#nothing good can come from it oh my god
if authors being so accessible was a mistake
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this is going to be me with this drawing im doing rn
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can i get dave strider having a kid with his s/o? maybe the beta kids helping raise the little sucker too? thank you!!
longest post I've made yet- all under the cut
It was unexpected and definitely not planned
But that doesn’t mean he isn’t happy he’s more nervous if anything
He doesn’t want to end up like Bro
“Are you sure? holy shit-”
He puts both his hands on your tummy and tried to feel around for the baby
He did this every single day of your pregnancy
His friends all were excited as hell!
But they didn’t believe you at first they just thought you guys were pranking them
“Come on Dave, even I can see through this one!”
“I’m not kidding”
Jade would try to hear the baby with her dog ears
Like put her ear to your stomach and listen to the baby
It really hit him he was gonna be a dad when you really started showing like 5 months in
It hit him harder and he swore he heard soft music box playing in the background
He was scared but he know he would be fine he had you after all!
He had his first light now a second one that will shine just a bright if not brighter
This what inspired to get him the music box
While you both were decorating the nursery
He got a music box made with all the aspects on it
In the middle instead of a ballerina a dove
Delicate,sweet and upbringing
A new beginning
“I thought it fit was gonna do a mixtape but I realized it wouldn’t fit”
He would rap to the baby
Like just while you guys were sitting in silence just Dave starts rapping to the baby
You would be confused but ultimately let it go
He would definitely have a baby outfit of his god tier outfit
And little shades for the bab
He also barely left your side
Good luck getting rid of him he is like a little duckling
He felt the first kick after rapping to it
He kissed your belly after he finished
As soon as his lips made contact with your skin
“The baby just kicked my face what the fuck little man I thought we had an agreemant? “
The birth was more planned then you would expect
He didn’t want anything bad to happen to you
You already would be in a lot of pain
So it would be better to make it easy as possible
When you finally did go into labour it was kind of funny
You guys were playing an aggressive game of uno with his friends
“Sorry John everyman for himself”
“SHUT AND S/O DON'T ACT LIKE YOU DIDN’T SKIP ME THREE TIMES”
“Oh really now?? Not my fault-”
“Are you okay s/o??”
“ oh! it’s nothing my water just broke”
He was freaking out cause it was earlier then normal!
He was worried that something would happen to you or the baby
He confided this in you
“I’ll be fine”
It was surprisingly smooth!
Until the end
You were gripping his hand way more
Apparently there was an issue
Luckily thy didn’t kick him out
But he was panicking
But as soon as he felt his hand being released from a tight hold and wailing that filled the room
He almost started crying
Until he noticed
You weren't moving
You’re stats were dropping he was terrified he was gonna lose you
Minutes felt like hours as they dealt with you
A few hours later you woke up better
“Baby?? Oh thank fuck! I thought I was gonna lose you”
You gpt many kisses and nuzzles
Then you got the baby
Hid heart with love as he watched his two lights snuggling with one and other
He was scared to hold the baby
Got a hang on it pretty quickly
His favourite thing was when they grabbed on to his finger
After Dave and you Rose was next to hold the baby
She already adored the dear having books ready to read them
John was next and he was giggling the entire time
“They’re so small!”
“I know right!! Tiny fingers and all!”
The first nights were horrible your baby was quite the cryer
Even though you lacked a lot of sleep you both we’re happy
The beta kids were already so in love with you’re little one they wanted to see them everyday!
On the days where you and Dave needed a break and just wanted to spend together
John and Jade are almost always up for babysitting duty!
On the days where John took them it would be a fun night for baby and John! (minus the gross baby stuff)
He would show the magic, nick cage movies while they’re in their bouncer
to get them to bed he would play piano for them!
“Jeez you’re a lot of work! Not that I don’t mind! You’re just tiring out your uncle here!”
When Rose would take them it would be a quiet night
Reading to them,fixing up some of their toys and stuffys,taking them out for walks in the stroller
She would have ocean sounds in the background of her reading to them to get them to sleep
“I truly do wonder what do you have in store in your future only time will tell I suppose”
Jade however would try to take the baby everywhere only to be stopped by Bec
Oh yeah Bec loves the bab always snuggling the baby also doing that cat thing where they pick up their cub in their mouth except this time it’s their jumper
But mainly Jade would watch shows with them,draw with them and try to get them into gardening
May have found out if your baby is allergic to any flowers that way-
But bedtime would mainly be snuggles and soft music in the background
And Bec snuggling around the both of them
“Night night! Little one you will be amazing one day I just know it!!’
While all them together is
They all wanted the baby that day
And you were sick of it so he just called them all over
“All of them? You sure about this babe?”
“Should get them to shut up”
It was crazy
They all wanted to take the baby different places and they were all arguing about it until
A loud sob took them all out of their trances
It was panic until the baby calmed down
They all decided they would take the baby out for a bit then come back for shows
While they were out John was playing with them in their stroller and Jade was walking Bec at the same time while Rose was actually rolling the stroller
“Look at that Mr.Bear is saying hello!”
“It’s miss frizzle”
When they returned for shows and snacks
It was a debate to watch
Jade said kid shows John said Nic cage
In the end Rose Decided a family friendly show
when you and Dave came back you were greeted too three people snuggling the baby
“Guess it wasn’t that bad of a idea looks like they had fun”
(this is by far the longest post I've made I had so much fun with this)
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a dreamsmp x reader where a young (y/n) wants to rebuild an old old kingdom before they have to be crowned to rule over their parents kingdom. with the help of their friends and a couple of servants, they hope to rebuild it all with out their parent knowing about it.
part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4
unedited, so their will be parts that are off
actual story ooooo
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Nikki and (y/n) have been riding their horse for over an hour. It started to get a bit painful so they decided to take a break in a small clearing in the woods.
They set up a small picnic filled with baked goods, bread and sandwiches. They had plenty of water and hooked up thunder in a tree not far from them.
"How are you not tired? We all wake up at ungodly hours in the castle." (Y/n) asked, taking a bite of their sandwich. Nikki giggled. "I've had to stay up for days to get orders done for some clients. What about you?" (Y/n) sighed. "Slept for awhile before we left. I can't stay up like you can." They laughed, setting their sandwich down. "Thats fair, will you be able to stay awake before we get there?" Niki asks, drinking some water.
"Mm Idk, might sleep on you while we travel." They both laugh a bit. "If you do, I'm kicking you off." (Y/n) dramatically gasps. "You wouldn't!" They jokingly say, making Nikki giggle slightly. "Oh i would! Watch your back (n/n)." (Y/n) smiled.
"Aww we are friends!" The two of them continue to joke like this, occasionally eating and such.
The sun continued to rise as they talked. Birds chirped and flew above them, some even trying to eat some of their food. The breeze was nice and soft, the air warmer than it was when they first left. Flowers flicked softly as the wind pushed them, along with the grass around them. It was a peaceful morning, two newly made friends chatting and enjoying eachothers company.
The two of them soon finished up, packing up and hun hooking thunder to the neighboring tree. They made sure thunder was well fed and such before getting on him. They made sure to leave nothing behind.
“Ready nikki?” (y/n) asked, hopping on the horse. Nikki nodded, getting on as well. “Don't fall asleep on me, okay?” (y/n) rolled their eyes. “Wouldn't dream of it.” Nikki smiled. “Good, cause your not gonna be dreaming on my watch.” they both laughed, starting up their journey once more.
It took a couple more hours and some stops, but they finally made it to the neighboring village to the arctic kingdom. The drastic weather change hit them harshly, having to grab the coats and appropriate clothes they packed for this weather. “I forgot how cold it was around here. I wonder how they even manage to have a garden in their castle…” (y/n) says, hugging onto nikki more so than before. “I've never even been here before. Never imagined how could it would be..”
They stopped at a random motel esc thing in the village. They hooked up thunder in the horse pen nearby, grabbing their bags and walking inside. Ordering a room threw niki, the two of them got into their room and collapsed on the bed there.
“Oh god i forgot how tiring traveling was. You good there niki?” (y/n) asked the pinkett, rolling over to face her. “Everything hurts.” she says, muffled by the blankets beneath her.she laid face down so it was a bit hard to hear, but they managed “Yeah i get that. We should get a bit of sleep before going to the castle.'' Nikki nodded, rolling onto her side instead of the uncomfortable position she was in before.
They fell asleep quite easily, having been up for longer than they were used to. Niki slept soon after, snoring softly. It was peaceful, for a bit, but they had to get up eventually.
It was past noon when they awoke, groaning softly. Nikki was still sleeping, drooling a bit. (y/n) shook her awake. “Come on get up!” niki sat up, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. "What time is it?" She asked, her voice slightly hoarse. "A bit past noon. We should buy some things at the market out of town, sense We've run out of food." Nikki nodded, looking down at her cloths. "Oh god i slept in my shoes…" Nikki says, slipping off the soft mattress. (y/n) nodded, getting off as well. “Yeah we both did. Thank god we didn't get the bed all messed up. Come on, we need to a market.” niki nodded, readjusting her clothes. “Let's go then!”
The market wasn't too much to brag about. It was small and selled the basic things any market would. When they two of them got back, it had reached around 6 pm. (y/n) opened the door to the room they were staying in, sitting in one of the chairs. “Can't believe we had to travel that far to get to the market outside of town.” Nikki nodded, sitting on the bed, taking off her shoes this time. “Yeah, the snow didn't help either. Thunder wasn't having a fun time with that one.” (y/n) nodded, looking out the window of their room. It was nearly dark.
“How do you think we're gonna get into the castle without them thinking we're gonna kill them or something?” niki said, getting up and slowly walking up towards (y/n). “I don't know, if tommys room has changed or he isn't there, we might have to go to techno.” niki nodded. “Getting caught will make things messy.” (y/n) looked at their bag of stuff, the letters nearly falling out the bag. “This better go well. Tommy should be back from his trip with their army, there's no threat of war, everything should be okay.” niki nodded, looking out the window. It had gotten dark, the only light there was came from intown or their room. “We need to wait till midnight.” she said, plopping on the bed. “Yeah, midnight is always the best option. Wanna read till then? I brought a book or two.” niki nodded while (y/n) whent to their bag and grabbed the book in question. “I'll read to you! I like telling stories so..”
(y/n) climbed into bed next to their friend, opening the book. They start to read, niki reading along as well.
This went on till it had reached around midnight, the book being forgotten about and the both of them being fully dressed and prepared to get to the castle.
“We shouldn't take thunder, he could be more trouble than good.” niki says, lacing up her boots. “Yeah, you're probably right. Got your stuff?” she nodded, having reduced her bag to only things that would help with them sneaking into the castle.
“Alright, let's get going then!”
Niki and (y/n), making sure thunder wouldn't leave, left the small hotel for the arctic kingdom, wearing appropriate clothing for the harsh arctic weather that happens in the night. The kingdom was pretty lively at night, cloaking the two of them. Reaching the outside of the castle, they noticed no one was guarding the gate. (y/n) thought for a second, then remembered a secret entrance they and Tommy used when they were younger.
“Niki, follow me.” she nodded, walking with (y/n) to the side of the castle. They noticed a window with a light on, one of the few ones on this side of the castle. (y/n) looked down, seeing a crack in the big wall that surrounded it. It was made of iron bars, one of which had been broken for years. They walked through, trying not to get hurt by the metal. (y/n) looked at niki. “This isn't a crime right?” they asked. “Breaking and entering? Definitely not.” she joked, looking up at the castle. “Which ones the right window?” (y/n) pointed to one of the windows. “The one to the left of the lit one. That's a storage room, so we can enter and sneak towards Tommy's room.”
Niki nodded, looking into their bag. “Wait how are we going to get up there?” she asked, looking back at their friend. (y/n) pointed towards the vines leading up to the window. “Vines. They should be sturdy enough to still go up. If not...we’ll be in a lot of pain.” niki sighed. “So reassuring.” they laughed, starting to get onto the vine. “It should be fine.”
They climbed up the vines, their breath being shown in the cold air. The vines were pretty sturdy, being thick enough to hold them up. Niki stayed behind, waiting for (y/n) to get through the window. (y/n) looked at the window, it being closer to them now. They noticed it was opened slightly, the room letting hot air escape. They climbed up a bit more, latching onto the window. They looked inside, seeing the door open to the small room. They sighed, opening the window and climbing threw. Once landing onto the floor of the castle, they looked out the window towards niki, waving her up.
“WHO’S THERE!?!??” (y/n) jumped, looking towards the person who just yelled at them.
They saw wilbur holding a lantern in his hand, taking a look at the person who had just broken into his home. “Oh goddamnit..” wilbur lowers the lantern, looking at the disappointed person. “..wait (y/n)?? what are you doing here?” they sighed, stepping away from the window. “Heyyy will. This isn't awkward at all.” they sighed. “Please don't arrest me and my friend.” will, looking towards the window. “You brought a friend?” (y/n) looked at the window, seeing niki latch onto it. They helped her up. “Okay now we-AHH PRINCE WILBUR!” niki shouts, hiding behind (y/n). Wilbur laughs slightly.
“Yeah, we got caught right away.” (y/n) says, looking at the pinkett. Niki moved out from behind them, waving shyly at the prince. “Hi...im niki.” wilbur smiled. “Nice to meet you niki. Now, what are you two doing sneaking in here when you know you can just enter like you normally did.” (y/n) and niki look at each other. “That's a long story that you can tell phil.or my dad.” Wilbur sighed, moving away from the door. “Come on, we’ll go to my room. This better not be illegal.” (y/n) chuckled. “Trust me, it already is.”
The three of them walked threw the castle, noticing just how dark and lonely it can be at night. Wilbur turned the corner heading towards the last door in the hall. He opened it, letting the two of them in. It was of decent size. The room was covered in papers, the walls being barren while the bed and desk covered. Some had ink spilled on them, either as a mistake or out of rage. (y/n) looked towards the prince. “What's all this about?” they asked, pointing towards his untidy desk. He sighed. “Tell my why your here first.” he moved the papers from off his bed so the two of them could sit down. “Fine fine.” they said, sitting on the bed. Niki followed. Wilbur closed the door, deciding to just lean against the wall.
