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devilishchaos · 1 year

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hi love, i have no clue if youre taking requests atm but im really in love with ur writings, super talented🥹 i wonder if you could write more fluff where rúben is having the pregnancy symptoms (cravings, back pain, etc) basically hes feeling your pregnancy ups and downs hehe

Sympathetic pregnancy | Rúben Dias Imagine

Rating / genre: fluff

Pairings: Reader x Rúben Dias

Summary: Rúben, an expectant father, experiences some of the same symptoms and behavior as his pregnant partner.

Warnings: none

AN: Heyy, thank you so much for the kind words and the request <3 I hope you like it! :) x

Word Count: 813 words

This is a work of fiction. The story, names, characters and incidents either are product or the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

You rolled onto your back with a small groan. Nothing seems to work, you are overly tired, frustrated, in pain and hungry. You are so uncomfortable you actually want to scream. Your stomach is huge and because of that, no position in bed is comfy. Literally not even one.

Being 38 weeks pregnant is hard, all you really want at this point is for the baby to come out already. On top of not being able to find a position to sleep in, you never slept more than an hour at a time. Tonight especially, you had been experiencing braxton-hicks contractions for most of the night, some of them bringing you to tears. You placed your hand on your stomach and could feel him kicking around. You could feel his tiny feet pushing through the skin of your stomach, giving you butterflies and a smile. There was just something so strange about feeling a baby kick within you and while it was weird - it was a beautiful part of pregnancy that you would for sure miss. But of course, right now you just wished he would stay still and go to sleep so maybe you could get some sleep as well. You winced in pain as you felt another contraction come on.

“Rúben?” you asked softly, trying not to startle him.

But there wasn’t a response.

“Rúbes?” you tried again, but still nothing.

And since your back was facing him, you had to turn around to see why he wasn’t responding. Which alone was a big task.

You soon discovered that Rúben wasn’t in bed, his side empty and cold, which meant it had been a while since he had left. But where could have he gone? It was the middle of the night and he had early training tomorrow. So you decided to go and look for him.

After carefully getting out of bed, you put on your fuzzy robe and opened the bedroom door. Immediately you entered the living room and you were met with darkness. You made your way to the closest light switch and

“Ah, are you eating my favorite craving without me?” you gasped at your husband, who you caught red-handed, trying to stuff a pickle in his mouth, a jar of grape jelly and one with peanut butter opened in front of him, sitting on the kitchen counter “How could you do this to me?”

“Princess, I-”

“Don’t princess me now mister! Are you stealing your baby mama’s food? And why are you sitting in darkness??”

“I’m not! I- I just..I wanted to try it and I- I couldn't stop, I guess.”

“It’s good, huh? Make room for me.”

You waddled your way to him, around the kitchen island, and put your hand out. He put a pickle in it, with the perfect ratio of peanut butter and jelly, because at this point he has made that for you one too many times and he knew exactly how you liked it.

“Thank you, babe.” you said while you both continued to stuff your faces. It was just too good to pass.

Rúben almost found himself in tears during the training session at THE Etihad Campus because he didn’t perform the best way he knew he could. He’s had a couple of bad days but they’ve never led him to be so hysterical, he’s a born leader after all.

“Oi, Rúben!” Kyle called him cautiously when Rúben walked into the locker room without saying anything to anyone, his gaze hard as he threw his soaking with sweat shirt quite furiously in his locker.

“Rúben.” he calls him again, this time in a higher tone and he makes his way towards him “Rúben, take a deep breath in, lad. Chill man.” a choked sound comes out of Rúben’s throat as he sits down on the bench and Kyle stepped back to study him better.

“I can’t breathe. Everything hurts. I’m not sleeping like I should and I wanna go back to drink another (caffeinated drink).” Rúben breathed out fast.

“You know if you were a girl I’d tell you you’re like this because of your hormones, your period or something.” Kyle jokes.

“Great! So I’m a man and I’m just crazy?” Rúben rolls his eyes while his friend shakes his head amused “And you have a wife for longer than me, Walks?!? You should know better than to say stuff like that.”

“It’s one of the side effects of becoming a father, I’m telling you..been there, done that..three times.” Kyle shrugs.

“Well it sucks.” Rúben grumbles almost immediately as he crosses his arms to his chest.

“It’s worth it, I can assure you of that.” a little smile is born on both their faces. “Hey, but let me know when your morning sickness goes away, okay?” Rúben groans while Kyle laughs, after all it’s a bit funny.

#ruben dias #ruben gato dias #ruben dias fic #ruben dias imagine #ruben dias imagines #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias x you #ruben dias x y/n #ruben dias fluff #football imagine #football imagines

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doodling-doodle · 19 days

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Dear Doodle

I believe it is time for more ABO

Well, as you wish!

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Kyle was now six months along. Six months... It felt like not much time had passed.

But he knew it had. When his belly was so heavy and his baby girl was kicking all the time, how could he not?

He found himself lying in bed one morning, tired but unable to sleep. Alex was holding him, his arm acting as his pillow while his hand was on his belly, rubbing a line into the swell.

Were they still on the middle name debate? Yeah, but they hadn't talked about it in a while. But he was thinking of names that they could maybe compromise on...

He just felt tired. He was sore, he was tired, he was swollen, and he was honestly ready to have this be over so he could meet his baby.

"You okay?" Alex asked, voice raspy from sleep.

"I wanna sleep but I can't..." He replied, tearing up slightly. Stupid.

"I'm sorry, baby..." Alex said, sighing, "I know it's only three... I can go make breakfast? We have to get on base in a few hours- you know what, I'm going to call Price and tell him you won't be on base today, I think you need a break."

Normally he would fight it... but he couldn't disagree, he needed rest and a break.

