#Cat Spray And Pregnancy

[bejeweledblondie]

Simon “Ghost” Riley Headcannons

A/N: these are loosely inspired from real life experiences I’ve had living on a military base, these men have a on & off switch it’s crazy

Simon “Ghost” Riley x F! Reader

Warnings: NSFW

• Simon first saw you while he was in the States for a training exercise, he was out at one of the local bars with some of the other soldiers he was with

• Soap had actually asked for your number first & since he was so intoxicated you turned him down

• Simon apologized for Soap & that’s how you met

• he did have a heart attack when he found out there was a bit of a age gap between you two but quickly got over it when he realized how mature you were

• it was a long distance relationship at first (from personal experience it sucks in the beginning)

• there were times when he couldn’t talk due to the risk of potentially exposing his teams location so you had to write letters every now & then

• you cried constantly whenever you saw some horrific news in the paper about what was going on overseas, the anxiety was awful

• but when he returned the reunions were euphoric

• you have a bottle of his cologne & aftershave so you can always feel close to him

• and you’d spray your perfume on the letters you sent so he couldn’t always smell the paper when he was missing you

• it took him sometime to open up to you about what had happened to him in his past, & your respected that

• when he first met your family, he was shocked by all the support he had received from them

• he asked your parents to marry you the first time he met them & showed them the ring too (ofc they said yes)

• he proposed to you in private after a nice dinner, he got choked up during the proposal

• your dad specifically was elated, he got to brag at how bad ass his son in law is

• your mom if she’s a teacher, had her entire class send cards, candy, anything they’d need in care packages Soap nearly cried when he opened the sweetest letter from a little girl (this actually happened irl my mom’s class did this & one guy got really choked up)

• Simon always would be your fiercest protector

• since he’s like an freakin tree he will guide your head with his bear paw of a hand in crowds

•he CANNOT sit with his back facing the door it stresses him out

•this man is strapped 24/7 whether that be a knife, bear spray etc. he’s ready

•he has a trauma kit in his car because “you never know”

•Simon is 1000% one of those apocalypse preppers you have freeze dried food, medicine, water, etc. he’s always on edge

• he sleeps with a damn rifle next to y’all’s bed

• you have a whole security system too

• your guy’s apartment is impeccable like you could eat off of the floor

• hell your guy’s bed has damn hospital corners

• Simon adopted a cat so you don’t feel as lonely when he’s deployed

• He’s your chonky boy & you do send plenty of photos to Simon when he’s deployed

• Gaz & Soap tease him about him living his “cat dad” life

• you start trying for a baby two years into your marriage

• Simon does fall victim to the “curse of the infantry” (which is not a negative thing btw it’s a running joke that infantry soldiers have all daughters) he makes girls

• he was deployed during your pregnancy & was worried sick he nearly missed the birth of your daughter

• that little girl is the most well protected baby in the whole world, the Task Force gifted him not just baby stuff but damn security for the nursery

• He watches your baby from his phone in the nursery on deployment, he was silently crying once when he was watching you sing a lullaby to your baby girl

•Price had to comfort him father to father

•In reality Simon has a very hard cold exterior at work for the sake of keeping his mental health for the profession he’s in but deep down he’s always held a soft spot & your relationship just brings it out

✨NSFW ✨

• there is a big size difference between you two & it drives him insane

• the first time y’all had together he didn’t want to break you in half

• when he returns from deployment y’all go at it like rabbits for multiple rounds, your poor pussy was so sore afterwards

• has a massive corruption & daddy kink

• he’s an ass man I don’t make the rules here so any position where your ass if the focal point is his favorite

• y’all have made so many sex tapes for him when he’s deployed, he has a whole folder on his phone & jerks off to them in the bathroom or the porta potty (it’s a canon event, trust me) to them

• he lets your cockwarm him constantly when you’re on the couch, when he’s working, hell y’all had even fallen asleep like that

• I know people say he has a Prince Albert piercing but alas per army regulation that is safety risk I think it’s more likely he’d use a cock ring on you

• during a military ball you two snuck off & fucked in a supply closet

• he couldn’t wait to get back to the hotel room after seeing you in your gown, it was red his favorite color

• and he just looked so fucking good in his dress uniform, that was the night you totally conceived your baby girl

• he groans into your ear when he cums & he’ll use his body to just eclipse yours

• “one more baby girl” & “c’mon pretty girl use your words tell me what you want”

• is a sucker for babydoll lingerie it brings your innocence & triggers his corruption kink

• moral of the story Simon Riley fucks

[hwangism143]

all i want for christmas

synopsis the three christmas parties minho spent loving you and the one where he finally told you.

pairing non-idol!minho x fem!reader

genre holidays, best friends to lovers, fluff, comfort, 3 + 1 format

warnings mentions of foods, fires, cheating, physical violence (jokingly), swearing, pregnancy ;) , kissing, not proofread

word count 4.3k words

now playing all i want for christmas - mariah carey

a/n wow. so. i'm back. i genuinely missed you guys so much and im so happy to write again. i felt really guilty for just disappearing but this might be my only fic for a while. im sorry if it's bad im genuinely so out of practice.

"i don't need a lot for christmas, there is just one thing i need"

zero.

Love was a dreadful, terrible thing. Minho knew firsthand.

He also knew that love could be beautiful. It existed everywhere.

It existed when Minho would feel a smile break out on his face when he would step through his door to the sound of his cats. He knew it existed in the way Chan always made sure that Seungmin had eaten and Jeongin wasn't too hard on himself. It existed in the way Hyunjin wore his emotional scars with pride and in the way Changbin's face would scrunch up adorably as soon as he saw his girlfriend.

But love must be a horrendous thing if it could someone as deserving of it as you through such excruciating pain.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

year one.

Minho always associated loving you with Christmas. It was mainly for two reasons: because you loved Christmas, and Christmas was when he realized he loved you.

Minho had become your best friend on the first day of college when you stumbled into him while looking for your batchmates after orientation. It was almost fate (despite Minho considering fate to be bullshit), the way he held onto your shoulders to make sure your face didn't hit the floor and you gave him a weak, petrified smile.

"Computer Science major?" he asked, and your quick reply in the positive laid the foundations of your unbreakable friendship.

Minho knew he loved you for a long time. But the realization of it dawned on him during your annual Christmas party when the two of you were in your second year of college.

You were absolutely fanatical about Christmas. Despite Minho's protests about your fascination being sickening, he secretly found it extremely endearing. You had confessed to him once, how your love for Christmas stemmed from the fact that you only saw your father during Christmas due to his demanding job of a military's medic.

That was the day Minho vowed to make sure nobody could ruin your Christmas.

You went all out Christmas decorations at your apartment. Your Christmas tree was huge and adorned with ornaments of various shapes, sizes and colours. Minho came early to help you and your roommate Kyujin with the Christmas baking, considering how last time the two of you tried to bake it took swatting towels and spraying water to get the smoke detector to stop.

But you were most excited to introduce your boyfriend to the rest of your friend group.

Minho wasn't happy about it, but he was happy for you. You loved the idea of romance but for some reason that Minho could not fathom, thought yourself undeserving of receiving the romantic variant of it. But your first boyfriend, whom you'd been seeing for three months, quickly changed that.

You were practically bouncing up and down on your toes as your mutual friends trailed into your tiny apartment.

"Y/N!" Jisung squealed as he barreled into your arms.

"Sungie!" you replied in equal enthusiasm.

Minho's heart melted watching you, his best friend, and Jisung, his roommate, getting along so well. In fact, sometimes he felt third wheeled by his two favorite people who wouldn't have known each other if it wasn't for him.

"Tonight," Jisung declared proudly, "I will serenade Minho with a tear-jerking rendition of 'All I Want For Christmas'."

Jisung stood on top of your couch, arms spread out proudly. He sent Minho a boisterous wink and Minho tried to hide a chuckle while rolling his eyes.

"The only tears shed will be because of Jisung's pathetic voice," grumbled Hyunjin, Jisung's best friend, already dreading the moment when he would have to drag his drunk and sappy ass back home.

Your cheeks turned pink in a poorly contained laugh while Hyunjin just gave you a shrug, only the three of you privy to Hyunjin's comment. Minho saw your face and found his own flushing, quickly blinking to make sure nobody noticed. Jisung shot Minho, you and Hyunjin an accusatory glance, but your little smirk caused him to look away in annoyance.

"I will not date you, Jisung," said Minho in an overly dramatic voice. Jisung pouted and this time, the whole room burst into laughter until Kyujin yelled a string of obscenities at him to get him off the couch.

But throughout the whole debacle, Minho's eyes only belonged to you. He couldn't help but wonder, how would you feel about dating him? These feeling had been brewing for long, even before you started dating Taehyun What's-His-Face. Minho knew he had feeling for you, but today he would realize just how deep they ran.

"You okay? Your cheeks are red man. Like, tomato red," asked the ever vigilant Chan.

"Oh, um, yeah. I'm good," replied Minho nervously, hoping that Chan didn't notice.

"Yep," said Chan, clearly unconvinced, his eyes still narrowed on Minho.

Minho did not get nervous easily. He was calm, stoic, composed. But around you, he was a ticking time bomb. You made Minho feel like a thousand dazzling fireworks had lit up in his stomach. You made him want to be spontaneous, silly and scream from the rooftops that he liked you and wanted to be with you.

You made Minho feel things he had never felt before, and it broke him everyday watching you feel those same things for someone who wasn't him.

Minho's eyes looked for yours, you slipping away sometime when he was contemplating his lost love. He finally found you, leaning against Kyujin bedroom door. Your loose sweater hung off a shoulder and pointer finger of your right hand was caught between your teeth. In your other hand was your phone which lit up when you opened.

God, you looked ethereal.

Until your eyes flickered up and down, you blinked multiple times and your brow creased while your bottom lip quivered. Minho had known you long and intimately enough that something was very, very wrong. Before you even looked up at him, your eyes conveying a silent cry, Minho was striding towards you like a man on a mission.

"Minho," you choked out, and he whisked you into Kyujin's room, giving a concerned Kyujin watching everything a tight nod as he did.

"Minho, Minho, he -" you were sobbing, gasping in wretched breaths that made it feel like a knife was twisting into his heart.

