#this will be posted soon when my mood swings stop

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We are all doing our best but I think sometimes doing your best means sitting in your dumpster of a home with all of your shit and staring off into space and letting whatever you're feeling flow. Like it's a full depression pit in there, it's been over a year since you've done some serious spring cleaning but you still can't. You've just gotta sit there and keep telling yourself to breathe through your nostrils instead of forcibly suffocating yourself and just..... exist in the moment. It fucking sucks. I know none of us want to exist. But sometimes it's for the best. And I know you're overwhelmed and I know it feels like it'll be even more overwhelming to just stare your monsters in the face, but once yall have sat together long enough, NOT FIGHTING AND NO QUALMS, just.....living with it.....it eventually passes

#personal #depression posting #additional things that may make it worse: Hpt weather #sounds that are too loud #no sound at all #the way the air feels on your skin #not being able to regulate your body temperature #body checking yourself when you said you need to stop doing that #looking for validation when thats clearly not what you need in the moment #you can feel your teeth sitting in your gums #you have eczema #ur IUD is trying to escape #the scab on your forehead #im sorry i was in such a bad mood but now im laughing at myself #i was diagnosed with bipolar disorder a month ago btw (: #i say that cos my psych made it a point to say that i have extreme mood swings #and thats a symptom of bipolar #and i never fully noticed it until she said it out loud #and now everytime i hit the bottom of the roller coaster; its like im pressed to start the climb again as soon as possibl3 #im sorry #i'll be fine. i just use my blog to vent a lot

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Your Scent Is Sweeter | e. kirishima

       Werewolf!Eijiro Kirishima x Virgin![FEM]Reader

CONTENT WARNING(S): sexual content, one shot, loss of virginity, kirishima likes how you smell, dry humping, hints of jealousy, spit (1), knot inflation, pull out method, mutual pining, friends -> lovers (?), established friendship.

COUNT: 3.4k words [13 mins.]

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A/N: ehhh i dont think i'll ever do this like an animal horny hybrid shit after the last few fics i have queued up. 😭 even if i do i'll def cringe it later probably anyways- ignore my hating… also this is a continuation from a draft over a year ago?? including the next two bakugo fics im going to post and the other dragon!kirishima fic so bare with me. this isnt even that bad LOL. thank you, anon!

How you and Kirishima first met was simple:

Two different hands reached out for the last skewer that sat on the hot grill, both stopping in hesitation at the presence of someone else. You both stopped and looked at each other, an awkward laugh coming from you as an equally shy smile graced his lips. 

“Lady’s first!” He grinned at you, his sharp teeth showing as he blushed softly, stepping back. “Go ahead, I’ll just swing back later.”

“Thank you.” You smiled at him, feeling butterflies in your chest as the cute male allowed you to grab it. 

As much as you wanted to say something else, your brain short-circuited on coming up with anything. Part of you wanted to tease him and say he could take it, but you never pass up on an opportunity for food. Nevertheless, even if it was for a random cute guy. Plus you had spent the last few hours dancing and working up a sweat, you were sure you needed it more than him. As he stood to the side, you were able to pay and take your leave, waving to him as you disappeared into the crowd. One last glance was exchanged with him as you left him at the stand.

Typically, you wouldn't go to many events if it weren't for the festivals or known shows; but this one faithful New Year's festival when you were fresh into adulthood had proven you made the great decision to attend the celebration. Events between humans and werewolves were often rampant during popular holidays, the New Year being one of them. 

There were many people around with many great food booths to compare. It was only a mere coincidence that you two seemed to be craving the same savory treat, kabobs.

After the first time you two had met, you started bumping into him more at cultural events. You hadn’t told anyone that you had met with this boy. At least you were sure he was around your age, young twenties or so, but there was no mistaking he had a few on you though not too much. The more you saw him at these gatherings, the connection between you two grew naturally, and it soon evolved into a friendship. No one knew about this friendship and to your friends he was merely regarded as something akin to a hallway crush. What they didn't know was that you two had been seeing each other for about two years now, doing various things together as a private friendship. It was no surprise the once innocent feelings you had for him slowly turned into a crush each time you two met. Luckily enough for you, today was one of the days when you two could catch up and you were more than ready to see him again. 

You bit your lip as you sat on the cut-down tree stump, one of the many things that made him complain. Something about humans defiling the woods by making modifications that didn’t need to be made. Oftentimes when you met him, he ranted about different things, all things to be exact. Even with his rambling nature, he had other sides to him. You saw him chill, you saw him happy, you’ve seen him angry and you’ve seen him annoyed. But the ‘mood’ he approached you with today was something different. It was… feral. In a way, you couldn’t explain it.

“E-Evening, Kirishima.” You smile up at him as he walks up to you, holding up the basket you brought for him. “I made your favorite, they’re still hot just how you like them!” You open the basket to show him the goodies, scooching over on the big seat to give him room to sit down. He was quiet today, stiff too. You tried not to show your concern as he picked up the bag and sniffed it. It was times like these when you could pay close attention to the way his face looked, admiring the roundness of his cheeks that complimented his sharp jaw. 

Kirishima only grunts as he sits away from you, his quiet and fidgety demeanor worrying you a bit. Your eyes observed his statue that had a light sheen of sweat layering his tanned skin that was visible to the eyes, his brows scrunched angrily. His facial expression was one of heavy frustration even with how much he tried to hide it. Whatever he was trying to find using his snout appeared to not have been found, and he was once again on the hunt to find the source.

Kirishima proceeds to start sniffing again, this time pulling away to smell somewhere else. You couldn’t help but stare as his behavior was odd, flinching a bit when his nose led to sniffing around you. You tried to stay calm as he got closer, shifting awkwardly as you contemplated the right moment to ask about his demeanor. His breathing seemed a bit ragged too, his chest rising and falling as he avoided contact with you, even visually. 

“You’re… in heat.” 

If he couldn’t see the blush on your face you could certainly feel it.

“....what?"

“I can smell it, you’re aroused...” Eijiro responds simply. "And you smell really good."

He was still standing as he towered over you. He rested the basket next to you and didn’t move, his eyes dark with a glint you haven’t seen before. His hand comes up cup your jaw, his palm hot against your skin. You play with your sleeves as you grow flustered, laughing nervously as the thought of being in a lewd situation with the black-haired male starts to run through your head.

“Eijiro…” You start, looking up at him as he makes you look up at him by tilting your head up. You felt as though you were caught stealing from a cookie jar, hands covered in crumbs as you tried to hide the emotions stirring inside you that he could very obviously sense. 

His lips spare you the process of trying to come up with something to say as he presses his mouth against yours. You felt something spark as he did, your hands that were once clenched at your chest held his shoulders, stabilizing yourself when he forces you to lay down on the large tree stump you sat on. You tried to keep up with his kisses, opening up your mouth to let him in, fearing the pain of accidentally poking something if you chose to let your tongue wander in his. You moaned as his tongue poked and prodded in your hot cavern, his hands moving to grip your thighs to spread them apart as he got between them.

You hadn't noticed how big his body was, being so exposed to it so many times in such a friendly setting compared to this one. You daydreamed about this moment but never did you think it would happen so soon. Your heart hammers in your chest upon feeling his lips move so softly against yours, caring even. You could tell that he was the skilled one between you two and his kind way of gentleness showed with his fervent kisses. Unfortunately for him though, you didn't nearly have as much lung capacity as him to continue this unbroken kiss. 

One of your hands on his shoulders taps him as an indicator for a breather, the doting male taking the message. Your labored breaths mix with his as your eyes can't help but be glued to his in desperation. A timid mewl is ripped from your lips when his hands that once respectfully rested on the sides of your hips swoop down to grip the back of your thighs and reach behind you to squeeze your bum. Kirishima growls as the scent of your arousal heightens, his gaze darkening as he prepares himself to fuck you. 

"I-I didn't want to pounce on you like this but you smell so good." Kirishima rambles as his hands start to grope at your clothed skin. You couldn't do anything but just lay there and take it, watching up at him with curious eyes.

His strong and calloused hands trail up your body to grope your chest through your clothes, the heavy weight of his hands bringing a rush of excitement straight to your core. Whilst he fondles you he successfully manages to slide closer to you between your legs, your thighs resting on his as he gets comfortable. You bite your lip feeling his hard length now pressing against your core, a taunting sensation between the layers of clothes that restricts you. While your hands never left his shoulders his hands happily roamed your body. 

From when he was fondling you, he was able to unbutton some of your blouse, the top of your cleavage now exposed to him, and the beautiful light of the moon from atop the sky. You feel tightening in your chest as oxygen starts to run out from kissing for so long, your hands lightly pushing him away. He pulls away with a light growl that marks his excitement. Kirishima hadn't slept with humans often but had to remind himself that he had to be gentle…. at first. 

"Do you want this, Y/N?" Eijiro holds your chin to have you look up at him. You lightly gulp in excitement at the feeling of his rough hands on your jawline, a more than ready nod coming from you. 

"I want to, Eiji." You're not even sure how you managed to maintain eye contact after relaying that. Until now, you had only kissed other people but other than that it never went further. There wasn't much left to ponder about his experience in these activities, though. "Just be gentle, this is my first time, okay?"

He visibly portrays his shock at the revelation with a dropped jaw but quickly recovers by nodding his head in understanding. If anything, this is one of the best news he's heard in a while. Now it wasn't often that Kirishima thought about your sex life. When he did think about you having sex, other partners were never in the equation. Just purely you and him. Though on his part he was assuming your experience—it was just Ludacris to him that no one has gotten that far with you yet considering he could tell the way most of the males around you acted. 

Those festivals where he'd watch you from afar and get a jealous flutter in his chest fell testament to this, later his anger fueling into pure neediness in the comfort of his bedroom. He'd be straight-up lying if he said he wasn't crushing on you hard. You were as sweet as ever, pretty with a physique that suited you nicely, a smile that he fell in love with on the first day, and god you always smelled so good. Even in times when he'd playfully chase you down and you'd try and push him away in embarrassment of odor, it was that exact husk that drew him in closer. The pull that made him want to pin you down and fuck you raw.

Kirishima grips your hand and kisses the back of it as he stares deeply into your eyes. "Of course, anything for you."

You softly sucked in a breath feeling his hot hand slip down to palm your sex, the sensation so very foreign to you. Undoubtedly he could certainly sense the wetness through your clothes, another animalistic growl coming from him. He palms you in preparation for his eventual fucking, skilled hands rubbing at your labia and then playing with your clit. Your body jolts at the pleasure you receive from that certain area, a pained whimper in desperation slipping from your lips as you clawed at him. 

His deft fingers easily rubbed against your clothed core, determined to get you hot and ready for him. His eyes watch down in a predatory gaze as he watches your expressions for any behavior change, his pupils dilating in hunger as he watches your body open more and more for him. Once he's done pawing at you he presses his crouch right against yours, the heat and weight of his confined cock stirring a whimper from within you. You tilt your head back, hands still stuck on him as you pull him closer to your body instinctively. Kirishima wordlessly leans in to press more animalistic kisses to your neck, now utilizing his sharp teeth to nip and bite at your skin. He groans against your sweet skin as you start to grind against him as well, a revelation now settling in that you were impossibly sensitive in all areas of your neck. 

Usually by now, Kirishima would've fucked whoever was underneath him into oblivion already, but he was purposely taking it slower. He needed to tease and punish you for not being his any sooner. To make him wait so long to get between your luscious and squeezable thighs. 

"Eijiro," A louder moan encourages him when he roughly nips at the conjuncture of where your neck and collarbone meet, the sensation sending a hot shiver down your spine. Mixed with the friction of his heavy hips against yours you're shaking under him, eyes prickling with tears as an unfamiliar feeling starts to wash over you. "W-Wait—!" You try to tap his shoulder, the act has him unmoving as he himself already knew what you were experiencing. 

Kirishima leans up to witness the pleasurable experience wash over you, greedily taking in the fact it was him to accomplish it without even having to do anything. In seconds he's gripping your jaw and having you look at him as he places another searing kiss against your lips. You're sloppily meeting him halfway there with no doubt that his tongue has all the right to overpower yours. Your hands are lost in his hair whilst his are impatiently ripping off your clothes ready to take you under the moonlight. 

A line of saliva connects you two when he pulls away, the small connection popping when he licks his lips. Your mouth and skin tasted so sweet, that he'd have to remind himself to eat you out next time, preferably somewhere more romantic and private.

The male on top of you grunts as the cool air of the night hits his now exposed schlong, the naked member twitching at the sensation. It was a reminder that he needed it in somewhere warm and his solution was right in front of him. He groans once the scent of your fresh arousal hits his nose, it now being stronger than ever with your hot cunny in line of sight for him. You were a sight to behold, truly. Skin littered with his bite marks, a light sheen of sweat coating your skin and your pussy dripping in need for him. 

"Do you want it?" Kirishima asks with a growl in his voice. You had just come down from an orgasm and he didn't want to rush you.

"Give it to me, Eiji." 

He doesn't have the balls to play with you anymore and gets straight to it. He presses his bulbous head against your opening, rubbing it up and down your pussy lips as he tries to loosen you up. "Relax."

You bite your bottom lip and try to do as told, eyes glued to his raging hard cock. You hadn't seen a cock before now but you were a hundred percent sure this was the prettiest you have and will ever see. You shiver when he pokes his tip at your clit, the sensitivity from before making you squirm. Your eyes flicker up as you watch him spit on his cock for more lubrication, mixing the substance with your arousal and his precum to make it easier for you to take. 

"I'm going in--fuck." Kirishima breathes out as he inserts his dick into your gummy walls, the squeezing around him has him reeling in pleasure. With no remorse, he grips the back of your thighs and presses them against your body in a mating press, a deep groan rumbling in his chest as your cunt swallows his cock in this position. He tilts his head back as he slowly and surely rocks the rest of his length into your awaiting cunt, the ecstasy he was experiencing had never been felt before. It was almost reminiscent of the first time he had lost his virginity except this felt exponentially better. 

His hands nearly rip your shirt open to show your breasts to him, the restriction of your clothes around your breasts making them perk up for him. He licks his lips as your nipples harden even more at the attention. Your tits bounce with each thrust as he slowly tries to ease himself in, his excitement making it hard for him to stay patient. 

Your breathy moans are the only thing he can hear and focus on, totally zoning out on anything around him. Everything about you felt too good. The way you wrapped around his cock, how your hands gripped at him, the desperation in your voice, and the way that you felt under his hands was intoxicating. Kirishima had been waiting for this for so long and he could finally have it, have you. With patience, he was able to start rocking his hips faster and deeper into your cunt. The lewd noise of your pussy squelching with every thrust encouraged him to do more, to fuck you more passionately. 

His lips were busy marking up your skin not caring about the complaining you might have for later. Earlier when he was eagerly trying to take off your clothes he tried his best not to rip your clothes off but there was no guarantee his (kind) gesture came to fruition. That minuscule dilemma will be something to deal with when you both get there. 

