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I posted 437 times in 2022

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Thanks for stopping by! My official Masterlist(s) can be found below. Likes, reblogs, comments, and suggestions are always welcome and appreciated! Special thanks to my friend, @birdie-girl for helping me organize my life. Happy reading, friends!

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1,046 notes - Posted January 21, 2022

Waddle Woes

Summary: At seven months pregnant, you've perfected the art of the waddle. Your emotions are a little out of wack. Plus you may or may not enjoy pickle and peanut butter sandwiches. And your sweet, handsome husband likes to test your delicate patience. Andy Barber x Black Reader

*Warnings: Fluff, Emotional Pregnant Reader, Weird Cravings, Waddles, Threats of Violence (Towards Andy Barber) Minors DNI

A/N: Part of this idea came from the lovely mind of @writer84. Let me know what you think! Part of my Growing Pains Series. Semi-proofread. Not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.

You waddle into the kitchen when you hear Andy enter the house. Yes, at seven months pregnant, you waddled. With gusto. And you hated it. You felt like a damned penguin. Your husband thought it was adorable, but that man was also lucky that you hadn’t smothered him with a pillow in his sleep.

You weren’t necessarily proud of it, but yes, the thought had been there. You had always been a stomach sleeper, but now you had to sleep on your side. Or your back. But when you slept on your back you tended to snore. Andy didn’t seem to mind, not that he had a say in it. But you did when you managed to wake yourself up with sounds coming out of your clogged nose and open mouth. It made you feel so pretty.

You felt overly large and unattractive, kind of like a human freight train. Or a bowling ball. And you hadn’t seen your feet in a while. You had always snickered when you’d heard other pregnant women joke about that. But now you realized that it was a thing, like a legit thing! And you missed them.

Now, did that keep Andy from touching you? Oh absolutely not. He wanted you all of the time. He couldn’t stop touching you. One day about a month ago you’d used your phone to look down at your own delicate flower and had belatedly realized that your lady parts had been in serious need of deforestation.

And had Andy ever said anything about your situation? Nope. And when you had confronted him about it and told him that the two of you wouldn’t be having sex again until after the baby was born so that you could properly groom yourself again, he’d looked at you like were crazy.

Andy had tried to explain that he didn’t care about the jungle down below, your words not his, because it was still the same pussy that he loved. He’d said that no matter the look, you’d still had that same sweet taste that he’d grown addicted to.

And then when you’d denied him once more, he’d set up a whole spread in your bedroom and had then, uh, shaved you himself. Now that had been quite the experience.

Oh god, and not to mention the fact that he was always kissing your belly and talking to your baby girl. Of course you talked to her too, but with him…

Sometimes you’d wake up in the morning, and in your sleepy haze you’d hear him tell her all about how he couldn’t wait to meet her and how he would always protect her. Or what he had going on for the day. Sometimes he would talk about you as her Mama. You never interrupted them, but this morning you had caught him talking to your belly about your particular love of Strawberry Ice Cream.

Yeah, you loved him. Your sexy menace.

But now you were hungry again. You’d had a peanut butter and pickle sandwich a couple of hours ago, but now you and your baby were famished. Andy hated those sandwiches. He usually gagged and had to leave the room. Mostly because you teased him by getting real close and trying to offer him a bite. Haters gonna hate.

You also enjoyed tortilla chips with cottage cheese and tabasco sauce. He didn’t get that one either. But at least it didn’t make him gag.

However, back to the task at hand, you and your baby were hungry. You hoped he had brought home something good.

“Hi honey.” You call out as you meet him in what had since become your favorite room of the house. “How was your day and what food did you bring me?”

Andy smiles at you, his eyes warming at the sight of you and your very round belly. He also notes that you’re wearing two different slippers, but since he was a smart man, he decided not to say anything.

“It was good, my sweet little love. How are my babies?”

“We exist..” You grouse. “And we’re hungry. And I love you, but I feel icky and grouchy.” Your hand goes to massage your lower back.

“Okaaay.” He murmurs. “Well, I brought home Chinese. I’ve got some Cashewed Chicken, without the cashews.” Andy made sure to make that note, because the last time he’d brought that dish home you’d cried. Because you wanted the meat and veggies and the sauce, but without the cashews. And you had told him that beforehand, but he had thought that was a weird request and had subsequently forgotten. A bewildered and confused Andy was cute.

“I also got Bourbon Chicken, as well as Beef with Broccoli, with Mushrooms. Along with two Pork Egg Rolls and some Wonton Soup.” Your stomach growled and your baby girl kicked. Hell fucking yes.

“I love you. So much.” You tell him. “But what did you get for you?”

He blinks at you, unsure of how to respond. “I mean, I thought we could share. But I suppose I could make myself a sandwich…”

“I’m only joking, big man. Thanks for the food. You can have the soup.”

He nods his head as if to say “oh, okay.”

“Still kidding, Andy.” He could never really tell these days. Either you were super affectionate, or part demon.

“Can I have a kiss, baby?” He purrs. “I’ve missed you all day. And I’ve been dreaming about getting my hands on your sexy little body and that luscious mouth.”

“Sure, I guess. But fair warning, I had my favorite sandwich a few hours ago. And if you gag while you kiss me, I’m going to get deeply, deeply offended. You know I’m temperamental these days.” You respond with what you hope is a loving smile and not an unstable grin.

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1,217 notes - Posted May 5, 2022

Just A Bite

Summary: Your toddler notices a bruise on your bottom and informs her Daddy. Little does she know that he was the one that put it there in the first place... Andy Barber x Black!Reader

*Warnings: Fluff, Daddy Kink, Andy Barber Being a Menace. Cursing, Ass Slapping, Fingering, Concerned Toddler, Pet Names, Minors DNI

A/N: This is part of my ongoing Growing Pains Series. As always, I’d love your feedback, so please let me know what you think. Semi-proofread. Not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.

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“Daddy home!” Your three-year-old squeals as Andy walks through the door. “Hi, daddy!” Bianca yells as he picks her up..

“Well, hello baby girl. How was your day?” He smothers her face with kisses. “I missed you.”

“Miss you too, daddy!” She responds, making you laugh. She always gets so excited.

“How was your day, Bianca? What’d you do?” Her brow furrows as she thinks hard. Your baby was smart and she was articulate. Sometimes she just needed a moment. And you both had all of the patience for her.

She looks at you, and you nod. “Tell Daddy what we did, baby.”

“Umm, mama and I went to dah store.”

“Oh, oh okay. And what did you get?” She looks at him as she thinks about it. “C’mon, we got yours and Daddy’s favorite, didn’t we?” She nods again. “Tell Daddy, what we bought.”

“Cookies!” She exclaims.

“Aww, you bought Daddy cookies? Thank you, sweetheart. And then what did you do?”

“Uh, had icy cream wif mama.” Andy laughs at that. “What flavor did you have?”

“Starrsbury.” She tells him. You both knew she meant “strawberry”, but you loved the way she talked. “Mama had dah same.”

“Sounds yummy! Is there any left for Daddy?” She huffs. “Mama’s in der.” She points at the fridge.

“Okay, you two.” You grumble. “Hands off my ice cream, or there will be trouble. For both of you.” You tell them as you wag your finger in their faces. They shrink back just a little, knowing Mama didn’t play about her own starrsbury.

Just then, Bianca grabs Andy’s head and leans in close. “Dada, almost forget.” Oh no, she only ever called him that when she was being serious about something. “Dada.” She rests her head against his. “Need to fix mama.” She tells Andy, prompting your husband to give you a weird look. “Mama has a booboo on her tushy. She say it no hurt. But, Dada, I saw dah ouchie. So fix Mama. Pease.”

Your small hands come up to massage your temples. Yes, Bianca had seen the bite-shaped bruise on your left butt-cheek when you two were in a department store changing room at the mall earlier that day. Being the sweet baby she was, she had immediately become concerned. She’d even tried to kiss it better herself until you’d stopped her. You’d hoped that he had forgotten all about it, but apparently not.

Andy looks back at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Bianca didn’t know this, but he was the one that left that fucking mark to begin with. Your baby was talking to the enemy.

“Thank you for telling me, baby.” He murmurs as he nuzzles her little face with kisses.”Dada will check on Mama, alright? I promise I’ll make it all better. Now how about you go watch some Mickey Mouse Club House and play with your toys?” And then she’s off.

“Hot dog dance!” She screeches.

Palms raised, you slowly walk backwards into the kitchen trying to create some distance between you and your fiend of a husband. The man just did not know when to quit, or maybe he didn’t care. “C’mere, Y/N.” He coos at you.

“Now, Andrew, stay back.” Your back bumps into one of the countertops. “I said stay back, you monster!” You reach for a weapon, but the only option available is one of your baby’s little spoons. “I’ll throw this at your head…it has sauce on it. It’ll stain your shirt.”

He just laughs at your warning. “Y/N, baby girl. We both know you can’t aim for shit unless your mouth is headed for my dick.” Asshole. You fling it anyway, barely missing his head. Which surprises the fuck out of him.

“Now, Y/N,” Andy tsks at you, arms going across his built chest. “Is that any way to treat the man who loves you more than anything? Is that any way to treat your husband who just wants to make sure you’re not hurt?” His voice is laced with mock sadness, so you don’t buy it for a minute. “After all, our little Bianca was so concerned.”

“Yeah, but only because she doesn’t know that it’s her Daddy who is responsible for her Mama’s ouchie.” You huff out as you try to reach behind your back for another weapon, only to come up empty handed. Shit.

“Looks like you’re out of ammo now, baby.” Oh, your husband was enjoying this way too much for your liking. “Ass in the dining room, now. Stop making me wait.” Damn, now he had that tone. The kind of tone that just oozed authority.

He strides over to you, even as you try to move away. “Daddy said march it, honey. I’m gonna need you to listen.” Andy spins you around to smack your butt twice, making you jump. And then he puts his hands on your shoulders and walks you into the room, out of sight of your daughter.

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1,373 notes - Posted April 24, 2022

Off Limits

Summary: You decide that it’s finally time to end your friends with benefits arrangement with Chris. Unfortunately, he doesn’t take the news as well as you’d hoped. Read the Sequel

Chris Evans x Famous Black!Reader

*Warnings: Jealous Chris Evans, Smut, Toxic Chris Evans, Friends with Benefits, Possessive Behavior, Cursing, Oral (f receiving), Manhandling, Unprotected Sex (implied), Minors DNI

A/N: ’d love your feedback, so please let me know what you think. Semi-proofread. Not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.

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4:00am

This was the last fucking time.

You cautiously crack open the door and peek around the corner. Technically, it was too early for anyone to be awake just yet, but it was better to be safe than sorry. After confirming that the coast is clear you stealthily make your way back to your own hotel room.

You press the keycard against the sensor before darting inside. The door swings shut behind you, and then you make the mistake of looking down at your feet, frowning at the sight of your bare toes.

Goddamnit, you’d forgotten to grab your fucking shoes!

Pissed at yourself, you fling your body onto the bed and proceed to stare at the ceiling until the sun comes up.

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Later that Morning...

You’re the first one to arrive at this morning’s press junket. Checking your phone, you’re surprised to see that you’re actually early for once. Probably had something to do with the fact that you hadn’t slept much after sneaking out of a certain someone’s room at the crack of dawn.

After spending a few hours tossing and turning, you’d eventually thrown yourself out of bed and hit the gym, determined to work that man out of your system. And you hadn’t stopped moving since.

You take a quick sip of your too-hot caramel macchiato and hiss when it burns your tongue. Sigh. You know what, you were gonna blame him for that too. Yeah it was petty, but so what?

Now you had nothing to do but to wait for your fellow co-stars. According to the sheet, Mackie and Stan were slated to join you today. Along with Evans. Hopefully that meant you wouldn’t have to engage with him too much.

The moment you hear Chris walk into the room, you make a point of burying your face in your phone. You ignore the sound of his laughter as he cracks a joke with your first interviewer of the day. His deep, rough chuckle lets you know that he just woke up, reminding you that you’d missed out on early morning cuddles.

Just as the interviewer mumbles something about needing to review a few things with their supervisor before the segment, the subject of your ire begins to wander your way. Now the two of you were left alone. Great.

“Good morning, Y/N.” He greets you, his voice taking on a falsely cheery tone. “I noticed that you were up and gone awfully early this morning.” You grunt in response before taking another sip of your macchiato. “Any particular reason for that?”

“Nope.” Another sip. He takes a seat next to you, making a point of scooting his large body even closer.

“You know you left your shoes in my room.” He purposely keeps his voice low. “Thought about bringing them with me.” Okay, you know he wants you to look at him, but you won’t. At least not until it was absolutely necessary. “You planning to come get them tonight?” You shrug, unsure of exactly what you were going to do about that little problem. You did love those shoes.

“Hey,” he leans over, allowing you to catch a hint of his cologne. “What’s with the attitude?” You shrug again, trying to keep your face as blank as possible. “You know, Y/N, if anyone has the right to be pissed this morning, it’s me.” A shiver courses through you as his warm breath caresses the sensitive skin just behind your ear. That was one of your spots, and that jerk knew it.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You snipe, before attempting to return your attention to whatever stupid article was on your phone. One of Chris’ large hands reaches over and covers the screen. “Eyes on me, baby.”

“Let go, Chris.” He tosses a quick look over his shoulder before leaning even farther into your space. “No. Now give me your eyes, please.” Resisting the urge to growl you do as he asks.

“What?” You snap.

“I woke up this morning and you were gone.” Chris’s voice is soft, but there is a definite edge to it. “Which means I didn’t get my taste.” He begins whispering soft kisses along your jawline, which makes you immediately pull away. “Stop it!” You hiss.

When he moves to do it again, you’re forced to use your free hand to push back against his broad chest. “Someone will see.”

Seeming to listen to reason, he leans back into his own chair with a sigh. “So much sass from you already and it’s not even noon.” He mumbles to no one in particular. The hand covering your phone begins to slowly stroke its way up your wrist. Squeezing lightly, he turns to face you again.

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2,293 notes - Posted February 1, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Distant

Summary: Your husband has been pretty neglectful lately. Late nights, cancelled plans, missing dinner. Is it possible that he doesn't want you anymore? Andy Barber x Black Reader

*Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Daddy Kink, Insecure Reader, Angry Reader, Remorseful Andy, Ass Slapping, Smut (implied), Rage Cooking, Minors DNI

A/N: This idea is courtesy of the genius mind of @writer84. Part of my ongoing Growing Pains Series. As always, I’d love your feedback, so please let me know what you think. Semi-proofread. Not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.

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You blow out a frustrated breath as you end your call with Andy’s assistant, Samantha. Apparently your lunch plans had been canceled. Again. For the fourth freaking time in as many weeks.

And you were extra pissed because your husband of nearly a year hadn’t even had the decency to call you himself.

He’d been so distant lately and you couldn’t figure out why. So many late nights and missed dinners. Frankly, you were tired of eating alone. And he was always exhausted when got home. It had even been a little while since you’d made love. You’d tried to get something going with him the other night, and he’d turned you down.

He had turned you down. You’d had your hand down his pants, lightly stroking and squeezing his thick cock, and he’d actually removed it, kissed you on the forehead, and mumbled “not tonight, honey”. You had been shocked. Andy was a man with a voracious appetite. When he was in the mood, and he was almost always in the mood, he was like the goddamned Energizer Bunny.

The man just kept going, and going, and going…to the point where you had to occasionally beg him for a break. But not lately. It was almost as if he couldn’t be bothered.

You sniffle and head to the kitchen. When you felt like this there was only one thing that would help, short of smacking your husband in the face. Some people rage cleaned, but you? You rage cooked.

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Several hours later…

When it was all said and done, you had a large pot of savory beef stew simmering on the stove and freshly baked biscuits cooling on the counter, along with a lemon pound cake in the oven, and a strawberry cheesecake settling in the fridge.

And you hoped Andy choked on all of it.

You were not the type of girl to be ignored. And yet that’s what he was doing. So if he was going to ignore you, then you’d ignore him too. You take a sip of the red wine you’d used for the stew, refusing to judge yourself for drinking it straight from the bottle. Your husband was the only man who had the ability to tie you up in knots like this.

Stupid man. You hoped he stepped in gum.

If he didn’t want you anymore, if he was done with you, then he would need to tell you to your face, because you did not do hints.

Gorgeous asshole. You hoped he got a papercut while reviewing legal briefs, and then used hand sanitizer.

You check on the stew, trying a piece of the beef to check on the tenderness. It falls apart on the fork. Perfect. And the flavor was divine. Ladling some of the broth into a mixing bowl, you go about whisking in some cornstarch before adding it back into the pot and stirring. When you feel like it has achieved its desired thickness, you go ahead and turn it off.

Now you just had to wait on the cake. And then you would shower. You take a look at the clock. The time read 6:51pm. Okay, so you’d shower and then you would eat. Alone. As per what had become the fucking usual.

You pull it out of the oven and test its doneness with a toothpick. Crap. It was still a little gooey. Alright, well back in the oven you go dude. You think to yourself, tearing off a sheet of foil to drape over the top of the cake so as to ensure that it didn’t burn. You’d let it go for another ten minutes.

In the meantime, you had a date with the remaining wine left in the bottle next to you.

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Forty minutes later…

You step out of the shower feeling refreshed, courtesy of your Bath & Bodyworks collection. Thanks to them, you smelled like jasmine and vanilla. You rub the same scented body butter into your thirsty skin, wishing that you had a husband here that would do it for you. Andy would do that sometimes.

He took pleasure in applying lotions and butters all over your body. And it always ended up with you speaking in tongues. That man and those hands…they were dangerous. But he wasn’t here, so whatever.

Pulling on a pair of purple sleep shorts and a pink cami, you head back downstairs to enjoy your stew. As you’d been prepping the dish, you had belatedly realized that you didn’t have any potatoes. So your culinary creation included meat, mushrooms, carrots, and peas. To make up for the absence of carbs, you decided to boil some egg noodles. You’d gone that route before and sometimes, depending on your mood, you enjoyed that option a little bit more.

Spooning some noodles and a decent portion of hearty stew into a bowl, you head into the living room to watch television. And yes, you had another glass of wine in your hand as well.

