to her and he considered a threat.

His constant, obsessive protection was the reason she let her guard down so much more often than she used to, the reason she got to relax at night knowing Ghost rarely slept and would keep a watch on her from afar, even after they had gotten into another fight and she had 'run away' with a group of survivors, weather it be hours or days or weeks or months, eventually they'd get separated, killed off or ambushed by something or someone, and every time he would be right there, coming to her side with a low hum, or shooing away another undead with a possessive growl.

Sometimes she just wanted to talk to other people! How hard was that to accept?!

Well, mostly she wanted to cuddle and be warm. And while her killer friend was warm-er than the average dead guy, he was not warm enough to the touch.

Ghost just stood there, one dark brown eye and one glazed over white eye staring at her in turn, hands hanging by his side, not even blinking. Talking to that man was like arguing with a fucking brick wall.

"UGH!" She yelled, turning on her heel again and making her way to the safezone.

He reached out, long limbs overtaking her in just a second as he grabbed her wrist and stopped her from moving, "You're acting like a spoiled brat," He huffed out, half amused and half annoyed as he towered over her and looked down at her, eyes narrowing.

"That's because you treat me like a fucking child!" She snapped, punching him in his arm hard. He didn't flinch or budge. "You're overhearing! You're like a fucking helicopter parent! I can protect myself!"

Simon growled low, eyebrows furrowing as he stepped closer and held up his other, gloved hand, "You got yourself kidnapped," He held up one thick finger, "You let yourself get taken to a second location," Another finger, this time his middle, "You were five seconds away from being raped," His ring finger, "And none of that would have happened if you hadn't had another one of your little tantrums." He seethed, then grabbed her by her throat, pulling her nose-to-nose.

"You are making my job harder than it needs to be princess," He rumbled out low and angry, fingers tightening around her throat as she squirmed under his heated glare, "You're acting like a spoiled brat, so I'm treating-" The man flinched back, his words being interupted as she spat in his face, the saliva landing on the cheek of his skull mask.

"I'm sick of seeing your stupid fucking face!" Freya hissed out, thrashing her body in his hold to no avail.

Ghost went deadly silent, still staring in the direction he had flinched after being spat at. He let go of her arm and wiped it off with the back of his glove, then slowly turned his head to look at her.

Not a single word was spoken, but his hand did squeeze down, now cutting off her blood flow. Her breath hitched, and she had to fight off a giddy, bratty smile as he choked her. She was supposed to be angry at him because he made her feel week, and not horny because of it!

But, fuck- if he'd just squeeze a little hard, choker her a little more, loom over her with that hungry look, and dragged her into one of the empty houses nearby, maybe she could forgive him, if only he'd stuff her poor empty pussy again-

His mask twitched upwards, just a little, around where she suspected his mouth was, "You're getting off on this."

She nodded with a small smile, a flush coming to her cheeks as the angry quickly melted away into *need.* Maybe she wasn't so upset with him at all, maybe she was being ridiculous and she was just too sexually frustrated to have remembered to keep her guard up when she was out with that father and son duo on a small raiding party.

He chuckled, a deep and rough sound from low in his throat as he pulled her flush against him now, surely smirking under his stupid mask as he leaned his head down to her neck, rubbing the nasal bone of his mask over her skin as he took a deep breath in of her scent.

"What's wrong? Your little human not big enough for you, greedy little thing? He's not satisfying my little slut?" He rumbled out, amusement laced in his heady tone.

"No," She sighed out, baring her neck to him as her head leaned back.

"No?" He promted, pulling away now, which had her shaking her head, and gripping at the tactical vest he still wore.

"No, he's not you- nothing like you," Freya affirmed, looking up at him with pleading eyes. She was usually horny for the massive half human, half zombie man, but after spending the past week fucking a boy who knew nothing, she craved the man before her like never before.

He hummed, eyes leaving hers for just a second to scan their surroundings. After determining that it was safe, and picking a house, he started walking towards it, making her stumble and whine as she was forced to walked backwards.

The door wasn't locked, and after opening it and pushing her inside, he locked it behind them.

"If I fuck you, will you be a good girl and behave?" He asked, and she nodded, letting out a drawn out yes in response.

He stalked closer, like a predator on the hunt, and she was his helpless, small prey, "And you're going to listen to me, stop being a misbehaving brat and never set foot in that place again?"

She whined, sitting up on her elbows from where she had fallen. He was rarely this careless with her, only doing so when he was truly and thoroughly done with her shit. "I-I can't, all my stuff is still back in the house," She shook her head, "You'll have to let me go."

Ghost groaned, falling to his knees in front of her, "Don't," He huffed, and shuffled closer, one hand yanking her by her ankle as he cralwed between her legs, "Don't ask me that, Princess. Can't say no to you- don't ask that of me. Please," He begged as he undid the zipper on her jeans.

Freya's breath hitched as her pants were yanked down, "You have to let me go, Simon," She panted, now desperately kicking off her shoes and pants, "After, have to let me go after."

He yanked her pants off the rest of the way, throwing the offending fabric away as his large hands wrapped around her upper thighs and pulled her flush against his cargo pants, pressing his aching cock into her clothed cunt with a mutual moan, "No, I won't," He growled out, grinding down into her.

She moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist and letting him hold her up, "You will."

"I can't!" He snarled, slamming his fist into the carpeted ground, shaking the floorboards under them and temporarily pausing their mad dash to fuck like wild animals.

"You will," Freya pressed, "Because I asked you. You will." Her hand slid down to the side of his neck, and her thumb hooked under the edge of his mask. When he didn't stop her, she pushed it up passed his nose, "Kiss me."

He obeyed, surging forward on his forearms as he kissed her hard, dominating her and her mouth. He longed to touch her bare skin, but he couldn't take his lips off her body long enough to pull his gloves off, so he trailed his kisses down her jaw and to her neck instead.

"Don't leave marks, Si," She whined, palm pressing at his forehead as she exposed her neck on instinct.

One gloved hand roughly yanked up both of hers, and pinned them. "Shut up," He growled, pushing her head to the side with his free hand and and bitting down into her flesh, not hard enough to break skin, but enough to make her squirm and moan.

"F-fuck, please Si, don't-" She gasped out, hips pressing up into him. Fully ignoring her, he pressed his hand to her mouth to muffle her as he marked her neck, marked what was his.

He sucked on a new spot until it was blotchy and red, then moved on to a third mark, this time at her shoulder, pushing her shirt collar out of the way with his nose as he sank his teeth into her, letting out a possessive growl muffled by her skin.

She moaned into his palm, nails digging into the hand holding hers as he marked her, warm tounge lapping at his mark when he was done, his breath, which was much cooler than a humans should be, fanning over her face as he pulled away to admire his work. Her neck was now thoroughly marked, and he felt satisfied with his claim over her.

Ghost sat up, his thighs spreading hers more as he opened them wider, exposing her simply grey cotton panties. "You belong to me," He told her, dangerous, low, predatory. "Always. You belong to me." His gloved thumb brushed down the center, making the fabric grow darker from her arousal.

"Yeess, Si, I'm yours," Freya promised, hips twitching from the simple touch, "I'm yours, always."

