#hi i love you abby my sweet child

[roanofarcc]

IN YOUR ORBIT

pairing. javi x fem!reader

summary. a quiet moment between chasing storms makes you feel like you’re in college again, with your two best friends. you realize just how far you've all come since tragedy plagued your lives five years prior.

warnings. pregnant reader, mentions of past trauma, fluff! 

word count. 1k || masterlist

a/n. some love for javi <3

Life moved on in strange ways. Five years ago, after the death of three of your best friends, you weren’t sure how life was supposed to look. You wandered around in a haze for a while after the accident, pulling apart from Kate as she hung up her storm-chasing hat and moved to New York. You had tried to pull away from Javi, but he was too stubborn. Even when he joined the military, it seemed like both of your worlds revolved around each other; you fell back into the other’s orbit every time. 

Five years didn’t seem like much time, but everything for you changed. The loss of your friends remained a carved-out spot in your heart, but time did its best to give something back to you, something good to help ease the hurt. That was Javi. 

Before the accident, you and him were close friends. Abby used to call you two halves of the same brain because of how in sync you were. It wasn’t until afterward, when the harsh realities of life forced you to realize how precious each moment was, that you and Javi became more than friends. Three years later you married him in a little courthouse in your hometown, sweet and simple. And by a wonderful surprise, five years later you were expecting your first child. 

The two of you were ecstatic, still flushed with the new excitement of the news, and yet to get into the plethora of worries that awaited. You had one more tornado season before you had to decide exactly what your future in your field looked like with a child. 

Javi had called in Kate to help with the series of chases his company’s team needed. You didn’t work for them, but you helped out where you could, offering your expertise but never venturing too close to the storm; you had forgone that after the accident, and it took a long time for you to be okay with Javi putting himself at risk again, but you couldn’t stop him from doing what he loved. 

“It’s just so exciting,” Kate said, lounging on the motel bed with a bright smile on her face. “You’re gonna have a little baby! Let’s hope it takes after you and not Javi,” she teased. 

“His brain with my looks, they’d be set for life,” you said, only somewhat joking. 

She looked at you with slightly glossy eyes, a little more emotional than you had expected. “I’m really happy for you guys.” Since you could remember, since you had befriended Kate in college, she had been convinced Javi liked you. At every turn, she was the one nudging you towards each other, but you had brushed it off, thinking there wasn’t a chance for you two. But so much had changed, and amidst all of the bad, Javi was your silver lining. 

A knock sounded on the motel’s door before it was swung open by Javi who balanced a pizza box on his hand. “Who’s hungry?” he said. Before he was fully in the door, Kate had jumped up and snatched the box, bringing it back over to the bed. 

You couldn’t help but feel giddy mixed with a sharp pang of sadness. It felt like college again, sharing pizza in a cramped room with your best friends. Only there were three missing. An incompleteness haunted the scene, but you were grateful for what you had left, and for the future that looked so much brighter than it had a couple of years ago. 

“What about baby names? Have you thought of any yet?” Kate asked before biting into the still-warm pizza. 

“Not yet, but Javi has some terrible contenders.” 

Your husband scoffed, faking hurt by placing a hand on his heart. “You said you wanted to be creative!” 

You laughed as he took a seat beside you on the bed. “We’re still figuring, well, everything out.” 

“Well, if you’re in the market for middle names, I think my name should be tossed into the ring,” Kate said. “I like to think I’m the reason you ended up together.” 

Javi threw a wadded-up napkin at her. She swatted it away with a huff. “No way is that true!” 

Kate scoffed. “Is too!” She turned to you. “You have no idea how many times I had to sit and listen to him. ‘She’s so pretty.’ ‘She’s so perfect.’ ‘Oh, I’m too scared to ask her out.’ ‘Blah, blah, blah.’” 

You turned to him, surprised. Back in college, you had thought about the idea of you and Javi a couple of times, mostly because Kate was sure you’d be a good fit. But you didn't know he had been pining after you for that long before he confessed his feelings. “You really said all that about me?” 

He shrugged. “It was a lot more chill than Kate’s making it sound, but…yeah. What? You think I asked you out, out of the blue?” 

“I don’t know.” You had been so caught up in your research in school that relationships fell to the back burner. Not that it mattered anymore; you two had found your way to each other regardless, but he somehow became even more endearing in your eyes.

“Oh, that wasn't even half of it, but I don’t want to embarrass him even more,” Kate said. 

Javi’s eyes narrowed slightly. “You want to talk crushes? What’s going on between you and that cowboy?” 

Kate’s eyes widened. “What? Nothing? Are you kidding me?” 

“He seems to be awfully interested in you,” you added, shifting the teasing onto her. Relationships still seemed to be on the back burner for her those days. You couldn’t imagine how hard it was for her to not only lose her best friends but someone she loved too. The ‘tornado wrangler’ that Javi’s team seemed to be in slight competition with during their recent chases had taken quite the interest in Kate and maybe that wasn’t the worst thing. 

Stealing two more slices of pizza, Kate rolled off of the bed. “He is not, and I have zero interest in him.” With a huff, she made her way toward the door. “See you guys in the morning.” 

“Are you gonna pay me back for the pizza or-” Kate closed the door quickly, cutting off Javi’s words. He threw his hands up as you laughed. “Now it really feels like college again.” 

In the warm glow of the bedside lamp, you looked at him with a soft smile. There was so much you still had to figure out, but even in the chaotic world of chasing down storms, your life finally felt peaceful and on the right track despite the universe trying to shake you off. 

“You know,” you started, placing a hand over the small bump of your stomach. “Kate’s a bad middle name.” 

Javi lowered himself down the bed so that his face was in line with your stomach. “I need you to be a boy, just to spite your auntie Kate, all right,” he said to your baby. “That’ll show her not to pay me back for pizza.” 

[kayhi808]

First Crush - 9

Although it fills you with anxiety, Bucky has asked you to trust him and that's what you are going to do. You and Bucky had a longer conversation that night after Abby went to sleep. He said he wouldn't take unnecessary risks on missions. You had to trust him on what's deemed as "necessary".

You both want to see where this relationship takes you. He doesn't want things to end even though you were ready to call it quits to save yourself & Abby from future heartbreak. Have you asked yourself why couldn't you have been attracted to someone in Accounting? Yes. A nice stable accountant who drove a reliable Toyota Camry. Nope, you had to fall for the Ex Hydra Assassin, turned Avenger. He's the one your daughter wanted too.

He is very thoughtful and sweet when it came to you and Abby. It would have been easier for him too, to finds someone else. He could have let you go & found someone who liked this Avenger lifestyle. Someone easier to date, who didn't have a kid.

Bucky is stretching out in the chair across from you after lunch. "There's this thing at the Compound next weekend. Stark's throwing a...party for the Agents & their families. You know, because our work doesn't affect only us, but the families as well. Its like a 'thank-you'." He gives you a smirk, because this fits in with the situation you both are going through. "There's going to be food, entertainment, rides & games for the kids. Then fireworks at night. I wondered if you and Abby want to come. I have a residence there, too. You both can pack an overnight bag and spend the night so we don't have to make the trek back into the city."

"Oh, wow! That's out in Westchester, right?"

Sitting forward & leaning against your desk, "I can pick you & Abby up in the morning and we can drive out together. I picked up a car seat, so Abby will be safe & sound."

Surprised, "you got a car seat?"

"Yea, when we went to the park I couldn't take you guys home because there was no car seat for Abby."

"Bucky. That is so sweet. You didn't need to do that."

"Of course I did. How else can I take my girls out?" He gives you a sweet smile and you're reminded that this is why you want to work things out with this man. He's so considerate & he's trying. He's making an effort to make this relationship work.

"I think Abby will lose her mind. We'd love to go."

"Great, its settled then." He walks around the desk and drops a kiss on your lips. "I haven't forgotten about our date either."

You smile, "You've been recuperating."

"I'm fine to go out. You let me know when you can get a babysitter, and I'm set."

"Ok. I feel so bad. I can't tell Abby we're going out because I KNOW she'll ask to come, too." You grimace, "And I don't want to share you," reaching to hold his hand. "I'm a mean Mama."

"It doesn't make you mean. We get this date & we're taking her to Westchester the following weekend."

"I'm not used to dating life with a child. You're the first person I've dated."

He smiles, "We'll stumble through this together." Giving you another quick kiss, "I've got to head out, I got a meeting. I'll talk to you later." You nod & watch him leave.

******

You were able to work it out with your neighbor to have her pick Abby up from daycare & keep Abby at her apartment so you can get ready for your date with Bucky. He wanted to do dinner and dancing. That sounds like such an old-timey date. The Flatiron Room between 5th & Madison Ave, plays 40's music, so Bucky made reservations. It was so much fun. You spend the entire night dancing. He's a great dancer. It felt like you were in one of those old Hollywood movies with Gene Kelly. You were so happy you were prepared for this date.

You made a 40's playlist and had little dance parties with Abby at home. You watched YouTube videos to learn 1940s dances. You wanted to surprise Bucky. You and Abby did a lot of improvising. Abby especially enjoyed a good twirl whenever possible.

"No Mama, like dis." She twists & turns her little hips to make her dress swirl out. "No. No." She frowns at you. "You do it wrong." She stops her dancing to grab your hips. "You needs to shake it."

"Excuse you! I am shaking it."

Rolling her eyes, "No, you needs more, Mama. More. Lookit, like dis." Again, she twist & turns her little hips.

"I'm doing exactly that."

She has the audacity to laugh, "No. No you not."

You do some exaggerated twist & turns & Abby starts clapping, "You dids it! You dids it!" She joins you in dancing again. "Good works, Mama!" You start laughing and collapse on the floor, out of breath. This kid! She stops to fall on top of you & cuddles. "You dids do good, Mama. I's proud of you," giving you a loud kiss on your cheek.

You recognize that she's mimicking the phases you tell her when she accomplishes things. Your sweet girl. Turning off the music, "Thank you, Baby. It's your bathtime. Go pick out your PJs and you can have 2 stories tonight."

"Ok, I pick out 3."

"I said 2."

Again with her cackling laugh, "I thought I heard yous say 3," as she runs down the hallway.

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[cranberryjuice-posts]

please do clarisse la rue x aphrodite reader who’s gorgeous and glowing and short like a ball of sunshine

- opposites attract -

Pairings - Clarisse La Rue x Fem! Aphrodite! Reader

An - ive gotta rewrite by Abby series bc it’s not going the way I want it 😭 I wasn’t really sure exactly what to write so I hope this is good 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️

Everyone at camphalf blood knew who you were. Not for negative reasons however. Being a daughter of Aphrodite not only boosted your social status but it was also your actions.

The first to volunteer to help when the infirmary was low on staff, ready to take on any chore from helping run the camp store to labor jobs that required you to get dirty. Even when the saytrs felt as though they were being ignored by the demigods you helped give them their voice.

So when you of all people started dating clarisse the most intimidating person at camp it was a bit of a culture shock. Though with you sweet and kind nature you seemingly took the most aggressive cabin and somehow made them slightly calmer.

Though when people tried to approach clarisse about you her former aggressiveness would come back. Most things that involved you got her heated. The recent endeavor being you both Separated for the weeks capture the flag game.

“No you’re on my team it’s not for discussion” clarisse spoke as if she knew it was fact, her arms crossed and her armor on you couldn’t help but fall back in love with her.

“But it is for discussion because I’m not” you chuckled softly, a gentle smile crossing your features. “I’ll be fine Claire I’m not a child”

“I’m aware of that but what if someone on my team hurts you? Or what if you get hurt by one of our traps I don’t like not being able to protect you” she placed her hands on her hips trying to open her stance to you.

“Aww” you gave a playful frown tucking a loose curl behind her ear. Placing both hands on her cheeks you gave them a small squeeze. “I’m ok, besides I have charmspeak remember I know how to handle myself”

Her shifting weight and the look of annoyance on her face all showed she did care about you deep down, and as much as people wanted to Deny it clarisse was yours just as much as you were hers. “I’ll see you after the game pretty” stepping on your tippy toes you gave her a kiss.

Turning to start walking away clarisse began yelling instructions to you. “Wait! Make sure your breast plate is tight— oh! And be sure to wear a helmet an—-“

“I got it clarisse!” You laughed back at her, giving her a final wave.

——-

The games had already began with you being in charge of reclaiming the flag with Luke and his team.

