#ive had that one sit in my docs for a while

[aerofbreath]

Chapter 1 - An Intervention

Danny sighed as he walked down the long and almost endless halls of his castle, an aura forming around him in a way that’s almost depressing. Whenever he would pass a ghostly castle worker, they would only nod their heads at him in sympathy. It’s been 2 years since the dreadful Incident. Right down to the very day. The Death Day of everyone in Amity Park… The Death Day of Jack, Maddie, and Jazz Fenton. Although it’s been two years, he still remembers it like it was yesterday. On this specific day, every time he would close his eyes, he would only see the look of saddened determination on his parents’ faces as they pushed him through the Portal. He can only see the look of sister’s face, fearing for him and for everyone else in the room. He can only see the Portal exploding itself shut. The crater that now built the entirety of Amity Park.

It always gets harder as the years go by, even it has been a couple years so far. Danny will never think it can get better so the only way to move on is to work hard to make things better. Primarily for those he is able to help. In this case, it’s his subjects of the Infinite Realms.

Over the course of two years, Danny has worked hard to make the Realms a better place. He decided to throw himself into finishing his studies. He caught up to where he would have been before the Incident and even finished his schooling. He hired specific ghosts whose obsessions is to teach. What better way to fulfill those obsessions than to teach The King of the Infinite Realms? He passed with flying colors over the course of a few months and spent the rest of his time until now studying courses that he would have chosen for college. He learned all that he could about space and the sciences. He’s even learned about businesses and how to create one, not that he would even need it. He figured that because his parents tried so hard to get him into the family business, it would be an homage to them. He supposes that it can help him manage the Realms better. The Observants can be a bit… much, but he’s managed to whip them into shape.

Kind of.

Whatever.

Danny finally stopped in front of his room. A living quarters within the castle grounds. For the second year in a row, he plans on spending this dreadful day in his room mourning the loss of everyone he loved. Before he could even grab the handle to go inside, he could hear voices from behind the door.

“I don't know Kitty, as much as it's a great idea, I don't think he'll agree to this. Like, at all,” Ember's voice sounded concerned.

Kitty responded, her voice booming from beyond the door, “He will! He will! This is the perfect opportunity for him to start getting better!”

“I'm already fine as I am,” Danny sighed as he finally entered his room. “Now, before I ask what the hell you guys were talking about, I am going to ask what the hell you're all doing in my room?”

Danny looked all around his room. Besides Kitty and Ember who were sitting by a table usually for personal meetings, it seems that Skulker is a part of whatever stupid party this is. Skulker’s looking all around the frames that decorated the room, suspiciously looking like he's about to do something. Danny just wants to know what that something is.

Ember scoffed, putting on an innocent look, “What do you mean? This door was perfectly unlocked! For all we know, this could have just been anyone's room!”

The King looked at Ember incredulously before pinching the bridge of his nose. “You've all been in here before. Don't try to think you haven't been here before. Try again. I really don't want to be doing this today, guys.”

“We just wanted to check up on you, little King,” Kitty said after a moment. “Today was the perfect day to do that. You're clearly upset and we're just really good friends that want to make sure you're, like, not gonna lose your mind… or something.”

Danny sighed, relaxing his shoulders, “Or something.”

“Or something! We weren't even talking about anything,” Ember spoke loudly, interrupting whatever Kitty was going to say next, “In fact, we were just leaving. Right, Kitty?” The musician stood up abruptly, almost knocking out the chair she was sitting on.

“The fuck, Ember? We're not just leaving. I don't know why you’re so pressed about this. I'm actually trying to help here. Skulker, do something about your GF!”

Danny made no effort to move around from the front of the doorway, confusion only growing from Ember's unnatural acts and Kitty being her usual self. He turned to look at Skulker, still looking at all the frames in front of him. The frames he’s specifically looking at are of his family. There were only a few photos that he was able to salvage from the Incident, mainly because they were already in the bag that he brought with him to the Infinite Realms. Those frames are the only things he has left before the memory of their faces erases from his memory.

“They both fear you are lonely, ghost child,” Skulker eventually says after an uncomfortable silence, “Kitty has put out the idea that you go back to the Human Realm so that you may be… happy.”

Danny looked at Skulker who only looked back as if he was not the one for negotiation. “We understand that today is, for lack of better terms, not a good day, but Kitty suggests that you can't just sit here and wallow.”

“I-” Ember started, looking guilty, “We just wanted to make sure you're happy, Danny. I think you need more time to rest-”

“Look, kid,” Kitty interrupted, stepping closer to a silent Danny, “Us ghosties are so glad that you've been helping out here in the Realms. Honestly, since Pariah Dark, things have never been better! But you're pulling yourself too thin, Danny. We're worried about you! Pandora is worried about you. CW won't say shit about anything but that's just how he is. Fuck, even Walker is worried about you! Mainly because he wants you to get off his back about the way he likes to control his lair. The ‘Phantom Zone’ he wants to claim it as. Honestly, what's up with that name? Trying to steal your thunder or something? He could've thought of a much better name, like the Buffer Zone or the Still Zone. Oh! Or maybe just Jail? Yeah, maybe Ghost Jail or something.”

“Kitty, you're rambling,” Skulker suddenly spoke, already appearing closer to Ember.

“You're also not saying anything, Rockstar,” Ember then said, rubbing her arm nervously, “Why aren't you saying anything? Like, I need you to give us an opinion or something. Maybe say that ‘Hey, this is a great idea! Thanks Kitty and Ember, I will award you will a bajillion ghost dollars or something.’”

Danny merely stood at the front of his door, really trying to put together everything that they've had to say. While yes, he has been working his ass off just trying to make things better for everyone, he hasn't been putting time for himself at all. He's been fulfilling his obsessions in a way, but he can't do everything he wants inside the Realms. But, people need him. Humans are after him and all of his citizens. He can't just leave.

“I can't just leave,” he finally forms the words. Kitty and Ember's shoulders slump in disappointment. “People need me here. They need a King to rule them. Plus, it’s dangerous for me. I can't leave the Realms anymore. The GIW are still out there and for all we know, they're just waiting for me to show up. I'll be hunted and not in a fun way,” Danny only glances at Skulker before looking back at the two women, “Plus, there's no reason for me to go back. Everyone that ever mattered to me has disappeared or died. I don't see myself going back to the Human Realm unless I am being requested there.”

The three other ghosts looked over at Danny, really trying to process the words he’s said. “So,” Ember started, thinking hard on what to say next “What? You're just gonna say no?”

“Yes, I am just gonna say no. There's no one there waiting for me. There are no tasks that are so big that require me personally to go out.”

“What if there is something that needs you to go out? This could be the perfect opportunity for you to just be, well, you,” Kitty said, crossing her arms, “‘Cause I'm not gonna lie, kid, you're kinda insufferable. I can't do shit!”

“Because it's dangerous, Kitty!” Danny raised his voice, finally making an effort to move in his room. His steps seem to drag on the ground, despondent about the topic. “I am doing my best to keep everyone safe. I made an order that no more of my subjects go out to the Human Realm for their own safety. That includes you, Kitty.”

“That's no fun!” KItty crossed her arms, a foot stomping on the ground like a stubborn rabbit. “I haven't been able to enjoy myself and Johnny and I haven't been able to go on our crazy dates!”

“Look,” Danny sighed, now standing in front of the photo frames that Skulker once was, “I don't want to hear this right now. You can file a complaint to Fright Knight. I'm sure he'll gladly help you, but my word is final. No one is to leave the Infinite Realms for their own safety. You know what humans can do.”

Kitty looked at Danny, glaring daggers into the side of his head, “Don't forget you're also human, kid. Even if it's only half. We can all tell that you're not happy.”

“Yeah, Danny,” Ember finally spoke. She and Skulker are standing side by side, not really liking where the conversation is going, “Even Spectra is thriving right now and I can't tell if it's you she's unconsciously feeding off of.”

“Yeah, well, she can go fuck off somewhere. I'm only 19. She's got about a year left before she goes back to her usual self.”

“Ghost child… Danny,” Skulker said. He's not really the one to really address Danny by his name. Hell, he doesn't even call him by his formal title as king. Not that he minds, but still. Danny turns his head to face Skulker who is just standing there awkwardly, “At least visit the human realm. When was the last time you fed into your obsessions?”

Danny didn't answer the question. As much as the guy is kind of insufferable to deal with, Skulker makes a pretty good point. While, in a way, he's been feeding his Protection Obsession, he hasn't really been doing anything about his secondary obsession which is Space. He hasn't been able to look out in the stars even if he knows that there's no way that the GIW will find him in freaking space. He's just afraid that if he goes back out, everything will happen all over again. The pain and the loss. He can't do that again.

“Just leave, guys,” Danny said after a long silence. “I'll think about what you've all said, but don't get your hopes up.”

Ember and Skulker left without an issue, saying their solemn goodbyes. Kitty was the last to leave, but she ended up having the last word, “You're killing yourself, Danny. Quite literally too given that it's been years since you last used your human form. You think your family would like to see you being something you don't like being? Really think about what we've said. Despite everything, it's still you.” Kitty didn't close the door behind her.

Danny now sat in the empty room, the silence ringing in his ears. He knows that his friends make a very valid point but in all honesty, he's scared. He's scared of going outside of his comfort zone. The last time he did something so outrageous, his entire family got killed. The worst part, he didn't avenge them. He’s afraid that if he goes out to the Human Realm, the first thing he'll do is enact revenge. Then, he'll give all the humans a reason to agree with the GIW and all their misinformation.

He looked over to the frames that adorn the room. Really, it barely fits a corner of the wall. They mainly stay on one side of his room right by his bed. That way, he can easily look at them from when he lays in bed. It's not a lot of photos. He can count all of them with just one hand.

“It's been two years,” Danny began to speak, his voice echoing in the empty, “When are you guys finally going to show yourselves? I can't find your ghosts anywhere. That either means you're alive somewhere or you decided to die without any regrets.”

Nothing replies.

“You died not regretting leaving me alone. Just when we finally started being happy together.”

Nobody responds.

“I'm going to keep doing what I'm doing as King. If you guys don't like it, you'll just have to tell me to my face.”

There's no one else there.

[yourstrulyrani]

hii um actually ive never done this before and im kinda nervous but yeah.

uh so i know most drabbles/fanfics (esp with x reader) talk about simon riley being like "unworthy" of love or something and while i feel like that is true about his character it just gets repetitive sometimes so why not one where he just realizes that this is just what he needed, it's what was missing. not that he was unworthy or something, he just never pursued it.

okay!! thank you :3

a/n: omg hii please don’t be nervous!! you’re all good, i opened my requests up for a reason so please feel free! im guessing you read my last work & i honestly feel the same way. it does get repetitive but it is pretty fun to write/read about. i adore the angst. i love your idea and i feel simon (like anyone else) would love to his fullest once he realizes he's a little too single LMAO. i hope this is what you were looking for 🥲👍���

simon riley x medic!f!reader wc: 1460 .. part two

Ghost was drowning in missions. At the end of his deployment, he was exhausted. He walked onto base, eyes heavy with the need to sleep and muscles aching with the need of a hot shower to soothe them. He dropped his bag by the door of his dorm but was welcomed with the reminder to go to the medbay for a routine evaluation. He only had a few cuts and scratches so he was close to simply ditching, but a few minutes with the medic wouldn't hurt.

Ghost walked to the medical wing on base, his legs heavy to the point he stomped with each step. He entered the medical center, seeing you in the dim light writing the inventory of some medical supplies on a clipboard. He knocked on the door to make his present known, which he knew worked when you turned around.

