#cuz I’m probably going back to school next year

[reamed]

I’m dying to be unemployed bro

[disengaged]

i wanna live on my own again …. i’m so ready to put my books on a shelf and my clothes in a closet

[corroded-hellfire]

With Eliza at school and Luke nervous about a little girl a thought came to me.

How would Eddie react when Eliza came home and I just talked about a boy giving her things, like a picture of them holding hands?

And Luke talking to reader, asking how her dad made her fall in love with him.

Obviously you don't have to do this if you don't want to.

I love you.

This request just seemed like the perfect one for @munson-blurbs and me to write for Valentine's Day. I hope you enjoy and that Cupid shoots all of you in your wonderful butts with an arrow 💘

Warnings: smut, oral, f receiving, male masturbation, pregnant!reader, older!eddie

Words: 2.6k

[As You Wish masterlist]

Little Eliza Munson slides her glittery green Little Mermaid backpack off and sets it down on the coffee table in the living room. Her small Mary Janes had been kicked off near the front door and now she tucks her pink sock-clad feet beneath her as she unzips the bag. 

First out comes the folder that her homework is always secured safely inside. Keeping with the theme of Disney Princesses, a smiling Mulan stares up at Eliza as she opens the folder. Before she can get to her homework though, a drawing slips out and floats down onto the carpet next to her. Heaving a sigh and rolling her brown doe eyes in annoyance, she snaps the folder closed as Luke traipses into the room.

Drawings weren’t uncommon in the Munson household. In fact, there was probably a drawing from every member of the family hanging on the over-crowded fridge. But as Luke glimpsed this slightly crumpled paper next to his sister on the navy carpet, he knew he didn’t recognize the style—or lack thereof—from anyone in the house. 

“Liza, whatcha got?” he asks his sister. 

“A drawing from my boyfriend,” Eliza replies, nonchalantly. 

A loud bang and a murmured “shit” from the kitchen has Luke snorting in amusement at what was obviously their dad’s reaction to Eliza’s little announcement. 

“Oooh, Liza likes a boooooy!” Luke teases as he walks over towards her. He bends over to pick the drawing up, but Eliza snatches it and slams it down on the table in front of her before he can. 

The little girl wrinkles her nose in disgust. “Ew, no! I don’t like him. He’s always eating sand from the sandbox.”

Ryan pokes his head in from the kitchen, his mouth full of food like he hasn’t eaten in days. “Hey, Luke used to do that.” He strolls over to his siblings. Luke glares at his older brother as he continues speaking. “When did you finally stop? Last month, right?” Eliza giggles and it diverts Ryan’s attention back to her. “Then why is he your boyfriend if you don’t like him?” The oldest Munson sibling takes a seat down on the floor next to the little girl. He tilts his head as he inspects the drawing the boy made for her. Ryan is able to make out that it’s supposed to be Eliza holding someone’s hand—presumably the boy who drew it. The little hearts around their heads in reds, pinks, and purples add the final touch.

Eliza shrugs. “Cuz he said so.”

“Who said what?” Eddie asks as he comes into the living room. He’s caught wind of what’s going on from being just on the other side of the wall in the kitchen, but he doesn’t wanna come in ready to send this four-year-old boy with a crush on his daughter to Siberia. “Please don’t tell me you listened to Luke again. Didn’t you learn your lesson when we had to unglue those shoes from your feet?”

Luke throws his arms in the air. “Why am I being attacked like this today? You know what, I’m going to find the one person in this family who actually likes me.”

Ryan smirks to himself and can’t help adding, “Wormy Munson died when you were four, dude. He’s long gone.”

Luke flips him the bird as he walks out of the room. Eddie crouches down and looks over the drawing with Ryan when Luke returns with you in tow. 

“It’s them,” Luke says in a whiney voice, pointing to his older brother and father.

You sigh and shake your head as you rest your hand on your swollen belly. “Why are you all picking on my son?” You wrap your arms around Luke the best you can in your heavily pregnant state and press a kiss to the side of his head. “My little angel did nothing wrong.”

“Yeah,” Luke adds petulantly, and it transports you back to when he was five. Ryan rolls his eyes and Eddie lets out a bark of laughter. Even Eliza isn’t buying it. Luke pretends to recover from his ordeal and turns to the little girl. “Okay, Eliza,” he says to his sister, “tell Mom what you just told us.”

“My boyfriend drawed me a picture, but he’s gross and I don’t like him.”

“He’s only her boyfriend because he said he was,” Ryan tells you. 

“Honey,” you say with a soft sigh, “if you don’t like someone, you can say ‘no, thank you.’”

“And if he doesn’t listen, you can always hit him with the one-two.” Luke demonstrates by punching the air. 

Eddie shakes his head and waves his hands in front of him. “Absolutely not.” You breathe a sigh of relief that he’s putting an end to Luke’s bad advice until he says, “you gotta kick, too. Aim for the—”

“Okay, that’s enough violence for our four-year-old, thank you very much.” You waddle your way into the kitchen and open the cupboard to find one of the few boxes that haven’t been ravaged by teenage boys. “Who wants fruit snacks?”

“Not Liza’s boyfriend,” Ryan snickers. “He’s still full from all the sand.”

Luke looks at you for a moment but doesn’t speak until you’ve handed a pouch of fruit snacks to Eliza. “Was Dad your first boyfriend?”

Eddie wraps his arms around your growing middle. “No, but I was her last,” he teases, kissing your cheek with an exaggerated mwah!

The boys mirror each other with their grossed-out faces. Luke shakes it off though and playfully nudges his father out of the way with his shoulder.

“So then how did he make you fall in love with him instead of with another boy?” he asks. 

An instinct is telling you that there’s more behind this line of questioning than simple curiosity of your and Eddie’s relationship, but you know better than to pry in front of his siblings—or his dad, for that matter. 

Taking advantage of the others being occupied by the snack, you tug Luke towards the front of the living room and plop down on a couch with him. You’re facing him as much as you can with a seven-month pregnant belly, adjusting to a comfortable position.  

“So, what do you want to know?” you start off asking Luke, keeping your eagerness to a minimum. The last thing you want to do is scare him away by seeming too excited. 

“Well, like…” Luke looks down and picks at a loose thread on his sock. “What made you want to be with dad? Like, you were in college when you two met. There were all those college guys, but you wanted dad. Why? What did he do to…get your attention, I guess?”

Your memory flashes back to when you first met Eddie. It feels like you’re watching a mini movie in your brain about how the two of you ended up together, a reel that wouldn’t be allowed on cable TV. The story isn’t exactly something you want to tell your son, so you comb through to find the bits that can be given as advice. 

“What did he do to get my attention?” You shrug and shake your head. “There wasn’t something he specifically did that made me want to be with him. It was a bunch of things that make up who he is. The first thing that caught my attention though was seeing how great of a dad he is to you two boys. You guys just adored him, and he’d do anything for you. It melted my heart.”

Luke chews on his lower lip as he considers your words. “So, there wasn’t something that he…bought you or anything?” He scrunches up his nose in contemplation. 

“Luke,” you say with a kind chuckle. “You can’t buy someone’s affection.” When he stays silent, you decide to press your luck. “Is there any particular reason you’re asking?”

His cheeks go pink; it makes you think how bashfulness is an odd look on the boy who is seemingly unfazed by everything. 

“There’s, um, this girl at school. And I was gonna ask her to the Valentine’s dance, but I don’t wanna look like an idiot.”

You smile. Mystery solved. Honestly, you should have known that Luke would be experiencing these kinds of feelings sooner rather than later. “Part of liking someone is taking that risk,” you tell him. “Although I highly doubt you’ll look like an idiot.”

“Yeah, I guess.” He shrugs, not fully satisfied with that response. “I just don’t wanna do too much, but I also don’t wanna do too little.”

The gift question makes more sense now. Usually, Luke’s gift-giving was reserved for birthdays or bribery, but it looks like he was making an exception to the rule. 

“Well, maybe you could get her a rose? Just one, not a whole bouquet,” you suggest. “And then you can ask her to the dance.”

“You think that will work?” Luke asks, a nervous quiver in his voice. 

It breaks your heart to see him this anxious, and you wish you could make certain that his plan will be successful. 

“Since I don’t know this girl, all I can say is that it should work. And if it doesn’t, she’s not worth your time because she doesn’t realize how thoughtful and caring you are.” You think for a second and then add, “not to mention hilarious.”

“And devastatingly handsome,” he quips with a straight face, making you giggle.

“Of course, that too.”

Your youngest son stands up from the couch and presses a kiss to the top of your hair. Pregnancy hormones have you tearing up as you remember when you used to do that to him. 

“Thanks, Ma.”

Luke helps you off the couch and as you walk closer to the kitchen you can hear your husband and daughter conversing. 

Eddie stands in front of Eliza with a serious expression. “Now, what do we tell boys we don’t like when they like you?”

“No, thanks!”

“Right!” He offers her his hand, and she slaps him five. “And now what do we tell boys if you do like them?”

Eliza thinks for a moment before remembering the answer. “I got a tall Daddy and crazy big brothers.”

“That’s my girl!”

Luke walks past and chimes in. “Tell them one of your brothers went insane from scurvy. Like it seeped into his brain and turned him into a flesh-eating zombie.”

The little girl makes a grossed-out face, giggling when Eddie gently slaps him upside the head. As if wanting to join in, you feel a kick from within your belly. 

“You wanna know how I snagged this gorgeous lady?” Eddie puts an arm around you and looks at Luke. “Turned on the ol’ Munson charm. It’s irresistible.” 

The comment about his irresistible charm plays on a loop all evening. Once the kids go to bed, it’s time for you to see if you can whip up some charm of your own. 

While Eddie brushes his teeth, you strip down to nothing. Well, nothing but the necklace he gave you on the night you two first slept together. The night you’d finally felt him inside you after months of using your own fingers and pretending it was him. The night he promised to knock you up with his babies. 

Mission accomplished. 

He walks back into the bedroom, his eyes immediately drawn to the pendant resting between your milk-filled breasts. 

“Jesus, baby.” He practically flies into bed and starts kissing you. His burgeoning erection presses against your thigh through his boxers. 

You tilt your head slightly, so he knows to move his lips to your neck. “Been thinkin’ about you, Eds. How good you treat me, how loved you make me feel…”

Eddie’s fingers find your clit and make precise circular motions. “Always gonna treat you good. Like my goddamn princess.” His mouth finds your collarbone. “The way you look when you’re pregnant…god damn.”

Smiling, you start to push yourself up, but he shakes his head. “I wanna spoil you tonight.” He positions himself between your thighs, licking a gentle stripe up your folds. “Tastes so fuckin’ sweet. Here, see for yourself.” He leans over your stomach and kisses you so you can taste your own arousal on his tongue. 

“‘S all about you tonight,” Eddie promises. He lowers himself back down and buries his nose in your pubic hair. His tongue glides over your clit, softly at first, but gradually increases in pressure. 

“Mhm, y-yes. R-Right there,” you murmur, relishing in the build-up to the stimulation. 

Eddie’s hips rut against the mattress as he wraps his arms around your thighs to pull himself closer to you. The feeling of your fingers tangling in his hair has him surging towards painfully hard. 

The soft moans and whimpers that float from your sweet lips break Eddie’s resolve and he reaches down to wrap a hand around his aching cock. He strokes himself in time with the flicks of his tongue over your aroused clit. 

“Eddie…Eddie—oh!” You throw your head back against the pillows. A pleasant warmth grows within you and it has you arching your back, legs tightening around your husband’s head. 

“Gonna cum,” you whimper.

