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munson24 · 1 month ago

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MDNI!!!! 18++

I’m definitely gonna be getting in to part 2 of both of my latest post but I have a fic idea lodged into my brain right now.

Ok so I was thinking about if my my Ocs I created a while ago. And ima put her into this scenario because she fits perfectly. Her call sign is Viper

Viper who is like Ghost in the aspects of being mysterious, quiet, offputting and hides her face under a mask but not only for the sake of her identity being concealed, but because of a scar that’s along the whole side of her lower left side that’s gnarly to look at (according to her). She’s plus size she as a stomach and thighs, she’s got muscles as well she’s strong asf.

she’s a permanent member of the 141 and she ranks right under Ghost she’s close to being a Lieutenant, but not there yet.

(not because Price don’t want her to be, but because Viper told Price she wants to hold off.. also remember this is fiction and I don’t know anything about the military)

Viper has a thing for her team (yes all 4) but she never says anything and doesn’t show it (that she thinks🤭) the team doesn’t know she has a thing for them, but they have a thing for her as well and she doesn’t know that either.

They are all kinds secretly falling for the other (bfs that are in love with each-other as well )

Laswell sends them all on a mission it’s supposed to be a 1 week mission nothing extreme. Viper wears her suit/light gear and the boys well they wear what they normally do. And they go on the mission.

Fast forward they get ambushed, Price, Ghost, Soap,Gaz all are spread out through the area fighting as well as Viper, who is currently cornered and try’s to call for backup but can’t because she gets ambushed from behind as well.

The enemy behind her covers her mouth and hold her tightly as the one in front of her comes close to her with a wicked smile and pulls a syringe from his vest and jabs it into her neck. Causing her to panic and she kicks her leg back into bad guy holding hers balls. She gets out and kills them all the while she starts getting a little warm.

They finish off the enemy’s and get what they came for and head out to the safe house which is about 8 clicks out (about 5 miles)

Viper gets hot and begins to sweat and her lower area begins to becomes sensitive and wet. She’s not sure what’s happening buts her guess is on whatever was in that syringe.

Price and Ghost notice her slight stagger and and speak up asking if she’s ok if she was hurt. And she tells them no but she was injected with something and it’s making her burn up.

The team lightly panics but doesn’t show it and they all gather around her as Price calls Laswell and asks when evac will get there only to find out it will be 2 days. They all continue to head to the safe house and once they make it Viper immediately goes to the sofa chair she spots and flops in it with a sharp gasp as a pain comes from her womb area almost like a small period cramp.

Price asks her what’s going on what her symptoms are exactly and she with embarrassment tells him exactly what her symptoms are (hot flashes, sweating, sensitivity in the lower area, horny…extremely horny and achy) Laswell here’s all these symptoms Viper lists off and she pulls up a file on the enemy they just took down and finds a chemical they used to help “take down opponents)

Laswell informs them that it’s a sexual stimulate almost but more aggressive and it’s painful and deadly. Laswells calls in a Dr on her end to help them understand. As they are listening to Laswell to figure out how to help Viper, Viper turns away from them in Shame onto her knees on the sofa chain facing the wall and stuffs the pillow that was sitting behind her, between her legs and rocks back and forth on it to try and help with the horniness and pain.

The team notices and Ghost is already standing next to the her since she flopped into the sofa chair, they try and be respectful and keep their eyes off her as Laswell finally says to Price “ it says the only way to help is sexual stimulation, John your gonna have to do it, your the Captain she’s your second lieutenant”

Price is in shock but quickly recovers and asks Laswell “what if it doesn’t help” and Laswells responds “then go until it does” she says solemnly. They get off the phone and Price tells the team what’s gonna take place a which they already know. Price makes them go into the other room so that Viper doesn’t feel completely violated (not that she’s going to in anyway)

Price informs Viper who is still grinding away at the pillow which now has a wet spot soaking into it, what needs to happen to make it go away. She nods her head in understanding (she can consent atm).

Price takes his lower clothes off along with Vipers and sits her on her knees facing the wall and gets her ready for him (she’s basically ready🌊) Once Price deems her ready then he inserts himself. Price pleases her very very well, he makes her cum 2 times (not counting when he made her cum during the preparation) before he comes inside her himself.

But that’s not enough for her she begins cramping again and whining that it hurts still and she needs more. Begging for more.

Price informs Laswell and she said the chemical that was injected into Viper was not only a sexual stimulant but it can also be effected by emotional feelings. (so for instance since Viper is in love with the team then the whole team as to well fuck her (they don’t know that yet ;)))

Viper hears the conversation and wants the whole thing to end so she just comes out to Price about having feels for him, Simon(Ghost), Johnny(soap) and Kyle (Gaz). She explains that if they will help she understands if they want her off the team she just wants this to end so please help her.

Price calls for Simon, Johnny and Kyle (they all heard it all) and explains.

Price has them take her by rank:

(How they fuck her (she’s begs for it to them in each certain way)

Simon (Ghost) (hard and rough , while praising her. tiny tiny degration)

Johnny (Soap) (fast but soft with praises) (also picks her up and lays her onto the actual sofa taking her in missionary)

Kyle (Gaz) (Slow to fast and rough with praises) ( takes her in seashell (missionary but legs on his shoulders)

Once’s it’s all said and done the team is spent and she’s limp, exhausted and sore on the couch, as she comes down she realizes that the fever and everything is gone, (they noticed as well)

legs spread one hanging off the couch foot touching the group, Kyle sitting on his knees on the couch in front of her watching all four of their releases leak from her swollen cunt.

They all began softly helping her to the small bathroom where they start up the shower and Price gets into the shower and takes her with him and calls Gaz to help him to clean her thoroughly. Johnny and Simon clean themselves from the sink as they wait. Once that’s done they dry off and head to the bedroom and lay Viper down onto the bed and she says “Thank you” with tears in her eyes of shame.

They all reassure her that they wanted it to happen but just not in that way, but they were glad that they could help her and make sure she was gonna be ok.

Price contacts Laswells as the boys climb into the bed and lay around her cuddling into her. Price informs Laswell that everything is fine now and Viper is fine now just needs rest and then gets off and heads to the bed himself.

“So what happens now?” Viper asks out loud nervously as she picks at her nails.

They all look at her and Simon is the one who speaks first. “What do you want to happen?”

“If- if you guys want me? I mean I understand if this was just to help me not di-” before she can continue Price cuts her off

“Love we’ve wanted you for a while. This wasn’t how it was supposed to play out but we want you” he says sincerely with truth.

“You all? Want me?” She asks as she looks at all them .

They all respond with sort yet to the point answers. “Yes”, “for a while now” “yes” “mmhm”

“I’ve wanted you all for a while now…”

To be continued (maybe lol”

(If you use this for a fic please tag me for credit on my idea and my Oc character thank you ☺️)

#simon ghost x reader #task force 141 #simon riley #johnny mactavish #john price x reader #kyle gaz x reader #tf 141 x you #poly 141 x reader

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obae-me · 6 months ago

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Two things!

Firstly: I will be accepting 10 requests!

I need to practice and just work on some things that aren't just my long form pieces right now. So, the first 10 requests I get, I will work on! My general rules are the same, no demoncest, no romantic Luke, etc, etc. I reserve the right not to do a request. You all get the deal by now. They won't be perfect, and they won't be extremely long (unless you tempt me with monsters or fluff), but I'll do 'em, and that's the important part.

Secondly: a general apology.

I know 'sorry's are not needed, it's not like I've taken money and ghosted or anything, but I hate just going MIA for so long. Also, I know it's not needed, but I thought I'd give a little life update for those that, I dunno, find it interesting I suppose.

TW for menstruation, blood, and general medical stuff

I posted here a while back- in the summer I believe- talking about how fainting is not as elegant as media makes it out to be. I talked about how I fainted and then just did my ha-ha's and got it out of the way. At the time, since the doctors at the hospital didn't find anything with their initial testing, we all chalked it up to a bit of dehydration, lack of sleep, and stress. I was inclined to believe them. I *was* bouncing between graveyard shifts and morning shifts and not sleeping well because of it.

Then the week after, I had one of the most painful periods of my life. I've not had great ones ever (who does?), but never enough to fully debilitate me. It was bad. Stabbing cramping pains strong enough to almost make me faint again. I was worried, but gaslit myself into thinking it's just because of the fainting the week prior; I had had extreme faintness and weakness all week.

My work at this time was coming up with stricter rules that would make things harder, and they told me that I'd have to apply for certain disability accommodations (like keeping certain medications I need close to me and not on a different floor behind a lock, so cool of them). So, I tried to find another job, one where I could hopefully sit down. So I spent two months working that all out. I have a temp remote one right now, yay!

The next month or two was fairly normal period wise. So I thought everything was 'okay'.

And then I stopped bleeding completely. No warning or anything, just...nothing. And it's particularly worrying because I've been on birth control since I was like 14 to balance out my hormones. So I waited till the month after make sure it wasn't a weird one-off. Still nothing. Went to the doctor and got a new kind of medication, and I waited a month. Nothing. And the pain is only ramping up every cycle (or the attempt of one). I spend two weeks of the month in extreme depression and pain, and then spend the two weeks after that picking up the slack. I haven't been able to write, haven't been able to do much of anything. My typical day is getting out of bed to work, order something to eat, and watch mindless YouTube till I sleep, I'm just THAT exhausted. Spoons? Nonexistant. Then, just a few weeks ago, I suffered some of the worst exhaustion of my life. I'm talking only being able to stay awake for 20 minutes and then having to take a nap, and doing that four or five times a day. I went through that for five days, and then on that last day, I practically collapsed and almost fainted again.

So I have my first Gyno appointment next month, and I am utterly terrified. So much of my life has been filled with doctors' appointments and testing, just for them to tell me they couldn't find anything, and it's either because I have anxiety or because I'm fat. *Love* the medical system. But then, on the other hand, I'm scared of them finding something severely wrong.

So, until December, I'm just...waiting. And, of course, I'm not trying to fish for sympathies. Just...sometimes, it's good to have something to treat as an echo chamber, and this blog sometimes is my cave to shout distorted worries to. I really *should* journal, I guess.

So! That's been my life since I last posted, really. And that's not even mentioning my grandpa who ended up in the hospital (he got hit by a RAM truck, absolutely insane, and he's mostly fine, what a trooper).

I'm really hoping that I'll have the energy to pour into my passions if we get everything worked out. And I'm really grateful to have this small community here for whoever is still sticking around, you all have been wonderful.

That's the end of the update! Maybe I'll drop the news if/when we make some discoveries on why my already defunct body is breaking down even more than usual.

Love you all!

-Mara

#not writing #mara rambles #announcements #obey me nightbringer

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fulloflambing · 6 months ago

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just yap about my most recent work (how i made it, the alternate plots or endings), and my future posts :D

writing that story took soooo much brain juice from me i feel like my brain has become a wringed sponge. im honestly rlly proud i managed to finish it😭

ive had writing experience before here on tumblr but i never rlly put alot of effort into it and it often made me feel bad about how i finished my stories. i always just thought about a vague plot, typed away, and posted it. some people enjoyed it n i was grateful for that but whenever id reread my own stories it would make me criticize myself and make me unmotivated to write, which eventually made me delete my old writeblr.

but ever since i've come back, and especially with 'heaven can wait', i rlly took my time to rewrite things i didnt find fitting. ive stopped writing just to post, but writing to actually enjoy and better my skills. im honestly proud of myself for taking the time to do that because i am, truthfully, a very impatient person n i hate redoing things. actually, i rewrote the story by like the 3.5k word mark TWICE and made sure i was truly happy with it. the plot was actually supposed to go two ways!:

kinich would find reader in their home, and they could comfort eachother real quick in the house before kinich escorted them to the survival shelter. kinich would then make a promise to reader to come back alive and boom boom fighting wham he comes back to them and boom emotional reunion!