He watched you nearly terrified, rubbing your back soothingly. Minho murmured sweet nothings into your ear to get you to calm down and explain to him what had happened as his on heart raced at nearly a thousand miles per hour.

"What happened sweetheart? Y/N?" Minho asked, his voice laced with worry.

Wordlessly, you handed over your phone to him as you buried your face into his shoulder.

[7:32 PM]

taehyunnie: look y/n, i hate to do this on christmas but

taehyunnie: i have had something come up

taehyunnie: so i won't make it

[7:34 PM]

taehyunnie: quite frankly, we should break up

taehyunnie: i don't think either of us is in the right mental state to date right now.

taehyunnie: sorry.

Minho was seeing red. How could someone do something like this to you? You, who was perfect to the extent where even your imperfections were perfect? Minho was about to ask you what day you would like for him to murder Taehyun when you interrupted him.

"He's not wrong," you said, your voice barely a whisper. "I was so excited to date someone that I probably got to clingy and scared him off."

"That's not true," said Minho shaking your shoulders, "That's not true, anybody would be tripping over their feet to date you."

And as Minho repeated those words to you like a chant, over and over again until you believed them as much as he did, he felt a sinking feeling in his chest. Guilt simmered in his stomach because of the thoughts he was having.

Amidst the winter chill and your broken cries, Lee Minho realized that he was hopelessly and damningly in love with you.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

year two.

The second year Minho spent Christmas with you, things had changed. Minho's hair grew longer, curling at the base of his neck and you forbade him from cutting it. You had let go over your initial heartbreak from the events of the previous Christmas and for some reason, deluded yourself into thinking that you were unlovable.

The only thing that barely changed was Minho's love for you, apart from maybe how it increased in magnitude.

"You should tell her, you know. Or else you'll end up regretting it," remarked Hyunjin wisely.

The ever so observant boy was the only one who knew about Minho felt when it came to you. Even then, he didn't know the uncharted depth of how much Minho loved you. Just that he hopelessly and unequivocally did.

Minho glared at him in response, snatching a brownie from Hyunjin's hand, and began eating it as Hyunjin grumbled next to him in vain.

Minho was well aware that he was right. But he (foolishly), thought he was sparing you pain by miserably keeping his feelings to himself.

Minho hated and adored every second of loving you. He hated how stifling it was, not being able to whisper soft words of romance in your ear late at night and wake with you in his arms the next morning. But he adored how his heart picked up pace at just the sight of you and how he felt weightless at your featherlight brushes of his arm.

To put it simply, loving someone from afar was as temperamental as the oceans; the tides were hauntingly beautiful and gorgeously devastating but they were impossible to escape from.

An ugly metaphor, felt Minho, who had yet to master the art of swimming.

Minho sat on the couch, Hyunjin and Jeongin playing Mario Kart on one side of him and Chan and Kyujin engaged in an intense game of Uno on the other side of him. You were off socializing as you often did during your annual Christmas parties, but Minho knew you would come back to him.

You always did.

Minho set up shop at five in the morning that day with you. Kyujin had a Christmas dance recital that day, and you both were one set of hands down. From morning, the two of you diced, rolled and baked, dusted and decorated, troubled each other and even had a little tickling bout followed by a pillow fight (and plate of burnt snowman shaped cookies).

This was the future that Minho wanted, you by his side engaging in mundane activities with lazy, soft kisses peppered to each others lips every dya.

He watched, sick with envy, as Changbin scooped up his girlfriend Chaeyeon in his arms and start pressing kisses to her face while she squealed. Minho watched in dread and unease at all the couples around him engaged in extravagant acts of romance and subtle domesticity, dreaming of when, if ever, that would be you and him.

He was so distracted by the torrential current inside him that he hadn't noticed when Kyujin and Chan shifted their game to the kitchen island and you had sat down next him.

"Hi," you told him softly.

Minho blinked rapidly a the voice he would recognize anywhere, the one that beckoned him in his dreams and went silent in his nightmares. Behind you, Jisung and Seungmin were brazenly building a stacked tower of cookies which Minho knew would fall and create a mess unless prevented, but he chose to ignore it.

"Hey," replied Minho, turning around  to drink in your entire figure.

"I'm happy I've detached from romance, Minho," you informed him as your arm brushed his, "I don't think dating's for me and..."

Your voice trailed off and you turned to look at him, look into his eyes with an oddly melancholic smile that was contradictory to your earlier statement of happiness.

"I think I'm finally healing."

And under the Christmas lights with you in your Santa hat with the tip of your nose tinted pink from the cold, Minho had never loved and lost more.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

year three.

Christmas this year was filled to the brim with nagging from your end about why Minho refused to find a girlfriend despite your self-proclaimed temporary vow of celibacy. It was also the year that Minho realized the importance of the time he had with you.

"Come on Min," you groaned at Minho as he pulled up his sleeves and start kneading the cookie dough, "You'll love Sullyoon."

No, he wanted to say, I love you.

Instead, he responded with, "If I'm off with a girl, who'll make sure Jisung, Kyujin and Hyunjin don't end up burning down the apartment?"

You just laughed and made your way from behind the counter to the dining table, where Minho was busy at work. After he was done, you took the dough, neatly rolled and cut the cookies into shape and propped them in the oven. Minho was busy setting up a Christmas movie in the living room and you sat next to him, closing your eyes and resting your head on his shoulder.

Minho would have tensed, if it weren't for how habitual he had become to these touches form you he was the recipient of after practically moving in with you.

Kyujin moved out of the apartment after she got a part time job at a dance institute about a half hour away from where you both lived. She needed the easy commute, and rent was not that difficult to pay for you due to your comfortable internship since sophomore year of college at a reputed tech company.

Minho, the only other person who was in the internship program with you, basically lived at your apartment. He had his own bed, clothes and even toothbrush at your apartment. He stayed nearly five nights in a row, going back to his actual apartment over the weekends to make sure that Jisung was alive and feeding himself more than just chicken breast.

This new development caused Minho to think that maybe, just maybe you harbored feelings for him the way he did for you. The two of you basically functioned like a live-in couple, so much so that your neighbors would mistake Minho for your boyfriend more often than not.

That's why Minho couldn't understand why you were so insistent about him meeting Sullyoon.

The party started soon after. Seungmin begrudgingly wore a Santa hat on his head and Jeongin clicked a picture of him at every possible occasion. Hyunjin and Chan introduced their girlfriends and everybody positively loved Karina and Lisa. Jisung gushed to everyone about the current guy he liked, Yeonjun, and Changbin informed his friends that on New Years, he planned to propose.

In the midst of it all sat Minho and you, arms looped around each other, both feeling love of different magnitudes.

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You were dragging Minho to meet Sullyoon, evidently sitting in your room, despite his protests. You were wearing a long, billowy dress with a checkered pattern of red and white boxes that Minho teased made you look like a picnic blanket. But the truth was he loved it, he loved you and he did not love being taken to meet another woman by the one he was in love with.

"Have fun!" you grinned and shut the door behind yourself, waltzing away with immense satisfaction.

Minho let out a defeated sigh and turned around to see the fabled Seol Yoon-A, affectionately called Sullyoon. He could tell why you were gushing over her. She wore a red dress with a small bow, had pretty doe eyes and was beautiful no doubt.

But nothing in Minho's head could compare to you.

"So," Sullyoon laughed sweetly, "She threatened you to be here too, huh?"

"Yep," responded Minho curtly and in defeat.

Sullyoon got up and made his way to him, arms snaking around his shoulder and for a terrifying moment, he didn't want her to stop. Not because he enjoyed it, but maybe because this would help him get over you, you who would never love him the way he loved you.

But then the scent of Sullyoon's vanilla perfume hit Minho and it was nothing like your fragrant lilac mist. It was nothing like you.

Minho gently moved Sullyoon's arms from they were and took a step back. Sullyoon raised an eyebrow and studied him. She then snorted and sat down on the bed again.

"Ah. So you are in love with her," she said matter-of-factly.

"I-what-," Minho stuttered, unable to figure out what to say to such a statement.

Sullyoon sighed and patted the space beside her. "It's obvious you know. All men are stupid." And under her breath she added, "Thank god I also like girls. Much more mature."

Minho sat down, Sullyoon gave him a knowing look, and he told her everything. He told her about how he met you, how he realized he loved you and how he thought you might like him too. He told her about your favorite color, the way you always wore two extra rubber bands because one always seemed to break.

When he was done with it all, Sullyoon gave him a comforting pat and said, "You are in some deep shit, Minho."

"How would you know?" he scoffed.

Sullyoon shit eating grin turned sad, "Because I went through the same thing you did."

This time it was Minho's turn to survey Sullyoon, to try and understand what she went through that made her so intimately understand his situation.

"I was hopelessly in love with my best friend, but I didn't tell him for two years. When I finally did, I found out that even though he didn't completely feel the same, he was willing to give it a try. Loving him was the best year of my life. And he fell in love with me too. We were attached at the hip and I will never forgive myself for what happened."

Minho had a bad feeling that this story did not end happily. He swallowed a lump in his throat and asked, "What happened?"

Sullyoon had a smile on her face and tears in her eyes. "I held Felix as he died."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

year four.

[5:23 PM]

sullyoonie-tunes: so. today's the day, huh.

[5:24 PM]

You (Minho): today's the day.

[5:27 PM]

sullyoonie-tunes: MY BROTHER IS NO LONGER BITCHLESS

sullyoonie-tunes: not insinutating that y/n is a bitch of course

sullyoonie-tunes: YOU'RE the bitch

sullyoonie-tunes: she's an angel

sullyoonie-tunes: pls dont kill me

[5:30 PM]

You (Minho): are you done???

"Hey, who are you texting?" you asked Minho, settling down next to him on his bed.

"Ah, Sullyoon," he responded.

You smiled at him, pulling his blanket over the two of you and weaving your fingers through his hair. "When did you two become so close?"

Minho snorted, "When I got her a girlfriend." And now she's getting me one, he left unsaid.

"Oh, I adore Haewon," you smiled, setting your head on Minho's shoulder.

Minho decided that if he was ever going to confess his feelings to you, it would be during Chrismas. You loved Christmas, he loved you, and what would be more perfect than that?