"I'm not too hungry right now..." He said, "Maybe if I just get up and do something, I'll exhaust myself and force myself to sleep."

"Ah, ah, ah, that's not good." Alex said, sitting up, "Don't do that. Right now, you need rest, for both you and Rosa."

He sat up slowly, rubbing his belly as he did, groaning, "I don't know what else to do..."

"Why don't I... make you something warm? That might do something." Alex said, rubbing his shoulder as he held his hand on his belly.

He nodded, and Alex kissed him and his belly before turning on the bedside lamp and yawning, walking out of the room and downstairs, passing the now fully decorated nursery as he did.

He found himself looking in the living room as he waited for water to boil so he could make Kyle some ramen. He smiled softly, thinking about holding his baby girl on the couch, playing with her, feeding her, rocking her to sleep... Oh, he was so excited. He was going to cherish his little girl. Just had to help Kyle through these next few months. He knew it was getting harder on him, but he always said it was worth it. He fought a little when Price decided to take him out of training recruits and running drills and purely put him on desk duty, but ultimately took it when he realized just how hard it was for him to actually run drills. It was hard for Alex to see him in pain, whether it was from Rosalie kicking or from Braxton Hicks, he always felt so bad seeing him either curling up in pain or crying, and all he could do was hold him.

But he would always do it. That was his husband and father of his future child. He was more than happy to help them. He would always help them, he truly loved doing it.

He would love his child more than anything. He already did.

...

Kyle hummed softly as he stood from his desk, walking out of his office and to the mess hall. He did get quite a bit of paperwork that morning, mission reports, deliveries, and things he needed to write up. But he was starving, so he would take the break. Even if he didn't really like whatever was in the mess-

"Hey, mi sobrino!"

He turned to the common room, seeing Ale and Rudy in the kitchenette.

"Come here, we got our own lunch." Ale said, smiling, "You deserve better than the slop of the mess hall."

He smiled softly, walking in as Ale patted his shoulder, marching him to the couch, "But don't think for a second you're doing more work."

"Tío, I'm fine, I'm just doing paperwork."

"Doesn't matter. You are growing a whole human inside of you and that's hard work." Ale sat him down, making sure he was comfortable, "Stay there." He said as he walked back to the kitchenette.

He pouted, but stayed there and leaned back slightly, mindlessly rubbing his belly as he closed his eyes, listening to Ale and Rudy as they cooked.

He perked up when he heard his phone go off, seeing a text from Alex.

"Almost back now. How are you?"

He smiled softly, "I'm fine. Ale and Rudy are cooking and telling me to sit down, like I haven't been all day."

"You're not used to being told to relax, huh?"

"I still miss working with recruits!"

"I know, but you might be back at it after she's born."

"What if I don't wanna wait?"

"You have to :) Be back soon!"

He rolled his eyes, chuckling softly.

"Alex?" Rudy asked.

"Alex..." He sighed happily, "He's on his way back from Farah's... Something came up, she needed something."

"Field related?"

"No, something else... He should be here soon." He smiled softly, hearing Rudy chuckle.

"Shocked he took it up, considering how attentive he is to you." He said, bringing over a plate.

He chuckled, taking it from him, "I kinda volunteered him for it."

"You're not used to being so taken care of, huh?"

"Not really... Feel more bad for him than anything, he always needs to be around me. Trying to give him a break."

"So you sent him off?" Ale asked, chuckling a little.

"Yeah..."

"You don't know how to be pregnant, Kyle. You're supposed to be taken care of!"

He glared at Rudy, chuckling softly, "Maybe so... I will say, it is nice to be taken care of like that..."

"Of course it is."

He smiled softly, putting his now empty plate down as he sighed, "Fuck, I scarfed that down, Rudy... Love your cooking."

He chuckled, "Maybe I'll start cooking more when you have to stay on base... though that's increasingly rare."

He giggled softly, "Even so-" He winced slightly, feeling Rosalie kick him hard and a sharp pain in his belly, "Rosa... Please..."

"You okay?" Ale asked, sitting closer to him.

"Just kicking me..." He said, holding his belly softly as he breathed, "... And Braxton Hicks."

Ale nodded softly, holding his hands as he winced again, whimpering slightly.

"You're okay, you're okay." He whispered, holding Kyle close to him, "It'll be over soon, just breathe."

"I'll get you some water." Rudy said, standing and going back to the kitchenette.

"Al-Alex will be back soon, right?" Kyle asked, leaning against Ale softly.

"Yeah. He's almost here, don't worry, okay?"

Kyle nodded, trying to breathe through the pain and letting Ale rub his back and his belly while he rocked him softly. It helped a lot, but it, thankfully, stopped quickly, and he didn't even notice when it all stopped.

"Sometimes I hate being pregnant..." He said, huffing out a chuckle.

"I think I can see why." Rudy said, sitting beside him and handing him a glass of water, "But... it will be worth it in the end, right?"

"Of course..." He smiled softly, "But damn it, sometimes it's so annoying!"

Ale chuckled, letting go of him softly, "You're doing hard work. You're gonna do just fine as a father, I know it."

He truly hoped so... He wanted to be so bad.

...

For days, almost two weeks after Alex returned, Kyle would curl up next to him, or in his arms. As much as he wanted to give Alex a break, he really missed him. And Alex missed him too. He was happy to hold him for hours, kiss all over his stomach, and cook whatever he wanted that day.

He just finished up with the training for the recruits, telling them to go enjoy the next few hours before they would go to the shooting range.

He went to go find Kyle in his office, seeing him sitting at his desk and writing up papers on his laptop.

"You alright, baby?" He asked, making Kyle look up, smiling.

