#my husband tried to talk me outta this

[dante-mightdie]

A small req? Wheree we're a milf and our incel son eventually joins the military (you choose if he joins the military or meets at a bar I ain't gaf) and meets Ghost, 141 whatever. He brings Ghost home to his basement room(or the 141 bb do whatever you want) and ghost is surprised n shi that we this incel momma when we com with snacks or something like 'get outta here mom you're embarrassing me Infront of my new friends!" Is our sons reaction or sum. And ghostie pookie excuses himself up to the bathroom to sloppily makeout with us 🥺

nobody look at me i’m foaming at the mouth

c/w: simon is kinda strange but in a weird sexy way, mentions of misogyny, talks of sex must no actual smut, housewife kink kinda

it’s no secret that your son is a nasty little misogynistic shit. everyone on base has had the experience of standing next to him on a night as out when he gets a drink thrown in his face by whatever girl is he was chatting to

they’d been there every time he dogs out in front of everyone when you visit him on base. watching your eyes well up when your son tells you that he doesn’t like your new haircut or dress, that you’re too old to wear stuff like that

simon tried not to judge, appearances can be deceiving. perhaps you’re not all smiles and baked goods, maybe you’re an awful mother behind the scenes. he really tried. until he found out the real reason your son treats you like shit…

“she made my dad leave. he told me after they divorced that she wasn’t giving him what he needed, that’s why he had to go and get it somewhere else.” your son finally admitted one night after going through half case of beer

simon felt his hand tighten around his bottle as your son continued to ramble about how you were always busy with shit jobs. waitressing, cleaning or retail. he spent most of his childhood never getting all the latest toys and clothes because you could never afford it, too busy catching up on late bills to make sure there was a roof over both of your heads

“she’s so selfish.”

‘fuck being non-judgmental’ simon thinks. this kid doesn’t know how lucky he is. having a such a lovely mum like you, never losing your patience with your son even when he treats you like dirt. always trying to greet him with a hug or kiss just for him to push you away. begging him to call when he’s away just so you can know your boy is safe :(

“sounds like your mad at your mum for being the one that stuck around, lad.” price buts in, shaking his head with a small laugh.

you had been a topic of discussion the night after your first visit to the base. the product of a few glasses of bourbon shared between simon and john

“did you see the new recruits mother? fuckin’ hell, if I were 10 years younger I’d be all over that.” price admitted, adjusting his hips as he leaned back in his desk chair. simon let out a small grunt of agreement, having thought about this since he first laid eyes on you

simon had come to the conclusion that you both just needed a good man in your life. your son needed a father figure that would actually stick around, he could tell by the way your son looks up to him and the captain, eager to impress them

and you. oh, you. with your sweet, simple dresses and adoring smile. simon wishes you’d smile at him like that. all that cooking that your son lets go to waste could go to him instead. you could cook his favourite dinners for him and take care of his house whilst he’s away at work, whipping the boy into shape. teaching him every thing that your sack of shit ex-husband clearly didn’t

he’d be so good to you too. he knows it’s been a while since you’ve had a man to take care of your needs. he sees the way you nearly drool as you watch him running laps around the field, tatted arms on display. he’d spit you open so nicely on his cock and he knows you’d take him so well too, your pretty cunt would he creaming all over him

he soon takes advantage of this knowledge, subtly convincing your son to invite him over to your home on leave. dropping some story about how his flat is getting some work done and that he only lives 20 minutes from you both. your son was quick to offer the lieutenant a place to stay, telling him that he could take your room. that you could sleep on the couch for a couple weeks.

‘we’ll share the bed.’ simon thinks, but he doesn’t dare say it to your sons face. can’t have this little brat meddling with his plan

his arrival is clearly a surprise to you from the way you rush about shortly afterwards to start scrubbing the house top to bottom, rattling off apologies about the state of everything. simon quickly shuts down any offer of him taking your bedroom

“keep your bed, love. I’ll take the sofa.” he grumbles, sipping the tea that you made for him whilst your son rolls his eyes from the other side of the kitchen

he can see the way your eyes look at him with this longing. he knows it won’t take much to get you into bed. poor thing that hasn’t had anyone to look after her for years

he spends the next few days proving to you that he can provide. helping you carry anything heavy, drying the dishes after you’ve watched them, fixing the handy jobs around the house

you’re constantly praising him, focusing your love and attention towards him instead of your ungrateful son and the boy hates it. which is just the cherry on top, simon thinks

“your mother is so lucky to have a son like you. you must help her around the house all the time!” you coo, fidgeting with your skirt

“my mum passed away… jus’ me left out of the whole family.” simon admits, solemnly

“you poor thing, I’m so sorry. you’re welcome here anytime…” you gasp softly, placing your delicate hand on his arm and squeezing the muscle of his bicep gently and simon is ashamed to say it made his cock twitch against his thigh

“thank you, sweetheart… such a lovely girl, aren’t you?” he smiles behind his mask, reaching over and wrapping his arm around your waist. he pulls you against him, putting one hand over your mouth to keep you quiet as he hoists you up onto the kitchen counter

he squeezes his large frame inbetween your spread legs, leaning forward to look into your widened eyes

“been so good to me, love. taking care of me. such a good mum to your son, ya just need a good man to be a wife to, don’t you?” he says, pushing your skirt up your lap and revealing your thighs to him

he feels your thighs squeeze his waist, an aroused reaction from you. your body slumps into his with a natural submission that makes his cock ache. he lowers his hand and hooks his mask over his nose, revealing the scar running over his lip

“s’alright, darling. ‘m here to look after you now. me, you and the boy will be a nice happy family, yeah?” he says with a small smirk. leaning forward to mould his lips against yours before you can answer

he hears the little whimper you let out as you kiss him back, a little sloppy and inexperienced from years of being single, too busy with your son and work to date

but that’s okay because simon’s here now. ready to claim his family.

#mw2 #cod mw2 #ghost #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost simon riley

[a-hazbin-reader]

A reader who loves singing? Does Alator let her sing his radio show?

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: Alastor being petty, Alastor eating people, Vox being bullied

Description: ☝️⬆️

Alastor loves having an wife who can sing, any talent of yours he celebrates but singing especially is his favorite

Alastor is the type of husband to brag to a room of strangers about how good his wife sings

Even the other overlords are SICK of hearing about you and your beautiful, heavenly, mesmerizing voice

Except maybe Zestial and Rosie, the two of them actually genuinely interested in hearing you sing

Alastor is absolutely embarrassing to take anywhere that there is a live band/music

Mocks any other singer on stage just to get a reaction out of people so he can get you up there instead

He loves your voice best 👌

"They're a fine singer, sure, I'm only saying that I've heard better~"

Not him throwing you on stage

Is your biggest fan, making sure everyone claps and cheers for you because he will eat them if they don't

You're going to be blushing the entire time on stage because he's going to be giving you the most sinful look while you sing

Even if he doesn't necessarily like the song you're singing, Alastor is content to just admire your vocal talent

He won't let anybody try to make deals or contracts with you over your voice, usually just giving people a terrifying grin as he pulls you close

Vox has asked you a few times to perform for his show, but Alastor is proud to say that his wife has better taste than that

He also exaggerates the story of how you turned him down, claiming you kicked Vox in the groin and shattered his screen

"Alastor! That's not how that happened-"

"No? Funny, that's how I remember it~"

And he usually does something funny to get back at Vox for even trying

In Alastor's opinion, there are only two ways to enjoy your voice

Either in person or on his radio show

Putting you on TV would only dull your natural sparkle and talent, take away how special it is to really listen to you

That's his opinion anyway

Will ask you to sing at the hotel instead, but really what he's asking is if you'll sing for him

Because if you perform at the hotel then he's not missing a single moment of it, each performance from you is a gift

Will have brief intermissions in his broadcast so that you can sing to all his listeners

Treats you as the Lilith figure for his show, believing that your singing does have some power to it but also just so he can rub his woman in Lucifer's face

"Seems as if her majesty wasn't the only one with a pretty voice~ Aren't we all so lucky to have Y/N~?"

Alastor, maybe don't piss off Lucifer by shit talking the mother of his child?

He'll play piano as long as you promise to sing, the two of you would have the BEST DUETS

If you sing him a love song, then he can't resist singing along with you and pulling you in for a dance

"You should serenade me more often, my dear~ I think I deserve such a treat from you every now and then~"

"You ate like six people today, I think you should think again."

Little nose boop for your husband

Not him biting your finger playfully as you go to pull it away

"You two are so fucking sweet it's making me sick, I'm outta here."

Sorry Angel

Sometimes he hums along with you if you're singing while you're working, content to harmonize with you

Lowkey gets jealous when other people sing with you but gets irritated if someone who can't sing tries to sing with you

He has gone so far as to threaten them for singing badly and ruining your song

"If you're going to open your mouth, it would do you well to mind the shit that comes out of it."

"Alastor!!"

If you ask him for it, Alastor will pull all the strings he can to get you a place just for you to sing

It'll be his shrine to your voice

No Mimzy, you can't borrow Y/N for your own business

Only people with refined tastes such as his own will be allowed in, Alastor makes sure it's the proper clientele

Oh and Husk will be the bartender

"You MOTHERFUCKER!"

Alastor likes taking your voice to it's limits, likes hearing all the different sounds you can make

And that includes in bed

Even if you sing a wrong note or mess up, he'll call it an artistic choice and praise you

He still cuts in on just about every song you sing because he can't help himself, music and Y/N? It's Alastor bait

Plus, the two of you get to show off together, compliment each other, and make everyone green with envy

Y'all are just too fucking cute

It's a dream come true for Alastor to have a wife who can sing

Oops! This became another Wife!Reader one...sorry... 🫡

#hazbin hotel x reader #alastor hazbin hotel x reader #alastor hazbin x reader #alastor x reader #hazbin x reader

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Memories

Summary: What happens when your husband, Dieter, forgets who you are?

Warnings: 18+ minors get outta here! Cursing, fluff, smut, feel good, oral(f receiving), fingering(f receiving), probably not like realistic medical knowledge but it’s fiction 🤷‍♀️

A/N: Thank you so much @papipascalispunk for editing. @jay-zzle for the idea AND the mood board 😍❤️ I really liked writing this and had a lot of fun with it. Hope y’all like it! @schnarfer(it's here!)

Masterlist

“Wait, who said we can’t have fruit bars anymore?” you ask, turning from the pantry to look at your seven year old daughter, Luna, sitting at the kitchen island.

“Daddy,” Luna states matter of factly, “He said that it’s fake food and we should only eat organic stuff.”

“Yeah, we need organic food,” your son Leo pipes in from the seat next to her. At three years old, he is currently in the copy everything big sister says or does phase.

“So, what do you want as a snack in your lunch box then?” you ask, raising your eyebrows, waiting for an answer.

“Uhhh… banana?” Luna shrugs, “Daddy wasn’t very specific on what I should eat instead.”

“Okay but get your breakfast eaten before your cereal gets soggy,” you say, pointing at both before starting on the dishes.

Of course Dieter would be the one to tell the kids not to eat certain foods. The man scolds you every time he sees your Bluetooth headphones – droning on and on about the effects it’ll have on your brain waves and how it’s going to damage your mind. Your relationship with Dieter was a bit of a chaotic whirlwind, meeting randomly on the set of one of the movies he starred in, one your friend was working on the set of.

“Well, hello there,” Dieter had said, standing next to you by the craft table. “Do you believe in love at first sight?”

“Excuse me?” you asked, looking around to see who he was actually talking to.

“Or should I walk by again?” he said with a smile.

“Is that how you get all the girls?” you asked, picking up a piece of cheese and pointing it at him, “Because that shit was pretty cheesy if you ask me.”

“No, trying something new,” Dieter said, cracking up into a giant fit of laughter. “Sorry, sorry. That– yeah, that was pretty good.”

“Bravo needed on set!” someone with a headset shouted in the distance, frantically waving at him.

“Guess that’s my cue,” he sighed, “Hope to see you ar– wait, what’s your name?”

You introduce yourself and he takes your hand, kissing the back of it.

“Pleased to meet you,” he said, repeating your name and winking, “Hope to see you around.”

That was the conversation that started it all nearly eight years ago. Within the first year of knowing Dieter, you were married and pregnant – and no – it wasn’t a shotgun wedding, as much as the tabloids tried to pin it as one.

“Dieter Bravo and Mystery Woman Seen Leaving Las Vegas Wedding Chapel”

“Dieter Bravo Expecting First Child with New Wife – Shotgun Wedding?”

“How Long Before Dieter Bravo Gets His First Divorce?”

You both just knew you were meant to be together. With the birth of Luna, he had sobered up completely. These days he hardly even drinks beer. It’s weird in a way, that he’s changed so much from who you first met, but still the same Dieter in every other aspect. Wild, spontaneous, creative, romantic, chaotic at times, and so loving.

–

“Good morning, my babies,” Dieter says, waltzing into the kitchen, giving each of his kids a kiss on the top of their heads.

“Hi, Daddy,” Luna and Leo exclaim.

“Hello, my love,” Dieter smiles, wrapping his arms around your waist giving you a sloppy smooch on the cheek.

“Ew,” Luna shouts, making gagging noises.

“Yeah, what Luna said!” Leo says, copying his older sister with fake gagging.

“Stop with the fake gagging,” he replies, looking at them, “You’ll make mommy sick.”

“Hi, babe,” you laugh, “Someone’s in a good mood this morning.”

“I want to start doing my own stunts like Tom Cruise,” Dieter explains excitedly, “And I think I’m going to crush it today! I’m supposed to scale a building, don’t worry, everything is going to be totally safe.”

“Seriously, Dieter?” you sigh, “You may say that it’s safe but I’m still going to worry – please be safe.”

Dieter gasps, putting his hand to his chest as if he were clutching a set of pearls. “Babies, I don’t think mommy trusts daddy!”

“Momma,” Leo laughs, perching up on the chair more, “Daddy be fine!”

“Yeah, momma,” Dieter says with a grin, “Daddy be fine.”

“Yeah, okay,” you say, snorting and shaking your head, looking at your watch you realize you’re going to be cutting it close in getting Luna to school on time. “Shit!”

“Mommy,” Luna scolds, “You shouldn’t say bad words like that!”

“Luna, hurry up with your cereal or else you’re going to be late for school again,” you say as you turn to Dieter who is rummaging in the fridge for his own breakfast. “What time do you have to be on set?”

“In about an hour, get her to school. My favorite son and I will be fine here at home. If need be, I’ll tell the director that I’m going to be late. Family first,” he says, “Not like they’d fire me at this point. I’m the entire reason people are going to want to see this movie.”

“I love you so much,” you say, giving him a kiss before ushering Luna out the door.

“Love you too, baby!” Dieter shouts.

–

“I’m back,” you announce from the front door.

“That didn’t take as long as I expected,” Dieter chuckles, “I gotta get headed to the studio though.” He scoops Leo up into a tight hug, “We'll play superhero when I get back home, okay?”

“Otay,” Leo says, pouting.

“Poor baby,” Dieter coos and glances up at you with a smirk, “You sure you don’t want another one?”

“Dieter,” you say, wrapping your arms around his neck, “We’ve talked about this. If it feels right, then maybe, but right now? No.”

“Fine,” Dieter groans, “But the moment you think it feels right, tell me?”

“Promise,” you smirk.

Dieter tells Leo goodbye with the promise of playing superheroes when he gets back home. Your mind begins to wander back to Dieter’s question about another baby as you go about your chores. You start smiling thinking back to when you first decided to start trying for a baby –  lying in bed together shortly after getting married.

“How many kids do you want?” Dieter asked, playing with the wedding band on your finger.

“I’d always imagined three honestly,” you smiled, “Why?”

“I want whatever you want,” he grinned, slotting himself between your legs again. “But if you wanted at least one I wouldn’t mind trying now.”

“D, we just got married a month ago,” you said, shaking your head, “Is that the only reason you married me? To have a baby?”

“Of course not, baby,” Dieter said, linking his fingers with yours and pinning them above your head, “I just know I really, really want them with you.”

“Oh yeah?” you whispered, tilting your head up to capture his lips. He moaned into your mouth, slowly grinding his stiffness against you.

“Yes,” he panted, breaking the kiss.

“Let’s do it then,” you said, nipping his bottom lip, “Fuck a baby into me, Dieter.”

“Fuck yeah, baby,” he groaned.

“Momma!” Leo shouts, pulling you from your thoughts, “Your phone.”

You had been so deep in the memory you didn’t even notice your phone ringing. It’s just Dieter, probably checking in to see how your day is going. He tends to do that while he’s on breaks at work.

“Well, hello, Tom Cruise,” you answer, giggling – except it isn’t Dieter on the other end. 

Instead, you hear his assistant, Andy, saying your name before, “Dieter’s been in an accident. I’m almost to your house, I’ll watch Leo so you can go to Cedars-Sinai medical,” quickly spills out of his mouth, “It’s not good.”

–

It’s been two weeks that you’ve sat beside his bed in this damn hospital, waiting for him to wake up. The doctors are all hopeful that he’ll wake up at any minute, but it’s been two days since he’s been off the ventilator, and nothing has happened yet. The kids keep asking where their dad is, and you don’t have any other answer than he’s sick. 

“Dieter,” you beg, holding onto his hand, “Babe, please wake up. We need you. Luna and Leo miss you – I miss you. Please just wake up.”

The nurse comes in to check Dieter’s vitals for the third time today. Since she’s keeping him company, you decide to head to the cafeteria to get some food, grabbing something simple before heading back to Dieter’s room. When you return, you notice a flurry of activity.

“Mr. Bravo, can you tell me what year it is?” a doctor asks, shining a small flashlight in his eyes.

“Of course I can, dumbass! It’s 2016,” Dieter snaps. “Now will you stop shining that light in my eye?”

“What’s going on?” you ask hesitantly.

“He woke up while you went to get food,” a nurse explains, “We’re trying to make sure mentally he’s with us.”

“Oh, for fuck sake!” Dieter cries out, “I’m fine, never felt better! There, she must be my new assistant.”

All eyes turn to you. This was a possibility the doctor had talked about before – temporary amnesia. Hopefully that’s all it is. The doctor motions you to follow him out of the room.

“He seems to have hit his head harder than we thought. In all honesty, I would try to play pretend with him for a little bit. Try thinking of things that might remind him of who he actually is today,” the doctor suggests. “I’m so sorry Mrs. Bravo.”

Dieter is having a conniption in the room while nurses are trying to calm him down. As you step back in, you see your husband frantically disconnecting and throwing the wires off of his body and onto the floor. 

“Where the fuck is my assistant?” Dieter yells.

“Dieter, D, baby – Mr. Bravo!” you shout and Dieter immediately freezes, eyes wide as saucers. “You need to calm down before you hurt yourself.”

“What happened?” Dieter asks, looking around at everyone.

“We’ll give you guys some space,” a nurse says quietly while ushering the others out of the room. You grab the chair next to his bed and sit down, reaching for his hand but stopping yourself as you notice your ring. Right now, this isn’t your husband. This is Dieter Bravo who believes it’s the year 2016.

“You were in an accident, you hit your head pretty good,” you start explaining to him, “You’ve been in a coma for two weeks now.”

“So, who are you?” he asks, looking you up and down with a raised eyebrow. “I knew my team wanted to hire me a new assistant since things didn’t work out with the last one – didn’t realize they’d pick someone so hot. Would you wanna have sex with me?”

“Dieter, I don’t think you’re cleared for those types of activities,” you chuckle, “I’m here for whatever you might need though.”