Handsome buttface. You hoped Andy fell down a well so deep that even Lassie couldn’t find him.

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2,952 notes - Posted May 8, 2022

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chibiwritesstuff · 4 years ago

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heyya yaaaa~! I just finished reading all of your works and lemme tell you, it’s all so nicely written! keep on going and don’t forget to take breaks when you need it, hm? alright, me stating facts about you and your writing talent aside— may I request lilia, floyd, ruggie and silver? Angst with a happy ending please? You can make it angst due to a misunderstanding or sumn. but oh well of course! that’s only if you don’t mind. Take your time dear, it’s not good to force yourself alright? bye~!

I see you saw the note that even I can’t find anymore that Lilia always gets a free pass on my 3 character limit XD. Thank you so much! I have long ways to be a decent writer but I’m glad you found my works nice. The one with Lilia is actually based on my own experience at work and I was told that’s an anxiety attack so uh... Also, I do kinda have to force myself or I’ll just keep focusing on work and not have time for myself which is writing.

(I swear all characters are treated equally and totally no favoritism... oh who am I kidding? Hail Lilia)

Warning(s): Mentions of an anxiety attack on Lilia’s part.

Now, let’s enter this twisted wonderland~

At first, he thought you just need something for Jade which he doesn’t mind. Everybody needs help once in a while.

But lately you two have pretty much stopped seeing each other.

Anytime he asks the trouble trio, they always respond that you’re with Jade.

Excuse me, if you wanted to break up with him just tell it straight to his face?!

He’s honestly hurt though. He thought you two are hitting it off really well.

Once he confronts you about it, you’re in the kitchen of Monstro Lounge.

“Wait, what are you doing?” He looked so confused and enamored of your look with an apron on.

“Ruggie, I love you and everything but I’m in the middle of a shift right now.” You immediately replied as you see Azul tapping his wristwatch.

“You work here?!” He jerked back in surprise. “I thought you are having a tryst with Jade!”

Cue to you and Azul spit taking (away from the food, of course, you ain't unsanitary) while Floyd burst out laughing and Jade chuckling.

Yeah, turns out you’re the current cook in the lounge to save up some money to buy him a gift for your anniversary.

Psh, he knows that. He’s just testing you… yeah.

Feel free to tease him about it since he used to do it to you anyway.

Okay, surely you just need Vil for a question or two, right?

You keep making excuses to get out of his hair lately and he doesn’t like it at all.

Yet whenever Rook calls for you because Vil asked for it, you’re suddenly available.

His mood swings are worse than a pregnant woman’s so you better explain quickly.

“Floyd! I finally found you.” You greeted him three weeks after you two last have an actual conversation.

“Can’t talk right now, I’m busy. Why don’t you go back to Vil?” He snapped at you as he began walking away.

You merely blinked at his reaction and shrugged. “Okay, you gave me the go signal so don’t you go blaming me for it.”

“That wasn’t permission! Get back here and pay attention to me!” He pouted and shook you violently. “Why do you always pay attention to Vil? I thought I’m your boyfriend?!”

“Well, my sense of fashion is wack so I thought I’d ask an expert.” You struggled to respond as you tried to hand over a box which made him stop shaking you. “Vil hooked me up to get these for you after being ordered around to do things… Happy anniversary… oh god I feel sick…”

“Eh?” He opened the box to reveal the Tenebres brand of shoes that he’s been wanting. “Shrimpy, thank you!!!”

Yeah, have fun trying to hold that nausea in because this eel ain't ready to let go just yet.

As much as Lilia is a great person to hang out with, he can be quite neglectful on certain things because of having too much fun.

You don’t show it that much but you do get anxiety attacks when you get surprised. While not severe it’s still quite a scary moment.

It doesn’t help that you’re carrying something very valuable and very fragile to Vil when he decided to pop out of nowhere upside down.

“What you got there, (y/n)?” He casually asked.

“Ah!”

A loud crash echoed in the hallway and your face pales up as Vil’s delivery is now on the floor, shattered. Just the sight of it is enough to send your thought spiraling as you can vividly picture Vil yelling at you for being careless and useless you can be. You are aware that your brain is exaggerating things but as your anxiety attack gets more prominent, the harder it is for you to breathe and rationalize which only made you panic. Your ears started ringing that you failed to hear Lilia calling out your name multiple times. You must have blacked out for when you regained your sense of focus and hearing, you can see a concerned Lilia hovering above you.

“Oh seven, my apologies little one.” He replaced the wet cloth on your forehead before continuing. “I should have known or at least notice you have anxiety attacks.”

When you’re feeling better, Lilia personally talked to Vil about the situation and offered to replace the said item.

Much to your surprise, Vil got mad at Lilia for causing your anxiety attack and even used his unique magic on the fae’s apron and favorite ladle.

Yep, the old man is currently banned from cooking. (Diasomnia sent Pomefiore their thanks that day.)

Nonetheless, Lilia is now careful about his random appearances and is now more attentive.

The downside is that he permanently has his dad mode on.

This man trusts you a lot.

He knows you won't force him to do things he doesn’t like and respected the fact that his main priority is to service Malleus. The same goes that you trust him that you love him and he won't force you to do things you don’t like.

So, when he saw you spend way more time with Deuce than him especially during his sword practice, he wasn’t pleased.

He’s rather blunt about it too that he just stops you in the hallway around other students.

“Why are you hanging out with Deuce too much?”

“He’s my friend, Silver. Of course, I’ll hang out with him when you’re busy.” You cocked your head sideways out of confusion.

He frowned, still not like the ache he feels in his chest. “Doesn’t mean you have to do it every time.”

“Hey, I don’t stop you from being with Mr. Draconia every time but I get restrictions? What happened to being fair to each other?”

“It's my duty to be around Lord Malleus, you on the other hand waste your time on someone else’s company.” He defended and straightened his posture unconsciously to assert authority. “If you have free time then watch me practice or something.”

“I did that before and I ended up falling asleep on the hard ground so you told me to do something else instead, remember?” You can't help but be hurt by the contradictions he spouting out right now especially since you two have garnered the attention of almost all the students nearby. “Can you take some time to cool down first before we talk about this again? I don’t want any misunderstandings to happen between us.”

“So you can go back to Deuce’s side already?” Anger slowly seeping into his visage but immediately disappeared with your hurt expression.

“Do you trust me so little…” You whispered not intending for him to hear. “You know what, fine. I’ll go to Deuce until you finally get your head straight.”

Let me tell you now, he feels everything just came crashing down. He never intended for it to cause a big rift between the two of you but at the looks of it, you two needed space.

The entire day this man will try to talk to you again but by some unknown force in the universe, there's always something preventing him to do so.

He’s so lost he can't even take a nap even in the comfort of the forest animals.

Deuce smacked him to his sense quite literally. Like, our delinquent boy just punched the living daylights out of this guy.

Deuce has to explain that you two are pretty much siblings when it comes to closeness and you’re always talking about him all the time.

Be prepared to be serenaded tonight, Silver ain't letting you leave him on a bad note.

Well, more like that’s what Lilia taught him to do since he was young.

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thegreatshippingwar · 4 years ago

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Sounds like a plan for your doom

Pairing: Tamaki x (pregnant) reader, Reader (pregnant) X Mirio

Warnings: Mentions of kidnapping, abuse (not you), mentions non-con/dub-con, Mentions male genitals, manipulation

Summary: After talking with Tamaki (Yandere) about his friend's behavior, you decide to teach Mirio(Yandere) how to treat his Darling right in order to gain affection. But things don't go to plan.

You hated your ack of freedom as much as any other captive, but unlike most captives they didn't have a pushover yandere scared to make them upset. You were lucky it was Tamaki that took interest in you and not someone like Mirio. You didn't think he knew how to control himself most of the time. His 'darling' was Mei and for whatever reason her survival instincts where horrible. She resisted him with every little thing he tried to force on her. Her refusal of Mirio had annoyed him enough that he would punish her constantly. Bruises and cuts litter her body and never seemed to disappear from what you could tell.

You wished to talk her into submitting, but then again you realized Mirio was the problem. A simple 'no' from her would result in punishment. If you wanted to help the poor thing you would have to talk to Mirio about it. But Mirio refused anyone interacting with her until she started to behave. Months had passed and still Mirio was making no progress and would often complain to Tamaki saying things like 'She should just love him, like (Y/N) does Tamaki.'

Mirio was getting so annoyed that he was even starting to scare you, you thought he might end up killing her soon if you did nothing. You had tried taking to Tamaki about it but every time you mentioned it one of two things would happen. He would either promise to talk to Mirio and fail to convince him due to his lack of spine. Or he would accuse you of falling in love with Mei and have to calm him down or risk him running to Mirio's to get 'rid of everyone's problems'. It was safe to say Tamaki started to hate Mei, not just because of your concern. But also because of her hurting Mirio.

Once your pregnant belly started to show, you were getting away with a lot more. You could convince Tamaki to allow you to take walks, as it was good for the baby. You would also tell Tamaki you had cravings for foods you knew weren't in the house to get some space to yourself. It was great, but you still couldn't help but pity Mei. So, after talking with Tamaki a lot you convinced him to be able to spend more time with Mirio. You had told him your whole plan to make Mei 'fall' for Mirio and you just wanted to 'enlighten' her to show her Mirio deserves her. You said Mirio was just using the wrong method to get her love and attention.

Tamaki was easy to convince but now you had to convince Mirio, who honestly scared you. You knew he wouldn't do anything to you because you were pregnant and also Tamaki but that didn't mean he was any less intimidating. That brings you to your current situation.

Tamaki was sitting beside you on Mirio's couch while Mirio was sitting in his chair with Mei on the floor. Mei was gagged and bound clearly hating everyone in the room. When her eyes glared at you Tamaki had to hold back a growl as he moved his left hand to land on your small belly. You leaned into Tamaki's touch and kissed him on the check while shushing him. As you did so you felt the need to look at Mirio. He looked jealous; you fear grew. But once you had finished, he kiss you could see the envy still in his eyes. You realized after a couple of seconds he was looking at your stomach. Maybe he wanted..... He couldn't possibly want children, could he?

"Calm down everyone, Please." You seemed to snap him out of his funk and his eyes returned to normal. "I know this is sudden but I wanted to talk with you Mirio."

Mirio smiled at you as you spoke, "What about?"

You felt Tamaki moving his left hand away and back into his lap. "I wanted to say....." You felt nervous, "I think.... I mean this in the nicest way possible Mirio, but I think you're going about this the wrong way." You were clearly gesturing towards Mei, And Mirio's body seemed to stiffen. "I think your method is wrong..... that's not to say it wouldn't work normally......it's just Mei." You felt Tamaki stiffen, He hated when you said her name. You moved your right hand to hold Tamaki's in some form of comfort. "Mei is special..... she needs a softer approach."

Mirio's eyes didn't leave your form, he was tense all over. You almost thought he would snap at you and had you been Mei he probably would have. Mei's eyes were on you as she tried to mumble something. You saw her eyes for a second before you felt Tamaki move. He moved his arms around your body and moved you into his lap. "S-s-stop looking at her." His mumble was heard by not only you but Mirio who chuckled. His chuckled stopped when you kissed Tamaki.

Mirio kicked Mei lightly towards your direction. "Why can't you act like (Y/n), you could have everything if you did. Instead, you act like a rabbit dog." Mirio sighed before looking at you. "She certainly needs a special approach, but I don't think....." Mirio stares at you then to Tamaki before looking at Mei. He looked like a sad puppy, he reminded you of Tamaki when he first kidnapped you. Dam you, why did you have to be a dog person. Mirio decided to look at you again and your small belly.

"My approach might make her love you." You didn't mean it at all, but if you could get her from getting hurt then you would try. You thought Mirio would be happy, but he wasn't. In fact, he looked bored, like he didn't think your words had meaning.

Mirio smiled at you again, "Ok, if you teach me your way, I'll try but....." He looks Mei right in the eyes before staring at you again. "If it doesn't work, I plan to kill Mei."

A cool shiver crawled up your spine, Mei looked terrified like she didn't think he would ever say that. Maybe it might be easier to submit to Mirio now that she knew what was at stake. Once you got home Tamaki became an attention whore, but you were glad as it kept your mind distracted.

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The next few months you thought Mirio how to be considerate to Mei. Like letting her change by herself or taking bath by herself or letting her eat without him feeding her. And it was working sort of she would do the bear minimum to keep him 'happy'. Most of the time you would 'show' her the limits or the bear minimum effort needed to keep him happy. Like cooking him something to eat or doing the washing without him asking. But it wasn't enough for Mirio.

"I want a kiss" Mirio said while you and Mei were preparing dinner for all of you. Mei's shiver could be felt from next to you. "I won't do anything I promise." You could tell he was not going to take no for an answer. "Just one...." You barely heard him mumble that last part.

So you grabbed her arm like every other time you had to show her something and walked towards Mirio. Tamaki was pissed every time you touched her so you knew after this you would have to calm him down. She was still resisting but you knew escape was never an option unless you somehow got the two 'gentlemen' to fight each other.

Then a crazy idea popped into your head, something so crazy it might work. As you reached Mirio you let go of Mei's arm. You hadn't thought of escape in a long time. But maybe because your hormones were out of wack you thought this was the perfect chance to escape with Mei. You look over to Tamaki, you hoped this worked.

You got a close as you could to Mirio, before putting a hand on his chest and kissing him on the check. It was short but sweet, you step back and look at Tamaki. You expect rage and angry, hoping this might be enough to get Tamaki to fight Mirio. But once you look at his face there was no rage, but a blush instead. You look him up and down seeing a clear bulge appearing in his pants. SHIT.

Mirio was staring at you, you had taking his breath away with a small sweet kiss. His heart was beating so fast he didn't think it was possible. That kiss had felt better then when he had drunken sex with Mei the first night, before taking her home. He knew you were perfect just watching you intact with Tamaki. He was jealous of your relationship with his best friend, he wanted what Tamaki had .... love. So he took Mei thinking it would work out like you two. When you had gotten pregnant his was even more jealous. Now he knew why, you where the perfect Darling. He didn't want his own Darling he wanted you. He looked to Tamaki for a second before looking at you. Maybe they could share? The thought had his lower self-harden. You weren't looking at him, but he couldn't blame you. He had to think of a way to convince you and Tamaki to allow him into the relationship.

You start moving back from Mirio, your plan didn't work. "Like that Mei?" Your words broke the thoughts of the males in the room. Mirio felt his stomach sink, was Mei going to kiss him. He hoped not, especially if she did so in the same location, he turned to her. Tamaki looked about to interrupt Mirio, but you grabbed his hand.

"Stop, remember this is what he wants." Tamaki's face fell at your hushed words. You hugged him as you watched Mei and Mirio stare at each other.

"I-i--i-i-i-i can't" Mei's words where the worst things you could hear right now. You tried to speak but Tamaki stopped you.

Mirio knew this was the best chance to get rid of her, "can't" His words sound like a wounded animal. Mei backs up, "can't? What's one little kiss to you? You kissed nearly everyone at the bar that night. But now......" Mirio started crying he had to make you feel sorry for him. He had to make you pity him, that's how you fell for Tamaki right?

Mei bolted for the front door, but Mirio didn't stop her. Mirio fell to the floor crying. You wanted to run after her but once you saw Tamaki do it instead. Mirio looked so hurt and sad, so you approach him slowly. You place your hands on his shoulders and bring him in for a hug. It was weird having him in your arms, head in your chest. He was like a poor sad puppy, so you started shushing him like you did Tamaki. You played with his hair, you told him it wasn't his fault, you told him he deserves better. You believed what you said. That thought scared you. You were to busy trying to comfort him to realize he had stopped crying long ago.

Mirio loved your warmth, your coos to calm him, your hands playing with his hair. Everything was great.

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When Tamaki came back with Mei she was a bloody pulp, you imaged Tamaki had finally had enough of her. Tamaki locked her in her old cage before coming to your side. Mirio seemed to have fallen asleep on your stomach with you playing with his hair. When Tamaki saw this he blushed, his two favorite people where cuddling. He felt himself harden at the image. He almost came when he saw you kiss Mirio on the cheek. He didn't understand but maybe he wanted to share you with Mirio. 'She' had just always been in the way, another reason to hate her Tamaki decided.

"A-a-are yo-ou... I-s-s-s he Alright?" You hummed to Tamaki. Tamaki sat down behind to you, feeling the need for attention. His member still hard, he made it known to you by rubbing it against your back. A small moan left Tamaki.

"Not now." You whispered in his ear.

"Yes now," Tamaki let out a small growl as he started to dry hump your back.

"But Mirio...." You tried to reason, but Tamaki wasn't listening as he reached his arms around the front and started squeezing your breasts. Mirio was in fact not asleep, and once he realized what was happened, he decided to nuzzle his nose into your sex. He resisted the urge to smell you, he had to wait till you got wet so he might be able to join in. "Stop," Your voice was like an angel, "Mirio is sleeping if he wakes up."

Tamaki knew Mirio was awake at this point, and he took Mirio moving closer to you as a sign he was interested in you. Tamaki felt pre-cum leak from him after realizing. "Mirio," Tamaki moaned, "Want-t-t." Before he could finish you felt Mirio take a deep breath smelling you.

"Want." Mirio's voice was husky as he raised his head from your crutch. "Want to share her, I want her to be ours." Tamaki moaned into your neck. He sat up and immediately rubs his clothed dick on your thigh. You feel the pre-cum leaking onto your clothes from both Tamaki and Mirio.

"God, yes-s-s."

You squeaked as both men grabbed you pulling you into the air. They lead you into the bedroom. At some point they had removed your clothes, you now realized you had made a horrible mistaking in kissing Mirio. Instead of one easy to control obsessive idiot you now had another not easy to control idiot. You felt them everywhere kissing and grabbing and finally when it was done Mirio had pulled you close.

"I can't wait for you to become pregnant again, this time with my child. How does that sound Tamaki?"

Tamaki sighed, "I w-w-want that too, M-maybe two each?"

"Sounds like a plan." Sounds like a plan for your doom.

