#because this morning I was feeling GREAT and I was like I can DO THINGS I will CLEAN THE WHOLE HOUSE

[jinxvex]

Oh my gosh your writing is great! Can we please get a headcanons of caitlyn x crybaby girlfriend? Like where her girlfriend is more sensitive and emotional than she is? Sfw and nsfw please, and perhaps a bit of size difference sprinkled (Cause that woman is TALL OH MY WORD) if it's possible? Take your time please! And thank you <3

♱ gf!caitlyn x emotional/sensitive gf!reader headcanons!! ♱

i'm sorry for the wait y'all!! LOL i've been a bit lazy (oop)

cw: sfw & nsfw, reader that cries and is emotional, cute and wholesome (sfw portion), pet names, dirty talk, she uses a strap (spoiler! it's royal blue!!!), praise, degradation, dumbification, humiliation, slight size kink, slight crying kink, you eat each other out, fingering, etc!!

SFW:

♱ caitlyn finds your sensitivity adorable and admirable. she’s almost jealous of how you’re so in tune with your emotions. your submissive, emotional personality goes hand in hand with her casual dominance and urges to protect the people she loves.

♱ caitlyn’s heart palpitates every time your eyes sparkle with emotions you can’t even explain at times— when your fingers clench the bottom of her shirt and you look up at her with raw vulnerability.

- “what’s the matter, darling? talk to me.”

♱ it doesn’t matter if you make a mistake, drop something valuable, or spill a drink, she’s always there to comfort you and tell you it’s alright, “c-cait ’m sorry i didn’t mean t-” + “don’t cry, love. you’ve made a mistake, that’s all.”

♱ cait’s a chronic forehead kisser (lol).

♱ she loves to treat you with the utmost care and consideration! if you’re more emotional and prone to stress-induced crying, she makes sure that there is nothing around you that could cause any unwanted feelings because she feels she isn’t doing her job as your girlfriend (or wife 😛) if you’re unhappy, “i hope everything’s to your liking, love? if you need anything, trust that i’ll give it to you.”

♱ caitlyn always seems to have her hand at the small of your back, rubbing it to show you she’s there if you need her. her protective touch instills a sense of calm in you, keeping you happy, appreciated, and seen.

♱ she slaps your ass playfully whenever you pout. OOPS

♱ she wraps her hands around you in a protective embrace whenever you do cry. she lets you sob into her chest as she hugs your smaller frame, whispering sweet nothings in your ear to comfort you, “shhh, it’s okay. it’s okay. ‘m here, baby, caitlyn’s here.”

♱ caitlyn dresses you in brand-new clothing the morning after you’ve had a bad day/night! (once again) patting your ass when she’s done pulling on your clothes and placing her hand on your hips to guide you to the full-length mirror across from the bed, “gorgeous.” + “look at you, sweetheart. you’re so beautiful.” + “do you like it? the clothes?”

♱ whenever she can’t be with you, busy protecting piltover from its enemies, she asks the maids to give you gifts and notes sent from her to remind you that she loves you—that you should look forward to her arriving home. the last thing she wants is for you to get emotional because you think she’s forgotten you!

♱ while i do agree that she prefers to keep her relationships private and she hates PDA. she wouldn’t hesitate to hold your hand or give you a reassuring hug or kiss whenever you need it!

♱ even when you are in a good mood, laughing and enjoying yourself. you could be in public, private, it doesn’t matter, she’s whispering to you how much she loves you, “your smile is just beautiful, my love.” + “i’m so lucky to have you. so radiant.”

♱ her love languages are words of affirmation, gift-giving, and acts of service!!

NSFW (🤭):

♱ we ALL know deep down she gives dom (specifically dom leaning switch) vibes!! she can get subby too!

♱ dare i say i agree that caitlyn has a MEAN size kink… there’s something about the way you look so much shorter, smaller than her when she’s pounding you into the mattress that makes her dripping wet, “wow, darling. you look so cute like this. so submissive.”

♱ since you can get in your head and get quite emotional, she does praise more than degrade (she still sprinkles it in here or there, especially if you’ve been bad). she likes dumbification and humiliation if that makes sense… WALK WITH ME HERE!!

♱ some of the things she’d say include: “you’re doing so good for me. so obedient. so willing.” + “my cute little whore. you get wet so easily, it’s adorable.” + “you can’t even think, can you? you don’t have to. just do as i say. thaaat’s it, good girl.”

♱ she enjoys making you cry out of embarrassment rather than sadness. imagine you’ve been giving her attitude and rudeness all day and she’s punishing you for it. she would force you to spread your legs and touch yourself while you apologize to her and tell her how much you love her in detail, “i hope you don’t think you’re cumming tonight, love.” + “you’re such a slut. giving me bullshit all day simply because you want to get stuffed full of my cock.” + “don’t you fucking cum. you don’t deserve it today.”

♱ because caitlyn has such a soft spot for you, she’d lowkey give in to your begging and let you cum anyway LMDAOSO.

♱ she spends hours praising you and telling you how good you feel and look during sex! the curve of your waist and hips, your ass and thighs cause her to believe you’re a gift from heaven!

♱ the strap is royal blue!! 6.8 inches… and when she gives you every inch, tears can’t help but prick your eyes and threaten to fall. it’s just too much!! i fear she enjoys it though, her smile toothy as she watches you cry and struggle to take her cock in a mating press, “it hurts, doesn’t it? you take it so well, it’ll feel better soon and you’ll be begging me to fuck you.”

♱ she eats you out after a meltdown!! wanting you to feel better—to feel the love she has for you! she kisses it before she eats it… AGGHHHHHFHHH. she’s always so gentle when she has her tongue on you, licking and kissing softly and spreading your cunt with her fingers, “oh, sweetheart. you’re dripping! can’t wait to eat you up.”

♱ now when you’re eating caitlyn out, she’s caressing your head/holding your hair in a makeshift ponytail. she pushes your head into her cunt, muffling the noises coming from your throat, “yes, yes! mhm right there. don’t stop, darling.”

♱ when you’re fingering her, you always seem to hold back slightly, afraid to hurt her. she urges you to, “go harder, love. you won’t hurt me. i need this, can’t you see?” + you’re the only one who can produce such high-pitched and needy moans from her!

♱ she loves seeing you in lingerie… there’s something that makes her feral seeing someone so sweet in such naughty attire. you have dozens of sets of lingerie and corsets (that she’s gifted you) so when you’re alone, she can see you in them 24/7.

♱ she’s a tribbing enthusiast! but she loves to save it for more emotional, passionate nights with you. it’s very dear to her.

thanks 4 the request!! writing this took long but it was fun! 💋

[catchastarorten]

hey lovely, i don’t know if you take requests but i absolutely love your works!! i wanted to see if you can do a jun ho fic x fem!reader where jun is in a coma after in ho shoot him on that island and reader has been visiting him every day since at the hospital. and one day he finally wakes ip and reader just takes care of him? just like a baby, food, kisses, cuddles. i feel like our man needs that :(

tyy if you would do this, have a great day or night 🩷🩷

Hello, anon! Here's your request :), I hope I did Jun-ho justice because you're absolutely right, the man needs some love and care, and he's gonna get it here. Hope you enjoy this — lots of love! <3

—Feels better with you.

Pairing: Hwang Jun-ho x lover!fem!reader

Summary: after everything Jun-ho went through, he was in a coma, you were there with him when he finally woke up. He needed you. And you took care of him while he was recovering.

Content: fluff, comfort, kisses, yearning, a little bit of angst, Jun-ho in a coma then waking up, English isn’t my first language, mistakes should be present, not proofread, sorry!

Word count: ~ 1.0k

Seeing him lying there, hooked up to machines, pale and fragile in a way you’d never seen before, broke something in you. This was the man who had once held you so tightly, who had whispered promises into your skin, who had loved you with a quiet intensity that made you feel untouchable. Now he looked so far away.

You visited him every day after hearing about how he'd been pulled from the ocean. He was in a coma.

You talked to him, your voice soft but steady, telling him about everything and nothing. You read to him, held his hand, brushed the hair from his forehead like you used to on those lazy mornings. And every day, you hoped he’d come back to you.

The day he woke up, it was like the world stopped. His eyes fluttered open, unfocused and heavy with exhaustion. Your heart leapt into your throat as you leaned closer, your hands trembling.

Waking up felt like surfacing from a dream that had gone on too long—foggy and disorienting, the kind of dream where Jun-ho wasn't sure if he was still alive or dead. His body was heavy, every muscle aching, but especially from the shot on his shoulder, the weight that it carried.

For a moment, Jun-ho couldn’t remember where he was or why his chest felt so tight, why his head throbbed with such a sharp ache.

But then he saw you.

You were leaning over him, your eyes wide, tears brimming as if you held them back for too long. And when you whispered his name, the sound cracked something deep inside him.

“Jun-ho?” your voice echoed.

He tried to speak, but his throat felt raw, his voice coming out like sandpaper as he rasped your name back. Just your name, like it was the only word he'd held onto all this time. “Y/n…”

And just like that, the weight of the world fell away. You were there, holding his face, your touch soft and grounding, your presence the only thing grounding him to reality. “I’m here,” you told him, your voice thick with relief. “I’m right here.”

The look in your eyes nearly undid him. He wanted to say so much, to explain why he left, to apologize for everything—for leaving without a word, for the pain he knew he’d caused you—but his body betrayed him, too weak to form the sentences in his head.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered instead, the words barely audible.

“Stop,” you shook your head, tears falling from your eyes. “You don’t have to explain anything right now,” you said gently, your voice a balm to his soul. “Just rest, okay? Please.”

He didn’t argue. He never could with you.

In the days that followed, Jun-ho spent more time watching you than anything else. He was too weak to do much else, and honestly, he didn’t mind. Every time he opened his eyes, you were there—staying with him, and he held your hand as if he couldn’t bear to let go.

You’d talk to him in that soft, steady voice of yours, telling him about the most ordinary things. It didn’t matter what you said. All he cared about was the sound of your voice, the way it wrapped around him like a blanket, comforting and warm. Like he was home again.

There were times, late at night, when you thought he was asleep, and he’d feel your fingers brushing against his, hear the quiet, shaky breaths you took as if trying to hold yourself together. Those moments broke him more than anything else.

He hated himself for leaving you. For disappearing the way he had, knowing how much it would hurt you. But the guilt wasn’t as strong as the relief he felt now, knowing that despite everything, you were still here. You hadn’t given up on him, and he loves you for it.

When he was finally strong enough to sit up on his own, you started bringing him food—simple things like soup or porridge. He’d watch you blow on each spoonful, your lips pursed slightly as you cooled the soup before holding it to his mouth.

He ate obediently, his eyes never leaving you, his gaze flickering to your lips like he was counting the moments until the bowl was empty and he could kiss you again. 

He wanted to kiss you so badly it hurt.

The first time he finally did, you were brushing your fingers through his hair. Without thinking, Jun-ho reached up and caught your hand, pressing a kiss to your palm, then your wrist, his eyes fluttering shut as if the touch alone was enough to heal him.

