#i did not cut off my hair i was busy puking

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Still alive, barely. Turns out I was sick with a headcold that triggered a week long migraine/potential lupus flare?. What a great fuckin week and a half. This is cowritten by my cat who has refused to leave my room, where I've been holed up for the last week or so.

[leonkennedygvrl]

My father loves me with every inch of his manhood.

real dad leon x virgin reader

🌹 warning: 18+, p in v, oral (m recieving), creampies, incest, size difference, dead dove, tummy bulge, squirting, rape kink, baby trapping, murder, gore, leon’s gross and weird so beware! and enjoy :)

divider credits to @firefly-graphics

Oh, what a mistake she was! Leon felt a fool for thinking she was the one, maybe the sex was satisfying at first but God slicing through her felt even better. Her pussy was never tight enough anyways, and he’s a man with needs. That’s why he made you watch. Pretty little daughter, hardly resembles her whore of a mother. You’re trapped in a cage down in the basement, watching your daddy straddle your mommy.

And flesh was ripping. Audible. Blood was everywhere, flowing. Her eyes were wide. Just like her wounds as he slowly plunged the knife back inside her body. Again, again, and again. Ignoring your muffled cries, stupid silly girl. It’s okay, he had plans for you.

“Dad—daddy, please stop! She’s dead! Mommy’s dead!” You screamed with all your might, but it only earned a raspy chuckle. You were just… so shocked to be disgusted by your father. And even more so when he stood up and grabbed your mother’s hair, shoving her face against the glass you were behind. A gasp leaving your lips, her face was fucked up. You didn’t want to look at it.

You squeezed your eyes shut, hiding behind your palms as you turned away.

“She’s prettier like this, baby. No? You don’t think so?” Leon asked, her neck was slit. A gaping cut, multiple stab wounds over her décolletage. Blood coating her jewellery that he bought her, maybe he’d pass it down to you. That shit was expensive. Plus, you liked pretty things. Pretty girls did. And you were very, very pretty. That’s why he was hard, and it was not because he’d murdered your mother.

Okay, maybe a little bit. He liked the control. He watched you sob, back hunched over that he could see your spine in the cute dress you wore. You were such a sweetheart, your closet consisted of a fashionista’s dream! Heels, frilly socks, garters, purses and accessories. Much better than your mom, she was just basic. At least to him.

“Baby, it’s alright. I love you, that’s all that matters. You don’t need mommy.” He cooed, releasing the grip on her hair and kneeling down, watching as you meekly peeked through to look at him. Soggy tears all clumped together and your lips pouted. He felt his stomach flutter. “Yeah, attagirl. Cm’ere, I’d never hurt you.”

You always wondered why you were just a little bit fucked up in the head, yes mommy’s death hurt but daddy was just so much more important. Mommy couldn’t protect you, her press-ons would probably fall off if she even tried. But daddy was strong and he’d tear down anything to help you. Your shaky hands touched the ground, crawling over to him and pressing your palm against the glass.

“But you hurt mommy.” You doubted. Foolish, right? You expected him to be irritated but his eyes were soft as he looked down at you, but there was something in there. Something dark. Something that wanted to ruin you. He pressed his own palm to the glass, so much bigger than yours. “I miss mom, please… she—she…”

“Shh, don’t worry about her. You gonna let dad come in there with you?” Leon asked, he was dirty with blood but his dick hurt the longer he looked at you. In his eyes, you were perfect. You just needed a little tweaking. His dick could do that.

You looked at your mother’s limp body, wanting to puke. You should’ve hated your dad, but you couldn’t. You actually think you hated your mom a little more, she wasn’t the greatest individual.

Little feet of yours pattered on the ground, you were just a toddler in need of some love. Dad was never around, at least not much. He was gone for weeks at a time, so you’d always go to your mother but she was busy as well. On the phone, talking to Katie. Katie was her best friend since university, and as much as you stood by her legs, grabby hands wanting to be picked up, she paid no mind to you.

“No, no, no. I told her she couldn’t just nitpick about everything, Katie! She just doesn’t listen, and now she wants my advice? That’s not happening.” Your mother scoffed into the phone, hardly sparing you a glance as she shooed you away and leaned against the kitchen counter. “Honestly, I’m glad Mark cheated on her. Maybe that would teach her a lesson.”

Or another time when you were a little older, just beginning elementary school. You were scared. You were never good at socialising, and as your mother opened the car door she ushered you out quickly, still on the phone.

“Oh my, really? That’s great news, I’m sure Graham is a nice guy. Is the ring good? I mean, if he isn’t emptying his wallet on you then he’s probably not going to be a great husband Katie.” Your mother chatted, and you looked up at her, hoping for at least some reassurance.

No, she didn’t care much about you. You were just an annoying addition to the family because Leon wanted children. That’s when she got a little turned off, but she stuck with him because he gave her cash. And while he was off on missions, you observed everything.

Also, the first day wasn’t great. You got bullied.

Teen years you were a little smarter, always eavesdropping on your mother. But she started getting a little TMI with Katie, and you figured it was just the best friend privilege. You didn’t have much of that growing up, kids avoided you.

“He’s perfect, Katie. He has it all, you know? I don’t know why I even bothered with Leon, he’s such a prick sometimes. He doesn’t make any time for me and it’s just frustrating! Like, you know that italian restaurant I told you about? A few months ago, they had an all you can eat and I told him about it and guess what,” your mother rambled, openly admitting her afair. This is where you held a dislike for her deep down because how dare she? “He went on another goddamn mission!”

You thought back to all of that as you stared at your mother’s dead body, maybe dad was right. She deserved this, you don’t know why you felt guilty. So you nodded, and the grim smirk that had crossed his face made you a little uneasy.

Leon stood back up, digging into his pocket for the key to the cage and once he entered, he almost orgasmed in his pants at the sight of you looking up at him from the ground. He shoved you back against the glass, eliciting a little confused noise from your lips before his bulge was in your face and you felt sick.

“Oh, baby. You didn’t think I was going to come in ��ere and pamper you or something did you?” Leon asked rhetorically, not much care in his tone as he unzipped his jeans and pulled his dick out of the confines. Big, bigger than the ones you’ve seen in porn. Except they were all circumcised and bare to fit standards but he wasn’t, his pubic hair was shaggy and he pulled his foreskin back.

“D—dad, no! This is wrong!” You exclaimed, feeling the bulbous tip press against your lips making you tilt your face to the side.

And now the softness was gone as he grabbed the hair atop your scalp, tugging hard and straightening your head. It hurt, your lips parting in surprise.

“Shut up, pretty. Should be thanking me, mmm..” Leon cut himself off with a groan as he pushed into your warm, wet mouth. Your tears had come back, streaming down your puffy cheeks as your lips stretched around his cock. “Been working for so damn long, providing for you. Got you cute things to make you happy and I got rid of that fickle bitch.”

He felt your throat stutter around his dick as you gagged, making his abdomen clench. Tight mouth, tight pussy, pretty face and a cute body. It made sense though, he made you after all. And he knew that deep down, you liked this shit. You could’ve used your hands to stop him, but you didn’t.

“Hm, smart girl.” He praised, pulling almost all the way out and then shoving his hips forward. A warm and gooey sensation in his gut, he could’ve cum right there. Your mom didn’t like blowjobs, figured it’d give her wrinkles. As if she wasn’t boxed up on botox. That he paid for.

“You just need dad, I know you do.” Leon repeated the action, feeling your hands finally press onto his thighs but you made no attempt go push him off — instead your nails dug into his skin, your vision blurred with tears as you watched him, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

And his words, well, they made your panties feel wet. You didn’t know what it was because the only time it felt like this was when you got your period and didn’t realise you needed pads, you avoided tampons; doing enough research because ignorant momma didn’t want to teach you a thing, and you heard of TSS and it scared you.

Your throat was constricting the harder he thrusted, lips closing around his dick until your cheeks hollowed out. You were sucking his dick, like a popsicle. Because in a depraved way, you liked the taste. It was musky but clean, like he used soap on it or something. And your nose was buried in his pubes each time he bottomed out, different variations of grunts leaving his mouth.

“God, better than your mom. So much better,” Leon moaned weakly, tightening his grip on your hair as he thrusted with increased fervour. He just wanted a taste, he didn’t want to cum inside this pretty mouth. Save that for another day. “But you don’t need to breathe, right baby?”

“Ggmmph—“ You tried, feeling his fingers pinch your nostrils effectively suffocating you as he stilled his movements. Your throat was even tighter now, and he felt jittery, biting down hard on his lip. He always wanted to choke a girl this way.

When you started turning all blue, he pulled out of your mouth and grinned darkly, pulling his hand away as your mascara was running down your face and your nose was all snotty. Cute. He liked the messy type.

“Sorry, baby. Did I hurt you?” Leon asked condescendingly, putting his hands beneath your armpits and forcing you to stand up as you coughed and stuttered, feeling brainless and dizzy. You couldn’t reply, the world was spinning right now and your dad was about to rape you. And you were letting it happen.

For two reasons, you knew it was absolutely pointless to try and stop him and you didn’t hate this. You remember a few accounts on twitter that post incel porn and you would cum faster to that, rubbing your clit.

“Time to test your pussy, but I hope you don’t mind honey. Dad doesn’t have a woman now, you made me kill her.” Leon muttered, bunching the hem of your dress up at your hips and pressing his fingers against the soaking wet gusset of your panties, feeling your engorged clit.

“You little slut, you’re getting off to this. You’re wetter than ever,” He degraded meanly, pulling them to the side and rubbing the head of his dick against your slit, watching as you jumped and convulsed, head tilting back against the wall as you weakly protested. “Daddy’s dick is just crying for this pussy, baby. Be a good girl and take it, okay?”

You sobbed, eyes fluttering closed as he pressed his dick into your entrance and then shoved it inside, breaking your hymen almost instantly as you squealed from the harsh intrusion and immediately grabbed his shoulders.

“F—fuck, fuck! Dad!” You cried, hearing his shaky exhale as you clenched down repeatedly. He was too big, you could feel him in your stomach. You tried pushing him away, but then his large hands snaked around your hips, pulling you up and straight back down onto his throbbing cock.

“You’re… a fucking virgin?” He questioned, shaking his head and then laughing mockingly. His sweet girl was cursing now, that was new. He thrusted at a slew rate, one hand moving up your body, touching the bulge in your lower abdomen, ghosting over your breasts and then grabbing your chin.

He squished your wet cheeks together, pursing your lips like a fish as whined.

“Answer me, baby. Tell me you’re a sweet virgin.” Leon said, tightening his grip painfully when you didn’t answer making you flutter around his dick. Slick gushing down his heavy balls, the plap, plap, plap noises reverberating through the basement.

“I—I’m a… sweet virgin, daddy..” You whispered, eyes opening wide to look up at his reprobated face, though he looked a little red himself as he moved his hips rhythmically feeling your chubby pussy pull his dick in like a suction cup.

“Yeah, a sweet virgin turned whore.” Leon mocked, stilling his hips until his tip pressed against your cervix, watching as your expression contorted into a mix of pain and perverted pleasure. If he was a better man, he’d feel guilty. But the blood on his hands served to say that he was maybe a little, or a lot, deranged. And it’s alright because he knew you were too.

“Dad… please,” you moaned, feeling too full. You needed him to move, to touch your abandoned clit, to give you something other than the pain you were feeling. “Please just… move, just fuck me.”

Leon tilted his head, had he really corrupted your little brain? He hummed, resuming his movements and watching as your lips parted in a silent gasp, and then the punched out moans that escaped you. Yeah, he knew it. You were a perfect little thing, toes curling the harder he got, the frilly socks were a little stained and looked miniature in comparison to his boots.

“I am fucking you, honey.” He muttered, pressing a few kissed along your jawline as your head leaned up and your eyes rolled back when his fingers ghosted across your clit, rubbing firm circles around the sensitive bud. “Cute little pussy need a baby inside it, right?”

There you go, with a shaky scream you clenched down hard on his dick. The words were enough to bring a clear liquid squirting out of your pussy, his hips stuttering as he moaned, you were just convulsing, back arching into him as your breasts bounced until they were peeking out of your dress.

“Yeah, you do. Fuck, squirting around me like a goddamn slut.” Leon grunted, voice a little more hoarse at this point. He was nearing his own orgasm, and he wanted to fill you up completely. He wanted to do so much to you. He wanted to crawl up inside you and watch his sperm take, watch the entire beautiful process of conception.

He thrusted a couple more times before pausing inside, his warm and gooey cum filling your womb up completely until you felt like it would leak out of your mouth.

The beads of sweat that had formed on his forehead made the front strands of his hair a little wet as he watched you pant and tremble in his hold, his arms wrapping around the arch of your back and holding you against him. Yeah, he was a dickhead but he cared.

“You’re perfect, baby. Such a good girl.” He murmured, kissing the top of your face as you melted into his embrace. He didn’t bother pulling out. “Gotta keep you plugged up.”

A million times better than your mother, and speaking of which he’d need to dispose of her stupid body. Maybe after another round, and then a bath. And then a night of sleep.

[singmyaubade]

notice me

james potter x female!reader

summary: all you ever wanted was to be noticed by james potter.

word count: 1k

warning: none, all fluff and angst

Notice me.

Two words you wished James Potter would do. Two words that you said every day as if they were a wish that took an eternity to become true.

Being Remus's little sister wasn't bad, it's not like you were in his shadow or didn't have any sort of social status. It was just that you didn't have a chance of being with James.

Every single time that you tried interacting with him, he would take it as an opportunity to call you 'champ' or even nuzzle your hair with his first.

It was tragic.

What made it worse was that every single girl was all over him and you had to see. I mean it didn't always sting when you knew that were just random girls but when it came to Lily Evans, that broke your heart.

But this year was going to be different in multiple ways. Remus had let it slip that James didn't like Lily anymore and it was a new year, you were only a year below them and you deserved this.

You could convince him that Remus wouldn't care and it would be fine to be together.

After letting your friends encourage you and make your confidence rise to a hundred, you chose to just do it.

Just ask him out.

If he said no, it would be fine and you could somehow recover maybe.

There were multiple thoughts going through your head as you approached the Marauders during break.

That's when your heart starting beating and you couldn't even move due to overthinking.

Remus looked at you, the rest of them being used to your presence, "Hello Y/n?" Remus said, waving his hand in front of your face as you snapped out of it.

