#a young doctor's notebook & other stories

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Always Ever Only You Part 30 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley's excitement over the first set of ultrasound photos is unparalleled. He has never been so happy and so overwhelmed in his life, but at times he feels ill equipped to process everything that's happening. And the last thing he wants is to make you feel like he's growing tired of you.

Warnings: Swearing, smut, pregnancy topics, doctors, angst, fluff

Length: 6600 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order. Always Ever Only You masterlist. Gorgeous banner by @mak-32

Bradley wanted to be able to explain it to you, but he wasn't really sure he could. Sitting in the waiting room with you and anticipating an ultrasound to see the baby was honestly more than he ever thought he could have. You were more than he ever thought he deserved, and you wanted him anyway. But a baby? 

He barely had a baseline to build off of. His dad died when he was young enough that he only had a handful of fleeting memories. The sound of a laugh. Two big hands lifting him up when he fell. A lullaby sung softly as he drifted off to sleep. Besides the photos that you and he collected from his storage unit and the stories his mom recounted when he was younger, that's all he had.

But he could practically hear his mom telling him how excited Nick Bradshaw was to be a dad. Bradley could remember the joy in her voice whenever she told him about the way she would catch father and son goofing off together. She was adamant that Bradley cried almost nonstop the first day his dad was gone for a deployment. And now Bradley desperately wished he could remember these little details that made up their relationship. Because soon, god willing, he was going to be on the other side of things: the parent who loves goofing off and singing, but who also gets deployed and causes tears to fall.

It was all too overwhelming for him to put into words, but as he laced his fingers with yours, he knew he didn't have to figure out how to do everything all at once. 

"Are you nervous?" you asked.

Bradley looked at your open expression and immediately felt better. Talking through things and sharing his thoughts was the best way to keep from driving himself crazy while also letting you know how important you were. "Excited," he replied, kissing your cheek and ear. "Just really fucking excited. I've been thinking... about starting a notebook. Kind of for the baby? Like how sometimes I like to write down what I'm thinking and feeling for myself."

He still felt silly at times for sharing the notebooks with you, but you nodded with a little smile on your lips. "I love your deployment notebooks. I love what you wrote about me."

He reached for you and kissed you without hesitation. "I think I want the baby to be able to read about how much I was looking forward to meeting them. When they're older, I mean. They can read about how I feel like my heart is going to pound out of my chest right now. And how I can't wait to hold them and give them a name. All about how much I love their mom."

Bradley let you bury your face against his neck. It didn't feel like you were hiding from him so much as giving him a taste of the kind of response he'd get if the two of you were alone. "I like that idea." You kissed the side of his neck and said, "I adore you, Roo. You'll be the best daddy."

Bradley almost laughed when you jolted in your seat after the nurse called your name. "Come on back, you two," she said with a smile. "Hopefully mom and dad can leave with some new family photos."

"Holy shit," Bradley replied, palms suddenly sweaty. Baby photos. He was on his feet in an instant, ready to go. And maybe this was what his dad felt like. Perhaps his parents didn't know what they were doing either, but rather they just counted themselves lucky to go along for the ride. He wished one of them had left him a notebook.

You were smiling up at him as he reached for your hand again, and your fingers felt sure and steady all wrapped up with his. "I'm excited, too," you whispered, answering your own question from earlier while he ran his thumb along your rings. "And maybe a little nervous."

"I'm right here," he promised as the two of you followed the nurse into a room filled with equipment. "I'm not going anywhere."

He kissed you and then begrudgingly let go of your hand when the nurse gave you a hospital gown to change into. As she left the room with the promise that your doctor would be in shortly, Bradley dragged his palms across his khaki covered thighs as he sat down and watched you change. Even though you were suffering from near constant nausea, he thought you looked incredible. Your face was glowing, and you kept looking at him with adoration in your eyes. 

"Jesus," he grunted when you removed your bra. Was it possible that today he was the hornier one for once? "Sweetheart. Your tits," he whispered as he ran a hand over his face while you giggled. "Unreal." Then your underwear went sliding down your legs, and he reached down to help you out of them. "Hand me the gown," he told you as he folded your underwear across his knee.

You slipped into the gown when he held it open for you, and then you stood between his legs while he secured the ties and kissed you through the fabric. Your laughter filled the small room, and when the doctor walked in, she found you sitting on Bradley's lap while he ran his knuckles gently across your belly. 

"I'm Dr. Morris," she said, shaking hands with you as you stood and then reaching for Bradley's. "I love it when partners show up for appointments, too. It's a lot more fun."

He watched Dr. Morris help you up onto the table, immediately missing your warm body next to his. "I plan on being here for every appointment unless I'm deployed." Your smile faltered a little bit at his words, so he added, "And even then, I'd steal a jet and fly in for a few hours. This is that important to me."

Your smile was restored and then some. Bradley scooted the chair a little closer when you reached for his hand as Dr. Morris started to ask you some questions and enter them into the software. "Do you recall when you last menstruated? I'd like to calculate a due date assuming we find a healthy fetus."

Once you told her the date of your last period, Bradley blurted out, "Why wouldn't it be healthy?"

Now he had two pairs of eyes on him as you squeezed his sweaty hand. "It's very early," Dr. Morris said. "Complications are more likely to occur in the first trimester than in the second or third. And your wife is just between seven and eight weeks along based on her cycle."

"Oh," Bradley said, swallowing hard. You'd tried to tell him all of this information before, letting him know it was too early to inform your parents or Nat or any of your other friends. But it felt somehow wrong coming from someone else. He didn't like this information when it was laid out before him in the exam room. 

"It's okay, Roo," you told him, a sweet smile still on your face. So he nodded and watched your lips and the curve of your cheek as you answered a few more questions and asked about prenatal vitamins.

Then eventually Dr. Morris said the only words Bradley really wanted to hear right now. "Let's see what we can find with the ultrasound."

He was sitting on the edge of his seat, elbow leaning on the exam table as he gripped your hand for dear life. As excited as he'd been, now he was on the verge of being sick. What if he'd been too rough with you in bed? What if the football at the beach really did hit you in the wrong spot? What if all of the vomiting had been worse than either of you considered?

One thing was for certain. Bradley was going to love you no matter what, until his dying day. So he held onto your hand and kissed your knuckles as Dr. Morris squeezed lube onto a wand that looked a bit like one of the vibrators you had at home. "Is that for the ultrasound?" he asked, watching you spread your legs wider. 

"Yes," the doctor replied, and a huge computer monitor lit up. "We need to get really up close at this stage to be able to see anything, so we're doing a transvaginal ultrasound today. The ones you're thinking of that use a paddle on the belly will come later."

"Right," he replied, and as soon as she slipped the wand inside you, he watched you purse your lips in slight discomfort. "You okay, Sweetheart?" he whispered, eyes glued to your face for any sign of pain. But your pinched expression melted away, and your lips parted softly as you sighed and stared at the computer monitor. 

"Oh. Oh, Bradley! Look!"

When he turned toward the screen, he slowly stood as you pulled his hand closer to your body and held it with both of yours. Everything looked a little fuzzy at first, just some gray and black shapes. But then a cute little bean started to take shape as Dr. Morris adjusted the wand, and Bradley rasped, "Is that the baby?"

"Yes," she replied evenly, also watching the monitor. "And everything looks great."

Warmth spread through his entire body as Bradley huffed out a laugh while you giggled. He wasn't sure if his hand was shaking or if it was yours, but he leaned down and kissed your wrists before finding your lips with his. "That's our baby," he whispered, kissing you once more.

"It's adorable," you said, smiling nonstop. "Like a little bean, or a chicken nugget."

Bradley leaned on the table, keeping as close to you as he could. "I'm already so in love." He could feel tears in his eyes as Dr. Morris froze the screen. "Is it over?" he asked in a slight panic. In all honesty, he could happily spend the rest of the day right here with you and the baby, and he wasn't prepared to say goodbye yet.

"Just capturing some images," she reassured him. "Baby's first picture."

"Oh my god," Bradley groaned softly, and you ran your fingers through his hair as he ducked his head against your shoulder. "That's the first picture, Baby Girl."

"The baby looks just like you, Roo," you told him with a laugh, and he kissed you until the doctor cleared her throat.

"Let's see what we can find if we zoom in a little more."

With rapt attention once again, Bradley stared at the screen. It looked like the baby was bouncing around a bit, wiggling to an unknown song. "Is that movement good?" he asked. "And what's that little flickering spot?"

"Very good," she replied. "And the flickering is the heartbeat."

"The heartbeat?" That was inexplicably what threw him over the edge as a tear managed to squeeze its way down his cheek when he blinked. "Holy shit."

He just let his head rest against your chest and basked in the feel of your fingers in his hair as you whispered, "I love you." Bradley had no idea if you were talking to him or the baby. Or maybe both. Or maybe you loved Dr. Morris, because in this moment he certainly did as she snapped more photos. Maybe you loved everything right now just like he did.

"I love you, too."

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Bradley was falling apart as you ran your fingertips along his scarred cheek. Or perhaps he was completely keeping it together. You weren't really sure. He had some tears in his eyes even though he was smiling, and the two of you were holding onto each other. 

"Do you want to listen to the heartbeat as well?" Dr. Morris asked, and the two of you responded at the same time. 

"Yes!"

She laughed and adjusted the ultrasound wand inside you which was actually extremely uncomfortable, but you were starting to think Bradley would cry harder when she removed it. And then you heard it. Dr. Morris adjusted something on the control panel, and set a device on your belly, and you could hear the heartbeat. 

"Why is it so fast?" Bradley asked, squeezing your hand. "That's like really fast."

Now your heartbeat was picking up, but Dr. Morris said, "One hundred and fifty two beats per minute. That's perfectly where it should be."

"Oh, okay," Bradley sighed, eyes transfixed on the monitor. "That's good then. That's a strong Bradshaw heartbeat right there. Can you take another picture? The nugget looks really cute like that."

You laughed and reached for him when she eventually shut off the equipment and removed the wand. At Bradley's request, she printed out enough copies of each image that you'd be able to give them to your parents, all of your friends and even Bradley's cousin Brenda in Virginia. 

"This seems like overkill," you whispered as the printer just kept going and going.

"It's not," he promised. "I need all of them to wallpaper my locker and fill my helmet bag. Just a bunch of pictures of you and now the baby, too."

"We'll get more ultrasound photos at the next appointment. And the next one after that," you reminded him. 

"Good. We'll have enough to wallpaper at home, too." Eased himself back down into the chair as you sat up a little bit while Dr. Morris cleaned up her workstation. 

"When is the due date?" you asked suddenly. 

"March 24th," she replied, and you and Bradley shared a smile. "Do either of you have any other questions for me?" she asked as she handed a massive stack of ultrasound photos to your husband who looked like he just won the lottery. 

"When can we find out if it's a girl or a boy?" he asked, looking through the images with a crooked little grin on his face. 

"In the second trimester," she assured him. "You'll make a special appointment for an anatomy scan."

You cleared your throat and said, "So... I've been really quite... I'm sure it's the hormones and everything, but I've been extremely aroused for the past few weeks." Bradley gave you a wide eyed look as you asked, "Basically, I want my husband around the clock right now, and I want to know if that's normal?"

He let out a strangled choking sound, and his cheeks started to flush pink as Dr. Morris said, "That's totally normal. Have at it."

You pressed your lips together before you quickly asked, "And rough is okay? Like pretty rough."

"Yep," she replied, completely unfazed by your words as Bradley looked like he wanted to run out of the room with his stack of baby pictures. "Anything else?"

A smile crept to your lips, one that Bradley would have probably found alarming if he were looking anywhere else except the door at the moment. "Actually, yes. I do have one more question for you, Dr. Morris. Based on the size of the baby and the date of my last period, can you tell me when you think the baby was conceived?"

"Sure," she replied, turning the monitor back on and scrolling through all of the information in your electronic file. 

"You did not just ask her that," Bradley whispered, his voice deep with annoyance and maybe a little bit of desire as you grinned at him and bit your lip. 

"I would say you probably conceived right around June 27th."

You squealed with delight as Bradley groaned. "Thank you so much, Dr. Morris. We'll see you again in a few weeks."

When she left the room, you hopped off the table and started to untie your gown, pausing to pump your fist in the air while Bradley held his forehead in his hand. "Okay, okay. You win," he whined as he laughed. "You win."

"I told you the baby was conceived in the Honda!"

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Later that night, Bradley kept reminding himself that Dr. Morris said rough sex was okay. That seemed to be the only way you wanted it as you got on all fours on the bed and said, "Fuck me hard, Daddy." And Bradley was never going to be one to deny his wife anything she asked for. 

Beads of sweat were rolling down his face, occasionally dripping onto your back as he leaned over you. He was panting next to your ear as he went as hard as he could, fucking you until your knees buckled and he had to hold you up. "You know, I used to have a wife who liked it sweet sometimes. I wonder what happened to her?"

"You knocked her up," you gasped as he rubbed your clit with his fingers. 

Fuck, he was getting close, and your words were not helping in the least. "Come on, Baby Girl. Come for Daddy." 

A few more swipes of his fingers and a little more dirty talk, and you were coming. Holy hell, you were coming hard, which was a good thing, because Bradley needed a break. You released an unholy moan as your legs gave out again, and this time, he let you sink down to the bed as he grabbed his cock in time to come all over your ass and your back. 

"Roo," you gasped as he painted you up, and you met his eyes over your shoulder. "That's so fucking hot!"

"I'm glad you think so," he grunted before he sprawled out on the bed next to you on his back. "I got nothing left in the tank, Sweetheart. Do not ask me for more tonight."