“That’s my girl,” Eddie says against your dripping, throbbing pussy. “Cum for me, princess.”

Sparks dance in your vision as your orgasm breaks over you. It makes its way throughout your body, curling into every corner until it feels the absolute euphoria that Eddie brought you. 

Trying to catch your breath, you watch with dark eyes as Eddie pushes himself up to his knees. You know what he wants, so you lay down as flat as you can so it’s easier for him to crawl over you. 

Eddie’s still fisting his cock, the tip angry and leaking precum. He manages to straddle your body and braces himself with one hand pressed on the mattress right beside your head. His other hand works over his cock until the rhythm becomes erratic—your husband’s telltale sign that he’s about to cum. You only encourage this by arching your back and presenting your enlarged breasts and rounded stomach to him. 

With one final growl, Eddie releases over your bare skin. You watch as the pearly white lines make patterns across your belly with each pump of his fist over his cock. There’s so much and you love it. 

Once he’s finally spent, Eddie collapses down on the bed next to you. You miss when he’d just fall down onto you after sex, but the growing in your womb has put a pin in that for the time being. 

Neither you nor Eddie want to clean his cum from your body, but Eddie grabs his boxers and takes his time in cleaning you. If he went over your nipples more than once or maybe give a tit a squeeze here and there, what of it?

After a few attempts, you manage to roll onto your side so you’re lying face to face with your husband. He leans in closer and gently presses his nose against yours. 

“You always make me feel so good,” you say softly.

Eddie smiles and it makes your heart kick up. That smile will never lose its magic. 

“The pleasure is all mine,” Eddie replies sleepily. 

You lean in the last few inches and press your lips against Eddie’s. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby,” you say.

“It’s not Valentine's Day yet,” Eddie says with a soft chuckle. 

“True,” you say as you curl up into his chest. “But I don’t need that day to tell you and show you how much I love you.”

“You’re right, sweetheart.” Eddie smiles and presses a kiss to the top of your head. “You’re my Valentine every day.” 

[moneymartin]

PLEASE PLEASE do a kate martin fic where the reader is her ex and they cannot stay away from each other. like “uh oh” by tate mcrae PLEASE

・❥・- favorite bad decision

summary: you see kate at a practice after the two of you split

warnings: nfsw mdni. 18+ as fawk! but the smut is kinda short sozzzz

rpf. don’t read it if you don’t feel comfortable

a/n: i’m negl all my kate fics are fluffy cause i cannot see myself writing smut. (but i try to deliver so this sucks cuz i got a lil uncomfy) 😭 also i’m sorry for lacking on my writing im so stressed w all these exams im taking and some family problems. this also might go off track cause i wrote this half asleep 😕 didn’t know how to end this one too

stars are the skips :)

it’s been 5 months. 5 stupid months since that relationship you refused to let go ended. you couldn’t believe it either when your girlfriend suddenly said “we need to breakup.”. she never told you why, despite the multiple calls and texts you sent when she left the morning after that were begging for her to come back or at least explain why she felt that way.

you felt like absolute shit.

it was a long relationship, your longest one too. it was the fact you believed it would last forever. you wished for it to last when you saw those repeated numbers and whenever a star dotted across the sky. you believed in those silly little things, but you only believed in them for this stupid 1.5 year period.

everything felt like it had been going your way during those times. you felt alive again after meeting kate. she was the definition of a literal ball of sunshine when it came to you. constantly bringing you to her basketball games, showing you off to her friends and teammates, introducing you to her family. things were great. the feeling was refreshing, especially after being in probably the worst relationship of your life.

a guy played you behind your back so many times and you were unable to figure out yourself. the second you did, you didn’t even know why or what to do. you struggled with school from the thought of never finding out what he thought was weird about you or why he even considered doing that in the first place. you treated him like he was the best boyfriend in the world!

then kate had dug you out of a hole you thought you’d never have the guts or the fucking courage to get out of.

“there’s nothing wrong with you trying to get your mind off of it y’know.” jada says. shes been helping you cope with this thing even though her and kate are the closest people ever. she’d never tell a single soul anything you always talk to her about. “coming to our last game in carver won’t be that bad!”

“yeah, not so bad until i see kate! you know how i feel about her, jades. it hurts.” you murmur and swipe the back of your hand against your face. there’s a painful feeling at the bottom of your stomach and it makes your skin crawl uncomfortably. “i’m not going and there’s nothing you can do to change my mind.”

jada’s face contorts into a half smile when she hears the way you talk about the whole shebang. she knows you that still can’t let it go, and she wishes so badly that you could let kate go. “right.” she breathes out and grinds her teeth together. “you don’t need to come.”

but you do anyways.

you sat there at court side awkwardly, watching the hawkeyes train before their final home game. you only saw caitlin, hannah, gabbie, syd, and kylie. jada was sitting next to you and cheering on her teammates. thankfully, you didn’t spot kate anywhere close or on the court at all.

until you fucking did.

kate walked in through the tunnel and dropped her gym bag on the floor, a loud thud echoing through the arena. she had her hair up in that same stupid braid, that same stupid smirk on her face, and that same stupid look in her eyes. you hated her so fucking much and you hated the fact that you couldn’t stop thinking about her no matter how hard you tried to.

that churn in the stomach made you feel like you had level 1000 cramps, but it was just that feeling you got when you felt absolutely sick to the core. sick because you didn’t know what, or how to feel after seeing kate again. it was the shitty feeling of not knowing why she even chose to leave you in the first place. it was the feeling of frustration when you saw her smile again. the feeling of confusion rushing back to you. you felt like a small child getting yelled at when she broke up with you, it was when nothing made sense at all to you. when you didn’t get the answer you wanted after multiple tries of begging for it.

you didn’t understand it, and you still don’t.

“you alright?” jada snaps you out of whatever the hell you were thinking about and you jump slightly, eyes diverting away from kate. “yeah, why wouldn’t i be?” you huff and smile with your teeth out. your body starts to grow numb and you feel as if you can’t breathe as well as you normally would, which jada notices. she grabs your shoulders tightly and places her palm on the side of your face to move your head towards hers. she knows you’re staring at kate. “you’re not fine.”

thanks captain obvious.

“yeah, obviously not!!!” you blurt out way too loud. it makes everything and everyone around you stop. the sound of the balls dribbling against the floor and the continuous chatter around you just stops. everything is silent and you know that its because of you. your face flushes at the embarrassment you feel and you step off onto the court, walking towards the exit. the sound of footsteps follow you and you don’t even have the guts to turn around. it seriously feels like you’re about to get completely flamed for acting out at a clear statement about what you felt.

but it’s not jada. or caitlin. it’s fucking kate.

a wave of anger and bitterness rushes through you like no other, and you can’t tell whether to be upset or nervous about this little interaction. you still love kate and you know that. “you like to yell, huh?” she chuckles and pushes your shoulder lightly. when her hand touches you, you don’t move away and just let her do it.

“lighten up, will ya?” kate’s lips curl up into the damn smirk again and she looks at you with those eyes. the eyes that she knows you can’t say no to, the eyes that got you hooked in the first place. “i missed when you acted up like that, to be honest.”

you’ve missed her touch so badly, but you just can’t admit it.

there’s a lot of things you acknowledge in life. things that you know. you know whats right and wrong when it comes to decisions and when it comes to certain things like seeing people you know you aren’t supposed to.

but you know that this is right. it always has been.

promises are always broken too, and this was one you swore you’d never break. it was hard, especially because kate was the hottest fucking person on the planet. saying ‘no’ to her was practically impossible. she asked you to come over after the game and you happily complied. which was a horrible idea.

“you’re such a fuckin’… asshole.” you whine out and let out a bated breath. your body shivers when kate’s fingers run up and down underneath your shirt and when her breath hits your sopping core. she’s in between your legs and eating you out like a madwoman. your head falls back into her pillows, fingers gripping tight at the roots of her hair and the bedsheets on the side of your body. “am i?” she mumbles, sending vibrations through your body that you haven’t felt in months.

that feeling is so good. and you know it. you missed it when kate acted up too. seeing her all tough on the court made something reignite in your stomach again, and it exploded when you saw her in the locker rooms. you literally dragged her out of there while she was in the middle of a conversation with addi and into your car. you couldn’t even wait before your lips were eagerly on hers and her hands were roaming in all the right places.

“yeah, you are. you fucking bitch…..” your voice goes up an octave the moment kate licks a stripe up your pussy and starts leaving hickeys around your thighs and stomach. “i tried ignoring you when i saw you at the club last week. all i wanted to do was jump into your arms and kiss your face off.” you admit awkwardly and let out a quiet cry the moment your stomach turns into knots. you’re close and she can feel it, her head diving down again while you absentmindedly hump at her face.

“shit!” you whimper and prop your head up, watching kate lap up every last drop of your cum. “i got you, baby,” she breathes out heavily onto your stomach. her breath is warm and she presses her cheek up against it when she feels your legs shake. her thumb rubs your sides and she looks up at you, rising up slightly and keeping herself steady with her hands. yours grabbing at her shoulders. when she keeps herself up you can feel her arms bulging underneath her shirt and she leans in. “mmf.. that’s my girl.”

her tongue swirls around yours, making you taste yourself all the way before the moment turns over quickly. “mhm..” you hum and slide your hands down her arms to get a feel again. the second you pull away, kate’s eyes go from feral to soft. she leans back and searches around on her floor, picking up your undergarments and sliding them on for you. “it’s okay.” she smiles and moves her head towards you. kate rests her head on your chest, chin in between and her arms around your stomach while your fingers cup her face.

you’re never gonna be able to stop forgiving her if she keeps doing this to you. and you know it.

[kthecutest]

hi yūka! i hope you're doing fine ♡ could i request a headcanon about husband!k? soft and hard thoughts if possible 🤭 thank you!

·͙̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥̩̩̥͙　✩　̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥̩̩͙‧͙　Husband ! Kei　.·͙̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥̩̩̥͙　‪♡　̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥̩̩͙‧͙ .

Pairing : Husband!k x Wife!f!reader Genre : SFW & NSFW (づ ᴗ _ᴗ)づ 🥕 A/N ೃ⁀➷ New Year gift for my lovelies ₊˚⊹♡

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Soft Thoughts °𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊

Morning Routines : First of all, let’s start with morning routines. Before you both decided to tie the knot, Ej always warned you, “Gurlie, if you get married to this man, the job of waking him in the morning – it’s yours now” and well you never took it seriously. Until now that is, “Kei! C’mon! wake uppp! Your manager is blowing up the phoneee!!!” your yelling is doing barely any damage to your half-asleep husband who’s still squirming and fidgeting around in his bed. “Honey.. five more..” – “no no! No five more! Wake uppp you sleepy head!” Probably would have to drag Kei’s huge frame straight out of bed and push him into the bathroom, shoving a toothbrush into his mouth.

Clingy Texts : And then there’s the ‘sending you texts 24/7’ phrase that your husband has started since your dating days. You’re on your laptop, not that you’re focused or anything but obviously! You cannot focus at all – when your phone’s notis kept blowing up non-stop. And you know who it is – no hints needed – “Babyy, have you had your lunch? – Kei” – “Hun, how’s the work going? Missinggg you – Kei” And you can’t even complain honestly cuz he’s just the absolute sweetest to the point that you’d melt just looking at Kei’s messages. No matter how busy he is, he always texts you, and no matter how busy you are, you check and reply to his messages without being annoyed even for a bit. Your husband may not be the most expressive when in the eyes of the public, but you know more than anyone else how much this man treasures you.