"Yeah sorry." You muttered.

"Did you need something or did Mother send a letter?" He asked you as you shook your head no, "What is it then?" He asked, confusingly.

"I need to speak with James." You said, loud enough for all the Marauders to hear. They all looked at you with a sense of confusion because they had never see you and James even interact.

"About what?" Remus practically whispered.

"Yeah about what Y/n?" Sirius asked, smirking.

Although you weren't that close with Sirius, he would taunt you about it, you knew that he knew but you never dared to say a word.

"Is this like an inside joke?" Peter asked, genuinely confused.

"None of your business." You looked at both Sirius and Remus sternly.

Remus gave you a 'what' look as James moved towards you with his hands in his pockets, "Okay, anything for Remus's little sister." He gave you a wink as Remus rolled his eyes and Sirius watched amusingly.

You heart was practically jumping out of your chest at this point as James waited for you to speak, "I meant in private."

He raised an eyebrow, "Uh okay sure." He said, scratching the back of his head as Sirius snickered and Remus was asking him what was so funny.

James followed you to an abandoned corridor as you halted nervously and he stopped right behind you. You turned around to see him confused.

"Okay, I'm gonna tell you something and you promise not to say anything until I'm finished?" You said, speeding through your words.

"I mean of course, is there something wr-" He asked before being cut off.

"I like you." You admitted as he looked like he had swallowed a Puking Pastie, "I mean I have liked you for a long, long time and I never wanted to tell you because Remus is your best friend and I am his little sister. I wanted to tell you but you liked Lily and I know you might consider me a child but I really, really do adore you and just want you to see me more as Remus's little sister." You nervously explained, "I know that this may come off as surprising but I just want you to get to know me and give me the chance to be more."

He frowned.

'No, no, don't break my heart.' You thought, your eyes pleading with him.

"I think you are absolutely amazing Y/n but-" He started.

"Please don't, please don't tell me I'm amazing and then reject me as if I haven't loved you all this time. I just want a chance to prove it to you and this may seem like begging but I am and I am begging you to give me a chance." You pleaded.

"I wish I could tell you that I love you but I don't feel that way about you and I don't want to upset you at all, you are lovely but you are not what I want." He explained.

"What's wrong with me?" You said as your eyes watered.

"There is absolutely nothing wrong with you Y/n, I just can't see you in the way that you want me to." He said sadly, "There will be a man for you and unfortunately, I am not him and you can do better than me."

"There is no better than you." You admitted.

He held onto your hand, “There is better than me,” He tried convincing, “I don’t want to hurt you in any way and I don’t want to lead you on, you don’t deserve that.”

A tear rolled down your cheek, it may have seemed stupid but you did love James. All you ever wanted to do was step out from the curtains and be with him.

"Do you remember when you were sick with that god-awful flu, and you had no sense of time and just laid in your bed the entire time?" You sniffled, laughing a little, "And then Remus gave you that amazing soup, and the next day, you were magically better. I gave him that, and I skipped all my studying for OWLS to craft the potion just so that you didn't have to deal with it anymore."

"Or when you broke your leg because of Quidditch and you were in there for a week, I stayed with you while you slept until you woke up and did all your homework and made Sirius say it was him even though you didn't believe him." You laughed at the last part through your sobs.

He looked at you with sympathetic eyes as you took your hand back, "Well it's fine 'cause that doesn't matter now, all of that is meaningless now."

"It's not meaning-" James tried.

The bell rang as you wiped your tears, "Well I guess I'll see you later then, don't wanna be late to Astronomy." You said, moving past him.

Well, at least James finally noticed you.

[sickiesope]

Hey:) Could I request sick Yoongi with caretaker either Jin or Namjoon? Thanks already!

Had a busy summer but catching up on my writing! Thank you for requesting anon I hope you're still around! 💜

Sick and tired

Sickie: Yoongi

Caretaker: Seokjin

TW: emeto

Yoongi was hoping for a productive weekend. He got a lot done on Friday and planned on doing the same for Saturday. But his plans are abruptly thrown off by a random illness. Yoongi gets home feeling tired and nauseous. He doesn't even want to look at his laptop.

"Ugh, I'm only halfway done. This stupid headache is slowing me down." He huffs.

"When did you get this fever?" Jin feels Yoongi's forehead. "You really shouldn't be working tomorrow."

"I mean, I'll probably just sleep it off" Yoongi claims. But his mouth is filling with saliva, that's his stomach warning him he's about to be sick.

"What? Sleep it off?? Yoon, are you--"

Yoongi gags and rushes to the bathroom. He barely makes it to the toilet and a spout of vomit shoots out, mostly in the bowl but a little got on the floor. "Ah, shit.."  Yoongi scrunches his face as his stomach twists and forces up his dinner.

Jin looks pitifully at Yoongi hunched over the toilet. The retching and despairing moans in between make his heart sink.

"It's okay Yoon, let it out.." the oldest rubs his back.

Yoongi sputters a few times and sighs heavily. His back hurts and Seokjin helps him up. The older wipes the floor and flushes the toilet. "Do you think you're done, baby?"

Yoongi looks at his sickly complexion in the mirror. He holds his middle and puffs his cheeks. Truth be told, he knows he's going to be sick again.

"Mm..not sure hyun--" Yoongi suddenly gags and throws up a waterfall in the sink. "Oh no--" he vomits with another thick wave rushing out of him. He's caught off guard by how fast his stomach flipped. Jin is just as surprised. The sink's now a pool of brown murky liquid with little pieces settling at the drain. It's not a pretty sight.

"S-sorry hyung, I didn't mean to--" Yoongi's stomach cuts him off with another heave. He retches and brings up another layer of slop, coated with a sour taste. His stomach contracts harshly as it forces it all out.

"Awwh don't worry about it Yoongichi" Jin assures. "That sounded pretty rough, does your tummy hurt?"

Yoongi nods with a pitiful epxression. "Mm..yeah.." he groans, holding his stomach.

"Let's get you to bed" Seokjin murmurs. Yoongi is exhausted and desperately wants to sleep.

"Here, this should help a bit." Seokjin gives Yoongi the hot pack to help his tummy pain but the weight of it on his stomach is too much.

"Ahh" Yoongi winces, hastily taking it off and grabbing the bin as his stomach tenses up and he pukes again.

"Oh no, I'm sorry Yoongi!" Jin frets.

"It's okay hyung" Yoongi murmurs, laying back down. "You're right, I can't work tomorrow like this. I'm so tired.."

Seokjin changes the garbage bin and brings Yoongi water and medicine to help ease his stomach. "There you go Yoonie, try and get some sleep. I bet you want me out of your hair now"

"No hyung, please stay with me" Yoongi whispers, gently pulling his arm.

Seokjin smiles warmly. "Sure thing" the oldest climbs into bed with him.

Yoongi is usually so introverted but right now he wants all the comfort there is. He's so thankful for Seokjin taking care of him and he would do the same. Yoongi yawns, the nausea's fallen enough that he can relax. His stomach is tired and finally calming down inside. Yoongi falls asleep with Jin loosely holding him. He hasn't slept this comfy in forever. He could spend the rest of the weekend in bed.

[bolontiku]

I cant... 🤣🤣 baking at a different cafe.

Work things under the cut

I knew people really didn't like me at work. Bahaha I didn't know it was this bad.

My Lil sister has been baking at a Cafe thats been shit to her, my other trainee was there and I got the Lil sis hired to do pan up (prep) work so she wouldn't have a hard time. Fast forward a few months that trainee went to another store (for better pay, a little suggestion to my boss). But this left the Lil sister alone, management promised to get her help.

A year later she is doing triple the work I do by herself with empty promises of help. So I talk to my Cafe GM about getting her transferred over to our Cafe as a retail employee. A step down but she wont be doing a job as stressful alone, it evens out. Everything is in the works and the baker in training decides to quit. They had pushed her transfer date back a month to train the new one. Getting closer to transfer date and the acting GM at her Cafe is coming up with excuses to not transfer her.

He will do it tomorrow. Oh, he's never done one. Doesn't know how to do it. He's busy in meetings. Promise... promise... promise...

My sister has been sick, legit vomiting on account of how stressed she has become.

I talk to my GM again, this time with the proposal of them and us switching for her last week. My GM is as bullhead as I am and literally sat there texting back and forth until the other agreed. He kept coming up with excuses "she's become unreliable" "calls off" "don't want to send you a bad worker-" I tell her that I have to hold my sisters hair back while she pukes out of anxiety. I tell her "imagine your brother coming home everyday vomiting out of stress at a job he hates". My GM is not happy.

We talk cause he is hesitant having me bake at his Cafe "cause he knows I am not the one to mess with, he's afraid cause he knows he's treated her like shit and I won't put up with it" my GM agrees. She has worked that Cafe before and knows how draining and horrible it is. How lazy and u supportive the management is.

She laughing cause he says "he doesn't want you to fuck him over" now. Why would that be the case? If he didn't screw others over he wouldn't project that onto others or expect the same shitty treatment.

I promise to be as professional as I have always been. She knows I am good for it.

Yesterday (saturday) was the first day there. He is literally scrambling to not speak to me. The other manager is asking me about my sister and why she didn't want to be there anymore. Stress from the workload. Everybody knows this. She has been vocal about it and every manager knows that a bake of 2.5k requires two people. Being told her work is crap when she has 1yr of experience and is being compared to veteran bakers of 8+yrs and being lied to about receiving help.

They stutter about not having help themselves. I deadass look at him and let him know that is their failure. You interview people, lie to them about what they will be doing and then in turn treat them like crap when they come in. Nurture and help your employees grow, train them properly, schedule them the hours you promised and be there for them. Both my trainees roughed it out at that store out of loyalty to ME. Because I trained them. How many times did I get calls from them crying because they were stressed?

The manager shook his head and dropped it. Couldn't look me in the eyes. They've fucked up. I managed to get both of them back into my Market and into cafes where they won't be as stressed.

But I get to work. The management ends up scrambling to get me the numbers they need for their catering and add-ons. Once I bake a product I won't go back to re-bake more. The staff that don't know me come over to gossip, how they've tried to help the baker but they don't know what they are doing. If she could just do her job--

I smile, "imagine coming in and having to run the dining area on top of cashiering, oh and there's no help so on top of cashiering you need to run batista and stock, oh and don't forget we need help making sandwiches and salads too."

The woman looks stressed.

"Now after working your ass off you're told what a disappointment you are and you should have done better."

"But I cannot do all of that at once!!!" She stresses.

"But you expect this baby baker to do all of it without help?" I laugh as she stands there flabbergasted and the management team stays quiet. "This store is fucking pathetic, I wouldn't put up with it. MY management team knows how to handle their catering and numbers, not only that they support me and have no problems taking over. If you treat your people good they will return the favor, yes? Fair is fair right?"

She nods and shuts her fucking mouth. Walking away quietly.

One of the boys that already knows me is giggling and I see him, scream his name and we hug. Nobody else speaks to me.

Get my sisters name out your fucking mouth trash.

[meowjaa]

✧ hair cut ✧

warnings: mention of scissors, cutting of hair, mention of bald levi LOLL

context: y/n notices levi's hair getting long so she decides to help him keep it clean but ends up forming a bald spot on levi's head.. it doesnt end up good.

a/n: sort of cute imagine where y/n screws up levi's hair anyways enjoy my loves <333

Y/N clicked her tongue as she watched Levi hunched over his paperwork, his ink black hair falling into his eyes.

"When's the last time you had a trim? Your mop is looking shaggier than a titan's behind," she quipped.

Levi glanced up, annoyance flashing in his steel gray eyes. "Tch. I've been occupied, in case you hadn't noticed."

Y/N scoffed dramatically. "Too busy to maintain your precious undercut? I never thought I'd see the day!"

She rummaged in her bag and pulled out a pair of scissors, snipping them mischievously. "C'mon, let me fix you up."

Levi eyed the scissors warily. "I'd prefer to keep my head attached, thank you."

"Don't be such a wimp," Y/N cajoled. "It's just a little trim. Unless you want your hair to be longer than mine soon?"

Levi grimaced at the thought, reluctantly turning his chair to face her. "Fine. But any funny business and you'll be running laps till you puke."

Y/N grinned triumphantly and set to carefully snipping away at his overgrown undercut, taking her time to get the angles just right. Levi sat tensely as she worked, flinching whenever the scissors got too close.

"Stop squirming, unless you want a crooked fringe," Y/N chided, to which Levi only grunted in response.

As more chunks of hair fell to the floor, she couldn't help but prod him. "You know, I'm starting to see a bald spot. Are you sure you aren't going prematurely gray under all this?"

"Just hurry up," Levi grumbled through gritted teeth.

Finally, Y/N stepped back, dusting off the back of his neck. "There! Good as new—" Her voice cut off as she spotted a distinct hairless patch behind his left ear.

Levi's eyes blew wide seeing his reflection in the window, the bald spot like a beacon on the side of his head. He whirled on Y/N, murder in his eyes.

"What the hell did you do?!" he thundered.

Y/N backed away slowly, scissors still in hand. "Eh, it's not so bad…" she hedged, poorly suppressed laughter bubbling out.

Levi shot up from his chair and Y/N instantly sprinted for the door, cackling wildly. She could hear Levi's enraged footsteps pounding after her.

"Get back here now before I skin you alive!" he yelled.

Y/N just laughed louder, adrenaline pumping as she raced through the headquarters with Levi in hot pursuit. Fellow scouts jumped back in shock at the bizarre chase, incredulous murmurs following in their wake.

Hange peeked out of their office and immediately started guffawing at the sight of the normally put-together Levi with half a haircut and bloody murder in his eyes.

Y/N blew past Erwin's office, earning a confused head shake from the commander.

"You're dead meat when I catch you!" Levi roared, but Y/N was too busy laughing hysterically to respond.

She had evaded titans and military tribunals, but escaping an enraged and half-bald Levi Ackerman may be her greatest challenge yet.

[sensei-venus]

What do you think of Eli finding out his girlfriend is pregnant when he cooks her favorite meal for dinner but the smell of it makes her physically sick which is obviously backwards and he thinks it's his fault at first but then he puts the pieces together

- gemini sensei

(Unedited) ( @gemini-sensei )

Eli would be so happy to make her a meal. One he knows he loves and he can make pretty well by now after being together for a while. The two of them have been kinda busy so when they both finally have the time to sit down and have a real home cooked meal he is over the moon about it.