"I'm fine. Just about done with these." Kyle replied, clearly rubbing his belly as if Rosa had just kicked him, "We still going out for dinner tonight?"

"If you're up for it." He walked up to him, sitting next to him and pulling two containers out of his bag, "I got some lunch."

"Aw, love..." Kyle smiled, leaning over to kiss his cheek softly, "You're the best."

"Don't I know it."

They both chuckled, and Kyle leaned back, opening the container and eyes rolling back when the smell hit him, "God, you're so good at cooking these."

Alex smirked, closing Kyle's laptop for him and turning to him as Kyle started eating. He just watched him for a minute, almost forgetting he had his own lunch as he was enamored with his husband.

He found himself staring at Kyle all the time, when he was just doing anything. Eating, sleeping, sitting down- anything. He always thought he was the most beautiful man in the world, but now, he saw their baby with him, and it was like his beauty just enhanced by one thousand.

It had been almost seven months. Seven. There were only two and a half months left before they could meet their baby girl.

"What are you looking at?" Kyle asked.

"The most beautiful people in the world."

"Oh, she's sharing that place with me now?"

He chuckled, "I have a feeling she's going to look like you. So yes."

Kyle blushed softly, rocking his chair side to side as he kept eating, "Sh-Shut up..."

"Aw, come on, you don't want her to look like you?"

"I think she'll look like you!"

"Wanna bet?"

Kyle rolled his eyes playfully, "You hope she looks like me, don't you?"

"Yes!"

"I hope she gets your smile, how about that?"

Alex laughed, shaking his head slightly.

They both knew they would love her no matter what. They already adored her.

But Alex did have hopes that she would look like Kyle. Because he was the one doing all the work. He deserved to have her look like him.

...

At seven and a half months, Kyle got his final ultrasound. Alex struggled watching Kyle decline slightly, how he needed help to walk, was a lot more tired, and was sad about Price officially putting them both on leave. But the joy was above the struggles for both of them.

Kyle thought that they would be used to it, so Alex wouldn't be hovering over him in the doctor's office, but no. He was still right there next to him, holding his hand and his other hand on his shoulder. This was common for all appointments, but, Alex would always step back when he needed to, just watch over him with such care and attention, it always made him tear up a little.

"How's she looking?" Alex asked, snapping Kyle from his thoughts.

"Looking good and healthy." The nurse replied, "Heartbeat sounds normal, looks like she's fully developed- oh, that was a kick, wasn't it?"

"Yep, it was." Kyle said, chuckling, feeling the lingering soreness. Then, he watched- and felt- her hand run against his womb softly. He swore Alex nearly broke down in tears.

"She looks great. Even a little bigger than a normal seven-month..." The nurse said, then her face shifted ever so slightly. He wasn't going to say anything, but Alex did.

"Everything okay?" It was soft, with concern barely hidden.

"Normally, babies would have at least started to turn on their heads." The nurse said, "She isn't moving. Which is not all that concerning, maybe she'll flip soon, it's not uncommon."

He squeezed Alex's hand.

"Is... there a higher chance of her being a breach birth?" Alex asked.

"Maybe slightly- not enough to truly worry about."

They both nodded.

The rest of the appointment went fine, but both of them were quiet. Alex kept holding his hand, even while driving back to the house. He didn't know what to really say.

"Are you okay?" Alex asked when they got closer to the house.

"I... Don't know." He replied quietly.

"Me neither..."

"Why hasn't she even started turning?"

"Aren't there ways to... try and help her turn?" Alex asked as he parked, "Do you want to try it?"

He nodded, smiling softly, "How do you stay so calm? Wish I had that."

Alex chuckled slightly, "I'm really not calm, but, one of us has to try to be."

He laughed, almost forgetting all about the reason he was worried in the first place as Alex opened his door, and he followed after him, holding his arm as they went inside, Iris laying over his legs as he laid on the couch, head laying on Alex's lap, feeling him play with his hair, which he, admittedly, had stopped taking as good care of. It was more frizz than curl now, and had even grown about an inch.

"You hungry?" Alex asked after a while.

"Oh, yeah I am." Kyle replied, slowly rolling over to look up at Alex, "I'll take anything you make, I'm starving."

Alex chuckled, slowly moving him to get up, "I'll make some pizza."

Oh yeah. He has the best husband ever... He loved his Alpha...

He knew that he would be a fantastic father. He already loved his daughter, he knew he would do anything for her... Alex had spent hours just sitting in the nursery, smiling and thinking.

On all the rough days, when he just wanted to curl up and try to get her to stop moving so much, there Alex was, giving him a massage, or holding him for hours, getting him anything he needed. Alex would kiss his stomach, talking softly, as if talking to Rosalie. Sometimes he would sing to her. And the best part was, he could feel Rosalie calming down and stilling once Alex started talking to her.

Alex was the best husband an Omega could ask for...

"You alright over there?" Alex asked, smiling softly.

"Yeah... Just thinking..." He replied, looking over and realizing Alex was gazing at him, damn near sparkles in his eyes.

Alex could never get tired of looking at him. He'd admit, he was going to miss seeing the baby bump once she was born.

But he was going to love seeing her grow up...

He helped Kyle up the stairs to their room after dinner, and Kyle went to sleep quickly. Which he was thankful for...

He cried. He left the room, went to the nursery, and cried. He was scared. He was scared that his child could be in danger if she didn't turn. He was scared that his husband could also be in danger. He just wanted them to be safe. He couldn't help Kyle much, if at all, with this. He just had to hope to God that she would flip over soon.

He finally calmed down. He quietly went back to their room, carefully crawling back into bed to hold onto Kyle, his scent making him feel much more relaxed.

"I love you, Kyle... I love you, Rosa..."

...

