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[her-power]

The End of All Things (Part Five - The Finale: e.m. x fem reader)

TRIGGER/SPOILERS & C/W: 18++++ MDNI!! GO AWAY. You will be blocked. Sweet! Semi-dom!Eddie, fluff, talks of grief, talks of death/dying, pregnancy, birth trauma, descriptions of birth, mentions of PPD/PPA, lots of smut, fingering (f receiving), oral (m+f receiving), squirting, spanking, butt play (m receiving), unprotected p +v, crying, swearing.

Part One: Denial Part Two: Anger Part Three: Bargaining Part Four: Depression

Summary: The Finale - this part will take places over many months and go through some years. The full summary of the series is on the 1st part.

Word Count: 17.7k

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One of the best things about being pregnant is being able to eat a meatball sub in the front seat of your car, looking like a wild animal who had just caught their meal, not caring that the sauce was dripping down your chin. 

It was April 1992; you were seven months pregnant, and it was your birthday. You were waiting for Robin to meet you to give you gifts. 

You gaze down at your growing belly, gently rubbing your palm over it. The months had gone by fast, and you couldn’t complain. You were having a good pregnancy. Eddie had a hard time keeping his hands off you; you had curves to begin with, but you had gained weight almost everywhere, and it turned him into more of a pig then he already was. Again, you couldn’t complain, the sex you had at the beginning of the second trimester should’ve been made into a porno: your hormones were all over the place, and your sex drive was out of control. You were horny, all the time. You had sex in places you never thought you would, in a public restroom, on the hood of your car in broad daylight, all over the Hideout. And when you say all over, you mean it. The bar, the bar stools, the stage, the pool table, everywhere. 

You smile when you think back to those first few months. It seemed so long ago now, but there were so many moments from then that you wish you could go back to and remember to take pictures. But some moments are too special to share with the world. 

You had told Eddie you were pregnant the day after you found out; you wanted to tell him the same day, but you chickened out when he had come to your house after work. To say you were nervous was an understatement, you were terrified. Not because you thought he’d have a negative reaction, you knew he wouldn’t, but the realization that your job for the next nine months would be to protect this being inside of you. 

Eddie had come home from work; at this point, he had pretty much moved in but would still spend a few nights at Wayne’s. He had come into your room; you were sitting on the bed reading. He kisses the top of your head. “How was your day?” You ask him. 

“Pretty good actually.” He smiles, kicking off his converse and peeling off his leather jacket. “Robin had made some special brownies, and I’m pretty sure I’m in a spaceship right now.” 

You laugh, and he giggles. He has been into the edibles lately; it seemed to take the edge off a lot more comfortably than the plant itself did. When he had come down from the heroin, it was a little rough to watch. He didn’t experience withdrawals, but he broke down to you that he wanted to chase that feeling again, and he had the urge to go back to that bar and find the man who supplied him the drugs. You had never seen him so scared, and you could see the relief in his eyes when you told him you would support him through it, no matter how long it took. 

And it didn’t take long, he was a lot stronger than he thought he was. 

He had scooted up on the bed next to you and had laid half his body on your lap. You lean against the headboard, gently rubbing his head, curling your fingers through his hair. His eyes were closed, and a sweet smile was plastered on his lips. “Mmm, is this what being a cat is like?”

“I don’t know, weirdo.” You laugh, and he opens his eyes to look at you. He angles his head to get a better look at you. “What?” 

“You look…different.” You raise your eyebrows, feeling a little hurt by the comment and he laughs. “No, dummy, not in a bad way. You look…well, you look radiant.” 

“Radiant?” You almost blush, and he nods. “I actually feel like shit so, thank you.” You kiss his forehead, and he lifts his hand to cup your cheek. 

“What’s the matter?” 

“Just been having stomach issues all day.” Tell him, dummy! 

“Can I get you anything?” 

You smile, shaking your head, continuing to play with his hair. He closes his eyes again, his head turning in towards your tummy, and sighs. 

Open your mouth, try not to puke, and tell him. You might pass out from the fear, but hey, at least you told him! 

The words are caught in your throat. 

Tell. Him. 

“Impregnant.” The words were jumbled, and you know he had no idea what you just said, and you wanted to go run into traffic. 

“Were those words?” He asks with a laugh, his eyes still closed. 

Tell him! 

A sigh escapes you. “I’m pregnant.” 

His eyes snap open, and he looks up at you. His big brown eyes are almost wide, and he continues to stare. You try to hide your smile. 

“I’m sorry.” He clears his throat. “Am I really stoned, or did I just hear you say that you’re pregnant?”

You smile, nodding. He lifts himself off your lap, looking into your eyes, his eyes dart to your tummy and back into your eyes, his hand goes to his mouth. “Really?” 

You nod. 

“You’re not lying to me?” His eyes fill with tears and his lips form a smile. You pull the drawer from your nightstand, taking out a ziplock bag that had the test in it, you hand it to him, and he takes it with shaking hands. He gazes at it, and then meets your eyes, he starts to cry, and laughs. “Oh my god!” He wraps his arms around your middle, pulling you towards him, kissing your lips and your cheeks. He pulls away, his hand goes over your tummy. 

“There’s a baby in there?” 

“Not quite yet, he’s still cooking.” You smile at him, and he continues to rub your stomach.

He meets your eyes and smiles. “He?”

“If I’m doing my math correctly, I’m about seven weeks, it’s too early to tell, but, I just have a feeling.” You stare lovingly at him as his eyes fix on your belly, and he smiles. 

“Okay, it’s a he. Let’s not find out until he’s here.” 

“Yeah?” 

He nods, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. You hold his face, gazing into his eyes, his fingers gently trace circles on your lower back. “Marry me?” His dimples show before the smile reaches his eyes and he nods, kissing you deeply. You weren’t in a rush to get the ring or get hitched; you just wanted him to know that you loved him so much. The two of you had made love for hours, not even stopping for rest, you wanted to feel like you were the only two people left on Earth. 

When you told your father you were pregnant, he was in tears. He kept saying he was gonna kill Eddie for knocking you up, but he couldn’t stop the smile on his face when he said it. That same night, you overhead them talking about a move, but they had stopped talking when they had heard you trip over the lip in the doorway. 

The most devastating day for you was November 24th, 1991. Eddie had taken you for ice cream; it was 30 degrees out, but you were craving it. At that point, you were about 12 weeks pregnant. The two of you sat in his van, devouring ice cream outside the ice cream parlor, having a heated discussion about who would have a chance with Winona Ryder. 

“I would just have to give her my puppy dog look and she’d instantly be melting.” Eddie had said, shoving a spoonful of rocky road in his mouth. 

“No way, dude. She wouldn’t fall for that, she’s too smart. All I would have to do is walk by her, shake my ass a little and she’d dump Johnny’s ass, run away with me, and we’d live happily ever after in a gothic house overlooking the sea.” 

Eddie laughs loudly. “Fine, but I get Johnny.” 

“Fine, take him.” 

You both laugh, continuing to eat spoonfuls of the ice cream when the radio disc jockey interrupts the current song:

Sad day for the music world today; less than twenty-four hours after releasing a statement that he was diagnosed with the HIV/AIDS virus, Freddie Mercury has passed away in his Kensington home. He was only 45. We mourn for him, and mourn with his family, his bandmates and fans. We will continue to update as we learn more, but for now…here’s Bohemian Rhapsody. Man, what a voice, what a talent. Gone too soon. Rest easy, Freddie. We’ll miss you.

The two of you remain still, staring at the radio. Eddie looks over at you, preparing himself in case you decide to jump out of the van and into the cold. You continue staring at the radio, and you’re suddenly no longer hungry. You dump the remainder of your ice cream into the paper bag, roll up the top and drop it at your feet. 

“Sweetheart?” Eddie says gently. 

You blink, looking at him, and Eddie’s heart splits in two when he stares at the pure heartbreak written all over your face. Queen was everything to you; and they were one of the links that connected you and your mother. “Freddie Mercury is dead.” Your bottom lip trembles and your eyes fill with tears. 

“Honey…” He leans towards you, and you inhale deeply, your head falls back against the headrest. 

“Hold on, I need a minute. I need a minute to process this.” You close your eyes, doing some deep breathing and your hand immediately goes to your chest. A rumble happens in your chest, and you’re laughing, hard. Eddie stares at you, not sure what to do, not entirely sure if this was an appropriate reaction, but then you started sobbing. 

Your voice comes out in heavy sobs, Eddie reaches over to take your hand and you gently push him away. “No, no. I’m fine, I’m fine.” A laugh escapes you again as tears stream down your cheeks. “I don’t know what’s happening. I don’t know why I’m laughing. I’m heartbroken. I’m fucking devastated.” You meet Eddie’s eyes, and your hand goes to your mouth as another laugh escapes you. “Well, at least…at least my mom will get a free show.” 

Eddie puts his mouth over his lips, suppressing his laugh as he stares at you and you laugh harder, pressing your palms to your eyes, and you begin to sob. “Nooooo, I’m so fucking sad right now. What the fuck? I swear I will go full Rambo on those anti-gay Baptists if they say anything about him. I’ll stand outside the abortion clinic while I’m at it too, I’ll shove their picket signs up their asses and laugh all the way to prison. What the fuck, Eddie?! I can’t believe he’s dead.” This time, you are actually full-blown hysterical crying, and you let Eddie hold you as you sob. He knew it wasn’t just Freddie dying and the pregnancy; he knew a lot of it had to do with your mother, and the fact that someone who had an influence on you had died, again. 

When you hit the 4 month mark in your pregnancy, it was like your hormones had released a wild animal, and you were in heat. It had started when you were sitting at home; it was midday. You father was in Boston, surprisingly, Tom and Susie had invited him to a little holiday party like the old times and wanted to go visit your mother. 

You were alone and had been scanning through the t.v. channels when you stop on the The Big Easy. Right on the part when Ellen Barkin is getting it on with Dennis Quaid. It was airing on live television, so a lot of it was cut it out, but boy, were you invested. 

Something awakened in you, something deep, something so fucking animalistic, that every ten minutes you’d look out the window for the van’s headlights. The master of puppets album was playing on a loop on the record player, at full volume, when you finally see the headlights glare through your living room window. Eddie could hear the music as soon as he turned off the ignition, he smiled, knowing very well that one of her neighbors was going to call Hopper.  He hops out of the van, stretching his arms, and he shivers. It had gotten cold, and all he wanted to do was crawl into bed, under the warm covers and go the fuck to sleep.  But, you had other plans. 

As soon as Eddie opens the front door, you’re on him like a predator catching its prey. Before he has a chance to react, your tongue is in his mouth and you’re pushing him against the door, slamming it shut. Eddie’s body relaxes and his arms wrap around your waist, hugging you to him. Your hands touch him all over, you roughly yank off his leather jacket, running your hands up his shirt, feeling him shudder. You kiss his neck, collarbone and he groans as your mouth travels down his chest, and you lick the soft skin above his belly button. His head falls back against the door, and he grips at your hair. You’re on your knees, your hands moving fast to undo his belt, pushing his jeans down, his length springs to life and you’re immediately throating him. A throaty moan escapes him as the Master of Puppets album starts over from the beginning, and you cup his balls. Your tongue swirls around his tip, sucking and licking all over his shaft. 

“Jesus Christ.” He moans. “What has gotten into…ohhhhh…” He feels your tongue swirl around his taint, and feels you glide your finger slowly into him. “This again…okay…fuuuuuck, baby.” 

This reminded him of a daydream he once had of you, before the two of you were together. He was fucking his fist, imagining he was fucking you to this song, and it was one of the best orgasms he had given himself. A loud grunt escapes his lungs as he feels your finger curl inside him, fucking his prostate, spitting and drooling all over his cock. He pulls at your hair, biting his bottom lip, his eyes fluttering close. Your moan vibrates his whole body, and you were so wet you couldn’t wait for him to be inside you. 

He was about to cum, but he swallows it back, he needed to fuck you. But first, it was his turn to taste you. He lifts your head up gently by your hair, and you look up at him, your eyes full of so much sexual desire he couldn’t believe you were the same woman. 

“Get up.” He tells you with a sideways smirk, and he moans loudly when you push your finger deeper inside him before pulling it out. You stand up and he kisses you hungrily, his hands sliding down your waist, under your oversized night shirt and cups your bare ass, surprised you had no underwear on. He hoists you up, you wrap your legs around his waist and can feel his cock pressed against your folds as he balances with his pants around his ankles and walks with you to the couch. He places you down on the cushions, the music picking up, and he steps out of his jeans, pulling his shirt over his head. You lean your head back against the couch, pulling up your night shirt and spreading your legs apart. He falls to his knees, placing his palms against your inner thighs, massaging his way up to your cunt. You were dripping, and an almost sadistic smile graces his lips. 

His mouth is on your clit with a groan, and your back arches as he swirls his tongue around your opening. A gasp escapes you as he sucks hard on your clit, his two fingers immediately sliding inside you. He looks up at you, your eyes meeting, the sight of him devouring your pussy while he finger fucked you turned you feral. He pushes your legs open wider and licking you all the way from your hole to your clit and he groans, pulling his face away, leaning his head against your thigh as he increases the rhythm with his fingers. 

“You love fingering my ass, don’t you? Dirty girl.” He says against your thigh, looking up at you with those big brown eyes. “Fuck, you’re so wet.” 

“Mmmm…” You moan loudly, your eyes fluttering close, and you pull at his hair. He sits up between your legs, his fingers still pumping in and out of you and he pulls off your shirt, pulling your nipple with his teeth. The sudden sensitivity was enough to send you spiraling, and a sensation of having to pee creeps in your lower belly as his fingers thrust into you. You weren’t sure what that was about, but suddenly, you inhale deeply, and a pornographic scream escapes you, your back arches and you feel warmth coming out of you as soon as he removes his fingers. 

“Holy shit.” Eddie mutters, watching you in awe as your body contorts and a warm liquid squirts out of you and soaks both you and him. He knelt there; his eyes wide with amazement as the most powerful orgasm you have ever felt in life screams out of you. A predator like grin is glued on Eddie’s face, and he moves up your body like a snake, holding your face by your chin. Your mouth is still open, gasping for breath, almost laughing with pure joy. “That was one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen come from a woman. What even are you?”

You meet his eyes, your eyes half lidded as you wrap your arms around his neck, pressing his mouth to yours, his plush lips kissing you with such urgency. Your body still trembles, you were sweaty, sticky and you wanted more. He pulls away from you, still gripping your chin, his eyes lower to yours in a dominant stare. “I’m gonna fuck you now, okay?”

You smile large, moaning at his tone. You change your position and bend over the arm of the couch. Eddie crawls up your back, hovering over you, his lips inches from your ear, his curls brushing against your shoulders. “I want to hear you scream my name.” You bite your lip, he pulls back, massaging your ass gently, leaning down to kiss each cheek. The coolness of his rings causes goosebumps to rise on your skin as he runs his hands along your back. He angles your hips up and you feel him rub his cock against your opening, slowly pushing himself inside you. A cry escapes your lips, and his head falls back. He holds your hips, thrusting into you as you grip onto the arm rest.

“Oh, my, god. Fuuuuuuuck.” He groans out, as he slams into you faster, harder. He squeezes your ass, caressing the skin gently, and he spanks you, hard. You cry out, a smile on your lips as the sting sends waves of euphoria into your core. He pulls your ass into him, your collective noises a harmony that reminded you of a pack of wolves. You felt like an animal, wanting to be fucked like this, wanting to feel his cock buried deep into your cunt. 

“Right there…” You gasp and he groans against you, his hand travels to your throat and pulls your back to him. He applies a little pressure to your throat, his other hand caressing your breasts and tugging your erect nipples. “Fuck, baby! Ohhh…” 

“Louder.” He says with his lips against your ear. A guttural moan escapes him, and his hand travels from your throat to your chin as he fucks you over and over. “Come on baby, I wanna hear you scream.” 

“Don’t stop, don’t stop…” Your voice comes out in broken moans, the beautiful feeling in your belly creeping up again. 

“LOUDER.” Eddie groans through his teeth, he was getting close, you could feel it. 

Your cunt clenches around him, the feeling building and building. Your swollen clit was pulsing, your pussy was throbbing, and you feel a flush rise up your cheeks as your mouth falls open, and you scream out his name. “Ohhh! Eddie! Unghhhh unnnnghhh!”

“Fuck, baby.” He grits his teeth, his movements sloppy and he cries out, his noises deep, sexy. You cum again with him still inside you, his cock twitching as you feel his warm liquid soak you from the inside, mixing with your own cum. 

Eddie’s head is resting on your shoulder from behind, his breathing scattered, and he kisses your neck, gently pulling out of you. You turn around on shaking legs, laying yourself on the rug, your arms splayed out beside your head. You felt him spill out of you, and you smile big, pure joy and ecstasy on your face. Eddie looks down at you, his primal instincts getting ready to pounce again as his eyes scan your naked form. You open your eyes and meet his, looking like the cat who caught the canary. 

“I’m pretty sure…our alter egos…came out to play just now.” You say, resting your hand on your belly as your breathing continues to slow. “You sir, are gonna make a woman very happy one day.” You close your eyes again, breathing deeply. 

“You mean you?” Eddie laughs, sliding his form down to the floor next to you. You nod, not entirely sure which planet you were on. He had fucked you silly, and you were still horny. 

You meet his eyes. “Let’s do that again.” His lips are already on yours before you could make your move, and you did it again, and one more time after that until you both were a pile of naked limbs, sprawled out on the living room floor, fast asleep. 

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It was your twenty-week appointment; you felt like your stomach popped overnight. You stand in front of your full-length mirror, turning every which way. The baggy sweatshirt you were wearing did nothing to cover it. You weren’t mad about it; you just realized that time isn’t real, and you were halfway through your pregnancy. 

Halfway. 

You run your hands along your bump; you were grateful you were still in this blissful state of being. This time last year, you and Eddie were only best friends, playing a heated game of D&D with your friends, and getting high in his trailer listening to music. Sometimes, you still had to pinch yourself because you couldn’t believe this was real. That you and Eddie were real. That this baby was real. You had wondered lately if the two of you would’ve confessed your feelings to each other if your mother hadn’t died. How different would it have been? Would you two still remain friends? Too scared to tell one another how you felt? You really couldn’t imagine. 

“Ready?” His beautiful face pops into the doorway, his curls angling his face so perfectly as he smiles that perfect smile at you. 

You meet his eyes in the mirror, and he comes over to you, wrapping his arms around your middle. “Whoa…” He turns to stand in front of you, holding the hem of your sweatshirt, looking at you to make sure it was okay before he lifted it up. You nod, smiling and he lifts up your sweatshirt. His smile is large, and his palm gently goes to your round belly. “Wow, that’s a baby.” 

“That’s a baby.” You say, looking at him as his eyes are still lowered to your belly, his hand gently moving around in circles. He meets your eyes, leaning down to kiss your lips softly. 

“This is actually crazy; you know that right?” Eddie laughs. “What were we doing this time last year? D&D? Getting high and watching The Goonies? Holy shit, man. We’re gonna be parents…mom and dad…that’s…that’s…” You see the ten seconds of panic reach his eyes, and you bite back your laughter when he almost hyperventilates. 

“Babe? You good…” 

Eddie lets out a loud sigh, begins to pace, looking almost like a caged animal. “I’m good! Good, I’m fine. I’m fine. Just uhhh…” he sits on your bed, pulling at his shirt collar. “Is it hot in here? Why is it hot in here?” 

You go towards him, cupping his cheeks, he grips your waist. “Take a deep breath. You’re panicking.”  

“No I’m not!” His voice is almost high pitched and he laughs a little manically. “I’m not, I’m not panicking…” He meets your eyes, and you smirk. “Okay yeah. I’m panicking. And it’s not because I don’t want this because I do! I do! I can’t wait to be a dad but…it’s us! Us raising a baby together…the town freak and fucking Morticia Addams, raising a spawn.” 

You laugh, looking into his eyes. “Eddie, we’re gonna be okay.” 

His eyes are wide, and he nods. “Yeah?” 

You nod. “Wanna know what else I know?” You pet his face, run your thumb along his his plush lips and take his ringed hand, placing it on your belly. “I know that you are going to be one hell of a dad to this baby. Our baby. It’s gonna be scary, but I know for certain that you are gonna be amazing.” 

Eddie sighs, resting his head against your chest. “I don’t want to be like him.” He sounded so sad, sounded like a little boy. 

“You’re not going to be.” You tell him sternly, moving his face to have him look at you, his eyes were filling with tears. “Eddie Munson, you are nothing like him. You’re loving, caring, funny, fucking chaotic as all hell, and you’re more than a man than he ever will be. I promise you that.” 

“I love you.” He tells you softly, lifting his hand up to rub your cheek. “So much.” 

You kiss his forehead. “I love you, more. Come on, let’s go see our baby.” 

He nods and stands up. Kissing you again, and again. He cups your face, resting his forehead against yours. “Let’s go see our baby.” 

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As the months went on, it was getting harder for you to have an orgasm without feeling your uterus painfully clench. Eddie thought he did something wrong when you came one night and immediately said “ow, ow, ow!” afterwards. You had discovered it was normal, that any sort of stimulation to that area would cause the pain. Your uterus was growing, so many things were happening to your body that you loved, but not being able to orgasm without being in pain put you in such a rage filled state, no one wanted to be around you. 

You were almost at the seven-month mark of your pregnancy, and Eddie, bless his soul, tried to do everything in his power to make you smile. 

“Can I get you anything to eat?” He asked you sweetly. 

“No. I’m fine.” You stare at the television at his trailer, stretching out your leg. The round ligament pain causing you discomfort no matter which way you sat. 

“Okaaaay.” He runs a hand through his hair, sitting on the couch, his leg bopping nervously. “I’m gonna go to the Hideout to see Steve and Robin, Dustin is in town. I haven’t told him about the baby yet.” 

“Oh, so what am I invisible? I can’t go with you?” You adored Dustin, you didn’t care if he went out partying with them or had a night out, but everything was making you mad. 

“Nope. Definitely not invisible.” Eddie says with sarcasm. “Baby, I don’t have to go.” 

“No, go, I’m not keeping you chained here.” You scoff. “I’m not about to be made into some psycho pregnant girlfriend that won’t let her boyfriend do anything with his friends.”

“I never said that you were.” He looks at your face and you glare at him. 

“You’re thinking it.” 

Eddie lets out a laugh. “Oh my god! Yes, you’re fucking psycho! But you’ve always been psycho. That’s one of the things I love about you.” 

“Oh, don’t be such a kiss ass.” You look away from him and he stands up from the couch, stretching his arms above his head, letting out an annoyed laugh. “You really think I’m psycho? I don’t think you know what psycho is, buddy.” 

Eddie turns to you, his hand over his mouth as he stares at you. He was wearing his old hellfire shirt; it accentuated every single outline of his stupid muscles, and it made you even more mad with how good he looked. 

“Take off your pants.” He demands you. 

“What?!” You ask him shocked. “No, I’m not taking off my pants.” 

“Fine, I will then.” He’s in front of you on the couch, pulling your knees to him and you squeal as he gently pulls off your sweatpants. He leans up on your knees, kissing your lips softly.  You pull away quickly from his mouth. 

“No, baby. I can’t, it’s gonna hurt and I don’t want it to hurt.” You plead with him, your rage disappearing into full blown whining. 