“Can you get me my phone?” he asks with those puppy-dog eyes he does best.

“Sure,” you reach for your purse digging around and find his phone, handing it over to him. “The passcode is 332016”

“The fuck? Why would I change it from the classic 42069?” he asks, looking at you with confusion.

“It’s uh… an important day to you,” you say, looking away, not wanting him to see the tears forming in your eyes. The day you met. 

“So, did I have an accident on set?”

“Yeah, you were scaling a building and the cable holding you snapped. You fell a good distance and smacked your head on the ground.”

“Wait,” Dieter says looking at his phone calendar, pointing it towards you, “Why does this say it’s 2024?”

“Because it’s not 2016,” you shrug, “It’s 2024.”

“How long have I been in a fucking coma?” Dieter asks, starting to panic again, frantically searching through the contacts in his phone, “Why can’t I find my dealer's number? I need coke. Wait, you’re my fucking assistant – go get me coke!”

“You’ve only been in a coma for two weeks and the only coke I’ll get you is Coca Cola,” you say crossing your arms, “I won’t let you have drugs in m– the house, Dieter.”

“Wait, my assistant lives with me?” he gasps, “You’re just supposed to come when I call you.”

“Different kind of assistant here.”

“Wait, I can’t have you in my house! I see that ring on your finger – I don’t want to get in between a marriage,” Dieter says, pointing at your left hand.

“It’s– it’s complicated right now,” you shrug.

“Fine, stay in my house, but stay out of my way,” Dieter sighs in frustration.

This is going to be a lot harder than you thought. He doesn’t remember who you are to him. He doesn’t remember getting clean when he married you. He doesn’t remember anything. Going home that night doesn’t help either because Luna wants to know what’s going on with her dad.

“Andy said that daddy woke up!” Luna says vibrating with excitement, “How come he’s not home?

“I had to leave him at the hospital because he’s still sick, honey.” You sit down on the plush couch in the living room, “Come here. I wanna talk to you about something.”

“Okay,” Luna hesitantly says, coming to sit next to you.

“Daddy is still sick. He looks fine but his brain is sick right now.”

“What’s that mean?” she questions, looking at you with the same eyes as her father.

“He doesn’t remember some stuff about his life right now,” you continue, “But we are gonna try to help him get it back. We have to think of the best memories we have with daddy so that maybe he’ll remember better.”

“So, we have to fix daddy?” she asks with tears in her eyes as you grab her into a hug, stroking her hair.

“Yeah, sweet girl, we have to fix daddy,” you say, trying not to cry yourself.

–

What was supposed to only be a few days turned into a week at the hospital. A week of playing Dieter’s assistant and having him boss you around. He was still adamant on getting drugs, but you put your foot down on that one. You weren’t going to let him ruin his seven years of sobriety just because he lost his memory.

“Alright Mr. Bravo looks like you’re all set to leave. Just need you to sign a couple of papers here and then you can be on your way,” the doctor says, handing him the papers.

“Fucking finally,” Dieter groans, “Not that this isn’t a wonderful hospital, but I’d much rather be home.”

“Of course,” the doctor says.

“Will you go ahead and bring the car around? I’d rather not walk too much considering my condition,” Dieter asks, looking at you.

“Of course, D– Mr. Bravo,” you grit through your teeth with the most customer service smile you can muster. That was a new development, Dieter wanting you only to refer to him as Mr. Bravo. You rush out of the room so that it doesn’t blow up into another argument. He’s already tried to fire you twice because of the no drugs thing. You had to make up some story of how you’re in a five-year contract that cannot be broken and tell him three times before he finally bought the story.

Pulling the car around to the front of the hospital, you see him being wheeled out.

“Thank you again so much for taking care of me,” he says, winking at the nurse, “Best care I’ve ever received!”

“No problem at all, Dieter,” she giggles. 

“Could I possibly get your number?” Dieter asks, looking expectantly at the nurse after getting settled into the passenger seat of the car. She shakes her head violently.

“No, sorry,” she says before running off wheeling the wheelchair back into the building.

“Well, that was fucking weird,” Dieter says, looking at you. “Did I do something wrong? Most women don’t literally run from me like that.”

“No, Mr. Bravo, you didn’t do anything wrong,” you growl, “Nothing at all.”

You begin to play a song you hope might bring back some sort of memory of you. With all the hope you can muster you hit play and hear Clint Eastwood by Gorillaz, one of the songs you guys would listen to while you got high together. Dieter starts to chuckle listening to the song.

“What?” you snap at him.

“It’s just this song,” Dieter said grinning, “It reminds me of someone.”

“Oh?” you ask, trying not to pry too much hoping he’ll just continue talking.

“Yeah, I can’t remember what her name is, though. Good lay, that’s for damn sure,” he says, laughing a little, “All I remember is she wasn’t even in the business, she’d call me out on all my shit, and we would smoke weed together listening to this song a lot. I think that’s why I liked her. Wonder what she’s up to these days?”

“Oh um… who knows, maybe she’s still in town?” Your heart swells realizing he’s talking about you, that he remembers some remnants of you. 

“No way!” Dieter says and sighs, “Way too fucking good for someone like me anyways. Probably found some nice guy, got married, has kids, the whole white picket fence shit and everything. She was way out of my league.”

Pulling up to the house you don’t even know what to say to him. He looks almost defeated in a way and then looks confused when he sees the front door opening.

“Oh no,” you whisper, watching Luna run to the car, “Dieter, wait here. Do not move!”

“Why the fuck are there children at my house?” he asks while you’re getting out, but you shut the door behind you, ignoring him.

“Luna, baby, I need you to go back into the house. Daddy’s sick, remember?” you say, trying to usher her back up the driveway.

“Mommy!” Leo shrieks, running to you.

“Fuck – I mean fudge,” Andy says, frantically running out to the driveway, “I was in the bathroom. She must’ve heard the car, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

“The hell is going on here?” Dieter’s voice booms while getting out of the car, “I asked you why there are kids in my house.”

“Da–” Luna starts, but you cut her off.

“You two, inside. Now,” you say, ushering them towards Andy. Once they’re inside you whip around to look at Dieter standing by the car.

“You,” you snarl, walking towards him, “Screw what the doctor said. I’ve had enough of this shit. I’m not your fucking assistant so stop bossing me around. I’m your wife – those two are our children!”

“Wha–” Dieter stares at you with wide eyes, “D– DNA Test, I want a fucking DNA test!”

“Dieter, there isn’t a need for a DNA test because they’re your kids. I mean, did you even look at them?”

“Those are not my kids, they look Latino,” he argues.

“Dieter!” you yell, “You are Latino.”

“Oh, yeah,” he whispers, looking down. “So, you’re my wife?”

“Yes, Dieter, I’m your wife. I’m the girl that would get high with you listening to Clint Eastwood.”

“Wild,” he says looking at the house, the ground below him, the yard, anywhere but you “Wild.”

–

It’s been a week at home now, but Dieter is trying his hardest to regain his memory after you lay everything out on the table for him. You show him pictures of your Las Vegas wedding, your pregnancy photos, the kids’ births – he finally relents to the truth when you show him their birth certificates with his name listed under Father. Luna has been trying to show him drawings that she’s done for him, but nothing is working. Poor Leo just wants to play superheroes, but at just three years old, he doesn’t understand what’s going on at all.

One night, after you put the kids to bed, Dieter comes to your bedroom.

“What if we had sex?” he suggests.

“Dieter, I don’t know if that would be a good idea,” you groan, flopping onto the bed rubbing your eyes.

“I’m just saying, what if we did?” he shrugs, “Was just a suggestion, but I get it.”

“Come here,” you say, patting the spot next to you in bed. He reluctantly sits down next to you as you open your arms as an invitation. “How about we cuddle?”

He nods, setting his head on your chest. You can tell he didn’t know what to do with his hands because he’s so tense. You grab one of them and push it around your back, hoping he’ll understand your silent suggestion. 

“Like this?” he whispers, carefully adjusting both arms to wrap around you.

“Just like that,” you hum, stroking the curls at the base of his neck, breathing his scent in for the first time in weeks. Clean laundry, a hint of eucalyptus, and something that’s so specifically Dieter.

“I like this,” Dieter purs, rubbing his head against your chest, “I wish so badly I could just remember everything.”

“I know D, I know,” you sigh, continuing to gently stroke his head, “We’ll get there.”

Dieter moves so his head is in the crook of your neck. You feel his lips begin to place soft kisses against your skin.

“Dieter,” you gasp, turning your head to look at him, “What are you doing?”

“I wanna make you feel better,” he says, giving you those puppy dog eyes you can never refuse. “You’ve had to deal with a lot and this is the only way I know how to try and make things right.”

“Okay,” you whisper, nodding your head. As much as you’ve avoided intimacy with Dieter while his memory was gone, he’s still your Dieter and you miss him. 

He starts nipping along your jaw and down your neck. One of his hands moves to your breast gently kneading it. His lips move down your throat to your chest, making his way down to your stomach and pushing your shirt up. He places several kisses around your navel down to the top of your underwear, looking up at you again for confirmation. “It’s okay,” you nod, giving him the go ahead. He peels them off your hips and down your legs, throwing them to the floor.

Without warning he flattens his tongue, licking a stripe up your seam. Working his tongue against your clit and back down to your entrance. Up and down, up and down.

“Fuck, baby, I’ve missed this,” you cry out, running your fingers through his hair, “Feels so fucking good!”

Dieter starts humming, loving the praise you were giving him. His tongue continues circling your bundle of nerves, hoping to hear more words of praise.

“Taste so fucking good,” he says breaking away, “Best pussy I’ve ever had.”

You grip his hair tightly and shove his face back to your core. It’s almost embarrassing how quickly you can feel your orgasm approaching.

“Please don’t stop,” you moan, “I’m so fucking close!”

Dieter doubles down his efforts after hearing those words. He’s determined to get you off now. One of his hands makes its way to your center, teasing your entrance before plunging two of his thick fingers inside, curling them up to hit that spot only he’s ever been able to reach.

“Oh, fuck,” you cry out, back arching, “Y– yes, just like that!”

He starts grunting, rutting into the mattress, so badly needing to make you come. He knows you’re close, listening to your breathing and hearing the pitch of your moans. 

“D,” you moan, while he grabs your thighs, pulling you unbelievably closer to his face to completely devour you before sliding his fingers back into you. “I’m gonna come!”

“Give it to me, baby, come on,” he says, pulling away panting before diving back in for more, “I need it”. He feels the way your legs begin to shake, your walls fluttering around his fingers.

“Fuck,” you hiss, head thrown back against the pillow closing your eyes, “I– I’m gonna… god.”

Dieter feels your walls constrict around his fingers and hums, collecting your release slowly. He takes his time licking you clean before you push him away, feeling overly sensitive. When you finally open your eyes to look at him, you notice his smile and a glint in his eyes. He crawls back up the length of your body and you grab his face, kissing him deeply tasting yourself on his tongue.

“I can’t believe you married me,” he says, breaking the kiss and wrapping his arms around you again, “Love me forever?”

“Dieter, I’m pretty sure I’ve already proven that I’ll love you forever,” you softly chuckle, beginning to stroke his back.

–

The doctor keeps saying to just be patient, that it’s going to take time for Dieter’s memory to return. But it feels like it’s been forever as another week passes. Everyone is getting frustrated, especially Leo.

“Why is daddy broke?” Leo screams at the top of his lungs, “He no play with me!”

“Leo, Daddy just doesn’t feel good,” you try to explain.

“He no like me!” Leo wails, “He only likes Luna.”

“Leo, daddy does too like you,” you try telling him, “He loves you very much.” 

“No,” Leo cries as you scoop him up as he buries his face into your shoulder.

“Shh, it’s okay, baby. It’s okay,” you soothe.

It wasn’t that Dieter wasn’t trying with the kids, he just didn’t know how. His dad instincts hadn’t been brought back full-force. He was great with Luna –  engaged in conversation with her, drew pictures with her, watched her put on fashion shows. With Leo though, he didn’t know how to interact with a toddler. Leo would get upset and Dieter didn’t know what to do besides call you for help. Before Dieter’s accident Leo was his little buddy, followed him everywhere, would play with him for hours being superheroes or whatever Leo decided on that day.

You were able to get Leo to calm down and because of his tantrum he wound up falling asleep. After putting him in his bed for a nap you went to search for Dieter.

“Hey,” you sigh, seeing him standing by the window looking into the backyard.

“Hey,” he says sniffling, wiping his sleeve against his nose, “I’m so sorry.”

“Dieter, I’m not the one you should be saying sorry to. Leo misses you! I know that you’re trying, I do, but I need you to try harder for him,” you sigh, “I can’t pretend that I even know what you’re going through, but our baby boy is hurting because he misses his dad!”

“I know,” Dieter says turning around, you could now see the tears falling down his face, “It’s just… he scares me! It’s easier with Luna because I can understand every word she says, she can show me things, she doesn’t throw a tantrum every five minutes.”

“Dieter, he’s your son! Not some little monster to be scared of! He’s three and doesn’t know any better,” you scold him, “Like I said, I just need you to try.”

“Okay,” Dieter agrees, wiping the tears off his face, “When he wakes up from his nap, I’ll try.”

Dieter could hear Leo awake in his room as he slowly made his way there.

“Dad-Bomb an’ dude-bomb! To rescue!” Leo says, jumping off his bed with a cape around his shoulders. Dieter stands in the doorway observing him. Why did that sound so familiar? Dad-Bomb.

“Hey Leo,” Dieter says cautiously, “What are you playing?”

“Superhero,” Leo smiles, “Want to play with me?”

“Can I?” Dieter exclaims, “I’ve always wanted to be a superhero!”

“Yeah!” Leo shouts, running to his closet to grab something. He comes back out with a big purple cape with D-B on the back, handing it to Dieter. “Put on your cape.”

Dieter pulls the cape around his neck, tying it so it wouldn’t fall off. He notices Leo’s little green cape he was wearing also had D-B on the back.

“Do we have names, Leo?” Dieter asks, “I can’t help but see we have stuff on the back of our super-awesome capes!”

“I’m Dude-Bomb, you’re Dad-Bomb!” Leo gleefully exclaims 

“Dad-Bomb?”

“Yeah, like ‘da-bomb’ –  means super cool,” Leo giggles.This was starting to feel extremely familiar to Dieter. 

Leo scampers off to his closet again, rummaging through it trying to find something. He comes back holding a piece of paper and hands it to Dieter. Dieter holds it up, staring at it. His drawing of Dad-Bomb and Dude-Bomb, fighting crime together, and it all comes rushing back.

“Oh my god, Leo,” Dieter yells.

He picks Leo up, swinging him around. Hearing the commotion, you start running towards Leo’s room fearing the worst. Rounding the corner into the room, you saw Dieter crying, hugging Leo tightly and swinging him back and forth.

“Dad-Bomb and Dude-Bomb!” Dieter exclaims, grinning from ear to ear.

“Yeah, that’s you an’ me!” Leo announces proudly.

“Everything okay?” you ask quietly, looking at both of them.

“Yeah. March 3, 2016 – that’s the day I met you,” Dieter says, tears rolling down his face.

“Oh my god,” you gasped, “Baby.”

“Yeah, baby. It’s all back,” he says, setting Leo back down and rushing to grab you in a tight embrace, “I’m back.”

#fanfic writing #fanfiction #dieter bravo fan fiction #dieter bravo #pedro pascal characters #dieter x reader #dieter bravo smut #dieter bravo x female reader #pedro pascal character smut #fluff #pedro pascal fanfiction

[simp-for-fictional-hotties]

Hello, I hope this finds you well, may I ask for a Lucifer x reader where they recently got married and are at a performance and an assassin tries to shot reader but failed?

Writing One shot: Lucifer Morningstar ★

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⋆ ★ Character: Lucifer Morningstar

⋆ ★ Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

⋆ ★ Plot: Lucifer x Reader, Recently got married and are at a performance and a assassin tries to shoot the reader but fails.

⋆ ★ Request: @myluckymoon

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✦ You had recently got married to the king of hell. Something you never thought would happen. When you first met him, you thought he’d be the cruelest person in hell.

✦ But you judged a book by its cover and got hit in the face with reality. Lucifer was the silliest yet caring guy you met. That first interaction turned into a second, then a third.

✦ You would think he’s the best person in hell and he clearly thought the same when he got down on one knee and proposed.

✦ You almost thought he would give you a duck shaped ring, but it was a red Diamond ring, only the box he proposed with was duck shaped.

✦ Everyone in hell knows of the proposal. Reaching the ears of many people.

✦ After you both got married, Lucifer wanted to celebrate by going to a performance in the grand theater you had first met him in.

✦ “After you, my love” he opens the door for you, smiling lovingly at you still in a happy love fever after just having the wedding with you.

✦ “Thank you, Luci” You smile back, just as happy as he is. Once inside you both loop arms together and walk to the VIP section that had the best seats.

✦ Soon, the curtains raise and the show begins.

✦ “Aw, It’s the performance that was playing when we first met…” You smile at how endearing this was of your husband.

✦ “Of course, I’d never forget the day when we first met, how you had told me if I was into ducks! Haha!” Lucifer had teasingly reminded.

✦ You get a little flustered at the reminder, you had blurted out your dumb thoughts when you first saw him enthusiastically talked about ducks before the performance started.

✦ “Oh shut up, that never happened” You dismiss causing him to laugh more. Both you and Lucifer’s hands interlock on the seat. Both your rings clinking against each other.

✦ After a few minutes, your attention was on the stage down below. Unaware of your surroundings, unaware of a shark like Sinner in a coat who had a gun pointing at your head from afar.

✦ You pay attention to the performance, ignorant of the sound of a gun clinking, being loaded up.

✦ Bang!

✦ You jump and gasp. The performance keeps going but the audience jumps from the sound as well.

✦ You feel something behind you head, something that trailed down to your neck and back.

✦ “Luci…?” You question. It was Lucifer’s wings that were shielding you from behind. Both soft yet strong.

✦ Strong enough to shield bullets.

✦ “Shit!” The shark Sinner cursed, knowing he fucked up.

✦ “Y/n…” Lucifer stands up, his voice a tone lower than you were used to. A serious expression on his face.

✦ “Are you okay?”

✦ You nod, confused and shocked at the sudden turn of events. “Y-Yes..”

✦ Lucifer turns his attention to the Assassin that looked as if he regretted his stupid decision.

✦ “You try to kill, MY Partner…In my presence…on OUR date!?” His voice slowly turned more Demonic. Pissed that someone tried to shoot the love of his life, and angry that he also ruined their date.

✦ “Fuck! I’m outta here!” The assassin tries to escape, running out of the theater. Lucifer’s angry and cold expression turns into a gentle smile when he turns to you.

✦ “I’m going to deal with a little problem my love and come right back, you stay here okay?” You nod slowly as he gives you a small kiss on the cheek.

✦ “don’t have too much fun without me, I’ll be back in a few minutes!” He flies out of the theater in a blink of an eye. Causing you to sit there alone to just process what just happened. This was your first assassination attempt after all.

✦ Like the saying, the show must go on, the performance continues to play as the audience slowly reverts back to normal and enjoy the show. You sit there, waiting for your husband to return. You look around your surroundings every few moments just in case.

✦ Five minutes go by and Lucifer calmly walks back in, dusting his shoulders off and sitting back down next to you with his usual little smile.

✦ “I hope I didn’t miss too much, dear” he places his hand on yours once again.

✦ You smile back at him, much more calmer now.