^ i changed my mind halfway while writing this because i wanted the story to have more depth and to make it more about reader and kinich both experiencing grief and negative emotions more. this plotline was just too lovey dovey and chill for my liking.

2. kinich reunites with the reader in the end by finding her dead asleep in the tribe's infirmary.

^ i didnt like this ending because i felt like it would've been a boring climax to the heavy emotions of reader as she was separated from kinich thinking he was dead. does that make sense? like it felt like a boring way to end off y/n's part after building up all these negative thoughts swirling in their mind just for her not to even see kinich come back from war to have those negative thoughts be swooped away from her in a romantic light. it was cute tho, kinich would've been whispering 'im home' as he admired reader as they recovered but i didnt want a calm ending for the story. i wanted a passionate, emotional reunion type :) like very 'light after the storm'-esque type of ending!

some parts of the story i dont like but i feel like is the part i could do for the story was how mavuika defeated the abyss? i CANT WRITE ACTION FOR SHYT!!!! so it took so much deleting and rewriting and paraphrasing it actually got me a headache just to write that small section 😭😭

on a more exciting note, the next thingy ill write is probably for kinich's birthday! im very torn about what ill write and when ill write it because i have exams right after kinichs bday so i dont think ill have time to write for it.

but after i figure out and post a birthday special for kinich, i'll be writing a more angsty, heartbroken-y story kind of related to 'heaven can wait' but if things went wrong. its really not an alternate ending, more of like "if it ended this way, this would've happened." its been a plot thats been marinating in my head for awhile and i think you guys will rlly like it! its gonna be angst with comfort but still sad ending hihi sorry.

i have alot of canon fanfic ideas that i wna write as soon as possible but i feel like i should switch it up and write some modern!au fics. and maybe with other characters (my other favs! capitano, xiao, thoma, etc.). i also feel like i have to prepare a 100 follower special soon but i have nooo idea what to do for it huhu THANK U BTW GUYS FOR 81 FOLLOWERS AAA IM SO TOUCHED

in short, i have a lot and i mean srsly alot of kinich ideas rn but my schedule is gonna be cramped this week. but after ill be free again! my problem is i just dont know what to write first 😔💔

anyway, maybe ill do a poll or something :) ILL SEE WHAT I CAN DO!!

if you've read this far, thank u sm and i appreciate it >< ill do my best to write as much as i can.

#can u tell i have no writer friends #▸ ✧ ˚ ajaw noises

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scarabsinthestardust · 1 month ago

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Better in the Morning // Ch. 17

MASTERLIST

word count: 3000+

This one isn't quite the end, but I'm also not going to officially take this one off of hiatus. There's a few more things in the works for Kya and Jake, and I'll post them as I spit them out, but I am nowhere near turning them into anything solid just yet.

CHAPTER WARNINGS: language; pregnancy; childbirth; anxiety; severe depression; tiny mention of SIDS; mentions of strained parental relationship; probably some bad Spanish lol

We had a baby shower in March, when the weather was still cool, and we could hold it outside. I didn’t want anything huge or extravagant, and I certainly didn’t want to deal with a hundred and one guests. Jake was more than happy to comply with my requests, but Josh got a little over-excited and invited more than a few extra people. I couldn’t stay mad at him, though. He was ecstatic about becoming an uncle; he hadn’t even laid eyes on her yet and he already loved his niece more than anything else.

He was also never going to let me live it down that he ‘knew it was going to be a girl.’

“It really isn’t that unbelievable,” I told him. “It was only gonna go one of two ways.”

“Yeah, but I picked the right one.”

“I don’t know. What if she comes out an Appalachian cryptid instead?” Finn joked, shrugging his shoulders.

“Is that supposed to be a jab at me?” asked Jake as he placed the last of the gifts in a box to carry them inside. He tried to play along, but I could see he was already getting irritated. Something about Finn just rubbed him the wrong way. I played mediator, as always, and sent Jake off to take care of something else before he got too snippy with his brother’s boyfriend.

We had a name picked out but agreed not to tell anyone until after she was born. Watching Sam whine and beg to know the name was funnier than I could have imagined. Josh was surprisingly accepting of the mystery, content to call her whatever silly nickname sounded good at the time – he was partial to Nugget, but every once in a while, he would call her a little squid, which I begrudgingly learned to accept.

And then two weeks before my due date, it happened.

Early in the morning, Josh insisted on coming over and spending the day with us. The night before, I couldn’t get comfortable enough to get any decent sleep, so I was exhausted, which in turn made me irritable. I felt like Josh was in my way everywhere I went, much like a cat that has to weave between your legs as you walk. I’d snapped at him more than once, and Jake took to trying to distract his brother (or convince him to leave) so I could get some rest. But he still managed to weasel away and find me again.

I was on the couch watching some trash TV, having given up ages ago on trying to take a nap. I let out a frustrated sigh when Josh came into the room, asking if I needed anything and how I was feeling.

“Joshua, I love you. But for the love of God, what the fuck do you want? Why are you even here?!”

I felt bad for yelling at him and started to apologize, but the shit-eating grin on his face stopped me in my tracks. “I want to be here when it happens.”

“She’s not due for two weeks. There is no way in hell you’re staying here for two fucking weeks.”

“Oh, she’s not gonna wait.”

I rolled my eyes. “Whatever you say. Now, please leave me alone, just for a little while.”

“Fine, but it’s gonna happen today. I know it.”

I brushed him off and groaned in annoyance as I shifted on the couch. I told myself he was delusional if he thought he could really know that the baby was going to come early. There was no way he knew before I did.

And then four hours later, while I was on the back porch for some fresh air, a particularly sharp cramp had me doubled over. It was followed by the feeling of wetness pooling between my legs, soaking through my sweatpants, and it wasn’t the fun kind. My water had broken.

I sucked in a deep breath and focused on keeping myself calm, for everyone’s sake. We practiced this; we made sure we were more than prepared for almost any scenario. I refused to panic. At least on the outside. I opened up the back door and called for Jake. “Remember, we promised we wouldn’t freak out.” I don’t think I’ll ever forget the way his eyes widened in shock and he swallowed down the urge to do exactly that.

The ride to the hospital wasn’t too terrible. Jake sat with me, consistently voicing encouragement and reassurances, while an extremely excited (and smug) Josh drove.

At the hospital, the contractions started to hit me full force. I squeezed Jake’s hand while he talked me through them. I know I was cussing up a storm, which isn’t shocking on a normal day, and Jake wasn’t put off at all when I ranted through a contraction about how much of a terrible idea this was and that I was never, ever doing this again.

I would love to say that I did everything naturally, with no drugs, but let’s be real – that shit fucking hurt. And I was practically begging for the epidural.

“I’m gonna kill your brother,” I grumbled. “This is all his fault.”

“That’s just the drugs talking, babe. Unless there’s something you’re not telling me.” He was just joking, of course, and I loved that goofy smile he gave me.

I was in labor for six hours. I hear that’s not half bad for first timers. Giving birth? Not my favorite experience. But when I heard my daughter cry and they handed me the little bundle for the first time, it reminded me why we were here, and it made everything worth it.

Jake did wonderfully throughout the whole thing. He almost passed out once, but he refused to leave my side. When he was finally able to lay eyes on her, he cried. I think the fact that everything was real hit him all at once, and it was a bit overwhelming, but there was nothing but love in his eyes when he saw her.

I passed out myself, once the adrenaline wore off. I heard later that Jake held her almost the entire time I was asleep, like he was afraid she’d disappear if he let her go.

As soon as I was awake and had enough energy for company, albeit only a small amount, the rest of the guys slowly filed in to meet their new niece. Jake had dimmed the lights for me, and didn’t have to remind the guys to keep their voices down. Sam looked as though he was on the verge of tears. Danny was grinning ear-to-ear as he watched her sleep, wrapped up in her pink blanket in my arms. “She’s beautiful,” he said.

“You did good, mama.” Josh was keeping his distance, which was surprising; I thought he would be the first to be begging to hold her. He was standing near the door, wringing his hands nervously.

“Josh? C’mere. Come see her.”

Jake offered some encouragement and coaxed his twin to step further into the room. I don’t think I’d ever seen him look so… afraid.

“What if she doesn’t like me?” he whispered.

I motioned for him to sit on the edge of the hospital bed. “She’s gonna love you,” I said. “And you’re gonna be an amazing uncle to her, I know it.” I grabbed his hand and brought it up to touch her tiny one. “Her name’s Marcy. After my mom. Marcy Jade.”

Josh’s eyes could have lit up the room when he looked at her. Her fingers tightened up around his one and he exhaled, as if he’d been holding his breath. “Marcy Jade Kiszka. Welcome to the world, nugget.”

Since I was lucky enough to be spared any complications during and after giving birth, we were discharged and sent home within 24 hours. I was still sore, and couldn’t move around too well, but I was beyond grateful to be home. I didn’t realize how uncomfortable the hospital bed was until I was at home in ours.

I knew it was going to be a huge adjustment for both of us, but the next few days were rough. Neither of us slept, but it wasn’t because Marcy kept us up, anymore than you’d expect her to anyways. Jake and I were terrified that something would happen to her if we fell asleep. I had fallen down the internet rabbit hole on SIDS and was giving myself nightmares. And it doesn’t help that there’s no warning signs and nothing we would be able to do about it anyways. The anxiety made me nauseous, so it was difficult to eat at times, which then made me worry that she wasn’t getting enough nutrients from me.

But despite the piling of my own fears, I was greeted by her happy little coos every day. Even when she was crying to be fed or her diaper changed, those noises were what soothed me as I tried to navigate being a new mother. She was eating as she should and behaving as you would expect a newborn to do. For her three-day checkup, the pediatrician was satisfied with her weight gain and size and sent us home with a clean bill of health.

Jake was an absolute godsend. He was almost always up before me and rushing to tend to our daughter, urging me to go back to sleep. On more than one occasion, I found him either in the nursery or the living room, rocking her as he sang softly. His voice was a surefire way to get her back to sleep. But he was also tired. I didn’t want it to seem like I wasn’t thankful for all his help, but I was worried he wasn’t getting any rest.

“You need it more than I do,” he said when I voiced my concern.

“But this has to be a team effort, Jake. You’re gonna get burnt out if you try to take it all on by yourself.”

“I’m okay. Besides, I’d rather do as much as I can, spend as much time with her as possible while I can. I mean, we have to go back to the studio eventually. We’ll be busy. And when we inevitably go back on tour… you’ll be here alone.”

“I won’t be completely alone, though. I have Richie, and Finn. Plus, I’m sure your mom would gladly fly out If I needed her to.” Karen was already planning on being in Nashville next week to meet her new granddaughter.

My words didn’t seem to comfort him much. “What about…” He sighed and shook his head. “Never mind.”

“No, tell me,” I urged.

Something was weighing heavily on him, and I think I had an idea as to what before he even spoke. “They won’t go away, you know that. What happens next time I… have an episode? I don’t know if I’ll be able to take care of her. And it’s not fair for you to have to deal with both of us.”