His fingers knead your thighs, gently massaging the soft skin. He kisses your lips again. “Just relax, take a deep breath and just relax.” He tells you sweetly and you stare at him lovingly. 

He gently leans your back against the couch, and dips his head, leaving a soft kiss on your inner thigh. Your eyes flutter close, and you curl your fingers through his hair. His lips gently kiss closer to your mound, leaving butterfly kisses on your clit. You sigh loudly, feeling his tongue lick you gently and suck on your clit so generously. A soft cry escapes you, tugging at his hair. He was being so gentle with you, so soft, you felt every single ache, pain, worry fall away as his mouth devoured you. Your back arches, and you grip his wrist. His tongue made small circles around your opening, and your back arches. You could feel yourself close to release, it had been so long and the build up was about to explode out of you and you almost wince. Eddie lifts his head up, his fingers gently rubbing your clit. 

“Don’t tense, baby. Just relax.” He whispers to you and dips his face back down, his tongue swirling around your clit and you breathe in deeply through your nose, feeling the euphoria in your lower belly as your orgasm glides out of you and you are moaning loud. You felt your lower muscles clench painfully for a split second and then you relax, all you could feel was his mouth, and the pure ecstasy coursing through your veins. 

He lifts his head up, smiling at you as you let out a sigh, and he snakes his way up your form, wiping at his face. Your eyes meet his and you frown, petting his cheek. “Why would you do that for me?” Your eyes fill with tears, and he laughs. “Am I really that crazy?” 

Eddie laughs, tucking your hair behind your ear. “Yes. You’re crazy, but I’d do anything to make you happy and…get the demon out of you.” 

“Shut up.” You laugh/cry and he kisses your cheek as you pull up your sweatpants. His hands cup your belly, and you feel a kick. Eddie feels it too and he meets your eyes, they fill with tears, and he lets out a gasp. 

“That’s what it feels like?” He says, putting both his hands on your belly.

“It feels like gas.” You laugh, putting your hand over his, wiping away a stray tear. “They’ll be more frequent as I get bigger.” 

You glance at the clock and tuck his curly hair behind his ear. “You gotta get going, you gotta go break the news to Dusty buns that you’re gonna be a dad.” 

Eddie scrunches his nose. “Do you think he’s gonna freak?”

“Dustin? Oh, I think he’s gonna lose his mind.” 

“Come with me?” He asks with pleading puppy dog eyes. 

“After what you just did to me? Dude, I am taking a long nap on this couch and watching three’s company and eating a bunch of food. You can handle this without me.” You pet his face and he groans. 

“Ugh, fine. If I come home drunk it’s his fault, not mine.” 

“You really think he’s gonna get you drunk? He can’t even drink yet.” 

“Exactly.” He puts on his leather and his Dio vest. He kisses you deeply. “I won’t be late.” You stare at him as he heads for the door, and he turns to look at you. “What?” He grins. 

“Just bringing me back, you wearing that.” You smile, titling your head to the side. “The good and the bad.”

He grins at you, cupping your face and kissing you again, he winks. “I love you.” 

“I love you.” 

Eddie had broken the news to Dustin, who freaked out naturally, but was more than happy and was tossing out names for the baby; Dustin Jr was a big one. Eddie had gotten drunk and had let it slip that he bought the house in Boston and that he was waiting until your birthday to surprise you. 

“Dude, I told you!” Robin said with a huge grin. 

“Wait, you’re moving?” Steve says, trying to hide his frown. 

Eddie nods, kind of kicking himself in the ass for telling them. “Yes, Stevie. But you can visit me anytime you want.” Eddie pinches his cheeks and makes a kissy face at him, Steve pushes him away playfully. 

“I’m not even gonna miss you, so, whatever.” Steve says with a shrug, sipping his beer. 

“Aww, my two best friends fighting. I missed this.” Dustin says lovingly, wrapping his arms around the both of you. “Boston eh? Hahvahd yahhhhd, right?” 

Eddie stares at him. “You’ve been wanting to say that forever, haven’t you?” 

“Yeah.” He laughs. 

Eddie smiles, ruffling his hair. 

“So, when is the big move date?” Robin asks with a grin. 

“Her dad and I have been trying to figure it out, but it makes the most sense if we go there before she has the baby. The house is already ours so there’s no rush to get in it. Her dad has been going there with her mom’s friends to repaint the inside, add some furniture. He already turned part of the garage into a music room.” Eddie smirks, shaking his head. “I told him not to, but he has a feeling his grandkid is gonna be musical.” 

“You still don’t want to know what it is?” Steve asks. “How are you gonna know what to get?” 

“Well, you know her. She doesn’t follow societies rules on colors for boys and girls. Everything has been neutral colors, a lot of black.” He laughs. He twirls the bottle in his hand. “She asked me to marry her, when she first told me she was pregnant.”

Robin nearly spits out her drink, Dustin squeaks and Steve actually smiles large. “What?! What did you say!?” 

“I don’t have the ring yet; I want it to be perfect.” 

“Well get the ring, dummy!” Robin shouts. 

“I have the ring. It’s just being adjusted at the jewelers. She’s not a diamond girl so I had to get creative.” 

Robin puts her hand over her mouth and her eyes fill with tears. “Is it her mom’s ring?” 

Eddie smiles at her and nods. “It’s not her mother’s engagement ring, but a ring she wore. Her father had held onto it for this exact reason. It’s an emerald, with some diamond accents on the sides that are from her mother's ring.” 

“You’re gonna get her pregnant again.” Steve says with a chuckle. “Damn, who would’ve thought Eddie Munson was such a softy?” 

Eddie laughs. “No one, not even me. But here we are.” They clink their beer bottles, and continue their hang out, laughing and debating on the best baby names for your child. 

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

You had come home after meeting with Robin, feeling pleasantly full of the meatball sub but craving pickles. Eddie was already home when you pulled in and as soon as you walked in the door, you’re in the refrigerator grabbing the pickle jar. Eddie is on the couch, tuning Sweetheart, his hair was up in a half pony away from his face and he looks up at you grinning, with his pick in between his teeth. “Hey, birthday girl.” 

You kiss his forehand, plopping on the couch next to him, opening the jar. He looks at you and takes his pick out, gently strumming. “Is that sauce on your shirt?” 

You gaze up at him mid bite. “Yes. It is. I had a meatball sub.” 

He strums a cord again. “That sounds like a good lyric to a Corroded song.” He sings the next part. “Pregnant woman, meatball sub, sauce all over her chesssssssst, doesn’t care if you stare, she’ll do it all over agaiiiiin!” 

You slap his arm, and he laughs. “You’re such an idiot. Baby wanted meatballs, and now he wants pickles.” 

“Isn’t that the second jar?” 

“Yeah. It is. Stop judging me!” You mock whine and he laughs, kissing the side of your face. 

“I’m not, it’s actually really hot and turns me on.” Eddie says with a grin. 

“What? Me eating a pickle?” You say with a mouthful. 

“Uhhh, yeah.” He laughs, laying Sweetheart down on the couch. “You have a good birthday so far?” 

You nod, tightening the lid on the pickle jar. “Robin went nuts with presents.” You tap the bag at your feet with your toe and he leans down to grab it. He pulls out a framed photo of David Bowie surrounded by flowers, a bunch of cassette tapes, a pots and pans set, which you didn’t understand why she bought you one, when you already had one. 

Eddie bites back a smile and places the bag on the floor. 

“Okay, my turn.” Eddie says with a grin, bouncing off the couch and running into your room. 

“What? Eddie, I told you not to get me anything you already got me pregnant!” You scold him. 

“Do I ever listen to you?” He says, peeking his head out the doorway and you roll your eyes. He comes out with two wrapped presents; one you assume is a record by the shape of it, and a rectangular box. He sits on the couch and hands you the record shaped one. You take it from him with a smile, and you sit criss cross. The wrapping paper was a paper bag, with a bunch of doodles and words, you carefully pull it apart. 

“Babe just rip it.” He laughs. 

“No, I don’t wanna ruin it.” You smile, opening it all the way and you’ll pull out a record. Your eyes widen when you realize it’s the first pressing of Queen’s A Night at the Opera. 

“How did you find this? Baby, this must have cost you a fortune.” 

“Nah, I just had to sell my body for a few weeks.” He sticks out his tongue and you laugh. 

“This is amazing.” You grab his chin, kissing him sweetly. “Thank you.” 

“Happy Birthday.” He smiles against your lips and hands you the rectangular box. “Now wait, before you open it, there’s something I need to say.” 

You gaze into his eyes, and he smiles shyly at you. He kneels in front of you, leaning his arms on your lap as he looks at you. “I have to confess something to you.” 

“Oh?” You smirk. 

“We met…in 1981, right? You were fourteen, I was fifteen.” You nod and he continues. “So, it wasn’t by coincidence you happened to be walking by me when I ran headfirst into a mud puddle to get away from Jason and his minions.” 

“What do you mean?” You laugh. 

“No one was chasing me.” He bites his lip, and you laugh. 

“Again, what are you talking about?” 

“I lied when I said that that was the first time I saw you.” He buries his face in your lap, embarrassed. “The first time I actually saw you was at the record store. You were in Bowie’s section, with your headphones in. Your hair was in two braids over your shoulders, you were wearing a Motley Crue shirt with the collar cut off and ripped baggy jeans. Sully had been giving me shit about something because I was there all the time and never bought anything, but something happened as soon as saw your face. I wanted to know who you were, how come I’d never seen you before? I remember going over to you, and you had abruptly turned around, so I had to make it seem like I was looking at something and I ended up knocking a bunch of vinyls off the shelf because I tripped over my own stupid feet. Sully was pissed.” He laughs and you giggle. “Then I figured out that every Tuesday and Thursday you would walk there after school, so I made up that plan. I waited for you to leave, that crazy storm had happened so everything was wet and muddy. And, I ran. I ran so fast I think I actually caused myself to fall, and I went straight into that ditch. I’m pretty sure I knocked myself out because when I came to, I just see your beautiful face, covered in mud, pulling me out of the ditch.” 

You laugh loudly. “Dude, I thought you were dead! I just look over when I see something sprint by me and hear a crash, and you’re face first in the mud. I kept saying to myself how fucking wonderful it was to move to a new town and witness some kid die a brutal death in mud. When you started moaning, I was relieved.” 

“I wish you left me there, honestly.” He shakes his head, leaning his cheek on your knee. “That was so embarrassing and so stupid.”

“No way was I gonna leave you there! I was the last person to see you! You were lucky my house was around the corner. My mom didn’t know if I was dragging in an animal or what.” You wipe the tears from your eyes. “She was shocked when you batted those big brown eyes at her.” 

“I honestly didn’t think you were gonna take me back to your house.” He laughs, taking the rectangular box and placing it in your lap. “When you were cleaning me up, and there wasn’t an ounce of judgment on your face. I felt like I was home. That you were my home.” 

Your eyes fill up with tears, and you rub his cheek gently. “Baby, you can’t do this to a pregnant woman.” 

“Open it.” He tells you, taking your hand and squeezing it gently. You sniffle and wipe your nose with your sleeve, you unwrap it and see a black square box. You glance at him, pulling the lid off and you see a set of keys. 

You meet his eyes, your heart racing, not sure what you were looking at, but something clicked when you saw the look in his eyes. “What are these?” 

“Keys to home.” He tells you softly, his eyes filling with tears. “Our home.” 

You inhale a shaky breath. “What do you mean?” He sits on the couch next to you, taking your face in his hands. 

“I got us the house, baby.” He says, his voice trembling. “Your house.” 

You shake your head, tears spilling from your eyes. “No…no, Eddie. What? In Boston?” He nods and you let out a cry. “Are you serious? No…how? Baby that’s too much, that’s too much…” You're sobbing now and he curls his fingers in your hair. 

“No, it’s not, it’s not. I made it work.” His tears fall. “When I saw how you looked at it, how there was so much joy on your face, I knew what I had to do. And I did it.”

“Why?” You squeeze his knee; the tears were continuing to flow freely.

“Because I meant it when I said that you’re my end game. That I would do anything in this entire world to make you happy. And you deserve it, you deserve this so much. We deserve to raise this baby in our home, in a cheesy suburb and to have a family. I love you. All those years ago, when you pulled me out of the mud, when you cleaned me up and stood by my side when the shire was fucking burning, you made me realize how to love and to love deeply. No matter what the cost. You’re my home. My love. My best friend. You’re everything to me.” 

You throw yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and kiss him deeply, tasting your tears mixed with his. He holds your face, pressing his forehead against yours as you cry. “Does my dad know? What about doctors and all that?” 

“He’s known since the beginning. Why do you think he’s been in Boston more frequently, why do you think he’s there now?” You laugh, shaking your head. “Everything for the baby and appointments is taken care of.” 

You stare into his eyes, holding his face. “I don’t even know how to thank you.” 

“You don’t have to thank me.” His eyes dart from your lips to your eyes. “It’s the start of our life together.” 

You pull him towards you by the back of his head, leaning back so he’s hovering above you and you are kissing passionately. You then move yourself onto his lap, pulling your dress over your head and kissing his lips again. His hands gently rub circles on your soft skin, cup over your supple breasts and rub your nipples softly. You undo his belt, releasing his length and he pulls back to look at you. His hand gently holds your face, drapes your hair over your shoulder, his eyes scan over your breasts, your protruding belly, the curve of your hips. “You are a goddess.” He whispers to you, and you smile, kissing his palm. You carefully lower yourself on him, moaning softly when you take him all in, his head falls back against the couch, and a soft grunt escapes him. You roll your hips gently, his hands grip your thighs, gently guiding you. He takes your nipple in his mouth, gently sucking on the skin and you cry out, the sensation causing goosebumps to rise on your flesh as he handled you so delicately. You meet his lips again, your tongues fighting for dominance as you move your hips a little faster. He holds your waist, grunting and whimpering as you clench around him, your orgasm approaching. His mouth sucks on your nipples again, and you cry out, your orgasm explodes out of you and your head falls back in pure ecstasy. He holds onto your waist, groaning until he finally cums and he’s trembling beneath you. You lift his face to look at him, running your hands along his jaw, kissing his cheeks, his collarbone, his lips. 

“Home.” You say with a smile, and he grins wide; his cheeks flushed. 

“Home, baby.” 

~*~*~*~*~*~

The move was a lot less stressful than than you expected thought it was gonna be. It helped that your father and your mother’s friends had the whole place pretty much furnished by the time you got there. When you stood in the foyer, you forgot to take a breath. You couldn’t believe you were standing in your childhood home, two weeks away from giving birth, with the man of your dreams, in a place you love. Everything almost looked the same but a lot of it was different. And you liked it that way. You had your own memories when you were a child of this house, and now your child will have their own memories. You walk up the carpeted steps, remembering what pictures went where, what plants hung on the walls. When you get to the top of the stairs to look down the hallway where your parent’s bedroom used to be (yours and Eddie’s now) you notice a framed black and white photograph. Upon getting close you realize it’s your mother, a picture you’ve never seen before. She looks about your age, her hair was chopped short, sticking out in every direction that reminded you of Pat Benatar. She was looking off to the side, smiling at something she had seen, and you realize then how much you look like her. 

Eddie comes up the steps behind you, holding a cardboard box of unopened baby things to put in the room across from yours. He notices the picture and smiles. 

“Damn. You look like her here.” He studies her face. “Same eyes and everything.” 

“Spooky, huh?” You say with a soft laugh, grimacing when you felt a dull ache in your lower belly. Eddie puts the box down and rests his hand on your lower back, noticing your discomfort. 

“That pain come back again?” He asks worriedly. “I feel like you should call your doctor.”

“No, it’s normal. Just means he’s getting ready to shoot out of me.” You kiss his cheek gently and go into your bedroom. You’re amazed at the size of the bed. The wooden frame, the softness of the bedding. There were still some boxes to unpack, and you sit on the edge of the bed, trying to drag the box with your barefoot. 

“I’ll do this.” Eddie laughs. “Why don’t you rest? You were sitting in a car for too long.” He picks your legs up and drapes them on the bed. 

“There’s still so much to do, we have to set up the crib, the changing table…”

“I’ll handle all that. You just rest.” He kisses your forehead. “Please, I know it’s hard for you to sit still, but look, we got a tv in here now!” He turns it on with the remote on the nightstand and Cheers comes on the screen. “Look! How fitting!” He kisses your lips again and pull the covers up to your chest. 

“Fine, but you should come to bed soon, too. You’ve been wired all morning.” You laugh, tucking the pillow in between your legs. 

“Coffee and weed, my love. The best combo in the world.” He dramatically curtseys out of the bedroom, shutting the door behind him. You laugh, shaking your head. The baby’s foot was in your ribs and your grunt, trying to push it down. “Damn, are you going to be a drummer or what?” The baby kicks again and you smile. Tears form your eyes when you realize these feelings, these little kicks, the changes in your body, were going to be gone soon and you would have to share him with the world. Part of you didn’t want to; you wanted to shield him from this world to protect him forever in your little bubble. You knew you couldn’t do that though, you didn’t want to, but for these last nine months, it was just you two, growing together. You wondered who he would look like. Would he have Eddie’s eyes and your smile? Would he have dimples like the both of you? Would he have Eddie’s thick mane of curls or your waviness, or a perfect mix of both? Would he look like your mother? 

Your chest clenches at the thought, you realize you haven’t been thinking about her much lately, and part of you felt so guilty about that. But then you tell yourself that grief doesn’t end, that it’s a constant stream and you don’t have to constantly feel it all the time, even though it’s there.  You were scared, you were scared to navigate this new life without her by your side. Who would you call for advice? Who would be there to watch him so you could take a shower? That wasn’t even why you wanted her there. You just wanted her back. Even just for a second, you wanted to see her, to hug her, to tell her how much you missed her, to introduce her to her grandchild.  You squeeze your eyes shut and breathe in deeply, the tears fall down your cheeks and you feel the little flutters of kicks in your belly, as if he was telling you, it’s okay, mama, I’m here now.  And he was, your little bean, your little baby. 

Neither one of you could sleep that much during the first week in the house, your belly felt larger than it did days ago and every position you were in felt wrong. Eddie had made a makeshift body pillow with two of the pillows from the bed, and when you curled yourself around the softness, you felt more relaxed. Eddie turned to his side, gently running his fingers up and down your spine, the two of you just lying there quietly in the darkness. 

“Can I ask you something?” You say, gently patting his bare chest.

“Of course.” He says softly. 

“The night my mom died…how did…what made you come to my house so fast, before you knew?” 

You feel him stiffen a little and he sighs, his hand reaching up to caress your hair. “Honestly, I have no idea. You had called me a few hours before to let me know what had happened, so naturally I was in my panic state, pacing around my house, smoking joint after joint. Starting a project, not finishing it. When it had been about three hours of not hearing from you, I just felt this push that I needed to go to you. I heard screaming before I even pulled up to your house, I ended up parking on the sidewalk because I didn’t know who or what was screaming, and I ran. I saw you come down your steps, but you didn’t see me, and you just screamed so loud. Then your knees buckled, and I ran so fast. You kept screaming and…” he inhales deeply, his lips trembling. “Shit, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize this was gonna be hard to talk about. But, yeah. It fucking sucked, seeing you like that and not knowing why. But I just knew that I had to be there for you, I couldn’t just sit back and wait.” 

You blindly reach up to find his face. “As brutal as it was, I’m glad you were there. I don’t know what would’ve happened if you weren’t.” 

He kisses your palm. “I’m glad I was there too.” 

You rest your palm on his chest, and he covers it with his hand. You giggle. “What would she always say to you before you came into the house?” 

Eddie laughs and clears his throat, attempting to do his best impression of your mother with the Boston accent. “Eddie, I sweayah ta God. If ya don’t wipe ya feet before coming into my house…man, I miss her.” 

You chuckle and clench your fingers over his chest. “I miss her too. A lot of her is here still, in this house. I can feel it.” 

“Is that why you can’t sleep?” He chuckles. 

“No, your child kicking me in the ribs is why I can’t sleep.” You laugh. “But yeah, I keep thinking I hear her downstairs in the kitchen, making a midnight snack.” 

Eddie flicks the bedside light on, and you squint at the brightness. “Wanna go make a snack?” 

“Do we have food?” You ask, glancing up at him. 

“Tom and Susie stocked the entire kitchen. Yes, there’s food.” He laughs, jumping out of bed. He tightens the string on his plaid pajama pants and holds out his hand, to help you climb out of bed. You grunt, laughing loudly as a fart escapes you and you fall back on the bed. 

Eddie stares at you with a grin, helping you up again. “You are so sexy.” 

“Shut up, you know I’m extra gassy.” You laugh, standing up straighter and pulling down your night shirt, you place your hand on your lower back, and groan, stepping in your slippers.  The two of you shuffle down into the kitchen; you decided to make decaf tea while Eddie rummaged through the cabinets. He looks at you with a raised eyebrow. 

“How hungry are you?” You stare at him hard, and he laughs. “Okay dumb question. How about…everything pizza, on French bread?” 

You were already picking at the blueberries as you sat at the kitchen table, and you meet his eyes. “You really know your way into my panties. Yes, pizza. Everything.” 

He laughs, kissing the side of your head. He preheats the oven, and you get together all the ingredients, which was a lot: cheese, peppers, pepperoni, sausage, olives, spinach, mozzarella, and ham. The two of you laughed the entire time in the kitchen, and when the pizzas were done and you were both full, you sat on the couch in the living room. He laid on his stomach talking to your belly while you played with his hair. 

“And then, when mommy has a weekend away with Auntie Robin. It will just be us dudes, I’ll get you your own little toy guitar, maybe some drums and we can go to a strip club…ow!” You pull his hair and he laughs loudly. “Okay, okay, when you’re eighteen. We can just hang at home; I’ll show you all my favorite musicians and I’ll get you your first set of dice. How’s that sound?” Eddie giggles, kissing your stomach. “I can’t wait to meet you, little man.” 

Something happens to you just then; you feel a warm liquid pool between your legs and a dull ache in your lower back. You gasp quietly and Eddie sits back on his heels. “Um, well I don’t think you have to wait any longer cause my water just broke.” 

“Oh shit.” Eddie scoots off the couch, nearly tripping over the leg of the coffee table to get the hospital bags.  You scoot forward and lift yourself off the couch, breathing deeply. You carefully step out of your soiled underwear, noting that whatever came out of you wasn’t water. And another dull ache hits your lower back as you pull on a pair of sweatpants. 

“How far apart?” Eddie rushes in the room, handing you your jean jacket as he’s awkwardly throwing his t-shirt over his head. His boots are already on, untied and he zips up both duffle bags. 

“They’re not that painful yet.” Your heart was racing as you slip your feet into your converse. You start panicking a little and Eddie takes your hand, dropping the bags. 

“Hey baby, look at me, look at me.” He cups your face, his brown eyes wide with panic and joy. “You got this, okay?” 

“Yeah?” You say, inhaling deeply and he kisses your forehead, your hand shakes as you squeeze his. “Bags are packed? Clothes, diapers, my stuff, hair brush…” 

“Everything is here.” He tells you gently and you let out a sigh of relief, almost laughing. 

“Okay, let me go shit out this kid.” 

“So metal.” Eddie mutters with a laugh as the two of you walk out to your car and he double checks the car seat is nice and secure. You sit in the front seat, breathing deeply. Eddie drives out of the neighborhood to head towards the hospital. 