Kyle was finally eight and a half months along. They decided to get one more ultrasound, and found that Rosa had finally, slightly, started to turn, which made them both relax a lot. They were both officially put on leave when he hit eight months, as per Kyle's request, and everyone had started to visit them as much as possible. Graves had gifts from the Shadows, which kept pouring in. Alex's parents had been sending things in, and Ale and Rudy were dropping off anything and everything. Ale's sister had made matching baby and full-sized blankets for them, too, which they loved.

Kyle was a lot more tired now, a lot more frequently. He felt kicks a lot more often, and had Braxton Hicks a lot more. He even had a full false labor once last week.

Everyone was guessing what her exact birthday would be. It was really heartwarming to see everyone get so excited, getting her clothes and toys, and getting Kyle "Post-partum" clothes.

So now it was a waiting game, and Alex had all the time in the world. Every night, he would sit Kyle up and try to loosen his back. His muscles would get tight and uncomfortable, and Alex was more than happy to help. He would help Kyle bathe, help him get dressed, changed, anything. He helped Kyle calm down after finding out the labor was false, helped him through the false contractions. They were talking about her so much, thinking about her future, what she might be like, who'd she look more like. Even Iris was a lot more cuddly.

But he was so tired of being pregnant. He was looking forward to the following days now, counting them down to his due date.

Fourteen days. Then thirteen. Twelve. Eleven. Then ten. Nine. Eight. Seven...

Seven.

"Feel better?" Alex asked as he softly massaged Kyle's shoulder, sitting behind him. Kyle nodded, humming softly as he leaned back.

"Thanks, love..." Kyle said softly, sighing in relief as Alex moved down his back, feeling one of his hands move to the side of his belly, where Rosa kicked into his hand.

"She's active today, huh?" Alex asked, smiling.

"Won't stop kicking my sides... God, I am excited for next week."

"Might happen before that." He felt Alex kiss his neck, near his mating bite, before moving to be in front of him.

"Want me to get your legs? I know you're sore." Alex asked, and he nodded softly, leaning back and closing his eyes as he felt Alex's warm hands on his thighs.

"This little girl will have you wrapped around her finger." Kyle said, and he heard Alex chuckle.

"Oh yeah. But I'm happy with that. I will spoil her." Alex replied, kissing his belly softly, and he giggled.

"Don't spoil her too much. Still raising her right, Al..."

"I am allowed to spoil my daughter to death, thank you very much!"

Kyle chuckled softly, "Fine, fine... A little spoiling is fine." He yawned, and he felt Alex shifting, helping him lay down and kissing over his face softly, which actually put him to sleep pretty quickly.

Six days... Six days left.

Or... should have been.

Alex woke up at about two in the morning, and he rolled over to find that Kyle's side of the bed was empty.

"Kyle?" He said softly, voice raspy.

He sat up, running a hand down his face and reaching for his water bottle on his nightstand as he swung his legs to the floor, and he realized that the bathroom door was shut and the light was on... He heard, what sounded like, shaky breathing.

He was worried now. He put his water bottle back down, walked to the bathroom door, and knocked softly.

"Kyle? You okay?" He asked. No answer.

"Kyle." It was firmer this time. No answer.

"Are you okay?" He was worried. But there was a somewhat answer.

"The- The doors unlocked..."

He quickly opened it, seeing Kyle curled up, leaning on the ledge of the bathtub, tears running down his face as he sobbed, cradling his belly.

"Kyle..." He walked up to him, kneeling down and slowly pulling Kyle into his arms, "What's going on?"

"I-I'm..." He took in a sharp breath, "I'm in so much pain..."

"Shh..." He rocked Kyle softly, letting him nuzzle into his neck, biting down on his scent gland, which seemed to relax him a little.

"You're okay... you're okay." He pulled back slightly, still holding Kyle's hands, smiling softly. The smile dropped when Kyle's face changed, whining in pain and gripping Alex's hands tighter.

"Breathe..." He whispered, trying to keep a straight face through his worry... and the pain he was in from the vice-like grip on his hands.

After about thirty seconds, Kyle breathed in again, and Alex cradled his face softly, realizing he was drenched in sweat.

"Just keep breathing... How long?"

"U-Uh... almost an hour...?" Kyle replied, "I don't know if it's real, I-I just-" He cut himself off, gripping Alex's arms tighter as he gritted his teeth.

"It's okay... You're okay."

He watched Kyle's eyes suddenly open as he breathed heavily.

"Hey, hey..." He gently rubbed Kyle's cheek, about to reach up and get a wet washcloth, but Kyle held him down.

"Alex." He looked panicked.

"My water just broke."

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #cod mwii #kyle gaz garrick #alex keller #john price #phillip graves #alejandro vargas #rodolfo parra #gazalex #alexgaz

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the-healthy-human-mind · 3 months

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To Me, From Me

Pairing: F! OC Evelyne “Snake” Gray x Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

CWs: Insecurities, ANGST with a happy ending, disassociation, poor self esteem, hints to abuse, mentions of pregnancy, slight pregnancy complication, Kyle is a sweetie, this is sad because I said so.

At 17, Evelyne never saw herself getting married, let alone having children of her own, but at 27, she cherishes every moment with her girls. She finally had the life she wished for, an amazing husband, her sisters by her side, a daughter, and a second child on the way. She didn’t ask for anything more, so why did she get thrown into this situation? What the fuck did she do to piss off God so bad that He did this to her?

Scarlette’s piercing cry breaks Evelyne out of her thoughts, turning her head to see Kyle comforting their daughter. Claire stands up slowly to go make a bottle for the girl, passing a worried glance at her, and then to the man sitting smugly in her living room. A man she never thought she’d see again, who abandoned her at 17, running off to god knows where. “Nellian, what have you done?”