"Oh. Hi, LT. Good..." You trailed off to look at the clock on the wall which had its minute hand a little past midnight, "morning?" You both were surprised that both of you were on base this late, but sometimes duty calls for it. As the team's medic, you sometimes use the late nights for medical reports. Ghost uses his late nights for mission reports and to sleep over on base when he's too tired to drive back home. Simon takes notice of your eyes, the light casting shadows just right to show how your eyelids slightly droop, most definitely from a lack of sleep.

Ghost sits on one of the vacant beds. "You're up late, Doc." Simon now internally cringes at the fact he's here so late. "I can leave. I just came over because of the—"

"Evaluations after every deployment. Yeah. No worries. You can stay, this won't take long." You take the current paper off the clipboard, walking over to your desk to replace it with a form to put in Ghost's file later. You have been here for some time, but Ghost's presence makes you shake in your own boots sometimes. You can't help it: A 6'4 man who's built like a tank who operates like one too? You once saw him at the fitness center bench pressing well over your weight, and you were wondering if you should clench your thighs closer together or be scared of the man. You decided on both.

You walk over to where Ghost is seated and analyze his physical appearance. With his mask still on and an army-green short-sleeved t-shirt and jeans on, you look for any injuries you can. Your eyes trail along his tattooed right arm, adorned with skulls, flames, and other drawings. His other arm is bare, instead marked with fresh scratches and cuts, most likely from the missions he was on during his recent deployment.

A few minutes pass and you continue with your checkup while writing on the clipboard. You found a gash on his upper bicep which you're now tending to, albeit with some struggle due to Simon's stubborn nature:

"Lift up your sleeve, please."

"But it's just a gash, doc."

"A gash that, forbid, gets bacteria in it and gets infected. Then I'll be the one amputating that same arm. It's called necrotizing fasciitis."

"Why would they invent something like a bloody fascist infection?"

You giggle while cleaning up his wound at the encounter a few minutes ago, unaware that it may seem weird that you're laughing out of the blue. Ghost notices, "What's so funny?" You can see his eyes squint under the balaclava, the only piece of facial expression you'll ever have from him.

"You called a medical term fascist, sir."

He grunted. "Sounded like it." You noticed how his accent elongated the word "like" and you thought it was hot.

Gosh, get a grip.

You grab the dressing, Simon on cue lifting up his arm to give you better access, his bicep bulging. You wrap it around his gash following the bandage, finally patching him up for tonight. Ghost tests it out. He holds his shoulder with the opposite hand and moves his arm in a circle. He can feel the compression of the dressing and bandage around his gash, already knowing you did a good job as always. He nods in approval, "Thanks, Doc."

You smile warmly, and Simon felt his own heart skipping a beat at it. You were tired he could tell, even more now probably from taking care of him but your smile was still radiant. He saw your eyes squinting as you smiled, a tell-tale sign that your smile was genuine. He watches you take off your gloves and scoot back on the rolling stool to stand up, “Feel free to call me or come back to the clinic if you notice anything wrong with the bandage, like if it gets wet or a strong odor. I need you to heal, okay?” The concern in your voice makes Simon melt. He knows you're a doctor, a damn phenomenal one at that and it’s in your nature to care for people, but he wonders what it would be like for someone to care for him like this exclusively just because. Ghost nods compliantly, “Will do.” Ghost stands up and walks out with a soft “Goodnight.”

Simon drove home that night, deciding that he needed the comfort of his home since his dorm was too small. His next deployment wasn’t until a few weeks, so he had plenty of time to spare in England for now. Simon placed the keys into the door and walked inside. Like always, he was welcome with a minimally decorated home. He never saw the point in decorating a house with a person who wouldn’t see it a majority of the time, but he couldn’t help but think when he walked in: The house needs something.

Too tired for a shower and afraid to get his wound wet now, he plops upstairs on his bed. For the first time in his life, Simon’s bed felt...empty. He couldn’t help but think when he laid his head on the pillow: This bed needs something.

His mind failed to rest when he woke up in the afternoon. The sheets fell to his waist when he sat up and his hair was sticking out in all sorts of directions. When he went to the shower to clean himself off from his long deployment finally, he couldn’t help but think: This bathroom feels so empty. All that was on his sink was a holder for his single toothbrush and a single tube of toothpaste, along with a single hairbrush and some soap. Everything in his house came solo.

He walked out of the en-suite bathroom and noticed how singular his bedroom was. The single bedside table, the single pillow, the single blanket, the closet with clothes only for him. Heading downstairs with singularity in his head, he observed his kitchen. The tea kettle stood alone, the utensils were enough only for him, and so was the food in the fridge. Simon never thought his house was this empty until now and he almost feels guilty...embarrassed. Having a home should mean having a space to make yours, to decorate it with photos and to make it lived-in. But what is there to decorate and make lively when there is no one to do it with?

The thought continues to linger on as the days go by, getting stronger with the time.

The garden needs flowers.

I should buy some houseplants.

I should buy a throw blanket.

A few more mugs wouldn't hurt.

Like a usual Brit, he enjoys a cup of tea in the afternoon. Simon then realizes, with his single cup of tea in hand, that this house does not need something, but he himself is in need of someone. He has never felt like there was a void to be filled in life, but he feels obligated to do it now. Countless years of living a solitary life, and now all he yearns for is someone to cherish.

Simon is in need of you.

If you were here, he would have two bedside tables, a lot of pillows, and a closet with clothes enough for the both of you. He’d have more than a pair of shoes in the shoe rack. A house lived-in and a heart devoted.

Most importantly, he would have you.

Simon remembers what you said: “Feel free to call me or come back to the clinic...like if it gets wet..."

Simon took no time in hesitating to go to the bathroom sink and wet the bandage up. He didn't care if he could get a fascist infection or whatever it was called, as long as he got another chance to see your pretty face again.

(i feel like this needs a part two but idk)

~ yours truly, rani ♥︎

[churipu]

( OO4 ) ★ bloody mess , nanami kento

featuring. nanami kento x reader

warnings. mentions of blood, mentions of a lot of different pet names (sweetheart, love, etc.), hospital raahhh, anesthesia.

note. WHO'S BACK DOING THE 1K EVENT LAJSOS IM SO SORRY :< THIS ONE IS A BIT SHORT???

ENTRY ( OO4 ) OF THE "INTO THE IPINVERSE" MILESTONE

"quick question, how much blood do i have to let out to be deemed hospital worthy?" "a lot." "oh, well — that's not good."

tags: @sad-darksoul @sweeneyblue1 @idkuluka @colorful-happy-shit @tomie-it-girl

the room reeked of blood. if you get a gist of it — you'd likely think of death.

you held your phone in between your shoulder and your ear, slightly trembling as your muscle stretched. chewing your lip in frustration, the device ringing.

once.

twice.

thri—

"hi, sweetheart."

you sighed out in relief, "hi kento, i have a really quick question because i'm trying not to freak out—"

nanami immediately cuts you off, "is something wrong? what happened y/n?"

"quick question, how much blood do i have to let out to be deemed hospital worthy?" you asked him, eyeing the trail of crimson streaming down your ring and pinky finger — blowing on it softly, foot drumming impatiently. what a bloody mess.

nanami was silent for a few seconds, but you could make out a brief, "a lot."

that's when you finally let out a panicked but calm, "oh, well — that's not good."

the male on the other line shuffled a bit, and you made out a few static noises, "what happened, sweetheart? did you hurt yourself?" he softly asks you.

"um . . . i cut myself cutting fruits. it's stupid but — i was trying to imitate fruit ninja . . ." you explained, full of shame. yet again, from the other line, nanami shuffled; creating out static noises, "i should probably head to the hospital, right?"

"apply pressure on the wound, i'm already around the corner, love. keep on talking with me." he replies back calmly.

you did what he told you to do without ending the call, wincing every once in a while from the jolt of pain.

soon enough, nanami burst from the front door — his eyes finding your sitting form, a cotton pad wrapped around your bloodied fingers. with rushed steps, he approaches you, softly grabbing your hand, inspecting the wound.

"come here pretty," he softly mumbles, tugging you gently, "we're going to the hospital."

two stitches.

because you decided to imitate fruit ninja — in your defense, it seemed really cool in the games.

with an IV attached to your other hand, you laid on the bed, half droopy as the anesthesia had already spread through your veins. limp and tired, a hard cast covering your wounded hand to press on the stitches.

"please keep watch of their hands, and try not to move it a lot during the healing process — come back in approximately two weeks time for cast and stitches disposal." you could definitely hear a doctor say — clueless to you or to nanami.

but you answered them nonetheless, slurring out incoherent words, "oh . . . doctor, yeah! okay, mhm, i got you, doc, i'll be back soon."

a few chuckling erupted and you shut your eyes, feeling fatigue take over, "how are you feeling, darling?"

fluttering your eyes open, you nod, "good. how about you, ken?"

nanami brushed your cheek gently, staring at your droopy state affectionately, his elbow prepped up on the hospital bed, "i'm good as well. are you still in pain?"

you shook your head with a stupid smile, "nope, just peachy," you smiled, "i have a dress on my finger—" proudly raising your index finger up, where the pulse oximeter was.

"it looks wonderful, sweetheart," nanami softly threaded his calloused fingers with yours, kissing your knuckles.

the wound was worse than he thought. at first, nanami didn't know whether to be worried about your poor choice of action or your wound in all honesty, but at this point — he's doing both at the same time.

the male was in the middle of a meeting with the gojo satoru when you called.

"right? and — i think they stole my fingers," you whispered, eyes darting around here and there before eventually trying to raise up your wounded hand. to which nanami prevented by carefully putting it down to your side, on the bed.

"i promise your fingers are there, darling." nanami chuckled at your behavior under the anesthesia.

"no, no. i swear, i can't feel them — the people stole my fingers while you were not here," you refer to the doctor and the couple of nurses who tended to you earlier, "go check them, i swear, ken. my fingers are gone."

cute. you were very cute. nanami knew he shouldn't be laughing at all, but the way you acted right now was . . . very out of character. the passion swirling in your eyes as you try to convince him that your fingers were stolen.

"angel, i promise. they're there, attached." he moved a few strands of your hair away from your face, "you can be angry at me if they aren't there."

bad choices of words. because the very next second, you were trying to pry open your cast to take a quick look at your fingers.

"no, no. darling, you shouldn't touch that," nanami stood up, carefully holding your unharmed hand. preventing it from gnawing at your harmed hand.

"'m trying to prove something here, ken . . ." you rolled your eyes, leaning back onto the bed, "let me go," your whines made him smile.

"darling, 'ts not good to touch it now. we'll get it taken off in a while," you softly whine at his words.

"'ts too long. my fingers . . ."

nanami cupped your face and pressed a chaste kiss onto your lips, "they're there darling, i promise." he held out his pinky.

you childishly nodded, intertwining your pinky with his, "okay. promise."

"are they there?" nanami asks, holding your unharmed hand as he used his other hand to steer the steering wheel of his car.

it had been at least a couple of hours, and the anesthesia was slowly leaving your system — enough for you to be dismissed from the hospital. here you were, sitting in his passenger's seat, "are what there?" you questioned back, still feeling a bit droopy.

"your fingers."

in confusion you stare at him, "of course they are, in here." you mumbled, raising up your casted hand.

nanami chuckled, this was only something he and you (under the influence) knew.

© CHURIPU 2024 , DO NOT COPY OR REPOST ANYWHERE

[the-winter-spider]

Good Guy | S.H

Word count: 1k

Warnings: None? Angst?

A/N: Yall i havent posted in ages, im still very much active reading everyone elses writings buuut im deciding to go thru and post everything i have in my docs, maybe finally fix my master list 💀🤭 we’ll see! Enjoy

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You were sitting on the edge of his bed, your legs dangling over as you turned to look over your shoulder at him snoring peacefully while you were holding your breath trying to savour this moment before the reality of what happened last night crushed you.