His hand dips down to mindlessly play with your sensitive bean, humming in satisfaction when it elicits a sharper moan from you. You're grinding your hips against his with vigor, body shameless in the pleasure it receives from him. Your eyes could barely focus on anything specific as the male you once considered a friend completely obliterates your cunt. Tears prickle at your eyes as you start to feel an intense sensation that washed over your body not too long ago.

"E-Eiji," You pant out, head lifting lightly from the wood. 

Kirishima's head immediately lifts from your skin and looks up at you, you two millimeters apart from each other's faces. "You close, babe?" 

You nod frantically and wrap your legs around his waist, locking him in closer. He groans at how well you're able to take him, the new position allowing you to take in his cock fully. He softly coos as you try to stick it out, a pained but pleasured expression adorning your features. 

"Cum on my cock, baby."

The buzzing in your system doesn't die down, everywhere in your body feels as though it's on fire. You're engulfed in everything he gives you and refuse to let this moment go. Your body is raging with white-hot arousal as you come undone with the help of a few thrusts and his fondling. You groan happily as he grips your thighs and presses them against your body again, an unfamiliar swelling at the base of his cock forming at the base of his cock and slamming against your pussy with each thrust. You peek down to see the inflation, a bit of worry rushing into your system. 

Kirishima cusses as he lets go of one of your legs and pulls out, his spunk immediately spilling onto your pubic area and pussy, successfully covering you in his load. You whimper at how much there is, some getting on your clothes and the already defiled tree trunk from the spillage. You felt yucky with all the sweat and fluids and felt like it was prime time to go to sleep. 

You shyly make eye contact with him and let out a nervous giggle, happily welcoming an approaching kiss as he leans in to take your lips against his. You two gradually come down from your high, your body now slumped against the flat surface of the massive cut-down tree. 

You two will figure out what you are later. 

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I'm Late | Jay Halstead

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Request: From anon

Fic Type: Imagine. Can be read as a prequel to Baby Halstead

Prompt: "You're my voice of reason but right now I need you to shut up." 

Warnings: Mentions of feeling sick, period talk, pregnancy.

Word Count: 1,921

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As Y/N studies the file Trudy handed her as soon as she entered the station, she is slouched over with her elbows resting on her desk and her fingers massaging her temple. She finds it difficult to focus on the written words on the papers, and the more she tries the worse her nausea and headache becomes. 

Jay ends their conversation with Atwater about their weekend plans and turns to face his girlfriend when she doesn't respond to a question, he's asked her. His face furrowed into a worried expression. She didn't look well last night and this morning, her mood was all over the place, and she had been strangely quiet since they had their morning shower together. 

"Are you okay?" he asks after he gets her attention. 

"I'm fine," she sighs as she shoots up from her chair and rushes out of the bullpen and into the restroom, a wave of nausea washing over her once more. 

Jay wasn't the only person who noticed the odd shift in Y/N. He steps out from behind his desk as Kim gets up from hers, assuring him she'll go check on her. As he sits down, he nods, silently thanking her. His concern for his fiancée has him unable to concentrate on the file in front of him. He leans back in his chair, monitoring the entrance, nervously chewing his cheek, and tapping his pen against his knee as he waits for her to return. 

Y/N is slumped over one of the toilets in the restroom, unsure if the bile in her stomach will come up. She shuts her eyes and wills her stomach to stop churning and her head to stop spinning. 

"Y/N?" From the doorway, Kim's quiet voice can be heard. 

She stands up and braces herself against the cubicle's metal walls as her head spins, calling out to her from the end stall, "In here." 

"Are you sure you're alright?" Kim asks, her expression apprehensive. In comparison to five minutes ago, Y/N looks worse. She nods her head before swinging her head side to side. The brunette detective steps forward to comfort her. "What's wrong?" 

She informs her, "I'm late." 

"Late?" Kim questions her. When Y/N gives her a look, Kim's eyes widen in surprise. "How late are you?" 

"About 2 to 3 weeks," she responds, recalling last night when she realized her period was late. She never kept track of it, but every month, give or take a few days, she always got it around the same time. However, it was never this late.  

She first reasoned with herself that she might not have remembered having it two weeks earlier since she's been so preoccupied with work, the upcoming wedding, and the drama going on between her parents. But then she remembered back to seven weeks ago. She'd gotten her period the Monday before her, and Jay went away for the weekend. She was down to her last two sanitary items when it ended the Friday morning they left for the cabin. She made a note in her phone to get more when her period started next. That Friday night and Saturday had been spent mostly in bed and there might have been one time they forgot to be careful. 

"Do you believe you might be?" 

"Maybe. I'm not sure," She breathes. 

"Have you spoken with Jay?" 

Shaking her head, Y/N "It might just be pre-wedding jitters, right? When you're under pressure, periods can be late." 

"Is Jay still going out with Will tonight?" Kim enquiries. 

She nods, "He is. Will said something about it being bachelor party business." 

"Well then, how about a girls' night at your place?" Kim suggests. "I'll provide the snacks and pregnancy tests, and you can order some pizza and choose the movies." 

"I don't have a choice, do I?" Y/N asks, looking at her anxiously. 

"Hell no," Kim smiles.  

She asks jokingly, "What would I do without you, Kim Burgess?" 

"Crash and burn," Kim responds. "This is what best friends and work partners are for. Now, let's get back out there before Jay bursts in with guns blazing." 

Kim leads Y/N out of the restroom, then let's go of her when they reach the bullpen. Jay is still waiting warily at his desk when Y/N approaches him. Her legs are crossed in front of her as she leans on his desk with her arms folded across her chest. 

Looking up at her with the same deeply concerned blue eyes as before, he asks, "Everything okay?" 

"I've got a headache but it's finally going away," she tells him, and it's not a lie. "Kim is coming over tonight while you're out with Will. Bachelorette party business." 

"You know, we could disappoint them both, forgo the bachelor/bachelorette parties, and just spend the night together, just the two of us," he proposes, a hopeful look in his eyes. Jay is still unaware of his brother's plans for his party, and a part of him is afraid to find out. 

"And rob them of their duties as best man and maid of honor?" she asks, smiling and feeling considerably better than a few minutes ago. For the time being, she pushes her possible pregnancy to the back of her mind as they focus on wedding talk. "We'd break their little hearts, and I don't think I can handle Kim staring at me with those puppy eyes." 

He concurs with her, saying, "I don't think I can handle seeing them too." 

She reassures him, "It was a wonderful suggestion, though. Perfect even." 

He smiles again, this time with a mischievous glimmer in his eye, "Maybe next time." 

"Next time?" she asks, pretending to be upset, knowing he was joking with her.  "Honey, I may not be the first person you said, 'I do' with, but I'm damn sure going to be the last." 

He chuckles, "I meant in 40 years when we renew our vows, and the kids are all grown up." 

Her smile falters a little at the mention of kids. Jay catches it, but Hank exits his office with a piece of paper in his hand before he can say anything. 

"Halstead, Upton, I need you two to go check out this person," he orders, handing Hailey the piece of paper. 

"I love you. Be safe," Y/N instructs Jay as he gets up and puts his jacket on. It was something the two of them say often before they leave the district without each other. 

"I love you too and I will," he responds, kissing her lips briefly before following Hailey down the stairs. Y/N returns to the file on her desk, now that she can focus better on it. 

Later on in the evening, Y/N sat by herself on the couch as she awaited Jay's return from his night out with his brother. Before Kim and Hailey, whom Y/N had invited when she and Jay returned to the district, forced her into the bathroom, she managed to spend a significant portion of the night avoiding the two pregnancy test boxes that were sitting on the kitchen counter. Hailey didn't require much persuasion once Kim explained what was going on; she immediately agreed to whatever Kim had planned. It was a two-on-one situation, and Y/N regretted agreeing with Kim's plans for tonight. 

Just as they were about to find out the results, Jay called Y/N to let her know he was on his way back home. Kim and Hailey both agreed that they should leave so that she could talk to Jay alone but made Y/N promise to keep them in the loop. After the two left, Y/N became too anxious to look at the tests herself and left them sitting on a paper towel beside the bathroom sink. 

It felt like an eternity passed before she heard Jay's key in the lock and the door opening. She stands up and moves around the coffee table to meet him halfway.  

"Hey, can we talk?" she asks him, her voice wavering with nerves. 

"Yeah. What's up?" he asks, the bright smile on his handsome face fading as he takes in her nervous appearance and voice.  

Biting the inside of her cheek, her head is flooded with 100 different ways she can bring up the pregnancy tests in the bathroom. She starts rubbing her hands together, to give them something to do and to stop herself from pacing a hole in the floor. She's never felt so anxious about telling someone something before.  

"Talk to me," he gently tells her when she remains quiet, too far inside her own head. Jay looks at her worried and takes her hands into his. He strokes the back of her hands with his thumb, calming her slightly. "What's going on? Did something happen tonight? Are you feeling sick again? Did your headache come back? Are you-" he begins to ramble only to be cut off by her finding her voice again. 

"I love you so much, Jay. I really do. You're my best friend, the love of my life and," Y/N starts, her voice thick with nerves. "You're my voice of reason but right now I need you to shut up." 

"What's going on?" he asks, letting her words roll off him. "You've been acting weird since last night." 

Her mind blanks as she tries to find the words to tell him that on top of becoming a husband in a month's time, that he almost might possibly be a dad also and the tests to determine whether he will be a dad or not are currently on the bathroom counter waiting to be looked at.  

Getting an idea, she hurries into the bathroom, leaving Jay standing there confused by her actions. He doesn't recall a time that he's seen her like this, ever, and to say he isn't concerned would be the biggest understatement of the century. 

She comes back holding the test in her hands and tells him, "I can't bring myself to look at them." 

The look on his face turns from one of concern to a look of surprise. "It would explain a lot."  

She nods agreeing with him as she sits on their couch. He moves to sit next to her. "If the tests are positive, the only thing that's going to change is that we're going to be parents." 

"And if they're not?"  

"Then we can try when we've settled into married life." 

"I love you," she says looking at him, still avoiding looking at the tests.  

"I love you too," he smiles, kissing her softly. He takes one of the pregnancy tests from her, "Ready?" 

She nods again. They both look at the tests in their hands, both having the two small pink lines come up.  

"Looks like we're getting married and having a baby," Jay says looking at the test in her hands, seeing that one is also positive.  

Y/N looks at him, seeing a small smile on his face. "Are you okay with that?"  

"When I proposed, I said I wanted to do it all with you and that included starting a family. It's just happening a little sooner than we expected. So, I'm more than okay with that." 

"How did I get so lucky?" she smiles lovingly at him.  

"I ask myself that every day," he says kissing her again, his hand moving to her belly. "You're going to make an amazing mom." 

She covers his hand with hers, her smile growing, "And you're going to be an incredible dad." 

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All I Have Is Yours

Chapter Two

Rated Explicit | Warnings: rough sex (past), semi-dubcon, norton is trying tm

tagging: @tfamidoingwithmylife

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Chapter One

A New Year's wedding is what your family is talking about currently, not that you are paying much attention to it. In the moment, as they talk about all the ceremonial stuff in the other room, the living room, Norton held all of your actual attention.

It was rocky this past month learning one another, him trying not to scare you with his mood swings but the voice sometimes gets too loud. When he sees you gazing upon him with love in your eyes when you say sweet words, or how you try to include him into this foreign lifestyle. He more than once heard the voice telling him to shut you up.

The words you say with a gentle smile or wide full smile. Everything you say replays in his head when alone.

“You look dashing, Norton.” Fixing his tie and brushing it down.

“Do you like it? I wasn’t sure if you liked sweets.” A mess from trying to bake a variety of cakes with your maid.

“Oh, and if you look there you see the lake! It gets frozen pretty quick in the winter and people ice skate on it.” You smile with endless cheer.

The madness it drives him into! The inner struggle you created within him and Norton found himself at one point losing the battle. Two weeks into the marriage, when you were explaining your father's assets, finances, and estate. Norton was one of the very few miners that could read, granted it was not on your level but he could at least read his father's journal and the posts on board for work.

The voice was too loud that day, you were— Are— too beautiful that day. God, he wishes he could blame anything but himself but in the end, he should have left the second he felt the pain in his chest and whispers becoming twisted. The voice, this darkness within him, made him believe and realize how much he wanted to fuck you like a whore. Of course, it is because this is going to be the ultimate way to get back your father, to ruin the dead fool’s sweet precious brat.

One second he turns to you, the next, you are under him on the desk.

You lay there staring up at him with wide eyes then covering your face with your hands.

“Please, be gentle.” Trembling as he crawls on the bed then up your body, “Norton.” He hates how scared you sounded on that day when the wind was howling outside and the house was warm but he felt cold. The chanting of take the brat, make them squeal, break them, Norton! Echoing in his head over and over. Norton’s hands shook, his breathing was heavy as if he had run a mile, and his body tense. There will be no point of return for both of you.

He never laid with anyone before nor have you. The moment was not as ideal as you wanted, he was rough and it hurt a lot. The moment made Norton feel like a monster as he saw you crying in pain.

That is why right now, in the smoking room, door locking, the former prospector is doing everything possible to make this experience enjoyable: for both of you.

You took initiative, you stopped him from meeting the family, you locked the door, you got on your knees, and took him into your mouth.

Norton is a mess, the sort of mess to be fighting to keep quiet while also saying how fucking hot you look like this. He didn't cum, no, he knew it would be too soon.

“Stay like that for me.” His voice rough and unfiltered desire, “God.” Slicking his hair back as he takes in the view of you partly dressed and flustered. Your makeup is ruined, he grins at the way you cannot hold his gaze. “What inspired this, my treasure?”

“...” You shrugged.

“Sit.” Standing up and moving around to stand behind you, “Legs over the armrests.” You do so. Norton wants you completely exposed.

There you are in nothing but your smalls completely on display for his eyes only. You kissed him back eagerly, his lips kissing your lips then your forehead as he kneels in front of you.

“You don't have to.” Shy.

“I do. I want to.” Assertive, yet gentle.

Slipping off your underwear, he can see how wet you are. A hint of pride in his smirk as he barely touched you, of course, the man before you blew him was grinding his leg between yours. Touching everywhere, marking every place he could reach, whispering in your ear how naughty of a thing you are.

“Ah—!” Sensitive as all Norton did was trace the outer lip of your cunt. “Hmm!” Cover your mouth with both hands.

Next time he is going to tie your hands behind your back. For now, he thinks it is cute how though married to you, you keep your voice down because family is nearby. A part of him wants it to be clearly announced how well fucked you are daily. Because you are his and just one taste of you is not enough.