“I reached out to him first, Ev, I swear! Its not his fault, he wanted to see you- he feels bad for not stopping what dad d-”

“Nellian,” Kyle’s voice broke through the young woman’s rant, “Go upstairs with Claire and Scar,”

“Uncle Ky please just-”

“Now,”

Nellian frowns, but heads for the stairs, Claire following behind her with Scarlette wiggling in her arms. Andrew sits there, calmly, eyes trained on Evelyne’s heavily pregnant stomach. His eyes flick to Kyle when the man comes up to sit next to her, turning his body to slightly block her from her brother’s view.

“Mars,” Andrew calls out, voice slightly raspier than before.

“Lorris,” the nickname rolls off her tongue easily despite her anxiety, as if she hasn’t not said it in 10 years. “You better have a good fucking reason to be here, Andrew. And you’ve got 10 seconds to make me believe your bullshit story.” Andrew scoffs at her husband, rolling his eyes. “Nellie had reached out, said she wanted to meet with me, so I did.” “Now,” Kyle leans his elbows on his knees, blocking Evelyne entirely from Andrew. “I know that’s bullshit, because you didn’t just meet with Nellian, you drove her back to my home, and walked through the fucking door like you paid the mortgage. Try again.”

Andrews leg bounces, a tick she will never forget of his, while glaring at Kyle. A wave of pain crashes through Evelyne’s body like lighting, causing her to inhale sharply. Her quick breath doesn’t go unnoticed, however, as Kyle immediately turns to her, brown eyes full of panic.

“Are you alright, love?”

Evelyn’s goes to nod, not wanting to cause a disturbance, but another wave of pain pulls a groan from her throat. It doesn’t feel like Braxton hicks, no, it feels exactly like when she went into labor with Scarlette. Kyle seems to notice her internal panic, standing up and grabbing Andrew roughly by the collar, dragging him to the front door. “If you ever show your ugly fucking mug here again, I’m putting a bullet between your eyes.” Kyle slams the door, rushing back to Evelyne, who is now surrounded by her three minions, meowing away at their mom.

“C’mon love, we’re going to the hospital.”

“But Scar,”

“Claire and Nel have her, we need to make sure you’re both okay.”

“Well,” the OBGYN takes off her gloves, “I don’t see any reason to panic, it looks like stress caused minor pre-term contractions, but you’re not dilated, so just make sure you’re resting.” She reassured them before smiling and saying her goodbyes.

Evelyne relaxes at that, squeezing Kyle’s hand as he rests his forehead against hers. They stay like that for a moment, before he brings his other hand down to her bare bump, thumb brushing against old scars.

If only 17 year old Evelyne could see her now, belly the size of a beach ball, married, and so in love. The brat would probably laugh her ass off in disbelief.

As Kyle pulls her shirt down for her and helps her sit up, Evelyne wonders if she could have ever lived without him. If she would still be here, or if she would be living life through a lens, only alive for the sake of her sisters. If she would still see color in this world.

This time, a harsh kick to Kyle’s hand on her belly breaks her out of her thoughts. She laughs at his look of offense from being kicked by his unborn daughter.

“Not even born yet and the little shit is already causing trouble, huh?”

#call of duty #cod #cod mw2 #cod modern warfare #modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty oc #cod mw #cod oc #angst with a happy ending #kyle gaz garrick x evelyne snake gray #kyle gaz garrick #cod mw3 #oc x canon #evelyne ‘snake’ gray

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shittysawtraps · 2 years

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Hello, Kyle and Braxton.

For years, your aggressive homophobia has made life hell for the people around you, all in the name of "no homo." Now, in order to survive, it's time for you to say "yes homo."

Take a look down. You'll notice you're both wearing metal... underwear. Metal underwear. Okay.

Anyway, in thirty seconds, the room will fill with a toxic gas, unless you complete the circuit to run the exhaust fan, which will suck all of the gas out. But for that, you'll have to make the... Make the balls touch. You have to make the... You're going to have to press your metal underwear together to complete the circuit, and...

This is stupid. I'm gassing you both and going to lunch. Better luck next life.

#shitty saw traps #submission

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grandvhs · 2 years

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lista de nomes masculinos que estava no meu bloco de notas e eu só lembrei agora

starting with A ;;

aaron.

adair.

adam.

aiden.

ajax.

alec.

alfie.

allistar.

anderson.

andrew.

andy.

angus.

antonio.

anthony.

archer.

archibald.

archie.

aries.

arlo.

arthur.

ashley.

ashton.

austen.

avery.

axel.

starting with B ;;

bailey.

beau.

beckham.

beckett.

bellamy.

benjamin.

bennett.

bentley.

blade.

blake.

blaine.

blaise.

blue.

bobbie.

bodhi.

brad.

brandon.

braxton.

brayden.

brent.

brett.

brock.

brody.

brooke.

bryson.

starting with C ;;

caleb.

callum.

calvin.

cameron.

carlisle.

carlos.

carson.

carter.

casey.

chad.

chandler.

charlie.

chase.

chaz.

christian.

christopher.

cody.

colby.

cole.

cooper.

colton.

connor.

conrad.

corbin.

corey.

starting with D ;;

dakota.

dallas.

damien.

damon.

dante.

darian.

darron.

darryl.

david.

dawson.

declan.

demetri.

dennison.

denver.

derek.

diego.

diesel.

dimitri.

dixon.

dominic.

donovan.

drake.

drew.

dustin.

dwayne.

starting with E ;;

eason.

eaton.

eddy.

edmund.

edward.

elijah.

elior.

ellias.

elliot.

ellis.

elyas.

ember.

emerson.

emery.

emilio.

emmett.

enzo.

eric.

