#he’s living comfortably now he deserves some tummy

[otto-doctavius]

i can’t draw Logan with abs again, it’s not who i am

[chuluoyi]

✎ heaven's fury

- gojo satoru x reader

sometimes you forget that your husband has burdens as the strongest sorcerer alive. when he goes back home from a bad day and you're the first person he comes contact to, you're made aware of it once again

genre: angry!gojo, a bit of hurt with looots of comfort and fluff !! it’s self-indulgent too🤭

note: i knooow i said i'll post gojo angst next, but i forgot i have this in backburner too so... this hurt/comfort goes first :') based on an anon's request. loosely takes place after baby!

a part of gojo's love entries

general masterlist

“Sukuna's vessel is a threat— he must be executed as soon as possible!”

“The more we put this off, the greater the risk he poses to society!”

“Gojo, you can't delay his sentence any longer—!”

Weak. All of them. They always make excuses. Trying to pin blame on someone else.

The jujutsu world he lives in… is wretched. Gojo Satoru thought he knew that well already, or at least knew enough to not get riled up over it.

Apparently not.

“Gojo-sensei? You look scary...”

Typically, he would mask his clear disdain with sharp-witted jibes, but he reached his limit this time. Especially since they had been pressuring him relentlessly to execute Itadori Yuji for at least five times a week, each week.

. . .

“Satoru, oh, you're home already!”

At the end of it all, he went home with the worst of moods. It served as a reminder—of his deep-seated contempt for weakness and how burdensome he found the task of protecting the insufferable to be.

“Satoru...?”

And it's because of their weakness that Suguru—

“Satoru, are you—?”

“Just fucking shut it!”

And that was when he saw you, standing before him with wide eyes, cradling your—his—precious baby in your arms, who was sound asleep.

“Huh…?”

Satoru immediately tensed up, realizing his mistake. And what hit him even harder was— is that a flicker of hurt he saw flashing across your face?

If so, then you quickly blinked it away because in the next instant, your face lit up with a warm smile— kind of forced, to his dismay. “Welcome home, Satoru.”

Something inside him churned, his heart started to ache, and there was a bitter taste in his mouth then.

There you were, as accepting as ever, and he cherished you for it.

But not tonight. Not for this. You didn't deserve any of his misplaced resentment.

Damn it. Damn it all!

In response, he offered you a subtle nod and headed to the bathroom, thinking a shower might help clear his foul mood away.

Contrary to what Satoru might think, you didn't really hold anything against him.

You were surprised, yes, because he was usually such a ball of energy even when he got back from intercity missions, but more than the hurt, you would understand if now, he was pissed some way or another.

Your husband is still a human. He is entitled to be upset on some days.

After ensuring your son was comfortably asleep in his cot, you returned to your bedroom to find Satoru already in bed, facing away from you. Hmph... now that you thought about it, this silence between you was unacceptable.

“Satoru.” You poked his side, but he didn't budge and still had his eyes shut. You arched an eyebrow. “Satoru? You can't be asleep.”

“…” No answer. Okay, let's try something else.

“Honey, talk to me? Hmm?” you decided to swallow the heat on your face as you addressed him more intimately. Mind you, you didn't usually call him that. He was the one in charge of pet names.

“…” This shithead. That's it.

“Satoru, my tummy hurts—”

“What?” In an instant, he flipped over, abruptly sitting up. “What hurts—”

Seizing the opportunity, you tugged him by the neck, and both of you tumbled onto the bed, with him landing on top of you. Satoru instinctively held himself up and cushioned the back of your head with his hand so you wouldn’t crash into the headboard—his blue eyes wildly flickering, searching for any sign of discomfort or harm.

“You good?” he made a face upon realizing your ruse.

“You won’t talk to me otherwise,” you noted with a hint of annoyance. But then your eyes softened into a concerned frown. “Satoru… what’s wrong?”

Once again, Satoru felt hollow. You were worried and it reached him. “It’s nothing,” he replied, looking away, trying to downplay his fury.

You pulled him close, his head against your chest, and though he was stiff and taken aback at first, he released a reluctant sigh and instinctively snuggled closer, finding comfort in your embrace.

“There, there…” you soothed with a smile, gently running your fingers through his hair. “Feel better now?”

He let out another sigh against you, returning the hug and nuzzling his face against your chest. His body heat enveloped you like a blanket.

And after a while...

“...’m sorry for yelling at you...” he muttered with such regret it made your eyes widen. “Didn’t mean it.”

The slight prickle in your heart dissipated at once, hearing his muffled voice.

“Mm-hmm, I know.”

“Really.”

“Mmm, really, really.”

He held you a little tighter, breathing in your scent, and you kept stroking his head. He looked so despondent it warmed your heart, and made you want to pet him. “Our baby loves being held like this too,” you giggled fondly. “You big baby… you’re just like him.”

Your husband let out a soft grunt against your chest, exhaling deeply.

“Whenever you’re ready, talk to me, yes?”

And so after several more pats on his head, Satoru finally told you everything, about how the higher-ups were relentlessly pressing him to put an end to Yuji, the new kid he recently enrolled to the jujutsu school.

“They're just some paranoid old fools—”

“Mm-hmm.”

“—stinky, cringey, looks depressed most of the time—”

“Heh— now that's just plain disrespect.”

“Yuji is just clueless and just has a lot to learn,” Satoru grumbled sullenly. “They didn't even teach him a thing and incapable to— how dare they? To keep him ignorant and then murder him?”

...oh.

And at that moment, you found clarity. Why he got so worked up, why he got irate this time whereas he was usually insensitive.

First, it was because of your tragic youth. No one protected Haibara from his unfortunate incident and was there for Geto when he needed it the most—which still haunted him to this day.

And secondly, because he himself is a father too. No one deserves their youth being taken away. That has been his moral compass, and the sense grows even stronger ever since the baby was born.

It made something inside you flutter.

“Satoru...” you breathed out, smiling, squeezing him affectionately. “You’re ... a kind person.”

“Huh?”

“You take it upon yourself to mentor those kids,” you mused. “Just look at Megumi and Yuta; they've turned out just fine.”

Truthfully, Satoru didn't consider himself as kind as you made him out to be. At times he felt like he was doing it because it was right, sometimes he thought it was for fun, and at other times, he simply didn't feel like seeing more deaths or wrong paths. And he was sure if you had asked Megumi whether he was a good teacher or not, the grumpy boy would only roll his eyes.

But then, just as he looked up at you, the prettiest smile blossomed on your face, and you said to him—

“And as your wife, I’m... proud of you.”

The way you sincerely told him that made his breath catch in his throat, and his heart pound a little faster.

The woman who has become his everything. This unabashed, pure love you show him.

“Sweets, I—” he suddenly rose, back to on top of you. But his voice faltered, remembering the way he coldly snapped at you earlier. “I...”

You looked up at him innocently. And he swallowed the shame because he had to tell you too.

Because you were so, so incredibly precious to him, and he wanted you to know that.

“…love you,” he mumbled, his beautiful eyes meeting yours with no hesitation. His cheeks were burning, tinted with a shade of pink—and you out of all people knew best that him being embarrassed meant as good as him not being horny—

But before you could point it out, he leaned down towards you, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss. There was no trace of the man who was hungry for your body— it was just a long, chaste kiss that contained his feelings for you.

And when he pulled back, both of you were panting slightly, trying to catch your breath. Then, he pursed his lips, his eyes glittery—somehow reminding you of your baby's face just before he cried out for his milk.

“I wanna pay for my sin. Wanna cuddle you too.”

And so you let him. He held you close, his arm under your head and you traced lazy lines on his chest, feeling contented and somewhat giddy.

“You feel that bad, huh?” you chuckled, noticing his continued gloominess.

“I am,” he puffed out his cheeks before pressing a kiss on your forehead. “Because if anyone else dares to tell you off like that, I'll wreck them on the spot.”

“Hmm, how romantic. But come to think about it... you did look a little scary though...”

At that moment, he felt his heart drop, his eyes instantly rounded in alarm, looking at you with dismay.

“No, no, I'm not scary! Wifey, I'm your devoted and loving husband!”

Epilogue

Your morning started with your baby's cries. When you glanced over, Satoru was gone from your bed already. Curious, you made your way to the baby's room, and what you saw there caused you to raise an eyebrow.

"Satoru... what are you...?"

He turned to you with an expression so heartbroken as he rocked his wailing baby. "He keeps crying, I don't know why..."

However, your attention was drawn more to his disheveled appearance. Messy hair, slitted eyes as if he hadn't brushed off sleep, and most of all, the dark eyebags under his eyes.

"Uh, Satoru... give him to me."

When he did, your baby calmed down almost instantly, his sobs turning into light sniffles, and your husband could only scratch his head in confusion.

"Why...? When I tried to look at him, he cried even harder—"

"...no offense, but if I were a baby and someone who looks like a panda holds me up, I'd get scared and cry too."

Satoru let out a theatrical gasp, clutching his chest as he hovered over your baby—

"Nooo! Papa didn't mean to scare you—!"

...but to his horror, your baby turned away from him, hiding his face in your chest instead.

[jeonjcngkook]

incandescent | jjk

pairing: jungkook x female reader

genre(s)&au(s): fluff, established relationship

rating: pg

wc: 1.3k

warnings: theyre so in love with each other🤭! koos singing voice lulls us all 🤲🏻 makin’ out, playing with koos pretty hair bcs its exactly what he deserves !!!

summary: you and your boyfriend spend a comfortable romantic night in together.

note: unedited. repost bcs the last one stopped showing in tags 🙃.

Is there anything more beautiful than the sound of your boyfriend's voice?

The deep tenors and sweet cadences lull you into a state of calm as you stretch yourself out on the couch below, listening to Jungkook reach the notes in a perfect sequence to the song he is currently singing on his karaoke machine.

Friday nights are typically spent with each other as you participate in different activities. Your relationship's own version of a ‘date night’, you could say. However, this time it had been agreed between you both that staying in and enjoying each other's company in the cosiness of the home you built together was exactly what was needed.

Earlier, Jungkook prepared dinner for you both — a spread on the table of both your favourite foods and glasses of alcohol to wash it down with. Every detail had been carefully thought of, all the way down to the scented candles, that he personally chose to match the fragrances of the food.

Now, with full tummies and even fuller hearts, you both lie within the blanket of reds, blues and greens from the stars of his favourite LED light system and a spread of mandarin & grapefruit scented candles decorating the living room.

You could listen to Jungkook’s voice all day and never be tired of it. The calming effect he has on you with his words alone is something you have always admired. It doesn’t take much for a yawn to slip through his lips, catching the attention from yourself as he continues to sing through the verse of the next song. You watch as he attempts to stifle it underneath his breath, pulling the thin knitted throw up to his face to conceal the motion.

A sweet smirk is on your lips as he continues his lacklustre attempt at concealing his tiredness. Tears cling to his lower lash line from the yawn, head falling to the side and landing on your shoulder.

“You should get some sleep,” you’re quick to say as you feel him wriggle further into your warmth, his hand finding your spare hand that isn’t holding your phone and intertwining his fingers with your own.

“I’m fine staying here with you, baby,” he mumbles back in retaliation, cutting himself off mid-song to rebuttal back, voice half asleep and rubbing at his eyes like that will do the job of removing the sleep out of it. “I like laying here with you.”

You huff a little at his words. He is too darn cute for his own good and it makes your body warm knowing that he is licking being with you over much needed rest.

“But we could lie together in bed, snuggle up nice and cosy, and then in the morning come back here and cuddle all day into the night. Doesn’t that sound like the perfect way to begin our weekend?” You reason with him.

Jungkook’s lips part open for a moment as if he had the words to argue back with but is quick to shut them and opts for putting his microphone down on the coffee table instead. He finds the remote control for the TV and lowers the volume to something less deafening and one a little more relaxing as the lofi sounds act as a background ambiance.

He turns towards you and you watch as the flickers of the candles scattered around the room flicker and dance against his skin; bathing him in an ethereal glow — just like how an angel should look. The bright vibrant amber candlelight beautifully illuminates the melanin of his skin, extenuating his tanned skin stunningly.

It doesn’t help that his shirt is loose and baggy on his upper body, sleeves cuffed half way on his upper arm showing off his pretty tattoos of striking colours and bold black lines, only for the muscle under his skin to thicken as he brings his hand up to his hair. You watch intently as both hands comb through the long curly tresses from forehead to crown; again and again and it only magnifies just how pretty your boyfriend is.

The tip of his tongue presses against his inner cheek, his cheek protruding from the outside…an action he usually does when he is deep in thought. With the way the light hits his soft skin, it perfectly shows off how sharp his jawline is and how his gentle pink lips rest in a natural pout, leaving them looking plump, pink and irresistibly kissable.

“‘m not tired,” he argues, a grin on his face as he lies himself down next to you on the L shape of the couch, pulling back the thin blanket that has been resting on the headrest of the sofa and engulfs you inside the fabric before laying his head into your lap and effectively trapping you against the back of the leather and his body. Another yawn takes over his body as you feel him stiffen as he rides it out.

You lift your hand up to his face and let your fingers play delicately with the strands of his hair, twisting it around your finger and curling it around his ear away from his face.

Jungkook’s eyes flutter closed as you continue playing with his hair, adding to his tiredness and lulling him into a state of slumber. The atmosphere is exactly what Jungkook had promised earlier…cosy.

Jungkook’s eyes slipped shut, just long enough for you to see before he is prying them back open again with as much willpower as he can possibly muster. With the feeling of your fingers gently twisting and pulling at his hair, he has no argument against his exhaustion as it finally reaches him.

You reach the tight curls at the base of his neck, fingers playing with the curls as you make sure to let your nails scratch lightly at the base of his scalp, knowing that Jungkook has no bone in his body to make this stop, enjoying your touches so much.

You have him exactly where you want him.

Jungkook’s eyes are glazed over with sleep and yet all the same still looks dreamy — the browns are rich and deep, flakes of amber dotted within his irises. Love songs are written about eyes like his. It wasn’t hard to peer into them and to see your own smile reflecting back when he looks at you.

He runs his thumb over your lower lip, parting them just slightly before he leans down, pillowy lips connecting to yours in a soft kiss.

The feeling is so fulfilling that it is enough to make your eyelids flutter shut and your heart racing in your chest with blissful warmth as he presses his mouth deeper into yours. Even in a state of sleep, the kiss is still filled with emotion — passionate and sensual.

Jungkook moans as his mouth continues to work over yours, his teeth catching your lower lip and biting down with little pressure and letting it snap back before chasing your mouth for a second kiss.

Your hands run through his hair,nails grazing his scalp enticingly, eliciting another moan from deep within his chest. The way you kiss him has him seeing stars; dazed and lost in the touch of your lips. You caress his face with delicate touches, tongues flicking across his mouth and the way you counter back by nibbling in his own bottom lip before breaking the kiss.

Endearingly, you both press your foreheads together and close your eyes with a smile on both your lips.

Jungkook’s hand finds home on his hip before slipping underneath the cotton material of your t-shirt and resting his hands there. His thumb runs tracks over your skin in back and forth strokes as you bask in the calming, soothing sensation.