He did that a few more times, watching her squirm and attemt to press down on his hand. His thumb pressed between her folds, pushing the dark grey fabric between them.

"Who do you belong to?" He asked, arrogant smirk on his lips as he touched her through her panties.

"You, I belong to you!"

"Who?" He chuckled darkly, pausing as his finger brushed the edge of her panties.

"Simon! I belong to you, please, stop teasing me Si!" She begged him, panting from anticipation as she lay on the ground.

"That's right." He pulled the fabric down, taking his time as he brushed his gloved hands over her thighs, pulling the panties over her knees then off, sneakily pocketing it in his back pocket.

"You belong to me," He stated, hooking her legs over his hips, "He can't treat you like I can. I bet you haven't cum once all week, have you sweet thing? That's why you're so pent up, huh? He can't make you cum like I can?"

"No, only you Si- need you to help me cum, please," She moaned as he pressed one gloved finger into her, slowly sliding it back and forth.

Freya whined, more pleas slipping out of her mouth as she begged for more, more fingers, more of him. It made his cock ache to fill her, but not yet.

He slid a second finger in, curling them just right to make her gasp and arch up into him. "Oh god, missed your cock so much Si, please just fuck me, need you-"

"No."

She blinked her eyes open, panting and bewildered, "What?"

"I said no. D'you think you deserve my cock, greedy little brat? You run away from me for a week, and you're gonna go back to the camp after I have my way with you, but you want my cock too? I don't think so."

"B-but, Si I-" She stuttered out, face flushed. Sure, she's been a bit of a brat lately, but he didn't want to fuck her?

"If you want my cock you know how to find me." He told her simply, fingers squelching embarrassingly loud inside her.

"Fuck-! Please?" She moaned, lashes fluttering as her head fell back.

He thrust his fingers into her, a deep and slow pace, "No." She let out little whines, upset and begging, but he ignored her as he fingered her pussy.

"Please!" She begged again, her ankles hooking behind his back to pull him closer.

Ghost groaned as he ground his cock into the back her her thigh, making him pause in his ministrations.

He growled out, annoyed, and forced her legs open and over his shoulders. Lowering himself on his stomach, he sucked on his own wet fingers with a moan as he tasted her for the first time in a while. After sucking out as much of her taste from his glove as he could, he shoved his fingers back inside, and put tongue to clit.

Freya gasped as he lavished his tongue over her needy little pussy, noisy slurping up her arousal as it dripped between his fingers and sucking on her clit, making her moan and shake as he expertly brought her to the edge of orgasm with his thick fingers and broad tongue.

"Simon-! Simon-!" She moaned out, voice high pitched as her back arched off the carpet and her orgasm built up inside her, she was so close, she just needed a little more-!

He stopped suddenly and his head perked up, turned to the side, listening to sounds outside the door that she couldn't possibly catch even if she strained her ears, "Someone's coming," He looked back at her for a few seconds, still listening.

"They're far. Better cum quick, Princess," Simon teased with a cocky smirk, loving the way her eyes went wide and she shook her head wildly to protest- but it was no use, he was already diving back between her legs, doubling his efforts on her pussy to make up for the pause.

"No, no-!" She hissed out, then a moan slipped past her lips and she pressed her hand to her mouth hard.

She couldn't hear him yet, so hopefully he wasn't close by, but her blood was also rushing in her ears, and her breathing was coming out in harsh pants as she bucked her hips up into his eager face.

Her eyes rolled back as Simon curled his finger just right, his tongue flicking back and forth over her clit at the perfect angle, perfect speed- her thighs clamped down on either side of his face, entire body arching up into him as she came on his fingers, her raw moan only muffled by the fact that she had bit into her own arm to quiet her noises.

He pulled his fingers out with a wet squelch much too soon, but they didn't really have much time. He was already replacing them with his tongue, moaning openly into her pussy as he tasted her, eating out the rest of her cum as she twitched and gasped from overstimulation, sock-clad foot kicking at his shoulder.

"S-stop!" She gasped wetly, saliva connected to her arm from where she had bit herself, "Oh god-" Her head thunked back onto the carpet with a dull sound as he used his tongue to lick at her walls like she was a finicky, poorly designed container.

And he continued to lap up her juices like a starved dog, messily eating her pussy like it was the last time he'd be able to, making his mask damp with her slick from where it had fallen back over his nose.

"Freya?" Knock knock knock, "Are you in there babes?" Jake's voice called from the other side of the door as he knocked.

She froze, then let out a hissed curse as she used Simon's momentary pause to push away from him and kick him away in the same motion, feet planted on his shoulders.

They had both too caught up in her orgasm to have noticed the man's approaching footsteps, and someone had gotten too greedy in eating her out, so she had to rush to yank her pants back up and shove her feet in her shoes.

"Yeah! One sec!" Freya called out, hoping her voice didn't sound as shakey as she felt, zipping and buttoning up her jeans.

Simon watched with an amused tilt to his lips as he licked at his slick-coated gloves, while she searched the floor frantically for her missing panties. After watching her for a few seconds, he held them up for her to see, chuckling when she lunged for them and he only held his hand higher, out of her reach.

"I aught to fucking kill you, you know that? You're fucking unsufferable!" She yelled at him, annoyed, nerves still frayed from her orgasm only a few moments ago.

"You wouldn't," He huffed out, amused as he tucked his little prize back into their hiding spot, safely stuffed in his back pocket.

She grumbled, face feeling far to flushed as she turned her back, quickly unlocking the door to stand face to face with Jake, her 'roommate' who she had been living with for the past week, in the camp.

"Hey, babe- who were talking to?" He asked worridly as he looked past her into the house.

Ghost stepped forward, pushing the door open further as he brushed past them both, making sure to touch her hand with his soaked glove and bump the man's shoulder. His mask had been pulled back into place before she had opened the door.

"Just a friend- we traveled together for a while, since I was 22. He doesn't like other people much, but I want to live in a safe zone with others. He wanted to convince me to come traveling with him again, but doesnt understand why I want to stay put," Freya explained, placing a hand on his chest.

Jake nodded, side-eyeing the much taller man nervously as he grabbed her hands. Glancing down, he had to do a double take as he saw her bruised and raw wrists, "Wait, what happened to your wrists?" He asked, thumb rubbing lightly at the rope marks on each wrist.

"Two of your pals though they'd tie her up and have their way- I took care of them both," Ghost grunted, standing off to the side as he watched the pairs reaction.

Jake's slightly suspicious, but greatful glance, and Freya's scoff and eye role didn't phase him. "I told you I was handling it."

"Yea, 'course you were Princess," Ghost huffed out of his nose, likely smirking under his mask.

"Did you guys kill them?" Jake asked in a low voice, setting his hand on her hip.

"Yeah, obviously."

Freya glared at the masked man for the tone of his voice when he said it. "Please ignore him, he's not used to talking to people," She said sweetly, smiling at the man.

"Guess the run was a bust, huh? Do you wanna go back now?" Jake asked.

"Yeah," She nodded, "Let's head back inside the safe zone."

Ghost huffed, unsatisfied with her words but not surprised as he stood close by. "When you're done playin' house, you know how to find me Princess," He told her, brushing his dry glove against her cheek before turning around and stalking away, into the nearby forest.