(y/n) looked into their bag, pulling out the paper on the old kingdom of lmanburg, handing it to wilbur. “A few days ago I found this in one of my parents' history books. It had fallen out so I read it. It's about an old kingdom destroyed by a group who didn't like its ideals, probably anarchists or something. Since I wanted to get out of the castle for a while, I decided to go see it, rebuild it if you will. When I told father he didn't let me, however, niki and another friend, Karl, helped me out. I wanted to rebuild the kingdom with tommy and tubbo, so me and niki whent to see him and give him the letter i was originally just gonna send him. Now here we are, in your room.”
Wilbur was reading over the paper (y/n) had given him. He smiled, handing it back to (y/n). “I could maybe help out. Tommy just got back so he's in a deep sleep right now. I'll hide you here till the morning when I'll bring him in here. There's one condition though.” Wilbur states. Niki nodded her head. “What is it?”
“I help rebuild lmanburg. I like its past ideals and wanna help out. I've been wanting to get out of here for awhile, Phil leaving everything to me has been taxing. I won't be king for a long while, so I've got time.” (y/n) stood up. “Do you have a year?” the young man nodded, stepping forward off the wall. “Yeah i think so, do we have a deal young one?” he asked, holding his hand out. (y/n) looked towards Nikki, who nodded her head. (Y/n) turned back, smiling. They took his hand. “We have a deal, also I'm not that young.” he chuckled, ruffling their heads. “Sure kid.” They laughed together.
The three of them talked the rest of the night, none of them really getting tired. It was light out when someone knocked on wilburs door. They opened it without any warning, scaring the three of them. (y/n) accidentally fell on the floor while niki grabbed a carrot from her bag as a weapon.
“Heh? Wait (y/n) why are you on the floor.'' They looked up to see an unimpressed techno at the door. Wilbur rushed towards techno, shoving him inside and closing the door behind him. He made sure to lock it this time.
“Heeeyyy techno.” they said, getting up. Niki shyly put away her carrot weapon. Techno sighed. “What are you doing here?” he asked, standing next to will. “Well firstly, please dont tell Phil or my dad, secondly it's a long story.” they said, gesturing to the bed. Techno sighed, sitting down. The three of them told him what was going on, and why they had to stay a secret. Techno looked at the three of them.
“Fine i won't tell phil, but in turn you have to braid my hair like you used to.” (y/n) smiled, nodding. “I won't be able to put any flowers in it though.” techno stood up, shaking his head. “When you're talking to Tommy, I'll get the flowers. I'll go distract Phil while you three head to Tommy's room though. I woke him up before i got here so.” (y/n) nodded, thanking the immortal man. He nodded, walking out the room.
“Why does lmanburg sound so familiar?” he said to himself, walking through the halls.
Wilbur turned to niki and (y/n). “That went well.” they both nodded, speaking agreements to the man. (y/n) grabbed their bag. “Yeah, it went pretty well. Now, let's head to Tommy's room. Gotta complete our mission.”
"We didn't break in here for nothing." Nikki said, following (y/n). Wilbur nodded, walking behind the two and closing the door. They looked around, making sure no one was around to see them. They walked back down the hall towards the teens room, praying no one would spot them.
They reached the door, wilbur knocking on it. An angered tommy opens it, all of them being able to feel the air from the door. “What will happen!? Can't you see I'm busy??” (y/n) steps out from behind wilbur. “No your not. Let us in.” tommy stared at them for a second. “Wait (y/n)!?” they nodded, smiling. “Mhm, now let us in.” they said showing a deadpan face. Tommy gasped, letting them all in, noticing niki as well. Wilbur closed the door, staring his younger brother down. “Tell father these two are here and where we’re going i will murder you.” tommy rolls his eyes. “Like you could kill me.”
“Boys boys shut up your both stupid. Ugh this is gonna be a long year.” (y/n) says, turning to niki. “Why can't it just be us two.'' She laughed at this. Tommy gasps dramatically. “I am not stupid! Wilbur is though.'' Wilbur glared at tommy. “I am so gonna kill you when we leave-” “okay okay, calm down.” (y/n) says, interrupting the older man. Wilbur sighs, slumping.
“Anyways, tommy, we snuck in here to recruit you for something!” (y/n) says, leaning against tommys bed posts. They were on both ends of the bed. Tommy stared at both niki and (y/n). “Well first who's this?” he said, pointing to the pinkett. “I'm niki! It's nice meeting you! (y/n) told me alot about you, they even told me you used to braid technos hair and put flowers-” “OKAY I DO NOT LIKE HER!! SHUT UP BITCH!!'' Tommy shouts, interrupting the smirking girl. “Yeah yeah, you hate everyone.” (y/n) says. “Now you know niki, we wanna talk to you about something we had planned.”
(y/n) then told tommy all about the kingdom, and how they missed hanging out with him and tubbo. They wanted to see them again, so they snuck in here to get him to come with them. Tommy processed all of this, thinking if he should go with them. “What ideals did it hold? How long will it be? And can i be the president?” (y/n) handed him the lmanburg paper. “Independance, freedom and others listed there. Up until i get crowned to rule the uranian kingdom so like a year. No not in a million years.” tommy ponder for a second. “Alright I'm in. I will be president one day though.” (y/n) patted his head. “Sure buddy. Sure you will.” (y/n) looked into their bag, handing him the letter they wrote to him. “This might go into a bit more detail. Now if you excuse me, im gonna sleep on your bed. “Hey hey no your not! I have more questions.” (y/n) nodded. “Alright fine. What is it. “
Tommy looked at the letter. “How are we gonna get to tubbo? He's never had a concrete place of living, how will we find him?” (y/n) thought for a second. “No idea. Might ask Jack for help since he runs the only train system in the smp...i'm really not sure though.`` Tommy just stared at them. “Wow, amazing. We’re actually gonna have to do work to find him.” tommy complains. Wilbur shuckled. “Like youre gonna help.” tommy glared at him. “Why are you even coming along anyway?? You have things to do here you know.`` Wilbur smacked Tommy's arm. “So do you! You literally lead our military tommy. We can just leave it to phil and techno sense they do absolutely nothing.”
“What do you mean i do nothing? I have to deal with you two everyday, that's enough.” techno interrupted the two's conversation, standing in the doorway. Niki and (y/n) laughed at this. “I bet their a handful.” niki said. “Oh yeah, tommy especially. The childs really annoying and hard to deal with. Nearly strangled him once or twice.” the pink haired man said. Tommy glared at him. “Dad would kill you before you could.” techno laughed, sighing. “I'm not scared of your father, I could totally win against him in a fight.”
“Do they always fight like this?” niki asked me. “Yes they do. It gets annoying real fast.” they both laugh together. Techno turned towards (y/n), gesturing towards the basket in his hands. “You, braid, now.” (y/n) chuckled at this. “Alright alright. Sit on the bed.” techno follows this, sitting down on the side of the bed. (y/n) got behind him, grabbing the flowers and sectioning his hair. Tommy saw this and sat next to them, wanting to help out like he used to. Niki and Wilbur smiled at this, Wilbur grabbing his guitar and looking towards niki. “Do you know any songs you could sing?” he asked, sitting down on one of tommys chairs just after closing and locking the door. Niki responded, smiling softly. “I know i few.”
(y/n) and Tommy braided and placed flowers into technos hair like they did when they were kids, while Wilbur and Niki played a few songs together to add to the peaceful atmosphere. It was a nice, calming experience the five of them needed. It was peaceful, and held a bit of nostalgia for some of them. When (y/n) and Tommy finished up technos hair, they still stayed like this, quietly playing a few songs and just catching up with one another. Getting to know niki while she got to hear some funny stories about the two brothers and a young (y/n) was a nice experience. It was nice knowing they would be close friends.
They noticed how it had reached mid day by the time they had stopped telling stories. (y/n) had gotten a bit tired while Tommy got quite bored or distracted. Wilbur suggested that they had lunch together, since Phil had left that morning for a week-long trip. They all agreed, and went off to their kitchen to make a real quick meal for the five of them.
Tommy and (y/n) were in charge of setting the table, since Tommy was banned from the kitchen and someone needed to keep him in check. Niki and Wilbur made the main part of the meal, along with some treats, while techno made tea and other drinks for them all. He helped make some of the food though.
Once finished up, they all ate together at the big table in the dining hall. (y/n) and niki talked of their adventure here, how they had a horse that they needed to return to jack soon and how they had nearly gone the wrong way at some point.
Once finished, Wilbur and Tommy agreed to pack up since they had to leave to give back the horse. Wilbur and Tommy said they had their own so they did have a way of transportation. Techno, (y/n) and niki sat in the dining hall, waiting for the two of them to be done packing.
“So, i've been thinking about this lmanburg place.” techno says, messing with one of the glasses at the table. “I think that place has a lot more significance than you think.” (y/n) looked at techno. “Hm? What do you mean.”
“Well for starters, I think yo-” “WILL DONT PUSH ME DOWN THE STARS!!!! I WILL STAB YOU IN AN ALLEYWAY WITH A KNIFE!'' Tommy Yelles from upstairs, interrupting techno in the process.
Wilbur came running into the room, being chased by an angry tommy with a knife in hand. Niki got up from her seat and tackled tommy. “GIVE ME THE KNIFE!!” she shouted, trying to get the knife from his hand. “LET ME GO BITCH!!!'' Wilbur stood near (y/n) who was wheezing in laughter.
“GIVE.ME.THE.KNIFE!!!!” niki said, trying her best to grab it. Eventually, tommy gives up and hands niki the knife. She smiled “good. No more knives okay?``Tony nodded, grabbing his bag which had fallen by the entrance. He sits next to where niki sat, who soon stood next to him. “Are we all ready to go?” (y/n) asked, standing up from their seat. Everyone nodded, techno getting up as well. “Might as well actually get stuff done instead of what normally happens.” he said, walking over to (y/n) and hugging them. “It was good seeing ya.” he says, letting go. (y/n) smiled. “Yeah, it was nice braiding your greasy ass hair again.” techno rolled his eyes. “It's not that bad.” “Sure, sure it isn't.”
Everyone said their goodbyes to techno, Tommy opting to try and stab him (he somehow got another knife). He didn't stab techno.
They 4 of them left the dining hall, opting to just walk out the castle since no one would see them today. They went to the stable, grabbing two horses for the trip. When leaving, (y/n) and niki told them they needed to go back to the motel to get anything they left behind, plus the horse they needed to give back to their friend. They nodded, walking to the village to grab thunder and anything else.
“Thunder, I know you were alone all night and morning, but you gotta come with us man!” (y/n) said to a sluggish thunder. He didn't want to get out of the stable. “Hungry? Thirsty?” thunder seemed to respond to that, so (y/n) gave him what he needed and he finally agreed to leave. They met back with niki, wilbur and tommy, who were in front of the hotel. “We’re do we go from here?'' Tommy asked, eating a cookie he snatched from a market aways back. “We’re going to the arctic kingdom trainstation to give thunder back to jack, maybe ask him if he knows where tubbo lives nowadays.” they said, hopping on the horse niki was on. Wilbur nodded, looking down at Tommy who was the only one not on a horse. “Gonna hop on?”
“I have my own horse, dick head.” Tommy says, hopping onto the said horse. “Well i didn't say you could ride with me now did i?” “you literally did!!” the two bickered a bit, niki and (y/n) just
leaving them behind. After they noticed the two had started to leave, they stopped fighting and followed the two of them.
They headed to the train station that was a bit out of town, hoping Jack would be there. If not, this plan got a bit more complicated.
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pairing: frank castle x black!reader; frank castle x reader; the punisher x black!reader; the punisher x reader
word count: 2.4k
warnings: suggestive language, suggestive actions, swearing, first dates!, (please notify me of any warnings i overlooked)
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a/n: wellll, it’s about time I put this baby up for good. let’s do a little something for everyone’s favorite badass. i posted this a while back and quickly deleted it but this is by far one of my favorite little fics i wrote. if you are interested in my other work, check out my masterlist (it’s smutty, it’s fun and it welcomes you). -mj :)
please forgive any grammar or spelling errors.
I wiped the sweat off that made it’s above my lip. God, I am nervous about this. But it’s him. And yes, he is gorgeous. But I have nothing to worry about. Man. I hate my contacts. I hate these contacts. I hate my con-.
“You know,” He gave a brief nervous chuckle, “This is my first date-date or whatever you like to call it, in a very long time. Like a proper one. Other than our trips to Dunkin’.” A chunky leather jacket adorned his frame. His eyes shifted nervously around us like he was waiting for someone to show up. Or something to happen. He’s done this time-to-time when we’re together. It’s unsettling but he doesn’t acknowledge it when he catches me staring at him quizzically.
I can’t and can tell you exactly how I ended up here. One day, one shitty day, I’m trying to flag someone down to help with my car that is suddenly decided to give out. Oh, Petunia. You piece of crap. And that same day day, that someone who gave me some help with my busted Volkswagen asked for my number. Texts turned into calls. A nameless contact in my yellow iPhone turns into Frank Castle👽😍. Calls turned into the occasional Facetimes. Those were very rare and usually fueled by a couple of glasses of Merlot. I don’t know why Facetimes make me so nervous but I get giggly and anxious and some kind of alcohol consumption is needed. They’re so intimate, no? But completely sober of course, we were able to grab a coffee a few times (one of those where I slammed my lips against his over and over again) but a date-date, was decided for tonight.
“Me too.” I concurred with his mood, “Mmm couple of years for me?” I tilted my head to the side and questioned no one in particular. Frank and I stepped in sync as we approached our destination. It was cold in New York but we both agreed driving in the city was a no-go. So, we bundled up and opted for the subway.