✦ “Not too much, It only just began after all” you rest your head on his shoulder. You both look to the stage and continue to watch the performance. You interlock fingers with him and sit contently.

✦ You decide to ignore the small bits of blood on the ends of his sleeves.

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One shot: End.

#Hope you like! #hazbin hotel #hazbin lucifer #reader #writer #writing #x reader #request #requests open #Assassination attempt #fanfic #fanfiction #Lucifer Morningstar #Lucifer #Married #not proof read

[astaraels]

so I know I'm in the no galladads side of the fandom but hear me out on this one—

so it's maybe five years after the end of the show, Ian and Mickey are still going with their security business, maybe they've even branched out and hired some extra help, making good money, swapped out the stolen ambulance for actual SUVs that Debbie has fixed up for them, and they've maybe even bought a house back on the South Side with a dog and a cat and they're close to all of Ian's siblings (Debbie and Carl and Liam all still live in the old Gallagher house, Lip and Tammi are a few blocks over)

and one day they're on a lunch break together, leaving some diner when some rando kid bumps into Ian, turns out it was a pickpocket, and Mickey takes off after the jerk who tried to steal from his husband (he may not be a South Side thug anymore but like hell is he gonna let that shit slide)

he knocks the pickpocket over and it's some kid, like thirteen or fourteen with bright pink streaks in her dark hair and fierce brown eyes, and Mickey is like wtf kid do you wanna die

and the kid is like oh fuck you, very much an angry kitten type because she's definitely a scrawny thing—by this time Ian's caught up to them and his bleeding heart is like look if you give me my wallet back I'll buy you lunch (Mickey complains that "we just ate, Gallagher" but Ian insists)

so they either go back to the diner or find some McDonald's and this kid practically inhales some burgers and fries, and both Mickey and Ian know the look of a kid on the streets, but she's giving off those vibes that say don't touch me don't talk to me don't fucking perceive me

but Ian probably sees something like Mickey, and Mandy, in this girl and we all know he wants to help people, so he asks her if she's okay or if she needs anything, and even though he can feel Mickey starting to grumble next to him Ian still offers her their couch to crash on after she mentions getting kicked out of a salvation army shelter because they found out she was trans

and after some very intense eye to eye communication between the husband Mickey's like okay yeah fine but if one thing is outta place in the house then we're gonna have words

and the girl—they find out her name is Starr, or something like that—is like wtf why are you people being nice (they understand the suspicion, obvs, they aren't stupid), and Ian's like uhhhh we're gay and we've gone through some shit of our own so maybe we just wanna help?? (although he does notice she relaxes a little bit when he tells her that they're gay)

so they drive back home and Starr is absolutely enamored by the gallapets (a beautiful fluffy black cat and a big pittie mix, both of these animals are Ian and Mickey's baby girls), while Ian fixes up the spare bedroom with fresh sheets—usually it's where Franny or Fred stay when they come for weekend visits

and at first Starr is like okay yeah I'll stay one night but then I gotta go, and somehow it ends up that one night turns into two, then Ian and Mickey come home one afternoon and the house looks amazing because Starr is like "yeah your place was a fucking mess so I figured I'd clean" because she's not a freeloader gdi

and before they know it she's been there for a few weeks and Ian's trying to help get her back in school, because one night they were sitting around and talking and she offhandedly said that she does kinda miss school but the last place she went they were assholes about her transition, and Mickey is like just do that homeschooling course thing that maybe Tammi talked about one of her bougie friends doing for their kids

and then it's been a month or two and they bring Starr to a Gallagher family get together—Debbie hosts the family at the house at least twice a month, but everyone's been super busy lately so it's been a while since the last family dinner—and Debs gives Starr a hug and is like "oh so you're the kid my brothers adopted" (she and Sandy worked things out btw and have been back together for a while now, they've even maybe talked about getting married)

and Starr is like oh no I'm just crashing for a bit but by this point Ian has already got her the homeschooling correspondence courses, and Mickey's taken her to find a doctor who can prescribe her HRT ("it was on our route anyway, fuck off, Gallagher") and their pets adore her—Ian jokes that their cat is the one who actually adopted Starr, they just went along with it

and basically I just love the idea of them taking care of a young queer girl, and being like the cool gay uncles, and yeah :')

#gallavich #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #shameless #maybe I'll put this on a to write list <3 #galladads #starr verse

[celtic-crossbow]

Hi there! I really * love * your writing and would like to request a Daryl x fem!reader story.

Set in 10x11, reader takes care of Daryl after he returns from his fight with Alpha. The reader treats the wounds (leg, face, bruises). They also might talk about Carol's odd behavior and are worried about her.

Then it's about getting ready to fight the herd and the Whisperers, not knowing if they'll survive the night. They probably also have a daughter and they're worried about her, Judith' and RJ's safety.

There could be fluff, a spark of hope or even smut (carefully because of his injuries, of course) or anything like that.

I would love to read that 😊 xx

I am the Mess You Chose

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Setting: Hilltop (Whisperers Era)

Warnings: Injuries; Medical treatment

A/N: I really tried with this, Anon. I hope I did okay. I think it went more angsty than I had intended. Still, I hope you enjoy. I also really love Daryl giving the reader the nickname Pip, short for pipsqueak. It just resonates with me, so I hope my little bit of self indulgence is okay.

You were speaking with Luke and Yumiko when you heard the familiar rumble of Daryl’s bike, turning toward the gate with Aspen on your hip. Her cries of dada dada dada accompanied the clapping of her little hands while your husband rode through with Lydia on the back of the bike. You could instantly see that something wasn’t right. 

“Any sign of them?” Yumiko reached them first, not waiting until the motorcycle had even been shut off. Daryl was looking down, avoiding the light.

“We didn’t get that far.” He grumbled while Lydia dismounted. Kelly stepped forward next, looking concerned but whether it was for Daryl or who he didn’t bring back, you couldn’t be sure. You were handing Aspen off to Jerry with a quick please watch her before you moved past everyone. Daryl was struggling to get off the bike, grunting and instantly keeping the weight off his left leg. “We gotta talk.”

“Not you.” You interjected, dragging his arm over your shoulders. “Lydia, can you handle the details?” The girl nodded. You gave Jerry another glance and received a nod before he had little Aspen waving at you and Daryl, who put on a brave face for his daughter until you were out of sight. He made a noise in the back of his throat the moment the two of you stepped across the threshold, both legs nearly buckling beneath him. “I gotcha. Downstairs bedroom, just a little further.” You shook your head at someone who appeared to be close to addressing Daryl and jerked your chin toward the front door in a silent request for them to shut it. “Can you open the bedroom door, Daryl?”

“Yeah.” He rasped, fumbling for the knob before finally grasping it and shoving the door open. It was a bit of a challenge but you eventually got him to the bed and let him sink down on the edge of the mattress. “Hey, Pip.” He offered you the smallest of smiles looking up at you, your fingers brushing his hair away from the substantial laceration above his eye.

“Don’t hey, Pip me, Daryl Dixon! What happened?” You admonished, continuing your assessment and finding more injuries on his torso but his leg, that was where your worry spiked. His pants were stuff with dried blood, the bandages lined at the top with a tightly bound piece of fabric. A tourniquet, you surmised. 

“Found Alpha. Tried to find out where they were.” He leaned back on his hands, his upper body swaying.

“I see how well that conversation went.” You deadpanned.

He responded at first with a hum. “Lydia found me. S’half dead. She dragged my sorry ass outta there, patched me up good ‘nough to get back.” Daryl jolted, the bandages sticking to his skin as you unwound them from the wound. You’d need to grab some antibiotics for sure. Knife wound, deep. The bleeding had all but stopped thanks to the tourniquet, but you felt sick at the thought of how easily the femoral artery could have been nicked. How quickly he would have bled out. “Was gonna leave it.”

“What?” You looked up to find him watching you. He nodded toward his leg.

“Alpha’s knife. Was gonna leave it. Knew better’an to pull it out, but she followed me. Drew in three walkers. Had to use it.” You stared at him levelly, not relenting when he reached to trace a finger down your jaw. “S’good to see your face, Pip. An' baby girl’s. For a minute there—for a minute, I thought I wasn’t comin’ back.” 

“Remind me to thank Lydia after I throttle the hell out of you for going alone.” You stepped out of the room for the suture kit, more antiseptic and bandages. “How long has this been on?” You motioned toward the tourniquet with the suture kit.

“Few hours.”

Slamming the kit onto the mattress, your head followed it with a groan. “I’ll have to do an IV, Daryl. We need to do a bolus of fluids to flush out the toxins building up where the blood isn’t flowing.” You weren’t mad, not really. You were redirecting your fear into something that wouldn’t have you a trembling mess while trying to stitch up your husband’s damn near fatal wound.

“M’sorry.”

“It’s fine. I’m—” You sighed and knelt next to his leg to clean the wound thoroughly. “I’m just glad you’re here. Safe. And in one piece.” You tilted your head. “More or less.” It always hurt your heart to tend to his injuries, not just knowing the wound itself was painful, but knowing it would just add to the collection of scars he had accumulated throughout his life. He didn’t seem so bothered by them anymore but that didn’t mean you enjoyed watching him gather them like tattoos. 

The two of you were quiet as you stitched, not a single word until you tied off the last one and clipped the remaining thread. You placed the used materials in the wastebasket and stepped out of the room, jogging down to the medical unit for IV supplies, antibiotics, and fluids. People were moving about hastily but you’d find out why later. You had to take care of your husband first. Arms full, you detoured to find Jerry. He was on the ground with Aspen, her little arms flailing around as she stood in front of him, telling the world’s tallest tale. The man caught your eye and nodded. You mouthed a thank you and continued back to the house. There must have been something he was needed for, but you were keeping him from it. 

Daryl was lying down when you returned, an arm thrown across his eyes. He wasn’t sleeping, the rhythmic tapping of each finger against his thumb a tell tale sign that he was anxious. You needed to find out what was going on, why everyone was bustling about in waves, though you had an inkling. You were just hoping to be wrong.

Clearing your throat, you entered the room. “You really pulled a Carol yesterday, you know.”

“That ain’t funny.” He huffed, lifting his arm slightly. He looked so exhausted and pale. 

“It wasn’t intended to be, love.” He just happened to be shielding his eyes with the arm you needed, but didn’t fight you when you pulled it down to lie straight at his side and rolled up the sleeve. Placing the rubber tourniquet above his elbow, you started palpating for a vein, glancing up at him every few seconds. “She’s not doing so hot, is she?”

“Nah. She ain't.” He replied quietly. He didn’t flinch when you slid the needle in, getting a good return before removing the tourniquet and popping the needle back to leave the catheter behind. “Worried ‘bout her.”

“I know.” You straightened the tubing and connected it to the bags you hung on the headboard, open the line to start the flow of fluids and antibiotics. “I’m gonna take the tourniquet from your leg. It’s not gonna feel great.”

“Yeah, yeah. I know. Done this dance a million times, Pip.” 

You nodded and circled the bed, grabbing the scissors from the medical kit on your journey. You positioned the blades before glancing up at your husband. He was staring at the ceiling, but you knew where his head was.

“Are you angry with her?” Snip. Daryl grunted and clenched his fists, the circulation returning in a painful spiral throughout the injured limb.

“Yeah. Yeah, m’fuckin’ angry with her.” He snapped quietly, nostrils flaring. “Keeps takin’ off half-cocked, gettin’ herself hurt, gettin’ other people—” His mouth snapped shut into a thin line, his left arm coming up to cover his eyes that time. 

“Connie.” You supplied. You knew Daryl had taken a liking to the woman. She radiated confidence and positivity and just life. Your husband had grabbed onto that with both hands and held fast, pulling her into your little family. You both adored her. You didn’t blame Carol per se, but she did hold some of the responsibility for Connie’s—disappearance. “Daryl.”

“What?” He huffed, his irritation not directed at you. You knew him better than that.

“What if it were Aspen?” He jerked his arm away from his eyes so quickly that you flinched, knowing he was about to yell at you for even suggesting such a thing. “Stop. It’s a horrible thought, I know. But take how just that thought makes you feel and multiply it by infinity, my love. That is where Carol’s heart is right now and her head can’t even try to keep up with it.”

“That ain’t—she just—” His chin was wobbling, an inner war raging behind his stormy blue eyes.

Grabbing some butterfly stitches, gauze, and alcohol, you crawled onto the mattress and sat cross-legged by his shoulder. When you began to dab at the wound on his forehead, his face fell and his defeated gaze found your steady one. 

“I’m not saying she’s right, love. I’m just saying maybe she’s not wrong either.” You said nothing else until you had closed the wound with the strips and leaned forward to place a kiss between his eyes. “You two will get through this. You always find a way.” With a sniff and a deep breath, Daryl nodded. You were unbuttoning his shirt to tend to the other wounds when you yourself inhaled deeply, eyes flashing up to your husband’s face. “I need you to tell me what’s happening out there.”

“Be here by nightfall. Still gives us a bit to get ready.”

You stood at Daryl’s side against the upstairs bannister while everyone below scurried about with weapons and supplies. 

“You’re sure all the roads are blocked?” You tapped your fingers against the wood nervously.

“You were on one of them roads yourself, Pip. Ya saw it. They got ‘em all.” The archer’s bandaged hand covered yours to still your anxious movements. “Listen, I wantcha with the kids.” Your eyes were already watching your daughter on the carpet downstairs with Judith and RJ, but your attention snapped toward him before he could finish speaking.

“No.”

“Ain’t a request. Wantcha to—”

“No, Daryl.” You snapped, pulling your hand away. “This bitch has taken from all of us. I’m gonna be right beside you, on the frontlines.”

“Nah, need ya to stay away from this. Need to know that Aspen’s with ‘er mama, that Jude an’ RJ have ya there to protect 'em.” You were shaking your head with every word, but he didn’t stop. “Can’t fight out there not knowin’ my family’s safe as they can get.”

“And I can’t sit in here knowing my husband is out there fighting without me.” You gestured to the whole of him. “Fighting when he’s already beaten all to hell!” “Just do this for me, Pip. Take care’a our kids. If somethin’ happens to me, baby girl, Jude, an’ RJ’re gonna need ya.” Daryl brushed your hair behind your ear and placed his hand on your cheek. Your eyes were wet with frustration and hopelessness and worry and grief. 

“Goddamn you, Daryl Dixon.” Your head fell forward against his chest, sniffling until he wrapped his arms around your shoulders and held you there while you pulled yourself together. He was right, and you knew it. Your daughter couldn’t lose both of her parents to that monster. Jude and RJ couldn’t lose what family they had left. “Alright. I’ll stay back with the kids.” Daryl kissed your forehead.

“M’gonna talk to Zeke. If one’a us goes down, the other’ll come for you an’ the kids, okay?”

“Don’t talk like that.”

“Y/N, I’m just—”

“No, don’t talk like you’re not coming back to me.” You didn’t let him speak again before your mouth was on his, your hands in his hair while his squeezed your waist. “You are coming back to me.” You were walking him backwards toward one of the empty rooms, careful of his injury and accommodating his limp. 

“M’comin’ back.” He spoke quietly against your mouth, letting you unbutton his shirt before he could even manage to start shutting the door. “Always will.”

#murda writes #daryl dixon #anon request #daryl dixon x reader #the walking dead #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon fanfic #daryl dixon x y/n #daryl dixon x you #hurt!daryl #daryl x wife!reader #daryl dixon x female reader #daryl x female reader #daryl dixon twd #daryl dixon the walking dead #daryl angst #daryl dixon angst

[pasta1238]

Putting on their old gang uniform pt.2

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Characters: Inui, Taiju, Shinichiro, Wakasa, Hanma

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Cussing, Mentions of gang activity, Kissing

Part 1 Part 2

Tokyo Rev Masterlist

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Inui

You and Inui have some of his friends over at your place and you're all sitting around the living room talking. At one point in the conversation, everyone starts to reminisce on their youth and of course, their toman days come up.

"Yep, those were the days." Draken comments.

"There was so much stupid shit we did." Mitsuya laughs.

Chifuyu pulls out some old pictures on his phone and starts showing you all the memories. You see your fiance in some of the pictures and most of which he's wearing his uniform.

"That reminds me." Inui says as he sits up, then leaves the room temporarily. He comes back holding a black jacket. "Look what I found recently." He says as he shows everyone.

"Damnnnn brings back some memories." Hakkai says as he sits back."

"Here love, this was mine back in the day." He says as he turns to you and hands you the jacket. You examine it, tracing your fingers over the golden embroidery.

"This is great Seishu, from the looks of the photos, it really suit you." You say with a smile. Curiously, you turn the jacket over and put it over your shoulders and fit your arms through the sleeves. "It's so comfortable too, even though it's a little big on me." You say with a giggle.

A small blush forms on Inui's face, and he looks away. "It actually looks pretty cute on you." He says

"Ooooo someone's in loveeee." Nahoya teases. With a big smirk. Inui looks at him with a glare, but still fails to hide his blush.

"Leave him alone." Souya says.

Inui sits down next to you and wraps an arm around your shoulders. "I'm not wrong though, it looks adorable on you." He says with a kiss to the head. "You'd be such a cute little delinquent."

"Gross." Says Pah-chin

Taiju

You were sitting on the couch watching TV and eating popcorn when you heard-

"FUCK!!" Which came from the bedroom. You jump a little and immediately run over to see what's going on.

You turn the corner, and see your husband holding a black jacket while examining the sleeve. "Babe what happened? Are you okay?"

Taiju turns his head and sees you standing at the doorway. "Oh shit. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I was moving some things and snagged my old toman captain jacket."

"Oh, well you know I could fix it for you." You offer

"You would? I would really appreciate that. This shit means a lot to me." He says. You go and find some thread and take the jacket from his hands.

After a few minutes, you snip the extra thread. "All done!" You say as you hold out his jacket.

"Thank you babe." He holds the jacket, then gives it back for you to look at. "Mitsuya made this for me, he did a damn good job huh?" You nod as you feel the jacket in your hands and read the golden embroidery. " It's badass, even though it runs a little small on me."

You turn the jacket over to put it over your shoulders, then you fit your arms through the sleeves and stand up to show him. The sleeves are droopy the hem goes all the way down to your thighs. "Are you sure about that? This thing is so big." You say.

"Well, let's consider the fact that you're really small" Taiju says with a laugh

"Well, let's also consider the fact that you're unnaturally huge." You say as you stick out your tongue.

"Come here." He says before he scoops you up in his arms and kisses you all over your neck and face. "If you weren't so cute and tiny in my old jacket, I tickle the ever living shit outta you for giving me your little sass." He says with a grin.

"You wouldn't dare." You say with a smug face. He tries to put on a serious expression, but ultimately fails when you start to give him soft kisses, which of course he couldn't deny.

Shinichiro

Shin was in his garage tuning up a bike as you were in the house planning some mischief. You and your boyfriend like to pull pranks on each other, and now that he's distracted, you've decided it's the perfect opportunity to do so. Carefully you open the garage door, trying not to cause him to turn around too early.

"Babe look!" You shout

He turns his head and sees you standing there wearing his old black dragons trench coat. He doesn't really say anything and you think you're prank failed.

"Damn it, I guess it wasn't very funny." You say defeated.

"You're right." He says as he puts down his cig. He walks over to you. " It's not funny because it's so freaking adorable instead." The unexpected compliment causes you to blush, and you turn your head away to look at the floor. "What, you didn't expect that did you?" You look up at him, still blushing. "Looks like I'm the one that got you huh?"