Over the course of the last year, you and Minho were offered permanent jobs at the company you were interning at. Minho had officially moved in with you, and had learned to live with the fact that he could only love you from a distance, completely unaware of the turmoil you felt about your feelings towards him.

Minho had also developed a strong friendship with Sullyoon, who he truly saw as a younger sister. He helped her meet Haewon, and she helped him dissect every move you made to glean information that would support Minho's hypothesis of you maybe liking him back.

Minho had expected his love for you to pass, to ebb and flow away with the changing seasons.

Instead, it blossomed into something he would forever live with. Minho was madly in love. To him, you weren't just a love.

To him, you hung to moon, stitched the stars onto the sky and gave the cosmos every diaphanous colour it glowed with.

The doorbell rang five times in rapid succession and Minho leapt off his bed. "He's mine," he laughed, watching you struggle to get out of the cocoon you had made for yourself in his blanket.

"Well he clearly loves me more," you retorted, catching up to Minho at the door who, ever the gentleman, opened for you.

Chaeyeon smiled at you and behind her was a beaming Changbin. In his hands he held two things. A large bag in one hand and a carrier in the other. You and Minho urgently ushered the two inside and Chaeyeon placed a gift on the kitchen counter.

"Meet Seo Sun-woo," said Changbin proudly, and you and Minho gushed over Changbin and Chaeyeon's two month old son.

Ever since Chaeyeon had announced she was pregnant after her and Changbin's wedding, a sense of reality dawned upon your entire friend group. You had to grow up, become mature and fend for yourself in this world. Gone were the days when you and Minho would party hop playing beer pong. Now, you both stayed up talking about your future and you hopes, dreams and aspiraitons.

You dreamt of making a name for yourself in the tech world, starting a company that would teach disabled kids coding and give them opportunities to work for gigantic tech companies. Minho dreamt of you and with that came the silent promise of adopting your dreams as his own.

"I want kids some day," you said as you held baby Seo in your lap. This year's party was quieter, much more secluded and only had your direct close circle of friends, "with Chris and Lisa expecting twins and even Hyunjin adopting a dog for Karina, it feels like everyone is growing their family."

Minho pouted. "Am I not growing your family?"

You laughed, "Minho, you've always been home."

Minho gave you quite possibly the widest smile until he heard a tin can fall to the ground and a set of four groans erupt from your bedroom. "Look, we're practically raising Jisung, Felix, Seungmin and Jeongin."

You sighed in affectionate annoyance. "In between them and SonnieDoongieDori, I think that's enough family expansion for now."

Another crash came from your room and you both shared a knowing look. You either got the situation under control, or something broke.

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"I feel dead," you moaned, falling onto the sofa after cleaning up well into the night. The party had ended with Lisa unceremoniously vomiting on the floor and everyone ushering her out and enquiring about her state of well-being.

"Let's go, I have one last present for you," Minho coaxed you out of your shell in the sofa, his own heart pounding incessantly.

"Just give it tomo-"

"I'll dump the litter box in your-"

"Fine," you groaned, "Ten minutes and then we start our Home Alone movie marathon."

Minho nodded, to anxious to argue, "Deal."

Both of you stepped out onto the balcony where the cold nipped at you. There were still couples strolling outside and children hurling snowballs at each other. Christmas lights covered virtually every apartment in sight, red and green lights glowing in tandem.

"What is it?" you asked, looking around him for maybe a box or a letter. Minho stood frozen in the anxiety of every way you could say no to him, until you nudged him back to reality.

Minho coughed. "It's not so much a thing and more of something I have to say."

"Oh."

Minho looked at the way your hair curled at the bottom, grazing the hem of your sweatpants. He looked at your jackets' cuffs, stained with chocolate when you both were lathering Nutella over a layer of cook. He looked at your face, full of beauty and kindness.

But mostly he looked at you, strong, gracious, and lover of Christmas.

Minho thought that confessing his love for you would be the hardest thing he's ever done. Instead, it came as naturally to him as snow falling on the streets of Seoul in winter.

"I love you," the confession fell from his lips. "I have loved you for four years and I will spend the rest of my life loving you if you'll let me. You understand me on a level that nobody else ever has. I love you Y/N, and I have never known anything else the way I have known that."

A song started in him that time, a scratchy beat of hopeful terror that started from his toes and came up to his heart.

"Plus, the cats won't accept anyone apart from you as their mother, and that includes Lix," he added for good measure.

You stared at him for what seemed like an eternity, and Minho felt his initial confidence wearing off. That was until you launched yourself into his arms, wrapping your arms tightly around his waist. Minho wrapped his arms around you, a sigh of relief escaping form his mouth.

"You don't know how long I've loved you for," you mumbled into his sweater.

And everything came to a beautiful crescendo when the nights Minho spent tossing and turning, the four years of assumed unrequited agony did not go in van because you loved him.

You loved him.

That night, Minho held you tightly in his arms underneath the blanket and was at a complete disregard of Kevin's plight in New York. He pressed kisses to every exposed surface he could find, your giggles louder than the shenanigans the character was playing on TV.

"This festival is my whole world," you told him with love brimming in his eyes.

Minho then finally told you three words that he believed summed up everything he felt towards you for the entire time he's ever known you.

"And you're mine."

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[gloomlet]

Gloomlet’s TS4 Script, Gameplay & Replacement Mods

So I decided to compile a list of all the script/gameplay mods that i use or have used in my game. This was mainly made for my personal use, but i am sure it could be helpful to other people too!

Fully Updated - 1/22/2025

Basic & Recommended!

TS4 Mod Manager ui cheats extension mc command center Carl's Sims 4 Gameplay Overhaul Relationship & Pregnancy Overhaul Wonderful Whims The Mood Pack Mod First Impressions Contextual Social Interactions Simulation Lag Fix Teleport Any Sim Better Exceptions

CAS Mods

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[monay-monn]

My Current Pcs

Monay the False Saintess

✦| Angelic Cow-girl ✦| Current Li: Sydney (Fallen) > Avery ✦| Playstyle: Defiant ✦| Mission: Perfection (feats collecting + max skills)

Summary of File:

Very first 'normal' save + current longest running save, focused on playing through as much content as possible and achieving as many feats as possible. Accidentally got Angel tf after hyperfocusing on making money for an entire month by spamming the spa (wanted to make sure she could take on Robin's debt and still have extra money on the side to not get punished by Bailey). Very school + reputation focused (all reputation is positive), visits mickey and landry as much as possible to lower fame + buy pepper spray. Worst world corruption out of all the saves (stole ivory necklace + rite of defilement).

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Mammon the False Prophet

✦| Demonic Cow-boy ✦| Current Li: Sydney (Faithful) > Robin ✦| Playstyle: Defiant ✦| Mission: Become the Ultimate Lewd Priest (infamous reputation + Max lewd skills)

Summary of File:

2nd save + 2nd longest running save. Focused on doing all the things that Monay's save couldnt do. Playstyle is a little more risky with trying to get money using the lewder job options and trying to raise his lewd fame. Currently the save is almost exactly the same as Monay's save except they're less restricted by the way they can actually fuck around. Mostly made just to see the difference between rite of promise faithful!sydney vs rite of defilement fallen!sydney. Also supposed to be the save focused on romancing Whitney but ended up liking Robin and Kylar more.

Lowest world corruption out of all current Pcs (never stole the ivory necklace + rite of promise).

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Nene the Entropic

✦| Demonic Harpy ✦| Current LI: Great Hawk > Eden ✦| Playstyle: Submissive lewd ✦| Mission: Fuck around and Find out

Summary of file:

3rd save file, initially started to rack up Harper's love by repeatedly getting sent to the asylum, now turned into pregnancy save.

Currently the most chaotic save out of all of them. Restricting myself by not fighting the lewd encounters + not focusing on school and instead fuck around the outskirts/forest.

Explicitly made to dismiss/reject all the school/town lis.

World Corruption is currently unknown since I made her explicitly to stay the fuck away from the temple.

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??? the ???

✦| Fallen Fox-girl (intended) ✦| Current Li: Sydney (fallen) > ??? ✦| Playstyle: Defiant Crossdresser ✦| Mission: Get all virginities taken by Sydney (failed)

Summary of File

Created on a whim because I wanted a crossdresser PC. Has the most amount of Feat boosters out of all my starting PCs (mf used all 259 coins I had). Also created just to fuck around with Rite of Promise and trying to corrupt Syd. Current goal is to try and achieve fallen forgiven status + getting the other transformation feats I hadnt gotten yet (namely fox + cat + wolf).

Dont really have a name for her or for what kinda direction I wanna take her save file...

[jellijellybean]

gotta be sprayed with water like a cat istg because i am thinking. my brain is cooking. now im thinking about fem!kylar and it's TERRIBLE. [mdni]

i swear im normal about her.

warnings: noncon and slight pregnancy mention becuz what else do you expect from her. also was written with an amab body in mind cuz i'm feeling silly

alright alright i have to set the stage here really fast ok. now picture this, you've been seeing kylar for a minute, been having your flings with her now and then. maybe you just start to get a little bored or her.. well, erratic behavior is really starting to get to you, or maybe it's just the whispers and rumors going around at school. whatever, it forces you to distance yourself because yeah.. she can be a bit... much. especially when she whispers about you getting married and living in the woods together, even though you're not thinking that far into the future yet.

her jealousy slowly rises and rises until she finally snaps. i mean, it's really for your own good. you were letting all of those people's words get into your head! you just weren't thinking clearly and that's okay, she's here to help you! she made sure the pills she put in the drink she hands you aren't enough to cause serious damage, enough times over.

when you awake from the drug-induced sleep she's already above you. the sweat dripping down your body, the unnerving warmth surrounding you almost makes the room feel humid. your eyes try to look around, to see what's going on, but they just feel so heavy — your arms and your legs are no better, even your mouth is unbearably dry. but there's something.. something making your legs shake and mouth let out all those embarrassing noises. can feel the way her nails dig into your chest as she moves even faster, biting at your ear when she whines, “we should have a baby” and you can’t say no. not with the way she has her hand covering your mouth, not with the way she's moving — forcing all rational thought from mind. you can faintly hear her whispers about being a mom and how her belly is going to grow. her words fill you with dread. they have you twisting and turning, trying to move away, but it's as if no matter what you do, she's always right there. right there, talking so shamelessly about what you'll name your kids.