Frank set his hand on the small of my back,” We’re coming up on it right here.” His voice was deep and scratchy. He reached for the glass doors on our right and grabbed its silver handle, “Watch your step, okay?” I let the slab on the concrete painted green, scuff my shoes as I made my way up the two small steps. When I make it inside the building, warmth immediately hit my face. I gave a small turn to watch Frank follow behind. He stood outside for a few seconds, still holding the door, and took a look around. He caught me waiting and gave me a small smile before closing the door behind us. What is he looking for? Who is he looking for?
A hostess stood right in the middle of the two rooms that were cut off from each other by a false wall. She was a redhead with pink-painted lips. I was dumbfounded, she was so pretty. A nametag sat on her chest that spelled out “Vivian.” A daisy was drawn next to it,” Pick your poison.” She smiled.
“We could both probably warm up a bit, yeah? Get a couple of drinks?” Frank laughed a bit, turning from the hostess to me, “And then we can hit the arcade.” Overcome with excitement I nodded and gave him a huge smile. The place wasn’t too crowded but there was a fair amount of people. Paramore played at the perfect volume where we could hear each other.
The hostess handed us a play card. Frank quickly took it and slid it in his wallet,” So that card,” She pointed over to a machine that resembled an ATM,” Can be loaded over there. Each game is a dollar. Two dollars for two players. So, load it up at your discretion. The bartender will start a tab for you that you’ll pay for at the end of the night or whenever you want to close out. You’ll just bring the ticket confirming your payment to me at the end of the night.” Vivian gives another grin to us and her eyes linger on me,” I’m sorry but Jesus. You are such a babe. I’m not supposed to be flirting at work but I had to say it.” She held up her hand in defense and tried to brush off her comments with a laugh.
My eyes widened and shifted my eyes to Frank (who nodded in agreement) and then back at her,” Thanks. Thank you. Thank you very much.” I pushed some of my hair back, “You’re gorgeous.” Vivian blushed and put her eyes down on the podium that sat in front of her.
“That’s it of my little spiel. Have fun!” She leaned over and smiled at some people who walked in behind us. I grabbed Frank’s hand and quickly panicked. Is that too much? Oh, man. Frank gave my fingers a small squeeze and brought me in closer. We walked towards the bar that was littered with small pockets of people. A stool was open at the end of the cherry wood, which Frank sat me down at. He stood next to me, cutting my body off of the people down the line of the bar,” What would you like?” He asked as he waved down the bartender.
“Moscow mule. Or um, whatever you’re thinking of drinking.” He nodded and when the bartender wiped down the spot in front of his, Frank ordered.
Two Moscow mules.
Frank leaned his body against the bar,” After a couple of weeks of talking or whatever, I took note of how much you hated fancy restaurants. Thought this would be a good idea…” He took a look around, his eyes lingering on one corner of the room before shaking his head and turning back to me.
“It’s perfect. I’ve never been here before.” I love the atmosphere. People were loud and happy. The music is good. I couldn’t wait to play Pinball. Frank still seemed nervous,” Hey, everything is all right?” I sat my hand on his. He looked down at our interlaced fingers and picked up my hand. My nails were freshly painted red. They looked almost perfect. The huge nail polish stain on her bedroom carpet, however, did not.
He brought my knuckles to his lips and gave them a small kiss,” Yeah, yeah. I’m here.” The bartender slid our drinks to us and Frank sat my hand in my lap. I reached for one of the drinks and gave it a slip. The drink was strong but absolutely delicious. Frank seemed to think so as well as he gave a sip,” Good. This is really good.” He stood a bit straighter,” So, you never told me. What’s a west coast girl doing this big city?” He wiggled his eyebrows at me. I gave an embarrassing snort.
“I know you’ve probably heard this story a million times but I come from somewhere where nothing happens. I wanted some excitement, something new. I knew I had to get away from my family if I ever was going to grow into the person I truly am.” I finished off my speech with shrug off my shoulders.
Frank took another swallow of his drink,” You’re right. I have heard that before.” We both laughed and I followed his lead by drinking some more of my mule,” But that’s the best rendition of it I’ve heard yet.” He seemed to be relaxing,” You don’t have to go into detail about your family, of course. But, I’m glad you’re here.”
“Fuckin’ hell.” I slammed down the hammer for Whack-a-Mole,” I can never get above like an eleven in this game.” Frank and I were able to nurse a drink inside the arcade portion of this place. We opted to share a Rum and Coke but neither of us was drinking much of it.
Frank ran his fingers across his lips as he stared down at me,” You wanna cheat, or do you want me to let you do your thing?” I raised an eyebrow in curiosity,” Okay, so they pop up in the same pattern. That repeats. This one,” He pointed to the hole in the top right corner and then began to point out the pattern.
I nodded, “I mean it’s not really cheating if I have to remember the pattern.” I slapped out my hand,” Hand me the play card, Castle.”
“Atta girl.” That was sexy. Frank put the card in my palm. I jammed it in the machine and began getting to work on the game,” See! You got it. Holy shi- You’re gonna beat the high score, gorgeous.” I hit the animatronics one by one, sounding off the machine. Frank was laughing and I was too. So much so, that the giggles took me over and I messed up the pattern. “NEW HIGH SCORE” still rang out. I leaped up in Frank’s arms, spilling our drink all over the floor.
With my arms around his neck, I laughed in his neck,” I got it!” He smelled so good. Like in an old book and classic cologne kind of way.
“Yeah, you did.” Frank’s hand was settled right on my waist. He pushed his hands down further but floated them over my bum before bringing his hand back on my hips,” You’re a winner.”
If I could get any closer to Frank, I would. I tried to push my body closer to his. I blamed it on the alcohol and also the confidence I knew has always been inside of me. He made me so nervous but now, I’m so comfortable with him. He’s a stunner. Like real, gorgeous. He takes over the attention in any room he walks in. He makes me feel safe in an environment where I usually have to do the protection myself. I can release to him a little, all that independence I had to forge myself (and still respecting him while I’m at it),” You can grab my ass if you want. No one is paying attention to us.” I tilted my head back and stared at his lips. Pink. Pillows. Beautiful. A little of our drink set on the corner of his mouth.
Frank lifted his hands,” Woah, whoa, whoa. I’m-” I cut him off and reached back to grab his hands, settling them on my bum.
“Shut up.” I brought my head forward to give him a quick kiss. He returned by bringing my bottom lip into his mouth a little. He squeezed my butt, my jeans make it a bit of a mission. But his hands were strong and warm and perfect for the task,” Oh my god.” I mumbled,” The drink.”
Frank chuckled and gave me a love tap before pulling away. Letting me go, he bent down to grab the plastic cup our drink was once in, “I should tell someone…”
I grabbed the cup from his fingers,” I got it.” I turned on my feet and headed back to the hostess. Vivian was scratching off something in the notebook that laid on her podium. She must have sensed me next to her because she whipped her head quickly to where I was standing. Her teeth became visible as she turned up a smile,” Kind of spilled this on the floor. Don’t want anyone to slip on it.”
“Yeah, of course.” She grabbed the cup from my hand and threw it in the bin that sat inside to podium, “I’ll grab a wet floor sign. Thank you.” I nodded and headed back over to Frank who smugly leaned against a new game machine. Ooh, a racing game.
Frank’s lip was turned up in a smirk and the play card was nestled between his index and middle finger as he held it up,” You were totally checking her out.”
“Get out.” I shook my head and grabbed the card from him. I dropped into the seat, ready to start the same. With my hand on the steering wheel, Frank was given the opportunity to slide his hand on my stomach as he stood behind the chair (and me). I tried to put my focus on choosing the best car as he patted my tummy.
“Whatever,” Frank whispered in my ear and then it a small kiss,” I think I can spot when someone has a little crush.”
I chose the car. I chose my track,” Jealous? Don’t be. I only have big heart eyes for you.” I began my race. Focus. Focus. Ah, shit bad turn, “She is hot though, right?”
“You think so, that’s for sure.” He moved away from me, “I’ll get us another drink.” Frank shifted away from the bubble we created, leaving me in 3rd place.
“Thank you for tonight,” I said breathlessly. We played a few more games, sobered up a bit, and rode the E train to my apartment. Frank decided right here, in front of my doorman, that he would kiss up, down, and around my face. One hand on my face and another one on my hip, he could not stop kissing me. What has come over this man? I rested my hands on his chest,” I had a great time…” Frank put his lips back on mine, cutting off my statement. I laughed in his mouth and gave him the same energy back,” Okay, big boy, what’s up? You want me to take you upstairs?”
Frank pulled back with a smile, kissed me, and went back to viewing my whole face,” No, no… I’m just glad we’re back here. Back safe-” This time, he cut himself off with a shake of his head before trying to pull me in for another kiss. I gave him a light push back.
“What? Should we be afraid of something?” I asked. It seemed like Frank lost all interest in our conversation as we withdrew from my body,” Hey, don’t do that.” I ran my fingers up his arms, to his neck. Frank grabbed my wrist. I panicked thinking he was going to throw it back at me but he only lifted it to get a small kiss.
“I know you don’t see me as the things I did in the past, sweetheart. I know you forgive me and accept me for those things. But a lot of people do not.” I felt Frank open up but get stern at the same moment,” And yes. Of course, I want to come up.”
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hi loki!! (it’s clyde)
first of all
*rainbows and banners and streamers and confetti everywhere*
i am afraid i must inform you that when reading ur most recent message i was halfway through before realizing that is what i wrote, not your response. i think my brain is malfunctioning
ehehehehe o well
dw friend take ur time. my exams are coming up too and my teachers were like “they have exams in two weeks?” “yeah” “this is the perfect time to assign five projects!” so i understand death by school perfectly well
omg ur so right tho, like time is nonexistent in airports it’s just crowds and big rooms and lots of starbucks there’s like a starbucks everywhere
sweaters are amazing they are like the perfect item of clothing
ahahaha u speak the truth there friend. it’s like how the best person to find a criminal is the one who knows how they think. except not criminals bc u are calling someone out on the internet for i don’t even know what but o well
nonono dwdw ur not scum of the earth ur beautiful and amazing ur just human so u need a little time
i watched the smooth criminal one, i liked that one the best mostly bc i already like the original song but the cover was good too
and chris colfer? is one of the actors? i’ve read his books “the land of stories” series and i literally just realized he was in this and dam he can sing like bro leave some talent for the rest of humanity
brain fuckery is like that sigh. thanks for being here amigo
gasp yay!! i’m so excited for u amigo!! are you excited? how do u feel about the way it turned out? gasp college, that’s kind of exciting tbh. idk i have a weird desire to leave home even tho my home life doesn’t suck or anything bad.
it’s just interesting i guess? let me know how that goes bc i think it so cool. there are some theatre colleges, but maybe doing something else would be ok too? idk i’m not an expert i’m not even in high school lol
(my brain gets fixated on how u said i was one of ur closest friends but ur actually one of my closest friends as well *hugs*)
ehehe it is good i spent two hours watching the whole play (on youtube) yesterday. i mean i probably should have been doing homework but it’s finnnnneeee it was worth it anyways it was so good!
i love george salazar (he plays michael in that play) so much he’s just an absolute icon
i have no clue whether or not this is long i’m thinking it’s pretty long but idk. don’t worry friend it’s all good there’s nothing even to forgive u for
after all (sadly), we’re only human :)
Wassup! Took me centuries again! I was putting it off cause I wanted to attach my play however it is not done yet. Honestly it probably will be by the time I finish this lol executive dysfunction be like that.
HAPPY GAY, CLYDE!!
Oh rip my brain is also regularly malfunctioning hehe so yeah mood
Thank you for the comfort, that SUCKS of your teachers, I’ve just started a literally evil summer Econ course that is killing me. There’s So Much Work. I have like nine assignments a week. I hate it.
—— HEADLINE: LOCAL TEEN TAKES AS MUCH TIME AS IS PHYSICALLY POSSIBLE TO ANSWER AN ASK ——
I love you sm!!!
I miss airports, they’re exciting. So many people in limbo. I wanna fly somewhere. Preferably France. Or Canada. :)
Chris Colfer is so valid lol I love him✨ I can do a pretty good imitation of kurts voice too lol
I am alright with how the tempest turned out (I’ll link it at the bottom). I hate my voice but I’m obviously the best person there (lmao) so like,,,,
Dude I have been having a Crisis about growing up and shit.... I just. I don’t wanna be an adult but I hate stuff now and it’s like what do I want from life god if I know and I can’t stand being alone what if I am,,,,, anyways yeah it’s rough. I think college will be somewhat fun though.
You have plenty of time to figure out what you want, and you shouldn’t worry, but I’m a junior now and it’s creeping up on me, u know? Anyways I’ll be fine ofc, therapy is tomorrow morning lmao, it’s just a thing that happens.
Also wtf is time??? Doesn’t even make sense??? That is partially cause I’m exhausted, but.....
You are. Such a good friend and such a patient and caring person and I wish you so many good things. You will get them. I really am here for you, despite how long it takes me to do these fuckers. It’s partially length, that isn’t a criticism at all it’s just kinda daunting to read so I take lots of time to do it and then I go “I’ll finish this in half an hour” and a week goes by. But I swear on my whole soul if u need smthn u @ me, you send me an ask and go bitch show up for me and I Will.
Oooooooo!!! It sounds fantastic!!!! Have you seen in the heights yet?? I saw it on a totally legal and also mine hbomax account (hehe) and it’s really gorgeous I love it. Some of the minor changes were annoying but mostly fucking amazing.
Also also have u seen loki I watched that on a totally mine and legal and not shared Disney+ account and damn I knew there was a reason I named myself after that asshole
I’m not that much of a criminal I’ve been housesitting for a neighbor who has both lol
*boops you* incredible human!!