Back from Work : Then, there’s the clingy big baby phase of Kei as soon as he gets back home and gets to cling onto his wife. “Loveee! Guess who’s back!”, you’re already waiting at the front door with your arms out, ready to give your beloved husband a warm welcoming hug. Kei would run into your arms immediately even picking you up into the air with his arms alone at times cuz your huge husband just can’t control his strength. “Eww.. you better take a shower before you come to bed”, obviously you were holding back your laughter trying to act tough and strict with him especially when he gives you those puppy doe eyes. “Awwe I see I see my baby doesn’t like me being sweaty, butttt….” – “buttt…?” – “You’re coming with me AHA!”, yeet, up you go on his shoulder and you bet you’re gonna have to spend at least an hour in the shower again with this big puppy boi who can’t even shower on his own alone without his wife. “Yah!!! Kei! Ughhh!!”, Kei chuckled at your attempt of whines and complaints – I mean after all, if you really hate the idea, why would you wait for him every late evening without taking a shower, obviouslyyy just so you could join him in the shower, mhm mhm definitely can’t be coincidence.

Cooking : Next thing that comes to mind is …. FOOD. Kei just has everything to do with food; it’s either him cooking for you or you’re both in the kitchen with him nagging at your every failed attempt to make a proper dish. Obviously, you knew you could never compete to this mans and his cooking skills. Kei has been a brilliant chef his whole life basically, “At this point, I can’t tell if you’re the wife or I am”, your husband looks at you with a ‘I’m so done’ face. “Hey! No need with the flexs sir, ughhh just how do you make thissss?!!”, Ke would complain, but of course if there was to be someone who would run to your assist in a span of mini-seconds, that’s gotta be him.

Healthy Food : Anddd right, let’s not forget, Kei over here is a fricking DIETISIAN. This mans has been doing researches on healthy food since high school alright, and now that he’s sharing his cozy home with the love of his life, that means…. Shared salad bowls.. yea.. “Love- I know you like being healthy and all, and I know you care for me, buttttt can’t we get fried chicken instead, c’mon plsssss”, your sparkly doe eyes would work in any situation – except this one. “Uh huh, right, nope, hun salads are healthy for you and you’re gonna have it alright, end of discussion”, a salad bowl arrives in front of you available for instant consumption. Your husband just won’tttt let you off when it comes to healthy food mhm.

Exercise : There’s also the other half of the ‘keep his wife healthy’ agenda for Kei, because no matter how busy this poor mans can get, he would drag you out to take a jog with him in the park either in the morning (which rarely happens cuz he cannot wake himself up) and often in the evenings. You’re the type of be on your laptop all day; which your husband does NOT like at all, cuz he wants you to be active and healthy just like him. You’d whine and complain to stay at home cuz you’re too lazy to touch the grass and fresh air outside but it won’t make much of a difference when Kei yeets you up his shoulder and carried your struggling frame out the house. During the jog, you’d even look at Kei with widened eyes like ‘how tf is this mans still jogging faster than you effortlessly after a long day at work!?!?’ – Kei and his monster stamina is just built different.

Dates : You both barely ever get any free moments to go on a full-on date and all, but that doesn’t stop you two from arranging small dates in every given opportunity. Mostly, it’d probably be something like star gazing. It’s 10 p.m.; Kei’s only gotten back home just now, guess he was pulling a longer shift today at the practice room but you’re a bit surprised to find a wide grin plastered across his face instead of his normal whiny and clingy self. “Babe, there’s something I gotta show you”, his tone is excited like no other and he’s practically almost dragging you out the front door, in a rush, at this point. And then you two would end up at a small high-land hill in a pretty quiet park, who would have known, there’s already a cropped picnic blanket set up with a few snacks and cozy blanket. Kei looked at you with a look of nervousness, obviously it wasn’t an actual picnic or a star gaze experience or anything- but poor Kei didn’t have the time to go all out. And well, you notice it. “Baby, it’s amazing! Ah!! I’m so happy!”, giving him a warm reassuring hug. Kei would probably even tear up from your gesture but would end up sniffling and acting all big and touch like “I- I’m not crying! You are.” – with a pout. Gosh who could ever hate him, he’s too precious. You  both would spend the rest of the night tighter, under a night sky full of stars, would probably trace the constellations until you both fell asleep to each other’s voices.

Competition : Whether it’s just a small card game or a game you two have chosen at an arcade, this mans will NOT give in, Kei is probably the most competitive person you’ve seen, and wife or not, mans have no intention to give up his position of first place. You’ll only ever get a small chance of taking the win if you could whine and plead with puppy eyes for the first place from your husband. Obviously, he wouldn’t be passing the thrown in just a few pleads but once you started sniffling, you know for a fact his character’s gonna break. Kei just can’t watch you get hurt in any way or form even worse if it’s coming from him. This factor also adds on to how gentle he would treat his wife when competing against you in games.

Cuddles : Cuddles are random between you two. It could be anywhere, anytime, anyhow. You could literally be busy in the kitchen, cooking up a storm for a plate of dinner, your beloved husband who rushed back home from work early would give you a backhug. “K?! Aish, you should have alerted me love~” You pouted complaining as you kept your hands busy. “Aww but surprises are more fun~” He whined back in response, nuzzling his head on your nape, his hands tightly wrapped around your waist and torso. Sometimes, if it’s not for the case of surprises, it’d be a warm cozy hug you two share on the couch while something plays on the TV or you working on your laptop with a clingy kangaroo stuck to you.

Kisses : Kisses are mostly just friendly pecks on the lips, accompanied by cozy cuddles. Though, sometimes it does get heated pretty quickly, tongues slipping through lips, teeth clashing and all but if you two wanted to put a stop to the situation from escalating, then you could. You and K aren’t some high-school love birds no more and are properly wedded couple so you each are aware of your own self-control. But of course, K always have the upper-hands and at times, your teases would do no damage to him but his teases would get you all riled up.

Hard Thoughts °‪♡⭒๋࣭ ⭑⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊

Kitchen counter : LINK

Visitation hours : LINK

Stress Relief : LINK

Breeding hours : LINK

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[lukeywritesstuff]

Reader has a pregnancy scare over the summer at the lake house and dosent tell Jack at first so he gets mad. He doesn’t really want a child rn but ends up accepting that they will have a baby. But it’s just a scare so their are not going to actually be parents

baby? no baby.

jack hughes x reader

warning: angst, yelling, pregnancy scare, mentions of abortion, punching (m on m), vomit, swearing and suggestive sexual content (no actual smut)

note: i’m not from the states so all timing for drives and flights and stuff are made up because i’ve been trying to research how far detroit airport is from bloomington AND NO BLOOMINGTON IS COMING UP ON MAPS. i actually went a bit crazy writing this because of that. ALSO this is the first fic i’ve written in a couple years that isn’t a joke so please bear with me because it’s not perfect at all.

lowercase intended

this past week has been a nightmare, from waking up at 6:30 in the morning to throw up, to dealing with motion sickness on an airplane and dealing with my boyfriends absolute bullshit.

let’s start from the beginning: wednesday july 12th, the day i started feeling ill. it was around 5:30 in the morning the first time i threw up. that day i thought it was a bug so i didn’t think much of it. but it kept happening all week, and this freaked me out because i knew i was leaving for michigan on monday to visit my boyfriend jack and his family.

monday couldn’t have come any slower, knowing i needed to talk to ellen before anyone else, i was hoping for the day to come faster. she’d be the only one i can ask about what’s going on with me as i haven’t seen my own family since august of last year since i moved to jersey for college.

the flight was terrible but short, it didn’t help my nausea at all, specially with the turbulence, jack was late to pick me up because he left his phone at the house when he went boating with his brothers so i had to sit around the airport for a few hours. i’m not even gonna think about uber either cuz i’d rather get crushed by a plane than sit for hours in an uber with a complete stranger.

ok getting off topic here, we’ll we got to the lake house after a very uneventful and quiet drive from the airport. ellen was finishing up dinner and luke, quinn and jim were playing basketball in the driveway, which quickly came to a stop as jack pulled up smashing the horn causing quinn to (jokingly) throw the ball at the car. (it did not break at all.)

i settled in to jacks room and we ate dinner, we talked about the boys hockey and training and my school and what i’m doing after i graduate next year. jokes were cracked and it was fun, i actually forgot about jack being a bit of a dick for a good hour and a half. after i stayed in the kitchen with ellen to help clean up, jack and luke ran to the x-box in the other room probably to play fortnite.

‘el, this past week i’ve been feeling quite nauseous this past week and i was wondering if i should worry about it. knowing you’ve been pregnant a few times, i felt it was best to ask you for advice on the situation.’ i said to my boyfriends mother.

‘well if it goes on for a few more days i’d consider going to a doctor, but for now you can go to the pharmacy just down the street and try a rest or 2 if you wanna have an idea quicker.’ she said and i nodded.

‘wait you’re pregnant?’ i hear from by the counter. quinn. he heard.

‘i’m not sure. i was just about to go to the pharmacy to get a test’ i told him.

‘i’ll drive i want some gato and fuckass jack frank the last one.’ he said and i nodded.

we went to the pharmacy and got 2 tests (and a shit ton of blue gato for quinn) and we went back to the house. i went to the bathroom in ellen’s room to take them since she wants to be there for me and honestly i’m glad i did. she’s been so supportive even if it might just be a scare.

the tests came out positive. i broke down in tears and went out to ellen.

‘positive, i’m pregnant. and i’m only 21’ i said.

‘oh sweetie. it’s all gonna be okay. you’re gonna be a great mom and jacks gonna be a great dad.’ ellen said embracing me.

‘so she’s pregnant?’ quinn asked from the door. i just nod my head at him.

suddenly i hear from the hallway ‘who’s pregnant?’ and ‘is it mom? i think i’m a bit too old to be an older brother’ and then a little ‘ow’ after.

then quinn had to open his big ass mouth and say ‘no. it’s y/n. she’s pregnant.’

‘what?!’ jack yelled. ‘and you fucker knew before me? you fucking asshole!’ i heard before i see jack coke into the room angrily to punch his older brother in the face.

‘jack get off!’ i yelled pulling him.

‘i cant believe you told quinn before me! have him father your fucking kid. i don’t want it. i don’t want kids at all. specially right now. i’m at my prime right now! i don’t need a fucking baby ruining it all for me! get out of my house that’s not my kid! and if it is fucking abort it!’ he yelled while crying making me cry even more.

right after luke dragged him to his room and i can hear yelling between them as quinn and ellen comforted me in the master bedroom. todays been a lot for me so i eventually pass out in my boyfriend(?)’s parents room with his mother stroking my hair.

on wednesday, exactly a week after i started having my nausea i decided to visit a doctor to get the baby and i checked out. i haven’t talked to jack since he yelled at me so i go with ellen.

‘okay so it seems like you’re not actually pregnant and the test you took was wrong.‘ the doctor said to me.

honestly i have no idea if i’m relieved or sad. i was honestly quite happy to potentially be having a baby, even if jack was being a huge JACKass about it.

we got home and i saw jack sitting on the porch with a bouquet of flowers.

‘baby, i’ve thought everything over these past few days, and i’m actually excited to have a baby! with you! i apologize for everything i said, but it just hurt knowing quinn found out before me, because i am the dad. but now i am excited for this baby and this new chapter of our lives!’ he said smiling at the end.

‘jack, it was a scare. there’s no pregnancy. i’ve just been having a stomach bug the doctor told me. the tests were wrong too. i’m sorry.’ i said frowning.

‘oh. well i guess that means we just go upstairs and start actually making a baby, because i kinda want one now!’ jack said before pulling me in the house.

once we got up to the bedroom i hear ellen ushering everyone out, probably to spare themselves from having to hear whatever we’re getting up to upstairs.