He goes to the grocery store after work and picks up everything he needs. It takes him no more then fifteen minutes to grab everything he needs and heads home.

He is happy to find that Reader is no where in sight. Perfect opportunity to surprise her with a nice home cooked meal. He sets everything down on the kitchen counter and starts preparing everything. He takes the rest of the day to cook all of the food he bought.

He double checks everything the whole time to make sure he’s putting everything together right and cooking it just how he knows she likes it. By the time he’s done she should be home.

He’s actually putting the plates on the table when she walks into the house. He looks up for a split second as he puts down the last plate. He’s grinning ear to ear when he says “Hey babe look what I made you, it’s your favorite-“ but he doesn’t finish the sentence because because Reader is covering her mouth and nose with her hand and bolts from the kitchen area.

He only has time to process the sound of the hallway bathroom door slamming open and the sound of loud gagging and the watery sound of vomit hitting the toilet water.

He sets the plate down and rushes to the bathroom. The door is still open as he walks into the bathroom and finds her kneeling infront of the open toilet. He gets down next to her and try’s to hold her hair and rub her back a little . She coughs a little as she finishes her last vomit session. Eli rips off some toilet paper and hands it to her to whip at her mouth. With shaky hands she takes it and whips at her irritated lips.

“Hey it’s ok, is your stomach messed up? Did you get sick at work?”

She shakes her head as she regains her voice.

“No I just- when I smelled the food for some reason it made me get nauseous all of a sudden. I don’t know I have t been feeling great for the last two or three weeks to be honest. Puking is kinda new though. Then again Iv kinda been bloated, maybe I needed to puke-“

Eli cuts her off by grabbing her shaking hand. He looks at her, his eyes scanning over her.

His drain is working on overdrive as he thinks to himself.

“Shit-babe, I- I think your pregnant!” Reader’s eyes widen. She didn’t think about that, for a moment it didn’t even come to mind. Sure she wasn’t on the pill and they occasionally didn’t wear condoms but- it started to make sense.

She was bloated, her hips hurt, her sense of smell was all messed up. Her breasts where starting to get tender all of a sudden. But the thing that made her really believe his idea was the fact she was late, just by four days but still, that was something.

“My period is late, just by a few days but…”

“We are having a baby!!!”

Eli hugged her while they still sat on the floor. He wanted to pick her up and spin her around but her thought against it. They both laughed as tears started to form in their eyes. They talked about having kids before and they both wanted them. Maybe it was a bit earlier then they where originally thinking, but they where still happy and excited about the new development.

Eli nosed at her cheek for a minute and his lips got closer to hers but she quickly stopped him. He raised a brow. She giggled saying “As sweet as a kiss may be, I kinda just threw up.” He rolled his eyes with a small pout “I guess your right.” The two of them separated and just sat on the cool tile floor for a good minute.

Reader quickly flushed the toilet saying “I should probably take a test to be sure and then we can go to the doctor to completely confirm it I guess.” Eli nodded giving her a kiss to the cheek.

“I should probably get that food packed up and try to air out the kitchen. I don’t want you getting sick again.” He said get up, he held out his hand for her and helped lift her up off the floor. She quickly hugged him saying “I still think it’s very sweet that you made my favorite meal, even though it now makes me sick to my stomach, which sucks. I love you.”

Eli rubbed her back as they hugged for a bit.

He rolled his shoulders saying with a small smirk “I love you too Princess. And don’t worry, the guys at the dojo won’t complain about leftovers, they eat like animals anyway. But don’t tell Daniel I said that.” They both laughed at his comment.

Eli couldn’t wait to see that stupid little plastic test with the pink lines. Showing that he was right and that they where about to start a family together.

Soon enough he and his girlfriend would welcome a new baby, a new family member into their little home.



[noa-de-cajou]

Day 17 : Washing something / Blurry image / The ultimate horror

Dolmund belongs to @corneille-but-not-the-author

The following text contains mention of relationship abuse and trauma and just. Well. References to Leonova. Which comes with a whole lotta ptsd.

Listen. I like my things clean.

Khaliun used to tease me about it, you’re such a cleaning freak, and that never failed to get a rise out of me, I'm a surgeon, Khaliun, of course those godsforsaken instruments need to be spotless or at least sanitized do you want RUST in your RAW ASS WOUND-

She'd laugh and say Ether, I'm kidding!

Said she couldn't help herself, that I was cute when angry.

Leonova sure as hell didn't find it cute when I plunged my scissors into her eyes. She was into a whole bunch of things, seemed to really enjoy gouging my eye out, but clearly the opposite wasn't well received. Should have felt satisfying to give her a taste of her own medicine – doctor pun intended – but it didn't.

Not only did it feel gross but now the blood won’t come off.

Her blood on my scissors, his gift.

I've been scrubbing with all the products I found but it's still not back to its original color. It’s still red, brownish, incrusted, like rust, and it's. Not. Coming. Off.

It wasn’t meant to be used like this. It wasn’t… It’s scissors. Not even surgical scissors. It’s to cut hair, hair, not threads, especially not flesh –

Cut hair. Cut hair. She cut it. My hair. I rub my hand against the back of my neck. It's short. It’s okay. It's short. I cut it. I cut it myself. Nothing to grab, nothing to sell, I'm fine. I’m okay.

Alright. Back to scrubbing.

It's gonna come off eventually. It's gotta come off.

That cloth I'm using's way too dirty. Can't even be called a cloth, that's a rag at best. Those scissors deserve better.

What would have happened if he didn't give those to me? How would I have escaped? Maybe if I used the knives on the table? Who am I kidding, I could barely stand, let alone outrun her.

I would have died. Alone in that basement, killed by the woman I loved most, with no one to tell where I was, no tomb, no memory, all of those years for nothing-

I scrub harder.

Even if it’s useless.

Fuck, it's been, like, an hour, when is it gonna…

Maybe never.

It’s ruined. I ruined it. She ruined everything. Now I won't be able to even cut my hair without seeing those damn stains. And she's a vampire so she’ll regenerate while I'll have to see this constantly.

You know what, lying to me for years and tearing off my eye was already bad enough, but sure, let’s say that was fine, but trying to ruin the only things that I have left from him, to sully his memory, my memories like that, it's the last fucking straw, now it's midnight and this bitch has gotten me scrubbing blood that had three years to dry off a fucking pair of scissors and… and…

It's not coming off.

Maybe she cut my hair with it too. My memories are too hazy. I can't remember. I don't want to remember. I want to erase it.

It’s not coming off.

I want to puke.

I scrub and scrub and scrub and scrub and scrub but it's not coming off it’s still there I remember everything and my eye hurts and my chest is too damn tight and I don’t want to remember.

Everything's blurry, I can barely see anything now, come on, get it together, you shouldn't cry for this, you've been through worse and…

And the worse in question is in those stains.

It’s not coming off, it's not coming off, fuck this, fuck everything, I hate this, why do I even bother, why won't it FUCKING-

“Ether?”

Shit. Shit. I scrub harder. Harder. Come on. Come on please please please-

“Ether, I'm coming in.”

No no no it’s still there I have to get it clean before-

The door opens. I squeeze my eyes shut, a tear escapes. Dolmund’s there. I can't see him but I know he’s standing there. Shit.

“What the hell are you doing kneeling on the floor?”

Can’t he mind his own damn business for once? How do I explain this? How do I explain…

“It won't come off.”

Great. Amazing. Couldn’t have sounded more pathetic if I tried. My voice doesn’t even remotely sound like mine. Good job, Ether.

Dolmund walks up to me. I'm so hunched over it makes him taller.

“... Again?”

Yeah. Again. I guess I just never learn. He doesn't even sound mad or disappointed and that's probably the worst part. I cough, try to get my voice to work.

“I need to… I don't know. Thought I might give those bad boys a good scrub again. Never hurts to try, right?”

“Never hurts? Look at your hand before saying shit like that.”

I open my eyes.

The cloth is all stained with blood. So are the scissors.

Didn't even notice my nails breaking.

And now it’s even bloodier than it used to be. Tears well up in my eyes again. Great. Just great. Can this evening get any worse? Stay tuned to find out.

Dolmund sighs with all the weight of his chest.

“Put those away and go patch up your hand.”

“I c-can't.”

“Why?”

“How am I going to defend myself if you try to kill me?”

That's ridiculous. He wouldn't do that. Rationally, I know he wouldn't.

But I thought Leo wouldn't either.

“Ether, you have eight guns on you. Use them. Defending yourself with scissors? You still in kindergarten or something?”

Oh, he thinks he’s so funny. I’d punch him if my hand didn't hurt like a bitch.

“Yeah, yeah, you can glare at me all you want once you put those away.”

“But I need-”

“What you need is a drink, Ether. A drink, and to get the fuck out of your room and fix your hand, your only good hand, in case you forgot.”

He narrows his eyes at me.

“I can deal with an hungover doctor. Not an injured one. Put. Those fuckers. Down.”

…

I do. Put the fuckers down, that is. After washing my blood off right away with some water. I shut my drawer tight. Out of sight, out of mind, or whatever.

“That’s better. You comin’, or do you need help walking too?”

He’d help me, if I said yes. But he knows treating me like I'm sick would be ten times worse. I can pity myself just fine, thank you very much.

And we know we both need way more than what we can give each other.

“I'm good.”

Just a little wobbly on them legs. Wooooo.

“Hope you got something strong enough.”

“You bet.”

The drink is indeed strong.

It's the only thing keeping my mind right and clear lately. I’m glad Faloi and Khaliun are dead so they don’t have to see this, but it’s their fault for getting killed in the first place.

Hey, at least I did Leo one better.

Can’t sell or eat a fucked-up liver.

[scarabsinthestardust]

Better in the Morning // Ch. 14

MASTERLIST

word count: 2900+

CHAPTER WARNINGS: Language; pregnancy; pregnancy tests, doctor's appointments; anxiety; mentions of depression; a tiny mention of abortion and archaic Tennessee state laws regarding it; bad news and a cliffhanger (please forgive me)

I rarely get sick. I sometimes say it’s because I inherited my father’s immune system. When everyone around me got COVID, I somehow got away scot-free. So, when I woke up feeling extremely nauseous, I brushed it off as the aftereffects of something I ate. Maybe the Chinese food from last night didn’t agree with me. But when it hadn’t faded by the next day, I resigned myself to accepting that I caught a stomach bug.

I scoured the cabinets for any kind of nausea medicine, but the only one I found expired six months ago. I groaned and threw it in the trash. I didn’t bother changing out of my pajama pants, just threw my hair into a messy bun and headed to the drug store.

I grabbed a Sprite and went hunting for the medicine. I found it without too much trouble, but as I cut through another aisle to head towards checkout, I froze. I stared at the shelves, eyeing the pink and blue boxes wearily. There’s no way. I don’t know why it even crossed my mind. I’d been on the birth control shot for a while now. I haven’t really had a period, but that’s normal for the type of contraception I’ve been on. Other than the nausea, I didn’t have any symptoms. So why was I suddenly worried? With a sigh, I grabbed a random one off the shelf. Just to be sure.

~

Sitting in the bathroom, I stared at the test. It’s crazy how a stupid, tiny piece of white plastic can hold so much power over someone. I debated throwing it away, that it was a stupid idea and there was no way in hell that’s what was wrong with me. But I couldn’t bring myself to do it. “This is so dumb,” I said to myself before grabbing it off the counter and popping off the cap.

I waited however long the instructions specified before picking it up again. I’d talked myself into believing I was just being paranoid, pushing my anxieties down and telling myself to quit worrying, and that I could laugh about it later. After all, the shot only had a one percent failure rate. I was fine. Probably. But when I saw those two parallel lines, my breath caught in my throat and my heart sank into my stomach. Fuck me.

Because I don’t know how to be cool, calm, and collected in the face of certain situations, the next logical step was to panic. I grabbed my keys and drove, probably way over the speed limit, back to the store. I tried to convince myself it was a faulty test, a false positive. I would just try one more. But the anxiety won out. When I dropped eleven different boxes on the checkout counter, the clerk raised an eyebrow at me.

“Don’t ask,” I muttered.

~

Positive. Every single one was positive. Fuck. Me.

I wanted to throw up, but couldn’t tell if it was nerves, the large amount of water I consumed in such a short period, or the fact that I had an actual human in my stomach. Between sobbing and hyperventilating, I eventually did manage to puke. I sat on the bathroom floor, my mind going a thousand miles a minute. I had no idea what I was going to do.

Jake and the guys went back on tour a couple of weeks ago and wouldn’t be back for almost another month. I couldn’t call Jake; it wouldn’t be right to drop that bomb and cause a huge distraction. He needed to focus on their busy tour list and countless shows they were playing around the country. Finn was in Colorado for the week. I could call Richie, but how much help would he be in this situation? I didn’t have any girlfriends I was close enough with to help me out with this. I had one more option, though.

I opened my contacts and found the name. I stared at it for what seemed like ages while I got my breathing under control before I finally pressed ‘DIAL.’

The line was answered after a few rings. “Hello?”

“Hey, Karen. Um, are you busy?” My voice sounded raw from crying.

“Not at all. What’s going on, sweetheart? Is everything okay?”

“Uh, I don’t know. I’m kinda freaking out. I’m sorry. I didn’t know who else to call.”

“It’s okay, honey. Just breathe, tell me what happened. Is it Jake?”

“I’m pregnant,” I blurted out. I wasn’t ready for the weight of those words and how scary it would feel saying them out loud.

Karen gasped. “Oh my God, that’s… you haven’t told Jake yet?” I could hear the excitement in her voice.

“No, I can’t tell him while they’re on tour. We… we didn’t plan for this. What if he doesn’t want a baby? What if he’s not ready? What if I’m not ready?” I was fighting sobs as I spoke, and it was a losing battle. “I don’t know how to be a mom.”

Karen’s voice never faltered as she talked me off the metaphorical ledge, calmly pulling me back. “Honey, just breathe for me. I know you’re scared, and that’s okay. It’s a big change, and it can be difficult. Trust me, I know. But you have to remember you aren’t going to be doing this alone. You always have me and Kelly. And you’ve practically got the whole rest of the village there with you.” She let out a deep sigh. “Jake loves you. I think he’s going to be so happy. You guys will figure it out as you go, but you’ll do it together.”