You feel his foot nudge open your legs as he tangles his limbs with yours and pulls you impossibly closer to you, your own leg now resting on top of his lip as you lock each other within the other's arms.

The feeling of Jungkook’s breath against your skin causes goosebumps to travel over your body, the warmth now turning into a small bonfire as love for the sleepy man in your arms ignites and burns bright.

It isn’t long before his breathing becomes drawn out and even, loud snores whistling through his nose and his thumb slows its movements as he eventually falls asleep in your arms.

“So much for not being sleepy,” you mock him as if he could hear, when deep down you wish that he had taken off into a dreamy slumber.

With gentle ease, you press the palm of your hand against his full cheek and brush your thumb over his cheeks the same way he did with your hip moments ago. You press your head against his forehead and land a tiny, light, airy kiss on his pouty lips.

You close your own eyes, listening to the flickering sounds of the small candles around the living room as well as concentrating on the rhythm of Jungkook’s breathing, hoping to ease yourself into your own slumber.

What felt like a moment later, Jungkook tightens his hold on you, whispering a small ‘i love you’, before sleep eventually blankets over you.

[wolf-tail]

Since I'm far more comfortable being weird on 40k tumblr than I used to be, I'm gonna say some unhinged things.

Now that you've all been thoroughly warned, I'm thinking about which Primarchs would be the best or worst to deal with if they got pregnant:

Lion-You do not know he is pregnant. He would preffer it that way. He seems crankier, meaner, more reclusive, amd just a bit rounder, but you don't know about it until he winces and slinks off during a meeting, then returns a few hours later with babby in tow. No one is allowed to touch or even look at babby for at least a week.

Guilliman-He's doing pretty ok, but very anxious. Lots of body aches, but you have a hell of a time trying to convince him to ease off the work and rest. You often find him fast asleep on top of his desk. Constantly craving olives. Overall not too bad.

Horus-VERY proud papa-to-be. Constantly showing off his big ol belly and bragging about how knocked up he is. He has a canonical breeding kink, he's wearing every embarrassing maternity t-shirt he can find. Mortifying ordeal, but could be way worse.

Konrad-OH GOD, whoever impregnated this man, answer for your fucking crimes. Anyone who so much as breathes too loud in his vicinity is a skinless splatter on the pavement. Mercifully, he doesn't seem to want to leave his room. Just avoid him as much as possible and you might survive.

Sanguinius-Glowing, positively GLOWING! He's vibrant, elegant, happy, the type of thing people tell you being pregnant is like to try and convince you to have kids. Happy to let anyone rub his tummy. (Would he even give live birth or just lay an egg?) He's eepy, so very sleeby eepy. He just wants to nap. That just serves to make it cuter. The only issue is that in the later weeks he starts going broody. That will not be a fun time.

Fulgrim- Also an idealistic glowing beauty, but probably is a struggling a lot more than he lets on. You just know he's nauseous as hell and his feet hurt like a bitch. Give him a foot rub , he deserves it. Has a bunch of super long baby names picked out, Definitely rearranged the nursery seventeen times at least because it's "not good enough". And the second fact that thing comes out the womb it's dripped tf out. Little fuck is leaving the hospital in a Dior onesie. Fulgrim insists on doing his makeup before leaving the maternity ward, because he refuses to look as worn out as he is. Let this poor man REST.

Ferrus-Oof. I don't know much about him, but he strikes me as the type to have body image issues. Baby has a normal ass name like "John" or smth. When it's born he's scared to hold it with his metal hands, but bub doesn't care, falls right asleep in them.

Perturabo-ABORTION. He has no time for kids. But in the chance he does keep it, he's even more cranky and insufferable than ever. Yells at his own belly bc MiniPerty is kicking him while he's trying to work. Sending u prayers🙏

Dorn-Hmmm, idkkkk. I have not read enough about him. Dorn fans answer this one for me. But from what I do know he'd have a hard time describing as his complicated emotions about it. Would swaddle the Dornling in his grandpa's blanket.

Angron-OH FUCCKKKKKKK. You thought Konrad was bad!? The sad part is, all of the parts of him that want and love the baby are being punished for it by the nails. But can you fucking imagine a pregnant hormonal Angron!? The galaxy shakes in fear. The second sperm met egg, Khorne shifted uncomforably upon the Skull Throne.

Magnus-He's having a great time! Studying every parenting book he can find (TAKE NOTES EMPS!), getting cool belly tattoos, doing mysterious pregnancy rituals, psychically communicating with MiniMagnus once they're developed enough. Has a BIG belly, sometimes hard to maneuver. Probably twins. Sons always happy to give it a lil rub when he walks last. Often found lounging in his tower, lazily talking to bubby while reading, go ahead and give him a back massage.

Mortarion- As much as I think he'd look cute with a baby, I don't think he was ever at any point in his life healthy enough to carry one to term. Isha, fix his uterus, he needs to be a daddy immediately. If he was miraculously to get preggers, he'd definitely be cranky, but not overwhelmingly so. He'd love the kid, but occasionally pat his tummy and gently admonish it for being such a little nuisance.

Corax- Drawing a total blank here. Raven guardies tell me plz. But he might go broody too, goes with the bird theming.

The Khan- Continues riding his bike until he's physically too big to do so. You can't even try to stop him. Little Jag is travelling at Mach Fuck You every day. Labor is 5 seconds long, and as soon as the kid's delivered he's strapping it to his chest and getting right back in the saddle.

Vulkan-Biggest cuddlebug EVER!!! Joyous and glowing, always up for a belly rub. You just know his ass is 8 months pregnant and still in the forge, working on little practice weapons for his lil Salamander. His water will probaby break and he'll beg you to let him quench a sword in his own amniotic fluid (don't, that's gross) Prone to hot flashes, get him a nice cold drink plz.

Lorgar-A baby is joyous blessing! He's insanely happy about it, going on about how his body was "chosen to bring forth a wondrous being". Touching the tum is a religious experience. Gets a new tattoo to celebrate, if he can find the room.

Alpharius/Omegon: You either have no idea which one's pregnant, or they all somehow get pregnant at once. Twins are a guarantee either way.

[itoshiexx]

pretty

synopsis: when your insecurities get the best of you, rin comes to the rescue to make sure you know you're so much more than pretty.

pairing: itoshi rin x gn!reader | words: 845 | warnings: established relationship, slight hurt/comfort, insecurities, i tried to make this as gender neutral as possible but reader is implied to wear makeup, suggestive at the end!!, aged up characters

notes: it’s me, hi, i'm the problem it's me! i'm back with this idea i had while i was trying some clothes. kinda hate how this turned out but whatever, i'm sad

masterlist part 2 (nsfw)

you never really took long to get ready. it was one of the reasons rin loved you so much: you were practical with your outfit and your makeup, and very good at managing your time. for someone as the young itoshi, who screamed practicality, you were a perfect match.

it is why rin is standing up from his place on the living room’s couch, sprinting towards your shared bedroom — to understand why you are taking so long. if you don’t leave soon, you might be late for your dinner reservations. 

entering the bedroom door, rin spots you easily. you are standing in front of the mirror, with nothing but your underwear on, staring at your reflection with a lost gaze.

he decides he doesn’t like this gaze on you.

“what’s wrong?” his question seems to break you from whatever stupor you were in; his bluntness catching you off guard in an unusual manner, since you were used to your boyfriend’s direct nature.

rin is met with silence. your lips part and close several times, but nothing comes out. his brows furrow, and he takes a few steps inside to take a closer look to you. 

your hands are wandering through your skin — from the plush of your thighs, your hips, the curve of your waist, stopping at your tummy. then, they move further to your ribs, chest, shoulders, up until your neck. 

it’s like you’re analyzing something, although rin can’t quite pinpoint what it is. he could almost say you’re admiring yourself, if not for the slight furrow of your brows and the crisp on your lips.

“do you… do you think i’m pretty, rin?” 

your voice is so small it scares him for a moment. he wasn’t expecting such a question. nevertheless, rin takes a few more steps until he’s right behind you in the mirror, and his arms find home in your waist in a tight embrace. you shiver feeling the material of his white button up shirt against your bare skin. 

you feel his scrutinizing gaze from over your shoulder, and you have to fight the urge to hide. it’s silly, and you know; because you never have to hide from rin. he has seen you, all of you, way too many times. 

but there’s just something about this moment that makes you feel so little and so insecure, because the stupid voices in your head keep telling you bad things about yourself. and you also know that they are just intrusive thoughts, and that you shouldn’t listen to them, but right now it’s really fucking hard. 

“pretty?” he repeats, a little breathless. his eyes wander through every bit of you, like he’s trying to commit to memory. “you’re asking me if i think you’re pretty?”

you shake your head. “forget it, i shouldn’t have asked—”

“love,” rin interrupts your rambling, “you are so much more than pretty.”

you blink a few times, unsure you heard him right. rin’s hold on you tightens. 

“you are beautiful.” he rests his chin on your shoulder, still staring intently at your figure. “you are… god. you’re breathtaking.”

he leaves a featherlight kiss on your neck, and you can’t help but feel incredibly shy under his strong gaze. rin stares at you as if you are the most beautiful creature that has ever landed on earth, like some sort of divine being that came from the heavens to bless every human lucky enough to deserve to cross your path. probably because, to him, that was exactly what you were.

and rin was the luckiest of them all, for he was the one who you chose to call “lover”, the one that could spend every minute of his existence by your side, bathing in your glow, basking in the warmth of every one of your smiles. 

he was the one that could feel the texture of your skin beneath his fingertips and worship your body like some kind of temple, giving all the love it deserved. and if you were asking him that question, well… then maybe he wasn’t worshiping you enough. 

“baby,” his right hand leaves your waist and trails all the way to your shoulder, where he leaves another kiss. “look at me.”

you shake your head no. you miss the way his expression turns pained. “please?”

you sigh. you’re such a goner for itoshi rin. and he knows that anything he asks in that tone will be granted. so, albeit hesitantly, you do what he says, and meet his gaze in the mirror. 

the small smile he gives you is enough to send your heart into a frenzy, giving you those stupid butterflies in your stomach that always appear when it comes to him.

“you are everything good in this world,” he says, like it’s the truth, like it’s all he’s ever known.

then, gently turning you around to face him, he grips your waist tightly and brings his face impossibly close to yours, until your noses are touching and his lips are hovering above yours.

“and i will show you just how much.”

© 2023 itoshiexx. do not plagarise, translate, or repost any of my work on here or other sites.

[tornado1992]

Tails was hungry.

Chili dogs were warm, quick to make, and they lasted long. Chili dogs were the answer whenever he didn’t feel like cooking but still neeeded something to eat. Chili dogs were his comfort when Sonic spent too much time traveling without coming by to any of his live-in labs.

Chili dogs were the first warm meal he ever ate. Maybe that’s why they were his comfort food, but who could blame him? Sonic made the best chili dogs in the world!

Sonic wasn’t with him tonight though, but he still needed to eat, he had been pulling several all nighters lately and didn’t even have time to wash the grease off his hands or clean the ash on his face, so chilidogs it was.

He hadn’t found the canned chili brand they liked best, it was harder to find it lately, but he had a can a from a few weeks ago, he was planing on saving it for a special occasion, even if it wasn’t his favorite brand, it was still chilli, and he still preferred skipping a few meals to gather enough ingredients to cook his comfort food when he could finally reach his goal than just inhaling whatever he could find while working.

He hadn’t reached his goal yet, he just needed some more time, and Sonic always told him that eating properly was more important than reaching goals or deadlines.

The bread was kinda hard by now, and flattened to thin pieces for being stocked in a raggedy backpack for way too long, but it was edible, he has eaten way worse things before, he had eaten wet, passed, moldy bread scraps back when he hadn’t met Sonic yet, he could eat something like that right now, so he could eat this no problem. It wasn’t perfect, but Sonic wouldn’t be eating this, so it didn’t have to be perfect.

The hot dog wasn’t the best either, being forced to boil it on an old pot over a tiny campfire instead of frying it in a pan in his usual way to cook chili dogs, but getting a pan meant getting access to steel, and getting access to any kind of metal meant getting access to a weapon, he had to prioritize any weapon he could find, even if they were almost useless against the robot armies that appeared around him almost every hour, and even if it meant not cooking his dinner in Sonic’s favorite style of chili dog.

It was okay, campfire meals brought him the best memories anyways.

He wasn’t secure being outdoors, but almost no place in the world was populated enough to be considered safe, not at this point, not since five months ago. The only place know to not being taken yet being the one he never planned to come back to. So starting a campfire and risking himself to being tracked down by the enemy was still better than coming back to the people that turned their backs on him. Even if coming back could mean a roof over his head, three meals a day, and a warm bed, it still meant accepting he was wrong the day he left. And he wasn’t wrong, he isn’t wrong, he just needs more time, and to have more time required him to eat, and if eating out here would get him more time, It was still better than returning to those who refused to believe him.

He cooked double the amount he would usually eat on his own, back when he was home.

No one would join him for dinner that night. He had been dining alone for some time now.

It was out of habit, he knew exactly how much he should’ve cooked for himself. He could eat it all on his own, it’s not like his stomach would refuse to, hell, he could feel his tummy practically begging for a proper meal, the throbbing pain reminding him of a way worse place than the war zone he was in right now.

He already prepared it, he used all his supplies in this single meal, if he rushed he could finish it quickly and put out the fire before anyone could notice him. That would give him energy, that would give him time.

But he didn’t deserve chili dogs. Not when they were his brother’s favorite meal, not his. Not when he stole food from the resistance’s storage room before abandoning them. Not when his brother could be anywhere, alone, cold, and hungry. Not when there was even the slightest possibility of Sonic actually being dead.

And if he was, it was Tails’ fault.

So if Eggman captured him for standing still, near a campfire, just staring at some freshly cooked chili dogs in Eggman Empire territory… maybe it was for the best.

Maybe he’ll take him to Sonic.

[animegirl2016]

Osamu Miya x Reader Period comfort

Hey guys! Ugh I started my period early and reading these fanfics always makes me feel better. But there's almost no Osamu so as a treat to myself I'm writing one to help ease my pain enjoy!

Timeskip AU

"Princess? I'm home." Osamu said, toeing off his shoes, with a sigh. As much as he loved running his restaurant, it certainly felt hectic some days. He realized you were nowhere in sight, usually by now you would have run up to him with hugs and kisses. "Baby?" He searched the apartment and finally found you in your guys' bedroom, fast asleep.

He chuckled you looked so cute when you were sleeping, he went to join you when he noticed a red stain on the sheets. You must've started early, heading to the bathroom, he drew a bath for you with your favorite oils and soaps. Once that was finished, he shook you awake.

"Wake up princess, ya started yer period early." You sat up and looked at the sheets and tears started to pool in your eyes "Samu, I-I'm sorry..." Osamu was quick to console you, "Hey, hey none of that, it's not yer fault, it was an accident. And they're just sheets, we can always buy new ones. Now don't worry yer pretty head, I started a bath for ya. Go and relax, I'll take care of the sheets and dinner."

Kissing your forehead, he gently pushed you towards the bathroom, sinking into the tub, you let out a sigh, it felt so warm and smelled so good. After soaking for awhile, you got out and put on a tampon/pad. Heading to your bedroom for clothes, you noticed that your fiance had set out sweatpants and an old Inarizaki hoodie that he knew you loved.