[munson-blurbs]

@corrodedcoffinfest Day 11: Jeff

Word Count: 620/Rating: T/Pairing: none/CW: older Corroded Coffin, takes place in 2024, all of the guys are idiots/Tags: Jeff, Eddie Munson, Gareth, Grant, TikTok, modern!Corroded Coffin

Divider credit to @silkholland

Jeff has always been the brains of Corroded Coffin. He was the one who ensured the lighting was set before their performances at The Hideout back in high school. If an amp is faulty, he can fix it without batting an eye. Even in his middle school years, he was a proud member of the AV Club. 

But this?

Jeff squints at the phone screen, trying to navigate the For You page. He’s not exactly sure who ‘you’ is, because none of these videos seem remotely interesting to him. 

“What exactly am I doing here?”

“I dunno,” Eddie shrugs, scratching at the gray stubble on his cheek as he peers over Jeff’s shoulder. “Robin just said we need to make an account and to ‘connect with our younger fans.’”

Gareth has his own phone out to read off an article. “Says here that to create videos on TikTok, you press the little plus sign. Then you can add filters—”

“Filters?” Eddie’s brows furrow in confusion. 

“Smooths out wrinkles, hides zits, brightens your eyes.” Jeff fills him in, still focused on the app. “Okay, now what?”

Gareth scrolls a little more. “Music. You click ‘add sound’ and then choose the song you want.”

“Ooh, how about the one that goes ‘I’m working late, ‘cuz I’m a singer’?” Grant offers, singing in an awful falsetto. 

Jeff rolls his eyes. “Or we could…I dunno…use a Corroded Coffin song?” He taps the search box and types in the band’s name. “Hell and Back is our most popular on here, apparently.”

“How?” Eddie plucks the phone from Jeff’s grasp. “We haven’t even used this app before.”

“But our songs are on here,” Jeff explains, conjuring up all of his remaining patience. “And people use those with their videos.”

The other three band members nod, but Jeff’s willing to bet that none of them have any clue what’s going on. He takes the phone back from Eddie, selects the song, and turns to Gareth. “What’s next?”

“Hold down the red circle to record.” Gareth looks around at his bandmates. “Any ideas about what we wanna do first?”

The room plunges into silence until Eddie speaks up. “This isn’t the nudie website, right?”

Grant snorts. “No, that’s OnlyFans.”

“That was a quick answer, Granty-Boy. A little too quick.”

“Beavis! Butthead!” Jeff snaps, effectively shutting them up. “Robin’s email said we should just introduce ourselves and say that we’re excited to be on TikTok.”

He aims the camera at Eddie first. “Go ahead and say your name.”

“Eddie.”

“Christ on a cracker.” He massages the bridge of his nose. “Try actually greeting people. Like, ‘hey, I’m Eddie.’”

“Coulda just said that,” Eddie grumbles, but he looks into the camera and repeats what Jeff said. The rest of the band follows suit as Jeff directs them.  

When it’s Jeff’s turn, he smiles and turns the camera on himself. “I’m Jeff. Welcome to Corroded Coffin’s TikTok!” He moves his finger off of the record button. “All right, let’s see what we got.”

“Go ahead and say your name.”

“Eddie.”

“Christ on a cracker. Try actually greeting people. Like, ‘hey, I’m Eddie.’”

“Coulda just said that. Okay, hey, I’m Eddie.”

“Great. Okay, now Grant.”

“I’m Grant. Super excited to finally be on OnlyFans.”

“Grant!”

“Sorry, I mean TikTok.”

“Gare?”

“Hi, I’m Gareth. I like long walks on the beach, outdoor concerts—”

“This isn’t your personal dating profile.”

“Just making conversation.”

“You’re all hopeless. Anyway. I’m Jeff. Welcome to Corroded Coffin’s TikTok!”

Jeff glances up from the video, cringing as it starts playing on a loop. Whatever Robin had in mind for this social media endeavor, it probably wasn’t this. 

“Hey, Gareth?”

“Ya?”

“Can you Google how to edit videos on TikTok?”

--

[christianobangnaldour]

introduction post ❤︎︎

about me :

my name is Grace and I have been a reality shifter for close to 3 years now.

I am from New Zealand 🇳🇿🇳🇿🇳🇿🔥🔥🔥 also a major k-pop fan !! my ult groups are stray kids (major), itzy, tomorrow x together and kiss of life 🤞 though I stan like 10 other groups too 💀✋

my current bias and bias wrecker(s) from each of my ults:

skz bias: bang chan

skz wrecker(s): generally it’s the rest of the group 💀 but my main bias wreckers for the longest time have been hyunjin and seungmin 😞✋

itzy bias: chaeryeongg

itzy wrecker(s): 2shinz 😞😞 (yuna and ryujin)

txt bias: yeonjun

txt wrecker(s): beomgyu and kai ‼️

kiof bias: JULIEEE

kiof wrecker(s): haneul 🤩

I have shifted 5x before, back in late 2022, though I took a break from shifting for my mental health and have not shifted since then. I have been on my journey towards shifting again since I ended my shifting break in May of 2023 :)

So far I have shifted to All Of Us Are Dead (a K-Drama) 4x, and I have shifted to Miraculous Ladybug 1x.

I am 16 years old, and the cut-off for people I would like to interact with my blog is probably 25, maybe younger too depending on how weird people get (I am a little weird myself, but I will not hesitate to block you if I find your interactions with my blog disturbing).

and please please PLEASE if you are an anti-shifter, do NOT interact with my blog. I DO NOT need your negative energy in my safe haven, you will be immediately BLOCKED. please do not interact with me and go take your negativity out on something useful in your life for once.

my main DRs (currently) :

STARGIRLS (my own K-Pop girl group DR)

Stray Kids 9th Member

Better CR (I have 2 different ones)

R U NEXT? contestant/I-LAND2 contestant/IZNA member (ik very long but it will be easier to get the jist of it when I introduce it)

(p.s. I will do a little introduction to all of these DRs soon :))

OTHER DRS I HAVE :

Miraculous Ladybug (my first script and the first place I shifted to 🤞)

All Of Us Are Dead (2nd place I shifted to and also where I have shifted the most so far in my shifting journey)

Mean Girls

Itzy 6th Member

TXT 6th Member

Enhypen 8th Member

Own Survival Show (basically I created a k-pop survival show for a DR and participated in it)

Life in Korea/Dating a K-Pop Idol

K-Idol High School

Life in Korea/High School in Korea

Alice in Borderland

Sweet Home

True Beauty

Vincenzo

M1XTAPE (another own k-pop girl group)

ICON1C (yet another own k-pop girl group except this one is an early 3rd gen group while my other ones are early 4th gen groups)

Jujutsu Kaisen

Naruto

K-Pop Soloist

Welcome to Samdal-ri

A Business Proposal

XO, KITTY (shhh it’s only for Minho)

K-Drama character High School (basically where I go to school with a bunch of characters from my favourite K-Dramas)

Wednesday

Victorious

Never Have I Ever

Descendants

Barbie Princess Charm School (YES I’M SHIFTING TO MY FAV OG BARBIE MOVIES CUZ WHY NOT 😝)

Barbie Fairy Secret

Barbie Mermaid Tale

Barbie Life in the Dreamhouse (imagine how fun would it be to be friends with Raquelle 🤭🤭)

Good Morning Call (my man Daichi needs justice after Nao rejected him for the walking talking breathing red flag 😞✋)

(oh also p.s. a lot of these are unfinished scripts that I scrapped bc I get distracted by a new DR idea like every week 💀🙏 I might also do some introductions for a few of these DRs too since some of them I am still really excited about and want to share with y’all 🙃)

DO NOT INTERACT :

anti-shifters (I can never say this enough)

k-pop haters (pls just leave me and my silly obsession alone 😞)

people who judge others desired realities (THIS IS A SAFE HAVEN FOR A REASON Y’ALL)

people who spread misinformation about shifting

people who pressure and manipulate others into sharing their shifting stories (literally if they don’t want to share their experience in their DR LEAVE THEM TF ALONEEE !! it’s THEIR desired reality not YOURS. people are not obliged to tell their stories if they don’t feel comfortable doing so bozo)

generally anybody over 25. like I stated before, I will block you if your interactions are too disturbing for me (regardless of age), though if you are just a shifter in their 20s wanting to interact with me then feel free ☺️ I just made the cut off 25 because I don’t feel comfortable speaking with anybody older than that just for my safety. oh also I am not open to DMs from anybody over the age of 18 also for my safety, but feel free to send me asks tho !!

ot6 riize fans 👎👎 (RIIZE IS 7 !! JUSTICE FOR SEUNGHAN !! SM ENTERTAINMENT CONDONES BULLYING AND ABUSE !!)

there are a lot more that I will probably add here later but I just can’t think of them at the top of my head anymore (I literally have the memory of a goldfish goodbye 😖✋)

DO INTERACT :

funny people (PLEASE I need humorous people on this blog)

15-17 yr olds (please please PLEASE if you are a shifter in this age range, also specifically a k-pop fan too 😖 please slide into my DMs I need shifting friends my age and also more k-pop friends my age 🙏)

STAYSSSS (adding to the above statement I also NEED stay friends pls pls pls hmu on DMs if u are in my age range 🙏🙏🙏)

shifters who shift to similar DRs as me (apart from my main DRs I have like 50 other DRs that I will probably start working on again sometime)

that’s pretty much it really I’m actually very lenient on who can interact with me cus in all honesty I just wanna find my typa ppl to talk to and be friends with mahn 😭🙏 I’m a little bit weird but I promise I won’t scare you away too much 😞✋

okie dokie (yo) thank u all for reading this it’s def the most crucial part to read on my blog before exploring further 🙏 btw I am not that new to tumblr I have been on here for abt 2 months on a separate private blog to get the jist of this app before I decided to make a shifting blog 😄 I hope you guys enjoy my blog and my future upcoming posts, I will do my best to stay active on here, something that I have not been good at when it comes to social media 😣 oh also I DEFINITELY should have mentioned that I am a loud and proud yapper 🔥🔥 so this blog will be filled with a looooot of long paragraphs 😁😁

I wish you all only the best of luck during your shifts and shifting journeys, you discovered shifting for a reason ! if you weren’t meant to shift you wouldn’t have discovered shifting ! I believe in you all !! mwah 💋

[rupertsfangirl]

Ron Weasley Imagine-Comforts you after a rough day at work (Smut)

Disclosure: Spanking, oral (female & male receiving), Probably missing sum but idk.

Summary: You have a long and rough day at work and your doting husband Ron takes care of you when you get home (IYKYK). 

Word count:2.5k

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Ron Weasley

Note: HOLY HELL I APOLOGIZE! I know I released the original all fluff version like weeks ago but the holidays came around and then my birthday and a bunch of other things but anyway I’m back for now (hehe). I am starting school up again but I should have a bunch of free time due to most of my classes being extracurricular ones since I took college courses to do the other classes early (Yippee for me). Anyway I really hope you enjoy it. I know I had fun writing it even though it took me like a million years. I do plan on making a twins one but I kinda need to rewrite it cuz I accidentally set it in a time period making them underaged sooo yea gotta redo that, oopsies. 

Ron stood in the doorway and let his blue eyes trace your figure. 

“You look beautiful.” You blushed at his compliment. 

“Well today is important.” He walked up next to you and took the necklace you planned to wear off the desk. He placed it around your neck while you lifted your hair allowing him to clasp it together. 