You knew what it was, it was ‘the world is most likely ending and the girl ive been in love with since high school still doesn’t love me back’ sex. Because there was no logical way Steve had feelings for you of any sort that would make him want to tear your clothes off and litter your bruised and scarred body with such tender kisses, whispering the sweetest of words in your ear, then proceed to hold you in his arms while he falls asleep.

There was no way in any world upside right or down that it was anything more than that.

You sighed, finally pushing yourself off the bed, tip-toeing around his room to gather the pieces of your clothing, ushering as quickly and quietly to his bathroom as you could. You wanted to avoid the mirror so bad, you were disgusted with yourself, not for sleeping with him, no but for letting your self think for a mere second that it was anything but sex to him. In all honesty it was probably just an itch he wanted to scratch, you were probably just a flavour of ice cream he was lingering on for a while something no one else in their right mind would pick but once you’ve tried all the other flavours you were the only one left.

Pathetic. That's all you were, you slipped off his boxers letting your tears hit the ground with them. The cotton fabric catches your salty waters as they hit the tile.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid” you whispered to yourself pulling on own clothes, before sliding out of his room and house.

The morning spring air hit you refreshingly as you closed your eyes, stopping to gather your thoughts for a brief moment, steadying yourself and the whirlwind of emotions going through your head.

You knew you had to hurry home and change to be ready to meet at the Wheeler's house for 9:00am sharp to discuss your next moves with Vecna, and arriving with Steve while you were still in yesterday’s clothes would raise suspicion, questions and leave you open for friendly banter and teasing but more importantly you didnt wanna still be at Steve’s house when he woke up, you couldn't handle seeing the pure regret in his eyes, the shame that would be radiating off of him, surely that would be your tipping point.

You looked at your watch, 9:00AM “Shit” you mumbled, downing the rest of your coffee like it was a shot at a party, you quickly tied the laces on your converse before running across the street to the Wheelers.

You let out a huff of hair, running your hand through your hair before knocking, the door whipped open revealing Robin “Oh! I'm so glad to see you” She grabbed your arm, yanking you inside, “We've been here all but maybe 10 minutes and everyone is already arguing” She threw her hands up “Can you believe that? it's too early for this!” You reached the door to the basement as Robin loudly started troting down “Y/n is finally here!”

You reached the bottom of the stairs giving a small wave and smile looking everywhere but the brown haired boy in the corner whose eyes you could feel piercing into you “Hi” your voice quiet before manurving your way to the side, far away from Steve.

You were sitting legs crossed on the wheelers couch, you could hear a buzzing surrounding you, squeezing your eyes shut, rubbing your temples you weren’t sure if at this point if it was the headache you’ve been nursing for a few days, the lack of sleep, or all the tears you cried this morning in Steve’s bathroom. All the voices of your friends overlapping one another mushing into a single sound.

tick, tick, tick, tick

“So we now know Max is one of Vecna’s targets, we just have to.…” Nancy spoke her voice trailing off as you tuned it out. Their chatter immersed into one inconvenient noise to you, the pounding in your head overpowering the conversation no one cared that you weren't taking part in. Even though you have always been more of a listener, never giving suggestions because someone always had a better one. You were just here to do as you were told and make sure no one else got hurt because they all had families, parents, people who loved them, you didn’t. And if one of your dumb ideas led to the possibility of one of them getting hurt or worse ending up dead, you would never be able to forgive yourself, so you stayed out of it.

You found picking at your pant leg was a better distraction, wasting all the energy you had on making the hole in your pants bigger than it already was, revealing a scar on your knee that you obtained last year running from russians, when for a brief moment the buzzing stopped and your sense zeroed in on the trickling cool wetness you felt on your upper lip and your eyes growing wide as you watched a single droplet of blood land on your jeans.

You moved your hand to catch the rest of the droplets when you looked up your eyes met Max’s, her eyebrows raised in shock before they softened as she watched a tear run down your cheek “Guys” she spoke, her voice could barely be heard over Steve arguing with Nancy that he didn’t want to be a babysitter anymore “GUYS!” she screamed even louder as all eyes turned to her

Steve and Nancy both turned their heads to her yelling “What?!”

Max lifted up her hand, directing her finger to point directly at you, suddenly one by one all pairs of eyes turned to you

“Holy shit” Dustin muttered “Holy shit!” He got louder as he pieced it together.

“No” Steve froze “No, no, no” He was panicking suddenly the room felt heavy, the air was leaving his lungs as he watched blood dripping from your nose.

[theonemeathead]

Sniper x Reader, "Say My Name"

[NSFW!!] im soooo normal about sniper from tf2. ive actually had this fic sitting around for a while, just keep forgetting to post it!

tws for the use of the word 'sheila', implied fem reader. enjoy!

You had no idea how it had gotten to this point. One moment you were laughing, cutting up with everyone over a game of cards, next thing, you were in a full-blown heated argument with your lover. Hardly, did you and Sniper ever truly argue, and when you did, it was normally you fussing at him, and him, sitting there, calm and level-headed, listening. There were a few outlier moments (like all long-term relationships), where things got bad, but never like this.

Now, you were standing in his camper, both of you spatting at each other as it escalated from frustration to a full-on screaming match. And it didn't seem to get any better. Sniper had said something during the game and it set you off for the night; Something about how 'he can see the looks you give the others'. Now, you understood Sniper was possessive, but the way he snapped at you earlier had stuck with you. And the worst part? He didn't even say sorry. You knew it was irrational to be upset, but things had been piling up for days, and this was the breaking point; The final drop of water into a cracking dam of emotions.

"Don't give me that, sheila, I'm not in the mood," He turned his back to you, waving you off with his hand as he marched towards the fridge. It always bothered you when he seemed disinterested in your arguments.

"Oh, you're not in the mood? What about me? What about how I feel?!" You huffed, crossing your arms. You waited for him to respond, slightly trembling with anger as he seemed to dismiss you, inspecting the label of a beer he found instead. "You accuse me of being disloyal and then ignore me? That's unfair, and you know it—"

"It's not an accusation if I'm tellin' the truth, yeah? Crikey, I see the way the doc treats ya on the battlefield, sheila, I'm not bloody blind!" He slammed the glass bottle on the counter, whipping around to face you with such ferocity that, for the first time ever, you had actually feared him. You stood your ground, shrinking slightly as he stomped towards you, his voice getting louder and angrier as he did. "And I ignored it, brushed it off as simple banter, yeah? But when he started touchin' ya, feelin' up on what's mine?"

"He doesn't 'feel up on me', Sniper. He's doing a rushed medical examination, I would know if it was sexually charged." You bit back, a slight snarl forming on your lips. Sniper froze. You never called him by his title, only when you were really upset. You knew it got to him, would agitate him more.

"That's not my name, roo."

Woah. You immediately felt your face flush red. The way his tone darkened, the way he stood as still as a tree over you, it made your thighs squeeze together. You'd be lying if you denied it didn't get you hot under the collar, the predatory gaze in his eyes as he spoke. Even with a raised voice, there was a certain underlying gravel in his tone that followed. No sane person should be turned on by their boyfriend's anger, but you could tell Sniper was about 30 seconds away from pushing you up against the nearest surface and showing you who you belong to.

"You're Sniper when you're mean."

You swallowed thickly, noticing how he kept pursuing you. You backed up, stopping abruptly when you hit the farthest wall in his camper van. He slammed his hands on either side of your face, leaning down as he growled slightly in your ear. You pushed yourself, flush, against the wall. You pushed your legs together, your knees threatening to buckle just from the sheer ecstasy that was Sniper's voice whispering, dirty talking you, right in your ear.

"You wanna see mean, love? I'll show you mean."

You felt goosebumps pin up all over your body. Before you could retort, Sniper had latched himself onto your neck. He would start with a kiss, the sweetness of his lips a cruel cover-up for when he sunk his sharp canines into the same spot. He left multiple dark, visible marks, most starting at your jaw, trailing down into your nape and ending near your collarbone. He wanted to claim you, show everyone you were his.

You wanted to fight back; To be a general nuisance and continue arguing... but it was obvious it would be futile. He was going to put you in your place, regardless. He was Sniper, like you said, after all.

He didnt even bother to strip you completely. He hastily unbuttoned your pants, slipping them down with your panties in one swift motion. The clothing articles sat at your knees, effectively hindering your ability to run away, if you so desired. You were flipped over so your back was turned to him instead, now. Instinctively, you put your hands against the wall to brace yourself. With one hand on his cock, the other on your shoulder, he began, teasingly, rubbing the head of his length against your core. You whined, grinding back to get any sort of relief. You felt the rumbling of his low laugh, as if he was getting off on how desperate you were. Here you were, acting all high and mighty, now reduced to a brainless toy for him to play with.

"What's the matter, roo? Need somethin'?"

"Mundy, please—" He took a fistful of your hair, yanking on it to force you to arch. Your head leaned back, giving you an upside-down view of the sinister smirk on his face.

"Oh, I'm Mundy again? I don't think so, love. You asked for this." He punctuated his sentence with a deep thrust, bottoming out fully inside you in one movement. It caught you off guard, eliciting an involuntary moan. You felt your eyes water, your walls squeezing and constricting around Sniper's lengthy cock.

He started off agonizingly slow, pulling almost all the way out, just to push himself back in to the hilt. You could feel his tip brushing against your cervix, making you wet with even more need than before. Normally, he was an animal. When he was horny, he didn't hesitate to hold back on ravaging your body. But, this was Sniper, the trained assassin that could wait hours to get the perfect shot. He was a hunter, a man who didn't 'muck about' when it came to ensnaring his prey. This wasn't your typical, sweet boyfriend who went on camping trips and sang you poor covers of songs by The Who.

His pace quickened with desperation. Vulgar sounds of skin hitting skin echoed through the quietness of his vehicle, followed by a harmony of whimpers and mewls from you as he fucked into your body ruthlessly. He let go of your hair, instead, he dug his nails into the meat of your hips, leaving crescent-shaped indents in his wake. His grip was bruising, along with his thrusts now. You still held yourself up against the wall, albeit shakily.

"Mick, please! I'm so close—" He had slowed his pace, coming to a complete stop. Confused, all you could do was whine at the lack of stimulation. And that's when it hit you.

He wanted you to beg. He wanted you to degrade yourself, to fully give in like a wounded rabbit caught in the hinges of a beartrap.

"C'mon, sheila, you're a clever one. You know what I want." The praise from his gravelly voice, alone, was enough to get you to crumble.

"I— Please, Mick, I'm sorry for calling you 'Sniper', it won't happen again, just please—"

"You're just making this harder for yourself, love."

"Fine—Ok! Please, Mundy, I need it, I need it so bad. I want you to fuck me, and only you!" Your voice quivered with desperation. This seemed to appease him as he went back to where he left off. Every drag of his dick against your wet core felt heavenly. It wasn't long until that build-up happened again, that tight coil forming as his tip abused your g-spot.

"You're mine, roo. Got it?" He panted, groaning softly as he felt you tighten around him, as you got closer to your climax. "Say it, sheila."

"I'm yours! I'm yours, Mick!" As if on cue, you felt your orgasm crash over you. You squeezed your eyes shut, your body tensing around his cock deliciously harder. This seemed to push him over the edge, his hips snapping against your ass as he went as deep as he could, filling you to the brim with his cum. He pulled out, catching his breath as he watched his seed spill out of you, as it began to drip from in-between your legs. He grinned, proud of his work. With a light slap on your ass, you slumped against the wall, completely exhausted and limp.