a cry leaves your throat, shaking your head and trying to pull away once again. your mind screaming at you to do something to get her off but she clings and holds on tightly, mumbling on and on about how you two deserve to be be a family. about how no one will even think about coming between you two, especially when she'll be right there. how she'll get to wear those cute little dresses, have dinner ready for you, and help.. take care of you just as a good wife should.

you're forced to listen to her breathing getting shallow, forced to lay there when the tingling sensation you get at the base of your spine starts to become too nauseating not to notice. your hands twitch, fingers digging into the rope she's used to bind your arms apart. it's painful. the pleasure making your legs shake and thighs tighten, but you can't say anything, can't move away, can't even think when all you can feel, see, and hear is her. kylar. and her warm body. the way her chest presses against yours when she bites and marks your neck like the artist she is. listen to her moans get drawn out and pitchy the closer she is to tipping over. and feel the way she pulses and gushes over your cock.

god, the laugh that leaves her is almost manic. your chest heaves, your thighs burn, but all you can feel is her hands cupping your face. making you meet her eyes. her face is flushed, her hair sticking to her face and the realization hits you when the ache between your legs grows almost too painful. this isn't the first and it won't be the last. she's kissing you, all teeth and desperation nipping at you lips, forcing you to tip your head back to get some air. but she won't let you. not when she shakily starts to move again, not when the tears threatening to fall past your waterline finally do, not even when, in one last attempt, you bite at her lip.

the coppery taste hits your tongue, but she doesn't stop. instead, letting out a moan before her nails dig into the sides of your face in warning when she starts the cycle all over. you can feel her whisper of, "let's go again... just in c-case." against your face.

ok i'm out of gas, but c'mon y'know what i'm getting at lmao

[littlepeakydevil]

Part 21: The Shadow of the Abattoir

Summary: Mistakes are made, and the consequences have begun to come home to roost.

Word Count: 4,415

Warnings: Violence, decapitation, and pregnancy.

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Chapter 17: Heads Will Roll

Luca was still inside the truck when, to his horror, the roar of machine gunfire began to assault them from above. One of his boys who had already stepped out into the square went down, blood spraying from the holes that the weapon ripped through his torso.  

He had just enough time to burst from the doors of the van and dart behind it, using the body of the truck for cover from the barrage of bullets raining down on them. He only had the briefest of moments to catch sight of Shelby up on the terrace above them, hunched behind a massive machine gun aimed down at where they were all gathered in the square. 

For a moment, his head spun, heart hammering in his ears, trying to process just what the actual fuck had happened. 

One second, they were following Shelby’s car into a secluded little square surrounded by apartment buildings, the next, they were being assaulted with seemingly unending gunfire.

His teeth gritted. It had been Polly Gray. That bitch had baited him. Shelby had probably been in on the whole fucking thing from the beginning. 

There were no easy exits, and very limited cover, especially with Shelby already up above them with a bird’s eye view of the square. They were like rats in a fucking barrel.

His finger flexed preparedly against the trigger of his gun, waiting for the cease in the gunfire. Shelby would have to reload sooner or later. And Luca was fairly certain that it was just him. The little red-haired whore hadn’t been with him when he left the hospital, and if he had any other men with him–especially that mad dog of a brother–they would already know.

There was a brief break in the gunfire, and Luca took his chance, whipping around from his cover behind the truck, firing wildly in the air towards the terrace. Shelby ducked down behind the rail and out of sight, but Luca didn’t stop firing. Behind him, his men joined him in unleashing a storm of bullets in Shelby’s direction. Luca just barely could make out his figure dart from the crate he was huddled behind and into the open door of the flat nearby. 

A seize of rage squeezed at Luca’s throat. The fucking bastard was getting away. He roared orders to his men, sending them in different directions to come at the apartment from the multitude of entrances available to them. Matteo and a few others remained behind him as he ducked into a doorway that led to a staircase. 

His focus was so intensely turned above, fingers flexing against the trigger of his gun while he climbed the steps, ready to fire in case Shelby suddenly appeared above them, that neither he, nor any of the others, noticed that while they had entered the building with five of them, only four had made it to ascending the stairs.

∗ ∗ ∗

Lily slowly lowered the heavy body of the Italian to the floor, her left hand clamped tightly over his mouth and nose, the other supporting his shoulder so she didn’t drop him.

They had not even noticed, as she jumped stealthily out of the shadows she’d been crouched in, snatching the Italian lingering at the back of the group after the others began to climb the stairs. She’d cut his throat at the same second she covered his mouth, keeping his sounds contained in the leather of her gloves as he died. It did not take long; her hunting knife cut into him like butter, purposefully angling his body back slightly so that the blood poured out onto his chest, rather than splattering all over the ground. 

She kept her movements smooth and silent, slinking up the stairs like a cat. Luca and two of his soldiers were climbing the stairs quickly, their focus up above, where Tommy had been, and not down below. The fourth member of their party had fallen behind a little, taking too long to try to peer out a dirty window. Quick as a viper, Lily darted forward, and repeated the movements she had just inflicted upon the first Italian, hand clamping over his mouth and carving into his throat with her knife. 

It was risky, taking him like that out in the open on the stairwell. But they were still in the shadows, Luca and his men so far up ahead and focused on getting Tommy that they weren’t even considering what might be creeping up on them from behind. Still, after setting the body of her second victim down on the stone steps, Lily pressed her back against the most shaded wall, waiting until she heard the men step out onto the terrace of the level that Tommy had been shooting at them from. Not that Tommy would be there anymore. 

She knew where he was headed next, just like she knew a shortcut through this very stairwell that would lead her right to him. 

Halfway up the stairs, she heard an exchange of gunfire from somewhere nearby, her shoulders instinctually drawing in until she realized that it wasn’t for her. It lasted only for a few moments, and then there was silence once more. She continued to race up the stairs, swallowing the bead of fear in her throat. 

Please be okay.

She had to figure that he was, otherwise she’d have been hearing the shouts and jeers of victory from the Italians right about now. Angling her head up, she adjusted her grip on the knife, and continued her ascent. 

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Tommy shouldered his way past the sheets hanging from the clotheslines. They fluttered and twitched in the breeze, surprisingly heavy as he pushed through them.

He flinched at the blast of gunfire that sharply followed him, pushing his legs to run faster, barely keeping ahead of the stream of bullets that clinked audibly where they smashed into the railing that lined the roof. The Italian man who had shot at him in the stairwell was still following him. 

Tommy raced to the door that led off the roof, then hesitated. The Italian had stopped firing, fidgeting to reload his gun. Fast and silent, Tommy ducked and weaved through the white and blue sheets, taking care to avoid stirring them and giving away his approach. 

He came to a stop when he could see the silhouette of the man through the large, white swath of cloth hanging between them. He fired at it, teeth gritting savagely, bullet casings falling to the ground with a tinkle of metal. The white sheet stained red.     

There was a shout to his right, and he mentally cursed at the realization that the Italian had brought a friend with him, the man’s rifle already half raised to point at Tommy’s chest. 

His movements were impeded by a sudden, violent jerk, eyes going wide as saucers, a hand flying to his throat as a knife embedded itself in the space just below his ear. He went down like a bag of rocks. 

“You alright?” Lily asked, jogging out from behind the fluttering sheets, going to the Italian where he had crumpled and unceremoniously yanking her knife from his neck.

“Yeah. Are you?” he reached out a hand to her, helping her to straighten, looking her over for injuries.

“Yeah.”

“Right. Come on,” he beckoned. She followed right behind him as he pushed his way back through the swaths of drying sheets, leading the way inside. They burst through doors, into apartments containing huddled family members, staring back at them with terrified eyes. Tommy shouted orders for everyone to stay down and inside. Not just in the hopes that they would listen to him and remain out of the crossfire, but also to draw Luca in and after him with the sound of his bellowing voice. 

“Do they know you’re with me yet?” he asked Lily as they rushed down a hallway. 

“I don’t think so. I’ve gotten three so far,” she stopped as they came to a staircase. “You go ahead. I’ll stay here and hunt them through the halls. I think that I might be able to get one or two more.”

Tommy hesitated, the thought of just leaving there making his stomach churn. “I don’t…”

“They’re so focused on you, it’ll be a wonder if they see me at all.” She was reaching up to tuck her hair more securely under her cap to hide the distinctive shock of red. “Most likely they’ll just think I’m a tenant of the building. A tiny little woman in an apartment building full of women and children? They won’t give me a second glance.”

“Unless they recognize you.”

She gave him a look, touching his cheek. “I’ll be careful.”

He glanced nervously at the hallway behind her. There was no time to argue. And he trusted that she knew what she was doing. He stooped low to kiss her.

“Be safe.”

“You too.” She took a step back from him, twirling her hunting knife. “Go.”

He cast her one last look, and took off climbing the stairs. 

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“Luca,” Matteo hissed from over his shoulder. “Luca,” he repeated, when he didn’t answer right away. 

“What?” Luca growled back, head snapping around the glare at him like an angered dog. 

“Where are Vincenzo and Sal?”

Luca looked back down the hall where his men were lined up behind him. Vincenzo, Sal, and Frankie had met up with them inside the apartment, having already swept the lower levels. Good thing, too, considering that Marco and Dante weren’t with them. Strange; he’d thought that they had followed him inside, but they must have stayed out on the square.  

But now all he could see were Frankie and Rocco behind him and Matteo. 

“Did you tell them to break off?” Luca asked, annoyance sharpening his tone to that of a needle, eyes narrowing in slits at Matteo.

“No! I didn’t say a thing to them.”

His face twitched in frustration, fighting back the urge to shout. “Useless motherfuckers…” they would be in for a sharp reprimand when this was all over. Breaking plans and formation without orders…

“Do you think Shelby might’ve gotten them?”

Luca gave him an unimpressed look. “How?” Unless Shelby had suddenly changed his tactics from shooting to a silent method of killing, or, even more unlikely, managed to somehow sneak around and behind them, there was no way he could have picked off Marco, Dante, Vincenzo, or Sal. 