#Yandere bnha #Yandere Mirio #Yandere Tamaki

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auroracalisto · 4 years ago

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as fate will have it

request: Can I please request a Sweet Pea x sweet/innocent!fem!reader when soulmates meet, something important to themselves appears on their soulmate’s wrist as a tattoo. So since being a Serpent is so important to Sweet Pea, a Serpent tattoo appears on Y/n’s wrist, and since being loving is so important to Y/n, a heart would appear on Sweet Pea’s wrist. It would be especially cute if Y/n found out that she’s actually FP’s daughter/Jughead’s year younger sister (but was raised by her adoptive parents in the Northside and maybe FP didn’t know that he had another daughter because her birth mom never told him she was pregnant) because she has “Serpent blood” so it’s like it was fate. Oooo also, I don’t know if this would be good to add to the plot, but it would also be interesting if Y/n’s adoptive parents told her she had to pick between them or FP & Jug, so an it’s us or them type of thing. Y/n picks FP, her birth dad, and her newfound older brother, Jughead, so she would go to live with them in the trailer. — @kpopgirlbtssvt

summary: request covers this

word count: 2.4k words

warnings: rude parents? adoption (idk if that’s something to trigger, but just to be safe). being kicked out of home. it’s also very possible that it’s ooc sweet pea BUT it’s fineeee

author’s notes: i wanted to clarify that it’s been like two years since i last saw the first season riverdale, so some things could be a little off. the show is wack but i love the characters. i also might have somewhat gone off from what the request was, and if i went off too much, just let me know and i will write something else!

Your friend quickly took her seat beside you, smiling. "Did you hear?"

"Hear what?" you looked up from your book, slipping a piece of paper in between the old pages.

She let out a soft giggle. "Well, uh, I know you don't really care, but everyone else is busy—"

"—is that why you're talking to me?"

"Oh my god, no," she blushed. "No, sorry, that came out totally insensitive, didn't it? I just... okay, well, they're closing down the southside."

Your eyes widened a bit. "What?"

"Yeah. They're gonna consolidate the schools. So everyone from the southside will be coming up here. They're supposed to start coming in today. You should try to see if anyone is your soulmate," she grinned.

"Yeah, okay, but you've already found your soulmate," you sighed softly, standing up. You had hardly touched your lunch at all. From your book and the mention of your soulmate, you didn't want to touch it. You wanted to meet your soulmate. Oh, you wanted to love them like they deserved to be loved. But here you were, finding it hard to believe that you had a soulmate.

Your friend just smiled. "You know I love you, right?"

You rose an eyebrow but you soon returned the smile. "Yeah, yeah. I know."

She just smiled before she rushed off, gods only know where.

You stuffed your book back into your backpack, carrying your tray to empty it. You needed to stop by your locker before your next class.

Walking out of the cafeteria, you started towards your lockers. New faces filled the hallway the farther you walked. You could feel the anxiety start creeping into your veins, but not because of the southside—you had began to wonder if you would find your soulmate from the people who transferred.

You sighed softly to yourself as you came to your locker—and you had even been prepared to get into it when you saw a man leaning up against it. He was tall, his hair was dark, and he had gorgeous brown eyes. He was talking to a short girl with streaked hair and another guy with equally dark hair.

You cleared your throat to get the tall guy's attention and your blush only darkened as he looked over at you.

"Would you mind moving? You're on top of my locker..."

He stared at you for a moment before he nodded, pushing himself off from the locker. But before he could move too far, a searing pain took over his wrist. Just as quickly as it had came, it disappeared. He quickly looked down at his wrist, only to realize that the same exact thing had happened to you. And now, you were staring down at a serpent tattoo on your wrist, whereas a heart took its place on his own.

The girl with streaks in her hair was smiling. "Uuhhhh," she grabbed a hold of the other boy. "Have fun," she quickly said, before leading him away.

You blushed and looked up at the man. "Uh—"

"—a northsider?" he asked, but he couldn't help his smile from forming. He was about to tease you, but he couldn't help his happiness. He finally found his soulmate. "Do you know how much hell I'm gonna get for this?"

Your blush only darkened. "I—I, well," you breathed out, but your own smile spread across your face. "That's exciting. I still need to get in my locker." You were buzzing with happiness. The boy moved out of the way and you quickly got into it, looking up at him. He was far taller than you. You couldn't help the grin that showed up.

"I'm Sweet Pea," he said.

You blushed. "That's cute." He rose his eyebrows. "I mean—" you let out an awkward laugh. "My name is [Your name]."

"It's nice to meet you, [Your name]," he blushed a bit. He just smiled. He would have said more, but his name was shouted from across the hallway. He looked at you and bit his lip, before he suddenly grabbed your arm, taking a permanent marker from your locker. He wrote down his number before he looked up at you and grinned. "Text me, okay?"

You blushed and nodded, before you watched him leave.

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That night, you were too excited to tell your parents about your day. You finally found your soulmate. And he was totally attractive. And worth your love. You had decided this just moments after he grabbed your arm to write his number down. It felt like the stars were aligned, just for you. Perhaps that's what it felt like when you found your soulmate—like nothing could go wrong.

But as you walked in to your home, dropping your backpack to the floor, it was dead silent. You walked into the dining room, seeing your parents sitting there with a couple of papers laying out. Your mother was close to tears, but your father seemed angry. He cleared his throat as he saw you.

"[Your name]. Sit."

You did as you were told, beginning to frown. You looked at your mom. "What's going on?"

"[Your name]. Remember how we told you we had adopted you?"

You looked at your dad and nodded. "Of course. But that doesn't matter... because you're both my parents. What's this about?"

"Your mother."

You quickly looked at her, frowning.

"Your mother fabricated a couple of papers. She wanted a baby so badly that she would lie about who you belonged to just so she could have you."

"What?"

"You belong to FP," your dad said, staring down your mother. You always knew that your father didn't like southsiders, but this was odd.

"I don't belong to anyone, dad—"

"—don't," he said, frowning at you. "Your mother decided that it was okay to adopt the child of a gang leader. She put us in danger. Your sister. Your grandparents."

"What—they've never hurt anyone," you frowned at the man. "Why would she have endangered them if they swear against violence like that—"

"—you'd be surprised," he snorted through his nose. He clenched his jaws before he handed you the papers. Before you could grab them, he just dropped them in front of you. You picked one up, seeing your real birth certificate. Your birth mother was listed, and then so was your birth father. Your father was right—FP Jones was listed as your birth father.

Your face paled and you looked up at him. "What is this? What are you trying to tell me?"

"Choose."

"Excuse me?"

"Choose. The Jones. Or us."

You looked over at your mother in disbelief. "What happens if I choose you?"

"We will forbid you from talking with the Jones."

You blinked a couple of times, confusion washing over you. "But if they're my biological family, I'd like to know them—"

"—if that's the case," your father frowned, "just go and live with them."

You stared at him, feeling your heart beat rushing in your ears. You quickly got to your feet. Your mother wasn't defending you. Your father was kicking you out. It only took a few moments for you to decide that you would leave. You quickly rushed to the front door, grabbing your bag. But not before you had grabbed the papers your father had sat in front of you. The proof was in the ink—literally.

You pulled your backpack onto your back, looking down at the papers as you pulled out your phone.

It had been literal years since you last talked to Jughead Jones. You had his contact, still. At least, the one he had whenever the two of you were friends in your seventh grade year. You began to hope that the stars were aligned for you once more as you clicked on the contact and listened to it ringing. By the fourth ring, you were prepared to turn your phone off, but you almost gasped as you heard Jughead's voice.

"Shh," you heard Jughead, before he said hello.

"Jughead? Uh, it's [Your name]—"

"—yeah, I have your contact."

"Right," you blushed. "I, uh," you cleared your throat. "Do you mind if I swing by your house? I need to talk to your dad."

You didn't mention the fact that you had just been kicked out of your home. That could come at a later point in time.

Jughead blinked a couple of times and he leaned back in his seat. "Yeah, of course. When will you be here?"

"In about an hour," you said.

"Alright. See you then?"

With that, he hung up. He looked over at Sweet Pea, Fangs, and Toni.

"Who was that?" Sweet Pea asked.

"[Your name]."

[]

You hadn't anticipated the walk to Jughead's house, but you still remembered the way. It had taken you the full hour to get there from your house. But you were there. As you walked up to the trailer, you noticed two motorcycles parked by Jughead's dad's truck. You walked up the stairs and knocked on the door. You probably looked a mess—from the walk and from the cold air, you were sure you were as red as the red lipstick you always had stuffed in the bottom of your book bag.

The door began to open and you quickly greeted Jughead, only stopping short when you realized Sweet Pea had answered.

He smiled at you. "Hi."

You began to blush and you smiled. "Hi..."

He moved out of the way and let you inside. FP was in the living room, and he looked over at you, confused.

"What has it been?" he asked, beginning to smile. "Three years?"

"Four, sir," you weakly smiled.

FP took notice and he tilted his head. Sweet Pea frowned and led you over to sit down. He looked at the papers in your hands as he sat on the edge of the armchair you sat on. His eyes widened and he quickly looked over at Jughead and his father.

"I... I wanted to tell you about this. I don't... do you remember a Julie Harding?"

FP blinked harshly before he nodded. "Yes."

You took in a deep breath as you looked down at the papers. "She's my birth mother."

Jughead looked at you with a frown. "You were adopted?"

You nodded towards him and handed FP your papers. He took one look at the birth certificate and he looked up at you in disbelief. "Are you serious?"

You weakly smiled, once more. "They kicked me out when they realized you were my birth dad."

Sweet Pea's jaw was locked as he looked at you.

FP frowned. "Well. You're always welcome here. I... I can't believe this," he said. His frown soon formed into a smile. "I have another daughter," he breathed out.

Jughead looked at the papers for a moment. "We're siblings?"

"I guess so," you began to smile as well.

Sweet Pea watched you for a moment. You were always filled with smiles. You were always happy, even in moments like this. It astounded him, but he knew that he needed that in his life. He knew that the stars were truly aligned in just the right way.

He suddenly took a hold of your hand and you laced your fingers with his, blushing. Sure, your parents hurt you. But you took one look around the trailer and you realized that these people were the ones that you could truly make a family out of.

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Two months down the road, you were still asking Sweet Pea to move out of the way so you could get into your locker. But instead of him staring at you the entire time, he would just kiss your cheek or your forehead, or even your lips, and move to stand on the other side. Which side truly depended on his mood, just like where he kissed you.

Every time you would see Jughead, he would greet you with a smile and a short conversation, but when the two of you were with your new friends, you were truly yourself. You found comfort in the serpents. You found comfort in your biological family, and with your soulmate, Sweet Pea.

Sweet Pea stood by your locker, his arms crossed over his chest as he saw you walk down the hall. He couldn't help his frown from turning into a smile. Before you could ask him to move, he leaned forward to kiss your cheek. He quickly took your books and stuffed them in your already opened locker—Toni had memorized your combination and he asked her to unlock it for him.

He took your hand. "Come on. I have a surprise for you."

You rose an eyebrow but you laced his fingers with his. You tried to protest when you realized that he was about to lead you out of the school, but you stopped yourself. FP wouldn't berate you for skipping a couple of classes.

Sweet Pea brought you over to his motorcycle and her turned to look at you, smiling. "Wear this," he said, handing you his helmet.

You just blushed and did as you were told before you got onto the back of the sleek bike. You wrapped your arms around his torso and he put on his helmet before he started his motorcycle and took off. He drove fast, but not dangerously. In a matter of minutes, the two of you were back at FP's trailer. Sweet Pea helped you off and took a hold of both of your hands.

"What—"

"I don't have anything to show you. I just... know that your birthday is coming up soon and I wanted to celebrate alone while we can."

You blushed and gently shoved his shoulder.

"Not that," he laughed. "Get your mind out of the gutter. Nah, I wanted to have a movie marathon with you, but if that's what you want—"

"—movie marathon," you blushed, taking a hold of his hand once more. He smiled and led you into the trailer.

He stopped in the doorway to look at you, just taking in your beauty. He leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

"Did I ever tell you how thankful I am that you're my soulmate?" he asked.

You just blushed and shook your head as he let out a soft laugh and hugged onto you.

Your soulmate acted tough in public—but around you and in private, he was a softy. Your heart melted every time you saw him, and actions like this only strengthened your love for the man. You wrapped your arms around his neck and smiled.

"I love you, Sweet Pea."

His eyes widened as he heard the words, but his smile never left him.

"I love you, too, [Your name]."

#sweet pea x reader #sweet pea #x reader #reader insert #gender neutral reader?#riverdale #riverdale x reader #one-shot #fp jones #jughead jones #y/n jones #soulmate #soulmate au

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bedbellyandbeyond · 4 years ago

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Dinner at the Demers

(Story Post)

“Here we are,” Fay said pulling up the driveway. He parked and smiled to Theo. “Let me get your door.” “I got it,” Theo chuckled, opening his door and getting out himself. As his case worker, Fay had been helping Theo a lot with talking out his feelings around his pregnancy. The merman was more than friendly and Theo always felt comfortable around him, even when it came to very personal things like body dysmorphia or feelings of loneliness. Theo had found that he and Fay had a few things in common, like the fact that they'd both left home to pursue their careers. After just a few sessions with him, Theo liked to consider the merman his friend and was very happy to be invited over to his place for dinner. “Thanks for having me,” Theo said as he followed Fay to the front door. “I don't get out much, especially now.” “It's no problem,” Fay said. “Dari was glad to hear you were coming. He has a habit of taking group members in under his wing. Camilo's like a son to him now.”