---

Jake had remained, thankfully, completely silent on their way back into the camp, only speaking up to let the entrance guard know what happened with the brother and son she had left with to scavenge earlier that day, then he was silent again until they had made it back to the two bedroom two story house they shared, the door closing behind him with a quiet click.

They made their way up the stairs, into the bedroom of the room they slept in together. "I'm gonna wash up real quick, ok?" Freya said as she walked into the adjoining bathroom, closing the door behind her and leaving no room for arguing.

The safe zone didn't have enough water for a proper shower, and all shower pipes were disabled, but there was enough to take a little bird bath with a clean rag and cold water from the sink. So she locked the door, then stripped her clothing, and quickly started with wiping away the slick that still clung between her thighs and on her pussy, before moving onto a general wipe down, her legs, arms, stomach, neck, tits, then armpits and so forth, until she was as clean as she could get.

After drying off and dressing in something more comfortable than what she had been wearing she stepped out of the bathroom, in an oversized, short-sleeved shirt that had probably belonged to Ghost at one point, and a pair of shorts.

Jake watched her as she sat down on the bed. "I'm guessing you two were more than just friends," He said, tone cold, like he was trying his best to remain neutral but failing horribly.

She simply shrugged in response, "While there's not really anything romantic going on between us nor has there ever been, we do fuck on occasion."

'On occasion,' of course, was a massive understatement. More like everyday when they were together, and sometimes multiple times a day, the two of them stowing away in a safehouse for a few days while fucking on and off all day.

"You didn't think to tell me that?" He asked, anger flairing.

"Why does it matter? Men can get so agressive or uncomfortable with eachother once they know they've fucked the same girl. I didn't feel like dealing with that. Besides it's not really any of your buisness, to be honest."

"Not- Not my buisness?! Did you seriously say that?! Are we not together?" Jake yelled, standing from the bed, glaring at her.

She turned to look at him, an incredulous look on her face as she deapanned, "Are you serious? I don't remember you ever asking me if we were some sort of exclusive, monogamous couple. If you had, I would have told you absolutely not, I don't do monogamy."

"You- you fucked him, while you were in there? Didn't you?!" He seethed, pacing around the room.

"No," She said simply, one hand planted on the bed as she turned her body to look at him, "He fingered me and ate me out."

"I can't believe you!" He yelled out, emphasizing with his hands.

"I can't believe you- you thought we were dating? What- just cause I let you stick your dick in me and sucked you off a few times?"

"No, I just- I thought you liked me back!" He stressed.

She shrugged again, "You're ok I guess. I mostly just wanted someone nice and warm to sleep next to and cuddle, amd I wanted into the safezone. You showed me. It was a lot easier to just stick with you than find another person to cuddle with."

"You're a fucking bitch!" He spat, "I thought we had something!"

Freya huffed, rolling her eyes, "We've known each other for a week. Maybe if you had used your big boy words instead of being emotional, we would have had this cleared up."

"Fuck you! Fuck this!- I'm gonna sleep in the other bedroom!" He seethed, walking away.

"Men are so tempermemtal," She huffed under her breath, then crawled under the covers to go to sleep, completely unaffected by his little, emotional outburst.

If he wasn't going to cuddle her, what was the point of sticking around? Maybe she should have just gone with Simon instead- she would have been thoroughly dicked down just like she needed, and he would have bent over backwards to make sure her every whim and desire was satisfied, as long as it didn't involve other people.

Maybe, in the morning, she'll attempt to slip away unseen and sneak out of the safezone, and let Ghost take her away to one of his many safehouses, where they could stay there for a few days and become 'reacquainted' as it were- the thought made her smile as she tucked the coveres up under her chin, and soon drifted off to sleep.

#Spoiled Rotten!COD #Zombie!Yandere!Ghost #zombie!ghost #smut #cod smut #half zombie half human #zombie hybid #zombie apocalypse #zombie au #simon riley x oc #simon riley #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley smut

[creativepromptsforwriting]

Tips for writing triplets? Especially if two are identical and one is not

Things to consider: Do they all have the same gender? If they all do there could be more conflict in two of them being identical in looks and maybe being closer because of it, while the third one looks different from them and maybe gets forgotten as being part of the triplets.

Looking the same could be an advantage in some way and a disadvantage in others. The one who doesn't look the same could feel left out, like I said above, but they could also have the advantage of not having to "share" their appearance. Because they already share their birthday, they share their parents in probably the same way (which sometimes is different with siblings in different age groups), they could go to the same school, have the same friend group, do the same sport, etc. So it would be great to have something of their own.

I would also think about how much they actually share in life together. Do they really go to the same school and are in the same class and go to the same activities? Because some parents try to split up their twins/triplets, so they can develop individually.

- Jana

Edit with more info under cut:

Edit from @sadieb798

To the triplet ask: I knew triplets in high school!

They were fraternal triplets (meaning they didn't look alike), however they had some similarities if you knew what to look for: nose, eye shape, mouth shape, etc.

The two oldest shared similar interests and were "good kids" whereas the youngest really wanted to be their own person and smoked and went to raves and made those beaded bracelets that were really popular to give out in 2008 during raves.

But the two eldest didn't look alike: the oldest was gorgeous with perfect blond hair, slender hands and nicely cut fingernails that she joked she could be a hand model. The middle child was shorter, with mousy brown hair and came off as frumpy looking with a really infectious laugh.

They also had unfortunate names. Their last name was Graham, and their first names had to deal with matching up with that: Holly, Mille and Candy.

The things they had in common though was they loved their parents and they were all into acting. Hope that helps with anything!!

#zkang288 #creativepromptsforwriting #creativepromptsforwritingask #ask #triplets #how to write triplets #writing ideas #writing advice #thanks sadieb798

[sunshinebingo]

@gwynrielweeksofficial Day 10 - AU Day

The Neighbour's Cat

I love when we get the Shadows’ input in Azriel’s POVs and for this one, I tried to do that but with Gwyn.

Synopsis: Gwyn finds a cat in her backyard and decides to meet its owner.

Word Count: 1.4k

Read on Ao3

"Are you sure you don’t need help unpacking?” Nesta asked for the thousandth time.

“I’m sure Nes,” Gwyn sighed and replied for the thousandth time. “I’m almost done anyways.”

“Wow Gwyn you’re fast.” She has been unpacking since the last box has been dropped that morning. It was now almost evening and she desperately needed a break. And that is why she had called Nesta. Emerie would have also been on the line with them if she wasn’t still at work.

“Well unlike you I don’t have a gorgeous boyfriend to keep me distracted,” Gwyn tried to say it without the slight longing that she felt at the thought. Gwyn was more than happy for Nesta. She felt the same for Emerie who was currently dating Cassian’s cousin. But she couldn’t help but feel a little left out sometimes. Not by her chosen sisters. She could never resent them for having what she did not.

Gwyn felt like whatever mystical being responsible for pairing people had somehow forgotten her. She was fine by her own. But whenever she saw happy couples being in love and acting all cute, she couldn’t help but wonder whether she would be happier with someone else in her life.

‘’Gwyn? You still there?’’ Gwyn realised then that she had been lost in her thoughts and thus completely ignoring Nesta.

‘’Huh? Yeah I’m listening,’’ she blurted out.