Your legs squeezing and locked behind his head, your heads pulling forward as Norton, the hum of approval he makes has you telling him not to stop. He devours you like you are his last meal, one he does not care how messy his face and hair are after this. There will be pride in knowing how his disheveled appearance happened.

“Oh, there, please!” His fingers assist and find something that has you seeing stars. “Ah, Norton, Norton, my love!”

This time is a lot better, when his eyes land on your face it is not contorted in pain but the bliss you deserved and are owed the first time. He was apologetic after, he did anything and everything he could to try to fix his mistake. Even when you told him you understood, giving him mercy where he felt he needed penance.

“One more for me, (Name).”

One more, one more became two more and you struggled to keep your voice down.

When he finally sank his cock into your heat, Norton did not move immediately. He waited with you writhing under him begging him to move. “Sh, sh, I've got you.” Kissing you sharing the taste of one another as you both explored each other's mouth.

“I need you, Norton!” Whining, “Please, please.” This torturous to have him properly only to have stopped. His hands soothing you, his sweet nothing making your pussy squeeze around him.

“You like that idea?” Teasing you when he told you his promise to fuck you in every spot in the room. “I am willing to bet you thought this a lot.” He groans as helps you grind against him. Barely any relief but it is something! “Go on, say it.” The position switched to him sitting and you on his lap, naked while he still had his pants and shoes on.

“Norton.” You can barely think! The laugh, dark and rich, you could feel it against your chest. “A… A lot.” Everyone has fantasies!

“Heh, you got it bad for me.” As if he is any better with you chipping at his walls with your damn genuine love for him.

“I love you.” Moaning too loud when you finally, God finally, can move properly. The growl from your husband hits in a way unexpected. Your hands on his shoulders as you ride him— Not that greatly but Norton makes up for it by guiding you.

Over and over, the bliss is shared and found, you kiss him over and over, and Norton marks you shamelessly.

“Inside,” Panting, “Need.”

“Damnit.” You are too good for him.

When you cum, he cums with you. Romantic and not intentional, it is far more amazing than last time. Seeing you drunk from his cock is… Inspiring.

“The pool table.”

You hum softly not paying attention until you are caught by surprise to be lifted in his arms then pinned down on the table he said. “Norton?”

“I promised to take you on every piece of furniture here, my doting love.”

Neither of you heard the knock from the maid who smiles hearing two. Though now the butler is going to have to distract your family longer…

#idv #idv x you #idv reader insert #idv x reader #idv prospector #reader insert #ao3 fanfic #norton campbell #norton campbell x reader #norton campbell x you #identity v x you #identity v x reader #idv norton

[bagopucks]

T. Zegras - It’s An Off Day

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Trevor Zegras x Reader

Requested✨

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Itsy bitsy fighting, jokes and implication of sex

I rewatched the Sandbaggers video today with Zig and Coley, and I swear it kills me every time. Biz is a national treasure. Nothing beats his missed swing in the vid with Sid and Nate tho. Quinn Hughes request is getting posted tomorrow too!

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Everybody talks about the female menstrual cycle. Everybody knows it’s not always the most delectable, and how the hormones affect your mood and body in many ways.

Nobody discusses the male hormonal cycle though. The twenty four hour rise and fall of testosterone, that can dictate how a man handles their day. For most guys, it’s not really an issue. It’s nothing compared to a woman’s monthly schedule, but that isn’t to say things don’t go off track every once in a while.

The Ducks have hit a losing streak. I’ve seen it before, it’s not the first one, but this one seems to bother Trevor the most. I can’t tell why, I just know it has. He stresses a lot when he’s in these bad times, and that stress has always messed with his head, but now it seems he’s all over the place. He’s skipped out on workouts scheduled, slept in more, and his appetite is barely existent. When he does eat, it’s a shit ton, but it’s usually only once a day. His body going from a strict routine to an absolute mess has taken a toll, but it’s also made those hormonal cycles incredibly out of tune. It makes him irritable in the mornings if I text him too early, and careless in the evenings if something gets too difficult to do.

And the worst part is that he’s not the only one in the midst of a ‘cycle.’ We’re both moody, and we’re both out of tune. It’s hard for him to say something I don’t get mad at, and even harder for me to not yell at him when he’s being difficult. I knew the rubber band was going to snap, I just didn’t think it would be so soon.

It’s the middle of the day when Trevor shows up at my place. I’d asked him to come over for a bit, hopeful that we could try and work in a night of relaxation, but the lack of communication of our own issues was making it extremely hard.

“Hey, babe.” He sounded so exhausted when he stepped through the front door. I don’t know why it made me so angry.

“You didn’t have to show up if you didn’t want to.” I called from the dining room table, assuming he’d come and find me. My face was down in a computer screen anyway, working on a college essay.

“Who told you I didn’t want to come?” His tone is defensive. I couldn’t blame him. We’re both going through our own things. But in the moment? In the moment it pisses me off that he doesn’t hear how he sounds.

“Trevor you sound like I’ve been hounding you all day to be here. I only asked you once.” I snapped right back, finally hearing the sound of shoes being kicked off and the front door being harshly shut.

“You asked me once and I came. Why would I not want to be here? I’ll tell you what makes me want to leave,” Trevor stomped right into the dining room. He stopped in the doorway. “That attitude right there.” He pointed at me, and god if he didn’t sound like a chastising mother in that moment.

“God- Trevor!” The exhaustion laced in my own tone outweighed the anger. I dropped my head into my hands before lifting it to look at him. I stopped. He looked about as shitty as I did.

His hair was a mess, and he had bags under his eyes. I noticed a red spot on his cheek I knew would turn into a pimple soon, but I had a few on my forehead anyway. It seemed Trevor noticed my own state as well. We were both wearing sweats and t-shirts. I had on one of his Ducks shirts, and he wore a plain black one. We both looked like we needed to be baptized in sleep and energy drinks.

My expression softened. Silence overtook the room. I sighed. “Off day?” My question caught Trevor off guard, but the tension seemed to melt away from his body in an instant. We weren’t fighting, we just weren’t communicating.

“Yeah,” he nodded, his gaze falling to the floor. I shut my laptop and slowly got up, crossing the room to meet him in the doorway.

“Me too.” I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, and Trevor snaked his own around my hips.

“We’re both having shitty days.” Trevor managed a somber smile. “Imagine that.”

“How about a bath? Then maybe some face masks?” I reached up to smooth my finger over the red bump on his cheek, causing him to pull his head back and mumble an ‘ow.’ Sure, the skin could be sore when a pimple was first forming, but not /that/ bad.

“Don’t be a baby.” The irritation was evident in my tone. Trevor smiled again.

“I love it when you’re moody.” A minute ago, I could have sworn he did not love it. “Here.. let me carry you.” I didn’t bother to argue, instead I jumped when he asked me to, and allowed him to carry me bridal-like down the hall to my bedroom and into the bathroom.

“Trevor your hand is digging into my side,” I complained softly before he put me down.

“Chill out.. I just didn’t want to drop you.” He turned away to grab towels before he could see the daggers I was glaring in his direction.

I gently pushed him out of the way to grab my own towel, shaking my head at his behavior.

“Alrighty then..” Trevor muttered, pulling his shirt off and tossing it onto the floor.

“You know where the hamper is.”

“Goddamn. I’ll pick it up after.” He was tense again, I could tell.

“No, Trevor. Pick it up now. You always say after and then you forget.” I turned to look at him, tossing the towel I had down on the counter.

“Well I won’t forget this time!” He raised his voice slightly, defensive once again.

“Yes you will! Just like Jamie gets on you about leaving your car keys everywhere!” I matched his tone, resting one of my hands on the counter to lean on it.

“That’s different!”

“Alright, then what about the towels? And bowls right beside the kitchen sink? What about all the times you pull my books off my shelves and never put them back? Is all that different too?” I snapped, awaiting a good excuse that I had yet to hear.

Usually I wasn’t this hard on Trevor. I didn’t know what all went on in his mind, but he did try his best not to leave things around. He’d improved since we first met, but sometimes things simply distracted him, and he always apologized and felt sorry when I pointed it out to him.

Trevor wasn’t having it this time though. This was a fight now.

“You’re so bitchy!” He leaned over to grab his shirt, storming out of the bathroom after and pulling it back on.

“Yeah? I’m not the one throwing a tantrum right now, Zegras!” He paused to turn and look at me, uncertain of the implications behind his last name. His brow was furrowed, silently asking where I got the audacity.

“You don’t even listen. Forget this.” I followed him all the way back down the hall and to the front door. I watched as he put his shoes on, an overwhelming sadness eating away at my heart.

Trevor turned to look at me, hopeful to get one last dig in. He stopped when he noticed the tears in my eyes.

“Just fucking leave, Trevor.”

I didn’t want him around any more. It was clear we couldn’t coexist when we both had our own issues going on. He looked defeated, and even guilty, but he left nonetheless.

I retreated back to my bedroom after, crying silently all while telling myself it was my fault, and angrily blaming him. I drove him away, but he put the nails in his own coffin. Who knew when he’d text or call, or ask to see me again. He may never. I didn’t expect him to return at any point that day. And I certainly didn’t expect it to be within a few hours.

By the time the sun began to set, the tears had slowed, and I was able to make myself dinner. I sat on the couch, my laptop on the coffee table with a plate full of dumplings in my lap. Scream was playing on the tv, somehow ironically managing to calm me. I heard a soft knock on the door, but I was hopeful whoever was there would leave. My hopes however, were unfulfilled. I heard the lock jingle before the door opened. I looked up to see Trevor standing there, two grocery bags in hand and an innocent look on his face as he froze.

We stared at each other for a moment, uncertain of the other’s feelings, before he finished walking inside and shut the door.

“You just keep doing your thing. I won’t bother you.” Trevor spoke. It was all I needed to go back to my laptop and my work. Trevor ventured off into my dining room, and I heard him settle at the table before silence filled my apartment again.

Five minutes passed before I heard a clicking noise. I paid no mind. I spotted Trevor in the corner of my eye, entering the room at a slow pace. A sneaky pace. It pissed me off just knowing he was up to something.

He sat in the arm chair across the room by the window, dropping a stack of paper on the floor and two pens, as well as the grocery bag. I was still unaware of what was in it. He pulled his phone out, and eventually I stopped paying any attention to him. I just got through the end of a paragraph on my essay, moving my plate to the coffee table when I heard a pop. Then I felt something hit me in the chest and land in my lap.

My brow pulled together in confusion as I looked down to see a little blue dart with an orange tip. Oh my god I’m gonna kill him

“Trevor.” I looked up at him, brow furrowed. He gestured toward the dart. I looked back down, rolling it in my hand to see a white piece of paper taped to it. I looked back up for a moment, questioning his antics, then I made quick work of peeling the tape and paper off the dart.

I flipped the paper over, noticing Trevor’s handwriting immediately.

I’m really sorry about today

My heart fluttered, I heard the rustle of the grocery bag, and when I looked up, Trevor presented me with a second gun, and a few darts of my own. We met in the middle of the floor to make the exchange before retreating to our opposite ‘trenches’. He even provided me with a few pieces of paper and the tape to make my own message.

I jotted one down quickly, taped it to my own dart, and loaded my gun before firing. Reluctant smiles painted both our lips as Trevor grabbed the dart. He paused for a moment, turning to glare up at me when he noticed the copious amount of tape I used. He wasn’t going to be forgiven without a little hassle.

Once he got the note off, and all the tape off his fingers, I watched his expression contort from frustration to relief.

That’s okay. I shouldn’t have been so mean either

Trevor got a piece of paper to write another note, and I tossed the tape over to him. He seemed to be wrapped up in a long message, and I smirked when an idea came to mind. I loaded a blank dart into my gun and aimed, firing and trying to hide my snickers when the foam bullet popped him right in the forehead.

Trevor immediately looked up at me, laughing out a soft, “hey!” Seeing him smile again made me sigh. We’d be okay.

“Took too long,” I responded sheepishly, setting my gun down on the couch. “I want you to talk to me, Trev. Come over here.” He set his own gun down, quickly coming to my side and sitting on the couch next to me.

“What were you busy writing over there?”

“I uhm..” he paused, leaning back against the couch. “That I love you.. and I don’t want you to be mad at me for the way I treated you. I know it was shitty, but there’s a lot going on right now and.. I guess I just forgot to leave the anger at work.” He sounded so disappointed in himself. I reached out to grab his hand.

“It’s okay, Trevor. Really. I didn’t mean to get so short with you today either. Just seems like we’re both having our own issues right now. But we should be each other’s lifelines, yeah? We can’t go taking everything out on one another.” Trevor nodded in agreement, looking up to meet my eyes. “I love you too.. I know things have been hard. Just please talk to me when you’re frustrated, okay?”

“I will.” I reached up to brush a few of his Sandy locks out of his face. “But you have to talk to me too,” he added, wanting me to know he was always there as well.

“You never really gave me a chance today.” I responded, watching the guilt return to his features as he swallowed thickly. “It’s okay,” I assured. “I don’t think I gave you much of a chance either.” I squeezed Trevor’s hand.

“Okay.. so.. so tell me what’s wrong.”

“School. I’m behind on this essay. My period just started.. and my boyfriend’s moody.” I made sure to tease, hoping to lighten the mood as a shy smile overtook my face. Trevor scoffed, but I could tell it wasn’t a mean one.

“Your turn.”

“Alright… well.. the Ducks suck,” always one to tell it like it is. “I feel like I can’t feel a single emotion for more than two seconds.. and my girlfriend’s on her period,” he paused, leaning forward with a cheeky smile. “And I’ve done nothing to help her all day.” I knew he was only trying to flatter me, but it worked. He pressed his lips to mine for a moment before pulling back.

I rested my hands on Trevor’s shoulders and leaned back onto the couch, our smiles widening as he climbed on top of me.

“We’re just a couple of moody adults then, aren’t we?” I teased, humming as Trevor reconnected our lips.

“Can we be horny adults too?” He asked as he pulled back, causing me to swat his shoulder with a laugh.

“That was cycle day one, bud. I’m afraid you missed it.”

“Aw, damn.. really?” Trevor sounded as bummed as I would have expected him to be. It made me laugh. “Can you reschedule? Talk to your body and let it know I’ll be back to try again tomorrow.”

I laughed once again, squeezing Trevor’s shoulders and shaking my head.

“That’s not how it works, hun.” I let him down easy, giggling at his playful frustration.

“Alright, well when’s the next one?”

“If it stays on schedule, you’ll be on the road for the next one.” I tried to hold in my laughter, knowing he wouldn’t be too thrilled about it.

“Seriously?” His voice raised, and I snickered. “I mean- a guy can’t even catch a break! You think you’ll be in the mood sometime in between?”

“Trevor,” I laughed at the way he spoke about it, so formal. “I’ll know when I know.”

“Nope. I have to know three to four business days in advance. Does anything speed up the process of getting you excited?” He was asking as if we haven’t done it a million times before.