Your heart clenched as you leaned down to kiss him properly, your lips soft against his. It was slow, tentative. Your lips were warm, familiar, and he felt a shiver run through him as he let himself sink into it.

“I missed you,” he murmured against your lips, his voice low and raw with emotion.

“I missed you too,” you whispered back.

Jun-ho wanted to hold you properly, more than anything. To pull you into his arms and never let go. But the hospital bed wasn’t big enough for that, much to his silent frustration.

You let out a quiet laugh when he gave you a soft frown, but you gave him your arm instead, letting him curl up against you. He rested his head on your hand, his eyes focused on you as you gently ran your fingers through his hair.

The frown dissolved from his face, his eyes traced your features as if he was memorizing every little thing about you. His breathing slowed, and you knew he was at peace.

He needed this. All of it. And he needed you.

[usoinked]

Hi I absolutely love your stories. You write the bloodline so well. Could I possibly get a story where jimmy and jey are the readers trainers since she is a up and coming wwe superstar. She is insecure about her body and her in ring skills so whenever shes training jimmy and jey always hype her up. Maybe drew or Kevin say something to the readers about her appearance and in ring work and the usos step in to protect her. They take her back to her hotel room, comfort her and tell her how beautiful she is. She doesn't believe it and they want to show her how beautiful she is to them but she is nervous because this would be her first time. They are sweet about the whole thing and make sure she is comfortable the entire time. Could I also have some sweet aftercare and pet names like sweetheart and babygirl. If you decide to write this I know you will do a great job. 😁

OUUUU I love this idea so much! I hope you like this!♥️

Built For Us (Jimmy X Jey X Black Reader)

CW: SMUT duh, 18+ MDNI, Virgin, Creampie, Unprotected P in V, first timer, pet names, dirty talk, inappropriate language, threesome, happy ending (they care about you fr fr) ♡

Word Count: 7.2k

It’s another early morning in the training facility, and the ring feels like a second home. But today, something feels different. The weight of all the eyes on you, the pressure of expectations, it’s all slowly starting to get to you.

The ropes feel like they’re cutting into your skin as you land a hard fall. You’re were fatigued, burnt out, and nowhere near confident. Sloppy even. You’ve been feeling off for a few weeks now—especially about your body. It’s been hard to shake the nagging voices in your head, telling you that you’re not good enough, not toned enough, not fast enough.

“Come on, Y/N! You’ve got this!” Jimmy’s voice is like a lifeline. You glance up, and there’s Jimmy standing by the ropes, a big smile on his face. His usual playful demeanor is still there, but you can see the determination in his eyes too. Being the older twin, he was always reassuring and made sure to always encourage you when you were down and out.

“Yeah, babygirl, shake it off,” Jey adds, giving you a knowing wink. “You lookin’ stronger every day. Don’t let that headspace mess with your flow.” Then there was Jey, the younger twin who was more serious but also a little flirtatious when encouraging you. You didn’t mind it, in fact you liked it. It started to build your confidence back up a little bit.

You forced a smile. “Thanks, guys,” you mutter, but the insecurity still lingered. You constantly compared yourself to the women in the locker room. Rhea, Bianca, Jade, Tiffany…the list could go on. You wanted to be like them, agile, fierce, praised, and appreciated. But you kept having slip ups, even in training and that constantly lowered your confidence and will to even keep going. You couldn’t shake off the feeling that you’re just not…there yet. Every slip-up, every mistake feels like another confirmation that you just weren’t good enough.

After what felt like an eternity of grueling drills, everyone started to wind down, grabbing some water and taking off their gear. Jimmy and Jey were over toward a corner discussing their lines for tomorrow night while taking off their gear and closing their bags. The sweat clung to your skin, your muscles ached, but the pressure to perform was starting to ease slightly. Thank goodness. As you were standing in the middle of the ring, attempting to catch your breath, you heard voices faintly from the side. Drew McIntyre and Kevin Owens, who were observing from there had started discussing some of the newer talent. They actually were giving positive feedback towards the newer talent…that was until you heard your name and those comments made you freeze in place.

“Did you see her match last week?” Drew said, loud enough for you to hear, his Scottish accent thick with slight disdain. “She’s got potential, sure, but her in-ring work? It’s sloppy. I don’t think she’s ready for the big leagues yet.”

Kevin chuckles, shaking his head. “Yeah, and I mean did you see her arms? She’s gotta put in more work in the gym if she wants to keep up with the others.”

Their words stung, hit you like a punch to the gut, and the shock of it all made you unable to move. You know they didn’t mean it maliciously, but the words still cut deep. You wanted to shrink, to run away, to hide. But instead, you kept your head down, trying to avoid eye contact.

You feel the heat rise in your cheeks, the self-doubt creeping in. The tears in your eyes welled up and those voices started to make their way inside your head again. You’re not good enough. You’re not strong enough. You’re not pretty enough.

But then, you heard Jimmy and Jey’s voices. They must’ve heard what was being said because they didn’t sound pleased in the slightest.

Jimmy steps forward, his tone sharp and commanding. “Aye, Drew. I heard you had a lot to say uce” he snapped. “You wanna say it to us?”

Jey walks up next to him, his posture just as solid. “You got a problem with her, you got a problem with us uce.”

“Oh yeah? And what are you two going to do about it? Huh? Unlike the rest of the locker room you two don’t scare me.” Drew looked unmoved and even the ‘try me’ expression on his face stayed rigid.

“Plus it’s an opinion. Remember, same way it’s your opinion you’re better than everybody backstage just cuz you’re with Roman.”

Jimmy got closer actually giving a very dangerous look. “Disrespecting her is like disrespecting the family uce.”

“And when you disrespect the family, you disrespecting the tribal chief.” Jey chimed in stepping up closer to the two men with Jimmy.

“And now we got to get you. In the ring, tomorrow night.” Jey kept it short but that mean mugged look he had gave it all away. He was pissed.

Drew and Kevin exchanged a glance, before looking back at Jimmy and Jey scoffing. “Alright, have her watch ringside though, I’m sure she could learn a few things from you.”He said sarcastically having that callous smirk on his face before he and Kevin walked away.

“Man f-“ Jey almost let a curse word slip as he went to go after them but Jimmy held him back. “We’ll get em in the ring uce, don’t worry bout it.”

You had been thinking about what Kevin and Drew said yesterday and it still stung. Their words rang in your ears and played back to back like a song on repeat. You were currently attempting to prep for your match against Bianca Belair, stretching and making sure your gear was in tact. You were called “The Anomaly” and it makes great sense because nothing about you fit the typical mold that most people would expect. You had a moveset as wild as your mindset, you were unpredictable, and with constant training you were constantly evolving even though you, yourself couldn’t see it. That was the irony with your character because truthfully it represents you. Bianca was really strong opponent though and with you being a submission specialist, the goal was to get her off her feet.

While prepping for your match, you heard a soft knock on the locker room door before walking over to it and cracking it open just to see who it was. “Hey, we just wanted to come make sure you was good.” No but damn y’all definitely look good…snap out of it Y/N!

Jimmy had on a regular “Island of Relevancy” shirt displaying him, Roman, Jey, Solo, Sami and Paul in the background of it while holding up the undisputed tag titles. His beard neatly trimmed while the top of his head was overshadowed by the “B/L” cap that he was currently wearing. His tattos looked slightly more faded than Jey’s but they added to how fine he looked. Speaking of Jey…he was also there behind Jimmy. His eyes displayed anger from yesterday still, his lips slightly parted showing the golden grills that draped over his bottom teeth. He was also wearing the same shirt Jimmy was, but it was a crop top that hung a bit high displaying his belly button and brown skin beneath. His strong hands gripped the undisputed tag titles as if they were attempting to run away, his tattoos contorted as his muscles tensed while doing so. You could tell they were both ready for their match based off of their demeanor alone. Damn.

“Aye Y/N, you good?”

“Huh? Oh sorry, I zoned out.” Yeah I bet you did…

“You good? I know you got this match against Bianca Belair and based off the look on your face I know you still thinkin’ bout what happened yesterday.”

“Oh….yeah” you said looking away before opening the door fully allowing them to come in.

Jimmy walked in first with Jey following closely behind, as you shut the door behind them both.

“Don’t listen to ‘em, sweetheart,” Jimmy says softly, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. “You stronger than that. You gon’ make it, and we gon’ help you every step of the way. Ight?”

“Damn right. You got the heart of a champion, babygirl,” Jey adds, pulling you into a brief hug. “We believe in you. Always have. And always will.”

You feel a weight lift off your shoulders. The Usos had your back, no matter what. You didn’t have enough time to think about it too much though because it was around 7:30 pm and you and Bianca were actually opening the show. Your confidence was low but it was gradually rising higher and higher due to the Usos sweet words and encouragement. “Well, I’d better finish stretching. Thanks for the support y’all I really appreciate it f’real.”

“Aye, no problem. You know we gotchu” Jimmy stated before he and Jey got up heading to the door.

“And remember, you the Anomaly. You different. Keep it like that.” Jey said before him and Jimmy exited the room. You took his words in as you shifted your mindset continuing to prepare for the match.

The arena erupted in a chorus of cheers as Bianca Belair’s entrance music hits. The fans are all in for the EST, and she plays it up, smiling and flexing as she makes her way to the ring with Jade following close behind to cheer her on. Confidence radiated off her, as usual—she was a fan favorite for a reason. But today, there’s an edge to her—this isn’t just another match. It’s a statement. Once Bianca made it to the ring, playing with her ponytail one last time, her music gradually came to a close.

Then, your music hit. The lights flickered, distorting for a second, followed by the eerie screech of the theme song as you made your way down the ramp. There was an unsettling energy in the air as you stepped through the ropes, your eyes locked on Bianca with an unwavering intensity. The fans felt mixed emotions, some cheering, others a little confused, but no one was indifferent.

Just as the bell rings, Bianca immediately tried to overpower you, using her strength and agility to dictate the pace. She hit a few power slams and a shoulder tackle, backing you into the corner. The crowd roars as she starts taunting, using her usual move set, trying to make a point that she’s the stronger of the two.

But you can’t be shaken that easily. You start to counter her every move with a series of elusive rolls and quick reversals, the crowd growing more curious with every step. It’s clear they don’t know how to react—Bianca, the powerhouse, is having trouble keeping up with your unpredictable, almost chaotic style. Each dodge felt like you were in control, bending the match to your will. You thought about Jey and Jimmy’s words of encouragement from training the day before using it to motivate yourself further.

Bianca, frustrated, goes for a KOD (Kiss of Death), lifting you high, but in a split-second, you reverse it with a twisting roll, locking in a modified armbar. The EST was quick to power out, but your eyes flickered with determination, like you’ve unlocked a new level in a video game. This was your moment.

Bianca hits back hard, using her EST strength to bring you to the mat with a brutal suplex. She stalks you for a moment, clearly preparing for something bigger. The crowd senses the impending power move, chanting for Bianca to end it.