Stepping through the forest you carefully looked around worried that maybe someone would jump out. Which like it was a movie happened. Red team kids running out with blades swinging. Blue team defending themselves and you mentally scolding yourself for not wearing enough armor.

Before you even realized it you had a deep cut in your calf. Landing on the ground with a cry of pain you looked back instantly having to dodge the falling camper.

“You good!” Luke shouted helping you up, limping some you found your balance breathlessly nodding. The red team currently had either been knocked to the ground or retreated in fear.

“The flags up ahead.. behind Zeus’s fist if I’m correct” you took a stance against a tree, using it as support. “I’m gonna stay here”

“You’re sure you’re fine” he asked cautiously. Even though luke knew clarisse couldn’t touch him he still didn’t want to hear her mouth afterwards.

You nodded giving him a semi confident look. “Just go” You chuckled sending him off.

Though it was quiet for a while you heard a crying like sound. Confused you pushed off the tree and started limping towards the noise. Through the trees and down to the creek you saw a hurt hell hound.

Most times you would of killed a monster without hesitation but this time… this time she wasn’t a monster. It seemed crazy but this hell hound almost seemed domesticated.

Slowly walking towards her You knelt down beside the dog. At first she bared her teeth at you acting as though you wanted to hurt her, but once she realized you meant no harm she pressed her snout against you.

Once gaining her trust you began to examine her leg. Realizing it was broken you made the conscious decision to quickly leave to grab some sticks for a splint. Petting the hound softly you got up limping away some.

The ground was filled with a multitude of twigs though finding your two heafty pieces of wood was easy. The sound of the conch and a campers scream filled your ears, nearly running back to the creek you saw about all of the kids from the two teams with clarisse and Luke in the creek, their weapons aimed at the hound that looked as tough she was going to attack.

“Stop! Oh my gods stop!” You screamed running in-front of her causing clarisse to dodge to the side and roll fully into the creek.

“Move!” She shouted. The other campers looking equally confused as you shouted a no back at her. “Are You insane?! Don’t go near it” clarisse scrambled out the water to quickly grab your arm.

You turned around trying to pull free only to be unsuccessful. The tension around you made you want to cry but right now isn’t the time. “I need you to trust me… please” you practically begged.

She looked you up and down with a look of worry before gently letting you go. Without another thought you knelt down to the dog, ripping your shirt in half exposing your stomach and began wrapping the hounds broken hind.

The dog was huge, given that she was a monster she was bigger than even a Doberman and beefier than a pit but that didn’t mean she was aggressive.

A few of the other councilors walked down to the water with Chiron standing on a rock near by. “She’s harmless!” You shouted trying to get the defensive campers to become calm. “See! If she wanted to hurt anyone she would of!”

Your urgency only convinced maybe a handful of kids. “It’s a monster.” Clarisse scoffed.

“Yet she didn’t try to bite me when I put her leg into a splint” You corrected. The hound nudged her head into your leg in a comforting way, trying to get your hand to begin to pet her.

Annabeth took a step forward, extending a hand the hound sniffed her before licking up her arm. “Seems harmless to me” the wise girl shrugged.

Chiron made his way down looking across the water and holding a hand up signaling for every camper to relax. “This game is dismissed. Grover summon the Cloven council, get them to set up a meeting so we can figure out what to do for the hound, and for you.. keep her with you until we have a plan”

———

The following week camp halfblood had a new pet. A hellhound you named Rosie.

Sitting with clarisse by the lake letting the water run over your legs from the docs. I’m the distance you saw Rosie swimming around enjoying playing with the water naiads.

“How did you know she wasn’t ruthless” clarisse asked turning her head to look at you.

“I guess the same way I knew you weren’t as mean as everyone assumes. It’s your aura, Rosie’s was soft and hurt begging for any form of kindness” you turned looking at her. The sun light casted across clarisses features illuminating her eyes and skin. “Your so beautiful” you smiled leaning over and softly kissing her

Clarisse smiled wide returning the kiss. She pulled away only keeping her hand on the side of your face. “What did I do to deserve someone like you”

You shrugged your shoulders happily. “Working out helped”

She pulled away with a playful attitude. Causing you to laugh and reach out to her once more.

[shawtuzi]

i’m still deciding whether i want to write for ellie or abby in my next tlou fic but until then pls enjoy these construction worker!eren hc’s bc i am sooo thirsty for him

cw include: black fem!reader, lots of fluff, lots of smut, eren being the cutest thing ever

sfw

construction worker!eren whose only dream in this life is to have a pretty wife with a litter of kids and a big ass house to go with it. he’s already slipped a gorgeous fat rock on your finger and talks of getting pregnant with your first child were slowly but surely happening which meant he was getting closer and closer to what he truly wanted most.

construction worker!eren who is a total mommas boy!! his mom is so very dear to him and to know she adores you just as much as him makes him so so happy.

construction worker!eren who looks so cute in his everyday work outfit. whenever he’s got his hard hat on around you you can’t help but knock on it a few times but it’s okay he thinks it’s super cute.

construction worker!eren who starts his day a six-thirty every morning and is always home by five o’clock on the dot. his morning routine consists of giving your forehead and lips a sweet good morning kiss as soon as his eyes open, a quick fifteen minute shower with music softly playing in the back (usually the trapsoul album by bryson tiller), making a big ass pot of coffee bc lord knows he’ll need it with the airheads he works with, quadruple checking to make sure there’s food in the fridge and pantry for you, another sweet kiss to your lips before he heads out, and then spending five minutes trying to pry you off of him while you beg him to take the day off. “m’sorry sugarplum i cant take off today, gotta save up for that big house we want you know how it is,” he’d always say before shushing your whines with a kiss full of tongue n passion.

construction worker!eren who is so tired and sore when he gets off work but is never too sore to accept one of your bone crushing hugs as soon as he walks through the door to your shared apartment. he’s always extra careful to make sure his hands that are usually covered in residue don’t touch your clothes even though you could literally care less.

construction worker!eren who facetimes you everyday around the same time to enjoy your company while he’s on his lunch break. usually the conversations consists of you telling him to make sure he’s applying a lot of sunscreen (bc this heat was nothing to play about), your plans for what you were making for dinner, and if anyone happened to piss him off that day you’ll surely hear about it.

“how’s your lunch?” you asked giving eren a loving smile as you watched him practically devour the leftover lasagna from last nights dinner. he wiped his mouth with a napkin before speaking, a content smile on his lips. “food is perfect honey tastes just as good as it did last night,” you smiled at his words but it faltered just the slightest bit when you saw how reddish pink his cheeks were. “baby have you put on any sunscreen yet? weather app says it’s supposed to be almost a hundred out today,” you pouted wishing so desperately that he was there so you could give his little sunburns kisses. eren observed his face in the tiny box on the corner of his phone, letting out a small hum. “don’t worry about me sugar i’ll put some on before we get off the phone,” he gave you a comforting smile which you returned. you folded your freshly manicured hands together before speaking, “so…for dinner i was thinking steak kabobs?” “now we’re fuckin’ talking”

construction worker!eren whose nicknames for you are sugar, sugarplum, honey, angel, and my honeysuckle (which is a type of flower heje)

construction worker!eren whose stomach is almost as big as his heart lol this man loves him a good home cooked meal!!! he doesn’t know what he did to deserve a wife who feeds him as good as you do but you best believe he thanks his lucky stars everyday for it. and yes he’s fs the kind of man to completely devour his food in record time meanwhile you’ve barely made a dent in yours, this usually leads to you splitting the rest of yours with him bc this man always has room to eat more food.

you had decided to make steaks for dinner and like usual eren had devoured his plate in less than ten minutes. “was it good my love?” you giggled taking a bite of the roasted potatoes you made as side. bc he had a full mouth all eren was able to get out was a satisfied sounding ‘mhm!’ eren had washed his dishes and put them away before making his way back to the table to keep you company while you continued to eat your food, love and adoration swarming in those jade irises of his. without a word you swiftly got out of your chair and got comfy on his lap. eren didn’t say a word but by the way he was looking at your plate you could tell he was dying for another bite. you cut off a piece of steak and held the fork up to his lips with a smile, “go ahead take a bite i know you wanna.” without a second thought eren took a bite and for the rest of dinner you took turns feeding him and yourself.

construction worker!eren who becomes even more attentive and loving than he already is once you’re finally pregnant!!! you have morning sickness?? he’s right behind you rubbing your back and even offers to brush your teeth for you after you’ve finished. you need your feet rubbed?? prop them up and he’ll get straight to work. he even takes more days off work than usual bc he misses your touch just as much as you miss his. ever since he found out there was a little him growing in you he frequently started talking to your belly.

construction worker!eren is a girl dad no ifs, ands, or buts!!!!! crazy story but he had the strongest feeling you were having a girl and low and behold on the day of your gender reveal you found out you were having a girl!! yes he cried like a baby himself and yes connie has it on video.

construction worker!eren who treats your daughter like she’s the finest china when she’s finally born :( the first time he did skin to skin contact with her he swore his heart was gonna explode with how much love his had for the tiny human in his arms. and once she was sound asleep in her lil bed he was quick to leave the hospital to buy you whatever foods you were craving—you deserved the best princess treatment for bringing his lil princess into the world.

construction worker!eren who keeps a polaroid pic of you, him, and your newborn daughter in his worn out wallet, showing it to everyone at his job…and a couple strangers….he rlly can’t help it you two are his pride and joy <333

“hey reiner did i ever show you this picture?” eren beamed holding up the polaroid in reiner’s face for the third time that day. reiner chuckled a bit before nodding, “yes eren you showed me, she’s a cute one you and y/n are lucky,” he smiled and eren nodded in agreement, still staring down at the picture. “yeah…m’the luckiest guy in the world aren’t i?”

nsfw

construction worker!eren who is six foot six and pure muscle. it’s a wonder how he eats so good and manages to look even better but hey! you weren’t complaining. he certainly was lacking down there either baby he’s the full package. his dicks eight and a half inches with two prominent veins on the underside that rubbed against your sensitive walls in the most delicious way possible.

construction worker!eren who has a raging breeding kink but is that really a surprise? whenever you two fuck and he’s able to rlly take his time with you i kid you not he has to cum inside you at least three times or he will not be satisfied. sometimes whenever he pulls out he’ll push down on your lower belly and watch his cum spill out with dark, predatory eyes. majority of the time he’ll use that as an excuse to fill you up for the umpteenth time bc he just cannot let any of his precious cum go to waste.

“so pretty,” eren had a lazy smile on his face as he watched three orgasms worth of cum ooze out of your puffy, spent pussy. just when you thought he had his fill and was ready for a much needed good nights rest you felt his one softening dick begin to harden up against your still trembling thighs. “eren…” you whimpered, but he just shushed you with a kiss mumbling a quick ‘jus one more’ before slipping back inside you with ease. he was extremely low on energy so he wasn’t quite able to fuck into you like a madman like he was before so he just settled for grinding into you. “o-oh honey! f-fuck!” you squealed wrapping your legs around his waist. between his swollen tip continuously bumping into your stomach, and the coarse hairs on his pelvis rubbing against your sensitive clit you were slowly but surely going dumb. “yeah jus’ like that, f-fuck yeah let daddy fuck a baby into you baby c’mon make me cum.”

construction worker!eren who is nawt a fan of quickies at all!! he’s a man that likes to savor the moment when it comes to sex and if he’s able to admire the faces and sounds you make then what’s the point?? when he’s got you all to himself expect to be occupied for the next couple of hours bc like i stated before he’s not satisfied until he’s cum in you at least three times and made you cum twice as much!!

construction worker!eren who is a certified MUNCH!!!! this man loves having his mouth on your pussy and yes if ur wondering he definitely eats it through your panties. he’s so sloppy and loud with it you’d almost be embarrassed if he didn’t completely turn you dumb whenever he tongue fucked your weeping pussy :(

“mm renny,” your brows scrunched together in pleasure as eren sloppily ran his tongue up and down your soaked folds. his hair was still damp from his shower and was slowly soaking the couch from the droplets falling from his locs but neither of you seemed to care. “couldn’t stop thinking about you today…i mean i already think of you all day but i kept thinking about you in that way and fuck it was so hard to focus. reiner almost ripped my head off from how distracted i was,” as he was talking he was pressing sloppy, wet kisses all over your cunt and the inside of your thighs. he inserted two fingers easily into your dripping center and couldn’t help the groan that rumbled in his chest when he saw how tight you were squeezing his fingers. “you got the prettiest pussy honey, you know that right?” he gave you a small smile before spitting directly on your clit making you jolt. you whined in embarrassment ofc and covered your face with a near throw pillow, whimpering out a pathetic ‘stop ren s’embarrasing.’ eren just hummed and attached his mouth back to your pussy, wrapping his slightly swollen lips around your throbbing clit, “m’never gonna fuckin stop my pretty little honeysuckle never ever.”