And now the tempest link gimme a sec
These aren’t dms so that’s a weird thing to say but whatever
Will this dox me? Possibly. I’ll take it down when you’ve seen it and opened the link if u wanna watch it cause like. 😔 but I wanna show you :)))
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Tanning and Teasing
Spencer Reid x Female! Reader (smut)
Tw: penetrative sex, oral sex (male recieving), heavy petting, masturbation mentioned (male), dom/sub relationship, praise kink, heavy petting, light degradation, fingering, oral sex (female recieving)
(season 7 casting but season 2 reid)
(season 2 reid is what i thought of while writing this)
"I know you want it," Y/N said to me, rubbing her wet core against my dick. "I can feel how hard you are, it's okay." she said as she brushed hair from my face lightly. I moaned as she kissed down my neck, lifting herself off of my erection, kissing my happy trail to my member.
"F-fuck!" I said loudly as she licked up my shaft. My eyes rolled back in my head as I moaned and groaned. She pulled off, making me whine from loss of contact.
"Shhh baby, I know," she said to me, making a mocking pouty-face as she began teasing me again by rubbing her hot and wet pussy against my dick. "I know you want me so bad, baby.. don't you?" she said to me, giving me a sweet kiss on the lips.
"Fuck!- I- yes please you are so beautiful Y/N, an' I need you, an' you are so perfect, j-just pl-please.. Please please plea-", she giggled her cute giggle and said as she began messaging my dick with her hand, "oh, you have been such a good boy.. Haven't you?"
I nodded quickly. "I need you to say it, baby." she said kissing my neck. "Y-yes.. Yes! I've been so good just please, I need you.. I need you to fuck me." I said. Once those last five words left my lips her eyes became dark and lust filled them. I held onto her hips tightly as she sunk down on me. I moaned and bucked my hips. She did the same and began bouncing up and down.
"God," she said, eyes rolling back in her head. "You feel so-"
"Hey Spence, can I come in?" Shit! It was her.. It was Y/N. I jolted up. My dream was so good, it felt so real.. I looked down and saw my tented sheets. A little too real. "Shit shit shit!!" I said quietly. I tried covering it up but nothing worked to which I just resorted to covering it with my hands, and let me tell you.. It was so obvious what I was hiding. "Spence?" she said again, opening the door slightly.
"H-hey! Y/N! S-sure yeah uhm come on in!" I stuttered. She came in, beautiful as always, her bare legs showing under the oversized shirt she must have worn to bed. She looked like a goddess, hell, she always looked like a goddess. "Hey! So uhm," she said as she saw my hand placement. "I just came in here to tell you that Rossi made us breakfast and it's ready." she said smiling softly. "O-Okay tell him I will be right away!" I said, slightly panicking.
"Ok, and uhm Spencer?" she said walking closer to me, making my cheeks flush. "Mhm?" I say. "You may want to take care of, uhm, that before coming out okay?" she brushed hair out of my face, and stroked my chin with her pointer finger and thumb. Her touch lit my skin on fire. My cheeks flushed redder than blood. She giggled and walked out of my room. I was left in shock.
She was right though, I did need to do something to solve my situation. So I walked into the bathroom connected to my room and rubbed my erection down through my pajama pants.. That didn't work very well so I pulled my pants down and rubbed some of my precum on my dick with my right hand. I began, uhm, taking care of myself and was so close so fast, I was whimpering. I tried to contain my moans, and swallowed them down. I felt guilty because as I was finishing myself off, I thought of Y/N. She didn't deserve to be thought about like this. I felt like I was sexualizing her. Dammit, I was sexualizing her! But I was so close that I was finished off by thinking of her (accidentally of course, I tried thinking of other things), cleaning myself up after, and instantly feeling guilty. I walked out of the bathroom, washed my hands, brushed my teeth, and padded off to the patio, looking at the beautiful antique sculptures of David Rossi's mansion.
It had been 6 days, 15 hours, 31 minutes, and 22 seconds of us being at Rossi's mansion in Lombardy, Italy. The team was excited to take a break from our hectic schedules, and although I loved my job, I was excited too. So, we had two weeks of vacation time and we took it without hesitancy. Italy was beautiful. Lombardy was beautiful. We all knew Rossi was rich.. But we didn't know he was this rich. The house was magnificent. With patinated finishes, high ceilings and opulent architecture, the grand estate (which was originally a 16th century fortress, in which I read about) is filled with historical elegance. The property includes 14 bedrooms, seven bathrooms and is surrounded by five acres of lush gardens, peppered with statues and castle-like staircases.
It was beautiful. The first few days we spent walking around Lombardy and looking at the beautiful historical structures, as I gave my facts on each. I heard the team groan everytime I would go on long rambles and rants about these things and feel discouraged, but Y/N would always say to me, "Go on, I want to hear what you have to say." which always made my cheeks turn a dark crimson and me start stuttering when I saw a smile creep up on her face. She always did that, made me feel included and genuinely listened and seemed interested in what I had and have to say without stopping me short or giving me weird looks like the team does with me. I have had a crush on Y/N ever since she first joined the BAU. We walked into the bullpen together as we talked about 'Dr. Who' on her first day. We instantly clicked and that is when I knew I found my best friend. But, I have always liked her.. Like a lot.. More than a friend. I know that she wouldn't go for me though, I'm a skinny, lengthy, nerd that rambles too much. She's beautiful, always turning heads no matter the places we go. Men and women. She's smart, kind, funny, nice, sweet.. The list goes on and on.
Derek's the only one who knows about my crush on my best friend, mainly because I told him about it after he basically interrogated me. But I wouldn't be surprised if the rest of the team knew, they would always catch me making heart-eyes at her. I couldn't help it. If an angel is sent down to Earth does one simply turn its head? No. They look and admire the angel in front of them. Which is what I did with Y/N. She was my angel sent down from Earth, helping me get through some of my toughest times, including being the only one to help me recover from my addiction to Dilaudid. She has seen me at my worst and I have seen her at her worst. We each grew from our tough situations, thankfully.
I walked outside on the patio to see bowls of fruits and pastries lined up. I look around seeing everyone there and blush when I saw Y/N. She instantly smirked. We had pancakes and laughed and each talked for an hour or so then split up to do our own things for the day. The team was going out to adventure the city, but Y/N and I decided to stay and swim in the pool, tan (she was the only one doing this as I am afraid of the UV rays from the sun, it is very cancerous. I tried to warn her but she just giggled, and said, "You're so adorable." I blushed at that and took the compliment, and quickly shut up.) I was going to read.
I walked into my room to get ready, putting on a white silk button up and some tan slacks that were thin enough to not give me a stroke from heat. "Hey Spence, you ready?" in came Y/N in a silk coverup slip dress, her hair pinned up in a clip. She looked beautiful. She was the most beautiful person alive, not only physically, but personality-wise, too. I blushed and said, "Oh, uh, y-yeah I'm ready." I stuttered. 'Good going Reid, can't stop stuttering for a second, can you?' I thought to myself. To be honest, I couldn't help it. She made me nervous, but not in a bad way, far from it, in an amazing way that made my stomach flutter and my heart do somersaults, which is not possible. Your heart can't actually do a back-flip, the heart is located in the thoracic cavity medial to the lungs and posterior to the sternum. On its superior end, the base of the heart is attached to the aorta. Therefore, making it impossible to actually do a backflip. But, I was saying this metaphorically. Y/N smiled softly and I mirrored her expression walking out of the room with her.
We walked outside to Rossi's pool area, which looked like it was made by garden-fairies. The lush gardens really brought the whole aesthetic together. Y/N set up her towel on the grass as I brought out the mini radio to play some italian music they were playing on the local radio station. I sat behind Y/N, in the shade under a big Oak tree, with my sunglasses on, re-reading 'Pride and Prejudice'. Y/N began to slip out of her silk slip dress cover-up and I tried my best not to look up and be respectful but, alas, I couldn't help myself and peaked. She wore a small brown bikini, and then unclipped her hair. Her hair cascaded down and the sun highlighted her making her glow even more than she did. I blushed and bit my lip softly as I cleared my throat quietly.
"Hey Spence, can you rub some sun lotion on me?" she asked. I blushed a deep crimson and smiled softly, "Uhm, s-sure yeah come-come here." I initiated her sitting down next to me on the big wooden bench I was on, but she instead walked over and sat right on my lap. I felt blood rush straight to my face, and my dick. "Spencer! Stop thinking that way she just wants help." I said to myself. "Is this okay?" she said innocently, peeking behind her shoulder to look at my red face. "Uhm, y-yeah this is fine!" I squeeked, my voice going up three octaves. She handed me the sun lotion and I squirted some on my hands, rubbing them together. I brought my hand to brush her hair out of the way, and then connected my hand to rub the lotion in her back. And then, she let out a small moan, and tilted her head back a little, closing her eyes. "Uhm," I said, clearing my throat, "Y-you're all done!" I squeaked. She turned around, straddling me and holding my neck with her hands.
"Hey, you know what we should do?" she asked me, sitting on my lap, still straddling me. "Uh, w-what?" I stuttered my voice sounding like I had just slurped down five gallons of helium. "Get in the pool!" She responded. She got up, pulling me as I slightly protested, trying too hard not to look at her cleavage, and be an actual respectful human. She pulled me in and started swimming to me. The cool water refreshing my skin as I dipped my feet in. She put her hands on my thighs and hoisted herself up to be face to face with me. I could smell her minty breath, that's how close we were.. So close if I leaned in our lips would surely touch. My breath shaky. She sighed, "I'm gonna tan now." I nodded, still in awe of the beauty in front of me.
She took a popsicle from the cooler we brought and began sucking on the purple ice. I was already trying my best to not get hard and be respectful, but this was getting really difficult. She laid down on the grass and I saw the purple liquid run down her chest slowly, as she moaned softly from the heat. "You, know," she started to say as I walked over to sit next to her on the lawn. "I think you look really sexy with this whole unbuttoned shirt thing you have going on," she said, making me gulp and blush, again. She sat up and locked eyes with me. "Not that you don't look sexy any other times, because you definitely do." She said. "R-really?" I squeaked. "Yup." She said.
I got up and got myself a popsicle too, to try and distract myself. "Can I try?" she asked as I sat down on the bench once more. "Try w-what?" I asked. "Try your popsicle." she said matter-of-factly. I nodded and she walked over and straddled my lap again. I gulped and blushed. "Can I sit like this?" she asked, and I nodded. She took my hand with the popsicle in it and began sucking it, bobbing her head lightly. I gulped, feeling myself starting to get hard. "Do you like it?" she said quietly leaning close to my ear. "Y-yes." I said. Next thing I know, our lips are crashing against each other, melding perfectly, almost like we were made for one another. I moan into the kiss, and she does too. She starts to grind against my already hard member, and I hear her whimper. "God, I've wanted to do this for so long." she says between kisses. The kisses are passionate and filled with love and lust, her mouth sweet and soft. Perfect. Just like everything else on her. "Me too." I say. "Come with me." she says.
She got up and intertwined our fingers to go inside the house to my room. Once we get to my room, our lips crash against each other again. She gets down on her knees. "W-wait." I say. She stops. "What, is something wrong?" she asked pure worry flashing through her eyes. "No, not at all.. But uhm, you don't need to do that." I say. "I want to. Unless-- you don't want me to, we can stop." I feel bad for worrying her. "No I want to more than anything. If you are happy to do it then I am happy." I say, smiling softly. I bend down and give a quick kiss to her soft lips. She smiles back and unbuttons my pants. They drop to the ground, and then she strokes my dick against my boxers. "F-fuck." I whimper. She pulls my boxers down and kisses the tip of my dick. She starts to bob her head up and down, swirling her tongue around my tip like she did with my popsicle earlier. My head is thrown back, and I'm a moaning and whimpering mess, moaning strange ways to say her name. Obscenities leave my mouth and she gags as my dick hits her throat. Soon, I'm teetering off the edge of pleasure, and I spill my seed into her mouth. She swallows and gets up. I cup her face and kiss her deeply, tasting my arousal on her tongue.
I lie her down on the bed and kiss up her belly to her chest, sucking lightly. She throws her head back and groans. I kiss her collarbones and then her jaw, her hands tangling through my hair. She gets out of her swimsuit and I help her. God, she is gorgeous.. Every curvature of her body is perfect. She is the most beautiful, goddess-like human I have ever seen. "God, y-you're so beautiful" I say, kissing her lips sweetly. She smiles and I kiss down her body to her wet pussy. I kiss her inner thighs, kneading them softly. I lick a flat stripe up her core, hearing her moan and yell profanity. My name slips from her plump lips as I continue pleasuring her with my mouth. I bring my other hand from stroking her thigh, and rub her clit with my fingers. She bucks her hips and I kiss her clit, nipping at it lightly. She moans louder at that, and I then take my other hand and plunge three fingers in, curling them. This sets her off and she releases into my mouth. I kiss her thigh lightly and she then takes my fingers that were inside of her and sucks on them. I moan at the site.
She flips me over, straddling me. She kisses me and asks, "I'm clean are you?" I then say, "Yes I'm clean, do you want me to wear a condom?" she shakes her head no, "No, I'm on birth control." She leaves a passionate kiss on my lips and then grinds her wet core against my hard cock and says, "I know you want it, Spencer, I've always wanted to be with you." I moan and say, "R-really? I have too." she nods and then sinks down onto my dick. We both moan and I take my fingers and knead her breasts. She starts to bounce up and down on my dick moaning. "Fuck! Spencer, you feel so good, you're so big." I moan and buck my hips up. "Y/N, y-you -ugh!- you feel so good." I say whimpering. I bring her down and leave a sweet kiss on her lips.