But as she attempts another KOD, you counter again. You ducked under the move, using Bianca’s own momentum to launch herself into a quick roll-up, but it’s not enough. As Bianca kicks out, you shift positions, sliding seamlessly behind her. Before Bianca even realizes it, you hit a modified rolling cutter and instead of going for the pin, you immediately went for the submission locking in the Quantum Collapse.

The submission was swift and disorienting. Your legs wrap around Bianca’s midsection in an intricate hold, while your hands pull her arms back in a torturous position. The move feels like time itself is being distorted—there’s no escape. The crowd watches in shock, unsure of how to process what they’re witnessing.

Bianca tries to fight it, but the more she struggles, the deeper the hold sinks in. Her body starts to shake as the pressure builds, a mix of pain and exhaustion overcoming her. The move is unlike anything she’s encountered, and with nowhere to go, she taps the mat, signaling the submission.

The bell rings, and the crowd went silent for a moment before erupting into applause. You immediately let go once she tapped out of shock as you covered your lips with one of your hands. You stood up as the referee raised your hand, and for the first time, you heard the cheers that had once felt distant. The Anomaly, the strange, enigmatic force, has just made her mark on SmackDown—by defeating the reigning EST of WWE. Even Jade was shocked but looked impressed before crawling into the ring to check on her partner.

Your chest rose and fell rapidly, sweat dripping down your face, but there was a moment of clarity. The fog you had been fighting against started to clear. You did it. You beat Bianca. The submission, Quantum Collapse, was executed perfectly—an unexpected, unorthodox move that no one, not even Bianca, was ready for.

As the fans cheer, all you could think about was Jimmy and Jey. How they were probably dapping each other up backstage and screaming at the monitor in support. Especially Jey, he was always the more hype one. You gave yourself a silent acknowledgment closing your eyes relishing the moment that you had proven something to everyone—especially yourself.

But just as you begin to feel that sense of pride, a shadow crossed your path.

Bianca Belair stood in the middle of the ring, recovering from the submission. She stared at you, her expression unreadable at first before she took a step forward. For a moment, the tension was palpable. The crowd started to fall silent, unsure of what was about to happen.

Then, Bianca extended her hand.

“You got me, well played” she says, breathless but with a genuine respect in her eyes. “You’re more than what they give you credit for girl.”

You hesitate for a second, the weight of the moment sinking in, but then you grasp her hand. It’s not just a handshake—it’s an unspoken recognition. You’ve earned this. For the first time in the women’s division, you felt acknowledged. Recognized. And to get that from Bianca of all people, someone you constantly compared yourself too, was a treasure.

Later, as the show continued, you were back in the locker room, your was body sore and your heart raced. The win still felt surreal. You stared at yourself in the mirror, your reflection almost unrecognizable, but in the best way. You’ve overcome the voices in your head and the doubts that were suffocating you. The Anomaly wasn’t just a name anymore—it’s who you are.

You heard a knock at the door which you answered already knowing who it was.

Jey walked in, a grin on his face. “Told you,” he says, leaning against the wall. “You got this. You showed ‘em tonight.”

Jimmy ended up smiling walking in before gently embracing you. “We proud of you Y/N, you went out there and proved everybody wrong. Now it’s time for us to go and handle some business.”

“Oh yeah, we still gotta get Drew and KO for yesterday, disrespecting you is like disrespecting the family. And you know we don’t play about family.”

“Trust me, I know. But thanks, Jey,” you reply, your voice steady now, stronger than before. You returned Jimmy’s embrace with one of your own before pulling away smiling. “You too Jimmy, I think I finally get it. Look. Good luck in your match tonight and don’t get hurt too much. I still need that encouragement from you two.”

Jey and Jimmy only gave a chuckle in response. “Aye I can’t promise I won’t get too hurt but we’ll still be there for you regardless if we do.”

“It’s bout showin’ up and you know how we is when it come to that.”

“I know you’ll both do great, I’ll be watching” you said not realizing that came out as a bit too seductive.

“Now we definitely winning” Jimmy said before Jey laughed as they made their way out of the room.

The arena was alive with excitement as they prepared for the main event of the night, Jey and Jimmy Uso stepped out from behind the curtain, holding their Undisputed Tag Team Championships high in the air. The brothers were adorned in their customary Bloodline colors — black and red, with their gear and titles gleaming under the lights. The roar of the crowd is deafening, with many fans chanting “USO!” and holding up their ones as the duo walked down the ramp, meaning nothing but business.

“The Usos—Undisputed Tag Team Champions, but more importantly, they’re the backbone of The Bloodline. You know Roman Reigns is watching this closely tonight.” Corey Graves commented on ringside.

The brothers got into the ring, raising their titles one more time in unison before settling in their corner. Suddenly the sound of a sword slashing hit and the crowd buzzed as Drew McIntyre’s music hit, followed by Kevin Owens’. The two competitors marched down the ramp, looking as ready as ever for a fight, with Drew’s sword, Angela, over his shoulder.

Michael Cole chimed in, “We know McIntyre and Owens are a force, but it’s hard to bet against The Usos, especially when they have that unmatched unity that only comes with being part of The Bloodline.”

As Drew and Owens enter the ring, the two had a heated stare-off with the champions, and the tension between the two teams could be cut with a kitchen knife.

Once the bell rung, Jimmy and Kevin immediately square off. Owens stepped forward with his typical aggression, slamming a hard fist into Jimmy’s chest, but Jimmy countered with his quickness, ducking under Owens’ next strike and landing a sharp chop to Owens’ chest. Jimmy kept up the pressure pulling Owen’s toward him into a clothesline, knocking Owens to the mat.

“Great offense from Jimmy Uso! The Usos are known for their speed, and it’s showing early on here.” Michael commented.

Owens quickly rolled to the corner and tagged in Drew McIntyre, who immediately used his size and power to take control. He charged at Jimmy with a big boot, sending him crashing into the turnbuckle. McIntyre followed up with a brutal suplex, holding Jimmy in the air for several seconds, showcasing his raw strength.

“Drew McIntyre, the Highlander, showing off that raw power that can turn the tide of any match.”

But just as McIntyre took his time showing off to the crowd, this gave Jimmy time to roll to his corner and make a desperate tag to his brother, Jey, who rushed in with a series of quick strikes. Jey went for a superkick to McIntyre, but Drew dodged, and the two lock eyes for a several seconds before charging at each other. Jey ducks under Drew’s attack, tagging Jimmy back in with a smooth double-team maneuver.

The Usos begin to string together their signature moves, using their teamwork to overwhelm both Owens and McIntyre. They execute a beautiful double superkick to Owens, sending him to the outside, and then set their sights on Drew McIntyre.

“This is where the Usos are so dangerous, Michael. It’s all about teamwork, quick tags, and creating chaos.”

Just as The Usos begin to pick up momentum, Kevin rolled back into the ring and caught Jey off guard with a huge super kick, sending him to the mat. Owens then quickly tags in McIntyre, and the two heavyweights double-team Jey. McIntyre hits Jey with a powerful belly-to-belly suplex, and Owens follows it up with a senton bomb.

“Kevin Owens and Drew McIntyre are not letting the Usos get comfortable. They’ve turned the tables!”

Jey tried to fight back, but McIntyre and Owens keep him isolated in their corner. Drew hit Jey with a series of shoulder thrusts into the turnbuckle, each one weakening the tag champion more before tagging in Owens. The crowd is on edge as they watch the Usos struggle to regain control.

Corey spoke into the mic seeing the chaos. “McIntyre and Owens are relentless here. This is tag team wrestling at its finest — wear down the opponent, isolate them, and hit them hard.”

But the Usos didn’t stay down for long. With the fans chanting and clapping for them, Jey found a burst of energy and ducked a clothesline from McIntyre, following up with a superkick that made Drew stumble back. As Owens tried to grab Jey and prevent him from making a tag to his brother, Jey rolled his body around and kicked Owens back. He then crawled to his corner and reached out, desperately tagging in Jimmy.

Jimmy Uso exploded into the ring, hitting a super kick to Owens, then another to McIntyre, who was now on the opposite corner. With the crowd on their feet, Jey found the momentum and quickly hopped back into the ring with Jimmy as Owens was tossed into the ropes. Jimmy quickly made his way behind him picking him up as Jey caught him in the air, hitting their signature 1-D combo on Owens, sending him crashing to the mat.

Corey screamed into the mic. “1-D! The Usos are looking for the win!”

But just as they prepare to end it, McIntyre makes a desperate dive to break up the pin, but Jey kicks him back out of the ring, sending the Scotsman stumbling to the floor. The momentum shifts as Jimmy goes for the Uso Splash.

“Jimmy’s up! He’s going for the splash!” Cole shouted.

As Jimmy leaps from the top rope, Kevin rolls out of the way, causing Jimmy to land on his feet and into a roll. But Jey, now recovered, dives in for a suicide dive onto McIntyre, who was attempting to interfere, knocking both men out of the ring. With Owens down and attempting to recover, Jimmy hit him with a super kick again before climbing to the top rope and hitting a perfectly timed Uso Splash onto Kevin Owens.

“1! 2! 3!”

“DOWN SINCE DAY ONE ISH! WE BEEN DOWN SINCE DAY ONE ISH!”

The bell rings as Jey and Jimmy stand victorious, both brothers raising their Undisputed Tag Team Championships high in the air. Their theme song hit as the Usos celebrated together, standing tall as the crowd goes wild, chanting their names.

“What a victory for the Usos! They weathered the storm, kept their heads in the game, and secured the win. And just like that, The Bloodline stays dominant.” Corey said.

“The Undisputed Tag Team Champions are unstoppable! The Usos have just put another team to the test — and passed with flying colors.” Michael commented.

As the Usos continue to celebrate in the ring, raising their ones. Roman Reigns made his way out of gorilla raising his Universal Championship from the ramp, signaling that The Bloodline remains at the top of the WWE.

“This is a statement, folks. The Bloodline is stronger than ever, and they’re sending a message to the entire roster: no one is safe from the dominance of Roman Reigns, the Usos, and The Bloodline.” Corey commented a pyro went off in the background.

Later that evening, after their match had ended, you Jimmy and Jey celebrated with each other before Jimmy drove you back to your hotel, Jey being in the back while you were in the passenger seat. The air was cool, the night quiet, and your thoughts were a little less jumbled now. They’re still there, though—the whispers of insecurity, the doubts in the back of your mind. But with Jimmy and Jey by your side, it felt a lot more manageable.

Upon arriving at the hotel and checking in, you three made your way to the elevators before heading to your hotel room. As you all entered the hotel room, and the tension that had been building all day suddenly melted away under the cool air. It was like just being in the presence of Jimmy and Jey took away all your worries, stress, and doubts you had been having. You found a spot on the bed plopping down with a sigh.

“Listen,” Jimmy says, sitting down beside you on the bed, “we know whatchu been going through. Yesterday. Today. We’ve been there. But you beautiful, inside and out. We not just sayin’ that to make you feel better. We sayin’ it because it’s the truth.”

Jey nods in agreement, his voice soft. “You got heart, and a body that’s built for greatness. You just have to see it, babygirl. Nobody else matters.”