construction worker!eren who is a biggg fan of the 69 position. sometimes you suck him so good he tends to lose focus but you don’t mind in the slightest. your big strong man never stops working whether he’s on or off the clock so if he gets a little consumed in his own pleasure who are you to snap him out of it?? if you’re putting some serious work in he’ll moan n groan so loud into your pussy you could cum alone just from that!!

construction worker!eren who had the prettiest moans *sighs dreamily* he’s never shy to let you know you’re making him feel good and it’s so fucking hot hearing his breathy whines and moans especially when he accidentally overstimulates himself which he happens to do a lot heh. you’ve definitely had a couple complaints from neighbors bc of the noise but he don’t even give a fuck!! he knows it turns you on more than anything to hear him be so vocal so why on earth would he ever stop??

construction worker!eren who was soo nervous when you suggested having sex while you were pregnant. it was no problem for him at first but once you started showing that’s when the panic started to settle in—he was so afraid he’d accidentally hurt you or the baby that he kinda went on an sex hiatus much to your dismay, but after some convincing be finally gave in.

you were on your side and he was spooning you from behind, giving your shoulder or neck a kiss of encouragement every once in a while. “jus’ let me know if it hurts at all or you’re uncomfortable okay? cant believe you talked me into this…” eren mumbled into your shoulder. you replied with a soft ‘mhm’ your patience wearing thinner by the second. it had been a good couple of weeks since you and eren last had sex and you were almost sure you were beginning to lose your mind. you’d finally had enough when he came home from his morning jog looking like an absolute dream with his chest heaving and brown baby hairs sticking to his forehead. that’s how he ended up here: one hand securely holding onto your small bump while his other was slowly pushing his dick inside your awaiting entrance. “oh wow…” your eyes fluttered shut in pure bliss, toes curling once he bottomed out. “f-fuck that feel okay hun?” it felt more than okay. you brought your hand to your clit and began rubbing quick circles to dull out the stinging stretch. eren peeped this and replaced yours with his own, the rough pads of his fingers on your clit had your lips trembling. “y-you need to stop this—hah! sex strike and fuck me more please i—i miss this,” eren heard your plea and nodded feverishly. god was he a fool for ever depriving yourselves of each other, he will never be doing this again.

[dsybouquet]

ceo! ellie - 3

what if a broke uni student met the ceo of one of the most impactful companies right now? without her even knowing?

lowercase is intentional

read part 1 aaaand part 2 right here ! xx

"good to see you, ellie."

"hey dina."

ellie lightly said, giving her lawyer a hug. she in fact was relived to see the silghtly older woman sitting in her office chair, smiling ever so lightly.

"what's the news?"

the ceo asked, lighting herself a cigarette before loosening the hair tie that hold her bun together. she looked at the slightly older woman with confused eyes.

"good or bad news first?"

"good i guess?"

she sat down besides dina to have a look at the lawyers screen, like she would understand all the paragraphs and lawyer language she had all over her desktop.

it‘s been a while since ellie and dina had so much to discuss. when ellie became ceo, they would talk every day, also about non business topics. sometimes they both wonder how they grew apart like this.

"good news is, we will not get sued!"

dina exclaimed, clapping her hands slightly. she threw an encouraging smile at ellie.

"the client is mad, however.. they have a different way for you to make up for it. so the bad news is-"

"let me guess, our yearly charity event should be in honor to them instead of joel?“

the blackhaired woman raised an eyebrow.

"i mean, yeah kinda. they want to be more represented.“

ellie got up from her seat and walked around the office. the smoke of her cigarette hugging her face every time she blew it out.

„did i ever mention how i despise abby sometimes?“

„like every other day.“

dina just laughed it off, she knew how much of an temper ellie could have - and over the years it got just worse.

„no like, seriously. ever since joel died in that car crash i have to deal with her bullshit and i can‘t do anything because they are the biggest client we have!“

and here it goes. ellie threw her cigarette in the ashtray before slumping on her office chair again.

joels death resulted in her taking his place - being the ceo of miller enterprises. and as much as she loved the money and the big cars and the responsibility, she also hated it. none of this is her‘s, it‘s joels. he did all the work, she just had to be next in line.

he had adopted her years after his daughter has passed away due to an medical condition. to say the least, ellie was a rough child and teen. she was loud, sarcastic and had her own will. of course she would listen to joel, after all he wad the only parental figure she had ever have.

„it‘s almost five years now.“

she mumbled, looking at her desk.

ellie hated christmas season and winter. she hated the snow and the beautiful lights. she hated it because it reminded her of him. of the call from dina, the hours in the hospital, the beeping sound of the machine that so desperately tried to keep him alive.

„i know.“

dina added, leaning against ellie’s table. she gave her a encouraging smile.

„how about we start the planning tomorrow? go home and have a good nights rest.“

and so ellie left the office with a small goodbye to dina and went back to her car. she sat down in the drivers seat. as much she loved her car, she didn’t want to drive.

tears slowly build up in her eyes, but she quickly swallowed it when she saw an unfamiliar book on the passenger seat. a book about.. the human psyche ?

you must have forgotten it when ellie dropped you off at home.

„damn it.“

she said under her breath and whipped out her phone, calling your number immediately. and to her surprise you picked up very fast.

„hey ellie! are you okay ?“

your voice was so gentle, ellie was about to die from it’s sweetness.

„hey dear. yeah don’t worry. uh- you forgot your book in my car. need me to drop it off ?“

there was some noise on the background, sounding like you fumbling around in your bag to find it.

„that would be great, ellie. i‘ll make up for it.“

she smiled, starting her engine and looking up your adress from her recent routes.

„i will be there in 20! see ya, ______!“

and off she went, excitement now building up.

.❀。• *₊°。 ❀°。

„hey, thank you so much.“

you smiled, waiting on your doorstep, still in the same hoodie, but with pyjamas pants below now.

„no worries.”

“are you free? i can cook you some dinner. you know, to make up for you having to drive here again?“

now ellie smiled but shook her head.

„no, it‘s fine. don‘t worry.“

„ellie, c‘mon. let me do something for you as well!“

and how could she say no to some with a pretty face like yours?

so she agreed, and you lead her up the stairs to your apartment. it was small but lovely and well decorated. scented candles burned in the hallway and the living room was dimly lit with a lap and the led strips behind your running tv.

„it‘s not much but it‘s affordable - for an uni student at least.“

you smiled before going to your kitchen counted which was connected to your living room.

„what do you mean? it‘s pretty!“

ellie eyes the nerdy figurines on your shelves and the pictures on your walls while you grabbed two wine glasses from your shelf.

„are you fine with a cheap rose?“

you asked her as you opened your fridge. ellie looked at you and just felt all the weight of her work falling off her shoulders. she felt.. normal. like you. oh, how she wished to be an uni student, living her best life in an small apartment instead of leading people and having responsibilities beyond imagination.

of course, she did not have to worry about bills or anything. but money and power doesn’t buy happiness. this does.

„absolutely!“

she sat down on one of your kitchen chairs and watched you pour in the wine with a smile.

„thank you dear.“

she said so softly your knees got weak. and you smiled, letting your glass softly hit hers before taking a sip, not breaking eye contact.

„so, i can offer you: noodles with green pesto, noodles with red pesto, or i can try my luck with a mushroom risotto. additionally, i can also make a side salad.“

you smiled, leaning against the kitchen counter. ellie hadn’t felt this carelessness and even happiness in a while. after all, she never had this.

„risotto sounds amazing.“

she smiled, watching you sigh in despair.

„of course you choose the hardest dish. will not guarantee that it will be good!“

you reached for a pan and put out all ingredients; mushrooms that would have to leave your fridge soon anyways, risotto rice, onion and garlic. the simplicity as so beautiful to ellie.

„let me help.“

and so she cut the mushrooms and washed the rice while you took care of the onions and garlic. the two of you laughed and made fun of each other’s cutting skills while emptying your wine glasses and watching the risotto take form.

„that‘d actually pretty bomb!“

you exclaimed while taking the first bite, already half way down on the second wine glass.

„ellie, we are a great team in the kitchen!“

ellie smiled, agreeing with you.

„like hell, we are!“

you spend your dinner laughing and talking about all sorts of things. friends, memories, drunk accidents that were embarrassing. it felt so light to finally not have business talks with people she couldn’t care less about.

after washing the dishes, and pouring a third glass of wine, you took the conversation to your small but comfortable couch.

and it got late, waaaay too late. and the snow kept falling, causing the streets to be white.

„you shouldn’t be driving home tonight.“

you said, looking at the streets while ellie smoked a cigarette on your balcony.

„nah, i will be fine. i don’t want to take up your space.“

„no ellie, i mean it. we drank, it‘s snowy. it would be better for you to sleep here.“

after a while of convincing, she finally agreed, snapping her cigarette off your balcony.

„and you get to spend more time with me. feel honoured!“

you joked, not knowing that it was exactly what she wanted. to spend more time with you, in this carefree environment. where she can be herself, where she can be just ellie and doesn‘t have to be ellie williams - ceo of miller enterprises.

after finishing the last glass of wine, you decided to call it a night. you gave ellie a hoodie from your closet and a pair of pyjama pants before brushing your teeth in the bathroom and doing your daily skincare. when you returned, you laughed a little. she looked so cute in your huge uni hoodie and the fluffy pj pants.

„why are you laughing?!“

„im just used to seeing you in business clothing. but this is adorable!“

she rolled her eyes and took the spare toothbrush you held in her direction.

„fuck off !“

one more laughter left your throat before you prepared the bed for two. luckily it was big enough. although your couch was comfortable, it was small and most likely would break either your or ellies back when sleeping a night on it.

so you shared a bed. after all, thats nothing to worry about, right?

both of you kind of awkward tugged in before facing each other. the wine did make all of this less awkward. once again you noticed how pretty ellie was. the freckles and little eyebrow scar.. her long lashes that made her green eyes even prettier, her auburn hair that hugger her face perfectly.. she was perfect.

and she thought the same about you. her hand reached out to your face and tugged a piece of your hair behind your ear. oh how she wanted to kiss you - yet she didn’t, not knowing you wanted it too.

“good night, ellie.”

“night, ______.”

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THERE WE GOOOOO. different from what i wanted, but i hope you enjoy ✧*:.｡.

part 4 is here ! ! bye bye xx

taglist: @harrysslutsstuff @vwonnie @mikaaj @elliewilliamsgf69 @weridcattty @feelsoseencantdream @honeymoonbbie @katymae12344 @aouiaa @bbglmfao

[peeweekey]

everyone adores you (at least i do)

pairing: sam x reader

wc: 1.1k

tags: CHEEEEESY cheesy cheesy puppy love, mutual pining, sam is PATHETICALLY down bad, pre-relationship, abigail and sebastian mentioned, friends to lovers

synopsis: if it were up to sam, he'd spend every second of everyday at your side.

a/n: in all of my other sam fics, its reader embarrassingly in love with him...he gets a taste of his own medicine here lol!

With vanilla ice cream melting and dripping down your fingertips, coarse sand underneath you and the salty ocean waves lapping at your feet; you are a child again, sitting with your grandpa at the docks, watching as he reeled in a ‘big one’. Filling his bucket with loads and loads of fish.

Those days are far gone now, but the memory remains, as clear as the day you remember it. The feeling is nostalgic, sleepy in the way your senses are dulled by syrupy thick contentment. Beaches at sunset have that effect on you, you suppose. 

“This is fun,” Sam says, tone lacking its boisterous loudness, you almost don’t hear it over the sound of crashing waves. “I had a lot of fun today, farmer.”

Your eyes flicker to him, his green gaze dead-set on the peachy golden sky, the taste of sea salt mingling with sweet ice cream heavy in your tongue. The sea breeze is cold, whipping against your face and running through your hair.

“I did too,” you agree. “Y’know, I don’t get a lot of off time with the farm and stuff. This is a nice change of pace.”

He smiles, that sunshine smile you’ve come to associate with Sam. “I caught you at just the right time then, huh?” 

You shrug, your own smile mirroring his. “Auspicious.” He did.

