#She didn't finish ut

[evvwenthome]

Studied for half an hour be proud of me

[petew21-blog]

Prison visit

Hi, my name is Logan. I come from a quite boring family that includes my dad, my mum and my little brother. Unfortunately our family is now somewhat broken, because my dad decided behind our back to steal some money from the company he was working for. It wasn't a small ammount for all I know, so he was locked up and we all had to got to the trial.

We all had to dress up to represent our family. I hated the moment when the judge sentenced my father for several years in prison. All I could think about was the fact that I was the one, who had to take care of our family now. Which meant that I had to leave the army.

Me and my brother skipped the first few visits, because mom said that dad had to get used to being in prison and he didn't want to be seen in a bad mood. But the first visit was quite nice. Maybe except for the attack. Some prisoner bumbed into momand they both fell on the ground. It must have been a mental patient, because he started crying and screaming, that his body was stolen. Creepy, right?

Mum must have been shocked. She even missed a few turns when we were coming home from prison. I left her to relax and cooked dinner for us. When I went up to get her, the door to her bedroom were wide open and I couldn't believe what I saw.

Mom stood in front of the mirror, naked and fingered herself. Screaming in pleasure.

She turned her head slightly and smiled. I immediately left, hoping she didn't notice me.

I got my brother and told him that mom was too tired to join us.

The following days were really strange. Mom was walking around the house only in her bra and panties. I didn't wanna look, because it's my mom but ut was unavoidable.

One night, I think I heard male and even another strange female voices coming from my parents bedroom.

I eventually had to start taking care of my brother, because she didn't seem concerned, that he didn't have any food to eat etc.

I woke up in the morning to a weird feeling on my body. I opened my eyes and froze. My mom sat on my bed, my chest and boxers were uncovered and she had her hand on my stomach.

I couldn't let out a word, what was happening?!

Mom:"I have such a handsome young son. You really take care of your body, don't you? My son a soldier. How PROUD I am."

Me:"Mom, what are you..."

Mom:"Ah, don't you worry. I am just taking care of my LITTLE boy. But looking at the bulge you're packing, it seems you're not so little. Haha"

Me:"Mom... Stop it."

Mom:"Oh, come on. Don't you tell me you don't like these perfect tits. That you never wanted to touch them. And this pussy. God, you're really gonna enjoy this. And I can't wait to enjoy that dick" she said as she squeezed her tits and touched herself over the pants she was wearing.

As she finished, she quickly sat on top of me, I still couldn't react. She then pressed something against my chest, which hurt real bad. I passed out.

I opened my eyes and realised I sat on top of someone. "What the fuck?" I saw my own face smiling at me, My old hands were now placed on my hips. And I felt something below me... hardening

My body:"So, how do you like those tits... MOM?"

Me:"What the hell?!? What did you do?"

My body:"I gave you a gift. You can enjoy those tits and that tight wet pussy you like to peek on. You dirty WHORE. And unless you want to be fucked by your own body, I suggest you get off, because I am more then ready to shoot."

I moved and fell on the ground. I look down and indeed. My muscular chest was replaced by a pair of big boobs. My mother's boobs. I am my MOTHER

Me:"Mom, why are you doing this? Why me?"

My body:"Ah, you're so naive. I am not your mom, Logan. Or I should call you Cristine, now. Or better yet, MOM."

He started flexing and laughing at me

My body:"The chicks are gonna love this. I can't wait to fuck someone as a man again. Being a woman sucks."

I still sat there in shock, watching my body posing, flexing and enjoying his new reflection.

Only then I noticed the phone next to the mirror. My body noticed it.

My body:"Oh this? That's for me to have a memory. And also an insurance if you won't behave. I recorded what I did in your mother's body and If you won't behave I won't hesitate to use that as evidence to get you in prison. Unless you want to join your father and mother in prison, I suggest you behave. Now, go cook something, woman. I am hungry and now I got a job to do."

I got up from the floor, looking back at my body, feeling up my body.

I need to get help somehow

Prisoner's P.O.V.

Getting this kid's body is like a gold medal. After many years in my overweight body and then being that woman, this is by far the best thing yet.

I took out his phone to snap a few photos.

This kid has an amazing body. I can't wait to put it to test.

A message came to his phone number from LOVE<3. I browsed through the messaged. Fuck, this kid is gay. Nevermind, gonna turn him straight and dump this fucker. There won't be no more gay shit under my watch.

"Jeez. He's like a sculpture. If I had looked like this before, I wouldn't have to steal from all those people. This is amazing. Let's get this body showered and ready for Stacy."

At Stacy's house

Stacy:"Fuck. I can't believe it worked again. I was worried, that you would stay in that woman's body. I couldn't picture us like that back together."

Prisoner:"Don't worry, my darling. I found myself a great body for you to suck and enjoy. Wait till you see the dick that this kid has. Not only it is big, but the head of the cock is so strange, but hot at the same time."

They started making out. The tongues moving from one mouth into another. But there was a problem, that has never happened before.

Prisoner:"Wait. Something is wrong."

Stacy:"It happens sometimes. Remember that you're in other man's body and you're still not used to it."

Prisoner:"It's not that. This kid is gay. I think I can't get hard for you."

Frustrated and bored, the new Logan rested in the living room of his new body. The "mother" was walking around suspiciously, but careful.

Prisoner:"This is bullshit. I can't be gay forever. I need to find a better body to swap."

The younger brother rushed in with his way too loose Spiderman costume to hug his brother, who now wasn't used to it and pushed him off of himself.

Kyle:"Why did you do that?"

Prisoner:"I don't want another man to touch me."

Kyle:"You're funny, Logan. If you wouldn't have a boyfriend, i would believe you."

Prisoner:"Right."

Kyle:"Ok, so byeee."

Prisoner:"Where are you going dressed like that? It's not Halloween."

Kyle:"To Johnny's. We are having a costume party sleepover, while his older brother is gonna look after us."

Prisoner:"Who is the brother? Do I know him?"

Kyle:"Yeah, you do. You played football together. He's in university."

Prisoner:"Hmm. Interesting." I just hope it's not another gay jock like this one.

Prisoner:"Kyle? I have a cool deal for you. Wanna hear it?"

Kyle:"I bet mom won't know a difference between me and Logan. I can pretend to be him easily without her noticing. But I wonder why would Logan do that. It's nice of him that he gave me his body to try the costume, but he went to that party instead of me. I was looking forward to that."

Kyle pulled up the zip of the costume and started doing Spiderman poses.

Kyle:"Hell, yeah. Wait till the boys see how my costume first better then everybody else's!"

[sunrizef1]

Austin Orange

Daniel Ricciardo x fem!reader

summary: Daniel’s obsession with Austin goes even farther than just the city.

A/n: finished this at 1 am lmao

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Austin, Texas 📍

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user3 is she from Austin?

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user5 Daniel in the likes??? 😭

user6 Danny ric????

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user9 r we gonna get farm content???

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user11 I <3 cowboy daniel

user12 Texas is my fav

user13 I recognize that hat shop…

user14 funniest thing is Daniel didn't even go to UT 😭

user15 this looks similar to a certain cow-girls post…

↳ user16 girl what

↳ user17 @/yourusername just posted and it was like these same pics

↳ user18 and Daniel even liked it lmao

↳ user19 not even trying to hide it lol

redbullracing 🐂

user20 does he understand college football???

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user22 where is heeeee

user23 the cow 🥹

user24 ranch content!

user25 I thought cowgirls were just in movies…

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user27 what’s the animals names?

↳ yourusername the cow is named Cheeto and the horse is named Billy <3

↳ user28 CHEETO?? 😭

danielricciardo 👋

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user29 YALL SEEING THIS?

user30 she responded!!!!

user31 so they’re in love now

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user34 🧑‍🦯 I do not see

user35 IS THAT Y/N????

user36 ewww

user37 CHEETO???

user38 no cuz you guys don’t get it, y/n had used the orange heart for forever and now Daniel is posting it after he finally got to meet her my heart can’t take it

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user40 lando?? 😭

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user41 danielllll

user42 that’s Daniel if I’ve ever seen him

user43 billyyyyy

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landonorris hey

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user45 she’s so bae

user46 when she’s from Texas >

user47 I still don’t like her

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user49 I’m in love with them both

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[mickandmusings]

something in the orange

pairing: jake seresin x f! southern! reader

word count: 1.2k

summary: when jake is back home in texas for football season, he tries to spend as much time as possible under stadium lights enjoying his season tickets. his girl, a loyal fan of her own state's team, begrudgingly trades in her own home colors for his gaudy orange.

warnings: fluff, simply just flirty hangman, reader is referred to as 'honey' by everyone, little knowledge of the university of texas at austin (born and raised in mississippi, msu fan by proximity, lsu fan through my dad, i'm just a sec baby) purely self indulgent for me, i'm obsessed with southern boy jake, author has limited knowledge on football

based on this request from the always lovely @fraaaaankiiiiieee i'm so in love with all of your ideas <3

**please note: since this is an extended series the love interest is referred to as 'honey' just because Y/N didn't seem right.**

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Honey was used to this routine after all these years of being married to Jake Seresin. Monday through Friday were for the Navy, while he was on a mission at least, or for working on the farm when he was home. Most Sundays were reserved for the Cowboys, but Saturdays, oh Saturdays, were reserved for the UT Longhorns. Game Day Saturdays were proper nouns among the Seresin's, which Honey had adopted as soon as she took his last name. She didn't mind it much, truthfully, she was passionate about her own home state's teams, almost equally as excitable as Jake.