You swallow hard, still feeling like something’s missing. “I don’t know… I just felt like I’d never be enough.” Still unsure, you looked down at your hands before seeing bigger and strong hands place themselves into yours. It was Jimmy. “You’re more than enough. Especially to us, so tonight instead of moping. Maybe we can do something that will take your mind off everything.” Jimmy’s hands gently lift your chin so you’re looking into his eyes. “We want to show you how beautiful you are, to us, to everyone who sees you.”

Jey’s touch was just as gentle, cupping your face in his hands as he leaned closer to your ear. “This about you, babygirl. No pressure, no rush. We’ll be patient with you. Only if you’re ready, though.”

Your heart pounds, and the nervousness was almost overwhelming. This would be your first time experiencing something so intimate, and the thought of it sent a wave of butterflies through your stomach.

“A-Alright.”You said attempting to soothe your nerves before Jimmy and Jey went quiet exchanging glances to one another. With the two of them being twins, they had that telepathic connection that only they understood. The seconds felt like minutes before Jimmy looked back at you. “Listen, tonight will be all about you. So try and relax and just let us take care of you. Plus with that win we both got, we still not done celebratin’” he flashed a smile, those white teeth lined up perfectly with his intentions and before you knew it he placed a soft kiss on your lips.

You were initially in shock, so much you tensed up but then there was Jey to calm you down. While Jey was the more aggressive of the two in the ring, right now, he was being just as gentle as Jimmy was. Not only did your muscles slowly retract, your worries were gone and your thoughts just went blank. Jey started on your neck his hands rubbing your shoulders before giving you a gentle massage. The attention from them both had you going from thunderstruck to being curious and wanting to take it further.

But Jimmy and Jey took their time, making sure you were comfortable every step of the way. They guided you slowly and gently, showing you that your beauty wasn’t just on the outside, but in the way they care for you, in the way they made sure you felt loved, respected, and valued.

Jimmy’s tongue gently slid over your bottom lip asking you for permission before he slowly collided his tongue with yours the moment you opened your mouth. You weren’t new to what sex and kissing was, it was just the very first time you were doing it. Let alone with two men. Jey was the first to gently slide his hands up your shirt and toss it to the floor as Jimmy slowly pulled away and removed your shoes and pants tossing them somewhere in the room.

Jey unclasped your bra, Jimmy taking it into his hands before tossing that too. The younger twin then made his way from behind you gently guiding you further down onto the bed before you felt your back hit the soft covers of the bed before replacing Jimmy’s lips with his own. His kiss was slightly rougher but you wanted to explore him too, the taste of metal from his golden grills that sat on his bottom teeth…you couldn’t get enough of it. Your tongue moved over his as a moan escaped your lips and your hand instinctively made its way through Jimmy’s hair as you realized he was attacking your nipples with that skilled tongue of his.

Having the both of them was like a dream come true, they both knew what they wanted…no who they wanted and it was you. Jey’s hands slowly made their way down your stomach and into your black panties, his fingers gliding over your clit as he deepened the kiss. Your hips slightly raised as he began to move his fingers around in small circles causing you to moan from the friction and the pleasure. The tent in Jimmy’s pants grew but he was more than willing to wait knowing this was your first time and he wanted to savour every moment just as much as you did. He slowly removed your panties before rubbing his hands up and down your legs before kissing down your stomach and towards your inner thighs just above your entrance. Jey’s hands snaked their way back up to your sides beginning to knead your breasts as Jimmy left a few soft kisses there before starting to stare at your entrance spreading your legs apart slowly as his mouth found its way to your folds, his tongue slowly dragging upwards to your clit swirling his tongue around it before wrapping his arms around your legs. The faster his tongue moved, the more your legs shook and the louder your moans became. Jey stayed beside you the entire time but just as you closed your eyes, the sound of his voice made you snap them open. “Look at me with them pretty ass eyes ma, don’t close em.” He said as he left soft kisses down your neck. “And if you can’t, look at my brother.” He said before stopping just above your nipple before taking it into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it.

The double stimulation was driving you crazy especially since they were both using their tongues on different parts of your body, but those parts had the same amount of sensitivity which was even worse for you but better for them based on how much you were squirming and moaning. You looked down at Jimmy gripping his hair into your hands, and realizing he was staring at you, those soft yet hungry eyes. My god you loved them. “I-I’m gonna c-cum! F-Fuck, Jimmy!” you moaned out before suddenly bucking your hips and releasing all over his mouth as your legs trembled. He slowly pulled away loving how he had you shaking for him before he and Jey completely undressed themselves in front of you, after Jey had also pulled away from your nipples. Your eyes immediately went to both of their dicks, observing them thoroughly. You had almost forgot that it would be your first time for a second but the thought of it and the size of them made you second guess yourself for a moment. Jey was long for sure but his also had a little more girth than Jimmy’s. It looked thick and pre cum had been leaking from the tip, presumably from the activities that took place. Jimmy on the other hand, his girth was slightly less than Jey’s but his length made up for every bit of it. God damn. He was also leaking pre cum and looked heavy.

“Now babygirl, we can stop anytime. We know this yo first time doin’ this and we do not wanna hurt you. In fact if you feel like you need to stop at any point, tell us your safe word and we will immediately stop what we doin’. Don’t matter what it is.” Jimmy said before Jey also chimed in.

“Nah f’real though, no matter how good shit feels, if you hurtin’, not comfortable, or just can’t take it, we will stop.”

“M-My safe word is Red.” You said prompting a nod from them, slowly sitting up as you spoke. “We gon go slow since it’s your first time okay?” Jimmy questioned before starting to rub his length with his hand before commanding you with a soft turn. “Alright babygirl, turn around for me.” He said before placing one knee on the bed and having his other leg off of it starting to slowly rub his length against your wet entrance getting a feel of it, the moment you turned around. “Ready?”

“Y-Yes” you said as you felt your walls slowly expand before you felt a stinging sensation causing you to wince and Jimmy to instantly stop. “You good?” He asked and you immediately said yes not wanting this to stop. You were already this far and you felt like since this was your first time, it would hurt regardless because you’d never done it. But you trusted the Usos and knew they’d never hurt you. “Y-Yes, keep g-going” you commanded before feeling your walls expand even further, your lower half feeling more full by the second as Jimmy’s dragged out moans and curses could be heard behind you.

“Damn, so tight baby but you taking me so well mmm” he let out a grunt at the end before pulling out and slamming back into you from behind causing the stinging pain that was once there to slowly subside as your walls felt a bit numb at first before being overtaken by nothing but pleasure. Things started off slow, before starting to heat up. Jimmy was plowing you from behind and Jey has his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking it while lifting your chin slowly. “You don’t gotta shy away from us babygirl, we wanna see all the expressions you finna make.” He said gently petting your face causing it to heat up and make you give an attempt at looking away. “Uh uh, what I say?” Jey still held your chin firm in his free hand before Jimmy chimed in.

“What I tell you bout that confidence mama? Huh?” He said before smacking your ass once and gripping the skin as he pounded you from behind causing you to suddenly let out a loud moan and look up at Jey. “You being so good f’us right now, you know that?” He grunted, his voice low in your ear. “I told you we was gonna treat you tonight didn’t I?” He said slamming his cock in and out of you. You were too stunned to even speak, you couldn’t do anything but let them and the neighbors you three had on both sides of you, know how much pleasure your were receiving. That was until Jey decided that your mouth looked a little too good when it was open, prompting him to fill it with his dick. “That’s right take it all in, ma” he said before throwing his head back as he ran his hands through your ponytail.

Your body was starting to get overstimulated a bit, not use to any of this, but your pussy yearned for more and your mouth only opened a bit wider, prompting Jey to sink his cock further towards your throat. Your moans moved Jey as he began to bob your head, while pushing forward. “That’s right, mhmm” he growled out before looking back at you. His eyes, you wanted to keep eye contact so bad but at the same time, Jey’s stare was different from Jimmy’s. Jimmy’s stare was soft but hungry, like he knew what you needed and was determined to give it to you. Jey’s stare was more intense and seductive, his was also hungry but with how dark his eyes got, it was like he commanded the attention so you couldn’t look away.

Your pussy was throbbing from being drilled by Jimmy and your mouth was salivating all over Jey’s length as he praised you for it. “God damn babygirl, you squeezin’ me tight as hell, you want me to let it out in you huh?” He said before biting his lip showing his top set of teeth. “Mmmphhhff!” You moaned out on Jey’s cock, sending vibrations down the younger twins length. Your orgasm had been building and your legs were shaking below you but you tried so hard to control your release, however, you were too sensitive. So sensitive that Jimmy decided to test the waters and reach down to rub your clit anyway knowing this while giving you back shots. You couldn’t take it as your eyes rolled back and your juices spilled all over his cock. Your body tensed up as your lower body shook, your orgasm ripping through you from the amount of pleasure you were receiving. Jimmy wasn’t far behind you, you could tell by how much his dick twitched….until he let it out inside of you and moaned in your ear. Your vibrations from the moans you let out were even enough to send Jey over the edge too as he gripped your ponytail and pushed his hips forward, a salty white liquid making its way down your throat as you swallowed.

As all three of you calmed down from your highs, they both pulled out before Jey pulled you close to him kissing you deeply, the aftertaste of him still being on your tongue. But you loved how Jey tasted and that wasn’t stopping you from colliding your tongue with his as he laid down on the bed, pulling your body on top of his, positioning you to where you were now in front of Jimmy’s cock. “Hey babygirl” he said as you pulled away from the kiss and looked up at him to see him stroking his length. If this was a dream, you’d never wanna wake up. Jey had slowly positioned himself at your entrance before slowly pushing into you for a moment before lowering you down on the rest of his length letting a soft moan slip from his lips.

Jimmy on the other hand pushed his length into your moan holding your ponytail loving how nicely your jaws were wrapped around him. “Eat that up f’me” he whispered before groaning and beginning to thrust his hips forward. Your eyes continued looking up into Jimmy’s as Jey held your hips and began thrusting up wards, his head being just under your breasts watching as they moved back and forth.

Jimmy’s cock was so long it didn’t take much of it before you started gagging once as you felt the tip reach your uvula. You gagged but kept it in your mouth, sucking on it anyway getting your own aftertaste on your tongue in the process but none of that mattered. Not when it came to them. Jey on the other hand gripped your ass with precision before slamming his cock up into you loving how your walls would stretch each time. He could feel every bit of it and that’s the way he wanted it because he wanted you. They both did and they were both getting their way right now.

Your hands wrapped themselves around the part of Jimmy you didn’t have in your mouth as you started to move it back and forth, earning a strained moan from him causing his head to roll back. Jimmy could only grip your ponytail tighter as the sounds of your slurping and your moans from what was happening below, was driving him crazy. You started to bob your own head, increasing your speed as it combined with Jimmy already pulling you forward and moving his hips forward at the same time. “Fuck mannn” he let out as Jey noticed how your walls were clenching onto him further.