"Whatever..." You say trying to hide your blush from him. He pulls you to him, and kisses you lightly on the cheek.

"You'd make one adorable partner for me." He says before he tilts your head up and plants a soft kiss on your lips.

"You're so annoyingly cute." You say playfully as you continue to kiss him.

"But you love me." He says with a dumb little smile.

"That, I do."

Wakasa

You and Waka were going on a date. The two of you were waiting for the place to open, so you both were killing time by walking around outside talking. However a few minutes went by, and the sky began to darken. You felt the light rain hit your face, the cold temperature making you shudder a little.

Waka notices you start shivering and takes off his jacket. It's his old Brahman jacket, which he still wears because it's pretty comfortable. He throws it around your shoulders, and lifts the hoodie. To help you warm up, he hugs you close to his body and rests his head on yours. He takes a few moments to look at you, and laughs softly.

"What's so funny?" You look up and ask.

"Nothing." He says and kisses your forehead. "I just noticed you look pretty in my old gang jacket."

You blush at his little compliment. Wakasa wasn't super verbal with those, so it always made your heart flutter when he'd actually give you one. "You really think so?" You ask

"Mhm." He responds. "I'd totally think you're a member of Brahman. It suits you well." He pauses to give you a smile. "The sleeves are a little too long and the bottom makes you look like you're wearing a dress, but it makes you all the more adorable."

"Well I've always thought you looked really good in this jacket anyways." You say

"Is that right?" He asks

You nod and in response, he tilts your head up and gives you a loving kiss and you both stand there, embracing one another as the rain is gently falling.

Hanma

You're laying on your bed scrolling through your phone when you hear your boyfriend come home. "Sorry I took so long baby, some bitch was taking forever at the-" he stops when he sees you.

You look up from your phone. "What?"

He leans against the door frame. "Well well, now what do you think you're wearing?"

You look at him confused. "It's colder than shit so I grabbed a jacket from your dresser so I could be warm."

Hanma walks over to you on the bed and lays next to you. "You're wearing my Valhalla jacket."

You didn't realize you pulled that one out when you did. "Oh shit, my bad." You say as you motion to take it off, but Hanma places his hands over yours, stopping you.

"No, keep it on." He says. "You look fucking badass wearing my jacket. And pretty hot too." He says with a smile.

You grin and pull him in by the neck to kiss him. "I do know how to beat someone's ass pretty well, so I guess it suits me."

He laughs. "If only I'd known you then, we would have made a fucking awesome duo. Beating everyone's ass silly and acting like we own the place."

You laugh. "Shuji, you're crazy. But I like the sound of that."

"Hey now, you're crazy too. Crazy enough to love me." He responds

You look at him in the eyes. "Damn right I am." You pull him towards you to give him another kiss and he holds your body close to him, keeping you warm.

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev fluff #tokyo revengers hcs #inui seishu #inui x reader #taiju shiba #taiju x reader #shinichiro sano #shinichiro x reader #wakasa imaushi #wakasa x reader #hanma shuji #hanma x reader #taiju fluff #inui fluff #wakasa fluff #shinichiro fluff #hanma fluff

[heyiwrotesomethings]

DEMON SLAYER CUZ YESSSSSSSS.

shinobu x female reader

I wanna kick uzuis ass again soooooooo

Uzui is being a dick to everyone because he is in a mood and make fun of shinobu (u find the reason nth comes to mind rn) and the reader having an awful day herself kicks his ass and brings him to his wives "next time that disgrace you call a husband insults my soon to be wife again I'm gonna cut his tongue of and shove it so far up his ass it will come out of his mouth again 🙃

have a good day ladies oh and do keep him a check or I will 🙂 byeeeee"

gl finishing all of those rqst

Bad Morning

Shinobu Kochou x She/Her Reader

A/N: I don’t know what’s up with me, but this threat was a bit too descriptive for me and since this is like, at least the third time we’re beating Uzui up, this one is kind of lackluster, apologies! Hopefully I still got the message across lol. Hope you still like it! Word Count: ~1,220

Uzui Tengen woke up on the wrong side of the bed earlier that morning. Which was to say Suma had accidentally pushed Makio out of bed, which in turn lead to Makio dragging her out of said bed by the ankles in retaliation. Tengen tried his best to ignore them and focus on Hinatsuru’s cute mumblings as she turned to lay on her other side, but Makio’s growls and Suma’s cries made it downright impossible.

“Could you two keep it down, goddamnit! Why does this have to happen every morning?!”

“Maybe we should invest in a bigger bed.” Hinatsuru murmured, pressing a pillow over her head.

“Or we just make Suma sleep on the floor. She kicked me last night too and I have the bruise to prove it!” Makio pulled up the hem of her sleepware to show the bruise her thigh was sporting and Suma wailed.

“I’m sorry! Let me kiss it better! Don’t make me sleep on the floor Makio, please!”

“Nobody is sleeping on the floor!” Tengen groaned. “I’ll get a bigger bed, okay? Can I just get one more hour of sleep—“

“Caw!” Nijimaru came in through the window with flapping wings and rattling beads. A damn fine, flamboyant bird if Tengen did say so himself, but he couldn’t think of anyone he’d rather see less at the moment. “You’ll be late for the meeting if you stay in bed any longer, Uzui!”

“Damn it all, that’s today?” Tengen shot out of bed, jamming his toe against the bedside table. He cursed and limped his way to the bathroom, now even more pissed because he would have to skip his morning skin care routine if he was going to make it to Oyakata-sama’s mansion in time.

He barely had enough time to bathe and put on his makeup before heading out the door. No time to even eat breakfast. At least Suma ran him some toast at the door and jumped up to give him a quick peck on the cheek. It certainly made up for the rude awakening at least, sweet girl.

Still, all the toast and kisses in the world couldn’t make him shake off the sour mood he was in. His morning routine was sacred. When his routine was disturbed, it honestly felt like his whole day was ruined.

People have bad days. It’s normal to maybe ask for a little space, to tell people you aren’t really feeling yourself, but the moment you use your bad morning as an excuse to be shitty to other people, then expect your day to get much, much worse.

“Iguro, come on man. Can you get your scrawny ass outta my way? Shouldn’t you be sitting like a broody tree’d raccoon by now?”

“We’re talking, walk around. It’s a fucking garden.” Sanemi was quick to shoot back as Obanai glared.

“Nobody can make anything easy today, can they?” Tengen sighed loudly, bumping into Sanemi as he walked past the two fuming men.

He rested in his usual spot, hoping to maybe get a little bit more sleep in before the Master arrived. However, Mitsuri was talking up a storm with Shinobu and (Y/n) and the excitement in her voice as she spoke made it hard for Tengen to relax.

“She made me dango for helping me get her cat out of the tree! Isn’t that great? It was really good too! And then—!”

“Gods, Kanroji,” Tengen groaned, “would it kill you to take a page out of Tomioka’s book and be quite for once?”

“Hey! What the hell is your problem?” (Y/n) scowled.

“Just because you woke up on the wrong side of the bed, it doesn’t give you license to make everyone else around you feel miserable as well.” Shinobu chimed in, she put a reassuring hand on Mitsuri’s shoulder while she gave Tengen a disapproving look.

“I’m gonna kill that bastard.” Obanai growled, Kaburamaru hissed in agreement.

“Perhaps you should take a page out of Tomioka-san’s book and butt out of conversations that have nothing to do with you, hm? Contrary to what your ego may tell you, the world does not revolve around you.” Shinobu added for good measure.

“Big words for somebody so small. I could crush you like a grape between my fingers.”

“Uzui, my friend! You should stop talking before you say something you’ll really regret!” Rengoku advised.

“So disgruntled,” Shinobu tisked pityingly, “Given how out of sorts you are this morning, I doubt you could even brush me with those meaty, perpetually sweaty hands.

Tengen took a deep breath through clenched teeth, but (Y/n) spoke up before him, her voice low, warning,

“Uzui-san, I’d listen to Rengoku-san if I were you. Act like an adult and let it go. With any luck, the meeting will be over in an hour and you can sleep the rest of the day away.”

“Tch,“ Tengen sneered, “how about this, you tell your little, and I do mean shrimpy, puny, girlfriend to zip it, and then I will too.”

“I am not her keeper.” (Y/n) said through gritted teeth.

“Well if she can’t keep her mouth shut, why should I?!”

“Ah, my deepest apologies, Uzui-san,” Shinobu began, not looking very sorry at all, “(Y/n) and I had a rather late night in the lab ourselves. My mistake for trying to hold you to the same standards we hold ourselves to.”

Tengen was seeing red. He wanted to wipe that perfect little smile right off of Shinobu’s face and before he could think better of it, he had thought of something to say that would hit her where it would hurt.

“Wipe that fake-ass smile off your face, little Kanae wannabe. You want to imitate her so bad, start by acting like less of a bitch maybe.”

Well, that sure made the smile fall from Shinobu’s lips. Her expression became impassive, an eerie blankness, but no one took the time to really notice because (Y/n) was already leaping to her feet, kicking up pebbles that scattered over Tengen’s thighs as she got closer.

“The fuck did you just say?!” Sanemi growled, his head snapping towards Uzui.

“Uzui-san, I know you can be abrasive, but that kind of talk is unacceptable.” Gyomei spoke up for the first time that day and that was how Tengen knew he might have really fucked up.

“Okay, okay, you are a fucking dead man now! I don’t give a damn about you not getting your beauty sleep, you wanna play nasty, we’ll play nasty alright!”

(Y/n) knew Shinobu could take care of herself, but she also knew that Uzui had hit a nerve. Like Shinobu had said, they had a tough night, tougher than Uzui’s, she imagined. She had been helping Shinobu with her latest experiment on her journey to find a poison that could end an Upper Moon.

Despite all of the promising research, the experiment had fallen flat, or well, more accurately caused a small explosion that (Y/n) and Shinobu spent the next three hours cleaning up after. Thankfully they had been wearing the proper gear during the whole ordeal, but they still smelt overwhelmingly of wisteria.

(Y/n) got close enough to Uzui that he could smell it on her and the potency stung his nose. She grabbed him by the collar of his uniform and he engulfed her wrist with his hand—

“Oyakata-sama is coming!” Mitsuri squealed, noticing two of the Master’s children leading him around the building. It must have been one of his good days and he decided to take a stroll.

“I’m not done with you.” (Y/n) hissed, letting go of Uzui’s uniform with a shove before quickly dropping to the ground.

“You’re like a yappy little dog,” he sneered, “All I gotta say is, ‘boo!’ and you’ll be shaking in your sandals.”

“The first thing I’m gonna do is cut out your own tongue and feed it to you, asshole.”

Tengen grit his teeth together. The Master was much too close now to continue trading vulgarities.

Tengen started out the meeting boiling hot, but listening to the Master speak had its usual calming affects and before Tengen knew it, he was in a relaxed, meditative state. It was the closest thing to sleep one could have while awake. It was like magic. The Master bid them all farewell and Tengen inhaled deeply, then released a relaxed exhaled, tension leaving his shoulders. He felt so much better—

(Y/n)’s fist came sailing at him with all the force of a mantis shrimp and she decked him, making direct contact with his temple.

“Alright Uzui, how about you and me go for a little stroll?” (Y/n) grunted, heaving the hulking man to his feet was no simple task, especially now that he was having a hard time standing up himself after that vision spotting hit. She turned to look back at Shinobu with adoration and concern, “Would you like to come along, dear?”

“I suppose.” Shinobu shrugged before rising to her feet as well. Truthfully, she didn’t want to have to look at Uzui for another minute, but if (Y/n) accidentally killed him, that would be one less Hashira and they were already spread thin enough as it was.

The remaining Hashira, that cared enough to, watched on as (Y/n) pulled Tengen away from the mansion by his ear, very thankful they weren’t in his shoes at that moment.

Tengen shuffled down the path, bending with (Y/n)’s sharp pushes and pulls while the two women discussed what they should eat for lunch. Sadistic beings…

Though it was hard for his eyes to focus because of that sharp punch to his temple, he soon recognized the scenery and realized (Y/n) was taking him home, to what end, he was afraid to find out.

“Good afternoon, ladies.” He heard (Y/n)’s muffled voice through the ringing in his ears.

“Oh gods, what did he do this time?” Makio groaned.

“(Y/n)-san, I don’t know what he did, but please, be a little more gentle with him.” Hinatsuru requested hesitantly.

She was hesitant because she knew her husband had a track record of saying or doing stupid things. Even Suma, the most sympathetic of the bunch, could agree that sometimes getting slapped around a little bit was warranted when it came to their husband’s unfiltered words and uncouth actions.

“Don’t worry, I caught him off guard with the first punch, so I didn’t go any further. I probably nearly fractured his skull since he didn’t think to defend himself at all, don’t you think so, Shinobu?”

“Oh yes, given how he’s been wobbling, and that he threw up in the bushes on the way here, it’s safe to say he would have been in real trouble if you had decided to keep going.”

Makio, Hina and Suma paled, quickly taking possession of their loopy husband when (Y/n) offered him to them. It was difficult to keep all that muscle up right, so they could only imagine just how furious (Y/n) was to have been able to basically drag him all the way home.

“The next time your disgraceful, woefully un-flamboyant husband says or does anything that hurts my fiancée, intentionally or not, he may not make it back to you in one piece. Understand?”

“Yes, we’ll talk to him. I’m sorry.” Hinatsuru hung her head low.

“You have nothing to apologize for, but when your husband snaps out of it, you might suggest he start looking for ways to atone because I’m not quite so sure I could hold myself back if I see him again too soon. That single punch was not satisfying at all.”

“We’ll work on it.” Makio swore.

“We promise! Please don’t kill him!” Suma sobbed.

“I won’t kill him, too much paperwork.” (Y/n) promised, then after a pause added, “Well, I wouldn’t kill him on purpose anyway.”

“Here,” Shinobu stepped up to the three horrified looking wives and handed Hinatsuru a small paper bag, “I suspect he has a concussion. I have provided all instructions and materials needed to give him proper treatment.”

“Thank you…” the three answered in unison.

Shinobu gave them a short nod of acknowledgment before linking back up with (Y/n). The two strolled off like nothing had happened, smiling and gazing lovingly into each other’s eyes as they disappeared over the hill.

“We need that new bed stat!” Suma said with an exhausted sigh as the trio dragged Tengen into the house.

“I think our dumbass husband needs a personality check more.” Makio grunted.

#demon slayer oneshots #kny oneshots #demon slayer x reader #kny x reader #shinobu x reader #shinobu kocho x reader #shinobu kochou x reader #requests #anonymous

[raya-hunter01]

Lights, Camera, Action! Pt. 8

Lights, Camera, Action!

Jey Uso x Black Female OC! (Shantell)

Roman x Black Female OC! Tangela

Solo x Black Female OC! Sofia

Jimmy x Trin

Rating: 18+

Warning: Smut; oral, sex, fluff, defloration (Virginity) masturbation

Words:

Summary: How do you keep it together as Smackdown’s production director and navigate your life as the girlfriend of Mr. Main Event Jey Uso.  Follow Shantell as she navigates her life as a girlfriend, sister, and confidant to the bloodline. Follow her on her journey to self-discovery of love and happiness.

Grady Memorial Hospital

Atlanta, Ga.

Shantell’s POV

“You feeling any pain, sweetie?” my mom asked hugging me as Jimmy walked out to give Joe an opportunity for others to come in.

“I’m ok it’s been a little off and on but so far I’m not bleeding anymore,” I said trying to remain positive. “You gotta stay calm, and I know you gon' have to follow up with your doctor when we get home,” Jey said holding my hand.

“I just had to lay eyes on you and hold you. I will give ya’ll a moment and call your auntie. She is worried sick and blowing up my phone,” she said going out into the hall.  “You scared the hell outta me and everybody Shantell, I got a bone to pick wit you,” Joes says hugging me.

“So, I’ve been told,” I gasped, becoming stiff against him as a sharp pain came. “You ok baby, Jey said worriedly as I nodded. “The pain just seems to be getting stronger,” I groaned trying to focus and catch my breath.

“Hey, breathe, it’s gonna be ok,” Joe says sitting beside me as a few tears fell from my eyes. “I’m going to see if there is anything they can give you,” Jey says kissing my forehead before heading into the hall. I knew he needed to take a moment as I faintly heard him talking to Jimmy in the hall.

 “Why is this happening, Jon?” I heard him ask before hitting the wall with what I could only guess was his fist. “Aye, come on man, Shan can hear you. Let’s go find the doctor, Jimmy,” said as the hall got quiet.

“What if I lose the baby?” I cried looking at Joe as he looked at me with such pity and sadness.  “No, we ain’t putting that into the atmosphere, not today. Lil Uce, and you gon’ be good,” Joe said rubbing my hand. “Shit!” I groaned sitting up from the sharp pain that hit me as Joe took me in his arms.

“Hey, talk to me,” he says as holding me close. “I can’t do this,” I gasped trying to remain calm as he held me tighter. “Yes, you can, and you will babydoll,” Joe said confidently as I tried to see his positive outlook, but I was losing hope.

“You haven’t called me that in years,” I smiled taking a breath as the pain subsided for the moment.  “Well, you grew up on me, so I had to upgrade you to babygirl,” he says kissing my hand.

“So, what do I become after the baby Is born?” I asked giving him a small smile.   “Oh, that’s easy baby mama,” he said as I laughed at his antics. “There is that beautiful smile, everything is going to be fine,” he reassured me as Jey came back in with the doctor.

“Shantell, I have been researching and consulting with other doctors. I want to try a medication called Progestogen; it’s known to help prevent miscarriages. You’re a good candidate and it has a high success rate,” Doctor Taylor said looking at his records. “So how does it work?” Jey asks sitting beside me.

“We will administer the shot and also will give her something to rest. We need to get her body to relax, as we wait. Since there hasn’t been anymore bleeding, I think we are turning the curve, but the next 24 hours are critical,” he said touching my leg.

Jey’s POV

Thank God finally some good news, they had a plan and the doctor seemed happy to share the news with us.   I felt a weight being lifted as they gave Shantell the medication, trying to remain positive. “Thank you for all you’ve done,” Shantell said wiping her tears before shaking his hand.

“Nah, young lady it wasn’t all me. Your husband has been your biggest advocate, and he made sure to think of you first in all his decisions. He really loves you both,” Doctor Taylor said as Shantell looked at me as I could see the unshed tears in her eyes.  

“My husband huh,” she said shooting me a tired smile as I could see her fighting to keep her eyes open. “Doc I just knew I needed to take care of my wife, and I would do it again in a heartbeat” I said giving her a kiss without missing a beat as she closed her eyes holding my hand tight.

“I will leave you guys alone, you should be finally resting soon,” Doctor Taylor said leaving as Joe kissed Shantell’s forehead. “Get some rest, I’ll see you in the morning,” he whispered going out to tell the others what was going on.

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Trin’s POV

This is the most uncomfortable I’ve ever been as Sandra and Tanya have been staring a hole through each other.

“How is Shantell,” Papa Kish asks walking over to meet Joe. “They are trying a new medication, the next 24 hours are critical, but the doctor is optimistic about everything being fine,” Joe said giving him a hug.  “Thank God,” Solo whispers rubbing his face before laying his head back closing his eyes.

“Thank God is right,” Sandra whispered as Tanya’s eyes snapped back to her. “Oh, so you care now?” she questioned rolling her eyes as Sandra sighed. “Look, I said I was sorry, and I will make this right.  It’s my grandchild too,” Sandra said as Tanya jumped up out of her seat.