‘’What was I saying then?’’ Nesta teased.

‘’Something about Cassian?’’ Gwyn tried. Nesta only laughed and the conversation moved to the planning of the next girls’ night which would be held at Gwyn’s new house. When Nesta hang up, Gwyn was so tired that she did not feel like cooking. She plopped down on the couch and looked for something to order online.

As she debated with herself over sushi and tacos, a little meow from the garden caught her attention. When she heard it again, Gwyn leapt from the couch to investigate. She has always been fond of animals. But, unfortunately, none of her previous apartments allowed her to adopt one. That has been part of the reasons why she had gone for a small house this time. This, and the fact that, after almost a year spent in the middle of the city, Gwyn craved some quiet.

Gwyn heard a rustling sound coming from a bush near the wall that separated her house with her neighbour’s. A fluffy black cat with a pair of bright green eyes walked from under the bush and meowed at her. Gwyn’s heart melted when the cat walked and rubbed itself against her legs as if she hasn’t just moved here this morning. She knelt on the grass to pet the cat and it immediately started purring.

“I didn’t know the house came with a friend,” Gwyn said to him as she scratched his fluffy head. “Hi little guy.”

Forgetting about the food that she had to order, Gwyn spent the next half hour in her new backyard playing with her new friend. When the sun was almost set, she heard the sound of a bike from the neighbour’s side of the wall. A few minutes later she heard voices.

‘’Grumpy,’’ a deep voice called. Gwyn noticed the cat’s ear twitching. ‘’Grumpy, where are you boy?’’ the voice called louder this time. The cat moved his head in the direction of the voice.

‘’Are you Grumpy?’’ Gwyn asked the cat. It would be weird if Grumpy was a child, a little voice in her head said. She had her answer when the voice called again and the cat started meowing in response. ‘’That must be your dad looking for you then.’’ The more she listened to that voice, the more Gwyn noticed how sexy it sounded, even if he was only looking for an animal named Grumpy, who, by the way, wasn’t grumpy at all. She wondered if her neighbour looked as hot as he sounded. She had heard the bike so she assumed he must be at least a little attractive, right? In books men on bikes are always hot. You’re not in a book Gwyn, the little voice reminded her. Maybe the man was married and Gwyn was fantasizing about someone who had a gorgeous wife, 3 kids and a cat. Or, the little voice added with a gasp, what if he is super hot and gay?

Gwyn looked at Grumpy who wasn’t grumpy. The cat kept meowing but made no move to leave. ‘’You don’t want to go back?’’

‘’Come here boy, it’s time for dinner,’’ the neighbour said. Gwyn looked at Grumpy and an idea popped into her head. The only way for her to find out what her neighbor with the sexy voice looked like and if he was married or gay was to meet him. And since he seemed to have lost his cat, I would help him find it, she thought. This was not hard at all since the lost cat had befriended her already.

Gwyn stood up and adjusted her shorts and t-shirt. ‘’Let’s go meet your dad Grumpy,’’ she told the cat as she grabbed him and walked to the front door. Let’s hope your dad is hot Grumpy is also what she thought but didn’t say. She walked the stone path leading to his porch and knocked on the door. Grumpy was cradled in her arms like a baby.

When the owner of the house opened the door, Gwyn almost dropped his cat. But the only thing that dropped was her jaw. One look at him and Gwyn prayed that he was not married or gay.

“Grumpy,” he exclaimed, pulling Gwyn out of her prayers to every gods that she remembered the name of.

“Uh…hi…um…I found your cat,” Gwyn moved a very comfortable Grumpy from her arms and handed him to his owner. Gwyn followed the strong muscles of his arms when he reached out to grab the cat. When his large hands touched hers as Grumpy moved from her arms to his, Gwyn thought she could develop a hand fetish just from the thought of his hand tracing her body.

“Thank you so much for bringing him back to me. I was just looking for him,” he told her with a warm smile.

Gwyn pulled herself together and smiled back. “Actually I heard you. I’m your new neighbour.”

“Oh,” he raised his brows at her. Then he beamed at Gwyn. “Welcome then. I’m Azriel.”

Even your name is hot, Gwyn wanted to say. But instead she thanked him and introduced herself. Grumpy jumped off Azriel’s arms. Gwyn giggled when he plopped down next to her and started licking his paw. “You have a very cuddly cat,” she told Azriel.

Azriel snickered. “He has never acted like that with anyone but me. It is actually one of my brothers who named him Grumpy because he is so mean to others.”

“Well he hasn’t been mean to me,” Gwyn shrugged. She found it very easy to relax around him.

“You must be very special then,” he grinned. Gwyn blushed and bit her lip. Am I delusional or is he looking at my lips?, she asked herself. You are talking to yourself while this god is standing in front of you. You're clearly delusional, the little voice, which was clearly her own, replied. She wanted to cover her face so he wouldn’t see how red she was turning.

Azriel cleared his throat and when he spoke, Gwyn thought that he sounded a bit nervous. “Can I offer you dinner sometime? Tonight perhaps?” Gwyn felt her heart beating in her throat. She felt like she was about to either faint or fly at the proposition. Is this a date or is he just trying to thank me? she thought. Who even cares? Just say yes. “Your boyfriend can join us too of course,” Azriel added.

“I don’t have a boyfriend,” Gwyn added a bit too quickly.

Azriel smirked. “Great.” Gwyn raised a brow at him. Did he just say great? “I mean there’ll be more food for us then,” he shrugged. Gwyn laughed. Maybe her prayers had worked after all.

“I have nothing planned right now so I can help you if you want,” she told him, feeling slightly more confident.

“Even better,” Azriel stepped back and gestured for Gwyn to come in. Grumpy followed them inside the house. As Azriel closed the door behind them, Gwyn looked at Grumpy as if expecting him to read her mind. Have you been playing matchmaker all along? When the cat meowed at her, Gwyn decided to take that as a yes.

#gwynriel #gwyneth berdara #azriel #modern au #acotar #acosf #gwynrielweeks2023 #gwynrielweeksofficial #gwynrielweek2023 #gwynriel week 2023

[hazelnut-u-out]

i've been going through a lot, but i finally managed to get around to finishing my first birdrick fic in literal agesssss.

all the lovely ship art i've seen recently kept me motivated to push through and finish a draft, so shoutout to all of the lovely birdrick artists out there <3

as always, you can find it on my ao3 (here!), but i'll post the full text below the cut for those who prefer it :3

2735 words | light angst

--------------------------------

Scars

Rick wrung his hands. Artificial callous gloving artificial bone.

He’d be lying if he said he’d never thought about the fact that he was no longer in his original body. It was contradictory. Rick had found within himself no sentiment of sanctity for the individual, but always found a melancholy homesickness for his old prison of a vessel.

For actual, honest-to-God flesh and blood. 

...That wasn't made in a clone vat.

It suited him, though—to be more machine than man. He’d always felt sort of like an AI, or a robot, or… something. Being human was foreign to him, as if he weren’t actually a member of the same species. Space—full of the weird, gross, and incomprehensible—felt more like coming home than leaving it.

Rick often found himself victim to the same odd sentiment when it came to the sentient creatures he met during his exploration of the unknown.

Well, he thought. Less of an exploration than it was a search .