“You gon cream on me huh? Go head ma, let me know how much you love this f’real” he said thrusting up into you harder causing your walls to expand further and further each time his dick plowed into you. But Jey he felt that orgasm building and he felt how your walls would expand and suddenly clenching around him each time he would hit that spot. “You like it when I hit that huh? Use them words babygirl” he said knowing how close you were, purposely hitting your g spot over and over again.

“Mhmmm!! R-Ri’ dereee!” You screamed out against Jimmy’s cock as your legs shook and eventually buckled feeling the orgasm you were chasing suddenly crashing into you like a truck. Your entire body, especially your legs could do nothing but jerk as your voice fought to catch up with your breath. Jey could only groan feeling your juices leak all over his cock, causing his cock to twitch. “God damn, babygirl you feel that shit huh? So good f’ me, you deserve a reward don’tchu?” Your eyes were rolled back as your body was still attempting to get over your first orgasm. “Mmhmmpf!!” That last vibration you gave to Jimmy sent him to the moon, his breath became shaky as you felt that warm white liquid pool in your mouth. That salty taste being apart of Jimmy combined with the realization that Jey hadn’t came yet m made your pussy drip even more. Having your mouth full of Jimmy’s dick while being plowed by his twin brother below you made your mind a blank canvas. You only cared that you got what you wanted, and that was Jey’s reward. Whatever it was. Even if it was him painting your inner walls white, you wanted every bit of it. With one last bounce, Jey emptied himself inside of you, leaning his head back as he did. Your moans mixed with his as you felt your insides warm up from his seed. You slowly pulled off of Jimmy’s cock with a soft pop just as Jey lifted you up off his cock after a moment as his cock retracted still being hard from the events that just took place.

Jey didn’t let go of you yet though, his hands still wrapped around your waist as he pulled you down toward his chest attempting to catch his breath. He began placing soft tender kisses on your forehead and cheeks before gently wrapping his free hand around your cheeks. “You did well f’real and you’re beautiful as fuck. Ight, anytime you think you not. We gon remind you of this, and it might not be just talking bout it either.” He commented before gently laying you in between him and Jimmy who crawled on the bed beside you and Jey still panting slightly.

“Yup and remember what we said bout that confidence. It’s in them eyes too” he said winking at you. He was so playful like he wasn’t just dicking you down a second ago, damn you Jimmy.

After the tenderness and care, as you lay together, the room quiet and peaceful, Jimmy and Jey make sure you feel completely comfortable, taking the time to pamper you. They held you close, kissing your forehead, stroking your hair as they whispered sweet nothings into your ear.

“Sleep well, babygirl,” Jey says, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “You more than enough, just remember that. You perfect the way you are.”

Jimmy pulls you closer, wrapping his arm around you. “We gotchu, sweetheart. Know that.”

As you drift off to sleep, surrounded by their warmth and protection, the insecurities begin to fade away, replaced with a newfound sense of self-love and acceptance.

Fin❦

Note: Whewww y’all this was a wild ride but thank you so much for requesting this! I hope you like it♥️

Divider credits: @anitalenia & @enchanthings

Taglist: @punksyeet, @binnieaddict, @sheaabuttaababyy, @mselenalovebug, @empressdede, @luvrsluxe, @uceyliyahh, @partypoison00

[yandere-sins]

Hey everyone!

This is probably going to be my last update on this particular chapter of my life for all of you who have been so supportive and reached out to check on me ♥

I feel great!

Yeah, it's strange to say, even now, but I really do! Of course, I am not healed or "got rid" of my depression, but after some very hard set-backs and a few more panic attacks and mental breaksdowns, I had some really amazing therapy sessions! I worked through a lot of shit and got haunted by some very deep generational trauma and burdens that aren't mine to carry, but I made it through all of it and I'm glad that I had the chance!

I also got medicated, which honestly, is the biggest relief of them all. I tried to hold back for a long, long time but around week five I was so seriously messed up, had a major set back, and felt exactly like I did before I started in the clinic that I decided I had to make a quicker change or I might lose myself and the progress I made so far completely to the depression. I'm not against medications at all, but my self-worth was so bad that I didn't think I was deserving of something since it was "just a depression". Yeah... haha, I fooled myself very nicely there.

So, yeah. I am still depressed when I wake up. I still struggle to get up in the morning. It's nothing that goes away with a few sessions, there are still countless of hours of therapy waiting for me. But then I take the most basic antidepressiva that is given out by doctors and suddenly I feel like I can change the world! Sometimes it's scary just how much energy I actually posess, especially when I reflect on how much of myself the depression ate away. How little self-worth and confidence I had and how I was a living, talking corpse most of the time, desperately trying to get back to how I was. Sure, a bit of the praise goes to the pill I am having with my breakfast, but I made tremendous leaps ever since!

And I quit my job this week! Finally! :D

As for what's next, I don't know. Wednesday is my last day at the clinic and I won't start working before April, that is pretty sure for now! I'll do all the things I didn't get to last year, like get a new haircut, enjoy my vacation in March, have all sorts of check-up's and finally do what I want to do. I've already written a new story to post here, and I hope to finish some of my drafts and projects that are still open. I am actually so excited to have enough energy again to concentrate and work on things that are my passion and I love!

I'm happy to say life's good right now. I'm good. It was so fucking scary, I can't even tell you guys, and I'm so glad to be me again :')

I hope and pray that it stays this way, and I want to thank you all for your encouragements and love sent my way, it helped so much in all of this ♥ If anyone has questions or anything, I'd be happy to answer them because the topic can be so crazy scary and hopeless-looking, but I went through it and if I can share information and help someone, I'd be happy to!

I hope we get to spend a much better 2025 together! Thank you all! ♥

I have a small update on my life for those that have been following along for a while. I've been intensely battling my mental health the last two weeks, and it's gotten worse and worse through countless little instances. So I had an appointment with a psychiatrist for the first time who has referred me to a clinic I'm going to have to attend daily for the next ~6 weeks starting this upcoming friday.

I'm really scared of new things and stuff I have to learn but it's my life now. Don't get me wrong, it's also somewhat exciting but there's just so much fear and anxiety stored in me that makes it really hard to go through my life rn, so this clinic is also just scary in my mind.

Still, I'm hopeful that it'll help and bring me back on track so I can do the things I love, especially writing and even just simply enjoy living, which is really a struggle.

Either way, thank you guys for sticking around through the tougher times, and I have hopes that some stories will come to me while I go through different therapy sessions (and maybe medication) and it won't be as difficult to concentrate and write anymore!

[wetpussyju1ce]

for @theeternaloptimistt

original post

Jax Teller x Pregnant!fem reader

suggestive content. +18 mdni

the moment jax finds out reader is pregnant, he'll get his shit together for her n the baby, quickly books doctor appointments, gets her vitamins and anything pregnant women need to stay healthy during the pregnancy. he also gets extra protective and some chemicals in his brain shifts where his sense of danger and threat is heightened, or maybe he's just paranoid, but whatever it is, it makes him lowkey dangerous to be around when it has to do anything with his pregnant wife.

he doesn't tolerate mistakes or slip ups when it comes to her, if she's served a beer or something with raw fish in it. and he made sure everyone in the club knew she was pregnant and to be extra careful around her, is that so hard to understand? 

His behaviour gets worse the more she starts to show, he won't even let her walk in the bar anymore because he doesn't want her to inhale the tobacco in the air, or be around stinky sailor-cursing bikers, no offense or anything. But also he really doesn't like how some men look at his wife while she's round and carrying his baby, he knows she's beautiful, a ray of sunshine, and worst of all, even in pregnancy she glows and looks so adorable, and he's a selfish bastard, so he doesn't want to share her with others. 

The only person who can really pry his pretty wife off his hands is his mum, Gemma, and she's so excited to be a grandma. The moment they broke the news to her, she was over the moon, so excited and happy for her son to become a dad. So, at the earliest convenience, she kidnaps Jax’s wife literally out of their bed, while Jax is all groggy and pissed off, hair sticking in all directions, shirtless and georgous. Gemma is literally dancing in their bedroom, with a glass or orange juice in her hand, “Come on, rise and shine, I'm taking you shopping today!”

Jax’s prettiest girl is confused as she sits up in the bed, “How did you get in?”

“Mum, get out,” Jax is not happy at all, glaring at his mum while sitting up in the bed, making sure the sheets stay above his belly button while his wife accepts the glass of orange juice and drinks the whole thing, “Thanks, Gemma, I was thirsty,”

“You were?” Jax rasps, voice deep from sleep, holding his wife's hand in his, trying to blink the sleep away from his eyes. 

“Hm, I was,” His wife nods and he hums, “I'll get you water bottles to keep in the bedroom at night,”

“Thank you,” She smiles and stretches, he watches her stretch her arms above her bed, arching her back and rolling her neck, he suddenly gets the urge to kiss her silly but remembers his mother was still in their bedroom, “Get out!”

“I will! I'll make breakfast, your favourite, so don't go back to sleep,” Gemma says, holding her hands in the air in surrender and slowly backs out of the room, closing the door behind her. 

“How did she even get in? I locked the door yesterday,” Jax asked, running his hands through his hair. 

“You gave her a spare key in case of emergencies, remember?” She says, getting out of the bed and going over to the windows, cracking one of them open to let in fresh air. 

“Does it look like we're having an emergency?” Jax grumbles, annoyed at being woken up before he wakes up on his own, he was planning to sleep in, spend time with his wife and do some planning for the next months but that's all thrown out of the window now because his mum was too excited to call. 

Jax sighs, his shoulders slumping, then he looks up at his pretty wife, wearing one of his old ratty t-shirts and underwear, the fabric hiding the small bump he knew was there. She stood barefoot on the carpet, the sun shining behind her, looking so soft and cute he wanted nothing more than to drag her back in bed and bury himself inside her until they're satisfied. And with that, he feels tingling in his groin and he's reminded of his morning wood, great.

“Do you want to shower together? I'll take care of you,” She smiles and he wants to scream out of the window about how he's the luckiest bastard in the world. So he quickly gets out of the bed, almost tripping on the sheets making his wife giggle. Then he grabs her by the waist and pinches at her sides, making her squeal and laugh, “Stop! Your mum will hear!” 

Jax sighs, right, they had a guest. 

She immediately notices the change of his demeanour and cups his face, “I know you'll talk to her, set boundaries, she knows better than to do that again.”

Jax covers her hands in his, then turns his head, kissing her palm, “Okay, darling,”

“Okay,” She says and he grabs her hands, takes them down from his face and pulls her in the bathroom.

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Jax gets cute aggression the bigger his wife gets, and he's shameless with it too, squeezes her tight in his arms, keeps kissing and squishing her cheeks in his hands, bites her thighs when they're at home and coos at her, talks to her like a baby when they're alone, because he enjoys her annoyed reaction to them, but also because he can't help it! When he especially annoys her, she tells him that she's a grown woman who's pregnant because his dick was inside her, and all he does is laugh loudly. 