Putting on the clothes, you headed towards the living room finding Osamu on the phone. "Yep thanks a lot bye. Ok baby I ordered takeout for us, it'll be here shortly. Did ya enjoy yer bath?" Nodding, you made grabby hands and Osamu chuckled, gladly indulging in your needs. You immediately snuggled into him, your fiance being basically a furnace.

Pretty soon the food came and you both ate and Osamu put on a movie for you to watch. You were feeling pretty good and almost forgot about your period when a cramp suddenly came on. Doubling over in pain you cursed mother nature. "Princes is it cramps? Do you want me to get painkillers?"

Nodding, you waited as he went and got the items. Handing you the medicine and water, he disappeared again and came back with snacks, a blanket and your favorite stuffed animal that he got you shortly after you started dating.

Draping the blanket over you setting down the snacks and hand you the plushie. He sat down and placed you on his lap, massaging your lower tummy. "Does that feel better baby?" You kissed him "I don't deserve you Samu, you're too good to me." "Ya deserve the world princess, I will do anything to see ya smile I love ya. And I can't wait until ya take my last name."

Snuggling against his chest, "I love you too Samu, thank you for taking care of me and I can't wait either." Listening to the sound of his heartbeat was making you drowsy and before long, you were asleep in his arms. Osamu kissed the top of your head, "Good night and pleasant dreams princess."

[smokersbaby]

Hello :D first of all, I love your Tumblr blog and writing, your posts about Smoker make me feel butterflies in my tummy. (Yeah, he deserves more love, he's such an underrated character and husband material, so I'm really happy to read all your writing about him ✨) Sorry for not sending a request or leaving a comment sooner (I was nervous because I don't speak italian, my native language is spanish, and I'm insecure about my english knowlege 🙏) I'm so excited to see blogs like yours, Smoker is my favorite One Piece character and let's say he was my unexpected fictional crush from the series haha. (He is such a handsome, kind, righteous and complex character, I feel an unhealthy amount of love for him😭)

So, after all that thirst for Smoker, the request. Do you have some thoughts or headcanons of him being a husband or even a father? I've noticed that people often forget that he is such a sweet man with children and that side of him just melts my heart. (The moment with the ice cream little girl in Loguetown made me fall in love with him in the first place💖)

Thanks for all the love and effort you put in your writing :D you don't need to answer my request if you don't feel comfortable with it so feel free to ignore it, I will understand 👍🏻✨ And keep on writing, you're doing amazing🌟

Thank you so much for all your kind words! Don't you worry about the language since I'm the first one who makes a lot of errors here! Moreover, my sister lives in Spain so when she comes to Italy with her little daughter we speak in Spanish (at least I try).

Smoker is the perfect husband material, I'm sorry if I haven't written more SFW about him until now but I didn't have the chance, so I am more than happy to expose him like that! (that scene in Loguetown lives in my head/heart rent free and I go look at it every time I'm sad, just to let you know) 💕

Characters: Smoker TW: mention of sex (intimate moments part) Notes: if you love Smoker and need some comfort, this is the perfect fanfic for you, I hope you enjoy this as much as I did writing it 💕

-> As a husband <-

Jealousy -> he isn't the kind of person that demonstrates openly how jealous he is towards you when someone else gives you attention (there will not be jealousy dramas), but he'll look at the other person with a deadly look from distance. He is jealous of you, more than you could imagine, he can't think of you in someone else's arms.

Sleeping together -> He loves when you use his chest as a pillow (and you love poking and squeezing his boobies too, let's say that), with his arms caressing your back when you fall asleep on him. He doesn't move a muscle when you nap, even though he grunts as he starts to feel his arms getting dizzy from the uncomfortable position due to your weight on him. He snores when he sleeps (sorry for that) and can be a quite heavy sleeper when it's with you (the opposite happens when he has a mission and must be alert).

Protection -> do you remember Smoker saying "you ain't laying a finger on my soldiers!" when he fights pirates? Well, he's protective towards you as well, but hundred times as much! Nobody could harm you when you are with him, if someone does, that person would be torn apart within minutes.

Cuddles -> he doesn't demonstrate his love in public, and Smoker blushes a lot trying to stay calm when you try to do mushy stuff with him in front of people. But, when you two are alone, he loves cuddling you whenever he has the opportunity. The thing he loves the most is hugging you from behind and placing his chin over your head as he does so, it happens almost whenever you are in the kitchen cooking or just brushing your teeth in the bathroom.

Cooking -> Smoker is not the best cook in the couple, he tried a lot of times and with a huge effort trying to impress you but he ended up throwing away a lot of pans since they were almost burnt or too difficult to clean after he finished. Once he gave you the only edible meal he cooked and he thought you were joking as you told him that it was quite good.

Living together -> Smoker never thought he could enjoy living with someone else this much. Since you two moved in together, he started to do everything with you, most of all because his work schedule it's quite strict and he tries to spend time with you as much as possible in your shared house. He's quite an organized person, if you thought he might be messy with clothes you're wrong: it's mostly the times he reproaches you for not putting your things in order (he's a marine after all, what did you expect?)

Going out -> He loves taking you out to play pool with him. He can't help but chuckle seeing you try your best and lose against him. When you make mistakes missing the balls with the billiard clues Smoker laughs a bit, but just because he can use this opportunity as his advance, placing his hands on your waist trying to teach you how to play properly (of course most of the time you pretend you can't play to make him approach you).

Intimate moments -> He's intense, for real. He won't let you leave the bedroom until he satisfies every desire of yours (it's him that insists to do that, not you). He loves your body and kisses every inch of you before using his mouth to make you see stars. Smoker adores you when you ride him taking the lead since he's accustomed to giving orders in his job, it's like a kind of role reversal to him. He can be a little bit rough at times in bed, grabbing you by your thighs and leaving small bites on your neck, but he won't ever push you beyond your limits. Smoker also loves when you ask him to spank your butt since he can't take his hands off of it. He has a slightly praising kink and loves telling you how good you are at taking him all inside of you.

-> As a father <-

Smoking -> he doesn't smoke around you when you are pregnant as doesn't smoke around his children since his family is the top priority to him, but since his kids want to be with their dad all the time he's quite stressed about abstinence from smoke.

Protection -> Good luck to everyone who tries to harm his children, no one could ever think about such a thing, and when the idea of someone harming his children comes into Smoker's mind, he can't help but think about all the things he would do to make these people pay in the most atrocious ways.

Boy or girl? -> He wants a girl, definitely, but he'll be hella protective towards her when she starts growing up. He'll treat her like her little princess and bring her on his shoulder every time he can. Smoker can't resist but give her all she wants, even when he knows he shouldn't spoil her but he can't say no to his little princess.

Cherishes your body -> There's no need to be insecure about your body after giving birth since he'll love every curve of yours during and after pregnancy: every pound you gained in the 9 months is a pound more for him to love. Your stretchmarks are just a sign of you bringing to this world his child. He doesn't care if your body changed after the birth of your babies, this is just another reason to make you feel appreciated more than before since he can't see you sad about it and won't ever let it happen.

Finds time to stay with you -> Probably it won't be easy for you two to find time for yourself when you both have children to take care of and he's away in marine missions for days. But when you finally find a little bit of time to spend alone with Smoker it's like when you were just married, snuggling in bed as he gives you all the attention he can to the person he loves the most.

Playtime -> Smoker tries to find time to play with them, which can be kinda difficult at times because of his job. His children love pranking him while he's busy or distracted. Smoker sighs and puts on a (fake) grunt on his face as this happens and then starts chasing them playfully all over the house. They love pretending to be pirates escaping from the big marine that is their father, Smoker plays along but he's kinda worried when he sees his children enjoying this game, he hopes with all his heart that his kids won't ever become pirates.

When the kids grow up -> He teaches them the difference between what's right and what's simple, which can be difficult since he has seen so many people taking the wrong way in life, but he tries to not push them about it since he knows he'll probably get the opposite reaction from them. He loves his children so much and is a little bit scared of them growing up, Smoker wants the best for them.

[theflowerofthecommonwealth]

Power Armor Punch Part Fifty Six

Masterlist

Teshteal: *gets a little lightheaded from the smell but rakes up a whole bunch of gunk- a good chunk of it in fact. He scrapes it all out the door before falling against the frame from how dizzy he got from the odor* Th- the smell-!

Joyce: “Yeah, I know it’s horrendous but luckily Ma knows how to get rid of the stench off our clothes. It’s one of the downsides of living on this island, but at least we know what’s on it and can monitor what comes in. Unlike the mainland, anything can get you there.” (Continues the clean up, raking up as much gunk as she can get so they can be done with the worst)

Nick: *cracks a smile at her at the compliment* I try my best.

Ma: “Well, please keep it up.” (Gestures at Jazzy as she dabs her forehead with the cool cloth once more) “She’s deserves a good father figure to look up to and to care for her.”

Jasmine: (Half asleep again and completely relaxed all cozied up in her Dads arms, getting lulled by the motion of the chair rocking and the gentle rubs on her stomach. It reminds her of that one time a very bad virus went around town when she was about four, bad enough that even she herself caught it and started suffering. Her mother had sat in the family’s rocking chair and rubbed her tummy while singing along to the radio)

Nick: *it occurs to him that he’s going to have to discuss leaving her with Ma and Donovan if he’s going to go to the vault. Mutters* That’s going to be hard…

Gardio: *soon has the kitchen and dining room spotless and the food all put up. He starts to clean the livingroom some*

Teshteal: *has a pang of guilt and shame for stopping* I’m sorry. *starts to help again but has to stop after a few short moments because his sense of smell is too strong to handle it. Swears* I’m so fxcking useless-

Joyce: (Stops and turns around when she hears Teshteal mutter something she couldn’t quite pick up) “Hm? What was that?” (Sweet smile on her face) “Do you need a break? We are almost done anyways.”

Jasmine: (Listening to Nicks internal workings gurgle and churn as she cutely snuggles against him and sniffles)

Ma: (Stands straight again, being lost in her own thoughts) “I’ll head back down to finish up, sanitize the med room and get the supplies ready for later when Donny gets back. Need anything else? Or shall I just leave you two in peace for a moment?”

Nick: *flashes a smile* I think we’re all good here.

Teshteal: *feels even worse for not finishing the job when they’re almost through. Sadly admits defeat* Yes. Sorry. I’m just slowing you down…

Joyce: (Waves a hand) “No you weren’t, without Donny here it would’ve taken me ages to finish up.” (Gives him a grateful smile) “Thank you. I know this job reeks but you made it better.” (Looks up at the sky in thought) “Am I doing compliments right? Am I overdoing it? Or under doing it?”

Ma: (Warm smile at the caring father gently holding and comforting his daughter) “Alright then, I’ll take my leave.” (Walks out of the room)

Jasmine: (Would suck on her thumb to soothe herself further but she can’t. She instead starts slowly drinking from the bottle again, taking in more water than last time while she shifts in discomfort from the sensation of eating/drinking)

Nick: *happy she’s at least drinking a little water*

Ma: (Absolutely beams with delight when she sees the kitchen and dining room clean and sparkly) “Goodness me! You did this?” (Heads up to Gardio)

Gardio: *pauses from sweeping the living room* Well, yes. It’s the least I could do for what you’ve done for us. Especially for Lucille and I.

Ma: (Gives him a grateful pat on the back) “Thank you, it’s a big help. And speaking of your daughter, how is she doing now? I didn’t get the chance to speak with her earlier and I’m not quite sure where she is now.”

Teshteal: *puts a hand on her shoulder hearing that familiar tone of uncertainty* If you absolutely mean it, then you’re doing them just right. *apologetic smile* If I seem hesitant it’s because I’m not used to receiving them. It’s not you at all.

Joyce: (Pats his hand on her shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze) “Eh, neither am I. At the Institute, you don’t get recognized much for your work unless you screw up the it’s the whole, “Maybe you need to be reset!” Or something like that.”

Teshteal: *blushes at the contact but his eyes widen hearing about how she was threatened with resets. It reminds him of his time in the vault* That’s terrible. *hesitates and winces because of it* I was in some sort of experimental training program before the war. If you even stuttered they’d nearly kill you just to prove a point. *stops himself and smiles kindly to lighten the mood* If it helps, I think you do amazing work keeping the animals happy and healthy.

Jasmine: (Opens her eyes and stares up at her Dad, shifting in discomfort without pulling away from the bottle) (Signing weakly) “Hot. Dizzy. Suffering.” (Too tired to make full sentences, so she just chose one handed signs that got the point across)

Nick: *whipes her forehead down with the rag again* I know, doll. I know. Wish there was more I could do for ya. *sets it aside to let it cool again* Just keep drinking your water. Maybe it’ll help you cool off.

Gardio: She seems to be doing better. I haven’t had the chance to really talk to her myself.

Lucille: *inspecting around the attic. Thinking of ways to improve on the place to make it more hospitable in the long term*

Ma: (Starts heading off to clean the med room) “Perhaps you’ll get a chance later. If you don’t mind me saying, I think your little group is overdue for a long and thorough chat. Communication is key to maintaining a healthy and close-knit relationship, otherwise the pressure keeps building up until it explodes in everybody’s faces and then nobody is happy.” (Stops and sighs sadly, in the doorway to the med room, eyes gazing off in thought)

Joyce: “That sounds harsh, I’m sorry to hear that. Donny has told me about vaults, so many were just downs right awful, Im glad I didn’t have to live in one of those.” (Picks up a large branch that blew into the pasture) “And that I am now free to do what I please.” (Under her breath to herself) “Mostly…” (Starts dragging the branch out the gate) “That includes keeping these guys happy and healthy.”

Teshteal: *catches the “mostly”* What is it…? What can’t you do but want to?

Jasmine: (Whines to signify that she’s not enjoying the sensation of drinking the water, but she keeps doing it anyways because what else can she do other than complain and cry)

Nick: Ssh, doll. Ssh. You’ll be alright…

Gardio: I hope so, too. Perhaps once Nick’s own daughter recovers from this recent ordeal we can all sit and clear the air. *goes back to sweeping up*

Ma: (Heads into the med room and starts mopping up the spilled blood from yesterday, getting misty eyed at the thought of poor little Rosalinda almost bleeding out before her very eyes. She can’t get it out of her mind, the vision of the bubbly spunky little girl running down the street with passion in her strides and the prettiest smile on her face, that’s all almost melted away… She knows Donny most definitely feels the same)

Joyce: (Waves it off again as she continues to drag out sticks) “Nothing, Donny says not to worry about it so there is no “maybe”, I am free to go and do as I please.” (Confident smile at her new friend)

Teshteal: *takes her hand and cups it with his in a plea of concern* Please. I want to help if I can. I can't do that if I don't know what's going on. *quietly* From one refugee to another, will you let me help you...?

Jasmine: (Hums a somber note, nuzzling in her Dads shoulder while she drinks her water a little faster and focuses on the rocking of the chair and Nicks gentle rubs)

Nick: That-a-girl. Good job.

Jasmine: (Closes her eyes again, drinking her water at a steady pace while her hands grip on Nicks shirt, encouraged by his words. She’s gotten about half of it down by now)

Gardio: *cleans up the livingroom. He's got nothing better to do at the moment. 