More often than not his missions took him far from their home in Texas, which didn't allow him to enjoy the full extent of his season passes. It was rare for Jake to be home long enough to swing into Austin to watch a game, so most of the time the couple opted to enjoy it from the comfort of their living room couch. Jake would sling his arm around her, pulling her around by the waist, making comments about this year's lineup, which players would be starting, simply making small talk about the game. As the game progressed, however, he'd coach from the couch, sitting on the edge of the cushion, hands folded as his green eyes watched the players in either pure elation or complete disdain. His well-worn orange Longhorns cap would sit backwards atop his blonde locks, stationary, until he got frustrated, then the cap would come off for him to run his hands through his hair. It was one he'd owned since high school, well-loved, partially sun-bleached, and the fabric was starting to fray around the bill. His Grandpa Seresin had given it to him after he'd joined the high school football team, and he'd worn it ever since. It was his favorite, and he wore it with pride. After football season, the cap lived on the dash of his truck. He'd sometimes throw it on if he was running errands on a particularly sunny day, or if he was in a dire need to cover his windswept hair, but it seemed more often than not that the hat had become part of his otherwise spotless truck.

Today, however, Jake was finally home for the first time in several months, and there was nowhere else he wanted to be than under stadium lights on a beautiful, albeit warm, Texas afternoon. He was sitting in the living room of his and Honey's farmhouse, already dressed in his burnt orange polo with the little white longhorn on the corner, his aviators hanging loosely from the one button he had fastened at the top. He had been ready for nearly half an hour, and had made his home on the couch as he waited for Honey to finish getting ready. Jake was scrolling mindlessly through his phone when his wife's voice sounded from their upstairs bedroom.

"Jake?!"

His eyes looked up, laying his phone face down on his chest as he shouted back so she could hear.

"Ma'am?!"

He received no response, but her footsteps were heavy as she stomped down the stairs, one of Jake's many orange UT shirts tied on her torso, a little oversized. Denim shorts covered her legs to mid-thigh, a comfortable pair of shoes on her feet. Jake stands as she enters the room, as he always does, noting the unamused expression written across her face.

"What's the matter, baby?" His calloused hands reach to rest on each side of her hips.

"I look ridiculous, Jake," her voice is deadpan and serious. Jake's green eyes scan her frame, a sly smirk forming on his face.

"Nothin' wrong with what you got on. In fact, I think you look smokin'." He pulled her closer by her hips. Honey rolled her eyes, smiling up at her husband despite his cheesy flirtations. He leans down to kiss her, only taking a few seconds to deepen it before she's pushing him away from her lightly.

"Don't start that, Seresin," she bats her eyelashes. "Or we'll never make it out of here, and I'm not wearing this gaudy orange for shits and giggles."

"I don't know, darlin', orange might be your color."

She scoffs at her husband's statement and she grabs her bag as Jake ushers her out the door. She stands in front of his truck, already knowing Jake's insistence of opening her door. As he finishes locking the door Honey speaks.

"I look much, much better in maroon."

Jake knew his wife was right. As much as he loved her in his burnt orange, there was something about her in her home colors, sitting in the blistering southern heat as she cheered on her beloved bulldogs. He'd pay attention to he game, but never as much as he paid attention to her. His heart would nearly beat out of his chest as he watched her standing in front of him in the stands to get a better view, the anticipation in her eyes as the players lined up for the next play. He'd laugh as she jumped up and down for touchdowns and field goals, loving it most when she gave him a celebratory kiss.

Jake rolls his eyes, opening her truck door, nudging his head to motion her to get in, closing the door behind her before moving around to his side. He slides in and starts the truck, his usual country music station sounding through his speakers. He backs out and heads down their long driveway. Honey looks out the window, surveying the acres and acres of farmland, noting the livestock grazing and the scenic landscape. Once out of the country and onto big city roadways, her focus turns to her husband in the driver's seat.

Jake is leaned back in the seat, his aviators now perched on his nose. His left hand drums against the steering wheel to the song playing, his gold wedding band shining in the sunlight. His right sits on her thigh, his thumb drumming on her skin. His golden hair and tanned skin gleam in the Texas sun. She smiles, his time stationed in California had done him well.

"You're starin' sweetheart," his southern drawl is thick, completely prominant from his time back home.

"Can I not stare at my husband?! I didn't realize it was a sin."

"It's not, look all you want, baby, but the sight of you in my shirt sure is making me want to sin."

He turns his attention from the windshield of the truck to his wife for a split second, his green eyes staring her down over the tops of his aviators.

"You're stunnin', but I think I know what the outfit's missin',"

Honey's eyebrows raised at her husband, her own eyes cutting at his frame, his eyes now staring back ahead at the roads getting busier with traffic.

"Missin'? Didn't realize my outfit needed more. It's a football game, baby." Her voice is laced with humor as she speaks.

Jake's arm reaches towards the dash, his calloused hands grabbing the infamous orange hat, and tossing it backwards onto her head.

"Perfect!"

Y/N shakes her head at her husband's actions, straightening it so the longhorn emblem is facing the front, adjusting the strap in the back to fit her head. She rolls her eyes as she looks at her reflection in the small visor mirror, Jake's hand returning to her thigh. As he turns to look at her in his cap, Jake's grin is wide on his face, the kind of shit-eating grin only a man completely in love would have.

"No matter if the boys win or lose, baby, I'm still taking home the best looking trophy tonight."

[answer2jeff]

beneath the ashes //

a carmen berzatto x reader series.

chapter 0, prologue.

warnings : 18+!!!! drug abuse, suicide, smoking, uncomfortable and gut-wrenching situations, familial trauma, mentions of domestic violence, angst, carmen is cold and judgmental, Richie serves as a father figure and Claire is not a romantic interest.

word count: 1.6k

⁠disclaimer : if you can't understand the complexity and true excruciating nature of these topics outside of internet fiction, that's YOUR problem. writing about these things IS romanticizing them and i do understand that. i don't advise reading this fic if you're a recovering addict or are triggered by drug abuse, or literally anything else mentioned. reader in this fic is a complicated, messy, but deeply kind human being. reader is not in active addiction!!!!

addicts are not monsters. this is FICTION.

also, this series js going to take a LONG time to finish. real ones will stick around 💔💯

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Street lights, rain, more rain, ashes.

Ashes, ashes, ashes. The ones on the street wet with precipitation that slowly dissolve. The ones scattered on the tongue of your shoes, and the ones accumulating underneath your fingernails and coating your breath in a thick, sickly film of burnt tobacco. Your jaw is shaking. You're absolutely sick with shame. If you could bottle up this feeling and sell it for just a measly 25 cents a pop, you'd be in the islands right now. A margarita in hand, your skin supple and tanned. But no, you're back here at Mikey's place. Actually, you're not even in his place. You're out in the moist cold, sitting here on the porch, your ass numbing from the hard wood and your jeans soaking up the mucky rainwater. This time, you've been thrown out. Mikey can't keep you here forever. He has to get better, even if that means doing it without you. It didn't matter he'd taken you in last year. You're no longer a "kid." You're "a fucking mess." The sun is gone, and a part of you has left with it. Crumbs of powdery Xanax hide in the ridges of your teeth. Your 3rd cigarette trembles in your boney fingers. His final straw was when you told him his dope was better for him than you ever will be. The way you talked about yourself angered him to no end, and it wasn't because he cared. A victim, he saw you as. A coward, he took you for. Mikey has a family to impress. You know he'll go back to hiding the drain of heroin all of his money flows down to in just a few days. He can't accept it. He has to get better, right? Mikey wants out, and you can't wait to get in even deeper.