I wrapped my arms around his waist and laid my head on his shoulder. “We’ll figure it out. We always do.” And a couple of weeks later, we had a chance to test those waters.

I found him on the back porch in the middle of the night. He was almost completely zoned out. I was at least glad the weather was warm – I could see him freezing his ass off in the winter with nothing but a t-shirt and a pair of shorts. When my attempts to get him back inside failed, I figured I would join him. I grabbed the baby monitor and checked on Marcy again – she was still fast asleep – before heading back outside. I sat on the ground next to him and leaned my head on his leg, my hand rubbing light circles on his knee.

About half an hour passed before I felt his hand on my head, and he dragged his fingers through my hair. “I’m scared, Kya.”

There were countless things he could have been referring to in that moment. “Of what, baby?”

“I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m gonna fuck everything up. I can’t be enough for her…”

“You know that isn’t true. You’re already more than enough, and we’re just getting started. I can’t express how great you’ve been for both of us. You’re gonna be an amazing dad, Jake.”

“What if she forgets me when I can’t be here? If I come back from a tour and she doesn’t know who I am?”

“She barely even recognizes that she has fingers, but she knows you.” I moved closer to him and grabbed his other hand. “She knows your smell, your voice… I know you sing her to sleep a lot. She won’t forget that. And I promise you, when the time comes and you do have to leave, I will make sure she knows that her daddy will always come home to her.”

“Oh, she’s definitely gonna be a little diva.” Josh sat with Marcy, on a thick blanket we’d placed on the living room floor. He’d been trying to get her attention with one of the many baby toys laid out in front of him, but she wasn’t having any of it. She was much more interested in the overhead lights today. “Don’t worry, dahling, I shall instruct you in the ways of the superbitch!”

I groaned at his inability to censor himself. “If her first word is a cuss word, I’m blaming it entirely on you.”

Jake chuckled. “Now let’s be honest, that’s going to be just as much your fault, babe.” He joined them on the floor and gently tickled her belly. “Nah, she’s gonna be a guitar player like her dad.��

“Oh, yeah. At what age can I drop her off at the crossroads?”

“I’d say at least three.” Jake winked at me in response to the joke, playing off the same one I’d dropped on our first date.

The conversation was interrupted by a knock at the door. I glanced at Jake, confused as to who would be coming by at this time of night. We weren’t expecting anyone. His brow furrowed and he stood, grabbing his phone to check the outdoor camera first. You can’t be too careful these days.

“Oh. I think it’s your dad,” he said, still unsure

What the hell? Josh’s gaze flicked from Jake to me. “Is that bad?”

“We have a… complicated relationship.” I shrugged and gave Jake the okay to let our visitor in.

Dad didn’t speak until he was inside, the door securely shut. Jake politely greeted him, my dad slightly nodding in response, which I guess is as good of a hell as I could have expected.

“Mija.”

“Hi.” A part of me wanted to ask him what the fuck he was doing here, and what compelled him to show up uninvited, but I already knew the answer. He watched as Josh brought Marcy back to me on the couch. “Uh, this is Josh. Jake’s brother.”

Something quite comical flashed across my dad’s face as he peered wearily at Josh, before shifting to Jake, and then to me. “There’s two of them,” he said incredulously.

I couldn’t help it. I burst into laughter at his expression. “Yeah, they’re twins.” As if one was already too much for him, wait until he found out there were four Kiszka siblings in total. The room fell silent again as he took in the sight of his daughter, now holding a baby of my own. “Do you wanna come meet her?”

He took a hesitant step forward. “She’s healthy?”

“Yeah, I answered with a smile. “She’s perfect.”

Jake and Josh both kept quiet but stayed nearby. It wasn’t that I didn’t trust that we were safe with my dad around, but I appreciated the extra support, just in case things did go downhill.

“We named her Marcy,” I told him. I saw the breath catch in his throat at my mother’s name.

His hand briefly covered his mouth in thought, before he stepped closer to get a better look at his granddaughter. “Castellano?”

“Nope. She’s a Kiszka.” I rolled my eyes as he cast an annoyed glance at Jake, who just chuckled. Bless him for having the balls to laugh at my father’s irritation.

He eventually cast aside his apprehension and sat next to me on the couch. I gave him no chance to argue before I was placing Marcy in his arms. She fussed a little at being jostled around so much, but he shushed her, speaking to her in Spanish, his voice low. I shared a pleased smile with Jake at the sight.

The last conversation with my dad floored me and had me thinking that maybe he was softening up in his old age. Watching him tonight, realizing that he very much was capable of being gentle and loving, I think I was right. I knew my relationship with him would never be perfect – there was too much broken trust and weariness between us. I also didn’t have any unrealistic beliefs that this meant he’d be more present, or a regular fixture in my daughter’s life. That wasn’t in his nature, and he’d disappear again soon, to be in the wind for however long he needed to. I’d be angry about it later, but right now, I didn’t have it in me to be upset about things I couldn’t change.

He stayed for longer than I’d expected, into the late hours. Josh had long since taken his departure, and Jake and I were both finding it harder and harder to suppress our yawns. A part of me didn’t want the visit to end, but I knew we all needed rest.

“I should put her to bed.”

“Here, let me,” Jake offered.

“Buenas noches, pequeñin,” my dad whispered before handing her to Jake. He stood and watched them disappear down the hall, a look on his face that I can only describe as peaceful.

“Thank you for coming,” I said as I walked him to the door.

I didn’t expect a hug, or an ‘I love you,’ but what I did get was almost better than anything I could have asked for from him. Once outside the door, he faced me and placed a calloused hand on my cheek. “You’re going to be a good mother. And I’m proud of you.”

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darthsuki · 1 year ago

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Adulthood is knowing how to manage your emotions even when things get stressful so that the urge to throw yourself into the ocean doesn’t start sounding *too* appealing

And god almighty am I *managing* them rn

(Venting post below under the readmore but I promise I’m okay, just a lot happening at once)

1. My period is currently Happening which normally isn’t…. Too bad because I take testosterone, however I’ve been having a hard time taking it regularly and it’s the only thing keeping me from having Debilitating Cramps and Nausea(tm). So I’m having said Debilitating Cramps and Nausea(tm) and asked my manager if I could leave early today

2. I was told that I COULDNT leave early today because we have a new hire starting today that I am pseudo in-charge of helping so that’s… great. The new person is our new manager. The position I stepped down from (voluntarily), I am a personal teller in charge of training a new manager.

3. The second banker who is SUPPOSED to be working with me is just. Not here. No call, no text, just not here and I have a sneaking suspicion she just straight up quit, leaving me alone with the new employee (whom is very nice don’t get me wrong) and I am in So Much Pain and trying So Hard not to cry in front of people.

4. I get someone sent over from another branch who is able to help answer questions and I used to work with her and she’s awesome! But she can’t do transactions. I am the ONLY ONE able to do transactions.

5. I am only able to take pieces of my lunch bc anytime someone walks up needing to do a transaction I have to clock back in and help them.

6. There is a possibility that my other teller outright quit and I will be mechanically on my own for almost two weeks until the new hire is even able to touch transactions.

7. The only ray of light is that I might have a job offer tomorrow but I can’t be certain, got my fingers crossed. I’m debating how much notice I even want to give at this rate.

I am so tired. I feel like Satan himself is yanking out my uterus, my knees ache and my back feels like it’s gonna snap and it’s so disheartening to see that the other teller (the no-call one) was able to LEAVE EARLY last week for THE SAME EXACT ISSUE and I am not despite being called such a ‘good worker’— and I was told that BEFORE even realizing there wasn’t going to be another teller with me.

I have genuine health issues that keep being ignored and I’m so tired of it and really just want to be told I got the other job so I can stop feeling so overwhelmed every time something happens here.

(Again, I am in no danger of self-harm or similar, I’m just. It’s a lot rn. I wanna curl up in a corner and take my pain killers but the ones I normally take make me unable to operate normally and would NOT be an option in a bank)

#vent #vent post #just needed to put this down somewhere bc it’s less that I need advice and just. a little miracle I think #maybe some super strength ibuprofen #I wanna go home and play Minecraft and sleep

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jabberwockypie · 1 month ago

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Astraea is having one of her faceplant naps next to me on the bed so I suppose the world is not all cruelty and woe.

Take the laxatives and stool softeners they give you. (ESPECIALLY, ESPECIALLY, ESPECIALLY if you're taking opiod pain medication for the first few days.) Also, try taking a stool softener the day before surgery, too, just to help ease things along. I was prescribed Miralax and Senna, and had to take Colace additionally. Not to put too fine a point on it, pooping feels kind of fraught for the first few days, because it sort of feels like you're going to poop everything out into the toilet. (You will not.) But apparently your intestines can be "stunned" and not want to do anything for a few days.

I felt nauseated as fuck for the first week. This doesn't happen to everybody, but apparently it can happen with abdominal surgery because a lot of organs get jostled around. If they don't prescribe it automatically, ask about anti-nausea medication. It's better to have it and not need it than to need it and not have it. (Also the aforementioned opioid pain medication can make you nauseated additionally.)

You're going to start to feel better before you're ACTUALLY better and you still need to rest, because if you try to Do Stuff, you may feel fine up until you are, abruptly, Not Fine. Take it easy.

Not really relevant to me personally, but having done a bit of reading on the r/hysterectomy subreddit, the biggest cause of post-op complications is people who don't wait the full 6-8 weeks to have sex (or otherwise insert things in their vagina). So, don't do that, and you should be fine.

Figure out some easy food that doesn't require a lot of effort on your part. Food you can just microwave or something, and something that'll be kind of gentle on your stomach. I got a shitload of frozen meat dumplings from the Russian market so that I could just ask my roommates to plop them in boiling water for 8-10 minutes and bring them upstairs to me. (This had the added benefit of being iron-rich food, which I needed, both because of surgery and because of the blood loss I'd been having in periods.)

I know some people have hysterectomies as out-patient procedures. For mine they kept me in the hospital overnight, and on a catheter until early the next morning to make sure I COULD pee. The catheter thing sucked, there are no two ways about it, but at least it was only one night, and stuff was way better after that.

I was honestly pretty shocked that even having had surgery, it felt so much less bad than my normal period. cramps.

The place my uterus isn't is achey today, and I think this is very unfair.

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moonlightazriel · 3 years ago

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Helping hand /// Azriel X F!Reader

Summary: “Period sex with azriel ❤”

Warnings: SMUT

Word Count: 930

Notes: Thank you for your request love ❤️! So probably next week I won't be able to post much, I have two tests and a bbq with my friends, I'll use my free time to write though.

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My entire body hurt, it was like my bones were being crushed and someone was constantly stabbing my lower abdomen, the pain too much, the headache making me nauseous and I couldn’t focus on the papers in front of me, I tried to keep my pain to myself, I knew Az wouldn’t be able to concentrate on whatever he was doing if he felt my excruciating pain. The period days were the most agonizing moments any female could have, giving up, I decided that a bath would help me.

When Azriel got home, I was lying on our bed, holding my legs against my chest, I could feel the warm tears streaming down my face, the potion that was supposed to help didn’t do anything to sooth the awful pain. He kneeled on my side, his face getting in my sight, the worry written in every feature of his face, when he asked me what was wrong.

“It’s my period, the cramps are really bad, I tried everything to get rid of it but nothing works.” My voice was a whisper, if I spoke too loud, my head would start to hurt again.