“Woman, you will be lucky if you even see my grandchild,” Tanya said walking off down the hall as Jimmy followed her. “Excuse me,” Sandra said going in the opposite direction.

Yea, it was going to be tough trying to bring these grandmas together. “I see you over there worrying Trin, everything will work out,” Papa Kish said patting my knee. “I hope so, because Shantell don’t need no more stress and them going at it isn’t going to help,” I said honestly as I heard Joe's deep intake of breath.

“We’ll come up with something,” he said as we settled into our designated spots for the next 24 hours.

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The Next Morning

Jey’s POV

I tried to sleep but my eyes were too focused on Shantell and the fetal monitor. I was happy she was finally able to rest, and everything seemed to be going well. “Uce, you need to get some sleep,” Solo said coming in to sit with me.“I can’t till I know they good Uce,” I said yawning as I struggled to keep my eyes open.

“Bro, you watched her sleep all night, she will be up soon and you gon’ be burned out,” he said throwing me his blanket. “I’m good, bro,” I said rubbing my burning eyes. “No, you ain’t! Close yo eyes and get some sleep, I’ll keep watch,” he pleaded as I finally gave up and fell asleep.

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“Yo, Joshua wake up,” a familiar voice said that I hadn’t heard in years but spent so many nights wishing I could hear it just one more time. I must be dreamin’ because this ain’t real. “Uncle Ecky,” I whispered looking at him sitting beside me smiling.

The world knew him as Umaga but to us Fatu kids he was Uncle Ecky. He was like our dad and uncle rolled into one. He was the reason Jon and I got into wrestling.

“I ain’t dead, am I?” I asked a little freaked as he smiled. “Nawl boy, I knew you needed me,” he said as I hugged him. “Unk, I missed you so much,” my voice overcome with emotion trying to hold it together hugging him tighter.

“Aye, I always been here watching over ya’ll. Uce, I got you,” he said as I felt a release inside me, almost peaceful.

 “I wanted you to meet somebody,” he said as I pulled away looking at him a bit unsure.  "Are Shantell and the baby alright?” I asked looking over at Shantell sleeping in the dim light with Solo watching over her, I almost couldn’t see them. We seemed so far away from them both.

“Daddy, play wit me,” a little voice said as I turned and saw the most beautiful little boy I had ever seen.  He was running toward me holding a toy wrestling ring with the brightest smile. He looked to be about three years old, the perfect mixture of Shantell and me.

In shock, I picked him up as he placed his head on my shoulder. “I don’t understand, what’s goin’ on?” I asked looking at the little boy caressing his hair and face just entranced with him.

“You were worried about him, so I wanted to show you everything was gon’ be fine, they both gon' be fine,” he said looking at Shantell, draping his arm over my shoulder as I held my son and wept against him.

“Ya’ll gon’ have a good life like your auntie and me. It will be some bad times, but ya will always find your way back,” Uncle Ecky said glancing at me before turning his attention back to Shantell. It seemed to make my tears flow like a river as I held my son tighter.

“ Daddy loves you and yo mama so much, you so loved, Lil Uce,” I said kissing his cheek, trying to memorize any detail I could to take me through these next seven months until he’s here. "Love you, Daddy," his little voice said taking my heart in a chokehold.

“You may not remember a lot of this Josh, that happens with dreams sometimes, but you will have the calmness of knowing everything will be ok,” he said smiling at my son.

“Tell daddy yo name, Lil Uce,” he whispered talking to my son. “My..My name is Joshua Edward Fatu," he said with confidence, smiling at me as fresh tears fell. We had named him after me and Uncle Ecky, my heart was so full, and I couldn’t stop the tears if I wanted to.

“Daddy, no cry,” he said reaching up to wipe my tears with his tiny chubby hands. “Daddy’s ok, I’m just happy to see you,” I said playing with his hair. “Otay, I play now,” he said taking my face in his tiny hands, giving me a kiss before wiggling out of my lap and running off.

“You need to talk to your mom,” Uncle Ecky said as I rubbed my tired face. “I’m mad at her, and myself. She don’t even see nothin’ she did wrong”, I whispered looking at him, then at Shantell.

“Oh, I have a feeling she does now. I been working on her stubborn ass, and I paid her a visit last night,” he said smiling at me. “What did you do?” I asked looking at the mischievous look on his face. He always had that look when he did something off the wall.

 “Josh you ain’t gotta worry about, just know when she comes to you listen. Tell everybody I love them, and know I’m always here” he whispered giving me one last hug before disappearing slowly before my eyes. “I love you, Unck,” I said missing him even more than I had before.

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Shantell’s POV

“Josh, wake up the new doctor’s here,” I whispered trying to get his attention my voice weak and tired. I saw him struggling to wake up almost like he was crying in his sleep. “Baby, Doctor Roberts is here,” I said a little louder as his eyes shot open. “I’m up,” he groaned readjusting to the now-present light in the room.

“What did I miss?" Jey asked, sitting up, rubbing his eyes. “Mr. Fatu I was telling your wife everything is looking good, but we want to keep her another day or two. She will be on bed rest for the next three weeks," Doctor Roberts said writing off on his chart.

“We have a bus, so the bed rest isn’t an issue, but he has a big match on Saturday, and I wanted to sit in the crowd,” I said as the doctor smiled. “Well, that should be ok, but no work, and definitely no stress,” the doctor said as we all nodded in understanding.

“Thank God, Uncle Ecky was right," Jey whispered kissing my hand.  “Uncle Ecky?” Solo asked looking at Jey funny as I watched the exchange between them with their eyes. “I’ll tell you later,” Jey said smiling.  “Well, three weeks of bed rest, I can do it doc,” I said confidently as Solo and Jey smiled at me.

"We gon make sure of it busy body,” Jey added as the doctor laughed.  When the doctor left my attention turned to Jey. “So why these folks think we married?” I asked as Solo laughed.

“They wouldn’t have given me any updates on you or let me see you unless I was your husband. Your mom wasn’t here so I did what I had to do baby,” Jey said giving me a kiss.

"Plus, you are already my wife in every way that matters so I didn’t lie," he said as I'm trying not to cry again. “It just seems like a lot happened and I just want to know,” I said closing my eyes not wanting to look into Jey’s weary sad eyes.

“Shan, I’ll tell you everything baby, but not right now ok. You don’t need to worry about it now,” Jey said reassuring me everything was ok. Hopefully, these three weeks will fly by and we can get back into the day-to-day without being in fear.

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Three Days Later. Pensacola, FL

Jey’s House

Shantell’s POV

“So, you were going to let them give me the medication,” I asked again unsure if I heard him correctly. “Shantell, yes, I was, and I would do it again,” Jey said looking at me his eyes full of unshed tears as we sat in the kitchen talking. He had just got done making breakfast, and I kept pushing. I wanted to know what happened before I woke up in the hospital. 

“Why would you do that?” I asked, looking down unable to look at him. “For you, I did it for you and for me,” he said making me look at him.  “Josh, don’t,” I cried trying to move away from him as he gently grabbed my hands preventing me from moving. “You know,” he started but paused looking like he was trying to find the right words to say. 

“You would have put yourself in danger trying to save our baby and I would have lost you both. You would have done it for yourself and for me thinking the baby is our only shot at happiness," he said as I felt the truth of his words stabbing me like a knife.

"I need you to understand you both are my happiness, Shantell," he said pleading for my understanding. "I know," l whispered knowing he was right and made the right decision at that moment.

"I know from my Uncle Ecky how fast all this could disappear, one mistake and it’s all gone,” he said trying to stop his own tears. “So, I made a decision to save you, and I will stand by it till the day I die,” he said without guilt as I finally fell apart in his arms.

“None of this works without you Shan, I couldn’t lose you both, I need you to understand that,” he pleaded as we cried together. “You're not going to lose me, Josh,” I finally whispered, finding my voice as I caressed his face touching the new grey hairs in his beard.

 I know him worrying about me is apart of it and it breaks my heart. “I can’t. Do you get it now?" he asked as I hugged him tighter, nodding feeling him releasing the pressure that was weighing him down.

“I get it baby, and I promise I ain’t going nowhere,” I whispered, reassuring him as I placed a kiss on his neck as he held me tighter rubbing my back. Someone ringing the doorbell disturbed our moment as I pulled away heading towards the stairs, wiping my face as Jey was reluctant to let me go.

“Shit, I forgot to tell you last week with everything that happened,” Jey said wiping his tears, trying to get himself together. “You forgot to tell me what?” I asked as he looked nervous. “Uh, WWE wanted to do a SummerSlam Vlog on me, he groaned. “Josh, please tell me that ain’t them at the door?” I asked as he drops his head in guilt. Yep, Stress activated in 5,4,3,2,1.

Jey’s POV

“Hell no! I ain’t doing it, matter of fact I’m bout to take my black ass home,” Shantell said standing at the bottom of the stairs in my one of my old t-shirts fuming, ending our brief moment of clarity. “Baby, they are just going to travel with us for the next two days and then it’s done,” I said trying to reason with her.

“The doctor just said no stress and you shoving a camera crew in my face. Damn, a whole ass vlog, now I know yo ass losing Saturday,” she said smartly as I laughed walking over to her.

“Shan, calm down it won’t be bad,” I assured her. I know some fans can be cruel, but this vlog is about my life and Shantell you are apart of that,” I said kissing her as she melted in my arms. “You trying to seduce me, and I’m trying to be mad, she whispered stealing a kiss herself.

 “All this was Paul’s idea, not mine,” I said holding my hands up in mock surrender as she pulled away rolling her eyes at me. “Remind me to kill him nice and slow,” she said full of sarcasm as I laughed.  

“Josh, I just don’t want to be on camera a lot, some things should be just for us,” she says voicing her concerns. “I got you baby; it’s gon’ be ok,” I reassured her as she went upstairs to get dressed.

Shan’s POV

I ain’t been out the hospital four days and already WWE business is at our door. I could hear Stu downstairs asking Jey some questions and in spite of myself I smiled. Least it was someone I knew, that made me feel a little more comfortable.

Heading back downstairs I tried to sneak into the kitchen to get my food but I saw Jey cut his eyes towards me smiling. “Come here baby,” he said as I frowned at him walking into the living room. “This my baby right here,” he said as I smiled trying to not knock him upside the head.

“Tell the people what's up," he says grinning at me. “Hey everybody,” I said waving and smiling at the camera. “Yeeet, ain’t she beautiful?” Jey said looking at me smiling as I laughed. “So ya’ll met five years ago right,” Stu questioned as I nodded with a slight smile as Jey led me around the couch to sit beside him.

“Yea man, she came in doing her college thang. Stayed for some months, then she went home to finish school. Ya’ boy was miserable without her them two years on the road," he said as I smiled at him.

 “We would always hang out when you would come home,” I  said now looking at him intently.  “Yea, but in our friend circle. Then when she got hired after graduating, ya boy was nervous as hell,” Jey said raising his eyebrows at the camera as I laughed at his antics.

 “So how long have ya’ll been together?” Stu asked. “We only started dating bout seven months ago," I said trying to calm my nerves. “I had to have her man. I couldn't take the friend zone no more, ya feel me. I had to lock her down, they were trying to get at my woman,” Jey says smiling, stumbling a little over his words.

“Oh lord, you would bring that up” I whispered smiling shaking my head, this boy just tellin’ all our business. I know this is apart of his job but I ain’t ready for the fangirl backlash. Two more days of this and it can’t come fast enough. “She stuck wit my ass now, this wifey,” he said gently kissing me. 

“You know my mama is gonna see this,” I said grinning against his lips as he smiled brighter kissing me again before turning back to talk to the camera.  

 “Mama knows the deal and aye, ya’ll lookin’ at the reason Smackdown been fire these last three years. My baby has been over production, gave ya’ll the thunder dome, them fire camera angles, and made all of us look good,” Jey said as I blushed even harder.

“Well, I had help, my crew is awesome and amazing. What’s up crew, I miss ya’ll,” I said giving my crew a lil shout out. “I know you hate being on camera Shantell, but can you give a prediction for Saturday? Stu asked.

“Yea, the Real Chief is gon’ show up, show out, and after that, he’s taking me to McDonald's for some fresh hot fries, no salt extra ketchup,” I said confidently as Jey and Stu laughed as I shrugged my shoulders not caring how it sounded. That's them pregnancy cravings Stu," Jey said as they both began laughing, I pouted a second before joining in laughing as well.

“A'ight I done tortured you enough with this, I know you hate cameras in yo face gon’ eat, baby,” he said giving me another kiss. “Bye ya’ll,” I waved, leaving them to their shoot. Lord, the things I do for this man, just let us make it to Saturday.

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SummerSlam

Main Event

Jey’s POV

I didn’t like the news that was shared before we came out here but hey that’s how it happens sometimes. I can hear and see the backlash now; I tried to shake it and regain my focus to put on the best match possible.

“Yo, Fatu get yo head in the game!” Shantell shouted as I looked at her in the front row looking worried. I nodded finally flying off the top rope and nailing the Uso Splash, covering Joe.

I knew what was to happen next as I’m pulled out of the ring and Jimmy slowly reveals himself. I could hear the crowd, and I could barely make out what Shantell was screaming as he super-kicked me. The rest is a blur as chaos reigned. All I knew was Shantell was gonna lose her shit.

Shantell’s POV

“I know you fuckin' lyin’!" I screamed as the crowd is chanting “fuck you Jimmy” right before he super kicked Jey. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t see your son over there,” I said to a fan as he smiled at me. “No problem he has heard worse, and I totally agree with you,” he said smiling.  

Jimmy walked right past me not even looking, quite frankly he looked disgusted. I watched almost in slow motion as Joe pinned Jey and became the Universal Champion once again and remained the Tribal Chief. I saw red as the crowd booed, Joe looked at me with remorse as Jey was overcome with emotion in the ring literally laying on his stomach crying.

His dream shattered as he finally looked at me and gave me the signal to go backstage. I grabbed my purse heading backstage. Nobody better talk to me either or I’m goin' off.  All that fucking hard work I put into making video packages, sleepless nights of research just for them to do this.

Joe is getting ready to go on vacation for two months, why couldn’t Jey at least stay champion until he came back.  All his hard work just to be a transitional champion, this shit got Vince written all over it.

As I kept looking back towards the ring at Jey, one of the security guards rushed me through the crowd. I stayed calm until we reached Gorilla. “Why were you rushing me outta there,” I said going over to Paul. “We didn’t know how the crowd was going to react, and we needed to get you out, he said looking at me begging me with his eyes to not say anything.

Joe hugged me as I pulled away looking him over. “Are you ok? I saw how Jey landed on your side,” I said as he nodded. “Yea, it ain’t that bad, I’ll be ok,” he groaned as I looked over at Paul. “Who thought of that bullshit,” I asked looking to his left and seeing Vince, damn I was hoping I was wrong. 

“Hey Shantell, you are glowing, and you gave us a hell of a show out there. We need you to be on camera more, “he said smirking at me as Mike took Joe down to his office, to check him out. "Stay calm Shantell," Joe shouts walking into his office. I changed some things around Shantell, it looked great Vince said as I frowned at him.

“Oh, so it was you. You decided to come play with us common folks and fuck up storylines people have been working on for the last three years,” I accused as he smirked at me. “Shantell calm down,” Solo said steering me away from Vince and Paul.

“No, it needs to be said, the rules of Tribal Combat were no family could interfere until after the match was over. Tonight, after stating this on your website you had two family members interfere in the match," I said getting a little irritated. Paul held up a finger trying to interrupt me as I cut him off.

 "Then Joe is out for the next two months, so your champion ain't gon' even be on TV. It's the dumbshit for me, won't even give Jey, who has been the workhorse of this company for the last three years the opportunity to show you what he could do with the title," I said with a tight smile agitated that Paul didn't fight for Jey.

Paul had turned red and Vince for once seemed to be in deep thought about what I just said. "He is the most over person you have right now besides L.A. and you fuckin that up also," I added for good measure.

"I know you worked hard Shantell, and we appreciate it," Paul said trying to ease the tension.

"I busted my ass on those video packages, putting them together, losing sleep just for you to turn around after all that hype and fuck it up,” I stated calmly waiting for an answer. “Isn’t that your job?” Vince questioned, looking at Paul who winced as he saw my face.

“No, actually it’s not, I helped your company because your video personnel quit and I was trying to be a team player. What did you do in return? You spat on their culture, and you made it a joke. You should have just made it a regular no-disqualification match and been done if this was the shit you was gon' pull,” I said honestly wanting to wipe the smug look off Vince’s face.

“Sis, let’s go, it ain’t worth getting upset,” Jimmy said walking over to me and I could tell how disappointed he was in the outcome as well. “It damn sure ain’t because I’m not helping out again, my health and child are my number one priority from now on. I ain’t stressing myself over none of this shit,’” I said staring a hole through Vince.  

“I like her spunk; she’s going to go far here, Paul. I totally see why you brought her on,” Vince said impressed, I guess by my brazen approach to giving him a piece of my mind.  “Well, since we both are being honest Mr. McMahon.  I also really dislike the fact that you’re so out of touch with the WWE product, the fans, and reality as a whole. Get it together, and have yourself a blessed evening,” I said walking off with Paul following close behind me and Jimmy.

“Shantell, calm down and talk to me,” Paul begs as Jimmy stepped in sync with me. “Don’t follow me, Levesque, you promised he wouldn’t interfere in their storyline!” I yelled, angry over the fact that he didn't protect Jey, Jimmy, Solo, or Joe in the situation.

He gently grabbed my arm stepping in front of me.  “The old man just wanted to dick around tonight;” he said as I felt Jimmy tense beside me. I shook my head unable to believe what he just said.

“He retired, sold this company because he didn’t want you to run it, and you still entertain the shit he does,” I said sighing at his lack of backbone when it came to Vince. “Look, we can fix it,” he said as I laughed in his face.

“We! Aint no we! You let him did this, you fix it. I’m off for the next three weeks,” I stated walking off. “We are going to fix it! I promise I’m going to call you in a few days!” Paul yelled as I ignored him and went to the bus.

Jey’s POV

I know we did good work and it’s all worth it, but damn only a couple weeks as champion. I can honestly say in the meeting Joe went to war for me to remain champion tonight and I can’t thank him enough. I will always remember that. 

“Jey, Shantell is already on the bus, and she’s heated,” Solo says coming up to me as I walked over to Vince. “Thank you for this opportunity, sir,” I said shaking his hand. “You’re welcome, you're very humble like your dad. I like it,” he says smugly as I fight the urge to cuss his ass out.

"All the hard work everyone has put in, Joe, and I had done research with Shantell and had really put together something good for it all to get shot down by Vince. I feel my pressure rising just being near him.

“I need to check on Shantell, I just wanted to say thanks for everything,” I said walking away. “Yea, you got yourself a firecracker, she definitely speaks her mind,” Vince said laughing as I walked away with Solo.

“How bad was she?” I asked Solo as he laughed. “Oh, she gave his ass the business, Paul too. She was nice nasty wit it,” he said snickering as a grin tugged at my face. That’s one of the things I love about Shantell, she’s passionate about the people she loves and her craft. If you fuck with any of those you get the business, and it don’t matter who you are.

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Jey’s Bus

Shantell’s POV

“Did you mean to call me? I mean Jey should have his phone on him, is something wrong?” I asked Sandra hearing her taking deep breaths in my ear. “No, I meant to call you Shantell. I wanted to invite you both to the house for Sunday dinner tomorrow night, if possible,” she said as I pulled the phone from my ear setting it down on the bed like it was going to explode from her pleasant tone and the question she asked me.