The sun is setting, the day is coming to a close yet Sam wishes it wouldn’t, silently pleading with any higher being to somehow stretch time. He is barely a religious person, but the weight of his want is enough to transcend his own beliefs. Every second with you barely feels like enough; like sand slipping through his fingers.

One thing’s for certain, Sam isn’t going to just let it end here.

“We should hang out like this again,” Sam says, a little hurriedly, captured all in one breath. Shy and tentative, like a bashful child with a school crush. “Uh, I mean, do you? Wanna? Hang out with me?”

You can barely suppress a delighted chuckle from slipping past your lips, your chest warming with fond affection. “I’d be more than happy to. Yoba knows I need a break or two or I’ll actually explode,” you huff while Sam hums in agreement. “We can even invite Abigail and Sebastian… so can demo that new song for me, I see you all working very hard when I visit sometimes.”

He should be happy to hear that; that you’d be more than happy to spend your precious off time with him out of all people. You and him, him and you, Sam and the farmer. Your name connected to his with ‘and’, it makes him giddy, causes his cheeks pinken and pinken. 

Just the two of you, though. Sure, he loves his friends, Abby and Seb have been with him since day one. But it feels out of place—

(Sam, Sebastian, Abigail and the farmer doesn’t have that ring to it…)

“Yeah, I—I dunno, it’s just…”

The unfiltered truth is stupid, at least to him. Vincent is far too young for some of the things Sam longs to say. There’s a reason Abby and Seb hang out under his nose, he won’t blame them, they have their own secrets he isn’t privy to—too serious, too dull for him.

(And now with you, he thinks you might just be the one he can share his own secrets with. Because even he has his own serious, dull thoughts. Thoughts that he doesn’t want brushed away with a snarky remark or a sarcastic laugh.)

“I kinda like that it’s just the two of us?” 

His voice sounds unsteady, squeaky. Trailing off at the end, lost in the sound of water crashing at your feet. Phrasing his statement into a question that you could deny, that you could easily brush off—because if you did, he would too. 

(It would be a bummer if you did though, but Sam is cool with that, chill with any decision you make. Really, he totally is.)

You grin, bumping your shoulder against his, your ice cream is dripping down, down, down your knuckles. Once your skin meets his, you don’t pull away, you press closer and closer to his side. Leaning your head against his sunburnt shoulder—but he barely registers the sting—and your arm against his own. It’s a pleasant weight, having you against him—grounding and tethering him to you.

“I do too. Like it, I mean. I think I get to see so many other sides to you, Sam. Without the others and all that.”

Sam feels his breath hitch, his cheeks flush even pinker even with the sunburns. “Woah, phew, I mean—awesome… When, when do you think we can meet next?”

You tilt your head, running calculations through your mind. You’re very busy on that farm, he knows; but Sam can’t help but keep his hopes up, you’re fun company. Maybe the best he’s had yet.

“I know I won’t have enough time until my melons are ready for harvesting—and don’t you dare try making a joke about that,” you smile, wide and cheeky. Right as Sam readies an innuendo at the tip of his tongue; it makes his blood pump faster and his breathing stutters at the thought of you knowing him so well. 

“So how about this?” you propose slowly. “We spend one day every month doing all the stuff we wanna do, together. just you and me—fun right? I’ll even sleep a little earlier the night before.”

Sam bites into his ice cream—chocolate and your treat, at your insistence—though he isn’t quite sure if the immediate smile on his lips is due to its sweetness, or yours.

He leans closer into you, resting his head on top of yours, strands of your hair tickling his lips. Lowering his voice into a whisper so only you can hear.

(The secret is that you make Sam want. Want, want, want like he’ll never get sick of it. He hoards these stolen moments with you so greedily yet wants more.)

“…two days, two days each month.”

He feels your body shake with the strength of your laughter, warmth swirls all throughout his body, tingling wherever your body brushes against his own. Sam finds that he likes the feeling, the buzz of it—it’s addicting.

“Yeah, alright then,” you reply, mirth dripping from each and every word. “two days. We have a deal. Better?”

“Yeah,” he turns back to face the water, the ocean spray misting his face. “Yeah, a lot better. That does sound fun.”

Anything sounds fun when it involves you.

[nevvdrinksteaa]

favors pt. i

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i think that this sounded better in my head, but i went ahead and wrote it anyways because i really couldn’t stop thinking about it. also kinda leaned into the horny vibe i was feeling, i’ve never written smut but i’ve read a lot and i think i could do it lmao

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pairing: mike schmidt x reader

prompt: idea from sweet child o’ mine @macfrog (it’s amazing i suggest you read it)

you’re abby’s babysitter and mike can’t pay you just quite yet and he asks if he can do anything for you in return and you mention that you need a date to your brother’s wedding.

warnings: uhmm fluff, angst, suggestive content, i think that’s it, let me know if i missed something!

word count: 1.7k

PART TWO HERE

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Waking up from your uncomfortable position on the couch, you heard the rain pattering on the window. The cold air suddenly swarming your body as you woke from your slumber. You reach over and tap your phone on the coffee table, watching the screen light up and checking the time. 5:48 AM Mike should be home in about 30 minutes. You reluctantly decided to slowly remove the blanket, standing up and reaching your hands in the air, stretching your stiff body as much as humanly possible.

You decided to help Mike and start cleaning up the mess you and Abby made from your activities. You start picking up the crayons, markers, and pencils and place them in the pink basket you picked out for Abby hours before coming over, smiling at how she colored in the paper hearts that were stuck to the sides, picking up the loose paper and sticking it in a neat pile on the desk on the dining table for Abby to use when she wakes up. You walk directly towards the hallway, taking clothes from the hamper and starting a load of laundry. Softly chuckling to yourself about how manly the laundry detergent Mike picked out smelled, you filled up the cap with the green goop and threw it in the washer.

Mike walked through the door as you were finishing up the dishes, drying off the big bowls you and Abby used to make brownies. He kicked his shoes off by the door and placed his keys on the little hook above the light switch. He looked at you for a few moments, taking in how cute you looked dancing to the soft music that came from your phone, how pretty your hair looked slightly knotted from your nap on the couch, the shorts you were wearing creeping up your legs with every step you take.

Mike loved watching you, in the least creepy way possible. He adored everything about you, taking the little extra time he had to notice things he never had any interest in noticing in anyone else before. You were so different and he was so infatuated, interested in getting to know you, getting to know your interests, getting to know your body. He thought about you constantly, something about you made him feel like a teenage boy. He was deep in thought when you turned around, yelping when you noticed him staring at you.

“You want to take a picture? Some people say they last longer” you say smirking, crossing your arms at the brown-eyed boy.

He chuckled softly at your flirtatious comment, a light pink dusting spreading across his tired face, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. You were listening to music and didn’t hear me come in.”

“It’s okay, I was just finishing up some dishes, I didn’t think it would’ve been fair to leave you with the brownie mess” His ears perked up with excitement “You made brownies?”

He faked surprise, ‘Of course, you made brownies’. You were always doing extra things, it was his favorite thing about you, always doing the most and expecting nothing in return.

You grabbed a brownie for yourself before sliding the plate over to the pretty boy. You stayed leaning against the island, smirking to yourself when you saw Mike's eyes dart to your chest.

“Abby and I made them, she said that she wanted to surprise you when you got off work”

“I swear that kid is only nice to me when you’re here,” he said, partially to you and partially to himself.

Rolling your eyes “You know that isn’t true, she adores you”

“I would strongly disagree, She told me I was the ‘dumbest person ever’ when I told her she needed to eat more than just spaghetti and pizza”

“To her defense, she ate brownies today, that's more than spaghetti and pizza”

“I cannot believe you would rather agree with a 10 year old than me” He put a hand over his heart, sighing heavily to show he was hurt by your words. “I always knew you liked Abby more than me.”

You looked at him, eyes wide at his comment. “Sorry, I thought it was clear that I liked her more than you” you paused, for dramatic effect “I never tried to keep it a secret.”

He laughs grabbing a second brownie, and moving away from the kitchen island toward the couch. “You coming?”

“I could be” you winked, smirking at him. He shook his head, thinking of all of the ways and positions he really could make you cum.

You start to follow him, scolding yourself for flirting with him, staying behind for a few seconds to click the lid back on the Tupperware container.

You walk around to the left side of the couch, opposite to where Mike was sitting. After your comment, you got nervous, thinking you pushed it too far. You started noticing the quietness that suddenly arose and not knowing what to say to make things less awkward.

Mike was the first to break the silence, “How was she today?”

“She was good, I was able to pull her away from her drawings long enough to watch a movie. We watched Coco and the end made her cry, then she called me a monster for making her watch it and walked right back to the bedroom to color” You giggle at the memory of the evening you had with the younger sibling.

“Sounds like Abby” Mike sighed ���At least she’s warming up to you enough to sit and watch a movie with you, I can’t remember the last time we sat down for a movie”

You grabbed his hand, noticing the sadness that started to form on his face. “You know she loves you, she talks about you constantly, you’re front and center of every one of her drawings. You’re her favorite person”

He smiled softly at your kind words, grateful to have you there to comfort him. “Thank you”

“Of course, that’s what I'm here for”

“Technically you're here because you babysit my sister, but it does make me feel good to think that you’re here only for me”

“Yeah yeah Schmidt, keep telling yourself that”

“Speaking of” Mike trailed off, “It’s going to be just a little bit longer before I can pay you, the new job doesn’t offer insurance so I have to pay for everything out of pocket and Abby was just sick-” You cut him off

“Mike you know I’m not worried about it” he sighed and you could tell by the look on his face that he was still bothered by not being able to pay her.

It had been three weeks since you started babysitting for Mike, coming early to help him make dinner before he leaves for work and staying late to get Abby dressed and feeding her before driving her to school so Mike could get more than an hour of sleep.

You enjoyed helping Mike and loved taking care of Abby, you were the oldest child in your family, so you were used to caring for people.

Mike hated it, it made him feel so guilty. He felt like he was taking advantage of your kindness, promising you every day that it would be only a little bit longer before he could pay you.

“You know, if you feel bad you could just repay me with a favor”

Mike perked up. His mind was filling with ideas of what could fall out of your pretty little lips. He would do anything you asked him to, make you dinner, give you a massage, eat you out for hours and hours. ‘God, why was he suddenly so horny?’

“What kind of favor are you thinking?” slightly squeezing his hand that was placed across your soft thighs. As soon as the words came out of his mouth he felt like a cheap whore, suddenly nervous that he was coming onto you so strong and you wouldn’t reciprocate.

“As tempting as this favor is,” you say placing a hand on his chest “I was thinking something else”

He was suddenly so embarrassed. He quickly pulled his hand away, placing it in his lap, and looking away from your beautiful face. You felt bad seeing a pitiful look on his face, hurting Mike’s feelings was the last thing you wanted to do.

“My brother is getting married in two weeks and I need a date.” He was ecstatic, pushing his horny feelings aside, he could picture it in his head; you two hand in hand, his tie matching your dress, sharing a kiss after your first slow dance-

“My boyfriend has a work conference and he has to be at” You have a boyfriend? “and my family is so annoying if I know if I come without a date, all they would do is tell me that I’m wasting my life away and I’m going to forever be so lonely and-” You have a boyfriend? How could he not know that?

“Mike, are you listening to me? If you’re uncomfortable pretending to be my boyfriend then I could always ask someone else”

“I’ll do it” Against his better judgment, he agrees, hoping that something could come out of it

“Really? Oh my god, thank you so much!” You lean over and hug him “You’re really saving my ass”

“Anything to help” he laughs, trying to make it seem like you didn’t just stab him in the chest with a casual mention of your boyfriend.

Suddenly, your alarm goes off and you pull away from the hug. Mike felt cold at the loss of contact.

“It’s 7:30, you should get to bed” you state standing up from your spot on the couch “I’ll get Abby ready from school so you can catch up on some sleep, I’ll text you the details of the wedding after I drop her off”

Mike watched as you walked away, feeling like he just got punched in the gut. You didn’t feel the way he did and god that was embarrassing. He never had time to even think about a relationship and the first time in a long time he does, the girl in question has a boyfriend.

Mike let out a deep sigh and got up, heading towards his bedroom ready to close his eyes and forget about the miserable conversation. As he walks past Abby’s room he notices you crouched beside her bed, softly shaking her awake.

Fake boyfriend or not, at least he knows he won’t be pretending about his feelings for you to your family.

[lucky-bucky-boy]

omg local baker who Mike has baking abbys bday cake but he has a crush on her ????