He's also sweet and patient when she starts to get quickly tired, when her muscles ache and when her feet get sore, also when she's constantly hot and sweating, and all Jax does is buy her more and more of her favourite soaps, shower gels, lotions and shampoos in her favourite scents to make her feel better about the changes in her body. He still loves her either way, and his dick always gets hard when he looks at her, even if she's sweaty and smelly as she claims, but something primal in his brain only understands that she's pregnant, healthy, and his, and that, he really likes. 

As much as her mood swings give her a hard time, with the changes in her hormones and all, Jax finds himself secretly enjoying them, not in a twisted sick way, but in a “my wife cries and I'm the only one who can comfort her” way.

This happens a few times, where he's busy with club activities while she's hanging out with his mum and the other old ladies, then he gets a call from his mum, saying that his wife is crying, sobbing and is on her way to the club, that they tried to stop her but she left anyways. And the first things Jax asks is; is she alone? how is she coming to the club? is she driving??? 

Before any of his questions are answered, he hears her ask for him and he but leaps out of his chair, leaving the meeting they were having and she's right there, dressed like the prettiest thing in the world, her cheeks tender, her nose runny and her eyes glassy and a bit red from crying. As soon as her eyes land on him, she sobs and he quickly goes to her, gathers her in his arms, making sure not to squeeze her bump between them and shushes her, stroking her back, kissing her wet cheeks and letting her burrow in the crook of his neck. 

He ends up sitting somewhere private with her in his lap, sniffling and hiccuping, and Jax doesn't like to see his baby cry, but then he's not too bothered because she's pregnant and if anything bad happened, Gemma would have told him at least.

So he finally asks when she's less frantic, “Why are you crying, babe?”

She freezes and he frowns, squeezing her thigh once, “Are you alright? You can tell me,”

“You'll think it's stupid,” She whispered and he immediately hugged her to his chest, “I'll never, baby, I promise.”

“It's– I read in a magazine about these orphan baby monkeys-” Her voice catches in her throat and she starts crying again, Jax coos, patting her back through her devastated sobs, “There's so much pollution– The poor babies, they're– They're so tiny-” 

“Here, here, I'm sure they'll get rescued and put in a zoo or something,” He says, a small smile on his lips. 

[writinginatree]

Cared For

Relationship(s): Bodhi Durran & Xaden Riorson & Riorson!reader

Summary: Xaden takes care of you and Bodhi after RSC.

Warnings: Mentions of torture, injuries, nonsexual nudity (showering together), reader has heart problems

You stumble from the interrogation chamber with the rest of your squad, blinking into the late afternoon sunlight as the professor who just finally released you drones on and on. You should be listening, in case he's talking about something important, like having to do this shit again or something, but you can't focus on the words, mindlessly clinging to Bodhi, whose arm is linked with yours so you can help each other stay on your feet.

Well, okay — if you're being honest, it's mostly Bodhi helping you. He's worse for wear too, but still faring decidedly better than you.

You're not sure why it is that they went especially hard on you — because your father had been the Great Betrayer, because they recognized you as the weakest link of your squad, or because you refused to show any pain and they were determined to change that. In the end, it doesn't matter. You didn't break. You survived. That's what you have to focus on. Another one of the stupid trials this cursed place puts you through that you've overcome. One step closer to eventually making it out of here alive.

Finally the professor is done talking and allows you to leave.

The walk back into the quadrant proper passes in a blur, one stumbling step after the other as Bodhi pulls you along. Since he's well aware of your aversion to healers, and since neither of you is that badly hurt, he doesn't bother to suggest going to the infirmary and takes you straight to the dormitories. Your room is closer to the stairs than his, so that's where you go, slumping onto the bed side by side, too exhausted to lift a finger, though you know you need to get cleaned up, or at the very least remove your boots. In a moment, you tell yourself. As soon as the room stops spinning, you'll get up and do it.

Minutes later, a knock sounds on the door, startling your poor, tired heart into doubling the pace of its beating.

"I think Cuir asked Sgaeyl to send us Xaden," Bodhi soothingly murmurs, sitting up and unlocking the door with lesser magic.

Sure enough it's your brother who enters the room a second later, grimacing at the state he finds the both of you in. "Shit, are you guys okay?"

"Yeah," you and Bodhi mutter, "Sure."

Admittedly, that's a bit of an exaggeration. But okay is a flexible term, and you suppose things could be worse. You know the question was just reflex anyway, and Xaden is perfectly aware that no one is ever truly okay after just getting out of an RSC torture session.

He comes over to the bed, crouching down beside it. You feel shadows stirr underneath and all around you — no doubt Xaden 'subtly' taking inventory of your injuries. You've lost track of what hurts where about an hour into the exercise, your whole body one big ache, but you're pretty sure most of the damage is superficial. It's your heart giving you the most trouble, thanks to having missed this morning's dose of your medication, and simple dehydration.

"Are you feeling strong enough to shower?" Xaden asks.

Bodhi nods, but you hesitate. Getting up the stairs without fainting had been challenge enough, so you roll over to turn a pleading look on your cousin. "Can we go together?"

When Bodhi nods, you nod too, and Xaden helps you to your feet.

"Alright," he says, "you two get cleaned up, and I'll be back with some food and a first-aid kit."

The showers are blessedly empty, and you let yourself plop down on the floor, the cold tiles digging into your bare knees as Bodhi turns on the water, a less than lukewarm spray raining down on you. Cold as you feel, you would have preferred your water steaming hot, but you know that would only make your already too low blood pressure worse, so you don't complain.

Bodhi sits down behind you, takes a handful of soap and gently massages it into your scalp, careful to avoid pulling all the tangles that have formed in your hair from the rough treatment you'd been given.

"You don't have to," you half-heartedly mutter.

In truth, you're not entirely sure you can muster the energy to do it yourself, and with the way you're finally starting to relax under his touch, Bodhi rightfully ignores the protest and continues to help you wash.

By the time you dry off and pull on fresh clothes, you're shivering with cold, but your head is a little clearer, and you don't feel like you'll pass out any second anymore, either.

Xaden is already waiting in your room when you return to it, the soft glow of mage lights illuminating the space since dusk has fallen while you were in the shower. He has brought not only the promised food and first-aid supplies, but also Garrick.

Taking a seat on your bed, you don't bother reminding him that it's illegal for more than three of you to be together; he's doubtlessly well aware of the trouble you'd be in if you're caught, and simply doesn't care because he can tell how much you need the company right now.

You shudder to think that he and Garrick had to go through the same experience last year without anyone to comfort them. Thinking back, you try to remember if you'd noticed any injuries on them around this time of year, but you can't recall. Even if you had noticed, Xaden would have brushed you off with some excuse to stop you from worrying.

The thought makes you frown. You have no doubt they'd been as hard on Xaden as they were on you — probably even harder. It's not fair that he'd had to get through that on his own, that he always has to go through everything alone because he thinks that's what being the one with all the responsibility means. Ever since the apostasy, since he took on that responsibility for all your lives, he never lets himself be weak in front of anyone — even you. Of course you're grateful for everything he's done, is still doing, his care and protection, but you wish he would let himself be taken care of, too, when he needs it.

His hand on your shoulder snaps you out of these thoughts, and you blink up at him, wondering when you closed your eyes. The plain worry on his face makes your eyes swim with tears, and you tell yourself to pull it together — to no avail.

"They did that to you too last year," you mumble, not quite a question. "You should have let us be there for you."

"First-years aren't allowed to know about RSC," Xaden reminds you, hand on your chin to angle your head sideways so he can get a better look at a scrape on your jaw.

You know that's not the reason he kept it from you, at least not the only one, but you let it go, knowing he just wants your best.

Treating your wounds doesn't take long. Mostly it's bruises — a lot of them, swollen and hot to the touch, decorating you in various shades of red, purple, and blue. There isn't much Xaden and Garrick can do about those, though they diligently smear them with some stinky salve that's supposed to soothe the worst of the ache.

To you it just feels cold and nothing more, but you don't complain. Not about the useless stinky ointment, nor about the burn of disinfectant in your open scrapes and cuts. You're simply too exhausted to do anything but force yourself to stay sitting upright, letting Xaden do whatever he wants. He knows better what you need right now than you do, anyway. You're limp in his hands, letting him turn you this way and that to get at all your wounds, his shadows supporting you when needed.

He pays extra attention to your wrists, the skin there rubbed raw from your fruitless attempts to slip free of the chains they'd put on you in the interrogation chamber. Even through the fog of exhaustion hanging over your mind, you don't miss the sorrow that passes over your brother's face as he takes in the harm you did to yourself. He is uncharacteristically gentle as he bandages your wrists, even going so far as to press a little kiss on top of each, the way your dad used to do when you were little. You tear up again at the action, have to bite your trembling bottom lip to keep from crying.

Done with your wounds, Xaden helps you get comfortable sitting against the wall with a pillow at your back, a soft blanket over your lap and tucked in around your waist. Bodhi already sits next to you much the same way; the comforting warmth of his shoulder against yours helps you ground yourself in the present.

Xaden puts a bowl of soup into your hands, ordering you to eat. It's not quite hot anymore, having stood on the desk while Xaden and Garrick patched you guys up, but still warm enough, and you consider it a bonus that you can't burn your mouth on it anymore.

When you're done, Garrick takes the empty bowls and leaves, but Xaden remains.

"I guess we'd better get you two to sleep," he says. "You've had a long day."

"Can Bodhi sleep here tonight?"

"Does Bodhi want to sleep here?" Xaden counters, looking to your cousin for answer.

To your relief, he agrees. You're not sure you could stand being alone right now, with the memory of today's torture still so fresh in your mind and the lingering dizziness you can't seem to shake.

"Okay," Xaden nods. "Then he can."

After tucking the both of you into bed, Xaden turns to leave. Before you can think better of it, you reach for his hand, silently pleading with him to stay a little longer. He sinks back to the floor beside the bed, brushing a hand over your face in an attempt to get you to close your eyes.

"Sleep. I'm here."

Bodhi moves closer — at this point he's practically lying on top of you — and butts his head against Xaden's hand with a little whine. Your brother gets the hint, and starts to pet Bodhi's hair, his other hand still gripped tight in yours. He doesn't need to have his hands free to make you close your eyes again — a soft layer of shadows descends on your face like a blanket, leaving you in complete darkness. It should be unsettling, but somehow, it isn't. Encased in the safety of your brother's shadow, you can finally keep your eyes shut and actually try to fall asleep.

Which is easier said then done, despite your exhaustion. While your body is fully ready to shut down, your mind won't stop racing. Bodhi is having the same problem, if the way you feel him fidget is any indication.

Xaden starts softly humming, and after a moment, you recognize the melody as an old Tyrrish lullaby. It had been your favorite one as a child, but after all these years, you'd almost forgotten it. Now the words come back to you like magic, even if Xaden doesn't sing them.

Trying to remember the song text and sing along in your mind gives you something to focus on other than the day's events; your racing thoughts can finally settle down. Slowly the tension leaves your body and your breathing evens out as sleep descents over you.

But just as you finally drift into that calm drowsy state, your heart skips a beat and you jolt wide awake again.