You crawled over to kiss his sweaty face and whispered, "You did so good," as you patted his abs adoringly. "You're already the world's best Daddy." Then you leaned down and cleaned his cum from the head of his cock with your tongue, and Bradley moaned as you climbed out of bed. "I'm going to shower and get ready for bed."

He raised his hand in a wave or surrender, he wasn't quite sure which. Forty-five minutes of nailing you until you screamed his name was the most intense workout he'd had in weeks. He needed to hit his home gym in the garage a little harder. Maybe he could invite Jake over to lift weights with him, and then he could sneak away and take a nap while you and Jake had one of your gossip sessions. That actually sounded pretty great.

Bradley managed to get out of bed long enough to let Tramp out and brush his teeth. By that point, you were getting out of the shower and drying yourself off,  humming and sighing softly. 

"I know what you're trying to do," he said with his toothbrush hanging out of his mouth. "And it's not gonna work."

You looked at him with one eyebrow raised as you ran the towel across your chest. "I'm sorry. What exactly am I trying to do that's not going to work?"

He spit out his toothpaste and rinsed his mouth, sending a glare at you in the mirror. "Look at your fucking tits, Sweetheart. Now you're just flaunting them."

"I'm literally just standing here."

He shook his head and kissed your forehead as he walked past. "You know what you did."

When you slipped in bed next to him, he pulled you close while you laughed softly. You were wearing nothing except for his old UVA shirt, and when you curled up next to him, he pushed you gently onto your back. Then he yanked the shirt up and shimmied under the covers so his lips were next to your tummy. 

He kissed up and down your side before laying with his cheek on your hip and one hand on your belly. "Listen kid, I don't know what you're doing in there, but I need you to chill, okay? Someday soon, you'll get to see how pretty and perfect your mommy is. Yes, I think about her all day long. Yes, I love her, but I can only take so much. Your old man is an old man."

You lifted up the covers, and Bradley felt your fingers in his hair. "No, you're not."

He kissed the spot just below your belly button before returning to his pillow. "I'll be close to thirty-eight when this little nugget arrives."

"That's not old."

When you curled up on him this time, he collected you in his arms. If you were surprised by his words, you didn't let on. "My dad died when he was twenty-nine. My mom died when she was forty-two. You're a bit younger than me, not that I mind. But my age is something I think about a lot. I'm older than all my friends. I like to be prepared for things before I jump into them. I like to feel out my surroundings. Except when it comes to you, apparently."

You snuggled in a little closer, voice soft as you asked, "What do you mean?"

Bradley kissed your fingers before lacing them with his in the dark bedroom. "I was all in with you as soon as you looked at me. Zero hesitation. No turning back."

You buried your face in his chest and moaned. "You can't just talk about me like that. It makes me insane for you," came your muffled voice, and Bradley laughed. 

"I guess I never had any hesitation about us having kids either. And I'm just saying... it's nice to have time to think about the baby before the baby actually gets here. But I'm also in my head a lot right now about my parents and how much more flying I've got left in me and how I don't actually know how the fuck to take care of a baby."

"Bradley!" Your voice was scolding as you propped yourself up on him. "We're a team. And I wouldn't lie to you. You're not old, and I'm pretty sure nobody actually knows how to take care of a baby until they have one in front of them. Then you just kind of do it, I guess. The fact that you are so excited about this pregnancy is at least half of what's turning me on so much. You will be the best dad imaginable, because you love me so well, and I don't doubt you have more of that to give."

He was exhausted, and your words settled over him like something he could physically feel. "I really am so excited. Today felt like a dream. I just want to cover the whole house in the ultrasound photos, and I can't wait to get another smaller paper airplane tattoo."

He felt your fingers trace his tattoo in the darkness. You knew exactly where it was without guidance just like he knew exactly where yours was. "You'll get it right here? With the baby's name on it?"

"Yeah," he whispered, starting to feel like he was going to doze off.

"I have a question," you said, and he squeezed your hand softly. "Earlier you asked when we can find out if it's a boy or a girl."

He smiled at the hesitation in your voice. "What's your question?"

Bradley could feel your heartbeat against his body, and he thought about how he had been able to see and hear what the baby was doing just a few hours ago. The beautiful sound of that rapid heartbeat that belonged to his child. 

"Do you care? If it's a boy or a girl?"

"No," he answered honestly. "Not one bit. I just care that it's ours."

"Me too. I'm happy either way." Your words sounded soft and dreamy, and he believed them.

"I love you both. Now let the old man sleep."

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The rest of the week felt like a bit of a reality check. You tried taking the prenatal vitamins from Dr. Morris, but you threw them back up almost instantly every single time. "Just skip them," Bradley said on Friday morning as you threw up in the toilet when you were trying to get dressed for work. 

"I can't," you practically wailed. "They are supposed to keep me healthy so I can keep the baby healthy." You looked up at him from where you were sitting on the floor.

He sighed and checked the time. "Why don't you just stay home today? You're looking pretty green, and it's Friday anyway. Text Bickel."

Anger flared inside you. He was standing there looking nice and tidy in his khakis while you were on the floor turning yours into a wrinkly mess. And the reason for that was the fact that you had to deal with all of this shit. He just got to enjoy your libido while being excited about the baby. You really didn't want to start resenting him right now when you were leaving for Maryland soon.

"I can't just skip work on a whim like what I'm doing isn't important," you snapped. "I'm trying to get my presentation ready for Annapolis, in case you forgot you offered to help me with that."

He was on his knees in an instant with your chin in his hand. "Hey, that's not what I meant. I just don't want you overexerting yourself, especially since your work is important and you'll be traveling soon."

You still felt bitchy, even though he made you peanut butter crackers and took Tramp for a walk while you stayed curled up in bed for an extra twenty minutes. "That's right. I'll be gone for a week. I'm sure you're looking forward to having a break from the near constant sex."

You used the vanity to pull yourself to your feet while your stomach lurched, even though he was holding his hand out to help you. "Look at me," he demanded without touching you at all. You didn't want to, but you shifted your gaze to his face as he stood too. "If you really think that's true, then we have a serious problem. I'm going to assume that you feel the need to take your nausea out on me, and that's fine. I don't really mind. That's what I'm here for. But do not accuse me of ever wanting to be separated from you."

You pressed your lips together and just nodded as he leaned down to kiss your cheek. You didn't want to be away from him either, but you felt another wave of sickness rolling through your body.

"I need to go, Sweetheart. I'll stop and get you some of those ginger pills on my way home. Maybe they'll help. I love you."

After he left, you threw up again and fought the urge to throw the bottle of prenatal vitamins across the bathroom. Even now you were horny enough that you considered climbing back in bed with your vibrator to take the edge off, but you knew nothing would be as good as the real thing. And you'd have to apologize to Bradley before you could have that, and it would undoubtedly make you cry when you did. 

When you finally made your way back out to the kitchen, you found more peanut butter crackers arranged on a plate in the shape of a heart with one of the ultrasound photos next to it. Tears welled up in your eyes, and you tried to call your husband, but it went to voicemail. You listened to his raspy voice before ending the call and texting him instead.

I'm sorry. If you want Marry Me Rooster for dinner, pick up some chicken along with the ginger pills.

After you tucked the ultrasound picture in the new Bronco, you spent your whole morning sitting quietly with Cat, the two of you going over each presentation slide with a fine tooth comb. "Is that calculation correct?" she asked, pulling out a calculator. 

"It fucking better be. I did it myself. Months ago."

She looked at you with wide eyes. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," you lied, anxious that Bradley hadn't responded to your text. Two days ago, you were having the absolute time of your life with Dr. Morris, and now you wanted to scream. "Can we just finish this?" you said through gritted teeth as Cat checked your math which was obviously done correctly. 

"That's what we're working on," she said smoothly, using her mom voice on you and making your nerves prickle. "Finishing the slides so we can spend next week practicing and getting our notes in order for all of these meetings and cocktail receptions."

The last thing you wanted to do right now was pretend you were drinking alcohol while trying not to vomit. Nothing about this trip to Annapolis seemed appealing. And you didn't want to have to try to hide your pregnancy from your parents if you drove to see them one night. 

"Are you sure you're okay?" Cat asked, and you had to steel your spine as you nodded. 

"I'm perfect." There was no point in making her mad at you when the two of you would be in close quarters for several days, so you rolled your shoulders and got back to work.

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Asking Jake if he wanted to workout actually wasn't the best idea Bradley had come up with recently. It would be nice to have someone to spot for him at the weight bench, but if you were making his favorite dinner, he'd rather spend the time with you. 

"Fuck," he groaned as Jake followed him to the grocery store on his way home. Apparently he needed protein powder and didn't mind that Bradley had to stop for chicken. Of course now he had to try to discreetly grab the ginger pills that you wanted to try for your nausea. 

It ended up being easier than he thought since Jake took fifteen minutes to decide which flavor of protein powder he wanted. He was still looking at them when Bradley went back to that aisle. "Are you almost done?"

Jake shot him a nasty look from where he was squatting at the bottom shelf. "Listen, it would go faster if I didn't get hit on constantly when I'm wearing my uniform."

Bradley rolled his eyes so hard, he was afraid he'd get a migraine. "Keep it in your fucking pants. I'll meet you at my house."

Jake grabbed a container and followed him to the registers. When they passed a hot sauce display, he grabbed one and handed it to Bradley. "Get this for Angel, and maybe you'll get laid. Sounds like you need it."

"It's literally the last thing I need," he mumbled, but paid for it anyway along with the ginger and the chicken. When Bradley slid his credit card back in his wallet, he saw the corner of the ultrasound image he had tucked in there last night. He unfolded it and took a peek as Jake paid for his powder. You were everything. And the baby was everything. And he should have been a little more patient with you this morning. 

"You coming?" Jake asked, and Bradley shoved the nugget photo back inside his wallet before slipping it into his pocket. 

You were already home, and Bradley parked the blue Bronco next to the red one. Jake came careening into the driveway, stopping about two inches from the back of the new Bronco. "Show her a little respect, okay?"

Jake snorted as he climbed out. "You literally fucked the other car to bits. I didn't do shit."

Bradley groaned as he walked inside with Jake on his heels. The first thing he saw was you in the kitchen, feeding Tramp a treat. You had on some skin tight yoga pants and a little shirt without a bra, and you turned to him and said, "Can we talk?" He opened his mouth to tell you that you could have any damn thing you wanted, and then you said, "Hi, Jake," with a look of surprise on your face. "I didn't know you were coming over."

"Hey, Angel," Jake crooned, walking into the kitchen and pulling you in for a tight hug. Shit, Bradley forgot to text you and let you know he wasn't going to be alone. "Didn't see you at lunch today."

"I worked through lunch," you replied, your eyes on Bradley. "Are you staying for dinner?"

"Nah, just going to lift weights out in the garage with Rooster for a bit. I'll be out of your hair after that."

"You can stay if you want," you told him, but he was already heading toward the hallway bathroom with his gym bag. "Why didn't you tell me he was coming over?" you whispered. "I'm not even wearing underwear, and you left one of the ultrasound photos on the fridge."

Bradley quickly pulled it down and stuck it in the freezer on his way to get to you. "I'm sorry. I meant to text you, but then I got in the Bronco and forgot." Tears welled up in your eyes; he should be used to this by now, but he was not. "If you're horny, I'll take care of you as soon as Jake leaves."

You scoffed at him. "It's not that. I don't just want that. I wanted to talk. You're not just a gigantic, walking dick to me."

Jake cleared his throat, and you and Bradley both turned to see him standing there in his gym clothes. "I'll meet you out in the garage," he said with a smirk. "Take your time."

"I'll just be a minute," Bradley called over his shoulder, but you'd already started to open the chicken he set on the counter. "Do you want to talk now?"

"No." Great. You were giving him one word answers now. 

"Would you like me to get changed and get out of your hair?"

"Yes."

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As soon as Bradley walked through the sliding glass door and headed for the garage, you broke out in tears. What the fuck was your problem? You didn't mind if Jake was here or if he stayed for dinner. You didn't want to completely discourage Bradley from hanging up the nugget photo. You just couldn't control your emotions, and you had zero patience today. And you couldn't stop running to the bathroom to pee. 

You decided to fill up some travel mugs with water and take them out to the guys to smooth things over. Tramp ran around in the grass as you walked across the yard, and you could already hear the two of them talking over their playlist as you approached the doorway. 

"Is Angel's ass bigger now?" Jake asked, pointing to the dirty calendar that Bradley hung on the wall and strategically covered part of with a post-it note.

Your husband shook his head. "Stop staring at my calendar," he replied as he added weight to one side of the bar. "And stop talking about my wife's ass."

"She's in a feisty mood today. You probably didn't even need that hot sauce to get laid, old man." Based on Jake's response, you were pretty sure neither of them had seen you in the doorway yet as you stood there awkwardly. 

Bradley's brow creased. "She's been a real handful, actually."

Jake hooted with laughter. "In the bedroom? Never mind, I don't want to know."

It took Bradley a few seconds to respond. "Can we talk about anything else other than my wife? Please? Literally any other topic would be great."

You turned on your heel and carried the waters back toward the house as soon as you heard Jake say, "Speaking of asses, you know who has a great one..."

They were out there for a full hour. You made what turned out to be perhaps the most incredible looking batch of Marry Me Rooster of your life while you stewed. Even your husband was already sick of you. Soon you'd gain so much pregnancy weight, your ass would probably be enormous. He'd probably have to close his eyes just to have sex with you. 

You froze as you were putting the chicken onto a plate. What if he couldn't stand the sight of you with a belly at all? All stretched out and weird? Bradley had probably glorified it in his mind, but you knew it wasn't going to be all that appealing when you were nine months along in the middle of March with stretch marks galore. You were already bloated enough that Jake noticed.