Sniper sat on the ground beside you, pulling your sore body towards him. You rested your head on his shoulder, comforted by the faint scent of umber and the soft thumping of his heart. Tiredly, you looked up at him.

"So, I'm going to assume you don't think I'm gonna leave you for one of our teammates anymore?" You teased slightly, although there was a hint of sincerity in your question. You really didn't want anyone else, but him, and you'd be damned if he didn't know it.

"I'm sorry about that, roo. Just really love ya, 's all." He avoided your gaze, sheepishly looking at the ground instead.

"I love you too, Mundy. I promise, you're the only one I've got eyes for. I'm not going anywhere."

"You better not, or Sniper's gonna have to hunt'cha down and give you a real bloody drubbin'." You planted a chaste kiss on his lips, effectively shutting him up. Yawning, you laid your head back down, snuggling into his side as you both laid against the wall.

Being a mercenary was, in fact, a good job.

[soccer-love]

I've got you

Sarah Zadrazil x reader

Pov. Sarah

It felt like playing in a desert.

The sun was shining down at us, making everyone as uncomfortable as possible.

We had a break in the second half so everyone could get some water but it was still hard to keep going.

The air was dry, the grass more yellowish than green and I felt like my boots were starting to melt.

Everyone was so relieved when the referee finally blew the final whistle and I wiped the sweat of off my forehead.

"Sarah" Y/N said, the young wing player coming towards me.

"Yeah?" I answered, her jersey looked like she had taken a bath but her skin was so white that she looked like a ghost.

"I...I think I'm gonna pass out." she announces and at the same second she does.

Thankfully I am near enough to catch her in my arms, and softly get her to lay down while shouting for help.

I kneel down, her leaning against my chest as I wrap my arms around her.

Glodis is the first one to arrive next to me.

"What happened?" she asks, standing behind me so she shadows Y/N from the sun.

"I think it's the heat." I explain to her as two medics and our team physician arrive.

"We need to get her out of the sun." they say and another paramedic along with some of the players comes towards us, caring a stretcher.

They put her on it and as I'm about to get up to help with carrying, I feel a hand grabbing me by my jersey and she slowly opens her eyes.

Blinking against the sunlight she looks up at me and I notice my self taking a deep breath in relief.

"What..."

"You fainted...it's the heat." one of the paramedics finishes her sentence, but she is still looking at me, her eyes fall down at her hand, still holding onto my jersey, before she quickly lets go of it.

"I can walk inside." she says, trying to sit up but our doctor pushes her back down.

"Nah you cant and I won't let you try it so lets go now." he says and grabs one of the sides.

I do the same and then we lift her up, our coach Alex comes towards us as we arrive at the sidelines.

"Looks like a light form of a heat stroke so we need to take her inside, but tell the girls its nothing to serious." the physician says and he nods.

We bring her into a medical room and help her lay down at an examination table.

Our physiotherapist comes in to help taking her vitals and give her some IV fluids.

"You need to sit up a little, it'll help your circulation." he says and Y/N nods, trying to hold her self up but I can see how tiered she is.

"Let me help you." I softly say and she nods.

I sit down behind her and wrap my arms around her so she can lean against me.

"Okay, I'll have to go and check up on the other players, but please tell me if you need anything." the physician says and hands her a bottle of water.

As he leaves the room, I see Y/N closing her eyes for a second.

"Don't fall asleep." I remind her and open the water bottle for her.

"I'm tiered." she answer, opening her eyes a little, before taking a sip of water.

"I know, you are so strong for playing a whole 90 minutes in this heat." I say to keep her entertained so she will stay awake.

"You also played that long." she says, looking up at me.

"But I'm a midfielder, I don't run as much as you do."

"I'm just always there to have your back." she whispers, a small smile curling on her lips.

"I'm glad to have you." I say and softly push a string of hair out of her face.

We fall into silence and after about 15 minutes the physician comes back to check up on here, but then he leaves again.

"Sarah." she whispers after a minute or two, her voice sounding so tiered.

"Yeah?"

"Please don't go." she whines and I feel her holding onto my shorts.

"I won't leave you, I promise." I say and she opens her eyes, looking directly into mine.

I notice her looking at my lips for a second and I lean down but before I'm able to do anything more the door opens.

"How do you feel?" Alex, our coach, asks.

"Okay, just really tiered." she says and he nods.

"The doc says you can go if you feel strong enough for that, just make sure to drink plenty of water. Oh and someone should stay with you for the night, just to make sure you're okay." he says.

"I can stay with her." I say and he smiles at me.

"Good, the girls are already on the way to the bus...but dont stress yourself." He wishes us a good night and I get up before softy putting my arm around her.

We slowly walk into the locker room, where only our stuff is left.

I quickly change and then notice that Y/N is still sitting right there where I put her down a minute ago.

"I'm just so tiered." she says and I nod, walking over.

"It's alright, just put on your jacket and another pair of boots, you can get changed later." I say and hand her the jacket that is laying on top of her bag, before kneeling down and opening her shoe laces.

I pull them of off her and help her to put on the other ones.

"Thanks." she says as I stuff her things into her bag and take it, offering her my other arm to hold onto.

I lead her outside and towards the bus, protecting her from the media people so they won't be able to take pictures of her.

She sits down in her usual spot, but this time I sit down next to her.

It's only a 15 minute ride and as we get there, Mala offers to take her out bags so I can help her get out of the bus.

"I need to shower...I stink." she says as we get inside her room and Mala drops of our bags.

"Do you need any help?" she asks but I shake my head and she leaves, shutting the door behind her.

"First of all, you don't stink." I say and she sits down on her bed.

"And second of all, you are way to tiered to go and take a shower now." I add and grab a fresh shirt and a pair of shorts from her drawer.

She sighs and I place a hand on her shoulder.

"Let me help you." I say for the second time this day and she nods.

She turns around and I softly pull the shirt over her head, tossing it to the ground.

"Is this okay?" I ask, my hand hovering over the clasp of her sports bra.

"Yes." she says and I open it, pushing it of her shoulders.

I then grab the shirt I got and pull it over her head.

"Thank you." she says, kicking off her shoes and turning around so that she is facing me.

"I'm always there if you need me but please don't ever do that again." I explain and she smiles.

"You're too good for this world, Zadi." she says but I shake my head.

"You're the one always having my back, remember." I say and she laughs.

And again, for the span of a second she looks down at my lips.

I lean a bit forward and wait for her reaction.

She reaches for my hand and entwines our fingers, before coming closer.

I feel her hot breath on my face and close my eyes, waiting for her to do it.

And after what feels like eternity I finally feel her lips against mine.

There soft and warm and it feels like they where meant to kiss me.

"Thank you for that too." she whispers and I smile at her, my heart beating so fast that I am scared it will jump out of my chest.

I pull her into a hug and then softly push her down.

Then I grab a fresh shirt from my own bag and put it on, before also putting off my shoes.

"What are you doing?" she asks, watching me from her pillow.

"I'm staying with you tonight, I need to make sure that you're okay." I explain, lying down at the other side of the bed, but close enough for me to touch her.

She grabs my hand and I come closer, so our faces are only inches apart.

Softly she presses a quick kiss onto my lips before laying back down.

"Like I said, you're too good for this world."

[cultofdixon]

Strong, Healthy, that’s all that matters

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • Part 2 to “You do what you can” • Alexandria is a wonderful luxury the group was given. Even with the ups and downs • ANGST/SFW/NSFW - Nudity • TW: Miscarriage Mentioned / Pregnancy / Vomiting & Excessive Nausea / Canon Violence

Requested by: Anon

PREV

“Why are you out here and not inside with Y/N?” Carol asked her best friend from her porch while he sat on the fence fiddling with his crossbow.

“Doc gave her a sedative. She’s safe, don’t gotta watch her”

“Then why are you biting your thumb every now and then?” She comments on his anxious habit resulting in Daryl stopping himself from continuing.

“She’s weak, can barely stand weak. I’m tryin’ to think of what to do for her when the best thing for her right now is sleep and the IV that doc put in her. He comes by every hour to give us a new one and take the old one to refill. Rick or I change it but I don’t know what else I could do”

“Well, how about I make something that I ate during my pregnancy that I knew I kept down…see if Y/N can handle it. If not, I’ll keep making things pregnancy friendly with what we’ve got.”

“I heard what yea said when they took her to the infirmary.” Daryl hung his head low to avoid her shocked expression. “You wished she’d lost it, then she wouldn’t be useless when we take this place if people fuck with us enough.”

“Daryl—-“

“If yea mean it, then do that shit for my partner and our baby. Otherwise I’ve got it.”

“Yet you’re siting out here and not being with her. Doesn’t matter if you can’t do anything but watch her sleep or hell, sleep with her why not. That’s doing something” Carol states walking past to go to the pantry.

“You look ridiculous by the way!” He had to make one last comment which got a laugh out of the woman.

After a bit more time sitting on the porch to think of anything else he could do for his partner, he decided it was best to listen to his best friend. But when he entered the bedroom Y/N took, she wasn’t in bed and her IV bag was unhooked from her and clamped to keep it from continuing to dispense. Daryl was about to let his anxiety take over when he heard splashing of water.

The second he peaked his head into the bathroom, Y/N quickly turned to him.

“Hi…”

“Hi…how are yea…” His face distorted to the mixture of smells happening in the room. “feeling? What is—-“

“Vomit. I didn’t…make it to the toilet or the trash can at least and puked all over my clothes” Y/N frowns feeling awful about it as she quickly turned away to avoid her tears being noticeable. It’s small potatoes but she’s crying anyway…and again.

Daryl brought himself to kneel by the bath gently taking her chin bringing her attention onto him. He then took care of wiping away the tears bringing out that smile of hers as he leans against the edge of the tub.

“I’ll get you clean clothes. There’s sweats I saw….uhm. Did you take your IV out? Do I have to get—-“

“No it was uhm. The IV tubing was one like a screw in and not a needle piercing the plastic” Y/N showed him that she taped the excess tubing to her arm and did her best to keep it dry. “It’s honestly hard to explain and just easier to show you when I put it back in”

“Puttin’ your old nursing days to use”

“Surprised you even remember that…and it was just a clinic” Y/N laughs softly sinking a bit into the water that was starting to lose its warmth.

“Everythin’ you’ve said to me, I’ve kept to memory. You’re my girl.” Daryl gave her a soft smile which she will take to memory as she brought her hand to rest on his cheek watching him kiss the inside of her palm.

“You know you don’t have to be calm with me…” Y/N reassures even when he gave her a confused look. “I have gotten pretty good at reading your expressions, especially your infamous blank ones…I know you don’t like it here. It’s…scary and I’m not gonna get used to it instantly either or like the others”

“All I want is to keep my family safe. Something doesn’t feel right here but all I gotta do is keep y’all safe”

Y/N smiles bringing herself to the edge pressing a kiss to his lips as he happily returns the gesture.

“Need help out?” Daryl asks when Y/N pulled the stopper out to let the water drain. She nods watching him stand up holding his hands out for her to take carefully.

The second Daryl helped her stand to her feet his eyes fixated on something that anxiously took Y/N’s attention.

“What happened?”

“Nothin’. Nothin’ bad” Daryl states still staring as he helps her out of the tub and reaching for the towel on the sink she set out for herself. “You’re showin’” he says while gently wrapping her in the towel and finding the opportunity to rest his hand on her belly after giving her a quick glance for any signs from her of not wanting him to do such.

But his large hands make it look like nothing in comparison to Y/N keeping the towel from covering her belly a moment so she could rest her hand on her small but growing bump. She couldn’t help the tears that started to form at her waterline when looking at the small bump as she was worried ever since she found out she was pregnant and had this 1 in a million case of intense nausea that the baby wouldn’t grow.