Lucille: *comes walking down to get some tools and scrap from her pack and goes up to the attic. She's going to patch up all those cracks and holes permanently for Ma and Donovan* 

Donovan: (Comes in through the side door with a small cooler in hand. He nearly broke the damn sound barrier getting to the Harbor and back) “I’m here! And I’ve got the fluid!” (Nods at Gardio in greeting as he heads to the med room with the cooler)

Ma: (Halts her cleaning when she hears her son return and grabs her IV kit and pole, shuffling to bring it out)

Donovan: (Puts down the cooler on the newly cleaned table) “Don’t worry about it, I’ll bring everything up when it’s time to hook Rosie up. But I assume that actually getting the IV in her is going to be the challenging bit.”

Ma: (Nods as she starts up the stairs with just the IV kit. She taps on the doorframe of her room and gives Nick a look) “Everything is ready…”

Donovan: (Followed her up the stairs but won’t enter the room because Jasmine doesn’t have her nightgown as she puked on it earlier and is burning up)

Nick: *nods* Alright. *to Jas* I'm going to need you to try and stay calm for me, alright? *picks her up and carries her into the med room* 

Joyce: (Sad smile at Teshteal as she holds his hand back) “You’re so darling, but you can’t help me with this one, Teshteal. Donovan and Ma are already handling it for me, and I rather not speak about it.” (Gestures at the house, tugging on his hand) “I need a drink, wanna come?”

Teshteal: Sure. *smiles and follows along* 

Joyce: (Continues to hold his hand and lead him back into the house, only letting go when she needs them both to wash her hands in the kitchen sink) “I think we have some Tarberry water leftover in the fridge.” (Turns on the sink and offers Teshteal some soap so he can wash up too)

Jasmine: (Unaware that she is getting an IV as she was too out of it to listen earlier so she just shifts uncomfortably with a noise of confusion at what’s happening, gripping her Dad tightly)

Donovan: (Runs to make sure that the bed is all set to place Rosie on, or that the chair is out in case Nick wants to sit with his daughter in his lap. He’s unsure on how this is going to go, or how well Jazzy will take it)

Ma: (Follows Nick, frowning) “I take it this won’t be an easy task either? I recall you saying she’s not a fan of needles and I’ve come to learn that Rosie is still very passionate about things she doesn’t like, more so than she was before.”

Nick: You guessed correctly. It took restraints to keep her from ripping out the lead last time. *sighs* I think I'm going to have to hold her still unless she realizes how crucial this is for her survival. *decides to sit in the chair* 

Teshteal: *blushes when he realizes she keeps holding his hand when she doesn't have to. He's not even really keeping a tight hold on hers. Shyly* Yes, please. *takes the soap and washes up. Thinking to himself "Does she actually like me? Is this my programming playing games? Why don't I question myself like this with the others accepting me-" He stops when he glances over and sees her smile while she finishes washing her own hands. He can't stop blushing at how geniune it is* 

Gardio: *smiles, spying on the pair from the livingroom he's cleaning. It's obvious the little gremlin has a crush* 

Joyce: (Wipes her hands dry and heads over to the fridge to take out a pitcher of water and two cups. She seems oblivious to how hard Teshteal is blushing) “Here you go.” (Holds out a cup to him when she finishes pouring the water in)

Lucille: *insulating the attic. When she's done she makes a small space heater out of stove parts she picked up a while ago and sets it up to run on a makeshift battery until she can wire it to the rest of the house* 

Jasmine: (Whimpers and squirms when she hears about the IV line, her heart starting to beat a little faster)

Donovan: (Leans on the wall of the med room, waiting to see how Jazzy reacts and if he’s needed)

Ma: (Snaps on some gloves) “Please, hold her as still as you can.” (Bends down by the chair and pulls out a tourniquet) “Sorry Rosa-Marie, you might feel a tight squeeze.” (Takes the trembling girls arm and ties the tourniquet around the upper part, feeling the crook of her arm for a good vein)

Jasmine: (Knows this process all too well and starts crying out loudly while trying to swat Ma away) “No! No! No! No!”

Joyce: (Looks towards the med room with concern) “That poor girl. She’s been screaming and crying since last night, I heard it from my room…”

Teshteal: *frowns* She's always like this when people take care of her... *sadly* You kind of get used to it because there's nothing you really can do. *drinks his water* 

Joyce: “Oh…” (Frowns and takes a sip of her water, wondering what happened to the teen to make her behave this way)

Nick: *takes her arms and holds them tightly* No, doll. 

Ma: “I know baby, you don’t like this one bit. But I promise it’s for your own good.” (Finds a good spot and releases the tourniquet, starting to wipe down the area with an alcohol wipe)

Jasmine: (Screams bloody murder as she knows the needle is next)

Donovan: (Leaves the room, he can’t stand to see her cry anymore as it makes his heart race to see her in distress. Besides, it seems as if Nick has the teen under control)

Ma: (Ties on the tourniquet again, lower this time, and gets ready to prick the girl) “Take a deep breath for me, sweetheart.”

Jasmine: (Absolutely freaking out and would be fighting with everything she’s got if she wasn’t restrained by her Dad) 

Ma: (Punctures Jas’s arm and releases the tourniquet when she gets the new IV in place, holding it with her finger) “There we go, the hurtful part is over.” (Takes out the clear medical tape and starts securing it, working extra careful despite Jazzy’s shrieking)

Donovan: (Makes his way over to Joyce and Teshteal in the kitchen, forcing a smile at his sister) “Hey JoJo, how are you feeling?”

Joyce: (Gives him a sad smile back, putting down her cup) “Better now. I’m taking a break from cleaning the pasture with Teshteal here who’s been keeping me company. And you? How are you holding up?”

Donovan: (Briefly looks behind him at the med room where the screams can be heard from) “I’ll be fine, I’m just worried for Rosie…” (Shakes his head) “This isn’t her, I know she’s not like this. I don’t know what to do…”

Joyce: (Sets down her cup) “Aw, you must love her a great deal to be so worried.” (Wraps her brother in a loving hug to cheer him up)

Donovan: (Softly chuckles as he puts his arms around Joyce) “I do. And I missed her more than I can express.” (Sways her from side to side as he remembers the horrible day Jas was ripped away never to be seen again by those she loved except him and Ma)

Teshteal: *winces hearing the screams but keeps drinking his water knowing she’s not in any real danger* 

Nick: *keeping her arms still as Ma prepares the IV for blood transfusion* Ssh, Rosie. You need this. 

Ma: (Flushes Jas’s IV with saline) “While we are here, we should probably clean and rebandage her wounds again. Her getting an infection isn’t something that we want or need.” (Gestures to Teshteals salve on the table along with the bandages as she gets up to prepare the pole with a bag of blood)

Jasmine: (A hissy and spicy shrieking mess as she tries to peel off the newly placed IV in her arm)

Joyce: (Thinking about her former boyfriend while they both sway in the hug) “We were supposed to go dancing…” (To Donny, tugging on his arm) “Take me dancing, I still wanna go.”

Donovan: (Quietly laughs down at her) “You sound like Rosie demanding me to dance with her. She wouldn’t leave me alone until I did, stare me down with her doe-eyes to crack me down and get me to cave.”

Joyce: (Perks up with interest) “The little girl can dance too?”

Donovan: “She’s the one who originally taught me. Heh, you remember that school dance off story I told you?”

Joyce: (Groans when she recalls the story and how Donny had described Jas being marvelous on the dance floor at eight years old) “So even the kid can dance better than me?”

Donovan: “The little girl has been living longer than you and could outrun a high schooler when she was nine, so its not a fair comparison.”

Teshteal: *perks up hearing the two discuss dancing* I can dance, kind of. Well… in a deadly way. *remembers the way he tore up those ghouls* I wouldn’t mind dancing for fun.

Nick: *holding both of her wrists* Stop this!! *it’s times like this he wishes he could use the Reset code if it didn’t traumatize her* 

Jasmine: (Hisses at her Dad when he tells her to stop and starts kicking up a storm) “No! No! No! No! No!”

Ma: (Stops what she’s doing to hold down the girls legs again) “Rosalinda, please calm yourself sweetheart. The sooner you cooperate the sooner we can be done.”

Joyce: (Beams at Teshteal) “Really? Not many people know how to dance anymore. Donny has been teaching me how to slow dance for awhile now and I think I’ve got the basics down enough.”

Donovan: “She’s only steps on my toes three times per song now, a new record all things considered.”

Joyce: (Glares up at him) “I’m still tryna get the hang of it!” (Back to Teshteal) “We could learn together! Maybe hold a dance in the living room some time!”

Teshteal: I know ballet and a few other solo dances. It was one of the few things I secretly enjoyed in the Vault- learning to dance those dances. *frowns at the memory of his dance partner- one of the staff usually, shocking him or beating him if he stepped out of time or didn’t keep up. Morosely while holding himself protectively* It would be nice to learn to slow dance with someone who won’t hurt you if you mess up.

Nick: *grimly to Ma so she doesn’t freak out when he uses the command* I’m about to use something that should only be done in circumstances like this- when she dangerously won’t respond to reason. It will make her completely unresponsive without putting her to sleep but she’ll also be terrified. I’m letting you know because I don’t want you to get the wrong idea- I don’t take using these commands lightly but if it saves her life I’m not 100% against using them. 

Jasmine: (Too busy throwing a tantrum and screeching at the top of her weak lungs to listen to what Nick is saying about using commands)

Ma: (Eyes widen a bit when she hears this, then she looks at the feral child who’s uncontrollable. She silently nods in response, still a bit unsure on what’s about to happen but she’s seen how much Nick cares for his daughter, so she trusts him to make the right call)

Joyce: (Looks very concerned about Teshteals previous situation in the vault) “Oh, no. I promise I won’t hit you… I may step on your toes by accident but never on purpose.”

Donovan: (Also very concerned upon hearing this) “Where exactly did you come from?”

Teshteal: Originally? Boston, Massachusetts. I was a cop before the war. I signed up for an advanced training program cause I got tired of being the worst cop on the force. 

Gardio: *eyes widen hearing this. He had no idea his reputation affected him that badly that he felt pressured to sign up for a training program*

Teshteal: Turns out, it was a actually a front to abduct people who could be viable supersoldier candidates- people with combat training and skill. Rosie and I were both taken by the same people. 

Gardio: *covers his mouth, more at the realization a that his friend only ended up there because of all the mockery from the rest of the precinct. Feels guilty for not standing up for him* 

Donovan: “You and Rosie were in the same place? The same vault? How? Why? Rosie is just a child-…” (Stops when it hits him that Jas was always athletically and academically talented, always the best out of the best) “God no, is that why she was taken…?”

Teshteal: *nods* I believe so. *heavily as he examines his water* We never saw each other and she was in there a lot longer than I was. My “programming” was never complete so I’m more sociable than Rosie. I have my own baggage, though. I can’t even hear the name my parents gave me without cowering. *staring at his reflection in the water* 

Nick: *nods at Ma then loud enough for Jas to hear* A-001. Reset. *starts laying on the reassuances thick as soon as Jas goes limp. He lets her know she’s not in trouble and that she’s safe. He tells her that they need to give her blood via IV to help her regain her strength. He explains everything as calmly and as he can.* 

Jasmine: (Went completely limp with a whimper, her vision going white and her ears ringing with the heavy thud of her heartbeat as it did previously. She can’t hear Nicks words clearly yet, but she can tell that they are soft and assuring, not rough and angry as she’s used to)

Ma: “Oh my….” (Covers her mouth with one hand, shocked at how quickly the girl went limp and got a lost look in her eyes. She’s now completely submissive, like she doesn’t even care)

Nick: *to Ma* She’ll be like this for a while. I hate using it cause it robs her of her agency… *gently brushes a strand of hair out of Jas face* I just have to remind myself that it’s for her own good. That if I don’t use this command she won’t get the help she needs in time to save her life. *apologetically looks down at his daughter* 

Jasmine: (Just staring off while she slowly and blankly blinks, taking the time to rethink her situation by going through the previous events. She was hurt badly in a fight, Nick, Donny and Ma patched her up, she woke up sick, now they are giving her an IV and she hates those things. She fights because that’s what she’s suppose to do, but her Dad is the one allowing this to happen…)

Donovan: (Just stands there, processing all of Teshteals words and piecing as much as he can together)

Joyce: (Doesn’t have wise words to share to perk up her new friend, but she does have warm hugs. She wraps up Teshteal in one as she did with Donny earlier, swaying from side to side)

Teshteal: *freezes as he’s hugged. His instincts roar at him to flip her over his head and send her crashing through the floor but he refuses to do that. He takes a deep breath and leans into the hug, frantically telling himself she’s safe to get close to. Tells himself to let him get close to someone new*

Joyce: (Almost lets him go when she felt him freeze but hesitated when he leaned in) “Sorry, too much?”

Donovan: (Spins on his heel and heads back to the med room to check on Jas, now realizing that she stopped screaming)

Nick: *to Jas, still* Ma is going to hook up the IV to get some fresh blood in you. It’ll be quick and painless. 

Jasmine: (Whimpers quietly as she goes through the correction stage, anticipating a slap, whack, or even the crack of a whip at each correction she makes on her fighting form or decisions on how she handled things)

Ma: (Silently moves up to hook the girl to the blood bag, setting it to a slow drip that she’ll increase over time just to be sure that Jas doesn’t have any bad reactions to it)

Donovan: (Steps into the med room, halting when he sees the dead glare in Jazzy’s eyes) “What’s going on?”

Teshteal: Huh-? *realizes he was in a stupor go for a moment* No, I was caught off guard. *finally relaxes and gives her a tight hug back but is careful not to squish Gilbert’s pouch. His tail gently sways up and down at the comfortable gesture he’s letting himself experience* 

Joyce: (Brightly) “Okay then!” (Continues to hug the little devil gremlin man, still swaying from side to side as that is how Donny and Ma hug her and she hasn’t hugged very many other people)

Nick: *explains the command and why he had to use it. Essentially the same explanation he gave Ma.*

Donovan: (Looks at Ma, then nods in partial understanding. He leans back against the wall while he waits, still not looking at Jas for too long)

Ma: (Steps back with her hands raised slightly) “There, all done…”

Jasmine: (Breathing a little faster now, still waiting for the feeling of harsh pain on her skin from a strike, or worse. She continues to correct her mistakes bit by bit, edging back up to this very moment. It’s difficult to think clearly, her head still feels like it’s been stuffed with cotton balls)

Nick: *hushes her and pets her hair* You’re going to be okay, doll… You’re going to be just fine. 