You were turning and looking down at your body when they both came walking back inside, out of breath. "Smells good in here. Are these for us?" Bradley asked, pointing at the waters on the island. 

"Yes," you whispered, afraid to meet his eyes. As soon as you heard his voice, you were horny again, but you didn't want to keep forcing him to have sex with you just because you couldn't help yourself.

Jake kissed you on the cheek, and when you told him he was welcome to stay for dinner, he said, "I'll take a raincheck. See you for golf on Sunday, Rooster," and headed out to his car.

"Do you think you can eat dinner?" Bradley asked you softly. When you turned away from him and nodded, he said, "You didn't have to wait for me if you were hungry. Do you want me to shower first?"

You burst into tears once again. "I don't know if I'm hungry. I don't ever know. Sometimes I just grow up. And I can't stop fucking crying! And I don't want you to be so sick of me that you'd rather talk about literally anything else with Jake, including someone else's ass."

"Whoa, whoa," he said quietly, spinning you around again. "I don't want to talk about anything else besides you, Sweetheart."

You shook your head and covered your eyes with your hands. "I tried to bring the waters outside. I heard you."

When you were pulled snug against his sweaty shirt, you felt slightly better. "Baby Girl. I was not about to get into a conversation with Jake about how I can barely keep up with you in bed. In order to keep my pride intact, I would at least want him to know you're pregnant if I'm admitting that you're wearing me out." He kissed the top of your head over and over.

"It feels like you're getting sick of me," you sobbed softly. "And you brought me hot sauce even though I can't eat it right now, and that made me so sad."

"I couldn't be less sick of you if I tried. I just needed to keep Jake off my back rather than let slip that you're pregnant, so I got the hot sauce. And it's completely my fault I forgot to tell you he was coming over, but I had a lot on my mind today."

"Like what?" you asked, inhaling how delicious he smelled even compared to the dinner you made.

"Like possible baby names and the look and feel of your pussy when I fuck you. Do you need me right now? Because I'm ready to go when you want me."

"So badly," you squeaked. "I'm sorry, Roo."

"Don't ever apologize again for wanting to have sex with me. I will be the one to apologize if I don't last as long as you need me to."

You nodded against him. "Well then I'll apologize for having a bad attitude."

"Do you need me to fuck the attitude out of you?" 

"Yes, sir."

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Imagine how excited he'll be holding that baby in his beefy arms. Just stay calm, sweet Roo. The hormones won't last forever. Up next, we're going to Annapolis. Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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[yinora-evergreen]

Wings? [Charles Rowland x fem! alive! supernatural! reader]

a/n: this is quite the long oneshot, longer than expected, but i really enjoyed writing this! i hope you guys enjoy, and feel free to request fics such as these whenever you'd like <3

word count: around 2k.

"Here, this will be your room, rent is weekly and that is your roommate [name]" Jenny says as she hands Crystal the keys to the room, and gestures a little vaguely at the girl standing infront of them both. "hey Jenny, i thought you said i'd get one roommate, not three?" you ask as you glance at the two boys standing behind who you now know as Crystal, one of them looking intrigued and the other mainly just confused, and Crystal tilts her head a little as if she just made a new discovery "did you forget to take your meds again [name]? there's just Crystal" Jenny rolls her eyes and turns around to leave, saying something about why she even lets you stay here as she walks back to the front of the shop. "so, uh, you can see us?" one of the boys asks, and you take a step back from the sudden startle "oh, sorry mate, didn't mean to startle you, i'm Charles, and this is Edwin" he gives you a charming smile, and you quickly look at Crystal, who, hopefully gently, jabs him in the ribs with her elbow. "Sorry about that, don't worry, i see them too, as you heard from Jenny, my name's Crystal" she holds out a hand to shake, which you slightly hesitantly take "i'm [name]..." "so, are you a psychic like Crystal or have you had a near-death experience?" the one who you heard was called Edwin asks as he takes out a notebook and a pen to write down your answer, and you notice Charles giving him a look that says 'really dude?'. "uh, well, i'm not really sure? strange things have been happening since i was a child, doctors gave me meds for it but they didn't exactly work" you answer. "hm, what kind of strange things? we're the dead boy detectives, me and Charles, i suppose Crystal here joined us recently, but we solve supernatural cases" "yeah, my demon ex-boyfriend stole my memories so, yeah, i'm trying to get them back" Crystal adds. "dead boy detectives? are you two ghosts?" you ask. "yeah, you got that right" Charles says with a bright smile, the type that you would instantly think about if you had to think about him. "right, okay, in that case..." you start to tell your story. "for as long as i can remember, i've been seeing things that others never seemed to notice, the earliest memory i have was that i went to a museum, i was quite young, and i saw someone staring at a wall, and when i got closer i saw that his entire face was cut up, like, something had mauled him, i ran away crying, but my mom said it was all in my head" you continue. "another time was a few years later, i was on the school playground, and since people said i was weird, other kids refused to play with me. i saw this dog, a real sweetheart, and started playing with it, it was only when a teacher came to ask me what i was doing that i was told there was nothing there, and when i looked back at the dog, it dissappeared". "any more recent things? something that doesn't include seeing ghosts? because that would indicate you probably just had a near death experience that you didn't realize, such as getting run over by a, what was it called Charles? a car?" Edwin asks, "jeez, when did you die?" you say with clear disbelief that he forgot what exactly a car was for a second. "he died in the edwardian era, then spent like, 70 years in hell before he got out, i died in the 80's, and stuck around with him" Charles says with a slight shrug. "oh shit, okay, so to answer your question, it was like, eight months ago, i woke up, and i had this" you take off your shirt, Edwin instantly averts his eyes to the floor, meanwhile Charles looks at Edwin instead. you turn around, and show them the tattoo of two bug-like wings going from your shoulderblades down your back. "damn, those are.... really cool"

Crystal says with a nod, and Edwin quickly writes it down. "and what's so strange about that? isn't it just a cool tattoo?" he inquires, not quite getting the strange thing about them yet. "well, i never got a tattoo before in my life, i never got these willingly, and sometimes, i have this nearly painful ache on my back, and when i do it's the worst where the tattoo begins, on my shoulder blades" you answer as you put your shirt back on, much to Edwin's relief as he really wasn't used to seeing stuff like that out of nowhere.

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that first meeting? that was a few weeks ago, and you have become close friends with all of them.

Crystal has become like a sister to you, Niko has joined the team now too after you guys saved her, and even Edwin has been more kind to you, he has his charms sometimes.

and Charles? oh, where to begin.

you two are like two peas in a pod, and at first, Edwin did NOT like that, but he's been more than kind about it now.

at this point, he practically ALWAYS tells you two to go together for cases, and as close as you two are, you hate it.

why? you've fallen, and not even a little.

those smiles he gives you, the way his first concern was you when he got out of that loop in the haunted house, the way he always offers to put your stuff in his infinite bag, the accent, the looks he gives you sometimes, and it's terrible!

you swear its unnatural, to fall for a person who's been dead for decades, to have fallen for someone who probably doesn't love you that way.

nah, you're reading into things, atleast, thats what you tell yourself.

he however? he's the exact same.

the reason why Edwin keeps pairing you two up is because he figured out that Charles likes you, a lot, to the point where Charles had to make a deal with Niko for her to shut up about it too, before you found out.

no way you'd like a person who's already dead right?

when he thought of you, he thought about you making fun of his accent, your wing tattoos, the way you tried to keep his focus on solving the case and on you instead of the murderous scene when you guys were in that house, the way your grin was to die for as you asked about what the 80's were like, the way you hugged him and told him to never do that again as soon as he was out of that dreaded loop, he could swear he saw tears of relief in those gorgeous eyes of yours.

"hey Edwin, i saw 12 cats in total outside, just so you know" you say as you walk in with the groceries for the week, since you and Crystal did still have to eat. Edwin nods and quietly thanks you for helping him count all the cats, Charles walks through the wall into your bedroom before you can say anything, he wanted to tell you how he feels but, was it worth the risk? it would be rather awkward since you'd still have to talk to eachother nearly constantly.

you notice it, though, and you quickly take off your jacket before going into your room too.

"hey Charles, i need to talk to you about something" you say a little nervously, were you really going to do this? really?

"ofcourse mate, what's up?" he tries to sound relaxed, but you don't seem to notice as you quickly ramble on about something he only understands half of.

"yeahsoireallylikeyoulikemorethanafriendandicantreallyhandlehidingitanymoreandireallyloveyoursmileandialwaysendupthinkingaboutyouwhenevericantsleepandihadtopayNikooffusingmanga'stoconvincehertokeepquietbutyeahthatsallpleasedonthateme-" Charles looks at you with confusion, and you take a deep breath.

"okay, so, long story short, summery of that ramble, i really like you, i don't know how, since like, i'm alive and you're dead- wait was that rude? i didn't mean-" before you can finish, you feel his hands on your cheeks as he kisses you, and ofcourse you kiss back.

he pulls away, and look you in the eyes with a loving smile, one you have never seen before "i like you too, so don't even worry about it"

"we'll figure everything out together, yeah?" all you can do is nod as a grin finds its way on you face.

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you woke up with a scream.

your back hurts like hell, and you can feel blood coming down onto the sheets.

in a panic, you quickly go to the bathroom, rushing right past a just woken up Crystal who looks worried.

once in the bathroom, you take off your shirt, though not without struggle as the pain on your back makes it extremely painful to lift your arms so high.

as you take off your shirt, your eyes widen in even more panic as you see the blood that seeped onto it, and you turn around infront of the mirror, seeing blood trickling down your back from your shoulder blades, and... two wings, covered in that same blood, they look exactly like the tattoo you had, but then real.

before you can do any more panicking you hear a knock on the door.

"[name]? you in there? what's wrong?" it's Crystal, though before you can say anything you hear more voices.

"Love? you alright? i'm coming in there if you don't answer, you sounded like you were in pain" Charles. oh no.

he can't see this?! what would he think? you look disgusting, with a bedhead and a bloody back.

"no! no, please just let Edwin in, i can't let you two see me like this.." you say as a few tears roll down your face, apparently your voice sounded like it too as Charles was ready to barge in through the wall anyway if Crystal didn't keep a hold on his arm.

less than a minute later, Edwin comes in, and his eyes widen as he sees the state you are in, and he quickly leaves again.

you stare at yourself in the bathroom mirror as he comes back with a book on... fairy's?

"it's not just about fairy's, it's also about fairy type blessings that they might give to people who went through a lot of negetivity in their life, and what type of blessings they give, clearly we need to figure out yours." he explains before you can question him.

"here it says it's a blessing of the ignored, given to someone who got ignored and waved away whenever they tried to say or convince someone of anything, and the wings were bound to sprout when you feel like you're ready for it, even though you aren't aware of what you're ready for" he explains, and he takes a good look at the 'instructions' of how to atleast clean them up.

"right, i'd say, take a hot shower, put on something like a... backless top or dress? i believe you have those? and we can show Charles, Crystal and Niko and we'll figure out what to do"

all you can do it nod as he leaves again, and you hear some light arguing between him and Charles before you hear Crystal interrupting them and convincing Charles to just sit down at the table and wait.

you took a good, warm shower, though you could instantly tell your wings were sensitive, but tough at the same time.

you put a towel around yourself, and luckily you have a door straight to your bedroom, which Crystal uses aswell, as then she doesn't have to walk past Charles and Edwin when she has showered.

you put on a backless top that you got a year back, but never got to wear as it's usually too cold for it, and some simple jeans and shoes.

you walk out, and see Charles instantly looking relieved as he gets up, though he can tell there's something going on as it's much too cold for that top, and Crystal walks past you in awe as she comes out of her room too, Niko also just walked in from the door with Edwin, and he nods to you to turn around.

and you do.

at first your'e nervous, but then you hear the gasps of awe and you feel Charles gently touch one of them, which makes it twitch a little.

"i did more research when you were showering, turns out the first times are most painful, but you can control wether or not they are as a tattoo or as usable wings, though obviously you must train to do anything with them at all, such as flying. i reccomend that you get more backless tops or tanktops that leave the shoulderblades free, so if we're on a case you could simply take off your shirt and free those wings incase it's needed"

you nod, and before you do anything else, you turn back around, and you spread them.

you look at the floor, but Charles lifts your head back up to meet his eyes, full of wonder. "those are awesome, yeah? we'll help you figure everything out, as always"

"i believe we've gotten a new case, huh?" Crystal says with a slight smile, and you smile back.

you let your wings relax, and without even thinking too much of it, they go back to their tattoo form.

"i suppose we do" Edwin replies.

[im-an-anthusiast]

Discuss your OCs. Now 🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵🫵

Ok so here is Thomas. Or well was. Here lies Thomas. Because while I wasn't looking he transed his gender. Or well. Gendher. This is the second OC this has happened to! Although, to be fair, Albion transed his gender retroactively - as in he was always male, he just swapped his AGAB. So, Tommy (?) here uh. Well. I haven't really written anything (good) about her. (I wrote two fluff romance pieces about her and Santi, her love interest, an OC whom I actually have written about!) I am in fact sitting on a half-finished familial trauma (my beloved) piece for Tommy. I keep getting stuck on a single word and closing the piece for another month.

So, what's up with Tommy? She's a very tall, for one. Has shaggy, dark grey hair, and is about 200 years old? 225 if I recall correctly? I might be getting that wrong. Her most prominent feature are her unnaturally bright - glowing, emerald green eyes. This is due to a part of one of my Magic Systems! She has a so-called Remnant Signature, which doesn't affect her Magic but affects her body. The special girl that she is, however, she also has another Signature. This one, however, is a regular Signature, and thusly affects her Magic. However, it borders on a Blank Signature with how large it's Stature is, meaning using Magic causes significant Maogic Recoil (better name pending). This is not at all helped with how she was forced into training Magic since young! This huge amount of Magic Recoil has given her the Magic-induced equivalent of very bad asthma (and other respiratory issues). Because I can't write a non-disabled character! I am also thinking about her having trouble seeing due to her own eyes projecting light... I think I love torturing my characters a bit too much. Oh also she's fucking BUILT.