Xaden is quick to soothe you. The shadow over your face disappears, replaced by others that gently hold you so you don't startle Bodhi by sitting up. Xaden gives your hand a reassuring squeeze, more shadows caressing your face as he murmurs, "Shh, you're okay."

You slowly relax again, nuzzling your face into Bodhi's shoulder and mirroring his slow, deep breathing. Xaden starts to hum the lullaby again.

He stays until he is sure both of you are fast asleep, then he gently removes your hand from his, placing it in Bodhi's instead, and slips into the hall.

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

Next up are the stories where eddie does (or presumably will soon) yell at his parents! We love to see it (and are eagerly waiting and hoping for it to happen on screen soon)!

🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲🌲 (diaz siblings reunited! All the buck, eddie, and adriana in the woods stuff had me on the edge of my seat and I can’t wait to read it all through when it’s published! Also eddie freaking out about his back nightmares coming true is really getting to me - poor guy!)

⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️⚖️ (oh boy an ominous warning from nemesis! I’m concerned! And seeing the accident that presumably killed eddie in the other timeline! I just want all three of my boys to get back home to LA so i can wrap them up in blankets together on their couch and feed them soup)

🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼🔼 (how do i always forget about covid? It keeps sneaking up on me! But I’m loving the progression of buddieshannon - it seems like they’re getting close! And i really love the way you’ve created maddie and shannon’s friendship! It’s beautiful and it makes me laugh when i think about eddie and maddies completely no existent relationship in the show :p)

Also I’m curious (but obviously feel free to ignore if you want to keep the details to yourself), how far are these stories along in what you have planned for them? Cuz they’ve all come such a long way that I wouldn’t be surprised if they’re getting towards their ends, but you’re so talented at plot development that I know they could have so much more to come!

- PCA <3

Hey! Thank you - love this theme, too!

As to your last question - great question!

For Gentle on My Mind I am not sure. I planned it sort of like TWATYTK where I just sort of have things I want to reach and will write until I get there. But it won't be nearly as long.

For Firelight, I am well into chapter 7 out of 10.

For An An Angry Blade, I am almost done chapter 4 out of 6.

96 for 🌲 (Ahh thank you! Yes! Lots of angst!)

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“Me believing it?” Eddie says. 

Buck nods. 

Eddie inhales. “Then why isn’t the rest of it gone, too?”

“Good question,” Buck says. “I guess it’s only one theory.”

“Worth… Worth keeping in mind,” Eddie mumbles, blushing. He feels embarrassed, all of a sudden. Like a princess in a tower.

Buck smiles a little lopsidedly. “Well, I love you.”

Eddie exhales and smiles back. 

“I know you do.”  

ii. 

They return Adriana’s rental car in the morning, and with Buck at the wheel of Eddie’s truck, they head towards El Paso. It’s going to be a long drive. With Eddie, anxious as hell about confronting his mother and seeing Chris. With Adriana and Sophia, who don’t seem to like him. All good stuff. 

Adriana is quiet. Buck has found her rather frustrating this entire time, but then he remembers what she’s been through, and it’s hard to hold it against her. Sophia, though? Buck’s not sure what her problem is. He hasn’t done anything to her. In fact, he’s kind of been important in helping both her siblings. No big deal. But she’s still pretty frosty to him today. 

It doesn’t really matter, he supposes. It doesn’t matter if Sophia likes him. It’s not like it’s going to impact Eddie’s opinion. He makes his own strong opinions, and he loves Buck. Besides, they aren’t super close. Physically or emotionally. Eddie once told him they were, before Chris. She was still a teenager, and while he was too, he didn’t really get to stay that way.  Makes sense.

“So, Sophia,” Buck says, a few hours into the drive. Because while it may not matter that she doesn’t like him, he still really wants her to anyway. 

“So, Buck,” she repeats.

“You’re a vet, right?” Buck asks. “Like, not the kind Eddie is?”

“No, I served in ‘Nam,” she says flatly.

“Oh my god, you’re such a dick sometimes,” Eddie huffs. “Can you please be nice?”

Sophia makes a frustrated noise. “Yes. I’m a veterinarian.”

“That’s uh… That’s super cool,” Buck says. 

“Yep,” she replies.

“Hey, uh, did I do something?” Buck asks. “Because I know why your sister and I maybe got off on the wrong foot, but you and I-”

“It’s not you. You’re fine,” she cuts him off. “I don’t care… I mean, happy for you and Eddie, or whatever.”

“This is really cool and chill,” Adriana mumbles. 

“What does that mean?” Eddie asks.

“It’s nothing, Eddie. Don’t worry about it.”

“No,” Eddie shifts his body to turn and look at her. “It obviously means something, Soph. So just say it.”

She rolls her eyes. Buck thinks her expression sort of reminds him of Christopher’s, when he’s fed up or annoyed. She’s so familiar, for someone who is more or less a stranger. 

“Fine, Eddie,” she snaps. “Fine. You want to know why I’m being pissy with your boyfriend?”

“We haven’t actually labeled it,” Buck whispers. “But I’m cool with that if you are.”

Eddie doesn’t seem to hear this.

“Obviously or I wouldn’t ask!” He fires back.

“How long did you know what was going on with our baby sister before you told me?” Sophia snaps. “After all I went through looking for her!”

“I didn’t even know,” Eddie defends himself. “It was a hunch.”

“Well, you told someone else before you told me! And I’m sure you’re great, Buck. You seem fine. But you shouldn’t have seen my sister before me. You shouldn’t have known what happened to her before me.”

“My god, Soph,” Adriana sighs. 

“No, my god!” She snaps. “You have no idea what it was like, not knowing! It drove me crazy!”

“I’m sorry,” Adriana says. “But that’s not Eddie’s fault. Or Buck’s.”

---

96 for ⚖️ (Buck especially needs blankets and soup!)

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“The stories differ,” the officer says. 

“SHE STABBED ME WITH HER CAR KEYS,” the woman shrieks. 

“Ma’am, we’d like to take a look at your wounds,” Eddie says patiently. “Would you come to the ambulance with us so we can treat those?”

“Finally, someone who knows what the hell they’re doing,” the woman snaps. 

The officer refrains from rolling his eyes, but Buck can see it’s a struggle. He guides her over to the ambulance behind Buck and Eddie. She sits down on the open back and Eddie inspects her injuries while Buck hands him supplies from the med kit. 

“These don’t look too deep,” Eddie tells her, checking over the wounds on her arms and torso. “I’m just going to clean and bandage them before you head out, okay?” 

“Head out?” The woman asks. “Head out to where?”

“I’ll need to bring you back to the station to answer some questions,” the officer says. “File a proper report about what happened here today.”

At that moment, Bobby walks over from Chim and Hen, who seem to have their situation under control, to here, just as the woman is growing increasingly exasperated.

“No!” She screeches. “No, you can’t take me to the station, I don’t want to go!”

“Ma’am, it’s protocol,” the officer says. 

“I won’t go!” She throws up her arms, jolting Eddie’s hands as he tries to clean her wounds. 

“Hey, uh, it-it really helps my co-worker if you keep still while he works,” Buck tries. 

She completely ignores him.

“I will not go! You cannot make me!” She continues to protest, gesticulating wildly. Eddie has to move back to avoid getting accidentally smacked. 

“Everything okay here?” Bobby asks, frowning. Like he can see a situation unfolding.  

“I’m not going back to jail!” The woman cries. 

“Back?” Eddie echoes.

“No one said anything about jail, Ma’am,” the officer says. “We just need to take your statement and get some information-”

“No!” She yelps. She stands suddenly, darting out and away from Eddie.

“Wait!” The officer calls. “You can’t just-”

But the woman is trying to make a break for it. Buck and the officer start in her direction, but Bobby is closer. He manages to intercept her, stepping in her way and grabbing her arm. 

“LET GO OF ME!” She shrieks. 

Bobby keeps a firm hold on her. “Now you need to calm-”

He’s cut off by the woman reaching into the pocket of her jacket, pulling something out that Buck can’t quite see, and thrusting it into Bobby’s abdomen. Bobby’s breath catches. His eyes widen with a pained expression. 

“BOBBY!” Buck shouts, sprinting for him. 

He stops short, Eddie grabbing the back of his shirt, when the officer draws his gun and points it at the woman. 

⚖️

An hour later, the woman - Carol, it turns out, her name is - has been arrested, and Buck is waiting in the ER. 

She stabbed Bobby with a pen. Hard enough to cause damage, but not sharp enough to kill him. Still, there was a lot of blood. And Bobby paled so much he passed out briefly in the ambulance. It’s not a blade wound. It’s not like the time Buck found Chim bleeding on the cobblestones out front Maddie’s apartment. But it’s not good. Not at all. 

“He’s not going to die,” Hen says firmly in the waiting room. She still needs to wash Bobby’s blood from under her fingernails. “We’ve all survived way worse than this, right? He’s going to be just fine.”

And Buck knows she’s probably right. She usually is, for one thing. For another, Buck knows it’s not the worst injury anyone has ever sustained. Bobby will get it cleaned and patched up and he’ll be just fine. 

But Buck is still furious. He has anger curling in him, tight and hot. Ready to burst at a moment’s notice. 

When Athena shows up, worried and just as angry as Buck that this has happened, she fills them in on what happened. The pieces they missed.

“The two women who were initially attacked, Carol Brandt and her sister, Vanessa, were visiting on a trip from Utah. Apparently, they’re local leaders in some sort of multi-level marketing scheme. Have been arrested before for an altercation with a former member of their downline. A downline which includes today’s perp, who followed them and confronted them about shady practices.” 

“So Bobby got stabbed over some essential oils?” Buck asks, tone snappish. “That’s what you’re saying?”

“I believe this is protein drinks, but yeah,” Athena confirms, pursing her lips. 

And Buck… He just can’t handle it. 

He stands abruptly, eyes brimming with tears. He feels so tired and frustrated and… And unable to cope. 

“Sorry, Athena,” he mumbles, then he makes a bee-line for the exit. He doesn’t give a reason or excuse. He just needs some air. 

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63 for 🔼 (Haha yeah Eddie and Maddie need to interact, but for now, at least I've got imaginary Shannon & Maddie):

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“You have to talk to her, Dad. Please, you do,” Chris begs. 

“Uh…” Eddie thinks. “What’s the name of the game, Chris?”

There’s a long pause. 

“Why?” 

Ah. He doesn’t want Eddie to know. Well, that’s not lending credibility to his story.

“Because your mom likes to make you happy,” Eddie says. “So if she said no, there’s probably a reason. And I’m wondering if that reason maybe has something to do with the game’s rating.”

Another long pause. His eyes are downturned. 

“Christopher,” Eddie presses. “What is the game rated?”

“M,” Chris admits finally. “But only because-”

“Yeah, see. No,” Eddie says. “Your mom is absolutely right, Chris. You are too young to be playing a game with that rating.”

“But, Dad-”

“No buts, Chris. It’s inappropriate. End of story.”

Christopher’s expression twists with fury. He’s mad mad. Well, tough. Shannon was right. Eddie isn’t going to undermine her or let his kid play some traumatizing, violent game at his age. 