“Perfect,” he whispered, placing his hands on your waist from behind. You smile as you put your matching earrings in. 

“Alright, I'm ready.”

“Do you have everything prepared?”

“Yes, it's all in my organizer.”

“Well then don’t forget you are amazing and you’ve got this, go get’em.” You hug him feeling a surge of extra confidence from his words. You walk out of the room and down the stairs to the fireplace, Ron trailing behind you. He presses a kiss onto your forehead. While stepping into the fireplace you grab a palm full of floo powder,

“Ministry of Magic.” You watch as Ron disappears behind the flames and the ministry's black brick walls appear. You start towards the conference room feeling the sweat on your palms, you take a deep breath and reassure yourself. 

“You got this.” You step into the room first, as you expected. You begin to set up your presentation; it was an important one because it would allow your department to expand and potentially lead to a promotion for yourself. Once everyone had arrived you began the presentation. You glided through with ease feeling quite cool and collected the whole time. Why had you been so nervous before, you thought of Ron’s words and smiled internally. After the presentation you were feeling pretty good about it. You left the room and started back toward your office however you heard a few of the wizards and witches who had been in the room talking badly about your presentation. It made you upset and questioned whether you had hallucinated that you were so calm while presenting. You tried to shake it off but remained in a funk the rest of the day. And add that you were behind on just about everything due to being understaffed, it was a combination of all the things that made you overwhelmed. 

You had stayed about 3 hours overtime and got home later than you planned; but even still the second you got home Ron was there to greet you. He took your bag, giving you a kiss while grabbing it, and placed it on the couch. 

“How was work?” You only groan in response. “That bad sweetheart?” You nod and place your head onto his shoulder letting out a big sigh. Ron tries comforting you by rubbing your back and holding your head. 

“Why don’t you get out of those clothes and we can just relax.” 

“Alright,” you say, grabbing your bag and heading upstairs to change into something comfy. You take your hair out of the tight bun it's been in all day and fling off the narrow pumps your feet were squished into; sitting down you take out your earrings and necklace. 

Suddenly Ron shouts from downstairs, “I have a surprise for you!” You can’t help but feel excited using a spell to quickly and cleanly remove your makeup. You make your way back downstairs to see a table set with two plates of delicious looking food, candles, and glasses of the good stuff (nice wine). Ron looks pleased with himself and you can’t help but feel like you drooled a bit when you saw the food. 

“Oh my goodness, what did I do to deserve you?” You give him a tight hug and you both sit to eat. You tell him all about the rough day you had and he shows all his emotions on his face like he usually did: anger when you told him about the people who talked bad about you, worry when you told him about all the work you have, and excitement when you told him that you still felt the presentation went well. Then he told you all about the day he had at work which was usually light hearted as he co-managed the joke emporium with his brother George. He always managed to make you laugh with something crazy that happened. You guys finished eating and took the plates to the kitchen placing them in the sink then Ron used a spell to start washing them. 

“What do you feel up to, darling: a bath, a movie, or maybe me?” You giggled at his proposal and rubbed your finger on your chin pretending to think really hard. 

“Hmm, what about a massage; my back and feet are killing me.” 

“I can make that happen.” He had placed his hands on your shoulders and squeezed them lightly. “Go up to the room, I’ll meet you up there.” 

“Okay.” You head up the stairs and into the room, you lie face down on the bed placing your head into your arms. Ron walks in a minute or so after with a bottle of oil. 

“Well you have to take off your shirt,” he chuckled while giving you a knowing look. You roll your eyes at him making sure to face away from him while removing your shirt. You quickly lay back down on the bed and soon after Ron drips the warm oil onto your back instantly soothing you. He begins to glide his hands along the sides of your back to your shoulders where he puts pressure and squeezes causing you to let out soft moans. 

“You have magic hands Ronnie,” you mumble jokingly. He chuckles quietly and continues to massage the knots out of your shoulders. He then slowly moves his hands down to your lower back and using his thumbs he presses into it and moves out slowly; you gasp lightly feeling loose and calm. 

“Did that feel good?” You nod into the bed and he smiles feeling happy he can please you. Ron’s rough yet gentle hands rubbing from your neck, to your shoulders, to your tailbone. You feel as though you're on a cloud and you allow your mind to wonder. You sense his fingers slip into your pants, slowly pulling them down; you think about telling him off but it’s been awhile since you two had been sexually intimate, so you let him continue. His hands caressing your ass; starting from the bottom of your cheeks and squeezing while sliding up. He pulled the spandex waistband of your underwear letting it slap back down onto your waist and swiftly slapping your ass making you tremble. While sliding your pants off all the way, his hand came down a second time leaving you a shade redder. 

He smirked at his ability to make you squirm and leaned down to whisper in your ear, “Ass up.” You bite your lip, abiding his demand, getting on your knees and arching your back to lift your backside into the air. He ran his thumb under the trim of your underwear, lifting it and planting another slap on your cheek; you jump, letting out a slight squeal. 

A pleased grin spread on his face, “You’re so wet for me.” Placing the pad of his finger on the forming wet circle, beginning to rub it; the friction of the fabric against your entrance causing a moan to escape your lips. His fingers traced over your lips gradually moving inwards towards your more sensitive areas; slowly working up the pressure but keeping the same pace. 

“Your hands really are magic.” 

“That's not all that's magic,” a sly smile forming on lips. He roughly pulled off your underwear revealing just how wet you really were. His tongue gently skimming your thigh until slowly reaching your vagina. You softly call out his name as he draws circles and places kisses; soon after pushing his tongue into you. Sultry breaths and rough hands accompanied by a soft tongue brought a rising heat. Contrasting with the coldness of his fingertips as they explored your legs before placing another slap on your ass, pulling a whine from your throat. His mouth hovered just above your clit, placing gentle kisses around the hood and releasing light slow breaths onto it, making you ache for his tongue on your clit. Your hips seemed to take control attempting to move closer to his mouth; prompting Ron to plant another slap on your already rosy cheek. 

“You have to be patient,” he tutted before treating your ass to several quick slaps. The sensations drawing out sounds you were unaware you could make. 

“Please,” you whine.

 He smirks into your skin and shakes his head, “But I love watching you beg.” His finger trailed from the top of your vulva to the bottom; his breath still seemingly rubbing your clitoral hood. As his finger was just to touch your clit he pulled away skipping over the area then continued down. Every time he did this you whined and squirmed, craving his finger pads on your deprived clit. Everything seemed to be in slow motion, the feeling of Ron’s muggy breath and his coarse hands that knew all the spots to make you scream. 

“Ronnie, I-” 

“You're close, I know.” His voice trailed as he put his tongue back to work making you moan at the sudden warm stimulation. He slowly licked up to your clit and finally allowed it some love. Your voice filled the room and you could feel your climax on the tip of your tongue as could he (literally). You felt as if you were filling up until it spilled over, spreading throughout your body making you shiver and moan Ron’s name. Your legs become wobbly and weak causing you to fall flat back onto the bed. Ron flipped you onto your back and wiped your watery eyes. 

“How does my princess feel? Can she take another round?” his hands rubbing your cheeks and head. You felt all the warmth from his body next to yours. You turn your head to face him and biting your lip you nod. He smiles, “We can take a break.” Suddenly you feel a surge of energy from the very last remnants of your orgasm; quickly you straddle Ron who looks shocked but also extremely turned on. You slide his pants down slowly with his boxers in tow, revealing his hard cock. 

“It's so perfect. Perfect for me.” You place a kiss on the head, Ron smiles as his cheeks turn a light red. You slide down his legs to make it easier for your mouth to reach. You reached for the oil on the floor and put a bit on your hand. Placing your hand he twitched at the temperature change. You gripped the center and began slowly moving up and down placing kisses along the side. 

“Sorry it's cold.” He only mumbled under his breath in response. Your other hand made its way to his balls cupping them and beginning to massage them. Dragging your tongue across the head you heard Ron let out stifled moans, using his hand to cover his mouth. His eyes locked with yours, he seemed nervous but you maintained the contact seemingly making him more sensitive. You smile to yourself as you continue to navigate your tongue around his sensitive head, licking up a bit of precum in the process. 

“Does that feel good?” You watched as he brought his hand to grab the back of your head; he lightly tugged your hair letting you know he liked what you were doing. “You need to use your words darling,” you whisper smugly. Using his arm to cover his eyes he mumbled, “Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes it feels good.” His whines and reactions to your hand and tongue only tempting you to mess him up further; but you want to take your time teasing him until he can’t hold it. You start to quicken your pace as you feel Ron getting closer from his expressive voice and face as well as the abundance of precum flowing from him. His hand gripped to your hair hard pushing himself deeper into your mouth just as he came. You felt it slide down your throat as you swallowed, wiping some from the corner of your lip. You continued to run your hand up and down as he was feeling out the final traces of his climax. “If i’m magic you must be mythical,” he huffed catching his breath. You laughed a bit at his joke and crawled up to his chest laying your head on him. 

“I guess I must be.” He stroked the back of your head while planting kisses. Your hand remained on his penis, idly rubbing it through which you felt it regain the stiffness it had just moments ago. You slid back down so that his penis was against your stomach. 

“I thought you were tired. And yet here you are taking charge,” He chuckled while sliding a hand on your waist. 

“You’ve invigorated me.” You practically beam with confidence; giving him a sly look, you sit up on your knees to guide his dick inside. Placing your hands on his chest you began to roll your hips, looking at his pleasure stained face. You leaned over pressing your lips to his. His fingers snaking to your hair and pulling you away from his lips leaving a trail of saliva. You had stopped moving, catching your breath from his sudden aggression. His hips started to entertain you with small thrusts making you moan. Releasing your hair, he sat up keeping you in his lap. Pressing your foreheads together you breathe heavily into him soon after your lips are locked with his once again. The kiss is deep and messy matching his hip movements; you can feel him getting closer. He quickly flips you onto your back, catching you by surprise. You look upon his face, admiring him: his heavy breath, the way he looks at you, it makes you squirm a little. You move your hand to stimulate your clit as Ron drags his tongue against your neck, making you shiver. Both yours and Ron’s bodies were nearing their limit. A warm and powerful sensation began to overtake your body until it suddenly burst and felt like a wave crashing and soon after dissipating back into the ocean. At the same time you could hear and see Ron climaxing with you. You felt him fill you up and then fall next to you both of you catching your breaths. Ron turns his head to face you, pushing your head to face him.

“Your brilliant-” you glare a bit, “-and beautiful” he whispers quickly as he caresses your cheek. You smile leaning into his hand, your whole face a bit red. Bringing yourself closer to him you lay your head on his chest, allowing you to hear his fast beating heart. 

“I think I’ll take tomorrow off.” you chuckle. Looking up you give him a suggestive look, he seems to blush but it's hard to tell as his face is all a pinkish red. 

“Y…yeah maybe you should.” He slides his hand down the back of your hair as he speaks, while trying to avoid eye contact. 

“You're cute.”

“And you're perfect.”