Jasmine: (Finishes her assessment of herself and its not too pretty, there were plenty of things she could’ve done much more efficiently. She tenses and quietly mewls like a small feeble child would, closing her eyes tightly while some tears drip down. She’s in her protective state now, again limp like a Raggedy Ann doll while waiting for the worst to occur, although she’s partly aware that it isn’t necessary anymore as her Dad is holding her)

Ma: (Reorganizing everything and giving the remaining few bloodied spots a thorough wipe down)

Teshteal: *blushes a little and rests his head on her shoulder, letting himself get lost in the safety of being held by someone so kind. He wonders briefly why he’s suddenly become so attached to Joyce*

Gilbert: (Squirms in his pouch when he wakes up from his slumber, scratching at the zipper to alert everyone that he is now awake and in need of a snack)

Joyce: (Frowns at her ferret who ruined the moment) “I think he’s awake again.” (Pulls back from Teshteal and unzips her pouch) “It’s his feeding and play time. Hold on, I’ll be right back after I go put him up in my room. Don’t go anywhere!” (Smiles at Teshteal then rushes to run up the staircase) 

Teshteal: *makes a small wave with a small smile, blushing slightly still from the close contact of the moment*

Gardio: Looks like you have quite the crush. *leaning on the mop with a wry smile* 

Teshteal: *face flushes more. He didn’t realize how love struck he was until the old ghoul pointed it out* That’s what this is? *runs his hand through his unkempt hair in a panic* I shouldn’t get any closer- 

Gardio: Why? You seem happy. 

Teshteal: *paces, tail twitching in agitation* Yes, but what if this is part of my programming? *stops to face the glowing one* What if these feelings aren’t genuine?

Gardio: *smirking knowingly* I saw you tense up and I’ve seen you easily toss people over your head when they grab you. You were about to do that but you stopped. *points at him* You stopped because you wanted to protect her from yourself. 

Teshteal: What about when I’m close to her? 

Gardio: Do the voices stop? 

Teshteal: *freezes for a moment* What? 

Gardio: I’m assuming this programming makes you hear voices. Do they stop when you’re around her? Does it feel like they’re trying to get you to do something for them? Or do they quiet down? 

Teshteal: *blinks with some sense of clarity* They… stop. Mostly. At least when we were hugging just now, they were drowned out. It felt safe. *hugs himself a little to mimic the gesture*

Gardio: Then what do you think? *goes back to mopping the floor* 

Teshteal: *blushing again and covers his mouth at the realization that he might be genuinely infatuated with Joyce* 

Nick: *stroking her hair still to reassure her that she’s safe* 

Jasmine: (Sniffles and covers her face with her hands, whimpering as her confused mind tries to debate whether or not it’s actually safe or she should stay in her protective state)

Joyce: (Settles Gilbert in her room, making sure he and the two puppies are well fed and have plenty of toys to play with) “There we go…” (Looks at her window at the bright blue day, a shadow darting in the trees catching her attention) “Uh oh…” (Rushes down the stairs) “Donny!”

Donovan: (Rushes out of the med room and meets her by the stairs, motioning for her to lower her voice as go not startle Jazzy) “What is it?”

Joyce: (Points outside, speaking in a whisper) “I think I saw them again past the trees, though I’m not sure…”

Donovan: (Swears and rushes to grab his coat and gear from the closet) “And we’ve got mirelurks on the shore that blew in from the storm…”

Joyce: (Also tries to grab her stuff so she can help him)

Donovan: (Stops her by placing a hand on her shoulder) “No Joyce, I’ve got it. You stay here and help Ma if she calls for it or if they come back. Maybe they’re just sniffing around again.”

Pirate: (Whines in anticipation, sitting by the door with her tail thumping)

Teshteal: I can help. *wild grin at the thought of fighting a few mirelurks* It’ll go by a lot quicker if I go! *crouching and swaying his tail like a cat watching a mouse*

Nick: You’re okay. You’re safe. We’re just giving you some blood so you can get back on your feet faster. *smiling down at her. He rubs her stomach again to soothe some of her anxiety*

Jasmine: (Malfunctioning, her mind can’t seem to make up its mind on what to do at the moment or even make much sense on what’s happening. So she just goes into cuddly kitten mode and puts her arms back around Nick while snuggling close to his chest, focusing on the soothing motion of his hand to help ground herself)

Nick: *keeps up the gentle gesture*

Donovan: (Slings his rifle over his shoulder, giving the gremlin man a nod) “The mirelurks are an easy fix, we just destroy their eggs and wipe them out. However, we’ve got some Trappers who recently moved in and are camping out nearby at the quarry, or more accurately Trappers-In-Progress as they aren’t fully insane. They haven’t been hostile to us yet, but we have seen ‘em sniffing around the farm. It’s better to be safe than sorry, only a matter of time before the fog takes ahold of them completely.” (Opens the front door, scanning the lawn for any sign of someone hiding)

Pirate: (Goes bolting outside, barking like crazy as she starts sniffing around)

Teshteal: So they can be reasoned with, then. I can tail you if things get nasty. 

Gardio: Or I could follow. *to Teshteal* Sorry, Tesh, but your horns and tail are more noticeable than the glowing cracks of my skin.

Teshteal: *pouts*

Gardio: Hey, don’t be like that. This will give you more time with your new friend. *smiles warmly at the little devil*

Teshteal: *glumly* I suppose you’re right. 

Gardio: Besides, we still don’t know if the vault’s hunting you or Jasmine. It would be safer for both of you. 

Teshteal: *freezes in terror at the mention of the vault. Shaky whimpers as he cowers, his tail wrapping around his body for security* I hadn’t thought of that.

Jasmine: (Matches her breathing with Nick’s gentle rubs to further secure herself in reality, clawing at his shirt with a whine because she’s tempted to start scratching at her skin for her previous mistakes)

Ma: (Keeping a close eye on the girl, thinking about increasing the speed of the blood transfusion as there seems to be no negative reactions)

Nick: *Takes her hands in his to keep them occupied, rubbing small circles on the back of hers* Ssh. No need to punish yourself for that.

Jasmine: (Raises her head to gaze up at her Dad, her situation still not clicking in place yet but at least she’s not breaking down or panicking)

Donovan: “Wait- What?!? This vault could be hunting you and Rosie right now as we speak!?”

Joyce: “How did you get out in the first place then?”

Teshteal: *backs away with his tail between his legs at Donovan’s yelling* We were all put in cryostasis in the vault and I thawed out earlier than we were supposed to. I tried to get to Rosie but the security measures were too strong for me to combat at the time. I couldn’t even save the others in the vault. *clutches his hair with a whine at the guilt* I couldn’t even save them. *shaking his head in distress* Useless, useless, useless Linus. Can’t even protect an innocent person and now we’re probably all in danger-!

Gardio: *firmly to Teshteal* Stop. You’re not useless. You haven’t done anything wrong. *to Donovan* We don’t know. It’s a possibility. Now I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t yell at my friend. 

Teshteal: *still clutching his hair, trembling like a leaf at his past mistakes*

Donovan: (Gives Teshteal an apologetic look as his face softens and his voice lowers) “Apologies, I didn’t mean to yell at you nor be angry with you as you have done nothing to warrant that.” (Rubs his forehead) “With all that has happened, getting Rosie back and seeing how far she’s fading, it’s taking a toll on me. I’ll try to keep better control of myself from here on out.”

Joyce: (Hesitantly shifts closer to Teshteal, opening her arms to offer another hug) “You’re not useless to me…”

Donovan: (Still terrified at the thought that someone could come and drag Rosalinda back to hell as he witness them do over two hundred years ago, he could never get the pleas or the screaming out of his mind…)

Teshteal: *No response. Just muttering* I left them behind. I left them behind and they’re probably dead because of me. I left them behind… *keeps beating himself up. Stuck in a loop*

Gardio: *to Joyce* You can hug him. He said he felt safe with you. *To Donovan* I think it’s best we head out, now, to make sure it’s just trappers and not something worse. *already put his holster on and has a pistol ready to go*

Nick: Hey, doll. *still warmly smiling down at her*

Jasmine: (Blinks at him, not responding while her eyes search his comforting face)

Ma: (Ups the speed on how fast the blood is trickling into the girl)

Jasmine: (Eyes widen when she registers the blood filled line going into her arm, crying out as she paws at it with one hand. She’s not ripping it out, just lightly patting it to express she doesn’t like it)

Donovan: “Alright then, let’s see what we’ve got out lurking out here.” (Leaves the house and follows Pirate into the woods)

Pirate: (Sniffing the ground as she follows a scent of a human)

Gardio: *follows him, keeping an ear out especially for ghouls. Maybe he can get some information from the locals if there are any ferals about them. He grips his gun tightly* 

Joyce: (Silently moves in to swoop Teshteal in a warm hug. She’s a taller than him so she slightly bends down in order to press her forehead against his)

Teshteal: *freezes and looks up just to be sure who’s hugging him then tries to pull her down closer to his level so he can hug her back, and pretty tightly too. He quietly cries, the guilt clawing at his mind and how he could have done better*

Joyce: (Recalls when Donny or Ma would hug her whenever she would break down badly, remembering what they would do. She carefully guides Tehsteal to the living room and onto the sofa so they are both seated, letting him hold her tightly) “Hey, it’s gonna be okay…” (Has only known him for less than a day, but she still feels a strong connection to him)

Nick: Shh… It’s alright kiddo. *takes her hand again* We need to do this so you’ll get nice and strong again. Alright, doll? 

Jasmine: (Whines and starts lightly kicking her feet like a toddler to further emphasize that she doesn’t want this IV in her) “No…”

Donovan: (Hears a branch snap when they get deeper into the forest and holds out his rifle infront of him) “Who’s there?!?”

Pirate: (Growls aggressively and gets into a fighting stance, ready to pounce)

Trapper: (Squatted down behind a tree a few yards away, cackling maniacally to himself while muttering nonsense to nothing)

Donovan: (Slowly starts approaching, keeping his guard up) “It’s the same bloke from last time, he tried to jump our fence while Joyce was out in the yard…”

Gardio: *nods and keeps his gun ready in case he gives them any trouble*

Teshteal: *shakes his head, his voice muffled in the fabric of her clothes* You don’t understand- I could have saved them! I had the opportunity but I chose Rosie instead! I could have saved them. Useless. I’m still the worst.

Joyce: (Hugs Teshteal tighter, leaning backwards so they are both laying back on the sofa) “Hm? And why did you choose Rosie?”

Nick: Rosalinda, please. You need this blood. *rubs the back of her hands again with his thumb* Just a bit longer. Okay, Kitten? 

Jasmine: (Stops kicking and fussing, blinking down at the IV line in thought. She gives another soft cry and buries her face in Nicks shirt while putting her arms around his shoulders, not fighting any further but she still isn’t happy about it)

Ma: (To Nick with a sad smile) “It’ll take about an hour or so for the transfusion to finish. In the meantime I have some things to take care of, do you need something before I go?”

Trapper: (Looks up, slowly rising to his feet) “You-?!? the Fog hasn’t taken you yet?”

Donovan: “I’m a ghoul and we have fog condensers, no it hasn’t. Were you just on my property? I thought I warned you to stay away.”

Trapper: “Why? It’s only a matter of time until the Fog gets ya and your girls, or the Island sends it worst your way and everything gets ripped to shreds.” (Steps closer with his hands out like he’s going to grab them) “So what’s the point in waiting around?”

Donovan: (Points his rifle between the Trappers eyes) “Don’t. This is your only warning.”

Trapper: (Stops in his tracks, edging closer as if he’s testing the two men)

Gardio: *has his gun trained on the trapper*

Nick: *Shakes his head at Ma then pats his daughters head* That-a-girl…

Jasmine: (Grips her Dad’s shirt tightly with her small hands while she softly sniffles on her tears)

Ma: (Leaves the med room to let the two rest in peace. She quietly slips by Teshteal and Joyce in the living room, noting that Teshteal seems to be having a breakdown. She takes her large bucket and several smaller ones, leaving to milk the cows)

Teshteal: *sniffs* She’s a kid. I heard her screaming for help before we went on ice. *doesn’t realize how intimate the situation looks from the outside because he’s so wrapped up in his own trauma. He’d be bright red with embarrassment if he were more aware*

Joyce: (Pets his hair, avoiding his horns. She’s also oblivious to how intimate the position they’re in is, she’s just comforting her friend like Donny and Ma do with her. It’s the only way she knows how) “You wanted to save a screaming and crying little girl from being tortured? That sounds very noble to me, you couldn’t have known that the security would be too tight…”

Trapper: “So, you gonna shoot me this time?”

Donovan: (Still has his gun trained) “Do I have to? What were you doing back here?”

Trapper: (Only laughs at his question)

Donovan: (Frowns) “Where you scouting out our home? Checking to see if we had left or were taken down by the storm?”

Gardio: *glares at the Trapper*

Teshteal: *sniffs and buries his face in her shoulder* I could have done better…

Joyce: “You did your best, and it’s obvious that you care about her so that secures that claim.” (Racking her brain for something to say, she’s still extremely young and doesn’t have much wisdom through life experiences gained yet. She wishes Donny or Ma were here to help, but for now she just curls up close to Teshteal with her leg partly slung over his for extra security and comfort. Again, she’s oblivious to how this would look from the view of someone walking by)

Trapper: (Frowns back at them, shaking his hands in the air) “You could shoot, you know.” (Takes two steps back) “I can just walk away! You’re gonna let me walk away?”

Donovan: (Growls lowly) “If I see you or anyone from your group around my home ever again, I’m putting a bullet between your eyes no questions asked.”

Gardio: *frowns. The guy reminds him of Teshteal in a way. Only unlike Teshteal his morals are a bit dubious*

Trapper: (Backs away, laughing maniacally again) “You might come to regret that, buddy.” (Starts strutting off)

Donovan: (Gets defensive) “Is that a threat!?! Are you threatening my family!?!”

Trapper: (Walks backwards and raises his hands, mocking him) “Who knows? You decide!” (Keeps walking away back to the quarry)

Donovan: (Snarls, half tempted to shoot the man in the back just to be sure he’s not reporting anything. Although, that just might send the others running over)

Teshteal: *seems to settle down a little more. Suddenly feels like he needs to come clean about his feelings* Joyce…? I need to confess something to you. *sniffs* Promise you won’t get mad?

Joyce: (Sweetly) “Hm? Yeah, sure! I’ll keep an open mind!” (Glowing brightly, emerald green eyes peeking down at him behind her wavy blonde hair that’s fallen over her face)

Teshteal: *turns his head to face her, eyes just a bit red and puffy. He reaches up and tenderly strokes the hair out of her face. For a moment he’s stunned by bright emerald eyes. Reminds him of Gardio’s before the war- he always thought he had nice eyes despite just being friends* I know we’ve only known each other for less than a day but I think I might be infatuated with you. *watches her expression carefully for disgust or pain*

Joyce: (Eyes glow brighter with excitement and adoration while a warm smile blooms on her face) “What does infatuated mean? Does it mean what I think it means? Do you have a fondness for me?” (Notices that his eyes are red and her face fills with deep concern) “Oh no, are you alright?”

Gardio: *whispers to the other ghoul* Might be wise if we take turns keeping guard, Donovan.

Donovan: (Doesn’t let his guard down) “Just what I was thinking.” (Waits until the Trapper is out of sight before turning to Gardio, motioning to head back) “I’ll give the turrets and the wall a quick once over to reinforce our security.”

Pirate: (Follows alongside her dear owner protectively)

Gardio: *follows him back, taking note of the surrounding area* If you have any scrap, I recommend making more turrets to bolster your defenses. Lucille seems to know about robots from how she handled Nick breaking down. Maybe ask her to build one for defense? Just some suggestions, Donovan. *shrugs, not sure if he’ll even take them*

Donovan: (Gives him a nod) “That’ll work if she’s up for it. I brought everything from our farm and only do some maintenance here and there.”