“I’m sorry it’s disappointing,” Eddie says. “I know you miss your friends.”

“It’s not fair!” Chris protests. “I don’t get to do anything with anyone. Not even you!”

Eddie’s heart hurts for his son. Here he is frustrated by too much time with his friends, while Chris is over there lonely. Sure, he’s got his mom. And he’s got his sister. But what good company is a baby, really? He’s needing something he can’t get right now, and it’s no one’s fault. It’s just the world right now.

“Chris, I know this is really hard-”

“No! You don’t!” Chris interrupts. “You get to be with Buck and do things every day!” 

Eddie sighs. “I know. I know it isn’t fair.”

“No, you don’t,” Chris grumbles. And then, without even saying goodbye, Chris hangs up the phone. 

Shit. 

◀️

Shannon can hear Chris call Eddie. Despite saying she would talk to him. Whatever. He’s allowed to call his father. Just… It feels underhanded, right? Trying to convince Eddie to make the opposite decision to hers without talking to her. She’s mad. 

[olorinscombatboots]

JUST ABSOLUTELY GUT ME ON A PERFECTLY PEACEFUL MORNING WHY DONT U???

celegorm has always pretty decidedly been my least favorite fëanorian (re: lúthien) so much so that i kind of define him by that. which i realize is a bit hypocritical because i will defend maedhros and maglor and fëanor with my life despite their many crimes, because of their grief and desperation and who they were outside of those crimes.

but now u got me thinking about celegorm... and how the same grief and desperation would apply to him too. if the kinslayings aren't the first thing i think of when it comes to the rest of the fëanorians, if i can see logically how they were broken down and driven to that point in spite of being, from my perspective, whole and genuine people before all that, how can i turn around and look at tyelko and say "ah yes, the bitch who kidnapped lúthien, what a complete snake he must have been" and give him Zero further thought??

cause yeah, kidnapping lúthien is a snake move, just like kinslaying is actually super fucked up. but if the fëanorians weren't always fucked up kinslayers, tyelko wasn't always a lúthien-kidnapping snake, he had to have somehow fallen to that point.

of Course tyelko was something before lúthien. of Course he was full of life and love like the rest of his family, and had it leeched out of him by the pain of the oath and the guilt of what it had Already made him do.

he was basically joined at the hip with curvo. he used to be an honored follower of oromë. he was originally on great terms with finrod, showing friendship to him in every need, a friendship that was only broken because of that motherfucking oath. the lúthien thing is Icky, but how much of it had genuinely icky motivations, and how much was motivated by the political advantage she could give him, an advantage that might help him finally, finally fulfill the oath. tyelko and curvo only get Really Ridiculous in their later encounter with beren and lúthien, after they had lost finrod and tyelpe refused to leave nargothrond with them. if i can say "yeah fëanors grief for finwë obviously put him in a volatile mental state and would somewhat explain the oath and the first kinslaying" then i should also acknowledge that tyelko and curvo were in an At Least Equally volatile mental state by this point, after losing finrod and tyelpe and any hope of help from nargothrond OR doriath. and the result of the lúthien situation being tyelko's loss of huan, his last connection to oromë, had to have fucked him up even more, made him double down, re: "im gonna kill thingol if its the last thing i do" and the second kinslaying.

but tyelko was more than that, in the beginning, just like the rest of his family. and, just like his family, he was motivated by a sick twisting of his love and loyalty. it actually hurts me now to think of him dying at dior's hand, and i wonder if as he died he felt the same horror and grief maedhros and maglor would feel when the silmarils burned their hands.

my deepest and sincerest apologies to turcafinwë tyelkormo fëanorion. you were never as damned as i thought you were.

Celegorm Headcanons because he interests me

He's never had a plan ever, he's pure impulse and instinct which leads to most of the problems he's had.

He and Aredhel were good friends in Valinor, he taught her how to shoot, she taught him about horses. they had a treehouse they built together that supposedly no one else knew about (both of their mothers visit it when they start to miss them too much)

He was a leash kid, Fëanor tried the whole we aren't putting my child on a leash speech, but it became pretty clear it was the only way to keep track of him in a crowd.

He raised tadpoles, bunnies, little birds, anything that he felt had been abandoned by it's caretaker, he raised them with a patience and a tenderness otherwise out of character.

He met Orome when he was ten, he'd wandered out into the forest and been lost there for three days, the Vala had handed him a bow and placed him on the back of a massive hound. when the search party had returned exhausted and defeated, they had found the little boy fast asleep curled around the bow the way another child might cuddle a toy, his head cushioned on an equally asleep absolutely giant dog.

He kept Maglor moving when he was regent, he had neither the patience or sympathy to let him drown, he needed to stay alive, their people needed to stay alive, they had no room for grief or failure.

After the oath the place in his heart that had once served Oromë became a hole, it grew and grew, until it completely consumed him, all of his brothers felt the loss of the connection to the Valar overtime but he felt it first, it drove him mad first.

Maedhros didn't let him out of his reach after Luthien, everything he did was monitored everything he said reported, this the confinement, being back on a leash pushed him over the edge.

He's actually awful at swordsmanship, every bit as bad with a sword as he is good with a bow and arrow, he can never figure out where to put his feet.

He was still alive when Maedhros found him after Doriath, he told him the about his people taking Elured and Elurin with his last breath. Maedhros held him a little longer than he should've given the situation (Maglor sat with him until long past him going fully cold)

[somegirlontheinternet135]

GOOD MORNING- AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!

✨ I'm back✨

And in a big way too!

I admit, I haven't been able to post a lot recently(school and life had been kicking my ass recently-) Issues arising from my personal and social life made it hard to keep afloat; but within the darkness, there is always light, and that came to me in the greatest way to start the new year! For those new here, I've made it clear that Shadow Milk was my favorite💕 out of the beasts! So knowing he'll be playable soon brings me such joy! That being said, they DID NOT DISAPPOINT with this teaser! The visuals. The animation. The VA Shadow Milk just absolutely killing it as always!? I'M-

Sigh. . .

Safe to say, I'm pretty excited for this update! And I can't wait for what's to come! Like. SERIOUSLY. I CAN'T WAIT WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT'S COMING OUT IN 5 DAYS!? GIVE IT TO ME! GIVE ME MY SILLY JESTER NOW!!!! GIVE ME-

Ahem. . . Anyways. . .

Let's get to the fun part: the predictions✨

We can all the ancients go to the beasts' respective areas for a reason(Dark Cacao wanted to confront the one responsible for causing the plague, Golden Cheese gets kidnapped, etc) Things get slightly easier given Pure Vanilla and friends are already in Beast Yeast. With Shadow Milk in case, it's likely that he'll trick the group into going into his domain, trapping them; how exactly this'll play out, there's a good idea but it's kinda outlandish. Remember the dough baby they found? the baby born from DE's lab? And the same baby that gets sent to the Cookie Kingdom? Well since I don't know the exact timeframe of when the update happens, it's a possibility that this update takes place after they've just found the baby. Which paints another possibility of Shadow Milk taking full advantage of the situation, taking the baby & bolting, causing the main gang to give chase. A cat-and-mouse game that leads them to a trap

Given the imagery we see in the teaser, it's not unlikely for Pure Vanilla to have a breakdown of sorts somewhere in the story. This is further shown in the new teaser we got (yes I'm slow tf- I'll be linking it here tho✨) showing from Pure Vanilla in the tarot card, "The tower". . . Falling from it. . . Oh no. . . And with White Lily gone, he's definitely screwed(rip PV TwT)

Speaking of White Lily, it would be a crime the biggest elephant in the room in the teaser! White Lily disappears halfway through the trailer, and the most logical thing is that White Lily was captured by Shadow Milk, till you remember a crucial thing, it's a game. Yes, this may be me reading into the title of all things, but it's not too far off from what we see with Shadow Milk, he's one to play with his food, torment his victim, and what way to do that than with a game, and when there's games, there's eliminations. I believe that during the story, each of the gang will be "eliminated" one by one, leaving Pure Vanilla as the last one standing. As a plus, games also come with prizes, what's a better prize than the baby Shadow Milk stole?

Last but not least is the star of the show himself, Shadow Milk, of course as the main villain, we'll get many great moments from him, including moments of comedy! It's likely we'll get some fourth wall breaks, maybe some out-of-context jokes. I'm personally hoping for a musical number because a Shadow Milk villain song is overdue!

And that's all I got unfortunately TwT I'm sorry I couldn't give you more and I'm sorry I haven't been able to post! Life has been so consumed and a moment of peace feels short. But now that it's a new year, I have so many new opportunities, and I hope this year will be a chance for new changes! May everyone's new year bring about new hope and prosperity!✨🎉🎊

Be on the lookout for my other projects

And as always, stay tuned!^^✨

[thedrotter]

re:kinder doodle dump part three !!! drawings with wildly different moods www they are more polished ans complete than my other doodles because. why not🥺!!!

[tj-crochets]

No crafting update today, because I did a bunch of cleaning, ran some errands (had to mail some stuff and get a replacement headset for work because mine spontaneously separated into two pieces yesterday) and now I'm making chicken and dumplings for dinner So like, got a lot done, but absolutely none of it craft related and I'm really pushing my limits physical spoons-wise (in that my POTS is flaring up not in that I used all the actual spoons cooking lol) I have a really really cool art trade thing to show y'all but it has to wait until I can take photos, so that'll be later today or maybe tomorrow

[neverendingford]

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[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

Guess who might have 🎶whooping cough🎶

[prettycottagequeer]

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[stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale]

Shit like that is why Tangerine should've stayed in Ericson! She must take care of her leg but nooooooo! People in Ericson was mean to me :'(! I'm not surprised she caught a fever considering she's ignoring her wound. Sorry for sounding so bitter.

It's a big issue with the "Clementine left Ericson willingly" plot point in this trilogy. Aside from it just being out of character for her based on what we see in TWDG, it lessens the amount of sympathy we're willing to give as readers.

If she was forced to leave Ericson, whether because they kicked her out or it was under attack, she would have no choice. She'd have to leave, and then these situations wouldn't feel like her fault, y'know? You're more likely to see her suffer, fall down, or get an infection, and feel bad because it's not her fault, she was dealt a shitty hand.

But this angle of her leaving because she was unhappy or because she felt like a burden... she still left the safety of place where she could've properly healed from an amputation. Losing her leg isn't just another injury you can be like, "Oh just keep off it, it'll heal." That's a lot of healing and physical/emotional trauma to get through and she would've had a better chance of it if she stayed with AJ and Ericson.

Since she left, we're kinda just sitting here saying, "Yeah, Clementine... you have to take care of your leg. You have to wash it. You can't be running around on it all the time while it's still healing. You're going to be more prone to infection, and in the zombie apocalypse, that's super not great. What were you thinking? You should have stayed at Ericson. You should not be here at this ski lodge or running through the woods."

A lot of problems with the story and characterization stem from that decision and unfortunately, it's weakening the story.

[cuteniaarts]

Fanny, my sweet, beautiful girl

17.11.2012 – 14.04.2019