It's been 16 days since then. Faces of grieving siblings, aunts, uncles, and cousins cloud your mind...but one of them is missing. That one particular makes you feel an unfamiliar sensation of guilt. Carmen. Mikey is dead and Carmen isn't here. Denial clouds your judgment. There was no possible way Mikey could really be dead and Carmen isn't here, right? He's the only one who knows that you were the last person Mikey called before his body was found with his gun in hand on February 22nd, 2022. His phone and wallet were left untouched on the bridge. It's February 24th now. How quickly funerals occur has always bothered you. The tension headache that wraps around your forehead and trails to the back of your skull has put unbearable weight on your sinuses. Your nose is bleeding, and your once soft hands are growing calluses from your nails digging into the flesh of your palms every time you wish you could drag Micheal Berzatto out of the goddamn ground yourself. The abyss of silence as you sit alone in a continuous row of the pew is broken by the scratch of Sugar clearing her throat, that will soon close with disbelief that her older brother is lifeless beside her. Her hands shake as she grounds herself on the podium. There's a small piece of white copy paper in her hand. She glances from the hidden words to the microphone. Seconds pass and she says nothing. Instead, she gags from feeling so utterly abandoned she could projectile vomit all over the podium. You can't bare to watch. With closed eyes, you let the world unravel before you.

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Richie wipes the dried drool of sleep from the corner of his mouth with the pad of his thumb, his facial hair absorbing most of the crusted saliva. His lanky arm supports his body weight against the door frame. Of course, instead of inviting you in, he keeps you in the cold morning dew. You've been standing here, your shoes scuffing over the doormat and your hair slowly getting frizzier from the humidity since 7:15. It's now 7:45, and all you've talked about is Richie's new life plan. He's really turning around. Y'know—he doesn't smell like a thrift store anymore. His breath is minty, but still has that twinge of tobacco. He finally says something so far underneath his raspy voice that you nearly missed it as you yawned with a hand over your mouth.

"I think you should come to friends and family night."

The invitation makes you nervous. You wonder if Carmen has changed at all, because you sure have. After all, you're sober now. Your eyes are no longer sunken in with grief and longing for acceptance outside of what substances gave you. You can actually fucking think now. The brain fog has cleared.

"Yeah?" you tilt your head, Richie nodding in response. He reaches for a pack of camels from his back pocket. He shuffles a cigarette from the pack, holding it between two dry fingers, giving you the 'you want?' look. Richie hasn't offered you a smoke since the day he found out you were using. It was, coincidentally, the day you decided to get sober. Which just so happened to be hours before Mikey's death. Nonetheless, you nodded. It feels nice to not be treated like a little girl in a candy store who can't be reasoned with, let alone control herself. While nicotine wasn't the drug that controlled every aspect of your life for nearly 3 years—it still felt wrong to Richie.

Lovingly, he attempts to light it for you, fumbling with the guard of the lighter. The constant clicking sound. Fuck, it fills you with dread. Finally the cigarette is set aflame.

"Okay, I'll see you then."

"You're gonna love it, kid."

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While you're sitting at the glossy marble table watching bubbles of carbonated alcohol rise to the mid section of the glass, Carmen is pacing. He pretends he can sees the faces of the dozens of people waiting on their meal. They're angry. They're dissatisfied. It's no surprise to him that he is in fact projecting, and no one is angrier than Carmen Berzatto in this very moment. Sydney is a close second. She's no longer willing to babysit him, she says. Richie is a fool. Fak is a klutz. None of this is new. Oh, how receptive this has all become. You're with friends who don't know a thing about you, your appetite has disappeared, and you picture Richie keeping roll as you hear his voice through the frosted glass. Carmen shouts as he walks through the doors into the kitchen, the air so thick with flavor and heat he could choke. It's almost unintelligible. No one else seems to notice but you.

"Fuck!" He roars, but he's drowned in the sound of kitchen clogs squeaking and fires caramelizing food. For a minute, he's thankful no one can hear him. That is until he arrives with a bottle of Rosé your table ordered from Richie moments before. Carmen knows he's being watched, sure. This is his restaurant. Claire-Bear, the girl who's been like his little sister since middle school, is staring with worried eyes as her boyfriend talks her ear off about his software job. She'd rather be cooked alive than listen to another wave of his voice. Needless to say, he moves past her swiftly. The closer he gets to your table the faster your heart beats against your tight chest. Finally, he sees you. His mouth gapes open just a few centimeters, his grip on the bottle barely loosening. Eyebrows all around the table are raising with excitement, and yours are still drawn together in worry.

"Good evening guys, uh—here is the bottle of La Belle—best of 2022, actually. Who's up for a first taste?" Carmen asks the table, secretly hoping you'll volunteer.

As if your friends can read his mind, Diane tilts your head your direction.

"Sure," you croak. "Hit me."

Carmen's tattooed hand unscrews the cap. The peachy pink wine slugs out like a waterfall from the lid, stopping just so you get a few drops of the liquid gold. His eyes are glued to the glass, but you watch him intently through the whole affair. He's oddly beautiful. With curls that have grown too long and his blue eyes have only filled with more determination, it hurts to look away. And yet, he is worried that if his eyes meet yours, you could somehow disappear.

But again, you just can't look away.

By the time his head rises again to hand you the glass, your eyes are already gleaming with wonder and questions. His heart fucking aches with not a clue in the world as to why. You haven't spoken in months. Maybe this is an apology. Not that he felt that you deserved one, no. It would just lift it from his thoughts. But he's lying. Of course you deserved to hear the words "I'm sorry." His own mind races with ideas of you, hating you. Hating what you dragged Mikey into, hating how easily you hid it, hating how much he wished he could reverse time and just fucking be there for him. For you. You always felt so close and yet so, so far away from Carmen. So detached, just like him.

You're aware that he's watching you now. You look tired. Carefully, you swish the wine around, soaking in the aromatic scent before you give it a taste. Of course, the Rosé is delicious. You blink slowly, nodding in approval.

"It's perfect."

"I'm glad," Carmen smiles.

The tension grows stronger. Finally, he looks away to Diane, Kyler, and Sophie. Not because he wants to be of hospitality, but because he just can't bare to feel this way any longer.

You place your orders with a heavy heart. Carmen walks away for the last time that night, and you're once again worried you may never see him again, the way you worried all those years ago.

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[oliverstarksbae]

Picked up pieces

♡ hi, this is my first ever one shot, so this might be bad, but I hope you enjoy 😉

♡ summary: in which they realize they are made to pick each other pieces

Evan buckley was a player but that was before he met (y/n) she very much was the complete opposite "the ray of sunshine type of girl" So why did she fall in love with him beacuse behind the bad boy act was someone who was hurt and needed some one .

Now it was a normal Saturday he was at work she was at home doing some house work at there shared home made some food read a book and catch up on her favorite show

It had now hit 11pm Evans shift does not finish till 2 so she went to the living room and saw the news.

When she click channel 8 she heard "this is a live broadcast of a horrific hotel fire so far many firefighters are having a though time helping." said a red hair woman

(Y/n's) mind spiraled of what she heard but then took a worried breath beacus the first thing the she thought was ok maybe this is a different firehouse in the 118 area beacuse they were busy

She tried and tried to belive that but then she saw the 118 written on the firetruck that's when she panicked and started to pace around the house with her mind full of worry but it was still not his time to get off so she decided to look at her phone every 5 seconds for the time he gets off.

Evan buckley was stressed to say the least first he was trapped where there was a huge fire which he got out of beacuse he thought of who he cause the most for and how if he did not get out how many people would have been devastated

Then he was not able to save someone today which hurt worst then he thought it would.

He went on his phone and called (y/n) by pressing the contact lover girl <3 ❤️

Then the first thing he heard was, "OH MY GOD EVAN ARE YOU OK I WAS SO WORRIED I SAW ON THE NEW-"

"I'm fine" he replied with not so nice but not that serious tone still in shock on what happen

"Ok let me know when you get home E I love you" said (y/n)

" Yeah see you bye" he said not realizing that he did not say I love you back

(Y/n) on the other hand was confused but decided not to think much beacuse maybe he was tired?

*A few minutes later *

A knock sounded on the door she rushed up to it and ran to evan the give him a hug

"Oh my god, evan, I was so worried. I'm so glad you're ok." she pulled him into a hug, but then he started shaking, and it lok like he was going to cry?