She bounces high enough to wear she slams down on my dick, that every thrust goes deeper and deeper. I hold her hips and she stabilizes herself by placing her hand on my chest. I sit up and kiss her breasts, sucking lightly. I feel a familiar warm sensation in my stomach. "Y/N, I-I'm gon' come" I moan loudly. "Me - fuck!- me too. Come in -shit!- Come with me, baby boy." she says. The coil snaps and we are both comming. White spots dance my vision as we ride out our highs. She collapses onto me, panting. We embrace for a few moments, each trying to calm down and catch our breath. After a moment, she peppers soft kisses to my neck and says, "I like you alot, Spence, not just in a friendly way.. I always have." She sounds nervous, but there is no need to be. I feel the same way. "Me too," I replied, kissing her neck softly as she gently pulls herself off of me. She smiles and I smile back. "You're so beautiful." I say. She giggles and says, "You're so amazing." I kiss her lips. "W-would you uhm," I say getting nervous again, "would you maybe want to go on a date with me?" I fiddle with my fingers nervously. "Of course, Spence." She brushes my hair out of my eyes. We smile, and cuddle up to one another, falling asleep in each other's embrace. I guess dreams really do come true. I know mine did.
A/N: (in bill hader's stefon voice) SPACY!
love you all!
Quick piece for my series’ resident dad.
Charlie, sitting in the damp air of early-morning forest, with sun filtering through the branches and dew scenting the scene, looked like a creature of myth.
And his eyes, dark as galaxies.
He’d had enough sense this time, it seems, to bring one of their portable cushions to sit on, so he wouldn’t catch a chill, but other than that he just seemed… untouched by the world waiting miles and miles away.
When those dark eyes - God, so much like his son’s - notice him they smile, and the book he was ready slips back into his bag.
“Good afternoon Professor,” Lee greets, sliding off the fallen log, “I’m not late for something, am I?”
“No,” Robbins comes closer, presses into Lee’s pocket world a little more, “it’s Sunday.”
Lee huffs, chuckling to himself. “Right, days and times and all that kind of get all.” He waves his hand nonspecifically. “I didn’t realize.”
They have been living without time for too long, his boys and himself, he wishes he could just make it end for them now.
“Are you enjoying the book?” Robbins changes the subject, that ball of guilt beginning to roll in his gut again.
“Oh! Yes, thank you for it, by the way.” Lee turns back to his bag, pulling out the novel to show his mentor how far he’d gotten since Robbins had brought the book back for him yesterday. The golden helmet on its cover gleamed in the sun just as Lee’s hair did. “It’s… it’s great reading, I just love how she’s made the characters so… and the descriptions are gorgeous and… yes, thank you. It’s perfect.”
Unless absolutely needed, Robbins doesn’t bring him and Marco to town with him on Saturdays, but he does bring them back gifts if they can afford it for the week.
Marco got a new sketchbook, since his has been noticeably almost full, and Lee got a new book from the second-hand bookshop.
While it’s not the home they imagined, the safehouse is becoming a home where they don’t need to worry about just the necessities anymore, and Robbins has seen them brighten with every addition.
“It is not too depressing, then?” Lee, after all, has read many, many depictions of the fall of Achilles. “Knowing what will happen?”
“Oh, I know what happens but no, it’s… I don’t know, it’s becoming my favourite because it’s just so good. Like half the time I kind of forget that this is a tragedy. There’s so much love.”
“Is that not what makes it tragic?” Robbins leans against the tree trunk, studying his student. “Achilles loses Patroclus to his own folly and dies right after.”
Charlie laughs, easy as can be. “Just answered your own question, Professor;” he grins, hoisting himself back up onto his cushion, “love’s not the tragedy, losing it is.”
And William Robbins has nothing to say to that, nothing at all.
Charlie and Marco are without time and dates, now, but he is not. He knows what today is.
He has not celebrated it in eleven years.
“I’ll leave you to finish your book then,” he says, unable to remember why he came out here or if it was just to see Charlie.
“I’ll go back with you,” Lee offers, sliding back down and picking up his bag in one smooth movement. “I’ve been out for hours, I think; you’re a good reminder to come back to reality.”
Robbins hums, waiting for the boy to fall into step with him as they walk back to the safehouse.
“Do the beaches of Troy live up to expectation?”
“Only in this one, Professor.”
They walk, then, in comfortable silence, neither feeling the need to fill it. Besides, it’s not really silence. It’s more like a pause in men so that nature can take the stage.
“Did you need me for something though?” Lee asks about halfway back. “Why you came all that way.”
The million-dollar question it seems.
“Marco is out hunting, suppose I just didn’t like the silence,” he replies after a moment.
“You didn’t like the silence? The man who can hear a pin drop through walls didn’t like a few hours of peace?”
“...Not today, Charlie.”
There’s something in his voice that makes Lee drop the subject, a sadness that is buried so deep it’s almost hidden now, almost.
Professor Robbins speaks with that sadness often, like when you see an excruciating scar, and remember the screams or the blood or the pain, but now it’s just jagged lightened skin.
So Lee knows not to prod, lest you reopen a wound.
“I was thinking of spaghetti today for supper,” Robbins goes on, changing the subject. “I got the ingredients for it yesterday.”
Charlie’s eyes light up in excitement, and his smile brightens somehow even more. “Really?”
Spaghetti is Charlie’s favourite, and they haven’t had much but grilled or boiled meat or fish for a long time.
Robbins grins, glancing at the boy from the side of his eye. “Would I joke about my famous spaghetti sauce?”
“Oh my god, yes! What is the special occasion Professor and can we have more of them because yes.”
Robbins laughs, and he doesn’t say the occasion - they’re not celebrating it, after all, none of them - but he lets Lee excitedly chirp on.
“Go start boiling and filtering the water then, we’ll have to have a decent supply of water today for the noodles.”
“Yes! On it!” Lee gasps, excited for decent food as ever, and runs the last five minutes of the walk.
Robbins watches him go, dumping his bag just in the entrance of their… home, with a soft melancholy smile.
“Alright, Lil, am I doing it right?” He glances towards the sky. “I’m afraid I’m out of practice.”
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how they fck + mini drabble
note: mostly based on an amalgamation of smuts I've read and what they seem like they'd be into imo.
Warning: size kink, coercion, corruption, edging | minors DNI
Corruption, coercion. He'd be into the chase of convincing you to let him have your body. The way he'd persuade you of promises to make you feel “so good. Unlike how you've never felt before.” ,“is that so?”, “there’s things i want to do to you. Things i can do to you.. if you’d let me.”
Size kink?? He likes towering over you, backing you against a wall caging you in his arms. Seeing you all flustered by his proximity.
Bossy. He'd be into giving orders. Ordering you to strip while he watches, fully clothed, leaned back on a chair. Telling you you’re not allowed to touch him just yet. Instructing you to hold your legs open and play with yourself. (Will literally not move from his seat unless you've come twice) “would so slap you with his cock oh my god. he has you on your knees before him,”
Dom to the bone. Would probably never let you top or take control... unless you did something to deserve it. But even then it is short-lived. Does not want to be overpowered.
He does this thing where his pace would suddenly become really really slow. Dick stroking the entirety of his length inside you. Leaving just the tip or sometimes pulling out to nudge your clit and then plunging slowly until he bottoms out. You moan in both pleasure and frustration. But as soon as you utter any type of command "geto, faster—" his hands are on your neck or his fingers are in your mouth. "y/n, be good for me, hmm? I'll let you come soon just be good okay?".
Into playing games. He's not playful but he likes to play with you. Will rub your clit while pounding into you, and as soon as your about to come he removes his fingers and slows his thrusts. "Go ahead baby, come." his voice has the subtlest mocking tone. You let out a disgruntled whine. Fingers returning to tap at your clit lightly. He hums, feigning innocence. "Mm? I thought you were gonna cum just now."
With all the edging, bringing you to the verge of orgasm over and over and over. Eventually he'll let you come.. and it comes CrAsHiNg. Your body shakes uncontrollably, head empty, nothing but bliss. You’re limp. Absolutely zero energy to move. That's when he pulls out and comes all over your body.
Aftercare: will have a warm towel to clean you up, helps you get dressed placing kisses on your skin before slipping your underwear back on or pulling your shirt over your head. You can take a nap with him since you’re both spent. “”
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Daily life~ 1 of ? (Sephiroth x Reader)￼
Nothing of note was happening today, I was off with not much to do, except read Webnovels off of my phone, completely ignoring my shelf full of unread books.
My lover was home sure, but, he was currently in the shower and probably was going to be busy later on in the day judging by his calendar.
Lazily my hands dived into the bag on my tummy pulling out a spicy chip while scrolling onto the next part of this story.
‘Damn, this shit good’ I thought as the main character lost his best friend and (possible love interest) right before his eyes, powerless to save them as their hand that was once reaching out for the mc’s went limb.
His body falling onto the ground with a harsh ringing thud, the Mc couldn’t hardline belief what he was seeing.
“Eh,called it” I said nonchalantly on the outside while on the inside I was devastated, this poor baby has had nothing, but shit constantly thrown at him throughout his life, and when things were looking promising between him and MC.
Some asshat ruined it!
I shudder from the cold out of nowhere droplets of water hitting the exposed flesh of my right shoulder.
My (e/c) orbs shot up to the source confused and expecting to see a leaky roof or something, but nope, it was my top class boyfriend.
Leaning slightly over the couch, glancing down at me with his strange aquamarine mako eyes, piercing through me with an annoyed gaze.
“…wut?” I asked curious as to whhhhy Sephiroth was standing behind the couch, supposedly in the nude (He might have a towel on, idk, the couch is blocking it) dripping wet, and from what my expert people reading skills are telling me.
Annoyed… but by what?… did I use up all the hot water? Hmm no, he’s a deranged individual and enjoys ice cold showers, so then.
Why was he here right now and not finishing his shower?…
“Oh…. I get it” a thin sliver brow raised in question.
“Oh?” I smirked as I confidently nodded my head.
“Ya wanna fucck” Sephiroth crossed his arms glaring.
“No, maybe later” okay now I am confused.
“Then why are you standing there glaring at me?”
“You used my shampoo”…that’s it? God, didn’t realize that I was dating a drama Queen.
“That’s it? You are standing in the nude, letting your cold ass shower water slap my skin, because I “borrowed” your shampoo?” I removed the chip bag onto the coffee tables as I turned to face my apparently childish lover (you learn something new everyday).
“I am now out because of you and have an important meeting later” Okay, whoa, hold up, I didn’t borrow that much.
“How? I only used about this much” I gestured with my fingers, Sephiroth’s cold cat like eyes, spared it a small glance before turning those shiny orbs back to me.
“ I need the whole bottle otherwise it doesn’t cover all of my hair” I glanced over his appearance and honestly wasn’t seeing the problem.
“So? It’s not that big of a deal, just wash what you can, go to your meeting and restock” I shrugged, as I turned back to my phone.
Only to be met with a rather cold crashing rock solid body coming down onto my contrastingly warm flesh and soft form.
“Hey, ow, what’s your deal!” I turned my head to face my stupid boyfriend’s, bringing us face to face, his long sliver locks forming a curtain so to speak around us.
“I think your indifference needs correcting, not to mention apparently you find no wrongs in taking what’s not yours” Sephiroth bought his face super close to mine, his lips a whisper away.
“These traits just won’t do” And with that, his lips caught mines into a powerful trap, causing me to drop my phone.
… I guess I will have to find out what happens next later￼
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Well you said you wanted more so: reactions to the golden college trio accidentally opening a ~private~ package that was addressed to y/n but they didn’t read the label properly
😭😭😭 I AM SCREAMING AT THIS
check out my series: it’s brooklyn, baby!
you were at work when the package came in. you specifically told them not to open it.
bucky broke your last vibrator after freaking out and dropping it when he realized that that was what it was.
sam and steve were doing their own things in the house when bucky got home, brows furrowing at the “unexpected” package on the front step.
“yo! there’s a random box here!” he called out to the guys, not bothering to read the name on the sticker as he moved to grab a knife to cut it open.
“huh? what is it?” steve questioned as he came in, “sam, did you order something?”
sam thought for a second before shaking his head, “no, i don’t think so. what do you think it is?”
“hopefully something cool,” steve laughed at the way bucky struggled to open the box.
“hopefully something expensive so we can sell it,” bucky mumbled through gritted teeth, ducking from his own hand as the cardboard finally gave in.
“you think y/n ordered something?” steve raised a curious brow.
“nah, she was just saying how she didn’t have any money the other day,” bucky shook his head as he pulled out another box, one that was all black.
he grabbed the top and pulled the bottom out, his eyes going wide when he saw the sleek red vibrator.
“is that a-“
“hey, what are y’all looking at?” you pipped up from the front door, your voice causing all of the guys to jump, bucky hiding the box behind his back.
“um, um, n-nothing,” sam kept his gaze on the floor as steve cackled, pulling him back to their rooms.
bucky was left in the kitchen, the box still behind his back, “how, uh, how was work?”
“good, actually,” you hummed, eyes narrowed in confusion, “whatcha got there?”
“what?” he squeaked, looking down at his free hand, “oh, just some scissors.”
“mmm,” you smiled, “and behind your back?”
“um, nothing.” bucky shook his head, swallowing thickly.
“bucky,” you drew out his name, giving him the look that always made him cave.
“okay, fine!” he dropped the box onto the table, your hand coming up to slap your forehead.
“I TOLD YOU NOT TO OPEN IT!”
“I APPARENTLY CANNOT READ!”
“YOU HAVE THE BRAIN OF A GOLDFISH!” you groaned, taking the box from the table and closing it. “poor sammy’s probably back there, traumatized as ever.”
you walked down the hall and threw the box onto your bed before knocking on sam’s door. “yeah?”
you stood in the doorway, lips pursed, “so, um.”
“yeah, have fun?”
“oh my god,” you cringed, laughing loudly. “never say that again.”
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A/N: I love this song and wanted to write something fun!
Summary: A secret romance heats up between you and Barry.
Pairing: Barry Berkman x hitman!girlfriend reader
It’s getting late. Barry told you that he’d be at your place by now. You understand why he’s not here yet. He’s working tonight and those things take as long as they’re going to take.