Yet here they were admiring the small thing as Daryl rest his forehead against hers a moment while they both looked before he wrapped her entirely in the towel and picking her up bridal style carrying her back to the rest of bedroom.

Once she dressed in the sweats and long sleeve Daryl had gotten out for her, it felt like a cue for Rick to step in without knocking but Y/N was used to that. She grew up with the guy.

“How are yea feeling?”

“I’m doing okay” Y/N gave him a tired smile while showing Daryl how to reconnect the IV bag. “Did you need something?”

“Yeah you remember Deanna coming in to introduce herself to you?”

“Yeah?” The confusion grew on her partner’s face to what he was getting at.

“She’s throwing a welcoming party or whatever they’re called for our infusion to the place. She wants you to come if you’re feeling well enough”

“I could just lie—-“

“Yeah I know but I have to go and so are the kids. I’d just. Like it if you came” Rick says on his way out before Y/N could say anymore on the matter. She turned to Daryl and before he could share his concerns on why he doesn’t exactly feel welcomed…

“You don’t have to come if you don’t want to. Frankly I don’t…really want to either. I never fit in with this kind of crowd” Y/N rest her head on Daryl’s shoulder feeling his arm snake around her bringing her close. “You just be safe with whatever you do and I promise you I will be safe.”

“You just know what to say huh?” Daryl chuckles lightly pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “I’ll uh…well, I wanna check out the place when there’s not a lot of people ‘round”

“Can you make sure the wall is actually secure?”

“That what you’re really worried about?”

“I’m pregnant, Dar. I’m worried about a lot of things”

The night of the party came and Rick quietly approaches Y/N’s bedroom knocking on the door frame watching her attention go from the full body mirror to him. She was wearing a dress that was more on the fitted side and showed off her bump, the dress was given to her by Deanna. As if she wanted to show everyone who the pregnant newcomer was.

“You look miserable”

“Yeah but not in that sense. The doc came by to check me out…as per request by—-“

“Jesus fucking Christ”

“And he said I should be fine to go. So I can’t really stand up this party…especially since she also dropped this dress off and it’s like. She wants everyone to know I’m the pregnant one”

“Yeah I don’t quite understand this whole “reliving the old life” Alexandria’s got going for it. But I’ve found a sweater in my closet that I think you’d like to wear over the dress.” Rick tossed his sister the grey sweater that she instantly put on. “Well don’t we clean up nice”

“You miss it?” Y/N questions as she sits on the edge of the bed slipping her untied converse with ease as Rick instantly knelt down to help her by tying them. “The old world?”

“Honest? I don’t”

“Why?”

“I missed my sister, now I see her everyday” Rick stood to his feet once he tied her shoes and helped her up. “I don’t ever want to go back to rarely ever seeing you”

The first thirty minutes of the party, Y/N was approached by those simply introducing themselves to the newcomers and the occasional woman that was too curious about her pregnancy. She even had to swat someone from touching her belly. It seemed to only get worse when one of Deanna’s sons, Aiden walked over trying to do his usual shtick.

“Come here often?”

Gross. “Nope” Y/N tried to brush him off but he kept his place.

“I saw yea come in on a stretcher. Thank god a bombshell like yourself pulled through”

“I wasn’t dying”

“Ah well. Still”

“Still what? Did you not see the man glued to my side or the smallest but obvious reason why I had to be rolled into this shithole?” Y/N glared at the man while holding her belly as Aiden cleared his throat.

“I uh. Just thought you were fat—-“

“EXCUSE ME?!” Y/N scoffs about to break this man in half when Maggie cut in and physically shoved the guy back.

“Woah watch it. I was having a conversa—-“

“Yeah and it’s done, unless you want me to let her beat you to a pulp”

“Like her weak ass can even land a punch”

And without another word, Maggie moved out of Y/N’s way and she didn’t hesitate to land a good one right in the kisser. Aiden instantly fumbled back about to fight back when Reg instantly pulled his son away letting Deanna take care of the situation. But Y/N had enough of being there.

“Come on Rocky, let’s get you home before the ref realizes what happened to her bitch of a son” Maggie quickly wrapped an arm around her friend’s shoulders walking out of the house and heading toward the Grimes’s residence.

“Hope Daryl is having a better time than I am.” Y/N frowns feeling the sick feeling return.

Meanwhile Daryl was checking out the bike frame Aaron had shown him and while he was making a plate for the archer’s partner…Eric wobbled in.

“Hey you never told us your wife’s name”

“She’s not my—-Y/N—We ain’t married.” Daryl fumbled a bit as he had that strange old world feeling when it came to their “situation”.

Y/N Grimes is the love of Daryl Dixon’s life. Neither of them like labels.

Daryl calls her sunshine, darling, and lovely.

Y/N calls him my love, babe, and the occasional Darbear for the fun of it.

The archer calls her his partner to others and some part of him would love to use my wife.

So what’s stopping me? Daryl thought as Eric gave him a confused look after his scrambling.

“I know we just met but do you mind if I push?”

“Why do yea want to?”

“Because I feel like it. I talked to Y/N when we were both in the infirmary” Eric leaned against the door frame with his arms crossed. “She’s a catch, and fate brought you two together…you don’t need a fancy wedding for a union anymore. I get some don’t like labels or whatever, but honestly, those labels are sometimes not for you…besides” He reached into his pocket tossing a ring box at the archer. “She loved that”

Such little time in the infirmary lead to a lot of unanswered questions. But Daryl found himself heading back to the Grimes’s residence with a wrapped plate of spaghetti and a ring in a velvet box. Nothing too fancy. Nothing like what the brides have in the old movies. It suited them. That’s how perfect it was.

“Hey Dixon!” Pete calls out to Daryl carrying a few things in his hands as he stalls by the steps. “Got a few things for your woman after doing a bit of research and what happened tonight”

“The fuck happen tonight?”

Pete gave him about the same level of blank staring before handing him one of those instant ice packs. “She punched the Monroe boy. Should help with the bruising. Plus found one of these pregnancy books in what we are suppose to call a library? Anyway and some nausea meds”

“Thanks…” Daryl accepted everything as he watches him leave before quickly picking up where he left off heading inside.

The archer quickly dropped the plate off on the kitchen island before making his way upstairs and into their shared room finding her still awake. Y/N still wearing the sweater her brother gave her but was finally out of that stupid dress. When she locked eyes with her partner, some part of her wished she still wore it for him to see but she was more focused on everything he carried.

“You were busy tonight”

“Uh. I guess.” Daryl brought himself to sit beside Y/N feeling her lips instantly press onto his cheek the moment he sat before resting her cheek against his shoulder. “Heard about your right hook”

“Dumbass deserved it…”

“Gotta point him out for me, so I know who to fucking show who’s boss”

“I sort of already did, but I will” Y/N laughs lightly against him, taking the offered instant ice pack to crack it and hold it on her dominant hand. “What else you’ve got?”

“I’ve got yea a plate in the kitchen. Had dinner with Aaron and his partner Eric. It was…nice. I wish you were there with me” Daryl kissed the top of her head as she snuggled up into him humming in response. “The doc also gave me meds for yea to try when it comes to your vomiting”

“I can take down fluids so I don’t need the IV anymore. That’s one good thing happening”

“That’s great” Daryl repeated the phrase once more before carefully pulling away from Y/N setting down the nausea meds along with the pregnancy book that peaked her interest—-for only a short moment.

Because the archer getting down on one knee instantly brought her attention away.

“Daryl Dixon. What are you doing?”

“Something…something stupid? I…I know about what we think of labels and shit but I can’t shake this”

“Daryl…” Y/N softens bringing herself entirely to the edge of the bed.

“I’ve been wanting to call you my wife since the last month of peace back at the prison. I want and am gonna spend the rest of my life with you…and this peanut is just. Our overflowing love onto another human being…”

“So poetic of you, Daryl Dixon…” Y/N laughs softly bringing his face into her hands as the tears instantly fell from her touch.

“I love you so much, sunshine”

“I love you so much more Darbear” She smirks hearing his annoyed laugh escape his lips as she gently wipes away his tears. “Now are you going to ask me? Because I don’t need a ring to tell the world how much I love being your wife”

Daryl gently pulls away to take the ring box out of a pocket in his vest as it surprised Y/N slightly when he opened it. It brought out a small tearful laugh to the silver arrow wrapped into a ring. It was a little cheesy but it was for them.

“Will you be my wife, Y/N Grimes?”

“I do, Daryl Dixon. I sure as fucking hell do”

It’s been about two months since then. Y/N was now six months pregnant and Alexandria went through…a lot.

The wall collapsing

The herd

Carl losing an eye

Maggie’s pregnancy announcement

Losing a lot of Alexandrians

It took about a month to fix the wall and collect themselves, slowly bringing themselves back to a sense of normal.

The morning came slowly, or slower than usual…

Y/N shifted slightly in the bed feeling the discomfort truly grow in her back once she opened her eyes. A soft groan escaped her lips which stirred Daryl awake as he lifted his head to check her face for anything but kept his hand secured on her belly.

“The baby isn’t going to kick every time your hand is there”

“She does. Sometimes”

“She huh? What happened to strong and healthy…that’s all that matters?”

“That’s still fact. Don’t mean I can wish for somethin’ on the side” Daryl whispers as he pressed a kiss to her belly which resulted in a laugh from his wife but also a kick hitting his hand. “That’s my girl”

“Rick caught me up on your supply run just the two of you…promise you’ll be safe?”

“I always do don’t I?”

“Yeah but last time you came home with a knife wound in your shoulder”

“Alright, fair enough” Daryl brought himself to sit up and help his wife do the same as Y/N gently caressed his cheek worried about him. “I promise”

“Good…”

Because I have a weird feeling about today

[astraymetronome]

nomie i hate paperwork :(((((

can i offer you the trade of a predsuma story for a silly art sometime in the future? i just think hes the most guy ever and ive already read all the fics i can find of him ;-;

i dont have good context for it but im pretty sure if you go into the headcanons channel and just keyword xisuma by pop you will find so many results. x and predsuma are also likely to have stuff under them. i talk about him a lot.

I'm posting this right before heading into work. Thank you to @a-smol-storm-gt-nomfs-blog for beta reading this for me and I hope you like you're predsuma Pop! I shall be in contact in regards to the promised art with my quiry. Thank you. <3

Xisuma pulled his mask off his face, taking a deep breath of the air. The burn of oxygen made his lungs scream but at least it was enough to wake him. He was used to the occasional change in the air regardless of how it felt since he’d experienced the same reaction since childhood. The life of a void walker wasn’t supposed to leave the void since they were considered a part of it making their lungs unable to withstand oxygen for long periods. He still liked the sting sometimes, often removing it for the sake of that burn, just like now. 

He was sitting in his home, a building waiting to be continued but his body was completely exhausted. Suma had been up for a while, having spent the last twelve hours patching up the code error Doc had caused with his latest world eater. He was frustrated by it but at least the creeper hybrid had thought to tell him this time before one of the hermits ended up in a death loop he couldn't stop again. Tango had been so exhausted last time, having spent a solid two hours falling into the void nonstop, but at least he’d not have any permanent issues other than being light-headed for a few hours afterward. 

The admin wasn’t in the mood for this to happen again but he’d fixed enough of it so that no one in the server might get pulled into a death loop. He slid his mask back up, latching the thing as it sucked the trapped oxygen out leaving him with a mix of hydrogen and helium instead. His lungs relaxed at the sensation, his breathing gentle and easy now that the harsh compound was gone. 