[thegreatpapaya666]

vent post

tw: self harm, suicide, abusive parents

hiya, sorry guys, but I’m prolly not gonna be active for a while. I almost attempted suicide a few days ago, and starting to self harm again sounds really good right now. Which is super upsetting because I’ve been clean for a while, but now I’m in a really bad place again. my parents are being assholes (like usual) and I’m not allowed to have like any electronics for the next while for absolutely no plausible reason at all. My mom said it’s because I’m not mature because I don’t follow her directions as much as I should, and she thinks I’m always “challenging her authority.” But I probably have autism (we’re waiting for the ados results) and following directions is hard for me, and she has absolutely no empathy for her child with a mental disability? and tumblr was already a secret from my parents, but now that they’ve taken my computer away, I can’t be on tumblr as much, if at all. I’m writing this from my dads ipad im sneaking behind his back. they took my art supplies, school chromebook (I’m not allowed to do homework), a couple books I’ve been reading, and my personal computer. plus the only app I’m allowed to have on my phone that doesn’t come with it is Spotify, cuz I have a bark phone (it’s a parental control thingy for 8 year olds). I also am not allowed to leave my room unless it’s to use the bathroom or eat. I almost attempted suicide on Friday because I snuck out of my house to go sit on the curb of my really busy street. I even have suicide notes written for all my friends, my girlfriend, and my little sister. I got in really big trouble and my parents are really pissed at me for it. they also might make me stop going to therapy bc my therapist doesn’t like them. If anyone has any suggestions for things I can do to occupy my time or ways to feel better, I’d love to hear it. I’m really sad and lonely and scared and I just wanna hang out with my friends and be a normal teenager. I had the third overstimulation meltdown of the day about an hour ago, and my mom yelled at me until I was screaming cause the world was just too loud and bright and horrible. thank you sm for reading and again, if you have any ideas for me to make my life a little better, I’d appreciate it so so so much. stay safe y’all <3

[rist-ix]

Hiiiii Rist 😊 This will be long, but I promise I get to the point as soon as I can, just need to explain things. Also, you know how you replied to my last ask and said Soarked!Valtor would be use if Bloom got with someone “competent and worthy of her” like Stella?

Sooo, I have a head canon of Queen Marion being the younger sister of a Solarian king from 200 years in the show’s past and in this head canon, Stella’s dad King Radius met Bloom’s adoptive parents at Stella’s behest in Season 1 during a school break or something and he becomes quick friends with Mike.

Radius and Mike get drunk and decide that Radius will be Bloom’s godfather and when she’s in the magic dimension he’s her legal guardian and Mike will be the same with Stella when she’s on Earth.

Radius views this as advantageous since not only will Stella be happy to have Bloom as practically family, he’ll also be able to keep an eye on Bloom in case she decides to stake a claim on the Solarian throne, something she can do because of her “purer blood” aka half Domino royalty half Solarian Royalty.

Fast forward, we’re in season 3. Stella has been disinherited and can’t be queen. Cassandra is already practically queen, she just needs to marry Radius, so she’s over confident and starts poisoning him to weaken him and make him die quickly. Radius is somewhat aware of this and with what little spite and resistance he has against her, before falling into a coma that will eventually lead to death, he edits his will.

In that will previously, he said that in the event that something happens to him and Stella is unable to rule or take the throne and Domino was still gone (or if it was back and somehow Daphne was too, meaning Bloom wouldn’t be queen of Domino), Bloom was to become Solaria’s next queen. Radius edited this, now nearly dead, and says that Bloom WILL be queen, on the condition she marries Stella.

It’s like this because he’s already disinherited her and can’t resist Cassandra enough to change that, so he does this, knowing that Bloom would do it to make sure Stella becomes queen.

And she would. The moment Bloom finds out, she unceremoniously proposes to Stella.

Now here’s the actual ask, if Sparked!Valtor found out about this, what would he do? Cuz Bloom WILL marry Stella to help her keep her throne and keep Cassandra off of it. Would he turn his back on Cassandra or help/cure Radius?

So sorry for the REALLY long ask. Didn’t think it would turn out like this, but I’m really curious!

First of all, I am so sorry for the long silence. Secondly, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA, rip Valtor. Wonderful ask, 10/10, no notes.

I’m not gonna pretend I know jack shit about how succession works/could work in the MD, but that sounds hilarious. I'm not sure in how far I trust Radius (who seems a bit too laissez-faire and whimsical for serious politics) would be able to plan this ahead, but I can SEE it in my head how the girls would be laboring over text books, rules-lawyering their way through 1500 year old succession law to find a loophole that will keep Stella in power. And then as soon as they take a closer look at their family trees they just go huh. Wouldn’t that be funny? Stella and Bloom rolling up to Cassandra’s party in two gorgeous revenge wedding dresses like TOO LATE FUCKERS we beat you to it. Guess who's also got a claim now, and no living parents to disinherit her.

Imagining what Valtor would do in this scenario is my favorite pastime now, because oh my god he literally can’t win. He'd probably be seething-sulking-whining in his current hideout because WHAT DO YOU MEAN BLOOM GOT MARRIED OFF-SCREEN?! To someone that is royal, powerful AND emotionally close with her?! And, stars beware, prettier than him?! (Bloom's words, not mine)

He didn’t even get the chance to crash their wedding because they probably eloped on the spot. He is inconsolable; he had an outfit for that exact occasion.

And now he's stuck between a rock and a hard place, because either he continues backing Cassandra but has to watch Stella and Bloom be extra lovey-dovey on every news channel there is, or he withdraws Cassandra's powers in the hopes that that means Stella and Bloom have no more need for this marriage and divorce. Which, realistically, probably wouldn’t happen in time for his sanity to recover. They're having far too much fun with this, and Bloom really was only like one romantic sunset away from discovering bisexuality at any given moment.

On the plus side, I think he'd really enjoy being Queen Bloom's secret sidepiece if he gave it a chance. Ra-ra-Rasputin style: the secret evil magician lover lol

[cultofdixon]

A Force of Nature [Pt. 1]

Daryl Dixon [PLATONIC] • She/Her to They/Them Pronouns • Stepping up into the father role took a lot of guts for Daryl, but it was a challenge worth taking. Even if the world tested him plenty • ANGST/SFW • TW: PTSD / Injuries / Illness / Canon Violence • I got lost with ages cuz TWD makes it confusing, this is my formal apology

NEXT

“Please tell me it’s not real” Carol follows Rick to their cellblock after the group from the run came back. “Rick, who would do such a thing?!”

“Monsters who can’t take care of their children the second bad things happen” Rick frowns opening the curtain to Hershel’s cell finding Daryl on the bottom bunk holding the six year old he and Glenn found. “Holy shit”

“Easy with the language” Hershel states continuing to listen to her heartbeat even if it was still pounding after what had happened.

“Tell me what happened out there”

“We were just. Doing a run. Getting supplies. Formula and any food related was priority. Then we found an old school that did have people taking up camp in it. But she was…the only survivor”

Daryl held the child the entire time Glenn was talking about how they found her and Hershel checking her of anything. The entire time he felt her shift and hold onto his arm tighter than before whenever her condition was brought up.

The two had found her locked up in a supply closet, starved and shaking. Covered in dirt, had some cuts on her face and arms, a few bruises. Daryl didn’t hesitate for a second when her first action was to cry and hold her arms up. He didn’t expect to be this attached to a child the second he held her. But given some of the damage done to her when they first saw her, he knew that was a form of punishment done to her. As much as it did save her from whatever killed the rest of their camp, she was forever going to have what happened to her in the back of her mind.

“Are you okay?”

Daryl looks up from his spot on the floor next to his bunk that currently held the sleeping child. Carol brought herself more into the cell as she sat across from him on the floor.

“No”

“Has she talked since you and Glenn came back with her?” Carol frowns worried for the child herself. “Could make something real quick for her”

“It’s fine. She sleepin’. Don’t wanna disturb her” Daryl frowns as the smallest sound made from shifting in the bed caused him to quickly sit up and check on her even if she was just readjusting. “Need another blanket…it was awful. Thought takin’ down the Governor was a hellish display…but where we found’er…worse” he kept his voice at a whisper for the kid as Carol couldn’t help but notice the crack in his voice when saying that.

A lot was happening in that moment. Infusing old Woodbury people. Assigning work. Making the prison more homey. Grieving what was lost.

Daryl couldn’t stop himself from thinking when he was a kid. Having nobody in his corner, especially when Merle left. He’s not just going to sit there and let her suffer like he did.

________

They’ll never have the life like he’s had growing up

“The one time I bring my son out here, your kid isn’t here?” Carol scoffs jokingly knowing they couldn’t be that far from the camp Daryl has set up along the river.

“Dog is with’em. They’ll be back after checking the snares”

“You let your child do that? Granted…I’m not surprised. They are your kid. They probably know a lot of things only the Daryl Dixon would” Carol smiles making the archer roll his eyes while he set up the fire for them.

Henry was getting his blanket from their wagon when a dead rabbit was suddenly tossed in his line of sight. His scream scared both Carol and Daryl but given the slap sound that followed. Clearly—

“Hey you hit my fucking kid, I’ll hit you back”

“THEY HIT ME!” Henry snaps gesturing to the red hand print on his face once he got into the light of the fire. Daryl squints for a moment before letting it slide as Carol groans annoyed.

“Y/N what did Henry even do this time?” Carol couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her when she was trying to be serious. But the look on his face grew sour before returning to shock when Y/N had snuck up on him once again.

“STOP THAT”

“STOP YELLING OR ILL SMACK YOU AGAIN” Y/N snaps making their way to Daryl and setting down the two rabbits the snares provided. With the addition of Dog dropping a walker hand by his feet making him grimace while kicking it into the flames.

“Asshole”

“Oh yeah? You’re lucky I got caught in one of those fuckers or I’d wrestle your ass to the ground!”

“Woah Woah. Back track” Carol interrupts the two only for Y/N to immediately retract. “No this ain’t back to when you were eight and stubborn with check ups. If you’re hurt. You’re hurt. Come on” she points to the tree stump she was going to sit on.

Daryl quickly got up from his position moving to Y/N’s side not caring for the rabbits anymore as Carol helped the teen take their jacket off which was covering the damage. Thinking they could patch themselves up without any of them knowing, but of course Henry had to strike a nerve that lead to them just spilling the beans anyway.

“Hun, can you get one of the canteens?” Carol asks of her son, finally showing that one of the snares didn’t place right and clamped onto Y/N’s arm before they could retract fast enough. “How come you didn’t holler for any of us? We’ll do a pressure dressing for now…but I think they should come with us to Hilltop to get it better checked out”

“But I—-“

“I’m coming, kid. Don’t stress about that part.” Daryl states checking the wound himself as the two were helicoptering Y/N for a moment which made Henry uncomfortable.

“You should just be better at opening traps”

“And I’d like to see you fight with more than a stick, we’re both disappointed” Y/N frowns wincing when Carol started to flush out the wound, her whispering apologizes as she does such. “I’m sorry”

“Why are you apologizing? Accidents happen” Carol reassures seeing the same worried look on their face when they were younger appear. She couldn’t help but hold Y/N for just a moment knowing the stress they’re trying to endure from such an injury.

Only for it to bring back that older feeling of stress.

________

Daryl anxiously held Y/N’s almost lifeless body from when the flu came through the prison as he had gotten there in time to get Hershel the medicine to help save their people. She hasn’t quickly bounced back like the others have but she wasn’t going to die either. Simply rest in his embrace breathing slowly.

“How she doin’?” Maggie pulled Daryl out of his thoughts as he glances at her for a second.

“Hasn’t entirely woken up. For longer than a minute”

“Guessing that’s when you readjust”

“Mhm” Daryl frowns keeping her close as Maggie brought herself to sit beside him for a moment while Glenn slept in the cell next door. “She’s got me wrapped around her finger”

“That’s what kids do, but hey. She’s got a good parent now” Maggie smiles watching the twitch in the corner of his lips when she said such. He kind of likes this, but the anxiety? Not so much

________

“Uncle Aaron!” Y/N screams happily running over to the man who happily hugged the teen. “Why are you here?!”