“I guess you didn’t tried everything, not yet.” He said getting up, he disappeared from sight and I couldn’t imagine what he was talking about, when he came back, he was holding a towel on his hand, a smirk on his lips. “You know, i remember reading somewhere that sex can be really helpful when comes to period cramps, we can put that theory to test if you want to.”

I seated on the bed, pondering, at this point I was willing to try anything, and it wouldn’t hurt to test it with Az, he raised his eyebrow and handed me the towel. I got up and placed it on the bed, to prevent any mess. His hands started to massage my neck, and I moaned, my body relaxing with his touch. His lips gently kissed my ear, and I closed my eyes, the calmness of the moment already making me feel better.

He turned me around, his hands pulling me closer while he kissed me, my hands grabbed his hair, his tongue entered my mouth and he explored it, the taste of strawberries on his kiss was intoxicating, I could feel his cock hard pressing on my belly while he guided me to the bed, lying me down he broke the kiss, to pull my shirt off me, he smirk when he noticed I wasn't wearing a bra, my bare breasts completely exposed to him, he kissed them gently, his hand working on the other breast while his lips took care of my sensitive nipples, he slowly worked on them, respecting the pain I felt.

He removed my pants and his own clothes, reveling my wet pulsing core, the cramps were already fading as he slid his cock inside me, a breathy moan escaped my lips and I closed my eyes, the sensitive walls clenching around him as I felt his full size in me, his thumb caressed my cheek as he stared into my eyes.

“Is this ok?” I nodded. “Can I move?” He was really worried and I just pulled him closer, telling him to move, he slowly started moving, his cock sliding easily with the wetness pooled on my pussy. “If you feel uncomfortable and any type of pain, you tell me ok?” I could only mumble an answer, my eyes closed with the feeling of him moving, the cramps were a mere background noise as I scratched his back, signing for him to move faster, he obeyed me, his lips moved to my collarbone, leaving purple marks on it. At this point I couldn’t contain the moans from slipping throught my lips, and I couldn’t care about the mess we were making, the orgasm was growing fast, the sensitive skin making everything so much better, he would slip almost all the way out just to push himself further inside me, hitting the perfect spot inside me.

I curled my back while he thrusted inside me, hard and rapidly, making me roll my eyes so hard that I was probably able to see my brain, he rested his forehead on mine and I looked at him, he looked like a god, sweat covering his face, an ethereal glow on his tanned skin.

“I love you so much Azriel.” I said.

“Say it again.” He commanded and I did.

“I love you Azriel!” My moans were loud, nearly a scream as he fucked me into oblivion.

“Azriel!” I screamed his name as the orgasm hit me, the pleasure washing any pain on my body away, he came right after, the warmth of his seed filing me. He kissed my head and asked if I was feeling good, I nodded, rising my upper body, my elbows supporting my body as I looked at the mess, blood was everywhere and all I could do was laugh. “Fucking hell, it look like we murdered someone.” Azriel started laughing, shaking his head as he too looked at the crime scene our bed was.

“Did it helped at least?”

“I don’t feel any pain, it was like I never felt anything in the first place, thank you for helping me love.”

“If you feel any pain again, tell me and I will solve your problem.” He winked at me before getting up to clean us. I would definitely ask for his help again.

#acotar #azriel #azriel shadowsinger #azriel x reader #fluff #night court #azriel x y/n #sarahjmaas #shadowsinger #smut #a court of mist and fury #a court of thorns and roses #azriel spymaster #moonlightazriel

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thedanoriddler · 3 years ago

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I rlly need some fluff rn. I need to know how Edward would feel abt an S/O with really bad periods, because i have those and need MF FLUFF GALORE. Like how would he react when they say "i'm on my period." because I doubt the orphanage did anything.

Not to be gross but YES, I’m on my period right now 😭💀 (I’m just at the end though 🥲)

Warnings: This whole post is about periods, so AFAB reader, but I’ve tried to avoid using specific gendered terms or pronouns just in case!

🩸Edward and S/O on their period🩸

I really doubt the orphanage was teaching the kids about periods or even that it had enough products for any of the older kids getting their periods, so apart from the basic sex education at school, I doubt Edward is that knowledgable about periods

You and Eddie are supposed to be going on a date one night when your period arrives - and of course you also get the full on cramps and soreness to go with it! Because of course that would happen when you’re about to go on a date with him 😭

He arrives at your place, it’s not your first date together but he’s still super nervous and worried he’s going to mess up, and is confused when you open the door and you’re wearing dark sweatpants and are just in general not looking particularly ready to go on a date. “I’m… so sorry, did I get the wrong day?” He asks, looking anxious

You could cry at how unfair it is - you had really been looking forward to your date with Eddie, you’d had a crush on him for so long, and now he was at your place because you’d been so crippled by the cramps that you hadn’t had the chance to text him yet.

“I’m so sorry,” you apologise profusely, trying not to double over in pain as another cramp hits you. “I… I meant to text you or something, but… can we maybe reschedule to next week or something?”

He looks kind of sad as he asks if he’s done something wrong, and you shake your head quickly. “No, no, it’s nothing like that… I just…” And you debate for a moment whether you should tell him the truth, or whether it would just freak him out. Another cramp hits you and try to hide your wince as you wrap an arm around your middle. “I’m having… you know. Monthly problems.”

You thought that’d be enough to explain and that he’d hopefully understand - instead, he tilts his head and looks even more perplexed. “Monthly problems? What… What monthly problems? Is it money related, because I can pay for our date, I don’t mind…”

You’re about to explain that it’s not about money, maybe try to give another hint that you’re on your period without saying it outright, when you feel the most painful cramp so far hit you and you can’t stop yourself from wincing

The second he sees you’re in pain, Eddie rushes in through the door of the apartment to be by your side, like “oh my god, (y/n), are you okay?!?”, and he’s genuinely concerned that you’re hurt or something as he puts his arm around you

“I’m fine,” you grit out, even though you’re in fact not fine and you’re struggling not to cry from both the pain and the embarrassment. “Eddie, really, you don’t need to stay, it’s…” But he’s frowning as he closes the door and leads you towards the couch, concerned even during his confusion, because “no, I want to help!”

As you sit down, you decide you’ve just got to be blunt about it. “I’m sorry,” you mutter again. “It’s my… my period, I get really bad cramps and…” you grit your teeth and resist the urge to curl up into a ball while he’s still here. “I’ll be fine, you don’t need to stay”

Eddie, meanwhile, is wide-eyed but still sort of not sure; he knows what periods are, in the most obvious sense, but he doesn’t know that much about them beyond the fact it’s monthly bleeding. “Are they… are they supposed to hurt?” He questions, mildly concerned about the fact you’re in pain. “Is that normal?”

You wonder if he’s being serious for a moment before deciding, yes, of course he is, this is Eddie so of course he’s serious. “Yeah, cramps… cramps usually happen. But mine, they… they really fucking hurt.”

Despite telling him he’s free to go home, he probably doesn’t want to be around for your time of the month, Eddie insists on staying with you and starts asking if he can do anything to help, literally anything; you can barely move because you’re in so much pain, so you tentatively ask him if he could make you a cup of tea or something, to try to help ease your cramps. He’s on it so fast!

When he comes back from the kitchen with your tea, he also has some water and painkillers - you’re not even going to question the fact he went through your cupboards for painkillers, you’re just grateful he’s clearly doing his best to help

When he asks if you need anything else - “literally, anything, (Y/N)” - you try to tell him again that he doesn’t need to, you know most guys are super grossed out by periods and you don’t want to put Eddie off of dating you, but he’s adamant he stays to make sure you’re okay

He’s just so attentive??? He takes his coat off and sits on the couch with you, asking if you’d like to watch anything on the television, do you need a blanket, more water, anything to eat etc. He has absolutely no idea what he’s doing but he’s trying his best anyway!

At one point he starts telling you riddles to try and take your mind off of it, and even though you’re in too much pain to really focus on riddles, you’re grateful anyway because it’s clear he really wants to help

He gets a little red in the face when you mention you have to go to the bathroom to “change” whatever sanitary product you’re using, but he doesn’t react beyond that, he just excuses himself to make you more tea while you do what you gotta do

As time passes and you’ve been in a relationship with each other longer, he gets more used to the fact it happens once a month and always makes sure he has your favourite snacks or drinks on hand to help you through it

I like to think Eddie might run you warm baths, he’ll give you privacy obviously to take them, but he’s looked it up online that warm baths help ease cramps

He always makes sure you’re all stocked up on painkillers and sanitary products, like you think “wait I haven’t actually bought any of these for a while”, but there they are, because Eddie’s gone out of his way to do it for you because he knows you need them

He likes cuddles anyway but when it’s your time of the month, he’s there like a shot before you even need to ask, he’s definitely enjoying the extra cuddles and letting you curl up next to him for naps, and it’s so comforting for you because he’s so soft and warm and having him nearby when you feel so shitty makes you feel a bit better

You steal one of his plain old shirts or even a hoodie that’s super oversized on you so you’ll be more comfortable, because the smell of him makes you feel so much better - and he is definitely NOT complaining about seeing you in his clothes

I mean, he DOES kill people, so I doubt seeing the smallest leak of period blood on a sheet or item of clothing is going to bother him THAT much??? Idk

Over time, he starts learning more and more about periods in general, and while it’s not the most comfortable topic for him, he starts knowing enough to try and help you through it every month because he hates seeing you in pain so much

#edward nashton #edward nashton x reader #the riddler x reader #danonation #the riddler #paul dano x reader #the riddler imagine #paul dano #asks #the batman

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kirishimaswife2819 · 4 years ago

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When Their S/o is on Their Period || BNHA Boy Headcanons

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Pairings: Izuku Midoriya x Fem!Reader, Katsuki Bakugou x Fem!Reader, Eijiro Kirishima x Fem!Reader, Shoto Todoroki x Fem!Reader, and Denki Kaminari x Fem!Reader

Summary: How the boys act when you’re on your period

Word Count: 1.6k

A/n: I wrote this because my period is supposed to come in like two days and I am not very excited at all. Anyway, I hope you like these headcanons, and requests are still open and all that, just read the rules first. Also, thanks for everyone who has liked/reblogged any of my posts or even followed me, I really appreciate it. Hope you all have a great day/night! :) -Danielle <3

Izuku Midoriya:

If you don’t tell him ahead of time that you’re going to be on your period and you snap at him he’s gonna get so upset

Like he’s going to think about every little thing that happened for the past few weeks and try to see where he went wrong

Then when you tell him you’re on your period, he’s going to just freeze, and then start to panic

His face gets all red, but he still asks if you if you need anything

If you send this boy to the store to get pads/tampons, expect him to be gone for a solid few hours

When he firsts gets to aisle, he stands there, because he knows absolutely nothing about pad/tampons, and he doesn’t know what brand to get

So then, he takes out his phone and starts typing, and trying to do research, but google isn’t helping him decide what to get at all

So, then the nice old lady restocking the shelves, offers to help, noticing how he’s panicking

He still ends up getting a few different brands, but that’s okay

If you get bad cramps, like really bad, he’s definitely going to cry

He hates seeing you in pain

If you are having cramps he’ll give you some medicine he bought and offer you a heating pad

After he gets you feeling a little better, he’s going to give you all the snacks he got you and offer to cuddle and watch whatever you want with him

Overall, even though he gets really embarrassed about it, he’ll still help you if you need him to

Katsuki Bakugou:

If you snap at him, he’s going to like brush it off, but after the second or third time he’s going to go off on you

But once you tell him you’re on your period he’s going to be so confused

Not because he doesn’t know what it is, but because he has no clue what he’s supposed to do about it

He’ll apologize for going off on you

By apologize I mean that he’ll mumble sorry under his breath so that you can barely hear it

But I mean it’s Bakugou, so just take what you can get

He probably wouldn’t offer to go anywhere to get you anything

But if you ask him, he’ll go (Only after complaining the whole time getting ready to leave though)

He’s going to make sure you tell him what brand of pads/tampons to get so he doesn’t have to embarrass himself in front of people in the store

If the cashier says one word about him buying them or gives him a weird look, he’s going to get very pissed

“They’re for my girlfriend, now stop giving me weird ass looks and comments and just scan the damn things!”