As I placed the phone on speaker, the guys got on the bus. I gave them a signal to be quiet as they stopped in their tracks. “Who is it?” Jey whispered as I shook my head at him putting a finger to my lips. “I’m going to call Trin in a bit I heard she’s been under the weather,” she said as Jimmy looked shocked that his mother was on the phone.

 “Ok, but the last time we were in the same room you were saying really nasty things, what changed,” I asked as Jey sat beside me. “I want to discuss it in person and talk to all of ya’ll. I know I stepped on a lot of toes and it’s not right. Can you please just come to dinner?” Sandra pleaded as I looked at Jey. He needed his mother in his life regardless of what I felt, and maybe we could move past it all eventually. I could tell he missed her and they needed to talk

“Ok, umm could we do it.  My mom is flying in tomorrow morning, and we should be home by noon tomorrow,” I said as Joe smiled at me happy, we were talking cordially. Jey kissed my hand holding it in a tight grip. I knew he needed this and I knew I made the right decision.

“Well, I’ll let you go. I gotta call Joe and his mom to invite them,” she said as Joe interrupted her. “I’m here Auntie just call Ma and I’ll see you tomorrow,” Joe said smiling. “Oh, good,” she whispered relieved as I felt Jey rubbing my thigh. “Joshua, I know you're there, and your brothers, I love ya’ll and I will see you all tomorrow,” she said hanging up before they could respond. I leaned over and kissed his cheek as he seemed anxious. "It will work out baby," I whispered laying my head on his shoulder.

“Well, I’ll be damned," Jimmy said smiling as Solo laughed in relief. After talking for a bit Joe, and Solo went back to Joe's bus so we could start the journey home.

I pray everything goes well tomorrow night so we can start to heal and move forward. Our child is going to need all of its grandparents and I want us all to hash things out. Maybe this is finally the moment, but only time will tell.

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That Brunch

So I'm still skirting round filling the requests in my inbox - they're crawling their way to completion, but my muse is flitting between ideas, hence, I've somehow ended up with another little follow up to a previous fic Between The Lines.

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“You promised you’d tell me!”

Melissa could feel a blush that couldn’t be blamed on the mimosas creeping up her cheeks.  So far, she’d largely managed to avoid bringing up the subject of how you and she had managed to get together, but Barb was right.  She had indeed promised her the whole story.

“You at least have to tell me who made the first move.”

The red head felt her blush deepening.  She ducked her head, biting her lip as she tried to figure out the best way to tell her friend the story of you and her.  It wasn’t that she was ashamed of your relationship.  Not at all.  But she was perhaps slightly embarrassed by throwing herself at you lips first. 

“You did?” grinned the kindergarten teacher, not needing Melissa to speak to read her answer in her reaction.  “Oh now you really do need to tell me.”

It was with a fond smile that Melissa finally looked back up at her friend.  “Well, you know we’d been spending time together, lunches, the farmer’s market, that kinda thing?  All platonic at that point!  Anyway at some point I must have mentioned a book that I read years ago, and that if I came across it I’d love to read it again.  I’d almost forgotten about it, but then one day she comes in and hands me the book.  She’d seen it in some second hand store and picked it up.  It was such a small thing, but I dunno, it just…something shifted and I stood up and kissed her then and there.  I didn’t even think about it, I just kissed her.”

Barb looks across at her friend, drinking in every word.  She takes in the soft, warm tone of her voice, the matching smile and sees that her friend is absolutely smitten. 

“I mean once I realised what I was doing I bricked it, went to run outta there, but she just put her hand on my arm, said if a book was all it took to get me to kiss her she hoped it had a sequel,” she finished softly, picking up her glass, almost hiding behind it. 

“I know you’re not going to like it, but I’m calling the whole thing cute,” smiles the older woman.  She laughs as Melissa scrunches her nose in disapproval.  This wasn’t her usual story of flirting her way into a fling, or being flattered enough by someone coming into her to spend the night with them.  This was different.  “You look happy with her, even talking about her.”

“I am happy,” admits Melissa quietly.  “And I am sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.  I didn’t tell anyone.  I was in this little bubble where it was all great and I didn’t want that to burst.”

“And then the funeral happened.”

“And then the funeral happened,” nodded the red head.  “That, let me tell you was an intense way to meet the family.”

Barb held up her empty glass, signalling the waitress to bring a refill.  She watched as her friend promptly emptied her own glass and also held it aloft.  It wasn’t called a bottomless brunch for nothing and this was a story best told with a drink in hand.

*

“Y/N?”

You look up from your book to see an older man standing beside the open window of your car.  Or rather, Melissa’s truck.  “Uh, yeah?”

“Sorry, I just recognised the truck,” said the man.  “I’m Gerald, Barbara’s husband.”

Quickly setting down your book, you turn your attention to the man.  “Gerald!  I’ve heard only good things.”

“I’m pleased to report so have I.  Barb speaks very highly of you.”

“Then consider me flattered,” you tell him honestly.  “Really.”

He smiles at you.  “She thinks you’re good for Melissa.”

That you were not expecting, and you find your mouth hanging open in surprise.  “She does?”

“She does,” he nods.  “And having seen Melissa recently, and seeing you now, I find I have to agree.”

At this, you frown.

“Can I be honest?”

You nod.

“I never liked Joe.  More precisely, I never liked the way he treated Melissa.  He was crass, selfish, downright cruel sometimes.  If he ever had to collect her, he’d pull up and if she wasn’t outside waiting for him, he’d be barging in and practically dragging her out.  That or he’d drive off and leave her.”

Your frown only deepens.  “He did what?”  The thought of ever just driving away and leaving Melissa standing alone and abandoned hurts you to even consider. 

“Yeah,” nodded Gerald.  “Lost count of the times I’d take her home or take her back with Barb and I if she knew it was going to be stormy night and she didn’t have it in her to face it.”

Your frown gives way to sadness at the thought of Melissa not even wanting to go home.  “Thank you,” is what you say, after a pause.  “For being there for her.”

The smile he gives you is wide and genuine.  “I think I like you.”

“Feeling’s mutual,” you smile back, the moment broken by a loud peel of familiar laughter.  You both turn to see Barb and Melissa stumbling out of the restaurant, clearly having tested the ‘bottomless’ aspect of brunch to its limits. 

“You let her drive?” laughed Barb as she caught sight of the two of you, leaning on Melissa for support.  “Sure she’s old enough?”

The red head slapped her friend’s arm for her cheek.  “Hey!”

You and Gerald share an amused smile as the pair continue to make their way across the car park.  The make slow progress, but they make it.  In between many hugs and promises to do another brunch soon, the pair of you get your respective partners into your vehicles without incident.

Waiting at the junction, you turn to look at the read head. 

“I love drunk Barb,” she grins.  “She gets sassy.”  She turns to face you, her head lolling against the head rest.  “I love you too.”

You lean across to press a kiss to her lips, ignoring the honking of the car behind you.  “Love you more.”  You mean it too.  This woman crossed continents with you to be by your side during your grandmother’s funeral.  She faced meeting your family at the worst possible time.  Asked nothing in return.  And here she is, happy all because you waited outside for a few minutes to collect her from lunch.

This woman deserves the stars, and while you might not be quite able to reach that high, it’s not going to stop you from trying.  You’ll do anything to try and be worthy of the beautiful smile currently being aimed at you.

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Ghoulette Appreciation Week 8

Week 8: Coffee Shop AU & Sickfic

I've been excited for this one! Back to the Midwest Emo Ghouls AU, because they just won't stay outta my head for long!

When Mist doesn't show up to Aurora's coffee shop, she gets worried. Or, Mist and Aurora are hopelessly crushing on each other, but neither seems to realize their feeling are mutual.

Rating: G Content: Fluff, secret crushes, Rory taking care of Mist when she has a cold. Words: 2651

It would be remiss of me to write a Midwest Emo Ghouls Coffee shop AU and not mention @midnight-moth's ficlet (which I think technically they said is only adjacent to this AU? but I wrote this before double checking, oopsie!) with coffee-shop!Aurora and record-store!Mist, the og fic that had me sold on Mistrora! (go read it!)

As with anything I've written for this AU, all credit goes to @herbal-quintessence and friends for its creation, I've picked and chosen my favorite hcs for the ghouls when there are multiple, and for any other inconsistencies with the original creators's hcs and timeline let's just say I'm operating on a different branch at an indeterminant point in time, haha..!

Read below, or on AO3!

The screech of the coffee machine snapped Aurora out of her daydream. She shook her head slightly to dislodge her leftover thoughts, still drifting around about her favourite customer. Aurora kept expecting Mist to walk in the door any second, and she didn’t dare try to meet her eyes while simultaneously imagining herself staring into them under greatly different circumstances.

The door to the shop remained closed however; no tinkling of the bell to herald Mist’s arrival to the coffee shop, and the subsequent arrival of a swarm of butterflies into Aurora’s stomach. For the umpteenth time that day, Aurora squinted out the window to the record store opposite. The lights were still off, the sign still reading closed. Where was she?

Aurora had worked in the coffee shop for several years now. She had applied when she first moved to town as a broke student struggling to pay rent, and had loved every second of it. The coffee shop, it turned out, was the beating heart of this rural town: a social hub for almost all the denizens both ghoul and human. She had taken great delight in getting to know her new community and neighbours, and beginning to recognize people outside of the coffee-scented air of the café.

From her connections at the shop, Aurora had learned about the existence of the dark church, and in particular its close community of ghouls. She had found many of her new friends here, and even her new home. Aurora had got talking with two lunchtime regulars she recognized from the church: one the owner of the hardware store down the street, the other his husband joining him in town for lunch. She had quickly learned that they farmed the fields east of town, and when Aurora had mentioned in passing that she was looking for a place to stay over the summer semester break to keep working, they had offered their spare room. They were looking for a lodger, anyway.

Another regular was Zephyr: church organist, GP surgery receptionist, and one of the first people Aurora connected with in town. They always came in during the afternoon slump, and happily tried the newest and strangest flavours of tea the shop had ordered. Aurora would scribble notes on their thorough yet honest reviews, before they left with an extra-large, extra-strong black coffee for Omega, the surgery’s GP.

It was through Zephyr that Aurora had learned of their lodger Mist, who had recently opened a record store directly opposite the coffee shop. Mist was cool. Seriously, effortlessly, cool. Throughout the weeks that she had started coming to the coffee shop at Zephyr’s suggestion, her visits had become longer more regular. At one point, after Aurora brought over her third drink of the morning, her curiosity had got the better of her, and she had asked Mist if she actually sold any records, seeing as she spent more time in the café than her own shop.

It turned out that Mist had not only been an art student at Aurora’s college several years previously, but had also taken several courses in online business and marketing. She made most of her sales from her website, explaining how her shop kept running with seemingly few customers. Aurora thought she was amazing: smart, arty, stylish, cool... She felt like a schoolgirl with a crush on the homecoming queen. Mountain and Swiss thought this was adorable and frequently teased her about it, reminiscing on their own tentative courtship many years previously.

Mist had started bringing her laptop to the café, sitting by the window to keep half an eye on her own shopfront for customers while being plied with coffees and “free” cakes. She had quickly realized that no café had that good of a loyalty scheme, and that Aurora was instead buying them with her tip money. Secretly, she had started keeping track of what Aurora was spending on her, the notes tucked into the tip jar at the end of each day always covering the pastries, and then some.

As the frequency of Mist’s visits increased, Aurora had become deeply attuned to her presence. Mist was a welcome sight in her window armchair, a source of charming smiles and words which made her heart flutter. And so, on this day in the middle of a cold February week, Aurora had felt Mist’s absence before she consciously noticed it. All day, she had been distracted; one eye on the door or the conspicuously dark record store opposite.

She was so distracted, in fact, that Zephyr had cottoned onto it immediately when they entered for their afternoon break. They caught her eyes flickering to the empty shopfront opposite three separate times while ordering.

“Missing Mist today?” Zephyr asked kindly. Aurora blushed deeply; was it that obvious? “She’s at home sick today, she’s feeling pretty under the weather.”

Aurora’s concern must have shown on her face, and she started pressing herbal teas and cake upon Zephyr to bring to her.

“You could bring them yourself, if you want?” Zephyr smiled warmly: young love was such a precious thing. “She’s not contagious, Omega took a look at her this morning. She just needs some rest and TLC.”

Aurora nodded earnestly, not trying to hide how keen she was.

“You could meet us at the surgery after you close here? I can give you a lift once the Omega sees his last patient.”

“Thank you Zeph, that would be lovey. I’ll meet you there–”

Aurora’s eyes instinctively flickered to the door again as the bell chimed the arrival of a customer. She waved Zephyr and their good-natured smile goodbye, heading back behind the counter.

Before Aurora cashed out and locked up, she also gathered a selection of coffee beans and teas to bring for Omega and Zephyr. She closed the door the minute the clock hit six pm, and resisted the urge to run down the road to the Doctor’s surgery. They were a ten minute walk away at best, and Omega’s last appointment was at quarter-to-seven.

She decided to make a quick detour past the small grocery store. Tea and pastries were fine, but nothing beats the winter lurgy like hot soup. And crackers. Oh, and maybe chocolate, Aurora thought, throwing everything she could think of into her basket. At least with Mist living with a doctor, she would be well taken care of with painkillers and cold medication.

Her bag weighing heavily on her shoulder, she greeted Zephyr as she got to the surgery, perching on a chair in the waiting room while Omega finished seeing his last patient. Her feet swing nervously beneath her.

Aurora sat in the leather backseat of the silver saloon car, as Omega drove back to their house in the suburbs. As they pulled off the road, she saw Mist’s familiar ice-blue bicycle leaned against the side wall of the garage.

“Let me know when you want to go home, I can drive you back.” Zephyr offered, before directing Aurora to Mist’s room at the top of the stairs. She knocked shyly, it was too late to be scared of overstepping now.

“C’m’ in!” a croaky voice called from inside. Aurora gently opened the door, smiling cautiously at Mist and offering a small wave.

“Rory?” Mist’s eyes were rimmed with red, matching the colour of her nose, but they seemed to light up as the smaller ghoulette hovered in the doorway. “What’re you doing here?”

“Oh you poor thing!” Aurora cooed, dodging the question of why Mist’s casual workplace acquaintance was suddenly knocking on her bedroom door. Mist really did look terrible; her face was tired and haggard and her skin even paler than usual. “Can I come in?”

“’F course.” Mist sniffed, hauling herself upright in bed.

“I’ve brought you cake, and tea, and you’re not going to sneak money into my tip jar for once,” Aurora chattered nervously. “Can I run you a bath? Or fluff your pillows? Are you hungry, I brought soup?”

Mist smiled weakly at Aurora’s enthusiasm, a little overwhelmed at the small ghoulette’s whirlwind of fervent hospitality.

“A bath would be nice, this cold’s making me feel disgusting. So would some soup, I haven’t eaten since yesterday night…”

“A bath is is then!” chirped Aurora, “And I’ve got tomato, chicken noodle, or vegetable broth?”

“Tomato, please.” Mist rubbed at her red-raw nose with a tissue. “Zeph could do all this y’know? Or Meg. Did Zephy drag you here?” Conniving scoundrel, Mist thought to herself, anything to win that silly bet with Omega.

“I wanted to.” Aurora shrugged, trying to conceal just how eager she’d been to visit, “Zephyr just drove me.”

Mist struggled to pull herself more upright and swing her feet out of bed, and Aurora made a move to assist her. As she did so, she looked down at the armful of goodies she was still clutching, before whirling around to find somewhere to put them. Mist’s room wasn’t at all how Aurora had imagined: every available surface seemed to be covered in clutter and trinkets, the opposite of the cool, minimalist personality she exuded. The walls were plastered with artwork, lending everything a warm and cosy feeling. Aurora eventually made space on the desk, moving a few mugs – some with pencils in, some with leftover tea – and stacking the assortment of sketchbooks into a rough pile.

While Mist sat on the edge of the bed, waiting for the dizziness in her head to abate, Aurora headed into the en-suite and turned on the taps to warm up and begin to fill the bath. She looked around at the bottles on the windowsill, and poured in some blue bubble bath alongside the stream from the taps. Ocean Breeze, whatever that was meant to smell like.

“Thanks, ‘Ror,” rasped Mist, as she leaned against the doorframe, clean pyjamas in hand, “I can take it from here, unless you want to stay?” The exaggerated wink as she spoke told Aurora that she was only joking, and that despite Aurora secretly longing for more, this was just Mist’s normal flirtatious banter. At least she was feeling well enough for her usual wit to come through.

Aurora closed the door behind her as she left, and hovered in the bedroom until the taps turned off and the splashing sounds of Mist getting into the bathtub safely and without falling had quietened down. She grabbed some of her care package from the stash on the desk and headed back downstairs to make some tea and heat the soup.

Entering the kitchen, she found Zephyr at the table with a mug of the tea she gave them, grinning like a Cheshire cat. Omega paused where he was slicing vegetables and directed her to the kettle and microwave, grabbing a bowl and mug for her too. Aurora hovered awkwardly as she waited for the various liquids to heat, aware of Zephyr’s eyes burning a hole in her back the whole time. Out of the corner of her eye, she even thought she saw them making a gesture at Omega, like rubbing cash between their fingers and thumb. She put the bowl of soup and mug of tea onto a small tray Omega also presented, adding a few napkins and a spoon, before escaping back upstairs.

Balancing the tray in one hand, she knocked on the bedroom door again, entering when she got no response. The gentle sloshing sounds of water told her that Mist was still enjoying her soak, so she set the tray down on the desk and took a seat.

“I’m back!” she gently called at the bathroom door, “Let me know if you need anything else!” Mist hummed in acknowledgement.

Aurora took a look around the room while she waited, admiring the mishmash of colours and styles. Each item so clearly told a story, she wished she could ask about every single one. A small photo on the bookshelf made her smile: a younger Mist, probably round Aurora’s current age, was dressed in dungarees and pulling an uncharacteristically silly face at the camera from her seat atop a hay bale. A handsome dark-haired ghoul she recognised as the previous youth pastor Ifrit leaned against it, while Mountain and Swiss stood to one side, arms loosely around each other’s waists. Aurora couldn’t help the pang of jealousy she felt looking at the picture. Even though she knew they had only ever been friends, she was reminded that Mist had lived a life before she moved here, that there was no way she would ever fall for her young barista with a silly crush.

Abruptly, Aurora stood up and walked to the bed to straighten the duvet and fluff the pillows, perhaps with a little more force than was necessary. As she was tucking the foot of the blankets back in, Mist finally emerged from the bathroom in a cloud of fresh, ocean-scented steam. She looked to have more colour in her cheeks already, the worst of the pallid complexion she had worn before now gone.

“Feel better for that?” asked Aurora, smoothing the duvet with a final flourish, and moving out of Mist’s way.

“Much, thanks Rory,” Mist climbed back into bed, sighing as she sat up against Aurora’s carefully arranged stack of pillows. Once she was settled, Aurora brought over the tray, moving the mug to her bedside table so it didn’t spill. She tried not to stare too intently as Mist ate, smothering the protective fire that burned in her belly at seeing her devour the soup.

Instead, Aurora distracted herself by chattering at Mist about the daily gossip from the street. How Mrs Bloom from the flower shop had come in half an hour earlier than usual, coinciding with Mr Phipps from the jewellery boutique, and did this mean the elderly shopkeepers were finally getting together or not? And the teenager with the purple hair had been back to remove her Missing flyer from the noticeboard, as her pet cat had just been hiding in her neighbour’s garden shed the whole time, much to everyone’s relief.