“I'm pretty sure I'm older than Dari…” Theo said. “You're the same age actually,” Fay stated. Theo blinked. “He's thirty?!” “Looks can be deceiving,” Fay said. “He looks like he's twenty at most,” Theo stated. “Is he aging backwards?” “It's a little complicated but it isn't my place to explain,” Fay said. “Let's just say his body needs time to catch up.” “Okay, but, like…” Theo rubbed his neck. “I'm gonna have a hard time not thinking about that.” “If you get him in the right mood, Dari will tell you whatever,” Fay assured. “Anyway, we eat a lot of fish in this household, but I understand someone in your condition might prefer something safer so we also have chicken. What do you prefer?” “Oh, fish is fine,” Theo said. “Dr. Aias said there really isn't any diet restrictions for me, so long as I eat healthy for myself. I can smoke and drink if I want. The baby's not going anywhere. I don’t smoke. Haven’t really touched alcohol either… Still feels kinda wrong.” “Fair enough,” Fay unlocked the door and let them inside. “Oh, don't let the cat out.” “Huh?” Theo looked down to try and see if any animals were at his feet but he then realised he couldn't see his feet at all and a second later, a cat dashed out from under him and onto the porch. “Ah, sorry Theo, I wasn't thinking,” Fay said. He managed to catch the feline and pick her up. “This is Slippers. She's very curious and friendly.” Theo offered a hand to sniff and then pet the cat on the head. “She's very cute.” “I got her as a gift for Dari a while back,” Fay said. “He's very protective of her so even though we don't get much traffic out here, she's best as an indoor cat.” “Got it.” “Come meet the kids,” Fay said. “Twins should be down for a nap right now, but otherwise, trouble should be about.” It didn't take long until the first few heads popped out to see them. “Papa!” one child yelled, flinging themselves around Fay's waist. Another just stood there and pointed at Theo. “Baby belly!” Theo flushed red. “Uh, yeah...” “Otter, pointing is rude,” Fay said, pushing his son's hand down. “Apologise to my friend Theo.” “Sorry, my friend Theo,” Otter said, still just staring up at the man. “It's fine,” Theo assured. “Siv, mon poussain,” Fay said to the other boy, sliding a hand between his side and his son to pry him off. “Papa can't move if you're hugging so tight.” “I missed you,” Siv whined. “I missed you too,” Fay said, petting his son's head. “Where's Daddy?” “Green room,” Siv said, pointing to the back of the house. “Greenhouse. And your sisters?” “Um... Ari and Kat with Milo and Zoe with Daddy and the babies sleep.” “And do we remember the babies names?” Fay asked. “Um...” “I do!” Otter said quickly. “I know you do,” Fay said patting Otter's head. “I want Siv to remember. They're a little harder.” “Oh.” Siv racked his brain. “Uh, Anna and...” He looked at Otter who was signing to him. “Isa...belle?” “Annabelle and Isabelle, that's right,” Fay approved. “Next time, no cheating. Get your big brother and let's meet in the greenhouse, okay?” Siv looked at Otter and then grabbed his arm. “Specifics... Both of you get your eldest brother, understood?” Fay rephrased. “Yeah!” Otter said, letting go of his father and taking Siv's arm to go get Milo with him. Fay took Theo outside to the back of the house. Theo was immediately impressed by the spacious yard, with a pool as well as a relatively large greenhouse. Inside, there were rows and rows of vegetables and flowers growing. Dari was found between the leaves, dwarfed by his own six-foot-tall tomato plants. Zoe was toddling about at his feet and grabbing any ripe tomatoes she could get her little hands on. Dari looked upset when he heard Fay and Theo entering. “Zoe, tomatoes in the basket, bunny,” he instructed as he pulled off his gardening gloves. Zoe completely ignored him and just kept grabbing tomatoes, ripe or not and trying to put them in her mouth. “My love,” Fay said, stepping up to his husband and wrapping his arms around him. Dari took his sun hat off and wacked Fay over the arm with it. “You should've reminded me Theo was coming over! I would've started dinner early.” “I told you this morning. What more reminders do you need?” Fay asked. “And that's not a jab, I want you to know.” “...Maybe, an hour before you leave work,” Dari said. “It takes two hours to make dinner?” Fay asked. “It can!” Dari said. “It allows me time to prepare. Now a guest will have to wait with us.” Fay kissed his forehead. “I'll make dinner. You can do your thing. Hang out with Theo.” “Hi, Theo,” Dari finally said, acknowledging his guest. “I'm sorry about this.” “You really have nothing to apologise for,” Theo said. “I don't mind waiting to eat. I had a big lunch.” “Come here,” Dari waved Theo over. Theo obeyed, going over to Dari. “Your garden is amazing. I feel like you never have to get groceries.” “That’s the idea,” Dari said, nodding. He hovered a hand over Theo's stomach. “Can I touch?” “Sure. You're not the first.” Dari placed his hand on the protrusion and rubbed softly. “Aliens, right?” “That's right. Though, they’re not big enough to feel or anything…” “I'll go start dinner,” Fay said, leaving them be. “Were you abducted?” Dari asked. Theo shook his head. “No. Well, not really. Not in the traditional sense. I was...visited in my dreams.” “That's different...” Dari pondered. “Different?” Dari took his hand back and patted his own chest. “I was abducted. I had children for the aliens, each ripped from me the moment they were born. Or even before.” Theo frowned. “I'm so sorry... That's terrible.” Dari shrugged. “I don't really...feel anything from it anymore. It's like a part of my life I won't get back so why should I lend it any feelings?” “I mean, I guess that's good...” Theo considered. Dari suddenly lifted his own shirt, revealing his slightly distended and scarred stomach. “You see this ‘X’ scar? They implanted an artificial womb inside me and a ‘gamete converter’, which basically steals my DNA and turns it into egg cells... In a way, I stole it from them... I was able to make my children with it, so...it's like...not all bad.” “...Why are you telling me all this?” Theo asked. Dari pulled his shirt back down. “I don't do well in groups but when I heard your situation, I knew I had something in common and I feel like everyone needs people they can relate to for support. I want you to know that I'm here and, at least on the non-consensual alien pregnancy level, I understand more than most people will ever understand.” Theo smiled a bit. “Oh. Thank you. I guess you're right.” “If there's ever anything I can help you with, don't hesitate to contact me,” Dari said. “And don't for a second think you have to forgive them for doing this to you. I haven't.” Theo nodded slowly. “...Um, so Fay mentioned you and I are the same age?” Dari tilted his head. “Are you thirty?” Theo nodded. “You just... You look so young.” Dari put his hands on his hips. “Why, cause I'm short?” “No, well, um...” Dari looked away and started meddling with some cucumber. “I was abducted when I was fifteen. This thing inside me synthesised a chemical similar to estrogen so I didn't really have a chance to finish puberty until I got back... I'm on hormone therapy now. I was supposed to be, ever since I got back, but I couldn't really do it while pregnant five times, could I?” “Five times?” Theo asked. “I thought you have eight kids.” “Twins exist, Theo,” Dari said. “Fay carried Otter and Milo was born well before I got back to Earth.” “But, wouldn’t that—” Theo was cut off when a big red beast of a person came bounding outside carrying two little girls with him and with Siv and Otter at his heels. They came inside and the small children immediately dispersed to go look at the plants and pick anything that looked ripe enough to eat off the stem. The giant red man went directly to the adults and loomed over them, his head nearly brushing the ceiling. Theo was shocked beyond belief and froze up immediately. “Milo, my biggest boy!” Dari cooed wrapping his arms around his son's waist. He was two or three heads shorter than Milo and could barely see above his chest. “Milo, this is Theo. He's a friend.” Milo put the girls down and waved to Theo, before signing to his father. “Milo says he really likes your hair,” Dari said. “I think it's because it's a colour he can actually see well. He’s a bit colour blind.” “Oh, um. Tell him thanks for me?” Theo requested. “Tell him yourself. He can hear you, he just can't speak like us,” Dari explained, happily patting Milo's chest. “He's my big growly boy...” “Oh! Okay, thanks Milo,” Theo said, running a hand through his own hair. “I need to dye it again soon though.” Milo nodded, smiling and signed again. “He thinks you look cool with the roots,” Dari said. “It’s almost like Fay and Ari’s hair. You’re like an honorary merperson.” Theo smiled. “Thanks, but I think Fay pulls off two colours much better than I do. It’s not even blended.” Milo signed again to Dari but Dari didn’t translate and just signed back. Milo looked a little upset and then signed again. “Milo wants to compliment you on your pregnancy,” Dari said. “I told him it might not be appropriate but he insisted.” “That's cool. Thanks, Milo,” Theo said, trying to stay calm in front of the seven-foot-tall red man. “How um, how old is he?” “Twelve or thirteen, we think,” Dari said. “Hard to say.” “You don't know?” Theo asked. “Yeah, well... They weren't really handing out Earth calendars aboard the sex trafficking space ship, so I really don't know when he was born,” Dari said. “We use the day that he came home to us as his birthday.” “That's really... That's some crazy stuff that happened to you, Dari,” Theo said. “I'm so sorry.” “Don't be. It was years ago.” “But really, you talk about it so casually. You know, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to.” Dari patted Theo’s shoulder. “It happened. It was terrible. It's left me physically, mentally and emotionally scarred for life. But that's all it is. Scars. I can't do much about it. All you can really try to do with scars is put lotion on them or tattoo over them. I'm tired of doing that, so I just wear them. The nightmares come less and less. My physical scars don't hurt anymore. When I tell my story, I can detach myself from it. I don't let it bother me.” He patted Theo's cheek. “Oh, but if it bothers you, I won't talk about it.” “Oh, no, no. I don't mind,” Theo said. “Thank you for opening up.” Dari sighed and put his hands on his hips. “Of course, you don't have to share either if you don't want to. But I am curious... You weren't abducted, but you also don't strike me as the type of guy who hangs around alien bars. No, wait. You mentioned dreams? How does that work?” “It's kind of embarrassing...” Theo said. Dari lifted his own shirt and patted his stomach. “Looking four months pregnant for the rest of your life is embarrassing.” Theo proceeded to tell Dari everything, how the celestial apparently impregnated him in his dreams and how on the first day, he grew so rapidly. Dari listened intently and when he was done, offered up his sympathy and advice. Theo mentioned Henderson, but only as a friend helping him out. He didn't mention that they'd slept together because he still didn't know what it meant yet. They chatted a little more for a while until it was dinner time and they headed on inside. Theo enjoyed his time at the Demers house. The food was good and there was nothing but energy in the dining room as they ate. Siv took a liking to Theo in particular and spent most of the meal telling him about his favourite frog he found the other day. Fay later expressed to his guest how delighted he was to see Siv opening up so easily with Theo since he was apparently the shiest child. This made Theo feel quite a bit better about having to listen to ‘hop hop hop’ and ‘ribbitty ribbit’ over and over. At the end of the night, Fay drove him home. He welcomed Theo to their house any time and Fay would be happy to drive. Theo thanked him for hosting him and then got himself ready for bed. He was exhausted from just being around so many children at one time and was very glad that he would not be dealing with anything like that for himself any time soon.

#lore #Theo #Dari #Fay #Milo #Siv #Otter #Zoe #mpreg #tpreg #trans preg #mpreg belly

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yukisohmasmokesweed · 4 years ago

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on: rin/haru and what “grooming” actually means

apparently there is some, hm, discourse going around at the moment claiming that rin groomed haru, crediting this to their 2 year age gap. there seems to be a pretty huge fandom-wide misunderstanding of what “grooming” actually means, so i wanted to talk about rin and haru and compare it to an actual instance of grooming in fruits basket: kyoko/katsuya

tw for discussions of pedophilia, grooming, abuse and references to csa

let’s put legality aside for a moment, and here’s why: legality =/= morality. the federal age of consent in japan is 13. it doesnt take a genius to come to the conclusion that that’s a seriously wack law, a 13 year old cannot consent to sex. however, just like in the united states, each prefecture sets their own local age of consent. fruits basket is set in tokyo, and in tokyo prefecture the age of consent is 18. japan does not have romeo and juliet laws like the US, so in tokyo prefecture neither rin nor haru would legally be able to consent to one another. so let’s set those laws aside because they are irrelevant to this particular conversation. when it comes to kyoko/katsuya, that relationship is illegal both in japan as well as the united states. in fact, katsuya would at the very least lose his job if this happened in america. however age gap relationships are unfortunately still a cultural norm in many places in the world, japan included. as an american i find this pretty shocking, but it is the reality of it

for clarity: haru is a high school sophomore (15 or 16) and rin is a high school senior (17 or 18) during the events of ep 18. kyoko is an eighth grader (13 or 14) and katsuya is 22 when they initially meet.

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so lets talk about the stages of grooming.

-rin did not target haru. yes, they both suffer (different degrees) of isolation, neglect, and abuse, but arguably rin is the more vulnerable one in this relationship. rin and haru are childhood friends as well as social peers, and their relationship grew from a place of mutual like and spending age-appropriate time together throughout their lives. haru offers rin support when she is in a bad place throughout their friendship, and presumably rin offers some sort of emotional support to haru in the same way, though we dont see this onscreen. so we’ve already failed step one

-kyoko is a victim of abuse. she is isolated and neglected by her parents. she has a chaotic home life and a lack of parental oversight, driving her to seek out bonds in an unhealthy environment (the gang). katsuya sees that she is a vulnerable, struggling child and targets her specifically after meeting her.

-does not apply. the only time rin or haru interact with the other’s parents onscreen is when haru is yelling at rin’s parents. we don’t know how haru’s parents feel about rin, but based on the way the sohma adults around rin talk about her and the other zodiacs, i think it’s safe to assume its mild disinterest to an actual dislike. we simply do not know

-doesn’t really apply to kyoko/katsuya either since kyoko’s parents are so absent

-this does not happen at all during rin and haru’s relationship. they are affectionate towards each other, but consensually and in an age-appropriate way

-katsuya doesn’t gift-give, but he does use flattery. he makes comments about kyoko’s physical appearance and her intelligence and gets her alone both in and outside of school to talk in multiple instances. he is purposefully fulfilling kyoko’s need for a positive adult influence in her life, seeing as she has none, and she starts to rely on that because she’s a child and he is being kind to her (from her perspective)

-i’m running out of things to say about haru/rin because this doesnt happen! yes they hang out alone together but again they are social peers. their age gap is simply not significant enough for this to be inappropriate.

-katsuya waits until kyoko is completely isolated from her family and her peers, having left the gang and immediately disowned by her parents, to do this. he shows up AT HER HOUSE at her absolute most vulnerable moment, getting kicked out her home at 14, and informs her that they are getting married. so now she is cut off from her immediate family, cut off from her only friends, and to a child it’s understandable why the only way out of this situation would be through katsuya. not only does she trust him after months of grooming, she basically has no choice but to trust the one and only adult in her life. she’s not even old enough to get a job (japanese labor laws prohibit anyone under the age of 15 from having a job)

-yes, rin and haru do have sex. they are both teenagers. it is not something where rin is exploiting haru’s curiosity about sex or vice versa, it’s two people in the same peer group consensually exploring it together. they are both on the young side for sure, but there is canonically consent (haru asking permission to kiss her). teenagers having consensual sex with other teenagers is not abusive in any way

-we don’t know when kyoko and katsuya’s relationship gets sexual, but kyoko was underage for sure. she’s 18/19 when katsuya dies and tohru was 3 or 4, which means when kyoko got pregnant she was 16 at the absolute oldest, and i’m sure they had a sexual relationship prior to the pregnancy. katsuya would’ve been around 24 when kyoko got pregnant

-this simply does not happen between rin and haru. they keep it a secret for a while, but not because rin is trying to control haru. once they’re found out haru talks openly to yuki about his sexual relationship with rin. the secrecy wasn’t a control tactic, they were trying to protect themselves from outside forces

-obviously there is no secrecy here either, but after katsuya dies it’s apparent that kyoko did feel that katsuya was the only person who could meet her needs. the way katsuya took advantage of kyoko’s social isolation and became the only person in her life as well as the person who supported her financially clearly took its toll on kyoko, who is despondent and floundering after his death. she falls into a deep depression and neglects her own health as well as the health of her child. she has no idea how to function without katsuya, as is the design of someone who grooms a child in the way he did.

tl;dr rin and haru dont even come close to meeting the definition of grooming. yes, they are both young, but they are also both in the same peer group as well as both being in bad home situations. their relationship is grown out of a well-established friendship and they mutually support each other. when their relationship turns sexual, they do so from a place of love and verbally consent to one another

kyoko/katsuya is an example of actual child grooming, so much so that it meets nearly every stage to a T. it is disrespectful to peg rin of all people as a groomer when there is such a glaringly obvious example of how a groomer actually acts within fruits basket.

i don’t know how people came to the conclusion that rin is grooming haru, but its an incorrect take and tbh reeks of misogyny! hope this was helpful to people who are confused.

#takes a huge bong rip #ohhh the discourse #rin sohma #haru sohma #katsuya honda #kyoko honda #meta???#i suppose

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pagingevilspawn · 4 years ago

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Hi could u please write a fic where alex is diagnosed with a serious illness and jo is there with him for support ?

doctors make the worst family members

anon, i’m gonna start by saying that this is most certainly NOT what you asked for, but it's what you're getting. One; I can't write angst for shit so it would just be a major disappointment, and two; I truly just don’t have the heart to write my favorite character with a serious illness, lol.

Also, welcome to the series I'm starting. It's called, “payton uses evan peters characters from ahs for jolex baby names because she loves him and every character he plays”. (“payton loves evan peters too much” for short) it’ll be a ride 😎

anyways... hope you enjoy, nevertheless!

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Jo Karev stood in her husband’s room, pacing around one the hospital’s floors so much she would make a hole in them if she continued any longer. She anxiously bit her nails with one hand, the other rubbing circles on her seventeen week baby bump.

She stops her movements suddenly, making her way to the uncomfortable hospital chair that sat in the corner of the room, flopping down into it, more than happy to be off her feet. They were beginning to feel like she had just through the grand canyon, not to mention, were the size of cantaloupes.

“You good now?” Alex asks her from his bed, a teasing smirk on his lips. His arms were crossed in front of his hospital gown, an item he (very) reluctantly put on. Jo had given him a glare and he knew he couldn’t refuse. Never get in a fight with Josephine Karev, he learned that one a while ago, but it was especially important that he never got into a fight with a pregnant Josephine Karev. She went full on criminal defense attorney, and he wasn’t going to lie, it was pretty scary.

Jo throws him a sharp glare. Due to her pregnancy, her mood swings had been hitting harder than ever. One second she wanted to pummel her husband, and the next she wanted him to hold her in his arms forever. Although, she supposed that wasn’t too out of the normal though, since Alex was always finding some way to piss her off and then say something sickenly sweet to make it up to her. A more accurate description would be how she went from joyful in the morning to blubbering tears and incoherent words when she figured out her favorite pair of jeans didn’t fit. (It was a scary sight, Alex had to console her for a good twenty minutes before she was able to fully calm down. Pregnancy hormones were wack.)

“Shut up.” she glowers, sinking lower in her seat, tracing circles on her belly in an effort to calm the kicking in her stomach. Baby decided now would be a good time to jab a kick straight to her rib, so she hunches over in her chair, letting out a small hiss of pain before adjusting herself, not missing the way Alex’s eyes look at her warily.

“You okay?” he questions, making Jo bob her head up and down.

“Fine. Your daughter just likes you more than me, which you know, I'm totally okay with. I mean, it’s not like I'm growing her inside me for nine months or anything.” she stares at him pointedly, causing the worry etched on his face to fade away and form a crooked smirk.

Alex chuckles, leaning back into the multiple hospital authorized pillows behind him as he runs a hand through his hair. He had a snarky comment on the tip of his tongue, but decided to hold it in. Jo was stressed, and the last thing he needed was to cause her any more.

It didn’t take long for Jo to begin her pacing again. She traveled the length of the room. The door, to the blue chair. Door to the blue chair. Back and forth, back and forth. Alex was starting to get dizzy just by looking at her. Her brown locks flew behind her as she moved, at times picking up her pace, making it across the room even quicker. It was at then that she would fiddle with the rings on her left hand, twisting them and untwisting them, tracing her fingers over the large diamond from her engagement ring and the smaller ones from her wedding ring. When she was little she always thought it was the other way around. She thought the big, fancy diamond was for the wedding, while the more modest piece of jewelry was the one that was ever so delicately placed in the velvet box.

She stares at the ring fondly, a small smile subconsciously gracing her lips. God, it was so beautiful. A 2.5 carat princess cut with a platinum band. Jo knew the name of the shape of the diamond wasn’t by accident, it had most definitely been the main reason why he had chosen that exact one. (She found out it was a princess cut when Kepner had taken her finger and examined the ring, sprouting out facts about the new piece of jewelry she was wearing. Also known as the only reason she knew any details about the rock that only left her finger when she had to be surgery, a rare now since she had transferred to OB)

When he pulled out that ring the first time, she was shocked to say the least, one; because, well he was proposing to her, and two; it was so freaking gorgeous.

Jo was never the type of woman to gush over rings and weddings and frilly dresses with frumpy looking bridesmaids gowns and too many different forks to choose from at dinner. But when she saw that ring? It didn’t matter that they were arguing, it didn’t matter that she felt like he wasn’t in her corner, she just wanted that ring. She never felt like that with Paul (for obvious reasons), the want to stick that ring on her finger and never take it off. Besides that fact that it was beautiful, she knew the real reason she wanted it so badly was because it came from him, from Alex, the man she loved more than life itself. She hated when she had to tell him to put the beautiful ring away, because she wanted nothing more than to wear it herself.

“Jo, I’m gonna be fine.” the man says, watching as his wife stops her movements, turning around to glare at him so sharply he wanted to pull the words back into his mouth and zip them up.

“You don’t know that!” she explodes at him, moving her arms around aimlessly, angry tears beginning to glaze over her eyes. Damn pregnancy hormones.

She lets out a huff, her breath coming out shakily as she tries to fan out the water in eyes.

Alex flashes her a small smile, “Jo, it's an appy. A freakin’ appy. Bailey’s doing it! Nothing’s gonna go wrong if Bailey is doing my appy.” he remarked.

“So many things could go wrong!” she exclaims, pacing around the room once more as words come flying out of her mouth with absolutely no filter at all. “There’s bleeding, infection, inflammation, your appendix could burst-”

She’s cut off by Alex, who’s shaking his head. “Jo.” he looks up at her, her brown eyes boring into his, “I’ll be fine.” he reassures her, watching as she tries to swallow the lump growing in her throat. He pats the bed beside her, signaling for her to come sit next to him.