Teshteal: I’m fine. I was crying, remember? *smiles a little and nods* To answer your question, yes. I have a fondness for you. Romantically, in fact. It’s still too soon to tell if anything will come of it. Hell, I don’t know if you feel the same.

Joyce: (Radiating light as she shines with excitement at the confession) “Romantically like me? And you don’t even want something from me? You’re not pining for that kinda stuff, right? No skipping to third base.” (Quietly to herself) “No of course not Joyce, he’s not like them.” (Turns her attention back to Teshteal, blushing cutely as she squeezes his shoulder) “I think I have an attraction to you too. Although, I’ve only been alive for four years, and only one as my own person…”

@lucilleandherrobots

[safetycar-restart]

Maybe a soft date night with Pierre and Charles. Pierre and you are preparing a nice meal + snacks for a later movie night while Charles is at the gym or something. You surprise him when he gets home. After the meal y’all set down for a movie night. +cuddles

Aw yes!! I feel like we’ve even sleeping on poly!piarles lately so this is the perfect way to start soft night!!

I think that every now and then you and Pierre will decide to just spoil your bunny a little. Cause well… Charles is the best boy ever!! He lives for making his mommy and his Pierre happy and so he absolutely deserves to be loved and spoiled and cared for

Of course he gets fucked regularly and can always have cuddles and comfort. But that’s different to setting aside some time and surprising him with a date, especially because you and Pierre can’t actually take him out on a date in public.

And surprising him is the best!! He somehow never expects it, not even when you and Pierre are being quite obvious about it.

So you and Pierre prepare Charles’s favourite meal, talking about what movies to watch and how much you both love your sweet little bunny.

That’s the scene charles walks in on, his mommy and his Pierre cuddling in the kitchen, cooking his favourite meal and exchanging kisses. It’s the absolute best thing to arrive home to, and instantly he just feels so nice and safe and loved with his two favorite people.

Naturally he runs right over and slots in between you and Pierre, getting a kiss from each other and giggling when Pierre slips his hands under his shirt.

You tell Charles to run off and shower and change into comfy clothes, then he can come eat with you and Pierre and then it’s movie night. Charles is so excited!! Of course he drags his Pierre with him to shower, because they always shower together.

When Charles gets back to the kitchen, you’ve dished up dinner for everyone and then you all eat together while bunny babbles on about his workout session. You and Pierre just listen, enjoying how happy charles clearly is.

And then cuddles on the couch!!!

Charles doesn’t care about the movie at all, all he wants is cuddles with his mommy and his Pierre. He gets so many forehead kisses and tummy rubs and praise whispered into his ears that he really stands no chance at paying attention to the movie.

He falls asleep at the end of the first movie. You and Pierre watch another one and then Pierre carries charles to bed.

[br4inr0tx]

Hi! I wanted to ask you for a matchup for both Stranger Things and PurpleVerse (sorry for my bad english, feel free to ignore my request if you don't feel like doing it!)

So, my names are Sebastian and Selene, I'm a bisexual genderqueer (he/she/they/it pronouns). I'm a Scorpio (but I don't see myself in it 🧍‍♂️), and I'm an INFJ 1w9 (I think I should recheck my anneagram, but I'm 100% on the mbti)

Physically: I'm 5'6 feet (I'm now sure in feet how tall I am because in where I live we calculate with meters- so just in case, I'm 1.68 meters), I have medium-lenght, curly, fluffy brown hair (but dyed blonde on the half/down way of my hair, I don't know how to describe it sorry), I have thicc thighs and a little chubby-soft tummy.

Personality: I'm someone who's not too insecure but I'm not even confident, I usually bottle up anything I have in mind, I listen to what other people/my friends say and only after that I'll say some of my honest opinions (but ofcourse only if they would agree, example: if while knowing them I understand that maybe they aren't interested in something I do am, I'll likely not bring it, but I sure am honest in what I say, I just avoid saying somethings if they not agree or just dont like the topic), I hate overly jealous people like it's ok, sometimes, someone does feel jealous but to the point that you don't want me to go out at all and talk to my friends? I can't stand it. I'm the mom/therapist friend, always worring if someone needs something, brings always with me pads and generally other things for "emergencies", always watching the street left to right to make sure it's safe for my friends. I'm a people pleaser (slowly removing this trait of mine that I had for years). I'm a VEEERY calm person, but I bottle up my anger that usually after 2 months, I let it out for usually 2 days (the 1st I'm completely angry, the 2nd I have panic attacks and generally cry) I tend to don't talk to much with my friends in those 2 days because I don't want them to worry. I am not a jealous person at all, I like to have my personal space sometimes and I understand if my partner needs it. I generally don't like talking, if it was for me I would be mostly non-verbal but I need words to talk to people most of the time and I don't want to be seen as selfish or stupid. I generally "adapt" myself to what's around me, I sort of "try to fit without changing too much" and I ask "sorry" too much-. I love gore-ish stuff and everything that seems sort of "out of place/weird" an easy example is one of my favorite songs: Stuff is Way. I love to have a moment with someone I care for where we dont talk but are just close, even if we are doing different things <3. Oh and I have big problems with sleep, sometimes I sleep too much some other times I sleep for about 3 hours and I have some depression problem (which I'm recovering from; by myself) where I don't feel like brushing my teeth and actually generally it seems like a chore just getting up from the bed (I'm happy that it's getting better day by day but it is not easy). Honestly, I would both love having a partner that has problems with taking care of themselves so we can sort of "grow together" in our "recovering journey" or a partner that sort of "have no trauma" or problem of this genre. Oh, and one ladt thing about my personality is that I hardly feel like I deserve anything good (of course, as I said, I'm getting better, but I still have some issues)

Hobbies: I love and find comfort in drawing (honestly, it's been months where the only thing that I daw + now it's my comfort thing to draw is John Doe from PurpleVerse, I love them <3) I love listening to music (I have a BIG list so I'll just name some: Black Sabbath, Insane Clown Posse, Sabaton, Grimes, The Garden, Gorillaz, The Smiths, The Oh Hellos, Guns n' Roses, AC/DC, Mindless Self Indulgence and yes I'm ashamed but I have to say that I like their songs but I don't like them, Ozzy Osbourne, Tears for Fears, Oingo Boingo, Frank Sinatra, Elvis Presley, Slipknot, Iron Maiden, Nirvana, Korn). I don't I can calculate it as a hobby? But I find it sort of therapeutic staying in the water and like swimming in the sea <3. I love knowing more about nature (animals and plants in general), but my favorite is anything correlated to the water! (plus one of my obsessions are sharks.. LIKE WHALE SHARKS?? I could talk for HOURS about sea in general, and I usually don't talk at all). I love playing video games like: Splatoon (obsessed over it ever since I played the first in 2016), One Shot, MadFather, Little Nightmares, FranBow, Little Misfortune, Detroit Become Human, Minecraft, and more.

How I show my love: Physical Touch (I seek even for little touches, like holding hands), Act of Service and generally I want to make my partner feel like they are a princess/prince/my liege (i think "liege" is the right nonbinary term?), Gift Giving.

What I honestly like to receive: Physical Touch, Quality Time, and maybe Gift Giving? (I would love for my ideal partner to be like: "I found this! It made me think of you<3" or them to give me something that is related to my hyperfixation/obsessions)

and really, thank you for your time! <3

hey! sorry this took me a hot minute. idk what happened but like i got hit with a bunch of tests all at the same time for school for finals. plus! I wanted to make this extra special sense your matchup for me was really sweet. enjoy!

Warnings: stranger things season 4 spoilers, MSI mention, bad/distant parents mention, noose scar mention.

your Stranger Things matchup is..Eddie Munson!!

• you may or may not have seen this coming ngl. I know not everyone loves this dude because he’s overhyped, but I still think he’s decently neat, and would definitely get along with you.

• He’s not really an appearance guy. He’s more of a personality lover. He’s not one to judge, I mean hey, look at him.

• He’s taller then you by a bit, he’s like between 5’10 and 6’. Eddie loves giving you hugs from behind, especially to greet you, and possibly rock you around to soothe you down from whatever the day has thrown at you yet. Even if nothing has, he still does it. He loves having sweet moments with you.

• He might throw a cocky remark about your height once or twice (even though your at the average height, he’d still be a dick because he’s tall) but overall doesn’t think about it.

• You’re genuinely warm, and cuddle time is heaven with you. He likes to rest his head near your tummy, and turn down any remarks you have about your negative self image with positive things.

• Eddie likes to talk to those he’s close with, but I’m pretty sure he can still keep up a conversation with strangers. He’s a true ambivert, in my opinion. So if your feeling reserved a certain day, he often takes the reigns for you, asking later if you want to take the lead again.

• Don’t worry if you still don’t, he’ll jump right back in to being some what of your scribe.

• Eddie likes to keep things real. No beating around the bush. He likes to listen to your opinions and hear what your thinking, just to get a sense of who you really are. Even if you have different opinions, somewhere in his mind he’s hearing you out.

• Eddie can get jealous, but it’s mainly because he’s not what most consider the "ideal man", and is terrified that you’ll run off to someone who’s better then him. He won’t take you away from your friends, of course, and he doesn’t really like to talk about it either. Please show him encouragement and love, and that’ll be enough.

• His parent situation is a bit..shaky to say the least. Having you somewhat as a mother like figure means a lot to fill in the empty bits in his heart.

• I have a headcanon that when he’s pissed off, he goes to rage rooms or shreds random songs on his guitar. He introduces these to you to possibly help with your quick temper.

• He’s quick to pick up things from people, and often can tell if you’re hiding something from him. At most he asks about it, other times he lets it go. It mostly depends on what you’re telling him. He knows you well enough to know you’d never say anything to ACTUALLY hurt him.

• If you need time alone, he definitely gives you that time. Eddie likes company, but he can last a few hours alone if you don’t want to socialize.

• Eddie’s into weird stuff too! He’s not really into gore, (especially after the Chrissy thing).. so it’s best to keep horror moves to the paranormal sort. He could still handle it, it just gives him bad memories.

• He gives the vibes of sleeping for like 4-5 hours and is fine. Weekends are all nighters. He’s not the best guy to help you with falling asleep, but’ll help you if you ask or your sick and need the sleep.

• You won’t recover by yourself anymore with him. You each have a shoulder to cry on with the both of you.

• I headcanon he has a touch of ADHD. He’s basically a hyper puppy. Eddie genuinely cares about you, so he’ll make it his job to remember things for you.

• The both of you can do what you see as "chores" together. You each want the best for each other, so might as well bring someone along for the ride to motivate you a little more. Especially with a guy like Eddie.

• He’s not the best artist drawing wise, but he loves to casually peek over at what your doing while playing a few cords, and asking a few questions about the drawing.

• Rad playlist my friend. Eddie, obviously, loves it too.

• He doesn’t really strike me as a swimmer or water guy; but if you guys go to the beach he’d probably swim around with you, or watch you float around in the water from the shore.

• Eddie has a decent interest in animals I think. He’d be the type were if he saw a dog on the street he’d be the first to ask to pet them. He’d definitely take you to an aquarium for a date sense your into sea animals.

• He’d buy you a whale/shark beanie baby he found at a convenience store. It’s name is Sebbie (a mix you your names <3).

• Technically in his time frame not many video games existed. For the sake of this I imagined there was, and I can definitely see him playing video games with you and them getting playfully heated. Especially when playing games like Splatoon.

• He is a hug God. You will not go a day without some sort of hug (unless you ask otherwise).

• You treat him so well, sometimes he feels like he doesn’t deserve you.

• He fits that quote so well lmao. He’d find like a brownish yellow rock that looks like your hair and give it to you. He gives such golden retriever energy it’s insane.

• His gifts can be very thoughtful. Like I said, he picks up things rather quickly, so if he saw you eyeing a certain plushie or purse or anything really he’d save up money to buy it for you.

• He’s a very sweet lover, and would definitely help you every step of the way if that’s what you need from him.

your PurpleVerse matchup is..Mya Graham!!

• If this make you uncomfortable due to her already being in a poly relationship with two other characters, please tell me and I’ll match you again with your runner up.

• I have this feeling you and Mya would just click. You being more reserved, and Mya being there to guide you out of your shell.

• You’re a bit taller then her, but she doesn’t mind. Being more on the short side she’s learned to except her height and just not really care about it.

• Mya doesn’t really care about appearances- though can be a little nosy sometimes if she notices something very specific (Like how she points out Randall’s neck scar.).

• She likes to keep it real. She’s glad you do too, and don’t really beat around the bush. Things like that can sometimes annoy her, especially at times of seriousness. It also makes her feel more grounded, knowing she’s not the only brutally honest person on Earth.

• It’s kind of hard to get her genuinely mad, so don’t really worry about that. Even if something you did happen to bug her, she resolves it in a chill way. No need to make a big deal. She’s super chill.

• Plus, she almost never gets jealous. Like, at all. She trusts you enough to know that you wouldn’t do anything to hurt her purposefully.

• We don’t know too much about it, but I have a feeling that Mya doesn’t have the best relationship with her family, especially considering how Amy treats her. Having you as a touch of a mother figure in her life kind of fills that empty part in her life. She might tell you to chill out and not worry about everyone and worry about yourself for a change before you go into a panic dealing with everyone else’s lives.

• Mya barely ever gets mad, but when she does it’s not pretty. You both can work on controlling your anger together.

• Like Eddie, she prefers company, but she’s a good enough partner to know you could use your space.

• She’d definitely be willing to sit through a horror movie, but I don’t think she’s much of a gore lover. She’d definitely listen to you talk about it though.

• Mya loves hearing you ramble. Not really boy does she most of the time learn new things about you or the subject you talk about, but she thinks your super cute while doing it.

• Her sleep schedule is a little shaky and undefined. Depends on the day she’s had tbh. However she definitely makes an effort to get you to sleep, either through medication, or cuddling. She’s not going to force you to sleep though, so do what you want.

• She’s not officially diagnosed with depression, but I can guarantee she does have days where she can get really down. Especially with the shit she goes through with her family.

• You both help each other get out of bed. You both want to do better, so maybe with each other it might give you two more motivation to succeed. Mya definitely congratulates you for doing small things like getting out of bed or eating a meal. Most rewards being sweet kisses.

• She doesn’t draw often, but definitely loves watching and learning from you.

• She gives grunge vibes. Strikes me as a Gorillaz and Nirvana fan. Though she can definitely get down to some of those bands you mentioned.

• I know you like sea animals, but Mya has a cat named Sausage, if you’d be interested in them.

• Mya LOVES video games! And to play them with you?? Perfect date night. Would play video games with you for literal hours until you get tuckered out.

• Mya can be cuddly sometimes, depends on the mood she’s in. If you ask for cuddles though, it’s safe to say she would almost never say no. She especially loves chilling on the couch with a movie or TV show on, just holding each other.

• Quality time is definitely something she gives and craved. She likes to give you nice things she can afford too- seeing your face light up at a present she gives you is everything.

• She has that golden retriever mentality like Eddie, where she’ll bring back the most random shit that reminded her of you. Other times if she really tries, her gifts will be deep and thoughtful.