The void walker knew he needed to take a break but he needed to make sure the code issue was completely solved. He also knew that it wouldn’t be long before someone showed up to make sure he didn’t pass out at his desk again. He sighed for a moment, rubbing his neck as his eyes drifted over to the counter and a familiar voice hit his ears. “Hey Sumashuma!�� 

X couldn’t help a small smile at the sight of the familiar angel hybrid, his eyes took in his small form made to be the angel on your shoulder and similarly mirrored by Impulse, a demon hybrid of the same stature. He had to admit it was ironic that the two tinies were best friends considering they were supposed to be opposites. Despite this, there were times when it felt like the two changed positions with Skizz’s tendency to follow Grian and Impulse’s unwavering kindness in most moments. However, those were just common behaviors his Hermits seemed to have. 

“What are you doing here, Skizz?” The man asked calmly. He didn’t want to seem as bothered since, no matter how much his hermits got on his nerves, he always appreciated their presence regardless of the time. He watched as Skizz stepped forward, not hesitating to get close to the edge as he spoke. 

“Well, a little birdy told me you’ve been working some code for a while!” The man said eagerly. Suma got to his feet, heading over to the kitchen counter to scoop the angel up. He chuckled a bit before lifting him as he continued. “And by a little birdy, I mean a big bird.” He added with a laugh. 

“Grian isn’t gonna be too happy if he hears you call him that.” The admin admitted with a fondness in his voice, happy his players can be so confident in their jokes. He was happy to just talk with Skizz for a while, but a yawn was quick to interrupt their current discussion. 

He recognized the sparkle in his eyes, sighing since he knew that this was gonna have the same outcome most people did when the angel saw an opportunity to be hidden in their stomachs. Suma let Skizz bounce, the tiny man happily speaking up. “Uppies!” He said eagerly. The admin sighed, knowing a smile was under his mask as he didn’t hesitate to unlatch the lower jaw again. He pulled it down, allowing oxygen to burn his lungs again. He could technically breathe the other’s air, it just caused a lot of strain on his system. He lifted his hands to his face, lips parting as he opened his mouth. The muscles inside looked inhuman, matching the void with how his tongue looked a nice deep blue before fading into a black with stars.

Xisuma’s weird insides were the main reason he liked to avoid swallowing his hermits if he could help it, but he also recognized that they didn’t even seem bothered by it. As he slipped him onto his tongue, he melted into the warm weight that settled rather quickly. He could fit him in his mouth without anything sticking out but it was overfull. He could feel the small squirms that the man gave, a hand eagerly patting his tongue as he carefully began to lick. The soft movements made his stomach growl, desperate to fill the neglected organ with a squirmy snack.

He closed his eyes as Skizz’s flavor spread over his taste buds, the angel seeming to taste like lemonade and he honestly enjoyed it. He took a few moments, drooling a bit as he took another burning breath before he swallowed. Xisuma felt as the tiny slid off his tongue and into his esophagus, a second gulp being enough to send him down completely. The void walker sighed as he traced Skizz’s path, following him down to his chest before he locked his mask back in place. His weight settling in his abdomen was nice, plus the fact it was one of his hermits tucked away and safely made it better.

He let the angel get comfortable, settling himself on the couch nearby as the squirming in his belly slowed.

A small break wouldn’t hurt anything.

[sugarbombs-n-stuff]

Companions as Parents because of a Science Experiment

Sorry ive been gone for so long, life’s a bitch but may I offer this up? No ada or strong, I’m sorry! Also synth shaun is mentioned at a few points. ENJOY!

Cait: She was confused at first, of course she was! It was supposed to be a routine check up and sole being a lovely partner, joined. She didn’t expect for the doctor to comeback with a baby made from Sole and her’s DNA, LIKE WHAT THE FUCK DUDE. After double and triple checking the infant was in fact, both hers and sole’s, panic and paranoia seeped into her bones like old friends. She was terrified that she would turn out like her parents that she asked sole if they could put the baby up for adoption, surely anyone would do better than her? Sole had said to feel it out for a couple of weeks so she did, she kind of felt bad seeing as the baby girl didn’t even have a name. One night when Cait had sat in the living room feeding the wee bastard, the baby looked up to her with the same green eyes Cait had herself and it was like something clicked in her head. She put the bottle down and brought her closer to her face and she gave her a small kiss. When Sole came out of their shared room an hour or so later, they saw Cait with their baby girl in one arm and a book in another. Cait looked up at her and asked “Which do you like better, Helena or Aoife?”

•They chose Helena

•If they had,had a boy it would have been Tadhg

•She’s cautious and a bit mean at times but she does her best to explain to Helena as she’s growing up

•When her and Sole talked after agreeing to keep her they also made some joint rules for how they would want to raise her

•She’ll point out cute fabrics to make clothes with or cute toys

•Piggy backing on my own headcanon, Cait made her crib and toys through woodworking

•As Helena grew up, she had a biting problem whenever she got angry and while Cait found it a bit funny, after Sole would tell her to stop encouraging her she would do her best to correct Helena’s behavior

Codsworth: Codsworth was overjoyed! He’d always wanted a little boy of his own and sole had made him one! A mini Mr. Handy, a custom made model. Part of him always felt like he failed Sole with Shaun, like he had lost a boy too. He was comforted by the fact Sole would do this for him and he couldn’t wait to show his son the wonders of the commonwealth.

•He named his son Adam, seeing as Sole made him he thought it fitting

•He’d fuss over Adam always, freaking out if even a chip of his paint had come off

•He would start considering transferring himself into a synth body after awhile, same with Adam but for right now he was content

•Adam had a nasty habit of leaking oil and heating up his metal so hot that no one could touch him, poor baby couldn’t control it but Codsworth would give him some coolant and have him sit outside for a little. However if there was nothing he could do and it happened to be winter, he’d walk with his boy around which ever settlement they were at and offer heat

Curie: She did the experiment on herself. She wanted to see what it was like and she could only interview so many pregnant people that she did it herself with the help of Sole. She sliced up the DNA herself and injected herself with it. Sole had made sure that she was alright and had regular brought up that she couldn’t get rid of the baby once it was born and she was fine with that. She knew what childbirth had entailed and she was alright with it, she loved kids after all. She finally gave birth to a baby girl during the summer time, they chose the name Dominique.

•Dominique was born prematurely by a month

•Curie worked with Sole and Sturges to help her as well as regular check ups by her self or Doc Carrington from the railroad

•Dominique ended up being allergic to a dew commonwealth things like hubflower and tarberry but besides that she was a perfectly normal, healthy baby.

•Curie liked to dress her daughter in the cutest outfits. Sole has many pictures of their baby girl in a cute outfit that they had made with a matching hat and fashion glasses when curie was doing field research

•Curie monitors how she moves and what food she does and doesn’t like, if she obtains anymore allergies, what toys she likes playing with etc

•Curie is overjoyed when Dominique starts getting into science toys

•Loves being a mom but also makes sure to remember that she’s not just a mom

Danse: Listen, it’s not that Danse didn’t want a kid, it’s just what would he do with it?! He left the brotherhood and is a minuteman now but what if that puts their child in more danger?! His worries clear up when Sole and the doctor come back with their baby, a little boy who looks like the perfect mix of Danse and Sole. Sole hands him the baby and while the fear is still there, it’s overcome by joy. This is their little boy, and he’ll do anything to protect him.

•They name him James but they call him Jamie

•If they had a girl, her name would have been May

•Danse is overprotective, full on helicopter parent but Sole helps calm him down

•The first time Jamie got sick he started hyperventilating cause he was so nervous but eventually calmed down when he was informed that it was a cold and he’ll be okay.

•Was happy to teach Jamie how to hunt when he expressed that he wanted to learn

•Does classic dad stuff, like stereotypical

•Starts drinking concerning amounts of coffee after Jamie is born to the point that sole had to put a limit on him

Deacon:He didn’t deserve this. Babies were too pure and he felt like he was going to taint this kid. But eventually he thought about it and he had always wanted kids, he was good with them he’d say. He was still a little hesitant but then fully leaned into being a dad and was happy to do it with Sole. Especially when he saw their little science baby. And she was beautiful, she had his red hair but her eyes were like Sole’s except for the fact that they were far apart and he had only seen that distance and face shape on one person. He guessed maybe Barbara made her own claim on the baby in some way.

•They named their daughter Lily, he had wanted to name her Mazikeen after a book character but Sole swiftly vetoed that

•Like he is as a person, as a dad he puts on a care free attitude but is truthfully very paranoid

•He cuts her nails often so she doesn’t scratch herself because when she was starting to grow them , she scratched at her face so badly she bled

•He will take goofy pictures with her like her chewing on his glasses or her covered in food and her with the worse case of bed head

•With friends, he is absolutely the type of dad to show off these pictures to them

• “You can’t say you don’t like it if you haven’t tried it”

•When Lily was a baby, in winter he would put her bassinet outside after it snowed to take a nap in so it could build her immune system

•100% has eaten baby food and will again “It’s not that bad, wanderer , you’re just pre-war and picky”

•HATES the smell of the baby formula so they either feed her brahmin milk or donated breast milk from one of the minuteman charities

•Will often take her to Carrington for checkups

Hancock: Listen, Hancock got around. He’s surprised that he doesn’t have more “ooopsie babies” besides Fahrenheit. What he wasn’t expecting was to settle down and have a freaking magic baby!? Ok maybe not magic but with how near-dead his swimmers are, may as well be. But now he was sitting with his partner holding their blonde-headed baby boy.

•They named him Felix

•If they had a girl, her name would have been Lola

•Hancock was anxious that the baby would come out weird looking but the only ghoul trait Felix has is that he’s immune to radiation which is a pretty damn good trait

•He kind of fucked up with Fahrenheit so after Felix was born he wanted to make amends for the sake of both of his kids.

•He is genuinely care free but protective of Felix

•He tries his best to clean up Goodneighbor some, both literally and physically

• “Dad, there’s like whore’s here and stuff.” “How many times have i told you to not say ‘and stuff’, just say ‘Dad, there are whore’s here’”

•Felix is sarcastic to the max and Sole and Hancock find it so entertaining

•Gets antsy when Sole takes Felix to Diamond City for a number of reasons

•Felix is terrified of Mirelurks so they rarely take him near the beach, mostly Salem and Quincy

•Cleans up his act for the most part too, doesn’t want his son to turn out like him and get into drugs

MacCready: Oh boy, another one. He was excited the moment Sole brought it up and they were happy to tell Duncan. Like with deacon, the baby had Lucy’s eyes and their shape. Both Sole and Mac thought their baby girl was just darling.

•They named her Annette

•Like Mac and Duncan, she was allergic to dust

•MacCready and Sole take the kids on walks just to make sure they both get enough sunshine

•He panics bad when Annette gets sick. He reminds himself that what happened to Duncan won’t happen to Annette. Though it takes awhile for him to believe it

•Annette ends up being the polar opposite of Duncan, she likes reading and coloring and she likes to be on the swings but she doesn’t want to be out there two long

•The swear jar continues, he got swindled out of 10 caps once cause he went on a tirade in front of Duncan and Annette. Duncan stopped showing Annette his comic books and leveled Mac with a stare that he swear bore into his soul. His loving spouse Sole, couldn’t stop laughing for a hot minute afterwards.

Nick: When sole had brought it up he was hesitant. Making a synth like shaun, who could grow has they aged? Eventually he got around to the idea and thats how he ended up with their son Carlo.

•Loves singing to him

•Invites Ellie over to meet him “Nick, OMG HES ADORABLE”

•Wouldn’t really know what to do about changing them but would learn quickly, he’s not just dumping that on sole

•As Carlo grows up he does his best to instill a good moral code in him.