Anyway, due to her respiratory issues, she has to use Magic Drugs. Which she deals, by the way. She controls a good ⅓ of the Magic Drug market. She, in particular, uses the inhaler form of a strong mix of Pollen Breaths, a kind of healing Drug(s) called Floral(s), which is/are made from the processed Flesh and Blood of Hexstarveds. In addition, it provides immediate respite from the effects of mind-affecting/altering Magic, which can be quite handy when striking deals with other Magi (plural of Magus, the colloquial name for a Mageblood Magic Channeller).

But that is neither here nor there. She also carries around a notebook simply for the sake of reading out Fun Facts™️ when none immediately come to mind. She also likes to take up regular professions, for the combined sake of enjoying studying, helping people, and needing a cover story for insane income and occupation. She's currently posing as a doctor, and let me tell you, she absolutely kills it in a labcoat! She also wears a lower-face gas mask (which is also her Tether (a tool for safer Magic channelling)) sometimes, though it is usually hanging off of her neck. This is because I cannot write a character without giving them an option/reason to cover up their face her second Signature, which I've already mentioned but not named, White Smoke, with the combination of the Discipline and Branch of Magic she uses - Creation Manifesting Magic - allows her to create smoke around herself. Which uh. Not only causes her respiratory issues, also worsens them. Obviously.

She is the daughter to two important Magic families, though I'd perhaps rather leave that to the piece which I want to sink my teeth deeper into that.

In addition, it is interesting to consider that Magebloods do not have extraordinary lifespans unless they have consumed raw Halfblood (A Mix of Mageblood and Hexstarved, often also referred to as an Unsated Mageblood) Flesh, or being hopelessly addicted and dependant on Iðuns, a special, extremely rare, insanely addictive and body destroying type of several Magic Drugs that slows the aging of or rejuvenates its victims consumers.

This has been yours truly, Felix Adustus, ranting about yet another OC. I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did

[felice-jaganshi]

Alastor X OC

His Pet

Chapter 3/??

The next few days, Zariah seemed rather reclusive. She spent a lot of time in her room and when she wandered the halls of the hotel, she always looked kind of dazed. Though she'd snap right out of it soon as someone said her name. It made Alastor curious what was going on in that head of hers. One day, he stopped her wanderings by poking a finger to her forehead. She stopped moving but still seemed lost in her head.

“My dear, what is going on in that head of yours?” He asked softly, bending over to look in her eyes.

She seemed so far away, but her reply was confident, “the dragon kingdom being at war with the griffin tribes because of a vague prophecy that one of their princes would kill their king…”

He blinked, maintaining his constant smile, but confusion shone in his eye. “The what now?”

She seemed to zone back in, “oh, sorry Al, I was in my head again… too many ideas bouncing around at once.” She looked a little embarrassed. 

He hummed, “Is that all? You seemed so out of it, even angel dust was worried you were on drugs. But you snap out of it too quickly for that to be the case.”

“Oh, no, I just had a really good idea for a novel, and I was so focused on world building, I forgot I was walking around. I should probably go back to my room and write it all down before I forget what I just came up with.” She turned to leave, her tails swishing about, almost touching his face. He smelt a relaxing perfume from them, like almonds and peonies. He decided to follow her.

“Might I follow you, dear? I'm quite curious what Charlie has done for your room.”

“You're not going to help the others prepare for battle?” She asked, looking over her shoulder. 

“Oh no dear, they'll be fine on their own.” He grinned like always, but it felt empty to her.

“Huh… okay.” 

She entered her room, “Shoes off here at the entrance please. The less dirt tracked in the better.” She took off her own shoes and went straight for her desk.

Alastor looked about from the entrance. The bed was a bunk bed, but the top was covered in books, and the bottom had thick curtains covering all the sides to make it a “canopy bed”. There were papers and notebooks scattered all over the floor, opened to different pages with a doctor's level of scribbling all over the pages. He took off his shoes begrudgingly and made his way across the floor. She was sitting in a chair, rocking it back on its back feet as she wrote quickly.

Alastor looked over her shoulder and was having a hard time making out any of the words. “My dear, are you even writing in full sentences?”

“Oh, no. These are just my personal notes. I don't intend for people to read my raw notes, they're just for me. If you want to read the stuff I've actually cleaned up, there's a pile over in the corner of cleaned up stories.” She pointed over to them. “The one in the red notebook I think you'll like best. It's a horror romance, with a wendigo like monster, and werewolves. The wendigo is the love interest.” 

She didn't look up from her pages as she went back to writing.

He was vaguely curious, so he went over and picked it up. He skimmed it a bit. “This is quite unique. You're getting more and more intriguing by the day, darling.” She stopped writing as he called her that, she lost her balance on the chair and fell back with a yelp!

But before her head could hit the ground, the chair was caught and turned back upright, with her still on it. She looked back and saw Alastor's shadow had caught her.

“My my, you should really be more careful. You could have gotten a nasty bruise there.” His smile took on a playful air.

She laughed lightly, “thanks Al. You just surprised me is all. I've never been called ‘darling’ by anyone before.”

“Really? A charming young thing like you?” He asked, resting his chin in his hand as he leaned on the desk.

“young? Hah, and charming?” She shook her head, “I may look cute in this form, but when I was alive… let's just say my soul is more beautiful than my body was. And for the 2020's, I sure wasn't considered charming. You're from what, the 1920's? There's like 100 years between us. And probably about half a continent at least.” She sighed, then held one of her own tails, petting the fur to soothe herself. “Oh, hey, so I noticed the deer ears and antlers, do you have a tail too? Oh, do your antlers get velvet that sheds seasonally?” She smiled at him.

He couldn't help but chuckle, “ah dear, you ask such interesting questions. And I plan to answer none of them!” She pouted and he shuffled his chair over to pet her head again, “Your hair is so soft.” She purred and her other tail flipped into his lap.

“My tails are soft too. They're really soothing to pet when I get anxious. You can pet my tails if you'd like!”

He pulled his hand back from petting her and held them both up, “ah, my dear, I think you may have misunderstood my affections!” He sounded a bit nervous. She looked at him for a moment before blushing and waving her hands frantically!

“Wait! No no, I just meant it as a friendly offer! I know you weren't trying to come onto me, I'm sorry if it came off weird. It's not like my tails are sensitive or anything weird. I was just being friendly.” She then hid her face in her hands, her ears laying flat. 

He sighed, a relieved look crossing his face, “ah, good. Then this was just a misunderstanding. I'm sorry for causing you such distress, Zariah.” He then reached out and pet the tail in his lap, just one stroke… it was the softest thing he'd ever felt! He kept petting it, and Zariah began to calm down and relax. 

“Well, I'm glad that's the case. I'll also take our bond seriously as well.” 

“It's okay, I'm sorry I caused you discomfort. I should have worded that better. Or added further clarification or something. I don't ever want to make you uncomfortable around me. You're my first friend in hell, and I'm taking that bond seriously.” She had a determined look, and he chuckled, it seemed his new pet liked her leash. 

[rottencoreflesh101]

Please for the love of god share your smut ideas

OKAY LISTEN LISTEN

I was writing a few ideas at work on my notebook. Its for my new beloved Yushiro, a mutual over insta just awoken something inside me for him….

Here JUST A SNIPPET-

Warning: Nsfw, smut, mentions of suicide.

KNY SPOILER WARNING

So it takes places after Tamayo’s death. Yushiro had to take care of the place they both shared by himself now, he had to attend to Tamayo’s patients by himself and tbh he hated it… every second of it. He loved her so much… it was unfair that everyone got their stupif happy little ending and not him! He didn’t care about Muzan’s death! Tamayo! Tamayo is all he cared about.

He wanted to keep her safe, hidden from danger, his lady… but she wanted to help other so.. who was him to stop her from what she desired most… it was obvious her love wasn’t for him but for her passion. He has come to terms that she’ll never love him back but he wanted to follow her and love her for the rest of eternity by her side but that was brought to and end when lady Tamayo was killed by Muzan… his world collapsed, he found no reason to continue living this eternity with out her, his lady Tamayo…

Tanjiro made sure to remind him that ending his own life was something Tamayo wouldn’t wanted, he should live to keep Tamayo’s memories alive, her story, her work, her passion, her love…

A few years had passed since lady Tamayo’s death, Yuchiro was roaming the busy streets of the Asakusa city doing some groceries until he bumped into a young lady, she was taller than him, she had a kimono decorated with flower patterns and decorative flower accessories.

Yushiro’s eyes widen at the realization this was no ordinary woman but a demon! He quickly stepped back and let out a soft growl getting ready for any sudden moves from the demon. The young lady just giggled as she realized she was just unmasked by another demon.

“I mean no harm to you or anyone in that matter… oh! But where are my manners? I’m L/N, L/N Y/N” you let out with a soft smile as Yushiro did not drop his defensive stance.

Writing…

The idea was having Yushiro bump into a demon y/n who used to be a doctor when she was human. She lets out this information to him and he trusts her enough show her his patients since he wasn’t so skilled on Tamayo’s “healing” practices.

Y/N and Yushiro end up working together like he and Tamayo once were. Yushiro ends up falling for Y/N while Y/N returns his feelings and it would lead to some pent up smut!

Yushiro would be all shy and gentleman like until you give him the greencard. He will press his lips against yours like if he was trying to eat you, he’s desperate, hungry and he is craving for you, his new lady…

He will throw you into his private room just to ravish your guts.. all his sexual frustration for years were finally let out and it was all for you, his y/n.. he would have you pressed against the wall while shoving his finger into your mouth to avoid such loud lewd noises as he pumps your insides like an animal, inhumane even. He would go harsher and harsher by the minute, he barked for your silence, to keep it down so your patients wouldn’t hear both of you but deep inside he wanted you to go against him and get louder so everyone could know how good he is making you feel, that you’re his lady now…

“Pretty… so pretty”

[rickie-the-storyteller]

Introducing Me.

Hi! I'm Rickie the Storyteller! I like making up stories for fun.

I figured that it was probably time to have a proper intro post on here.

Here are a few facts about me:

My real name is Erica. "Rickie" is a nickname. (And I'm a girl.)

My MBTI is INFJ.

My birthday is 15/09 (so I'm a Virgo).

I'm British. And black. And kind of a nerd.

I love to read (I can't choose one favourite book lol. My favourite childhood books were the How to Train Your Dragon series, and I also loved everything by Roald Dahl).

I love movies (particularly Pixar movies. I think my favourite Pixar film is The Incredibles).

Right now, my two favourite shows are Gilmore Girls and BoJack Horseman. And The Boondocks… and I also love Phineas and Ferb (I always have. It’s my comfort show <3 )

I'm a STEM student (mainly computer science, physics and maths). I particularly like science a lot. When I was young, all I wanted was to be a doctor. I got over that once I found out how long you need to stay in school lol.

I hate swearing in real life, but I sometimes include swear words in my stories (only when I feel like the character would lol. It's about getting their personalities right, that's all).

I am a major perfectionist. And a tryhard. Because of that, I get burnt out a lot lol.

I have the most random music taste lol. I like just about everything so long as it sounds nice (my playlists range from old-school hip hop to gospel/rnb to jazz to classical to indie... right now as I'm typing this out, I'm listening to Lizzy McAlpine lol)

I've always loved writing and storytelling since I was a kid. I used to write in my notebooks whenever I could, and make up bedtime stories to entertain my younger sister when we were little kids. I enjoyed creating different worlds, scenarios, characters and personalities with my imagination. Making up stories is my passion and my escape.

I got the idea to start this blog because I type up a lot of stories and store them on my computer. Some of them are long, some of them are short. Most of them aren't finished… But I wanted to give them a space of their own. I wanted to have a platform where I can share my stories with other people who love writing and reading as much as I do. I wanted to connect with other writers and readers who can give me feedback, advice, and support. And I wanted to challenge myself to improve my writing skills and grow as a writer and storyteller.

On here, you'll find various types of stories (and poems, I guess) that I write for fun or for practice. Some of them are short stories that can be read in one sitting. Some of them are longer stories that are divided into chapters or parts. Some of them are based on prompts or requests that I get from you guys. And some of them are just random ideas that pop into my head. I'm here to share with you some of my original stories, characters, and ideas that I hope will inspire you, entertain you, and make you think.

I'm happy to be here, but it was a tough choice to start this blog for a few reasons - the main one being that it takes a lot of courage to share your stories/creations with others. You never know how they will react or what they will think of your work. And like I said before, I'm a perfectionist. I want the things I post to be good. I really hope you enjoy reading my stories as much as I enjoy writing them.

I want to push myself and step out of my comfort zone. I want to experiment with different writing styles and genres: YA, fantasy, sci-fi, romance, comedy, mystery, drama, etc. Something for everyone. And if there isn't yet something that suits your taste or mood, eventually I'll try and get it there (I haven't been on here very long lol). I've never written fanfictions before, but I wouldn't mind writing for any specific tv shows/movies/video games in future. I'm open to anything! As long as we aren't talking about anything inappropriate…

I'd also love to interact with you guys more: answer your questions about writing or storytelling or anything else; give feedback on your own stories if you want; share tips and tricks on how to improve your writing skills; or just chat about anything that interests us. I don't just want to write stories that come from my own imagination (although I definitely will do that too). I also want to take your suggestions and prompts. So, if you have an idea for a story that you want to read or hear me tell, just let me know and I'll try to make it happen.