Oh my God this is so cute to me. I wanna run a coffee shop/mini bakery and this is just perfect and beautiful omg

I'm writing this with the idea that fnaf happened but didn't *happen* like no one died lmao

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Mike wasn't sure what to expect. At all.

It had been an incredibly tough year, each day somehow becoming more rough than the previous. From mom passing, to job hopping, to Aunt Jane trying to get the courts even more involved. Despite all that, he did his damndest to not let it affect Abby.

He knew in some aspects it was inevitable. A young child losing a parent was never easy; she heard his grumbling and arguments with Aunt Jane, the comments about not being able to pay Max, found papers he should have hidden a little better

But birthdays and holidays were sacred. That he made sure of.

So, against his pride and better judgement, he had asked Aunt Jane for a little help throwing Abby a birthday party. She was more than happy to, surprisingly, with the agreement they come up for Thanksgiving this year. And begrudgingly, he agreed.

That's how he ended up at the doorstep of a brick townhouse closer to the city, a paper in his hand with an address scrawled in his Aunt's too neat handwriting. She'd given him a list of stores and things and places and people to get everything from in order to throw a "proper birthday party."

He did a double take on the numbers and street address, making sure they matched and still slightly confused as to why he was at a person's house and not a store. With a shrug and a tired sigh, he knocked on the door, the scurrying of animals evident inside almost immediately followed by a "shush" as he heard another door shut before the one in front of him went to open.

He didn't know what to expect, and sure as hell didn't expect to have a girl a little younger than him open the door, an apron on and covered in flour. She looked almost frazzled for a moment before shutting the door behind her, eyes moving from the curious furry creatures to the man now in front of her.

"Hi, sorry," she sounded almost as tired and exasperated as he did, "been a busy day, and my lovely little fur-babies have been noisy."

She wiped her hands on her apron, "I - I don't think we've met before." Her eyebrows were scrunched, confusion etching into her features.

"Uh, yeah, sorry. I'm Mike. My uh- my Aunt Jane suggested you to me. Told me you make the best cakes and cupcakes and gave me your address to place an order."

He could see the cogs working in her brain as she tried to pin poin who he was talking about, "Oh! That's right, she gave me a call the other day to make sure I'd have the time. You need the order for next Saturday, right?"

He nodded, "Yeah, next Saturday at noon."

"Perfect, yes. Come in, we'll fill out the forms and get everything set. My pets are actually in the front room so you don't have to worry about them."

A cup of coffee, a curious conversation, and too many forms later, Mike felt like he was in a dream. The girl sitting across the table from him was captivating, a sense of excitement and passion he longed to have and admired. There was a sweetness to her, something he was sure he'd be able to taste in more ways than just her baking skills.

"Okay," her voice cut through his thoughts, "So, we're doing 24 cupcakes, half chocolate and half vanilla, then a 9 inch rounch cake with mint chocolate. And it's rainbow, fairy, unicorn, princess themed. Does that all sound right?"

He chuckled and nodded, "Yeah, sorry I couldn't give you more specifics. She's sort of all over the place and it's a surprise party."

"Oh no, don't worry. I'm going to have fun with this. Does she like glitter?"

He nodded again before taking a quick sip of his coffee. "Yeah, yeah. She loves glitter. Her favorite thing to do is draw as well."

"Perfect. Well, Mike, you're definitely more pleasant than your Aunt," she laughed softly, standing up and placing the form in a little file holder, "But don't tell her I said that. I'll send her the bill tomorrow. I hope Abby loves the cake."

Mike stood up, a tinge of disappointment that their interaction was coming to an end so soon. "I'm sure she will. She loves sweet." He sat his coffee cup in the sink. "So uh, when should I pick up the cake?"

"Oh! Don't worry about it. Jane invited me to the party so I'll just bring it all with me, I could use the networking with other parents so it works out."

His eyes widen some, lips twitching up into a small smile. "Okay, cool. I'll uh, I'll see you next week." He hesitated for a moment before grabbing a rogue napkin and the pen he was using to fill out the forms, quickly scribbling something onto it.

"Here," he handed her the napkin, "My number in case uh, in case you wanna talk more." He paused for a moment, watching her eyes scan the numbers, "For the uh. The cake. The party."

She giggled softly, looking at him as his features began to blush. "Yeah. For the cake and the party."

He chuckled anxiously, "Thanks again. I'll see you later." Mike let himself out before he could make himself even more embarrassed, standing on the porch for a moment after he closed the door behind him, unaware that the sweet baker was inside quietly squealing over the poorly written number.

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A Lifetime of Happiness

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This is Chapter 10

Notes

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18th December, 1817

Dear Colin,

My family is visiting with us, so my home is filled with movement, chatter and laughter. They all came in early this month to have a little celebration for Abby’s first birthday. Phoebe and Philomena could be mistaken for twins, and I do not need to tell you that they are a handful. Poor Mr. Finch, I think he hasn’t slept at all since Philomena was born, what with little Paul and his impressive lungs having come so soon after, and now Phillipa is with child again. I do have a renewed respect for my sister. Prudence has come into the room and asked me to give you her regards, by the way. I still cannot get used to how her personality was so transformed by maternity. Dare I say she has become sweet? I still find myself waiting for a biting remark that never comes. At any length, I am happy for both of my sisters, who are loved and cherished by good men that make them happy.

Mama seems much more at ease since she succeeded in her mission to get us all settled and taken off her hands to be cared for. She has been a great help to me, and I know this might come as a surprise, but she has also served as a great comfort, in her own way. I have learned to understand that her love, though expressed differently, is as strong and real as any other more evident by open displays of affection. Life just showed her differently, and I think that might be true for every person, that everyone loves a little differently.

I am delighted with your children’s artistic renditions, I shall keep them both at my desk, as it is where I find myself most frequently in need of inspiration or strength, when I am about to falter in my determination to keep hope alive. It’s been fifteen months without a word, I don’t know how much longer I can pretend I do not fear the worst. Do not fret and think me despondent, I have just allowed myself a moment of realistic thinking that I will drown soon enough in the cheer of the Christmas time season.

Have I told you I have a dog? It is almost as big as me and his name is Jack, of all names. He’s got a beautiful dark brown coat and it is one of the most important charges that was left under my care. He keeps me company in the mornings when the weather allows me to take breakfast in the garden, and sometimes we will brave a little walk, when I’m feeling like I can’t be contained indoors any more. He is sitting by my side right now. Mrs. Donaghy, our house keeper will have a conniption if she sees him inside, but he’s very well behaved and didn’t track much dirt. She will have me clean it all up myself. I’ve grown very fond of her, she is a dear woman but she does run a very neat house.

Did you receive the parcel I sent on November? Did Ollie and Amy enjoy their presents? I wasn’t sure how long it would take for it to get to them, hopefully between their birthday and twelfth night. Thank them for me and give each a hug.

Yours truly, Penelope.

1815 – A Gentlemanly occupation.

He was once more looking idly through the window, trying to locate the spot where the kiss had taken place, searching for her in the garden, even though it had already been several days since she had departed, the exact place was out of view from that window and it was raining. He could not help himself from going back to that moment again and again.

He had tried to apologize to her and it had been even more painful than he had thought, for he saw the disappointment in her eyes at discovering the inconstancy of his heart. Penelope had, understandably, been avoiding him, so she had to turn to his sister for help. Eloise had reluctantly agreed to help him talk to her on the condition that he would only apologize and that would be the end of the matter. She had detained Penelope after dinner and then quickly left her with Colin, without going too far from them, hovering near the door. He would have to accept that she would hear the whole thing.

“Penelope, please. I need to apologize for--” She shook her head nervously, at a loss for words and obviously scared to be caught alone with him. “I’m really sorry for… what happened, I shouldn’t have”

“No, you should not” She couldn’t even look at him directly and was rubbing her hands nervously. He had robbed her of the memory of her first kiss being a joyful one. It had been wonderful, but the memory would be forever tinged with the sadness of having been this awful mistake.

“I assure you, nothing of the sort will-- I don’t want you to think that--” Why couldn’t he find his words? It maddened him to feel this lost now when it came to her.

“I know, you love your wife Colin and you wouldn’t--”

“No!” He took a breath “I don’t” The tone in which he said this had made her finally look up at his face, he looked worried. And he was worried, for he wanted to make that very clear to her.

“What do you mean?” She seemed to be beyond disconcerted hearing this.

He looked around making sure there was no one else that could hear them. Eloise would but Penelope was bound to tell her anyway “I do not love Marina, Pen, I don’t think I ever truly did”

“But Colin, you… you eloped. How can… Why would you if you were not in love?” He felt the full weight of having clearly stolen a bit of her innocence.

“I genuinely thought I was, but I’ve found... it wasn’t true.” He found it was rather humiliating to admit it out loud. Heavens forbid Anthony could hear it.

Penelope seemed to be having a hard time reconciling this with what she thought she knew about love. She knew of course that people married without love all the time, but she was too inexperienced still to think that people eloped for any other reason than a love that had to overcome unjust opposition or one so strong that it could not wait for the bans of marriage to be read, because once love is found and it is returned, why would anyone want to wait a single day to spend the rest of their lives together?

She looked as if she had tasted something terribly bitter “Well, can we please forget about this?”

“But Pen, I --” He had to accept that the words he had carefully practised in his mind the whole day were absolutely lost.

She almost recoiled, he had never seen her as uncomfortable with him “I accept your apology, Colin. There is no point in discussing it any further.” And she hastily moved away towards the door, where Eloise had been waiting. His sister had clearly heard everything, because she gave him a look of pity so intense that it made him need to sit down.

Penelope had only stayed with them another three days after that conversation and avoided him until she departed. That had been two weeks ago and it was all he had been able to think about since. He moved away from the window as he heard the door opening behind him.

“I don’t suppose you fancy a drink, brother?” He asked when Benedict entered the study

“By all means, pour away!” Colin envied the ease of Benedict’s smile. He was temporarily burdened with Anthony’s duties but other than that, there seemed to be no clouds in his blue sky.

They sank in the leather chairs drinking slowly, Benedict examining his brother’s thoughtful countenance.

“What seems to be the matter now?” He tilted his head, anticipating some brooding from him, as sadly it had become a constant occurrence in the last couple of years.

“I’m thinking of taking up a job” Colin said, with an odd smile.

“A Job?” Benedict was relieved and rather amused. He did not have any objections to such a course of action, but it was highly unusual of a gentleman and rather unexpected of Colin.

“I met Lord Thornton by chance back in town last season. He was talking about his time in Sweden and I found the embassy work to be rather interesting. I don’t think it would be all that far fetched to inquire about an apprenticeship or some other position. I am not entirely bereft of ability, so I arranged a meeting with him before we came here”

“What do you reckon you’d be doing at an embassy?” Benedict could not imagine.

“It would be at the foreign ministry, and I might be able to put my knowledge of foreign languages to use, for one. Lord Thornton mentioned they were in need of translators”

“And are you really proficient enough for that kind of work?” This flustered Colin.

“Of course I am! Whatever did you think I was doing all these years when I talked about the lessons I – Anthony himself complained that – Never mind. Truly nobody pays attention to me at all, I see.”

“Now, now. I’m sorry I doubted you, it’s just I never thought of putting my French to actual use if not travelling to France or meeting French people you know? Well, at any rate, I am all for it, Colin! Do you think you require any assistance or have you already secured this with Thornton himself?”

“I am to meet with Lord Castlereagh's secretary to determine my actual position, but it is pretty much done.”

“Cheers to that, then!” He was proud of his little brother. It had been evident for some time that he had been struggling with nothing to take his mind off his marital issues.

“Do you think Anthony and mother will be as pleased?”

“Will it matter?”

“I’m determined to go ahead with this, but I am tired of being at odds with Anthony and knowing I’m displeasing mother once again”

“I’m sure they will understand. I dare say they will be glad to support you. It sounds like a rather gentlemanly occupation, after all.”

“Do you really think so?”

Benedict just nodded assuringly. “Is that all that has you worried?”

Colin looked at him as if to assess the ramifications of saying what he really needed to say out loud. Could he truly unburden himself if he admitted to Benedict that he had just discovered he was absolutely in love with Penelope Featherington? That he had kissed her and could not stop thinking about it? That Eloise had revealed to him the true depths of his ever unfolding stupidity? She loved him. He had broken her heartone too many times, apparently. How long had he had the chance, how many chances had he missed in his blindness? No, it was too much.