He’ll probably end up grabbing more snacks or chocolate than you asked for but if you ask why he did that, he’s going to say it was a total accident, even though it wasn’t

After he brings you the stuff he’ll just crash in your bed, and demand cuddles

But he won’t ask, he’ll just pull you to him and cuddle you

The first time you’re on your period around him, he’s pretty embarrassed but hides it, but with time, he gets used to it and it doesn’t bother him anymore

Although no matter if he’s sixteen and buying pads/tampons for you or seventy and buying pads/tampons for you, he’s still going to end up yelling at the poor cashier, even if they don’t comment or give him a look

Eijiro Kirishima:

I may be a bit biased because I absolutely love Kirishima (if you couldn’t tell), but I am convinced that he would be the best boyfriend in every way

And that includes when you’re on your period

If you snap at him, he’s going to get a little upset, but immediately ask what’s wrong and try to figure out what the issue is

After you tell him, he’s going to panic but hide it so he doesn’t alarm you

Immediately offers to go get you anything you need

But he’s so eager to help you out, he forgets to ask what brand of pads or tampons to buy

So now he’s in the feminine hygiene product aisle, standing next to some twelve year old girl whose low key too embarrassed to grab a box of pads in front of some teenage boy

So she’s just standing there, waiting for him to leave, but he’s trying to figure out which box to buy, so he’s like looking at all of them and picking them up, trying to figure out the difference between all of them

And the girl goes to quickly grab a box and run off, but then he speaks

“Wait, can you help me?”

And the girl low key just wants to disappear right then and there, but she helps him anyway

This man walks away with a few different brands of pads/tampons in his arms not realizing he just traumatized some little girl by asking her for advice on getting his girlfriend pads/tampons

Then he grabs you some snacks, medicine, and whatever else you wanted, before checking out and leaving

He like rushes home because he was taking so long and he was worried about you

But when he like bursts into your room, you’re literally fine, and just chilling eating some stale chips, and watching some Netflix

Kirishima immediately takes away your stale chips, and gives you the stuff he bought

So now you guys are eating the new and not stale chips while binge watching your favorite Netflix show for the fiftieth time

Shoto Todoroki:

I only have three words: Human Heating Pad

But seriously, if you have cramps, and you tell him heat helps, he’s definitely going to offer for you to use his hand as a heating pad

Once he learns that you’re on your period, he’s going to try his best to help, but he knows nothing about them despite having a sister

After taking a moment to compose himself after initial shock of you telling him, he’s going to offer to go to the store for you

So, now he’s in the aisle, trying to figure out what brand to get

He had tried calling you, but you must of been napping, because you didn’t pick up

Eventually he decides to call his sister and ask for some help

His sister proceeds to tell him about pads and tampons and how they work

He ends up writing some of the stuff down in his notes on his phone so he knows for next time and doesn’t forget

Then he’ll get whatever else you want

He’ll probably end up grabbing something extra too

Like a little gift such a plushie or a necklace, since he now knows periods really suck

He ends up getting you a gift every time your on your period (with Endeavor’s credit card of course), so it kind of morphs into a little tradition even though you insist that he doesn’t need to do it

But once he returns to home, you apologize for not answering, since you were in fact napping, but he quickly shuts you down and gives you everything he had got for you

Then you use his hand as your personal heating pad and talk about your lives

Overall, he’s pretty calm about the situation, and doesn’t make it a bigger deal than it needs to be

Denki Kaminari:

When you snap, or if you snap, he’s probably just going to brush it off

But the second time you snap at him, he makes some dumb remark

Probably something like, “Damn is it that time of the month or something?”

That gets him a textbook to his face

He’s honestly surprised with your response to his question

“Actually, yeah! Asshole! Now, if you’re gonna be a jerk, get the hell out and leave me alone!”

He was only joking and didn’t expect you to actually say yes

After you admit that you being on your period is the problem, he doesn’t know what to do

He knows the basics of a period, he knows you bleed, and like chocolate, and you sometimes get cramps, but other than that he has no idea how to handle the situation

After a moment of trying to figure out what to do, he asks if you need anything

Now he’s in the store, trying to figure out what a ‘flow’ is, and why pads and tampons are so expensive

He ends up calling Kirishima to come help, who has no clue what to do either

Then they turn it into a group call by adding Bakugou and Sero

Bakugou calls them ‘fucking stupid’ but doesn’t know shit about periods either so when they ask him for help he makes up some excuse for not telling Kaminari what to do

Sero is actually helpful and tells him to just get one of each type of flow, since Kaminari refuses to call you and ask (R.I.P. Kaminari’s wallet)

Kaminari thanks him, and then they end the call

Then he gets whatever else you asked for, before heading home

When he gets there, he awkwardly hands you the bag and asks if you need anything else

When you say you want him to stay, he’s immediately jumping into your bed and cuddling with you

He thought since you were on your period, you wouldn’t want to be around him and it low key made him kind of sad, cause he would miss you

Then you guys spend the rest of the night scrolling through Tik Tok, and laughing along to videos

At some point, you end up seeing the thing girls do on Tik Tok where they ask their boyfriend’s how pads work

When Kaminari continues watching the video, and learns how pads actually work, he’s like turns to you and is like

“Wait, the sticky part doesn’t stick to your vagina?”

Somebody please help this poor idiot

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seijorhi · 4 years ago

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Through the cold, I'll find my way back to you

Me attempting a multi-part fic?? More likely than you think! I wrote this fic because this blog started with Hawks and Dabi and kinda got a bit of traction with soulmate au’s so to me it made sense to post it for my first anniversary. I hope you guys like it! 💕

Touya Todoroki (Dabi) x female reader, Keigo Takami (Hawks) x female reader

TW canonical character ‘death’, a little angst and maybe a slight hint of dub-con (if you squint your eyes a little)

Part I, II

You’re eleven years old when your parents take you by the hand, sit you down on the couch and tell you that your soulmate is dead.

It doesn’t make sense. There’s a hollow ache inside of your chest like something important is gone but you were with Touya only yesterday. You had the rest of your lives together, you were gonna leave with him, start something better…

You feel empty and you can’t understand it. He can’t be dead, that’s not how it works. You find your soulmate and you get to ride off into the sunset. You get to be happy, everyone knows that.

But it doesn’t sink in until you’re kicking and screaming by his grave and Endeavor won’t so much as meet your eye and your parents are pulling you back because there’s no body.

There’s nothing left of Touya Todoroki.

And there’s nothing left of you without him.

—

They call it the bloom. A simple touch, the first from your soulmate’s hand, and the mark appears on your skin like drops of ink spilled into water. You’ve always thought it beautiful, the delicate black pattern imprinted on your wrist.

You can still remember the heat you’d felt when it happened. Not the burning kind you knew him capable of, but like the warmth of a fire seeping through you. And you remember the way those bright, blue eyes had widened as you’d tripped and fell, taking him with you. His mark was over his heart; Touya always was stupidly smug about that.

You were just kids. Angry and scared and lost, but you had Touya and Touya had you.

(Not that that counted for anything in the end. He still died alone.)

They say it’s rare to find your soulmate before adulthood, but you’d been one of the lucky ones.

Lucky.

The word tastes bitter on your tongue now. It’s not that you disagree exactly – even now, years after his death you’re glad that you had time with him. You would’ve been grateful for a minute, for a mere glance at his face. Two and a half years with your soulmate was a gift, but having him, losing him so young only meant that you had more years of your life to struggle on without him.

And sometimes you catch yourself staring at your mark, lost in thought. Touya was the one with all the plans, you were always just the tag along, happy to go anywhere so long as he was the one leading you. You wonder what he’d think if he could see you now. Not the Hero you’d let yourselves imagine, though you suppose you both knew deep down that was nothing more than a pipe dream for someone like you.

Gazing around your cramped, messy apartment, debating exactly how badly you need this shitty, barely-enough-to-scrape-by job, you can’t imagine he’d be impressed.

God knows your parents are disappointed, but that’s nothing new. The Quirkless daughter of two mid rank heroes – well, the only thing you ever had going for you was being Enji Todoroki’s future daughter in law, and everybody knows how that one ended.

But part of you likes to think that maybe Touya wouldn’t judge you too harshly for it. You’re doing the best you can. You’re surviving, all on your own, that has to count for something, doesn’t it?

There’s a text message awaiting you when you roll over and grab your phone.

Happy Birthday x

Natsuo never forgets. The rest of the Todoroki’s – you ceased to matter to them the day they buried an empty casket for their son. Natsuo’s the only one who bothers to check in on you, make sure that you’re keeping your head above the water. It’s usually just a message here and there, and he calls you on Touya’s birthday. And on the anniversary of his death.

It’s painful for him, but you suppose you’re the only tangible connection he has left of his brother.

You stare at the message for a moment longer, a strange feeling tugging at your heart. Typing out a quick reply, you set your phone down and fall back onto your bed, staring up at the ceiling with a sigh.

Today of all days, you’d honestly rather just roll over and let the hours pass you by, but your boss isn’t that forgiving and as much as you hate to admit it, you need this job.

The hotel’s already abuzz by the time you clock in, your manager’s jaw tight, a frown pinching at his face. As much as you don’t like him, you can’t exactly blame him for the bad mood – in less than three hours, the ballroom will be filled with a media circus and a plethora of pro heroes. Some big promotional event before the hero rankings are announced; you honestly don’t care.

It just means that everybody’s on edge, you’re gonna spend all day stuck in heels, smiling blandly while you serve people who won’t so much as look twice at you.

And then there’s the real reason you’re dreading today. 6’4”, blue eyed, broad shouldered, currently burning holes into you from across the ballroom while you carry around a platter of canapés. The last time you’d seen Enji Todoroki in person was two weeks after the funeral, and he’d ignored you entirely.

That was years ago; you weren’t even in your teens. Half of you had hoped that in his infinite arrogance and the complete lack of care he’d shown since his son’s death he would’ve forgotten about you entirely.

From the way he’s spent the last twenty minutes staring at you while bulldozing past reporters, though, you’re not feeling all that confident.

And for the life of you, you can’t figure out why your presence seems to be disturbing him so much, considering you’re really only there to serve and then fade into the background. It’s not like you’re chasing after him, demanding an autograph much less any kind of acknowledgement – you’re not exactly thrilled to be here either. Things work just fine with the two of you pretending the other doesn’t exist.

Does he think you’ve planned this? Some big ‘fuck you’ to try and mess with what you’re sure will be an announcement of his retainership of the number one position? Even while Touya was still alive, his father didn’t have a place in your life – he was off training his youngest, you barely saw him and you were glad for it.

While he might have hated him, some part of Touya still idolised him, craved his approval, but Enji had never been anything to you but a selfish, unfeeling monster. A bully.