If you like what you read, feel free to follow and share with your friends. You can also send me requests for stories or prompts/topics you want me to write about. I'm always open to new ideas and challenges.

Thank you for visiting my blog and supporting my passion. Also, thanks for reading this (if you actually read the whole thing, then you're awesome)!

Stay tuned for more stories coming soon!

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EDIT #1:

My main WIP is a three-part series titled, "Steph's Crew." I have finished this dialogue series for the first book/instalment (which is called, "The Misfit Manifesto").

Here's a link to the contents page -

Here's some more info on that:

I'm working on a ton of stuff lol. Here are a few... — The Internet's Resident Storyteller (tumblr.com)

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EDIT #2:

Here's a link to my Spotify, where you can find all of the OC/ship playlists that I make for my stories -

Feel free to make suggestions on songs to include in these playlists, since I'm always thinking of new songs to add and ways to change them.

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EDIT #3:

My Wattpad! I'm planning on posting more on there, so stay tuned for that.

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EDIT 4:

Check out my Instagram!

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EDIT 5:

Get to know me! Here's a link to my "Meet the Writer Tag" post:

[joswriting]

•❅───✧❅ joswriting ❅✧

: ̗̀➛ writeblr intro

Hello there! My name is Jo (shocker!), I am in my 20s and I write stories and poems in my free time. I used to have a writing account on here many moons ago and I really miss the community, friendship and support of talking with other writers about our projects, so I am trying to rebuild what I've lost.

: ̗̀➛ about me

very interaction friendly. we're all just people on here (also please tag me in games forever)

science fiction! science fiction is my everything. it's whatever. I'm normal about it

themes I write about a lot include: death anxiety, internalized bigotry, general dissatisfaction and the complex and confusing nature of existence

scifi flavour wise i like doing weird time or multiverse stuff

I'm also queer (lesbian, aromantic, whatever), if that matters. This comes up a lot in my writing be it explicit or not.

I write in German and English

: ̗̀➛ my wips/projects

⸻ On the end of everything 🌠

An "essay" on how the multiverse died, those who noticed, and how they learned to live with their fates

[reblog tag] [posts tag] [wip intro]

⸻ Poetry 🗒️

I don't post my poetry on tumblr, instead I self host it here. I love writing poems I get such a kick out of it!

My favourite poem of mine atm is this one: Lines Out Of Context

⸻ Starship Lovelace 🚀

The Starship Lovelace is an Earth vessel far from home. The human crew mysteriously disappeared decades ago - now a small group of aliens has claimed the ship.

[posts + reblog tag]

A collection of half-assed short trips, I'm trying to build my own kind of space ship show here. It mostly serves as a way for me to keep writing and get ideas out of my head without much drafting or anything. I've got a pretty good vague plot for it in my head and I'm trying to do it justice with my newer, more thought out chapters. You can see all entries: here.

The stories are hosted on the space story collection pubnix/website Cosmic.Voyage, which i just know some of you would get a kick out of.

: ̗̀➛ inspiration

on the comedy side: the two Dirk Gently books, the Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy, the Red Dwarf novels and Doctor Who and the Krikkitmen in particular (British people are grim, I like it)

on the more serious side: Frankenstein (my favourite book everr), many Doctor Who hiatus novels but especially Dead Romance by Lawrence Miles, the works of H.G. Wells (love that guys scifi that just completely misses the mark but was properly scientifically researched for its own time) and, to an extent, Der Tod und andere Höhepunkte meines Lebens by Sebastian Niedlich, which is a book I remember liking a lot as a young-ish teen

generally I'm a huge fan of Doctor Who and Star Trek

I sometimes reblog posts about media i really like on here too so for more check out the tag: good media

So. The first thing I’d better do is invent my audience. I'll pretend there are thousands of you out there, and I'll pretend you're all just like me; young, smart, pretty, and sarcastic (NB I’m probably being ironic here, although I’m not really sure any more). Just so we’ve got some common ground, I'll pretend you were born sometime in the late 1940s… No, sod that. I'll pretend you were born on 15 August 1948. All of you.

Well, why not? If you’re going to invent an audience, why not invent one in your own image?

-- Dead Romance, First Notebook

[at1nys-blog]

Please may I have a Blue exorcist headcanon of Rin Okumura with a female childhood friend who is exactly like Winry Rockbell from Fullmetal alchemist brotherhood..she certainly wasn't girly and she trained as an exorcist when she was 7 and became a Senior exorcist at the age of 13 and she was a teacher by the time she is 15 and she had a Meister as a Dragoon user and Doctor. She was raised by her grandmother after her parents died in the line of duty when she was 6. She is immune to blue flames. Herself and Rin do often bicker like an old married couple..or she would hit him with her wrench.

Rin Okumura's relationship with his childhood friend from childhood to now and evidently falling for her.

Yukio Okumura's relationship with his childhood friend from childhood to now.

Shiro Fuijmoto's relationship with the daughter he never had.

Izumo Kamiki's relationship with her

Shiemi Moriyama's relationship with her

Ryūjj Suguro's relationship with her

Renzō Shima's relationship with her

Konekomaru Miwa's relationship with her

I had so much fun writing this thank you for the request. I hope is good enough because this is like my third time making a bullet point type of ff so if it isn’t good I apologize.

Also this contains little spoilers of the three seasons, read at your own risk

Father Shiro Fujimoto’s HC

Growing around exorcist, you already knew what you wanted to do from a young age. After your parents died during a mission, the dream to become an Exorcist became your reason to keep going

At 6 you went to live with your grandmother, which had a little nice apartment close to a church.

This is how you became closer with the Okumura brothers, Father Fujimoto and the other Exorcists of the church.

A week before your 7th birthday you got into an incident with a minor demon, nothing too serious but Fujimoto decided to start training you along with Yukio to become Exorcists.

Fujimoto treated you as his daughter.

He loved spoiling you with gifts and whatever

Birthday, Valentine’s Day, Christmas you name it

will try to make you be more "ladylike" but fails everytime. He wants to buy you a new doll? You ask him to get you the new Transformer; he wants you to wear a dress? You rip them apart so you don't have to wear them

Gives up almost immediately because he just wants you to be happy and comfortable

Jealous dad mode if you hinted to have a crush on a boy you met at the park or if you joked one of the teachers was better than him.

Dad joke 25/8. Like you can’t escape him and his dad jokes.

Sleepovers at theirs because he wants to read you three a goodnight story. Again impossible to say no.

Tells Rin and Yukio to protect you even though you can handle it. For him is their mission to keep you save (spoilers you keep them out of trouble)

Breakfast is his favorite time of the day because he loves domestic bs with his three kids.

Makes your favorite, if one of the twins hate it even better (most of the times is Rin the one who complains)

Proud of you and Yukio when you became Senior Exorcists at 13. Celebrated by taking you two outside at his favorite restaurant.

Tried to make you drink some sake because “you are old enough.”

Got you a notebook for you to write down everything you need.

When you become a teacher he might have or have not shred some tears.

Proud dad awards goes to him because he won’t stop reminding the Vatican you are just 15 AND a teacher.

Yukio Okumura's HC

Is he very shy with you at first but opens up after a while

Is embarassed when you protect him from bullies but is very grateful that you stand up for him

He is not a picky eater unlike his brother so whatever you like, is fine with him

When you start training as Exorcists would 100% leave sticky notes on your front door wishing you a good day when he wakes up before you

always asks you how training went during dinner

He is the one starting a fight between you and Rin because every time you deny liking each other he would use the "you act like a married couple" proof

Your and Rin's shipper #1

He is the one that knows all your secrets because he is the twin able to keep them

Hates you when you force him to ask a girl out

or when you set up on a blind date because "I'm a teacher and member of the True Cross, I don't have time for dating"

you don't listen to him

Also involved Rin but everything went so horribly wrong never asked him again to play Cupido for his brother

Side eyes Renzo whenever he is around you. Renzo breaths too close to you? Side eye. Does Renzo ask you for help during study sessions? Side eye. Does Renzo require your help during a mission? SIDE EYE

He only trusts Rin and Bon with you

Knows when you are lying to him

Shiemi Moriyama's HC

Used to visit her mother shop a couple of times while an Exwire

While Father Fujimoto was busy buying herbs and plants you were in the back listening to her

She learned you aren't too fond of flowers (to keep) so started gifting you trinckets and other stuff that you could use for your selection of guns

She is glad you try to help her during your lessons as much as you were able to

loves your food even though is not the best (yours is number three on her list)

Ask you to show you your creations if possible and is very invested in what you make

Listens to you carefully, might not understand much but still actually listens to you and asks a lot of questions

Will ask Nee to decorate the room with flowers and trees to make it more cozy

Comes to you for advice on boys cofcofYukioOkumuracofcof

Your and Rin's shipper #2 because of Yukio

Shiemi is too nice to tease you but would totally tell you to confess because she can tell there is something going on between you two

Shiemi is the one behind your surprise bd party but also the one who might almost spoil it (I can see her being too excited that she would give you hints not on purpose)

Izumo Kamiki's HC

She is reluctand to befriend you, just like with everyone else

Gives you the cold shoulders for the first weeks of knowing you, because you are friend with Rin and she thinks you want to force yourself as her friend

She also thinks you won't like her that much

But you give her space and it takes her off guard because what does it mean you aren't forcing yourself in her life? She is not used to it so she will confront you?!

She thinks is all a plan to make her spill her secrets and such but when you say that you want her to feel comfortable around you she just

She is in aw

She thinks you are cool

You are one of the few people she actually likes

Tries her best to be a good friend to you outside school time

Looks up to you but won't admit it outloud.

If she has problems with homeworks or anything school related would come to you for help but will never let people know

Bon found out by accident though

If she does particularly good you will write a note on her test making her hide it because there is no way people will see it but Paku

Fangirls over it when in her room alone

When she is okay with you talking to her you find out she is pretty nice

Izumo is another member of the "keep Renzo away from yn-sensei" squad

Ryūjj Suguro's HC

Has a platonic crush on you because how can you be this young, a Dragoon, a Doctor AND a teacher?

He lies to himself saying that you being the teacher is just a plus since he always wanted to Meister Dragoon

Looks up at you

Subtly tries to impress you with his skills with fire weapons

Self proclaimed president of the "keep Renzo away from yn-sensei" squad.

It started as a joke but Renzo made him make it his mission to keep him away from bothering you

Loves your laboratory

He is able to hang around in your lab even if you aren't around, is very quiet so he uses to study if the library is full or if he doesn't want to be around people

Likes to tease Rin when test's scores are out

Still can't believe you are friend with Rin

Asks you for private lessons if possible because he wants to be a Dragoon and wants to be the best of his year

Heart eyes when he sees your gun's colletion

Totally asked you advice when he had to choose the Meister because he wanted to ace EVERY SINGLE ONE????

In Kyoto you found out he talks about you a lot (thanks mama Suguro)

Konekomaru Miwa's HC

You help him a lot with his self-esteem (boy needs it)

Complimenting him a lot when you know he is in need of it

Has a hard time not treating you as a teacher outside the classroom

Loosen up a lot during your time in Kyoto

Was the brain behind the creation of "keep Renzo away from yn-sensei" squad as a joke

Realized he created two monsters (Izumo and Bon) because the two of them take it seriously

feels the need to apologize to you for that even though you repeat him is okay and that you found them funny when they scold Renzo

Slip in some secrets about Bon and Renzo just to have a laugh with you

He has a lot of ideas for new Dragoon weapons

A LOT of inside jokes between the two of you

Renzō Shima's HC

A flirt since day1

pouts if he gets a bad grade as a way to make you change it (doesn't work)

the victim of death glares from Yukio; head hits from Bon; Izumo's kicks

Bon and Izumo would totally keep him away from your lab

You know he is a good student but likes to act dumb

Your favourite of the class but you never made it show

If he doesn't flirt he is pretty funny to be around

Think of him as one of your closest friends

In Kyoto befriended his family immediately

Made a video when him and Rin got drunk as blackmail

Heart broken at the School Festival because, wait a second he is with the enemy????

Second guessing everything he did and said to you

You did think it was your fault if he sided with them

Second guessing your job as a teacher because you had to notice if your stundents have a hard time

Rin Okumura’s HC

When your grandmother went to Fujimoto’s church to pray you went with her and this is how you met Rin first and then Yukio

Kept meeting him and Yukio at the park near your house and started to be close to them

He was the type of kid to make you go out and play with him and his brother

Falls in love with you the moment you punched a kid because they were bullying Yukio

Made a note to himself to never anger you

Would pretend to hate your favorite food because he knows Father Fujimoto will make it just to piss him off

Mentally knows all the things you like

Gifts you random things. Wild flowers, pretty rocks and such

Reminds Fujimoto you don't like to wear dresses

A little jealous when you start hanging around Yukio more than with him

Thinks you have a crush on Yukio because you go out with him too much, but tries his best to get your attention

When Satan takes over Fujimoto he can't face you becuase he thinks you hate him. He hates himself enough as it is

Can't avoid you long becuase you are his teacher at cram school

If he was surprised about his brother being a teacher, he is even more surprised to find out you are his teacher as well

Kinda of made 2+2 to why you hung out with Yukio a lot

Jelousy will increase because of Renzo trying to flirt with you in class but he is also proud of you because you don't fall for it. (proud boyfriend)

On lunch break you spend your time with him and the rest of the class (unlike Yukio you aren't as busy as him)

He likes to tease you every now and then but just to make clear to the others he is close enought with you to do so cofcofRenzostopflirtingwithRin'sfuturewifecofcof

Hates it when you hit him for no apparent reason (you always have a reason but he is oblivious as always)

Confesses twice. Once while drunk and the second time after the battle against the impure King in Kyoto

After you accepted his confession and told him it was reciprocated he won’t let you eat anything but his food

if you try to change bentos with Miwa he would give you a bombastic side eye

Clingy because Renzo won’t get it you two are a couple now

Bickering increases now

Acting like a married couple

Gets hit a lot by your trinkets because he likes to play with them while you are trying to work

He breaks your stuff every now and then this is why he isn't allwed in your lab if alone (Bon teases him because he can hang around there even when you aren't around)

But he gets back at Bon because “I’m her boyfriend and you are not” as if he cares but Suguro let's him brag about it

He let’s Izumo act all lovely dovey with you because he is scared of her when she is mad

KURO LOVES YOU

And Rin is jealous of a cat too

Kuro is a cuddly cat with everyone but with you? Even more

Is always napping on your lap no matter what

Rin let's you choose for everything because he just wants to make you happy

Feels the need to protect you even though he knows you can handle it

Still jealous if you have a mission with his brother

Would text you every five minutes you are away

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Special Summer Vacation (1)

This is for the HeiZuha-Week on @heizuhaevents Day 1! I planned a continuing Fanfiction of short stories so hopefully you'll find a part each day (or I'll upload the missing parts later) ^_^

I'll upload everything also on Ao3 soon.