Jo waddles to him, curling up to his side and placing her head on his chest as he runs fingers through her hair. “You can’t die on me, alright?” she mumbles into him, letting a single tear come down her cheek and land on his hospital gown.

“I won't. Promise.” he places a peck on top of her head.

Jo lets out a little chuckle, “I was never this emotional with Walker.” she teases.

Alex laughs, pulling her closer into him. “Trust me, I know.” he says, earning him a slap on the chest. “Speak of the devil…” he trails off, seeing Meredith walk into the room with a little boy glued to her hip.

“Momma! Daddy!” the three year old exclaims once he sees his parents, a wide smile painting his face as he tries to wiggle out of his auntie’s arms and onto the ground. It felt like he hadn’t seen them in forever, even if it was just six hours before he was being dropped off at daycare.

“Hi bubs!” Jo exclaims, taking Walker from Meredith’s extended hold and setting him down on her lap, his big, hazel eyes staring up at his parents in adoration while the blonde goes to sit in the chair Jo previously occupied.

Walker adjusts his position, making sure not to sit on his mommy’s bump. “Hi baby sissy.” he says to her stomach. Jo takes his hand and puts it on her abdomen, watching his face light up as he feels a sharp kick come straight to his tiny palm.

“Sissy says hi back.” Alex grins, ruffling the little boys spiky hair, which had somehow stayed intact throughout his adventurous day at the hospital’s daycare. He had his wife to thank for that. Jo had somehow managed to find a way to keep their son’s hair in place after long hours, thanks to copious amounts of gel she had mastered the use of. He used to say that a shaggy haircut was fine and perfectly normal, but she said that she ‘didn’t want her son looking like Will Byers’. All haircut debates officially ended after that.

The parents listen as their little boy rattles on about his day, from seeing his best friend Peter to knocking down the block towers he built over and over again. Their three year old was a little bundle of joy, their complete surprise baby. Jo always joked that he was created the night of her faux pregnancy announcement, since the dates lined up. Walker was something else. He inherited Jo’s hazel eyes nose, but everything else about the little boy screamed Karev, from the big head he had when he was born to the crooked smirk that permanently stayed plastered on his lips, always ready to get into some trouble.

Some days he acted like an angel, but majority of the time he was the literal spawn of Evil Spawn. Cristina’s custom made onesies and t-shirts were frequently worn by little Walker, which proudly stated, “My Daddy is an Evil Spawn!”, “Spawn of Evil Spawn”, “Product of an Evil Spawn and Hairball” just to name a few.

Walker and Meredith found them hilarious, Jo and Alex… not so much.

A few minutes later a nurse walks in, asking Alex if he needed anything while simultaneously checking his vitals when the little boy speaks up.

“Hi!” he chirps excitedly, a crooked grin on his face. He loved meeting new people, one of the few differences he shared from his parents, but they knew that was a good thing. Walker had always been sociable and practically made friends everywhere he went. The cashier at the grocery store, the workers at the receptionist’s desk, random people he passed on the street… little Karev was quite a people person.

“Hi there sweetie,” the woman in her mid-twenties coos, tucking a strand of strawberry blonde hair behind her ear as she bends down slightly to meet the little boy’s height. “I’m Andrea, what’s your name?” she asks.

“Walker!” the tiny brunette exclaims.

Andrea laughs, shaking her head a little bit at the adorable little boy, looking up to meet Alex’s eyes. “Your vitals are good Doctor Karev. Dr Bailey should be in soon to go have you sign your consent forms, but otherwise just sit here until then.”

Alex says his thanks as the nurse walks out the door, his son watching as the young girl leaves. Walker leans up unexpectedly, whispering loudly enough for the three adults in the room to hear.

“She had big boobies.” he giggles, clutching a hand over his mouth, trying to hide his large grin.

Jo’s face could only be described as scandalized, while Alex and Meredith burst into loud laughter, their sound filling up the room with the little boy’s giggles.

“Walker Alexander Karev!” oh you are so your father’s son.

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lord-explosion-baku · 5 years ago

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Yandere Warlock!Monoma x insecure witch!reader

Warnings: dark themes, yandere, suggestive themes, hinted dubcon scenario, light violence

A/N: THIS WAS RUSHED AS HECK. Like when I say that, the story just moves along really fast and I’m hhhh sorry about it. This is the first thing I’ve ever written for Monoma though! Fun stuff! Also ahhhh I’m not loving the way the reader reacts to how Monoma treats her. I’m so used to writing the reader with a hint of ANGERY BASTARD inside but I figured that if she’s insecure, and wack enough to fix a love potion for someone, this might be natural for someone like her?? Idk dood. I love magic and I am a newt.

“Tell me you love me…”

You’d spent so much of your time yearning for Neito Monoma, wondering if he’d ever give you the time of day. It was wild and unexpected of you to crush so hard for someone as arrogant as that warlock; usually types that constantly had to one up everybody irked the living hell out of you, especially since you were too modest by nature, too nervous to ever give yourself any credit when you’d excel, but Monoma paid you a few compliments here and there. He smiled at you during passing periods and even told you he liked the way you cast your spells. You thought that maybe he was this way with all the other witches, even so, he made you feel less obscure, visible to even a stronger caster such as him. You had no idea that he’d reciprocate your feelings, at least, until it was too late.

It was a simple potion, you couldn’t even call it a love potion. Sure, you may have added some reagents that had similar properties one would put in a love potion, but it wasn’t supposed to be for “love.” You just wanted to be more recognized by him. And woof, after you’d slipped that potion into his morning pumpkin juice, you were for sure recognized.

Things started out fine. You had stumbled upon Monoma in the school gardens, a place he rarely studied but it was one of your main haunts. He was sifting through flowers, making an eclectic bouquet full of different varieties of your flora friends. When he’d caught you staring at him, he gave you a bashful smile that nearly melted your heart.

“I was hoping this would be a surprise,” he said, tying a black ribbon around the bouquet that made the various colors of each petal pop out more. He held the bouquet out to to you and when you took it, his long warm fingers lingered of yours. Clear blue eyes scanned your face, lingering on your lips before you brought the bouquet to your nose to take in the sweetened aroma. “The prettiest flowers for the prettiest girl.”

After that, you spent so much more time with Monoma. He seemed pretty normal to you other than how often you caught him staring at you from across the classroom. He’d leave you cute little notes, if you could call them notes; honestly, they were a bit more like sonnets than anything, and he’d bring you nice gifts and pay you sweet compliments. He made you feel special. You had never known that someone who spent most of his time boasting about his power and shutting everyone else down had such a way with words! He was nearly the perfect boyfriend.

Until he started to get a little more creative with his gift giving. You’d find roses left on your pillow when you returned back to your dorm room after a hard day’s work. Warlocks weren’t permitted to enter the witch’s dorms but somehow Monoma figured out a way past certain enchantments. You thought it was cute that he was willing to break some rules for you. After you told him that you were interested in brewing a certain master level potion that required fairies blood, a super rare rageant that not even Aizawa, your potion’s professor, could get his hands on, Monoma came to you with a box full of four vials of fairies blood. That was a bit excessive. The potion only called for a tiny bit.

Monoma grew more violent towards other warlocks in your life as well. He’d hexed your best friend, Hanta Sero, giving him octopus arms after Sero carelessly threw his arm around your shoulders in the main hall, right in front of Monoma and sometime after Kaminari asked you what you saw in your new, probably too invested boyfriend, Kami’s lips were seen sewn shut for about four hours until a professor figured out how to reverse the curse. Kaminari never told you how it happened, but after everyone who was supposed to be your friend started avoiding you, you kinda figured you knew what was going on.

On top of everything else, he was advancing on your hardcore. You enjoyed the attention, in fact, you craved it, but you weren’t ready to go all the way with him and he was beginning to get really pushy. When you didn’t do whatever he wanted, he’d get frustrated, accusatory, he’d make you feel guilty about things you never did! Claiming that you weren’t faithful to him seemed like his favorite thing to do and the only way to get him to stop was for him to use a strange truth spell on you, one that you were always afraid would work so you’d tell him about the potion you slipped him, though the questions he asked never lead to that. Once he was satisfied with your answers, he’d litter your neck and body in hickeys, little bruising love marks to make sure that if you weren’t committed enough, everyone else knew that you belonged to him.

So you knew you had to confront him.

Walking up the steps of the astronomy tower, your shared secret spot with Monoma, the place you’d use to make out amongst other things without being caught by any school faculty, you gripped the note you’d written out for Monoma tightly in your trembling hands, trying to steady your breath. You knew what you’d done and you had to admit to Monoma that you were responsible for how he was acting. Aizawa always said that you shouldn’t mess around with love when it came to magic. You didn’t think you were when you’d made that potion, but deep down, you knew what you were going for. This was your stupid mistake and you had to right your wrongs. You shoved the note in your pocket and opened the astronomy room door.

Monoma was already there, standing by the extravagant telescope, tapping his foot impatiently. “You’re late,” he said, hands latching onto your hips immediately. “I was beginning to think that I was going to have to fetch you.”

Instantly, he yanked you close so your body pressed flush up against his, and he turned so your back was against the wall. His body felt… warmer than usual.

“I missed you,” he murmured, nuzzling into your neck. Almost instantly his tongue slid out and he licked a strip up your neck to your ear, making you shudder against him. “Don’t make me wait for you again, angel. I can’t stand not seeing you.”

He squeezed your hips before trailing a hand up to the edge of your shirt, thumb gently caressing the skin underneath. “How are you?” He asked, playfulling toying with the elasticity of your skirt.

“Um- I’m okay,” you stammered, catching his hand in yours that only made him smirk as he brought the back of your wrist to his lips.

“Just okay?” He lifted a brow, brushing his lips across your skin. “Better now that I’m here?” He closed his eyes and breathed you in. “Oh!...” you took in another long whiff. “You got a new perfume…”

He brought your arms to hang around his neck, keeping your gaze locked into his. You wondered if he could tell just how guilty you were just by looking at you. “Did my sweet girl have a bad day?”

“I’ve just been… a little stressed, is all.”

“Mmmm, I can tell,” he mused, “lucky for you, I know the perfect way of relieving tension.”

You bit your lip, dreading the blood that undoubtedly rushed to your face. Even if Monoma wasn’t all there, he still made your heart jump, especially when he got himself riled up.

“Sound nice?” He smirked, leaning closer back to your face. “I’ll be gentle. You know I only want to take care of you, right?”

“Neito,” you began, turning your head away from his cool, mint scented breath. “N-not right now…”

He scoffed. It was too easy to aggravate him and pissing him off was a dangerous game to play. He never… forced you to do anything you didn’t want to, but he was not above throwing fits. “Then why don’t you tell me what’s going on with you? Honestly Y/N, you’ve been acting strange for weeks, and if you don’t want me to show you just how much I love you, then you might as well come out and tell me who you’ve been fucking already.”

“Neito!” You shot him an incredulous look. “I haven’t been sleeping with anybody! You know I’m a-!”

“Who is it? You can tell me,” he cut over you, not bothering to hear you out. “You know I’ll always forgive you, but I want to know what filth has been tarnishing what’s mine.”

“Nobody, Neito! I’ve never had sex!”

“Was it Todoroki? I saw him talking to you after your Charms class.”

“He was lending me notes! I missed classes because I was with you!” Jesus, you hadn’t even seen Monoma after you had charms, he was like some kind of obsessive ninja.

“It better not have been that trash, Katsuki Bakugou! He’s been eyeing you since the moment he saw that you were with me. I bet he can’t stand seeing me have something that he doesn’t!”

“You’re not listening to me!” You cried, moving your hands from his back to gently cup his face. You watched as his eyes went from feral and angry to soft and loving as you drew your thumbs across his lips, trying to ease him back to his senses. “Neito, nobody’s been talking to me… even if they were, I’d let them know there’s only one guy for me. I… really liked you, Neito. I liked you enough that I did something very wrong and it has hurt you and for that, I’m sorry. ”

“Hurt me?” He didn’t understand.

“I spiked your drink with a love potion. I thought it would just make you notice me, but now everything is wrong!”

The pregnant pause between you and Monoma was nearly deafening. He lifted his hand to neatly place over yours, his body hot. His eyes searched yours, seeming to register what you were saying. But his eyes lied.

“Liked?” His hands tightened over yours. “As in past tense?”

“That’s not the point and not really what I meant-!”

“Oh, darling, don’t be cute with me right now. I’m thinking!”

You only realized how hard you were shaking when he pulled away from you to let you breathe. Monoma ran his fingers through his hair, messing up its usually neat style. He let out an exaggerated sigh and began to pace. You brought the note out of your pocket. If he couldn’t understand your words, maybe it’d make more sense to him if he’d read them?

You reached out for his shoulders, he tensed at your tender touch for a moment before relaxing against you. You hugged him from behind, burying your face into his back and held the note out in front of him. “Please read it,” you asked, muffled by his blazer.

Gingerly, he took the note out of your hand. He read it over; it basically said all that you had done, when you did it, and why you did it. You noticed his back growing damp and you only realize that you were crying when he turned to face you, with an unreadable expression.

Monoma’s thumb found your cheek and he wiped away an escapee tear you hadn’t intended to let him see. He sighed and watched your lips part, a natural, possible submissive instinct you’d picked up since you started dating the warlock. “I love you, Y/N,” he muttered, trailing his warm, now shaking fingers down to your chin. “I love you so much, it hurts.”

“I-I know.” You forced yourself to speak even though your skin was nearly vibrating from anxiety. “And-“ you gulped “-It’s all my fault. But I’m going to fix this, Neito. You won’t have to hurt… anymore.”

Monoma’s hand found your neck, his touch tentative and gentle at first until his fingers wrapped around you and he started to squeeze.

“You know?” He demanded, his face inching closer towards yours. “If you know how much pain I’m going through, then why the hell are you trying to push me away? Why don’t you ever say you love me back? Why is my angel lying to me?!”

“I’m not,” you squeaked back, pulling on his arm but that only encouraged him to back you up against the wall again.

“I’m going to make you tell me who’s making you say these things to me and then I’m going to have you watch as I strap them to a chair and set them on fire!”

“N-no, Neito,” you choked out as he began to raise you against the wall. The corner of your eyes started to blacken as you stared into the raging blue irises of the crazed blonde.

“I’ve done so much for you, Y/N, and I’ve asked so little in return!” He scoffed at the pathetic, reddened face you were making. You didn’t think you could hold on much longer. “Tell me who it is, Y/N. Tell me who it is or I swear I’ll kill every last warlock, hell, every last caster in this whole goddamn school!”

“Aizawa!” You cried out, noting the shifting black figure across the tower windows.

Monoma blinked, registering who you had named. He was silent for a moment, not noticing the older warlock muttering an incantation behind him.

“Filthy slut,” Monoma finally seethed. “You like older men, then? I bet he gets a kick out of that, taking advantage of something so pure-“ he dropped you to the floor “-so fragile.”

Tears were streaming down your face. You couldn’t manage to look at him and didn’t dare look at Aizawa while he was preparing a spell without Monoma noticing.

“I bet you call him daddy before he makes you choke on his cock, huh?” Monoma grabbed a fistful of your hair, forcing you to look up at him. “Once I rid the world of him, I’ll make you do everything you've done to him to me. I’ll be your daddy then, and you’ll be my dirty. little. princess.” He laughed dryly, yanking your head closer to his crotch. “But why wait until then when I have my pretty angel on her knees all ready for me?”

“That won’t be happening.” Aizawa’s low voice sounded across the room. Before Monoma could even turn, Aizawa muttered something in Latin and your boyfriend’s arms were magically bound together and he fell to his knees beside you.

You grabbed Monoma before he could topple over onto the floor, hugging him tightly, whispering ‘I’m sorry’s’ over and over again. Monoma looked at you incredulously before thrashing around in your embrace as Aizawa approached the two of you.

“Obsessive and violent behavior, attempted assault on a student,” Aizawa sighed. “This is exactly why you don’t screw around with love magic, little witch.”

You wiped at your wet face, looking up to your teacher. “You knew?”

“Of course I did.”

“Then why,” you sniffed, looking apologetically bac to Monoma leering next to you, “why didn’t you do something sooner?”

“We have to from our mistakes by facing the consequences,” he said as if your situation were so simple. A potion vial appeared in his hand. “Now it's time to take care of your mistake. Step back.”

You looked to Monoma who had his lip curled up at your teacher. His eyes flicked to you. “Don’t you dare.”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered before scooching away from the writhing warlock.

“Stay away from me!” Monoma snarled at Aizawa as he got a bit closer.

“You need to drink this,” Aizawa said to him, “it’s going to cure you of your ailments.”

“Lying pig!” Monoma all but screeched at your teacher. It burned you to see him this way. This was all your fault, all your fault. “You just want her for yourself!”

Monoma’s eyes once again found yours as he pleaded, “angel don’t do this to me. You love me right? I love you… tell me you love me baby, just this once— KEEP YOUR HOBO HANDS OFF OF ME!”

Monoma kicked his legs up, nearly knocking the vial out of Aizawa’s hands. Your teacher sighed, “at this rate, it might be better to just knock him out.”

“I dare you to try,” the blonde growled.

“Neito, please,” you silently begged, “this is only going to help you.”

Monoma answered you with feral noises, he was practical foaming at the mouth, being over dramatic and kicking himself away from his threat, even while Aizawa backed off and waited for your go ahead.

“If you do this for me-“ you inhaled, heart beating rapidly against your chest “-I’ll do anything and everything you want.” Though, you were sure that after this, Monoma would want nothing to do with you. “I promise you, Neito, anything.”

Monoma scowled at you. “You promise?” He asked. “Anything?”

Another tear fell to your cheek. You nodded.

He finally let up. He stopped his squirming and Aizawa could finally get close to him. Monoma didn’t fail to warn Aizawa that he was going to “be the end of him,” before Aizawa popped the vial into his mouth, and Monoma drained it dry, all while keeping his glare on you.

Minutes passed. You stayed on the floor, allowing silent tears to roll off your face while Aizawa stood cross armed, watching the motionless Monoma intently. Finally, Monoma groaned, squeezing his eyes shut.