Sometimes, he wished he had spent more time living than waiting to die.

Now, for instance, some stupid pang of sentimentality—completely unscientific and devoid of productive purpose—had him standing on a branch, drenched in slightly-too-acidic-to-be-comfortable rainwater, and hoping to fuck he’d answer the door.

This place was sadder than he remembered it. The limbs of the trees drooped to face the forest floor, crying silently. From where Rick stood, they enveloped him as if they were breathing, protecting what dared to inhabit them. The sky was overcast a dark grey, teaming up with the dead of night to douse everything in shadow. So few bird people still lived on this planet that the light from homes and rudimentary nests was few and far between. Counting on the consistency of sentient life to light your way on this planet wouldn’t get you anywhere.

It wasn’t as if it were necessarily remote. The remnants of what once was were still there, residing in living memory for the dwindling numbers of a generation. Nature, as it does on all planets siring life, engulfed the residue a growing species leaves in its wake.

Trees swallowed the walls of homes. Vines obscured pathways. Hanging bridges and sky-born signs broke apart. 

Everything felt weighed down. 

Every time Rick came here, it seemed worse. Life seemed more forgotten. Culture, language, and tradition resting on the tired shoulders of people who would never know one another. 

A planet scarred. 

A person scarred.

A friendship scarred.

Rick had tried to reach out to Birdperson over the last few weeks.

It was excruciating. He would lay out on the roof—intoxicated, comatose, and splayed out like a patient anesthetized along a table—and stare at the light of the beacon as it pierced the clouds.

It was the longest time he’d ever gone without talking to him since they’d met, and he’d started to… miss things.

He hated it.

Missing something was an admission of caring about it—which he did not do. About anything.

So, as anyone who didn’t give a shit would, he stood soaked, drunk, and unannounced at his best friend’s door in the middle of the night.

Drawing in a shaky breath, Rick lifted his hand and gently rapped his knuckles against the coarse wood.

Three times. If he didn’t answer after three sets of knocks, he’d just leave. He didn’t even care.

One.

Two.

“Fuck it,” he muttered, turning away.

The muffled sound of a small child crying out seeped past the rain.

Turning, Rick saw a light flicker on inside, causing a warm glow to fall along the deep bark and caress the tips of his black loafers.

Frozen, Rick tuned his audio-enhancing implants to the small movements on the other side of the walls.

“Oh, my little nestling,” a gruff Birdperson murmured. “Hush, now. You have already had a bath. It is time for sleep.”

Rick didn’t need to draw on his extensive experiences with Birdperson to know he was exhausted.

For a brief moment, he thought of the conversation he’d had with Beth earlier. That familiar cold pit of guilt roiled in his gut.

He knocked again.

“Perhaps someone agrees with you, little one,” Birdperson whispered, Rick hearing every bit of it as he allowed his implants to violate some unspoken rule of privacy and familial intimacy. “Unreasonable creatures are up at unreasonable hours.”

Rick listened as the click of talons approached the door.

Light properly flooded the space Rick inhabited as the door slowly opened. The hiss of rain suddenly engulfed him as his implants switched off.

Birdperson’s face didn’t look like Rick had expected it to. There was apprehension and a bit of shock, but an aura of relief remained beneath it.

Rick’s thoughts raced to how he must have looked. Soaked, lab coat clinging to his thin frame. Pathetic.

Like an old, wet cat.

In an old, wet box. 

On an old, wet street.

“Listen, I… I wasn’t sure if I should come, but, uh… I—”

“Rick,” Birdperson interjected softly. “I am very grateful you came. Please, come in.” Birdperson—smaller, fluffier bird child writhing in his arms—moved slightly to the side, gesturing a stubbled chin for Rick to enter.

He obliged, shivering in earnest as the heat of the home swallowed him, calling attention to just how cold he really was.

“Would you please hold her for a moment?” his companion asked, desperation dripping from his plea. Rick finally allowed himself to take in his friend’s state.

The bird man before him stood slightly slouched forward, small patches of discoloration littering his limbs. His eyes were sunken, his face unshaven, and his scarred arms shook as they extended the child towards Rick.

“Mmm… Yeah, let me just…” Rick rolled up his left sleeve and pressed a tiny ruby of a button on the side of his watch with his thumb. Instantly, his clothes poofed up and settled back against his skin, now pleasantly warm and dry. 

The small gust of toasty air gently ruffled the feathers covering both sets of wings before him.

Rick reached out, taking the child in his arms. She let out a terrible shriek.

“Dios!” Rick blurted. “She’s got a set of lungs, eh?”

“Like you would not believe,” Birdperson grumbled as he shuffled further into the home, plopping down on the sofa. “I am so glad you came.”

“Oh?” Rick said timidly, tucking the child—whom he now noticed wore a straight-jacket-like onesie that restrained her arms but did little to prevent her tiny legs from swinging wildly in her struggle—casually beneath one arm and following in tow. “I kinda thought you’d be pissed, to be honest.”

“Perhaps if I were less exhausted, I would have the energy to care about quarrels and friendships,” his friend replied flatly, leaning forward and pressing his palms into his eyes. “You think being dead is exhausting. Then, you come back to life and raise… What is the term you used to refer to Beth? Antichrist?”

“You’re thinking of ‘hellion,’” Rick answered. “I’ve only ever spoken about the antichrist in a positive light.”

“Ahh… Well, you come back to life and raise a hellion. Whatever that means on Earth.” Birdperson stretched his wings out behind him, unfurling himself backward and sinking into the crease of the sofa. Rick chastised himself for admiring how his newfound scars—still pink and sensitive—highlighted the soft contour of his chest and stomach. “I recall that your daughter…” his friend shot him a wary look. “— daughters were quite spirited children.”

“I only had one at this age. You can just stick with singular.” Rick shrugged.

“Is that not disrespectful?” his partner asked, cocking his head inquisitively.

“How so?”

“Your culture emphasizes pronouns, no? So how would plurality of self be any different? Does referring to both of your daughters as one, even though they are now separate, not erase their individuality?”

“Oh, BP that’s—that’s cute and all. Real cute, but, ah…” Rick chuckled. “One, we need to brush you up on the fact that there are literally infinite versions of everyone . Two, neither of my current daughters are my original daughter. She was never cloned, so I think we’re safe to just say she was one girl, eh? Who knows if she would’ve had a clone?”

Rick forced himself to keep smiling and swallow the lump in his throat. He tightened his grip on the child twisting and growling beneath his right arm, locking his cybernetic joint in place.

“Ah, I see,” Birdperson said, concern etching its way along his brow. He threw a quick glance at his child, then back up at Rick. “You are drunk.”

“What about it? I’m always drunk,” Rick questioned, a bit annoyed.

“Yes, but a nestling is present.”

“Oh, come on, man,” Rick waved a hand in dismissal, shifting his weight to one foot. “Never killed Beth.”

Lie . Rick felt as though he’d swallowed sand.

“I will consider a compromise,” Birdperson proposed, a single corner of his mouth twitching impishly.

“Go on.”

“If you put her to bed for me, I will forgive you for the unprompted visit and inappropriate intoxication.”

Rick let out an amused huff. “Does the deal come with clean clothes and a place to crash tonight?”