No, it was just his men thinking that they knew better than him. Fucking Matteo, encouraging everyone to read that book about taking initiative a few months ago. What was so wrong with just being a good fucking soldier and listening to your superior officer?

He couldn’t focus on that now. All that mattered was getting Shelby. He was so close. So close to getting the vengeance and justice he had dreamed of for over a year. He would bring Shelby’s head to his mother, he decided. As a gift. She could mount it on her wall. Or place it on a stake outside her house for the crows to feed upon. 

He shook his head sharply, and, like a panther stalking its prey through the jungle, began to lead the way down the hall.  

∗ ∗ ∗

Frankie peered into the apartments, eyes sweeping over the mother laying facedown on the floor, both arms around her two children, holding them tight against her. She peaked up at him through a curtain of dark hair, gaze massive and terrified.

The creaking of floorboards behind him made him jump, spinning around, gun raised and at the ready. There was no one there, but he swore that he saw a flash of movement through the crack of the door behind him. Rifle still raised, he inched towards it, chancing one quick glance back at where Luca, Matteo, and Rocco were advancing in front of him, heading towards a staircase at the end of the hall, checking inside each apartment as they went.

He pushed the door to the flat open with his fingertips, immediately replacing the hand on his rifle, steadying his aim, preparing to fire upon Shelby the first moment he saw him. 

Instead, he was met with a tiny woman crouched down on the floor, her knees pulled up to her chest, head bent to bury her face in them. She had on a large dark coat, and he wondered if she had just gotten in when the shooting began.

A tad disappointed, but also distinctly relieved, at the lack of the man they were seeking, Frankie huffed, lowering his weapon and turning away. Luca had said that they were not to harm any civilians. 

He failed to see the blood from Vincenzo and Sal that was staining the woman’s hands, her face so properly hidden from him that he could not make out the splatter of red across one of her pale cheeks, the dark folds of her coat covering the crimson-slathered blade of a hunting knife laying by her feet.

Nor did he have time to process the greatness of the mistake he had made, as the second that he turned his back on the woman, she sprang up with near-paranormal, inhuman speed and silence, seized him from behind, and began to saw into his throat with her knife.

∗ ∗ ∗

Her hands were wet and sticky, the mixture of the Italian’s blood coating them almost entirely. It was mostly from the last two. The last one in particular, had made a considerable mess. 

Though to be fair, there was a good reason for that. 

She could feel blood sticking to her face and wetting her waistcoat and shirt. 

At least no one would ever be able to say that she was afraid to get her hands dirty. The coppery smell seemed to envelope her, familiar and metallic.

She flexed her fingers around the prize she had collected from the last one she’d killed. A little gift for Luca, should they manage to cross paths during this whole bloody affair.

He hadn’t seemed all that concerned that so many of his men had vanished. Too hyper-fixated on Tommy to think of anything else, she assumed. He would be regretting that soon enough.  

She heard a few horrified gasps from some of the tenants who saw what she had clenched in her hand as she passed by their doors, but for the most part, everyone remained silent, waiting with baited breath for the gangsters to leave.

Lily paid them no mind as she moved to the stairs, taking them down towards the exit that led out onto the street. If Tommy had gone upstairs and then went out and down the fire escape, they should meet in approximately the same place. 

The sudden cacophony of shooting suddenly thundered from outside, the sound making her wince, fingers tightening around her knife, footsteps hastening down the stairs.  

∗ ∗ ∗

“Come on, me and you, Tommy,” Luca jeered, standing out in the middle of the street with his arms spread wide. “Come on.” His machine gun was empty, tossed haphazardly to the ground. He’d ordered Matteo to stand down. He waited with baited breath, watching hungrily as Shelby slowly emerged from his cover, stepping out, gun clutched in his right hand, footsteps loud as thunder as they slowly drew nearer. Luca felt the semblance of a smile emblazon itself upon his face as he stared down his enemy. This was it. 

This was what he had been waiting all this time for. 

He began to recite the prayer in his head, the one that he had always known would be the one he’d say just before putting a bullet in the face of the man who had stolen his father and brother from him. From his coat, he drew his gun. Shelby’s blue eyes stared at him intensely. He looked like a big cat or a wolf, prepared to pounce at any moment.

But Luca had shot wolves before. On a hunting trip with his father in the mountains in Italy.

He cocked the gun, eyes narrowing slightly, ready to move…

“Hey, Luca!” A voice suddenly shouted from his right. A voice that he recognized. And suddenly he could hear his mother whispering in his ear. 

“Wherever Thomas Shelby goes, the Red Demon is never far behind.”

She was walking towards him with purposeful, measured steps, black coat swirling around her legs, dark red hair pulled back out of her face. She wore the cap of the Peaky Blinders atop her head, and when she turned her head just the right way, he could see the faint glint of the razors sewn into the brim. Blood was splattered across one of her cheeks, and there was something vicious and mad blazing in her dark gaze. When she saw him looking at her, her face stretched into a wide grin. She held something dripping and grotesque up in her hand. 

“Is this yours?” she shouted, and threw it at him.

He stared, in open-mouthed horror, as Frankie’s head bounced and rolled across the pavement, settling at his feet face-up. Frankie’s eyes were open wide, staring up at him with his mouth slackened into a horrified O. As if begging for Luca to save him. 

He looked up, and the demon was standing there, grin widening, mad eyes electric with mirth.

A realization, violent and terrible, came crashing down upon him. 

She had been there the whole time, and they had not seen her. 

Where were the rest of his men? Probably splayed out in that apartment building, having suffered the same fate as poor Frankie. 

As poor Alessio, too. 

He had thought that it was those savages Shelby had hired from the mountains who had killed his cousin, but this suggested something else.

It had been her. Lillian Callaghan. The Red Demon. Thomas Shelby’s bitch, who had cleaved his cousin’s head from his shoulders.

His mother had been right. He had not listened to her warnings, but she had been right.

Everything, from Callaghan’s announcement of her presence to Luca’s earth shattering realization, happened within the span of about ten seconds. Behind him, Shelby had his arm raised, gun cocked and ready to fire at the back of his head. 

And then the police arrived. 

They began firing upon them almost immediately, rushing from their vans to swarm them Luca ducked. Shelby tried to fire at him a few times, but missed, and Luca cringed away against the onslaught of gunfire from the gangster and the police, turning heel and racing down the street with Matteo in tow. 

The police gave chase, but were easy to lose in the winding alleyways. The moment they were sure they’d lost them, he and Matteo leaned against the cool brick walls, panting. Luca bent over to clutch at his knees, staring at nothing as Matteo began to ramble off frantic questions that he did not really hear into his ear. 

Before arriving in Birmingham, Luca had made a list of potential problems and caveats that would need to be dealt with so that they could not impede his mission in enacting his vengeance on Tommy Shelby and his entire family.

The Jewish gang in London had been on the list. As had the Romani people with such close ties to Shelby that they were practically blood. And the people of Small Heath, who for some inconceivable reason, seemed to have developed some sort of fondness for Shelby and his gang. 

And now, Lillian Callaghan was at the top of that fucking list. 

∗ ∗ ∗

It took both her and Moss to pry away the three officers who had swarmed onto Tommy. Moss was furious, shouting at both Tommy and his men in equal measure. 

“There are three bodies that need cleaning up,” Tommy told him, still a little out of breath, reaching into his pocket and holding out a wad of bills.

“Nine,” Lily corrected. They both looked at her with wide eyes. She shrugged. “I got six.”

Moss shook his head, cursing under his breath.

“Come on,” Tommy mumbled, indicating for her to follow him as Moss turned to bark more orders to the officers under his command. Why the fuck did they have to show up then? They’d had Luca. 

Neither of them said anything for most of the walk back to the Shelby’s house, Lily digging around in her pocket for a handkerchief that she wiped her face and hands on. Tommy was sullen the whole walk, head down and lips set in a deep frown. 

“It’s not all bad,” Lily tried to raise his spirits. “We didn’t get Luca, but we got a whole lot of his men. Enough to make a dent in his forces.”

He just grunted. She sighed, patting his arm.

Polly was waiting for them inside, a clove cigarette clutched between her fingers, lines of worry etched onto her face. There were several other finished black cigarettes already stubbed out in the ashtray. Clearly she had been smoking and pacing anxiously for a while. 

“You alright?” she asked them, taking a cautious step forward once they were inside. Tommy nodded, silently going to put his rifle away. Polly watched him go, then turned back to Lily, eyes bugging a little out of her head at the sight of her bloodied shirt and waistcoat. “My God–”

“It’s not mine,” Lily assured, waving her away. Tommy came back, collapsing in a chair, pulling a cigarette from his case. Lily moved around to stand behind him, smoothing her fingers along his hair. “I need to go change. I’ll be right back.”

He nodded. Polly frowned. Lily pecked the top of his head, squeezing his shoulder and darting upstairs to their room, stripping out of her bloodied clothes and into some fresh, clean ones, taking a detour to the washroom to make sure she’d gotten all of the blood off of her face and hands. 

By the time she came downstairs, she could hear the rumble of engines as the rest of the family pulled up outside. Charlie was playing in the sitting room, while they all gathered in the kitchen. 

She sat down in the chair in front of where Tommy stood, twitching with her rings and smoking, not saying much at all as he debriefed with the other family members. The adrenaline was finally starting to leave her system, leaving her to feel jittery. 

“Look, I didn’t get Luca, but I got three. All right? Lily got six. That’s it. That’s what happened,” Tommy explained.

Johnny Dogs whistled. “Six, eh, Callaghan? You’re giving all of us a run for our money.”

She smiled slightly, still fiddling with her hands, shrugging bashfully. “I got lucky.”

There were footsteps behind them, as Charlie bounded into the doorway. Tommy scooped him up, hoisting him to rest on his hip. Soon, everyone was rising from their seats, Arthur insisting that she and Tommy come with them for a drink. She raised from her chair, shaking out her hands, giving little Charlie a soft smile and a gentle ruffle to his blonde hair. 

“You owe me lunch,” she mumbled into Tommy’s ear as they made for the door. He looked at her with a raised brow, head cocking while his lips quirked as he remembered their agreement from before the ambush. 