ernie.

ethan.

ethaniel.

evan.

everett.

everson.

ezar.

starting with F ;;

fabio.

fallon.

farah.

felix.

fernando.

ferris.

felton.

finn.

finnegan.

finnick.

fitz.

fitzgerald.

fletcher.

floyd.

flynn.

foley.

forest.

francisco.

franco.

frankie.

franklin.

fraser.

frasier.

freddie.

fredrik.

starting with G ;;

gabe.

gabriel.

gale.

gallagher.

garcia.

gareth.

garrett.

gary.

gavin.

gene.

george.

gerard.

gilbert.

giovanni.

glenn.

gordon.

grady.

graeme.

grant.

greggory.

gregor.

greyson.

griffin.

gus.

guy.

starting with H ;;

hadley.

hale.

haley.

hamilton.

hamish.

hansel.

harley.

harris.

harrison.

harry.

harvey.

haven.

hayes.

heath.

hector.

hendrix.

henrik.

henry.

holton.

howard.

hudson.

hugh.

hugo.

hunter.

hyde.

starting with I ;;

ian.

ibrahim.

icarius.

idris.

igor.

iman.

immanuel.

imran.

indi.

indiana.

indigo.

indra.

inrique.

irwin.

isaak.

isaiah.

isaias.

ishmael.

isobell.

israel.

ivan.

ivey.

ivor.

ivory.

izzy.

starting with J ;;

jack.

jacob.

jagger.

jai.

james.

jamie.

jason.

jaspar.

jaxon.

jaydon.

jed.

jeremy.

jesse.

jett.

joel.

jameson.

jonathon.

jordan.

jose.

joseph.

joshua.

jude.

julian.

junior.

justin.

starting with K ;;

kade.

kai.

kalen.

kameron.

kane.

kasey.

kayden.

keaton.

keegan.

keenan.

kellan.

kendall.

kendrick.

kevin.

khalil.

kian.

kiefer.

kieran.

kingsley.

kingston.

klaus.

kohen.

konrad.

kristoff.

kyle.

starting with L ;;

lachlan.

lamar.

lambert.

lance.

landon.

langston.

lawrence.

lawson.

leeroy.

lennon.

leo.

leonardo.

levi.

lewis.

liam.

lincoln.

lionel.

logan.

lorenzo.

louis.

luca.

lucas.

lucky.

lucis.

luke.

starting with M ;;

mackenzie.

madden.

maddox.

malaki.

malcolm.

manuel.

marco.

marcus.

marley.

marshall.

martin.

mason.

matteo.

matthew.

max.

micah.

michael.

miguel.

mike.

miles.

miller.

milo.

mitchell.

morgan.

moses

starting with N ;;

nadir.

naiser.

nasir.

nate.

nathan.

nathaniel.

naveen.

naydon.

ned.

nico.

neil.

nelson.

nero.

nicholai.

nicholas.

nila.

niles.

nixon.

noah.

noel.

nolan.

norman.

north.

nylan.

nyle.

starting with O ;;

oakley.

ocean.

octavius.

odell.

olaf.

oliver.

ollie.

omar.

omari.

orion.

orlando.

osborn.

oscar.

o’shea.

osten.

oswald.

otis.

otto.

owen.

oxley.

starting with P ;;

pablo.

page.

palmer.

parker.

parrish.

patrick.

paul.

paulo.

pax.

paxton.

payton.

penn.

percy.

perry.

peter.

phineas.

phoenix.

pierce.

pierre.

prescott.

presley.

preston.

prince.

princeton.

puck.

starting with Q ;;

qadim.

qadir.

quain.

quenby.

quill.

quimby.

quincy.

quinn.

quinten.

starting with R ;;

randy.

raymond.

reese.

reid.

remy.

reuben.

rhett.

rhys.

richard.

richie.

ricky.

riley.

robert.

robin.

roger.

roman.

romeo.

ronan.

ronnie.

ross.

rowen.

ryan.

ryder.

ryker.

rylan.

starting with S ;;

sage.

sailor.

salem.

samson.

samuel.

sascha.

sawyer.

saxon.

scott.

sean.

sebastian.

seth.

shane.

shiloh.

simon.

sinclair.

skyler.

sonny.

spencer.

stanley.

stefan.

steven.

stevie.

storm.

sullivan.

starting with T ;;

tamir.

tanner.

tate/tait.

tatum.

taylor.

teddy.

theo.

thomas.

timothy.

tobias.

toby.

todd.

tommy.

tory.

trace.

travis.

trent.

trevor.

trey.

tristan.

troye.

tucker.

tyler.

tyrone.

tyson.

starting with U ;;

umair.

umar.

urien.

usama.

starting with V ;;

valentine.

valentino.

vance.

vaughn.

victor.

vincent.

vinn.

vinnie.

vladimir.

starting with W ;;

wade.

walden.

wallace.

walter.

warner.

warren.

warrick.

waylan.

wayne.

wendall.

wes.

wesley.

west.

whitley.

wilbert.

william.

willis.

wilmer.

windsor.

winslow.

winston.

wolf.

wren.

wyatt.

wynter.

starting with X ;;

xachary.

xan.

xander.

xavier.

xeno.

ximen.

xylon.

starting with Y ;;

yahto.

yakub.

yasin.

yasi.

york.

ysrael.

yuri.

yusef.

starting with Z ;;

zachary.

zahir.

zander.

zane.

zavier.

zed.

zeke.

zion.

zolten.