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"Maaaan, how long do ya actually need for the tasks? Are ya going to write a doctoral thesis on it or what?" Heiji was lying across the tatami mats of his parents' house, bored and sweating, waiting for his best friend to finish her summer homework. He had checked off the assignments within the first few days after the school vacations began - so that he wouldn't have to worry about them for the rest of the vacations and would be free to do other things. But Kazuha had more trouble solving the assignments than the young high school detective, who rolled a little closer to the open sliding doors of the room they were sitting in at that minute.

They had chosen the room that overlooked the garden. It was the most pleasant because it had the best view into the beautifully manicured garden. A light breeze blew through the house because the sliding doors were also open in other rooms to create an airy climate. A small wind chime tinkled in the breeze in between while Kazuha sat bent over her notebook. Even the watermelons on the table in front of her were sweating in this heat.

"It’d go faster if a certain someone would help me here a little more!" Grimly she looked at her best friend, whose tank top had slipped and exposed more of his upper body than she actually wanted to see. Didn't this guy actually have any decency? Best childhood friends or not - sometimes she doubted whether he even perceived her as a woman, the way he always walked around in front of her. How was she supposed to concentrate on her tasks when she felt the heat in her cheeks all the time? What an idiot. "No, it's too hot for me right now…" "Then live with it!" "I could just go by myself!" "Go on then!" "But I don't wanna!" "Then don't complain!" "I can complain all I want if it's a fact, Ahou!" "I don't understand why I have to come along anyway, Ahou!"

A pair of turquoise eyes peered up at her over the edge of the table as Heiji made at least a small effort to look her in the eye. His eyebrows were drawn together grimly as he gave her an almost reproachful look. Kazuha could have melted again, although his look didn't seem very inviting. Why did this annoying guy actually look so forbidden good? But she did not let herself be taken in by it. Instead, she turned her head aside, playfully offended. "Hmph!" "Because ya have to. You'll like it." "I don't know what's so great about throwing on a stuffy motorcycle helmet in these temperatures…"

Heiji narrowed his eyes slightly, still peering over the edge of the table at Kazuha. Then he lay back down and crossed his arms behind his head in a huff. "Ya won't find out that way anyway." Kazuha turned her gaze back to him and frowned slightly. Lately, the guy was always making a secret out of everything and constantly beating around the bush. What to make of it, however, the brunette didn't know. She sighed slightly and turned her eyes back to her notes. "Can ya at least explain me the task here or will ya melt away if ya try?"

Heiji opened one eye scrutinizingly, then brought down a hand and pierced his ear thoughtfully with his little finger. "Could it be any friendlier?" "Who wants me to come with ya? I'm happy to just go home! At least I can do the things in peace…" "Still, ya could say 'please'!" A bit ponderously, the highschool detective sat up and bent over the table to look at her task. There ya go, Kazuha thought, and let him explain the task to her. When she understood the solution, she then also gave him a pretty smile. "Thank ya, Heiji!"

He reacted a little grumpily, perhaps a little embarrassed. But Kazuha already knew that he liked to cover up his embarrassment a little. She didn't hold it against him and continued to work diligently on her tasks while he lay down on the tatami floor again and waited for things to happen. Actually, it was strange that he was so patient. The trip must be really important to him.

It took a while longer, and while her pen scratched across the paper in silence, the wind made the wind chimes sound repeatedly, and the cicadas could be heard outside, Kazuha solved one task after another. But finally she was able to put down the pencil and stretched extensively in relief. "Done!" she announced delightedly. But when her eyes fell on her childhood friend, he had actually dozed off over the wait. Kazuha propped her chin in one hand and looked across the table at Heiji lying on the floor, sleeping peacefully there with his mouth slightly open.

Well, he was funny, wasn’t he? First he made such a fuss and now he just fell asleep. For a moment, she wondered if she should wake him up. But somehow he seemed so peaceful right now that it was almost a pity. She decided to savor the moment a little instead, if he didn't notice. She could still wake him up in half an hour or so. She tiptoed to one of the closets and took out a thin blanket so that he wouldn't catch a cold in his sleep. Then she went over to him and carefully put the blanket over his naked belly.

Comfortably, she lay down at his side and watched him sleep for a while. It was rare to have the opportunity to just look at him so intently up close without it becoming embarrassing. Surely he would think she was creepy too if he knew about this right now. But she didn't care right now, after all, she didn't do this all the time. However, her eyelids became increasingly heavy. Learning was also exhausting. In addition this heat… And then this idiot also wanted to go with motorcycle clothes. Kazuha rested her head on her forearms. This was suicide… Wherever he wanted to go.

When Shizuka wondered about the unusual silence in the house and a little later looked after the two teenagers, she found them lying side by side on the floor asleep. A smile came to her lips at this almost nostalgic image, as she had last seen such a scene in their childhood. So she did not miss the opportunity to capture this sight for eternity on photographic film, before she gently covered Kazuha with a light blanket and left them alone again.

To be continued...

Part 2

[4thenookie]

so i rewrote eyeless jacks story

happy halloween! beware of gorey descriptions, some of this stuff is pretty gnarly.

Heaving a sigh, the young man closed another book with a dull thud. Jack Nyras was soon due to graduate at the very top of his medicine course, yet here he sat in the local library as if it were any other night. In front of him lay a plethora of books, as well as a quickly filling notebook. Upon the pages he scrawled the facts he’d raked his dark eyes over at least fifty times before, and each time he dragged pen across paper his hand seemed to get heavier. After briefly nudging his glasses further up the flat bridge of his nose, Jack got to work squinting at the impossibly small font of the third book he had picked up that day. The slender hand gripping his pen seemed to move of its own accord, as if it knew what to write before his mind caught up. His dark brows shifted slightly as he picked up a voice mere inches away from him. “You’re gonna make a great doctor, y’know. You’ve already got the handwriting for it.” a feminine voice joked, strangely enrgetic for a late midweek afternoon.

Reluctantly, Jack turned to face the girl stood peering over his shoulder from close behind his seat. He spent so much time registering another person actually speaking to him that he forgot to respond altogether. The girl’s glossy lips parted in a soft giggle, revealing a sliver of pearly white teeth. She opened her mouth to speak, closed it again, then eventually decided what to say.

“You’re on the medicine course, right?’ she asked, but she seemed to already know the answer.

Jack nodded. “I recognise you from classes.” he commented simply, thinking it rude to remain completely silent.

The girl’s eyes lit up at his response, her smile widening. She then seemed to consider something, her meticulously plucked brows knitting as she thought. “Sorry, remind me of your name?” she asked him with an apologetic look.

The brunette’s lips quirked. “Jack.”

“I’m Jenny.”

Jack nodded, and said nothing more. Jenny, who expected a little more from him in terms of a response, was quiet as well. After a moment spent in silence, she spoke again.

“Listen, I’m having a little get-together with some friends after graduation. Be there, please?’

Her blue eyes softened as she noticed the apprehension that crossed Jack’s face at the mention of any sort of ‘get-together’. “It won’t be anything big, don’t worry.”

Jack hesitated, a little taken aback by her offer.

“It would mean a lot to us- to me, if you’d come.”

With a sigh, Jack gave a small nod. Jenny’s eyes sparkled as she beamed at him.

“Great.”

Then she was away. Jack watched her go, a slight regret for giving in to the girl so quickly creeping into his conscious. He shook his head a few times, mildly tousling his dark hair, and returned to the solace of his books.

It took Jack until nearly a day later to realise that he had no means of finding out when or where this get-together was going to be. He was in luck, however, as Jenny approached him after their final lecture of the day. “Hey, Jack!’ the blonde called out just as Jack had made to leave. He turned to meet her beaming smile and bright eyes with a lightly earnest expression. Following continuous giggles and profuse apologies, Jenny presented him with a phone number, presumably hers, and skipped off to rejoin her friends. Jack watched after her for a few moments, his gaze lingering until she was out of sight. Pocketing the slip of paper Jenny had given him, Jack retrieved his books and left the hall.

Once it's door had been eased open, Jack made his way into his apartment. Having to confine his extensive work into such a small space, the books and papers sprawled across every possible surface made up the majority of his decorations. With a heavy sigh he threw his messenger bag onto the sofa, the rustic leather a stark contrast against the cream plush of the seat. Jack crossed the room to his record player, under which was a stand for his growing collection of records. The following moments were filled with the sound of Jim Morrison's croon, the psychedelic melody bringing life to the dim living room. With that he returned to his settee to continue his diligent work.

In the ensuing days Jack noticed that he saw Jenny very little. Although the last of his work was taking up nearly all of his time, the thought of her always lingered in the back of his mind. A brief glance at his calendar reminded him there were only two days left until he had to spend an evening with Jenny and her friends, and only one day remained until his ceremony. The thought of his doctorate dreams being even closer to achievability rendered him rather enlivened, and he found that for once he couldn’t wait for the day spent revising to pass.

The anticipation Jack felt while waiting for his name to be called was almost painful. His hands, which were rested in his lap, continually tightened and relaxed around part of his robe. Wearing the black garment somehow felt unreal, as if he were wearing somebody else’s clothes. Simply put, Jack felt like he was on top of the world, like nothing could possibly go wrong on this momentous day. It felt as though his heart might burst out of his chest when his name was finally called, and he couldn’t hide the smile that crept onto his face. His hand was almost shaking as hands were shook, and he could hardly believe that the certificate clutched in his hand was his. Jack’s eyes darted down to the paper, and away, and back again, as if he thought it would disappear. Once the final name had been called, Jack glanced around at the students surrounding him and realised Jenny was not among them. The thought to ask after her crossed his mind briefly, but it was quickly forgotten when he was pulled into a warm embrace by his mother. Once she eventually released her son, the woman beamed up at him, her dark eyes twinkling. “Oh Jack, I’m so proud of you.” she joyfully gushed. Jack smiled down at her, his eyes filled with the same warmth. He presented her with his certificate when asked, and happily embraced her again. The two had drinks, and good food, before Jack had to be away. His mother, while disheartened to see him leave, was relieved to hear he had found good company. With a final hug and apology to his mother, Jack left for the address Jenny had given to him.

Upon his arrival to the house, Jack was warmly welcomed in by Jenny as soon as he reached the doorstep. She ushered him in, a musical echo emanating from another room. He was lead through the house to the living room, where Jenny’s friends sat with an assortment of food and drink. Jack was continually offered both, but he declined everything except a glass of water. A friend of Jenny’s immediately complied, and Jack was presented with a tall glass of the icy liquid. He took the glass and gave his thanks to the other young man who had given it to him, oblivious to the ice quickly sinking to the bottom of the glass. As the group talked and ate and drank, Jack slowly sipped at his water and noticed an odd taste left on his tongue. He found himself struggling to keep up with whatever conversation was being had, as though his brain was falling behind. Suddenly, nearly everybody in the room rose and left, leaving him and Jenny alone. She crossed the room to take a seat next to him, her beaming smile brightening her icy blue eyes. Upon his commenting of seeing none of her at the ceremony, her expression fell and twisted in a way he’d never seen anybody’s face shift before. After some moments she uttered a “Don’t worry about it.”, and said nothing more. The two sat in a heavy silence, and Jack noticed the room start to spin, then blur, then fade, then there wasn’t a room at all. There was a crash as his empty glass slipped from his hand onto the floor, and his body crumpled completely.