I sniffled and rubbed my eyes with the heel of my palm. I knew she was right, and that I was surrounded by wonderful people that would be more than willing to provide support. Of course, I worried about my dad’s reaction when he inevitably, eventually found out. But my biggest fear, the one I couldn’t quell the anxiety of, was Jake. Despite Karen’s comforting words, I was terrified he would be disappointed. The little voice in my head told me it was going to ruin his life, his dream, and I struggled to silence that voice.

“Did you see a doctor yet?”

“No. I just took twelve drug store pregnancy tests.”

“Twelve…? You know what, I don’t want to know,” she chuckled. “The point is, the first step is to make an appointment with your OB. Do you have any idea how far along you might be?”

I involuntarily snorted a laugh. “Sorry, no clue.”

“That’s okay. They can tell you that. They’ll do an ultrasound and bloodwork to check for a bunch of different things, make sure the baby’s healthy and everything.”

A whole new collection of worries and fears rose up in my chest. What if I passed down whatever illness made my mother take her life, then Luca’s? Would the baby inherit Jake’s issues too, making it a double whammy in the depression department? I wouldn’t bring any of this up to Karen, so I forced it back down as far as I could. One thing at a time.

~

The earliest OB appointment was a week out. It gave me a chance to catch my breath and plan things out in my head. Once I got all the tears out, I started doing my own research and gathering questions I wanted to ask the doctor. I tried my best to pretend everything was normal when Jake called. I know it was for the best right now, but hiding this from him was so much more painful than I imagined.

I decided to hold off on telling Finn, on the off chance he accidentally let something slip to Josh. Richie was suspicious the second I told him I’d be out of work for a doctor’s appointment. He eventually coaxed it out of me, staring at me in shock when I told him. I made him swear not to say a word to anyone, and he offered to close the shop and come with me to the doctor’s, but I declined. I needed to do this on my own. Part of it was just me being stubborn and not wanting to ask for help, but another part was stuck on a dark road, telling me I needed to figure out how to do it myself, just in case. I hated thinking like that and feeling like I had to prepare for every worst-case scenario, but it was ingrained into me, and nothing I did could rid myself of those thoughts.

By the time the appointment rolled around, my nerves hadn’t settled at all. I sat in the waiting room, trying and failing to focus on a book, my knee shaking so hard I was receiving pitiful looks from others in the waiting room.

I apologized profusely to the phlebotomist who did my bloodwork and the ultrasound tech for my nervousness, who sweetly assured me that it was perfectly normal to be anxious about it all, especially since it was my first time. She asked me some routine questions as she set everything up for the ultrasound. She did warn me that the gel would be cold, but I still jumped when it touched my stomach. Cold was an understatement.

“Okay, you ready?”

I nodded quietly before she put the handheld scanner against my skin (I learned later that it’s called a transducer). After some movement and uncomfortable silence, she spoke again. “There we are. Do you want to see?” I gave her an inaudible ‘yes’ and she turned the screen to face me.

“I’d say you’re just barely over six weeks. There’s the embryo, and we have a heartbeat.” She pointed a few things out, explaining as she went, but I stopped listening. I could hear my own heartbeat in my ears as I stared at the screen that displayed the tiny, bean-shaped thing I was growing inside of me, the little bundle of cells and life that would eventually be a whole baby. I could see it now, and that made it real.

When this all first came to light, I considered all possible options. Just to be prepared. Not that abortion would have been an option in the state of Tennessee, what with all these old white men creating laws about women’s bodies, but it stopped being something I was considering before I even made the doctor’s appointment. Now that I was actually seeing it, and it was a sure thing, it hit me that this was my baby. Jake’s baby. The idea that we were going to be parents was so surreal to me.

I didn’t even realize I had started crying until the ultrasound tech called my name, pulling me from my racing thoughts. “If you need to look into what your options are, I can get you some brochures and phone numbers.”

“What? Oh, no. I’m sorry. It’s a little overwhelming, but I’m okay. My boyfriend’s just out of town for work.”

She almost looked as though she didn’t believe me, but I couldn’t blame her. I was a mess, and I’m sure women lied to her all the time about their personal situations.

I thanked her and she directed me to the checkout desk to schedule my next appointment. As I walked back to my car, I kept repeating to myself, as if I stopped saying it, I would wake up and it would all be a dream, “I’m gonna have a baby.”

~

The entire day before Jake returned home, I cleaned the house top to bottom. It kept me busy and kept me from panicking too much. I wasn’t going to put it off any longer than I already had to; I was telling him tonight. Everything was ready, now I just needed to wait.

I sat on the couch to relax, and I must have dozed off, the day’s business catching up with me. I didn’t hear the front door, or the sound of Jake’s boots as he lightly treaded across the hardwood floors. My eyes fluttered open at something lightly brushing my cheek, and I smiled when my vision came into focus on Jake’s face.

“Hey, you’re home. Sorry, I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

“It’s all good, baby. You want to go to bed?” He kept his voice low and soft, and I could tell he was tired, too.

I just nodded in agreement, sleepily following him up the stairs. He made sure I was tucked into bed before he disappeared into the bathroom for a quick shower. I almost fell right back asleep, but my eyes shot open when I remembered my news. I opened the bedside table drawer and pulled out the little black box, something I threw together that might help me make the announcement. I concealed it under the blanket.

Jake came out of the bathroom, sporting messy, towel-dried hair, and threw some clothes on before joining me in bed. “Thought you were going to sleep. You okay?”

“Yeah, uh… I know you’re probably tired, I am too, but I have something for you, and I need to do it tonight.”

“Okay,” he gave me a concerned look. “Is it another tattoo?”

I laughed nervously. “No, but this is also one hundred percent non-returnable.”

He eyed the box suspiciously when I brought it out and into his view. He tried to ask me what it was, but I just handed it to him and gestured to open it. I held my breath as he examined the contents, trying to process what he was looking at.

The box contained a plush baby toy that resembled a cartoonish, green moth, and right next to it was the tiniest pair of black Chelsea boots I could find on the internet. Jake didn’t speak as he studied them, his brain only starting to put the pieces together. At the bottom of the box, I placed a purple envelope that held the sonogram. I heard his breath hitch when he pulled it out. He stared at it silently for what seemed like hours, my heart pounding in my chest.

“Jake? Say something, please.”

“You’re pregnant?”

“Yeah,” I whispered.

Another minute passed, his eyes not leaving the photo he held in front of him. “We’re gonna have a baby?” I couldn’t quite read his expression. It was almost as if he was in shock.

“Yeah, we are.”

When he finally looked at me, there were fresh tears forming in his eyes. “I’m gonna be a dad?”

I could only nod as I fought back my own tears. He blinked and his breath quickened before his hand was on the back of my head pulling me to him, his other still holding the sonogram. ��Fuck,” he muttered in between kisses. “Fuck, we’re gonna be parents. You’re gonna be a mom.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me,” I laughed dryly. “I’m fucking terrified, Jake.”

“Shit, me too. But Kya,” his hand on my cheek now, he kissed me again. “I’m so fuckin’ happy. This is so… I’m gonna be a dad,” he repeated. “Do you know how long…?”

“I’m at about 10 weeks now. I have my next appointment next week, if you wanna-“

“Yes. Of course I want to be there. I want to be there for everything.”

I felt a huge weight lift off my chest. Jake was happy. He was excited about this journey. He wanted this. And it all didn’t seem so scary anymore.

“I cant wait to tell everybody. Mom’s gonna be so excited.”

“Actually, your mom already knows.” I smiled sheepishly. “I called her when I found out. Almost four weeks ago. I was panicking and I knew she’d handle it better than Richie.”

He chuckled. “That’s reasonable. Shit, I can’t believe you kept it from me for four weeks.”

“I’m sorry, Jake, I-“

“No, don’t be. I get it, I know why you did.” He took another thoughtful look at the sonogram and placed it on the bedside table, putting the box next to it. He wrapped an arm around me, his hand lingering on my stomach before pulling me gently to lie down. “I love you so much. Both of you.”

~

The next day, we arranged plans with the guys for dinner, pushing it out a few days to plan everything out, and give them a chance to rest up from tour before dropping the news. I had gotten a few copies of the sonogram to give to them. They were all my family now, and I wanted them to be involved as much as possible.

But the night before we were supposed to see them, some more unexpected news brought everything to a screeching halt.

Jake and I were just starting to get ready for bed; I was putting my hair up in a loose braid, Jake doing something in the bathroom when his phone rang from the top of the dresser. He sighed in annoyance as he walked over to answer it.

I couldn’t hear the voice on the other end, but the way Jake’s expression changed, I knew something was wrong. “I’m on the way,” he said before hanging up and rushing to put his shoes on. I started to ask what was going on, but he beat me to it, and my heart sank at his words.

“Sam’s been in an accident.”

///

I'm so sorry for the things that I've done here. I hate cliffhangers as much as the next person, so the next chapter may be out a little quicker than the weekly schedule I've been trying to stick with.

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[ezralva]

Kill Heal

Perfect Preparation arc/Pre-Shinjuku showdown AU canon-divergence where after he was unsealed, Gojo didn't go feral and murder all the higher-ups.

They put off Yuuji's execution order again due to Gojo's comeback but instead put it on Choso because he was technically not supposed to live and his incarnation by Kenjaku was through illegal means by killing an innocent non-sorcerer. Gojo didn't bother appealing for it because he didn't really care about Choso at first (and only Gojo had the power to go against them) until Yuuji went all dogeza on him begging him to prevent Choso's execution or else do it for the both of them.

Gojo didn't understand why in the short amount of time after he was unsealed, Yuuji had become so attached to Choso as well, that it was either die together or live together for both of them and Yuuji said something about how he hadn't been able to repay what he had taken from Choso.

So reluctantly, Gojo agreed, if only because it was Yuuji who begged him for it. In order to do that, there was no other way but to take Choso into his custody to get the higher-ups' hands off Choso. So reluctantly for both parties, Choso had to live in Gojo's place, away from his other little brothers' remains (because the higher-ups suspected Choso would still try to incarnate them through any means, even the illegal ones like Kenjaku, as Choso didn't exactly go by their rules). It wasn't the Gojo residence but Satoru's private apartment where he actually lived more if he wasn't at school or on missions. He'd been living there since Megumi left the Gojo residence to live in the dorm.

Gojo allowed Yuuji to come to visit Choso routinely but otherwise most of the time it was Choso and Gojo alone at home. And the sparks began to emerge.

Enemies to lovers trope, they fought a lot and they only pretended to be civil to each other whenever Yuuji came to visit so they didn't make Yuuji worried and upset. But because they live under the same roof they reluctantly and subconsciously started to depend on each other, so angry fights slowly turned to petty bickering.

"For fuck's sake, get your hair down or change your hairstyle! They look so hideous it makes me mad and wanna puke just looking at it.

"Mind your own business, Gojo."

"Yanno what, never mind. I'll cut them off myself when you're asleep and you won't even know who did it."

"Try it and I'll kill you."

"Oh babe, how much you wanna bet?"

Another day...

"Why is Yuji always the one cooking and cleaning the dishes every time he comes here?? Yuuji is NOT your servant!! You're the only one who eats so you clean up yourself!"

"Choso it's fine, I don't mind!"

"Even if you do, it's inappropriate, Yuuji."

"Well, it's the least I can do, really. Besides, I like cooking and Gojo-sensei likes my cooking."

"HA! See that, onii-chyaan~ I'm Yuuji's favorite so I get the privilege. Just back off, you creepy stranger!"

*seething in anger* "I AM NOT A CREEPY STRANGER I'M HIS BIG BROTHER!!"

They began to fight again, more like Gojo just simply activated infinity while Choso's CT crashing and breaking some things in the vicinity.

"Damn it! Stop it you two! Right now! Or else I'll never come here anymore!" Yuji yelled trying to get them off each other in vain.

Choso immediately stopped his movement.

"Doesn't matter with me, I can still see you at school anyway."

"I will never cook for you anymore then, Sensei."

Gojo immediately went silent too.

However, as time went by living together, when they gave each other's cold shoulder and silent treatment they began to feel restless and lonely with the silence because now they were slowly getting used to each other's presence...especially Gojo who couldn't stand to not talk or tease or just sit still when there were others around in close proximity. They were both just so very lonely in actuality.

Slowly they began to sneakily look forward to each other's petty bickering because it de-stress them both. Their presence began to give meaning to each other. Yuuji's constant presence for the both of them had done wonders for them to start seeing eye to eye. Their first common ground was that they both cared so much about Yuuji and wanted to lessen the burden and guilt the boy felt from Megumi who was being taken hostage by Sukuna. They began talking in adult manner even when Yuuji wasn't around. They tamped down their ego and so they began to talk without riling each other up every time. Choso realized Gojo had helped him and Yuuji a lot by going against the higher-ups and putting himself in danger while Gojo began to see Choso was just as much a victim of Kenjaku as Yuuji and...Suguru. That the guy wanted nothing but to be with his own family yet couldn't even afford that now. Gojo wasn't that heartless. He knew what found family meant. Had seen how Suguru treated his own found family with so much care and put them as his top priority even when he himself was dying at that alley. So it wasn't hard to sympathize with Choso, even if he used to be his enemy.

They talked long into the nights, Gojo taught him more about the modern world, how to use machines, smartphone, internet, utensils, and such and how Jujutsu world worked while Choso filled him in with what he knew about Kamo Noritoshi. The man's past experiments and all his evil deeds, which were now nowhere to be found because the Kamo family had erased the records from existence. His connection to Yuuji, everything since his incarnation, about what Kenjaku had done while using Suguru's body. Providing him insider information that Choso had managed to accidentally scrape during his stay with the curses' group. Gojo filed all this very important and priceless information away for further perusal.

Once they were enemies on opposite sides trying to kill each other, now they worked together, planning how to defeat Kenjaku. For Choso to avenge his little brothers and mother so he could kill Kamo Noritoshi with his own hands and for Gojo to take Geto Suguru's body back and mourn him properly this time. 

Soon, the talk about work-related and future battles had begun to shift to more personal matters, how they feel about their current situation, their families, their childhood (or more like delusional memories for Choso), how they see each other now. Soon they began to see they were both worthy of respect from each other and treated each other as amiably as they could. Had begun seeing the beauty in each other. Subconsciously seeking each other's warmth and presence, for comfort during this stressful time, even if both of them still wouldn't want to admit it out loud. Opting, instead, to let their non-verbal language and gestures do the talking, showing their longing, for their bodies to act on what they really desire inside their hearts and minds yet never be able to put them into words and ask each other.