“Are you out of portal fluid?” Birdperson raised an eyebrow.

“Home is… complicated,” Rick sighed, averting his eyes to a set of three empty wooden picture frames hanging on the wall. He couldn’t remember in his stupor, but he could’ve sworn they used to have something in them. “It's easier not to portal back for supplies. Can I stay or not?”

“Deal.”

—

Rick shuffled down the dimly lit hallway, his socks lighting little sparks along the carpet.

The tee Birdperson had loaned him was littered in holes, about three sizes too big, and three decades old. All of that without even mentioning the breeze from the wing accommodations along the back. 

That was something he definitely didn’t miss about sharing BP’s clothes.

The Flesh Curtains was scrawled out along the front in curly hand-sewn font, courtesy of Squanchy’s mother.

Rick remembered his reaction. ‘Not exactly what I was looking for, but there’s something punk about it!’ he’d said when Birdperson put it on.

It was also the night he’d decided to build an automated machine to print the merch for them.

Rick had settled on just wearing his boxers and socks while his clothes were in the wash, figuring the shirt was long enough. The drying feature was a quick fix, but he swore the smell of the chemical reaction lingered on him afterward, and it would’ve been torture to be overstimulated for that long. Now, he regretted not asking if his friend had kept any of his sweats around, but he doubted it anyway.

Peeking his head into the doorway to the bedroom, he looked at his companion curled up in his nest. His eyes were closed, his mouth slightly parted, and his cheeks flushed with sleep.

Rick would compare him to an angel, but that was overdone and, frankly, uncomfortably secular for a man of science. Instead, he'd settle for a great work of stone, carved to appear downy and plush. 

Rick cleared his throat, watching as Birdperson’s eyes fluttered open.

“Hmmm?” he hummed. “Did you get her put down?”

“Yeah,” Rick whispered back. “She’s a good kid. It only took twenty minutes of wrestling and about five made-up serial killer stories. I felt like I was hosting a true crime podcast.”

“Miss them at this age?” A playful quip.

Rick felt a pang in his chest.

“Always.” The word came out more pained than he’d meant it to. He cleared his throat. “I just need a blanket.”

“You need two?” Birdperson asked, gesturing to the blanket he had draped over himself.

“I—uh… I figured I’d take the couch tonight,” Rick responded, rubbing his elbow awkwardly. “I assumed you’d abandoned the whole ‘communal nest’ thing since the kid’s got her own room.”

“If I let her share a nest with me, I think she’d kill me,” Birdperson said with a snicker. “I had her in here the first night and I woke up to her trying to choke me with a stray branch.”

“Welcome to the club,” Rick huffed.

“Come to bed,” Birdperson murmured, something soft and light to his voice that made Rick’s heart skip a beat.

Honestly, he hadn’t planned for this.

Sure, he hadn’t cared to do this twenty years ago, but Squanchy was there most of the time, and when he wasn’t… Well, situations were different.

Still, despite the change of plans, Rick resigned all too easily to his new fate, stepping into the room and clicking the door shut behind him.

He shuffled along the edge of the room, rounding the corner. The amber haze from the small lights at the corners danced over Birdperson’s imperfect skin as he pulled the blanket back, inviting Rick to slip in next to him.

Rick felt Birdperson’s warmth seep into his skin as he slid beneath the fabric. He laid flat on his back and found himself lifting one arm out of instinct.

It seemed that his friend had fallen into old habits as well, immediately finding the slot of space between Rick’s left arm and his torso and tucking himself into the curve of his ribs. Birdperson’s ear pressed against Rick’s sternum and, for a long time, they both lay there.

Just as Rick had begun to think his counterpart was finally sleeping, a soft murmur warmed the fabric of his shirt.

“You can barely hear your heart anymore,” his friend muttered.

“Huh?” Rick sighed, barely awake.

“When I first met you, your heart was the only thing I could hear when we slept. Now, it is only mechanical hubbub.”

“What do you mean?”

“Whirs. Clicks. Putters. That sort of thing.”

Rick ran the back of his right hand along the puffy edges of Birdperson’s scars from where it was pinned between them, thinking.

“I’ve never been alive, really. Like, in an organic sense. I’m… fake or—or artificial.”

“The life I led with you did not feel artificial.”

“Maybe it was, and you didn’t notice.”

“I would have noticed.”

“Would you?” Rick breathed out over a mess of plumage. “There was a time when you were more machine than person, too, you know. You seemed pretty content then.”

“Rick,” Birdperson sighed. “Please stop while I can still forgive you.”

“Would you make me leave if you couldn’t?”

“I…” his friend’s voice wavered. “Not now, but… I mean, thank you. Thank you for fixing me. Thank you for putting me back together, but, Rick… You are going to have to accept that I cannot do that for you.”

Rick didn’t understand. He didn’t want to understand. The realization felt leaden in his chest.

“What do you mean?”

“I cannot fix you. It is not my job to let you berate me in hopes my compassion could one day repair you.”

The silence that followed was anything but silent. It was thick and nauseating with a life of its own. It squirmed between them, so that their bodies, though touching, were separated by some impermeable barrier.

Rick wanted to say so much. He wanted to apologize. He wanted to scream and cry and hold Birdperson like he’d melt away or slip through his fingers. He wanted to explain and barter and justify. He wanted to take accountability and swear to never speak to him ever again. 

What came out when he opened his mouth was shameful. Flippant and insensitive. He almost tried to swallow it before it came out. 

“At least you can say you tried, I guess.”

“Did I try enough? Do you think that you could have been different if I had tried harder when you were still… fixable?”

Rick blinked.

“You tried more than anyone else ever did. You… You had your own shit going on. If it makes you feel any better, I think you did fix a small part of me.”

“I am sorry, Rick.”

“For what?”

Rick was confused. He should be the one apologizing. Not Birdperson. 

Perfect, compassionate, sensitive Birdperson. 

“For not knowing. For moving on. For not moving on. For telling you, now, that I can never afford to give you another chance.”

A shaky breath.

“I forgive you. I’ll always forgive you.”

-------------------------------------

#rick and morty #rick sanchez #birdrick #my fic

[beeindaclouds]

This one is kinda the same idea in a way. You can pick which one or (if you can/want) you can combine them

Mcyt (Or just Punz, Foolish, Sapnap, Dream and Sam whichever you prefer) with a Reader who has family with high expectation?

Like their family expects so much from them to where it kinda gets really stressful

On a similar note:

Mcyt (or the ones mentioned) with a reader with high self doubt? Like reader feels like they aren't preforming their absolute best but they are trying so hard so it leads to mcyt comforting them

Sorry if this is alot-

I love your writing though! Don't overwork yourself and take breaks when you can!

~🦈 anon

Hallo 🦈 anon!

Ok I may be able to combine them, hope you enjoy <3

Some of the DSMP comfort a Reader w/ self-doubt and high expectations

Includes: Dream, Sapnap, Punz, Foolish, Awesamdude

Click Here before requesting, please ^^

Reader: GN - They/Them

They say that "the only failure is not trying"

But you did, over and over again, you never gave up

How come you were still not good enough?