Once Jack awoke, he immediately realised his change in location. He could now feel the biting cold of the night’s breeze against his face, and the mild warmth of the candles surrounding him. Candles? The red wax slowly dripped onto the grass around him, and he registered something cold and course against his back and the chains binding him to it. A tree, presumably, considering he appeared to be in a forest. He found he couldn’t remember any forests being nearby. Then, the chants started. Jack rose his head and stood ahead of him was Jenny’s group, all draped in black robes with a sort of mask obscuring their faces. Above the chants in foreign tongues he could just about pick up the shrill sound of something sharpening. Just as he turned to figure out what the sound was, a cold hand seized his jaw and forced his head to turn upwards. He met eyes with Jenny. Her eyes weren’t shining anymore, and a blank frown soured her face. Wordlessly she raised her right hand, and clutched in it was a scalpel. Jack’s eyes widened, and he attempted to struggle and scramble away from her to no avail. The cool metal first met his face just under his left eyebrow before it was swiftly drawn diagonally across his eye. a scream was ripped from his throat. The sound pierced the air above the continued chants. Another cut was made in the opposite direction. A warm substance gushed from the incisions and down his face, rolling down his cheek and dripping onto his shirt. Then, something foreign clutched around his eye. Jenny plunged her fingers into his eye socket, her claw-like nails raking against the insides of his head. With a forceful yank, Jack didn’t have enough air in his lungs to scream again as the eye still in its socket met the eye held in Jenny’s bloody hand. It felt as though more pressure was applied this time, and the blade was drawn across his right eye at a sadistically slow pace. The second cut was rather juxtaposing - it came with an agonising speed. Over the burning pain overtaking his empty socket, Jack could hardly register the scrape of Jenny’s nails against the inside of his eye. His remaining eye was tugged and twisted from his head, and he found himself without the energy to scream. His vocal chords felt as if they had been ripped in two, the lack of breath in his lungs leaving his mouth bone dry. Blood dripped into his mouth from either sides of his face, the irony taste overwhelming his senses. The cold breeze against his warm, bloody sockets was jarring, and the sensation felt white-hot. Jack could hardly hear the continued chanting over his desperate gasps for breath, but he did make out another set of footsteps approach him. Few words were exchanged, and Jenny’s once jubilant tone was now as cold as her icy gaze. A pair of footsteps departed, and Jack faintly heard somebody shift in front of him. Albeit hoarse, a howl of pain was tore from deep in his chest as a scorching sensation overwhelmed his empty sockets. An indescribable substance filled the new cavities in his face, the thick liquid charring the delicate insides of his head. It ran down his face like lava from a volcano. Jack felt the skin of his cheeks burn and blister beneath it. He couldn’t hear the chanting anymore. He couldn’t see anybody anymore. He couldn’t think anymore.

Jack immediately knew that the body he was now in was not his own. The only reminder that this body had belonged to him was the scorched, empty sockets where his eyes would have been. His hands, now dark claws, were unnatural and ungainly, as though they weren’t ever his hands at all. A set of horns, pointed and gnarled, sat high on his head like a broken crown. His teeth, larger and sharper than before, left countless tiny cuts on his greyed lips. His greyed skin had lost all life. Jack no longer felt like the Jack Nyras he graduated medical college as. He now felt like a monster. A monster that was starving.

[fidantemel]

BASICS »

Name: Fidan Aksel Temel

Nickname: Fi, Dani, Aks

Birthday & Age: April 14th, 1992 & 32

Hometown: Briar Ridge, SC

Length of time in Briar Ridge: Moved to Briar Ridge around age 1 and left at 18 for university in Texas, returned somewhere around 8 years ago

Neighborhood: Downtown

Occupation: Owner of Oblivion Designs & architect

Gender & Sexuality: Cis female & bisexual

DIGGING A LITTLE DEEPER »

trigger warnings: car accident mention, drug addiction, domestic violence mention, and suicide.

Even though Fidan was born in Izmir, Türkiye to Aydin and Sevda Temel, she remembers nothing of those origins. The only means she has for the history of her roots comes from the stories of her parents and older sister, Meliha. She has since visited Türkiye in her young adult years during a pilgrimage over east in the world.

Growing up in Briar Ridge was perfect for a creative child like Fidan. It was a place the girl’s imagination could flourish, especially with the nurturing and encouragement from her immigrant parents.

When Fidan was supposed to be focusing in school on her coursework, she was busy drawing buildings and furniture from visions and ideas in her head. On the weekends her mother would take her to the flea market and a few other shops with her and they would pick up relatively inexpensive pieces for Fidan to work with. Teachers easily picked up on her sketches and the detailed plans she would make in her notebooks, something they would couple with her strong scores in mathematics, and encouraged Fidan on a path to work in architecture and design.

When she was sixteen she would take a ride into the city and photograph buildings, to the point where she collected so many great shots around the city that she amateurly published a photo book showcasing the beauty and artistry that could be found where most didn’t give more than a passing glance to.

To Fidan's surprise the book sold out in the few stores that actually carried it.

By then she was in shop classes; woodworking and welding. She devoured any kind of art class she could get her hands on as well as any type of crafts class. It wasn’t that she had the bug for art or working with her hands, it really was something innate for her. Something her father would say she got from him.

University was really where she figured out exactly what she wanted to do with her life. Professionally, at least. When she'd been just fourteen her older sister Meliha had been in an awful accident that resulted in some brain trauma. In the immediate recovery and with significant memory loss, no good answers from doctors, while she left Post-Its of reminders around Meliha's hospital room, Fidan contemplated a future in neurology. She wanted to help. Seeing her sister's pain and suffering twisted her heart but as Meliha began to make some recovery, the artist in her couldn't resist a change from pre-med to architecture. The bachelor degree hung proudly in her office was earned from Rice University, one of the top architecture schools in the country.

By the time of graduation she had already launched her own furniture business, custom designs and perfectly crafted, the business was titled Oblivion Designs. When she popped onto the scene, taking on an offer from a prestigious firm in the nearest big city, she made quite the notable reputation in the industry.

Gone away from home for the first time, living in Houston for university, had been life changing in good and bad ways. Aside from her academic success, Fidan met a young man and fell too hard for one of the university's top sports stars. The first two years of their relationship had been a dream, something that belonged in a sweet Hallmark movie someday, but that definitely hadn't been the way that it ended.

An injury changed everything for an athlete whose whole life surrounded a sport he might no longer be able to play. Narcotic pain medications had become an addiction and when in need for a fix he'd become a monster. Any physical abuse had been rare and minor, at least that's how Fidan chose to see it, a push/shove here or there was manageable. Only, as pain medication morphed into a heroin and cocaine addiction, the violence also shifted and got worse. That's when Fidan got out, knew things were done and he needed help beyond the support she'd tried to offer. Overdoses and failed attempts at rehab were not how she wanted to finish off her experience at university. The finality of their breakup destroyed him and one day he'd shown up at her place with a gun.

Being a witness to someone she love's deterioration, resulting in them taking their own life, had turned hers upside down. When Fidan returned home to Briar Ridge she was different. Like something dark and heavy had clung to her. Too thin, withdrawn, and despondent the only thing that helped had been the love of her family and once a week therapy. Eventually she'd been able to put on a mask and act as though everything were fine as she began conquering a career.

Shortly after settling in at the firm in the big city, Fidan began making customs once again. The firm was giving her experience and exposure while she grew her own business on the side, and as time moved on Fidan found herself moving away from the company and more into her own clientele that she’d managed to garner.

WANTED CONNECTIONS »

I’m pretty open here! With Fidan having mostly grown up in Briar Ridge I would love childhood friends, high school friends, and neighbors. Neighbors in childhood and neighbors following her return from university. If your character was in Texas at any point I would love uni friends or people she met/known from that time. Someone that might have known her late ex. Always appreciate new friends, clients, customers, and yoga/workout buddies. Exes, former flings, bad or good dates turned friends. I’m happy to plot anything beyond!

[haitilegends]

LOST TRUMAN CAPOTE STORY PUBLISHED AFTER DISCOVERY IN NOTEBOOK| CNN

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Shared by Jean Jean-Pierre

Richard, Dane, Jon and Rat:

One day, between 1966 (when I was a freshman at Brooklyn Prep and beginning to devour American literature) and 1969 (when we moved from Carroll Street), your Grandma Lorraine comes home from work and asks me if the name "Capote" - which she pronounced "Kapòt" - meant anything to me. Taken aback, I hesitated. She read the hesitation and said, "No, a writer, I think. I just saw his photo on a magazine cover at the subway kiosk."

"Oui, Maman," I told her, "he is well-known author. Why do you ask?"

"Because I know him. Spent several months sleeping in his Oloffson Hotel room."

And she proceeded to recount the story below:

Capote was sickly. So circa 1947-50, his doctor in USA recommended that he go down to Haiti to get a lot of sun, with a Haiti doctor contact of his US doctor to follow Capote and pursue the treatment.

Your Grandma Lorraine was doing private practice - better money than the General Hospital - and had developed a nice list of doctors for referrals.

One day, one of the doctors contacted her, and told her that he had a very good patient for her. Better still, he was an American who would pay well, and it would be for a good length of time. She would sleep in his room every night.

Sounded like a great gig, but to the young, unmarried Lorraine, there was one hitch: How could she be expected to sleep in the guy's hotel room?

The doctor chuckles, then says, "Miss Vaval, you know me well enough to know I would never draw you into a compromising situation. You will go with me to the hotel this very day, and once you've met him, you will agree with me that you have absolutely nothing to worry about."

Grandma took the job, took great care of Truman for a couple of months, made serious money, and despite neither party speaking the other's language, developed a sort of friendship with him.

And as the doctor had so well understood, Grandma never had a problem with the openly-gay Truman Capote.

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Additional Reading:

Truman Capote - Books, Movies & Facts

HOTEL HAITI - Films - home

Style Eyecon - Truman Capote |

Capote, Truman - Encyclopedia of Alabama

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[zelphin124]

IroTale: Chapter 1

"It worked! I can't believe it worked!"

"Are you sure this was a good idea, Gaster?"

"Why wouldn't it be? I've created a female Sans!"

"All the other Sans in the multiverse are male. Wouldn't that become a problem?" 

"Don't worry; my daughter will be able to defend herself. She will help Papyrus in the royal guard when they are older.”

She stirred after the voices started to become clearer. Her eyes fluttered open to see two figures above her. One of them was smiling down at her. 

The smiling figure had an off-white head with a large crack running through it. He had small white pupils in his pitch-black eyes. His smile was gentle and complimented his silver and blue coat. He held a needle and a clipboard in his round hands. He wore circular glasses on his non-existent ears. 

The other figure was not smiling, but he didn’t seem upset. He looked like a big goat with lots of brown floofy hair. His horns were massive, and he wore a light blue cape around his armor. His eyes told wondrous stories of all he had seen. 

“Sweetheart, welcome to IroTale,” the white-faced skeleton greeted. “I’m Gaster, your father.” 

“I’m Asgore, the underground king,” the goat waved. “Welcome to my kingdom.” 

She stared at both of them for a long time. She wanted to communicate with them but wasn’t sure if the right words would come out. Heck, what would she even say? Could she even speak? She was fully conscious, yet everything felt so new. She couldn’t remember anything. 

“Agh! I need to call you something,” Gaster stepped back and opened a nearby drawer. “I can’t call you Sans… I have to find another name….” 

“Sansa?” The king recommended, glancing at the girl skeleton. 

She took a look at herself. Although she didn’t know what a male skeleton looked like, she could tell that her bones were thinner, smaller, and her body shape was curvier. She had a slimmer face when she traced it than that of Gaster. She felt small and exposed. She wanted to cover up her upper bones with something like the other monsters. 

“Wait,” Gaster turned around. “Let’s call her Iro.” 

“Are you kidding?” Asgore raised his eyebrow. “That’s what our AU is called. Isn’t that a little preposterous?” 

“Not at all!” Gaster smiled. “She’s going to be the guard of this AU anyway, it only makes sense.” He scribbled something on his notebook furiously before walking back up to her. “What do you say, child? Would you like to be called Iro?” 

The name resonated with her as if she was destined to be called it. She felt peace settle in her soul as she nodded. She didn’t know what this meant, but associating with this weird skeleton man felt right. 

“Perfect, now, Iro, Asgore will find you some clothes to wear while I get your brother,” Gaster smiled. “He’s been anxious to meet you.” 

She had a sibling? Sibling… the word sounded so familiar. She moved her mouth to speak but couldn’t make any noise. 

“Oh, don’t worry,” Asgore shrugged as he tossed her a black undergarment and a faded white and blue robe. “You’ll learn how to speak soon. For now, just communicate with us with yes and no, got it?” 

Iro nodded. 

Both of the grown monsters left the room, leaving her alone. 

Iro spent no time observing the room as she grabbed the clothes and shoved them on, getting her arm stuck. She wiggled out of it before sliding the robe on. It had a large black symbol on the side. What does this mean?

She tried getting off the bed but collapsed immediately. Her bones ached. She knew she shouldn’t have tried to walk despite never using her legs before, but she wanted to walk around as fast as the guy named Gaster did. However, she couldn’t seem to stand, no matter how hard she tried. Her bones shook with every moment. She felt so weak. Why couldn’t she move? 

Gaster came back through the left door. “Okay, Papyrus, be gentle-”

“Oh my gosh!” A young skeleton jumped from behind the doctor’s leg. He had a taller face and large teeth. His smile was wide, along with his chest. He wore a black shirt and a robe identical to what Iro just put on. Iro didn’t have time to observe the rest before the skeleton ran toward her and threw his arms around her. “I have a sister oh my gosh, look how beautiful you are!” He squealed. “I promise to protect you forever!” 

“Now, now, Paps, give Iro some space,” Gaster laid his holed hand on the skeleton’s shoulder and pulled him back. “But, you can help teach her how to walk if you like.” 

“Oh, I would be so happy to!” Papyrus’ smile was so wide Iro was convinced it could break the universe. “You have such a cool name. Iro, Iro, Iro…” He walked up to where Iro was sitting again. “Here! I can teach you how to walk and speak! Grab my hand, I have so much to show you!” 

“Are you sure it's good for Papyrus to teach Iro all these things?” Asgore lifted his eyebrow as he addressed the doctor. “Our education system can teach her that and more, Gaster.” 

“I understand your concern,” Gaster dismissed the king. “But I want Iro to learn other things. It’s how she will become a royal guard, after all.” 

“Like me, papa?” Papyrus gleamed as he lifted Iro to her feet. His attention went back to his sister. “Oh, you’re eyes are so shiny! They look like the color of my scarf!” He pointed to the long blue scarf that was tied around his neck. “Okay, do you feel the strength coming to your legs?” 