•He isn’t quick to anger but he’s not going to coddle him either

•He’ll make sure Carlo knows that he’s loved more than anything though

Piper: Hell yeah she wants a baby! She liked raising nat so she thinks she’ll like raising this baby girl.

•She names her Mina, she didn’t let Sole pick the name

•Sole made her attend parenting classes with them because they didn’t like how she left nat alone

•She slows down on journaling, doesn’t stop but she wants to spend more time with her family

•Mina needed glasses from a very early age which caused Piper to star calling her Bug cause her glasses made her eyes huge

•Mina runs into everything, just like Piper, both very accident prone

Preston: Since his mental health had gotten better he loved the idea of having kids and loved shaun more than anything else. Naturally when Sole brought up having one through science, he was cautious but excited. Somehow he ended up with twins, a little boy and girl and he loved them more than anything.

•His kids names are Loucilla and Ben

•He was surprised that there were two but they immediately became his pride and joy

•Yall know jack from This is Us, that’s Preston as a dad.

•Loucilla got the nick name “Silly-Lou” early on because she would try to chew on ben’s hands, Preston’s nose ,Sole’s hair, and Shaun’s Ear. The first time she did it she immediately rolled forward

•Ben’s nick name is Bean/Beanie cause thats what Shaun had thought you said at first

•Shaun was the one to give both babies their nicknames

•Preston always tells people that he has three kids “That one doesn’t look much like you” “Huh, Weird, you must be seeing things”

•Like many fathers before him, he had kids and immediately became the master of the grill

X6-88: It took awhile and a lot of therapy but X6 is a person and he can admit that now. As a person he really wants a kid, he brings it up to Sole first. Sole agrees and nine months later he’s having skin to skin with his daughter.

•They named her Corrine

•X6 acted quite mechanically towards her at first, even sing to her in a monotone voice

•Corrine was a coneheaded baby and it freaked X6 out though Sole did their best to convince him that she was alright and not an alien

•Sole commonly finds X6 standing in the door of her nursery just staring at her

•He’ll change her diapers and sole deals with the spit up

•Will NOT let anyone but him and sole kiss her, if his baby girl gets sick, all of Sanctuary will have hell to pay

•Definitely taught Corrine how to swim by chucking her in the lake behind Sanctuary, she didn’t talk to him for the rest of the week

Gage: Settled down for some fucken ankle biter? What the hell,sure.

•Surprisingly really good with kids, or his and sole’s son, Monty

•He sews Monty 1, count it 1, stuffed animal. Its a baby deathclaw

•Refuses to change a diaper, you can not force him to do it

•Despite looking like he hasn’t bathed in 10 years, he makes sure Monty gets his bath every other day.

•Would rather gut himself than show Monty to the gangs

•He won’t sing to him however humming isn’t singing

•He’s rough with teaching Monty as he gets older. Strike first and strike hard

•Sole calls him cruel at times and he just stares at them like “yeah, no fucking shit”

•Cares about his kid but there may be a few years where they only talk to each other once a day in passing

[stargirlsmooch]

hii! i'm here to request a little something.. maybe abby and reader are friends and they're getting ready for a party one of their friends is throwing. they're at reader's house and reader could ask abby to help her with her dress or something? friends to lovers. could be something cute or smut! :33 thank youuu<33

i love this!!!! ive thought about doing something cute and sweet like this for a while so... mwhahahahahah cute? smut? cute? smut??? hmmmmmmmm...

warning: im a psycho for a daddy kink, 1 titty spank and dirty talk, you suck on abby's thumb

abby checked the time on her phone again. 7:36pm. the party had started a little over an hour ago... and although abby didn't care too much about being a little fashionably late, you were pushing it a little.

you walked up to the mirror with your 4th shirt change of the night... your little black skirt and your doc martens not budging, "okay, I think I like this one."

fucking finally. abby doesn't say it out loud, she doesn't want to hurt your feelings, but her knees are starting to cramp up and her ass hurts from sitting on the chair at your vanity for almost an hour, watching you go back and forth between your wardrobe and the mirror.

jumping up out of her seat, she pats the back pocket of her cargo pants, double-checking she has her keys before heading for your bedroom door, "perfect, babe. let's go."

"wait."

please say you're kidding. abby slowly spins back towards you, little tears pooling in the outer corners of your eyes as you smooth your hands on the material covering the tops of your thighs, "I dunno..."

"don' know bout what, sweets?" she edged forward, putting a hand gently on your shoulder and maneuvering you until you were facing her. "you look gorgeous. now lets go, okay?"

you deflated a little more as you peeked around her at your reflection... the shirt was tight, hugging the places you didn't need to be hugged and making you want to cover you middle with your hands. you tried your hardest to keep them locked on your sides, put slowly they were running up your front to cover your tummy.

it was impossible to not notice your movements and the way insecurity shined in the tears dripping down your face, "I don't know if i wanna go, abs."

abby nearly started tearing up herself at the sight of your vulnerability, the softness she carried for you deep in the pit of her heart almost bubbling over.

she stepped closer, stunning you and your eyes widened.

she reached for the hem of your shirt. "now I don't know what has happened." she pulls it up over your head. "for you to feel like you arent the most beautiful girl". and throws it on the floor. "in the whole world... but you are, baby."

something in the air shifted, your chest started rising quicker as abby's fingers unzipped your skirt, letting it fall to the floor.

youre standing right there, braless and in just your panties and doc martens (fuck that's hot), your smooth skin on perfect display and abby can't stop herself from letting out a low groan at the sight of you. wanted this forever.

abby has always had a soft spot for her sweet roommate. a deep love that she had never let out of the safe space of her head- you were too precious to get wrapped up in her. abby didn't have what was necessary to be a good girlfriend, and that's all she wanted to be for you.

but right now, she didn't care about being good, she cared about making you feel good.

"god, you have no idea how fucking sexy you are, do you?"

you ducked your head, digging your boot-covered toe into the carpet and watching a little ripple develop as you bit your bottom lip, hiding the noises of embarrassment wanting to ease out of your throat. standing almost-naked in front of your roommate wasn't a normal experience.

"this pretty fucking mouth," she lifted your head up by your chin before circling your lips with her thumb, "you're such a sweet girl. i bet if I slipped my thumb inside you'd just start... there you go, baby."

your eyes rolled back into your skull as you took her thumb into your mouth, wrapping your glossy lips around it and sucking gently. "mmm..."

abby chuckled at you as your hands wrapped around her wrist, keeping her close, before she pulled her hand away abruptly, leaving your mouth empty and needy for more.

"abby..."

"shh, baby. i'm admiring you, so let me."

the next thing you knew, your underwear was torn from your body and your dripping pussy was on show for her. you whined as cold air hit your most sensitive part, almost reaching a hand down to toy with your clit and relieve the building pleasure.

"i love your hair, baby. bet you'd love for me to pull on hit as I fuck that sweet little pussy from behind, huh? tell me I'm right... tell daddy she's right."

"mhm.. shit, you're right, daddy, " you whispered as you reached behind and grabbed abby's hips, gently driving your ass back into her.

"yeah? and don't get me started on these tits," she delivered a harsh smack to one of your breasts, watching the red welts from her fingers erupt on your perfect skin, "you want me to suck on them don't you, baby? suck on them until ive bruised these pretty nipples."

"mhm! yes, daddy, please!"

abby ignored you, her smile widening as she continued. "but my favourite thing, is this tight little pussy, baby. and you're gonna bend over right now and take these fucking fingers, arent you?"

"yes, daddy."

;)

[20dollarlolita]

while youre wheelchair posting i wanted to say that you talking about why you decided to continue using one really changed my own perspective on my disability! i get awful chronic join pains usually triggered by standing, and although im taking the physical therapy route (im hypermobile, so thats the first option,) ive recently considered that using something like a wheelchair or a cane wouldnt be so wrong of me if i feel i need it

I tell people that I just want to be able to do the things that other people do. I want to shop in a store for as long as I want, without hurting. I want to walk around the mall and look at things. I want to go somewhere without having to plan ahead where I will sit down and how long we'll be waiting in line. I want to work a full day in my store, walking from the back room to the front, guiding customers to the different areas, and I want to do that without being in pain.

My wheelchair lets me do that. My body does not let me do that.

My advice to literally everyone who thinks they might need it is, "just get the damn cane." Canes are among the cheapest mobility aids out there. They come in insanely cool colors and styles. There are ones that fold up when you don't need them. You can get one for $10 and you can just go into Walgreens and buy one. Worst case, which is also best case, you just spent the cost of a trip to McDonald's on something you don't use. Worst case, which is also best case, you find something that lets you be yourself doing the things you want to do for longer and with less pain. Worst case, which is also best case, you see that it helps you and it is the gateway into getting a more supportive mobility aid that lets you live a better life. Literally every worst case scenario you can think of is also your best case scenario. Get the cane.

I went to Goodwill on my lunch break just now and they had a rollator for $8, so we're going to experiment with Pink+Rollator in the upcoming days. Currently I'm okay with walking short distances but I really can't stand for more than a couple of minutes, so bringing a device that's also a chair with me seems like it'd be a good step in my mobility.

But yeah, to everyone who is going "hey, I think I could benefit from a mobility aid," this is me, a disabled person, telling you to go for it. You didn't need my permission, but you have it anyway. Get the mobility aid!

A wheelchair is just a chair with wheels, and you didn't need anyone's permission to sit down at a rolling desk chair. You were able to look at the options given to you by the world and choose that, in that context, sitting down on a chair with wheels was going to be the best for your body and your personal convenience. You can look at your body and your environment and make statements like, "I should not be standing for 55 minutes in this line. I can only stand for x minutes," and that's normal. Abled people make decisions like "I'm not going to stand for this long" or "I'm not going to walk this far," all the time. But when you add, "so I'm going to bring a special chair with me, so that I can wait 55 minutes in this line, like all the other people in the line," suddenly it feels different. But abled people are allowed to always be making judgements for when they're pushing their body too hard, and they make decisions all the time about when they're going to take advantage of an aid or take a break, so the only thing that changes when you're disabled is when you have to decide to use it, not at all that you have to use it. People get to pick what shoes they want based on where they're going, and that's just picking a device to aid your mobility as needed for a certain environment. Using a mobility aid is a totally normal thing, except that we've artificially labeled them as "normal person accommodations" and "ask for this and you're disabled."

Disclaimer: obviously bring it up with your care team if you are interested in using a mobility aid (and you have a care team). A LOT of doctors are hesitant to tell young people that they should be trying a mobility aid, but will say you'll benefit from it if you bring it up. If you have a PT then they're likely to have input about what are the best options and how to set them up. Also some doctors can get you mobility aids for free. Even if the cane you get from your doctor is black and boring and doesn't fold, you can still go to the store and get a cane that's fun and cool and then use the one the doctor gave you as a size reference to know how to set the one you just got. Hey, free cane.

[fruitfulfetus]

The post ive been dreading to make - how me and my F/O's relationship works!!!

||TW: SUICIDE/DEPRESSION MENTION||

Their shipname is GodDamn, its me (gabriel) and 2bdamned. It isnt ME me, i have a self insert with lore and stuff so heres that!!

Gabe and doc met briefly during the few years of college doc went to. He ultimately dropped out for other reasons, but gabe completed college. They met again years later once gabe applied to work with doc. Doc accepted because of their history, gabe seemed to be a hardworker. But gabriel had grown over the years, and he seemed alot more exhausted and not mentally there. Doc shrugged this off, and it continued for about a year.