“Mm. I suppose I do, don’t I?”

She giggled, and placed a kiss to his cheek. 

∗ ∗ ∗

Tommy watched Lily shield a yawn with her hand, squinting at the print on the paper she was reading. Dark circles had appeared under her eyes since they’d returned to the office, and he could recognize the telltale unsteadiness that so often settled in after a situation like the one they’d found themselves in earlier that day.

Shifting in his chair, he glanced over at the pictures on his desk, eyes settling on the ones of Grace. One was just of her by herself, a professional photo taken during her days working as an operative, and the other from not long before her death, baby Charlie settled in her lap. 

Tommy looked away, gaze focused up on the ceiling miserably. God; what she would have thought of them…

He stood suddenly, well aware that if he continued to just sit there and stew in his own thoughts, he would drown in them. 

“Why don’t you go ahead and head home?” he suggested, hand landing on Lily’s shoulder. She looked up at him quizzically. 

“Are you sure?”

“Mhm. I won’t be long. I promise.”

She considered, then nodded. “Okay.” She must have been even more tired than he thought. He took the papers from her, tossing them over onto the desk while she went and got her coat. He followed her to the door, Lily turning and giving him a quick kiss.

“I’ll see you soon.”

He nodded. “Less than an hour.” Really, all he needed to do was put everything away and lock up for the evening. She gave his arms a strong squeeze, and ducked out the door, mumbling a soft goodbye to Lizzie who was still at her desk.

Tommy busied himself tucking things away and tidying his desk, before going to the shelf of liquor that he kept, pulling out a cigarette and fumbling with a glass. He’d have one last drink, lock everything up, and go home to Lily and Charlie. It would feel good to just lay in bed with Lily on his chest, listening to her breathing while she slept, his fingers carding delicately through her soft red hair. 

The door opened, and Lizzie stepped in. He glanced back at her, then again to the decanters of alcohol. 

“Want a drink, Lizzie? I’ve had a hard day.”

He heard the door click shut behind her when she leaned her back against it. While he had been keeping his distance since the whole incident between her and May, he still tried to be kind and respectful towards her. She was part of the family, after all.

“I don’t drink whiskey or gin anymore, Tom,” Lizzie said after a long pause.

“Why not?” he asked, pouring a glass for himself.

And then she dropped seven little words that carried with them the promise of yanking his entire world completely off its axis:

“Because they say it harms the baby.”

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[laurenschaenzer]

Two Truths One Lie……. And a Surprise

The set was alive with excitement, the bright lights casting a glow as the crew made final adjustments. Amanda stood confidently in front of the camera, smiling at the viewers.

“Hey everyone, welcome back to another Smosh video!” Amanda called, giving a playful wave. “Today, we’ve got something super fun planned. We’re playing Two Truths, One Lie with Spenser and (Y/N), but here’s the twist—if the person guessing gets it wrong, they get sprayed with a water gun! And if they guess right, they get to spray the person who asked the question. It’s all about the laughs and the surprises, so get ready for some chaos!”

The camera zoomed out, showing Spenser and (Y/N) seated across from each other at a table, grinning with playful tension in the air. Angela, Tommy, and Amanda sat nearby, ready for the madness to unfold.

Spenser was practically buzzing with energy. “Alright, I’m ready. Let’s get this over with,” he said, leaning back and crossing his arms with a smug grin.

(Y/N) smirked back, clearly excited. “You’ll be fine… until you guess wrong,” she teased.

Amanda gave a quick nod to the camera. “Alright, let’s jump right in. You guys know the rules—let’s get started.”

(Y/N) went first. She leaned forward, her eyes glinting with mischief as she set the stage for her turn. “Okay, here we go. One: I once met Joe Jonas in an elevator. Two: I’ve never broken a bone. Three: I hate pickles.”

Spenser squinted at her, clearly thinking hard about it. “Hmm, I’m gonna guess the pickles one is the lie. No one hates pickles, that’s just… wrong.”

“Is that your final answer?” (Y/N) asked, a grin tugging at her lips.

“Yep. No one can hate pickles,” Spenser replied confidently.

(Y/N) didn’t say a word. Instead, she reached for the water gun that was sitting nearby and aimed it directly at him.

“WHAT?!” Spenser sputtered, wiping his face.

(Y/N) grinned mischievously. “Yep, I hate pickles. Always have.”

“Well, that’s a plot twist,” Spenser said, laughing through his wet facial hair. “Alright, my turn now. Let’s see if I can get you back.”

Spenser wasn’t going to go down without a fight. “Alright, here we go. One: I once got locked in a bathroom at a concert. Two: I’ve never had a cavity. Three: I’m allergic to cats.”

(Y/N) gave him a skeptical look, clearly thinking it over. “Okay, I’m going to guess that your allergic to cats—that’s the lie.”

Spenser raised an eyebrow. “You’re sure about that?”

“Yep,” she said confidently. “You can’t be allergic to cats you’ve hung out with mine.

“Well, you’re wrong!” Spenser declared with a grin. “I have had plenty of cavities, my friend.”

(Y/N)’s eyes widened in surprise. “No way! How have I never known that?”

Spenser smirked. “I guess I just keep it under wraps and also I take medication.”

“Alright, time for payback,” Spenser said, grabbing the water gun and spraying (y/n) with a quick shot. The mist of water left him laughing as she wiped her face.

“Guess I walked right into that one,” she chuckled.

Moving on to (Y/N)’s final round:

Now, it was (Y/N)’s turn. She felt a wave of nervous energy sweep over her as she prepared for the final round—the moment that would change everything. This wasn’t just any regular round. It was the one where she would reveal their biggest secret, the secret that had stayed hidden for over a year.

With a deep breath, (Y/N) began, “Alright, here we go. One: I have a fear of clowns. Two: I’ve been to Paris. And three: I’m pregnant.”

The room went eerily silent. Spenser blinked, his mind racing. He looked at her, his brows furrowed, trying to figure it out.

“Pregnant? Nah, that’s gotta be the lie,” he said after a long pause, his voice laced with disbelief. “That’s… too big to just throw out there like that.”

(Y/N) didn’t say anything. Instead, she slowly reached down beneath the table, her heart pounding as she grabbed the pregnancy test she had hidden there.

Just as Spenser’s smile grew wider, confident in his guess, (Y/N) quickly grabbed the water gun and sprayed him square in the face, making him sputter. He wiped his eyes, shocked .

“You really sprayed me? Again?” he laughed, his eyes a little wide from the surprise.

(Y/N) took a deep breath, her heart racing, and calmly pulled out the pregnancy test. “I’m serious, Spenser,” she said, holding the test up for him to see.

The blue line was unmistakable. There was no denying it.

“Wait… wait—WHAT?!” Spenser shouted, eyes bulging in complete disbelief. He looked from the test to (Y/N), his voice trembling. “No way. You’re pregnant?”

Angela’s chair scraped loudly against the floor as she shot up, her hands flying to her mouth. “OH MY GOD,” she screamed, her eyes wide. “No freaking way!”

Tommy’s eyes went comically wide, and his jaw dropped. He stood up so quickly that he knocked over his chair. “ARE YOU SERIOUS?! This is insane!” He was practically shouting in excitement, not sure how to process the news.

Amanda, who had been trying to hold it together, stood frozen, mouth agape. “I… I don’t know what to say!” she gasped, clearly in shock. She blinked rapidly, as if trying to process the revelation. “This… is huge!”

What the—?” Spenser blinked, the realization dawning on him. He looked at (Y/N), his mouth hanging open as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

“That’s… that’s real?” Spenser’s voice cracked, and (Y/N) nodded, still smiling, but now with a softness in her expression that she hadn’t shown before.

Angela and Amanda exchanged shocked looks, while Tommy let out a low whistle. “That’s a plot twist I didn’t see coming,” he murmured under his breath.

(Y/N) turned to the camera, finally breaking the news to the world. “Well, I guess we’re letting the world in on our little secret. We’ve been dating for over a year now, and yes… I’m pregnant. And yes, I’m pretty sure Spenser’s going to need a few minutes to process all this.”

(Y/N) smiled softly, her nervousness melting away. “Yeah, we’re going to be parents.”

Angela, still in shock, stumbled backward, barely catching herself on her chair. “I’m literally falling out of my chair, you two!” she cried, laughing and covering her face. “How did we not know?!”

Tommy screamed again, clapping his hands. “This is wild! You’re going to be parents! I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS!”

Amanda finally took a step forward, her voice trembling. “I’m just… I’m so happy for you both,” she said, her eyes welling up. “This is such amazing news!”

Spenser was still looking at (Y/N) in disbelief, shaking his head in awe. “I can’t believe it. I can’t believe we’re doing this,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. Then, his eyes softened, and he gently pulled her into a hug. “We’re going to be parents,” he said, his voice full of emotion.

The crew surrounded them, laughing, cheering, and still processing the massive surprise. What started as a simple game had turned into a moment that would change their lives forever.

As the room continued buzzing with excitement, Spenser looked at (Y/N), still in a state of shock and awe. His hand gently brushed hers, and he gave her a look that was a mixture of disbelief and overwhelming love.

Spenser took a deep breath, still trying to process everything that had just unfolded.

“I can’t believe this… we’re going to be parents,” he whispered, his voice full of emotion.

(Y/N) smiled softly, her heart full as she met his gaze. “I know. It’s crazy, right?”

He stepped closer, his eyes never leaving hers. Slowly, he cupped her face with one hand, his thumb gently grazing her cheek. There was a moment of quiet between them, the world around them disappearing for just a few seconds.

Then, without saying another word, Spenser leaned down and pressed his lips to hers in a gentle, sweet kiss. The kiss was soft but full of so much emotion—relief, joy, and the realization that their lives were about to change forever.

[violetgarlends]

Unhinged thoughts Disclaimer

MQ's dirty talk post the first pregnancy would be so focused on breeding FX again. He has unlocked new kinks during the first round and they refuse to be locked again.