“Shut up, Trevor.” I moved a hand from his shoulder to gently push his head. He laughed, that breathy awkward laugh that always made me smile. Trevor leaned in for another kiss, this one a bit more passionate than the first. He nipped at my bottom lip before I gently pressed a hand to his cheek, pushing his head back.

“I can do one minute in advance…”

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#trevor zegras #nhl imagine #nhl hockey #nhl x reader #trevor zegras x reader #trevor zegras imagine

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

Update 27 Nov 23

Ko-Fi thing

You can call me Nyarla, I guess.

Or "Yo She-Bitch." Either's cool.

Soooo I figured I might need to make one of those MASTERLIST things because I cannot stop writing (which is the most amazing feeling ever when I've been in a writer's block for months).

It's just One Piece Live Action right now, but as my confidence increases I might post some of my other fandom work.

I'm Open for Requests for OPLA fics and headcanon. Primarily Character X FemaleReader, but I'm flexible.

I do reserve the right to not write every single request that is asked, since I am human and my abilities do have limitations, but I swear I will try.

I'm not squeamish about much of anything, so don't refrain. I'll always post any necessary ⚠️Trigger Warnings⚠️ right here with the links.

I'm always open to requests for Shanks, Mihawk, Zoro, and Sanji. Possibly also Buggy, Luffy, Usopp, Koby, and Helmeppo, but I haven't written them much, so please bear with me if it takes me a bit to respond.

Honestly please bear with me if it takes me a while to respond to Asks/Requests in general because I get really nervous about getting them perfect.

Some things about the weirdo that's writing this shit can be found here

Masterlist

The Lovely Alphabet (NSFW)

Sanji

Zoro

Shanks

Mihawk

Dialog I Presently Have No Use For

(But might eventually) (basically mini dialogue-centric fics that may make there way into something else later or might not)

01 Get Out

02 Can We Keep Her?

03 What Happens in Loguetown

04 Coffins and Coping Mechanisms

05 Kitty

06 Send Help

07 Pep Talk

08 Death Wish

09 Oh No Not Again

10 Shanty Time!

11 No Sleep

12 The Throngler™

The Best Boys

First Kiss

Material Boys (NSFW)

I Don't Even Know Music Or Something?

Ooooh...Kinky ;D (NSFW)

In the Kitchen

HAMMERED

Because I Got High

Whoops

Short Stuff

Hobbies

ABCs of Kink (NSFW)

D is for Dominance (First Kiss sequal)

P is for Public Blacksmith's Daughter Part 1 . . . Part 2 . . . Part 3

Mihawk

Your Scars Are Mine (NSFW)

(Trigger Warnings for Self-Harm, Blood, Implied PTSD)

Ch. 1 . . . Ch. 2 . . . Ch. 3

Ten Years (unofficial sequel to YSAM) (NSFW)

Mood Swings (mostly SFW headcanons)

Hearing Problems (NSFW eventually)

Guess this is important

All OC Face Claims and Character Sheet Links

Ch.1 . . . Ch. 2 . . . Ch. 3 . . . Ch. 4 . . . Ch. 5 . . . Ch. 6 . . . Ch. 7

Sanji

Late Night Chats

X plus-sizeReader Headcanons (NSFW)

Tongue Ring headcanons

Zoro

Strawhat Stowaway Ch. 1 . . . Ch. 2

Shanks

Redhead suppremacy (sfw headcanons)

!!COMIMG SOON!!

(...I hope)

(Some titles subject to change)

Tongue Ring (F is for Food Play)

Blacksmith's Daughter part 2 (P is for Public, ABC's of Kink)

O is for O Denial

B is for Brat Tamer

[god-complex-12]

Doc

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Pairing: 141 x [Medic] reader

Pronouns: he/him

Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2

Disclaimer: Price has a little more description on y/n’s character, so you might wanna read that one, just a little fyi. Reader is almost a total ripoff of Doc from R6S.

A/n: This is a new post, not a repost.

Master list

Word count: 296

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John P.

- He feels reassured when he hears Laswell was assigning a medic that would be in battle with them.

- He looked over the man’s file carfulled, seeing he had a PhD and a master’s in the medical field. All he could wonder is how this guy managed to juggle school and this military job.

- Once he had met y/n, he immediately analyzed his personality. He admired y/n’s extremely calm personality.

- He was very eager to put the medic into the field.

- He liked watching Doc from afar. Watching him care for those who are wounded and beating the shit out of those who inflicted those wounds.

- He was okay with that until he was the one who was hurt and getting pampered by the man.

Price hissed as he fell back onto the hallway wall. “Doc! Bedroom 1!” He barked, as soon as y/n showed any sign of helping the captain.

Y/n put his back against the wall next to the door, as he put his gun away and pulled out his knife. Soon the enemy stepped out, y/n grabbed the man, turning him around and pinning him against the wall, slitting his throat. Price watched, holding his gunshot wound.

Doc crouched down in front of his captain. Y/n unhooked Price’s gear vest and lifted up his shirt. Price then slapped y/n’s hand away.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

Y/n stared at the captain for a second, blinking. “With all due respect, saving your damn life.”

[Gaz] Kyle G.

- I feel like Gaz is the type to get hurt a lot, but almost never seriously hurt.

- So he’s always the last one y/n will tend to unless he’s in dire need for assistance.

- He’s always giggling while y/n scolds him, and when he asks ‘why’ it’s always returned with ‘your hands are so soft that they tickle’.

- at some point y/n just stopped asking.

- In battle he liked to be close to the doctor, it puts him at ease. Not that y/n will be alright, but that he’ll be alright.

- Put full trust in the man. All of his trust.

Y/n tapped his pen against his desk as he looked over the unfinished paperwork on his desk. He allowed himself to relax a little even though he was still working. It was better than being shot at. Y/n heard a small knock at his door and he instinctively said, ‘come in’, but he regretted it when he saw Gaz holding his hand smiling in guilt.

“What up, Doc?” He said, hoping y/n wouldn’t be too mad.

“What’s wrong, Gaz?” Y/n put down his pen, folding his arms, putting his full attention on the man in front of him.

“I fell down when we were finishing up the mission and I sprained my wrist..” He mumbled.

“Oh, bloody hell.” Y/n cursed, getting up from his chair. “I’m not walking all the way to my doctor's office, so sit.” He said, patting the seat.

Gaz quickly made his way to the seat, sitting quietly. Y/n then crouched in front of him, resting one of his hands on the man’s thigh for support. He then grabbed Gaz’s wrist, looking over his. Kyle let out soft laughs, while y/n inspected him.

[Ghost] Simon R.

- Bro’s invincible. Y/n almost never saw him hurt

- Actually, he’s the one carrying y/n to safety on most occasions.

- Once Ghost is more comfortable expressing anything to the man, he’ll swing by his office to check up on him.

- Sometimes crack a joke, but that’s only if he’s in a good mood.

- He goes silent if y/n flirts with him. Y/n thinks Ghost just really doesn’t like it, but Ghost is actually just speechless.

“Tell Captain I said you were fine, just don’t move a lot.” Y/n said, patting Soap on the back. Soap nodded as jumped off the Doctor’s bed.

Y/n sighed and crossed his arms. “What did I just say?”

“Sorry..” Soap looked over to the doorway. “Oh, hey, Ghost.”

Y/n followed his gaze and smiled when he saw that oh so familiar skull mask. Ghost gave Soap a small nod in acknowledgement as he passed him.

Ghost made his way further into the room, holding eye contact with the medic. “What’s up, Ghost? Are you hurt or just here to loom over my shoulder like you’re waiting for my last breath?” Y/n asked, folding his hands in front of him.

“Are you comparing me to the grim reaper?” Ghost questioned.

“No, I’m comparing you to my father, what do you need?”

[Soap] Johnny M.

- He also gets hurt a lot, but his are always more serious.

- So he’d be laughing, flirting with y/n while y/n is trying to keep the idiot alive.

- When Soap enters y/n office, room, doctors office, y/n immediately asks if he’s okay,

Soap stumbled, falling into y/n’s arms after the mission. “Oh, fuck…” He cursed in pain.

“Are you alright, Soap?” Y/n asked with slight concern. Y/n then sat the both of them down. His gaze drifted down to the knife lodged into his abdomen.

“I got it.” He grunted, wrapping his fists around the knife.

Y/n then placed his hand on Soap's wrist. “No! No, no. Don’t pull that knife out until we are somewhere I know I can keep your ass alive.”

“I can barely walk.” Soap groaned.

“I’ll carry you, what do you want? Piggy back? Bridal? Baby?” Y/n asked, standing up.

“Baby. I’d have to jump on the others.”

Y/n nodded, and picked up the man. Soap then wrapped his arms and legs around them.

[Rudy] Rodolfo P.

- he doesn’t get hurt a lot, but he doesn’t have the healthiest diet, and that’s what y/n is worried about.

- After a while y/n started to keep track of his diet and suggest stuff he should eat.

- Rudy also loves to come see y/n when he’s working and not on a mission for them.

- Y/n can speak broken Spanish, so Rudy loves to use words he knows y/n don’t know to mess with him.

- especially when he’s explaining what’s wrong with him.

- he’ll pretend to be panicking, yelling random words in Spanish as if his loved one’s is dying and he’s talking to the dispatcher.

Rudy aggressively shoved his face with cotton candy he had picked up in town a few minutes ago.

“God, every time I see you you’re shoving your face hole full of toxic waste.” Y/n scolded.

Rodolfo silently put the sweet down, staring at the medic with a guilt ridden face. “If you keep eating that you’ll die of health issues instead of being shot heroically in the field.” Y/n continued.

“I just really like cotton candy..”

“You also really love m&m’s and hamburgers and grease filled chicken, and skittles, and-”

“Alright, I get it..”

“Apparently not because you’re still eating it.”

Rudy then placed the sweet down. “Damn, you’re worse than Price..”

“I mean come on, are you a Brit or are you an american?”

“I’m mexican.”

“Yes, but which one are you closer to?”

“... British.”

“Then act like it. Where I come from, you’ll get a heart attack from a heat burn.”

“That doesn't make sense.”

“I never said I understood why.”

Alejandro V.

- In my opinion, if anyone were to die of being reckless, it’s this man.

- It’s not because he’s stupid, it’s because he has anger issues.

- This man would get pissed off to the point he can’t think straight all because he stubbed his toe.

- Same ordeal with Rudy, but when he does it it’s an accident, and sometimes y/n doesn’t have the heart to tell him he doesn’t understand.

- Considering y/n doesn’t get mad often, if he does, Alejandro is scared shitless.

Alejandro cursed under his breath as he stumbled into the medic’s arms. He cursed again as he hysterically hopped on one leg. Y/n quickly picked the man up, sitting him down on a bench nearby.

“Malditos cuchillos estúpidos. ¡El hijo de puta cortó un jodido agujero en la parte posterior de mi muslo! ¡Lo voy a matar, carajo!” Alejandro then tried to stand up, but y/n put his hands on his chest, pushing him back down.

“Slow down, cowboy. Lay on your stomach, will ya?” Y/n asked nicely, trying to keep his composure.

“Don’t you tell me what to do, you-”

“Lay on your stomach, damn it.” Y/n demanded in a fit of anger.

Alejandro flinched at the tone, slowly switching his positions letting out a few curses in Spanish.

——

#god complex 12 #x you #x y/n #x reader #x male reader #john price #kyle garrick #simon riley #johnny mctavish #rodolfo parra #alejandro vargas #cod mw2 #cod #call of duty #cod modern warfare #call of dooty #fanfiction

[neongreenllama]

Prompt: Omega

I tried my hand at a little omegaverse … no idea if I’ve done it right

cw for implied sex

@wolfstarmicrofic - 728 words

He glanced up from his laptop to see Remus walk across the room to get to their bedroom. It was at least the third time he had done that in the last ten minutes.

Sirius went back to answering his work emails.

Only a few short minutes later, Remus came back out, vanished into a different room, came back, and walked to their bedroom once more, carrying a bundle that looked like blankets.

After a few more seconds of typing out an email, he heard scraping noises as if someone was trying to move furniture.

He sighed, giving in to the fact that he wouldn’t get any more work done right now, and followed Remus to their bedroom. It didn’t look the way he remembered it from this morning.

The curtains had been pulled closed, putting the whole room in very dim lighting. The blankets on the bed had changed to fluffier versions and multiplied, and so had the pillows. A few pictures of them that usually hung in the living room were now arranged on the bedside tables.

He leaned against the doorframe, watching his mate fruitlessly pull at one of the posts of their large bed in the middle of the room. It moved less than an inch with every pull.

“What are you doing, love?” he asked gently.

“Moving the bed,” came the curt reply. Remus looked a bit rosy and sweaty, his curls falling into his face. He must feel hot. No wonder what with the thick jumper despite the warmth in this room and his physical effort.

He hummed. “Why?”

Remus stopped pulling to catch his breath. “It’d be more comfortable that way. Why do we even have it like this? It’s so bare and bright,” he said, irritation sounding in his voice.

“I think you said it’s more practical this way.”

Remus scoffed, his irritation becoming very clear, and went back to pulling at the bed. Everything in Sirius wanted to comfort him.

“Now, this is just a guess, but …” he began, careful so as to not prod an angry dragon. “Do you think you might be nesting?”

Remus immediately stopped, looked about the room, and, apparently seeing what Sirius saw for the first time since he’d begun, breathed out, shoulders sagging in defeat. “Why do I never notice it.”

Fondly smiling at his omega, he pushed off the doorframe. “Let me help you with that.”

Having moved the bed to a corner in combined effort, Sirius laid back on it, pulling Remus with him.

He nuzzled his face in his mate’s neck and breathed him in. He could already tell from the scent that his heat was close. He gave it another day, maybe two.

“How about we stay in tonight?” he mumbled against his neck before kissing it.

“But we wanted to go for dinner with the others.”

“We can do that some other time. Let’s order in and watch a movie, what do you say?” He kissed his neck some more. He smelled so good, Sirius wanted to bathe in it.

His mate huffed out air and he could tell from his scent he was starting to get irritable again. Remus was generally annoyed at his own nesting habits. He wasn’t looking forward to his heat either since it always meant mood swings from raging hormones and canceling previously made plans. But he was only ever annoyed until his heat arrived in full swing, which was when he suddenly switched to being very much down for everything that was happening, even begging his alpha for more. Sirius always did everything to the best of his possibilities to keep his omega happy.

“But we wanted to go for dinner,” Remus repeated now petulantly.

He hummed in his neck. “But it’s so cozy in here, I don’t wanna leave.”

The truth was that Sirius knew he wanted to go out now, simply because he hated changing plans, but as soon as he was outside, he would want to be back in his nest. Though it really was cozy, and Sirius wanted to be with his omega, breathing in his wonderful scent. He snuggled closer to Remus, pulling himself on top of him.