"Evan are you ok? Ok-i-I- need you to calm down fallow my breathing ok?" He agreed while shaking and tears slowing coming down his face

"Baby, I need you to tell me why you are crying. Are you hurt-" he gulped and said, "No-no im-not"

"Ok did something happen?" She asked

"Yes-yes-some-thing-did," he said

"Ok, what happened? I need you to tell me when you're ready, ok?"

"I w-as g-etting some-one an-d we put h-Im on the gurny and in the amb-ul-an-ce he cod-ed" he said it while it replaying in his mind what happened

" E oh my God it's ok you did the best you can and you saved many people ok I love you I want you to know that"

"B-ut I didn't save them I ki-lled hi-m"

"Evan buckley do not think that way you did the best you can and your ability to risk your life every day for strangers now I think you should go take a shower and get ready for bed"

He replied with a happy gentle smile

After everyone was done they both hopped

Onto bad a cuddled she being to big spoon

And slowly he fell asleep but before he said.

"I love you so much and thank you for being there for me"

"Of course I am there for you now I'm tried so goodnight"

"Good night"

Before she fell asleep she thought about what she said and she knew he was hurt plot but she really didn't think it was bad enough for this to happen but she realizedThey were made for each to pick up the pieces other people broke

[undertakerslxt]

pay me back | undertaker x f!reader

title; pay me back

warnings; mentions of pregnancy/forced pregnancy. some implied non/dub-con. major teasing. humiliation kink. unprotected sex (wrap ur willy before u do the silly!). finishing inside. toys (nipple/clit clamps). undertaker being sort of cruel. degradation/slut shaming. desk sex/coffin sex. vibrator. major possessiveness from ut. use of titles (sir). definite bdsm. brief bondage. implied murder of someone else. overstimulation.

summary; you're a noblewoman with a job to report back information to the queen, and the mysterious undertaker is your informant. your usual payment is sex, but after you go to a different undertaker for information, he gets angry and decides to teach you a lesson by playing a little game with you.

song inspo; dangerous (for your entertainment also works well)

word count; 1.8k

notes; i've said this before and i will say it again. it is a federal crime undertaker does not exist. also it’s 4am, i’m tired and it’s not beta read, so i apologize if it seems rushed or underwritten.

The shop was quiet when you stepped in, and you blinked to adjust your eyes to the darkness. "Undertaker?" You called, glancing about.

"So you've finally shown your face. I was wondering when you would be brave enough to come back here after your little betrayal."

Shit. He knew.

"You weren't home—"

A hand shot from the darkness and pulled you to the nearest coffin. Unbeknownst to you, while talking, he had locked the door and turned the sign to closed. He wasn't about to have this time interrupted. "You could have come by later, or waited for me," his voice growled in your ear. Deft hands made quick work of pulling your skirts up to your waist. He pressed his knee between your legs, holding your hands behind your back. "Instead, someone decided to go to another shop for information, and if a little birdie told me right, even flirted."

"I didn't! I was only asking for further information on the recent murders—"

"Hush, doll, I'm the one talking."

You shivered as a cold nail ran up the back of your leg, then lightly flicked your womanhood. "Did you show that other undertaker your pussy? Perhaps you just showed off your cleavage, hoping he would give you anything you wanted."

You swallowed.

A light smack to your thigh told you he wanted an answer now. "Well, did you get what you wanted? Showing off your body?"

"He didn't give me the information I needed, no," you whispered, unable to look behind you.

A dark chuckle sent shivers up your spine. "You should know by now I'm the only one who can give you what you need. Information and otherwise." He pressed his knee harder into you, making you whimper. "What would your beloved queen say if she knew you were whoring yourself out for information?"

"I'm not, I'm—"

"Oh, but you are." His grip on your wrists tightened. "Coming in here asking for priceless information, knowing my price isn't laughter for you. Spreading your legs so easily for me, letting me bury myself inside you time and again until you're dripping. But you like that, don't you? Being used as a cum dump. Because you wouldn't be on birth control if you didn't. Here's the thing, doll — once you let me touch you, you became mine, and I don't like when my playthings entertain other men."

"I'm on birth control because I cannot get pregnant," you snapped back, trying to wrest your wrists away. "Imagine what people would say if a noblewoman had a child by an undertaker!"

"Dove, they wouldn't say anything, because the second you were pregnant, I wouldn't be letting you out of my sight. I wouldn't want you to run away from me or our family~ But enough of that. I do intend to punish you."

"Look, I won't go to him anymore!" You didn't like his tone, or how you couldn't see what he was about to do. You may fuck the man on a semi-regular occasion, but you didn't actually know him, or what lines he wouldn't cross with you. And you were just now realizing that.

"I've already taken care of him, doll. You won't be going to anyone else ever, I promise you that."

Cool air fanned your hot skin as he ripped your underwear off. He pulled your dress and shift off as well without letting you free, then tied your hands together with a soft fabric. "I was waiting for the right time to use this little toy."

He turned you over, finally letting you see him. Chartreuse eyes glowed faintly in the darkness, clearly angry. He had lost his hat and usual outer robe, leaving his tight-fitting clothes. He held up a set of clamps with individual chains running down to merge into a single chain, which ended at a third clamp. His smirk made you shiver.

"I have the information you want, but since you decided you couldn't rely on me, you can find it yourself. Wearing nothing but these."

"You can't seriously expect—"

His hand gripped your chin firmly. "You humiliated me by not only going to another man, but daring to tell said man I couldn't do what you needed. Therefore, I am going to repay the favor. I am being kind; no one else is here and no one will walk through that door for the rest of today. Keep arguing and I'll make it worse for you."

You swallowed. "Y... Yes, sir."

His smirk returned. "Good girl." He knelt down, and a second later, you felt something cold close around your clit. He pulled the toy up so he could do the same with the other clamps. You shivered as he attached the clamps to your nipples. "To make it more fun..." He hit something and you gasped as the clamp on your clit began vibrating slowly. "Every ten minutes, I will turn this up. Cum before you find the information or I give you permission, and you've failed."

"May I have a starting clue, please?" You breathed, hoping he'd be nice. "Just an area to look in, maybe?"

"Well, you do look beautiful right now... It's a red folder."

That should be easy enough, right? But you had a sinking feeling as his eyes gleamed. "Good luck, doll."

Thirty minutes in and you were still nowhere close to finding the folder. Undertaker watched you with a predatory smile, tapping the remote against his chin. "Want another clue, doll?" He'd ask, but you didn't trust his smirk. You weren't sure what he would want for the clue now.

And yet, you were at your wit's end. You had searched every bookshelf, every nook and cranny, and you had already tried prying more clues out of him without giving anything in return. That buzzing between your legs was driving you crazy, making you wet and sensitive without any relief of an orgasm. You weren't about to give in, though, so you faced him. "Yes, please."

"Please, what?" He taunted.

"Yes, please, sir," you amended. "Please, give me a clue. Anything."

He was toying with you, and you hated it. You hated losing, especially in this twisted little game of his.

So you marched over to him, where he was lounging, and before he could react, you unbuttoned his pants. You carefully pulled his cock out, watching as it immediately stood to attention, tip flushed and red. You straddled his lap and groaned softly as you sank down onto him. "Please," you breathed, rolling your hips, "give me a clue."

His hands gripped your hips and he bit back a moan, thrusting upwards. "Is this your way of seducing one out of me? I thought you weren't a slut."

"Aren't I? For you? You make big speeches about me, but God knows you can't wait to rip my clothes off as soon as I set foot in your shop." You whimpered as he hit a certain spot, toes curling with the effort to not cave and orgasm right there.

"Well, that admission is beautiful enough," he grunted. A few more thrusts and you feel warmth spurt inside of you. You hated how much you loved it. He panted for a second, eyes locked onto yours. After a moment of regaining his breath, he tilted his head. "Almost beautiful enough to unlock the location."

You startled as the vibrator turned up a notch, and your vision almost went black. Fuck, you needed to cum so badly. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes. Your legs were trembling from the effort to hold back, your body on fire from the pleasure of the toy. One of his hands gripped your chin again and gently turned it, so your gaze met his desk.

"Oh- Oh!"

At the same time, his other hand had pressed the clamp more firmly onto your clit, and you nearly came right there. With a grunt, biting your lip so hard it would surely bleed, you managed to fight that high off. "Y-Your desk...?"

"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" He crooned in your ear. "Go on. Try my desk, doll."

You shakily stood, not even caring how your arousal dripped down your thighs, or how his cum leaked out of you. You stumbled to the desk and began frantically pulling the drawers open. You almost cried in frustration when all but two opened, not bothering to look at the other drawers. He surely had it locked up.

Undertaker came up behind you, hands now on your breasts. "Now, which one do you think has the folder? Guess correctly and you win. Guess wrong, and you lose."