Accidentally healed each other's wounded hearts even if they didn't mean to or knew how it started, and one thing just led to another.  

That 'another' thing led to Yuuji coming to Gojo's place in a rush one night before dinner because both of them didn't answer Yuuji's texts or picked up his calls since lunchtime and thinking the worst had happened to the two, he barged into the apartment to the direct, unhindered view of his big brother being fucked senseless by his Sensei on the couch.

A/N: I know I'm the one coming up with this setting and headcanon and now I cannot unsee how much potential this particular setting and AU can be explored for the bases of GoCho like omg the petty bickering, the old-married couple kinda petty fight with Yuuji being a sweet sunshine sonny, the angry sex, hate sex that turned into make-up sex and gentle love-making to desperate needy sex cz the auspicious battle was just around the corner uggghhh then the kisses and finally heartfelt confessions, promise for the future, proposal, just before that doomsday of fighting Kenjaku and Sukuna but this time ofc THEY WOULD WIN so GoCho could continue their lovey-dovey time properly post-canon and then they kneeled to Yuuji to ask for his blessing and ofc Yuuji couldn't be happier about how they turned out.

Is there anyone willing to write this for me?? or do I hafta get my hands on it by myself?? :"" cz I mostly wouldn't be able to write this long, at least not in the near future so feel free to use these headcanons if you like and wanna develop them into a proper fic, just credit me a little if you do ;) (but please don't use it on another pairing!).

[mirroredgame]

"G'night Val!"

The redhead looked up from the sud and dish-filled sink. She couldn't see her employee around the corner, but she can imagine the brunette was on her way to the employee entrance. "G'night Hana! Have a good weekend!"

After the door slammed shut, the shop was quiet. Not a single other foot fall, clinking of dishes, save for the ones that settled to the bottom of the large sink. The redhead turned on the tap to rinse the soap off of her hands. The rest of the dishes can wait.

Quickly, the woman went to work, grabbing a scoop and a chasen from the drying rack. The tea that wasn't put away yet was scooped from and placed into a shallow cup. Processes that the woman had perfected in her teens to move slowly and elegantly were sped up. Hot water from the kettle was poured out. The whisk flashed back and forth in the cup. There was no hour-long ceremony with a monk or kimono girl to be had. This was as dirty and quick as the dripping whisk that was tossed to the counter.

The cup was left as the woman walked to the office. She unlocked the safe and counted out the money inside. The creases on her face were of anguish. Again, she counted.

"Not enough," she hissed. "Damn prices, I bet the new shops aren't being hit with taxes-"

A cold dread shot through the woman's heart. There was a whistle. They were waiting.

The safe slammed shut and locked. The cash was put into her pants pocket, bulging and heavy. On her way through the kitchen, she nabbed the hot cup, the foam beginning to settle. It will have to do.

With one hand, the woman parted the cloth barrier. The whistle sounded again. She bit her tongue. Her body tensed up. She had to be careful not to crack the cup in her tightening grip. The redhead pushed her long ponytail behind her head.

After winding herself through the empty dining room, the woman met the unfocused gaze of her sole guest. The black-clad man was slumped against his seat, looking bored at the table in the front. As per his usual, he sat at one of the tables near one of the displays of heirlooms the woman's grandmother set up.

"Heyyyy pretty lady!" The man sat up once he realized he wasn't alone. The way he said it made the redhead wish he just went ahead and said 'toots' instead. He propped up his head with one arm, the hand of the other patted the table. "You only brought one cup this time!"

"You didn't bring your friend this time," the woman said curtly. She placed the cup down in front of the man.

"And I might've! You should always bring two cups!" He tipped back the cup and his head, causing his hat to fall off his head. Once he was done, he slammed his cup on the table. So much for not cracking it. "That's not as good as a shot. You should offer those. Shots shots shots shots! You know?"

Valerie's fists curled, her knuckles white.

"Bet ye'd have more dough if ya did it. Yeah, I'll tell the boss ye'r offering shots. We cin make getting the booze sho easy."

Valerie stood up. "I believe you're not here to discuss my business. Let's get to the point."

"Right, right," the brown haired man waved for the white woman to sit down. "Show me the goods, konke- konje- hafu."

Every muscle in Valerie's body tightened as the man stumbled over the words. She wanted to puke every syllable he uttered until he settled with 'hafu'. But she sat back down. With far less grace, she slapped the cash from her pocket onto the table. "This is the exact cut I owe from this week's earnings."

Taking the cash, the man started counting. A quarter of the way through, his face crunched up, then he restarted. "I need a shot, gimme one." Valerie didn't need to be told twice, getting up and bolting for the kitchen. "And no cops, you know better, toots!"

Whisking any faster would have broken one of the tines. Dropping the whisk back onto the counter, Valerie swore she heard one of the thin, bamboo tines crack. Cup in hand, she looked at the office. Behind the locked door, on the desk were the photos of her grandmother and father. Would they be disappointed? She bowed to Team Rocket's protection to keep the family's cafe open. The same Team Rocket who berated her grandmother and threatened the safety of Valerie's cousins. The same group who brutalized her father as a warning to Silph Co.

As she sighed, Valerie felt her paper kramorant earrings tickle her neck. She's surviving. What could she do against the most powerful group in the Indigo regions? Just live. She was no fighter. As long as she continued to kowtow, Team Rocket would allow her to live.

Valerie grabbed a second cup. He had asked for it. She looked at her chasen. None of the tines really broke. Good. Just in case, she'll make a second cup. Any excuse to stay away. Any excuse to keep going.

As she was whisking the cup, the hair on Valerie's neck stood up. Her chest was slammed into the edge of the metal sink. She couldn't breathe. The whisk and cup fell to the ground at her feet, forgotten as Valerie grabbed the edge of the sink. The force of the man's hands on her neck inched Valerie's face to the water in the wash sink.

"This isn't all of the money!"

"No!" Under his weight, Valerie struggled. Her eyes darted around. There was no way anyone could come and save her. "Sales have been down, I'm struggling to keep up with the bills-"

"Taurosshit!" Another shove slammed Valerie into the metal sink. "I know you're hiding the money!" The woman felt hands grab her rear. "Gimme the keys!"

Jerking away, Valerie found herself pinned against the wall next to the sink. Her assailant spun her around. His face was next to hers, so close she swore the alcohol in his breath was smacking her nose. The man pinned one of her elbows to the wall behind her. "I'll take them myself. And I'll be taking my finder's fee shince ye're always such," his face moved even closer, almost touching hers. "Such a difficult thing."

CLANG!

There was no reason for the man who had her pinned to be crumpled on the ground. There was no reason for the decorative cast iron kettle to be in her hand. Valerie looked down at herself. The dirt from the man's unwashed hands marked where he tried to grab her maekake.

Did... Did she do this?

Did she just kill him?

The blood on the floor said so. Valerie set the kettle on the side of the sink. It too, was covered in blood. Valerie crouched down to check on the man. Where would she check for pulse again? Neck? She put two fingers there. She felt the pulsations, he was alive.

Valerie crawled backwards, putting her back against the wall she was pinned to not too long ago. She slid down until she was sitting on her rear.

Finally, she let out a sob. Even if she got rid of the man, even if she cleaned up all of the blood, even if she paid all of her debts, there was no way this would be forgiven.

"Gr-Grandma... D-Dad," Valerie sniffled. "I'm sorry. I'm going to die."

[erodasfishtacos]

#HendallReunited

prompt: request was to write broad but to write something angsty

Word count: 5.2k

Warnings: language, sexual content, angst

Harry always had issues with saying ‘no’ to people. He never quite grew out of his manners even when he should have.

He said ‘yes’ to way too many things- signing autographs for rude fans and paparazzi, and agreed to way too many things Jeff suggested.

Saying yes to everything didn’t make his life any easier is the thing. Especially when it came to his wife. She was usually left with the aftermath of him being too nice.

The media painted Y/N in a negative light occasionally and so did the fans because she would stand up for Harry and not let him say ‘yes’ to every single request.

She would tell disrespectful fans he’s not signing autographs because of the way they were screaming and interrupting his work.

Harry wished he could do it himself - admired that his wife didn’t give a fuck what people thought about her. He cared entirely too much what the world would think.

The couple didn’t fight about much - no, not really. Normal couple stuff for the most part. But this was the exception, this is where Y/N found most of their turmoil.

Every few months it would rear it’s ugly head and they’d find themselves in the same position over and over again.

This time - it was really fucking bad.

The couple had been staying in their Los Angeles home for the last few months whilst the singer finalized his album and began promotion.

It was boring meeting among boring lunch outings to get all their ducks in a row. Jeff - his manager the main orchestrator.

He was a great manager and a good friend, but it was also business too which Harry didn’t always comprehend.

At the end of the day, Harry was making Jeff millions upon millions of dollars. But Harry didn’t think that way.

**

Harry was in a stuffy conference room at the The Late Late Show to work on the script and ideas for the show. Promo had been nonstop.

He was a bit tired as it was nearly just hitting eight in the morning and he had been up late with you - having some late night loving in the hot tub.

“As for guest - Kendall Jenner,” James Corden’s producer states. All the men agree but Harry is taken aback.

“Why...why would we have my ex-girlfriend as one of my guests?” Harry interrupts, confusion knitting his brows.

Kendall and him didn’t end on a bad note - not at all. They hooked up a few times after their ‘break-up’ but once he’d met Y/N she was understanding when he cut it off.

Y/N wasn’t necessarily jealous of the model, but didn’t love when they’d run into each other at events. She was still overtly flirty with Harry without much shame. 

Harry also didn’t have an desire to see her or host her as a guest on the show. She was nice but he wasn’t interested in being friends with her. They didn’t have much in common and he was head over heels for his wife.

“The media will eat it up, dude. Harry Styles and Kendall Jenner reunited on a show after four years?” Jeff smiles, the others nodding in amicable agreement.

This is one of this times where Harry needs to say “no,” that it’s disrespectful to his significant other to use an old flame for promo for his album.

He already knows ‘hendall’ will be trending within minutes and he can’t imagine how that would make his parter feel.

“I just...this doesn’t seem like a good idea?” Harry begins hesitantly, making it sound more like a question than a statement. 

“Why not?” Eric, one of the writers asks.

“Y’know, I’m married. I don’t think m’missus would appreciate if I did somethin’ like that just for promotion,” he states, scratching at his jaw uncomfortably.

“Look Styles, we’re not asking you to fuck the girl. It just a interview, c’mon,” The executive producer gruffs - wanting those guaranteed views.

Harry swallows - looking at his manager and then at everyone else at the table looking at him for an affirmative answer.

“Uh-sure,” Harry fumbles, feeling anxiety rise into his throat. Fuck, he’s such a god damn pushover.

He’s trying to find his voice to go back on his agreement but the meeting wrapping up and people are leaving with final handshakes.

**

Harry doesn’t know how to tell Y/N what is going on. He’d been keeping in stored in the back of his mind, not ready to have a blowout.

He never found the perfect time to bring it up and now it was too late. It was the morning of the show and he was due to be at the rehearsals this afternoon.

Harry had finally decided he was going to tell her this morning over coffee but forgot that she had a girl’s day planned with a few friends.

She was already out to breakfast with them when he woke up. His phone had one text from you.

Hi baby. I’m out with the girls. See you at the show tonight. I’ll meet you there around six! Love you!

He was fucked royally and he had no one to blame but himself. Maybe it’d be okay, maybe she’d roll her eyes and tell him he’s an idiot.

Realistically he knew that was just a sweet dream at this point.

—

Harry was fidgety and kept mucking up his lines during rehearsal as it got closer to the showtime and his missus arriving.

Kendall had arrived for hair and makeup without seeing her ex-boyfriend yet. He dreaded seeing the model.

Kendall and Y/N had met a few times at different events. It was always cordial. Kendall was always casual - their relationship was never more than a couple fun dates and sex.

They were kind to each other when they met but he couldn’t deny how much harder his partner kissed him on the mouth afterwards.

Before he know it, his wife is hugging him from behind as he talks to a producer about which cameras to look at.

Y/N noticed the way he tensed up at first and thought about how unusual that was for him. Normally, he’d lean back into her with his full weight causing them both to stumble and laugh.

He slowly, cautiously turns around and his face  relaxes a little bit but not completely. “Hi baby,” he hums, leaning in for a kiss.

“You look so handsome,” she replies, admiring his brown pinstriped suit and her pearl necklace that he’d snagged awhile back. She thought it looked better on him anyways.

“You look even better, s’fuckin’ pretty, love,” he gushes, coming back in for another kiss - a little too sensual for the setting.

She was donned in a cropped white shirt, showing of the smooth expanse of her tummy. An oversized blazer of Harry’s, ripped jeans, and heels. 

Harry thought fleetingly he couldn’t wait to fuck her after the show. Then remembered that mostly wouldn’t happen.

Reggie, the musical lead, slides up to you two. He smiles wide at you, saying, “Can’t believe you agreed to the guest this evening.”

Her eyebrows furrow in confusion, Harry’s raise nearly to his forehead, but when she opens her mouth to ask him to explain they’re interrupted.

“Harry!” The leggy model trots over to the little group. Dressed in an interesting one-piece suit that has sewn in heels. She looked beautiful as ever, of course she was a model.

Both of them turn towards the oblivious girl, “Kendall,” Harry replies with a twinge of anxiety - eyes repeatedly looking at his significant other’s profile as multiple emotions flash.

“Hiya, you’re Y/N right?” Kendall smiles kindly, offering her manicured hand.

She accepts, “Yeah, uh-good to see you again.”

Harry knew she had connected the dots quickly in her head. The hurt, confusion, had hit her eyes before narrowing into full-blown rage at her partner.

“I promise I’ll go easy on him,” Kendall jokes before pinching at Harry’s cheek teasingly. The model was a natural flirt with everyone she got along with.

“Oh, sure,” she replies lamely, attempting to not let her feelings burst out in that moment with her husband . She knew it wasn’t Kendall’s fault.

“I’m going to go grab a bite to eat. I’m probably gonna puke when we do ‘spill or fill’. See you guys soon,” the model waves before trailing off with her assistant.