“C’mon, Moony.” He grazed his lips over his scent gland, Remus going soft and pliant beneath him.

“Alright.”

Two days after the end of his heat Remus puffingly moved the bed back to where it had been before, muttering to himself how impractical it was this way. Sirius watched fondly for a few seconds before helping.

#wolfstarmicrofic #omega #wolfstar fic #wolfstar #remus x sirius #sirius black #remus lupin #omegaverse #alpha sirius #omega remus #breedable pathetic loser remus

[gabessquishytum]

🦒 & chief horny enabler, know that I am kicking screaming and eating concrete. My brain chemistry has been altered.

The question raised about if Dream should be there for the birth of his children socially speaking & an ask from a while ago about Hob and Eleanor being The Weird couple because they like spending time together sparked this.

After Hob becomes pregnant with their first child people expect the royal horny couple will chill.

No. If anything they are worse. Was that possible? The staff did not think so but apparently it is. They are all over each other all the time. At first they can dismiss it as....something else? But even when Hob is visibly and unmistakably pregnant they keep it up.

The king is not just fucking his omega warprize turned husband to secure an heir? They actually desire each other?? The fuck???

The staff deserve a raise for how often they end up seeing or hearing more than they ever wanted to see or hear. But at least it's nice to know the royal couple is actually disgustingly in love and freaky about it.

Your posts made my brain go: warprize omega pregnant sex and I haven't looked back.

- 🍃

Omg have we even talked enough about pregnant sex yet? I feel like we haven’t!! Especially pregnant omega sex. Hell fuckin yeah.

Dream’s kingdom, despite his own best intentions, is rather traditional. Sex is for getting through heats and making babies. Most alphas are genuinely puzzled as to why their omega would even want to have sex during pregnancy.

Meanwhile, Hob’s original homeland is definitely more sexually liberated. Omega pleasure is much more central and pregnant sex is kinda like?? Every alpha’s dream come true?? You get to knock up your omega and see them grow with your pup and fuck them through all the horny horny hormones?? It’s a privilege. And luckily, Dream is very much in line with this philosophy.

Dream’s dick is almost at the point of being chafed. Hob wants to sit on it all the time: at breakfast, during court sessions, at ambassadorial dinners, in bed. He bounces himself through orgasm after orgasm, heedless to anyone who might be watching, and Dream can only just try to keep up.

It helps that he’s absolutely insanely attracted to his husband’s pregnant body. He won’t stop waxing poetic about the large swell of his belly, his growing breasts, the way his gait has changed to accommodate the weight of the pup, his thighs, his arse, has he mentioned the breasts yet? Hob admittedly loves listening to Dream praising him all day long, although he feels the size of a house and very far from beautiful. When he’s grumpy and suffering from mood swings Dream always picks him right up, pregnant belly and all, and carries him carefully off to the nearest private room for a nice long session with his mouth on Hob’s pussy.

His darling deserves nice things. And the servants honestly get used to hearing the royal consort squealing through yet another orgasm. “With the way the king looks at him he’ll no doubt be pregnant again soon enough after he pops this one out, so the poor thing might as well enjoy it…”

#🍃 anon #the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw omegaverse #cw mpreg

[gaypiece]

"This One's Mine" pt1

This is another one of my lil daydreams based on the premise of my fic Another Life, but this is NOT part of the main timeline of that story. P.S. I wasn't gonna make this multiple parts but it's getting long and I haven't posted my writing in a while so here we are

synopsis: the Heart Pirates and Straw Hats run into each other, initiating Rain’s first meeting with the crew he had admired for so long.

word count: 2.2k

pairing: trafalgar law x named self insert

CW: named self insert who is also a trans catboy, (accidental) misgendering, mutual pining, jealous/possessive Law

After being underwater for a handful of weeks, I was delighted to learn that we would soon be stopping to resupply. I was starting to go stir crazy after being cooped up for so long. I desperately needed sunlight and fresh air. We all did. Even the Captain, though he wouldn’t admit to it.

Law had been extra grumpy lately, his increased irritability making the whole crew miserable. No one knew what had caused the change. His mood swings were nothing irregular, nor his cold demeanor, but I was surprised at the way he was acting toward me.

We had grown much closer in recent months, taking comfort in each other’s peaceful introvertedness. I had been spending much of my free time with him in his office, the both of us quietly doing our own tasks with the occasional bout of conversation. I would regularly ask about what he was working on, and listen intently as he rambled about whatever research he was doing, even if I didn’t understand all of it. He would do the same for me, though I’m sure he was hardly interested in my crafts or fiction novels.

The longer this went on, the more comfortable we grew together. Eventually, he began to linger closer to me, both in his office or otherwise. He would often sit in the kitchen with me when it was my turn to cook, not only keeping me company but also (sometimes feigning reluctance) taste testing for me. We sat together during most mealtimes, me seeking him out if he didn’t do so first. In his office, he had begun to lounge with me in the comfy little alcove that I had all but claimed. Occasionally, I would give him small, affectionate touches, such as a hand on his shoulder, or teasingly bumping my hip into him. He was extremely awkward about the physical affection at first, blushing like mad whenever it happened. Worried I was making him uncomfortable, I stopped. A few days later, he hesitantly placed a hand on my head while passing by me in the hall as I swept. I wasn’t expecting it, nearly jumping out of my skin at the contact, then blushing harder than he ever had when I realized what had happened.

“S-sorry,” he muttered, moving to dart away in his embarrassment.

“No, it’s okay!” I put a hand on his arm, partially to stop him, partially just to return the touch. “You just startled me,” I giggled, ducking my head to hide my flushed cheeks.

I wasn’t sure if it was my blush or my laugh that caused his mouth to quirk up into his usual half-smile. Once again, he placed a hand on my head, this time giving my ear a small rub, before walking away. I thought my heart would explode. Physical affection became more commonplace between us after that occurrence.

Although my senseless crush on him persisted, I knew better than to perceive Law’s touches as anything more than platonic. For one thing, he was my Captain. I knew it would be unwise for us to be in any sort of relationship, should things go wrong between us. Certainly, he would agree, if the matter were proposed to him. Additionally, I didn’t think that he could ever view me that way. The idea that he might have romantic feelings for someone like me was almost comical. Therefore, I kept my feelings hidden as best I could.

Despite how close Law and I had gotten, he suddenly started acting cold and distant toward me. He acted almost the same as he had when I first joined the crew: like he wanted nothing to do with me. He wouldn’t even answer the door when I went to his office, knocking rhythmically as I always did. I didn’t have a clue as to what caused the change, only suspicions. I knew Law well enough to understand that he would probably talk about it when he was ready. That, or he would work past it on his own and eventually start talking to me again. Or, at least I hoped he would.

Secretly, I wondered if I did something wrong. Maybe I overstepped a boundary or said something that upset him.

Though I tried my best to ignore it, the distance that Law had put between us made me gloomy. He was the only one that I felt I could speak to freely, him being the only person on the crew who knew where I truly came from. The loneliness weighed me down. I could only hope that being able to step out of the submarine would lift my spirits.

I exited the ship beside Ikkaku, the two of us being the last to leave. We were surprised to find a crowd that didn’t just consist of our crew waiting ashore. I stopped dead in my tracks when I recognized those who had joined us. It was hard to miss Cyborg Franky’s massive, shiny metal arms. If he was here, was the rest of the Straw Hat crew here as well? Looking closer, I could see the blue and pink hat of Chopper, riding on Franky’s shoulder, and the dark curtain of Robin’s hair. Glancing around, I could see the Thousand Sunny docked nearby us.

Still unmoving, I asked Ikkaku, “Aren’t they part of the Straw Hat crew?” Though I already knew the answer.

She threw an arm over my shoulders, exclaiming, “Don’t be shy!” She tugged me to where the two groups stood. “We’ve worked with the Straw Hats before you joined. I think you’ll like them. Plus, you don’t have to talk to them.” Suddenly, she barked out a laugh. “Look at our Captain,” she chuckled. “He’s so mad.”

Indeed, Law had a look of pure annoyance on his face, like these were the last people he wanted to see. Despite this, Chopper was talking to him with so much animation that he was nearly falling off of Franky’s shoulder. Law turned to look at Ikkaku and I as he heard us approach, still a good distance away. When I made eye contact with him, he beckoned us over with a slight tilt of his head.

I hesitated, glad he was acknowledging me, but unsure if this meant he would start speaking to me again. Though, I couldn’t ignore my Captain, nor could I resist taking the opportunity to meet some of the Straw Hats.

Law’s gaze remained on me as Ikkaku and I made our way over, her arm still around my shoulders. The three Straw Hats followed his gaze, the small amount of conversation fading as the group’s attention was averted.

“Rain-ya,” my Captain began once I was at his side, “I thought you might want to meet some. . . ‘colleagues’ of mine.” The corner of his mouth lifted slightly into a knowing smirk as he peered down at me.

My heart fluttered as he smiled at me for the first time in days, and I couldn’t help returning it, shyly averting my eyes. “You were right,” I said quietly. “I never thought I’d meet any of the Straw Hats.” I grinned up at them.

Robin gave me a warm smile in return. “Do you know of us?”

I nodded, looking away once more, unable to meet her icy blue eyes. “I’ve heard a lot about y’all back home.” I grabbed the end of my tail, toying with it shyly as I said, “I actually kind of admire you guys.”

“I guess there’s no need for introductions, then, bro,” Franky chimed in.

I gave a slight shake of my head. “That’s not necessary,” I laughed lightly.

Suddenly, a voice came from a few yards behind the three. “Robinnn~! There you are my love~!” I didn’t have to look to know who was speaking. Moments later, Sanji appeared at Robin’s side, carrying what looked to be a bento box. “I made you some snacks in case you get hungry while you’re out today!!” He seemed to only have eyes for Robin. For the moment, at least. This is exactly what I would have expected of Sanji. I couldn’t stop myself from giggling, which drew his attention to Ikkaku and me. I could almost see the heart eyes bulging out of his head. “Oh myy~! I didn’t realize there were such cute girls on Traffy’s crew!”

I stiffened. I hadn’t been misgendered in a long while. Still, I should have expected it, meeting new people. Thankfully, Law and Ikkaku came to my defense.

Ikkaku finally released me to place her hands on her hips. “There’s only one girl on this crew and that’s me!”

“Rain-ya isn’t a girl.” The annoyance in Law’s tone was prevalent.

Sanji looked at me with wide eyes. “I didn’t— But you look—”

Ikkaku cut him off. “He likes to dress feminine, but he’s not a girl. If you can’t respect that, I’ll kick your ass!”

I was glad that she defended me so vehemently, but threatening him was a little overboard. “Dude, it’s okay.” I put a hand on her arm. “He didn’t know.”

She huffed, “Well he does now,” and crossed her arms over her chest.

Sanji bowed his head, lighting a cigarette. “It wasn’t my intention to offend you. Please forgive me.”

I gave him a smile. “No worries, Sanji; It’s a common misconception. You’re already forgiven.”

Instantly, Sanji was back to his senseless doting. “Darling Rain, you’re so sweet~! How can I ever repay such kindness?”

Although I expected this, I was still bashful at his attention. Blushing, I mumbled, “Don’t worry about it.”

Beside me, Law was still and silent as a statue. I knew him well enough to tell that he was simmering in anger and annoyance, but the anger surprised me. Surely, he knew that Sanji would act this way. Whether he did or not, it didn’t stop his murderous glare toward Sanji.

Unable to keep his attention to one person, Sanji turned to Ikkaku, which seemed to make Law relax a little. Sanji said, “My dear, you defend your friend with such valor! Your feistiness is irresistable~! Please, let me—”

“Not interested,” Ikkaku cut him off once more.

Undeterred, Sanji’s attention came back to me. “Girl or not, you’re still so cute! With your shyness and adorable cat ears~!”

Law spoke finally, warning in his voice. “Back off, Black Leg.”

Whether Sanji heard him or not, I couldn’t tell. His praises continued. “Sweet Rain, allow me to repay your graciousness by taking you on a date!”

“I said, back off.” Suddenly, Law wrapped his free arm around my shoulders and pulled me into his side.

I was startled by his sudden touch, after how cold he had been acting toward me recently. Additionally, he had hardly even shown me any sort of affection in front of our crew. That he would do so in front of others shocked me. What shook me even more were the words he spoke next:

“This one’s mine.”

Silence.

The Straw Hat crew members gaped at us in shock, aside from Robin, who gave a pleased smile. Even those of our crew who lingered behind us had stopped their own conversations to listen in. I could feel my face going red hot as I processed what he said.

His?

Sanji took a puff of his cigarette, clearing his throat before addressing me. “That true?”

I glanced up at my Captain, though he didn’t meet my eye, still glaring at Sanji. The tips of his ears were red, his cheeks tinged with pink.

I was bewildered that he would say such a thing. Did he mean anything by it? Did he expect me to just go along with this? How could he, especially after the way he had been ignoring me the past few days?

As confused and annoyed as I was by Law’s behavior, he was still my Captain, and my friend. I wouldn’t embarrass him by exposing his fib. However, we would talk about this later.

“Y-yeah. . .” I looked at the ground, and shyly wrapped my arm around Law’s waist. He stiffened slightly in surprise at my touch, but relaxed immediately. This close, I could hear his heart thundering in his chest, mine thudding along with it. “It’s true.”

“WHAT??” Ikkaku squealed from my other side. Behind us, the remainder of our crew shouted and whooped, almost as loud as Ikkaku. Robin’s pleased smile widened, Chopper and Franky laughing joyfully beside her. Embarrassed by the attention, I cringed into Law’s side, more or less trying to hide. Too abashed to lift my head, I couldn’t look at him, but I knew that he would be embarrassed as well. Still, he gave my shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

Sanji took another long, thoughtful drag from his cigarette, seeming displeased. Despite this, he said, “Understood,” and stepped away, back to Robin’s side.

Some of Law’s tension ebbed as Sanji backed off. He looked over his shoulder at our crew members behind us. “Don’t you all have things you should be doing?” They quieted, scrambling back to their tasks.

“Actually,” I cleared my throat, finally glancing up at him, “I also have things I should be doing.”

He stared into my eyes a moment, then said, “Right.” He released me, and I did the same. “Go,” he said, placing a hand on my head and giving my ear a stroke with his thumb. “See you later.”

I gave him a small, bashful smile as I placed a hand on his shoulder, giving it a light squeeze. He surprised me by returning my smile. “See you.” I ducked my head, then grabbed Ikkaku by the arm, towing her with me to the market.

As we retreated, I heard a voice in the distance, likely from the Sunny, shout, "TRAFFYYYYYYY!!" Once again, I didn't need to look to know who spoke. For the time being, dealing with Luffy would be retribution enough for Law, putting me on the spot as he did.

However, Ikkaku began grilling me with questions about my relationship with Law, questions I didn't have answers for.