They took you into a room almost immediately, it was spacious, quiet. The doctor had come in, she had checked your cervix, and you were only 1 cm dilated. The contractions weren’t too severe yet, so they wanted to wait until you were a few more centimeters to give you the epidural. You lay on the hospital bed; Eddie had propped you up on the pillows. You had an IV line in your hand, and a heart monitor around your belly. 

The contractions came out of nowhere, and they fucking hurt. Your labor and delivery nurse, a nice lady named Rita, suggested that you get up and walk around, and do some deep breathing. You had your hand on your lower back, and inhale deeply when the pain radiated down your legs. You groan, Eddie comes over to you, gently rubbing your back and you put your hand up. 

“Be gone from me!” You said through your teeth, sounding like something out of a Monty Python film. “Don’t touch me.” 

Eddie steps back, putting his hands up in surrender and trying his best not to laugh, but he felt so bad for you. You lean over on the bed, resting your head in between your elbows as the pain subsides. You sit up straight and request an exercise ball, thinking the movement would help ease the contractions but, it didn’t. You groan again, your insides feeling like they’re being pulled apart by a vice grip and you grit your teeth. Your rest your forehead on your arms, breathing deeply. 

“Hey, uh, Rita? Could we do something about this?” You say, your voice shaking with pain. Rita informs your doctor that you were ready for the epidural, she checks your cervix, you were only 5 cm. The anesthesiologist comes in to discuss the next steps. You bounce on the ball, Eddie had placed a cold washcloth on the back of your neck, you were overheating and full of rage. If the drugs weren’t in your system soon, you would be okay with committing murder. 

He was a tall man, with bright blue eyes, and a kind smile. You stare at his face, trying your best not grimace and feeling grateful for these three minutes of being pain free. He starts to talk about what to expect when a wave of contractions hits you and you put your hand up to his face, quieting him. 

“No.” You say, through your teeth. “Hold on.” 

The anesthesiologist looks at Eddie and Eddie shrugs. “Give her a minute.” 

The pain subsides and you lift your head up, smiling. “Okay, go on.” 

He smiles sympathetically, letting you know what to expect, what could go wrong, what could work and not work. He said you wouldn’t be able to feel anything from the waist down, and it will slow down your labor, but you’d be able to rest comfortably until you were ready to deliver. 

You were more than ready to get the epidural. Eddie had to leave the room once he saw the needle because he almost passed out, which freaked you out because you yourself hated needles and were also worried about him, but you didn’t even feel it once the needle went in. Once you were settled, Eddie had come back into the room to find you laying comfortably on the bed. 

“Hey baaaaaby.” You say with a grin. 

He laughs, pulling up a chair and sitting next to you. “Hey, feeling good?” 

“Oh this is wonderful. I can’t feel my legs, or anything below the waist.” You gaze at his features. “God, you’re beautiful.” 

He kisses the top of your hand and smiles. “Wanna get some sleep?” 

“Oh I’m gonna try.” You cup his cheek gently, staring into his brown eyes. “You know I love you, right?” 

“You tell me everyday.” He smiles at you. “I love you too.” 

You felt like you had fallen asleep for maybe twenty minutes. It had been three hours, and you feel sudden pressure near your pelvic area. You hold onto the railings of the bed and let out a groan. Your epidural was wearing off, and this baby was coming. 

“It’s time.” You say through your teeth as your head falls back against the pillow. Eddie is at your side immediately and the nurse pages the doctor who was there in less than a minute. You were in a fog, the lights seemed brighter and there was so many things happening in the room you could only focus on what was happening to your body. 

“Okay honey, deep breath in and push.” The doctor says and you could feel her hands near your lower half, but it felt foreign, there was still almost no feeling. You squeeze your eyes shut and push, Eddie was holding your leg up and gently coaxing you. 

“You got this baby, you got it.” He says, even his voice felt foreign to you. 

What was happening? 

“I can’t…I can’t…” You let out a whimper, tears spring to your eyes and your head falls back against the pillow. You’re able to collect yourself for less than a minute before another wave of a contraction goes through you and you attempt to lift yourself on your elbows and try to get your brain to use muscles you could barely feel. 

Get him out. Get him out he needs to be out. 

I can’t do this. I can’t do this. 

“The head is out! Come on honey, one big push for me, you’re doing so good.” The doctor says and you grimace, letting out a gasp. 

“No, no, no. I can’t, I can’t…”

“You’re doing so good baby, you’re doing so good.” Eddie says, looking into your eyes and smiling large. Your vision was blurring, the tears hot on your face. A painful cry escapes you and it feels like the lower half of you is being split open and you feel the doctor's hands push you apart. 

What the fuck is happening to me 

What is happening to me 

I can feel this 

It hurts 

Please get him out 

“Shoulders out! Keep going! One more big push, honey!” 

You grit your teeth and your head plops against the pillow. The pain was too much, you were tired, you were so tired…

The most beautiful sound in the world reaches your ears. New lungs expanding, new lungs breathing, crying…

You hear Eddie let out a soft sob. “Baby, you were right. He’s out, he’s here.” 

You lift your head, seeing the face of your newborn son as they place him on your naked chest. His cries are music to your ears, and you couldn’t believe he was yours. He was so warm against your chest. 

Why is everything foggy? 

Why is it getting dark? 

The blood pressure machine attached to you beeps loudly. 

No no no no no. This isn’t supposed to happen. Something isn’t right. 

It was suddenly cold where he was on your chest. 

Where are they taking him?! 

Eddie says your name, you can hear the panic in his voice. 

“Her BP is dropping, she’s hemorrhaging!” The doctor's voice sounded so far away. A mask goes over your face, and you had tunnel vision. 

No this isn’t right! This isn’t supposed to happen! Don’t close your eyes! Don’t fucking close your eyes! Your son needs you! Don’t you fucking dare! Don’t you –

They have the pull Eddie away from the rail of the bed as you completely lose consciousness. 

“What is happening to her?!” He yells as he stares at your unmoving form. A male nurse takes his arm and brings him towards the double doors. “Where are you taking my son?! What the fuck is happening?!” 

“You need to step outside; we need to get her stable. Your son will be in the nursery, a nurse will take you there, but you need to let us help her.” The nurse tells him gently. 

“Help her!? What do you…” Eddie notices the blood finally, and his heart falls out of his chest and through his stomach. “Oh my…no! No! What is happening?!” Tears are pouring from his eyes as the nurse has to drag him out the doors. His eyes dart from you to the little bassinet with your son as he disappears down the hall. The nurse finally gets him through the doors into a small waiting room and physically sits him on the chair. 

“Get your fucking hands off me!” Eddie yells at him and tries to stand but his legs are wobbly, they feel like jello. He felt like he was sinking, and he feels the hot tears on his face. He was angry, overwhelmed, terrified, so fucking terrified. The nurse stops him from collapsing to the floor and awkwardly puts him in the chair. 

“I’m gonna need you to calm down.” He tells him gently. 

“My son…where did they take my son…” He doesn’t even recognize the sound of his own voice. Everything felt fake. His eyes are wide as he stares at the doors of the delivery room. 

“They took him to the nursery to get him cleaned up, Rita will come and get you and bring you to him, but first I need you to take a deep breath with me.” The man’s eyes were kind, but Eddie was in no mood for kind. 

Eddie’s eyes narrow and fix on the nurse, pure anger on his face. “What is happening to her?” 

“They’re doing everything they can for her right now. I need you to relax for me.” 

“Don’t fucking tell me to relax! Is she dying?! Is my wife dying?!” 

My wife. 

Soon to be.

Too late now. 

Eddie’s hands go over his mouth, and he lets out an angry groan. So many things scream in his brain at this exact moment, and he couldn’t handle it. He couldn’t fucking handle it. She was dying. She was fucking dying and they couldn’t even tell him that. What would he tell her dad? What would they tell their son when he grew up? 

My son. 

“Take me to him now.” Eddie stands up and the nurse steps back a little. He goes to object but Rita comes around the corner, a sweet smile on her face. 

“Come on honey, you need to be with your son. He’s ready for you.” She says gently. Suddenly, his feet feel cemented to the floor as his eyes fix on the door to the delivery room. He trembled violently; his brown eyes almost black as the tears flowed freely. He feels Rita’s soft hand on his arm. 

“Come on, walk with me.” 

Eddie’s gaze slowly fixes on hers, his eyes wide, rimmed red. She gently takes his arm and brings him down to towards the nursery where there’s a separate room. Eddie wipes his face, as they go into the room, and he sees your son in the arms of one of the nurses, giving him a bottle. Eddie’s breath hitches as he stares at him, a smile graces his lips. Rita gently nudges him and guides him to the sink to wash his hands. Eddie quickly washes them, and the other nurse stands up with him, and gently places him in Eddie’s arms. They guide him to sit in the rocking chair and hand him the bottle, quietly shutting the door behind him. 

Eddie stares at the face of his newborn son, so small in his arms. He made soft coos and squeaks, Eddie felt something shift inside him, felt warmth and joy creep into his gut as his son looks into his eyes. He couldn’t stop the pain that hit his chest as he rocks him gently and puts the bottle to his lips, a son needs his mother. 

Eddie couldn’t believe something so beautiful could exist and part of it have his DNA. One of his tears falls on the baby’s forehead, Eddie gently wipes it away and presses his lips to his head. “We’re gonna be okay. So is your mom. That I can promise you.” He whispers to him before quietly sobbing in the rocking chair, petting his little head. He promised him. He promised. She was gonna be fine. 

She was gonna be fine. 

A sudden brightness causes you to squint as you feel a warmth around you. You were outside, but why were you outside? You were standing on a dock, overlooking the lake. Where were you? Where was Eddie? You walk towards the lake on the dock, you see the silhouette of a woman leaning against the railing. All you can hear is the sounds of your own breathing, and your own footsteps as you walk towards her. 

Something felt off. 

Why were you outside? 

When you approach the woman, she turns to you and a tight groan escapes your chest. 

You were staring into the eyes of your mother. 

You stumble back a step, holding onto the railing as you stare at her. Tears spring to your eyes, she was so beautiful. She looked ethereal. 

“It’s okay honey, it’s just me.” She says to you gently. 

“Why are you here?” You whisper, trying to balance yourself on shaky legs. “What is this…you’re…”

“Dead?” Your mom laughs. “Oh I am. Dead as a doornail.” Her eyes meet your panic-stricken ones, and she sighs. “I’m sorry honey, did you really think my dark humor would go away when I kicked it?”

A smile hits your lips, but you shake your head. “What is happening? Where is Eddie?” You felt something else missing too, but you couldn’t place it. 

“Eddie is where he’s always been.” She smiles. “I miss that beautiful brown eyed goofball. He looks like him.” 

“Who?” You suddenly felt terrified, but your feet were unable to move. “Mom, I don’t think I’m supposed to be here.” 

“You’re not.” Your mother meets your eyes, smiling sadly. “But you are.” 

That’s when you hear his cries, they echo in the distance, off the lake, you feel it in your very core. 

Your son. Your newborn son. 

“No no no no no no no.” You turn towards your mother, grabbing her arms, they were warm. “No! This isn’t happening. I’m not dead. I’m not fucking dead! I’m not leaving him! I can’t do that to him! He needs me! LIKE I NEEDED YOU!” You sob as you fix your eyes on your mothers, and her eyes are filled with tears. 

“Then fight.” She tells you with such determination and pride in her voice. “Do what I was too weak to do. Fight it. Your heart still beats.” 

The cries get louder in the distance and your body shakes with sobs. You felt your heart split in two all over again as you turn back towards her. “I don’t want to leave you.” 

“You need to.” She reaches up to touch your face. “Baby, I’m okay, but you’re not. That’s why I’m here. Fight this. Fight. Turn around and run. Go before it’s too late. Eddie needs you. My grandson needs you. All you need to do is open your eyes, just open your eyes and breathe.” 

“What if I can’t?” You sob. “Mom, I miss you so much.” 

“You can!” Her voice breaks, gently shaking your head in her hands. “I have never left you. I’ve always been here. I miss you so much too baby, but you can’t stay here. You need to go. I’ll be here when it’s your time but it’s not your time. Not now.” 

“Mom…” You cry. 

She pulls your head down and kisses your forehead. “You need to wake up now.” 

A gasp escapes your lips as your eyes snap open, the smells of disinfectant and floral hit your nostrils. Your vision was still blurry, and you squeeze your eyes shut. Your hand immediately goes to your stomach, and you whimper loudly, feeling a scream billow in your chest. 

“Where is he?!” Your voice is barely above a whisper, you feel something plastic in your nose and you pull it out, hearing a soft hiss, pushing yourself up on your elbows. You see Eddie’s face appear in front of you as he holds your face in his hands. 

“Hey hey hey. Relax, relax. He’s fine. He’s perfect, he’s in the nursery. All 7 pounds, 6 ounces of him.” His voice sounds relieved as he stares into your eyes. You remember that look, he was making sure you were real. 

“What happened?” Your lip trembles.

Eddie sighs deeply. “After he was out, you wouldn’t stop bleeding. You had hemorrhaged pretty soon after. It was…it was touch and go…we almost lost you.” 

Your lip trembles and you shake your head. “All I remember is seeing his face, and then just complete darkness. Did I even hold him? Did he even feel me? Oh god...”

He cups your cheek. “You held him. They put him right on your chest. He saw you.” 

“Why isn’t he here yet? I want to see him.” You flinch, trying to move, the lower half of you still sore. Eddie tells you that you had to have stitches from a third-degree tear and that you would be healing for about 6 weeks from it. Eddie gets the nurse to go bring him in from the nursery; you sit up in bed, Eddie had fluffed your pillows, and your heart skips a few beats when they wheel him in his bassinet, all swaddled looking like a little glow worm. 

Baby boy Munson was written on the card above his head with his weight and day of birth. Eddie picks him up gently, mimicking his little coos. 

“Come here, little dude. Time to see Mama.” 

You smile as Eddie places him gently in your arms and you let out a sigh of relief as you stare at him. The first thing you notice about him is his dimples on both cheeks. His little hand squeezes around your finger and you let out a cry. Eddie kisses the side of your face, and you turn to kiss to his lips deeply. 

“Oh god, I’m so happy he’s here.” You cry silently and take in a deep breath. “We need to name him.” 

“I was waiting for you.” He scoots in the bed next to you, gently rubbing his finger over the baby’s nose. 

You look at his face; you could already see the similarities between him and Eddie. You could also see similarities of you and him. 

“How about…Hunter? Hunter James Munson.” 

Eddie’s eyes light up. “That has a pretty awesome ring to it. Yeah, Hunter. I love that.” 

“Yeah?” You smile and giggle, Hunter’s eyes open as he looks at you. “Hunter James Munson…born on June…”

You stop talking when you notice the date. 

It had been one year. It had been one year today since your mother died. Hunter was born the day before, at 11:58pm. Eddie follows your gaze; it takes him a minute to realize the significance of the date. You begin to sob, your entire body shaking as the cries flow through you. You gently rock Hunter in your arms, kissing his forehead, whispering sweet things in his ear. Eddie wraps his arms around you, hugging you to his chest.  The thing is, you were happier than you had been in a long time, but a little sad. Sad because, it had a been a year, and you couldn’t feel her anymore. You realize it will be like that forever, every happy moment in your life will always be a little sad, but that’s okay. 

That’s okay. 

The weeks after he had come home was some of the most terrifying and uplifting moments of your life. Hunter was an easy baby; he would only wake up once during the night for a feeding and sleep all the way through the morning until 7:30am. Wayne had visited Boston with your father, and you have never seen two men look so happy to be holding a tiny baby in their arms. Wayne had tears in his eyes, even though he tried to hide it. Your father was over the moon and wept the entire time he held him.  The first few weeks, Eddie had to carry you into your bedroom because you had fallen asleep next to Hunter’s crib watching him. You had done that almost every day. You were terrified he wasn’t breathing, even though you knew he was. The doctor’s had called it postpartum anxiety. You were only comfortable enough to talk about it with Eddie and your doctor; it was the nineties, mental health especially with mother’s would brand you unfit or psycho. You had so much anxiety, and while Hunter slept, you didn’t sleep. You cleaned things that were already clean, you would re-organize his bedroom, tidy up the living room after Eddie had just cleaned up.  You were sleep deprived, hungry, irritable and hormonal. It was around 3 in the morning when Eddie found you leaning your head on the counter next to the coffee pot, sleeping with the mug still in your hand. Hunter would be waking up in twenty minutes. 

“Baby, go to sleep. I got him.” Eddie tells you gently. 

Your eyes shoot open, and you stand up straighter. “No, it’s okay, I’m fine. The bottle is all set.” 

“That’s coffee, sweetheart.” He drapes your hair over your shoulder. 

You blink, staring at the bottle and then back at him. “Oh.” Tears immediately spill from your eyes. Eddie pulls you to him, kissing the side of your head

“Breathe, baby. You’re okay.” 

“No, I’m not okay!” You cry. “I could’ve burned him! I’m so tired but if I sleep, I won’t hear him, and if I don’t hear him, he won’t get fed or changed or…”

“Baby, baby, look at me.” Eddie holds your face in his hands. You grip his wrists, you didn’t feel human, you felt like an empty shell, a hermit crab running around trying to find shelter. “I have watched you become the most amazing mother in just six weeks. You’re a natural at it, it’s kind of scary. But you need to give yourself a break. Let me do things. Take a hot bath, go to the record store, go see your mom’s friends. He is going to be perfectly okay.”

“If people see that I’m out and about they’ll judge me because I’m not with him and you’re with him and I don’t want to look like a bad mother.” Your lip quivers at the words.

“Fuck ‘em. Seriously, baby, fuck them. You’re a good mother for taking care of yourself. How does society expect women to take care of their children if they don’t take care of themselves?” 

“It’s a man’s world, Eddie.”

“Well, fuck the patriarchy. Fuck societal rules on how you should look like a mother. Fuck all of that. Women are the reason those fuckers have two legs to stand on. I’ll fight anyone who gives my wife shit for wanting to pamper herself.” 

“Not wife yet.” You laugh and he rolls his eyes and smiles. He had given you the ring soon after the three of you came home. It sat beautifully on your finger, and every time you looked at the emerald setting, you felt your love for him grow deeper and deeper. As corny as that sounded, but you did. 

He takes your hand. “I don’t need a piece of paper to tell me that you’re my wife. Endgame, baby, remember?”

You nod and he kisses your lips. “Go take a nap, take a bath, get yourself dolled up, and go be a human. I got this. You know I do.”

You knew he did. So, you listened, and slowly but surely, you were starting to feel like yourself again. Watching Eddie as a father was something you only see in the movies. He was so present, so hyper focused on everything Hunter did that it made you wonder if somehow you were dreaming this life. Robin and Steve had come to visit for the weekend when Hunter was two months old. You and Robin had sat in the kitchen while him and Steve laid on the floor in the living room with Hunter on his back, smiling at the little animals that hung from his play mat. Steve laid on his stomach with his chin resting on his arms while Eddie laid on his back next to Hunter, making the animals dance and doing the sounds, getting loud coos out of Hunter.

“Look at them.” Robin giggles, nudging you. 

You glance over and suppress your giggle. “Should we start the wedding planning? They look like the two happiest dads in the world.” 

“Too bad it can only be a civil union.” Robin sighs, and you gently rub her shoulders. 

“Hey.” You say to her, and she looks at you. “It’s gonna happen one day, okay? I know it is. And when it does, I’ll officiate it because I would be honored to marry my best friend and whatever lucky lady falls into her lap.” 

“You’d do that?” She asks with a sweet smile. 

“Are you kidding? Of course, I would! I might be choking on my own tears, but I’ll do it.” 

Robin laughs, hugging you close. “Mmm, I’m so happy for you guys. It’s crazy seeing you two as parents.”

“I know, right?” You laugh, looking at Eddie blowing raspberries on Hunter’s tummy. “He’s so good at it, being a dad. Music has always been his calling, but I think this beats that.” 

“Have you guys…you know…” Robin winks and nudges you and you laugh loudly. 

“Uhhh, no. It’s been too busy; we’ve been too tired.” You sigh. “It took me a long time to heal, but the doctor said everything is up and running the way it should be.” 

“Vagina back to it’s pretty old self?” 

“Yes, and she is so angry, Robin.” 

You cover your hands with your face, finally being able to talk to someone about your overactive sex drive with your lack of sex was starting to turn you into a feral beast. Every time Eddie would so much as touch you gently, you felt like you would bust. You found yourself humping your pillow at night just to feel a sensation between your legs and even that was too much of a chore.

“Damn girl, you need to get laid.” Robin laughs. 

“I know, I know.” You sigh. “I just have to time it right.” 

“Timing things right with a two-month-old? Good luck.” 

Robin was right, and you knew that. You hated that all you kept thinking about was sex. Obviously, Hunter was on your mind twenty-four hours a day, but there was a hunger inside you that needed to quit being starved. Part of you was also scared. Would your vagina reopen? Would it feel wrong to him? Would he hate how it feels down there? Would you hate it? 

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

It was hot tonight; you had noticed coming in from the back porch after smoking some weed. You were thankful for this house having central air conditioning, and that you didn’t have to worry about Hunter being too hot or too cold. You peel off your shorts, leaning against the kitchen island in just your underwear and oversized Queen t-shirt, scanning through a grocery flyer as you place the baby monitor down. You overheated a lot faster since having Hunter; you were always freezing but now your body didn’t know how to regulate temperature. 

The sound of the front door opening reaches your ears, and you hear Eddie’s footfalls as he comes through the foyer down the hallway. He had his black t-shirt draped over his shoulder, sweat glistens his chest and his jeans hung low. He had been in the garage most of the night, writing music and jamming on the guitar. You don’t turn around when he comes in, you were still very interested in the grocery flyer. He hadn’t expected you to be leaning over the kitchen island in just your underwear; your ass held its perfect shape, with added weight on the cheeks from the pregnancy, and it made him hard just staring at you. There was always something so beautiful about a woman’s body. Eddie loved all shapes, all sizes; he loved the magic a woman’s body could create. To him, you were something out of a mythology; you grew a tiny human inside you, were near death and survived. He wanted to worship that body of yours; it had been too long, and he craved every inch of you.  He approaches you from behind; you still ignore him, but you smirk when you feel his heat radiate onto your skin. His lips gently kiss the back of your neck, and you sigh.

“Hi.” He whispers to you, his ringed fingers curl around the fabric of your t-shirt, gently rubbing your bare skin underneath. 

“Hi.” You purposely push your ass into him more and you hear him softly grunt. 

His lips go behind your ear, gently nipping at the skin. “He asleep?” 

“Mhm.” Your eyes flutter close, the feelings in your lower belly creeping in between your legs and you feel instantly wet. His hand goes around to knead your belly, and his other hand goes to your hip, squeezing the skin gently. You moan softly, and quickly turning around, curling your fingers into his hair and pulling his mouth to yours. He pushes his body into you and your back slightly bends against the island, his tongue pushes its way into your mouth as the two of you couldn’t keep your hands off each other. His hand moves its way down between your legs while you stand there, and he palms you over your underwear, groaning at the wetness. A moan escapes you, and he pulls away biting your lip. You stare into each other’s eyes and spot the familiar lust you both thought you had forgotten. His thumb moves along your lips, your chin, your cheek and his hand curls at the nape of your neck. He kisses you again; your hands glide over his chest, feeling his muscles tense at his abdomen as you push your hand into his jeans, taking his erection in your hand and teasing it softly. He growls in your mouth, smiling as he pulls away from you, his lips hover over yours and he lets out a sharp breath as you pump faster on his cock. 