The right drawer seemed like it might... but so did the left drawer. You almost couldn't think, hands gripping the edge of the desk until your knuckles turned white. At this rate, you had moments before you lost, and he knew it. So which one would he put the folder into? He wouldn't make this so easy, would it?

Your eyes widened.

"It's..." Your voice broke. "It's not in there," you managed, turning. "Is it? You've had it this whole time, haven't you?"

He merely tilted his head, watching you. "Is that your final answer?"

I can't lose...

"Yes." You stated as firmly as you could, leaning against the desk for support. "I know you have it."

A grin spread over his lips. "Clever~" He reached into his shirt, producing the desired folder. "It's all yours, but first..."

In a flash, he had you on top of the desk, cock buried inside you. The vibrations increased on your clit as he thrust, and in a second, you tumbled into pure pleasure. Loud moans filled the shop as he fucked into you, pushing you through your orgasm. Your vision went white now, head spinning as you could feel nothing but him and yourself, the only two people in the world for this moment.

"UNDERTAKER!"

Darkness greeted your vision when you finally woke. Something soft was all around you, and you groaned. "Nhm...?"

"Careful, doll," a voice crooned by your ear. "That was quite the orgasm you had. Almost thought I lost you there." You felt something warm on your face. "Shh, don't fight. I'm cleaning you up."

His face came into focus after you squinted your eyes, trying to clear the blurriness. Gone was the cruel amusement. His expression was soft, almost... sweet. He continued cleaning you up, careful to avoid your sensitive parts.

"I... passed out?" You rasped.

"After doing such a good job of winning, yes. You're in my bed now. You'll need to rest for a day or so," he explained, pulling back. "Especially when you're going to be in such a fragile condition soon. I've already contacted your estate, and they know you'll be taking a leave of absence."

"Wait, what?" You rubbed at your eyes, noticing you were indeed in his bed. He'd never let you up here before. What the hell was going on? But you were too tired to fight, just watching him. "Fragile condition...?"

"Isn't it wonderful? I'm certain you'll be with child soon. After all, that little betrayal made me realize I should officially claim what's mine, and what I want. Don't worry, you'll be a mother soon." He chuckled.

"So, doll, how do you feel about a nighttime wedding?"

[aurora-starlight-silly]

Could we some doodles you made on paper??

👁️👄👁️

OH BOY

Soooo I have alot of them that I'm gonna show (these are kinda old, but still good)

But there's a few different fandoms, so yeah first UT:

He's kinda like sun fireball, he wanna be in the royal guard when older as an archer, he's very compétitive, and he likes to (secretly) watch undyne and paps training :)

Here's an OC I made, we picked three emojis with my bro and made a character, and I made this guy and he's cool ig :3

For his name, huhhh...............idk drop suggestions if you want

Aurora touching a bird for the first time >:3

She probally wasted hours waiting for one to cime eat the food :D

I forgot who's OC is this, but pretty sure it's someone from the RP server, and I didn't finish this ._.

That was me trying to make my sona there :>

Alright I'll reblog and add the other fandoms separatly >:3

[wily-art]

I haven't finished it yet, but I watched some of it, and skimmed through the rest (I will finish though at some point; when/if I have the time), and what I did see of it the "Undertale Insomnia: Something Isn't Right" Trailer looks amazing! Ur art and the looks of the characters and the Blasters is on point and great as always! And ur animation is looking awesome too! I think ur comic already had some cool gifs/small animations, but if not; it is cool to see animations from u now too!

The Paps's (both older and younger) and his Casters and/or the Blasters are looking great in the trailer u released!

And Asgore (I think) and the fallen human kid(s) look great in some of the animation WIPs and/or whatever too!

I hope someday to see some of the other Undertale cast in animation form, or at least some of the other Insomnia important and/or etc. cast members like Sans (could be both older or younger), Gaster - before or after getting goopifed, lol (though, I think he might be in this animation and/or at least the full? one), Frisk, Chara, more of Blasters and/or Casters, and/or Alphys (I have gained a soft spot for ur Alphys). Maybe Asriel and/or Flowey too?

Not mentioning Asgore or the kids here, because I think u might have some stuff/ideas/etc. with them already. And not mentioning Undyne either, even though it would be awesome to see her too, bc I don't think she has been in the comic too much yet?

Ofc, u don't have to do any of this. I know animations, and animatics even, can take a long time! Just seeing the Undertale Insomnia (one of my favorite UT, and maybe just in general, comics/series's!) cast brought to life even more through animation like this, has got me excited! ^^

Last of all; I just wanted to clarify, the animation release is just the trailer, and not full thing, or...?? I just wanted to confirm.

Heya! First off thanks! That little tidbit is just a teaser more than a full trailer. IT's definitely not the completed thing. I didn't want to give a solid release time due to genuinely not knowing how long this all would take (at this point a little over a year- Good god). But I wanted to share at least a little something since this whole project has been so all consuming- that from the outside world's perspective I've been more or less absent. It's kind of hard to be active with other things when a singular thing both eats a bunch of time but can't be shared since it's not done X'D. It's a lot of behind the scenes work and not much to show for it yet.

Other characters will definitely be getting way more time to shine in the comic moving forward since I finally hit a particular turning point. Also regarding animations I have a lot of ideas for the other characters and the fallen kids that all more or less tie into the same world in a "how did we arrive to this point" kind of scenario. But due to how long all of this takes and I can't promise how many of them I will get to. Or at least how quickly because right now I'm moving at a blistering speed of _not very fast_ ✨ That said this one with Papyrus is absolutely being released (hopefully later this year) because if I have only one of these in the system it's gonna be for this guy XD The other one that I absolutely want to do as another animated update for Insomnia involves Chara and Frisk to answer what exactly happened at the end of the last run before this one. I'm hoping that since I've learned a lot (this is my first animated project) that that one will go a lot smoother. An account of figuring out a lot of things I Was doing that made my life INFINITELY HARDER. Hope that answers things.

[dragon8er]

Papaveraceae

Hey guys, Dragon8er here!

This is an interesting one.

I had an idea one day.

"What if I combined all the different AU versions of Poppy from Omega Timeline: Poppy's Story?"

And so I did.

This.

Is Papaveraceae, AKA Poppymalgamate. Named after the family of flowers that Poppies belong to.

The Poppies featured here (from top-down, left-right) are:

Poppy, from @ut-poppy-askblog, created by @fmsdraws

Doodle, created by @skulgan

Minini, created by @q--cool

Sketch, from Poppy: Torn Asunder, created by CHAOS_FANTAZY

MTT!Poppy, created by @fmsdraws

Ash, from Undertale: Ashes to Ashes (cancelled), created by JustTheMoon (included for posterity and out of respect)

Buttercup, created by @bigfungus7

Opium!Poppy, created by yr_local_canadian_eh

Layne, created by MrkySpices

Charcoal!Poppy, created by me :)

Fille, from Omega Timeline: Heart of the Omnitrix, created by @tramon81

Fell!Poppy, created by @thetruegodofstatic

This design was actually inspired by The Birth of Venus by Sandro Botticelli.

A painting depicting the Greek Goddess Aphrodite as she rises from the clam in the sea she was created from.

It's also inspired from a sculpture I once saw that was a bunch of humans stacked on top of each other, but for the life of me I can't find it again.

I figured these inspirations were fitting of the sorta deific/tragically beautiful vibe I was going for.

I also really wanted to give each of the Poppies in this a different expression representing different pains. Like they're all being tortured in different ways.

This was also the 3rd design I made.

The first had more of a cryptid vibe. I didn't finish it 'cause I didn't like how it was going.

The 2nd design was a bit more vague and weird.

I like it enough, but ultimately I liked the third and final one the most.

It was very hard to make (you can imagine the struggle of trying to combine 12 different designs) but ultimately I like how it all came together.

I got some other small stuff in the works.

And new Undertale: Monochromasis pages will be coming soon, trust me lol.

Until then, this has been Dragon8er, and I will see you all Drago-l8er!

[krono-knight]

HI HI YOUR TURN 48 for the Spotify drabble :)))

Girl Hell 1999

fandom: Rottmnt

word count: 996

content warning: i THINK none but tell me if i missed any

AO3: here!

misc: EUGH BOY this took way longer then i thought it would. for some reason this fic fought me from start to finish. song i got was rly good tho! girl hell 1999 by femtanyl is one of my favourites and i already associate it with Cassandra so. its done im free!

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The first time Casey was hugged since she betrayed the Foot, it was in passing.