“That is all” He raised his glass and they both kept drinking in silence for a while, enjoying the sound of the gentle rain against the windows.

Thus, a couple of weeks later, back in Mayfair, Benedict was the least surprised of them all when Colin, having arrived unexpectedly at tea time with her wife in tow, announced his latest achievement to the family.

“I am to be an employed man!” He was smiling proudly, which had become such a rare occurrence that it made Penelope very happy.

“A job, Colin?” Violet cried with surprise, eyes wide.

“Indeed, I will begin as an apprentice at the foreign ministry offices here in town. Much to my dear wife’s chagrin I am not to leave the country in the near future” He said a little too acidly for Marina’s taste.

“I am very pleased that you will be doing something that interests you and keeps you away from trouble” She responded.

Violet considered this and decided it was not the worst thing, as far as scandals and gossip went, this could not be the worst they had fronted. Viscount Castlereagh was in Foreign affairs, after all, and there were Lords working on the embassies, so it was not like he was taking an apprenticeship with a blacksmith, however unheard of for a man with such a large inheritance and excellent connections as Colin. They would find a way, if it meant she could see him smiling like this more often.

“It sounds very interesting indeed, Colin. I was just a little surprised, but I am glad for you. When are you to begin?”

“Immediately, I will be there tomorrow morning.” He felt he was better off not disclosing that the war had made it necessary to increase the foreign efforts. It was better not to bring war into the conversation, regardless of how little danger he would be in the offices of the ministry, he knew his mother would jump at the mention of it.

“Bravo, Brother!” Eloise said with pride. “I for one admire your determination to finally do something of worth” Benedict made an exaggerated hurt expression, for even if unintended it still felt like a stab at himself, who was currently drifting by without a true occupation other than filling in for Anthony while he enjoyed his newly wed bliss for a little too long.

“Even if it is backhanded, I will take the compliment, Eloise” He couldn’t help looking at Penelope and was exceedingly pleased that she smiled approvingly, even if she was avoiding making eye contact with him. How he wished she would.

Meanwhile Penelope, who had been sitting next to Eloise the whole time, dared not say a word as she felt that if she reminded the family of her presence, everyone would be able to see in her face that they had kissed, however irrational that was. When she had come over for tea, she did not expect to see both Marina and Colin there. She was aware that it was always a possibility when visiting Bridgerton House, but it was such a rare occurrence that she had bet on the actual odds and lost.

She was determined to finally follow Eloise’s advise and remove herself from Colin and Marina’s life as much as she could, but this proved it would be quite a challenge.

The kiss had forced her to learn something about Colin that she wished she didn’t know. It made her aware that he was not the perfect hero of a novel that falls in love at first sight and remains forever constant. He was just a man, like any other, ruled by his passions.

Not only her image of Colin had been changed, but her view on the whole concept of love had been challenged as well. How could one be so sure of loving someone one day, risk it all for them, only to later discover it was never love at all? Could sheer lust really be so overpowering as to pass itself for love? Because she knew her own feelings, and as much as she had tried to extinguish them, they would not relent.

“Penelope, dear, you’ve been awfully quiet, are you alright?” Violet had noticed she had become a bit sullen and worried she might be feeling sick, she had gotten up to go closer to her, so not everyone would hear what she wanted to ask next, but she had already brought Colin’s attention to Penelope – as if he needed a reason.

“I’m quite alright, Lady Bridgerton, thank you”

“Are you nervous about the ball tonight? Eloise tells me you intend to secure a husband this year” Violet sat across from her, with a tentative smile.

“That is correct!” she offered shyly, with a little nod and tight smile. “And, even though it is my third year out, I am truly nervous now” It was different to be simply out and attending these events as more of an observer than actually having to put in the effort to attract a husband. So far she had been more concerned with collecting gossip and observing people’s behaviours, so once she had found herself firmly attached to the wall and overlooked, she had taken full advantage of it.

“Do not worry too much dear, you will have our full support. Francesca and Eloise will be there with you, so you don’t have to be on your own, you just try to have some fun and be yourself” Eloise turned around to the pianoforte to look at Francesca and they both exchanged frowned glances, they did not remember their mother ever advising them to have fun. But then Eloise saw Colin standing behind them. He had heard the whole thing and looked like he’d seen a ghost.

Violet suspected the true reason why Penelope had never made an actual effort before was her own son. She herself had been hopeful that Colin would eventually discover her and form the most sickly-in-love match in recent history. She had been so sure that there was a stronger attachment between them after years of watching them both grow up and develop their friendship. Penelope was sensible and supportive and had always been able to find the words to make him smile – he was always making efforts to please others, but he didn’t need an effort with her, it came most naturally, and more importantly, all of it was mutual. And that it was so easy and natural perhaps had been the problem, it seemed that he didn’t ever notice it was there at all, it would perhaps have required a marked absence to make itself evident.

“At least I will not be wearing yellow this season, mama finally gave up on controlling my wardrobe so at the very least I will not be feeling like an overripe fruit, and I see that as an absolute win already.” Her smile was full, and genuine.

Violet was relieved to hear that. She was sure that with a few adjustments to her wardrobe and styling she would be very attractive, too. It was a shame her own mother had not taken more care to make her look her best. But then again, Portia was not known for her good taste.

“Oh, now I cannot wait to see you” Violet was now determined, already making plans in her head. She would definitely talk with Lady Danbury and make sure Penelope was not overlooked, but they would also need to make sure she was not overwhelmed either, she knew the girl could be extremely shy and lacked self confidence. Since Eloise had mentioned that Penelope was looking to marry she had started making a list of suitable matches along with the one for Francesca. She had one for Eloise, too but she would have to let Eloise decide when she was really ready to consider marriage – It had been a shame that nothing had come from their acquaintance with Sir Phillip, but she had made the mistake of pushing Eloise before and had learned her lesson.

Colin had gone back to the other end of the room and announced his and his wife’s departure – much to her surprise. They would all see each other at Lady Danbury’s ball that night.

Chapter 11

[alwaysahiccupandastrid]

Just finished watching the FNAF movie (hooray for early UK release!) and I unironically loved it. Some things I want to mention…

Spoilers under the cut!

MATTHEW LILLARD AS WILLIAM AFTON 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

JOSH HUTCHINSON AS MIKE SCHMIDT 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

Honestly me just losing my fucking shit whenever there was a reference to the lore/games?!?! Like I was SO excited it was unreal

THE TOREADOR MARCH?!? FOXY SINGING?!? BALLOON BOY?!?! VANESSA?!? THE FREDDY LAUGH?!? THE “IT’S ME” WRITTEN ON THE MIRROR?!?

Not gory at all tbh like there’s a couple of scenes involving blood but most of the kills cut away before showing anything (there WAS a scene where Freddy chomped someone’s torso in half but you only see her bottom half afterwards, like the bite happens in the shadows)

There were, in fact, five nights at Freddy’s (and one day) (yes I counted lol) and absolutely nothing of particular scariness happened on Nights 1 or 2, Night 3 was cute, Night 4 started off cute but got sad and then Night 5 was kind of terrifying, kind of funny, kind of fucking awesome and filled with lore

They definitely missed a trick by not mentioning the Bite of ‘87 (or ‘83? Idk) or Golden Freddy but I know there MIGHT be a sequel so… 👀

I spent the whole of the movie trying to figure out who the fifth child/animatronic was 💀 like obviously Freddy, Chica, Bonnie and Foxy… was the fifth one the fucking cupcake?!?!

The cupcake was kinda goofy but I loved it all the same

The animatronics went from villains to not villains to villains to not villains again like what a journey

Look most of my FNAF knowledge admittedly comes from watching Markiplier and JackSepticEye playthroughs but since when was Vanessa William Afton’s daughter?!? Also is Vanessa THE Vanny???

Going into soft play with the pre schoolers at work is NOT going to be the same after this film 💀

Literally all of the people in the cinema freaked out when Springtrap appeared oh my god

We have come SO FAR since the SFM fanmade videos of William Afton in the Springtrap suit getting springlocked and dying surrounded by the ghost children in the animatronics like holy shIT?!?!

“I always come back” - cue the 20 people at the 10:50am showing I was in absolutely losing their fucking shit

In the sequel (if there’s a sequel) I DEMAND more Matthew Lillard as William Afton/Springtrap like yeah he’s dead but FLASHBACKS!!!! Prequels?!? So much potential there. What I’m trying to say is that we deserved more of him, he was amazing but only there at the beginning and the very end, that’s my top complaint tbh

Not that scary to be honest but there’s some jump scares

I will say this, it definitely felt VERY campy at times, like there were moments involving murderous animatronics where we were all giggling in the cinema

Abby (Abi?) was VERY cute and sweet but also I wanted to shake her like you fucking idiot why are you going up to the scary ass animatronics?!? Stay in the office with your sleeping brother

The fact Mike still has custody of his sister after their aunt was presumably murdered in his home is not adding up but hey ho 😂

Is it the best movie ever made? No, but it was enjoyable for me so I call it a win

If anyone has any questions or wants to talk about it, feel free to hit me up, I won’t be able to reply until just over 4 hours time though as I’m about to head into nursery and do a shift so… yep!

[sevensoulmates]

i wonder if people would be okay with eddie being bisexual. shannon as the only woman he fell in love with and buck as the only man eddie fell in love with. bisexual people also suffer from catholic guilt (i'm bi, latina and my family is catholic), but i don't think 9-1-1 would give us bi4bi romance. i just hope that, if eddie is bi, fans don't get mad and say things like 'it doesn't make sense'

Oh goodness, now we're getting into some iffy territory here. So, WARNING, if you follow my blog, you may already know that I personally headcanon Eddie as a repressed gay man, and not bisexual. And I have very specific reasons for that. HOWEVER, if the show DID want to go with Eddie also being bisexual, I would 100% accept that, because you're right bisexual people 100% also experience catholic guilt and comphet as well. All of that could definitely fit into the bisexual experience too. It would also make sense to the story...to a certain degree. So here's my warning again, I'm going to dive into my headcanon here, so be warned this is just MY opinion and is not indicative of all queer experiences real, fictional or otherwise.

Here's my reasons why I feel the story aligns closer to repressed gay than bisexual for Eddie. I simply don't believe that Eddie really ever was in love with Shannon. Loved her as his best friend, yes. Deeply loved her as the mother of his child? Yes. Loved her as a person? Yes. In deep romantic love with her? No. Nothing I've seen from their relationship, not the sex, not their "sweet" moments, or the vulnerable moments, nothing has ever made me ever believe they were in love love. I totally realize that that's my personal opinion and other people see it differently, I understand that, and I respect other people's personal opinions on the matter. This is not a knock against Shannon as a character, but just my individual feelings on their relationship. This was my opinion back when season 3 was still airing and I saw the show for the first time, and it's still my opinion now.

However, back in season 3/4 I actually still believed Eddie could be bi, for sure. And I would've been absolutely THRILLED with a bi4bi story from Buddie.

After all, just because Eddie wasn't in love with Shannon didn't mean he couldn't fall in love with another woman (or man), right? But then came Ana Flores....and then Vanessa...and then came Marisol....and the pattern kept going and I simply COULD NOT justify any of his behavior as actually really being attracted to/wanting/loving ANY of these women.

I understand that plenty of heterosexual and bisexual men also have this kind of avoidant-attachment relationship style, and that it could also stem from trauma, the way he grew up, patriarchy, etc, but the way he FORCES himself to be in a relationship with these women. The way he NEVER allows a genuine bond with a woman to just grow naturally and always has to force it to start, and then desperately cut it off when he's finally reached his limit, truly feels like he's torturing himself. And I'm so sorry, but I feel like if you were a person who genuinely wanted to be with a woman or a man, or anyone, in any capacity, you would not be torturing yourself over being with them.

Especially when I look at him in comparison to Buck, a canon bisexual man. I never once doubted that Buck actually loved Abby. I never once doubted that Buck was actually trying in his relationships with Ali, Taylor, and Natalia. When he was interested in these women it didn't feel forced. Unhealthy? Sure. Not the right fit for him? Absolutely. But forced? Like he was only doing it because he thought he had to? Never. Sure, maybe Buck held on longer than he should've because he didn't want to lose them, but that's because he still wanted their love even if it wasn't healthy for him.

I don't see any of that with Eddie. Shannon, and Eddie's relationship with her, has always felt like a crutch for Eddie, like an excuse, before she came back, when she was present, and long LONG after she died. So the argument that "well Ana and Marisol just aren't Shannon" will never work for me.