“How are you feeling?” Inquired Aizawa.

“I…” Monoma winced. “My head feels like it’s splitting in half…”

“That’s to be expected.”

Guilt hung on your shoulders. Still, you managed to reach out to Monoma’s legs. His eyes opened, he looked right at you, then down to the floor, crossing his legs closer in to himself.

“You should probably go,” Aizawa said to you.

You never wanted this. You never wanted Monoma to be hurt, never wanted him to be obsessive or possessive, never wanted to feel how did you now. You just wanted him to recognize you so you did something vile to him and now you had to live with your guilt and your shame. Now you had to live with Monoma hating you. And you carried your guilt all the way home, using it to cry yourself to sleep.

You didn’t go to school the next day. You would have to face your problems sooner or later but after the night you had, you couldn’t face Monoma or Aizawa or anybody else who would without a doubt know about the heinous act you pulled.

You went into town, trying your hardest to forget about who you were, but whenever you saw a couple holding hands or simply exchanging glances, your heart stung. You managed to split Monoma’s head in half while you simultaneously ripped your heart to shreds. It was what you deserved.

Your legs felt heavy as you crawled into bed. You hardly had enough energy to kick your sheets over your body. You thought you just about drained yourself of all of your tears, but when your head hit the pillow, they came rushing back to you. You could only hide for so long. You were going to have to go to school tomorrow.

Sleep crept its way into your bedroom all the while another force snuck its way in. You were busy having a dream of being forced into a cauldron, when a heavy weight was pushed onto your torso. Your eyes snapped open and you found yourself face to face with Neito Monoma.

“I didn’t mean to wake you,” he said, a sickly sweet smile crawling across his face. “You were so still, so… perfect… Did you know you talk when you sleep?”

“Monom-!” Before you could get his full name out, Monoma’s lips locked into yours. He moaned as he kissed you, fingers wrapping around your wrists and bringing them up above your head. He took your breath away, but it wasn’t all that uninvited. You had missed him.

He pulled away, sighing as he took in your flustered physique. His body pressed down harder on you and you were finding your breathing to be a bit strained. He was crushing you.

“I waited for you today,” he mused, peppering kisses down your collarbone. “It seems I’m always waiting for you…”

“What… are you doing here?”

“I’m hurt you even have to ask,” he chuckled sarcastically. “Don’t you remember the promise you made me before making me drink that poison?”

You promised him you’d do anything he wanted. “But the potion was supposed to change you back…”

“It didn’t work,” he said thoughtlessly while his hand slid down to palm you breast.

“W-wait!” You grasped his hand but his merely pushed your arm back down, pulling his knees up to hold your sides tightly.

He glowered down at you. “What I mean to say is, the first potion you slipped me didn’t work.” He smirked. “Do you think that I’m so much of a fool that I couldn’t tell that a drink of mine had been spiked? I was insulted at first, of course, but your actions did give me incentive to pursue you. I’ve always had these feelings for my little angel, and soon, you will too.”

In one swift motion, Monoma held both of your hands back with one of his, while the other pressed glass against your lips. Cold liquid was forced down your throat. Panicking, you swallowed, making Monoma grin and coo, “good girl.”

You coughed when he pulled the vial away from you. He hushed you and kissed your forehead. “Things will be better this way,” he whispered as your body began to shake. “You’ll see me just as I see you. We just have to wait a few minutes.”

Your head spun and it felt like your body was sinking into your bed. Your mind was clouding over and there was nothing you could do about Monoma’s wet, hot, hungry kisses across your body. But in a matter of minutes, just like he said, it wasn’t of any negative concern. Your head, along with your heart, was changing.

“Neito,” you sighed his name and leaned up against your bed.

Monoma placed a tender kiss on your stomach before looking up at you with the most dazzling and brilliant blue eyes. You lifted your hand out to him and he wove his fingers through yours.

“Is my angel ready to make good on her promise?” He asked. You nodded and he grinned, crawling up your bed to level his head with yours. “Then let’s start with one simple request,” he said before brushing his lips against yours.

“Tell me you love me.”

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thalassodromid · 4 years ago

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The Chadification of Juan Luis Vives

My eminent colleague @period-dramallama asked me to make a post compiling all of the wack stuff in Tim Darcy Ellis' critically-acclaimed novel The Secret Diaries of Juan Luis Vives, so here it is!

(CW: Mentions of abuse, anti-Semitism, and miscarriages)

- The novel's premise is that Vives navigates the Henrician court while trying to hide the fact that he's a religious Jewish man. There's a big problem with that: while Vives came from a family of Jewish conversos (members of which were killed by the Inquisition after being accused of secretly practicing Judaism), there's no evidence that he identified as Jewish or practiced Judaism himself. Moreover, his treatise De veritate fidei Christianae partly consists of a refutation of Judaism. I get the narrative appeal of the premise, but turning an anti-Semitic historical figure into a champion for — let alone a practitioner of — Judaism doesn't feel right to me.

- Vives' wife Margarita Valdaura and her family are similarly portrayed as practicing Jewish people. According to Carlos G. Noreña, Margarita's brother Gabriel probably entered the service of the Church, so I don't think that's very likely.

- Vives bears little resemblance to his historical counterpart in terms of personality. He is much more outgoing, light-hearted, and emotionally resilient than the historical Vives, who was withdrawn, humorless, and suffered from poor mental health all his life. I can't see this Vives crumbling under the pressure of collaborating with Erasmus as he did in real life, for instance.

- Ellis' Vives rivals Mantel's Cromwell in terms of what a babe magnet he is. Margarita Valdaura, Meg More, the Boleyn sisters, Honor Grenville, some minor female characters — all of them express a desire to hop on his dick at some point in the book.

- Special attention goes to Honor Grenville, who shows up at a banquet Vives is attending, gropes his crotch, and is never seen again.

- Vives shows as much interest in the ladies as they do in him. He flirts with several women, constantly ogles at their boobs (especially Meg's), and has a healthy sexual relationship with Margarita once they marry. Contrast this with the real Vives, who thought flirting was immoral, hated sex, and probably had a sexless marriage.

- On the topic of Vives and sex, Vives recalls that he got a girl pregnant when he was a student at the College of Montaigu. Between this book and John Cunningham's Erasmus' Reformation, I don't know why writers are so desperate to make Renaissance humanists have sex with Parisian women.

- He also recalls that he met the Boleyn sisters at Claude of France's court. Anne sat in his lap and played with his beard, and Mary called him "the biggest smidgeon of Spanishness." Blegh.

- Vives' chadification is reflected in the novel's promotional art: compare the earliest known depiction of Vives to this drawing on Ellis' blog. Ngl, I wheezed with laughter when I first saw the latter.

- I can only remember Erasmus being mentioned a handful of times — each time in reference to Meg's translation of his Precatio Dominica or being Vives' friend (lmao).

- Thomas More swears way too much in this book. Obviously, the historical More was extremely vulgar in Responsio ad Lutherum, but I don't see evidence that he was especially so in casual conversation. Here, it seems like he swears every other line, and not very cleverly or creatively either.

- At one point, More undresses in front of Vives for no discernible reason. I guess Ellis just had to make Vives see the hair-shirt somehow (???).

- Anne Boleyn is so blatantly evil that it's actually kind of funny. For example, she tries to poison Catherine of Aragon by literally shoving a cup of poison under her nose.

- William Roper is written as a complete monster. He's controlling and physically abusive to Meg and tries to get Vives killed for sleeping next to her to comfort her after she suffers a miscarriage. Most unrealistically, however, is that Roper also has Thomas More under his thumb: if More kicks him out for his behavior, he'll tell Henry VIII that More's been talking shit about the Boleyns. I think the absurdity of all that speaks for itself. Also, I absolutely hate the trend of historical fiction authors writing people as abusive/sexually violent as a quick-n'-easy way to make them unsympathetic when there's no evidence that they were in real life. It's lazy writing.

- I think I should also mention that Roper has spies in this universe, which he uses to keep an eye on Vives. I don't know, man.

- Lastly, I love how the novel ends in 1529 with Vives and Margarita living happily ever after in Bruges because the last decade of Vives' life (1530 - 1540) was absolutely miserable, with him struggling financially and his health (both physical and mental) deteriorating.

EDIT: I can't believe I forgot to include this bit (I must've blocked it from my memory):

- Catherine of Aragon confides in Vives that she and Arthur did indeed have sex, and that she became pregnant with his baby. However, after Arthur's death, Henry VII sent men to attack her and force her to miscarry. Henry did this because he intended to marry her himself and wanted her to give birth to his sons and no one else's. I have nothing to say.

#juan luis vives #the secret diaries of juan luis vives #i hope this met your expectations!#i'm probably forgetting a couple things but i think i got most of it covered #EDIT: i forgot one BIG thing.

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cutiepisenpai · 4 years ago

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Lose you(Spencer Reid x F!Reader)

While on a case of missing preteen girls.

What will the BAU team do when one of there own is taken hostage.

*Disclaimer*

I have not written creatively in years just had an idea and decided to go with it. I do not know if any of this is accurate medically or physically but I was having fun and didn't fact check. Hope you enjoy.

*Warnings*

Includes: violence, kidnapping, implied sexual assault, pregnancy, miscarriage, torture, angst with a happy ending.

Garcia has an incoming call from Y/N.

"Hello gorgeous, what can I do for you? "

The sound she is met with is not the sing song voice of her friend, but the sound of screeching tires, scraping metal, a loud roar, followed by a louder boom. The sound causes Garcia to freeze in fear.

"Y/N?!!", Garcia yells. "Y/N?!, JJ?!"

Garcia picks up her other phone to call Hotch.

"Hotch, you need to get to Y/N and JJ I think there were in an accident, I'm sending you there coordinates now. Hurry!"

***

Before the call to Garcia placed.

"Don't you two want kids?", JJ asked. Y/N and JJ were heading back to the precinct after going to question a potential witness to find the unsub. All the while JJ felt that now was the time to question Y/N and Reid's baby plans.

"Of course we do JJ, we're not trying, but we're not not trying ya know." Y/N says a little exasperated."I took a test a few weeks ago because I thought maybe and it was negative, but I don't want to bring it up to Spence and get his hopes up until I know for sure."

Before JJ can respond Y/N sees a large truck heading straight at them. She makes a split second decision, she prompts siri to call Garcia at the same time she puts an arm out in from off JJ slams on the breaks and swerves. She's hears the sound of screeching tires, scraping metal, a loud roar, followed by a louder boom and everything goes dark.

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When the rest of the team arrives in the scene shocked isn't even a word that can describe what there are taking in. From first looks they can't imagine how anyone would have survived in the SUV. The first thing they notice is the entire back end is gone, crushed and pulverized. The second thing they notice is the other vehicle is no where to be found, but there are a 2 sets of tire tracks one coming and the other going. When they see the front end they only see JJ in the car she is unconscious and bleeding. They get the medic over to look at her. While they take care of JJ the team is now on the hunt for Y/N. There is no sign that she could have been ejected from the SUV. They do notice the obvious blood on the drivers side and on the ground just outside the drivers side door they find Y/N's weapon and credentials. They come to the conclusion that she was taken by the unsub but for what the dont know.

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Y/N wakes up with a pounding in her head and soreness all over. When she opens her eyes the first thing she notices is that she is in a cage and she tries to recall what happened. She remembers the headlights heading straight at them, she prays JJ is alright. As the begins to look around she notices the lights, she can see but it's dim. As everything comes into focus she notices the girls. The missing girls, 4 in total in individual cages on either side of her. Y/N clears her throat, "are you all okay?" The girls nod hesitantly."Why does he want you all here?" No one wants to answer her and they are avoiding eye contact. Y/N takes a deep breath, "I know it's difficult, but I need to know so I can help us all get out of here." One girl finally speaks up, "He elotrocutes us until we beg him to touch us." Sexual Sadist of course.

***

Back at the precinct the team is trying to figure out where the unsub would having taken Y/N and keep Reid focused on finding you instead of worrying. Looking at all the photos they failed to realize earlier that although not a preteen Y/N fit the same description of the missing girls. (Long dark brown hair, blue eyes, she is short and petite.) Reid is working on a geographic profile, but being in a rural area it can only help so much. The tension in the air is thick and everyone is on edge. Reid is mumbling to himself, " How could he have let this happen? Why didn't he go with you instead of JJ?" Hotch can see Reid breaking under the pressure and goes over to reassure him, " We're going to find her, but you need to be ontop of your game to do so."

Reid rubbing the back of his neck in exhaustion, "I just need her back."

With everyone now working together to narrow down the area, Reid is met with a memory from years past when Y/N first joined the BAU. (While working on a previous abduction case Y/N had mentioned if anyone in the team was to ever go missing she was the best option. Reid did not like when she said it, the thought of her missing made him sick to his stomach. Until she explained that because her dad was a retired FBI agent he was paranoid when she was young and had a GPS chip implanted into a ring she is never without, sitting on her right forefinger.) At the time Reid still hated the thought but now he knows how to find you. He calls Garcia to get your location and the team is on there way to you.

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Y/N is trying to keep the girls calm letting them know help will be on there way soon. She has faith Reid will remember,sooner than later she hopes. It has been relatively quiet but Y/N hears footsteps approaching. As the unsub approaches he goes to grab one of the girls out of the cage. This prompts Y/N to jump into action immediately antagonizing the man. "So this is how weak you are?" She sneers, "Preying on young girls because a grown woman would never want you, would never give into you?" Y/N comments send the man into a rage. "Shut up you stupid Bitch, you'll get what's coming to you soon enough. Y/N knows that now that she has his attention she needs to keep it. "As if I could ever be afraid of you, you're pathetic, bet you can't even get it up!" Goal achieved, the man is moving away from the girl and over the front of the cage Y/N is in. "I'll show you just what I'm capable of!" He yells, before pushing a button causing an electric current to run through the cage incapacitating Y/N. While she in unable to move the unsub ties her hands together and lifts her onto a hook dangling from the ceiling. Lastly he ties her feet together and fastening the tie to the floor. While in her suspended state the unsub now takes the time to mock her. "Not so mouthy now. Are you ready to comply?" Y/N huffy, "is that the best you got? I've heard worse from 12 year old kids playing video games." The man now visibly upset pulls out a rod rigged to administer electric shocks. He takes a swing and when it connects Y/N shouts in pain. "How was that?",the man sneers " Do you want me to end your suffering? All you have to do is beg?" Y/N with her chest heaving, let's out a laugh " Seriously, like I said before is this your best? You're weak, pathetic, repulsive. I wouldn't beg you to kill me, let alone to lay a filthy finger on me." This earns her another wack as she continues to insult and demean him. And the process goes on.

***

The team arrives at the unsub's home and begins breaking down doors and searching. Hotch and Reid reach the unsub first. Reids eyes immediately going to Y/N's limp body dangling, as Hotch places the unsub under arrest. Reid runs over to pull her down but she is unresponsive and doesn't appear to be breathing. Reid is performing chest compressions while calling for a medic. After successfully finding a pulse the medics get her on a gurney and entire the ambulance. Reid insisting on riding along.

***

A few hours later the entire team minus JJ, unconscious but stable in her own room, are waiting to here from the Doctor. When the Dr. walks in he looks at both Hotch and Reid suggesting that since Hotch is the Unit Chief and Reid and Y/N are married they speak privately. Reid assures the Dr. that they all all family and its ok to speak freely in front of them. "She is currently stable, we needed to revive her twice. She has bruising on her arms, chest, and abdomen from the air bag. Also marks from the electric rod used. Her right forearm has some fractures and many cuts that will heal over time." The Dr pauses and looks to Reid with a questioning look. "Are you sure its ok to discuss everything here?" When Reid nods, the Dr ask if Y/N or himself was aware that she was pregnant. Reids says that he was unaware and questions the Dr's referring to her as having been pregnant but not still. The Dr explains that because of the impact of the air bag and the torture, Y/N had miscarried. Reid put that to the back of his mind for now, he'll deal with it later. Reid asks when can they see Y/N. This leads the Dr into explaining that although she is stable she in unresponsive and that at this time they don't know if or when she would wake up. This news causes me tension to run high, as if all the air had been sucked from their lungs. The Dr says for now only one person can go in. They all of course know it will be Reid and tell him they'll be back in the morning to check in.

***

After JJ regained consciousness and Y/N still unresponsive, the team returned home minus Reid and Y/N who was transferred to James Madison Hospital to be closer to home. Reid barely left her beside at the Hospital only going home to shower and change and only if another team member stayed with her. He didn't want her to be alone in case she woke up. A week and a half after the initial incident the entire team comes to visit. They're trying to keep Reid's hopes up. It's quiet everyone still proccessing what happened themselves. Reid breaks the silence with an almost sob, "I don't know what I'm going to do without her." His statement confuses everyone, not sure if there was more news he hadn't shared, until he continues. "If she never wakes up, what am I going to do?" Morgan comes over the rest a reassuring hand on Reid's shoulder, "She's a fighter, she never gives up. Not on anyone. So don't give up on her. She'll pull through."

***

2 weeks after the initial incident the team is just getting back into town from a case. Spencer stayed behind offering support over the phone but still not leaving the hospital. The team shows up obviously exhausted just getting back from a case and short two people. They come in and find some seats. Reid is sitting next to Y/N with his hand wrapped around hers. And they begin to tell there favorite stories about Y/N. After the rest of the team tells there stories they all looks at Spencer expectedly. He has too many great stories but his favorite is the day they met. Many years before when Reid was in the FBI academy on sunny Saturday afternoon, here he was sitting in a bookstore in Georgetown when a beautiful girl approached him. She looked nervous before she spoke and asked if she could ask a favor of him. Sweet Spencer Reid of course he would want to help. There was a book she had been searching for and had asked the employees so many times earlier when she couldn't find it she didn't want to bother them again. She had eventually found the book not only in the wrong section but too high up for her to reach. Spencer happily grabbed the book from the high shelf to hand to her. Her face light up like a Christmas tree to his kind gesture and she offered to buy him coffee to repay him for the good dead. He declined saying it wasn't necessary for her to repay him but he would like to get coffee with her. As he is telling the story it was the first time in 2 weeks the team had seen him smile. It uplifted all of their spirits. Now making jokes, laughing and crying from laughing so hard. Amongst the commotion, none of them realized Y/N eyes were open and she was now looking around confused. It wasn't until she spoke that it became dead silent, "I'm not dead right? The afterlife cannot be this loud?" More of a comment than a question this caused everyone other than Reid to break out in more laughter. Reid with tears in his eyes was so overcome with joy he couldn't do anything except embrace her. "I thought I was going to lose you." He whispered in her ear. Y/N chuckled and she ran a hand through his hair, " Lose me? And where would I go without you."

#spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #bau x reader #spencer reid #aaron hotchner #derek morgan #jennifer jareau #reader insert #female reader #penelope Garcia

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of-muppets-and-men · 5 years ago

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Penumbra

Just an Ichiruki canon divergent type story I’m taking a crack at.

This takes place a few years after the Quincy war.

Chapter One: Waning

Winter in the Seireitei was arguably even more frigid than it was in the real world. The chilling air seeping into every crack and crevice, freezing the citizens to the bone. Lower districts suffered the most, its poor residents struggling to keep warm. Huddling together like penguins to stave off frostbite and lost toes. And years of enduring it as a boy left a bad taste in one Renji Abarai’s mouth.

The restless lieutenant walked silently through the upper echelons of the Seireitei, Zabimaru tout by his side. His stride long and somber as he moved through the fortunate streets. The posh smiles of other souls sickening him to some degree. Their whisperings and hushed voices undoubtedly about him. The lieutenant adjusted his heavy cloak so he could avoid meeting their gaze. Renji had been to and seen hell, while these people hid and scattered like roaches. But he would ultimately pay their judgement no mind. After all, he had a more pressing concern; like finding his fiancee.

At long last, the shinigami reached his destination: The Shihouin estate.

Its gates opened before him, grandiose as always. A slew of servants filed out, forming symmetrically at the edge of the path. The respectfully bowed toward him, a Noble formality he'd come to hate. The head servant, a woman who’s name he hadn’t bothered to remember, guided him inside to meet her mistress. Renji followed the diminutive woman inside to a decadent living room where an old friend sat lazily.

“Mistress, you have a guest.” the servant spoke.

Yoruichi looked up to see who had interrupted her midday snacking, only to see Renji give off his familiar scowl. The reinstated head of the Shihouin clan fired back with a coy smile, then continued to nibble on a pocky stick.

With a wave of her hand, the attendant left the room, leaving Renji and her alone.

“Well? What are you waiting for? Sit.” Yoruichi coaxed “You are my guest, no?”

With a heavy sigh, Renji waltzed over, propping his zanpakuto against an adjacent pillar. He removed his thick cloak, laying it beside him as he made himself comfortable. Yoruichi’s sofa was soft, almost too soft as he felt his body sink into the cushions. In an attempt to start the conversation, Yoruichi pointed the open pocky box in Renji’s direction.

“Want one?” She asked with a purr.

“Where is Rukia?” Renji barked.

“Wow, straight to the point. Oh well, more for me.”

“Yoruichi…”

The Lieutenant eyes spoke volumes. He clearly wasn't in the mood for games. The Shihouin head rolled her eyes at his seriousness, laying her beloved snack on a nearby table. She refined her posture, crossed one leg over the other as she often did and spoke truthfully.

“I haven’t seen her in weeks, Renji. No one has.” Yoruichi answered his looming question.

Renji then slouched down, angrily muttering profanities to himself. Anyone could see he was distraught; he’d proposed to Rukia a mere 3 months ago. Now she just drops off the face of the Soul Society without telling anyone. Not Byakuya or any of the other captains, Not Kisuke or Yoruichi, and certainly not him. His only clue was a note reading 'don't look for me'. It was mind-numbingly frustrating to say the least.

Renji was so deep in thought, he hadn’t noticed Yoruichi scoot beside him. The forlorn Shinigami only broke his trance when she put her hand on his shoulder.

“Renji, I’m sure she’s fine.”

“But what if she’s been kidnapped?! What if she needs my help and I’m just sitting on my ass doing nothing?!”

“Renji… You, Rukia and Ichigo have faced down every person that has threatened the Soul Society. There’s no one left strong enough to even pose a challenge. Yhwach is gone. The Wandenreich are gone. So stop fussing over her safety. Rukia probably just needs some time for herself. And.. if that’s the case, she‘ll come back.”

The Shihouin Head’s words just barely set him at ease. With a quick jolt, he rose from his seat, fists clenched tight. The worry on his face or his heart hadn’t diminished as much as she had wanted. Slightly defeated, he made his way for the gate.

“Sorry but I can’t stay. It was good to see you, Lady Shihouin.”

An obvious and poor attempt to jab at her. At least he was trying.

“Have you talked to Ichigo yet?” Yoruichi asked curiously.

“No, but I’m headed to Karakura next.”

“Okay… stay safe.”

A nod was all she got in response. She walked him out; all the while surrounded by her entourage of servants and attendants. The lot of them bowed diligently as the lieutenant wearily made his way off the estate. As the old friends waved each other off, the gates cut off their view of one another.

Her many servants dispersed, leaving her to saunter back to enjoy the rest of her snacks. Before she could even take off her sandals however, a voice came from beyond the foyer.

“Is he gone?” the diminutive voice asked.

“Yes. He is.” Yoruichi responded.

“Good.”

The owner of the little voice traipsed out of the darkness. Illuminated by the light of the afternoon, a very nervous and also very pregnant Rukia met eyes with her confidant. A disappointed Yoruichi crossed her arms at the expecting mother. Rukia smiled timidly only to wince in pain, grabbing hold of her ever-growing baby bump. The Flash goddess was by her friend’s side in the blink of an eye, fearing the worst.

"Are you okay?" Yoruichi frantically asked, helping Rukia maintain her balance.

“Yoruichi, stop. I’m fine… really. She just kicked.” Rukia explained, trying to calm her old friend.

“Wait. She?” She exclaimed in bewilderment.

“Mhmmm. Isane said it was a girl. Here, Wanna feel?”

Rukia calmly guided her friend’s hand to the spot her little one had made herself known. Yoruichi pressed her palm gently over Rukia’s stomach; to feel a tiny foot press back. The moment was precious, the both of them nearly began to cry. Using what strength they had, they forced it into a teary eyed chuckle instead.

“Alright, no more fooling around. You should be resting Okaa-chan.” Yoruichi chided.

Rukia chucked, rolling her eyes as they walked back to the guest room she’d been secretly staying in. But the manner of Renji’s visit had both of them troubled. Renji did love her enough to go looking for her, but how long until Ichigo came looking as well? He was Ichigo after all. Nothing on heaven and earth could stop him once he was invested in something. As Rukia pondered, Yoruichi had some questions of her own.

“Do you plan on telling Ichigo about his child?” She asked, her voice solemn and rigid.

Rukia looked up into her friend’s golden eyes “I don’t know if I can…”

“Well, one of these days, you’re not gonna have a choice.” Yoruichi once again lectured.

“I kno-”

“Do you? Rukia, I’ve lied to everyone I could for you. Hidden you away from your family, friends and your fiance. All so you could keep Ichigo’s child. Do you really understand the ramifications of what you’re doing.”

Caught in her frustration, Yoruichi hadn’t realized Rukia had become to cry. Tears streamed from the expectant mother’s eyes as she slumped to her knees. She buried her swelling eyes into her palms. The petite woman continually wiped at her cheeks, only for more tears to take their place. Knowing she’d said too much too soon, Yoruichi comforted her as best she could.

“Rukia, I’m sorry. That was exce-”

“No… you’re right. You’re absolutely right. I’ve asked so much of you. All for the sake of my child that I'm not even sure I'll get to see grow up. Yet I can't bring myself to get rid of it because it’s the only proof I have that he loved me.”

The small woman continued to bawl in the middle of the hallway, the noise of her sobs echoing off the walls. The deafening silence of the manor made Rukia’s sobs even more poignant. Yoruichi had fully embraced her by this point, stroking her hair to help calm her. Rukia’s relationship with Kurosaki had always raised Yoruichi’s attention, but she never would’ve guessed how far they went. That this whole fiasco was a sign; a sign Rukia was still hopelessly in love with Ichigo. Even though her child would likely never know her parents, Rukia had every intention of bringing her to term. A resolve Yoruichi would have to match.

“Okay. As your friend, I will help you through this. No matter what. But I do have one last question. Why haven’t called off your engagement? Or talked to Byakuya?”

“Because I’d be disowned. What future would my daughter have then?”

“Ichigo would take you in. I’m sure he would.”

“I’m not so sure. We haven’t spoken since… well, y’know. And if I suddenly went back with our child my arms. There’s no telling how he would react. Not to mention his engagement...”

Rukia had been plagued by uncertainty ever since Isane did her ultrasound. Every question her mind created led to more stress. Stress that threatened both her daughter and her. So Rukia had stopped thinking about it altogether. And it showed.

The elder shinigami doled out a heavy sigh, unsure of what to be more baffled by; that fact she willingly let herself get caught in this debacle or Rukia’s surprising lack of a plan. Well she’d already come this far with Rukia, she would have to see it through to the end.

“Oh dear, what did I do to deserve this.”

(Repost cuz Tumblr is wack)

#bleach #ichiruki #rukia x ichigo #ichigo x rukia #ichigo kurosaki #rukia kuchiki #yoruichi shihouin #renji abarai #Penumbra #pro ichiruki

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naturaldisasterfanfiction · 4 years ago

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27. Part 2

My heart is literally hurting for him, I don’t want that for him. I don’t even want him to feel like that, that was never my intention, I am shocked “Chris!” dragging open the door “please don’t make me chase you when you know I can’t” watching him walk off “I will be back” he turned off, he is going upstairs and I can’t even do this. Like now I need to pee again, looking on in sadness at my husband feeling like that “what is wrong?” my mom asked as she walked towards me “Dennis is waiting for you, he told me to come and get you” I sighed out “I need to pee again but Chris is upset, he feels like I left him out when I was doing the meeting. I know he clings to me, but I didn’t mean to do that without him, it happened so quickly that I had to just do it. He is feeling a little lonely mom and I kind of knew that this would happen, and I do know he clings to me, I am not blind to it, but he is sad. Also he has brushed off the situation with his mom because the way he said I don’t belong here or Cali when he does belong here, that is my husband” that has really made me sad now “you think he needs a friend here? Maybe someone he can hang with?” shaking my head “his friends are not good; he needs to make new friends. Like I will do this but once this baby is here, we are settled I can do all this for him. He is so sensitive about a lot of things which nobody would think it but he is, I feel for him and I can imagine how feels about his family not bothering, they haven’t said it to him yet, they haven’t even said congratulations, they are not happy with him. I want to sort his life out but right now I can’t, I can only do the bits I can. It’s really made me sad, like he thinks his last name doesn’t mean anything, but it does” he will come back to me eventually, I can’t be chasing him like I do “oh dear Robyn, you know him. Just make sure you keep him close, he’s new. Imagine you being where he lives with just his friends and we didn’t bother with you?” my mom said and she is right “I would hate it and I do cling to Chris even if it’s a few hours with them” he’s feeling it, I just need to talk to him because I am always here for him.

Chris did come down, with the pink polo like I requested but his sad face is pulling at heart “I told you I would be back down” waving him over “come here, my mom and Dennis have gone to get something, they will be back. Don’t ever say that your last name means nothing, it does to me. I am so happy to be your wife and our daughter will be so proud that she is a Brown, I would never want you to change who you are or your name. Don’t say those things, I am sorry I didn’t wait for you. I see it, and I see how much time we spend together. The only time we are apart is when you go and hang with Dennis, I love you so much. I am so proud with the fact you came here for me, I didn’t expect it from you because I know you like your friends” Chris nodded his head “it’s like I don’t belong either way, Mijo was being nice but when he said which do I prefer. I just realised I don’t belong; I am just there. It’s like Rihanna, a long pause and Chris. Like I know if that was Drake you both would flourish together because he is liked, I mean me. I get shit because I guess I did all that shit, you would have his family, he would have all yours. Life would be easy; he would have you in Canada. I just see it, you know. I have nothing to give you, you have nothing to gain from me because you see the team behind me, I have nobody behind me. Ant is probably there; I will get over it. I just will come out of this but it’s wack Robyn, you know this. You carry yourself and I am dead weight because nobody fucking likes me!” he shouted loudly, he just made himself so angry “don’t you bother” I know he wants to start breaking things or punch something he is angry “hey, Chris. Come on” holding his arm and standing in front of him “look at me” placing my hands over his balled up fists “let yourself go, don’t be angry. I get it Chris, I do. Baby I get what you mean but you are so loved by me. You have me, you have something of your own that cares and loves you and wants all the best things. 6How happy Jen was to see you, there is people out there that do love you” I hate seeing him cry, I really do “come here” Chris rested his head on my shoulder as he sobbed out.

My poor husband is so sad, he is hurting really bad and I don’t like it. Watching Chris wipe his tears “I’m a real nigga” he’s back tracking now, he let his guard go “you’re not with me, you’re Christopher with me. I know things a lot for you, please don’t think I have forgotten about you or that I have now forgotten the fact you have such illness, I don’t. When you brushed off that your family is not being nice I knew you was covering it up. It hurts, it hurt me with my family when they were disapproving of you, so I can only imagine how it hurts you. I would do anything for you to make you feel better Chris, you can always tells me what I can do too? And honestly, you have been so needed here, you have been my rock. You have made this pregnancy the best and that is thanks to you, you know me. I would be miserable right now; you have been my rock. As much as you look to me, I look to you Chris and that is team work. We are so new to this marriage thing so it will take time, but I don’t want you to be hurting, not like that again anyways. I want you to tell me when you are feeling down Chris, I am happy you came to me. Because this would have bugged you, it would have added to your stress and you would have escalated into something else. But we will do this together, I have always said this and don’t ever think I am less then you, that is bullshit, we are equal. I’m going to help you Chris. Emotionally and mentally” Chris nodded his head “I don’t deserve you; I look weak as shit. I don’t actually care about them” meaning mugging Chris “stop it, you do care. You have the sweetest soul Chris” he smiled at me “I am super proud with how far you have come, like to come to me, to not think of drugs but me. Thank you” Chris put his head down smiling “I don’t want that, I want better but sometimes the unknown can be scary, but just don’t leave me out. Like I feel left out with a lot in life, I just need you” nodding my head “sorry” I apologised, I am so fucking proud of him he didn’t do anything stupid and he came to me.

My poor baby, watching him in awe makes me so happy. He really made me so happy, to see that change in him because if he didn’t come to me then it would be a mess, he would end up looking for something else to numb the pain “what are you both talking about?” I need to find out, my mom be saying a lot recently too “telling Chris he has me, as long as he doesn’t upset you he has me. But I don’t think he really will Rob. He loves you a lot. He has family, he got us all. Your mom is missing out on this, I have enjoyed watching you, judging you sometimes but to see you grow. And thank you for teaching me how to play pool” smiling at my mom “thank you, that means a lot. I didn’t think I would hear that from you” my mom has accepted Chris as her own, she feel awful about things, I think mostly how Joyce has been with him, she is a bitch “I don’t like how Joyce has been, not in this situation. You made my daughter an honest woman, you stepped up. What more could I do? I can’t hate that” Chris nodded his head, he put his head down “I ain’t crying but it gets to me, Robyn is my priority and she knows that. I am learning, we are learning. I can hopefully be perfect for her” shaking my head at Chris “you are perfect, so stop it” like if I wasn’t like this, I would suck his dick because he deserves it, but I would be sick.

Chris is my whole heart and I love him so much “so we are back to the cringey ones, you’re going to have to do it Chris because I know you hate it but they are the best. And I think this is the picture you should post for Christmas” Chris pulled a fact at Dennis, I know it’s cheesy but these are the best pictures of us “so just get on one knee and kiss her stomach” Chris laughed, this is very cheesy Robyn, you really want that” I nodded my head, look at us. We are in front of a Christmas tree together, it’s been so long. Please don’t get me emotional but I didn’t think we would be at this point so for me. Please” Chris nodded his head “for you” standing to the side “so Chris” Dennis rushed over “hands just here, on her bump. And Robyn, your hands just over his. And when I say it, you kiss her bump, but I really want you to post this. Show the sweeter side” Chris rolled his eyes “I prefer you like this, on your knees” Chris snorted laughing “since you been pregnant all I been doing is this, but I have enjoyed it. to be there for you” placing my hands over his “ok, Chris” my smile grew watching him kiss my bump, this is the sweetest thing to see. I feel so overwhelmed with emotions right now, never did I think I would be witnessing this.

Watching Dennis taking picture on his own, he is cute posing on his own “look to your left for me one more time” Dennis said as he took the picture “that is fine, Monica. You want to join Chris in front of the tree?” Dennis gestured; I wonder if my mom will “me? Oh I don’t look good; I have not dressed up either “you look good momma, come on” Chris waved her over “fine, this is just for fun now. Don’t post it anywhere” my mom be playing, she stood there with her red lipstick on all ready for a photoshoot. Chris crossed his arms across his chest and my mom pointed at him “you better continue to make my daughter butt better” I gasped “mom that sounds so bad” Chris laughed out walking off, my mom didn’t laugh but she thinks she said something ok “what is wrong with it?” Chris is screaming laughing before he hugged her laughing “but I am not joking” what is my mother like, she doesn’t realise how she said that shit, it was not good “don’t worry, I will keep doing that” Chris turned to us still laughing “don’t listen to her, she is playing innocent but she knows she said something stupid, she is so silly.