This was going to be a long day.

#this has been cooking in my head way too long #trafalgar law #trafalgar d water law #trafalgar law op #trafalgar law cute #traflagar law #trafalgar law one piece #trafalgar d law #one piece #op #one piece oc #trafalgar one piece #trafalgar law fic #trafalgar law fanfiction #trafalgar law x oc #trafalgar law x self insert #one piece law #law one piece #one piece self insert #one piece selfship #op self insert #op oc #trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar d law x reader #trafalgar law x y/n

[actual-arrrchie]

What are some of ypurMichael/Jeremike headcanons? Could you share them with us?

Oooooh there's SO MANYYY These two are all I've been thinking about for over a year now and I don't plan to stop anytime soon lmao Putting a read more in there so you don't spend 10 years scrolling past this post

MICHAEL W. AFTON (voice claim: Kenai from Brother Bear)

His full name is Michael William Afton, he never mentions his second name to anyone for obvious reasons though

He was born in Utah

Autistic

Bisexual

Big sharp canines

He has vitiligo

He's a momma's boy

Pathetic wet cat boyloser

Clara and William divorced when the kids were very young. William got to keep them because he had better income and could provide "a better home" for them. He made it impossible for Clara to meet the kids again and told them that mom doesn't love them anymore. Michael didn't want to believe it but as the time passed, he eventually did

Clara was writing letters to the kids but William would burn them all before they could see them

Michael took the worst traits after William, unfortunately. He deals with sudden mood swings and serious anger issues

He was never taught a healthy way to cope with his emotions.

Michael sucks at explaining what he feels so he would often get frustrated and angry when people don't get why he's feeling a certain way

He's been dealing with night terrors every since his parents divorced

William always treated Evan and Elizabeth better than him so he feels jealous of them. Evan was too little to truly understand what's been happening around him but he did have a feeling that it's unfair, Elizabeth on the other hand was a daddy's girl and despite feeling like Williams wasn't giving her enough attention, she still always agreed with him and would stay on his side

Michael breaks stuff a lot. His room is always a mess because of this. He tore apart countless sketchbooks and notebooks, broke mirrors and even threw furniture around. After this kind of anger outbreaks, he always breaks down in tears and cries himself to sleep

Mike rarely looks in the mirror because of his many times people told him he looks just like his father. He never looks at family photos either

Michael and William have more in common than their appearance. Mike's small gestures and body language are exactly the same too. He hates it because people point it out all. the. time. There's nothing ha can do about it though

Even tho Michael hates his father, deep inside he still desperately craves his love and attention so he clings to any, even the slightest bits of kindness he gets from him. That makes it really easy for William to manipulate him and make him do whatever he wants him to do

Michael gets in fist fights a lot

He's not a stranger to violence in general but he's also really anxious and insecure. He always feels like he has to prove to everyone that he's nothing like William but most of the times it only shows how similar they are

Michael only cries when he's sure nobody can see it. William used to yell at him for crying when he was a child so he learned that he can never show any weakness

After the bite of 83, Michael experienced really bad panic attacks when he was exposed to animatronics or even his Foxy mask.

William would still force him to help in the pizzeria and make him work with the robots on purpose

Michael was forced to help at the diner/pizzerias since he was only 8 years old. Even when he was older, he never got officially hired there. William would just pull the "I pay for everything, you live off of my money so you owe me" card and make him work

He was anemic when he was about 13-14 years old, mostly because of how quickly he grew in that time and bad eating habits

Michael frowns a lot, not only when he's angry or irritated though. He tends to frown as a default expression which leads to a lot of misunderstandings

He's REALLY bad at taking care of plants

He loves cats and animals in general

JEREMY "REMY" FITZGERALD (voice claim: Seán McLoughlin aka Jacksepticeye)

Irish

Nonbinary [he/they]

Gay

Has two older brothers

Himbo

Big dumb silly idiot

Jeremy was born in Galway, Ireland and moved to California with his brothers and parents when he was 3 years old

They moved to Hurricane, Utah 16 years later and lived alone since

BIGGEST QUEEN FAN

Absolutely adores plants and has so many of them in their small apartment

Did construction work before getting a job at Freddy's

Has lots of religious trauma, all of it actually

Many piercings, most of them done by himself (idiot)

Has a big ivy tattoo

Was kicked out by his parents for being gay and struggled a lot to survive before starting a construction job. He even had to steal food a couple of times

Has ADHD

Has type 2 diabetes

Jeremy always dreamed about having a beautiful home with a big garden with lots of flowers and other plants in it but the best he got was a small old apartment filled with plants in pots.

They're very allergic to cats but that doesn't stop him from shoving his face into every kitty's belly

Jeremy was neglected as a child, his parents never planning a third child and not being too keen on having to raise another one. They put most of the responsibilities on their older sons which made them dislike their youngest sibling from the very beginning

Mary Anne and Patrick (the parents) never really tried to hide their indifference towards Jeremy, at east when they weren't in public. Because, naturally, they would hate for people to talk badly about them

Jeremy spent most of his childhood alone in their room, wandering the streets or spending time with Citlali, their best friend, and her parents. Remy adored them all and preferred hanging out with them over being with their own family

After moving to Utah he became very open about their identity. Moving away from his parents was difficult but also provided a whole new opportunity to finally be himself and make their own decisions

there is A WHOLE LOT more but this is all I've got in my head right now saiduhsada SHAMELESS PLUG TIME BUT YOU WILL LEARN A LOT MORE ABOUT MY JEREMIKE IN THE FIC I'M WRITING, IT'S CALLED "Insufficient" ON AO3

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #jeremy fitzgerald #insufficient au #fnaf au #michael afton #headcanons #my au

[iamthemain-character]

every time i think i’m over Thorin Oakenshield he just comes swinging on back, I will be hyperfixiating on The Hobbit for the next week thank you 😌💅 Anywho, hope you enjoy! :)

Husband Thorin Oakenshield Headcanons

husband! thorin oakenshield x reader

she/her pronouns

TW: pregnancy, a child

set in a much happier, post BotFA AU

requested by @writing-whats-that (big mood)

Middle Earth Masterlist

Husband Oakenshield

Thorin had been in love with you for a long time, so when he finally had a home again, he wanted to propose

Despite facing orcs, dragons, and who knows what else, he was terrified to ask for your hand

despite being friends and lovers for years, he was afraid of rejection and he didn’t want to lose you

it got so bad to the point that he had the entire company on his back about it, trying to push him to do it

it wasn’t until Bilbo himself came up to the mountain for a visit and had a long talk with Thorin that he finally had enough courage

so finally he got to work creating a home for you and a bead for your hair

Kili nearly spilled the secret a million times, and he soon grew tired of how many times Fili would cover his mouth/kick him/ talk over him/etc.

once finished, the wedding bead was beautiful, hand crafted by him with the finest metals and inset with teenie tiny jewels

he 100% said something along the lines of “i could find no jewels that compare to your beauty” because he’s a big softy with a spot for romance

You had no hesitation in saying yes, and soon the mountain was filled with energy for the wedding

it was a beautiful and remarkable occasion, and not a single eye was dry at the ceremony

all he could keep calling you for the rest of the night was Queen Oakenshield

so we all know that Thorin is Big Rough Tough Guy™️, but with you he just m e l t s

like this man will literally become a class A simp for you once you’re alone

He’s a little possessive (not in the creepy kinda way, like in the holy cow she’s mine and i love her and i never want to let her go type of way)

still gets butterflies when he sees his bead in your hair

loves, loves, LOVES, being able to point you out to people and be like, “oh yeah that’s my gorgeous wife, my queen”

will call you “my queen” 24/7

PDA is a no no for Thorin, but in private man is CLINGY

like constant snuggles, kisses, just loves touching in some kind of way

100% complains when you both have to get up in the morning, snakes his arms around you so you can’t get up

has and will use the “I’m the king i make the rules” card

in public though, two words: HAND. KISSES.

will kiss your knuckles, your fingertips, etc. while he is holding your hand.

it’s his way of reassuring both you and himself that he is forever yours.

Also he learned his lesson about his anger once, and now whenever you both fight he is always the first to apologize

he just hates seeing you unhappy, so he will do anything to make it right.

Most of the time you two just communicate and make amends

Overall Thorin would just try his best to be a good husband

Father Oakenshield

Telling Thorin you were pregnant was…… a journey

He felt every single emotion within the span of like 30 seconds

You had to snap your fingers in front of his face because he had spaced out for so long

When he did come back to, however, oh how joyous his was

peppered you with kisses, asked a million questions, but especially became Over Protective Thorin™️

He had watched his sister go through 2 pregnancies with his nephews, but nothing could prepare him for his own wife carrying his child

do not expect to travel, work, or do anything other than relax and be loved by your husband for the next few months

Thorin will (gently) lose it if he sees you doing anything strenuous, and he will promptly stop you while rambling on and on about how you shouldn’t be doing stuff like that

after a while, you get tired of doing nothing and so you sit your husband down to explain that you will be careful but you cannot just sit around for the entirety of your pregnancy

he’s a little reluctant to agree, but your happiness is key, so he instead opts to just constantly be by your side to ensure you’re okay

if there is an emergency that desperately needs him, Fili and Kili are in charge of watching you

really they just offer you bad name ideas for the baby and keep you company

when it’s time for the baby to be born, Thorin does freak out a little bit

You’re in pain, his child is about to be born, he has no idea what he’s doing, and man’s is panicking a little bit

but when he holds your hand and watches you work to bring your child into this world, he is determined to be the best father he can be

your beautiful little child is healthy, and Thorin thought his face was going to break from how much he was smiling

The child is like his crowning jewel, and both of you love them with all your hearts

Fili and Kili are thrilled to have a cousin, and even Gandalf and Bilbo come to see the baby Oakenshield

The child will be so very spoiled growing up, with so many people loving on them and caring about them, but in all honesty you are grateful for such a large loving family

And Thorin claims he will be strong and will set rules and whatnot as the child gets older, but in reality the child has him wrapped around their finger

The child plays on his throne, has their favorite foods at all mealtimes, and has too many clothes and toys for anyone to count

You end up having to be the one to lay down the law in your household, but you take one look at your husband and child’s sweet eyes and you feel yourself melt

overall just a very happy and lovely family

#thorin #thorin oakenshield #thorin x reader #thorin x you #thorin oakenshield x reader #thorin oakenshield x you #thorin headcanons #thorin oakenshield headcanons #the hobbit

[warmaidensrevenge]

Love and pinball

Pairings: Eddie x Chrissy x Fem! Plus size reader

A/N: Look at me buuuuudddies! Another part. I've been writing so much when I can. You guys can expect some spiciness coming up on existing fics. Ones that I haven't touched in a while. But boy oh boy am I excited. Okay...okay I'll shut up now. As always thanks for reading and feedback is greatly appreciated. Feel free to comment and share your thoughts. No pressure though. Kay love ya byeeee.

I do not give permission for my work to be posted anywhere else. Please respect all creators.

Word count: 5,000+

Warnings: 18+ No minors, thank you. Angst, slow burn, language, sexual situations/implications, oral(m receiving), hurt/comfort and not proof read.

Summary: Eddie's trying to build a friendship. But quickly wants more.

Part 2: No doubt about it.

The next morning he woke up in a good mood. He turned around and Chrissy wasn't there.

" Hey Chris? Where are you?" He called down the hall.

" In the kitchen."

He smiled and jogged over. He went to her and tried to kiss her.

" N-no Ed." She pushed him away. "You'll mess up my lipstick."

"Oh common Chris. I miss you. And you look so pretty today."

She gave him a thin lip smile and kissed his cheek. " I gotta go."

He looked at his watch. " This early? Where are-"

" I have a breakfast date. Then I'm going to work."

Eddie watched her grab her purse and head towards the door. 

" Don't wait up." She said right before she closed the door.

He sighed. Where was the girl who loved to be in his arms? The one who couldn't get enough of his lips? 

Deep down he knew that the relationship was over. But he refused to accept that. He still loved her. And he wanted to make things work. He just didn't know how.

Later that day he wanted to see you. Fortunately for him, he didn't have the right part for your car so he had to drop you off last night. Your house was small. But nice. And seeing in at night made it look kinda haunted. Well to him that is. But when he pulled up that afternoon, he saw that it was actually painted a charcoal gray. With a black door. It looked nothing like how your colorful self was. But surprisingly it was more like him. He liked it. Actually loved it. The front yard was big and had a tire swing. The wrap around porch was incredibly nice. He could picture you sitting out there, drinking lemonade and reading or listening to music. The thought made him smile. And secretly wished he could sit next to you. Holding your hand. 

He quickly shook off the thought and jumped out of his van. He walked towards your garage that was wide open. That's when you came up from the basement. Holding a laundry basket on your hip. You looked amazing. Sure you were in black tights and a gray shirt with the sleeves cut off. With your hair in a crazy messy bun. Nothing fancy. Just comfy. You looked great though.

" Hey bud. Uhhh whatcha doing here?"

" H-hey sweetheart. Umm I uhh." He scratched the back of his head and nervously laughed. "Wanted to see if you wanna grab lunch… with me?"

You pressed your lips together and gave him a 'no' look, that made him feel so stupid and a bit bummed.

" That sounds great. I would love to."

He raised his brows and was surprised.

" But…"

Of course there's a but.

" It's cool. Sorry I-I shouldn't have come." He turned around to leave.

" Eddie?" You softly said.

He stopped. His name never sounded so good coming out of someone's mouth before.

"I was going to say I would like to. I'm kinda babysitting right now…my niece is here. She's actually napping right now. But she will be up soon."

He turned around. " Oh. I'm sorry. I hope I wasn't being too loud."

You laughed. " Please. That girl can sleep through a marching band in her room."

He grinned. " So can I."

" Awe. then you two would get along just fine."

You guys stood there quiet again. But it was nice. Like the silence didn't need to be filled with nonsense. 

" So umm if you're okay with Mac and cheese and dino nuggets. We could still have lunch." You offered.

He licked his lips. Trying so hard to not show you how excited he was to say yes.

" That sounds amazing actually. Do you have juice boxes?"

You nodded. " Those are for my niece though…However, I do have my own personal stash of Capri sun's that I may or may not be willing to share."

He laughed and looked at the ground. 

" Common bud."

He glanced at you and you nodded towards the door.

Doing a slight bow, he held out his arm. "After you."

He followed you up the 4 steps and was immediately hit with the smell of cookies. His mouth instantly watered. 

" Jesus. It smells so good in here."

You put the laundry basket in the next room and came back. 

" Thanks. Just making some cookies for later."

Eddie looked around the kitchen and smiled at all the cow decor. It was very cute. 

" Uhh yeah." You said when you noticed him looking. " I have a thing for cows."

He clicked his tongue. " I see."