• She’s a very sweet lover like your other match, and definitely someone chill enough to eventually and hopefully get you out of your shell a little bit.

[chuluoyi]

✎ protect

- gojo satoru x reader

the word “protect” now means so much more to him

genre: soft and playful gojo, sugary dump fluff, pregnant!reader

note: anyone craving some soft gojo? :3 based on a suggestion by an anon who needs a soft gojo a while back, thank you!

a part of gojo's love entries

general masterlist

When he was 16, Gojo Satoru thought that protecting other people was a pain, and didn't take it seriously.

Later, when he realized that even non-sorcerers deserve to live their lives in peace, he dedicated himself to becoming stronger so that he would be capable to protect them more. However, even then, he didn't perceive their worth as significant.

But when you entered the picture, that measly, glorified word suddenly became so much more.

Usually people would only care about whether he had succeeded his mission or not. His formidable reputation as the epitome of strength means no one is genuinely interested in his wellbeing—no one after Suguru, to be exact—until you did.

After a whirlwind romance of attraction and banters, Satoru reached the conclusion that he wanted you, the only person left who actually made him feel like a human, to stay happy and safe. He would do it with his own hands, even if it meant reshaping this cruel world to be kinder for you with him as your shield.

And the word “protect” gained an entirely new meaning years later, when he rested his head on your swollen belly—the place where his new cherished treasure was growing.

“When will he come out~?” he asked in a whiny tone and a blissful smile, even though he clearly knew the answer.

You shook your head with playful resignation, unable to conceal your smile. "In three weeks. Now help me get comfortable, you dork."

He helped you turn over and fetched a pillow to place under your aching spine. Then, with a mischievous grin, he lightly poked your belly with two fingers, eliciting a yelp from you.

"Don't poke me! You're poking your child!"

To that, Satoru merely threw his head back and snickered like the dumbass he was. He then tenderly rested his hand on the taut skin of your belly, gently massaging it, smiling with ardent happiness.

"Can't really believe it," he sighed, brimming with the purest sense of contentment. "A mini Gojo, huh... You're really doing a honorable work."

A child of his and yours. He had always wondered how he would be after seeing him firsthand—would he laugh just like he had been doing now, or will it be the first instance that move him to the point of shedding tears? One of the reasons he eagerly anticipated his son's birth was just to discover how he would react.

Seeing the weight of his baby growing within you, making you rounder and fuller, stirred a deep well of warm emotions in him with each passing day though.

"I am," you retorted cheekily, rolling your eyes. "In fact, you should be revering and worshipping me for carrying your spawn."

He merely hummed in a childlike manner, feeling his baby move around under his touch. You were about to roast him again with something funny when he leaned down and planted a kiss on your tummy, whispering to it.

"Please come out already~ Papa wants to meet you!"

Your heart swelled with warmth at that moment. Gojo Satoru was many things, but he wasn't typically known for his softness—he was often seen as this all-perfect being, and so witnessing him acting purely on his human emotions brought you a sense of happiness.

“Who do you think he’ll take after?” you mused.

“Hmmm. Me, obviously. He'll be hot just like me!” he quipped proudly, and you playfully smacked him on the arm.

Satoru caught your hand and kissed it tenderly amidst his grin. "But I want him to have your personality. I'd hate to see him be a show-off."

"So you do realize that you're actually a menace."

He laughed out loud, patting the generous swell of your belly again with a smug look on his face.

"I know, but I'm your menace, and that's all that matters."

And when his adorable son was born less than three weeks later and you passed out due to sheer exhaustion, Satoru vowed by everything in the heavens and the earth that he wouldn't spare anything to protect you and his child from this curse-filled world.

Epilogue - on the night of the birth -

“Satoru—” you panted, grimacing, head jerking back as your womb throbbed and pulsed in order to bring forth your child into the world. “I… feel like I’m going to faint…”

Worry etched his face as you leaned on him. “Hey, hey… Calm down sweetheart, relax and catch up on your breath, okay? Don’t worry, he’ll come out soon.”

Somehow his words rubbed you the wrong way.

“Hahh—this… is because of you! This happened because you shoved your stick into me! You horny bas—aahh!”

“Well, hey! Last I remembered, you begged me to put it into you! And I'm not—pfft—”

“Then what are you?!”

“Hmmm, nothing but a man who got you pregnant, sweetheart~”

“If I bleed out and die, it’s going to be your fault, you evil, wretched sorcerer!”

[casspurrjoybell-19]

TORN - Chapter 17

*Warning: Adult Content*   

Berlin Cahill had never felt so tired in his entire life. 

Both his body and mind were spent beyond belief and the trauma of today's events was really getting to him. 

It was supposed to be the perfect day, the day that he officially became Luna of Oasis' pack and completed his bond with him but of course the Goddess had never seemed to be on his side in times like this. 

Even though he was extremely nervous at the time, beyond the wall of fear that he'd built was a field of excitement, one that he only got a taste of before it was completely ruined. 

‘On top of that, my tummy was beginning to bother me. Just my luck.’

It's hard to explain how it felt when Berlin saw Max's face walking down that aisle but the best word to encompass it had to be dread. 

He dreaded seeing his face again, the one that he thought he knew oh-so-well.

 A vivid image of the demented state of the features that he once admired, stolen and twisted, was burned onto the back of his eyelids, taunting him.

Each time he snuggled deeper into the covers with Hannah and Brook on either side of him, trying to drift off to sleep, his eyes would snap right back open as he whimpered softly in fear, trying to keep his voice down each time as not to wake his two friends beside him.

What did he do to deserve to have such a complicated life? 

He only wanted to live with a loving mate, be held in his strong arms every night and bare his children. 

He wanted to be a happy couple, the kind that go out on dates on the weekends and struggles to raise their litter of pups without pulling their hair out.

Instead, Berlin got a demon who possessed the body of his ex-Mate, who undoubtedly wanted me and probably Oasis also, dead and one loving mate that wanted to do nothing but protect and care for him. 

Why couldn't he just choose Oasis and be done with this entire situation? 

It was really becoming too much for him to bare and he was sure that it has barely even begun.

‘I'm so weak...’

Turning his head into his fluffy pillow, Berlin inhaling deeply as tears began streaming down his cheeks. 

Oasis' scent that clung to the soft fabric filled his nostrils and he found himself only crying harder at the reminder that he wasn't beside him.

‘I want him... I want Oasis.’

Despite the fact that Berlin begged Oasis to stay with him tonight, he could practically see the bloodlust in his eyes when Max was dragged away into the basement. 

He could tell that he was debating the options, however his need to torture the demon who threatened his Mate’s life easily dominated his sanity. 

Before  the Alpha descended the crumbling stairs to the basement, he instructed Hannah and Brook to watch over Berlin while he "attended to business". 

Although Berlin didn't like the idea of being watched all of the time, he has to admit that their presence next to him in bed was at least a bit comforting and he definitely needed as much of it as he can get right now.

He peeks my head out from under the covers and turns his head to the right, only to be met with Brook's sleeping face. 

It was safe to say that even when she sleeps she looks like a model. 

Reaching out a finger, Berlin gently pushed back a curly piece of hair that slipped in front of her eyes, not wanting it to tickle her nose and make her wake up.

That’s when he saw it... it was barely a flicker but Berlin’s teary eyes were fast enough to detect the slight movement that reflected in the wide window.

Who would be able to get into the Alpha Wing without Oasis' permission?

Berlin sat up in the bed, trying to be gentle with his movements so that he wouldn't disturb his friends. 

A chill went down his spine as another movement registered in the corner of his eye. 

A dark figure ran past the door in a flash and Berlin immediately slipped off the bed, padding slowly towards the dark hallway. 

He wrapped his arms around himself to try and find some warmth as the chill of the night was causing goosebumps to rise on his skin.

Pursing his lips in confusion, Berlin peeked his head out of the door, squinting down the left side of the hallway before turning his head the other way, only to be greeted with green eyes that were so bright that they seemed to glow in the dark.

"W-what are you d-d-doing here?" Berlin breathlessly stuttered out, much too scared to move. 

In fact, he was surprised that he could choke out those simple words. 

His Wolf Casey was helplessly whimpering in their head and Berlin knew that he was a moment from taking over from pure fright.

A soft but sinister laugh came back in response and before he knew it, a gun was pointed to his head and his arms were trapped behind him.

Berlin let out a scream so loud that it could've broken a wine glass. 

He was frantically struggling against the hold of the imposter that had him so tightly bound in their arms but his measly strength was nothing compared to how strong they were. 

Tears streamed endlessly down his face, blurring his vision as he was practically dragged across the room towards the window.

"I've got him, boss. I'm exiting at the moment, prepare the van," the person holding Berlin commanded through some sort of headset and Berlin’s eyes widened at the familiar tone. 

However, before he was able to confirm, someone else did.

"Callie?" came Brook's surprised voice from the bed and Berlin could've laughed out loud with how happy he was at the sight of both Brook and Hannah sliding out from underneath the covers. 

The relief he felt was unreal.

‘We're saved,’ cried Berlin’s Wolf, Casey, although they were both unaware of what was about to transpire.

Before he was able to get over the shock of Callie, someone who he thought was his best friend, working to kidnap him, two gunshots rang through out the room.

Berlin could've sworn that time moved in slow-motion as Brook and Hannah fell to the floor, blood trailing across the hardwood floors before he was yanked out of the window. 

He let out a cry of anguish, clawing for his friends and sobbing harder than ever before. 

Just when he thought things couldn't get any worse, fate turns against him once again.

"Please, save me..." Berlin begged, desperately attempting to reach Oasis through their straining mating bond. 

If only they'd finished the ceremony...

"Ouch..." he whimpered as he was thrown into the back of a van roughly, his fragile frame bumping against the walls as he felt the vehicle lurch forward.

"Ugh, your crying is so annoying," said Callie, reaching into a black pouch on her hip to pull out a syringe filled with some sort of thick, pink liquid. 

"Hopefully this will shut you up."

Berlin couldn't fight or protest when she moved over to him as fast as lightning, pressing the needle into the side of his neck. 

The pricking sensation was barely registered in his mind as he sobbed against the dirty floor of the van. 

He just wanted to sleep.

‘Sleep.’

That sounded like an amazing idea. 

Without another thought, he allowed the drowsy feeling to cloud his senses and take him off into a state of nothingness.

                                                      *****

It took no time at all for Oasis to reach the Alpha Wing. 

His legs had a mind of their own and their only thoughts were consumed with Berlin. 

Oasis heard Berlin trying to contact him through their link as he rushed to him, however it was far from being fully established and resulted in a faint sound of static instead. 

He silently begged the Moon Goddess that he was alright as he approached his bedroom, his blue eyes clouded around the rim with red. 

Blood-lust.

He'd left the torture chamber without touching the demon, which was something that never happened to his victims. 

Max had simply laughed like a maniac when he saw Oasis sprint away at the sound of Berlin's scream,  chanting a song that sounded vaguely of 'Mary Had a Little Lamb'. 

The man was definitely clinically insane and that gave the Alpha all the more reason to skin him alive.

The first thing that Oasis noticed was the empty bed, which sent his instincts into hyper-sensitivity mode. 

Berlin's scent was strewn throughout the room along with the faint tinge of his friends' as well. 

It only took half of a second longer for him to pick up on the pungent stench of blood. 

My head snapped to the side, taking in the sight of the two girls on the floor with blood pouring profusely from two wounds in their abdomen. 

‘Shit.’

"Ortiz, put the pack house on lockdown. We have a breach. Benji, I have two wounded in the Alpha Wing. I need you here immediately,"  Alpha Oasis instructed through the pack link, cursing to himself when he picked up fresh scent of Berlin along with another faintly familiar one belonging to one of their newer pack members, Callie, near the open window. 

It was slowly fading, no doubt from the slight breeze that entered the room but he’d always be able to recognize the tantalizing scent of his mate. 

Oasis guessed that his Wolf, York was right to protect Berlin from those 'friends' of his. 

‘It was surprising, as the horny Wolf was hardly useful for anything else other than getting his dick hard.’

Red began to creep further into Oasis’ line of sight as he let out a growl, York forcing himself to surface when it began to sink in that Berlin was most definitely gone. 

With a roar of anger as well as agony, he turns to run back towards the torture chamber.

‘Max. That fucking bastard. I should've killed him when I had the chance.’

"Alpha,"  the voice of Oasis’ head warrior, Luka, pierced through his link and the fur on his hackles stood on end at the urgency of it. 

He'd left Luka to watch over the Incubi when he ran to check on Berlin and it was easy to tell that something was wrong through his tone of voice.

"What the fuck do you want?" Oasis growled back at him, his voice sounding deeper as York began to take over once again.

"It's Max. He's gone." 

The Alpha could practically feel Luka's face paling through the link at the pure anger he shot back at him. 

He was so riled up that he couldn't speak, let along respond to him as he turned the corner that led to the chambers. 

Luka jumped at Oasis’ sudden appearance in the damp basement but he couldn't care less.

Just as he said, the pole Max was previously attached to was barren, the shackles left open and dangling. 

Alpha Oasis roared out with rage, stomping his way over to the pole and flattening the hard metal against the floor with the swipe of his hand. 

His chest heaved and his eyes began to fill up with tears as the weight of the situation dawned on him in one fell swoop.

‘Berlin is gone. My baby boy is gone. My Angel was ripped from my arms by a deranged asshole.’

Oasis falls to the ground with a sob, feeling nothing like the powerful Alpha that he usually is. 

The most important part of his life was taken from him and he felt nothing more than emptiness.

He'd get him back, no matter what he had to do. 

He swore to protect Berlin and he would never give up on that promise.

Not until his very last breath.

[bellaramseysgf]

Fever (B.B)

Warning(s); tooth rotting fluff.

Pairing(s); Bucky Barnes x (Afab) girlfriend!reader.

Summary; Bucky sees you interact with baby Morgan and gets baby fever.

“Awh, I know baby” you cooed at Morgan flattening strands of her baby hairs down, rubbing your thumb over her cheek as you shifted her to a more comfortable position. You swayed back and forth as you hummed softly trying to get her down for her nap. Bucky and Steve came back from whatever they were doing and you quickly shushed them but it was too late. Morgan began crying again and you bounced her “it’s okay baby. I’ve got you. They’re just so loud mhm” you managed to get her calmed back down.

You moved to sit on the couch propping your feet on the coffee table so your knees were angled. You laid her out on your closed thighs and began playing peak-a-boo he giggling all the while. The tears coming to a complete stop. “Steve can you hand me her bottle?” Steve nodded and handed you the half full formula filled bottle. You shook it up a bit before pulling the cap off and feeding the silicone nipple Your hand gingerly rubbing over her tummy as she gulped it down.

Bucky stood watching you take care of her in complete awe, he didn’t think something as simple as you just babysitting could make him hard. Seeing you ‘mothering’ Morgan made him realize how good of a mom you’d really be. You both said you didn’t want kids yet but now he really wanted to give you one.

Later that day you gave Morgan back to Tony and pepper who returned from there much deserved date. You walked into your shared room with Bucky to see him messing around in his sweats and a tank top.