It was a few weeks after the Battle Nexus New York, everyone in the newly-found and newly-cleaned abandoned subway station, helping renovate the place. It was still clearly dilapidated, damp and slightly stuffy, but Casey was shocked at how fast a sense of home seeped into it's edges. There were recovered posters hanging on the walls, various boxes filled with knick-knacks awaited shelves on the floor, and Donatello had just finished setting up fairy lights throughout the lair the day before.

It was nothing like the Foot.

Which should be obvious. The Foot were the Hamato’s sworn enemies! Of course they’d be nothing alike. But she kept comparing the two anyway, for some reason. 

Casey herself was building something, a skate ramp, she thinks. Mostly, Donatello had pointed her in the direction of a pile of wood and a hammer, and told her to start building. But she knew that making herself as helpful as possible was how she impressed the Foot, and if she had wanted to impress the Foot, she definitely wanted to impress the Hamatos

So she kept hammering, with all her furious need to be liked by these people fueling her.

Honestly, she still didn’t understand the Hamatos. They called themselves a ninja clan, but they were so different to all the clans she’d applied to. For starters, there were only seven of them, eight including her (she's not sure if she’s included). And their structure is basically nonexistent! There’s no separation between basic soldiers and commanders, or commanders and leaders, there’s no management! There’s no ranks for her to progress in, and no higher-ups for her to impress. Sure the Foot were evil, but they were easy to understand.

When she’d asked about getting a clan uniform, she'd gotten weird looks. She didn't ask again.

Back in the present, the echoing sound of many things falling over in rapid succession startled Casey so bad, she nearly hit her thumb again.

Her eyes snapped to the source of the noise, hammer hefted over her shoulder as she half expected to see a hoard of Foot soldiers invading the subway station. Instead, she was greeted by the sight of Michelangelo, cradling his head and sprawling at the foot of the broken escalator, along with several boxes and piles of disorganized stuff.

"That's what you get for carrying boxes three at a time." Donatello said, elbow-deep in what Casey thinks is a fridge. His words are careless, but the way his arms still and drawn-on eyebrows scrunch belies genuine concern. Getting to know Donatello, Casey was learning, meant getting to know a lot of these small body-language cues.

"Gee, thanks Donald," Michelangelo grumbled, undignified and still very much on the floor.

Seeing her moment, Casey dropped the hammer entirely and very consciously did not salute Michelangelo, because this was not the Foot and they didn't do that here! Instead, she marched to where he had fallen, and stretched a hand in his direction.

"I CAN CARRY SOME OF THE BOXES," she said, at a normal volume, tacking on a quieter "If you want!" on the end.

"Really? Thanks Casey!" He said, taking her offered hand and only stumbling a little bit with the force of being yanked to his feet. Casey, faced with another way to prove herself as the new (maybe?) part of the Hamato clan, was ready to let go and start picking up boxes, but for some reason Michelangelo didn't just let go of her , instead opening his arms wide and throwing her into—

—a hug?

A hug.

Her mind crashed to a halt, thoughts both utterly blank and claustrophobically packed. It was… warm? He was short enough that his head slotted comfortably under her chin. If she wanted to, she could rest her hands on the back of his shell. She was being hugged?

She was being hugged.

She didn’t know what to do with her hands.

It had been… a while, since anyone hugged her. She was stiff and frozen, and all too soon Michelangelo pulled away, mild frown tugging at his features. Casey was just looking at her hands. Her emotions were going haywire, and she couldn't tell why. After all, it's not like she needed hugs, or friends, or…

Oh god, she has friends.

That's what this is, isn't it? that's why comparing the Hamatos to the Foot didn't make sense. It was a fundamental mismatch; apples to oranges.

Comparing the Hamatos to the Foot felt wrong, because the Hamatos were her friends.

Mikey jumped backwards, keeping his arms extended as if trying to create a physical barrier between them. "Sorry! Sorry, you don't have to like hugs, I should have asked before- EEP!"

Without warning — half without thinking — Casey rushed forward and hugged Mikey, and this time she did wrap her arms around his shell, squeezing like she was doing her best impression of an orange juicer. He caught on fast, hugging her in return with just as much enthusiasm.

She would have been glad to stay there until nightfall. It was the most comfortable she felt in days, like she actually understood herself a little bit more, a little less like she was floundering. That was, until Mikey tapped her on the back and wheezed "Casey, this is great an' all but I can't breathe."

She released him, and he beamed a smile at her she could feel reflected in her own features. Later, they would order pizza, and all the eight members of clan Hamato would watch Lou Jitsu movies until the sky changed colours, and then changed colours again. Later, when she's thinking about proposing to April, Mikey would help her pick out a ring, and Donnie would help her pick out a wedding outfit. She'd change their lives and they'd change hers.

But for now, for the first time in a long time, she just felt safe.

[aussiepineapple1st]

How Long? (Part 4)

Leon x F!Reader

Words: 2,180 Contains: Caring Husband Leon, Pregnancy.

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You wake up to the sound of shuffling in the snow outside the tent you slept in. Not wanting to get out of the warm sleeping bag, Leon had laid his own on top of you to give you that extra warmth. Shifting out of the thickly lined cocoon, you pull on your shoes and tie them up, doing up your pants with slight difficulty. You were already starting to not fit into your work pants, it's fine, you would just wear them a bit lower than usual.

Walking out of the tent the snow made everything bright, even though there was no sun. You saw Leon and Chris sitting around the fire, eating what seemed to be bacon and eggs as you approach.

Chris spots you first, stopping his conversation with Leon who turns to see who he was looking at. "Morning. We were about to go and wake you." Chris smiled as he pulls a pan sitting beside coals to keep it warm. Plating up the egg and 2 pieces of bacon, handing it to you.

"Thank you." You say digging in. Your stomach was growling, you were really hungry this morning. Leon's brows raise as he watched you tuck into your food. He shovels an egg and another piece of bacon from his own plate onto yours, you clearly needed it. Giving Leon a smile you eventually eat what he had given you, finishing everything.

Leon was currently standing behind you, he had just equipped himself with ammunition and 2 extra handguns to the one he had brought from home. Handing you an extra one to add to your own spare holster on your side. "You must've been hungry? Could it be because you didn't eat dinner last night?" He asked in a teasing tone.

"Could be." Is all you say, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of getting his desired reaction from you. You take the gun and stand up, throwing the paper plate into the fire before shoving the gun in your holster. Pulling the little strap over and clicking the button to secure it. Turning to look at Leon, he was standing there with his arms over his chest, eyes looking you up and down. "What?" You ask looking down to your body to see if you had spilt some food on your front?

"Nothing, you are just standing different."

"What is that supposed to mean?" You scrunch up your face, genuinely confused at his statement.

Leon just shakes his head with closed eyes, a subtle smile on his lips. Releasing his arms from their locked position over his chest he steps aside. "Chris is waiting for us to go visit the Winters."

You nod and walk passed your husband, making your way to the Ute Chris was waiting for you both in. Leon allows you to take the passenger seat in the front and sits in the back, leaving almost instantly to the Winters' home. You had been driving for half an hour before speaking up.

"So do you have a sighting on this Miranda person?" You ask Chris, pulling your gaze from the window to look at him beside you.

"We do, but... She keeps dropping off our radar during the day." He explained.

"But she comes back at night?" Leon asks from behind Chris. You turn to look at Leon then back to Chris for his answer.

He nods. "Yeah. She vanishes from sight at 4am and comes back at 1am without fail for the passed 2 months." Chris sighs. He was clearly frustrated with himself.

"You aren't able to track where she's going?" You ask.

"Not without alerting her to our presence. I believe we've stayed off her radar this long, we don't want to jeopardise the mission. That, but mainly risk the Winters being put in danger if she knows we're here to stop her."

You and Leon both seem to nod in sync, your gaze falling upon a beautiful old house in the distance. Chris pulls up at the front and turns off the engine. "We're here." He says opening his door and sliding out of the car.

You and Leon follow suit, walking up behind Chris to the front door. After he knocks there was a short time before a man opens the door, greeting you all and stepping aside to let you enter his home. The man wore jeans and a navy hoody under a flaxen jacket, his hair was short and blonde. The man's face was kind and you could see in his eyes that he was tired, probably been up early from his baby needing a feed.

"These are close friends, Leon and (Y/N). They've been assigned to help me with the current job I'm on." Chris introduced.

"Nice to meet you both." He shakes each of your hands then closed the door behind you. "Are you sure you don't need my help at all, Chris?"

"I'm sure Ethan, We just came to talk about how you and Mia are handling your new work schedule." Chris walks through to the dinning and lounge room area, seeming at home himself here.