He kisses and licks down your throat, gently nipping at your collarbone, his hands gliding up to cup your supple breasts. He pulls you towards him by your ass, easily hoisting you up, wrapping your legs around him. You kiss his neck, his shoulders and his face as he carries you to the living room. The two of you stumble onto the couch, the kissing growing more intense as his hands push your shirt up roughly, moving his face down to nip the soft skin at your ribs, licking stripes all over your breasts and taking your hardened nipple in his mouth, groaning as he sucked. A groan escapes you and your toes curl; the sensation flowing through you like a parade of butterflies. He grinds himself against you; you felt the pressure from his cock through his jeans stimulate your clit and you let out a heavy sigh. He sucks on your nipple harder, groaning as his hands move down to your clit. 

“Mmmm, you’re so wet. Did you miss me?” He asks, his voice erotic and smooth. 

You whimper out a response and he kisses you again, moving your underwear to the side to glide his two fingers inside you. 

“Ahhhunnnnghh, ooh Eddie…”  Your back arches and you moan loudly; it had been so long since he had been inside you, and these were just his fingers. He moans at the tightness he felt from you and pumps his fingers in and out. You felt the tingles in your lower belly, the lovely feeling of euphoria about to hit its peak when he suddenly stops. You lift your head to look at him breathless, and you feel yourself getting wetter as you look into his eyes. His pupils were dilated, his beautiful brown eyes were almost black; he looked like a wolf on a hunt, and he was ready to eat. He scoots back on his heels, laying his back down on the other side of the couch. You lift your head to stare at him and he grins widely. 

“Get up here and ride my fucking face.” He tells you breathlessly. You don’t object; in one swift motion you’re pulling off your shirt, while stepping out of your underwear. You straddle him, greedily kissing his lips, licking down to bite his neck, and grind your pussy on the top of his jeans. You kneel with your legs on either side of his head, and he scoots down, his breath hot against your cunt. He looks up at you from where he laid, and grips your ass with both hands, pushing you into his mouth. Your head lulls back, feeling his tongue lap at your clit, sucking and tugging the skin around it. You move your hips in sync with his mouth; groaning loudly, feeling as if your soul left your body. His tongue swirls around your clit, leaving soft butterfly kisses on that sensitive bundle. 

“Fuck my face.” He groans against you, and he spanks your ass, getting you to squeal and squirm as you lean back on your palms, rolling your hips against his mouth, moving faster and faster. Your moans were getting louder as the pressure in your belly builds, the pure ecstasy you felt as he sucked you dry. 

“You like the taste of me, baby?” You ask him, biting your lip as you moan loud, and he whimpers in response; the tip of his tongue moves quicker against your clit. “Unnnghhh, I’m gonna cum all over your mouth, baby. Ohhh, oooh, fu-fuck Eddie, ahhh. God, you’re so good at this.” You sound almost whiney, and that sets him off, licking you faster, biting your clit gently and groaning. You roll your hips faster, and he squeezes your ass, burying his face deeper into your cunt as you felt your orgasm hit your depths. 

You cry out, your body trembles and your head falls back, mouth falling open in a gasp. He continues to devour you, tasting every inch of you until you can’t handle it anymore and you fall back on the cushions. Your chest heaves, and he stands up. His lips swollen, his chin covered in you, and he snaps the buttons of his jeans, stepping out of him.  You take in his entire form. The muscles on his chest, his beautiful artwork of tattoos on his arm, his chest, his belly. Your favorite one that graced his hip and up half his back. Everything about him was beautiful, and he was yours. 

He fists his cock as his eyes fix on you, smiling, drunk on lust and he glides up your body, his tongue leaving a wet trail all the way to your lips. He hooks your leg around his waist, kissing you deeply, squeezing the skin above your hip. He grinds his cock against your folds, and you moan again. Your hands caress his back, his shoulders, and move down to squeeze his perfect ass. He groans against your mouth, gently biting your lip as he pulls away, his hair tickling your chin. He cups your face, the coolness of his rings send shivers down your spine and you spread your legs apart. He leans back on his heels, licking his hand and rubbing his cock. He lines up with your entrance, and slowly pushes himself inside you. 

Your eyes flutter close, a small whimper escaping you as you feel him stretch you out, and he groans loudly. 

“Ohhhh fuuuck.” He moans, letting out a laugh. “You’re so tight, holy shit.” 

He rocks his hips back and forth, watching himself go in and out of you. You felt wild, feral, and it felt like sparks of electricity coursing through your blood stream. You moan loud, pushing his ass into you with your hands.

“Fuck me baby.” You groan out, and a low growl rumbles in his chest. He rolls his hips, fucking you so hard the hinges in the couch squeaked loudly. You bring your hand up to his mouth, he sucks your fingers and groans. You take your hand away, gliding it down to his ass, squeezing his cheek. A guttural sound escapes him as you insert your finger into his ass and his eyes flutter close, his thrusts getting a little sloppy before he collects himself and fucks into you.

“Fuuuuck.” He moans. “You dirty girl, I forgot about this.” 

“How could you?” You whisper erotically and push your finger deeper, your finger hitting his prostate and a hot gasp escapes his lips. His head falls back as he rams into you, he grips your thighs hard, leaving beautiful little bruises. You remove your finger, arching your hips, screaming as he gets deeper. 

“Right there, baby, don’t stop, fuuuuck, don’t stop.” You whine. 

“Cum again for me baby.” He groans. “Unnnnghhh, fuck! I wanna feel that pussy cum.” He cups both of your breasts, pinching your erect nipples. A sound so pornographic escape you as he continues to slam his cock into you. He leans down, bringing his nipple in your mouth and sucking, groaning as he could feel his own orgasm building. 

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck.” You moan, inhaling a whiney gasp. “Oh god baby, oh fuck…I’m cumming…I’m cumming…” 

You let out a scream, moaning in his ear, your nails scrape down his back, drawing a little blood and a broken moan escapes him as he cums with you, burying his face in your chest. The sounds from the both of you echo off the walls, your entire body shook, the tingles in your lower belly continue as he keeps rolling his hips into you, getting every last bit of him inside you. You swallow a lump, holding his head to your chest as he trembles, both of your chests heaved with erotic violence, and you were both dripping with sweat. He lifts his face to look into your eyes, his lips were swollen, his face flushed, and he grins, completely fucked out. You kiss his lips gently, curling your fingers through his hair and he slides out of you, laying his cheek back down on your chest. 

“I can’t feel my legs.” You laugh, kissing the top of his head, swallowing hard again. “Good thing he sleeps through the night.”

“I could use a shower.” Eddie mutters into your chest, his forehead damp. 

“Mmmm, me too.” You say, closing your eyes and you smile. “Crazy what a whole year can bring. Imagine if we never told each other how we felt.” 

“Nope.” He says, his hair tickling your chest as he shakes his head. “I could never. You and Hunter are my life now. I can’t imagine my life without either one of you.” He meets your eyes, resting his chin on your chest, his dimples so prominent as he smiles. 

You rub his cheek gently. “I couldn’t imagine it either. I’m happy you fucked yourself up in the mud that day.”

He laughs and kisses your lips. “I’m happy you didn’t leave me there.”

There is a thing about love stories. It’s ever changing, it’s growing. Sometimes it’s easy, sometimes it’s hard. The thing about you and Eddie, you were more than just lovers, you were partners, in everything and anything you did. Two years after the birth of Hunter, you gave birth to a beautiful baby girl and named her Amelia Grace Munson. She completed your little family. As Hunter grew, he looked more like Eddie. His eyes were a beautiful hazel, he had Eddie’s eye shape and his curly locks. He even acted like him, and it was hysterical to watch the frustration coming from Eddie when Hunter would give sass back to him, and Eddie would tell himself it was his punishment for all the stupid shit he did as a kid, but they were best friends. Eddie had bought Hunter a drum kit when he was six years old, and you both were amazed at how quick he learned a rhythm. Amelia reminded you of your mother, even with her facial expressions. She also had Eddie’s beautiful curls; her brown hair had hints of red in it. Watching him become a girl dad was the sweetest thing in the world.  She had learned how to paint nails, and Eddie would let her paint his nails any color she wanted. Some days they were all pink, some days there were yellow, blue and green. She even painted his toenails black.  She was a wonderful singer; she had learned all Corroded Coffin’s songs when she was around ten and when the boys from the band would come visit, they would all play in the garage.  When Massachusetts became the first state to legalize same sex marriage in 2004, Robin and her partner Maria, moved to Boston and you kept your promise. You officiated their wedding, almost choking on your tears, but the ceremony was the most beautiful thing you had ever been a part of. Steve was Robin’s best man, and he was expecting his third child with his wife Michelle.  Eddie was the best man at Dustin’s wedding, he had married Suzie on a beautiful winter day. 

Your kids knew everything about your mother, you made sure of it. They would ask you questions about her, ask to see pictures. Amelia had told you one day that she was pretty sure your mother was a fairy tale princess, and when she was old enough to have children, she would tell them those stories. 

Wayne had gotten sick in 2010; Eddie wanted to go back to Indiana to take care of him for however long he could, but Wayne refused. Your father ended up taking Wayne in, assisting him with doctor’s appointments, and had hospice care set up when it was time. Eddie, you and the kids all said goodbye to Wayne on March 18th 2011. He had died peacefully in his bed, holding Eddie’s hand as he silently cried, thanking him for the life he had given him.  Your father had passed away at 82, in 2019. He had no health issues, he just simply went to sleep, and didn’t wake up; you had him cremated and buried part of him with your mother. It had been years since you felt at peace being at the cemetery, but knowing your parents were together again made everything easier. You and Eddie were pushing sixty, but you would never know it. Hunter was a professional drummer, and Amelia was the singer of their band. Amelia’s voice was like Janis Joplin and Joni Mitchell; you had never seen Eddie prouder when he would be on stage with them. Yes, Eddie still played Sweetheart, the old girl still had her voice. The only difference with Eddie in his age was the color of his hair; he still kept it long, it still held its beautiful curls, but now it was a beautiful dark gray. He was still one of the most beautiful men you had ever seen. He also had a full tattoo sleeve on his other arm, as well as a throat tattoo. Hunter was the spitting image of his father, his hair wasn’t long, but it still held those beautiful curls. His entire body was covered in tattoos. He was the funniest person you knew; him and Eddie would get into silly arguments with each other that would always end with one of them laughing hysterically. They were the perfect duo. In a month, him and his wife Lena were going to make you and Eddie grandparents for the first time. To a little girl. Lena was like another daughter to you both; her and Hunter met in kindergarten and had become best friends. They went through everything together, and Hunter finally admitted his feelings when they were in their early twenties. Sound familiar? Amelia was strikingly beautiful; her hair had turned a beautiful auburn color as she got older, and it was all the way down to her waist. She was beautiful inside and out, she had a kind heart and a wit about her, you swore she was an old soul. She was an all-around daddy’s girl, the two of them would stay up late writing songs together in the garage. She was dating a kind girl named Kathryn; just the other day, Kathryn had asked you and Eddie permission to marry her. Of course, you both said yes.  Every day you and Eddie fell more and more in love with each other. It was always something new with the two of you, and you couldn’t have chosen a better person to live this life with you. The two of you had sat out on porch, a book laid across your lap, Eddie had his reading glasses on, scribbling in a notebook, adding lyrics to a song Amelia had written. You had your leg draped over his lap and had glanced over at him, he meets your eyes, smiling, his dimples still prominent as ever, and he winks at you. 

You lean over to kiss his lips softly, and he grins against your lips.

“Even after all these years, you still manage to give me butterflies.” He says, sweetly to you. 

“Are you sure it’s not a diverticulitis flare up?” You both laugh, cupping his cheek and kissing him again. “I love you.”

“I know.” He smiles at you, wrapping his arm around you, kissing the top of your head.

For so many years after the death of your mother; it felt so challenging to navigate the grief into your life. You didn’t want to continue with it most days, you wanted the grief to just stop, but eventually, you let the grief stay awhile. Grief was a part of you, and for so long you hated it. But now, you love that part of you. It lets you know that you’re human, that you know how to love, and to love hard.

And, you realize, it wasn’t the end of all things.

It was the beginning of everything. 

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thank you so much for reading this series and being apart of this journey with me! I honestly didn't think this would blow up like it did. I appreciate all of you so much. Don't worry, I got a few ideas up my sleeve so you will be getting more of our boy Eddie. Maybe some fantasy, horror, one shots, who knows?! ;) I love you all, thank you so much for reading.

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Prompt idea: Lingerie with Frankie Morales but make it cute/funny? Picture this, you've got all of the fancy bits you've never worn before and you're struggling with the fiddly latches, crying out, "I can't get this shit on!" You finally figure it out, show it off to Frankie and he loves it. But he likes sex best when there's nothing between the two of you, so he works on unwrapping you. You notice his lips stop moving on you for a few seconds before he whines, "I can't get this shit off!"

Tangled Up (Frankie “Catfish” Morales x f!Reader)

Summary: ^^

W/C: 3K

Warnings: uh this is filth. SMUT 18+, oral sex (f receiving), lingerie, unprotected PIV sex (wrap it before you tap it, babes), Frankie has no patience and is rlly strong

A/N: this speaks to me, anon. I love this. I hope you do too!

Frankie already thinks you’re the most beautiful thing on the face of this planet. Every little thing you do is amazing to him, the way you call his name, the way you bat your lashes at him when you really want something.

He’s absolutely obsessed with your body; he’s told you that and demonstrated time after time that he thinks you’re the goddamn prettiest thing he’s ever seen, that your body is absolutely perfect in its uniqueness.

Naturally, Frankie has his favorite pieces of clothing on you, the way they cling to or flow off of your wonderful form. Frankie is a big believer that the body is the soul, and he’s absolutely in love with yours. Anything to accentuate your soft skin, with colors that stand out against the tone of it, drives Frankie absolutely wild.

Lingerie is his favorite. It surprised you at first. Frankie is a patient man, slow and soft when he wants to be, prioritizing you over himself in everything he does but especially in the bedroom. Something like that feels self-indulgent to him, like it’s his one weakness, you looking like that just for him. Then he gets to unwrap you like the best fucking present he’s ever received- yeah, Frankie is really into lingerie on you.

He’s gifted it to you, gone shopping with you to buy it, but his favorite thing is being surprised. The element of shock and sensuality when he’s confronted with the most beautiful body wrapped in such perfect garments is his favorite sensation, next to digging his fingers into your hips and pulling your body against his to kiss you.

You know how much he loves it, and that motivates you to do it somewhat often. The problem is that lingerie is expensive. You usually find yourself repeating outfits for Frankie to rapidly strip from your body, which he clearly doesn’t care about. You look sexy, and he loves it. But you love the surprise, the shock and admiration as he has to run those tough and strong hands over the lace.

Frankie particularly loves dark colors, like black or a deep velvety red, on you. He thinks they look painfully seductive, tempting.

That’s what’s motivated you to buy the piece laying on your bed. It’s black, with a bra and panties and quite a lot of straps, buckles and loops built into it. You’d been hesitant, but seeing it in real life makes you even more excited. Frankie gets home soon; time to get in.

The panties go on easily, obviously. The next part is the challenge. There are straps upon straps, endless slots for you to shove limbs through. You hold it up and frown, not quite sure how to get it on.

Wandering to the mirror, you shove yourself into the thing, making some errors but eventually finding the proper way to wear it.

You look hot: both physically and sexually. There’s a lacy collar, attached to the intersection of the bra. The cups are mesh with lacy decor to cover the nipples, and there are many straps over your abdomen that hook up to the panties. All in all, it’s a complicated number, but you smile as you do a little twirl. Frankie will like it.

The other hot: you’re sweating. It took effort to put it on, lots of odd angles to pull and tug. You feel warm and flushed, so it’s a relief to plop on the edge of the bed and let the cool air of the house get you acclimated again.

You wait, mindlessly scrolling through your phone as you relax on the bed. Frankie’s schedule is far from exact, but you know the 15-20 minute window he’ll arrive home in. Lucky for you, the garage door opens at the normal time he arrives home.

Tossing your phone aside, you perch seductively on the edge of the bed, crossing your legs and leaning back on your arms. “Frankie, baby,” you call into the house as the door opens.

“Hey honey,” he calls back. You can hear him taking off his boots, taking off his jacket. His footsteps ascend with him as he climbs the stairs, and you fidget a little with the lingerie.

He stops in the kitchen, doing something or another. You frown a little. “Frankie,” you call again.

“Just one second, babe,” he chuckles, grabbing a glass of water and something to eat in the kitchen. When he has his things, he meanders through the house and to the bedroom. He nearly drops what he’s holding at the sight waiting for him.

He’s wearing a t-shirt and jeans. Nothing special, but he always looks so good in it. You naturally smirk just at the sight of your man, of how perfect he is. “How was work?” You purr, letting your head loll to the side so he can get a full view of your body.

Frankie swallows hard. “One second.”

You frown and he walks away, putting the water and food back down in the kitchen. He hurries back just to stand in the doorway, staring at you. “I… wow.”

You giggle a little. “I know you like something to tug on,” you tease and snap one of the straps against your skin. The sound goes straight to Frankie’s dick, steadily growing harder in those dark-wash jeans. “Well?”

“You look like a fucking bombshell, babe,” he groans as he walks closer and falls to his knees at the edge of the bed. “Holy fuck,” he shivers as his fingers trace up your bare thighs, sliding beneath the waistline of the panties.

“Glad you like it,” you chuckle and take off his cap, throwing it aside so you can bury your hands in those pretty curls. They’re so soft, fluffy when you run your fingers through them.

Frankie’s lips find your thigh, starting just above the knee and making their way up. “Love it,” he nods, murmuring it into the soft and sensitive skin there. “But you know I like you better with nothing to separate our skin,” he flirts, looking up at you with those round eyes that make you weak.

You shiver under his work, twirling one wave around your finger. “Take at least a little time to enjoy it, baby,” you pout.

He sits back on his knees and nods. “Of course. You know what…” he trails off as he stands, going over to the dresser and grabbing something from on top of it.

He returns moments later with your Polaroid, smirking a little. “Now I can enjoy it longer,” he chuckles as he pops open the lens. “Pose for me, baby girl,” he says, his voice growing darker and deeper as he takes in the sight.

You do, legs spread and chest pushed out, looking at him seductively through the camera. There’s a flash and a click as the camera takes the picture, then the film pops out through the bottom, still black as it develops. Frankie sets it back on the dresser, along with the photo, then stands at the foot of the bed. “How do you suggest I appreciate it, hm?” He asks.

Eyeing him, you can’t help but smile. “Take your shirt off first.”

“Okay,” he laughs softly and pulls off the soft gray tee, exposing his muscles and slight tummy. It’s such a beautiful sight, and your eyes follow the thin trail of hair down.

“Now the belt.”

“Should I just presume you want it all off?” He asks again, tilting his head.

Laughing, you fall flat onto your back on the bed. “Yes. All of it. Off.” You lift your head just slightly, dropping it as you realize it might add a couple of chins.

“No, watch me,” he orders, and it makes you smirk. It’s an easy domination, the way Frankie could do whatever the fuck he wants with you. Neither of you ever agreed upon anything, never made a pact and discussed the idea of something serious, but it’s something the two of you learned over your time of knowing and loving each other. Frankie knows what you like, and you know what he likes: when he gives the orders. When he’s fully nude, his thick cock heavy and reddened, you smile even wider. “What next?” He asks, allowing the role to be played.

You pretend to think about it, stroking your chin. “Well, do whatever you want to me. But the lingerie stays on.”

Frankie pouts. “I wanna fuck you, and I like it best when there’s nothing between us.”

“Then find another way,” you shrug, that devious little smile tugging up the corner of your mouth. “Do something else. Maybe if you’re good enough, I’ll take it off for you and let you fuck me.”

“Oh, you’ll let me fuck you?” He teases as he gets on his knees, one hand on each thigh as he pushes them apart and nestles between them. “How kind.” His lips trace along the inside of your thigh, slowly working their way from the knee to the apex.

You shiver beneath him, wiggling at the anticipation. “I’m giving,” you sigh, any sarcasm you attempt to give lost in a moan as Frankie mouths at your clit through the panties.

“You sure are,” he murmurs, his own body shuddering at the wetness of the lacy fabric covering your slit. His tongue contributes to the dampness, starting at your opening and slowly licking all the way up to nip at your clit through the lace.

“Baby,” you whimper, your hands digging into his hair.

“You told me to take my time,” he mumbles and looks up at you, eyes darkened with lust. “I’m just following orders, baby girl.” He pushes the panties aside and laps at your folds.

A whimper trails from your lips and your back arches off the bed, desperate for more. “God, I fucking love you.”

Frankie traces two fingers through your slick, teasing at your entrance and sitting back on his heels to watch the sight that accompanies the unholy sounds. “You think you love me? I got to come home from work to this,” he groans, taking in the sight of you and plunging two thick fingers inside of you. “Nothing better than this, pretty girl,” he shudders and dives back in, sucking at your clit and tracing it slowly with his tongue.

You keen into his touch, grinding your hips back against his mouth. “Fuck, Frankie,” you cry out as he curves his fingers inside of you, hitting that perfect spongy spot.

“Yeah?” He murmurs into you, his tongue barely resting for a second.

“Yeah, oh fuck,” you shiver. “Baby, don’t you dare stop.”

“Couldn’t if I tried,” he groans, working his tongue harder against you.

It’s all too much in just the right way. The cresting wave that builds inside of you finally breaks as Frankie swirls the sensitive bud around his tongue, and you whine his name as the release pours through your body, making you shake and squirm and moan. “There we go,” he murmurs as he pulls away, your body coming down from its high. “That enough appreciation for you?”

“Plenty,” you nod. “Now fuck me. Please.”

He smirks a little and stands. “Finally,” he chuckles as he runs his fingers over the endless straps covering your body. He snaps one of them against your breast, making the soft flesh ripple. He groans at the sight, of the way your tit bounces against it.

Frankie pulls you to sit up, reaches behind and unclasps the bra. Normally, that would be enough to get you naked, but there’s a neck harness and straps and to be honest, he doesn’t know where to get started. “How the fuck did you get this thing on?” He murmurs.

You laugh a little. “It took me a really long time, honestly. It was hard.”

Frankie sighs and pulls at the straps, trying to find a good way to get it off. His deft fingers search your body for some kind of clasp or buckle, but find none. He unclips the panties from the top, at least, and slides them off, then gets back to working.

His eyes look up at you and he pouts. “Come on. Give me a hint, baby.”

“I don’t fucking know, Frankie,” you laugh, still on an endorphin high from the orgasm moments ago. “I don’t know how this thing got on and I know even less about how to get it off.”

Frankie’s forehead falls against your chest, groaning. “Fuck.” He tries gathering the straps and pulling them up. That doesn’t work. He searches under every strap for maybe velcro or snaps. Nothing. He pushes you back down onto your back.

“Goddamnit!” He groans and his lack of patience gets the best of him. Gripping the straps, Frankie pulls them hard until the straps break, leaving you bare beneath him and completely stunned.

The straps fall to your sides, exposing your full chest and abdomen. “Frankie!” You exclaim, honestly more than turned on from his little show of strength.