He very much wants to see Feng Xin big bellied with the second round while caring for the first children. Xie Lian, get the water spray. Your cat is wildin out

don’t worry i love getting asks about unhinged smutty thoughts. we’re all unhinged here

Mu Qing is 100% unlocking a breeding/pregnancy kink and he is never going to be able to get rid of. He might’ve been able to hide it for 800 years, but after seeing Feng Xin all round and pregnant??? oh he’s never ever going to be able to go back. he’s going to need to knot him so bad 🤭

and who could blame him??? The image of Feng Xin pregnant and holding his first babies is just…god!!! fuck!!!

The image of Xie Lian spritzing him with water is killing me. he should. i need him sopping wet and pathetic

[munsonology]

Just saw that anime nunny pic and thought if eddie is being a pest, her squirting her breast milk at him like water gun warfare

Imagine it getting to the point where she was like "no" and squirts him like a cat with a spray bottle and hes like "for god sake will you stop that" 😭😭

On my god bestie 😭😭 what if it’s one of the side effects of being pregnant with that demon baby 🧎🏽‍♀️Eddie loves suckling on her teet but he hates how unpredictable her temporary abilities are.

“No boob for you! I’m mad at you!”

Nunny pushes past him to the bathroom to finish her nighttime routine, robe trailing behind her. Eddie follows behind her. He watches from the doorway of her struggling to reach her toothbrush with her stomach so big.

“Baby, I didn’t mean too—”

“You asked the priest if our son could be baptized with the book of Lucifer!”

Eddie couldn’t help but hide his smile. She was going on and on, running that mouth he wants to fill. She was so cute when mad at him. Flinging her arms in the air, her robe slipped off her shoulder, and fuck she had the perfect nipples. Her breasts had grown heavy with the pregnancy and he couldn’t get enough of playing with them. His cock stirred seeing a bit of milk drip from her nipple.

He looked up from her tits to see her angrily staring at him. Her hand wrapped around her tit.

“Here! Since this is all you seem to care about!”

She squeezed her tit, milk shot out of her nipple and right to his face.

“Hey!”

“That’s for not listening just now!”

She shot at him again. When did she become the lebron james of tit milk?

“Ok that’s enough—for god sake will you stop that! Nunny!”

“Oh, so you do listen! The next time you want to bring your father up in a fucking church I’ll impale you on his pitchfork myself!”

“…he doesn’t have—”

Nunny rushed over to him and pushes Eddie out the doorway. He lands on their bed, surprise on his face and a cock harder than it’s ever been. In the mirror, he can see her reflection. Her skin is red, horns protrude from her head, and teeth sharp. A startling contrast to the Nunny right in front of him.

“Sleep on the couch tonight,” she said darkly. “If you know what’s good for you.”

“What if you need help, baby? You’re not feeling yourself.”

“Then I’ll ask one of your hounds.”

“You don’t speak their language!”

“The baby does. He’ll translate.”

Nunny hastily tightens her robe around her and slips her feet in her crocs. “It’s late, where are you going?!”

“To the church! Is that ok with you?!” Her voice thundered throughout the apartment. He heard the front door slam shut.

You don’t listen, father.

The baby.

“What did you do to your mother?”

Stay away from my mother.

“You little shit, I was here before you.”

And I’ll be here after you. You’re in my world after all.

[iminyourwallslmao]

Alrylixx

I was bored and went on Wattpad to show off ocs I make and explain about them because sometimes I'm proud of them. I make them off of Gacha cause I'm shit at drawing

Also this is less of an oc and more so inspiration with the hair, horns, and possibly eyes off the YouTuber, oh and also name

Oc ^

Warnings for this character;

Teen pregnancy, mentions of abortion, parents disowning child, possible abuse, and mentions of sa. If I miss any warnings let me know

Name ~ Alrylixx Ramsey

Nickname ~ Al, Lixx, Alry

Age ~ 16

Birthday ~ 10/2 (October 2)

What fandom she's an oc in ~ Tokyo Ghoul

~ Relationships

Mom ~ Not close. It'll get explained in the backstory

Dad ~ Not close. Explanation in backstory

Older brother ~ Obie - 23 - Close

Son ~ Lennox ~ 7 weeks

Ability ~ Weather control

Species ~ Possibly a half ghoul tho it's unknown

Pet ~ Abyssinian cat named Duke

Appearance ~ Alrylixx is a young teen girl with really pale skin. She has long white hair that's tied in a ponytail hair, it reaches to her upper back then. She has black horns. She has light blue eyes with red almost diamond shaped pupils, and white eyelashes. She has a scar across her right eye. She wears a cropped navy blue top with a dark blue, with light pink at the end body suit underneath it, with a diamond hole on her outfit to show stomach. She has black fishnets with dark blue with a bit of light pink thigh high. She has the height of 5'4 - 5'5 and has rectangular body shape

Personality ~ Calm, kind, experienced with life. She's a very calm person, she has more patient then you would expect from a teenager, especially one that got pregnant. She can still get angry and snap, but living in her household and getting raised by her brother got her to be more calm and patient and kind and have her a lot of experience

Likes ~ Herself, not on a narcissist or bad level, she is just confident in her looks. Her son, her older brother, her cat, and her outfit style

Dislikes ~ Ghouls, her parents, school (for personal reasons and not because it's school), pregnancy, and losing her son and brother

Fears ~ Losing her loved ones

What language they speak ~ Japanese (and English cause it's her natural language)

Partner ~ No one. Tho she did have a crush on Kaneki before he was turned

Sexuality ~ PansexualGender ~ Female. She/Her pronouns

Music taste ~ Nightcore (I think it came out in like 2001 bur correct me if I'm wrong)Height ~ 5'5

Occupation ~ Cashier at a store

Fighting style ~ She doesn't fight much but when she does she usually just does a quick kick or punch that hurts

Weapon ~ Small pocket knife and pepper spray

Strength ~ Her calmness, patience, kindness, her physical strength, and her smarts

Weakness ~ Sometimes can be a bit too trusting but that's not a lot

~ Stats

Running ~ 4/10

Jumping ~ 2/10

Reflexes ~ 8/10

Teamwork ~ 6/10

Throwing ~ 9/10

Stamina ~ 7/10

Backstory ~ Alrylixx grew up in a very toxic household. When she was born she didn't get watched and her older brother had to raise them both. Later on in life, around middle school, she got picked on and bullied when they found out her mom is a stripper. It got into highschool where she got sa by a teacher, she told the principal but he didn't do nothing. She then told her brother who then ended up suing the school and the teacher. But that same year, she met a boy, they ended up having sex and she gotten pregnant. They used a condom but it must've broke. Well when she told the boy she was pregnant, he freaked out and said hell no and week later he moved. She then didn't know what to do as her brother is in college. Well she told her parents to see if they would be good parents but they kicked her out and disowned her. She ran to her brother's place, which he lives in an apartment with 3 other college kids. They let her stay and she got her stuff and stayed with them. They helped her with pregnancy and one of them had a gf who came over a lot and so she took her to the doctor's for ultrasounds. When she gave birth, everyone was freaking out, luckily the gf was over and was able to get Alrylixx into the car and drove to the hospital, the others got into one of their cars and went. Alrylixx wanted the gf in the room with her so she could have comfort from someone she's close to and not one of the boys from obvious reasons and ofc she said yes. She gave birth to a healthy baby boy as we all know as Lennox

She lost contact with all her friends after she was kicked out. And she lived in America but moved in highschool

Rating (my own personal rating for her) ~ 9/10

Honestly I probably forgot a few things cause it's been forever since I watched Tokyo Ghoul

I probably forgot about things but meh who cares

First post

[stormclouds-chainmail]

[Image description: Series of tweets in a twitter thread, by Jeeyon Shim (@ JeeyonShim)

Tweet 1: Someone in the neighbouring building is arguing with her partner about today's catastrophic SCOTUS ruling and she's taking no prisoners, good for her

Tweet 2: "So you're trying to tell me that I can't even make you wash your hands every time you use the bathroom, but you think you get to make me carry a pregnancy to term, no matter what it might do to me?" Girl dump him NOW (plain text: now, in all caps)

Tweet 3: "You don't think you hate women but you do, you hate us and you're too stupid to even realize it" how is this man not just a pile of hissing cinders on the floor by now

Tweet 4: "You won't believe what he just said" - Onion. Attached are two photos of a longhaired white cat looking out the window.

Tweet 5: I thought they were done because it got quiet enough I thought I'd be able to settle in for bedtime but she sudden bellowed "THOMAS AQUINAS? That's all you have to say, is Thomas FUCKING Aquinas???" So I think that he just failed whatever retorical gamble he attempted. (Plaintext: Thomas Aquinas? That's all you have to say, is Thomas fucking Aquinas???)

Tweet 6: SHE DUMPED HIM (Plain text: She dumped him with four celebration emojis of the noise maker spraying confetti)

End description]

[binkysezso]

I am obligated to traipse around my neighborhood because I don’t have a fenced yard for my dog.

He has yet to meet another dog, person, cat, deer, crow, seagull or wind blown plastic bag rolling that he doesn’t demand to make its acquaintance.

Even before my dog took up residence 3 years ago I generally walked my neighborhood nearly daily. Becoming familiar with the random bits and bobs that stick out the landscape and signify stories to be told.

Some are permanently inscribed on the landscape like the slogan at the Goodwill - something about changing lives- which on reflection, is probably more of a C suite net gain- there’s a story for sure at Goodwill that things are not as they seem.

Some are more temporary. Like the older model full size made out of real metal truck with the mangled passenger side headlight surround that’s been jacked together with spray foam, wire and ingenuity. That has see through parts but somehow still gives the impression of solid state construction. It’s a story of Detroit, shade tree homegrown know how and make it work fixedness.

Some are ephemeral but seem to have a bigger backstory. Like the discarded pee stick from a home pregnancy test lying a few feet from the garbage cans that weren’t put away from yesterday’s trash pick up. There’s a couple of kids bikes leaned up on the garage where the cans belong and there’s that sense that nobody is home.

Those sticks that herald life altering news seem to be important if not sacred- that after use are solemnly disposed of no matter the result. They are a keepsake (if only for a moment) of hope or conversely a confirmation of a regretted reality. Even so they represent a very private knowledge of a singularly personal experience. So the used test stick in the liminal dirt between garbage receptacle and home where children reside that lays forgotten and exposed to wind and rain says what?