But now he’s staring at you, slack jawed and wide eyed like he’s seen a ghost and it’s harder than you thought it would be to keep that smile plastered across your face knowing he’s watching your every move.

Your cheeks feels hot, and it only gets worse when you realise that Endeavor’s less than subtle behaviour is slowly but surely drawing attention from others in the room. A few curious reporters have shot you odd looks, heads cocked for a moment before dismissing you as just another waitress, hardly headline worthy.

The other heroes are less quick to brush you off. Mirko, current number five, elegantly clasping her glass of champagne in a gloved hand keeps shooting furtive glances between you and Enji, Gang Orca’s beady eyes following you across the floor, a flicker of what you’re fairly sure is concern maring his face.

It’s mortifying. Your smile is stretched and painful, your throat tight and you feel utterly exposed, but there’s nothing you can do. The flame hero doesn’t seem to care about the attention he’s drawing, or that with every passing minute it gets harder and harder for you to maintain that professional, customer service demeanour you need for this job.

And you’re beyond caring if he’s embarrassed to find his firstborn’s soulmate has sunk so low in his absence, you just want him to stop staring so you can finish your shift in peace. But it seems like the flame hero has other plans, because you’re just beginning to seriously weigh up your chances of keeping this job if you just up and walk off right here and now when Enji’s limited patience finally reaches its threshold.

He doesn’t bother offering excuses towards the poor reporter trying to pry an interview out of him, he just abruptly sets his drink down and starts stalking towards you. Rationally, you realise that with all these people here, he can’t make too much of a scene.

It’s just that even the thought of having to talk with him, to look into those blue eyes that are so painfully familiar yet wrong–

You can’t do it.

Not today.

And so you spin on your heel, stomach lurching. The silver tray in your hands stacked high with champagne teeters and falls, crystal glass shattering on the marble floors drawing gasps from the crowd. Endeavor calls out your name but you block him out, desperately weaving your way through the stunned mass of people.

Most of them give you a wide berth, likely due to the oversized hero barrelling after you. He calls your name again, louder this time. It’s not a scream, or a yell – it almost sounds pleading, though you can’t possibly imagine why. Endeavor doesn’t do pleading.

Your cheeks are burning; there’s too many people staring and hot tears begin to prickle at your eyes. A flash of red blurs past your field of vision and you start, a sharp squeak slipping out as a figure lands before you, blocking your exit.

Handsome with bushy eyebrows, dirty blonde hair messily brushed back and golden eyes gleaming; the hero in front of you would be impossible to mistake, even if it weren’t for the sweeping blood red wings sprouting from his back. Hawks, the current number two pro-hero and the only man standing between you and your fumbling escape.

Your body’s slow to catch up with your mind though, and as you try to stop, backpedal and side-step him at once your foot catches on your ankle. It’s instinctive, the way your arms fly up, wildly trying to catch yourself before you fall on your ass.

Just like you suppose it’s instinctive for him to rush forward to do the same.

It happens in a split second, your fingers brushing the skin of his neck just above the collar of his shirt, his hand grasping at your waist to steady you. Beneath his gloved hand a familiar burst of heat warms your skin.

Time slows to a crawl. The ballroom, all the gathered heroes and the press, your co-workers, they all fade into the background as your eyes dart to your fingertips, resting gently on the side of Hawks’ throat. There, a soft, inky black mark begins to unfurl spreading up to his jaw, disappearing below the collar of his turtleneck.

Over the quiet hum of the classical music playing in the background, you hear his breath catch.

He has you dipped, the two of you frozen as if in a dance and for a moment you dare to meet those piercing golden eyes. There’s a clicking sound, a camera shutter you distantly register, but while it makes your heart jump, Hawks pays it no mind.

He stares at you with impossibly wide eyes; open, vulnerable and raw.

And then he blinks, and that glimpse is gone, his grip tightening as he slowly sets you right. He doesn’t let you go, however.

“Hawks,” Enji’s tone is low and gruff, a warning this time.

Tension, thick and crackling with electricity hangs in the air between the three of you, amplified by the crowd of onlookers. All those journalists, chomping at the bit with the realisation of a juicy story playing out right in front of their eyes. Your name’s called out again, not by Endeavor, but by the reporter he’d cut off before – eyeing you now with an eager leer that has you recoiling back into Hawks’ embrace.

It’s enough to jerk the winged hero into action. His mouth finds your ear, his thumb sweeping soothingly along your side as he speaks low enough for only you to hear.

“You wanna leave, baby bird?”

You don’t remember nodding, but you must have, because in the space of a single heartbeat Hawks has you hoisted up in his arms, those powerful wings spreading wide – and you’re flying.

—

“I don’t think I have a job anymore,” you laugh drily, staring down at the city lights twinkling on the horizon.

Beside you, Hawks snorts in agreement, “Hell of a way to make an exit, though.”

He’s not wrong. You can only imagine what the tabloid headlines will say tomorrow ‘Pro Hero sweeps hotel waitress soulmate off her feet’ ‘Hawks mates for life; Endeavor jealous?’ Even if by some miracle your boss wasn’t intent on firing you on the spot, you’re not sure you can even bear to show your face there again.

It’ll be a pain though, trying to find a new job while your face is plastered across every less than reputable news outlet.

Perched atop the rooftop of Hawks’ hotel, halfway across the city, the wind ruffling gently through your hair, everything feels… surreal almost. It’s your birthday, and instead of crashing through the door of your apartment, exhausted and aching before falling face first onto your bed and not moving for the next few hours, you’re here. With the number two pro hero. Who, incidentally, is your second soulmate.

Having more than one soulmate, it’s not unheard of, just… rare.

And your hand’s entwined with his, his gloves long since discarded, his fleece lined jacket draped over your shoulders. Touya’s mark, long since blossomed across your inner wrist lies starkly between the two of you, unignorable.

“It was his son, wasn’t it?” he asks eventually, breaking the fragile silence as he toys with your fingers. When you nervously risk a glance up, Hawks doesn’t look angry or upset or even that jealous. Those golden eyes study your face with an odd kind of curiosity, but there’s no trace of resentment there. “Touya, the one who died. He was your soulmate.”

It’s not a question, but you find yourself nodding anyway. A part of you’s almost surprised he put it together so quickly, but you guess being a pro hero of that calibre requires a little more than just having a strong quirk.

“I’m sorry,” you murmur, because what else can you say?

You can’t possibly imagine how he’s feeling right now, what thoughts are running through his head. You’d accepted a long time ago that while you’d love Touya Todoroki until your dying breath, he was gone; that chance of a fairytale happily ever after going with him. Another soulmate wasn’t something you’d ever considered, much less wasted time longing for.

And yet here you are, another mark inked across your skin and it feels wrong somehow, yet also completely right. Imagining being on the other foot; putting yourself in Hawks’ shoes – a pro hero soulmated to some insignificant, quirkless waitress, and not only that, but finding out she has another soulmate, somebody she loved before you, a ghost of a memory you’ll always be competing against… you honestly don’t know how you’d feel.

“Look at me,” he whispers, calloused fingers coaxing at your chin. Heart thrumming like a hummingbird's you comply, letting out another soft squeak as Hawks takes the hand still entwined with his and lifts it to his neck, right above his mark.

He smiles, nuzzling into the touch as your breath stutters. “You’re mine, aren’t you?” Again, you find yourself nodding without even really being conscious of it. It doesn’t seem to matter to Hawks though, whose smile widens at the sight of it. He leans in closer, his breath fanning across your face as molten pools of honey drink you in. You wonder if he can feel the way your pulse is racing under his touch, mixed emotions warring inside of you as he cups your cheek.

“And I’m yours. That’s all I care about, baby bird.”

He’s drawing you into a kiss before you can even comprehend the words, soft lips moving against yours. Gently at first, but that sweetness gives way to a burning urgency as he pulls you closer, holds you tighter.

Hawks kisses you like your lips hold salvation, and it’s frightening and thrilling and it feels like every nerve in your body is electrified when his teeth catch at your bottom lip and he moans your name.

There’s some part of you that realises that you’re moving too fast – soulmates or not he’s practically a stranger – but as you break for air, panting and breathless and Hawks looks at you with those burning, beautiful eyes; you’re helpless to resist.

“Keigo,” he tells you as he lays you down on his bed, crawling up between your thighs with a gleaming, hungry smirk that’s nothing less than predatory, “Call me Keigo.”

#yandere bnha #yandere hawks x reader #yandere dabi x reader #yandere keigo takami x reader #yandere touya todoroki x reader #tw character ‘death’#tw dub con #soulmate au #I’m not even sorry #except I am #lmao last one I promise

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egcdeath · 4 years ago

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aunt flo

summary: your monthly friend decides to visit you while staying over at steve’s.

word count: 1.5k

pairing: steve rogers x reader

warnings: periods (so blood as well), awkward situations

a/n: this is definitely inspired by the *ahem* cycle that is currently plaguing me. it also hasn’t been thoroughly edited as this was the first time in a while that i’d written something, and i wanted to share it with you all as soon as possible! i hope you enjoy <3

Sleeping over at Steve’s apartment was never a bad experience for you. He seemed to always be completely prepared for what the night would entail, whether it be a plethora of snacks, or your favorite scent of lotion.

However, when you woke up in what felt like a pool of your own blood, saying you were alarmed was a bit of an understatement. You mentally cursed at yourself for not realizing ahead of time that your cycle was set to start any time that week, and the fact that you’d bled all over your boyfriends sheets.

You attempted to slip out of Steve’s grasp and out of bed to assess the damage done in both your underwear, and on the bed. Once you were finally standing on the floor and gawking at the red spot in bed, you rubbed your forehead exasperatedly. While it wasn’t as bad as you’d expected, it certainly wasn’t good. The quarter sized blood stain seemed to be glaring back to you, and you decided to glare back at it before heading into the en-suite.

Before plopping yourself down on the toilet, you searched through cupboard upon cupboard for some sort of period product. Behind the mirror: aftershave, Advil, bandaids, a random bar of soap, nothing you could use. Under the sink: Epsom salt, your favorite body wash, an extra bottle of shampoo, but not a tampon in sight. Above the toilet: a few rolls of toilet paper, yet nothing even resembling a pad.

Seeing as Steve seemed pretty prepared for anything related to you, you were more than a bit surprised that he hadn’t considered that you were a menstruating human. You huffed as you sat down on the toilet, then assessed the damage control you’d need to do. First and foremost, you needed something to protect the rest of Steve’s apartment from your uterine lining. After you figured that out, you desperately needed to get that stain out of your boyfriend's sheets before he’d notice.

Maybe you could order some pads from a grocery store to his apartment. That seemed like a safe bet, but Steve would probably become concerned if he realized you’d been in the bathroom for 45 minutes. Perhaps you could just leave without a word to Steve. But that raises the issue of a random blood stain, and possibly, an upset Steve.

“Think, Y/N, think,” you muttered to yourself. You attempted to brainstorm more options for yourself, but ultimately ended up dozing off, and waking up to the soft rapping against the bathroom door, along with the sound of Steve’s voice.

“Sweetheart, everything okay in there? You’ve been in there for a while, and I saw some blood on the bed. Did you hurt yourself?”

You mentally cursed at yourself, at least now you’d only have to worry about obtaining a pad, and not addressing the mess on the bed.

“Oh yeah, I’m completely fine. Actually, I should probably head home,” you attempted to sound convincing, but didn’t exactly hit the mark.

“Are you sure? I thought we were gonna get brunch together this morning.”