I also think Eddie being demisexual would be a better fit narratively at this point than bisexual as well. But then again, there's overlap and it's all very subjective and yeah--just a lot of queer theory to get into that I'm not an expert on, so I'm just gonna reiterate again. This is just my opinion.

If the show really wanted Eddie to be bisexual, and stated it as such, I would be fine with it, and I would accept it graciously and happily. But I do honestly feel like it wouldn't really fit well into the story they've been telling. At this point in time, with everything that we know, and everything we've seen, the only thing that I believe truly fits with the narrative is that Eddie's a repressed gay man and/or demisexual.

But if real-life bisexual people see themselves in Eddie, that will ALWAYS be valid, regardless of what the show says in regards to his sexuality. Fuck, they'll probably just leave him unlabeled regardless, in which case, any and all headcanons are valid.

This is a nuanced topic, and I do admit that IN REAL LIFE (remember I'm just discussing FICTIONAL characters here based purely on what a NARRATIVE has shown us which is all we can truly take as fact) someone in Eddie's position could for sure be bisexual and have this exact same experience.

I just think in my personal subjective opinion that with all we've seen in canon thus far, it would feel most organic to the story (and doesn't make Eddie look like a fucking asshole who chooses not to care at all about the women he's dating) if he realized he was a repressed gay man.

[inlovewithregencyera]

July 5th, 1818

We’ve just left Oakmere and I have time to write again. I saw Lady Worthington and her mind wasn’t in the best of places. She could scarcely remember Frederick until I said something. She remembered him, and Frederick immediately leaped into her lap like a child and wept. She just held him and played with his hair. It warmed my heart greatly, as he’s no longer upset now! Before we left, Dr. Mead told him that she may not remember him next time, but he was alright with that. He had his mother back for a while and they made peace with his past, so he tells me he can bear anything now! We are headed to Willowfax, yes, Willowfax. Before Frederick takes me to Brindleton, I’ve convinced him to take me to see Charles and Marie. I’ll not see them for my birthday, as Marie is in the family way and is due within a week. I forgot to tell Frederick that, and when I mentioned it he immediately expressed urge to see my dear brother and lawful sister. He is eager to see sweet little Lotte as well since he’s not seen her since she was just a couple of months old. She's a shy little thing, I’m unsure how she will react to him. Nonetheless, she’s quite sweet. I’ve forgotten how good my Freddie is with children, which warms my heart. Oh, how affectionate he is with his dear little niece. She called me Aunt Aurelia on his command and I couldn’t stop smiling. I do hope Georgiana and Henry have already arrived in Brindleton. Georgie will be most delighted with Freddie’s presence, he always asks me if I’ve seen him. Kathy will be as well. Carrie-not so much. Mari says she doesn’t remember much of him. She caught us kissing once, and I had to bribe her with chocolates not to tell a soul. I pray she doesn’t remember that. Eddy and Wally were too little to remember Frederick, so this will be a new experience for them. I am beyond excited and will be forever grateful for the way we love and care for each other’s families.

TRANSCRIPT

Frederick: Are you coming?

Aurelia: Yes, sorry. I love these paintings of your parents very much, you are the perfect image of them both.

Frederick: *smiling* Thank you, Lily.

Lucy: FREDDIE! Is that you?

Abigail: Oh who else would it be you imbecile!

Frederick: Right. Shall we go?

Aurelia: *smirking* I suppose we have no other choice.

Augusta: Oh dear, who’s Freddie?

Elizabeth: Your son Mama. Your only son. Our brother.

Augusta: Oh goodness me! But I don’t have a son.

Elizabeth: Mama, yes you-

Lucy: There’s no use in trying Lizzie. We’ve tried these past few months, but she won’t understand.

Elizabeth: Let us keep reminding her and mayb-

Lucy: There is no use, Even Dr. Mead said it. You’re just upsetting her.

Abigail: She didn’t remember you at first, Give it time.

Lucy: Abigail, I’m surprised she remembers you considering-

Mead: Dear Ladies, you are upsetting your mother, please!

Elizabeth: Dr. Mead is right. There is a time and place, not in front of Mama.

*door opens*

Elizabeth: Oh Freddie! How good to see you! And Lady Aurelia!

Abigail: Very good to see you, brother. We were just discussing you!

Lucy: Yes, yes. Good morning to you two.

Frederick: Hello, Lizzie, Lucy, and Abby. Good Morning Dr. Mead!

Aurelia: Good morning to you all.

Mead: Ah yes, good morning your Lord and Ladyship.

Frederick: Mama, I-

Augusta: Oh my goodness it’s my angel! How good of you to come see me. How is my Charlie doing up there?

Aurelia: Oh, hello. Well..

Elizabeth: *ahem* Mama, look. There’s someone else standing there too...

Augusta: *squinting* Oh yes, yes I see. Who is that?

Abigail: That’s your-

Augusta: Thomas Worthington! I’ve not seen you since 1795! How good of you to come! Still gambling my husband's money I suppose?

Lucy: No mama, that’s not Uncle Tommy, that’s-

*Frederick’s eyes start welling up*

Aurelia: *whispering* Hey, it’s alright.

Augusta: Not Thomas you say? Why yes, silly me, it’s Percival!

Abigail: No mama, Uncle Percy passed two years ago.

Augusta: Oh you’re quite right, daughter. I am unsure why this strange man is in my house!

Frederick: *lip starts to quiver* Mama…

Aurelia: He is your true angel ma'am. He is superior to me in all things Godly. He is everything good in this life and the definition of heaven-sent.

Frederick: Well, I-

Aurelia: He’s a much better person than I ever will be.

Frederick: No, that’s not what I-

Aurelia: This is your angel, and he loves you a great deal. He loves you the most.

Frederick: *sniffling* Aurelia, please-

Aurelia: This angel is called Frederick, but the day he fell from heaven into your arms, is when you nicknamed him Freddie. This is your-

Augusta: Freddie?

Aurelia: Yes, Freddie! He wishes you would still hold him in your arms again and kiss his cheeks like you once did.

Augusta: *squinting* Frederick Charles Worthington?

Frederick: *breaking down* Yes mama, that’s me.

Mead: It’s a miracle!

Augusta: Oh my sweet boy, I am so sorry, come here!

Frederick: *falling to knees* Mama!

*Elizabeth, Lucy, and Abigail start sobbing*

Frederick: Oh mama *kissing hands* I love you. I love you so much, and I’m sorry for leaving. I promise I’ll never leave you again. I’ve been a terrible son, Please find it in your heart to forgive me.

Augusta: Oh my sweet Freddie! You were the greatest joy I ever experienced! You’ve been nothing but a good boy. Your Father and I were always so proud of you!

*Frederick starts uncontrollably sobbing*

Augusta: Before he died, he told me, “Mary, that boy of ours will do great things.” And I believe that! Have you finally married, oh what’s her name? A….Awellah? No, no that can’t be right. Arabella! No, no…

Frederick: Mama…

Aurelia: Do you fancy the name Aurelia ma'am?

Frederick: Oh yes! What a fine name! And if she was half as pretty as you I’d die happy! Oh…I remember now. Come here, dear Aurelia! 

*tiny footsteps approaching*

Julia: Mama, I want to go ho-Oh goodness! Uncle Freddie, why ever are you sad

*Frederick starts wiping his eyes aggressively*

Lucy: Julia Grace Osborn! Go back to the nursery this instant! 

Julia: But Mama, I’m bored! I have completed all of my lessons and no one will play with me aside from Miss Elkins, and she’s old! 

Lucy: JULIA!

Augusta: Oh hello sweet little angel! 

Julia: Hello Granny! Are you well this morning? 

Augusta: Oh, quite well thank you, dear. I am even better now that my Freddie is here. 

Julia: Oh yes, how lovely! *looking around* OH HELLO AURELIA! I HAVE MISSED YOU SO-  

Lucy: MY GOODNESS CHILD LOWER YOUR VOICE! 

Julia: *whispering* Sorry Mama!  

Aurelia: *giggling* Hello Julia! 

Julia: *pouting* Uncle Freddie, how rude of you not to answer my inquiry of why you are sad! 

Lucy: Julia, I will NOT ask you again to go back upstairs!  

Augusta: Oh, but please let the poor child stay! She has so much spirit! 

Lucy: Mama, please let me handle this. 

Frederick: No, no I agree, let her stay. After all, my little bug is worried about me, aren’t you?

*Julia nods her head* 

Frederick: I was upset because I hadn’t seen my bug all day, how are you? 

Julia: Oh Uncle Freddie I am bored! Please, can we play?   

Frederick: Not now darling, I must take Lady Aurelia to Brindleton. We can play upon my return. 

Julia: But- 

Abigail: I’ll play with you Juli-

Julia: NO! You always complain about your back! Uncle Freddie is in good health!

Elizabeth: Well goddess! Someone needs a flogging!

Frederick: Oh yes, a good flogging indeed. Or perhaps to be suffocated by kisses?

Julia: No, please!

Frederick: You must run before I give you all my love and affection! 

Aurelia: *whispers* Spare me some too? 

Frederick: You got your share last night 

Aurelia: *giggling* You’re not fair. 

Frederick: GOT YOU! *kissing cheeks aggressively* 

Julia: *giggling* No, please!

Frederick: I love you bug!

Julia: I love you too Uncle Freddie. But I HATE your sloppy kisses. 

Frederick: Oh well *kisses cheeks more*

Elizabeth: Frederick, I think you best take your leave, I feel the rain will only get worse. 

Frederick: Oh, yes, you’re right. Goodbye bug, I love you so much. Say goodbye to Aunt Aurelia! 

Aurelia: *blushing* Goodbye Julia! I hope to see you more often! 

Frederick: Oh don’t worry you will. We must take Aunt Aurelia captive, right bug?  

Julia: Oh yes indeed, then she will have no choice but to marry you 

Frederick: Brilliant girl you are! We shall devise a plan as soon as I return.

[splatooshy]

winner from the au poll: 🦇🔮

it’s the least developed au of the lot, so. you guys chose wrong. ANYwho—

🦇🔮

aka, “the promise.” (working title).

denzo are bonnie’s fairy godmothers (and the rest of the bennett line’s) due to damon’s promise to emily. kol’s there too, at some point. it’s basically the step sister of the eternal teenager verse. just with more witchy shenanigans & denzo getting themselves into trouble in the name of helping bonnie learn magic. damon gets turned into a cat at one point, and is one for over a week. it only takes a day to figure out the counterspell, he just likes being a cat. only turns back on accident, mopes about it for a while.

seriously this au is underdeveloped as fuck why would you guys choose this option.

there’s two diverging storylines because i have never made a decision in my life. one is where denzo escape augustine together, the other is where they don’t. the second one is more angsty but the first is really fun.

storyline 1 general outline:

denzo escape together, damon’s like “hey i’m supposed to be babysitting these witchies but i sort of neglected them the last five years. sure hope they haven’t gotten themselves into any trouble.” cue teenage sheila in the background running amok and using her magic to trip people over. enzo instantly takes a liking to her & joins in. damon and amelia are severely unimpressed. amelia is a witch doctor / therapist & helps denzo readjust to life, sheila is a menace and should not be left unsupervised lest she overthrow the government and give the president an aneurysm.

damon’s like “oh you were such a sweet child. so polite and shy. the loveliest ten year old.” and now sheila’s the loveliest sixteen year old and she’s angry at the world.

anyways, haven’t decided on what happens with the abby situation — maybe she spells denzo inside the house while she goes to confront mikael?? no way they’re letting her go alone, and no way she’s letting them come with (the bennetts keep getting more stubborn by the generation).

little baby bonnie is the cutest cutie to exist. she loves being carried around at vamp speed & thrown up in the air. she has a habit of accidentally turning people into frogs - turns enzo into one & goes to find some more frogs. lines them up in a little row and makes damon guess which one is enzo. he guesses it first try (one of them looks far more smug than the others.) and has to kiss frog!enzo to turn him back. bonnie thinks she’s hilarious & runs off to tell grams about her new spell. she has a sparkly purple diary grimoire (with a voice activated passcode) and writes in it with her smiggle gel pens.

when bonnie’s ten, someone’s picking on her at school, so she tells denzo. it goes a little something like this:

denzo: right let’s go beat up a ten year old.

bonnie: NO! you can’t do that!

denzo: fine. we’ll compel them to stop?

bonnie: no. that’s not fair.