“Sorry,” he bites his lip and looks down at you, but you know he’s really not. The tip of his cock is leaking, red and flushed and you know he’d do just about anything to get inside you now.

You giggle a little, the adrenaline from the moment rushing through your veins. “That was fucking hot,” you admit, spreading your legs. “You got me stripped down. Now fuck me, Frankie, please.”

The embarrassment is gone from his face within seconds. “Yes ma’am,” he mumbles, climbing over you and kissing you desperately hard.

You cup his face and hike your knees up around his waist, kissing him back just as readily, tongue pressing against the seam of his lips. He allows you in in the exact moment he thrusts inside of you, making you moan into his mouth before breaking away.

“Frankie,” you whimper as he’s pushed fully inside of you, throbbing and twitching as you say his name. “Fuck, baby,” you whine, his thick cock pressed against your cervix. “You gonna go easy on me?”

“Not in the slightest,” he mumbles back and pulls mostly out before pushing back in, hard. You cry out his name over and over, grabbing at his shoulder blades and back. You can feel the muscles there shift as he pushes, holding himself up over you. His head falls down with a groan as you reach one hand behind him to teasingly tug at his balls.

In return, Frankie lowers himself over you and brings one hand down to circle your clit, thrusting in time with the movement of his worn fingertips. God, he’s so damn good with his hands, always has been, and you whimper that into his ear, moving both hands back up to clutch at his back, nails digging into his skin.

It’s almost a competition of pleasure between the two of you, who can do more of the tiny little things the other loves, who can get the other to their peak first. Frankie kisses at your neck, mumbling sweet words into your skin, crying out as your nails drag down his back. “Baby, please, you feel so fucking good, god you’re so big,” you groan next to his ear, filling it with all of the affirmations he loves.

“You‘re just so fucking tight,” he grunts, thrusting harder and harder into you. You get tighter as you clench around him, and Frankie knows that it means you’re close. “Come on, baby girl. You gonna cum on my dick?”

“Yes, yes,” you chant, head falling back into the bed. “Oh, fuck, Frankie-oh!” You squeal as he hits the sweet spot inside of you once more, his fingers working in the perfect rhythm with his hips to make you fall apart, clenching and fluttering around him as more slick coats his cock.

He groans at the feeling, shivering at the way you clamp down on him. “W-where? Where do you want it, baby?” He asks you, knowing he’s about to burst at any second, the way you’re absolutely destroying him.

“In me, please,” you beg, and it’s an offer Frankie can’t refuse. He lets go, filling you with the hot, sticky seed. You whine at the feeling, desperately gripping his skin.

He whines your name in your ear as he comes down, shivering and pulling out, lying next to you on top of the ruined lingerie.

“That was expensive,” you whimper as you limply toy with a strap.

“I’ll buy you a new set. Two new sets,” he tells you, breathless and sweaty. “God, you looked so good in that,” he sighs, chuckling a little. He gets up and wanders to the bathroom, getting a warm, wet cloth and coming back to clean you up.

The sight of his cum dripping from inside you is almost enough to make him hard again, but he bites his lip and wipes you down, tenderly kissing your thigh. “Thank you,” you murmur weakly and smile down at him.

“Doing my job,” he teases and kisses your knee before cleaning himself off and tossing the cloth in the laundry. When he lies down next to you, he takes the discarded lingerie and throws it off the bed, wrapping you in his arms. “You’re so amazing,” he chuckles. “God, I love you.”

“I love you too, baby,” you hum and kiss his face, nuzzling your nose into the curve of his flushed and dewey neck. “I have stuff to make for dinner.”

The reminder that it’s only 5:00 or so makes Frankie laugh a little. “You don’t have to. You’ve done enough for me tonight,” he murmurs, kissing your temple lovingly.

“Never said I was doing it alone,” you chuckle sleepily, your eyes slipping shut. “You’re helping.”

“Damn right I am. Maybe we take a nap first though,” Frankie says as he pulls you closer in his arms.

“A nap sounds good,” you nod and kiss his cheek. “I love you.”

“Love you too, baby.”

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Hi! First off, thank you for helping resurrect this fandom! Do you think you could please do the SFW alphabet for Larry? Thank you!

No Anon, thank you! I wouldn’t be able to do this without you guys! Alrighty, enough rambling *cracks knuckles* Let's do this! 

WARNINGS: Swearing(?) and slight angst

A = Activities (what do they like to do with their s/o? how do they spend their free time?)

- He loves just being with his S/O in general. Touch is his love language so prepare for cuddling or just you two holding each other.

- Just imagine Larry painting in his room on a rainy day, you can hear the rain against the window and Sanity’s fall being played at a low volume. While Larry is moving the brush along with the paper, you have your arms around his waist, your face in the crook of his neck, basking in the scent of pine, cheap cologne and a slight hint of smoke and paint.

B = Beauty (what do they admire about their s/o? what do they think is beautiful about them?)

- Ummm, LITERALLY EVERYTHING! He likes your looks, your personality EVERYTHING BITCH! 

C = Comfort (how do they help their s/o when they feel down? what makes them feel better?)

- Larry thinks that he’s not good at comforting people but he actually is decent. If you want to be alone, he’s going to find it hard but he’ll respect it. If you need someone to talk to or you just want to be held, Larry’s fine doing that,

D = Dreams (how do they picture their future with their s/o and in general?)

- He doesn't really picture his future often, he’s kind of a ‘go with to flow kinda guy’ wherever life goes, it takes him. But that doesn't stop him from thinking about probably proposing to you someday or even having a kid or having a few pets.

E = Equal (are they the dominant one in the relationship or are they rather passive?)

- Although you are pretty much equal he comes off more dominant sometimes. He feels a need to protect you and take care of you, although that concludes in him bottling up his own feelings and wants to be the one taken care of for once.

F = Fight (how quick are they to forgive their s/o? what are they like in an argument? who says sorry first?)

- Larry can be stubborn sometimes, but he’s the one to apologise first. Although he needs some alone time. 

G = Gifts (what kind of things do they gift to their s/o? are they spontaneous or do they stick to special events like anniversaries?)

- He’s kinda spontaneous with his gifts, but he can’t really afford it so it’s going to be something cheap or something he made or found

H = Heart Eyes (what are they like in love? is it obvious to others? how do they express their love? do they brag about their s/o to others?)

- Obvious as hell. Locks eyes with you CONSTANTLY even when not meaning to, stutters, rubs the back of his neck also that boy can blush like hell.

- Larry expresses his love through touch. He always has to be touching his S/O, like holding their hand, an arm around their waist or shoulders etc.

- He doesn't really brag to his friends but he does brag to people who are mean to him or his S/O

I = Impression (what first attracted them to their s/o? how accurate was their first impression of how their s/o actually is?)

- What first attracted him to you was your overall aura and your looks. You were just so pretty and he could feel your presence from a mile off

J = Jealousy (do they get jealous easily? how do they deal with it?)

- He hardly gets jealous, he knows he can trust you but earlier on in the relationship he just couldn’t help it.

K = Kiss (are they a good kisser? what was their first kiss like? where do they kiss the most?)

- He was not a good kisser when you met him. You definitely weren't his first kiss but he needed some practice. He’s a quick learner and gets better sometime in the relationship. 

- Your first kiss was kinda awkward since his nose got in the way but you got there in the end, it was sweet but messy at the same time. 

- Larry kisses you pretty much everywhere and anywhere, but his favourite places to kiss you are your lips, cheek and neck but if he’s feeling extra spicy (I am so sorry) he kisses your inner thighs and the top of your breasts.

L = Little Things (what are the little things they love about their s/o? are they attentive?)

- He’s pretty attentive and likes the little things about you such as freckles, birthmarks, stretch marks, moles, boobs.

- Larry likes pretty much anything and everything.

M = Marriage (do they want to get married? how do they propose? what would the wedding be like?)

- He wants to get married ngl but if you don’t end up getting married it doesn't matter. 

N = Nicknames (what do they call their s/o? what do they get called?)

- Babe, baby, sweetheart, kitten, some other extremely cheesy but cute nickname

- He likes being called pet names/nicknames, he doesn't have a set preference but he does like the usual ‘babe’ or the occasional ‘love’

O = Open (do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? is it easy for them to share?)

- He’s pretty open with his S/O, sometimes a bit too open. 

- Larry’s a pretty honest guy, so he keeps nothing from you but it’s depending on the degree of what it is. 

P = Pancakes (are they a good cook? how often do they cook for their s/o? breakfast in bed or fancy dinner dates?)

- He sees himself as a decent cook, but he normally just helps Lisa and doesn't actually cook anything. 

- He really wants to do things like dinner dates and breakfast in bed but he’ll burn down the whole complex before you even think of it. 

Q = Quirk (a random quality/ability that is beneficial to their relationship.)

- Larry’s already pretty strong and is even stronger when he started working out, so including touch as his love language he loves to pick you up out of nowhere are swing you around, or cuddle you. 

R = Romance (how romantic are they? are they cliché or creative?)

- Larry is pretty romantic and creative with your dates but he can’t help but be cliché sometimes 

S = Sleep (who falls asleep first? do they need their s/o close to them? do they have any bad habits?)

- Larry’s sleeping schedule is all over the place, but sometimes he’d rather have you fall asleep first so he could watch you (in a non-creepy way) and just hold you.

- Larry also snores and is a pretty light sleeper, he’ll feel you leaving the bed to go to the bathroom and pull you back in. 

T = Thrill (do they need to spice up their relationship with new things or do they stick to a routine? how often do they do new things?)

- It’s in the middle, although Larry is fine with routine after a long while he or you need to spice things up a bit

U = Unity (did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? what traits do they share?)

- You helped him feel more confident in himself, you’ve also helped him process things that could’ve been self-destructive as a result.

V = Value (how important is their relationship to them? what is it worth compared to other things in their life?)

- His relationship, his friends and his mom is worth EVERYTHING to him. 

W = Wild Card (a random fluff headcanon.)

- Larry likes dancing with you, only slow dancing really. He also likes using you as a model for his art projects. 

- Sometimes he just holds you and tells you how special you are to him and how much he loves and cares about you.

X = XOXO (do they like to kiss and cuddle? are they upfront about their relationship or rather shy when in public?)

- Larry is fine with kissing and cuddling in public, he’s also quite upfront about your relationship, he likes showing how much he loves you.

Y = Yearning (how do they cope when they spend time away from their s/o? do they miss their s/o?)

- He copes well, it’s not that he doesn't care, it’s really because he knows that you're coming back. He does miss you though and contacts you when your away.

Z = Zoo (do they have pets? do they want some in the future?)

- He does like animals and he’s fine with getting literally any animal.

[honeybunnybeez]

If you are still doing the alphabet thing can I please get a c!quackity? It's okay if not, dont worry!

SFW alphabet:

C!Quackity

♡Reader is Gender Neutral!

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Lord we know this man is quite the flirt in some way. He's pretty affectionate with you in front of others and almost has little shame with it.

In public, he likes to hold hands or put his arms around your shoulder or waist, depending on how tall you are compared to him.

In private he's pretty playful, calling out your name out of nowhere only to tackle with you a hug and kiss you. He totally keeps you on your toes when at home.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

He's a very teasing best friend, constantly joking around with you. Also the best friend people think you're dating before you actually date because of how affectionate he is with you.

You two probably became friends during the presedential election and remained friends since you decided to oppose Schlatt with him and Tubbo.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

My man likes to properly cuddle with you whenever you two have some quiet time alone. His favourite way to cuddle you is by laying on top of you while you stroke his hair or wings.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

I would think that he would, most likely after being satisfied with whatever he plans on doing in the server.

Oh my god but he would be so bad at doing chores with you. Washing dishes? Yeah- that's gonna be a 1 hour ordeal as you two have a water fight. Cooking? Food fight. Sweeping around the house? Broom fight- you two keep telling yourself you won't do it again but you do-

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

(Me, having a minor flashback to when he told Eret he didn't like him at all) OKAY- So, depends heavily on the situation. It could either go smooth or just break both your hearts.

If it was just the relationship not feeling natural, he would break it off to you the nicest way he can and would still really wanna be friends with you. He can't cause chaos without his buddy after all.

Oh but if it was because of something bad either one of you did, he would definitely say things he doesn't mean. Things that would break both your hearts. Yeah, it would take a while to ever mend your relationship if that was the outcome.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He has like 2 freaking fiances and 1 (or 2?) ex(es?). (Karlnapity sfw alphabet soon? Maybe-) He's down to get engaged with you for sure.

Okay but he seems to like getting engaged really quickly too- So you'll have to tell him straight up that you need to see where this goes with him. Maybe give like a time period of 6 months or more to see if you two could really live being each others for the rest of you lives.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Emotionally, he is a little rough. He forgets his limits at times and will sometimes say hurtful things to you by accident in the heat of the moment. He'll apologize profusely though when he catches his mistake and sees the way your eyes stare at him with such hurt. He tells you he doesn't mean it and he truly doesn't, he'll feel guilty until you forgive him.

Physically, he is pretty gentle save for his few tackle hugs and kisses. He just loves you a lot and sometimes can't contain it well.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He loves hugs if it's you giving them. He needs to get a hug from you everyday and if he doesn't he gets super whiny and will even whine in his 'auto tune' voice until he gets them. He likes to hug you from behind, and sometimes his wings cover the both of you as he asks you, "Guess who this iiis!"

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

The first time he ever genuinely said I love you was when you had to help him clean his wings after a bad fall of his. He had never let anyone close to them before and so him thinking he could trust you not to hurt him was something that made him realize that he truly did love you.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He's not a very jealous person, being a very affectionate and handsy person himself, but if you and him don't hang out with one another as often as you used to he starts to whine for your attention until he gets it.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses are very hyper and almost silly.

He likes to kiss your whole face, planting them in quick succession everywhere to make you laugh.

He likes when you give him long kisses on the lips. Especially if it's during a calm moment. It makes his heart flutter.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Oh he can definitely hang with kids and in return kids love him and his chaotic childish nature too, but he doesn't plan on having any of his own, at least not early on in your relationship. He'll have to think about that for a while.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings are the only time you can find him calm, you usually wake up earlier than he does and he always looks so peaceful while he lays on your chest with his wings laid out like a second blanket.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights are filled with mindless chatter between the two of you. Rarely do you guys ever remember what nonsense you two were on about before bedtime. All you remembered is shared goodnight kisses and cuddles.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Oh, after all the stuff he's been through he doesn't trust anyone easily anymore. It will take him quite a while to fully open up to you about all the negative things he feels or thinks about. Just take things slow with him and don't push him to say what he doesn't want to, that already wins you his favour.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Okay this seems like a wild card not gonna lie. I feel like if it involves his plan to gain power in the server and you're against the idea he has he gets very frustrated. You'll have to be quick and tell him that you say that because you're concerned about him and his safety.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Besides dates, his memory is a little hard for me to describe. He remembers a good amount of things about you but things you mention in passing are forgotten until you bring it up or until he sees something that suddenly reminds you of it.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

It was when you properly sat down with him and preened his wings one day when he was way too tired to do it himself. The feelings of your fingers through his wings were like absolute heaven and he forgot how good it felt to have someone do it for you. Safe to say, he got pretty addicted to you doing it to him after this event.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Although he may seem outgoing and like he doesn't care much, he is rather protective of you, making sure you don't accidentally communicate with anyone he isn't fond of.

He would protect you by warning you of others, telling you who is safe to turn to and who isn't safe to turn to. He even tells those he can somewhat rely on to make sure you're protected when he's away. If worse comes to worse he'll protect you physically as well.

He needs you to protect him mentally and emotionally. He feels like everyone he trusts eventually betrays him and he can't have that with you. He needs reassurance that you won't leave him like the others would or do.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He would put in a bit of effort to make it special but not a whole lot, he wants it to be fun but natural too. Though you can always gurantee that he'll serenade you during your dates or anniversaries, the music he plays for you is silly sure but they're also super heartfelt with effort put into it.

In everyday tasks he isn't very helpful, running off to cause chaos more often than not but if you do need help he'll always be there to lend a hand. He often times fetches (or steals) things you need too.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He doesn't know when to quit when it comes to wanting to take over the server. While you know how he truly is, it unsettles you a bit how he's able to manipulate others at times. You totally gave him an earful when he went to fight Technoblade because you knew, as much as you loved your boyfriend, that no one would actually be able to kill Technoblade that easily.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Schlatt made him feel very insecure about himself and even though he knows thay bastard is full of shit and burning in hell, he can't help but feel disgusting at times. Hug him and tell him that he's very handsome and adorable the way he is and that Schlatt shouldn't be talking when he looks like a wine mom on her last line.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He would feel so lost without, having no support would make him act even more irrational and could also get him killed pretty quickly. You're his voice of reason to a certain extent.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

I've written this before but he likes to make nests out of your pillows, sheets and clothes. The mood strikes him at times and you two will just spend the whole day chilling in his little nest while you preen and baby him.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He doesn't want someone who leaves him when the situation turns sour, he doesn't want a partner who would leave him behind easily. Most importantly though and as unhealthy as this is, he most likely doesn't want a partner who wishes to have more power than him.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He sleep talks and mumbles and that's fine and all but he sometimes he accidentally switches to his 'auto tune' voice and it scares the shit out of you if it's in deep or demonic mode.

A/N: Oh my lord I finally managed to post a c!quackity related thing-! Thank you so much anons for your patience and I hope you all enjoy this! I'm so sorry if this isn't very fluffy but I wanted to mix in a little canon compliance in it too for future angst projects. He was a really interesting character for me to re-study again!

(Requests are open and anon is on!)

[razorblade180]

Interdimensional Moms: Bonus

Part 4 here<-

After many tears and tissue boxes, all members of team RWBY had finally stopped crying. Blake was the best off with her eyes a little red while Ruby was the complete opposite. The girl’s face was still rather red and her eyes were puffy. She hadn’t even completely stopped sniffling yet; much like tear marked partner. Yang on the other hand rested her head on the table. She had cried hard enough to giver herself a minor headache. She was completely drained.

Yang:Ugh, this blows! I thought this was gonna be a fun learning experience.

Blake:We definitely learned. It just so happens we had to poke at some.... extremely sensitive topics.

Weiss:I’m all for looking inward and self reflection but I’ve had my fill.

Ruby:Same. Should’ve kept the summary light.

Yang:No, I’m glad you got that off your chest. We just need a way to lighten the mood.

Blake:.....I kicked Weiss’s butt in a tournament.

RWY:......What?

Blake:During the time spent training for Salem, another tournament was held between the schools. It had team matches and singles. I kicked Weiss’s butt in my fourth round. It was a good day.

Weiss:How is that lightening mood!?

Blake:Listen, it was a big deal! I never thought I was gonna win the whole tournament but I really wanted to beat you. I love you but your head gets a little big when you’re on a roll for too long; plus I just really didn’t want to lose. I always felt a bit of rivalry between us.

Yang:Hehe, is that you’re way of saying “It would look bad to lose to a Schnee?”

Blake:Well it would!

Ruby:Hehehe.

Yang:Wait, does that mean we went back to school?

Blake:Yeah. It was pretty comforting. There was definitely a lot left to learn.

Yang:Weird. School kinda faded into the background.

Ruby:I went back to school. We all did actually. It was fast tracked by roughly a year but it was fun. We all got to pose in caps and gowns.

Weiss:Damn! I should’ve went back just for that. Unfortunately I was busy making rent and learning how to properly preheat a oven.

Yang:It’s like two buttons.

Weiss:Gas stove, and six years out of date.

Yang:Awww, you had to learn the hard way. I’m surprised and thankful you never left the gas on.

Weiss:There’s an alarm for that. Also I’m not irresponsible! Anyways, I mentioned similar tournaments earlier. I didn’t participate much but enough old videos of me in them were enough for to really light a fire under my kids. For awhile I was a bit concerned that they were just following a trend but they really love it. They used to always go around playing like knights when they were tiny.

Ruby:Carmine was a little different. She definitely always tried doing things I could but nothing got the girl jumping like seeing Yang’s horses or new ballet shoes. There wasn’t a morning when I didn’t hear a vase fall over or seeing her spin like a top. Carmine still hums some old routines when she isn’t paying attention.

Yang:Not too many memories of Yujin when she was pint size. But I do remember that wild child always loved using my bandannas for everything! Napkins, capes, ropes; anything but an actual bandanna. I used to get a bit upset with the napkin one but she’d always look at me with her big eyes and crazy hair. I never stayed mad.

Weiss:Softie.

Yang:She was like a pudgy puff ball! Fat cheeks and wholesome smiles. Ah! So adorable!

Weiss:I used to always have at least one of my kids on my hip when I was out and about. I think the media has a magazine amount of pictures of me at the park kissing my babies. Summer liked tummy rubs. She’d never go to sleep without one. Some nights I’d sing too but start to doze off so Jaune would have to take over.

Yang:*smiles* Speaking of Jaune.....

Ruby:No.

Yang:You don’t even know what I was-

Ruby:Were you about to suggest we compare our Jaune’s in the bedroom?

Yang:*red*......Well not just the bedroom! What’s the harm!? I just wanna know if he’s consistent across the board. No need to get detailed.

Weiss:You really never change no matter the world.

Yang:Can’t change greatness. It shows in any form!

Blake:He’s pretty compliant and accommodating. The benefits of being his first when I had prior knowledge I suppose.

Ruby:Don’t answer!

Blake:Why not? I’m comfortable with it.

Yang:Don’t listen to those two Blake. They’re just a bit more embarrassed since Jaune has literally been their one and only.

Blake:Huh, I never thought about it like that. Jaune would’ve been the first person you two opened up to on such a level; especially Weiss.

Yang:That’s still hilarious. All the protesting and somehow you found yourself stripping for the guy.

Weiss:Shut up! I already know! It was....I.... *blushing* emotions ran really high.

Ruby:An entire mental rollercoaster of thoughts and firsts happening all at once. Anxiety was high.

Yang:Heh, so you could say that Jaune Arc-

RW:Got through our walls. Hardy har har.

Yang:Shit, I am the same in every universe. Well I don’t have any reservations about it! *grinning* He makes me feel special every time!

Blake:Bottom.

Yang:I’m ignoring you.🎶

Ruby:Hehe, sounds about right. He...might make me feel a bit special as well.

Blake:Switch.

Ruby:How can you just guess off of that!?

Blake:It’s a gift.

Weiss:......

Blake:*smiling*

Weiss:Leave me alone.

Blake:I don’t know what has you embarrassed. You told us you’ve slept with everyone here except Ruby! I knew you were repressed but geez.

Weiss:For your information it wasn’t my idea! It was yours!

Blake:Not surprising. Let’s switch the topic. How is this other child of mine? Can’t picture me having a daughter.

Weiss:Veronica is very sensitive. Even if she tries to act like she isn’t. One time when she was tiny, a soccer ball hit her straight in the face and she sprung up saying “I’m fine!” Then you took her behind the bleachers to patch her up; tears all on her face. It both breaks my heart and very adorable to see her act fine while her ears are folded back.

Ruby:Your other son Kovu was a bit of cry baby. Partly my fault. Carmine kept beating him up and making fun of him.

Blake:What!?

Yang:Ha! Wait, that’s my kid too. How the heck!? Are you telling me you raised the rowdy child and I got the baby?

Ruby:Yang you’re a baby. I’m like twice as rowdy compared to you. A nevermore got worked day one at school.

Weiss:She has a point. You cry the most out of any of us.

Yang:Wha- that not- how....shut up! *pouts* I’m not that touchy.