Your parents had put these high expectations on you since the moment you were born

They hated how you just couldn't meet them

Even if you always had good grades, a great reputation and a scolarship, they still think that you could've done better

You stopped caring about what they said when you had enough money to move out and take care of yourself on your own

Obviously, you couldn't completely ignore your parents. No matter how strict and judgemental they were, they still are the ones who gave birth and grew you

That doesn't mean you were happy to hear from them tho

"Did you get a good job?" "A partner?" "You're not married yet?" "When will we get grandchildren?!?" "At your age I was-" "Your friend is already married-"

"Sometimes we're just so dissapointed in you"

That last one stung, a lot.

You had a pretty good job as a streamer, great friends who supported you through highs and lows and a person you may or may not like

But without support from your own parents and yourself, it felt like you had nothing...

❝ Dream ❞

Dream knew what you were going through since the moment he had asked you to join the SMP

You two talked a lot about everything, even personal stuff, so it didn't take long for the topic of your family to come up

He absolutely despised how badly they were treating you. They kept on putting you down no matter what you did

He hated seeing you cry and say hurtful things about yourself when it wasn't your fault that you couldn't be their "perfect little child"

Dream spent days on discord calls, in the middle of the night, while playing some random famous game at the time, just listening to you letting your poor heart out

And also complaining that he was to good at the game while you were suffering lol

You enjoyed and appreciated every second he spent with you, every advice he gave you and all the comfort he had given you since the moment he discovered what was happening

❝ Sapnap ❞

He had found out what you had been happening in the worst way

You had forgotten to mute the discord call with him while you answered your parents on speaker

All the negativity that came from them and your glossy eyes made him sick to his stomach

How could a parent say those things to their own child?

From that day on, Sapnap kept an eye on you. Asking if you were ok, making sure you ate and drank, making sure that you didn't let all the comments get to you

He kept his cool for your sake, but then they called you on the same they you met up with Sapnap irl

The same questions, same comments, same threatening tone

Sapnap had enough

He picked up the phone and gave a piece of his mind. It was like he was the parent lecturing their own child

It made you happy that someone understood how you felt and saw your achievements, no matter how big or little they were

❝ Punz ❞

Like Sapnap, he had accidentally overheard your conversation with your parents

His blood boiling at how rude they were

It was from that day that he promised himself to help you through it

You two started talking more, which let to you subconsciously search for any kind of positive acknowledgement from the man

Punz happily congratulate you for everything you achieved

Hitting 1.000 subs, managing to cook without burning anything, heck even having a successful social interaction wothout panicking haha

He had burried any negative comment you had to bare with and you were grateful to him

❝ FoolishGamers ❞

Foolish was not a person who easily got mad

It takes a lot to make him angry

But if anybody messes with someone he cares about, he sees red

He didn't care wether they were your parents, step parents, or whatever.

They had absolutely no right to push you so hard just to have this unimaginable version of yourself

To him it's like they expected to have a robot as a child

Like the kind friend, or maybe more, that he was he would always be there to support you during calls or visits from your parents

He always held you hand or hugged you if things started getting too much

And when they went out of line he would gladly step in and shut of the conversation

You couldn't love him more then you did in those moments

❝ Awesamdude ❞

He had never felt so helpless

Hearing the things they said and your cries on call just made him want to jump though the screen and give you a big hug

Sam never said anything about your parents, he always kept that subject away from you for your sanity

But whenever he received your calls out of nowhere just to be met with sobs and lies that they had brainwashed you with, made him want to completely erase them out of your life

And when you came to him, wanting to end it all with your parents, he was happy to be right there with you

Blocking them from calls and any social media they tried to rech you through

He even helped you move into his own home so he could help you get through those insecurities that were stopping you from being happy

Needless to say, you owe everything to Sam

#dreamsmp #dsmp #mcyt #dream smp x reader #dsmp x reader #mcyt x reader #dream x reader #sapnap x reader #punz x reader #foolishxreader #awesamdude x reader #beeblurbs

[red-might-be-dead]

RAHHHHHH CAN YOU TELL ME THE SILLY LORE OF YOUR UNNAMED OC???!!??!?

EHEHEEEHEEEE :DDDD YESSSSS!!!!!!

okay okay so

tw for like death and murder and lab shit and stuff, got some mad scientist type bs going on....

none of this is really set in stone btw i have a tendency to change lore over and over and over ripp

basically i just really wanted to make some kind of apocalypse/secret lab type story because all of my ocs so far have been from the same fantasy type story, so far i only have three ocs from my silly little unnamed oc's story (and all of them dont have names! shocking i know!)

so this guy, (im gonna call him 1 for now bc bro remains WITHOUT A NAME) is the son of a pretty prestigious and well know genetic engineer (1's mum is one of the three characters so far and he doesn’t have a dad lmaoo).

1's mum was researching animal/human gene splicing and also developments of diseases and how they travel from animals to humans. yk like trying to figure out how sometimes humans will contract some diseases from animals but other diseases wont get passed on.

this is why 1 has his pointy teeth (bro got his genes spliced by his mother when he was younger) the pointy teeth definitely ALWAYS had lore and definitely DIDNT occur just because i like to draw pointy teeth... definitely

okay so further down the line into 1's mums experiment there was an accident, some kind of mutation she had created had got loose and attacked a bunch of the scientists in her facility, whilst trying to escape she ends up being killed by said mutation (im still undecided on if i should make her cold and cruel or kind but slightly crazy btw... but i'll figure it out eventually)

this facility is out in the middle of nowhere and 1 is pretty much used to not seeing his mum for really long periods of time at this point so he doesn't know anything is wrong for a while. he only realised about two or three months later when the news reported some kind of strange creature in a small town pretty close to the facility, he recognised the mutation and knew that his mum had created it.

later on in the story 1 realises he isn’t actually a human he’s just another of his mothers experiments but for some reason she got attached to him and raised him like a real child (that’s why he doesn’t have a biological father lol)

he has one friend (i’m gonna call them 2 bc i don’t have a name for them either sobs) and he spends quite a lot of time with them, i haven’t got their design down properly yet but i’m pretty sure i want to give them some kind of dyed blue hair…. maybe…….. idk

1 and 2 are the type of kids to just absolutely fuck up an easy task like to the max - they would set the kitchen on fire whilst trying to make a sandwich. 2 is actually pretty clever but as soon as they spend any amount of time with 1 it’s like all of their smarts just disappear.

i think the best way to describe 1’s personality is a massive puppy that likes to bite you but doesn’t really understand it’s own strength - he’s a bit clueless and slightly blood thirsty

2 plays guitar btw, not that that really means anything it’s just a fun little fact :D

AKSHKAJSJA THAT WAS A LOT IF I HAVE FORGOTTEN SOMETHING ILL MAKE ANOTHER TEXT POST LMAO IF THERE IS ANY SPELLING OR GRAMMAR ERRORS IM SORRY SLHDKSJDJSND

#original character #red rambles relentlessly #he’s so silly i promise #i just wish i could come up with names AAAAA

[kats-fic-recs]

Best Bnha fics I read in 2022

per my last email

In America, Izuku is assigned a pen pal from Japan. Bakugou-san threatens him daily and curses all too often, but he answers Izuku’s questions and shows interest in his dreams. Oceans away in Musutafu, Katsuki enrolls in the mandatory English language course. His pen pal is a pain in his ass and asks way too many fucking questions.