“Did you kn- of course you knew she was your guest,” Y/N seethes, turning to fully face the guilt-stricken-singer.

He rubs the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact, “I did.”

“How long have you known for?” She demands to know, keeping her voice at an angry whisper to not draw attention.

Harry wasn’t going to lie to his love, “About two weeks.”

Y/N replies with a laugh, “let me guess, you let Jeffrey talk you into this bullshit, again.”

His silence is all she needs to know it’s true.

“For Christ’s sake, of course,” She huffs bitterly, “what’s even worse is you didn’t fucking tell me. What the fuck?”

Harry bites his lip, not able to rasp out anything but a pathetic, “m’sorry, love.”

He wasn’t usually good at taking responsibility during a fight. He was stubborn at best but he couldn’t deny his way out of this.

“You will be, you-“

They were cut off by the staff, the audience was trailing in and Harry needed to get mic’d up now.

“This conversation isn’t over,” she points her finger at his chest before storming off to the side of the stage where she’d watch from.

Fucking shit.

**

Harry was a performer. It’s easy for him to push things to the back of his mind so he can entertain a enamored audience.

But tonight, he was struggling. Eyes flicking over to the teleprompter more than usual, his demeanor not as vivid and carefree.

Not when his wife was glaring daggers at him from stage right. Her hand constantly at her mouth, biting at her nails - a nervous tick of hers.

“Next up, the one, the only, the beautiful model and one of my good friends, Kendall Jenner!” Harry introduces when she walks out and waves at the crowd.

They hug and when they pull apart they step over to where they were playing the game. Either answer the question or eat a nasty food picked out by the other.

They weren’t allowed to see each other’s questions before the game started- both going on blind which put Harry more on edge.

“Okay, Kendall. Rank the members of One Direction on most to least attractive or you will be eating...” Harry spins the table, “Cow tongue.”

She flinched at the disgusting plate, smirking up at Harry before considering her course of action, “I think I can answer this one.”

He wasn’t looking forward to her answer. Neither was Y/N by the way she nearly shaking her foot off her leg.

“Okay, I got this. You - the most attractive, then uh- Zayn....Louis...Niall...Liam,” she laughs, “but all of you are hot!”

Harry fake laughs and acts like he’s impressed by her answer as the crowd roars and cheers. 

When Kendall picks up her notecard - she laughs in surprise at the question before looking at him with bright eyes.

“Okay, um, bull penis!” She giggles before starting the question, “I’m dying to know this answer. So...your first album HS1 was released four years ago, correct?”

He nods, apprehensive.

“Which songs were about me? Especially was only angel?” She laughs at Harry’s pale expression before without another thought he shovels the rancid food into his mouth.

Harry looks off to the side to see that his missus is no longer sitting there. Just Jeff - who gives him a thumbs up.

**

The first thing he did when the show ended and the lights dimmed was bolt off to Jeff - ignoring Kendall who was about to say something to him.

“Where’d Y/N go?”

He thought she might have went out to get a breathe of fresh air but for the next hour and a half he hasn’t seen her once.

“She said she wasn’t feeling very good. She told me to tell you she’d meet you at home,” Jeff shrugs unbothered.

“Damnit!” Harry curses loudly, ripping out of the microphone and the little pack in his back waistband.

“Harry,” Jeff scolds at his unprofessionalism that was abnormal for him.

“No! Don’t fucking ever ask me to do shit like this again. You fucking knew what questions were on those notecards and you said it wasn’t anything about our previous relationship.”

“Harry-“

“Don’t fucking talk to me. You’re a real shit manager sometimes, you know that? Do not contact me tonight or tomorrow for that matter, you douchebag,” Harry barks before storming off towards the dressing rooms.

All the employees were standing around in shock, staring at the popstar as he ignored everyone around him.

Harry was famously known for being a kind, amicable guy. So it took everyone by surprise to hear him speak like that. Even Jeff was shaken up a little.

—

The house was pitch-black as Harry pulled up. The house’s first floor was lined with large, bay windows and not a single light was on.

He could find one room illuminated which was your bedroom. A dim side lamp must have been flicked on. He imagined her purposely turning off all the lights on the trek up the staircase.

Harry didn’t want to admit how much he was trembling with awful nerves and anticipation as he slowly turns the knob of the shared bedroom.

Y/N wasn’t laying in bed as he expected but found the bathroom door shut tightly. He noticed a little yellow bag with tissue paper off to the side by a dresser.

He knocks on the oak door, not daring to enter without permission.

“What do you want?” Y/N answers, tone flat and emotionless. 

“Can I come in, baby? Please...” He wasn’t ashamed to beg for forgiveness at this point. Hearing the emptiness in her tone scared him shitless.

“I really could care less,” She replies coldly from her spot in the scalding water decorated with bubbles.

Harry had never felt more unsure in his life as he enters the bathroom.  Y/N had gotten proper pissed at him or vice versa before - right before a concert, an award ceremony but she’d never left without him.

Her head was laying against the foam headrest and her body was covered by the soap water. She looked tired and her eyes were puffy from crying.

Harry kneels next to the tub, “look at me, please pet.”

 Y/N takes a moment before turning her head and opening her eyes. They were distant, disappointed in the man in front of her.

“I should have told you about Kendall. I should have put up more of a fight to get someone else on instead,” Harry admits, his hands desperately wanting to reach out for her.

She shakes her head with a heart-wrenching sniffle, “it’s not just tonight, Harry. We’ve had this conversation continuously for three and a half fucking years. You try to please everyone, despite them giving no fucks about you.”

“Are you that much of a pushover? You let your ex-girlfriend flirt with you in front of millions. Do you know how embarrassing and unfair that it to me?” She wipes at her eyes to stop the tears spilling over.

Harry hadn’t thought of it like that - to be honest. But he agrees, it wasn’t fair and downright cruel to do that to her.

What? All because he couldn’t say ‘no’ because he didn’t want people to be mad at him? It was pathetic and ridiculous.

“I-I won’t let it happen again, lovie. I mean it, I truly do,” Harry whimpers reaching over to cup her cheek and wants to cry when she pushes him away.

“You’re a broken record. You’ve said that a million times before but don’t change,”  Y/N points out, eyes boring furiously into his wife’s.

“I’m goi-“

She cuts him off with a sharp edge in her tone, “Just leave me alone, get out.”

The man’s face crumbles and for a second, she wants to just end the fight and makeup but then nothing would change.

“Baby-“

“Get out!” She finally bellows, tears streaming down her face steadily.

He obliges, head hung in defeat as he closes the door behind him. He stands there’s blankly for a second before going to the walk-in closet.

He’s pulling out a fresh pair of cotton underwear and a large sleepshirt for his partner, laying them neatly on the bed.

Harry doesn’t know what to do with himself while he waits so he pulls out his phone to mindlessly scroll.

He throws it against the wall when he sees #hendallreunited is trending number one on Twitter at the moment.

The singer strips down to his briefs and sits with his back against the tufted headboard, staring blankly at the wall.

His eyes catch a neon pink pair of his swimshorts tossed carelessly on the decorative vase in the corner of the room from the night before .

“Fuck, baby - no need to rush,” Harry groans into Y/N ‘s mouth as she pushes him until he’s sat on the edge of their California king.

She reaches impatiently for the tie on his neon pink swimshorts and yanks them off his slim, peach-fuzz thighs before throwing them onto the vase without a care that it was worth over twenty-thousand pounds.

After edging her in the hot tub with his fingers and mouth, she wasn’t waiting any longer before clambering onto his lap, pulling her swim bottoms to the side, and sinking onto him.

He felt guilty when his cock twitched at the thought of it. But when reality set back in, the arousal with the memory evaporated.

It isn’t much longer until the door is pulled open and  Y/N’s padding into the room with a towel secured around her.

She looks at the clothes Harry set out for her and pointedly walks past them to pick out her own nightwear. 

That really shouldn’t make his eyes tear up as he watches her slide on a similar pair of panties and an oversized shirt. Spotting a purpling bruise on her upper in thigh from his mouth.

 Y/N silently walks past the bed and to the bedroom door, looking back before bleakly stating, “I’m going to sleep in the guest room.”

He frowns, wrinkles appearing on his forehead, “You can sleep in here, love. I’ll take the guest room.”

Harry doesn’t get a reply as she just shakes her head and closes the door loudly behind her. 

It’s just - he’s never seen her this upset. She was usually fantastic at communicating her feelings and hashing things out.

She wasn’t one for the silent treatment or ignoring the topic. It had his chest rising faster than usual with anxiety. The serious of it overwhelming him.

He states at the wall for a very long time without wiping the fat tears brimming over his trembling lips.

*

He couldn’t sleep - it was half past three and he hadn’t even laid down or clicked off the lamp.

Harry accepted sleep wasn’t coming so he begins to tidy the already clean room. He picks up the shorts and tossing them in the hamper.

He refolds some joggers he’d carelessly shoved in a drawer and when he went to move the little yellow bag - curiosity got the best of him.

There was no card and he wasn’t sure who it was for or if it had been a gift already give to Y/N that she had returned home with.

Harry really shouldn’t - but he does. Gently tugging out the paper and reaching in to feel fabric.

Pulling it out, it takes him a minute to identify what it is - two baby onesie. Who was having a baby?

He lays them in front of him, eyes widening in surprise as he reads what is printed across the black cotton.

The first one was the colors and font of his upcoming tour merch with the photo he used on his tour announcement with the heeled boot and white pants.

Love on Tour - Due Date: September 2025

With Special Guest Appearance from Baby Styles

The second one was simple and read across the chest:

I’m having your baby (and it is your business) with embroidered kiwis all of over it.

He frantically reached back into the bag to pull out a bundle of pregnancy tests tied with a silk bow.

They weren’t necessarily trying for a baby but they’re weren’t not trying either. Harry wanted a baby as soon as his missus was willing to give him one.

“No, no, don’t one,” she’d whined into his mouth when he’d reached over to grab a condom off the nightstand.

“Oh sweet thing, you want me bare? Fill you up?” He croons happily, coming back to grip at his thick base and tease at her entrance.

“Ye-yeah, H. Please,” (Y/N) whimpers, bucking her hips in the hope he’d slip inside her.

Harry hums, “Might give you a baby though, y’want me to knock you up?”

“Want it, wan-“

He cuts her off with a hard, blissful kiss as he thrusts all the way inside before pulling out to do it again. 

“Gonna give it to you, whatever you want, lovie,” he promises.

The two had never used protection afterwards. It had start about seven months ago and from his knowledge she’d still been getting her periods regularly.

Occasionally, he would palm at her flat tummy and pout, “Haven’t put a baby in you yet, ‘ave I?”

He was so ecstatic but disappointed in himself for ruining everything and pleasing everyone other than who he should be.

Harry needed to fix this. He didn’t want Y/N to lose the excitement of having their baby over a dumb choice of his.

The man’s out of the room and not knocking before entering their guest room. His now pregnant love is laying on-top of the covers.

One hand subconsciously on her belly - which she removes and places next to her when her wife walks in.

The television was on but the volume was low and Y/N wasn’t watching it in the first place anyways.

Harry sits on the edge of the bed, “I opened the yellow bag.”

She looks at him with wide eyes, a little taken aback. she was going to surprise him tonight and forgot to store it away for another time after the fight.

Harry has happy tears dribbling down his cheeks, “you’re having my baby?”

Y/N nods, running a slight hand through his curls. She still had a nasty knot of anger and uncertainty in the pit of her stomach.

It pains her, wanting to share this moment of excitement with Harry but she just couldn’t. The uncertainty of whether Harry would put everybody’s needs before his own baby.

“Come back to bed, want t’talk and celebrate. M’so bloody excited,” Harry murmurs, a large smile decorating his face as he smooths a palm over the expanse of her tummy.

His wife shakes her head and places a hand over his, feeling the cold metal of all of them. “I want to be left alone.”

The twinkle in Harry’s eye diminishes to devastation as he realizes that he’s fucked up so badly that she doesn’t even want to celebrate.

“Pet, can...we just forget about it tonight and be happy ‘bout the baby?” Harry asks selfishly, knowing it was unlikely she’d agree.

She didn’t, a firm expression on her face, “no, I have a lot to think about.”

“Like wha’?” He asks anxiously, unknowing of quite the reason she was so furious.

“Like how you say yes to everything and everyone. We talk and talk about how you need to say ‘no’ and do what’s best for you - for us. You agree to and never follow through”

She takes a shaky breath and continues, “it’s affected our relationship before when you’ve had to cancel our vacation away from all this for a charity concert you’d agree to perform at last minute, dinner reservations because you told your friend we’d be at their art showing they wanted you at.”

Harry knew she was right. He did those things. He wanted everyone to be happy with him - to a fault.

“Tonight was just icing on the cake, you allowed your manager to talk you into hosting your ex on that show. Out of all the people in the world - her. With flirty questions and jabs from her. You let that happen. You care about making everyone happy but in return you don’t care how it affects me. That’s pretty shitty.”

“I’m...I’m really fucking scared you’ll do that even when we have the baby. I need you to put them first and right now...I’m not sure if you’re going to. You can’t put the person you want to spend the rest of your life with first now, how do I know you’ll do it with the baby?”

Harry chokes out a sob as he presses his forehead against the bed, his broad shoulders shaking. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d cried this hard - years ago maybe. He felt like his wife didn’t have any faith in him and he was to blame.

He looks up at her with swollen eyes - at a loss for what to do or say. He loved her so much and was over the moon that they were going to have a baby.

“How do I fix this, darling? You’re right, I really fucked up. M’sorry,” Harry cries, grabbing at her hands and she allows it.

“Just saying you’re sorry won’t fix it,” Y/N replies flatly, letting Harry squeeze and kiss at the backs of her hands.

“Then what do I bloody do to fix this?” Harry raises his voice in frustration, staring in bewilderment at his wife. 

Y/N narrows her eyes at him, “Do not raise your voice at me, Harry. Actions speak louder than words.”

Harry swallows harshly, pressing one finally kiss to her hand. “Okay.”

“Okay?” She repeats.

“I love you, I’ll fix this,” he promises with conviction. He knew what he needed to do and do it tomorrow. So he and his wife could enjoy her new pregnancy.

“I need space tonight, I just...please”Y/N says quietly, rubbing at his shoulder.

It wasn’t the first time they’ve slept in separate rooms because they weren’t getting along but they normally found their way back to each other before sunrise.