You could’ve sworn you heard the frown in Steve’s voice. “Oh, uh, I’m not super hungry right now.”

“Okay, that’s fine. But about that blood, what happened? Are you alright?” He questioned.

“I’m fine, Steve.”

“Did the headboard scratch you? Did I sleep fight you or something? Did you hit your leg on the nightstand again?”

“Jesus Steve,” you scoffed a bit at the overload of questions. “I just started my period. And you have nothing I can use here, so I need to go home. That’s why there’s blood in your bed, and that’s why I’ve been in here all morning.”

“Doll, you should’ve told me! I’ll go get you something, okay?” He opened the door just a crack, and blew you a kiss. “Just stay right where you are. I’ll be back quicker than you can say period. There’s medicine behind the mirror, and I can grab you my heating pad before I go. Maybe taking a shower would help t-“

“Steve,” you giggled. “That’s plenty. Now go get my shit so I can stop bleeding all over the place.”

“Got it. I love you,” he smiled warmly at you before closing the door softly, and heading out.

—

Steve basically sprinted to his nearest convenience store, getting lost in the feminine hygiene section, then finding himself completely at loss with what he was supposed to buy. There were just too many options. He considered calling you to ask what you need, but he didn’t want to bother you more than necessary. Plus, you could be standing in the shower right now, and what if you heard your phone ringing, tried to get out of the shower to answer, and slipped? The thought of you hurting yourself made Steve shudder.

He ended up settling on three different varieties of pads and tampons. If you didn’t need them, he could always donate them to a local shelter. He then stopped by the candy aisle to grab you some dark chocolates (he’d heard in passing that it was good for menstruating women), along with a package of panties that looked like they could be your size, before hopping in line at a register.

In the midst of Steve’s menstruation mania, he failed to notice a random customer snapping a photo of him with the over abundance of women’s hygiene products. He was much more busy with checking out and getting back to you as fast as humanly possible.

——

Once Steve made it back to his apartment, he found you still in the bathroom, surrounded by a light mist of fog from the shower, and clad in an oversized sweatshirt with a faded SHIELD logo.

“I didn’t know what to get you, so I got you everything,” Steve blushed at his own unpreparedness, then passed you the bags of period products. “I’m gonna go change the sheets. When you’re ready, just meet me in bed, okay?” He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before leaving the bathroom, letting you handle your business.

——

A breakfast-in-bed and movie marathon later, you were still cuddled up in Steve’s bed, his massive body giving you an extra level of warmth that was soothing your cramps like nothing you’d ever witnessed before. You were probably more comfortable than you’d ever been. Except for the incessant vibrating of your phone on the bedside table.

You’d finally reached out for it, and were pretty shocked to see all of the messages you’d received. You opened the first message from one of your closest friends, and your eyebrows raised as you read it.

LMAO read this right now bitch

enews.com/caps-pad-problem

Curiosity got the best of you, so you opened up the article.

#Padgate?

If you've been anywhere on the internet in the last few hours, you’ve certainly seen the word “padgate” trending. The reason why is more interesting than you’d think.

Early this morning, Captain America, America’s sweetheart was spotted buying out the entirety of the feminine hygiene section of his local convenience store.

From this, a huge question rises. Is he donating? There’s certainly enough pads and tampons to keep an army of women satisfied for a year. Is he seeing someone? She must be some lucky gal. Either way, when we thought this man couldn’t get any more lovable- he did!

You blushed while reading the article, not exactly sure how to feel. After letting it simmer in your brain for a second, you began to giggle, deciding that more than anything, it was pretty damn funny. You texted a quick message back to your friend who’d sent the article, then finally began to speak to Steve, who was giving you a bit of a confused look at your giggling.

“Steve, you goof. Someone took a picture of you buying all of that period stuff, and now the internet has gone wild.”

“What? Let me see,” he reached for your phone, and you gladly passed it to him. He skimmed over the article, then furrowed his brows. “Tony and the PR department are never going to let me live this down,” he groaned.

“Don’t be so dramatic, maybe something good will come out of this!” You chided, giving him a mischievous grin.

——

As it turns out, the word good is subjective.

It’d been about a month post-padgate, and you’d been strolling through the store with Steve, working on getting your groceries for the week.

As you entered the wellness aisle, you looked at the shelves containing menstrual products, knowing that you needed to restock sooner than later.

When you first saw what you saw, you had to do a complete double take. Your eyes must’ve been deceiving you.

A Tampax box stared back at you, a logo with a shield containing a star clearly defined on the box, along with the text ‘Captain America approved!’

“No way,” you actually laughed out loud at the sight. “Steve!” you grabbed onto his sleeve, and pulled him in the direction of the box so he could see what you were seeing.

“No way!” He reprised. “Oh my God. I’m really never gonna live this down, am I?”

#steve rogers x reader #steve x reader #steve rogers x you #captain america #captain america x you #avengers x reader #captain america x reader #chris evans x you #chris evans x reader #marvel fanfic #marvel fanfiction #hey i wrote that lol

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wreckofawriter · 4 years ago

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Magnolia Final Part

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: Mentions of blood and death

Summary: idk dude just read the other chapters first or this is gonna make no sense

A/n: I did this instead of studying for my finals, also it could probably use a neither round of editing but I was anxious to post it. And I really don't give a fuck if this is historically inacurate all research done for this was from Pirate of the Caribbean.

Part 1 Part 2

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You considered the stars your friends, their predictability and reserve made them easy to get along with. You had been taught to read their language from your early days of ships and oceans. As a child, you would speak to them, whispering secrets from your bedroom window. Your young nights had been filled with time spent stretching from the top of your magnolia tree to try and grasp their beauty. Even now as you stared up at the heavens you wished to cradle them like priceless jewels, their wonder never faded. But you supposed their mystery is what made them so appealing, everyone wanted something they could never quite reach.

The news of your captured prince had spread like fire in a dry wind, the letters you had sent to Aldir and their neighboring kingdoms throwing many into action. Sirius’s kingdom was large, powerful, and merciless. Some wanted the prince for leverage, many others wanted blood; revenge driving them to empty treasuries and sharpen swords. At first, you had been sitting pretty, letters of bids coming to you at every stop you made. Eventually, prices got too high and kingdoms decided it would be easier to take than to pay.

Ash burned in the back of your throat, you stared at your feet as the second ship that week crumbled into the ocean. Its flames were heavy on your back, reflecting in the greys of the sea. A particularly large crack of the fire made the breath catch in your throat. Your fear of the element had persisted for years filling your nightmares with smoke and screams.

As the distance between you and the defeated ship lengthened your heart began to calm. The air was thick with moisture, purple clouds bruising the dull sky. The ocean was frothy, waves lapping tirelessly at the sides of your ship.

Your mind felt dizzy, the taste of blood still thick in your mouth. Two more men had been lost in the fight which had taken place just minutes ago. One flung into the ocean and the other struck by a bullet. That was six bodies that you had been forced to dump into the sea the past month.

You had to get rid of Sirius before more corpses were to be fed to the sharks. This had never been so strikingly obvious before yet, you hesitated. Nails dug into your palms, the voices in your head fighting a clamoring war. Your feelings were illegible, their messy colors smeared together in an uninterpretable painting. So you threw them away, ignoring the throb in your chest and taking a breath. Sirius was to be sold to the highest bidder and that was that. You felt your past’s grip on your throat loosening. There was only one way to get rid of what used to be, you had to kill it.

Sirius had never been so bewildered before. His life had been a book that was written a thousand times over. The prince falls in love, the queen doesn’t approve, the love runs off, the prince finds the love, and then happily ever after. But life wasn’t as sweet nor simple as a children’s story and this may be the first time that he had ever truly realized that. All it took was the prince to be tied in the love’s basement ready to be sold to his death.

Sirius woke with a start as metal clattered inches from his face. His heart pounded loudly in his ears as his breath slowly returned to his lungs. He stared at the plate which had woken him, it was piled higher than normal with two rolls dropped next to it. He peered up at the giver of this gift.

He recognized the small blonde as the one he had threatened a few weeks before, the fear he had seen in her eyes that moment now replaced with pity, bitter and soft like rotten fruit.

“I wanna talk.” She said plainly, toeing the plate towards him like a bribe, he supposed that’s exactly what it was.

Sirius sat up ignoring the hammer of his head. His hair stuck to his cheek, slick with sweat. The woman whose name he never learned dropped to a squat beside him, a small knife held in her hand. His eyes widened as it glinted in the small gas lamp hanging above his head.

“Relax.” She sighed cutting the rope that tethered his hands behind his back.

Sirius felt his shoulders groan in protest as they fell forward, his wrists aching and rubbed red. Hot pin pricks filled his fingers as he clenched and unclenched his fists.

When he looked back up Adrie was now seated in front of him, her legs crossed. She glanced down at the food and then back up at him, “You can eat if you agree to answer some questions.” Her demands were simple.

He let silence settle for just a moment, “Fine.” After all, what did he have to lose? His dignity? His pride? They had been sleeping with the fishes for ages.

She pushed the plate towards him, watching him quietly as he began to eat, “You don’t look like much of a prince to me.” She hummed after a moment.

Sirius swallowed, licking his lips, “Does anyone after two weeks locked in the bottom of a ship full of scum?"

Adrie cracked a smile, “I suppose not.”

She stared at him still, she was lying a bit. Years held prisoner couldn’t erase the royalty he was raised with, it stuck to him like wet stuck to water. Nothing and everything proved him a prince, you could take his crown but you could never take his title.

“How do you know y/n?”

Sirius was startled by the suddenness of the question but not remotely surprised it was asked, “She hasn’t told you?”

“I wouldn’t be asking if she had,” Adire responded, her tone was blunt.

He bit into a roll thoughtfully taking his time to chew slowly, she was patient, her blank expression, not faltering.

“I thought you were friends.” He mumbled with a full mouth.

Her jaw tightened, “Y/n doesn’t speak of her past.”

“So you’ve come to me for information?” Sirius said mild mockery in his voice.

“Obviously.”

He eyed the woman curiously, she was not what he had expected of your right hand man. Sirius smiled loosely, “You sure you wanna disobey Captain’s orders?”

“Start talking or I take the food and hang you by your ankles.”

Sirius huffed glancing between her and his food, “Fine, you win.”

“Good. Tell me everything.” She demanded.

Sirius felt his throat tighten around the potatoes he had swallowed, his mind ached with hazy memories of summer days and speeding hearts, “There isn’t much to tell.”

“You’re a bad lair.” Adire hummed.

Sirius sighed, eyes falling to the bright white scars which laced his hands. He wasn’t sure where else to start but the beginning. He told of a loud baker girl who snuck over the walls into his garden and brought him pastries and friendship. He continued with vague details, of growing up together with swords and stars, reliving each moment he shared.

He felt his words stiffen as he spoke of falling in love with you. Part of him felt like he was talking of someone completely different. Someone who had burnt up with her parents in a small bakery a million miles away. What was left, muffling cries above him, was a shell of that girl her soul replaced with seaweed and smoke. He pushed the thought away, swallowing it with the lump in his throat as he continued to speak of a proposal he regretted and the consequences of disobeying his mother.

The broken fairytale cut his tongue filling his mouth with a bitter taste. He attempted to wash it down with the rum his listener had brought to him but its flavor was just as bad, it's only redemption was the warmth that filled his stomach.

Adrie looked at him blankly, "I don't blame her for wanting you dead."

Sirius wished she had stayed silent.

"But I pity you, you don't deserve death."