Looking down at Chris’ phone, Dennis is helping Chris pick picture to put on his page “this bump one, because it’s about you, like if we do just you and Robyn, you’re making it about Robyn too. It’s just intimate and it’s just you and the baby. And then this, I actually like it. The smile on your face and the hug, I just think it’s a nice touch. The thing is people know Robyn is there, but she is not showing face, it’s about you. Good vibes. You’re with your mother in law, so there is my take on it. I know Robyn will agree” Dennis is right I do “do as he says, he is right. Make it about you, it’s your page” Chris nodded his head “cool, I will just put happy holidays from mine to yours” watching Chris type it out as he said it out loud “and I will post the Rihanna and Chris exclusive on my page” Dennis said smiling “as you do, have fun with that. Better be cute with the caption too” rubbing my bump as I sat back on the chair “and you are putting up nothing?” Chris asked, shaking my head “I won’t be putting anything on there, let you both do it. So go on” I winked at Chris “A Fenty Holiday, how creepy is that saying it. But I wrote that. So is it time to log off social media now while they have meltdowns?” nodding my head “we don’t need to see the bullshit” that is for sure because they will have shit to say.

My mom went bed but I feel a little more alive tonight so I thought I would sit with the boys “see how we can’t talk about girls now, she is ruining the vibe” looking behind me, near breaking my neck trying to see Chris “excuse me, is this what you both speak on!? Is it because I got a poorly butt” Chris snorted laughing “oh my god, you can’t say that. Turn around before you hurt your neck, the TV is there” he touched my nose before I turned back around, that made me smile “I love this corner couch, the way I can snuggle into you. Reminds me of your couch in LA, that was so comfy. I did like it” I even fell asleep at his home “you know I have to go after the holidays, I need a break from you” Dennis pointed at me “oh be quiet. You’re staying with me, also I think Chris loves you more than me” which is true “he loves this white man” Dennis laughed as he drank his drink “we the same skin colour, we light skinned brothers” they cute, I like it “man, why did I know that bitch would be in Cali. She posted my momma and her, she put. Mother in law” I groaned out “Chris, I said no social media. Fuck her and let her throw it off. When this comes out they will be crying even more. She can keep her too, the mother in law” I do not like her at all.

#Chrianna #Chrianna FF #Chrianna Fanfiction #Fanfiction #Fanfic

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sweetness47 · 5 years ago

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Heartache

Pairing Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader

Warnings: none really, fluff, angst, amnesia, mention of argument, ABO stuff, pregnant reader

Her head was pounding as her eyes fluttered open, sunlight momentarily blinding her. Autumn leaves crunched beneath her body and hands as she struggled to sit up. That’s when she realized she was completely naked. What the hell? The pounding in her skull continued, crippling her, not allowing her to stand. It was unbearable.

She curled into a ball, fighting the waves of dizziness and nausea that plagued her. Trying to stand up had been a serious mistake. She gingerly lifted her head to look around, hoping she could find her clothing, or at least some clue as to why she was out here. But every movement brought more nausea.

She groaned, feeling gently with her hand to see what kind of damage had her so immobile. Her fingertips came across a large goose egg, sticky from blood, at the back of her head. What had happened, she couldn’t say, at this point she didn’t even know her name. Thinking hurt, moving hurt. If she didn’t get to help soon, she would probably die here.

“YN!” a voice echoed in the distance. She turned, wincing as dry heaves threatened her fragile state. If she could get their attention, maybe they could help. Assuming, of course, that whoever was out here wasn’t a deranged serial killer. The voice sounded worried though, like he was concerned for the woman he was looking for. So…maybe…

“Please! Help!” she managed to cry out, trying to stay as still as possible to avoid the retching again.

She heard movement and prayed it was the help she needed. Strong arms wrapped her in a blanket and picked her up with a gentleness that gave her hope.

“Easy YN, You’re going to be ok.”

She whimpered as she buried her face into this male, his scent calming her. He was a good person; she could feel it. Wait, did he call her YN? Was that her name?

“You know me?” she croaked. Her throat was dry and hoarse.

“Yeah baby, I know you.” He paused. “You don’t know me?”

She barely managed a shake of her head. “My head, I…”

The man walked faster. “It’s ok sweetheart, I’ll get you home. We’ll get you better.”

“Sam!” he growled as he came to a clearing. A few buildings close together, like a farm, greeted her eyes. Another man, she assumed it was Sam, ran out to greet them, followed by another woman and two more males.

“She needs water, food, and medical attention. She,” he paused, “she can’t remember who I am.”

Sam took YN into his arms. “It’s ok Dean. We got this.”

“Come inside and have something to eat Dean. You’ve been out all night. Pacing and worrying won’t help anything. Let Cas and Sam take a look at her.”

Dean looked over at the woman who’d spoken. “I know mom, but…”

“No buts, c’mon. I’m not taking no for an answer.”

Dean sighed. He’d given up arguing with his mother’s sound logic years ago. She wasn’t wrong. Worrying didn’t help anyone. All it did was create anxiety and stress. His mate was in good hands. He trusted Sam and Cas to help her.

Except, in this case, he was worried, his mind playing over scenes from two nights ago, when he and YN had come to blows over some stupid comment he’d made. Usually she didn’t get riled up that easily. His mate was a spitfire. It was one of the things he loved about her. Even as an omega, he admired her courage and tenacity when confronting something she didn’t like, or something that scared her. She stood her ground during pack meetings, and didn’t take shit from anyone. The pack admired her, and admired the Alpha for choosing such a strong mate.

He didn’t choose, it was more like soulmate bonding, but whatever, same thing. Either way, he was one lucky son-of-a-bitch.

He had been talking about an upcoming children’s event they held every spring and fall. Sam, Mary, Cas, and Jack had all been present, and Dean had made a joke about skipping the event entirely, saying something about ‘who needs happy kids anyways?’. He’d made similar jokes before, and it never bothered YN, she knew he was kidding. It’s who he was.

But this time she’d snapped, saying he was heartless, saying that children deserved happiness and how dare he even suggest cancelling the event. Then she’d stormed out of the house. Mary had tried to run after her, but she’d already shifted and was galloping off into the forest, not caring that it was dark and rainy.

She was a strong wolf, there wasn’t much that could scare her honestly, or take her down for that matter. She was above average size, and could easily handle herself in a fight. That wasn’t a concern. But he was worried about the fact that she’d run off at all.

Sam and Cas walked into the kitchen, sitting down as Mary dished them out some food. Dean looked at the two men and pressed for information. “Well? How is she?”

Sam scooped up some eggs and a piece of ham. “She’s resting. She’s had a bag of fluids through IV, and we gave her some medicine to help with the pain.”

Cas looked at Sam, and then to Dean. Dean saw the hidden information in his third in command’s eyes. “What aren’t you telling me.”

Cas cleared his throat. “YN is pregnant. She’s carrying two pups.”

His jaw dropped to the floor.

Suddenly everything made a whole wack load of sense. Heightened emotions, the argument, the hurt in her eyes.

“Fuck! God I feel so damn stupid! I can’t believe I hurt her like that!”

“It’s not your fault Dean. You didn’t know.” Mary came over to console her son. She placed a kiss on his cheek. “She’ll forgive you. Just give her time.”

He snorted. “Yeah, if she even remembers who I am.” He gave his mom a half-hug and walked out the back door.

About an hour later, Charlie, Dean’s best friend since childhood, sought him out at the request of Sam. If anyone could bring Dean out of his mood, it was Charlie. Well, his mate could too, but she wasn’t available.

“Hey Dean, s’up?”

Dean turned to the familiar voice. “Hey Charlie, not much.” He smiled at her before turning back to the lake.

“Then why do you look like you just ordered the death of a thousand panda bears?”

“Because I’m an ass.”

Charlie couldn’t help it. Her laughter echoed through the open fields and across the cool water. “Well, we already knew that. So, that’s not the reason.”

“Ha, ha, ha. Funny.”

She sat down beside him. “Yup. So is this.”

Before Dean could even blink she pushed him off the deck and into the murky water. He came up sputtering and glaring at his friend. “Are you fucking nuts?”

Charlie was laughing so hard, tears were rolling down her cheeks. “You should see the look on your face! God you look like a wet dog!”

“I’m gonna kill you Charles.”

She grimaced at the nickname. “Watch it pretty boy. Gonna have to beat some sense into ya.”

He growled. “Really? You feeling suicidal today?”

“Nope, but you’re depressed, so if you want to go a few rounds, I’m game.”

He climbed up to the deck surface, shaking off his jacket to lay out and dry, followed by his shirt. “Well hotshot, since you dunked me in that cold lake, I have to shift to get warm. So, I guess we’re sparring.”

Charlie went around the other side of the boatshed and removed her clothes to shift, while Dean finished removing his. Bones cracked and readjusted, shifted. Two wolves came around to face each other then, a dark sandy blonde wolf and a red wolf.

Fighting and training was a normal part of pack life. And no one held back strength or tactics. The only rule for pack members was no killing moves. You could pin and force submission, but no death blows or deadly bites.

Sam heard wolves snapping and fighting, and ran to investigate. He and a few others found the two wolves going at each other, and began rooting for their favorite. Everyone knew it was fun, so no one worried about outcomes being bad.

After half an hour, Dean finally pinned his friend, and Charlie submitted defeat. He took his clothes into the shed, while Charlie took hers to the woods behind a tree. Sam sought his brother out, remembering why he’d been looking for him in the first place.

“Dean? YN’s awake.”

Dean peeked out from a stack of canoes. “Does she remember anything?”

Sam shook his head. “No, but she’s asking for you. Not by name, but as the guy who helped her.”

With a sigh, his heart aching, he nodded and followed Sam to the pack med center. YN lay on one of the beds, an IV still in her arm, her head wrapped in white bandages.

Dean walked over to her and sat in a chair by the bed. Sam left the room to give them some privacy.

“Hi.” Her voice small but more upbeat than before, had him looking up. “I wanted to talk to you, and I wanted to thank you.”

Dean took her hand in his, feeling her tense slightly before relaxing. “I’m just glad you’re ok.”

“Who am I?” The question caught him off guard, and he frowned. She tried to reword the question. “Specifically, who am I to you?”

He bit his lower lip, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill. “You’re my mate. Your name is YN. We met about two years ago at the local bar.”

She squeezed his hand. “That explains why I feel safe around you. But why was I in the woods alone?”

Dean ran his hands through his hair. “Because I said something stupid, and hurt your feelings, so you ran off to cool down, except you didn’t return. That’s when we started searching for you. I’ve never felt so terrified in my entire life.”

“Sam and Cas told me about the pups. Did you know?”

He shook his head. “No. But your reaction to my stupid comment makes more sense now. I’m beyond relieved you aren’t seriously injured.”

She brought his hand to her lips and placed a soft kiss on his knuckles. “So am I, and it’s thanks to you. I don’t have my memories back yet, but I’d be grateful to have your assistance in finding them.”

He smiled at her words, and stood to place a kiss on her forehead. “That sounds like a wonderful idea YN. As soon as my brother clears you, I’ll take you on a tour.”

“I think I’m going to like that, a lot.”

“Me too sweetheart, me too.”

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i watched “spy kids 4″ exactly twice and i plan to keep it that way. here are my thoughts

i had the volume up from the last one because it was SO QUIET and now my ears hurt. not a great start

i used to think that was carmen and i was so disappointed because i wanted to see carmens kids 😔

tik tok????? oh no

i thought tick tock was matthew lillard for most of the movie

you cant do that in the SIMS

why are you shifitng gears. you dont need to shift gears

shut up wilbur have YOU given birth?????

YOU GO IN AT EVERY FIVE TO SEVEN MINUTES AND YOURE AT THREE ARE YOU S T U P I D

wait it sounds like ive given birth i havent i assure you

a pregnant belly wouldnt make that sound

yeah alright whatever shaggy youre high

isnt she from girl meets world??????

itd make a better sitcom honestly

hahah funney because shes a spy

WHY ARE YOU NOT IN THERE WITH YOUR W I F E

birth is NOT that short

i would be great at cinemasins

oh!!!! disabled character!!!!

who approved this show

oh like its HER fault

youre watching the clock speed up why are you not suspicious

roll credits

argonaut. my english teacher would like that

its 5 o clock somewhere

have you not been watching the show??????

there is a serious lack of floop

i feel like ive seen the boy before too

guess not

also i guess this one had a smell feature?????? ig thats why the baby farts so much

AND IT EXPLAINS THE DRESSING!!!! YOU CAN SMELL DRESSING!!!!!

dont say stepmother its creepy

ooh tinker toys!!!! real ones this time!!!!

girl its dyed blue youre gonna stain your carpet

oh God she wants to be FRIENDS

epic????? No

these pranks can all be used for smellovision

aromascope ig??????

BEING FRIENDS!!!! THATS SOME FANFIC LEVEL TROPEYNESS

oops

the CHEETOS

because you pulled the prank?????

power move

those are really your worst fears?????

i have almost that exact clock

youre looking for SPIES not VILLIANS

i kinda want a clock hand sword

MARISSA NO IM DYING OF SECONDHAND EMBARASSMENT

cecils so chill

it looks like the slime from floops castle..... i miss floop

felix has been replaced??? by a computer voice????

oh mood

hahah carmen said that

is that ricky gervais

oh!!!! they broke gender binary!!!!!! took the other chair!!!!!

worlds smallest camera!!!!!!

yeah hes right theres no invisibility powder

its not a SPACESHIP theyre not IN SPACE

hey can we maybe not put that in a movie thanks

yeah i hate this one

that fall was awful

C A R M E N!!!!!!!!!!!

wilbur youre so boring

spy week???? dont you mean shark week?????

buddypack!!!!

IS THAT THE PICTURE FROM WHERE THEY ENTERED FLOOPS CASTLE AND THEN JUNI SAW A THUMB THUMB

i watch these movies too much

except this one this one sucks

7 years ago????? when game over came out????? nice

THE BRAIN THING THAT MADE FOOGLIES!!!

SPY PLANE!!!

SEA GUPPY!!!!

CARMENS GAME SUIT!!!!

why does she still have that

HOW does she still have that

MACHETES ELECTROSHOCK GUMBALLS!!!!!!

DRAGON SPY!!!!

take that giggleses

JUNI!!!! only video tho ://

oof

WAIT I JUST SAW ARGONAUTS NAME TAG AND MY DOG HAD THAT SAME ONE BUT IN PINK AND WE HAD TO GET HER A NEW ONE BECAUSE IT WAS S O L O U D

your baby is your back up????? Bad Idea

did you not name your child????

why did they pause for a label????

stop making time puns i hate you

i really hope those are floops. like the cereal

stop calling her stepmother like its her name its CREEPY

stop WASTING them

just say youre marissas kids?????? they know who she is

oh God piss joke

oh God POOP joke

right its the bombs that make him cool not the fact that hes literally ricky gervais

and a fart joke????? i hate this movie

silent but LETHAL???? awfyl. i hate it

toot??? stop making fart jokes

OH THEYRE GETTING CHASED CUZ THE SAPPHIRE i need to pay attention more. i blame buzzfeed

“you weirdo you vaporized us” STOP TRYING TO GET ME TO LIKE THIS MOVIE BY PLAYING ON MY NOSTALGIA

its not working btw. i hate this movie

oh look. a butt joke.

oh yay disney acid trip

uh yeah???? hes ricky gervais

yeah except shes WHITE

i kinda wanna go to the cheese shop. wisconsin instincts ig

thats not a WORD

no the red ones the second hand do you know anything?????

how does she know how to army crawl???? shes EIGHT

there are 42 minutes left im suffering

oh no he died

is she wearing twinkle toes??????

did they.... teleport???? was that an awkward cut???? did they straight up travel through time????? im so confused

yknow as an OBVIOUS choice for the next doctor, floop should REALLY be in the movie centered around time

im gonna punch this dude

IM GONNA PUNCH THIS DUDE TOO YOU CAN STILL BE A FAMILY AND CALL YOURSELF STEPKIDS

hes the hulk

oh dear he referenced a meme

he just called the google lady annoying im gonna punch him next

n i c e

SHIITAKE MUSHROOMS!!!!!!

yeah theyre gonna flip youre STALKING THEM

that seems like a Bad Idea

try harder rebecca

IF YOURE GONNA TAKE THEM THERE W H A T DO YOU THINK THEYRE GONNA DO???????

dude you look like youre on crack

youre gonna divorce her because she wasnt allowed to tell you?????????

W H A T

no???? ofc not???? you have no weapons??????

DUDE CHILL SHE L I T E R A L L Y COULDNT TELL YOU

and i feel fine~

J U N I!!!!!!!!!!! FOR REALS!!!!!!!!

oh shiitake mushrooms he got kinda cute

you can???? reach into the garbage can???????

BECAUSE YOURE CHILDREN!!!!!! THEY SHUT DOWN THE SPY KIDS PROGRAM!!!!!!

i love the sound of clockwork. so soothing. that doctor who episode with the time robots???? a fave

oh no they all have died

M A C H E T E!!!!!!!!

why did juni freeze if he didnt really freeze???? thats some buzz lightyear level stuff

oh hey i just realized that junis hair is back!!

oh no now argos the hulk too

the baby looks like dora

hahah funney

HE WAS TOAST IN THE FIRST MOVIE S T O P P L A Y I N G O N N O S T A L G I A

and diaper lady???? Stop

nice censorship

can hearing aids work that well???? im no expert but i dont think they can do that?????

taking his hearing aids???? i hate this guy

R A L P H!!!!

oh!!!!!! sign language!!!!!

Even Evil Has Standards

are they trying to make me cry?? im not

you can travel through time youre just not COOL ENOUGH

oh worm????

side note i figured they were the same guy but i was so disappointed when it wasnt matthew lillard

please let this be over i need to mindlessly scroll the spy kids wiki

stop being philosophical youre wearing twinkle toes

roll credits

us???? wouldnt that be me???? or is us right??? clones are wack

yEET

oh no he died

why did he float???? did they run out of gravity?????

he moved before he touched the watch

yeah but hell see his dad again and thats the point of this whole thing????

oh no he died. for reals this time

this time???? you have 6 months

STOP👏MAKING👏TIME👏PUNS👏

i cant raise my eyebrow😔

YOU CANT DO THAT WE JUST DISCUSSED IT

thats hot

WHY DOES SHE NOT HAVE A NAME

yes bc youre a robot shut up

oh thank God its over

#spy kids #spy kids 4 #all the time in the world #sk4 #spy kids 4 spoilers #spoilers #juni cortez #carmen cortez

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