Iro nodded as her legs shook. She could feel it getting easier to stand by the minute, but it still took her effort. 

“Okay, this may take a while. You’re going to put one foot over the other, okay? Don’t worry. I’ll be here to catch you if you fall,” Papyrus instructed. The warm smile on his face never left as he caught Iro after her first step. He said something to Gaster, which Iro didn’t catch, and he said something back in a language she couldn’t understand. She’d assume she would learn it if they were teaching her. 

The King looked annoyed at the exchanged tone before leaving the room. Her attention was drawn off Asgore as Papyrus started to talk to her. She liked her brother’s voice. It felt so familiar. It made her feel warm inside to know he was there. After she stumbled another time, Gaster chuckled softly and picked Iro up, guiding her to her new home. “Welcome home, my daughter.” 

* * * 

It took Iro forever how to learn to speak. She still had trouble with it after the first two months. However, she learned to speak the hidden language of her family very soon. Why were strange noises easier to sound out? She didn’t know. The hidden language within her family was also easier to write. She immediately found it easy to write and had a natural talent for it. Like her father, she started carrying a notebook to write whenever she saw something cool in the underground. 

Papyrus insisted that she practiced walking every day. It only took her a month to learn. He asked Gaster many questions on how to help Iro in everyday things, which the doctor’s reply was always that she would learn over time. Iro thought that Gaster often taught Papyrus patience through this. 

Gaster was very kind to him and Iro. He often would take them to the park and walk around. He would show them the wonders of the underground forest and all their creatures. Gaster made sure to teach them how to interact with other monsters as well. Iro never regretted spending time with her dad over the three years he had taught her. He was always patient with mistakes and made sure they studied hard. 

Papyrus couldn’t ever stop talking. He showed Iro wondrous things, including how to use their powers. Iro’s brother was fascinated with the little things in life, and he never forgot anything that made him happy. Despite his joy, he was very responsible. He protected Iro at all costs, as Gaster had taught him to. He read many books with her in their free time, including about humans. 

“I can’t wait to meet a human one day!” Papyrus exclaimed as he closed the book. “What cool powers they have! They can alter reality!” 

“That’s pretty sick, bro,” Iro yawned, getting up from the floor. “I would like to talk with one.” 

“We have to make sure to capture it first,” Papyrus twirled the long blue scarf around his neck. It made him look sharper, in Iro’s opinion. “Then we can talk to it. Oh, it would be so cool to have the power to IMAGINE. Can you imagine?”

“Did you just crack a pun?” Iro snickered. “I never thought I’d hear that from you.” 

“Seems like you’re rubbing off on me,” Papyrus sighed. 

“What’s wrong?” Iro asked as she sat beside him on the bed. 

“Tomorrow, you know?” Papyrus played with his light blue mittens. Iro learned that despite Papyrus’ bravery and valiance, he was always anxious and fidgeted with something. “It’s our first day being trained as royal guards. What if… we aren’t ready? I heard Undye is very strict.” 

“If anyone can withstand her, it’s you, Paps,” Iro rested a hand on his shoulder. “You’re my big bro. You can do anything you want!” 

“Hey, that’s my line!” Papyrus smiled and shoved her. “You got that from me!” 

“I learn from the best.” 

Papyrus didn’t have time to reply before he heard a loud shout in the other room. Two voices raised at each other in a heated argument. However, the skeletons didn’t move. This was normal, after all. 

Iro could tell Gaster was arguing with Asgore again. His voice sounded upset. She couldn’t make out all that was said, but she knew that Gaster was arguing with the king for them, Papyrus and Iro. He met with the king often and insisted that they were the royal guards of the AU. He wanted them to have the best life and learn all they could from the library. Asgore would counteract his arguments by bringing up Toriel and her rising rebellion against his rule. He had to ensure every student was raised the same way to keep his power. Gaster refused to give up the life he worked so hard for his kids. The last thing he would do is force his family into poverty. The king would often leave enraged, losing the argument. He couldn’t go against the doctor, after all. Gaster did too much for his power and kingdom. 

The king’s booming voice shook the halls. Hearing Gaster’s still and quiet voice over Asgore’s was hard. Iro recalled how Gaster had taught her and Papyrus always to return wrath with gentleness, as it tends to calm others down. Whenever they tried it, it did work. Because of this, the rest of the monsters in the underground were never angry with them for long. 

The trick worked for everyone except for Gaster and the king. 

Gaster would never elaborate on why Asgore was always angry with him. He told Iro not to worry about him and continue her studies. Papyrus and Iro could never figure out why Gaster kept things from them and why he fought with the king. One day I’ll figure out what’s going on. 

“Hey, let’s do something to distract ourselves,” Papyrus suggested. “Dad will handle the king. He always has. There’s no need to—” 

The shouting stopped. 

Both skeleton children glanced up to see the door to their room open. Gaster’s royal robe—identical to theirs—fell to his sides as he rubbed his head. He smiled sweetly at them. “Good evening, my children. Why are you not asleep?” 

Papyrus ran up to him and hugged him. “We were worried Dad.” 

“You have a big day tomorrow,” Gaster sighed. “Don’t stress over my problems. You need all the energy you can get for your training tomorrow.” 

Iro always felt comfort in Gaster’s smile. He slowly pet Papyrus with his holed hand. Iro wondered why she and Paps had arms, but not Gaster. The thought left her mind as her father made eye contact with her. “You’re up too?” 

“Papyrus just got done reading a book, we weren’t up long after that,” Iro spoke softly. She couldn’t find the will to talk any louder. “Don’t you have a big day tomorrow, too?” 

“Ah, so you’ve been reading your reasoning books,” Gaster closed his eyes in relief. “You won’t be blindsided like the rest of the monsters…” 

“We learned a lot today from them,” Papyrus raised a fist in the air in triumph. “We also read about humans and their code-bending powers!” 

“Did you?” Gaster sat on a sofa nearby. “Why don’t you guys tell me all about it tomorrow after your training? I do want you to get some rest.” 

“Not until we help you with your problems, Dad,” Papyrus insisted. “I’m not going to let you stress over the king and his desire for power.” 

Iro always loved how her brother was direct and helpful. However, she wasn’t sure how they could help their father. They were only kids. Well, kids that grow really fast and have mature minds. 

“You are very sweet, Paps,” Gaster slouched in the chair as his eyes fluttered. They looked very heavy and Gaster seemed overwhelmingly tired. “Do you want to know how you can help?” 

“Of course, father!” Papyrus grabbed Gaster’s hand. “I’ll do anything!” 

“I second that!” Iro stood up from the bed, grabbing Gaster’s other hand. “I want to help in any way I can.” 

“Then promise me this,” Gaster squeezed his children’s hands. “Do not let Asgore near any of the humans you find, ever. I don’t care what he tells you. Don’t let him get their powers, understood?” 

“Why?” Iro asked. 

“Understood, Dad,” Papyrus nudged Iro. “I’m sure we’ll learn in due time.” 

Gaster’s head turned towards Iro as he smiled. “I’ll tell you tomorrow, sweetheart. Papa’s really tired right now… Let your daddy rest, okay?” 

Iro barely whispered ‘I love you’ before Gaster was asleep. Papyrus frowned as he picked up Gaster with his arms and traveled to his room, Iro following close behind. The stairs were silent and still. Iro glanced at their house while they climbed up. There were colorful pictures across the walls and beauitul chandeliers. The furniture was always soft and the house itself was spacious with a big backyard. They were very blessed to have such a big home. 

They both tucked their father in before watching him sleep peacefully. Gaster fell into a deep slumber as his breathing slowed. He curled up his body, unable to move from a ball position. 

Papyrus tapped Iro’s shoulder to exit the room before he spoke. “I hate seeing him like this,” Iro watched Papyrus fight the urge to light up his eye in rage. “He’s always this way after he talks with the king. It’s as if it drains all of his power just trying to protect us.” 

Iro and Papyrus closed the door before they conversed. “I don’t think we can help him much, brother. We aren’t skilled enough.” 

“I just don’t understand why the king wants us to live like the rest of the monsters…” 

“I don’t either,” Iro sighed. “But hey, if we do our best to become royal guards, we can protect our father and make a difference!” 

“You’re right,” Papyrus glanced up. “We have to do our best tomorrow! Then we can help our father!” He smiled at Iro before hugging her. “You’re so smart sis, I’ll see you in the morning!” 

Iro smiled before waving at him. She watched in silence as her brother bounded down the stairs and into his room. She sighed, glancing back at her sleeping father. 

We’re going to help you dad, if it’s the last thing we do. 

I will make sure we will repay you tenfold for all you have done for us. 

[sanstropfremir]

speaking favorite shows/movies, i would love to hear yours! i just started the glory and oh man...

i have lots! i used to watch a lot more media than i do rn, but i've been trying to prioritize watching things that suit my interests more, so i guess i'm wasting less time? whatever. anyways. i mostly like thrillers, dramas, and shows that have a high element of stylization and spectacle, so if you like comedies or lighthearted media none of these will be for you, soz. kdramas: d.p., beyond evil, flower of evil, the glory, big mouth, stranger (both seasons). other tv shows: hannibal (show of all time), in the flesh (the only good zombie tv show), the oa (def not for everybody but everything about it is so, full respect for committing to a fucking insane bit), star trek tos (formative media), a young doctor's notebook and other stories (highly recommend, got like NO press), sens8 (bae doona obvs), the expanse (second show of all time, the books are also excellent HIGHLY recommend, shohreh aghdashloo beloved <3333).

movies.....probably gonna get a wider variety of some weird stuff with these: brokeback mountain, mad max fury road, pacific rim, the birdcage, john wick, the fall, jupiter ascending, the green knight, everything everywhere all at once, knives out, in the mood for love, entr'acte, mishima: a life in four chapters, the draughtsman's contract, gladiator, prisoners, drive, lawrence of arabia, a zed and two noughts, the handmaiden..... there's probably a lot of others, i did a lot of film classes in undergrad

[beloved-cat-gremlin]

Intro Post Time!

Hi, I'm Anny!

I'm 20+ (b-day is June 12th)

I'm AroAce <3 and use She/They

I'll mostly reblog images of cats and sometimes some other animals :3

However you can find me gushing over specific interests as well and occasionally some art and fanfics.

I also have a Discord. If you wanna chat there, DM me for it! (can't guarantee I will respond though)

My second Zelda related blog is @shadow-cat-gremlin

Fanfic Related Stuff!

My Ao3 Account is ShadowCatGremlin

LN related Stuff:

Sequence Break

-> Includes the works "Imperfect Circles" and "Paths to Follow" (more to be added):

Description: Mono and Six accidentally change the flow of the time loop and try to break free from the horrors of the Eye.

But things aren't as easy as the kids make them out to be.

Monochrome Friendship (upcoming):

Description: Six and her school buddies tag along to a small and cumbersome flea-market. What Six hadn't expected was to end up with an old visual novel from the 90s that was haunted by some kind of ghost.

Trying to figure out the spirit's tragic past, Six and her new friend, who was stuck inside the game, find themselves in an unlikely and tragic friendship.

Wake up, it's only a Nightmare (upcoming):

Description: Mono had died over and over again. Felt the shot of the Hunter's gun. The teeth of the Teacher digging into his back. The crushing weight of the Doctor. The static screams of the Viewers.

But it's alright. After all, they are nothing more than little nightmares to the young boy as he awakes with a short gasp.

A more detailed retelling of all the ways Mono can "die" within the game. But don't worry, it's all just a nightmare after all.

Splatoon Related Stuff:

Fishy Friends till the End

Description: Agent 3 had just defeted Mr. Grizz and is reminiscing about the time they met their little buddy and how their whole childhood had lead up to this moment.

A fic that dives into New Agent 3's past and how they came to meet the smallfry known as Little Buddy.

Stray related Stuff:

The Outsiders Manifesto

Description: The Outsiders Manifesto says "We must go Outside at any cost."

Those are the words that Clementine had written down in all their notebooks, but how did this small group of companions come together to form a rebellion?

This small fic dives into the events pre game and how The Outsiders came to be.

FNaF related Stuff:

Tales of the Restless (ongoing)

Description: First she was just Clara Schmidt. Then she became Clara Afton. Soon she was a mother. And then the only person remaining of a broken family.

A story about Mrs. Afton. Who she was as a person, how she struggled through the loss of her children and how she tried to bring the happy family all back together.

Fool Me Twice (ongoing)

Description: Gregory had lost the signal between Cassie and himself. He and Vanessa had just managed to lead her all the way to the elevator, but the moment he tried to get her out of the death trap that was the Pizzaplex, something cut the line.

Gregory tried to reach through to his friend, as Vanessa tried to keep tabs on what was going on down in the sinkhole. But after minutes of silence, Gregory heard the static in his Walkie-Talkie go on again. A familiar voice coming through: "Gregory?"

Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss related Stuff:

A Light not even God could gift Me (upcoming)

She was his everything. She was his light. She was his world. She was everything to him and yet to her he was nothing more than some deadbeat father who didn't show any interest in her life. Her work. Her dreams.

Lucifer watched as his little girl, his daughter, grew up from being the light of his life to become the light and hope for all of their people in Hell.

A story about Charlie Morningstar's life and how it affected and changed the lives of those around her.

Deer of a Different Feather (ongoing)

What if some of the events happened differently? What if Alastor never became a serial killer? What if he never became a radio host? "What if?" because he never had the chance to begin with?

What would happen if a 14 year old Alastor suddenly finds himself in front of Heaven's golden gates?

The obvious answer? Panic of course.

A "What If" story in which Alastor never got to grow up and become the man we all know and love in the show.

FNaF: Fazbear Frights Book "Reviews"!

"Review" Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 Bonus: 13

(This post will be under constant construction in case things change)