They're supposed to be learning a new language. Instead, they discover why crushing on someone across the globe is not the best idea.

sunshine

“I see,” Ashido claps her hands together, “aww, you ran into a danger zone with no hesitation to save your childhood friend from the clutches of a villain! That’s so sweet!”

If only it was that simple . “I guess,” Izuku shrugs, “it’s complicated.”

“Tell me,” Ashido says, “sometimes talking to a neutral party about your problems is helpful! I can give you advice for whatever your situation is with this Kacchan .”

----------

or, izuku meets mina ashido when they're in middle school. and with a little push from a new friend, he gets kacchan back, too.

my heart's already been sold

“'At aw you ding?”

“That’s not Japanese,” Kacchan says, pushing his hands in further. “You sound like a fish.”

Bakugou keeps squishing Izuku's cheeks and walking away with zero explanation. Izuku is so, so gone for him.

The Distance Between Suns

What happens when a war tears you apart and then brings you back together?

Bakugo Katsuki and Midoriya Izuku spent years wondering if they would ever see each other again. Izuku, a prisoner in the walls of Court learning to navigate the trials of political warfare, and Katsuki, a forgotten child soldier whose enemies are not what they seem.

Years on opposite sides of the world changed them into what they needed to be to survive, but if there was one thing they never let themselves forget, it was the other. When the collapse of the ruling monarchy brings them colliding back together, will they be able to survive in the rapidly changing world around them and do what they need to save it?

Will they be able to survive each other?

Forget-Me-Not

"Do you remember what he we do every morning?” Hizashi placed his hand on top of his husband’s.

“I’m Aizawa Shouta. I’m a pro hero and teacher. I’m married and have two children. Hitoshi is in my class, training to become a hero, and we rescued Eri from Overhaul. She is still learning to control her quirk. I am working on a case about the League of Villains.”

Today wasn’t a good day, then.

“That’s really good, Shouta. But that was almost 30 years ago.”

Or, taking care of a husband with a slowly worsening memory loss, you’d have good days and bad days. For Hizashi, anniversaries were one of the hardest.

(may the bridges i have burned) light my way back home

Since Bakugou Katsuki discovered the secret of One for All, he and Midoriya Izuku have been slowly repairing the friendship they once had. They still haven’t talked about it—but Izuku’s certain that it’s only a matter of time before they manage to lay the past to rest.

But when the League of Villains attack the Sports Festival and Bakugou takes a devastating blow meant for Izuku, the whole nation is suddenly paying attention to a relationship the two people involved barely understand. Izuku needs more than ever to figure out who he and Kacchan are to each other—preferably before the internet does.

or,

“Fuck you,” Bakugou said. “I don’t need a whole face to kick your ass.”

the chaser and the chase

“This is a love story, Midoriya,”

“No, it's not. It’s crime/mystery,”

Or the one wherein Izuku writes the best selling book of the year and confesses to Katsuki at the same time.

you left a sour aftertaste

Izuku and Katsuki aren't together anymore. To take up his time, Izuku joins his school's band club, becomes the lead singer, makes some impulsive decisions, and accidentally gets a little famous. All because he's downright heartbroken, and Katsuki isn't (or at least, he doesn't look it).

Maybe some people were just meant to find their way back to each other. It might take a few stumbles, though.

don't be a stranger

“Not even a thank you for your friendly neighborhood Spiderman?” Izuku called out teasingly. “Where are you going?”

“Why the fuck do you wanna know, creep?”

“You sure you can make it back home safe?”

Katsuki glanced back angrily and flipped him the bird. “Eat shit, bugboy.”

Bugboy. That was new.

In which Izuku is Spiderman, Katsuki is nosy, and juggling high school and vigilante work has never been so difficult when your best friend is convinced that something’s up.

Or, five times Katsuki almost finds out that Izuku is Spiderman. One time he actually does.

Editor Denki & the No Good Mary Sue

Bakugou has a VERY original character that he's been writing about for a while. Just a hot-tempered prohero who's absolutely unstoppable, extremely cool, and a badass quirk that bears a striking resemblance to his own.

Unfortunately, according to poor Kaminari Denki, the guy's romance seems pretty half-baked. Which is crazy, because Bakugou didn't write a romance! He just included his stupid childhood friend in a few- okay, a lot- of the scenes, and Denki somehow got the wrong idea. Of course, Bakugou refuses to take an insult lying down, and sets about figuring out how to make Deku a compelling character for a beautiful romance- and accidentally learns some things about himself in the process.

with excerpts from Bakugou Katsuki's self-insert fan novel in all their glory.

Bare Your Soul In Ink

Writing isn't something you need a quirk for either. For all of human history, people have been telling stories. Weaving words together to form new things is built into our DNA on a level so much deeper than quirks are.

Writing could even help me escape from my life. I could hide behind a pen name, and then no one would have to know that the book in their hands was written by someone quirkless.

Yet here I am, writing about… the fact that I am quirkless.

When Izuku suddenly finds himself famous for writing a book about his life as a quirkless person, it leads to a reunion he never would have expected.

Me Myself and My Wingman

Katsuki’s wings were as magnificent as his quirk, and when they worked in tandem, it was nothing short of breath-taking. Katsuki cut through the air like a lash of fire, his blasts propelling him as his wings fanned out with the same ferocity of an avenging angel.

Izuku is in love with him, and doesn’t plan on doing anything about it.

(Unfortunately, his wings are quite determined to woo Katsuki by themselves.)

A Love Song from the Deep

His pod has always feared the Dragons, the alien clan that dwelled among volcanic vents of the deep, and with good reason. No one has seen one in generations, but Izuku heard stories of blind, listless things that drifted along the sea floor like ghosts.

Wherein Izuku is a curious merman, and his new friend is very fascinating.

How to Train Your Useless Dragon

Bakugou Katsuki needs to kill a dragon to take its teeth and become a warrior of his tribe.

But, what? Why the fuck doesn't this dragon have teeth?

Written from the promp "What if Izuku was the dragon?"

Shamelessly How to Train Your Dragon inspired.

if you talk enough sense then you'll lose your mind

There's very few people that a daemon will seek touch from outside of their holder or other daemons. Best friends, even if Izuku wanted to believe that he'd ever sincerely been that for Kacchan, are rarely one of the exceptions.

By when Izuku's life has come crashing down —by when he's left with the option of staying still until he turns to dust or walk walk walk on the shards until he bleeds—, he already knows his relationship with Kacchan has always been an anomaly.

It's only later that he discovers that what's really extraordinary is Adara.

Bright Stars

There had been rumors of a Human who wasn’t performing well in fighting rings, constantly ignoring their lesser opponents and trying to go after the very loud, very violent crowd instead.

or

Not only did Hizashi allow himself to be caught by the alien trafficking ring he and Shouta were trying to bring down, he's also stuck in a cell with a Deathworlder.

It goes better than expected.

#bnha #mha #boku no hero acadamia #my hero academia #deku #izuku midoriya #midoriya izuku #katsuki bakugou #bakugou katsuki #erasermic #bkdk #bnha fic #bnha fic recs #ao3 #fanfiction #fic recs #fanfiction recommendation #fic rec #dynamight #bkdk fic