Idk how to really bring this up in a nice way, basically gabe had grown very depressed over time, and after a very bad mission and some tossed around feelings, gabe hit a snapping point and tried to attempt. Doc ended up finding gabe in the bathtub (last artwork i posted was of that moment)

and begrudgingly talked him out of it. Doc had never been good with feelings, so it was tough for him to not just.. walk away from the scene. But they did sit down and have a talk.

Doc didnt want one of his men to go down like that, even if he could revive gabe. He started to help gabe in miniscule ways, it was a temporary thing they talked about to help gabe with his mental health. Most of it was just lots of physical affection, turns out gabe had been alone without doc since college.

In return? Gabe helped doc work on his empathy and dealing with his own emotions. For a long time, doc was just focused on work and work only. While gabe broke him out of that cycle, their relationship started growing aswell. I havent really thought beyond that, so about a year later they reached the dating stage. Their intimacy is still very minimal with the irony of their job, but you get the gist!!

Extra drawing of gabe just for reference

Playing with the thought of doc being more empathetic, gabe might be that final push doc needed to apologise to the arena mode player. It wasn't the best apology at first, but they worked their feelings out. The SQ also feels more comfortable around doc. Doc has been more forgiving and a bit more trusting with his team with information.

Everybody else's opinion on their relationship? I dont think they care. I think they're thankful doc is being nicer, and maybe deimos will occasionally tease, but the team is a bunch of grown men. They know its not their buisness.

Tldr: doc gave gabe a reason to live and gabe fixed docs attitude and now they kiss

Thats it!!!!!! Uhhmmmkay bye

[soulanine]

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tagged by @saraceaser (thanks for the tag, i’ve always wanted to do something like this !!)

1) how many works on ao3? technically ? 12, and maybe 3 others that have been orphaned. under my actual name ? 9

2) total ao3 word count? 56,350

3) top 5 fics by kudos? i’ll stick with the ones under my name

into dust together - asl, based on my ghost au. who is this strange woman with ace’s freckles ?

peel the scars from off my back - todoroki siblings, touya learns to love his baby brother

a gift from the gifted - wing au, usopp teaches luffy how to fly and nakamaship

a song you once knew well’s begun - the straw hats run into seraphim ace

the sun was cold today - whumptober prompt, venom. luffy has a bad time, his brothers have an even worse time

4) what fandoms do you write for? mainly one piece, but i’ve written for mha a couple times (+ a couple atla wips and drabbles in my docs)

5) do you respond to comments? OF COURSE !!! i lauuvvv talking with people and it makes me so happy to know there’s someone out there who enjoyed my work. agh it makes me so happy !!!

6) fic with the angstiest ending? ahh i really need to write more, maybe then i’d have more of a choice lol, but probably don’t go, you’re half of me now. ghost au, asl’s reunion in the fire

7) fic with the happiest ending? i’d say a gift from the gifted

8) do you get hate? not yet so far, surprisingly. maybe i just haven’t written enough but even with my drawings i’ve yet to encounter hate. i’ve dealt with it in the past though, so it doesn’t bother me much anyway

9) do you write smut? nope. i focus mostly on platonic and familial relationships since that’s what i’m more knowledgeable on, and it impacts me more. i’ve never had a true crush, never really dated, so i’m not sure how characters would act outside of being really close friends. i also just don’t like sex and having to read it

10) have you ever co-written a fic? not really haha !! i’ve made gifts and collaborated on aus, but i’ve yet to do anything more than that. collaborating seems sooo cool

11) all time favorite ship? ahhh that’s hard, i don’t focus much on them…… but if i had to choose, i’d say maybeeee. acelaw, sabolaw, or east blue polycule (<- my friends have seen me run my mouth about them)

12) wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will? aaah i have a lot !!!! a lot of them are works i’d gotten motivation for and then it either died out or i got a different idea, so it’s possible i may finish them, but they’ve been sitting there for a while. i guess one would be exploring asl’s first kills and how it affected them; i have ideas laid out for it but haven’t expanded on them. there’s also a babylu fic that ive written a good amount for but i haven’t been able to finish it !!! i want to so bad !!!!!

13) writing strengths? ummm. expressing the relationship/dynamics between characters ? i’ve been told i pull that off well, and i like to think im not terrible at it since it’s what i go crazy the most over lol

14) writing weaknesses? dialogue !!!! i haven’t written much action, but probably that too, and i sometimes worry about characterization and pacing. sometimes it’s hard to understand and/or think like a character to make their actions feel realistic……..

tagging - uuhhmmm @atmospheral @strawhatghost i can’t remember who else has posted works it’s a school morning. whoever wants to join !!!! smack me if i forgot u !!!!

[fruitybashir]

will there ever be more bottom Kris or can I give up hope? (I love all you write but am starving for more of Kris getting pounding in your writing style) 🩷

there can be infinite bottom kris if you want to 🫶🏻 in your google docs <3

yoooo this has been sitting here for a while actually but i just talked about this in the dms so let me also put all that here as an answer

short answer: not impossible but also not suuuper likely? and considering your word choice, if it happens it might not be what youre looking for sorry

long answer since i discussed this so im also adding all my reasoning ramblings here

as you can definitely tell, most of what i write is bokris and in any dynamic where bojan is involved i prefer him to be topped. this isnt for any meaningful reason its just personal preference and definitely a lot of projecting, what can i say

the kris that ive made up in my head also just. isnt much of a bottom? as in the way that i characterise him in whatever au im writing, hes a combination of control freak and not liking the dynamic of it or hes just straight up not into it. no special reason, just doesnt like it. (which is originally where that holidate "just bc youre gay doesnt mean you have to like it" thing came from except i changed it later bc i can do whatever i want with my muppets)

mostly that stems from how i first saw him be characterised when i started reading jo fics and like this is super subjective bc i definitely didnt read all that was out there so dont take this as an accurate account of what this fandoms ao3 looked 1½ years ago, but it felt to me like most of the smut that involved him had him bottom and in the sluttiest ways possible which honestly, you write whatever you want to im not your boss, but it felt like a lot of it also had strong undertones of "he looks kinda femme and has a nice ass so he must be the woman* in the relationship!" like it felt so strongly like outdated gender roles projected onto gay rpf fanfic. which just. makes me run into the opposite direction as fast as i can.

and as if a woman couldnt top her man in a cishet relationship but i digress.

thats also the reason why, when i wrote the holidate bonus chapters with kris in lingerie and him bottoming, they werent in the same one bc i didnt like the potential interpretation of "oh he dresses like a woman* now so thats why hes the one getting fucked now"

first of all the top being all pretty and dressed up while still being super dominant is hot as hell so jot that down

second of all i forgot what i wanted to say bc now im thinking about dominant tops in lingerie. jesus christ.

anyways to get back to my point, i didnt like seeing 50s cishet gender roles projected on my gay ship so i did a 180 on that one and then just formed my kris character in my head like that so now thats the version i have and its kinda strange to imagine him (my version of kris, not speaking for other writers kris') differently.

[silverprism-s]

at my last doc appointment i asked about the process of starting hrt and she basically said that she didnt know much about it and wasnt comfortable doing it herself, but there were other people she could give me referrals to for it. ive had the phone number to make an appointment at one place for two weeks and ive found myself hesitating in the face of staring down the system built on denying people the care they need or want based on their own ideas of what gender identity is or means. i dont want to tell people that i "feel like a man born into a woman's body" just because that would be the safest track onto getting testosterone for myself. its simply not true. im not a man OR a woman nor do i even consider myself as nonbinary/insert whatever other trans id there is. I've worn a lot of hats, since i discovered the terminology to describe oneself as something other then "boy" or "girl" or "man" or "woman." to be quite frank, a lot of those words did help me, in my journey through life. genderfluid was once an accurate, comfortable descriptor. so was agender. and nonbinary was a hat i wore for probably over seven years. I've worn a lot of pronouns as hats over the years as well. They served me well as I wore them, I liked them, but i moved on to other descriptors when they felt more appealing and comfy. if i do reach out to someone who does give gender affirming care to other queer people, will my nebulous and vague identifying factors prevent them from giving me something that ive thought about, long and hard on, for over a year? will i once again be the person in charge of educating someone on what it means to live beyond labels, identities and boxes? will i once again be told i should "try to educate the people around me" on topics like being genderqueer or trans? I dont want to. im too tired for that. i live in such a rural area that being trans alone is enough to ostracize you from the community. to have listened to coworkers repeat right wing anti trans talking points while i sit in the room, quiet, because what if they found out that not only did i tick that box, but went beyond it? its once thing to say you want to be a man or a woman, its another to leave the boxes entirely and shrug at the idea of a label outside of simply queer. ive spent my whole life keeping quiet about these things because i dont want to be the one to educate everyone on it. my therapist telling me at 15 years old that i should try to educate people at my high school about queer issues lives rent free. those kids didnt even believe in gay marriage, which was already fucking legal. will i be "trans" enough in the right ways for a doctor to perscribe me hrt? will i be masculine enough for them to think i deserve hrt? is the fact that i kind of like having boobs but hate having a uterus and vulva too much in the wrong direction? ugh. fuck, man. i just need to make the phonecall. it doesnt matter anyways because i dont have health insurance 👍👍👍👍

[rndmmarston]

Doc Holliday X F/Reader

Im Back…AGAIN

Warnings-None(I don’t think)

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Y/Ns Pov

It was a Nice Morning In Tombstone,Hot like usual, Doc Was sitting outside leaned back with his feet Propped up on a chair at the Barber, I walked over to him “Morning” I said as I sat next to him “Morning Darlin’” he said with his eyes closed looking very Relaxed.

I leaned back into my chair and watched the people walk up and down the street, I seen in the Distance Wyatt, Virgil and Morgan, as they were walking,Ringo,One of the cowboys, Came out of the saloon looking very drunk and looking to start trouble, “Well what do we have here…” he said with a slight Slur “What do want Ringo?” Virgil said Putting his hand on his Revolver “I want your blood, and i want your souls and i want them both right now” He said slightly Stumbling over, I stood up and leaned against the railing watching them, After the O.K Corral shoot out things were not going well between the Earp’s and the Cowboys, I looked over at Doc he was still leaning back, now he had pulled his hat down over his face, i guess to keep the sun out of his eyes, “Oh Look who we have over here~” I looked over to realize Ringo was talking to me “Leave her out of this…” Wyatt said stepping forward, Ringo just smiled “Now see, with out your lover here…You ain’t nothing without him…” I just stayed quiet, I seen in the corner of my eye Doc had put his hand over his Gun…He’s listening… “You know…Why are you with him anyways?” he asked me with slurred words “Why are you with a Lunger? Ya know he is gonna die soon…” He said with a Smirk… “Ya know its sad how he isn’t here to protect you…” He said with a smirk

“Just leave her Alone Ringo…” Wyatt said Getting Ringo attentions, As Ringo was looking at Wyatt Doc Stood up and Put his Gun behind his back, He Whistled getting Ringo’s Attention, Ringo’s eyes Widened when he seen him “Ive been here the whole time…” Doc said stepping down “Go to hell…Ill put ya out of your Misery-“ “Say when” Then Curly bill and A few other cowboys came out of the Saloon, As soon as Ringo went to for Doc he got pulled back by the cowboys “Don’t mind him he’s just drunk thats all!” Curly bill said while laughing.

“gentlemen” Doc tipped his hat at the Earp’s and Walked back over to the Barber, I stood there leaning against the railing, He came up to me wrapping his arm around my waist “You Okay Darlin’?” “yeah…Im fine…” “Its okay…Im here to protect you…Don’t listen to anything he says to you…” He says with a slight smile “I wont…Thanks” I said as I leaned up and kisses his cheek.

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A/N- This is a Short story…Its Currently 2:45 Where i am so its not the best i know, Sorry i dont ever post on here <3

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