He didn't look up and instead finished his drink, "Your pity means nothing to me."

She sighed standing to her feet, "I never thought it did."

When her boots disappeared up the ladder he let his cup drop to the ground, it rolled knocking into his heel as tears dripped from his chin.

By the time you had dropped anchor just off of Haran, the moisture had dropped from the air. Dry winds and clear skies greeted your crew.

Rowboats were dropped in the water quickly, the sun was setting fast and a night of cheap ale and cheaper women were in the forefront of many a man's heads.

You were tired, the happiness of your crewmates falling short at your feet. Exhaustion had replaced all anger and sadness you had harbored for the past weeks making your eyes grow dull as the bags beneath them. The satchel burned under your arms had a note you had written agreeing to the Yerith King’s price. You had singed your finger on the wax used to seal the envelope, it still throbbed a bit with the unsteady beat of your heart. You tried not to think about much on your way to land instead filling your head with that faint burn and fog of the setting sun.

Adrie watched as you played with the diamond strung around your neck, a new piece she had only seen in recent days. She assumed you had taken it from one of the ships which had recently burnt into the sea. The bright stone was so different from the rest of your jewelry she was surprised you wore it all. Obnoxious gems had never been your type.

She was wrong on this thought, large jewels used to be what you would stare at as you passed shop windows, wishing you had the money to clutch one in your hand. They used to be a dream and a wish, now they were just things you stole and sold to the highest bidder.

Sirius had been briefly told of the plans for the evening. Two men whom he had become somewhat accustomed to during his stay had tied him up. The knots were tighter than usual as they were to be gone for the night. In his usual nature, Sirius complained about the ache of his wrists and the cramps in his legs. His grievances went unheard and his company disappeared from sight. The boat was quiet within the hour, nothing but the creak of old boards and calls of gulls far above his head breaking the silence.

He drifted in and out of sleep for a few hours, time passing in its usual way, slowly. Finally, a clear thought came to Sirius’s head, he had the whole boat to himself. That meant there was no one to stop him from escaping his certain and quickly approaching death.

Sirius tried to twist his hands out of the rope for what must have been an hour and only resulted in drawing blood from his wrists. Switching tactics he began to slowly shuffle and roll around the cabin he was in, searching for anything that could cut rope. As the sun’s light began to fade his task was growing difficult. Just before he gave in to his exhaustion Sirius found a bent nail sticking about a centimeter out of the ladder that led to the upper deck. The next two hours were spent rubbing his binds against the dull metal until they finally snapped.

After a month of being held prisoner, freedom left him stunned. He stumbled up the ladder until he reached the ship’s deck. The warm breeze which washed over him felt like a gift from the gods. A smile stretched his aching cheeks and for the first time in a while Sirius Black let out a genuine laugh.

He quickly found a small boat which he could lower to the water. He could be miles away before the sun rose and you found his binds cut. Judging by the port you had stopped at he was only a few days' row from neutral lands. There he could gather himself and write for help. He was saved.

Sirius’s glee was cut short as he realized that he was missing one vital thing; you. The only reason he was out here in the first place was for you. He had spent years following rumors across the sea, he had given up his place as king, he had spent hundreds of thousands on supplies. But the truth was even if he hadn’t done all that, even if he had stumbled across you within a week and spent no more than ten doubloons he still wouldn’t leave this ship alive unless you were by his side.

Sirius cursed, slamming his fist into the deck. His eyes darted around in what felt like panic. He was trapped between your love and his life and while he had chosen the former weeks ago he had no way of securing it.

In the dark, a glint of light was seen. A crate of liquor stowed next to the captain’s quarters revealed itself to the pale moon. The man's mind buzzed, he realized quickly that he would need to act fast, the hours of the dark he had left must be well used.

The deal had been easy, one glance at the large gem and you had a buyer offering hundreds. You walked away with 400 doubloons knowing it was worth much more. Not that you cared, you had been hours from chucking the necklace into the sea.

It was late at night now, the golden light of pubs and brothels spilling onto the gravel road you walked. Your legs still felt weak, they were accustomed to the sway of boats on sloshing waves not the strange sturdiness of the ground. You hadn’t been able to sleep well on land since you had stepped off it, you had always opted for a swinging hammock over a still cot.

You swung your bag of coins round in circles as you made your way to the beach. The water was smooth save the ripple of waves drawn by the full moon. Sand glistened silver under your boots, the light crash of water on rocks echoing around you.

You had never intended to spend the full night on land, your crew was well aware of this fact and none would be surprised to find you gone in the morning. You shoved one of your beached row boats back into the water, splashing about ankle deep before leaping into it.

When you reached your ship, you sensed something was wrong immediately. The small voice which you tended to ignore was screaming in the back of your head. As you climbed onto the deck the strong scent of liquor overwhelmed you. You heard a soft splash and glanced down to look at the puddle you had stepped into. Swiping two fingers through the fluid and plopping them into your mouth you hummed. There was no mistaking the sharp taste of gin. You looked around to find the leak and instead locked eyes with a figure who stood about 20 meters in front of you.

“Sirius?” You asked though you already knew it was him, you didn’t think you would ever forget his face, even if it was obscured by the shadows of the moon.

He gapped at you, unsure of what to say.

You took a step closer and caught a glance of the bottle he held in his hand. Its thin neck was stuffed with a piece of cloth, the soft glow of a gas lamp flickering behind him. The second you realized what he had planned your gun was pointed at his chest.

“Drop the bottle Black.” you hissed with a steady voice despite the fact that your gun was rattling in your hands. Your thoughts were now fogged with fear, plagued by smoke and flames.

Sirius had suddenly found his voice, “I know you’re not stupid enough to fire that. One spark and we’ll both go up in flames.”

Your breaths quickened, vision blurring as tears welled in your eyes. “Why are you doing this?” You croaked. “Why do you want to ruin everything I’ve built for myself?”

“I’m not leaving without you y/n.” He shouted, “I can’t live without you. Just come with me. Please. Just come with me and it will all be fine.”

You shook your head, “No.”

“Please, please! I need you y/n, I can’t go back without you!” He begged, snatching the lamp from behind him, “I won’t be able to live.”

It was in that moment that you understood he was just as desperate as you, just as lost and hopeless. You dropped your gun to your side, tears sliding slowly down your cheeks. Your throat tightened holding back a sob, “Okay.” You said with a broken voice.

Sirius cracked a small smile, “I knew it.” He sighed, “I knew you still loved me.” Setting down the lamp he opened his arms walking towards you. You met him halfway burying your face into his rough jacket.

“God I missed you y/n,” he whispered as you slipped a knife from under your sleeve.

“I’m so sorry Siri.” You mumbled in response before plunging the blade into his back.

You held him as he collapsed forward, choking back on his own blood. You had begun to sob, hand still clutching the hilt of the blade which was lodged into him. Eventually his weight became too much to bear and you both fell to the ground. Sirius rolled off next to you, his hand still clasped around your own. The two of you started up at the stars listening as his breaths slowed. Just before they stopped completely you felt a small squeeze of your hand and for just a moment you saw the soft pink of a petal floating towards you.

You weren't sure how long you lay there, staring up at the sky but it was long enough for you to finally realize that you were the villain of your story. It was an odd thing to recognize considering in all of the books you had carried as a child you took the place of the protagonist; the one who swung the sword to save the kingdom You had always been the one to end your life with a happily ever after.

Now you had realized that you had never been a hero. You had spent your life as a villain in the making, each step you had taken leading you closer and closer to your undeniable fate of evil. You had your chance to be the princess trapped in the tower, but you had ignored the prince and now took the shape of a witch. A witch who stole and killed and burned all that she hated. Some had to do it after all, we can’t all be heroes. There is no story without a villain, at least not one worth reading.

As much as the small baker girl who rested amongst the magnolia tree would have hated you, the woman you saw when you looked in the mirror was okay with who you had become. And if she was okay with it, then why did it matter what the past would have thought? You had been running from it for years and now you would never have to again. Because now your past ran from you.

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My Schedule as a Barely Functioning Adult

This is what I am dealing with in the next few weeks:

11/23/22 - Take a load over to the new house, drive 1 hour to IKEA to pick up items we bought, drive back, and put them together. Today's complication was brought to us by IKEA not having things in stock the first time, and also giving us a reopened an half-assembled Alvari drawer with the wrong drawer slides in it, and going back and getting the wrong drawer slide AGAIN! I suppose one fuck up out of 10 years of purchases is decent odds, so I will allow it.

11/24/22 - Ignore Thanksgiving, and pack the house for moving. Maybe go to a restaurant and eat sad restaurant thanksgiving. Not sure what's happening with this. Wife is in charge.

11/25/22 - Ignore the holiday, pack the house and maybe take items over before movers. There is NO WAY we are letting them touch $600 Flu Vogs. Like who would risk that leather?

11/26/22 - Continue packing. Maybe take things. Maybe not.

11/27/22 - Even god got a rest day, so we plan on sitting in our cramped apartment, probably in bed because it will be the only place without boxes. We will do nothing! Because we are both old, and plan on being sore and exhausted.

11/27/22 - 11/30/22 Work. My job is a dumpster fire right now, and my boss and I have been entangled in a HR incident where she shared my medical issues to attempt to prevent a transfer to a different team. She's a total fucking shit, and it went so well that her boss is all over her right now, so things are tense. ALSO, pack for my wife's trip to Arizona for Electrolysis.

12/1/22 - Silently try not to panic at the idea of heading ot the airport at 0400 in the morning. Work the day, while being completely distracted, and trying not ot panic at my bosses complete incompetent shenanigans. (Hence the attempt to transfer in the first place.)

12/2/22 - Got to Airport. Support wife while she has to grow out her beard. Be anxious with TSA. Get to Arizona, get to Rental Car, get wife to electrolysis, and check into the hotel. Get back to my wife, and keep her company so I am at least there when someone says something shitty to her. Which is an ongoing theme.

12/3/22 - Get wife to all day electrolysis again. Say nothing except polite niceties. Big mask. Big mask!

12/4/22 - Get to airport, drop off rental, go through TSA, get back home, then drive back to our apartment. Realize it's all boxes, and not relaxing at all. Lay in a malaise of post Arizona funk, and be silently grateful our transgender asses don't live there.

12/5/22 - This should have been a post Arizona rest day, but nope! This will be the kick off of the final packing preparations. Moving are coming on the 10th. Call and confirm! Double check everything. Take anything that needs to go over, over, so the movers dont' have art and fragile things to move.

12/6/22 to 12/8/22 - Work in a shit show and look for new job posting at work so I can try and transfer again.

12/9/22 - Go to state capital to fight the unique transgender fight of trying to get my 30 year old marriage certificate amended to our new names. This requires an act of god, a 6th month wait for this appointment, and hoping all the name change court documents will be enough. Then! Drive back home, and take all electronics to the new house. We will take all TVs, and the four gaming consoles, plus two expansive computer set ups. We are talking endless monitors, KVM switches, and god knows what.

12/10/22 - MOVING DAY! Professional movers will come for boxes and furniture at 9am. We will anxiously watch and panic until all items are in the new house. Then we will probably unpack some.

12/11/22 - Unpack more.

12/12/22 - Unpack more.

12/13/22 - Not working, just laying in bad thinking thank god it's over and recovering.

I need an adult that is not me. This is the time I do wish I had a family to help. It's just my wife and I and we are also fighting executive dysfunction issues, and this is a lot for 3 weeks.

#needanadult #moving #travel #panic #Ohmy

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