As Aurora nattered away, she took Mist’s tray back to the desk once when she finished the soup and moved onto the tea, before lying back down under the covers. Aurora continued quietly recounting the day’s events until Mist’s breathing gradually slowed and evened out. Asleep. Aurora silently returned the empty mug to the tray, before grabbing a pencil and a scrap of paper to leave Mist a note in case she woke up wondering where her visitor had gone. She debated for a few seconds, before finally scribbling her mobile number on the bottom of the paper. Given how much time they spent together during the day, it was strange they hadn’t exchanged them yet, right?

She propped the note up on the bedside table and, in a moment of impulsivity, kissed two of her fingers before pressing them into the pillow, feeling Mist’s cool breath curl around them. Aurora shook her head, and grabbed the empty tray to leave before she made any more reckless confessions.

Zephyr drove her home in a comfortable, yet knowing, silence. Aurora felt slightly like she was the punchline to some joke she wasn’t aware of, but tried to think nothing of it. Surely spending your evening taking care of your favourite regular customer who might also be your friend but also might not be wasn’t that weird?

Aurora thanked Zephyr for the lift, choosing to slink off to her room as Swiss immediately invited them inside with promises of a fresh jar of honey from his bees. As she settled down for bed herself, mind still racing over the events of the day, her phone buzzed. Aurora felt her heart skip a beat as she read the message: Hi, it’s Mist. Thanks again for coming today, I’ll have to repay the favour sometime. xx

#ghoulette appreciation weeks 2024 #ghoulette appreciation weeks #midwest emo ghouls au #midwest emo ghouls #coffee shop au #sickfic #the band ghost #ghost #nameless ghouls #nameless ghoulettes #ghoulette appreciation #fluff #mist ghoulette #aurora ghoulette #mistrora #mist x aurora #ghost fanfiction #ghost band #ghost bc #em writes

[moocheesee]

Bucchigiri?! x Reader

Some silly hcs when you're his s/o

Part Two w Outa and Matakara<3

Reader is GN!

Shindo

✓ I actually imagine you were a freshman at the school when you met Shindo ✓ you only knew him from afar since back then he liked to keep to himself, always shy and quiet around everyone ✓ things changed when you joined Minato Kai ✓ you were training with the other members when Ken came around with a new member ✓ you instantly recognized Shindo ✓ making your move on getting to know him you two spend a lot of time together (you constantly pestered him) ✓ he slowly opened up to you and you helped him woth becoming stronger as well ✓ when the incident happened where he got banned from Minato Kai you two lost contact even though you tried to find him again ✓ a while later Shindo showed up before you one day, completely changed ✓ explained his plans to you bc you still have a special place in his heart ✓ you tried to warn Ken but it was already too late when the fight started ✓ after the fight (and Shindo getting his ahh handed to him) he surprisingly stuck around you ✓ but not in a nice way, that mf was everywhere you went (or you swore it was a curse and you were the one constantly running into him) ✓ you knew everything that was happening with Senya and Ichiya because Shindo doesn't keep his voice down while ranting about them every chance he gets ✓ from then on you two were a duo (unintentionally)

Arajin

✓ plssss the only way you'd (hopefully) ever fall for this guy is when you knew him before ✓ like you were chilling with Matakara and Arajin everyday when you were kids ✓ watched them train to become Honki people omg ✓ but that day young Matakara got beat up by this group of kids you weren't around because of a family emergency ✓ you only ever heard Matakaras side of story of why he suddendly moved without saying goodbyes ✓ you two missed him everyday from them on but you had quiet a lot on your hands with rebel Matakara anyways (can't blame ya) ✓ when Arajin moved back and joined your school you were actually ecstatic ✓ you finally had your childhood crush Back after all ✓ Arajins eyes lit up for a bit and you could see a blush on his cheeks when he saw you for the first time when you went to greet him ✓ his happiness quickly dropped tho and he was acting cold towards you, kinda like he's hella uncomfy in your presence (Zabu wanted to beat shrimps ahh everytime he saw you sad bc Arajin ignored you again ✓ and this is how it went ✓ with you (and Matakara) trying to talk to him but he blocked you both out help ✓ you never thought you'd actually be jealous of Mahoro out of all people srs ✓ "I need to find my darling husband. I'm so worried about him." "Honestly, what do you see in that guy?" "He makes me laugh." -Y'alls energy ✓ anyways, i believe you two come together after the whole ideal with Matakara and Ichiya is done. ✓ you were the first one there to hug him&taking care of him and the way he finally seemed to care about you and Matakara made you happy ✓ you have the old Arajin finally back ✓ he still tried to ask Mahoro out w the stone and she rejected (obv) you swooped in and offered him to go on a date. ✓ with no guilt haunting him he was able to see you as you and man was SMITTEN ✓ have fun with a sweaty and awkward diarrhea bomb crushing on you ✓ tbh prepare for him to stare and be interested in other women too (if you can't beat em join em and now you both look at women you find pretty but You're much more smooth with it) ✓ will gift you your personal carved stone with yours and his initials <3 ✓ wear his shirts plsssss he loves it sm ✓ he can COOK and this WELL! Definetly would spoil you with food ✓ he hates fighting but still will protect you (as much as he could) ✓ pls hit him when he tries those cringy romantic shit on you ✓ oh also his momma would absolutely ADORE YOU

KOMAO

✓ HES MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE ✓such a sweetheart omg ✓ BUT he'll tease the shit outta you if you give him the opportunity ✓ he's so clingy and touchy so expect him to randomly hug you or hold onto you ✓ PIGGY BACK RIDES!!! Both ways! Prefers if you carry him and he'll compliment you sm💞 ✓ prolly has really funny pet names for you too ✓ he straight up asked you out a few days after meeting you ✓ is not above pestering you until you say yes anyways ✓ absolutely loves it when you hold his face in your hands ✓ greeting him every morning means running towards each other and him spinning you (or you him, it can go both ways) ✓ lots of holding hands and hugging to the point Zabu groans loudly out of

#bucchigiri?! #bucchigiri #arajin tomoshibi

[thequeenofthewinter]

Work-in-Progress Wednesday

Hi, hello, hey ya! It's mid-week and you know what that means! Time for WIP snippets baked fresh outta the kitchen. Mmmm...smells like...I don't know when to leave my OC alone. TT Enjoy! ;)

I was tagged by the lovely, beautiful and talented @kookaburra1701 and @ladytanithia.

I would like to pass the tag to: @oblivions-dawn @mareenavee @changelingsandothernonsense @paraparadigm @gilgamish @orfeoarte @snowberry-crostata @skyrim-forever @throughtrialbyfire @wildhexe @expended-sleeper @dirty-bosmer @sheirukitriesfandom @umbracirrus

“I don’t know what do to with him, Lydia.” Dahlia sighs as she tries to prop herself up on her and Ulfric’s bed. 

Her housecarl gives her a wary look as she bites her lip, trying to contain her blunt response—drag him back to bed by force and make him see sense. However, that will do naught all to help Dahlia at the moment. Instead, she picks up one of the danishes on the tray balanced precariously over her friend’s lap and stuffs it into her mouth unceremoniously. Perhaps if she has a few seconds to chew and think, she’ll be able to come up with something that is at least partially constructive.

“It just doesn’t make any sense to me. It’s not logical. How can one spend so much time down—” She cuts off her own words to take a deep breath in. Lyssa has told that she needs to remain calm. Or at least as calm as one can when one can be when being the vessel for a dragon soul while having an endlessly frustrating husband. “I know he thinks that he’s trying to protect me or the baby or Skyrim or whatever, but this is not good for him.”

Lydia swallow her bite of danish and licks the tips of her fingers before answering. “Sounds familiar.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“I am not sure which one of you has a worse hero complex, you or him.”

Dahlia sits there for a moment, hands folded over each other and a sour look on her face as she stares at Lydia.

“You can’t tell me that isn’t true. You know it’s true. You did the exact same thing while we were off after Alduin and then you threw yourself into the Civil War. Now you’re Queen of an entire country and Divines know what you’ll do next.”

“I have no plans for anything other than having a baby currently, and I would like to keep it that way. I have had more than enough excitement to last me several lifetimes.”

Lydia picks up her danish. “I’m no fool and neither are you, so why would you pretend that either of us are?”

Dahlia’s eyes widen and then narrow as her fingers begin to tap against the back of her hand. Slow breaths, in and out. 

“I know you do not want to talk about it. No one wants to talk about it or even think about it, especially with,” Lydia nods her head down towards Dahlia’s stomach, “the baby on the way, but you know as well as I—as well as anyone else in this distracted country that you’ll be the first one sent into battle, Gods be damned what you want. Don’t stick your head in Elsweyr’s sands now. It will be all the worse for you later.”

The worst part is that Dahlia knows it—has always known it. She turns her head away from Lydia and away from the sharp truth of her housecarl’s words; however, that does not stop the acute stab of pain which seems to radiate out from her chest, a depressing shadow which crushes her paper-thin hopes. They dance briefly in the wind like chimes, propped up on the imaginary strings of illusion and dreams as she tries to hold onto them. But it is the stinging of her eyes and later the tears that fall from her lashes which wash them away completely as if they were never really there. Were they ever there?

She sucks in a breath, filling her lungs as the taste of salt and fire coat her tongue, and lets go. “I know, but I wish it didn’t have to be this way.”

#skyrim #skyrim fanfiction #ulfric stormcloak #ulfric x dragonborn #dahlia wintersnow #winter writes #wip wednesday

[aranciafiamma]

The Boy in the Ice pt. 2

2:18 p.m.

Tick-tock tick-tock, says the clock on the wall. It's an heirloom, inherited from her husband's mother. Nowadays, all clocks are digital. Hardly anyone has a clock with hands and cogs and gears that go tick, tock, tick, tock. Mitsuki doesn't have a reason for keeping it, and no reason to throw it away. So the old-fashioned clock hangs on the kitchen wall, marking each second with a tick and a tock. 

Have the seconds always been this slow or was it the effect of her guest?

He sits at the dining table, slouching in his chair. His thin wrists lie on his lap, big brown eyes staring at the clock. He hasn't spoken a word since Katsuki came storming in, with the boy slung over his shoulders. Her son kindly dumped the kid on a chair, then stormed back out to fetch some clothes. Their guest is only wearing his underwear and Mitsuki can't wait to hear the story behind that.

But their guest hasn't spoken a word. She would have thought that the kid was knocked out or something. That would clear things up. Maybe some no-name thug knocked him out, and stole all his stuff. That would explain why he was sitting almost naked in her kitchen.

But he's wide awake and there's no bruises where Mitsuki could see. She wishes that he would talk to her. She tried offering food, setting up a bath, calling the police, and nothing - not a single sound from the kid. Mitsuki seriously considers calling an ambulance because even without any obvious injuries, something in this kid broke.

"Oi, Katsuki! What's wrong with your friend?"

There's thunder down the hall then Katsuki pops back into the kitchen.

"He's not my friend, hag."

"I don't care if he's the freakin' prime minister! Why'd you bring him here and not a hospital?"

"I tried that and he had one of those panic attacks when I suggested it. So I brought him here."

"Here?? Here's no good! Why'd you bring him here?!"

"Yeah, clearly Deku's Mom would have better bedside manners. What was I thinking?"

"Oh, put a cork in it, you little dick. I'm being real serious."

"And I'm not?! Listen, I'll get him help but I had to get him out of the streets first. You didn't see what it was like. He fucking catapulted out of the sky, smoking like that time we let Dad try to barbecue. He was catching everyone's attention and he was only wearing underwear! I had to do something!"

"You and your hothead! It don't always gotta be you pulling this shit! Let the police do their jobs if he wasn't hurting anyone!"

"Yeah, but…" Katsuki crosses his arms like Mitsuki knows he does when he's feeling real soft but trying not to show it. "...But I know him. He was already panicking and a stranger woulda made things worse. He listened to me anyways. And I got him outta there. So."

Well damn. Mitsuki sighs, running a hand through her hair. When it came to handling delicate situations, her boy would not be her first choice for help. But he got this kid to cooperate. Those teachers at UA were on a whole other level because he definitely didn't learn this from her.

"Then what now?"

Katsuki shrugs, shoving a pair of pants and a shirt at their guest. "Oi. Put some clothes on."

Mitsuki sees the kid blink for the first time. He glances at Katsuki before going back to staring at the clock.

"Listen, asshat-"

"How do you know this kid?" Mitsuki cuts in. "Is he from UA?"

"Sure. You could say that. His name's Sawada Tsunayoshi. I'm about a year older, actually. He's only visiting our school from overseas. His family's -"

"Coming."

Mitsuki and Katsuki turn to the kid. Their guest looks the same as always. She almost believes for a second that she was just imagining things, that she had some kind of split second hallucination. Then she catches Katsuki's eyes and from the look on his face, she knows that he heard it too. The kid really did speak.

"The fuck, Sawada?" Her boy sure has a way with words. "That's all you got to say?"

Katsuki dumps his clothes on this Sawada kid's lap. Sawada lifts a hand, picking at the buttons and the zippers. Then he breathes out, long and slow and sounding so painfully tired. Mitsuki studies the dark blotches under his eyes, the way his whole face seems to sag and droop.

"Oi!" Katsuki yells. "What's your fucking damage?"

The kid pays him no attention, pulling on the shirt. His movements are slow and sluggish as if his bones were made from lead and his veins were filled with cotton.

"Sawada, if you don't answer…" Mitsuki pinches the bridge of her nose. "Then we can't help you."

"You can answer the door," Sawada says to the floor. Keeping his head bowed, refusing to look at her - or Katsuki, he tugs on the pants, one leg at a time. 

Mitsuki blinks, squinting at the kid. "What? What the fuck does that m-?"

Knock. Knock.

Mitsuki turns to look at the front door. She's gonna make a wild guess here and say that's what the kid meant. 

The knocking repeats, polite yet firm, pausing to allow for a response. There is nothing overtly threatening or disturbing about the knocks, no urgency or distress in the sounds. And yet, she can't shake the chill spreading through her guts. It's the sensation of standing at the peak of a rollercoaster, looking down and down and down.

Knock-knock, says the door. Tick-tock, says the clock. There's nowhere to run and they've run out of time.

"Okay! Give it a fucking rest, damn!" Katsuki yells, stomping out of the kitchen.

Mitsuki isn't the most gentle of mothers, and she would be the first to say so. But her maternal instincts work perfectly. She wants to pull her boy in - drag him back into her arms where he will be safe. He moves too damn quickly for her to catch, always too damn quick - too damn smart - too damn everything. She could never hold him back, not even for his own good.

The door clicks open.

"Pardon me." The voice is a thick, rumbling bass. It speaks Japanese with a heavy accent, carefully enunciating each syllable. "I am here for Mr. Sawada. He is here, is he not?"

Mitsuki glances at their guest. Sawada is now fully clothed, and looking supremely bored. He even yawns, sliding down his seat like he's about to melt onto the floor. She frowns and joins Katsuki at the front door.

"And who the fuck are you?" Her boy spits out.

"Sorry about the brat," Mitsuki tells their unexpected visitor. She ropes an arm around Katsuki's shoulder, squeezing him a touch too tightly. "He was raised badly."

"You raised me -"

"How can I help you, Mr. … ?"

"Bouche. Croquem Bouche."

He ain't half bad looking, all slick in his black tie and three-piece suit. There's no hint of Japanese descent in his features, at least as far as she could tell. He had white, braided hair and dark brown skin - naturally brown, not tanned or anything. His posture is casually perfect, and by that, she's not talking about some rigid, military parade rest. He's got his arms hanging loose at his sides, with his feet planted and his chin lifted, smiling at them politely. She's done enough modelling to see when someone's calculating their every move, every gesture, every expression. Their visitor is doing everything in his power to be forgettable.

Goosebumps scatter down her arm.

"It's a pleasure to meetcha, Mr. Bouche." She nods at him.

He nods back. "Indeed, madame." And oooh, madame, he says. Mitsuki has been many things - miss, bitch, sweetie, old hag - but she's never been 'madame' before. If her maternal instincts weren't blaring out alarms, she would have been charmed, oh very charmed indeed.

"Mr. Sawada has been missing for a long time. His family is worried about him."

Mitsuki glances at Katsuki, raising an eyebrow. "You never told me that."

"I didn't get a chance!" Katsuki snarls, keeping his eyes on their new visitor. "Listen, fuckwit. He had a damn breakdown outta nowhere, right in the middle of town. So you gotta give me a reason to hand him over like he's some stray pet that wandered into our yard."

"You don't have a yard."

"Asshole, you know that wasn't my point!!"

"Okay! Okay. Settle down there, brat." Mitsuki unwinds the arm around her boy's shoulders, bonking him lightly on the head.

"Don't you tell me-"

"My kid's gotta point. I'm gonna need more than that to let Sawada go anywhere with you."

"He doesn't need your permission," says a voice from behind her.

Mitsuki turns around and finds Sawada standing in the hallway, looking half-asleep and fully bored out of his mind. Katsuki weighs like a whole kilo more than Sawada, so Katsuki's clothes sag and slip over his twiggy limbs. He ends up looking like a chocolate bar left in the car on a hot summer's day - a little, mundane tragedy. 

"Aight, so you just gonna go with him or what?" Katsuki asks, blunt as always.

Mitsuki frowns. "... Sawada, if you don't want to go… I don't care about my permission. It's yours that matters."

Sawada snorts and it is an ugly, bitter noise. "My permission is even less important. Right, Croquem? I've never had a say in any of this."

Mituski looks back at their visitor. His smile has transformed into a frown, just a small and slight curve on his lips.

"Mr. Sawada, we need you back home. Please don't make this any more difficult than it has to be."

"Yeah," Mitsuki cuts in. "But if he doesn't wanna go with you, then he doesn't wanna go with you. So I'll need ya to back off, buddy."

This Croquem guy opens his mouth to reply but Sawada beats him to the punch.

"He can't just leave. He has a job to do. So I hafta come with him. Or else…" 

Sawada's breath hitches and for a split second, Mitsuki thinks that he's about to cry. But no, Sawada barks out a laugh, dry and thin and slithering out his throat like a venomous snake. 

"Or else the snipers will fire."

Silence explodes in her ears. Mitsuki stares at Sawada, jaw hanging loose. She expects him to say "Psyche!" or "Gotcha!" because surely, he could not have meant what he just said. She doesn't live in an action movie, thank you very much! She is a housewife. She cooks. She cleans. Sometimes, she tries to be a mother. She has nothing to do with snipers.

But Sawada says not another word, nothing to indicate that he was joking at all. 

So yes, as a matter of fact, snipers. They exist in her world now.

"You cannot be fucking serious!" Katsuki shouts, hands lighting up. 

He's wearing a t-shirt and sweats - clothes to wear when running errands in town not a full blown battle royale. But the easy way he just settles down to get ready, the sharp switch from "at home" to "in combat", Mitsuki sees this and thinks again that perhaps training children to fight was not a very good idea. It might actually be terrible and outright harmful, maybe. Children shouldn't be so prepared for violence.

"Now hold up!" Mitsuki claps one hand on Katsuki's shoulder, just in case. But in case of what - well, she doesn't wanna think about that. "Y'all better be messing around! What's this sniper bullshit?" 

"There are no snipers." The deep bass of Bouche's voice washes over them like a tidal wave. 