You and Barry have been secretly seeing each other for the past few months. It started off as a casual fling but it quickly turned into something much deeper. You fell in love. Lately you’ve found it hard to keep away from one another and spend almost every night together.
You step out onto the balcony to enjoy the warm summer evening as you wait for Barry. While taking in the view, you see him approach your apartment building.
“Hey Berkman,” you call down to your boyfriend below.
Barry looks up, grinning like a devil. You always know how to put a smile on his face.
“Hey Y/N. Sorry it took so long…” Barry apologizes.
“It’s cool,” you tell him, “I have some ideas on how you can make it up to me.”
“Oh yeah? What were you thinking?” Barry chuckles.
“Come up here and find out,” you tease.
Barry smirks to himself. He picks up the pace as he heads towards the building’s entrance.
KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK
You put your hand up, signaling Barry to stop walking. He freezes in place.
“Y/N?” Barry gives you a confused look.
“Someone’s at the door. Go hide!” you urgently warn Barry.
You rush to the door and look through the peephole. Your eyes widen. It’s your handler, Diane. You immediately open the door.
“Diane, hey! What are you doing here?” you ask as you anxiously tie the belt of your robe, hiding the cute delicates you wore for Barry.
“Were you expecting someone else?” Diane snickers.
She looks you up and down as she steps inside your place.
“Yeah, uh, just some hook up coming over later. It’s nothing serious,” you lie convincingly.
“Oh, do I know them?” Diane raises an eyebrow.
You shake your head. Another lie. But what Diane doesn’t know won’t hurt her...
“Good. Well just don’t do anything stupid, like getting pregnant,” Diane cautions.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” you roll your eyes, “So what’s up?”
“I need you to do a job tomorrow,” your handler explains.
You nod. Diane reaches into her designer bag and pulls out a file full of documents. She hands it to you.
“Here’s all the info you need to know. And remember, make it-”
“Clean!” you finish Diane’s sentence.
“That’s right,” Diane gives you a proud look. She’s taught you well.
You quickly sift through the file, checking out a copy of the target’s driver’s license.
“Thanks, Diane. I’ll take care of it and call you when the job is done,” you assure her.
“I knew I could count on you. Anyways, I should get going. Have fun tonight…” Diane winks.
You blush and look down at your feet. Diane lets herself out, closing the door behind her.
You put down the target’s file and hurry back towards the balcony. Suddenly you see Barry climb over the ledge, landing firmly on his feet.
“Oh my God, Barry!” you gasp.
“Hey who was at the door?” Barry nods.
“Diane. Come in before she sees!”
You pull Barry’s arm, ushering him inside. Then you hastily close the sliding door and draw the curtains.
“How’d you even get up here? Did you just scale my building? It’s like two stories!” you exclaim.
“Yeah, uh, I snuck in through the garden gate and climbed up. Is that okay?” Barry asks.
“Are you kidding? That’s so hot!”
You wrap your arms around Barry’s neck and pull him into a kiss. Barry rests his hands on your hips and kisses you back.
“I missed you,” Barry says softly.
“Missed you more,” you reply.
“Not possible,” he shakes his head.
You shyly smile. Before meeting Barry, you never thought you could be this happy. You believed that you were destined to be alone. Then Barry changed everything. He means so much to you. You are determined to protect him and this relationship at all costs.
“Let’s spend tomorrow night at your place,” you suggest, “I don’t want Diane to pop by unexpectedly again.”
“That’s fine,” Barry sighs.
Although you two work in the same world, you have a few more rules to follow than Barry. You warned him that Diane would get angry if she found out about the relationship. Barry doesn’t want to keep secrets but he does it for you.
“I’m sorry. It’s just… I wish we could go somewhere our handlers will never find us,” you shrug.
“What if, uh, what if we move in together?” Barry nervously stutters.
“What?” your jaw drops.
Barry takes a deep breath. The timing was a little impulsive but truth be told, he's been thinking about asking you that question since you first exchanged I love you’s. You are the best thing that’s ever happened to Barry and he believes you’re both ready to take the next step.
“What if we move in together?” your boyfriend repeats with more confidence.
“Are you serious?” you ask.
“Yeah, think about it! We’ll get a little place downtown and we’ll figure it out. We don’t have to tell Diane or Fuches. It would be our home, no stress... Just for us,” Barry reassures you.
Just for us. That sounds perfect.
“Okay, let’s do it,” you agree.
“Really?” Barry’s face lights up.
You nod enthusiastically, “Yes, definitely yes! Let’s live in an apartment that we both live in!”
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♡- Fluff ♢- Angst ♧- Mulitchaptered ☆- Au ✎- Series
Fics are sorted newest to oldest, there's more on my ao3 i simply do not interact with the fandoms they are part of anymore and as such will not be linking them
Mars ♢♡♧ ; We were amateurs at war/Strangers to suffering
The life and times of one Tubbo Underscore.
At long last, love has arrived ♡ ; And I thank God I'm alive/You're just too good to be true/Can't take my eyes off of you
beeduo enderwalk fluff :)
'Cause we could stay home and watch the sunset ♡♢ ; But I can't help from asking, "Are you bored yet?"/And if you're feeling lonely you should tell me/Before this ends up as another memory
tubbo and tommy talk
Before you cross the street ♡ ; Take my hand/Life is what happens to you/While you're busy making other plans
tubbo tells michael about l'manberg
You and me need never be lonely again ♡ ; Spin with me endlessly or at least until the end/Please never fall in love again
ranboo monologues about tubbo ig idk man
I still wanna be your favorite boy ♡ ; I wanna be the one/I might just be the one
bro idk they're just being soft platonic husbands, i wrote this as a gift NFHDSKJL love u cherry ur pog
'Cause I don't think that wasting (A second of this time) ♡♢ ; Would benefit the outcome/Of the life I had in mind/I'll refer to you as my special love/The one that set me free
Michael gets sick, Ranboo and Tubbo realize family life is harder than it seems
I can't be the only one who hears you ♡♢ ; Tears falling down at the party/Saddest little baby in the room/Fears, tell me fears, don't get me started
tubbo from ranboo's perspective
Life's too short to worry about things that we got wrong ♡ ; So hug all your friends and let them know/You're not letting go
sam helps tommy make a gift for tubbo :D
I will wait for this to end ♡♢ ; The back and forth; the battery/For you at last to comprehend/The kind of love of which I speak.
spoilers for the finale 1.20.21
we didn't start the fire ✎ ; Canon divergent au with semi-canon sbi family dynamic (Techno's relationship with it is. Complicated.) No L'manburg exploding, and Niki is here bc I love Niki :) It also starts at the first festival, nothing after that is connected to canon in any way.
tell me, atlas. what is heavier? ♢♡ ; the world or its people's hearts?
And if I could, I'd get you the moon c ; And give it to you/And if death was coming for you/I'd give my life for you
takes place a week after the first fic in the series, but can be read as a standalone piece!
Wasn't it love as soon as we knew each other properly? ♡ ; Livin' 'bout half right 'til a certain person got to me/Nothin' is secret, everythin's sacred, how it ought to be/Under the moonlight on a clear night
merlin and lancelot being gay gay homosexual gay
Lungs ♡♢ ; He tried to push through, to make his aching lungs take in more air and keep going, he couldn’t.
At the edges of my fingers ♡♧ ; Never quite closing ‘round it/Oh, that peace like a river/Always going, but never getting
Merlin and Arthur but there's only one bed(roll)
A narrative waste of patches and light ♡♢ ; We grew up in the suburbs then we cut all our ties/Now just take a look at this through Gwyllian eyes/You're wrong my friend, the road, it bends a bit to the right
Slice of life merthur, i guess?
May their carbon given ♡♧ ; Be an echoing hymn/That goes on and on and on again/So long as I live
Am I still speaking? ♢♧ ; Yeah I’m long in the wind/I’ll go on and on and on again/If my chest don’t cave in
We've got younger faces ♡♢ ; Than our hearts are letting on
Oc ficlet :]
Hanahaki ♢♡♧ ; ‘Anemone: Forsaken, forgotten love, affection.’
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a new-old kind of love
(AN: I didn't edit. This is just for fun)
There was a time in which he was the first out of bed. As years have gone by, that seems to have changed. Not because he’s actually getting up later but because she keeps waking up earlier.
Veronica is out of bed and starts with her routine of pilates, reads the Financial Times, has the first cup of coffee from her coffee machine – one of her most prized possessions –, and is answering emails at their kitchen table by the time he comes back from his morning run.
But some things haven’t changed. Bathroom doors are kept unlock so he’s never surprised to find her there when he steps out of the shower – he is pleasantly surprised from time to time when she steps in the shower while he’s still in there, though. It used to be because of the kids but now it’s because they finally learned what privacy means. Funny how all it takes for them to get it is to become teenagers with the urge to lock doors.
Archie wraps a towel around his hips and presses a kiss on Veronica’s cheek, looking at her through the mirror. At forty-seven he could look worse but that’d mean he wouldn’t be up to Veronica’s level. And talking about that…
She takes a jar from his side of the bathroom cabinet and turns around in his arms.
“While I love a matured version of you,” she announces, opening the jar, “and those crow’s feet might be a sign of all the smiles in our lives,” she takes a dab of the cream and applies it to his face. “I won’t let your face look like old newspaper.” Her movements are careful and he doesn’t complain to look at her in these minutes she primps him – as Audrey says. Granted, he’s not the kind of guy who would’ve bought himself those products, or even apply sunscreen daily. But Veronica made him that guy.
And it’s not like he doesn’t care about his looks – after all, he was the one choosing to start eating healthier once he noticed what looked like love-handles to be. Veronica teased him, but she was all for it. Their kids were annoying having onion rings and burgers in front of his spinach omelet, but he’s come to terms with how they can be little pricks.
There are fine lines across Veronica’s face. Nothing noticeable for anyone else. Her curves aren’t what they used to be, but she’s still stunning and he could stare at her all day marveling in her beauty.
“Done,” she pats his naked chest, making him chuckle.
She turns around and walks back into their room to spritz some perfume and pick a pair of earrings.
He’s already in boxers and picking the right shirt for the pair of dark jeans he already chose. Casual, but not too casual.
“Can you believe Audrey is visiting us for the first time since she went away to college?” He has a smile on his face. His little girl might be eighteen but she’s still the grumpy tiny baby dressed in lavender that puked on the archbishop during her baptism.
“What I can’t believe is how long we’ve dealt with moody teenagers. Seems like Freddie’s been fifteen for ten years.”
He snorts a laugh. Their son has been going through adolescence being some kind of nightmare. He used to be the lovable good boy, and he still is but he gets in trouble often because of that. He’s been grounded for the last two weeks after throwing a party at Lodge-Andrews Lodge and somehow messing up the jacuzzi – which they haven’t got a reply of how that happened.
“And you know Audrey is not here for us, but because of her girlfriend,” Veronica adds and smiles with pity when she sees his face falling as he slips his shirt on. “Archie–”
“I really didn’t need you ruining my day. You know I’m her favorite parent and you couldn’t give me that.”
Veronica laughs and goes on tiptoes to kiss him.
“You’re my favorite. Always.” Her hands cradle his face and he grins before leaning forward, pressing his forehead to hers.
“And you’re mine, but let’s not tell the kids,” he whispers.
“Oh, god, no. Imagine how much they’d complain.”
“I cannot wait for when it’s just the two of us again,” he blurts out, and Veronica’s eyes widen before she starts laughing loudly. She swivels around and pushes him back onto their bed, before climbing on top of him. His hands take her by the hips and her hair falls around her face like a flowy curtain before she pushes it to one side so they can look at each other.
“How about a little taste of our future?”
Archie feels the thrill of having sex in the morning, sneaking around like when they were teens but also because they had to perfect the technique during the last eighteen years. His hands sneak under her skirt quickly, while Veronica’s try to unbuckle his belt.
But right then their bedroom door bursts open and Audrey stands there with a big smile that falls as soon as she takes in the compromising position of her parents.
“I’d wonder if you’re trying to replace me, but fortunately I know you’re too old, dad got a vasectomy and mom wouldn’t for a million years let her body be wrecked again.” She rolls her eyes. “Nice way of welcoming home.”
Veronica sits back on Archie’s thighs and buckles him back up while he feels his face turning bright red as if he were the fifteen-year-old.
Freddie’s head pops in and he rolls his eyes as well. “Gross. Old people shouldn’t be allowed to have sex.” But he kisses his sister’s cheek and hugs her sideways before walking away. “They’ve been extra horny since you moved. When I leave, they’ll be rabbits.”
“Frederick!” Veronica scolds but he’s already far enough to pretend to ignore her.
“You arrived at four in the afternoon. I was picking you up,” Archie mutters, trying to fix his hair and shirt while standing up, but he still looks disheveled.
Veronica is already hugging their firstborn like a dotting mother, complimenting her look and noticing she’s wearing the bracelet they got her for her eighteenth birthday.
“I was but I changed my ticket and BB picked me up.”
His face falls. He could hate Cheryl’s daughter Bella for stealing time with his daughter, but he knows Cheryl’s not a fan of the chance of being associated with him. He’ll say they are even. Besides Bella makes Audrey happy, and he would never be against that.
“Daddy,” Audrey calls when she notices his disappointment. But all is forgiven when he wraps her in a hug and she giggles in his ear. “Don’t lift me up. Don’t– ugh, dad.”
Veronica chuckles behind them.
“I imagine we’re having lunch at Pop’s, right? Your father has been saving his cheating day for today. I think he actually dreamed with a burger last night.”
“Shush,” Veronica quips. “I know you like I know my children. And all Frederick needs are onion rings and a chocolate milkshake because Lila hasn’t been replying to his texts while he’s grounded.”