Ruby:Kovu is a sweetie and not a cry baby. Carmine is just a little mean when she tries to care about others. She beat him up in an attempt to make Kovu give up dreaming about being a huntsman. That way he wouldn’t be in such a dangerous job. Reasonable logic but you know, a little over the top. Almost broke his arm. Boy did I chew her out. All it did was make him want to try harder.

Yang:Fantastic. I shouldn’t expect less from my own blood. I bet Yujin would like him. Which reminds me, anybody have kids in relationships?

RWB:We’re working on it.

The three women paused briefly before laughing at their meddling. Yang could only admire and fear her friends.

Yang:Should I be scared for your children?

Blake:Lucas needs someone to break up the routine in his life. I’m not saying he has to date her, but it would put a smile on my face.

Ruby:Carmine takes after me, not really thinking about stuff like relationships much. However, that doesn’t mean she doesn’t at all. Carmine tries her best to not act like she’s a teenaged girl with teenage wishes. But everyone sees right through it. I’m fine with her not being in one but I would like if she acknowledged that it’s okay to just....ugh, be normal! Why can nobody have normal knees in my life!?

Weiss:Nick likes Valerie who tries to deny she likes him by liking Summer, who doesn’t like her; while Veronica crushes on Nick who obviously has conflicting feelings.

RBY.....

Yang:Why is it always complicated with you?

Weiss:How is this my fau- okay it is a little bit.

Blake:Where do you stand?

Weiss:I think Valerie would be lovely for him.

Yang:What’s wrong with my baby girl!?

Blake:Yeah!?

Weiss:One, not yours. Two, have you met who I’m married to? Can’t really say he’s wasting his efforts. Though I wouldn’t be upset with Veronica. I think those two might be good for each other.

Blake:Any other bombshells people got?

Ruby:......

Ruby:Ilia is happily married.*sips coffee*

Blake:Oh that’s wonderful! I’m glad she found a loving wi-

Ruby:*smirks* To Sun.

Blake:....*stands up* I need, champagne!

A bottle of champagne poofs into existence with several glasses. Blake immediately pours everyone a glass before raising hers into the sky.

Blake:Ruby Rose, today you’ve erased guilt upon my conscious. I’m happy there’s one world where it seems all of my good exes get over me.

Ruby:Are the Ilia and Sun where you’re from miserable like Yang!?

Blake:No, but they kinda fumble in actually going for relationships. It just always makes me feel a little bad.

Yang:You can technically count two worlds. I’m fine, Ilia is dating a pretty secretary, and your one evil ex is now raising a morally good family.

Blake:You’re right! This calls for a double toast! To alternate universes! *puts glass down*

Weiss:Haha, aren’t you gonna drink it!?

Blake:No I’m still recovering; but how could I pass up the opportunity!? Man I wish I could attend that wedding! I don’t know if I’d be a bridesmaid or the best man!

Yang:You’re just gonna steal Neptune’s thunder like that?

Blake:Hey, Sun and I have taken bullets for each other and stab wounds. I think I deserve to be a little greedy and say I ride or die for that man just a little harder than Neptune.

Ruby:Geeeeeez Blake! Haha, I didn’t even tell you about the baby.

Blake:*visble excitement* Excuse me!?

RWY:*raises glass* Cheers.

Blake:CHEERS! What’s he like!?

xxxxx

Aero:AAAACHOOOO!

Carmine:Eugh! Cover your mouth! I don’t need to get sick.

Aero:Damn! What happened to uh I don’t know, “bless you!?”

Carmine:*pulls out tissues* Happy?

Aero:Where...why are those in you book bag?

Carmine:It’s flu season.

Aero:....I can’t tell if you’re the coolest person around or just a second mother.

Carmine:I can be both. My mom is arguably both but don’t tell her that. It’ll make her month and she’ll hug me too tight.

Aero:Bitch, you love hugs. Stop being difficult.

Carmine:Mmmm nah.

Aero:I feel bad for your mom.

Carmine:I feel bad for yours.

Aero:Hop off. You’re so childish.

Carmine:And yet you love me.

Aero:*red* In your dreams!

Carmine:It would make your day if I dreamed about you,wouldn’t it?

Aero:I hope you dream of spiders.

Carmine:We do not joke about that! *grabs him* Aero I will beat you up if I dream of them tonight! That’s just mean!

Aero:Stop crying ya baby. I could’ve said they were- ow!

Sun:*hitting him* Shut up and just kiss something! We’re trying to watch a game.

Aero and Carmine:We don’t like each other!

Jaune:With all do respect, that’s a lie. But please by all means Aero, continue not touching my daughter if you know what’s best for you. I don’t wanna have to fight you and your parents right afterwards.

Sun:Ilia would kill you.

Jaune:Yeah! That’s why I don’t want the fight! Much like Ruby, she’s short and terrifying. Her size holds the rage.

Ilia:*peeks in* Who’s talking shit?

JASC:Nobody, we love you!

Ilia:.....Got my eyes on you four. *holds Garnet up* and this one; the most well behaved in this bunch even with no nap.

Garnet:*fussy grumbling* I’m a ball of rage!

Ilia:You wanna nap?

Garnet:Yes!!!

Ilia:See, behaved. *walks away* don’t make me come back out here.

Carmine:....So do you like me because your mother is also imposing?

Aero:This is it, my evil origin story. It begins today.

xxxxx

Ruby:I admire his patience.

[toytulini]

Gavyn has a Samoyed,

Zane maybe has a Savannah cat, Jessa got it for him as a surprise anniversary gift or smth which is...terrible? But even tho its more than he was originally prepared for, after a lot of "my cat from hell"-ing hes got it all under control, however he gets like. Educated on pet care in the process, and hes like hmmmmm yeah uh maybe the hybrid part Wild cat as a Surprise Gift was not the best idea, Jess. Like he loves the cat luckily and figured put how to care for her but wouldve appreciated 1)research 2)mutual discussion and decision making 3)better preparedness

A bit later in their life, Gavyn is lowkey pining for another dog, and loves Samoyeds, but tbeir dwelling is still. Small. Like, uve got 2 big animals both of which have a good amount of energy, cat is pretty high maintenance, and frankly theyre. Both big animals? So...Zane gets him a Japanese Spitz maybe? But not the same way as Jessa did. See he talks abt it w Gavyn first, and the first thing they do is get stuff prepared, but its still a present, and the reveal that Zanes been talking to a breeder, sort of thing etc. Also picked put japanese spitz bc they konda look like mini samoyeds. Obvs its gonna be different bc its a totally different breed lmao but Gavyn doesnt mind and he also appreciates the aesthetic of having 1 big white floff and a miniature floff, but not super miniature.

[spices-and-cherries]

SFW alphabet for Joe Bang

I’ve actually been working on this bad boy for a while now. Surprisingly, some of these were pretty hard to write and required some thinking...

I did not reference race, gender, sexuality, or physical appearance. If I missed something, please let me know so I can change it!

Warning: mention of explosives and sex

A= Affectionate (How affectionate are they?)

He’s super affectionate all the time with you. He calls you ‘baby doll’ or ‘sweet thang’. He’s a believer in PDA and always has an arm around you (it’s probably more of a possessive thing than anything else).

B= Beginning (How would the relationship start?)

You’d kinda already be dating before either one of you asks the question. You were introduced by a mutual and hit it off - before you knew it you were going on car rides in the middle of the night or drinking together at Duck Tape. No matter what, though, if someone asks, Joe will tell them it was love at first sight.

C= Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Joe really loves his cuddles on the couch. He enjoys having you either laying on top of him or snuggled into his side while watching TV. He also doesn’t care if he’s the little spoon.

He doesn’t really care if there are other people around either. Joe will just pull you down with him or tug you closer mid-conversation.

D= Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He does his fair share of the work without complaining. He comes from a big enough family, so cleaning and cooking comes naturally to him. That being said, his cooking does leave much to be desired seeing as hard-boiling eggs is his only forte... 

At the beginning of your relationship, you kept sleeping over at each other’s places so it was the obvious decision to move in with him. You help with yardwork and maintenance.

E= Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He doesn’t seem like the type to end things unless its really bad or if there’s no way around it (like you got a job far away). In all honesty, you’d probably leave him.

F = Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

It would take a while - you’d have to be together for almost a decade before he even thinks about it. Either way, he likes things the way they are and doesn’t feel the need to hurry anything up. It kinda already feels like you’re already married. 

G= Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Joe, to put it kindly, is rough around the edges. He’s soft and careful one moment and acting tough the next. That being said, he knows his own strength and always makes sure that he doesn’t accidentally hurt you. He may act nonchalant about it, but everyone can tell he treats you differently than everyone else. 

In terms of emotions, he’s not the one you want to go to for a heart to heart. That’s not to say he can’t have one, it’s just that he doesn’t like it when conversations get too serious.

H= Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He’s a one-armed hug kind of guy, especially in public. He’s not much of a hugger. 

Joe also really, really loves it when you hug him from behind - his face lights up and he smiles when you poke your head from under his arm. 

I= I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?) 

A few months - a year at the most - will go by before he says anything. When he does say it, it’ll be out of the blue. You’ll probably be out on his porch drinking beer and talking. Joe would just pause and turn to you as he says it. It might also be while you’re causing some mischief or doing something wild. 

Joe shows his love through action and presumes you already know.

J= Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Joe gets jealous very easily. If the two of you are out and he sees someone getting a little too close to you, he’ll come up from behind with his arm around your waist or back. He’ll either divert your attention to him by whispering some nonsensical jokes in your ear to make you giggle or tell you that something’s happening and you should come with. Near the beginning of your relationship, Joe might’ve been quick to try and show off (if it worked, you’d never tell).

K= Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Joe is an all or nothing kind of guy. If you try to be cute by kissing him on the cheek, he’ll pull you to him and tell you that you hit the wrong target. That being said, he really loves it when you kiss him on the cheek - there’s just something about it that makes him feel fuzzy inside. 

L= Little ones (How are they around children?)

Kids love him, but their parents don’t. Since he’s on the same wavelength as a five-year old, it’s easy for him to connect with children. The problem is, leave them alone for half a minute and he’s trying to teach them how to light a match or make a molotov. All that being said, he doesn’t want his own kids. They’re too much of a hassle and he doesn’t think he could ever settle down like that.

M= Mornings (How are mornings spent with them?)

Cuddles and sex.

N= Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Cuddles and sex.

O= Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He’s super open about somethings and super not about others. His family, for example, is something that he’s fine talking about and does it often. But any trauma or bad memories are things he doesn’t want to dwell on.

The first time that you did have a long heart-to-heart was on the porch of Duck Tape while drinking. The two of you were just leaning against the railing, looking at the stars, talking about this and that. Something about the air that night made it feel as though that you were the only ones in the world, so he was a lot more open than usual. 

P= Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Unless he’s in a hurry for whatever reason or just got up on the wrong side of the bed, he’s pretty chill. When he does get annoyed, he tries hard to not direct it at you, but that doesn’t always work out. That being said, you almost never fight. You’ve built up a steady rhythm and have learned how to spot the tells when one of you is not doing too good.

If he drops something or is tired, I would not suggest helping him out. He’s just fine and what ever it is, it’s nothing a few curse words can’t fix.

Q= Quizzes (Who much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

His memory is surprisingly good. It’s not the best (selective even), but not ban considering. He doesn’t remember every little thing by a long shot, but he does pay attention.

R= Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

When you took him to a tattoo parlor to get matching tattoos as a surprise or when the two of you went on an impromptu road-trip and got lost.

S= Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Joe is super protective, especially at the beginning of your relationship. As a big brother and being slightly stronger than the average man, he feels somewhat responsible for your safety. He can get aggressive if he needs to, but he tries not to, especially when you’re around. That doesn’t always work of course and you might have to keep some band-aids in the glove compartment...

Your presence alone is all he needs. As long as he knows that he can fall back into your arms, he’s fine. You don’t have to do anything - in fact just setting his eyes on you has helped him more times than you realize.

T= Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

When it comes to gift giving, he’s not very good. Like at all. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t try, but let’s just say that his brothers should be the last people he needs to go to for brainstorming... 

U= Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Those damn eggs. Also, he thinks it’s funny when he tries to kiss you while he’s all sweaty from working out.

V= Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks? Do your looks bother them?)

He’s pretty confident in his looks and definitely thinks that his tattoos make him look sexy. 

Joe loves it when you dress up for him - it makes him feel special. Besides that, though, he thinks that you can wear whatever you want to. 

W= Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He might not at first, but that changes pretty quickly once he realizes that you’re already pulling out of the driveway. Even if you’re gone for one night, please call him. He’ll be eying his phone all day.

X= Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He’s both spontaneous and not. Joe likes doing things for the sake of doing things, but if you’re planning on doing something, he likes to make sure that there’s an agenda. It can be super short, sweet and simple, he just needs to know that everyone’s on the right page. You don’t even need to tell him what it is half the time, just that it exists.

Y= Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He likes people who are smart and have personality. Joe doesn’t really understand why anyone would want to change themselves for others. 

He also doesn’t appreciate having his food taken...

Z= Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs? Does it change around a partner?)

He snores pretty loud and has a bad tendency to steal the blankets. Besides that, he doesn’t move around a lot and sleeps like a log.

Please send me any and all constructive feedback as well as requests! I love seeing your comments as well! Side note, I just started watching Hotel Splendide with Daniel Craig and Toni Collette. It’s good but I don’t think Craig and yoga do well together... Anyway, I hope you enjoyed reading this and, as always, see you in the next one!

- Simpy

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Kirishima Eijirou - Alphabet HC’s

a/n: jo was talking so much about kiri I caved and did him today... enjoy you lovely hoes

A = Affection (How affectionate are they with an s/o?)

Kiri is a soft man who enjoys being affectionate with you. He’s a big hand holder, he loves having his arm thrown over your shoulders, his hand on your waist. Kiri is the type of boyfriend if you’re not walking and just waiting around his arms will wrap around your waist and his head will bury into your neck.

B = Breath (What could their s/o do to take their breath away?)

Taking kirishima’s breath away is actually fairly easy. Waiting for him at home with dinner and a good movie rolling makes kiri forget how to breath as he cries before jumping onto the couch to join you.

C = Cuddling (Do they cuddle? If they do, how and when do they cuddle?)

Kiri is a manly man; it is known by all! So you can bet your ass that he’s into cuddling. His favorite positions are one of two things: you laying on top of him, head on his chest, fingers grazing his torso and his hands trailing your body. That or him being the little spoon as it’s comforting and makes him feel safe. 

D = Dream (What do they dream of doing with their s/o?)

Kiri’s biggest dream is accomplishing everything you want to do in life with him. Like if you have a bucket list, he is all for it!!! He will do anything and everything in his power to get you to accomplish every single goal.

E = Effort (How much effort do they put into a relationship?)

Kirishima fucking Eijirou puts in so much damn effort into the relationship??? He has every little special date for the two of you memorized, little tokens from your dates??? He spoils you rotten and does it with a large grin and a peppering kiss to your lips as he says its the manliest thing he can accomplish for you.

F = Fear (What do they do if their s/o is scared? How do they handle it?)

Kirishima becomes a sort of your therapist when you’re scared. He will listen to all your worries and concerns, your fears and hardships. He’ll give you his shirt/sweatshirt/bandana to wear as he prepares your favorite drink. He’ll give you reasons to stop being scared because he’s there for you and will help you with every single fear.

G = Gifts (What type of gifts do they give their s/o? Do they want a gift in return?)

He definitely gives you the gifts that make you cry. They’re sentimental and typically homemade. They’re never super pretty, unless he gets mina to help him out, but they are always award-winning in your eyes. You treasure each gift he gives you with your entire heart. Kirishima also never expects a gift back from you. In fact, it makes him almost jittery when you return his affections, his face will always go as red as his hair. 

H = Hugs (Do they hug their s/o? How often?)

KIRISHIMA IS A HUGGER!!!!! HE HUGS YOU SO GODDAMN MUCH!!! He will come home and run in and pick you up into a spinning hug as he peppers your face with kisses. 

He LOVES giving you back hugs, and placing his chin onto your head as you two cook at home. He just feels so in love when he holds your soft body against his.

I = Intimacy (How romantic are they? Do they have problems with intimacy?)

He’s so romantic is almost disgusting. Literally none of his friends like hearing him gush about you because it makes them annoyed because why is he so goddamn in love?? And because they’re jealous of your relationship. He doesn’t have problems with intimacy, and the only time he would have issues is if his confidence ever dropped!

J = Jealous (Do they get jealous? How do they act when jealous?)

JE A LO US KIRISHIMA?!?!?!?!?! Wooooo boy. 

One day you’re waiting for him in a booth at a cafe you two frequent because you both love the pastries there, and he’s gone to the restroom. A man takes the opposite side of the booth, or kirishima’s spot while grinning. He’s flirting with you despite your obviousness of not being interested as your eyes search for your redheaded boyfriend. The strangers hand comes out to reach yours and it’s smacked away by kirishima who returns. His eyebrow is raised as he slips into your side of the booth, his eyes angry as he stares as the stranger. All while maintaining eye contact with the stranger he’ll kiss you and very obviously slip his tongue into your mouth as your eyes fly open. The stranger leaves pretty quickly and kirishima will mutter about how unmanly assholes like him are.

K = Kiss (Are they a good kisser? Do they like to kiss? How often do they try to kiss you?)

Kirishima is such an enthusiastic kisser, his hands cupping your cheeks as he pulls you close. His soft and warm lips make your mind go blank, always. He is an amazing kisser and could spend the rest of his life kissing you if he could!!!! Kirishima will kiss you as often as he can!!!!

L = Love (When do they say they love you? How often do they say it? Do they prefer to say or show it?)

Kirishima says it by accident one day. He has this big old elaborate plan that involves a hike with you as he professes his love for you. But one night after an amazing night and he drops you off at your then apartment he’ll press a gentle kiss to your lips and tells you softly, “goodnight, y/n… i love you, sweet dreams.” and he leaves you like that until he’s nearly out of the building and realizes what he said before running back to see you still frozen in your doorway. 

HE THEN WILL SAY IT EVERY SINGLE DAY AT ANY OPPORTUNITY!!!!!! HE WILL SAY IT AND SHOW IT!!!! HE IS A MAN OF MANY TALENTS.

M = Marriage (Do they want to get married? If so, what kind of ceremony?)

Is this even a question??? Are you kidding??? 

Kirishima would marry you basically every day after you agreed to marry him!!! The ceremony would begin as a very small and intimate thing, but the two of you end up inviting the entire countries population by accident.

N = Night out (What type of dates do they like to go on? How often do they like to go on them?)

Kirishima is a strolling out at night sort of guy. As a pro-hero he definitely knows the streets to take and to avoid! 

He is a boyfriend who does fancy restaurants, bowling dates, to nights at home. He will give you dates straight out of a storybook if he can!!!

O = Out of the Ordinary (What’s something they don’t normally do with/for their s/o?)

He doesn’t like letting you visit him when he’s on patrol because he’s always afraid you’ll be hurt! Like visit him all you want in his office, he loves having office dates, but he gets sort of anxious when you visit him on the field, not that he can’t protect you, but it’s too antsy for him.

P = Playful (Are they playful in a relationship? If so, how do they play around/mess with their s/o?)

Kirishima is a very playful person in your relationship. Like a sweet playful! 

Tickle fights and baking wars! 

He’ll dump an entire bowl of flour on you to sabotage you, and you’ll crack the entire carton of eggs on him (which always ends disastrously because he’ll use his quirk and the eggs go f l y i n g everywhere in their messy state).

Q = Questions (Do they ask their s/o their opinion on things? Do they share theirs?)

Kirishima wants your opinion on everything! Hell, his friends are so damn opinionated all the damn time that he sort of expects you to have an opinion as well! He values your thoughts and doesn’t want you to feel as if you don’t have a say in the relationship or things that involve you (even if they don’t he wants to hear it). And he will always give his honest opinion on things because you deserve to know his thoughts as well!!!!

R = Random (How spontaneous is their relationship? Do they do things on the spot or plan ahead?)

He’s not a spontaneous person per se, he does love enjoying planning things out because demanding schedules are a thing! But he’s never predictable!!! If he can be spontaneous he’ll definitely do something at 4 a.m. with you!!!

S = Sleep (How do they sleep with their s/o?)

Kirishima sleeps with you coddled into his body!!! He loves having you within his arms when he sleeps!!!! But he does feel bad if he wakes you up in the morning because most times you both will wake up with limbs tangled together.

T = Trust (How much do they trust their s/o?)

Kirishima literally doesn’t trust anyone more than you!!!! He would give his life for you, he would put his life in your hands any day because he knows that you value and will go to the end of the world and back for him. Plus your his little baby, of course he trusts you.

U = Unique (What makes them unique as an s/o?)

The fact that he calls you ‘manly,’ ngl the first time he said it your jaw dropped and you were speechless. But it’s one of his many endearing quirks and you love him so much for it and would never change a thing about it. 

Plus, you two are workout couple goals even if you don’t really work out for him, you’re his… motivation ;)

V = Vulnerable (How long until they can be vulnerable around their s/o? What are they like in this state?)

Kirishima is definitely the kind of boyfriend who is very vulnerable with you and has no issue portraying such vulgar emotions and as long as you have the time and energy to deal with it it can happen even before the two of you begin dating! 

In this state, kirishima truly breaks your heart. His shoulders are saggy, tears fill his eyes, and his smile is so weak and broken. He tries to pretend he’s okay bUT HE’S NOT!!!

W = Wild Card (Get a random domestic headcanon of the character of your choice)

Kirishima has built you a treehouse using nothing but his quirk before. It is the most hideous thing you’ve ever seen before in your life, and it barely was able to hold the both of you in there, but it was the sweetest and most funny thing he’s ever done and you leapt into his arms when he told you about it. 

also he really loves seeing you wearing his bandana

Also… he has dyed his hair back to his original color for you/ a reminder of who he once was and he cried when you told him you loved him either way (he lets his natural hair color come back every so often just for you)

X = X-Ray (What would they do if their s/o got injured?)

Kirishima becomes the best nurse in the entire country. Will even wear a sexy nurse outfit (yes, the female kind) to make you smile because you deserve to get some smiles and endorphins pumping into your veins again. He’s a caretaker to you, and you will feel his blinding sunshine energy at full force.

Y = Yuck (Do they have any pet peeves about their s/o? Are there any habits that might bother their s/o?)

Kirishima’s only annoyance is if you use his things and don’t put them back where they belong! And there’s nothing that annoys kirishima unless you refuse to believe in his loving words for you.

Z = Zeal (Are they passionate as an s/o? Do they want or like passion?)

KIRISHIMA IS A PASSIONATE BOY AND LOVES WHEN YOU GIVE HIM THE SAME LEVEL OF PASSION BACK!!!! Even if you don’t that’s okay, he’ll love you the same regardless.

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A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Kirishima is the boyfriend who will carry you to the bathroom and shower you off. He wants you to feel relaxed and clean and thinks that wiping you down isn’t enough. Unless you like laying in it, he’s gonna shower you.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Kirishima’s favorite body part on himself is his entire body, not even going to lie. He worked damn hard to be where he is now! Even if it didn’t start off for him to be a pussy magnet, but he just loves when you worship his body. 