“Hey baby” you called letting him know you were in the room. “Perfect! You’re back” you looked at him and he grabbed your arms. “I want a baby” your eyes widened “what! Are you insane? No way” he grumbled “but you’d make a good mommy!” You sighed “Bucky that has nothing to do with actually having a child.” He pouted.

“You do realize you wouldn’t be able to touch me for almost 2 years right? No sex for you. At all” he rolled his eyes “I don’t care” “I’ll be all moody and mean and I’ll wake you up at night” “doesn’t matter” he defended and you sighed. “Bucky no not right now. We still live in the towers, we are still avengers, we aren’t even married! Doesn’t that go against all your little beliefs” Bucky scoffed and crossed his arms “no…” “mhm.” You replied.

“Then I’ll marry you! We can look for a house outside of the city, we could raise them-” “Bucky! I said no” you interrupted getting overly fed up with your boyfriend. He eyed you and licked over his lips “it normally doesn’t even take the first try! Can’t we just try.” He whined and you shook your head “no because if it does take me and you will be in trouble.” He grumbled again.

***

A few days pass and you seem to have gotten Bucky to shut up about having a baby. He still grumbles every once in awhile but he doesn’t make a scene.

You went out to visit some of your friends and just when you were about to walk into your room you heard pepper and Bucky talking. “Yeah, there and you hold her head. Just like that! Good job” you peaked into the open room and your heart swelled. Bucky was sat in your arm chair holding Morgan to his chest. He stared at her with nothing short of adoration and true love. You felt your heart beat faster and a pang of want send through your body.

Fuck hormones.

You pushed the door open and Bucky waved at you “Shh” he whispered and you saw her sleeping, legs thrown over buckys metal arm and head resting in the crook of his flesh one. You felt the pang shoot through you again and you now understood what he felt a few days prior. You wanted a baby just as bad as he did now.

Soon pepper took Morgan to put her in the crib and you closed your bedroom door. “What?” He questioned and you walk over sliding into his lap. He smiled and hooked his arms around you holding you “okay. Fine” you said and Bucky looked at you “I guess maybe…trying can’t be all that bad.” Bucky grinned “really? You wanna have kids with me?” You nodded. “It wasn’t that I ever didn’t but it’s just….I don’t know.” Bucky kissed your temple “it’s scary love I know. Especially for you, you’re gonna go through the worst of it” you nodded.

You sat there in silence for a moment “I looked at a house the other day” you hummed “when you went out with Steve?” he nodded “it’s right outside the city, it has beautiful white shutters and a wrap around porch.” You smiled “it does sound pretty” “yeah? We should go see it tomorrow” you nodded in agreement and laid your head on his chest. “I love you peach” “I love you too Buck” you replied and he reached to cover the pair of you in a blanket.

[lovely--lover]

Snack time

💚Alex is too scared to ask for food when he’s hungry. Used to the dull pain in his stomach that follows, he would endure, to avoid the anger from his aunt whenever he asked for more to eat “You eat when I decide to feed you!”

💚You’re coloring with Alex, absentmindedly doodling flowers, when his stomach growls. "Alex, are you hungry?” he’s hesitant to answer. Unsure of how you’ll respond, will you get mad and yell at him or not make dinner later as a punishment? But you’d been so nice and his tummy hurt “Mmmhmm” looking away quickly preparing himself for your reaction “Why didn't you say anything? Let’s go see what we have!”

💚Early on you realize that Alex won’t ask for food or say he’s hungry. Waiting until his stomach is growling loud enough for you to hear. Even with you making three meals a day it wasn’t always enough. (At meal time Alex eats everything on his plate even when you know he doesn't like something) 

💚You decide to start cutting up fruit, putting it into small containers, to leave in the fridge. Filling a basket with various snacks and leaving it on the counter. Alex walks in and you show him exactly where they are. “These are for you whenever you’re feeling hungry. You can grab one whenever you want you don't even have to ask, okay!”

💚Alex isn't sure if it’s a trick, you haven't gotten mad at him once and he wants it to stay that way, only grabbing snacks when you are in the other room. Being as quiet as possible taking it to his room. Grabbing his plushie and sitting on the floor next to his bed to enjoy it.

💚There are times when you are in the kitchen and Alex will linger by the doorway. Usually a sign that he’s waiting for you to leave so you do and wait in the living room. The inevitable sound of the fridge opening or the rustling of packages as Alex grabs a snack. When you peek into the kitchen he’s already gone. 

💚Curiosity over comes you where does Alex go for his snack break? Grabbing some fruit snacks you went to find him. Wandering the house until you hear Alex in his room making happy little noises. Peeking into his room you watch from the doorway. Alex's head barley showing over the side of the bed. But you could still see him bringing an apple slice to his mouth. 

💚You walk over to sit next to him. When Alex sees you he pushes the container of apple slices under his bed trying to hide it from you. Looking away to avoid your gaze as you sit beside him.

💚“Alex its okay” you reach under the bed retrieving the container and gently placing it back into his hands “I’m happy to see you eating and getting your own food, I’m proud of you. You deserve to eat when you’re hungry, okay. I won’t be mad and you won’t get in trouble.” silence was the only response you got.

💚Moments of silence passed before you remembered “I actually came here because I also wanted a snack. And I thought it would be nice if we enjoyed them together, is that okay?” Alex slowly shook his head yes finally looking in your direction. 

💚Pouring the fruit snacks in your palm you held it out to him “You can have some too!” Alex looks from you to your hand and slowly reaches out. Taking all the grape and cherry ones leaving you with lemon and orange

💚After that moment Alex feels comfortable asking for food (even asking if he could have specific things). Now whenever Alex gets a snack he gets one for you too. It has become customary for snack time to be enjoyed on the floor next to Alex bed!

Snack facts about Alex (my thoughts and opinions)

💚 Apples are his favorite fruit! Likes how they feel when he bites into them and they’re sweet. (You have spoiled him, now he) Only wants to eat them when they are cut into slices, refuses to eat an apple whole. 

💚Doesn't really like watermelon or oranges because they are too juicy and it gets on his hands and shirt making them sticky. They’re also a little too sour for him. 

💚Likes honeydew melon and green grapes (his favorite color is green I feel it in my soul 🥺)

💚Alex loves peanut butter crackers! (the cheese ones are alright too but the peanut butter ones come first) Always finishes them with crumbs all over his shirt.

💚When the snack basket is ‘empty’ only granola bars are left. So you end up eating them all and make a note to not buy them again.

💚When Alex eats fruit snacks he always gives you the orange and lemon ones because he thinks they're your favorite (secretly you only eat them because he doesn't like them) 

💚If you're not next to him he will leave the fruit snacks on the counter for you. So sometimes you’ll walk into the kitchen with a mini pile of orange and yellow fruit snacks waiting just for you!

💚Prefers juice boxes over juice in a cup because the straw makes it more fun and it’s the perfect amount! Plus too much juice usually makes his tummy ache. 

💚After he eats his fruit he closes the container and leaves it sitting perfectly in the sink.

*I hope everyone liked it 😊 

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[ksywoo]

11:50 pm / b.sk

pairing: boo seungkwan x reader pronouns: not specified word count: 1.6k genre: fluff, sickfic, crush confessions, sharing a bed, friends to lovers, lots of pouty seungkwan warnings: seungkwan has a cold, seungkwan is insecure and it makes me so sad but reader reassures him okay note: this started as reader being sick but then I saw a compilation of seungkwan crying and said no it's comfort seungkwan time bc he deserves the world i want to give him a Hug so bad

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Seungkwan smiled forcefully at the joke being told, face wincing in pain softly. Maybe you only noticed because of how head-over-heels you were for him, but the others in the room continued their loud conversation as you turned to Seungkwan. 

“Are you okay?” 

He breathed out quickly and pouted, tilting his head. “I don’t feel very good.” 

“Are you getting sick?” you asked, placing the back of your hand on his forehead, then his cheek, testing the temperature of his skin against your own. You frowned, so worried about how hot his skin was that you put your other hand on your own forehead to see if a healthy person would feel that warm. “You should get some rest,” you suggested. 

He shook his head, pouting, but his heavy eyelids and furrowed brows as he sank further into the couch against you told you that he was close to complying with whatever you asked. 

“Come on,” you urged, nudging his arm. “You’ve been working a lot. It could just be from that, but you feel warm and you haven’t been sleeping well anyway.” 

“Who told you that?” he asked, guilt flooding his features. 

“No one, I just pay attention to you.” 

He laughed through his nose weakly and smiled, eyes blinking slowly with sleep. “Cute.” 

You shook your head, standing up and holding your hands out. “Come on, Kwan. Bedtime.” 

“You’re going to bed?” Seokmin asked, interrupting his own story when someone finally notice you and Seungkwan having your own side-adventure. “It’s not even midnight!” 

“I think Seungkwan’s getting sick. I’m making him go lay down.” 

“That’s probably for the best. He hasn’t slept at all this week,” Jihoon commented. 

“Hey, don’t tell on me,” Seungkwan pouted. “I’m going now, okay?” 

“Are you coming back?” Vernon asked, his hoodie covering most of his face as he curled up on the couch half-asleep already. 

“Yeah, I’m just making sure he actually goes to sleep first.” 

“Feel better Kwannie,” Seokmin begged as he puckered his lips in his friend’s direction. Seungkwan pretended to catch the air kiss and placed it on his heart as you led him out of the dorm and to his own. 

It only took dragging Seungkwan up one flight of stairs to reach his dorm and fighting him over whether he should eat or not (you were adamant he at least eat something small since you hadn’t seen him consume food at all that day, and you had been with him since the morning. He just pouted and said his tummy hurt too much. He won.) before he was finally laying in his bed with his pajamas on and covers up. 

“I’ll be right back,” you promised, venturing to his bathroom to find a thermometer before returning to his room. 

“This feels unnecessary,” he grumbled when you poked his back and made him take his temperature.

“What happened to health being important to you?” you teased and he shrugged half-heartedly. 

“I’m too tired to care.” 

You took the thermometer back and grabbed the correct medicine from his bathroom cabinet before returning to him again with a glass of water. 

“Sit up,” you ordered, handing him the medicine, vitamin C, and water after he slowly pulled himself up. 

He handed you the empty glass and you set it on the nightstand. “Will I live, Doctor?” he asked and you laughed lightly, nodding emphatically. 

“I think so. Sorry that you don’t feel good. I’m sure you’ll feel a lot better after getting some rest,” you said as you pushed some of his bangs away from his eyes. “It seems like you only have a small cold so it will hopefully go away soon if you keep taking medicine.” 

“Thanks for taking care of me,” he thanked softly, looking down at where you had grabbed his hand without realizing it. He was playing with your fingers gently and it was weirdly comforting. 

“No problem, Kwan.” 

“Do you really pay attention to me?” he asked quietly and you felt your whole body freeze for a moment at the sudden question. 

“Of course, I do. I care about you a lot.” 

“Why?” 

You noticed that he was specifically not looking at you; his eyes fixated on your hands, then the wall, then the comforter over his legs. 

Your heart broke slightly at the sudden insecurity you could now see all over him, in his expression and body language and laced in his voice. It wasn’t just a curious question, it was him doubting being someone others cared for. He rarely was anyone but the loud, charming, outgoing, happy, and expressive Seungkwan that everyone saw, and you had a feeling that you were the only one who got to see this version of him. The version that was insecure and doubtful and holding so much weight on his shoulders. 

It suddenly occurred to you that the months of you hinting at your crush on him would go completely unnoticed forever unless you told him directly. So you did. 

“Because I like you.”

He looked up quickly, shock evident in his raised eyebrows and parted lips. “Me?” he repeated. “W-why?”

“Why?” you laughed. “Are you kidding? Seungkwan, you’re a catch and I hang out with you so much, it shouldn’t be shocking that I’d catch feelings for someone like you.” 

“Someone like me?” he repeated your words, confused. “But.. why would you like me when you also hang out with people like Min–” 

“Don’t you dare compare yourself to anyone,” you cut him off sternly. “I like you. I’m sorry if that makes things weird between us, but of course I care about you and want to take care of you because you always take care of everyone else and you need to be looked after too.” 

Seungkwan’s ears were red, his head ducked down as he hid his face in one of his hands, the other still loosely holding onto your fingers. That was a good sign. At least he wasn’t being weird. 

“Are you sure I just have a cold?” he mumbled into his hand. “This feels like a fever dream.” 

“What?” you laughed. 

“I can’t believe you like me. I… you’re so cute,” he smiled, peeking at you through his fingers. 

You pulled his hand away from his face, admiring the soft pink in his cheeks. “You need some rest, sick boy.” 

“You’re not even going to let me tell you how I feel?” he asked, a shy smile that didn’t match his teasing tone as you stood up and lifted the covers for him to slide back under. You tucked the blankets under his chin and shook your head. 

“Nope. I’m too scared for the reply.” 

“Oh, who’s the insecure one now? I like you too, weirdo.” 

It didn’t come as a complete surprise – you had some suspicion which is why you were able to confess to him so easily with no plan – but that didn’t make hearing the words any less flustering. 

“You’re really going to leave me here alone after telling me you like me and knowing I like you back?” 

Like you back. 

You liked hearing those words together in that order. It was nice. 

“You have a cold, I’m not kissing you or anything.” 

“I wasn’t asking that. I just want to cuddle,” he pouted, and, like always, you were weak to his frown. “I was going to ask you anyway since I’m sick and weak and cold and need attention and love and–” 

“Just for a few minutes,” you bargained, smiling at his soft cheer as he lifted the covers for you to join him under. He immediately wrapped his arms around your waist like he always did and buried his face in your neck. “You’re so hot,” you complained at the instant warmth covering your body wherever your limbs touched. 

He giggled. “I know you think so, you just told me you like me.”

“Not like that,” you laughed, poking his side and making him squirm. “Okay, yes like that, but that’s not what I mean right now.”

“But you’re so comfortable,” he whined when you shifted. “Please stay just a little bit?” 

You sighed, threading your fingers through his hair as your other hand rested on his upper back. “Just for a little bit.” 

After a few moments of silence, when you hoped he had fallen asleep after days of not resting, he spoke up again, saying your name softly. 

“Can… you tell me what you do like about me?” he mumbled into your neck.

You smiled widely, pressing a kiss to his hair. That was a topic you could talk his ear off about, and you were more than happy to bore him to sleep telling him all the things you liked and admired about him. 

BONUS: 

Vernon yawned and turned his head to look at the clock. You had taken Seungkwan to his room more than an hour ago and you still weren’t back. He knew Seungkwan could be stubborn, but not that stubborn that he would fight you about going to bed, especially since he was nearly falling asleep when you dragged him out of the dorm. 

“Can they hurry up?” he groaned softly. “I wanted to ask them about something.” 

“About their friend?” Jeonghan teased as he kicked the younger boy’s leg.

Vernon glared at Jeonghan before standing up and shoving his hands in his hoodie pockets. “I’m gonna go see if something happened or they left or something.” 

Vernon took the steps up two at a time and walked in when he got to Seungkwan’s dorm. He didn’t hear any bickering or crying or anything other than the sound of the night, so he assumed you had left. When he cracked open Seungkwan’s bedroom door to see you two curled up together, fast asleep, he decided his questions could wait another day.