You tilted your head and narrowed your eyes at him. " Are you judging me?"

He smirked at you and held up his hands. " No. Not at all. Cows are cool."

" Uh-huh."

He chuckled to himself and watched you pull out stuff for lunch. 

" Do-do you need help?"

You looked over your shoulder. " No thanks bud. I-"

A little voice cut you off.

" Tee, I'm hungry."

Eddie looked over and saw a little girl with messy brown hair rubbing her eyes. 

" Hi sleepyhead. Good afternoon baby."

Eddie watched your face light up when you went to her. You picked her up and put her on your hip. 

" I'm getting lunch ready right now baby. I'll be done in a few minutes."

She nodded and pointed at him.

" You want to say hi?" You asked.

Eddie smiled and waved at her while you put her down. Holding her hand.

" This is my friend Eddie. Eddie, this is my niece Natalie."

He looked at you before he squatted and held out his hand for her.

" It's nice to meet you princess."

His heart melted right away when she grabbed his hand with both of her tiny ones and flipped it around. Her eyes got so big when she saw his rings. She then met his gaze and reached for his hair.

" Your hair is pretty."

" Aww thank you princess. I like your hair too."

Natalie giggled and gave him a hug. He looked up at you to silently ask if it was ok that he hugged her back.

" It's okay. She doesn't bite. Just really friendly."

He gave her a hug. " Is that right? Just like your aunt huh?" 

Natalie pulled away and ran to another room. She came back with a handful of toys. 

" Want to play dolls?" She asked.

" Oh baby. Eddie doesn't-"

" I would love to." He gave you a big ass smile before grabbing her hand and leading her to the living room.

As he played with Natalie. He kept stealing glances at you. When you would catch him you would make him blush from the look of joy on your face.

After lunch all of you watched a movie. 

" Is Bud gonna take us to the park now?"

Eddie turned his head towards you. 

" Oh no baby. I told you we can't go today because I don't have my car."

"What park?" He asked.

" Umm, just one on the other side of Hawkins. Near Forest Hills. They have-"

" Water fountains."

" Yeah." You furrowed your brow. " How-"

" I used to live out there…if you want, I can take you guys."

Natalie jumped up. " Yes! Please, please! Tee please!"

" I-." You grabbed her and placed her on your lap. " Bud, you don't have to. I can take her another time."

Without thinking he grabbed your hand. " Let me take you guys for ice cream and then we can work off the sugar there."

You looked down at his hand and then at Natalie. She was giving you a pout.

" Okay. Let's go."

…

Eddie had never felt this way before. Sitting there watching you and Natalie sharing an ice cream. Laughing and making random noises. It was something he wanted all the time. You were sweet with her. So loving and happy. It was a side of you he was falling for. Though he knew he shouldn't. He did. And he didn't want to fight it. 

When he took you guys to the park he raced Natalie to the water. But before they took off Natalie started to count."One…twooooo…..five."

He looked at you and grinned.

That's where you got it from.

The laughter you made from him figuring it out made his heart skip.

Once you put down the stuff, you came and picked up Natalie. Spinning her around and wetting her a bit. 

She squealed and you put her down. She then quickly ran and hid behind him. 

" Help me bud." She pleaded.

He put his hand on her head. " Don't worry princess. I'll protect you."

When you came towards them he grabbed your hand and started pulling you towards the water. Your's and Natalie's giggles sounded angelic to him. The sun was envious of how brightly you smiled. 

" Oh my God!" You yelped as he held you over a fountain. 

Getting you and him completely soaked. Both uncontrollably laughing. After a minute there was this moment where you looked at him and he looked at you. Without a word being said he knew you wanted what he wanted. More days like this. With each other. 

As you guys went back to the house, you offered to dry his clothes for him while you gave Natalie a bath. He of course agreed. Not wanting one of the best days of his life to be over just yet. 

When Natalie was squeaky clean, you took a quick shower too. After, you asked if he would like to join you guys for dinner. Which he did. Before he knew it, it was almost 9. Natalie was in bed and he was sitting with you on the couch. 

" You're really good with her."

You took a sip of water and nodded. " Yeah. I guess you can say I love her."

He grinned. " I hope so."

You let out a small nose laugh.

" So uhh. Tee?"

You grinned putting your cup on the coffee table. " Yeah. She had trouble saying auntie. So she's called me Tee since she could talk."

" That's cute. But do you ever get a day off?" He asked.

" What do you mean?"

He looked at his lap. " I just mean. You have 3 jobs and you babysit. Don't you ever just get a day to relax?"

You put your legs on the couch and covered them with a blanket. Turning your body towards him. " This is how I spend my days off. This or spend a few hours at the lake with friends. But whenever I can, I try to spend time with Natalie…she umm…she lost her mom when she was one. I try to be that womanly figure in her life. And well she's really fun to be around. So I would take a day with her than have a day all alone. "

" That's sweet."

" I try."

Eddie and you grinned at each other. A few seconds passed by when you grabbed his hand. 

" Thanks Eddie. You made Natalie's day. I haven't seen her that happy in a really long time."

His grin turned into a soft smile. " It was a pleasure. Honestly, I haven't had that much fun in a while too."

You gasped and pulled your hand away. " What about the lake? I thought we had a great time." 

He shook his head. " No. That was a good day too. Just today was better."

You beamed at him. " I guess you can say I'm pretty awesome."

" I could. But I won't." He joked 

You gasped again. " Alright. Break a lady's heart." 

It happened again. That moment. But this time it felt like you wanted him to kiss you. Should he? Would you be okay with it?

Chrissy...

He cleared his throat and got up. " I uhh better head out. I want to make sure your part comes in tomorrow."

The look on your face broke his heart. It was fast but he saw what looked a lot like disappointment. But within a blink of an eye. You were smiling again. 

While walking him to the door, he thanked you for lunch and dinner. 

Before he left you called out his name.

" Yeah sweetheart?"

" Umm do you want to hang out sometime?"

His heart jumped. " Yeah. Definitely."

" How about next Saturday?"

He wanted to say yes. More than anything in the world. But he had plans. With Chrissy.

" Umm could you maybe do Sunday?" He asked. Praying you would say yes.

You hummed and crossed your arms. " Yeah. I think I can do that. We could go to this thing I heard about. It's called Age of Horror. The theater shows all the horror/slasher films all day."

Eddie could have ran and hugged you. He always wanted to go to that. But he didn't want to go alone. And Chrissy hated scary movies. 

" Absolutely! I love horror movies."

" Cool. I'll see you then bud."

"Looking forward to it...Goodnight y/n."

"Night."

…

When he got home he threw himself on the bed and smiled at the ceiling. He closed his eyes and saw you. He replayed the whole day over again. Wishing he could do it again tomorrow.

Why did he feel like this so fast? Why were you just so…perfect and beautiful? How was it he didn't meet you sooner? 

Why couldn't I've met you before-

He opened his eyes and shook the thought away. No way should he want to have met you before Chrissy. But he wanted to. He really wanted to.

Having enough of his selfishness he hopped in the shower. 

" Ed?"

" Chris?"

He took a couple of steps back as Chrissy climbed in the shower with him. 

" Hi Ed…I'm so sorry about yesterday."

He gave her a thin lip. 

" I canceled my date to make it up to you."

Gee thanks. 

"It's fine Chris. I'm kinda tired."

He watched her get down on her knees and grab him. Putting his flaccid cock in her mouth. He wanted to push her away. He wanted to get out. But he just closed his eyes and thought of you. It was wrong. And he felt real shitty for doing it. But he did it anyway. His thoughts weren't sexual at first. It was just you laughing and looking at him. 

" Mmm that's it Ed." Chrissy said cupping his balls.

He ignored her and kept thinking about you. Only this time he thought of the first time he saw you. The way you had your tongue out. The way your tits bounced. Then at the lake. Stand there in your tight red bathing suit. Sweat dripping down your skin. Then when he was holding you under the fountain. How your soft body molded to his. The smell of strawberry shampoo filled his nostrils. 

Before he knew it, his body filled with goosebumps and his toes curled. 

He opened his eyes and saw Chrissy spit out his cum and smiled up at him. 

" That was fast Ed."

He swallowed and tried to smile. Catching his breath. " S-sorry." 

When he got out he laid in bed with her. She was fast asleep. With his eyes fixed on the ceiling tears fell. 

I'm so sorry Chris.

…

After Eddie left, you went to check on Natalie. Once you knew she was okay you went to bed. Looking up at the ceiling you were lost in thought. The day at the lake was nice. And you liked all your new friends. Especially Eddie. You were lying when you said he wasn't your type. He was most definitely the type of guy you would fall head over heels for. Only saying  he wasn't to save yourself from the hurt of rejection. Then the whole car thing happened and now today. Today was amazing in every sense of the word. It's been so long since you felt comfortable with someone. Ever since your college relationship ended 2 years ago, you haven't felt like you needed anyone. You had enjoyed being alone. Being free to do whatever you want. You had dropped out of college when the break up happened and decided to travel until you missed your family. This labeling you as the troublesome one. So a few months ago you wanted to finally settle down in a little town. Be closer to your loved ones. It took a bit to find a good paying job and with help from your brother. You bought your first house. And boy did you love your little house and the silence that came with it. You wanted this to be your forever home. So you worked other jobs to pay your mortgage off faster. A relationship wasn't something you had time for and was the furthest from your mind.

But today hit you differently. All day you kept repeating to yourself that Eddie in fact had a girlfriend. To stop looking at him like you wanted him. Because…you did. He was beautiful and funny. And he made the best faces. Most importantly he was really good with Natalie. You actually loved seeing him with her. It honestly made your heart melt when he called her princess.  Still, he was unavailable. So you cursed yourself for basically asking him out on a date. Not that you would ever actually consider it a date. But he also didn't say no. Even though he maybe should have. 

You sighed heavily while turning to your side. 

I want to get to know you on a deeper level…Maybe we could-

" Tee?"

You rolled over and saw Natalie in your doorway.

" Yeah baby?"

" Can I sleep with you?"

You softly smiled and sat up. Pulling the blanket back. She ran over and you picked her up. Once she was comfy you laid down. 

" I like bud, Tee."

You laughed a little and moved her hair behind her ear. 

" Me too baby."

…

The week dragged on for an eternity . Eddie looked forward to Sunday. He only saw you once during the week. When you picked up your car. You didn't stay long. But the few minutes he got with you got him through the week. 

On Saturday, Chrissy tried and failed making dinner. Like always. But hey at least she still tried. The date night was quiet. The night consisted of pizza and a movie. He sat there watching one of her favorites while she cuddled up next to him. 

He should be here. He should be enjoying the time he has with her. And for the most part, it was a good night. However he kept thinking about tomorrow. Should he pay for the "date"? Could he put his arm around you? Does he offer a shoulder for you to hide in when you were scared? 

All the unanswered questions came to a halt when Chrissy started kissing his neck. Everything got pretty heated. Before he knew it, he was taking her from behind. He tried not to think about you. He was trying to focus on her. What he did last Sunday wasn't right. He shouldn't have been thinking about you when he was with her.

About 30 or so minutes later he finally came. He laid there while Chrissy went to shower. A few minutes later he heard her moaning. When he went to check he saw her pleasuring herself with the shower head. 

He went back to the room and sulked. Now he couldn't even make his girlfriend cum. His mind went to the other guys. We're they bigger than him? Did they make her cum? Was he bad tonight? How often did she do that? Was it after every time they had sex? 

Then his questions went to you. Could he get you there? Would you accept his size? Would he even be able to fit because of how big you were?

The second after he thought that, he felt like a shallow piece of shit. He didn't think you were fat or anything like that. Sure you were definitely bigger than him. But you were beautiful. Inside and out. He knew that because even though he only hung out with you twice, those two times was all it took to see the real you. 

The goofy and sweet, competitive and strong willed, outgoing and loving you. And though tomorrow wasn't a date. He was going to treat it like it was. 

Chrissy finally came to bed and she gave him a kiss on the cheek. When she turned around he cleared his throat.

" I uhh have a date…tomorrow."

Chrissy smiled. " That's good. Have fun. Good night Ed."

He wanted her to be upset. To hear her say something other than have fun. But when he heard her steady breathing he knew that she didn't care.

…

When he agreed to meet you at the theater, he wanted to pick you up. But, you said you had to do stuff before. So when he got there he was expecting to see you alone. He was wrong. Somehow instead of a night with you two, Steve, Gareth, Robin, Dustin, Lucas, Max, and Mike were there. His heart sank. You didn't mention this to him. 

-

You locked eyes with him and smiled. So happy that he came. He looked a little upset at first. But that faded when he saw you. Sure tonight was supposed to be just you two. And you really wanted that. However, you didn't know if it was the best idea. As much as you wanted more time alone with him. The thought of his girlfriend changed your mind. So you invited everyone. Hoping that he wouldn't be upset that you didn't tell him.

-

Tickets were bought, and snacks were in an abundance. Now it was time to find a row to sit in. Dustin picked the perfect seats right in the middle of the theater. When everyone was about to sit, Eddie was hoping to sit next to you. But his luck just ran out. To your right was Robin and Steve. To your left was Gareth. When you looked at him, he could see that you were apologizing with your eyes. So he forgave you for whatever you thought you should be sorry for and grinned at you. Taking the seat next to his best friend. 

Everyone was getting settled in, passing around popcorn and chit chatting. The lights flickered and the audience cheered. Once the lights were off the opening scene to Suspiria played. That's when the exit door opened up and a couple came in. 

When he saw her, he sank into the seat. 

What the hell?! What the fuck Chris?! You said you hated scary movies.

Then he saw her date and was pissed.

Jason fucking Carver! You've got to be shitting me!

If it were anyone else, anyone who didn't give him hell in highschool. He would have been okay with it. Well, as okay as he could be. But it was fucking Carver. Chrissy knew how badly he was bullied. And she was out with the prick. Like this situation wasn't bad enough. Now she was fucking him too.

Eddie took a couple of deep breaths to calm down. His eyes followed them to their seats. He was disgusted. Then out of nowhere he felt a hand on his thigh.

-

You were sad that you couldn't be close to him. God you wanted your thigh to touch his. You wanted to be overwhelmed by the scent of his body wash and faint cigarette smoke. You wanted those glances. Silently telling each other they rather look at one another, instead of the movie. But Gareth hopped in the seat before Eddie even got the chance. And Robin didn't want anyone else to sit next to you. So she slipped into the chair on the other side. 

Slightly annoyed with both of them you accepted that it was probably for the best. Sitting there, doing those things would only aid the feelings that were growing. 

When the movie started you looked over at the cute blonde couple that came in. In the darkness you could still see Eddie's face. The look he had scared you. Then you saw his fist clenched and jaw flexed looking at the couple. 

" Hey Gare." You whispered.

Gareth looked at you and smiled. " Yeah?"

" Switch with me, yeah?"