On you??? Kirishima is a tits and ass man. He can’t choose!!! He just loves how your warm flesh feels in his hands as you’re making out and they’re both just so soft he can’t decide.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Kirishima’s cum is among the best come you’ve ever had to swallow. It is, however, sticker than most and he loves to see it sit in your mouth and watch as you swallow and reopen to show him that you did, in fact, swallow it. 

Also loves to come on your tits.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Kirishima really wants to try cuckolding with you one day, but has no idea how to bring it up. He’s also worried about becoming super jealous, but he thinks it’s kinda fucking hot if he watched you getting fucked by someone else and then coming in to finish you off the way you deserve to be fucked.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s not an experienced baby at all!!!! Not a single detail in his brain about it, but he’s so eager and ready to learn that it makes up for it and it hardly seemed like he didn’t know what he was doing.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Anything that shows off his strength. Against the wall, having you against a desk, loves seeing you ride his dick, and the pretzel dip because he can see both tits and ass.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Kirishima is a pretty serious guy in bed, but in a light hearted way??? Like its not so serious that you feel like you’re trying to film a porno, but not lighthearted enough to discuss how the show the two of you watch together was amazing this week.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

His pubes are still the color of his natural hair and you think its kinda fucking hot. The first time you had sex it was a bush, but right afterwards he asks you how you prefer it and will groom accordingly. 

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

Kirishima is the type that seems so fucking lovey dovey in bed. His voice encouraging you, praising you, moaning about how much he fucking loves you and your body… but then he’ll let it slip that daddy’s little whore takes his cock so well and the romance kinda dies… lol 

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Used to masturbate quite a lot before he got with you, and even now he’ll do it if he can’t fuck you instead. But he stole a pair of your panties that he destroyed the matching bra with and kinda really fucking loves to drag it along his length as he fists himself hard and fast.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Hes a dom. Loves degradation a lot more than he should. Pull his hair. Worship his muscles, loves cockwarming, loves when you titfuck him, and knifeplay on him. Did I mention that he is also into pegging????

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Favorite location to fuck you is most definitely in a bedroom. Typically when you’re in the bedroom you can be sooo much kinkier and he can’t fucking help but love going many rounds with you which can’t happen as easily elsewhere.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Seeing you crawling towards him when you’re on the bed. Your bottom tucked between your teeth as you look at him through your eyelashes. Your voice almost a whimper as you beg for him to fuck you.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

HE WILL NOT HURT YOU IN AN AGGRESSIVE FASHION. HE’LL SPANK YOU BUT THAT IS IT!!!! IT IS NOT MANLY FOR HIM TO HURT YOU EVEN IF YOU’RE SUPER INTO BEING SLAPPED!!!!!!!!!

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Kirishima wants to eat you the fuck out. Your pussy is his meal for the entire year and he’s not even fucking mad about it. But god does he love seeing your bruised lips around his length as you give him a blow job. Honestly either way is a win-win and you both will probably end up doing oral on each other over the course of the night.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Kirishima wishes he was a slow and sensual partner because giving you slow and spine chilling sex is his dream… but he just sees your panting, quivering, and come soaked mess that you are and all control is out the window as he fucks you mercilessly. The number of times you’ve dented the wall or broken headboards is too many.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Kirishima prefers proper rolling around in the sheets type of sex, but he really really fucking loves quickies in the hero office. Whether that be you sucking him off under the desk in a meeting, or actually fucking you without knowing when the next person is going to waltx into his office… he loves it.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Kirishima experiments with everything you want. He knows what he likes pretty quickly because he’s seen porn and stuff, but he’s willing to try everything with you. Even roleplaying those red daddy riot self insert fics the two of you happen upon.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Kirishima can last so. Fucking. Long. I’m talking like seven rounds because as soon as you think it’s done and that he can’t do it anymore suddenly he’s back at 10 and is like “i’m ready to go again if you are” and your cunt may be bruised at this point but you look down at his dick and go “okay!”

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Doesn’t own toys before you, but the two of you definitely buy them together!! Now you two have a collection!!! They’re used often enough, if not every time you fuck, and they’re used interchangeably on the both of you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Kirishima can be the biggest fucking tease on the planet, the tip of his cock lining your entrance as you beg for him to enter you, his hands on your hips preventing you from penetrating yourself. Theres a small sadist in him that loves seeing your burning cheeks and tearing up eyes as you are so desperate for his cock.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

KIRI IS A VOCAL LOVER. KIRI IS A VOCAL LOVER!!! HE MOANS, GROANS, GRUNTS, YELLS, AND EVERYTHING!!! COMMUNICATION IS KEY AND NOISES ARE COMMUNICATING.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

If kirishima had one talent in the entire world, it would be getting you to squirt. 

He always seems to fucking manage to do it without even trying. He’ll grin as he gets you to squirt just by fingering you and will suck his fingers clean while his chest swells with pride as he’s ready to get you to squirt one more time but around his cock.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Kirishima has a thick as hell cock, like im talking “b-babe, that’s not gonna fucking fIT--!” kinda dick. Its seven inches hard, and has four thick veins trailing across the front of his length. It has a slight tilt towards the right too.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Kiri is always horny for you, even if neither one of you really know it. He just really, really, fucking is turned on by you. He really never had a high sex drive until meeting you either, so congrats.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Does not and will not fall asleep until you’re tucked into bed and fast asleep. He really likes watching you sleep and the soft snores you give after a rough night of fucking is his favorite thing.

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SFW Alphabet - Aizawa Shota

A: Affection (How affectionate are they with a s/o?)

Shota is surprisingly affectionate. He loves nuzzling into your neck, wrapping his arms around your waist and overall just being close to you. He’s much more affectionate with you behind closed doors, in the public, he’ll interlace his hand with yours or press a hand to your lower back.

B: Breath (What could their s/o do to take their breath away?)

He’s always sore and has knots in his backs due to his sleeping positions so when you rub lotion onto his back and give him a message, he’ll absolutely melt. His breath will hitch and he’ll remain still that you’re pretty sure he fell asleep until he opens his arms for you to join him in bed.

C: Cuddling (Do they cuddle? If they do, how and when do they cuddle?)

He absolutely loves cuddling you until you both fall asleep or until you two need to part ways. He loves the feeling of your weight and heat against him and how you’ll often play with his hands or with his hair depending on the position. He cuddles quite often, mostly during the night, sometimes letting go or rolling over when it gets too hot.

D: Dream (What do they dream of doing with their s/o?)

He would love to just wake up late with you, limbs entangled underneath blankets, eyes heavy with sleep and body light. No worries about the impending doom, his class getting hurt or anything like that- just a nice easy morning where you two get to wake up late and eat breakfast in your pajamas.

E: Effort (How much effort do they put into a relationship?)

He puts effort into the relationship. He has a busy schedule and often times can’t make it to special dates with you, but he will show he cares by sending you flowers or ordering food for you. If you’re unable to do chores around the house due to you being too tired or busy, he’ll clean around the house and then take his nap.

F: Fear (What do they do if their s/o is scared? How do they handle it?)

He will wrap his arms around you as if he’s trying to shield you from whatever danger is affecting you. He’ll do his best to calm you down, to make you listen to his voice and just focus on him.

G: Gifts (What type of gifts do they give their s/o? Do they want a gift in return?)

His gifts aren’t the trendiest. He often gifts you articles of clothing which are bright in colors and clash with the other things he has given to you prior. You have a slight suspicion he does this on purpose when he gives you a wide grin and raises his thin brows. Other times you suspect these really are gifts he’s giving to you when he gifts Eri similar looking clothes to yours. He doesn’t expect a gift in return but he’s always pleasantly surprised when you gift him something for sleep.

H: Hugs (Do they hug their s/o? How often?)

He hugs you quite often when in private. He’ll hug you from behind, with his chin resting on your shoulder or burying his head into the curve of your neck. He loves feeling your warmth and it always makes him feel a sense of pride when you lean into his touch and holding onto his hands.

I: Intimacy (How romantic are they? Do they have problems with intimacy?)

He has his moments of being romantic. He has no problem with being romantic or with intimacy but due to his line of work, he doesn’t have too much time to woo you. He’ll often send you things during important dates if he can’t make dinner in time.

J: Jealous (Do they get jealous? How do they act when jealous?)

Shota rarely gets jealous. He trusts you and knows you won’t entertain the idea of someone else flirting with you. However,, if someone doesn’t get the hint, he’ll wrap his arm around you and give off a rather unsettling grin to the person who can’t take a hint.

K: Kiss (Are they a good kisser? Do they like to kiss? How often do they try to kiss you?)

He is a wonderful kisser. His kisses are lazy, and they drag against your lips or skin. If it’s a rather heavy make out session, he’s sloppy and pressing kisses against all areas of visible skin leaving you with wet marks. He always tries to kiss you early in the morning, not minding the morning breath and just wanting to be near you when he wakes up.

L: Love (When do they say they love you? How often do they say it? Do they prefer to say or show it?)

He loves you so much but his actions will always speak louder than his words, he would rather show you than tell you. He knows that often times, words are always nice to hear but he enjoys the expression on your face when he gets you something that you’ve mentioned you wanted in passing.

M: Marriage (Do they want to get married? If so, what kind of ceremony?)

He’s indifferent to marriage. If he loves you, he loves you. If you would like to have one, he would prefer to have a small ceremony with close friends and family, no media attention and something that would actually go under the radar if possible.

N: Night Out (What type of dates do they like to go on? How often do they like to go on them?)

Date nights are often done in the comfort of your own home- being with him usually entails of being low-key and not wanting to be in the public light. Normal nights are done with a home cooked meal with the help of the family accompanied by movies or a television show. Important date nights are usually out in restaurants and depending on the significance of the date, are how high end the restaurant will be.

O: Out of the Ordinary (What’s something they don’t normally do with/for their s/o?)

Being a hero is hard work. He’s seen his own fair share of hell at a young age and has dealt with loss. After taking in Eri, he’s more aware of the horrors that reality has and he can’t bear to share with you his own traumas when you reacted so negatively to Eri’s. He’s a hero, he’s your hero and he can’t allow himself to break in front of you.

P: Playful (Are they playful in a relationship? If so, how do they play around/mess with their s/o?)

He loves to mess with you. He’ll tickle your sides or sit on your legs, he’s cheeky and will just flop on top of you. He loves to kind of spook you or fake sleeping if you call him for something.

Q: Questions (Do they ask their s/o their opinion on things? Do they share theirs?)

He won’t really ask for your opinion on something unless for whatever reason you guys are wearing similar matching outfits. He doesn’t really share his opinions unless asked and he’s still going to comment that you look good in any-and-everything.

R: Random (How spontaneous is their relationship? Do they do things on the spot or plan ahead?)

He isn’t really spontaneous in the relationship. Everything done in the relationship is plan ahead, he likes to know what you two are going to do for the day so he can prepare the day and the activities.

S: Sleep (How do they sleep with their s/o?)

You two are intertwined when sleeping. He likes to nuzzle into you and wrap his body around you. Depending on how hot the nights are, he’ll detach himself from you once you’ve fallen asleep and will sleep on his side of the bed but his hands are still holding onto yours or he’s facing you so you’ll be the last thing he sees before he sleeps.

T: Trust (How much do they trust their s/o?)

Shota trusts you quite a bit. He won’t tell you about his trauma but that’s because he doesn’t want to burden you. Other than that, he will place his entire trust in you. He loves you and his love will include a large amount of trust in you. He has Eri in his life; he needs trust to have trust in you in order to have Eri around you.

U: Unique (What makes them unique as an s/o?)

He has a certain personality and looks to him that doesn’t make him as appealing or easy to approach in random and because of that, people don’t necessarily flock towards him so when he has you, he’s a devoted lover. He will remain faith to you until you push him away. If he is serious about you, he’s not going to leave you.

V: Vulnerable (How long until they can be vulnerable around their s/o? What are they like in this state?)

It’ a very long time until he can be vulnerable around you. Once he confides in you about some of his trauma or a rough day, he’s clingy and a lot more withdrawn. He’s holding onto you and will have his eyes closed as you massage his head.

W: Wild Card (Random headcanon)

He’s very cat like. He has his bursts of wanting affection so when he has one of his spells, he’s just going to flop on top of you and rest his head on your lap. He’ll bother you and rest on top of you until you entangle your fingers in his hair. He’s going to nuzzle into your neck and you can feel the smile he has when you shift and try to push him off.

X: X-Ray (What would they do if their s/o got injured?)

He’s not letting you out of his sight. He is going to be near you at all possible times and if he can, keep tabs on you until you’re healed. He’s not one to linger too long until you’ve been healed but he’s a bit more nervous afterwards- making sure you’re okay, texts every hour where he waits patiently for your answer, a bit more doting on you.

Y: Yuck (Do they have any pet peeves about their s/o? Are there any habits that might bother their s/o?)

He remains a bit secretive about his hero and work life, so because of that, you don’t really know much and will often try to pry. You want to respect his privacy but you don’t want him to hold the entire burden. You pry too much and he’s much too secretive about his work life.

Z: Zeal (Are they passionate as a s/o? Do they want or like passion?)

Despite not being overtly affectionate, he is passionate. He loves being near you and holding you tight, running his hands down your body and pressing you close to him. While his passion comes in bursts, he would like a somewhat passionate significant other; it’s more of a want than a need.

[sputtersparky-tm]

Here’s the fanfic I wrote yesterday...

  Sorry it took me a bit to post this, my girlfriend came over and then we got distracted with videogames... and... then I ran out of energy to edit this puppy...

So without further ado, a late Valentine’s gift to all you lovely people who follow me out there...

A Blooming Romance [A Liquidator x Bushroot Fanfiction]

(Transferred from my Wattpad Drafts)

 The rain trickled over the glass making up the greenhouse. Spike laid dormant by his owner and best friend he so loyally stayed by through thick and thin. Sighing as he lifted a leaf of his rose bush, Bushroot sat limply over the delicate plant. Spike tilted his head, approaching Bushroot as he sulked over the rosy reds growing so beautifully.

  Nudging his arm, Spike wriggled himself into Bushroot's space. With a lick over his cheek, Bushroot's sullen look of shame evaporated into a soft smile. "Oh Spike, at least I have you through it all."

  Spike nodded as he knocked Bushroot onto his back with a pounce. "AH!" He yelped being flung backwards. Succumbing to his friend's demands, he lifted his leafy hands to pet Spike's head.

  "Feeling lonely? Only have your pet as a companion in life? Wanna have some wet, wild fun with your watery wonder of a partner in crime?" The gurgled voice of the well known water dog startled Bushroot from his moment with Spike.

  Leaning his head back to look where the voice came from. "Oh! It's you! W-W-What are you doing here? Is Negaduck doing a heist today?" Bushroot became excited at the hope of being distracted from the dreary day.

  "As vile and hateful as he is, I'm sorry to say I haven't heard anything from Negaduck all day. It seems this Valentine's Day shall go without the evil escapades of the five of us." Liquidator shook his head and pretended to brush dirt off his arm. As he approached his leafy green friend, Bushroot had gotten onto his feet.

  "Darn it... Well then that brings me back to my original question!" Bushroot furrowed his brows.

  "Hm, well my company's Valentine's special sales are skyrocketing, and I figured I would have something to do today, but it seems all I have is just my money and my shallow company to keep me company." Liquidator started off bragging. His expression saddened a little as he saw Bushroot's bemusement. "And, it seems sometimes even a million dollar company isn't enough to satisfy the humble heart of this hound dog." He splashed his hands to his chest as he gestured.

  Bushroot scoffed. "Oh, so I suppose you want my help kidnapping some sad sap so you can have a little fun today?" He knew it was close to improbable that he would really have any fun of his own today.

  "Hey now! I may be clever and villainous but that doesn't mean I don't believe in consent! After all, I am very prideful of my position on the top of the Capitalist lifestyle. And what more is Capitalism than even the poorest of the poor being able to choose as little as what water they drink?" Liquidator defended himself.

  "T-That's n-not exactly corre-"

  "SO! What do you say, my dear partner in crime? Would you like to join me for a night on the town? The evening may be young but there's nothing wrong with starting our romantic outing early!"

  "Are you asking me out on a date with you?" Bushroot seemed appalled at first, he'd never been asked out by a man before, well there was that one time in college, but he already had his eyes set on a lovely young lady from the technologies field.

  "I think you owe me your answer first before I give you mine." Liquidator smirked deviously.

  "Uhhh..." Bushroot felt his heart skip a beat, his cheeks growing as red as the roses beside him. He hadn't thought in all his time of working alongside Liquidator that he'd ever be interested like this. At one point, he'd thought that there would maybe be something between them, after all they went so well together, it was almost fate that they'd both been mutated into their current forms! But Liquidator came off as such a square of a man, nothing more than the stereotypical heterosexual businessman who may even go so far to take bribes from all the worst people, worse than even the dreadful Dr. Slug!

  "Well?" Liquidator pulled Bushroot from his flustered silence.

  "S-Sure!" He blurted out, shaking from his nerves at the idea of being asked out by someone so confident. He immediately felt himself going down the slippery slope of his usual routine when it came to new people being in his life. He shook off the toxic temptations of growing dependent upon his date for the night. He didn't want to come off too strong. Taking a deep breath, he looked up to Liquidator.

  "So it's a date then! Shall we be on our way?" So smoothly as he normally did, he locked arms with his Bushy compatriot.

  "Oh, y-yes! Spike, please watch the house while we're out?"

  With a nod of confirmation, the two mutants were out in the rainy world.

_

  Darkwing Duck had gotten a call to a local restaurant about two very uniquely unmistakable villains hijacking a normal Valentine's Day dinner service.

  Having done his normal entrance, he now held his iconic gas gun pointed at Bushroot and Liquidator, who previously sat peacefully at a table. "Stay seated and surrender, or suck gas you sultry sickos!"

  "Oh, can't we just have one nice dinner without you bugging in? You're no better than a parasitic case of morning glories!" Bushroot rolled his eyes and slammed his hand to the table below him.

  "Lonely? Bitter? Why don't you mind your own business or face the wrath of the Liquidator!" The Liquidator announced as he began winding up to attack the cape-cladded duck.

  "Say, since we haven't ordered dinner yet, why don't we just make our own? Pan-Seared Duck, anybody?" Bushroot lifted the candle alongside the wooden roses that had been decoration at their table.

  "Wouldn't that hurt the roses though, Bushy?" Liquidator paused in concern.

  "No worries, these are nothing more than flammable fakes! Created from the mulched remains of long lost brethren. If anything, this is actually pretty poetic!" Bushroot explained as he set the bushel of roses alight.

  "Amazing." Liquidator said softly under his breath as he watched his date's face glowing from the flames.

  "Hey! You love sick losers, either surrender or risk being humiliated by the stunning strength of Darkwing Du-UCK!" Darkwing dropped to the floor, dodging the burning bouquet that had been chucked at his face.

  By this time, it was only the three of them in the restaurant, 1 v 2, Darkwing Duck was surely overpowered. He yelped as he was chased all around the restaurant, now struggling to get control of the situation. Just as he was about to get ahead of the game with a fire extinguisher and a sponge from the kitchen, all power went out inside of the building, leaving them in the darkness.

  Bushroot struggled to find his nearly crystal clear date, but his bewilderment didn't last long as he felt a cooling grasp wrap around his waste as he was carried out of the building, leaving the real loser behind.

  Stopping on top of an abandoned tower's rooftop, Liquidator put Bushroot down.

  They stared silently at the city-scape below for a moment before Bushroot broke the silence.

  "That was the most fun I've had while on a dinner date EVER!" He chuckled as he looked at his date.

  "Anytime you want a good time, all you have to do is call!" Liquidator smiled at Bushroot as he imitated holding a phone to his ear.

  "W-Why do you suppose the power went out back there?" Bushroot glanced over the blackened city scape. "It seems we weren't the only ones who dealt with a blackout..."

  "Hm, seems you're right, I wonder if Megavolt is going to town with one of his devices..."

  "Gross." Bushroot shook his head in disgust.

  "Says the one who went on a date with a man made of water." Liquidator nudged Bushroot lightly.

  "Hey! T-That's different, my date is actually a living being! Way better than any c-cold-hearted robotic piece of machinery that that cooky rat fawns over...!" Bushroot paused for a moment as he thought to himself.

  "Uh-huh." Liquidator began humming in disbelieving agreeance as Bushroot went on.

  "He's super handsome, for one thing, really suave and intelligent, he also has a great personality, he knows when it's time to get serious and when it's time to have fun. He's also very slick and clever..." Bushroot's words faded as he looked to his date who nodded with a cocky smirk gliding over his muzzle. "What?" He asked nervously fidgeting with his hands.

  "Bushroot, I know how you can be with people, you're very clingy and you often care too much." Liquidator started.

  Bushroot slumped and began to feel his heart race as he felt his nerves go up. Had he come on too strong? His mind began to race with all the anxious thoughts that had not plagued him since his fling with Posey.

  "So I want you to know something. Don't worry about being overly clingy, because regardless, I'm committed to you just like I am to my business. I may seem cold and uncaring at times but just know that no matter what, you're the only one I want. I mean, I don't exactly believe in fate but think about it, we're perfect for each other. You're a plant, I'm living water, it's almost too much to accept us as simply a coincidence!" Liquidator went on.

  Bushroot's heart was toyed with as one minute it was racing from him being nervous to him being romantically enthused. Liquidator stopped himself, turning to Bushroot he reached out his paw and to hold Bushroot's leafy green hand.

  "All this to say, I know it's too soon to say it but-"

  "I love you." Bushroot cut him off.

  "Hey! I was gonna say that!" Liquidator snapped back playfully.

  "T-Too bad! I-I-I said it first!" Bushroot smiled meekly, hoping to not mess anything up.

  "Hm, seems I'll have to take another first in retaliation, huh?" Liquidator cocked an eyebrow at Bushroot as he thought to himself.

  "O-Oh? And what first would that be?" Bushroot's demeanor changed to being more submissive as he prepared for the worst.

  "Oh nothing, but after all that action, wouldn't you like to lie down and rest?" Liquidator suggested.

  "O-On this floor!? Oh I-"

  "Bushroot, you sleep on literal dirt, I don't think this is very different, but here..." The Liquidator then shot up and power-blasted a clearing on the dirty roof just to appease his date.

  "Whoa... I-I-I guess a little rest wouldn't hurt... besides, knowing that egomaniac, Darkwing is probably out looking for us..." Bushroot slowly lowered himself on the clean patch. "I guess you could say in this case it's best to lay low for a while, huh?" Laughing nervously, he watched as the Liquidator shook his head at his pun.

  Laying next to Bushroot, the Liquidator took his date's hand. "May I have you answer a survey for me?" He asked, gazing over the stars above.

  "S-Sure! It won't hurt!" Bushroot smiled carelessly.

  "On a scale from 1 to 10, how would you rate this date?" He began.

  "Definitely a 10!" Bushroot nodded.

  "How would you rate your man of the night?" Liquidator went on.

  "Mmmm, that's a tricky one..." The Liquidator looked intrigued as Bushroot hummed in thought. "I'd say your rating scale hardly cuts it for my answer, but I suppose I'll settle on a mere 10!"

  The Liquidator smirked, if he was able to, he'd be blushing. "Oh, why thank you..." He responded, holding back a flattered chuckle. Clearing his throat he went on. "How- I mean-" He quickly pulled himself back together. "Would you go on another date with me?"

  "Oh, that's easy! Of course I would!" Bushroot beams.

  "Excellent, any final comments or questions before I conclude this survey?" Liquidator grinned.