"Please." Ethan offers you to both follow Chris into the living room, following behind. "Can I get either of you anything?"

"No, thank you. I'm fine." You smile shaking your head as you look around at all the pictures of the family. One standing out to you on the mantle above the fire. Staring at a picture of Mia, holding her belly with loving eyes. You smile as Leon walks up beside you, his hand resting on your lower back as he sees what you were looking at. You couldn't help but smile up at him.

"Are you both a couple?" Ethan asked seeing the way you stood together.

The question makes you both turn around, Leon removing his hand from your back and clearing his throat. He got caught in the moment and forgot you were on a job. "Yes, we're married." You answer with a smile, turning back around to see a picture of Mia with Rose. She didn't seem to be posing for the picture at all, it was taken in the spare of the moment. She looked at her baby daughter with such love.

"I see, please take a seat if you want?" Ethan offers the longer lounge, Chris currently sitting in a single armchair.

"No thank you, I was actually wondering if I could talk with Mia?" You ask. Leon was making his way over to the lounge.

"She's upstairs, just putting Rose down to sleep."

You nod with a smile, making your way to the front door and up the stairs you had seen when first entering. Making your way upstairs you wanted to be silent, and not wake Rose if she was already asleep. Once at the top of the stairs you hear humming, following the sound you hear who you assume to be Mia. Singing a tune to Rose, you peak through the cracked door to see her laying the baby in her crib.

"Rest well, sweet Rose. Not much longer before you are mine." She speaks down to the baby.

You frown, from what you knew about Miranda your hackles went up. Maybe you just heard her wrong? Knocking on the door after waiting for a moment, you didn't want her to think you had just heard what she said.

"Yes?" She called quietly. You clench your jaw, her voice sounded completely different to what you had just heard.

Opening the door slowly you peek your head through. "Hello, I was just coming up here to meet you and Rose. I will be quiet, Ethan told us you were putting her to bed."

"Oh, you must be the two agents Ethan was talking about last night?"

Crap! She knew who you were. You nod. "Yeah, my husband and I were assigned to help Chris with some field work." You say standing at the door, your hands awkwardly clasped in front of you. "May I?"

"Oh, yes." She motions for you to come over.

Walking over to the crib you see the sleeping baby, she looked so peaceful. Seeing her almost made you forget about the danger standing right beside you.

"You said you and your husband were here, right? Do you both have children?" The woman beside you asked.

"Oh.. no but." Should you tell her? Maybe it would give her some incentive to target you instead of this poor family. "We are expecting our first."

Mira- Mia placed her hands in front of her lips. "Oh, congratulations! I'm so happy for you both."

You give her a smile and then look down to Rose once more before stepping away from the crib. "I should probably get back to the others downstairs." You say before Mia nods to you and you walk out of the room. You try to keep your stride at a normal pace, keeping your footing light as to not wake Rose. Making your way down the stairs you enter the living room once again. Looking over to you Leon's expression dropped, he stood up quickly seeing your own expression. You had lost a bit of your colour and cheeks were flushed.

"What's wrong?" He asked, this had Chris turning towards you as well.

You shake your head. "I'm fine, I just need to sit down." You couldn't say anything, not here. Where was Mia? Ethan had no clue about who was up there with his daughter. You don't even think he knew about what you were really here for and the danger his family was currently in. Leon was already over at your side, guiding you to the lounge. Ethan and Chris could tell something was up, but none of the three men knew what it could be.

Once seated you go silent. Just listening to the conversation once it started up again. Mia comes downstairs and joins, but Chris makes it quick as you had given him a look that you needed to leave. Not just yourself, but the three of you needed to leave.

"As long as you are keeping up with everything and not overworking yourself." Chris finished as he left the threshold of the house. You had already made your way towards the Ute and hopped in the back. Leon was waiting for Chris before hopping in beside you.

You sat there with your head in your hands, you were regretting you had told her you were pregnant. She knew who you were, and now she probably was cluing onto the mission, if she didn't already know. Chris had started driving and you made sure you were far enough away before you spoke.

"Do you mind telling us what happened in there?" Chris asked, Leon was still rubbing circles on your upper back.

"That's not Mia.."

"What?!" They both said in unison. "What do you mean it's not Mia?" Chris adds.

"When I went up to meet her, she sounded completely different. I thought maybe I heard her wrong, but she said it wasn't long until she was hers."

"SHIT!" Chris hits the steering wheel. It made sense to him now, why she was coming back and then vanishing. It had come to his mind a few times. When he would monitor Mia upon visiting, even when Ethan was away. she seemed normal. Of course she would act like a loving mother towards Rose if she was seeing her as her own daughter. 

"Did she say anything else?" Leon asked.

"She knew we are agents, but I don't know if she suspects anything. We need to be extra careful." You warn.

"We'll invade tonight."

"Invade?" Leon asked. "The house?"

Chris nods as he drives faster towards the mountains. "It's not safe there anymore." He pressed the earpiece on his ear. "Umber Eyes, I need you and Tundra to head into the village and search for any sign of Mia Winters. We think Miranda has been shifting into Mia." He was silent for a few seconds before responding. "Copy, we are almost back at camp, have the others ready to go through an invasion plan."

Your eyes search Leon's face as he listens to Chris' words. You know how much he hated invading on unsuspecting families, even if the mother was confirmed to be the big bad you were currently after. He had sat back in the seat, his hand now resting on your back as he was deep in thought. Reaching your hand over you place it on his leg beside yours, he looks down to your hand and then up to your eyes. Without even having to say anything you were giving him your 'everything will be okay' look. You then watch him nod, hardly even noticeable as he swallows hard, his jaw tensing.

"Rose and Ethan won't be in the way, Leon." Chris said from the front, he knew how Leon felt about this type of thing as well. But Miranda hadn't given them much of a choice, they had to act quickly.

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BABE WAKE UP UZI DRONETALE AU DROPPED!!!

Genocide Uzi will be in a other au, most probably called DroneTale Genocide.

Facts & HCs about DT!Uzi:

-She fell down while on cleaning duty around the spire(I will explain the legend later)

-She had a little incident with an experimental railgun

-Still short af (this time 1.36 without shoes, so that's 6 cm taller than GF!Uzi)

-Has a slightly different design than GF!Uzi.(Yeah I just felt like going closer to canon if I'm making a crossover AU)

-Red eyes, red core(didn't draw that yet. Cores are the alternative versions of Souls) That's the sign of SOLVER POWERS DETERMINATION!!

Facts about DroneTale:

-All the Disassembly Drones will have full names- different from those of Glowing Future- and colorful eyes.bMore exactly:

•N becomes Nyx (no it's not a Panic!AU reference even though I love it. It's more like a reference to Marlet and her final form - I never finished even pacifist UTY. I absolutely love her design) He has blue lights. Theme song(a mix of those)

•V becomes Victoria (SHE'S THE MEANING OF VICTORY, IN GENOCIDE SHE IS VICTORIA THE VICTORIOUS - not Undyne the Undying XD) She has red lights. Theme song(a mix of those)

•J becomes Jay (I mean she does take Muffet's place... Damn it's going to be a Bird Meeting™ not Spider Dance) she has green lights. Theme song(a mix of those)

-It takes inspiration from both UT and UTY. N is more like a mix between Marlet and Papyrus. Since they're both the chill sweethearts that try to catch you using puzzles only to befriend you.

-I will make a post with everyone's theme songs and mix of songs(damn I make too many promises)

-It follows the Pacifist route of UT. Some characters will have a totally changed personality, some will be missing.

-The non-boss monsters will be replaced by little helper robots. Example: Froggit is replaced by Serial Number F5066IT.

[deepdowninmybones]

I'm new in Turnadette world, but these two have work some magic on me.

Here is my first CtM fan-fiction...it's a Multi-chapter AU story starting during 12x05 (since the link is not working...we're going old-school: copy and paste...here below!)

For all those who wanted that test to be positive 💖

A SPECIAL THANKS TO @miss-ute THAT ENCOURAGED ME TO DIVE IN THIS ADVENTURE.

Everything is just as ought to be

Chapter 1 - Shall we open it?

Mid September

He came home late that night, still upset about Spencer Wray's story.

The lights were off, the house was quiet. He was tired, but he needed to let go of the flow of thoughts that had invested him in the last few days.

He sat at the table, in the dark, the smell of the stew that Shelagh made for dinner still in the air. He really needed moments like that, soothing his senses and stop being Dr Turner to get into the shoes of the man Patrick Turner, the husband, the father. He sighed with a half smile, realizing that truth to be told, that side of him had no less thoughts than his professional alter ego.