His smile turned down. " You want to sit next to Eddie?"

You nodded and leaned in to kiss his cheek. " Yes please. There's something wrong."

He turned to Eddie and followed his glare. " S-shit! Umm." Gareth looked back at you and got up.

When you sat down Eddie's eyes were still fixed on the couple. So you reached over and put a hand on his thigh. When he looked at you, his eyes softened. His jaw slacked and his fist loosened.

" You okay bud?" You asked just above a whisper.

You saw his Adam's apple bob.

" Y-yeah. I-I'm good."

But you didn't believe that. " Who are they?"

-

Eddie looked away from you. He was embarrassed. He would be so humiliated if you met her this way. He didn't even want you to meet her. He could lie and say the shit about Carver. But he didn't want to lie to you. He wanted to be utterly and completely transparent. 

" Uhh." He sighed. " That's uhhh Chrissy."

"Chrissy...Your Chrissy?"

He nodded.

You were quiet until he saw you turn your gaze onto Chrissy. You sucked on your teeth when you saw what he saw. Chrissy was kissing Jason. You didn't say a word. You just got up and started down the row. Gareth must have known what you were planning because he was just a few steps behind you. Right when he passed Eddie, he gave him a look.

" She's gonna fight." 

Eddie's eyes nearly popped out. He quickly got up and went after you. Pulling Gareth back.

" HEY! CHRISSY!" You shouted. 

She looked right at you. " Uhh yeah?"

Eddie saw you smile. But it was anything but happy. Then you laughed sarcastically. 

Chrissy stood up." Do I-"

You then raised your fist and mid swing Eddie grabbed your arm.

" ED! WHAT THE-" Chrissy screamed.

" LET ME GO EDDIE! YOU CAN'T HIT HER. BUT I SURE AS HELL CAN!" You yelled trying to get out of his arms.

Next thing he knew Jason got up and pushed him. Gareth jumped in and threw a punch. 

While holding the very tenacious you back, all his friends came to help. People were throwing popcorn and ushers came. 

Finally everyone who was involved got thrown out. 

Eddie had to pick you up and carry you outside. While you cursed at Chrissy the whole time. When he put you down he cupped your face and made you look at him. All the while thinking how incredibly sexy you were for doing that. 

" Y/n please. Calm down."

" No Eddie! How are you not pissed?! She is such a dick for cheating on you."

You tried to push his hands away but he then decided to give you a full on bear hug. It only took a couple of seconds before you hugged him back. 

" I-I'm so sorry bud."

" Don't be. I-"

" Oh my God! You totally were gonna kill her!"

Eddie didn't want to let you go. But Mike interrupted the moment. When you guys pulled apart everyone was staring at you two. 

The young ones that didn't know the situation praised you for what you did. The others that knew looked at Eddie. Clearly understand that he hasn't mentioned a word of this to you. 

"Ed?"

Eddie turned his focus on Chrissy who was standing behind Gareth.

" You have a lot of nerve you-" you started to say but Robin jumped in front of you and grabbed your arm. With Steve grabbing your other arm. Pulling you away.

Eddie quickly looked at you. " It's ok sweetheart."

You shut your mouth and nodded.

He then went to walk with Chrissy. 

" What the hell was that?!" She said, smacking his arm.

He sighed. " I'm sorry. She doesn't know about our arrangement. But... what the hell are you doing with Jason? And here?"

Chrissy looked like she was gonna cry. " Look Ed, he's changed. And I was going to tell you. But I barely see you."

He scoffed. "And who's fault is that? I'm home every night."

She looked away and wiped a tear away. " Ed, okay I'm sorry I didn't tell you. But he's different now. And I want to get to know him."

He should've been mad. He should have argued more. But he glanced at you and he knew he didn't really care to. He just wanted to be with you.

" Chris. It's fine. Have a good date."

She smiled weakly and nodded. He was just about to join his friends again when Chrissy grabbed his hand.

" Though she tried to kick my ass, I like her…you like her too. So you need to be honest with her…I'm not gonna be home tonight. So maybe bring her back?"

That's breaking a rule.

He didn't say anything and watched her walk away. When he came back you looked apologetic. 

" Alright, so now that the movie's out of the question-"

" I think we're banned now." Steve interrupted Robin.

She rolled her eyes. " Yeah whatever. So what're we gonna do?"

" We could go to The Palace?" Max suggested.

" Or the Hideout?" Gareth offered.

Steve scoffed." The kiddos can't go there yet." 

" I kinda just want to go home." Eddie said.

" Me too." You said

He looked at you and you still looked sad.

" I umm rode with Gareth…could you take me home instead?" You asked him.

You rode with Gareth?

" Y-yeah. Of course."

Once the goodbyes were said, Eddie held open the door to his van for you and offered his hand to help you up. 

" Such a fine gentleman."

" Ehh I try."

Both of you smiled a little. 

The drive was silent. Well, except for the sound of him tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. When he pulled up to the house you sat there for a minute. He kept telling himself to say something. To stop being so weird. But nothing was coming to mind. Then you shifted and turned your body towards him.

" Eddie, I am so sorry you had to see me like that. And I'm really really sorry about Chrissy. You don't deserve to be cheated on…no one does." You reached out and put a hand on his knee. " Everything's going to be okay. You're a great guy. I'm sure you'll find someone who treats you and thinks you're with the shits."

He grinned.

" Y/n, I have to tell you something."

When he was done, you sat straight forward. Eyes fixed towards the dash.

" Uhhh wow. Okay I'm a dick."

He laughed a little. " What? No you're not."

" No seriously. I'm an asshole. I should have minded my own damn business."

" Sweetheart, it was very cool that you stuck up for me. People don't normally do that. And it was badass."

You tilted your head and widened your eyes a little." Well I don't feel like a badass."

He put his hand on your head rest. " You are."

The second you looked at him with those beautiful eyes of yours, he wanted you then and there. Unfortunately, he didn't know if you would be okay with having a relationship with him.

Now that it's out. Might as well.

"S-so does it bother you that I am..I guess you could say polyamorous?"

" What? No." You shook your head and averted your gaze. " Not at all. To each their own."

He withdrew his hand when you seemed to not pick up what he was putting down. Still, he needed to know. Needed to ask questions.

" Have you ever been in a relationship like this before?"

He tilted his head. He was just about to ask you that. " Uhh no. Chris is the only girl I've been with."

You gave him a little smile. " Aww that's cute."

You're cute.

You looked back at him. " Bud?"

" Yeah sweetheart?"

"As much as I love sitting in your van. Cuz I do…like more than life."

He chuckled.

" But I need a drink. And my belt is digging into me like it's trying to become a part of me."

He laughed again. Then you hoped out. Just before you closed the door you gave him an amazing smile.

" Coming curls?"

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@marsmunson86 @browneyes528 @themultiverseofmars

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[miyuchimiya]

Woah, uncooked art for an OC post

Please zoom for better view TOT

It is my oc! Very unpolished but I have thought of their backstory. These two are bestfriends and they benefit from each other (very non-sexual way?), partners in crime type?.

-The two gets along but fight often, anger issues(forgets they fought a minute later). They always hang out by riding the motorcycle out in the city,have a drinking contest, look for women to flirt with, or just randomly starts a fight with each other. Oc describes akira as "shocking *laughs*" while akira describes them as "a rabid bird".

About my oc (cringe, i think) :

-Does not think that gender matters in love (does not know what love feels like, often "falls in love" to random strangers that showed them kindness and wanted oc's help, as they thought that that's love)

-Half-breed, mother's a succubus and father's an angel (it was true love, I swear) Both parents are locked up, never to meet again.

-Sent to a war young, forgotten (they thought all was dead) and survived through eating the dead bodies? (Saved by a certain demon, unsure about this)

-Has a type of sickness from their angelic powers (ice). Their angelic powers is repelling their "demonic part", calculated them die soon (their body fully freezes, their soul and physical body shatters) but the sickness reset through balancing the angelic and demonic powers (they lacked a demonic power that creates a sort of combination and reaction with the angelic power(ice), this is where demons like akira and sano comes in to help, if they are willing to, that is). Oc's demonic power allows them to summon any physical items, weapons, jewels, you name it but the bigger the item the faster the sickness' affect their body.

-Goes to multiple commissions for the church but never disobeys the demon who saved her (unrequited love). (Unsure)

-The two met on a rooftop of a bar while oc was experiencing the effect of the sickness, sano suggested the "reset" process.

-They are represented by winter owls. Have a sacred dimension in which winter goes non-stop (not cold to the innocent), the souls that wished to stay inside was turned into owls as their temporary physical bodies so that they will not be torn apart between dimensions.

-Helps MC when they found themselves in pain, heals both hp and sanity. Revives MC in game? Hated by reapers for giving people second chances.(Being constantly healed and revived by oc leads you to their route)

-Oc already loved MC purely because MC always wanted their help but oc have unsolved anger issues and intense mood swings, MC should watch oc's expressions more than if what they're saying makes any sense. (OC's route)

#btd akira #btd fanart #btd #boyfriend to death #btd oc

[kirakirabluemoon]

Happy New Year and I hope everyone has a better year ahead! 🙆🏻‍♀️💖💖💖🌻🌻🌻🍀🍀🍀

I know this Author’s notes looks long, but please don’t panic. It’s just an update, I’m still working on Belladonna. 😊👍🏻💖🙆🏻‍♀️

This is an update to let y’all know how things been going with Belladonna’s Chapter 31. It is still unfortunately incomplete, but I promise I’m trying! 🌚🙏🏻 Still ironing out some details and Chinese New Year is coming, so spring cleaning and stuff is in order. So update is probably after February. 🌚🙏🏻 I’m very sorry. 🙃😔😭🙏🏻

These three paragraphs only regards my health in slightly more detail than the previous post, (why I haven’t been able to update) so you can just skip it if you’d like. 🙆🏻‍♀️💖 As I mentioned previously, my health has been fluctuating since June 2023, I haven’t been feeling very well so my writing took a hit (on top of writer’s block). 😩🫠 The symptoms thankfully wasn’t too serious, all things considered.🤞🏻My fatigue however was the most obvious, there was also low moods, insomnia (caused by heart palpitations) and etc. However, I’ve gotten my blood tested around November and I finally know what’s going on. So at least I now know how to reduce and regulate the symptoms, I’ve seen improvements and hopefully I’ll make a full recovery soon. 🙆🏻‍♀️💖🙏🏻

But then at the end of December, I was tested positive with covid. 🌚🌚🌚🫠🫠🫠 So my fatigue worsened. At this point it’s like a triple layered stack. First from my nightly dreams, second from the issue that started in June, then now from the covid. 🫠 I have tested negative after 6 days, but my doctor did warn me that some symptoms and inflammation will probably persist for about a month after turning negative and to not do strenuous exercises, (even something simple like brisk walk). I found out sometimes just eating a meal brings me shortness of breath and my heart rate would reach 106 or so and then I gotta lie down. Feels like my heart was copying that one meme on Facebook and saying, “If you don’t stop, I will.” 😮‍💨🌚🤣 The same goes for house chores, like changing the bedsheets. So yeah. But I’m still kicking—albeit weakly—AND my low moods had thank god not plagued me lately. 💖😮‍💨🙏🏻 Bless.

I’ll be trying to get a swing back into things while minding my energy, so my health doesn’t decide to give me a sucker punch to the gut. Or a left hook, I don’t know, it’s been years and it still likes to catch me by surprise. 🌚🤷🏻‍♀️🤞🏻 Despite the annoyances, I’m still very thankful it’s nothing too serious. At this point, I’ll just let it throw a fit wherever it wants, and then let it die down whenever, while trying to get on with my life and maintaining inner peace. 🙄😑🤦🏻‍♀️🤌🏻 I’m done trying to control it to go the way I want it to, cuz it backfired, badly. 🌚

Anyways, thank you all so much and I really really appreciate the immense patience, love and support my dear readers has shown for my stories. 💖🙆🏻‍♀️🍀 I know I haven’t been updating as much as I would have liked, nor anticipated, after I graduated from school five-years-turning-six-years ago, in fact I thought I’d be able to churn out more chapters, guess I sorely underestimated the full extent of the symptoms my health could throw at me. 🙃😔

I wish everyone good health—seriously please take good care of yourself, and may all the lovely and nice things in life, be it big or small, be enjoyed, celebrated, and appear whenever you need it. 🥰🙆🏻‍♀️🌈💖🌻🍀

The very best of luck for 2024 and the upcoming Year of the Dragon! God bless everyone! Cheers! 🎆🎇🎉🎊🐉🎊🎉🎆🎇

Until next time! 😘

Ps: My inbox told me I have a new message/submission but when I click on it, there’s nothing there. 🌚🌚🌚 If someone sent me an ask, I’m sorry but Tumblr won’t let me see it. 😭🙏🏻

#belladonna

[ghostinthegallery]

It's still WIP WEDNESDAY!

Phew, made it under the wire! Here with my writing bestie @sixteen-juniper posting bits of our fanfics. Here is a sneak peek of Chapter 16 of my magnum opus The Silence and The Storm.

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Executioner Phillias was in a good mood. She had not been in a good mood for some time with all the games and scheming, but today the sun shone a little brighter on the gardens of Gidrim. She could almost see how one might find this collection of sticks and thorns appealing.

The immortals standing guard at Nepherka's door did not stop her. Why would they? She was expected in the reception chamber. They didn't even disarm her. Goodness they were confident. She almost felt guilty. When she had taken this part of their plan, she had expected at least a little bit of a challenge.

A small ersatz court greeted her when she entered the reception hall with it's trophies on the walls and smooth stone beneath her feet. The psychomancer, a few lychguard, two lesser lords and the usurper himself upon his tiny throne. 

"We bid you welcome, Executioner," the usurper said. "I am curious what business the triachy has upon Gidrim."

Phillias walked forward, each step clearing the exact same distance as the last. It made it easy to calculate exactly how many steps it would take before her warscythe was in range.

Ten.

"As you can see, we are having a slight crisis of leadership at the moment."

Eight.

"But Overlord Zahndrekh has abandoned this world."

Six.

One of the lychguard reacted to her approach, but Lord Nepherka ordered him back. He said something about rudeness towards his guest.

Three.

Phillias could have spoken now. It would have been dramatic to reveal that there would be no negotiating between them. That Gidrim's crisis would soon be over. That Nemesor Zahndrekh had not abandoned Gidrim, but entrusted it to her. Most others in her position would have taken the opportunity to revel in a bit of drama.

Two.

She was better than all that. Her warscythe was the only speech she needed.

One.

With one smooth swing, her blade bit the usurper's neck.

He began to scream, and indeed a sound escaped his vocal actuators before gravity finished the work Phillias' glaive had begun and separated the lord's head from his neck.

#fanfic #wip wednesday #executioner phillias #she is badass and deserves more love #the silence and the storm