“Don’t tell Michonne” Aaron zipped up his mouth watching Y/N do the same with a smile. They next gesture for him to lean down to their level. “Yeah?”

“Have you told you know who yet?” Y/N whispers with a devilish smile seeing Aaron get flustered at the question. “Cuz I think he likes yea too”

“You may be Daryl’s kid, but you’re still learning about being observant like him. I don’t think you know who does”

“Mmmmm gotta rip the bandage off” Y/N smiles patting his shoulder, letting him straighten up continuing to smile at the teen.

The two suddenly flinch to Daryl yelling Y/N’s name.

“See Enid!” He snaps watching Y/N give him a thumbs up before running over to the medical trailer. “Goddamn kid”

“Sorry if I knew I was stopping them from something pressing I would’ve—-“

“Nah it’s alright. Yer their favorite uncle and we don’t visit Alexandria as much as we used to” Daryl frowns parking his bike with Aaron following.

Part of Daryl wishes he didn’t rope Y/N in his endeavors on finding Rick. But the other, is solely Y/N not wanting to leave his side.

________

“She’s 9”

“They’re 9” Aaron corrects Michonne hearing her apologize immediately after. “Why is this a council decision? Daryl is their dad. If he wants to leave and look for Rick, it’s either he brings them without their input. Or asks what they want and goes from there”

“As much as what happened…is affecting most of us still” Michonne frowns resting her hand on her belly. “They can still have a normal life, this isn’t normal and Daryl should’ve force them to join him”

“Michonne. This is Daryl and what he told me about Y/N? They aren’t going to separate any time soon…you are the same with Judith. You love her. Care about her. Want what’s best for her. But you also don’t want her to ever leave your side”

“Aaron…”

“Come on” Aaron guided Michonne to the streets of Alexandria to watch the display outside of Daryl’s town house.

Daryl knelt in front of the nine year old helping them zip up their jacket as Y/N fiddles with the gloves he made them put on. He watches them get situated with everything before noticing their attention on Aaron and Michonne. How can you not notice them watching? But as he started to walk over and tell Michonne they were leaving, Michonne watched Y/N trail behind him and eventually take his hand. That small interaction gave enough to ease her.

“We’re headin’ off”

“Be safe, especially you” Aaron smiles High giving Y/N as they let go of Daryl’s hand for a second to hug both of them.

“We’ll find him, Michonne” Daryl reassures her as she held Y/N for a moment longer before letting the two head out.

________

“Can I come?”

“Nah, you stay here with Carol and Henry. I’ll be back with Eugene” Daryl states seeing Y/N blankly stare at him causing him to get a little annoyed. “Spit it out kid”

“Take Dog at least…” They frown crossing their arms as they developed the same habit Daryl does. Indirectly saying “be careful”.

Daryl nods whistling for said Mal to join him, Aaron, and Jesus. He was the last to leave Hilltop as he couldn’t help but make sure Y/N went to somebody they trust before he headed out. In this case it was Carol.

“I’m gonna see if Tara needs help with anything, see you later?” Y/N informs the two before leaving as Henry couldn’t help the scoff to escape him.

“What?” Carol nudges him to spill the beans as Henry couldn’t help it anymore.

“How are they just babied so much and still trusted more than me?! I’m 17! They’re 15!”

“Henry if only you knew—-“

“If this is going to be the whole “I was privileged” talk I don’t wanna hear it mom” Henry crosses his arms looking at Carol only to realize after saying such that he was a bit rude with his tone. “Sorry. I just. Confused on how that works”

“Because you’ve been protected all your life. They were not” Carol wraps her arm around his shoulders kissing his temple. “Besides. Y/N would do anything to stick with Daryl but they don’t always argue with him if he asks for them to stay”

“Babied…”

“You’re babied. By dad. So…?” She smiles, laughing a bit to the eye roll response from her boy.

When news of the group returned to hilltop, Y/N stepped out of the med trailer with Siddiq and Rosita. They slowly started to approach the scene and was immediately stopped by Rosita pulling them back. But the sight of Daryl and a few Hilltop folk taking a lifeless Jesus off the back of the horse, was too much.

“Y/N—-Hey, come on” Rosita frowns tugging at them to move but they tensed up when every part of them wanted to run over or run away.

Yet they stood there stuck at the sight clenching onto their shirt feeling their anxiety claw at them.

“Y/N…” Rosita started to get worried as she brought herself around to their front carefully resting her hands on their face watching the tears suddenly start to pour. “Oh hun…” she pulled them into her embrace letting them latch onto her for just a moment.

Then once they let go of Rosita, Y/N quickly ran over to Aaron latching onto him without a second thought. As the gesture caused them both to fall apart even more.

“I knew he loved you too, Aaron…” Y/N whispers feeling his arm tighten around them as his sobbing became more pronounced.

After burying their another of their family, Michonne came up with a sick idea regarding their most recent prisoner.

“No!”

“Daryl, they might—-“

“I’d rather have my trauma exploited. Not my damn kid’s”

“It’s just that they’re close in age Daryl…it’s not the end of the world to at least try and see if Y/N can get Lydia to share more about her mother” Tara frowns keeping the calmness in her voice when trying to convince Daryl but everyone was on edge after what happened to Jesus and Y/N hasn’t talked to him about how they’re feeling yet about it. He doesn’t want to trigger something to happen.

“I’ll ask…but if they say no—-“

“Then it’s no” Michonne reassures him before needing to take care of another matter leaving Lydia in their hands.

And it was.

________

“Hey…you okay?” Michonne frowns sitting beside Y/N as they drew their attention back to Judith who was currently playing with the chalk Daryl had found her on a run forever ago. “Y/N, is this about where Daryl went…? He said he would come back for y—-“

“When what? Come back for me when what…what markers gotta be met? Cuz I know he ain’t ever coming back if it’s once he finds Rick…” and that’s when the regret sunk in as they felt the tears start streaming. “I believe he’s alive but Da—Daryl shouldn’t have to leave for so long…he could treat it like our runs..not like. Whatever this is…”

Michonne didn’t know how to ease their anxiety given she feels a bit at fault. She didn’t tell Daryl to go find him, but she was thankful someone was doing it. When Y/N came back with Daryl once because they were sick, Michonne thought he was staying. But he left during the night to keep searching and left Y/N where they would be safe.

“I…” Y/N croaked a bit, trying to get the painful words out as they kept pinching at their fingers. Watching Michonne’s hand come into view taking a hold of one and letting them squeeze it with both of theirs. “I was already abandoned…why did it have to happen again”

“Daryl didn’t abandon you. He would never. He’s doing this for family. He’d do the same for you, even more.”

The tears continued to roll off their cheeks as the teen brought themselves to rest their head on Michonne’s shoulder. Letting her wrap her arm around them bringing them close.

“He’ll be back, I promise”

•

When Leah turned up and left, Daryl sat on the porch to the cabin in the woods with Dog for a moment. Then it hit him.

“Fuck” He reaches into his pack rummaging through it like a mad man to find a Polaroid he was afraid of losing ever since it was taken. “I’m fuckin’ terrible…”

As the gates to Alexandria open and Dog came running through confusing the few that stood by to greet Daryl on his return. Aaron couldn’t help but pet the dog being a tad distracted until he felt Daryl’s hand on his shoulder.

“Where’s my kid?”

“With Michonne, have been all day.” Aaron frowns watching his friend’s expression become even more full of worry. “Nothing happened to them, Daryl. They’ve just been a little…I don’t know”

“Been what? Aaron don’t—-“

“Triggered. Lonely? It has been a year, Daryl”

Shit. Daryl thought whistling for Dog’s attention so that he could follow him on his way to the Grimes’ residence in Alexandria. He stood in front of the door feeling the same anxiety like he did waiting outside Leah’s which brought on all kinds of regretful emotions. He shouldn’t have left them behind. For what? Someone who made him choose…he could’ve had it all…with an awkward conversation in the middle of it…but all along

It should’ve just been the two of them.

Right as Daryl was about to knock on the door, it swung open revealing Y/N who was all decked out in their gear. He was coming back for them and they were going to go out and find him.

“Hey kid I’m so—-“ Daryl was cut off by them suddenly latching onto him. He stopped trying to finish his sentence, hugging his kid tight feeling awful hearing them sob.

“Please don’t go…don’t leave me behind”

“I ain’t going anywhere without yea kid, I promise”

________

Alpha arrived to retrieve her daughter but as the conversation continued and was disturb by the cries of the baby in the pack of Whispers. She looks toward the mother and glares for a second, resulting in the baby being left.

One second Y/N was beside Daryl at the guard stand, next thing they weren’t. He only started to panic when things escalated which means Connie emerging from the corn field to save the baby. But right as he was about to step down, he saw knives being tossed from a great distance and knew them from anywhere.

“Goddamn it kid!” Daryl snaps quickly heading down and going around to get out of hilltop with company following.

The lumber collection was revealed to have a hatch to outside the walls and that’s what got them out in time only to watch Connie come toward them with the baby. Y/N no where to be seen causing Daryl’s anxiety to get the best of him until he heard their familiar rage filled grunting they express when fighting somebody. In this case, a Whisperer they managed to get on the shoulders of tumbling out of the cornfield.

Y/N quickly drove their knife into the whisperer’s neck taking them out but Daryl quickly grabbed them. Tossing them off and crushing the person’s head in for even touching his kid. That once the dust settled he found out they had gotten hurt by said person.

“I appreciate you defending Connie but—-“

“I could’ve died. We don’t know…w-we don’t know what exactly they’re capable of. But they left a baby. A baby. For fucking walkers!”

“Y/N…”

“I…I don’t think giving Lydia was the right idea. But what they did is inexcusable” Y/N frowns patting their chest for Dog to jump up on them as they would pet him to ease some of their fears. “I don’t want anything to bad happen…”

“You’ll be safe, alright? Nothin’ gonna happen to you or any of us”

Then of course, his kid is exactly just like him.

Stubborn.

“You ain’t coming”

“Connie is”

“Yeah cuz she’s an adult”

“That you know no ASL to communicate, I understand fast action—-“

“You don’t know it either. And she’s got….” Daryl stops himself as he watches Y/N tap Connie as the two started to sign to one another. He was even more confused but Y/N knowing will become useful later.

My dad doesn’t believe me that I know Y/N frowns to Connie as she gave them a worried look. Henry told me what he was doing, and I let him go. I need to help you

And you will. But your safety, and Henry’s. Comes first Connie emphasizes before taking out her notepad writing for Daryl to understand that Y/N is coming with them even if his glare was obvious to them both.

“Don’t let them out of your sight” Daryl states watching Y/N interpret for Connie as she gave him a thumbs up. “When did yea learn this?”

“When you’ve been in Alexandria for a while, mostly against your will” They hissed. “You start to explore and read a lot of the literature around”

“You even know five dollar words, and you still snapped at the teacher before the bridge collapse”

“I either learn from you or by myself. I ain’t trusting anymore total strangers” They state only for Connie to playfully hit them in the arm after reading their lips. You’re the exception they signed before the group finally left to search for Henry.

Which lead to hiding in an abandoned building with Henry AND Lydia.

“Y/N let me out I can help”

But they couldn’t do anything in the moment, Y/N was occupied with covering Connie’s back and taking down the son of a bitch that got Henry in the leg. Which when Lydia broke down the door to get to the two.

When Daryl came down to the group after taking down Beta, from his knowledge, he quickly assessed the situation and decided to head to Alexandria first given its closer. Take care of everything and by the next day, they’ll make their way to the Kingdom.