#name ideas #male names #nomes masculinos #rpg #prompt #writing help #list

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goodsgraces · 1 month

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new older muses . . . like this for a one - liner based on a lyric from one of my liked songs on spotify . i'll dm you to ask your preference !

ezra braxton - graham . oliver jackson - cohen . thirty5 . pilot .

anthony okello . daniel kaluuya . thirty3 . screenwriter .

beau kinsey . kyle gallner . thirty4 . construction worker .

danielle rhodes . laura harrier . thirty2 . news anchor .

chantal calvo . adria arjona . thirty . wedding planner .

penelope estrada . priscilla quintana . thirty . bakery owner .

and another harris dickinson named jesse erickson . tattoo artist . twenty6 .

#indie rp #indie bi rp #i think im gonna post the starters tomorrow and focus on resting / more drafts tonight . . .

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thisisyourdriverspeaking · 4 months

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Seeing as it is also Indycar race weekend in Road America, I give you US motorsport number twos the Indycar version. Enjoy 😊

Helio Castoneves (10th May 1975) - Freddy Fender - Before The Next Teardrop Falls

Takuma Sato (28th January 1977) - Rose Royce - Car Wash

Katherine Legge (12th July 1980) - Billy Joel - It's Still Rock And Roll To Me

Scott Dixon (22nd July 1980) - Paul McCartney - Coming Up

Ryan Hunter-Reay (17th December 1980) - Leo Sayer - More Than I Can Say

Will Power (1st March 1981) & Ed Carpenter (3rd March 1981) - Dolly Parton - 9 To 5

Romain Grosjean (17th April 1986) - Prince & The Revolution - Kiss

Marco Andretti (13th March 1987) - Huey Lewis & The News - Jacob's Ladder

Colin Braun (22nd September 1988) - Robert Palmer - Simply Irresistable

Graham Rahal (4th January 1989) - Bobby Brown - My Prerogative

Agustin Canapino (19th January 1990) - Janet Jackson - Rhythm Nation

Marcus Ericsson (2nd September 1990) - Jon Bon Jovi - Blaze Of Glory

Josef Newgarden (22nd December 1990) - Madonna - Justify My Love

Alexander Rossi (25th September 1991) - Marky Mark & The Funky Bunch - Good Vibrations

Felix Rosenqvist (7th November 1991) - Mariah Carey - Emotions

Conor Daly (15th December 1991) - Boyz II Men - It's So Hard To Say Goodbye To Yesterday

Kyle Larson (31st July 1992) - Madonna - This Used To Be My Playground

Jack Harvey (15th April 1993) & Scott McLaughlin (10th June 1993) - Silk - Freak Me

Tom Blomqvist (30th November 1993) - Elton John & Kiki Dee - True Love

Pietro Fittipaldi (25th June 1996) - Toni Braxton - You're Makin' Me High

Alex Palou (1st April 1997) - Spice Girls - Wannabe

Santino Ferrucci (31st May 1998) - Mariah Carey - My All

Kyle Kirkwood (19th October 1998) - Monica - The First Night

Callum Ilott (11th November 1998) - Barenaked Ladies - One Week

Linus Lundqvist (26th March 1999) - Whitney Houston ft Faith Evans & Kelly Price - Heartbreak Hotel

Pato O'Ward (6th May 1999) - Sixpence None The Richer - Kiss Me

Colton Herta (30th March 2000) - Lonestar - Amazed

Christian Rasmussen (29th June 2000) - Aaliyah - Try Again

Marcus Armstrong (29th July 2000) - Matchbox Twenty - Bent

Rinus Veekay (11th September 2000) - Madonna - Music

Christian Lundgaard (23rd July 2001) - Blu Cantrell - Hit Em Up Style (Oops)

Sting Ray Robb (3rd September 2001) - Jennifer Lopez ft Ja Rule - I'm Real

David Malukas (27th September 2001) - Alicia Keys - Fallin'

Theo Pourchaire (20th August 2003) - Chingy - Right Thurr

Kyffin Simpson (9th October 2004) - Usher ft Alicia Keys - My Boo

Nolan Siegel (8th November 2004) - Ciara ft Petey Pablo - Goodies

Added to this playlist 😊

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heelcody · 2 years

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no one names their kids Kyle anymore when was the last time you saw a child named Kyle. now white kids are all named shit like Braxton

#my parents didnt even name me kyle i hadnt to choose it myself!!!!#txt

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barclaysangel · 1 year

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Nica: *going into false labor*

Andy: *freaking out*

Kyle: It’s okay, it’s okay! It’s just braxton hicks!

Andy: Who the fuck is Braxton Hicks, and why is he doing this to her!?!?

#Chucky #Chucky 2021 #Child’s Play #Nica Pierce #Andy Barclay #Kyle Simpson #Fiona Dourif #Alex Vincent #Christine Elise #Andy x Nica #BarclayPierce #Incorrect quote #incorrect Chucky quote

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cynsualc829 · 4 months

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Hour I

Paradise Beach / Evan Carydakis

A Love Like Ours / Dominique Toney

Camper Mode / Kai Otten

Canyon Dreams / Tom Braxton

Lorena / Keith Fiala

All My Life (Ft. Aaron Neville) / Linda Ronstadt

So Amazing / Mariea Antoinette

Down for the Third Time / Citrus Sun

Beverly Hills Party / Peet Project

At Last / Sam Riney

Sweet Love / The Commodores

Late NITE cruzin / Funktastic Players

One Love (ft. Stabe Wilson)