There’s silence before a door opens and Freddie stands there, pouting. “I told her nothing happened in the jacuzzi but I’m grounded and I can’t visit her to talk to her in person.”
So that’s the reason for his bad mood… Archie looks at Veronica and thinks how true it is that mothers have that special instinct. And how they’ve done pretty great after all.
(That doesn’t mean they aren’t excited about having the house to themselves again.)
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Cold Warm Memories.
Hey, good day to you all.
This is basically not my first time writting a fanfic, but it's been a long time.
Anyways, this text was not written by an expert, it's bad, and english is not my first lenguaje, so, be kind.
Somewhere in Nevada
"Is that… "
“Oh my god.”
"Is that snow?!"
In the hellscape that was a Nevada, land that long ago abandoned any type of logic, the weather was the only thing that stayed mostly to a certain regime, never something too crazy, weirdly enough. It wasn't usual for the common acidic rain once in a while, it maintain the dead, grey and dry dessert where they lived or strong winds that would send to fly the roofs off of buildings.
The temperatures some days were high like hell itself and other days was certainly cold, also like hell.
This time, however, it seemed that those past days were a little too cold.
Not much before, they were deep in slumber, but when the four A.A.A agents got up to start the day, they stopped in their tracks when they got to a window. The snow was probably a couple of inches thick, it was certain it started to snow last night and it still continued.
"Holy shit… i think i never saw snow before…” Deimos, of the four, seemed the most awestruck, he looked at Sanford, at his right “And you, 'ford?”
“Welp… i would be lying if i told you that i did… i-i don't remember” Sandford didn't seem all that surprised but confused, he was pretty much expresive in his stand on the matter, putting his hands on his hips, looking outside with a puzzled look "i must say, this is very weird…"
There was a deep silence for a couple of seconds.
" … I bet you i'm outside faster!" exclaimed the technitian, who was already running towards his room. It wasn't weird seeing him that excited, the thing that was weird was that he never was that energetic so early in the morning, normally the man would give a killer look if you even dared to ask him the hour.
"Hey, wait!" And soon followed Sanford, running to his room to dress up for the ocassion, either to babysit his partner or to also get to experience the snow.
And now, only 2BDamned and Hank were by the window, neither of them saying anything. They were the least faced or at least didn't bother to express it, after all, both had already covered their faces before getting out of their rooms. Hank looked at his side, seeing that the other was looking outside with curiosity, mostly at the dark and reddish sky, that seemed a bit more pale that most days, before stepping back and stretching, he didn't seem to care that much.
"Honestly, i don't get the excitment, everything can happen in this piece of shit place…" It seemed that the new ocurrence bothered the man to a degree, he problably didn't enjoyed the cold weather "I'm going to go back to work… and you?"
That last question took him by surprise.
Hank didn't care for what was going outside, weather was never one of his worries, even on missions, but now, even after all those years before everything went to hell, even he didn't remember what snow was like. He just answered with a shrugh of his shoulders, that day was a calm one, no missions, no nothing, he could go back to sleep, give maintinace to his weapons or …
"Anyway, do what you want, i want none of you bothering me…" and then he was gone, probably to the cafeteria to get some coffee.
From his part, he went outside.
The first thing he felt, was the cold wind that hit his naked hands, neck and the parts of his face that werent covered by goggles or black cloth. His black clothing soon was full of white speckles, more in his shoulders and head, his boots now where ankle deep in white, the sound that came out when he stepped in snow that crunched under his weight was … weirdly satisfactory.
He stayed in his place for a moment, feeling a light shiver crawling up his back, it seemed that dying and coming back multiple times didn't mean he could just stand in freezing temperatures and not be affected to it, but he could handle it, he always did.
Being in silence, alone and doing nothing that had something to do with the war currenly lose in Nevada was weird, even in the more peaceful of days, generally training, getting better from injuries, cheking arsenal between other things, that was his life now.
But when he was alone, he always was surprised of how quickly his mind would go back to his past life, when he didn't kill for a job, when he could take relaxing walks on parks and no one would try to kill him on sight.
But, did he even missed that life?
That was a question that, weirdly, he didn't want to respond, or maybe, he didn't even knew how to.
The truth was that he had already gone through so much that everything form those times felt incredibly far, like thinking on a movie that you only saw once in your childhood or waking up with a grasp of your dream of last night, even forcing himself to try and remember didn't work.
And it was probably because… he wasn't that person anymore.
A strong and cold wind hit hin in the back, only getting his clothes to be moved strongly with the current, seeing the flakes of snow being violently shaken at his surroundings. He put his head up to the new white horizon that went on for miles and miles, and at the distance, he could see someone.
It was himself.
His body wasn't covered by black clothes, no bendages or even weapons on sight, he was just looking at him at a great distance, and it wasn't the first time Hank had seen that silouette. After his first death he started to saw himself in moments likes these, silent and alone, looking him through a window, at the side of his bed, from doors and hallways, although these aparitions were short and dissapeared with the blink of the eye, with time, they started to be longer and longer, but everytime that man appeared to be more and more farther.
It was like he was leaving that part of himself behind.
In the deepest point of his meditation, he heard the door behind him open.
He snapped back by pure reflex, taking a couple of steps away like a scared animal but he relaxed his body when he noticed it was only Deimos and Sanford, the first one had coming out basically running out of the grey building, follow by his partner who was a little more careful in his movements. Both were wearing diferent clothes than the usual, with clearly more capes of cloth and the taller man was covering his torso, wich was a change for the better, in Hank's opinion.
" Hohohoh… Holy shit! ” exclaimed Deimos, making long steps in the snow, looking at all direccions, his face basically shining with surprise and happiness. Sanford looked a bit more careful of his accions, after all, it had been decades since they heard anything about snow at all, for all they know, the white sustance could be deadly toxic or have a weird abnormal properties.
“Incredible… just like in your movies, D… will we need a pine tree, then?” answered Sanford, with a smile. The pair usuallyed stay really late in night watching incredibly old films some days, Hank was never too interested, he prefered always to go and sleep his free time away, but the movies always made some good background noise for when he was bussy with other things.
“Ehhhh well… we'll see” the technitian made a pause, then he finally noticed the taller and silent man, he chuckled, Hank noticed but didn't understand the reason.
“Hank, how long have you been out here? You're covered!”
When he heard the "demolitions man" comment about his state, he looked at his shoulders, wich where actually covered in the white and cold snow. He cleaned his shoulders and head with his hands, he noticed how now the cloth was slightly wet and sighed, he might not go out anywhere that day but he really didn't want to change already.
Now that catched his interest, Deimos had thrown a snowball to Sanford right in the face.
It wasn't to long when Deimos and Sanford started to run around him, throwing snowballs to eachother, laughing, just enjoying the moment. He just stared, thinking about them and the relationship he had with the pair; Accountances?, work partnes? … friends?
Did he even had Friends?
Did that matter?
Wanting to test that theory, he silently got some of the snow of the ground between his hands, compacting it with his fingers and palms, he continued until he was pleased with the size and form with the ball, and then he looked to the two of them, they weren't playing anymore but they were looking at him, or more exactly at his hands, like a pair of deer in front of the highlights of s truck.
“Hank, are you-”
“Oh, hell yeah… ”
Oh well, there goes nothing.
“I fucking hate the three of you so much right now, i hope you know that” exclaimed, crossed armed, front of the three, now occupied, beds in the infirmary.
It had passed three days since the first day of snow, it kept snowing at diferent leves of intensity, some hours less than others, it would probably become a issue soon when they needed to go out for provisions or a mission. He personally would never admit the fact that those were actually one of the little times where he enjoyed himself and didn't have to kill someone before or after.
But why was the Doc mad?
The three of them came down with a particulary strong case of a common cold, sligh fevers, coughs, sore throats, runny noses, it was the first time in ages they weren't there for wounds and that was certanly bad, because now they didn't have enough medice for the three of them.
Although he refused to take it, he would get better by his own, he always had.
“… It was worth it” said Deimos, with a clearly sore and hurting throat, his voice was low and weak.
“Will it be worthy when i kick you so hard in the ass my boot comes out of your mouth, stupid child?” answered instantly 2B, he clearly was clearly in a worse mood than before.
“D-Don't be do rude… we didn't know-” Sanford sounded funnier, with a nasal voice while one of his hands was holding a tissue box.
“And you shut up, you should know better” snapped back the doctor.
Hank just simply put his head in the pillow snd tried to sleep it off, still listening to the trio fight like a parent and his children.
At least now, he knew he had friends, if that even changed anything.
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Cordell/Emily for the ship meme!
ULTIMATE SHIP MEME! // @emilyywalker
SEND IN TWO (OR MORE) NAMES AND I’LL FILL ALL THIS OUT ABOUT THE SHIP!
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Awful | Ew | No pics pls | I’m not comfortable | Alright | I like it! | Got Pics? | Let’s do it! | Why is this not getting more attention?! | The OTP to rule all other OTPs
How long will they last? Until death do them apart *side eye*
How quickly did/will they fall in love? They started out as high school sweethearts so it was a youthful love that grew into a love they wanted to continue into adulthood.
How was their first kiss? When they were still in school. Nothing epic, but it was sweet and a little awkward and quite innocent.
Who proposed? He propsed to her.
Who is the best man/men? Hoyt and Liam.
Who is the braid’s maid(s)? Geri?
Who did the most planning? Probably her.
Who stressed the most? Probably her, but a bit him too.
How fancy was the ceremony?
Back of a pickup truck | Normal Church Wedding | Kate and William wish they were this big.
Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? Someone I can’t come up with right now lol
Who is on top? Emily, but honestly, switcharoo is a thing!
Who is the one to instigate things? Both.
How healthy is their sex life?
Barely touch themselves let alone each other | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | They are humping each other on the couch right now
How kinky are they?
Straight missionary with the lights off | Might try some butt stuff and toys | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head
How long do they normally last? Pretty average. But if Emily does that specific thing he likes a lot he’s good to goo way too soon lmao.
Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? Of course.
How rough are they in bed?
Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.
How much cuddling/snuggling do they do?
No touching after sex | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.
How many children will they have naturally? Two, Stella and August.
How many children will they adopt? None, unless you count pets ;)
Who gets stuck with the most diapers? Emily, but Cordi would help.
Who is the stricter parent? I think maybe both would be a bit on the 50/50?
Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? Cordi.
Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? Emily.
Who is the more loved parent? Oh my god how mean. Emily? lol
Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? Either one.
Who cried the most at graduation? Emily.
Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? Lmao
Who does the most cooking? Emily, but Cordi’s pretty good too. I love the idea of them cooking together when they can.
Who is the most picky in their food choice? Emily?
Who does the grocery shopping? Both, mostly Emily?
How often do they bake desserts? Not that often, but maybe sometimes for weekends?
Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? They’re Texans! Meat lovers! But salad to keep healthy lives are important!
Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? I think they both could have their moments here.
Who is more likely to suggest going out? Cordi.
Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking? Neither, but Cordi.
Who cleans the room? The kids *snickers*
Who is really against chores? Also the kids.
Who cleans up after the pets? All of them.
Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? The kids.
Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? Emily.
Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? Cordi. Maybe Emily placed it there to make him want to try it again rofl
Who takes the longer showers/baths? They try to keep it to five minutes *wink wink*
Who takes the dog out for a walk? Both
How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? When there’s a holiday to decorate for?
What are their goals for the relationship? Happy life, safe children.
Who is most likely to sleep till noon? Cordi if it’s his day off.
Who plays the most pranks? Emily.
Hello! I was reading your fics and I loved 💞
Can I request how would Donnie reacts if his S/O tells him she's pregnant? He thought it was impossible but he always wished be a father.
yes yes yes. i love daddy don. i got u.
thank you too for reading, it makes me feel so good when i see that people enjoy my stuff. <3 i couldn’t help but feel really good writing this one, donnie is such a sweetheart.
warnings :: sfw, parenthood? pregnant reader, fluff
Donatello and you have been together for a long time now, and you were very sure you wanted stay that way for as long as you possibly could. This 6’8 ft tall terrapin was the love of your life. Ever since you met him, you knew he was going to be someone special in your life.
Who would’ve known you’d both be trying to start a family together?
Donnie feared how such a stunt would effect you and your health, as much as he wanted a baby with you, that’s what he cared most about. He searched and searched the web to see if it could even be possible to do it. But after weeks of trying, he found nothing on it. He started to believe it was impossible. You assured him that he didn’t have to think so hard on it.
“Let’s try okay? If nothing happens, it’ll be alright.” You insisted one night, he was sitting on his chair with his eyes glued to his monitor, clicking away at his keyboard. You rubbed up and down his shoulders to get him to relax, trying to ease him off his computer. He eased into your touch and leaned back, closing his eyes.
“Alright. I’ll meet you in just a second, my love.” He gave in and you felt accomplished. He pulled your face down to lay a loving kiss on your lips and he sent you off into your shared bedroom.
You both, we’re hoping for the best.
And just a few days later you had gotten that.
You’ve been trying to start a family with Donatello for a while now but none of the tests you took came back positive. Even you yourself were starting to believe it was impossible, just as much as Donnie did.
Staring down at all of the negative tests on the counter top made you want to burst into tears. You wanted this so bad, you really did. Giving up on this idea would be devastating.
But now, you were gazing down at two red lines.
“Oh my god …” You choked out. Your heart dropped into your stomach as soon as you looked at the test. Your first immediate thought was to tell your lover, so you quickly ran on shaky legs to find him.
Donnie was in his lab working, where you could always find him. But once you came close to the lab you were scared.
Scared of what? You couldn’t help but feel nervous to tell him, even with how bad you both wanted this.
What if he changed his mind on this whole thing while you were getting the tests at the store?
“Y/n, hey beautiful, could you come look at something for me?” Donnie asked once he had saw you standing there. He had no idea what was going on in your head at that moment, so you sighed and put the test in your back pocket with a grin. Maybe this shouldn’t be too hard.