denzo: what if we compelled them to embarrass themselves, completely unrelated to your predicament?

bonnie: …perhaps…

also also also! grams won’t let denzo into her house. mostly for the lols. it’s become a running joke by this point. they have dinner on her patio once a month, but aren’t invited in because they’d get into everything and touch the wrong spelled object and blow the house up. she has a ward up to keep pests out, claims that’s why they can’t get in.

i haven’t figured out canon yet, but it’ll probs be similar to etv (just with bonnie also knowing denzo. she finds them hilarious, stefan disagrees.)

storyline 2 general outline:

damon escapes alone, next few decades occur a la canon. sheila hates damon because he wasn’t there to save abby. damon… doesn’t care.

damon goes out of his way to get the tomb opened only to discover that katherine isn't there, becomes disillusioned with her, and by extension, elena. his humanity comes back around this time, decides he might as well keep his promise to emily, even if she didn’t keep her end. mostly because he needs something to live for & it’ll annoy stefan.

damon and stefan still butt heads, causing elena (and stefan, and isobel, and pretty much everyone because elena makes a Big Deal about it) to think he's romantically interested in her, when in reality damon is just looking out for stefan and bonnie in his own way (the typical, hardcore damon way). bonnie starts to withdraw from her friends, damon swoops in (literally. he keeps his powers) to save the day / piss off his brother even more. she doesn’t trust him & makes that very clear, but eventually they come to some sort of mutual ground. damon probably shares stories about emily, brings bonnie spells that he thinks would be fun. there are… a Lot of spells. he probably writes down some harry potter ones to see if they’d work. bonnie just raises an eyebrow at him. they start to form a bestiehood. cue stefan and elena’s meddling.

bonnie goes on a college tour of whitmore?? something seems off, so she tells damon. who in turn scopes the college out to just… check what’s going on. finds enzo. brain stops functioning, somehow he gets enzo out & back to the boarding house. calls bonnie in the middle of the night and actually BEGS for her help. she and damon get enzo back up and at ‘em, denzo cautiously reform their friendship & eventual romance. they probably hook up multiple times by accident before they’re actually on good terms. more stefan and elena (and caroline) meddling.

instead of college, because the whitmore thing really freaked her out, denzo take her on a trip to NOLA. klaus is there, frenemies with damon & begrudgingly on decent terms with enzo (nobody knows how that happened). bonnie and rebekah end up together, she also becomes good friends with davina. kol is having a wonderful time, reunited with his old pals (iykyk) and tormenting his siblings. elijah sighs more often than usual. freya misses her coffin. finn misses his. but sage shows up and she and freya are BFFS (finn is not displeased with this, but he does wish they would refrain from teasing him). marcel keeps trying to ban damon from the quarter (again), but it doesn’t stick. idk.

elena dies, either in some ritual or because she stuck her nose into someplace she shouldn’t have. stefan shows up in new orleans, rebefriends klaus, bonds with damon. stefan/hayley/klaus love triangle??? it’s not quite clear.

and yeah. that’s what it is so far.

[corvivale]

HELLO OH MY GOD I ! completely forgot to set up asks here I’m . so sorryHEBDBAH

BUT YES !! I DO !! SO. SO MANY HEADCANONS. I’ll list a few of my favorites!!!!! :3

• cecil is the type of guy to Not get sick a lot— and I like to think it’s because of his weird immortality curse . like, he would get sick normally as a child, but after all of the horrors he went through, he just .. never really gets sick. once every blue moon however he gets a tiny little cold and he’s the biggest baby about it ever .just absolutely inconsolable. and carlos indulges him and encourages it every time by taking care of him btw

• cecil is AUDHD . thisisnt even a headcanon at this point this is just factual . I actually……. Have an entire paper about this in the works …… it is currently 16 pages long. let me know if any of you would be interested ..

• often whenever cecil is with carlos, he’ll keep his two main eyes focused on whatever he’s looking at in the moment, but he always has at least one of his extra eyes fondly locked on carlos at all times

• when cecilos first brought esteban home, cecil was an absolute WRECK. he was so filled with anxiety that he spent many sleepless nights just straight up sitting by his crib for hours staring at him to make sure he didn’t spontaneously combust or something. he was very overly protective and obsessively read every single baby book he could get his hands on cover to cover Multiple times. carlos got concerned about this and called abby about it and she told him that he was exactly the same way with janice when she was born, and he just needs to let cecil have his little freak out for now so he gets it all out of his system. eventually, cecil ends up so exhausted he conks out for several hours on the couch and then he’s just normal after that (mostly. he’s still an anxious freak at times and we love him for it)

• cecil was avg. weight during the very early years of wtnv, just like how he was described in the beginning, but I like to think he embodies the ‘character gains weight to signify they’re more fulfilled with life/happier now’ trope. depressed insecure isolated little weirdo in an apartment complex with 0 cooking skills —> more confident little weirdo with a loving husband who cooks for him and reminds him to take care of himself when he forgets/doesn’t feel like it . something something now that he’s with carlos he’s actually aging and changing and growing now .. something something he rediscovered his humanity with carlos… etc….

• part of cecil’s love language is Definitely jjst . sharing sweet little drowsy moments with carlos. those quaint, ‘domestic bliss’ mornings he wakes up to— seeing carlos lay beside him with his hair all frizzy from sleep, brewing a warm cup of coffee in the morning while carlos makes breakfast, cuddling and sleeping in on lazy days .. you get the gist. I like to think he loves little cat nap moments as well- just curling up on the couch, intertwined with one another, the only sound in the room being their respective breathing and heartbeats. it helps cecil relieve a lot of pent up tension

• cecil sleep-hosts sometimes. like carlos will wake up to cecil very drowsily mumbling the details of last week’s community calendar or some shit, completely knocked out. he’s perfect

• since cecil can’t cook very well he definitely is just like an annoying cat every time carlos cooks/bakes. like, carlos will be making something, and cecil will either be standing very close behind him looking over his shoulder, or he’ll be sitting up on the counter beside him licking the spoon or something

• ^ on that note I feel like a lot of their dynamic is jsut. ‘carlos doing something productive while cecil either watches or just sits with him enjoying his company.’ like their afternoons consist of carlos sitting on the couch reading a book while mindlessly playing with cecil’s hair, cecil’s head draped against his lap, and both of them are completely silent. they just like being together! carlos’ love language is more tied into his work and getting things done/achieving some sort of practical goal, while cecil just enjoys being along for the ride

• cecil emotes vaguely like a cat. his tail perks up/gets all puffy when he’s startled, his pupils cartoonishly dilate depending on his mood, his tail flicks at the tip sometimes when he’s just stationary/bored/focused and lashes when he’s agitated, etc.

• cecil is AFAB, and has had top surgery! I draw him with top surgery scars, and I don’t know I just think it weirdly makes sense ? anyway . he’s genderqueer and he has a very lax relationship with gender in which he doesn’t really understand why people make such a big deal out of it, and however people address him is typically fine with him!

• since cecil is very artistic and he often expresses his creative writing skills on the radio, I like to think he writes carlos little meaningful poems and prose here and there<3

• due to his ADHD cecil is often forgetful and has to be (lightly) assisted with tasks sometimes. he’s the type of guy to leave untouched, completely full cups of liquid all over the place, having forgotten he made them (me too girl). carlos makes him very specific and written down grocery lists and gives him gentle reminders about things when he needs to, and cecil is very thankful for his patience. any time cecil messes up on something, he gets really upset and self-critical about it, but carlos is always there to reassure him it’s alright and it’s no big deal and they’ll figure something out

• ^ cecil takes stimulant medication and an antidepressant! just like me fr

• cecil is somewhat strict about routine and can grow pretty distressed when plans spontaneously change. I feel like carlos and cecil are on opposite sides of the spectrum when it comes to this, so like. he and carlos will have a plan to do something but last minute carlos is like “hey what if we did [] instead for [insert more practical reason]” and cecil is like “uh no what no what. That is not the plan!!”

• ^ another thing like this is .carlos will try and be helpful and like organize cecil’s space for him without telling him about it in advance but when cecil sees his space organized he’s like really freaked out about it because yeah it was messy but it was methodical. he knew where everything was but now he doesn’t and oh god ohhh no change bad

all of this is just shameless projection. btw .let me know if you all would want more of these ..? I have.too many

ALSO THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK!! THIS WAS A VERY FUN POST TO MAKE:) @www-pinkhearse

[abbysbicepsss]

Abby making reader sit on her face after a long day of work 🥵

Stress Relief

Heyyy, first Abby fic! Tysm for this request I loved writing it and hope I did your idea justice :)

CW: smut, top!Abby, sub!reader, fingering, oral, face riding, a little bit of plot

Word Count: <1k

"Finally" you mutter to yourself upon entering your and Abby's shared room, closing and leaning against the door. It was no question that today had absolutely kicked your ass. Despite your medical expertise, any time you were on patrol with someone other than Abby you were treated like an obstacle. Abby knew you hated going on patrols without her, but despite your misgivings, she had been given another assignment that required her endurance and strength today.

"Hi baby" Abby cooed, approaching you and proceeding to pull you into a hug. She could tell you'd had a shitty day by the look on your face alone, but she asked you how your patrol went anyways. "Horrible" you reply with a roll of your eyes.

You proceeded to describe how the assignment had gone wrong in every way it possibly could. Infected everywhere, a false lead for medical supplies, your partner treating you like a child. Abby listened intently, sympathetically nodding and contributing the occasional comment. "Sounds like you had a pretty bad day" Abby declared once you had finished complaining. It was on days like this that you felt extra grateful for Abby being your partner. "C'mon baby, I know what you need," Abby remarked, leading you to the bedroom by your hand.

Upon entering the room, her lips attached to yours like a magnet. You softened into the kiss, Abby walking back towards the side of the bed. She sat down on the bed and pulled you on top of her, your legs straddling her thighs. Abby was right, she does know what you need. After a long day of having to control yourself, you loved being able to relinquish your freedom and let her take the reigns. Abby removes your shirt and bra and focuses her mouth on your neck now, leaving hot wet kisses on the expanse of skin. You gasp when she finds your sweet spot, biting lightly. You grow desperate, rutting your hips against her in an attempt to relieve the throbbing of your cunt whilst tugging on her shirt to let her know you want it off of her.

"So eager" Abby tuts, removing her shirt and moving the two of you onto the bed fully now. She plays with the waistband of your pants, tapping you to lift up and allow her to remove them from your body. The sudden cold air contrasts against the wet heat of your pussy. "Come here" Abby commands, pulling on your hips. "Sit on my face" she clarifies, licking her lips in anticipation. You comply, moving forward to where you were hovering over her mouth, the wet spot on your panties obvious. "Let me make you feel good" Abby whispers before moving your panties to the side with one hand and pulling your hips down with the other, closing the distance between your cunt and her eager mouth.

You whine out in pleasure, clit twitching from the sudden stimulation. Abby works her tongue over you, swirling circles around your bundle of nerves. She darts her tongue into your entrance, earning a sinful moan from your mouth. You try to stay compliant, following the rhythm of your hips that Abby has created. This proves more and more difficult as the white-hot feeling in your stomach expands, signaling your approaching orgasm. You give in to your desire and begin grinding down on her tongue, Abby getting the message and steadying her mouth to allow you to ride her tongue. Your pace quickens, your breath coming out in short puffs interrupted only by your desperate whines. Abby pulls away to catch her breath, her mouth wet with your juices and eyes carnal. You let out a discontent moan at the loss of contact and she brings her fingers to your pussy, slowly grazing over your folds to soothe you. "I know baby, doing so good for me" Abby praises.

"You wanna keep using me?" Abby questions, raising her eyebrow slightly. You hum and nod your head, hips trying to grind down on her fingers. "Okay baby" she agrees, making eye contact with you as she sticks her tongue out and holds it still, inviting you to return to your favorite seat. You exhibit zero restraint now, gliding back and forth against her muscle, chasing your release like it was the sole reason you were living. "Fuck Abby please please please" you let out, not sure what you were even begging for. Abby retracts her tongue and pulls your clit into her mouth, sucking on it without mercy. Abby tightens her grip on your hips as you finally give into your body, juices gushing from your pussy as you ride out your orgasm.

You roll off of Abby, laying beside her, your chest heaving up and down as you come down from your high. You look over at her, strands of hair sticking to her forehead and pupils still dilated. "Maybe I should have bad days more often," you remark, pulling her into a kiss.