What stories can be imagined as true that give context and meaning to this pregnancy test that has fulfilled its designed purpose in private and then discarded into the public?

[mrvethospitals]

The Health Advantages of Spaying and Neutering Cats

Cats are adorable, mischievous, and sometimes aloof creatures that capture our hearts. But as cat owners, we have responsibilities that extend beyond providing food and a cozy bed. One critical aspect of responsible pet ownership is spaying and neutering. Understanding the health benefits of spaying and neutering cats is crucial, not just for your furry friend’s well-being but for the broader community.

Spaying and Neutering Cats

Understanding Spaying and Neutering Cats

What is Spaying? Spaying involves surgically removing the uterus and ovaries from female cats. This process prevents them from going into heat and eliminates the possibility of pregnancy.

What is Neutering? Neutering, or castration, involves the surgical removal of a male cat’s testicles. This procedure renders them sterile and reduces behaviors associated with mating instincts.

Differences Between Spaying and Neutering While both procedures aim to prevent reproduction, spaying pertains to females, and neutering refers to males. Each has unique health and behavioral benefits specific to the cat’s gender.

Preventing Overpopulation

The Problem of Cat Overpopulation Cat overpopulation is a significant issue, leading to millions of stray and feral cats living in harsh conditions. Overcrowded shelters often have to euthanize cats due to lack of space and resources.

How Spaying and Neutering Help Spaying and neutering are effective ways to control the cat population. By preventing unwanted litters, we can reduce the number of homeless cats and the strain on animal shelters.

Statistics on Stray and Shelter Cats Every year, almost 3.2 million cats are brought into American animal shelters, according to the ASPCA. Approximately 860,000 of them are euthanized. Neutering and spaying can drastically lower these numbers.

Health and Behavioral Benefits for Female Cats

Spaying female cats offers significant health benefits by eliminating the risk of pyometra, a severe and potentially life-threatening uterine infection. It also drastically reduces the risk of developing breast cancer, which is often malignant, if done before the first heat cycle. Additionally, spaying removes the ovaries, entirely eliminating the risk of ovarian cancer and contributing to a healthier, longer life for your cat.

Health and Behavioral Benefits for Male Cats

Neutering male cats offers numerous health benefits by removing the testicles, thus eliminating the risk of testicular cancer and significantly reducing the likelihood of prostate problems, including infections and benign prostatic hyperplasia (BPH). It also lowers the risk of infections related to mating behaviors, such as feline immunodeficiency virus (FIV). Additionally, neutering curbs undesirable behaviors like spraying strong-smelling urine to mark territory, reduces aggression and fighting over mates, and diminishes the instinct to roam in search of partners, resulting in a cleaner, safer, and more manageable pet.

Long-Term Health and Longevity

Spayed and neutered cats tend to live longer due to reduced risks of certain cancers and infections. Their overall health often improves as they avoid complications associated with reproduction and hormonal fluctuations. Additionally, with fewer health issues and a more stable temperament, spayed and neutered cats enjoy a higher quality of life, forming stronger bonds with their owners.

Myths and Misconceptions

Common Myths About Spaying and Neutering There are many myths surrounding spaying and neutering, such as it being unnatural or harmful to the pet’s health.

Debunking These Myths Spaying and neutering are safe, standard procedures endorsed by veterinarians worldwide. They do not cause harm when performed by a professional.

Providing Factual Information Educating pet owners with factual information helps dispel fears and misconceptions, encouraging responsible decisions about pet health.

The Spaying and Neutering Process

What to Expect Before the Procedure Pre-surgery, your vet will provide instructions, such as fasting your cat and ensuring they are in good health for the operation.

During the Procedure The surgery is performed under general anesthesia, and the vet will make small incisions to remove the reproductive organs.

Post-Surgery Care After the procedure, your cat will need rest and limited activity. Your vet will provide guidelines for post-operative care to ensure a smooth recovery.

When to Spay or Neuter Your Cat

Kittens can be spayed or neutered as young as eight weeks old, but it is often recommended to wait until they are at least five to six months old. Signs that it’s time for the procedure include the onset of heat cycles in females and territorial behaviors in males, such as spraying or increased aggression. Consulting with a veterinarian is crucial to determine the best timing and approach for spaying or neutering your cat, ensuring the procedure is done safely and at the most appropriate stage of development for optimal health benefits.

Impact on the Community

Spaying and neutering cats significantly impact the community by reducing the number of strays, thereby decreasing the overall cat population and mitigating issues associated with feral communities. This reduction benefits local wildlife by lessening predation, contributing to a balanced ecosystem. Additionally, fewer stray cats lead to improved public health by reducing the spread of zoonotic diseases. These combined effects enhance community well-being and promote a healthier, more harmonious environment for both humans and animals.

Personal Stories and Testimonials

Stories from Cat Owners Many cat owners share positive experiences, noting improved health and behavior in their spayed or neutered pets.

Testimonials from Veterinarians Veterinarians consistently advocate for spaying and neutering, citing the numerous health and behavioral benefits they observe in their practice.

Real-Life Benefits Observed Real-life benefits include longer lifespans, reduced medical issues, and happier, more content cats.

Conclusion

Spaying and neutering cats offer a myriad of benefits, from preventing overpopulation to enhancing individual health and behavior. By making this responsible choice, you not only improve your pet’s quality of life but also contribute positively to your community. Consider consulting with your veterinarian today to discuss spaying or neutering your cat.

[legacymuses]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐊𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐘; 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵; 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘺

𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘚 𝘉𝘓𝘖𝘎 𝘋𝘖𝘌𝘚 𝘕𝘖𝘛 𝘊𝘖𝘕𝘋𝘖𝘕𝘌/𝘈𝘎𝘙𝘌𝘌 𝘞𝘐𝘛𝘏 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘈𝘊𝘛𝘐𝘖𝘕𝘚 𝘖𝘍 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘔𝘜𝘚𝘌𝘚

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐎:

name: charlie kelly

age: 45/29

gender: cis male ( he/him )

sexuality: bisexual

occupation: bar owner/janitor

faceclaims: charlie day/josh hutcherson

location: philadephlia, pennsylvania

𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘

triggers/warnings: mention of pregnancy termination, mention of sex work, drugs, alcoholism, obsessive behavior. 

charlie kelly was the result of an affair, an accident, a mistake. a mistake so undesired that his parents tried to terminate, and yet here he stands. for what? he’s never sure. any memory of his childhood seemingly scattered and unreliable but clear all at once. watching his mother sell herself from their home, throwing rocks at trains, doing so badly in school he begins to think his teachers only passed him to get him out of their classroom. for years, a different man handing over a gift or money or a candy bar to avoid the obvious tension that comes with making conversation with a prostitute’s kid. at what point does that sort of thing become comparable to christmas?  as a teenager things only became more fuzzy, the only way charlie knew to cope with the transition into high school? to entertain. earning the nickname ‘dirtgrub’ in the sixth grade certainly didn’t help his case. to be fair he can't say he wasn't eating bugs and dirt and huffing markers to earn some semblance of approval from his peers. only he never quite understood that they were now laughing at him, not with him. markers then became glue and glue then became spray paint. by the time he was twenty three, things started to blur together much more than he’d like.  by twenty eight, he’d bought in on an old irish bar with two of his friends. of course they had plans bigger than they could manage, often broke and stressed and piss drunk on their own supply. almost instantly, he finds himself with the most responsibility of them all. his friends quickly beginning to designate the less desirable jobs in the business (garbage, cleaning, toilet duty, pest control, ect.), to fall under something now called ‘charlie-work.’ coming home exhausted was one thing, coming home exhausted and lying awake all night on a pull out sofa as ten stray cats meow at his window trying to get at the rats in his apartment? he feels like he discovered a new kind of tired. 

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒:

a touch obsessive when in love. purely out of concern, charlie may follow his crush around to make sure they’re safe. will install new chain locks in their apartment without them knowing for extra security, protect their belongings like his life depends on it, ect.

has memory issues and unpredictable behavior from huffing various substances over the years, he is also a functioning alcoholic.

is actively a pretty gross guy. his apartment is an awful place to be, half on account of the building itself and half because he’s absolutely trashed it, likely a health hazard.

is illiterate and has no intention to learn currently.

𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐒:

𝘋𝘐𝘙𝘛𝘎𝘙𝘜𝘉

secondary main verse. young charlie, literally as above but when charlie is 29. typically set in 2005 but flexible. josh hutcherson fc.

𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯…

𝘱𝘭𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘹

[oh-no-its-bird]

see no one can tell me this didn't happen bc we see nothing in canon to argue against it. so.

Im fucking crying tho I will fucking pay someone to write a "sakumo gets abducted by aliens (kaguya) and comes back pregnant" I will scream and cry and throw up and lose my mind and then scream and cry all over again. The ultimate crack fic.

The pregnancy lasts only 2 weeks, and the baby is delivered by Tsunade and Orochimaru-- Tsunade immediately going out and getting blackout drunk afterwards in an attempt to forget all about it. Kakashi grows into a full sized toddler in only a few months, and Tsunade has to be relied on again to forge birth documents for him that put him as older than he is fr. Orochimaru keeps asking Sakumo if he can poke Kakashi with needles (he is sadly rejected :( )

Sakumo is going through postpartum depression and also using a spray bottle to spritz Orochimaru like he would a disobedient cat, and also continuing to have weird dreams involving the moon. And also the shadows keep acting weirdly around Kakashi and he can't tell if this is something he should be worried about, or if this is just a "normal" not-normal "Kakashi-thing" (it's Zetsu, here to prod at Kakashi with a stick)

This somehow ends in Sakumo not adopting Zetsu but not. Not adopting Zetsu. (The spray bottle is suddenly working overtime as the amount of people Sakumo has to spritz to get to sit the fuck down and behave doubles)

hoes out here complaining about how "son of Kaguya-hime Kakashi" aus dont make sense, bc how and when would Sakumo have the opportunity to get her pregnant when shes trapped in the moon?

Fools. Fools. All of you. Clearly, it would be Kaguya getting Sakumo pregnant with her long range moon magic in his dreams. Obviously.

[thewoolyworm]

The pain of trying to find analysis of a character you really like and finding that the tag is overrun w x reader fic