Harry nods, lip still tremble with the residual anxiety of the conversation. She allows him to press a soft kiss to her mouth before leaving the room.

—-

Cafe Habana was busy - but no one was paying much attention to Harry and Jeff. It was the morning after and Harry had demanded a meeting over breakfast with his manager.

“Y/N pregnant,” Harry states bluntly after their drinks arrive.

“Oh? Congratulations, dude. That’s exciting!” Jeff leans over to pat him on the shoulder, a big smile.

“The baby is due in September. My next tour starts in next July. The baby will be about nine months. I want to be at home with them for the first year.”

Jeff doesn’t look pleased, “what are you getting at Harry?”

“Reschedule the July and August tour dates. Tack them on to the end of the tour,” Harry lays out flat. 

He hadn’t talk to his wife about this but he knew this was how he could prove that he could say ‘no’ and not be a pushover.

“No Harry. Look I get you’re excited about the baby - but that will be such a fucking hassle,” Jeff frowns, sipping his mimosa.

“I’m not asking, Jeff. I’m telling you that’s what needs to happen,” Harry replies firmly, tone strong and unwavering.

Jeff is definitely taken aback by his client’s conviction. 

“While we’re on the topic, do not ever put me in a situation like you did yesterday. It affected my wife and I. And I will choose her over this career any day.”

The manager nods in surprise, “Harry, I’m sorry.”

“I’m not asking for an apology but if you ever pull something like then I’ll be looking for a new management team. Are we clear?” 

Jeff once again nods, unsure of where this is coming from but at the thought of losing his biggest client would be disastrous so he’d do whatever to accommodate him.

“Consider it done,” he tells Harry before clearing his throat in a slight panic.

—

Y/N woke up to an empty house. She was restless, she asked Harry to prove to her that he could be what she needed. However, it was a bit unfair because she didn’t know how he could do it.

It’s just…she had a baby to think about. They both needed to be put first and if it took a gnarly fight for Harry to realize it...so be it.

“Baby? Love, where are you?” She hears Harry echo through the whole house. She was sat in the kitchen, on a stool by the island, idly sorting through mail.

“In here!”

Harry jogs in, panting like he sprinted from the garage up to the kitchen. He comes to stand in front of the love of his life.

“I might have not completely fixed everything but...I tried,” Harry tells her, cradling her face in his large palms. “ I just got back from lunch with Jeff. I told him about the baby.”

He takes a deep breath before continuing, “I rescheduled tour dates so I can be with you guys at home in London for the first year. Then...maybe you guys can join me after?”

“Harry…” she’s at a loss for words.

“And I told Jeff that if he ever puts me in a situation like that again, I’m firing him.”

Y/N stares at him, in awe and admiration of the man she chose to marry and keep forever. His face was so sincere and vulnerable.

Harry didn’t know whether it would be enough. If it wasn’t he’d keep trying but all he could do was hope. He waited with bated breath as she processed his words.

“Baby, you-for me?” She murmurs as she stands up and crowds into his space. He instantly wraps her up into a tight hug, missing her touch.

“Of course, pet. I’d do anything for you, I mean it. I’d quit this whole career if you wanted tha’,” he tells her truthfully - lips brushing her forehead.

“I love you, so so much,” Y/N murmurs, pressing a kiss to his lips.

“We’re havin’ a baby,'' Harry sighs dreamily into her mouth, tongue sliding against hers. A large hand came to palm at her belly.

“Yeah, m‘having your baby,” She giggles as he begins to trail the kisses down her jaw and neck - pressing her into the marble countertop.

“Should we name it Kiwi?” Harry rasps as he slides the tank top strap off her shoulder so his lips can meet the cap of her warm shoulder.

“We are not going to be that celebrity couple who names their baby something weird,” Y/N groans as he grounds his hips into hers with intent.

THE END

[despairots]

#   ⌒ ADVANCED TECHNOLOGY

𖥦 ˖⁩ ࣪ ִֶָ what happens if a gunslinger met another gunslinger who’s gun is more highly advanced.

★ ( ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵ ) › prompto x gn!reader — fluff , dragon raja au

not my best one but i’ve been busy so i won’t be able to write long ones for now, don’t worry i’m not leaving and there will be a pt. 2

tw:: guns

“woah… who’s that?” i asked admiring the person who was beside cindy, “hm? i heard they name is y/n, i did some research on them before, they from a place that got destroyed a few years ago called black swan bay.” ignis answered as i continued to stare at them.

i looked away as they turned around almost catching my stares, they smiled before turning back to talking to cindy, “ah! there they are!” cindy exclaimed dragging the h/c person over, “this is y/n! they’ve been here for awhile but had to leave because of a mission!” cindy explained.

“hi…” they waved with a nervous smile, “greetings, i’m ignis, this is noctis, gladio, and prompto.” ignis introduced as they smiled, “prompto’s are photographer.” i tensed up when ignis bought that up. “hm? really! may i see them?” they asked walking up to me, “u-uh, sure- their in the car, i’ll go get them.” i stuttered, i saw in the corner of my eyes noct smirking.

i playfully glared at him making him roll his eyes before chuckling, i gave the camera to them, “here.” they smiled, clicking through the pictures as we leaned against regalia. “these are nice, prompto, thank you.” they handed the camera back, “n-no problem.” stop stuttering, prompto.

“hm?” i noticed a thing floating beside their head before they pushed it away, “sorry, i have to go, gotta head back to cassel college.” cindy crossed her arms, “caeser? isn’t it?” “yeah, he won’t stop bickering.” y/n rubbed their hair, the floating thing beside them forming into a motorcycle. they turned to us, “you guys wanna come or?” they asked as i nodded my head with excitement.

they smiled hopping onto their motorcycle, “then get into your car.” we did what they said before waving goodbye to cindy as ignis followed y/n, “do you guys wanna take a short cut?!” they yelled as i saw a smirk appear on their face, “sure?” noctis yelled back making y/n nod before a portal appeared in front of us as we saw the place called cassel collage.

“welcome to cassel collage!” they introduced, a lot of people waving at y/n. “you guys can wander but not to far, i gotta go talk to somebody-“ they got cut off when a siren went off, “what? why now!” they cussed underneath their breath before two gun appeared in their hand.

“sorry but i gotta take care of something! you guys go help people evacuate!” “we can help!” prompto refused as noctis nodded, y/n hesitated before nodding, “only two of you! two of you guys go help the civilians evacuate!” ignis and gladio nodded before running off, “you guys ready?” they asked before a snarl— no, multiple snarls was heard infont of them.

“that was… awesome!” prompto exclaimed as the civilians cheered, y/n was panting, wiping off the blood they puked, “i like how your cheerful from the experience.” they pointed out before passing out, “y/n! ah! i told you not overwork yourself.” a red head came in, catching the fainting person.

“hehe, sorry.” they coughed up more blood before relaxing a bit, noctis was chatting with ignis before they saw the h/c person faint, “what happened?” the red head shook her head, “they have a condition where they cough up blood if they overwork themselves.” she explained, carrying the said person up, “i’m NoNo.” they said before leaving.

prompto still concerned, he wandered to the trio, “can they come with us on are roadtrip? please..” prompto begged as noctis scratched their head, “uh, i guess. they seem trustworthy.” noctis agreed leaving gladio wide mouthed at how easily noctis could agree. prompto cheered.

“you’re joking, right?” noctis shook his head before shrugging, “i’m not.” gladio facepalmed at his friend idiotic actions, guess the last thing to do is to get an answer from y/n who was currently going through hell.

[sideofcalimary]

A foot for a comic

Izuku: this is stupid

Deadpool: Mhm

Izuku: you're stupid

Deadpool: fuck you, but go on

Izuku: this is dangerous

Deadpool: And I'm fucking immortal, what's your point?

Izuku: I could still hurt you!

Deadpool: you and what? Your puny lil nerd arms?

Izuku: No but my device will

Deadpool: fucking try me. You said you needed a test subject so here I am, so you gonna cut off my foot or not?

Izuku groans, holding a device in his hand: I don't wanna do it! Deadpool: Listen here you walking tree branch, I'm giving you a once in a life time opportunity here to test your shit on an actual injured person. So you either cut off my foot and strap me in, or I'll do it myself and moan so you're even more uncomfortable Izuku: Ugh just... Can you cut it off yourself and I'll put it on? I don't wanna look. I feel bad...

Deadpool: it'll grow back within a few days, I told you this. I lost a fucking finger because of you

Izuku: I DIDN'T MEAN TO DECAPITATE YOUR PINKY WITH MY WINDOW! Deadpool takes out one of his katana and leans against an alley wall: whatever, just turn around or something and I'll cut it off

Izuku: ... You're not gonna moan are you?

Deadpool: not unless you want me to

Izuku: don't

Deadpool: Vanilla bitch

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Eijiro: Bro, your foot!

Katsuki: oh boohoo, I cut it off, so what?

Eijiro: YOU cut it off???

Katsuki: Did I fucking stutter?

Eijiro: I know I'm not the smartest in the group but could you maybe explain why you WILLINGLY cut off your foot?

Katsuki: Deku needed a test subject for his invention so we made a deal

Eijiro: aaannndd you just let him cut off your foot?

Katsuki: What? No. The dumbass would've puked if he did it. Cut it off myself Eijiro watches as Katsuki tries to put his feet on the coffee table but his footless one just drops to the carpet with a thud. It was slowly growing back but as of not it was still a stub

Eijiro: This Deku must be real important for you to do this for free Katsuki: Fuck off, Shitty hair. I said we made a deal

Eijiro plops down next to his roommate: And what was worth temporary amputation?

Katsuki: None of your goddamn business

Katsuki grabs the remote and flicks through the TV. In his bag sits the latest All Might comic Eijiro sighs: Well, it's still real manly of you to help up a bro!

Katsuki: Shut up. I've lost worse and you know it

Eijiro: True but isn't it a school night? That's not gonna grow back until Friday

Katsuki: I'll make it work. I always fucking do Eijiro: If you say so...

The two sit and watch whatever was on TV

Eijiro: ... So when am I gonna meet Deku

Katsuki: Die

Eijiro pouts: Come on bro, what did we agree on?

Katsuki grumbles at his reflex and sinks into the couch

Eijiro: Bakubro Katsuki mutters profanities before speaking louder: This subject makes me uncomfortable and I don't wanna talk about it

Eijiro: and...?

Katsuki: I hate you

Eijiro: Kats

Katsuki curses his friend to fall down the stairs: I'm... sorry... Eijiro beams and pats his back, Katsuki slapping it away: Alright alright, but you know I'll meet Deku some day, right?

Katsuki: Doubt it. Not like you'll know if it's him

Eijiro: unmanly of you to doubt your bro

Katsuki: Unmanly deez nuts

[mrshollandstansprouse]

A/n: do I did bucky, now peter. I wrote for fun? And for me. So if you don't like it just know I don't either lol. I read ALOT of smut but I don't write it much. So here we go.....

Summary: you and Peter have to share a room... enemies to lovers (The best kind of smut)

On a school field trip, with my best friend Mj. She has weird taste, she us hanging with Brad. And she is the one who invited peter and ned to hang with us. I wanna smack her, I hate peter and ned is so fun he is like a gummy bear. Me and peter have hated each other forever! Since we were little, ok so he is physically attractive, and is so smart. And if he didn't hate my guts I would date him, BUT I HATE HIM!

"Imma go with Brad! So Y/n just stick with the guys!" She says and runs off. "Y/n you don't need to hang with us!" Peter complains, "No no she stays!" Ned defended me. I laugh, "this is my group you joined! Parker! If you wanna leave ill have fun with Ned?" You suggest. He rolls his eyes, and turns around. Heading into the hotel we were staying at, it was very nice. It was fancy but small, like 50 rooms total. The teacher started pairing people off. Since Peter forgot his 'important glasses' we were the last in line to get a room.

After hours of waiting, and endless jokes. We finally got a room. 'Alright fo- why are there 3 of you?' The teacher asks. "Well I wasn't gonna go but we let the teacher know a few days ago that I was." I say. He nods, "problem! We have 1 room and 2 boys one girl!" He yells to another teacher. Every room was filled, all the girls were piled into like 5 rooms.

He let us all stay in the same room, "No funny business allowed" I laughed so hard. We get to the room, and see 2 beds. One queen and one twin.

"I call the-' I was cut short by ned running to the twin bed. "I call this!" He yells. "ABSOLUTELY not!" He looks at me in disappointment. "Ned you have to share with Peter." I state, "No way! He cuddles at night!" He complains. "Yeah you think I wanna cuddle with parker!?" I laugh and argue. "Yeah you guys should be a couple!" He says excited. I fake puke, "nope!" I say too quickly. "Answer faster" he mutters.

Later the boys were watching star wars, and I decided to shower. I grabbed some shorts and a huge t shirt.

PETERS POV

We were watching a movie and waiting for Y/n to get out of the shower. 'So you and Y/n?' He brings up. I have had a crush on her forever! When I was little I would make fun of her, and I guess I never stopped? I wish I did. Maybe we would be friends or more! Atleast I get to spend time with her now. She is friends with MJ so I see her more often.

'There is nothing between me and her. She is pretty and I'm me. She is perfect! Has perfect grades! And a perfect life!...' i start to ramble about everything I love about her. Saying it hurts and makes me love her even more. 'Peter its so obvious you like her! Why are you rude to her?' He asks. 'I don't like her! And I'm not rude!'

'Dude yes you do, you were stari....' i stop listening, as the bathroom door opens. She comes out, her hair is wet, and she is wearing MY SHIRT?! I dont care how she got it, she looks so good in it. It goes past her little shorts, that curve on her perfectly. Everything looks good on her.

'PETER!?!' ned snaps me back to reality, where she hates me.

'Sorry' I apologize. He shrugs it off and we go back to the movie. I look over and see her on OUR bed. She puts her clothes away and then grabs her charger. And plugs her phone into the lamp, the outlet on the thing. She opens snapchat, I can see the yellow glow in her y/c/e. The most beautiful i have ever seen, I could stare at them forever. She answers a text from MJ, and then closes it. She looks straight at me, 'what?!' She asks me.

"You are uh wearing my shirt?" I tell her. She looks down, "oh I uh stole it from neds house..." she laughs, her laugh us like a million angels singing in my ear.

"Do you want it back or?" She asks, "No No keep it!" I want her to have it. She shrugs and watches the movie with us.