"Hah?! Like fuck there's not?! I'll make ya regret -"

Mitsuki blocks out Katsuki's words and returns her attention to their visitor. He has no expression - not a smile, not a frown, not a grimace - perfectly blank. He hasn't moved and she can't find a single line of tension in his body. There's even odds on him telling the truth or lying to their faces.

" - the fuck do you think you are -"

"I ain't playing no games here," she hisses out.

"And I tell no lies, madame." Bouche nods at her.

"Sure, of course," Sawada replies, dryer than a river bed in a drought. Mitsuki looks over to find him running a hand through his hair. 

" - the balls on this bastard's gonna get burned - "

"Let's just get this over with." Sawada sucks in a lungful of air, and then, as if reciting a script, he says, "If I go with you, will you promise that you won't hurt them?"

"- oh you've gotta be shitting me!"

"No - What - There's -!" Mitsuki turns her head back and forth between Sawada and Bouche. Honestly, this is a pain in the neck, and she means that literally. "I'mma need y'all to run that shit way back."

"Hey, asswipe! Who's the hero in training here? It ain't fucking you! So don't pull that 'noble sacrifice' crap - !"

"Bakugou." Sawada pins his eyes on her boy. 

He doesn't say anything else but their name and her boy snaps his mouth shut. Even Mitsuki freezes and Sawada isn't even talking to her.

"You are a hostage. I don't care if you want to die. But if you don't want your mother to die, then stay put," Sawada continues. 

He stands straighter now, knees locked and shoulders hunched forward. Katsuki's baggy clothes still make him look smaller than he actually is. But somehow, the air about him has shifted, heavier and thicker than the bored, blase vibe from before. Like this, Mitsuki couldn't take her eyes off him, and her lizard hindbrain told her that if she did, it would be the last thing she does 

"But there aren't any snipers," Bouche repeats.

"Enough. I'm going already. Drop the act." 

There's a pause. Mitsuki hears the shifting of satin and cotton. Bouche is moving but she's facing Sawada so she can't see what he's up to. 

"As you wish, Mr. Sawada. Shall we depart?" 

Sawada sighs and, like a flower folding shut, his solid presence sinks back into him. Once again, in Mitsuki's eyes, he appears to be only a sad, thin, tired teenager - nothing more and nothing less.

She shakes her head, wrestling with her pulse. "Wait. What-"

Mitsuki turns around, a question - an accusation - something at the tip of her tongue. But all her words flee when she locks eyes with Bouche. For the first time, she gets a clear read of his expression. With eyes half-shut, and lips pressed thin, Bouche looks resigned. Whatever brought him to their door, any motivation or determination, has guttered out like a candle in a storm.

"If you don't wish for any harm to fall on yourself or your boy, then you will not follow us," Bouche tells her.

Sawada walks past Bouche without a glance of acknowledgement, disappearing out the door. Katsuki lets out a half-smashed shout and moves to lunge - hoping to grab Sawada before he can fully leave. Mitsuki catches his shoulder before he can get too close, but Katsuki has trained so hard - lifting weights and running marathons, he is much stronger than her. She yanks him back somehow, through sheer desperation as a mother attempting to keep her child close.

Bouche bows, in a proper and courteous Japanese farewell. Katsuki has managed to form words - curse words mostly with insults thrown in. Bouche pays that no attention as he excuses himself. Mitsuki can't comprehend what he's saying - not due to any flaw in his speech but because her mind is filled with white static. Her ears are ringing. Her heart is racing. Her legs are rubber, barely able to keep her standing.

The door clicks shut. 

2:29 p.m.

"But there really weren't any snipers."

"You know that. I know that. They don't. Now, they won't do anything stupid like follow us."

"I could have just-"

"Touch them with your flames, Croquem. And I roast you alive."

…

…

…

"Understood, sir."

1:01 p.m.

Byakuran stares at the assorted members of the Vongola and their plus one assembled before him. There's Iemitsu Sawada, front and center, talking to Yuni about their little scheme. There's Coyote Nougat, next to Iemitsu, coordinating Vongola Nono's guardians. There's Lal Mirch, off to the side, securing the perimeter with the others from CEDEF. There's Xanxus, settled a good distance from all of them, lounging about on his portable throne because he would bring such a thing.

For Xanxus, extravagance is the norm, and notably, he's the only one acting normal. The rest of his posse stand oddly silent and still, huddled around their boss. With keen eyes, they pin stares on everyone around them, keeping an eerie and solemn vigil. Even Squalo is quiet and that's like a mirror breaking, or salt spilling, or a tea cup cracking. It's a bad, very bad, no good sign. Byakuran feels a chill skitter down his spine and looks up to find Xanxus staring straight at him. In that split second of eye contact, they shared an understanding.

"Right!" Byakuran claps his hands. "Well, this is a party! I don't have nearly enough marshmallows for everyone, so you know what, I'm just gonna make a quick conbini stop. Cool? Cool. Peace."

Before anyone could try and stop him, Byakuran leaps into the air and soars away. Some would call him a coward for fleeing. Some would call him wise for retreating. Both would be very wrong. See, the right answer requires the correct question. So here's a riddle for all the folks playing at home. 

What is scarier than a serial killer in plain sight?

There's no need for Sherlock Holmes to answer this. But if the answer isn't immediately obvious, that's okay too. Byakuran took a hot second to figure it out himself. Xanxus got it instantly, of course. He's such a smart cookie under all that spicy rage.

So what is scarier than a serial killer in plain sight? A hitman that you can't see!

And from Byakuran's headcount, they were missing out on some chaos.

12:48 p.m.

"Skies are notoriously greedy. They are the only one with an innate need to bond. If denied long enough, baby skies get positively feral. And a lonely Sky is a dangerous Sky because they're liable to bond with anyone regardless of compatibility without even a proper courtship."

"Courtship?" Aizawa raises a curious brow.

They're Nedzu's office. Nedzu is seated in his chair and Aizawa stands to his left, Chiyo to the right. The two boys, Gokudera and Yamamoto, are in front of them. Yamamoto is in a chair, and he's not sitting more than he is lounging - legs spread wide, head tipped up, and one arm thrown over the backrest. He looks like the textbook definition of "at ease", right down to his wry, little smirk - so of course, that must be a front. In stark contrast, Gokudera's posture is immaculate - shoulders even, spine straight, and feet flat on the floor. Aizawa could put a book on Gokudera's head and it would stay perfectly balanced. But even if the boy keeps his body language controlled, his face - especially his eyes - give everything away.

Gokudera coughs into his fist, cheeks turning pink. "Yes. Courtship. Even though skies are outnumbered 10 to 1, the Sky has to prove themselves to their chosen guardian. You see, skies can suffer immense damage from loneliness but guardians do not. Guardians can live their whole lives without ever looking twice at a Sky. So even though some seek out powerful Skies, ultimately the Sky chooses who to court. You cannot force a Sky to court you, period end of story."

"What does courting entail?" Nedzu frowns, tapping a claw on his desk.

"It depends on what type of guardian they are. Some have more than one type. However, courting usually depends on an individual's primary type. Let's see..."

Gokudera starts ticking off fingers.

"Storms like to be dominated. Suns like to be chased. Lightnings like to be protected. Rains like to be impressed. Mists like to be surprised. Clouds like to be challenged."

Aizawa blinks, feeling a headache build behind his eyes. "What does that all mean?"

"The specifics vary between Skies and their guardians. But the basic idea is rooted in the type. For example, Storms are destructive - usually externally but there's a lot of internal stuff going on too. We need someone that can withstand everything we throw at them, someone that won't flinch at the sight of our worst, someone who can force us away from our destructive impulses - an eye to the storm, essentially. So if a Sky can overpower a storm, then the Storm will recognize them as worthy. Sometimes, it's a flat out, knock down brawl. Other times, it can be as simple as lecturing sense back into someone and not taking their bullshit."

Gokudera rubs his chin.

"Mind you, bonding isn't strictly a linear process. Sometimes courtships happen in order to judge compatibility. Sometimes, there is already a level of compatibility but that doesn't mean both parties are ready to bond then and there. So courtship happens to assure each other that this is the right choice."

"So. It's dating," Nedzu says wryly. "It's dating with pizzazz but it's basically dating. You go out a few times, see if you like each other, then you get married. Or maybe you already like each other and you go out to see if marriage is for you."

"Well, duh! Why else would we wear rings?" Yamamoto laughs here. "You know, when Tsuna asked us to be his, he offered us rings? Ah, but we don't wear the rings anymore so it's not as obvious. You shoulda seen them though. Mine was blue."

"Illuminating commentary from the baseball idiot, as per usual." Gokudera rolls his eyes.

"Okay. Fine." Aizawa leans forward so he can be at eye level with their guests. "But what does that have to do with anything?"

Chiyo snorts. "Isn't it obvious, Aizawa? They're going through a divorce."

Chiyo has stayed silent this whole time, so Aizawa thought that she was simply processing all this information. But he didn't give Chiyo enough credit. She is a battle-hardened old woman who has seen more of life than he has. She wasn't just listening - she was waiting too, for the right moment when her words could deal the heaviest of blows. And she sure hit hard. Her words cause both boys to flinch. Yamamoto wears a frown for the first time since… Actually, this may be the very first time that Aizawa has seen Yamamoto frown. Hmmm.

"Tenth is going through some things." 

"Understatement." Nedzu agrees.

"Look, we're trying to help him, alright?!"

Nedzu gets to his feet. "And you are failing. Or does Tsunayoshi always court death every time he experiences emotional turmoil?"

Gokudera opens his mouth, shuts it, then opens it again. "Well. As a matter of fact-"

"That's not good!" Chiyo fires back. "I cannot believe this must be said, but that isn't okay! He is clearly in need of help, and you are not enough! Sometimes, people need more than their friends! Sometimes, they need -"

"Their enemies."

Aizawa jolts, immediately grabbing hold of his scarf. Next to him, Nedzu's fur stands up and his claws have punctured the desk. He hears Chiyo make a strange, choking noise as her next words abruptly transform into a gasp. The boys react in largely the same way and that's something to note. Yamamoto leaps out of his seat, so fast that the chair gets knocked down. He whips around, keeping his stance low to the ground, with one hand clutching his necklace. Gokudera spins on his heel, the muscles in his back pulling in tight. With a single fluid move, he draws out two fistfuls of dynamite as a lit cigarette appears between his teeth. Honestly, where was he keeping all that?

They all face the doorway. The door should have been shut and locked. Aizawa locked it himself. But that is not what he sees. Where the closed door should be, there stood a stranger. At the sight of this newcomer, the boys do something curious. They react very differently. Yamamoto keeps a hand on his necklace, sticking to his combat stance. Gokudera sputters out foreign syllables, allowing the dynamite fuses to die out one by one.

Aizawa makes note of this before turning his attention to the unknown man - the tall, dark, and handsome man. He restores this trite and overused cliche back to a timeless classic. Now, Aizawa doesn't care about his looks. He goes to work - both night and day shift - in what Nemuri likes to call "hobo chic". But seeing this man, in his black, bespoke suit with his perfectly coiffed hair, Aizawa is made keenly aware of how disrespectful he must seem, leaving his hair uncombed and his face unshaven.

"Dramatic as always." Yamamoto snorts. "Strutting in with a clever quip, you never change, baby."

Oh wait. This guy should not be here. Wow. Did he seriously forget that? Sure, this guy's hot as fuck but Aizawa knows better than to get so easily distracted. He's not a horny teenager anymore, for fuck's sake. Get a grip! 

"Who are you?!" He barks out, his fists tightening around his scarf. "How'd you get in here?!"

The trespasser - because that's what he is - the trespasser leans against the doorway, and he smirks - a clever little twist of his lips. Oh, he knows. He knows that he's hot shit, and he's about to make it everybody's problem.

"Baby? Clearly I'm fully grown, so I can change. Unless, we're using pet names now. Is that right, darling?" The trespasser drawls, smooth and warm as the finest of coffees. He didn't even try to answer Aizawa, focusing on the two boys as if everyone else was just cheap decor.

"Yeah, quit fucking around, baseball idiot!" Gokudera snaps. The kid's got his back to Aizawa so he can't really see his face. But Aizawa can hear a hint of fear in his voice. His hands shake as he puts away the dynamite.

From the short time that they've known each other, Aizawa knows three things about this kid. He's loud. He's smart. He never shows his back to anyone from UA. He's always facing them head-on, ready to throw down at any moment. If he's got his back to Aizawa now, then either he's starting to trust them more… Or this trespasser deserves - no, requires his undivided attention. Aizawa is no fool. He knows which is more likely.

"Hey, I asked you a question!" Aizawa tries again because he didn't become a hero by quitting quickly.

Surprise, surprise, the trespasser ignores him once more. "Well, it turns out that my kids took a field trip. And they didn't bother to invite their dear old teacher. We can't have that, can we?" 

"Aizawa, you have my full permission to capture this trespasser," Nedzu speaks up, and Aizawa admires the steadiness in his voice. "With the use of your quirk, if necessary."

At last, that catches the trespasser's attention. He shifts his gaze unto Nedzu, then Chiyo, then finally Aizawa. The black of his eyes peer out from under his wide-brimmed fedora and Aizawa is viscerally reminded of a predator, hidden in the shadows of tall grass. He tells himself that he is not prey and he tries to believe it.

"Oh excuse me, I've been very rude, haven't I? Allow me to introduce myself." The trespasser tips hat. "I'm Reborn. I'm their home tutor."

#khr #mha #bnha #katekyo hitman reborn #my hero academia

[realasslesbian]

I’m just riffing here, so don’t @ me, but I’ve been thinking about different lesbian experiences (and specifically about how my experience as a gold star lesbian is often side-lined and demonized) and it’s sort of just occurred to me that probably most lesbians are merely disinterested in men, rather than sharing the same visceral repulsion for males as I do. And I guess because safe spaces for lesbian discussion are few and far between I’ve just never seen this distinction really talked about. 

Like, the overarching definition of a lesbian is a female exclusively attracted to other females. It doesn’t really matter what way you feel about men, besides being unattracted to them ofc. So theoretically I can understand how a lesbian who is merely disinterested in men could have had a boyfriend, or even a husband and kids, because she thought bad sex and no romance was just a woman’s lot in life. I can understand that, and if that’s your situation so be it, but I can’t relate to it.

For me, the idea of just ‘trying men’ is like the idea of just ‘trying a goat’. No amount of bullying or ostracism or even beating the shit outta me is going to convince me to fuck a goat. Or a man lmao Because I’m biologically hard-wired on the deepest level to find that shit extremely repellent. That doesn’t make me more or less of a lesbian, because being a lesbian is simply about exclusive attraction to women, but it also doesn’t mean I deserve to be made a pariah out of it.

I never see lesbians talking about the specific experience of being repulsed by males. And it is a specific experience. You can’t just hide behind a boyfriend in high school. You can’t just pretend to yourself that you’re a normal heterosexual girl. Maybe you don’t even know you’re a lesbian yet, but you’re quickly gonna find out you’re a weirdo when all your friends are talking about how hot men are and you’re just there like ‘lol tf??’ Then you get past high school (hopefully) and you gotta contend with every other lesbian having kids and baby daddies and treating you like you’re immature bc you ain’t never tried men and ain’t raised no children. There’s just this constant awareness that, even among lesbians, you’re ‘different’. And I just never see that perspective in the media or talked about or anything. Unless it’s to say how lesbians like me are evil and need to shut up or whatever.

But anyway, that’s just my anecdotal tale. Take it or leave it. 

#lesbian #lgbt #gold star lesbian #gold star lesbian safe #gold star lesbian positivity #gold star lesbians DO interact #also #childfree #tbh #because I feel like being repulsed by males #being a gold star lesbian #and being childfree #are all experiences that lead into one another #and are all experiences that are judged to the extreme #so #childfreedom

[kiankiwi]

He's a Big Boy :

Summary: Austin slips on the red carpet after you call him a "big boy"

*

You could tell that Austin wasn't his usual self tonight. Usually on red carpets he was excited, bubbly and eager to talk to everyone about his latest project and even some upcoming ones if he was allowed. But today, something's off. You couldn't tell if he was just not having a good time, if he was feeling sick or was feeling fuzzy tonight but something just wasn't right.

And you two were in the middle of the red carpet being blinded by hundreds of cameras and hearing your names in every direction asking you to pose this way or that so there was no way you could get him alone to ask him.

So you decided to use your secret code for talking on the red carpet. You tapped his hand three times as you held it with your thumb. Tap, tap, tap. Are. You. Okay? Austin scrunched his eyes shut and dropped his head and you perked up, noticing he had just probably ruined people's shots on purpose. Then, in answer to your taps, he looked at you and touched his temple indicating he felt fuzzy. He then leaned down to whisper in your ear, "Been feeling it since we got here but trying to shove it down." You nodded and touched your dainty necklace, another sign of yours silently asking, Do we need to go home? Austin shook his head and squeezed your hand reassuringly. No, I'm okay.

You were of course worried about your husband but tried to shake it off the way he was trying to and pretend everything was fine. Keeping a tight grip on Austin's hand you turned back to the many photographers in front of you and put on your biggest smile.

As you walked the carpet, Austin kept being interviewed by several people. You let him have his moment but he kept you close for comfort. "And Y/N how're you?" You snapped out of your daze noticing they were pulling you into Austin's interview. "Hi, I'm wonderful. I'm just so glad Austin's being recognized for his hardwork." You said, smiling at Austin and rubbing his back. You were really so proud of your boy.

The interviewer smiled at you. "You two are the it couple of Hollywood right now, everyone loves you." You could tell Austin was blushing beside you. "I just love how your guys's height difference, it's so cute!" Austin smiled but only you saw his sign for help me. He touched his chin and rubbed. "Yeah, he's a big boy. I love his height too

"Um, t-thank you. I know both my w-wife and I are so grateful for the love everyone s-shows us and she tells me everyday how proud of me she is. I love it so much." You could easily see Austin was slipping faster and faster. He was stuttering a bit more and squeezing the hand that wasn't held in yours into a tight fist. "I'm so proud of you baby." You said, going up on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. You could feel Austin's blush under your lips.

"Thanks mama." Oh shit, he needs to go now. You could tell the interviewer was confused if the name was a nickname of yours or if he accidentally seriously just called you mama? Luckily she let you go quickly. "Alright, I'll let you two go before you miss the premiere. Enjoy lovelies!"

You two waved and spedwalked away, ignoring the yells of the many photographers wanting you to pose more for them. You pulled Austin into a private corner and you could tell the poor thing was near tears. "I'm sorry mama, i-it just slipped out.. I-I didn't mean to! Promise!" You nodded, reaching up and running your hand through his blonde curls. "I know baby, I know. Let's get outta here huh?" Austin sniffled. "W-we can't..." You shrugged. "We can baby, we can just leave. I'll make up an excuse later, let's just go home and get you in bed okay?" "A-and you'll lay with me?" You nodded. "And we can watch Max and Ruby how does that sound?" Austin nodded, wiping his tears. "please mama!"

You took Austin's hand and squeezed, "Keep your head down and stay quiet okay?" He nodded. No one knew he was a little and he didn't want to accidentally reveal anything tonight. He was way too tired to deal with that now.

"'Kay mama. We have moo-moo?" You nodded. "Moo-moo's waiting for you in the car." You assured him, referring to his favorite cow plushie.

*

Finally I wrote some tiny aus! I missed him!!!

I hope to write some more little!aus soon!!

@mooodyblue @arianatheangel-girl @plasticfantasticl0ver @elvisbf @weluvnoelle

#little!aus #tiny austin #austin butler fanfic #kiwiswriting