Swunky (ft. Evan Taylor) / Kyle Schroeder

Hour II

Cuttin Up / Steve Laury

Tasty Smooth / Bryan Morris

Miles Away / Basia

AM-FM / Dave Valentine

Don't Cha Wanna Go / Groove Frequencies

By The Time This Night Is Over (ft. Peabo Bryson) / Kenny G

Unlimited Access / Tony Saunders

For Ramsey (ft. Chan Hall, Marvin Taylor, Jr.) / Bill McGee II

Don't Make Me Wait Too Long (ft. Stevie Wonder & Joe Thomas) / Kimberly Brewer

Blowbacks / Al Nesbitt and The Alchemy

Good To Be Back / Natalie Cole

Mi Senorita De San Juan (ft. Mark Visher & Scottie Haskell) / Mark Carter

Soul-Limbo / Booker T & The MGs

Water Sound / The Eric Evans Project

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progmanx · 8 months

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Hello, hi. First of all, I just want to say that I LOVE your Jeckole fic. It's honestly so great and everything from the dialogue to the various HCs to fill in the space left by the game makes so much sense. I was reading the comments, though, and saw that you said that you were going for a biromantic Nicole. This really struck me as an interesting choice because it really kind of clashes with my interpretation of what's presented in the game, IE complete disgust with men in all circumstances. Since everything else about the fic is so clearly well thought out, I was wondering if you have any specific reasoning for that decision?

In either case, like I said, I really love your fic, and want to thank you for writing it.

Hi! Thank you so much! <3

Mmk, so, "going for" is not really how I meant it, or intended. Yes, there was a lot of thought put into that decision to “write” Nicole as biromantic gray/something/she's seventeen she's not gonna have this shit figured out, though in all honesty that ideally shouldn't be distinguishable from any interpretation one may have in the actual text of the fic.

If it is, dear God, tell me. Because I whiffed something if you can. The fact that you were this surprised suggests that you couldn't, but, just to be safe lol

All of this is interpretative, and has no real bearing on how I'm writing Nicole, as she's still who she is first and foremost. Whatever she is to you, that's what she is. End of story.

This is basically the equivalent of flavor text (I seriously mean it; this isn't supposed to have any kind of noticeable or even actual influence on how she is written), but, since you asked, sure! :)

*inhales*

First, teenage boys are, by and large, disgusting. They don't really have hygiene figured out, or put in any effort into their appearance, and this can continue well into the 20s for many cis straight men. They smell. Boys smell. No one likes stinky people.

Second, teenage boys in 2009 also, by and large, identified as straight by a WAY wider margin than they do now. I can't stress enough how massive a difference just NOT being straight at all---even for those who don't even know they aren't---can radically change a dude’s perspective and behavior even at that age.

However, the ones who are unknowingly closeted are also unlikely to make enough noise to really be noticed at all half the time, because having any kind of crack in that brick wall of bullshit makes engaging with it absolutely revolting and horrifying.

It's just a constant stream of "this is not okay" and not having the language, nor authority, nor support, to do anything other than do your best to not make it worse. Because if you try to help without fully grasping WHAT is going on and WHY (which, you can't, because you're not high on the same bullshit as the other dudes) you WILL make it worse.

The sheer toxicity of what masculinity presented itself to be (and continues to), is probably the LEAST romantic or generally attractive thing ever for many, many people. It's hostile, aggressive, and has zero interest in acknowledging anyone's existence or feelings.

This is even WORSE with her male authority figures (Coach Colby, the counselor), who honestly really shouldn't count towards any consideration since she's a minor and they have a massive amount of power over her.

So, they don't. Just wanted to mention them here to make sure it was clear I didn't forget about them.

Anyway, if all the guys you knew were ones like Kylar (an obviously closeted rapist), Crispin (pbbbbth), Braxton, Trody, or Jeffrey---like ACTUAL Jeffrey, not just 'the nerdy anime kid', no the MASSIVE red flag stalker who THINKS he's a Nice Guy (tm) and sensitive---and AT BEST you'd get lucky with Hunter (ew) or Kyle (lmao, and also a stalker), and you didn't HAVE to date dudes, and understood that about yourself, dear God, why would you ever bother?

That being said, Nicole's general viciousness and misanthropy is rather heavily implied, imo, to be mostly reaction to her most recent move, so all of those guys hitting on her at her old school doesn't seem to be something she actively despised, since the social leverage she gains isn't presented as anything negative initially.

That's not to say Nicole did not have the capacity for all of this, she absolutely did, but I don't think she pushed it NEARLY as hard as she does now.

Anyway, the boys, at her old school, were still stinky, but with 'the popular girls' comes the guys who actually know what deodorant is. If she were constantly disgusted and revolted by the guys at her old school, I don't think she'd be THIS PISSED and not okay with moving somewhere else, since that is SO MUCH of high school social life, endlessly.

Nicole, at least how I'm reading this, is disgusted with everything about masculinity and men that she absolutely should be. There is no gray area here. I don't think she is inherently disgusted with the existence of men in general as a concept.

In the start of the first game, she honestly kind of DOES give the guys half a chance. They're just all generally terrible and do nothing to disprove any of her preconceptions since she's done this so many times and met so many people, and since boys really aren't encouraged to TRY, why would they be any different?

I'm not saying she'd jump at the first guy who wasn't a total piece of shit to her and was sincere about it (she would NOT fucking believe it wasn't part of some long play to fuck her and fuck with her head, and honestly I wouldn't either in her shoes) but rather that the idea of 'dating a guy' isn't inherently repulsive down to her bones, but rather that all of the guys she knows make the distinction, for the moment, essentially non-existent.

Now, yes, by Senior Year (so parts of the first game, and all of Re-Up), she has zero fucks left and zero patience (hence her amped up hostility from moment one compared to September 2007) since none of them, have EVER done anything to prove her wrong. And if someone did, like I said above, she wouldn't believe them anyway.

All of that said, I mean. Yeah, she probably massively prefers girls. If you could choose one or the other in that context, and you didn't give a shit about how people saw you, or what your parents would say, or any of that, who would pick dudes?

Hopefully that answered your question, and thanks for reading!

#fanfiction

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