Later (back to ur pov)

I lay down on the bed and put my phone away, I say goodnight to ned. Then see already sleepy peter. GOD HE IS TOO CUTE FOR THIS WORLD! I lay down and face my back to him, he places his arm on my waist. Ned was right he cuddles, did ned find that out the hard way?!?! I start to fall asleep when Peter's grip tighten and he comes closer. He is now pushed up against my back, crotch in my butt. I can feel him, OMG! He is having a wet dream!

He is softly grunting and is pulling me closer, basically fucking me through my shorts! I wanna wake him up without him knowing I'm awake. I slowly starts shifting, I turn to face him. And I guess I completely ruin his dream. He wakes up and sits up. And whispers to himself, 'You fucking idoit' I choke back a laugh. 'You are parker' I say softly. His eyes widen and he looks down, 'Y/n I'm so sorry, I was just...I...Don't....Will..How...." he gives up.

'I was about to go to sleep when you started thrusting into me in ur sleep.' I explain holding back more laughs. 'I'm so sorry! I guess after seeing you and spending time with you...feeling arrived and old ones and I just.... I swear it will never happen again. Please don't tell anyone." He begs. All I heard was he had/has feeling for me. I look at him and then kiss him. I dont know what I'm doing and am about to pull away when he grabs the side of my faces and kisses me back. The kiss deepens, his hand travels from my hair, down my face down my neck to my chest. He brings his hands to the end on my/ his shirt and starts taking it off of me. Breaking our kiss just to take off my shirt, then immediately reconnecting. He brings me closer to him, and I straddle his lap. His hands go to unhook my bra.

He throws it anywhere, THE OPPOSITE DIRECTION OF NED! Then he pulls away, and admires my body for a second. Then very suddenly he shifts, so I'm under him. I let out a small shriek when he moved me. 'I need you to be quiet love' he whispers into ear. It send shivers down my spine, I like the nickname. His kisses at my neck going lower with everyone. He goes down my chest and stomach, and stops at my shorts line. He takes his fingers and hooks the top, before removing he looks up at me. I nod giving him CONSENT. He pulls them off of me, and looks back up. Before kitten licking my clit, I was wet enough! He takes his fingers and rubs over where his tongue once was. I hold back a moan. He takes that finger and slowing moves it into me. I place my hand over my mouth to keep me from moaning. He starts moving his finger in and out, curling and hitting every good spot. He goes back with his tongue his finger still working wonders. He starts to devour me. I remove the hand from my mouth and grab his curls. I pull at his hair a little bit, he grunts into me, sending more pleasure into my core.

His finger movements get faster faster. And the knot starts to form in the pit of my stomach, and I can feel it tighten.

'Fuck! Peter just like that!' I moan quietly. 'You are just a dirty little girl aren't ya?' I wanna say something back but I can feel my orgasam coming through.

He goes faster with his tongue too, I can't contain it anymore. 'I'm so close Pete' I warn him, 'cum darling' that all i need. Hus words push me off the edge, I let go all over his face. He slows down and guides me through my high, the removes his face from in between my legs. He kisses me and I can taste myself on him, but I don't mind. He removes his shirt and pants.

'Ready?' He asks, I nod. 'Say it love' he demands/asks. 'Please peter!' I nearly beg. 'What? Do what?' He says, a smirk on his lips. 'Please fuck me!' He makes me beg for him. He lines up with my entrance, and then thrusts into me. He gives me time to adjust, 'so tight darling' he says.

He starts to thrust in and out. The feeling of pain and pleasure combines. I place my hand over my mouth, with the other grab onto the sheet of the bed.

He goes faster and faster, one of his hands goes to my hip, the other goes around my throat. He starts slamming into me, hitting my walls. I can feel everything. He gets sloppier and messier. I can tell neither of us is gonna last any longer. I can feel my second orgasam of the night approach. The knot gets tighter, my eyes squeeze shut. It feels incredible and it hurts woth every thrust at the same time.

'Pet- gonna- cu-Fuck!' I think he got it. 'Me too darling! Fuck!' It doesn't take much longer before the knot bursts. He keeps going for a little bit longer before his cum coats my walls. He guides both of us through out highs.

He slowly pulls out on grabs a cloth and cleans us up. He lays next to me, 'I have liked you for a long time!' He says breaking the silence, 'me too' I can't see him but I know there is a smirk on his face. 'Y/n will you go out with me?' 'Yes!'

We fell asleep cuddling that night. The next morning started our new relationship. When ned found out how it happened he was disappointed and disgusted that we did it with him in the room.

A/n: Thanks for reading making more tomorrow!

[deada55]

A Night In with Dethklok (Ladyklok)

synopsis: Trana (Toki) becomes "a sloppys mess."

content warnings: puke :(

[Pickles' kept her name, then we have Natalie, Stina (Skwisgaar), and Wilma (William Murderface.)]

for kloktober day 25, Ladies' Night!

I originally wrote this as a character warm-up and multiple-character dialogue practice for a bigger Ladyklok WIP. Wilma's got a crush and Nickles is implied (I like them as besties BUT! do what you will 💕.)

When Pickles cut the top of the chip bag off, she left the greasy silver ring on the countertop. 

“Hey, you know those, those uh,”

Hopefully, the bud resin on her fingers wouldn’t have a taste, but she interrupted herself to lick barbeque chip cheetle off of them like she wished it would. She bit underneath her nub-nails to get every last sticky-salty bit.

“Those neck traction things you and Stina keep talkin’ about?”

“The what?” Natalie could barely hear over her own chewing, arms full of freshly-washed celery. Munchies and being on a fitness kick didn’t mix, but it was working out pretty well save for the green strings stuck in her teeth. 

“The neck traction sling. Around your head? With the… the door?- Hey, wanna take a shot with me?” Pickles poured two shots of Everclear without waiting for an answer, leaving cloudy streaks on the outside of the bottle. Natalie was always good for it, and Pickles poured without expecting an answer.

“Neck traction thing?” She sucked celery juice back into her mouth through her teeth. Real cute, Nat.

“Yeah. What if we got two of ‘em and you used ‘em like a bra?”

...

“Pickles, that’s fucking brutal. That’s fucking great.”

“Yeah! Like for an album cover?”

“Yeah- Oh my god, I love celery-”

Natalie’s eyes were red as dog dick, and she was putting away celery like she worked at Walmart. “Even if it makes my tongue numb.”

“Dude, your what?”

“My tongue hurts when I eat it but it’s so good. Allergy or something.”

“Nat…”

“What?”

Pickles shook her head. Natalie wasn’t the type of person you oughta talk your feelings to, even if they were good. She took things a little far, she was selfish, she was haughty, and Pickles loved being her friend. Even without saying it, Pickles liked to believe Natalie thought the same way. She couldn’t ask, but she could watch them scarf celery in the same sweaty clothes she’d worn at the bar, with stringy hair and mascara raccoon-eyes. 

“Here.” She put the glass into Natalie’s hand. “Ready? Three, two, one-” Dink it and sink it, without even a choke. 

“Aw, shit, we shoulda tried the arm thing. Where you… you link arms?”

In the other room, Murderface shouted above the sound of The Bachelorette, “Jesus fucking Christ! Trana!” Like it was a recording, there was a response in perfect time, hysterical, mucus-y and loaded with “more” yet to come:

“Stops yellings at m-me!” 

“Trana, Trana… sits up, come ons, sits up,” The lilt in Stina’s voice was rum-soaked and impatient but way better than Wilma’s furious monologue of grievances to no one in particular, describing how Trana was fine one minute and covered in puke the next, before she leaned over and deposited some more on the floor in front of her. It wasn’t uncommon. The running theory was that Trana, not particularly a lightweight when compared to the general population, couldn’t hold on to that much liquid at once. Compared to the rest of the band, Trana had a tendency to be messy.

Pickles and Natalie did some eyebrow lifting before Natalie started to crack up. Natalie closed the distance and got all up in Pickles business (standard fare for when they were faded, not like Pickles minded after putting the five-bowl piece to good use.) “Hey, Pickles. Pickles. What if we go watch The Little Mermaid in your room?”

Natalie swallowed the lingering plant mass in her numb mouth and dropped her shoulders when Trana started to cry and Murderface started telling her to “clean this bullshit up!” 

Natalie rolled her eyes, but she was already turning towards the sound. “Shit, we gotta check on her, don’t we?”

In the living room, Stina was trying to tie up what dry hair Trana had while she was trying to move forward and slump to the floor. “Shh, Trana, stays right here where you are, don’ts move, stops-” 

Through sobs and belches, Trana started to mumble, “Ok, I cleans it up, I can dos it, I needs…” still spitting up mouthfuls of swill. 

Natalie grabbed her from behind by the armpits to scoot her back onto the couch. Luckily, Trana didn’t fight this time. Pickles put a stray trash can in Trana’s hands and rested a hand on her wet forearm, which was a horrible mistake, but taking her hand away wouldn’t make it smell less like Trana-puke. It didn’t scare her: when Natalie moved Trana back, Stina moved back to sit fully on the couch, providing space for Pickles to perch on the coffee table right in front of Trana with her boots sitting in the puddle of pink, wet flakes.

“Hey, don’t worry about it dude, relax... Wilma’s full of shit.”

“I’m what?! Are you seriousch?”

Pickles whipped her head to the side to talk to Wilma directly. “Yeah, I sure am fuckin serious! Dooya really think she can do that right now? Jesus Chriest!” 

“Look at this shit!”

“Dude, we pay people to clean it up!”

“Oh, yeah… Wait, not until the morning!”

“And?! Get a fuckin’ towel to cover it like we always do and keep your fuckin’ shoes on!”

“Stops,” said the metal trash can sitting on Trana’s knees. Pickles turned her attention back for a moment to shush her, putting one hand on the trash can to keep it from spilling on her if Trana suddenly stopped holding herself up. Wilma sucked her teeth.

“Sure, sure, I’ll keep my damn shoesthchs on when you shtop talking about my ‘crusty cliffhangersh’-”

“AYE. DOHN’T. DOO. THAT! Get it right! Fuck! Fucking listen to who talks to you, are you deaf?-”

 Stina uncrossed her legs and let her hand fall from Trana’s shoulder to her the small of her back, and looked over her shoulder at Wilma, interrupting Pickles.“Look, Murderface, I’ll stop talkings about your fucking toes when theys looks normal-”

Trana moaned and heaved up a short splatter. “Aw, sees what they dos to Trana, look at hers!” Stina started to rub her back again until Trana leaned towards her…

Natalie came back into the room like the smell of toast at the start of an aneurysm, and there was an awkward silence save for Trana sighing and coughing until Natalie cleared her throat.

“ ‘Sup?”

She froze up looking at the coffee table with eyes so thickly glazed they may as well have been strawberry-flavored donettes.

“Whats, Natalies?” 

“What’s whats? Which whats?”

“I said whats Natalie! You am not makings any sense, ‘ ‘sup, fuckings’...”

“Hey…” Trana interrupted, taking her head out of the trash can. The wet front sections of her hair were stuck to the inside its metal walls, and she grew fidgety. “I’m… I think I wansts go to bed, please.”

Pickles reached forward towards Trana. “Ahlright, Murderface, can you-”

“Oh fuck no! You can’t just dump her on me this time.”

Pickles could have smacked her, if it wouldn’t send her ice skating in sick. “Jesus fuck, Wilma! Shit! I just wanted to ask you to take the damn trayshcan, that’s all.”

“I’ll help her get up to her room. I gotta change clothes anyway.” Stina got up and Natalie took her place beside Trana, pulling all of her brown hair back, committing herself to dirty hands. With the trash can placed gently on the ground, Natalie held Trana up with an arm around her back, which seemed to be the only dry part of her. Trana was better on her feet than Natalie expected, and they walked up the stairs together.

To avoid breathing too deeply through her nose, Natalie scratched around in her mind for some small talk. Trana reeked of chunky, pink pineapple juice and cheese. Something wet and bready squished under Natalie’s fingers as she led Trana around by her waist. “Trana, you hear me?”

“Yeah.”

“Bitch, you have to stop drinkin’ like this. At least give us a fucking warning, ok? We-”

“Natalies, I fucked up with the wines, ok? I knows what I’m doins-”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah seriouslies! Only serious, total confidensk, I’m, I’m so smart Natalies, you have nos ideas how much. You…”

“Trana, you are smart, ok?”

“Yeah, I ams! I’ve.. am so smart!”

“Pick up your feet.”

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    Stina didn’t want to hang around Trana’s mess and went off to her room, followed by Murderface. Higher than the motherfucking night sky, Pickes kept watching the Bachelorette from the floor in front of the coffee table. 

    “Stina, is it really that bad?”

    “What’s really that bads?” She always looked phenomenal, laid up in an old bra and a pair of plaid cotton pajama shorts. She changed just in case any lingering traces of Trana were stuck to her. Wilma struggled to keep her eyes up in Stina’s hair. They kept falling into the gap of Stina’s cup and thinking about how warm iher breasts might be…

    It made the topic at-hand more embarrassing, but she’d think about it for weeks if she didn’t bring it up. Fuck, she’d probably obsess about whatever Stina said anyway. Trana was always kissing Stina’s feet, but Wilma definitely was a victim to the appeal.

    “Uh, my toes.”

    Stina moved the guitar off her lap and looked off towards the corner of her throw.

    “No, it’s not bad. You just needs different sandals.”

    “Huh?”

    “That’s what’s ams cliffhangers. When your toes am over the fronts of the shoe.”

    “You’re just jealous since you rolled your ankle-”

    “Ams no one jealous of fuckings… platform flip flops. Eugh.”

    Wilma laid on the foot of the bed on her back, flipping through the contacts on her dethphone while Stina practiced until she noticed the sound getting less crisp and less regular… Stina’s head drifted back before her fingers stopped moving, and she fell asleep with her mouth open.

    Wilma slid off the bed slowly, but not softly enough to keep Stina from snapping back to life and twitching her fingers over the strings again. “Where yous going?”

    “To bed.” Wilma’s chest got as tight as a shrunk grow-a-dino sponge with a sudden awareness of the size and shape of her shadow across Stina’s bedroom floor.

    “-If you wants to. You can stays, too.”

    Wilma laid down where Stina patted the bed, closer than she expected. She slept alongside her, fluttering with validation and buzzing with fantasy.