“Connie’s gonna keep an eye on yea, and you keep an eye on Dog. Alright?” Daryl frowns seeing Y/N’s worried look in Henry and Lydia’s direction as he brought his arm around them catching their attention once more. “We’ll be back before you know it. Make sure nothin’ happens to Henry or Lydia”

But…

They couldn’t have predicted what happened next

[hermionc]

have not been able to come on here bc tumblr really brings me back to my 16-24 yr old self and she would be so affected by this. but man. i’m upset and everyone on twitter is playing woke police (as they do) and i really need to just

my one direction era kinda predates this blog actually, i was transitioning away after zayn left bc i felt like the illusion was shattered

been crying on and off the last few days. i feel horrible that he’s gone and i feel horrible for even feeling horrible

the nuance required here is beyond what i could fit on twitter, and to be honest so many people on there are just barely no longer teens themselves they have no idea how to relate to this feeling with me . like they weren’t there . and i’m glad cuz this feeling is jarring

i can’t remember mourning a celebrity before this. which is probably bc i’m only 29. like this just happened so quickly and he was so young i was in shock the first day and was like, oh, just another celebrity death whatever lols thankfully idc anymore. and then the next day the memorial posts started flooding in not only from the other boys - i know they’re grown now but we grew up together and they’ll always be those boys to me - but also from names i haven’t thought about in years - lou teasdale, josh devine, max from the wanted, greg horan 😭

and today i started to see posts from other fans.. people i had connected with over a decade ago. or people i never knew but who went through that experience with me regardless

it hits harder and harder every day. haven’t showered since tuesday. hair is a mess. was scraping by doing the bare minimum at work

now it’s the weekend and i’ll have a chance to catch my breath. or maybe just sit with it some more

liam was one of my first favorites in one direction. i was impressed with his vocal tone and range, i could always pick out his lines because at first he was just more mature and practiced than the others when it came to singing

i remember when he followed me during one of his twitter follow sprees i literally jumped off the sofa with my ipad in hand and started crying. my mom was like what is happening 😭 but she knew it had to do with That band because at that point, in my life, everything was

an escape when my teenage years were filled with so much strife - dad moving out on us after literally trying to kill my mom, brother in and out of the hospital, mom struggling to make ends meet and pay the bills while going to university for the first time in her 40s — on top of just regular teenage shit.

not fully understanding how the csa i suffered as an infant had affected me and attempting to navigate my own sexuality within that. allowing so many men to treat me as an object to be used - sexually, emotionally, whatever - bc that’s what i felt i deserved.

and almost zero support to pick up these pieces. living in shame and dealing with self doubt and downright hatred. until i realized i could find a healthier escape - not sex, not drugs, not rebelling at school - connecting with a community over music and these boys who were offering us a safe space. one direction would be there to help me handle some of the toughest life changes anyone has to deal with. emotional loss of a parent. restructuring of a household. neglect. bullying. hypersexuality. friends suicide attempts

but at the end of the day they were always there with a twtcam or a follow spree or a concert where other fans could post videos

it’s so heartbreaking to think it will never happen again. ever. because he was troubled and on drugs and fucked up from fame. we’ve seen this so many times and the news cycle will move on and life will continue for the rest of us but my god it’s so hard to stomach

someone who once offered you so much support without even knowing - made me smile on days i would have been numb or crying. whose voice comforted me more than anything else at one point.

it’s so fucking hard and complicated i guess is what i’m trying to say. and it hurts. and i don’t use this blog anymore so if you read even part of this — thank you. i love you

[voidainty]

going back to school next week so i’m back to enforcing my fucked up sleep schedule which unintentionally is a wake back to bed method (nap 5-9pm actual sleep 1-until i wake up) 😭😭😭

i’ll probably shift next week idk i’m missing my bf a little more these days (probably cuz i’m nearing my period)

i’ll also maybe a bit more IA cuz i’m back to gathering data for my research paper and compiling my portfolios and applying for colleges so 😁👍 (cant wait for senior year (more hell‼️‼️))

[twilightmalachite]

Big Ocean - Prologue

Author: Nishioka Maiko (with Akira)

Characters: Hinata, Yuuta

Translator: Mika Enstars

"(…I’m trying not to feel scared, but I don’t like how helpless I feel in the dark…)"

Season: Winter

Location: Starmony Dorms Common Room

Yuuta: Fwah~…Water really is like the best thing in the world when you’re thirsty. I’m not even exaggerating, it feels like it’s being soaked into your body.

(I was sleeping comfortably, but ended up waking up parched.)

(Well, it’s probably because I was checking out the new snacks and chocolates I got from my photo shoot with the rest of my roommates, so it’s my own fault.)

……

(…I’m trying not to feel scared, but I don’t like how helpless I feel in the dark…)

(Although the common room has a bright atmosphere during the day, it’s still creepy passing by at night when there’s nobody there—)

Hm?

Hinata: ……

Yuuta: What’re you doing out here in the dark, Aniki?

Hinata: Ah! Yuuta-kun!

We must truly have an inseparable bond, if we’re able to encounter each other like this at such an hour…♪

Yuuta: I mean, sure. We are twins and family.

But, answer my question, what’re you doing here? Depending on your response, I might inform the dormitory manager.

Hinata: Ehh! To Hasumi-senpai!? Wait a sec, Yuuta-kun. You’re not suspecting I’m doing anything strange, are you?

I’m just having a bit of trouble falling asleep, that’s all~. So I was watching anime out here.

Yuuta: Anime? Was this an anime you liked?

Hinata: No, I just watched whatever was on. But once I started watching, I started to get invested.

Yuuta: Hmm… Actually, Aniki, scoot over a little bit.

Hinata: Eh, could it be… Yuuta-kun, do you wanna sit next to your Onii-chan and watch anime together with him?

Good! You’re super welcome to join! C’mere to your Onii-chan’s side! ♪ You’re even welcome to use my lap!

Yuuta: Uwah, I feel like I’m going to regret this soon… C’mon, scoot over already. Let me sit down… there.

Time passes…

Yuuta: Yawn… I thought it’d be a 30 minute episode, is this actually a masterpiece selection?[1]

But it’s better than having to stop halfway. I’m sure I'd be bothered if I was left on a cliffhanger.

Although I just decided to join in watching with you on a whim, it’s pretty interesting, huh Aniki?

Hinata: Yeah, it is. School idols remind me of when we gave our all at Yumenosaki, so I feel a sense of familiarity.

I got emotional seeing the 3rd Years graduate after winning the championship at Idol Koshien.[2]

Yuuta: In a way, it feels unfair. But it’s still really good. It really feels top-notch.

Come to think of it, isn’t it about time for the Repayment Festival?

Things are still relatively calm at school. I’m sure it’s gonna get a lot more hectic in no time…

Hinata: Ah, you’re right. Now that you’ve mentioned it…

Yuuta: I say that, but… Don’t you think it’s tough to feel as emotional as they do in anime?

Hinata: Eh? Why do you say that?

Yuuta: ‘Cuz as it is, even if we say our goodbyes at the graduation ceremony, we meet again right at the dorms.

Hinata: Ahaha, true! Thinking about it like that, you’re probably right.

Yuuta: …Wait. Oh no, the time… The anime’s ended now, so let’s go to bed, Aniki. It shouldn’t be too hard to fall asleep now, right?

Hinata: Yeah, it shouldn’t~. As expected, I’ve gotten pretty sleepy by this hour… Let’s head back to our rooms, Yuuta-kun.

Hinata: (Right… It’s about time for the Repayment Festival, isn’t it…)

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Sort of like a compilation or a long version, where multiple important idols are stitched together in a movie-like fashion. Typically filler episodes and such are excluded.

They’re watching Love Live! School Idol Project! In Japan, the end goal for high school baseball teams would be to reach “the Koshien”, particularly the Summer National held at the Koshien stadium. In Love Live, the idols aim for the idol version; “Love Live!”, performed at “the Idol Koshien”.

[kirakirabluemoon]

Happy New Year and I hope everyone has a better year ahead! 🙆🏻‍♀️💖💖💖🌻🌻🌻🍀🍀🍀

I know this Author’s notes looks long, but please don’t panic. It’s just an update, I’m still working on Belladonna. 😊👍🏻💖🙆🏻‍♀️

This is an update to let y’all know how things been going with Belladonna’s Chapter 31. It is still unfortunately incomplete, but I promise I’m trying! 🌚🙏🏻 Still ironing out some details and Chinese New Year is coming, so spring cleaning and stuff is in order. So update is probably after February. 🌚🙏🏻 I’m very sorry. 🙃😔😭🙏🏻

These three paragraphs only regards my health in slightly more detail than the previous post, (why I haven’t been able to update) so you can just skip it if you’d like. 🙆🏻‍♀️💖 As I mentioned previously, my health has been fluctuating since June 2023, I haven’t been feeling very well so my writing took a hit (on top of writer’s block). 😩🫠 The symptoms thankfully wasn’t too serious, all things considered.🤞🏻My fatigue however was the most obvious, there was also low moods, insomnia (caused by heart palpitations) and etc. However, I’ve gotten my blood tested around November and I finally know what’s going on. So at least I now know how to reduce and regulate the symptoms, I’ve seen improvements and hopefully I’ll make a full recovery soon. 🙆🏻‍♀️💖🙏🏻

But then at the end of December, I was tested positive with covid. 🌚🌚🌚🫠🫠🫠 So my fatigue worsened. At this point it’s like a triple layered stack. First from my nightly dreams, second from the issue that started in June, then now from the covid. 🫠 I have tested negative after 6 days, but my doctor did warn me that some symptoms and inflammation will probably persist for about a month after turning negative and to not do strenuous exercises, (even something simple like brisk walk). I found out sometimes just eating a meal brings me shortness of breath and my heart rate would reach 106 or so and then I gotta lie down. Feels like my heart was copying that one meme on Facebook and saying, “If you don’t stop, I will.” 😮‍💨🌚🤣 The same goes for house chores, like changing the bedsheets. So yeah. But I’m still kicking—albeit weakly—AND my low moods had thank god not plagued me lately. 💖😮‍💨🙏🏻 Bless.

I’ll be trying to get a swing back into things while minding my energy, so my health doesn’t decide to give me a sucker punch to the gut. Or a left hook, I don’t know, it’s been years and it still likes to catch me by surprise. 🌚🤷🏻‍♀️🤞🏻 Despite the annoyances, I’m still very thankful it’s nothing too serious. At this point, I’ll just let it throw a fit wherever it wants, and then let it die down whenever, while trying to get on with my life and maintaining inner peace. 🙄😑🤦🏻‍♀️🤌🏻 I’m done trying to control it to go the way I want it to, cuz it backfired, badly. 🌚

Anyways, thank you all so much and I really really appreciate the immense patience, love and support my dear readers has shown for my stories. 💖🙆🏻‍♀️🍀 I know I haven’t been updating as much as I would have liked, nor anticipated, after I graduated from school five-years-turning-six-years ago, in fact I thought I’d be able to churn out more chapters, guess I sorely underestimated the full extent of the symptoms my health could throw at me. 🙃😔

I wish everyone good health—seriously please take good care of yourself, and may all the lovely and nice things in life, be it big or small, be enjoyed, celebrated, and appear whenever you need it. 🥰🙆🏻‍♀️🌈💖🌻🍀

The very best of luck for 2024 and the upcoming Year of the Dragon! God bless everyone! Cheers! 🎆🎇🎉🎊🐉🎊🎉🎆🎇

Until next time! 😘

Ps: My inbox told me I have a new message/submission but when I click on it, there’s nothing there. 🌚🌚🌚 If someone sent me an ask, I’m sorry but Tumblr won’t let me see it. 😭🙏🏻