The husband... of his Shelagh. God, how he loved that woman! So petite but so extraordinarily strong, delicate and bold at the same time (oh so much bold sometime…). They'd been married for ten years now, but he hadn't still finished wondering how much he loved her.

That woman who only a few days before had stormed into the Maternity Home, demanding to speak to him in private. He knew right away that it was serious... and it really was. He barely had time to close the door of his office and sit down when Shelagh blurted:

"I'm pregnant, again."

And then…there was Patrick, the father.

Timothy's father, his 20-year-old son who had been involved and quite shocked by the consequences of schizophrenia of the young Wray. His first born, everyday more and more like him, physically and temperamentally, who was growing into a young man and at the same time was also beginning to face the dark side of the medical profession.

Angela's father, his angel girl, to whom they would sooner rather than later have to disclose her whole story... reveal her about the special way she became part of their unique family.

May's father, who he loved so much that he was breathless at the thought that at any moment someone could come and tear her from their lives.

Teddy's father, their miracle, so like Shelagh in features and so like to him in character. A little rascal that with his funny faces could always make them smile, but at the same time a very sensitive and attentive kid, especially to his sisters and his mommy.

And...

He couldn't help it, the thought of a new baby possibly joining their family filled him with joy. He hadn't hesitated for a moment to be happy about it, not even when Shelagh had taken it out on him, her voice broken by tears, saying she was afraid she wouldn't make it because she was too old and too tired, that the house wasn't big enough, that they might not be enough. Of course they'll be enough! They will always be enough!

The sound of footsteps descending the stairs roused him from his thoughts. He knew those footsteps very well. He looked up and saw her coming down, wrapped in her blue robe.

"I couldn't sleep. The results of the test has arrived today…but I didn't open the envelope yet."

"I couldn't sleep either. You weren't in bed and I missed you" said her, going down the last few steps.

"Come here," he invited her with a smile, extending his hand towards hers than he kissed softly the back of her hand.

That gentle hand of his was her refuge and protection. Of course she was still scared (terrified to be honest) of what could happen from now on, but she knew deep down her heart that with him by her side she could face any storm, they had already done it in the past. They did it every day. They would do it again, no matter what.

She sat on the other side of the table, grabbed his other hand. They looked into each other's eyes, smiling tenderly.

"So…Shall we open it?" asked him.

"Oh Patrick, what if…"

"Shelagh, whatever the result, we will face it and we'll be fine."

He put his right hand in his jacket, taking off the envelope. She got up from the chair, approaching him. Patrick made her sit on his lap. They opened it together, their hands trembling, then Shelagh pulled out the sheet of paper with the result stamped from the lab.

In the center, typed, in capital letters well marked, there was written POSITIVE.

"Oh Patrick!…a baby.." stated Shelagh in a whisper

"A baby…" echoed Patrick, smiling.

"Am I allowed to be scared?"

"Shelagh, darling…you can, of course. But do know that everything is just as ought to be, because we have everything a family could want." reassured her by holding her in a warm embrace.

After a moment of silence, he softly added "And am I allowed to be happy?"

His question drew a smile on her face.

"Of course you can. I know you are happy. And I want you to know that, despite all my fears, I am too."

Overwhelmed by the emotions, they head to their bedroom still holding hands.

Once slipped into bed, they spent a few more minutes in each other arms, enjoying the moment. Before falling asleep Patrick whispered in her ear "Once more, we did it against all the odds my love".

[messinwitheddie]

Tallest Pepperoncini, when was the last time you’ve gone to battle and what is your favorite battle armor?

Lich, do you like being a tallest or would you still prefer your high general position?

Mem what kinds of gossips do you and Miyuki share in her chambers? Anything juicy?😉

Red, while your in the afterlife. What’s there to do while you wait for Purple to join you?

Pepperoncini "Oh... by the time I completed basic training and entered elite training, the final battles of the Plague Wars were fought and won on our side. I fought hundreds of battle simulations in my elite training years but I never fought a live-live battle before being measured tallest. I'm not as ashamed of this fact as I probably should be. War is Hell; not an experience to glorify or fantasize about.

On my own person, there really isn't an armor I prefer. I'm a trapeze artist, not a warrior. Armor looks clownish on me. Neither ceremonial nor functional armor I find particularly comfortable or flattering. Stretchy, silky unitards decorated in shimmering frills and glitter appeal more to my taste.

Lich "I, um... Standing as the almighty tallest presented challenges that I did not initially foresee myself grappling with. A part of me always insists I served my empire far better as a high rear general. Even if it meant serving a sub-par tallest like old Pepperoncini. I tried to relive my glory days on the final battle for Hobo 13. I succeeded in a way. My mortal vessel fell. My PAK was retrieved and sent to the most wise Purple brain for refurbishing, BUT, the Irken Empire won in the end. We claimed the planet over the Planet Jackers and to this day it operates as a military training planet. A decent legacy I left behind, I think. It was ending for my story that I had hoped for, more or less. "

Mem "I served late Miyuki for centuries. She told me everything. EVERYTHING. It was both an honor and a burden to be trusted so deeply by my almighty tallest.

I was her coordinator, so there was a long list of personal information I HAD to know about late Miyuki. If I were to discuss this personal information with the wrong drones or ANY other drone depending on the information, I could have been deactivated for treason.

I was required to have an encyclopedic knowledge of her medical records and needs. I was the second drone to learn of her unauthorized pregnancy, the first being her personal medic. We both went to great lengths to hide it.

I was the only drone she told who the siring drone was. Miyuki was a lonely drone, psychologically and physically. Especially physically. She lamented this to me often. I once admired her, but I also pittied her. I never told her this; I was afraid it would insult her." *sighs deeply*

Red "For the longest time, it seemed like the only thing to do in the afterlife was sit, trapped at the long table with the tallests that ruled before me, dwelling on my regrets while sipping on the worst cocktail I've ever tasted. Whenever I finished it, I could see short glimpses of Purple living his life without me in the bottom of the glass. Most of the time, he looked miserable. It was torture to watch.

Then my glass would instantly refill itself. As much as I hated the taste, how was painful ut was to watch Purple mourn me, it was comforting to see him again...so I kept drinking...

Once I figured out how to leave to table, the possibilities seem endless. Turns out I'm not doomed to stay anchored to the drone I was when I was alive. I can go most anywhere. I've seen horrors and wonders that completely blew away my limited imagination.

I learned, with enough effort, I can become the drone I didn't realize I should have strived to be when I was alive.

Right now, I'm training to become a real warrior in Valhalla. Three of the fiercest legendary tallests of ancient Irk are coaching me. It's the most difficult training regimen I've ever endured, but I know it will be worth it when my best self is reunited with Purple's best self. I still check in on him, that's how I know he's on his way.

I love it here. The endless battles are crushing, but I found hope here and that's slowly healing everything.

[6ahaha1amjustaperson9]

Gaka Family 1/2

I have been neglecting my UT AU and OCs so much but maybe I'll get to it dw

》Name: Sutera Gaka

》Age: 40 y.o.

》Race: Skeleton

》Gender: Librafemme (She/they)

》Sexuality: Abrosexual

》Height: 163 cm

》Soul: Monster soul - 65%Determination, 35%Love

》ISTJ-T

》Personality: insecure, detached, straightforward, tidy, self-critical, cautious, collaborative (when necessary), submissive, avoidant

》Backstory: Already as a child she was oddly quiet, hardly showing any emotion and staying in the sidelines as other children played. Growing up she never got attached to her father, who rather kept distance from her, and when she finished school, also finding a job, it didn't take her much to leave to build a new life on her own. Even now as an adult she doesn't talk much, but she's a good listener.

》Family:

•Katsusato Gaka(Father): Alive - widower

•??? Gaka(Mother): Dead

》Likes: drinking tea or coffee in solitude, organizing or rearranging personal spaces, good mystery/detective novel, puzzle games/brain teasers, cold weather, documentaries/educational videos, tinkering with small projects, dry humor or sarcastic jokes

》Dislikes: small talk, unplanned calls or visits, crowds, interruptions, group activities, sentimental shows, overly sweet desserts, cards games

》Personal traits:

• CIPA(Congenital insensitivity to pain with anhidrosis)

•Bipolar II disorder

•Social/Separation anxiety disorder

》Additional note: She works as a background and design artist in a fairly known animation industry, usually preferring to take tasks on her own despite how complicated they could be for just one person. Outside of work, she's either occupied with commissions for people online or entertain herself in other ways in her apartment; doesn't socialize, despite how she would like to do so.