“Yeah, but you know i’m not as smart as you are so don’t expect anything much.” You affirmed while walking up to him and he snorted. He was mixing some kind of chemicals, you had assumed from what it looked like. As much as you never understood what he worked on for hours on end as much as he did, you loved when he would tell you about it.
“That’s not true, I hate when you say that stuff.” He responded and pulled you down to sit in his lap, to which you hesitated because, well, there was literally a pregnancy test in your pocket. But you obliged and seated down on his thighs, which were much much larger then your own. It was like sitting on an actual chair.
“Uhuh, whatever you say mister.” You supposed and flicked his glasses, making them move up his snout just enough to make it crooked. He huffed and placed them where they needed to be. Wrapping his left arm around your waist, he pointed to his computer.
“I was just wondering which one you’d prefer.” He said, referring to the two different body scrubs on ulta. You yourself snorted at his antics, he always wanted to buy you things.
“Yeah? I know you like the shea sugar stuff.” He mentioned.
“I always get the watermelon, you know that.”
“It’s still good to check right? Hey, you never know.”
You both chuckled and he decided to kiss you on the cheek, before moving his mouse across the screen to put the scrub into his cart.
He was so beautiful, such a beautiful brain and a kind heart. You hoped your soon to be child would be just like him. Every little trait, his flaws and his strengths. He was admittedly, the most important thing in your life. Just looking at him was enough to make you want to well up with tears.
As you both were sitting there enjoying each other’s company, you had almost forgotten about the test. You gathered up the courage with a deep inhale, followed by an exhale. Donnie heard this and looked at you with a confused look in his eyes.
“Don, you know how we’ve been trying to have a baby recently?” You mumbled, putting your hands on your thighs for support, squeezing them tightly. His eyes followed yours, studying your actions like he would a piece of paper with equations on it.
“Of course, is everything okay sweetheart?” He questioned you, he couldn’t help but think you were about to tell him something terrible. He was the afraid one now.
You stood up and he let you go, definitely missing your touch. Sneakily, you put your arm around yourself to pull the test out.
“Well, I think we’re gonna have to make room for another little ninja ..” You announced by showing him the test, finally. He still had a confused look plastered on his face but then he saw the plastic stick in the palm of your hand. He sat there for a second just observing the test, until he took it from you. Donnie thought his heart had stopped.
“You’re ..” He muttered in disbelief. You nodded at him.
“I’m pregnant-“ You tried to say but he already had his arms wrapped tightly around you. You swore you could feel how fast his heart was beating against your own. Faintly, you could make out a few tiny cries into your shoulder.
“I’m gonna be, a dad? I- .. I thought it-“ He tried to say but you shut him up with a kiss, which he happily accepted anyways.
“Well you obviously thought wrong.” You replied after you parted and he laughed, making a few more tears fall from the corners of his eyes. You wiped them away with your thumbs.
Very soon after he dropped to his knees and sat you down on the chair he was in before. He gently laid his hands on your stomach. He knew that there wasn’t much in there just yet, but just the simple fact that there was going to be was enough for him.
He pulled you close and wrapped his large arms around your torso, nuzzling his face into your abdomen.
“I’m gonna protect you and your mama, I promise.” He whispered into you.
You had nothing to worry about.
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my thoughts on mirai nikki
aka future diary
(first half is spoiler free!)
whew, where do i even start? what a rollercoaster of emotions this show was.
it’s an old one, and i’m a good 10 years late to the party, but i’m still glad i watched it.
i discovered this anime when i was looking for something along the lines of danganronpa, which i had experienced earlier this year and LOVED.
(i also wrote about my love of danganronpa here if you wanna be my fav person ever and check it out👇)
but back to the topic at hand.
the concept of future diary is crazy cool in my opinion.
12 different people with a variety of ages and personalities and backgrounds are thrown into a killing game in order to become god of the universe. oh, and did i mention they each have a snazzy little diary that tells them the future?
how does that NOT sound cool?!
as for the characters, future diary is home to the yandere queen herself, yuno gasai.
and let me tell you: she did not disappoint.
murder, threats, drugging, kidnapping, there was nothing she wouldn’t do for her man.
do i condemn it? absolutely.
do i also slightly admire her dedication? possibly.
yukiteru on the other hand, although he was the protagonist i did find him to be lacking and almost always dragged along by yuno’s giant personality for majority of the show. he did undergo a pretty cool character shift near the end of the show so that was entertaining to see.
(⚠️spoilers start here!⚠️)
the way he so quickly changed from a timid schoolboy, who participated in the game only to survive, into a killing machine who murdered his friends IN COLD BLOOD gave me goosebumps. truly one of the most chilling parts of the show.
he believed so strongly that he would be able to bring everyone he loved back to life when he became god, that he had no trouble killing them. one by one they fell, and it was heartbreaking to me, as the viewer, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to bring them back like he hoped.
now to the nitty gritty.
i knew right from the start that yuki and yuno’s relationship would be something definitely worth writing about.
there are dozens of different opinions and feelings on this, so i will give you mine. (you do not have to agree!)
starting in the first world, before the diary game began in the first place, their relationship started out as one that you would normally see. a girl has a crush on a guy, blah blah blah, it was totally healthy.
where it goes from healthy to unhealthy is at the end of the first word’s survival game. since both yuno and yuki were participating in the game and only one could survive, first world yuno went through the same thing second world yuki did: the sudden realization of being unable to bring the dead back to life.
stuck being the god of the universe with no yuki, yuno uses her powers to create an entirely new world, known as the second world, in which she can relive everything that went on in the first world, and in which her beloved yuki is alive.
her love for yuki, at this point, has turned into something of desperation and enteral longing. we, as the viewer, thought it was just her personality to be obsessed with yuki, but what we find out later on is that she acts that way because she already lost yuki once before and knows what comes next.
at the end of the second survival game, yuno is content with yuki killing her and winning the game, because she knows there is no other option. yuki, on the other hand, who has grown fond of yuno and has developed feelings for her, refuses.
when yuno realizes that her only options are to kill yuki or both of them dying as a result of the world ending with no god, she decides to create a third world in which she can relive everything once again.
at this point yuki knows the truth behind first world yuno’s existence, so he also travels to the third world in an attempt to stop her from killing her third world self and starting the chain of events once again.
yuno, being god, is able to give yuki what he always wanted: a dream world with both his parents alive. but yuki ultimately sacrifices this dream world because he wants yuno.
he chooses her over what he always wanted.
IF THATS NOT LOVE IDK WHAT IS
this turns into a climactic final battle, but ultimately ends when yuno realizes how happy her third world self is, and doesn’t have it in her to kill her after all
yeah that’s right, the murder machine herself can’t bring herself to kill. what a turn of events. i think this really shows how her character drastically changes in these last few episodes.
this leaves them both back where they started. since there are two people left in the game, the universe is crumbling. since yuki doesn’t have it in him to kill yuno, that leaves yuno with yet another dilemma.
SHE THEN KILLS HERSELF CUZ SHE PROMISED YUKI SHE WOULD NEVER KILL HIM.
it’s something you can see coming from a mile away but it still hits hard. T^T
they share a dying kiss, and then yuki is yeeted away to become the next god, a position he has no desire for anymore.
years pass, and yuki refuses to create a new world without yuno.
HE JUST SITS THERE FOR LIKE THOUSANDS OF YEARS IN NOTHINGNESS
although first and second world yuno are both dead, the third world yuno that was saved ends up crossing space and time to find yuki. equipped with the original yuno’s memories, she finds yuki in his black hole of nothingness and they live happily ever after.
at the end of my long rant, i guess you could say my point is that i admire this ship.
many disagree and say it is unhealthy and toxic, (i mean yuno literally drugged and kidnapped yuki in an attempt to run away together), and i would have to agree.
i mean, it’s like that for majority of the show.
but somewhere along the way, there’s a shift. and this shift is what makes it so beautiful in my opinion.
it goes from yuki running away from a stalkerish yuno, to yuki willingly sacrificing everything for her.
LIKE COME ON!!!
pulls at the heartstrings a little 😭
and for you akise x yuki shippers, i’m totally on board with this ship as well. i love love love how unlike his relationship with yuno, what yuki and akise have is based on truth and honesty. every thing akise does is for yuki, and he always has his best interests in mind, something yuno didnt always do.
i just really really really wish we got more of that. more interactions, more romance, just more of something you know? the kiss was beautiful and i squealed like a little kid- i just feel like there was so much wasted potential for the two of them, whereas yuki x yuno clearly had the proper time and effort put into developing their relationship.
anyhoo, this was a loooong review, so if you made it this far i love you <3
till next time!!
(this has gotta be one of my fav gifs ever)
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New Amsterdam Chapter 26
One of the security guards, Peter thought it was Happy, stopped him on the way into work. “You need a new ID,” the man said as he gestured Peter into the office.
There was nothing new about this. People were randomly assigned new ID’s all the time; it was a little surprising he’d been tapped though, because he’d just gotten a new one the month prior. Still, it wasn’t unusual.
In the security office he gave them his information (again), had his picture taken (with glasses this time), and got his new ID—that he stared at. As a lowly lab assistant his ID had a light green border around it. Except—his new ID had an orange border, and the letters SLA as his designation. “Hey,” he said as he firmly pushed out of the security office, “What’s SLA?”
The door closed behind him and he stared at it for a moment. Well, he knew, no matter what designation was on his ID, that he was due in Dr. Stacey’s lab. So he went up there. He didn’t quite expect his ID to work; he didn’t have the clearance, but—it did. He was able to get to the floor. He walked through the hall dividing Dr. Stacey’s lab from Dr. Banner’s lab keeping an eye on it, in case this was some kind of sophisticated prank.
His Spidey senses weren’t going off. The floor wasn’t coated in oil, or anything else that would be unpleasant later. His new ID opened the door to the lab, and he stared inside for a moment.
“What’s wrong?” asked Dr. Stacey from her bench. “Didn’t you get your new ID?”
“Well, yes,” admitted Peter nervously, “but I’ve never heard of an SLA.” He stepped into the lab, reassured that he was supposed to be there.
“Pepper wrote it up. It’s a new position that basically means that I’ll have to share you with Bruce over there.” She gestured to the glass doors. Peter followed the gesture, met the bemused brown eyes of the scientist over there, who then waved at him.
After waving back Peter admitted, “I don’t really understand.”
Dr. Stacey sighed and rubbed her eyes under her glasses. Peter tensed; that body language used to come right before a reprimand—or being fired. “I know,” she said wearily. She turned away from the bench and gestured to one of the lab stools. “Take a seat Peter. I’m not going to bite you.” Nervously, he obeyed. “Look, you are a talented scientist. I know I’m not the first one to mention it.”
Peter’s hands twisted on the strap to his bag as he stared at her, wide-eyed. How much did she know? Oh, God, had they figured out about Norman? About Oscorp?
Dr. Stacey sighed again. “God. I was right.” Before Peter could ask what she was right about, she continued. “Now, I know that, for whatever reason—and I’m not accepting ‘I’m not good enough’ as a reason,” she added sharply with a fierce glare, “You don’t want your own lab. Fine. That works. We’re not going to force you to get one. Tony wants you to play around in the big labs, see what you’re missing so you want one, and we’ve got him distracted.”
Peter blinked. “You do?” he asked in confusion. “How?”
Dr. Stacey smiled grimly. “It was Pepper’s idea. She put a box of cats on his desk, and now his office looks like a shrine to the Feline God. He’s got at least six cat scratchers in there, and you should hear him whine about how the kittens must not like them because they’re not using them.”
Peter, realizing that the cat and kittens in question had to be Puddles and her kittens, blinked. “They’re four days old,” he said.
The grin widened. “I know,” she said smugly. “Now we can actually get some work done. You’re to trade off working in my lab and in Bruce’s lab, and you’re to have time to work on your own projects. You know how to record everything?” He nodded. “Good. Don’t forget. Time to get to work.”
Peter nodded, put his bag on the hook by the door and got a lab coat, before heading back to work on the organic matrix. After a while he began to hum as he worked, fingers flying over the keys. He had an idea on how to get that neural network inlaid…
Life was actually, for the moment, really good. Deadpool was doing a great job patrolling the city—so good that the crime rate had gone down fifty percent. He wasn’t running into Eddie at the Bugle—because there was no Spiderman to compete for pictures of. And then there was his time with Deadpool. With Wade.
It was more than time for Peter to admit that he enjoyed spending time with Wade. Well, more than enjoyed it. He was actually crushing really hard on the older merc, but wasn’t exactly sure what to do about it. He couldn't actually engage in a real relationship with Wade unless he explained about Spiderman—but he was afraid that Wade would hate him. That Wade would look at the interactions of Peter and Spiderman together—and hate that Peter hadn’t told him. Hadn’t come clean the first time. Leave and cut both Peter and Spiderman out of his life forever.
Peter wasn’t sure if he’d be able to handle that. He’d continue doing what he had to—of course—but beyond that…he might be dead. Dead inside, where it mattered no matter what the outside was doing. And he wasn’t sure he could handle that. If he could survive it.
“You look grim. What are you thinking?”
“That we’re going to have mold the matrix before putting the network in it. The problem isn’t with the bots.”
Peter found a mold to create both more of the matrix and used the solution he’d developed to keep it from breaking down. Upside—the solution worked. Downside—the matrix had to be submerged in it, constantly, in order to retain its shape. He’d have to rework the program for the microbots for the new mold as well.
There was a light knocking at the door that Peter ignored as his hands flew over the keys. Almost there. No, not quite. That bit wouldn't account for the new bends in the mold. Need to backtrack and redo it.
“Oh My God!”
The panicked wail had Peter (why didn’t his senses alert him to danger?) whirl to see—Wade, in full Deadpool regalia and holding a huge, grease-stained bag in one hand. “Petey-Pie,” he called, voice slightly muffled by the thick glass, “can you join me for lunch?”
Peter felt his face split into a smile.
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