  "Hmmm, well, next time we should totally show Darkwing what for! And also..." Bushroot looked away from the night sky above, clearer than it normally was without the light pollution. "Thank you."

  "What for?" Liquidator asked curiously.

  "Taking a chance on an old plant duck like myself... most wouldn't care to."

  "It was only a matter of time before I got the courage to ask you out." The water dog shrugged nonchalantly.

  Bushroot scoffed. "You? Needing courage?"

  As if on cue, Liquidator chimed. "It's more likely than you think!"

  "I don't believe it!" Bushroot rolled his eyes.

  "Better believe it!" The Liquidator rolled over and hovered his face over Bushroot's. Leaning in closer, the Liquidator stopped as his muzzle was about to meet Bushroot's bill. "Or should I get a scientist to back up my claims?" He said in a low voice.

  Bushroot's face went red as he became flustered. "I-I-I-I-I uh, um, well..." He sputtered, stuttered, and stammered until his bill was closed by a kiss. Bushroot's eyes widened in shock, before he relaxed and enjoyed the moment.

  Moving away from Bushroot's mouth, the Liquidator rolled off of him. "Now we're even."

 Bushroot sat up and stared at Liquidator with a shocked expression, beak agape in a struggle to find the words to say.

  "What do you say we take refuge at my place until the morning comes?" The Liquidator lifted Bushroot up onto his feet.

  "Oh! u-uh sure! Of course! Yeah! Uh, I mean... sure." Bushroot quickly cooled his excitement.

 "No time to waste! The night is still young so we ought to act fast!" Liquidator scooped Bushroot into his arms again and carried him back to his home far above the streets.

  "H-Hey look! The city has power again!" Bushroot pointed out as Liquidator made his way over the rooftops to his company's sky scraper.

  "Oh! It must have been our electrifying kiss that brought the city to life again!" Liquidator said slyly. Bushroot immediately cringed at the awful pun.

  "Don't start with electricity puns! That's Megavolt's thing." Bushroot shook his head.

  "Maybe so, but I do it right!" The Liquidator and Bushroot went back and forth well into the night, staying up far past midnight to just talk and joke and laugh in a new way never before done. A new love washing onto shore with the delicacy of a blooming rose.

[nbmudkip]

a guide to shiny pokémon in sword and shield: what they are, what’s new, and how to get them

hiya! i’m aster, aka lesbianmudkip, and i am a stream moderator for Dallas aka TheSupremeRk9s on youtube! since he’s been streaming his shiny hunting a lot lately, i’ve noticed there is a LOT of confusion and misinformation going around about shiny pokémon in pokémon sword and shield. i would like to help clear things up! this is my attempt at a comprehensive guide to shiny pokémon in sword and shield, for both amateurs and veteran hunters alike.

for new fans

what IS a shiny?

ever since the second generation of pokémon (Gold, Silver, and Crystal), there has been a special phenomenon in pokémon games called shiny pokémon. a shiny pokémon is an extremely rare version of a pokémon that is differently colored from normal members of the species and that sparkles when encountered or sent out into battle.

shiny pokémon don’t necessarily have any increased stats or heightened battle potential. they’re just colored neatly and sparkly! a lot of people like to play pokémon by shiny hunting, which is purposely searching out shiny pokémon to add to their team or collection. people love trying to defy the odds to get something beautiful and rare—VERY rare, in fact.

so what are the odds of finding a shiny pokémon?

unfortunately, the answer to this question can get rather complicated. this is because there are certain methods and conditions capable of increasing the possibility of encountering a shiny! but, to keep things simple, i’ll stick to just the basic, unaltered odds for this explanation. (i may make posts explaining each method in the future!)

in all games from gen 2 (G/S/C) through gen 5 (B/W/B2/W2), the odds of encountering a shiny pokémon in the wild are 1/8192. now, this doesn’t guarantee that you’d find a shiny after 8192 encounters—it’s simply the chance. some people find shiny pokémon in those games after 50 encounters, and some end up going to 50,000! it’s all up to luck.

in all games from gen 6 (X/Y) to the present (SW/SH), the odds of encountering a random shiny pokémon were increased to 1/4096, about double the previous odds. again, this does not guarantee a shiny within 4096 encounters, it is just the likelihood of any individual encounter being shiny!

like i mentioned earlier, there are a LOT of ways to increase the odds of encountering a shiny. listing all the different methods for all the different gens and all their different individual odds would make this post a lot longer than it needs to be, so i won’t be describing them on this post. i would, however, like to mention one especially notable thing: the shiny charm!

the shiny charm is unlike any other method of increasing shiny odds because—well, because it isn’t a method. the shiny charm is a key item obtainable in gens 5 (B/W/B2/W2) to the present (SW/SH). it is only obtainable after completely filling out the entire pokédex—that means catching every single pokémon obtainable in a specific region (game), including starters, version exclusives, and legendaries. it’s not an easy feat, but the reward is high. once the shiny charm is in your inventory, it triples the odds of encountering a shiny pokémon! for wild encounters in the gen 6 games and up, this changes the odds from 1/4096 to 1/1365. the effects of the shiny charm also stack with many methods, allowing you to boost your chances even further. (there are rumors that the shiny charm has an even greater effect in SW/SH than previous gens, but this is unconfirmed.)

SW/SH hunting: what’s new?

shiny hunting methods

in terms of methods in SW/SH, we honestly didn’t get much. however, there is one new method i should go over. the first of the two primary shiny hunting methods in SW/SH is pretty simple, and the only one doable for wild encounters—the number battled method/KO method.

the KO method relies on the number battled count in your pokédex for each pokémon. this counter increases by one every time you knock out or catch a certain species of pokémon. this includes knocking out pokémon owned by trainers. at certain intervals, the odds of encountering a shiny pokémon of that species are increased permanently. here is a table explaining the odds:

so, for example, if someone has knocked out or caught a total of 132 rookidee, and the counter in their pokédex for rookidee reads 132, then their odds of encountering a shiny rookidee are 1/1365. every time that player encounters a rookidee, instead of rolling the 1/4096 chance for a shiny one time, the game will roll it 3 separate times, making the chances 3/4096 or 1/1365.

the only other known method in SW/SH is the masuda method. this is basically the same as in all previous gens since gen 4—breeding a pokémon from one region with a pokémon from another region increases the odds of hatching a shiny pokémon to 1/683, making it 6x more likely. however, one minor change is that instead of needing two pokémon from different regions, one only needs to breed two pokémon from different language games. for example, a french pokémon and a german pokémon breeding will result in the masuda method taking effect. there are also rumors that masuda method breeding produces higher shiny odds than previous gens, but these are unconfirmed.

some confusion has arisen about methods in this game. specifically, many people believe there is a form of chaining for shiny pokémon in this game by knocking out the same species of pokémon consecutively without knocking out another pokémon or shutting off the game. however, the presence of chaining in SW/SH has been proven false. consecutively knocking out pokémon of the same species is more likely to make that species appear, but it has no effect whatsoever on the odds of a shiny. only the number battled in the dex affects shiny odds in SW/SH.

shiny sparkle animations

as some of you may know, SW/SH is unique in that there are two different types of sparkles that may come with a shiny pokémon.

here is a comparison of the two different types of sparkles—one comparison of pokémon being encountered in the wild/in a raid, and one of newly hatched pokémon. one is commonly referred to as squares, and the other as gold stars, or just stars. the question of what these sparkles mean has been much debated since the games were released, and a LOT of misinformation has been spread and reinforced. however, through the power of datamining, we have discovered what the difference actually is!

...unfortunately, the answer is a bit complicated. the reason for this is because the rarity of each type of sparkle is dependent on how the shiny pokémon was encountered.

for wild encounters: the square shaped sparkles are FAR more common than the stars. the stars, in fact, are astronomically rare—there are no videos (that i know of, as of the present date 11/25/19) of encountering a star shiny from a random wild encounter. for every shiny pokémon encountered in the wild, there is a 1/4032 chance that it will have the star sparkles. basically, on top of the 1/4096 chance if encountering a shiny pokémon, there is another 1/4032 roll to see if the shiny pokémon’s sparkles will be stars instead of squares. (this information is not 100% confirmed; however, it is widely agreed on among shiny hunters and seems most probable considering the data we have uncovered combined with the recorded shiny pokémon that have been encountered so far.)

for “special” encounters: the star shaped sparkles are more common, but not by nearly as much. for all special encounter shiny pokémon, there is a 15/16 chance that they will have the star sparkles, and a 1/16 chance that they will have the squares. so, the square sparkles are rarer for these encounters, but not nearly as rare as the star sparkles are in the wild. (for clarification: the games consider any encounter besides a regular wild pokémon to be a special encounter. this includes hatching eggs, raids/max raids, and static encounters like the impidimps on the mushrooms in glimwood tangle or the sizzlipedes in the fire-type gym.)

shiny locked pokémon

unfortunately, shiny locks are back in SW/SH and meaner than ever. for those new to shiny hunting, the term “shiny locked” refers to a pokémon that is programmed in a way that makes it impossible for that pokémon to be shiny. the following is a list of all shiny locked pokémon in SW/SH:

the starters (the grookey, scorbunny, or sobble you get at the beginning of the game as your first pokémon. however, you can get these shiny via breeding!)

all gift pokémon (all in-game trades and all pokémon received from a NPC, such as the toxel at the daycare and the charmander from Leon)

all legendary pokémon (zacian, zamazenta, and eternatus)

EDIT: all wild area pokémon that are too high level to catch are also shiny locked!

a notable exception to this rule is the fossil pokémon. while they appear to be gift pokémon because you receive the fossil items from NPCs, you resurrect them yourself, so technically they are not gift pokémon and thus are not shiny locked.

another notable exception, specifically to the last point: only the RANDOM wild area encounters that are too high level to catch are locked. static encounters that are too high level to catch are not locked!

final notes

that’s just about all the important info about shiny pokémon in SW/SH that i can think of! i’ll update it as information is released, and if anything needs clarification, shoot me an ask or leave a question in the replies. thanks for reading, and as always, good luck on your hunts!

[musedblues]

Born To Love You [Part: 3]

summary: When Gwilym ropes you into a lie, the truth becomes painfully obvious. When Joe makes things harder, there's no telling if he even has a clue.

a/n: Forgive me for taking a while! Life has been properly wild. And I was taking my time with this story anyway, I really want each chapter to be special...  So I hope you lot dig this one! All the feedback and love continues to overflow my little old heart! 💖

w/c: 6k

Part 4

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If you got to have it your way, you'd avoid going on set and gladly greet Gwilym every night and odd day off. But if Gwilym wouldn't take no for an answer, you did your best to hide out in his trailer, avoid suspicion and keep your fake husband happy all the same. But because Gwilym had made such fast friends of his co-stars, some invitations were unavoidable. When Ben called you both to join him and the others for lunch in some posh garden lodge, you slapped on a big grin and agreed.

The lodge was back behind a mess of trees, it's sign faded by the sun that shone down on the place like it was on display by the heavens. You followed behind Gwil on a gravel path. And before you could reach the steps that lead to the eatery, a voice called out from the opposite fork in the trail.

"Hey!" Ben's recognizable timbre echoed from behind a row of trees, as you whipped your head to see him waving from the bench of a weathered picnic table.

The rest of the cast had taken over a small jungle gym. Rami claimed the only swing, its rickety bubblegum poles threatening to uproot. Lucy and Joe were squealing on opposite ends of a seesaw. And when Joe noticed you and Gwilym had joined the picnic table across the way, he practically launched Lucy off of her end of the equipment in his hurry to come and greet you.

And there it was again; that look. The one Joe gave you when you met. The one that made your heart stir just thinking about it. If his gaze painted your daydrems, meeting his eyes in real time was spellbinding. This was why you stayed away. Because you couldn’t help but stare. 

Olive cackled in your arms as Lucy cursed Joe's name from the place she'd fallen in the mulch. All at once everyone passed around warm greetings, then hurried back to the play place, arguing over turns to help Olive down the slide like antsy siblings on the first day of recess.

"Alright, I invited you all here for the food! We can have fun later. I'm starving." Ben coxed, waving for everyone to follow him indoors at last. You had just beaten Rami at a rain worn hopscotch game painted on the path that led inside. He kept walking to follow Ben, and when you turned back, you spotted Joe lifting Olive up and pointing to a pair of sparrows settled on a branch near the play place.

The only thing that stopped you from melting into a puddle was catching Gwilym's eye. There was a smile behind his expression and a look in his gaze, a little like a warning, but more like a dare.

"Joe, I would ask if you want children one day but the answer seems pretty obvious." Lucy laughed on her saunter toward your side.

"You should really be asking Rami these kinds of questions, Lucy," Joe said, causing Gwilym to laugh hard. Lucy linked her arm with yours, leading you away from the scene and toward a steadier heartbeat, you hoped.

The lodge was made up of a couple of dozen miss-matched tables and chairs, occupied by a few other chilly looking patrons sipping warm drinks. There was even a small gift shop in the corner, where most of your crew scattered toward.

You followed Gwil to a cozy little table and left Olive in his lap while you took his order to the counter across the room. A sweet young girl with warm curls and the perfect smile was happy to hand you a couple of pastries and informed that someone would bring out the hot drinks you ordered. You thanked her and eased to rest across from Gwilym and your girl.

You mindlessly noshed on sweet blueberry bread when your drinks came but you failed to ignore when Joe flirted with the girl behind the pastry counter. Gwilym wasn't helping. He offered no distractions, or conversation as you listened in on Joe's sickening exchange with the girl who had just been as nice to you.

"A large vanilla frappe and a complimentary cinnamon muffin because you're so sweet." The freckle-faced girl giggled, repeating back his order with a special modification of her own.

Joe was genuinely thankful at the gesture, a treat from the universe. He lingered in front of the counter a little longer, but you had to block out the continued chat. Something like this seemed to happen every time you'd wound up near Joe.

You noticed when he got free muffins, favorite songs on the car radio, pennies on the sidewalk. He cradled these gifts and called them his own, because they were. And it was a precious sight to behold. You couldn't shake the wish splintered within you; that you might be one of those things he held onto so dearly.

"Hey!" Gwilym actually threw a raisin at you. It bounced from your brow onto the floor as you turned back in shock.

"Stop staring you look like a sad puppy," Gwilym warned through his teeth, holding Olive in his lap as she reached for the cup of tea he lifted to his lips.

You let out a sorry whine as a memory of your arrival at the top of this hill flashed across your mind. Joe's shimmering eyes locking onto yours while something electric buzzed through his glare. You slumped your head onto the marble tabletop and continued to pathetically groan like Tina from Bob's Burgers.

"Am I... interrupting something?" Joe's stupidly recognizable voice cut through your self-pity. You just lifted your head with a neutral smile.

He pulled up a seat from a mismatched table, setting his drink down. You reached for your own and leaned back, pretending to be preoccupied with your coffee. Joe cast a curious look to Gwilym who was sharing apple slices with his daughter.

"Must be nap time." Gwilym stretched a silly smile across his face looking to Joe.

"Ha ha." You mocked.

"You guys gotta try this muffin," Joe demanded.

You let out a hopeless chuckle while Gwilym shook his head at you with a sorry grin. It was such an unfunny, funny little predicament you found yourself in. Maybe laughing about it was good. Maybe you were getting through this...

"There's a bar upstairs!" Lucy chirped, skipping over to settle between Gwilym and Joe, bringing along a chair, it legs scraping on the hardwood. The other boys followed...

"And there's a band playing in an hour." The girl was making plans, casting big eyes to the boys who knew the question behind her statement. Lucy explained that Rami had already planned to sleep the rest of his weekend off and that she was desperate to have a little fun. Joe had plans with Ben, and Gwilym was exhausted, too. 

"I'll pay for our drinks and our ride back." Lucy turned her big sad eyes your way.

"You should stay! We can manage, just us two, done it before haven't we?" Gwilym spoke up, bouncing Olive in his lap. It was a sweet offer but the way he alluded to being on his own with Olive made your heart clench. It was almost like he wanted someone to find out you weren’t so often around each other. You noticed a look on Ben's face, pushed in brows at the sound of Gwilym's tone.

"Are you sure?" You asked, almost reminding him that you were supposed to be acting like you'd never spent a day without each other since your made up honeymoon.

"Yeah, of course," Gwyilm assured, softer now. And whatever worry had sprouted in you, was settled with the nod of Gwilym's head. You took note then of how he always knew just how to put you at ease, even if he hadn't realized he was the one who caused your apprehension.  

///

Upstairs was made up of fairy lights, a well stocked mini bar, a small stage where an old married couple sat strumming guitars, and very few audience members. And while you and Lucy did your best to clap after every song, you just wound up getting lost in conversation.

Lucy was on her third cocktail. You stuck to water after your second. And between drinks, you laughed over nothing in the way that made your heart ache with melancholy for the day moments like this were only memories.

When there was more ice in her drink than alcohol, Lucy started in on some monologue about life, and love, and Rami. She rambled about how she felt about him, and how she was sure he must have felt about her.

You had no doubt that they were close to perfect for each other. But Lucy headed into chattering about their first fight, and how petrified of losing him she was. How she wanted to shower Rami with love, but was afraid she wasn't good enough for the job.

"Did you feel that way with Gwil at first? How are things now, after so long together?" Lucy seemed to plead for her own clarity.

You let out a humorless chuckle. "Things with us have always been... complicated." You thought,  choosing your words carefully even in your happily buzzed state. Lucy kept her gaze zeroed in on you, waiting to hear more.

"Even now. We've never been better... or worse. All at once." You gave a shrug, and Lucy raised her brow in obvious surprise.

You and Gwil always talked about things before diving into them together. That changed when he missed the opportunity to take back his usually forgivable lie. But the talking stopped. Life with Gwyilm became uncomfortably familiar. You'd never shared so many wordless looks.

"Well, better is good, yeah?" Lucy gently suggested, more like she was hoping for herself.

"Yeah, I guess so." You decided, because that's all you could do. That seemed good enough for Lucy, as she sat up with a new speech in mind.

"I want the rest of this year, this time we all have together, to be nothing but fun." Lucy pointed, stringing her words a little closer together than anyone with a clearer head might have. The pretty girl rambled about how her sister was opening a gallery the first of the new year, and how she was inviting you and Gwil and neither of you could back out. Saying something about how if you all started the new year out together, then you'd be surreptitiously inclined to be the best of friends for the rest of all time.

"But I'm getting ahead of myself." Lucy giggled, grabbing onto your arm, shooting you a look that warned she was scheming. You grinned back, turning to face her all the way, setting your glass of water aside.

"Joe's birthday is soon and I'm planning something big. Something we can all do together, for him." Lucy declared. You felt every muscle in your face automatically reacting to pull your smile into a frown. But with every bit of sober strength you still had, you put on your best poker face and reached out for your drink you'd only just abandoned.

"What did you have in mind?" You asked, hoping you sounded more curious than cautious. Lucy burst into a laugh as you sipped your drink to keep from panicking out loud.

"I don't have a single clue yet." Lucy laughed with a sigh. "But it's going to be great."

///

As you sneaked back into your Airbnb you felt grateful for the night of fun with Lucy. It was the first time you'd been away from Gwil and Olive since this whole big thing started, and as the night went on you'd found yourself missing their usual constant presence. You'd get that in the morning, with a catch. Joe.

Gwilym had planned a big day out, buying tickets to the aquarium and talking about how excited he was to roam around for a day, no schedules or work to worry over. He'd invited Joe knowing the guy had no plans all weekend, no family nearby, nothing better to do.

When the morning came, and Gwil gushed over breakfast about what he was looking forward to the most, you let that be enough. You let Olive’s claps of the agreement be your fuel for gearing up to go out.

And when Joe knocked on your door wearing a withheld grin and a warm jumper, you stepped back to let him in, turning your eyes toward the carpet so he couldn't see you blush. Maybe he noticed though, because when you looked back up, Joe was still waiting to meet your gaze.

Gwilym was quick to greet his friend, ushering everyone out of the door Joe had only just entered. Today was going to be a good one, you told yourself so.

After parking the car, you watched Gwil wrestle to unfold a new stroller. Joe chuckled when his friend denied help, insisting he had to figure it out on his own. Eventually, he did, buckling Olive in triumphantly. The effort must have exhausted your fake husband because he made a b-line for a coffee shop around the corner while you and Joe took shots at poking fun at Gwil.

You stood guard next to Olive in her brand new ride while Gwilym raced to patiently wait in the long coffee shop line. Joe stood near you, debating on joining Gwil, but decided against ordering anything.

As you distracted yourself by checking your cell, you heard Gwilym's warm chuckle from across the room. The sound was familiar enough for you to gaze up curiously, finding the guy with his arms crossed, leaning closer to listen to some woman in line speak just to him.

Gwilym was kind to everyone, always keen to listen. Everyone loved Gwilym. And whether you were near or not, plenty of people had taken their shot at flirting with the handsome man. You were hardly phased in those cases and were usually quick to poke fun at his attempts to flirt back. But when the girl in front of Gwilym kept spinning in line to gaze up and bite her lip as he spoke, you rolled your eyes. When he reached out to nudge her to keep the line moving, a faint bout of resentment threatened to wash over you.

You quickly decided that it was because Gwilym had done such a marvelous job at testing your nerves this week, and the feelings you'd been trying to push away were looking for an excuse to creep back up. So you started to bring your phone closer to view, but then your eyes swept over Joe.

His gaze was unsettled, watching Gwilym shamelessly flirt back with the girl, even after she ordered her coffee and lingered too close while he ordered his.

"Uh..." Joe uttered, starting to look back at you with a troubled frown.

"It's okay." You quickly shut down whatever Joe might have wanted to say next. You hadn't expected him to accept this with a shrug, but you needed Joe to stop looking at you like he was. You realized that anything you might have said next would probably worsen things , so you just gave Joe a small shake of your head, silently asking him not to worry about it.

That's when Gwilym approached, seemingly clueless of the thin ice he'd just skated away from. You shot him a look on your way back outside and managed to shift into a comfortable chatter as you led the way toward the aquarium. So far the morning was just as awkward as you feared it might have been, and with that thought, you decided you could manage. You'd learned how to attach yourself to Gwil, and how to save your swooning for Joe when you were alone at the end of the day.

As you approached the aquarium, Gwilym's phone rang. He groaned when his agent's name flashed across the screen, excusing himself a few feet away to answer.

You settled onto a bench as Olive pointed toward your bag, babbling in a way you understood. You reached in and revealed a small stuffed elephant much to your daughter's delight. When you handed the thing to her, she held it right back up,

"Joe!" The kid caught your guest's attention as he sat next to you, taking the toy from Olive with overblown thanks.

"You sure you wanna spend your day entertaining her?" You asked Joe through a warning laugh. Now that she had his attention, she'd likely long to keep it that way.

"Gladly." Joe looked at you as he answered. Luckily, Olive called out his name again so you both had a reason to look away.

That's when you noticed Gwil approaching while his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose.

"They want me and Ben to come in right bloody now." He huffed, gazing up to the entrance of the place he'd made big plans to spend the day exploring.

"For how long?" You wondered.

Gwilym didn't know, lulling his head back clearly at a loss. He had to go, but what about you? You couldn't just not take Olive in with the way you'd been promising her this adventure all week.

"I'll email you guys the tickets to get in... I'll try and meet back up soon. Unless you want a ride back with me, Joe..." Gwilym offered, knowing there was no reason the guy had to spend his afternoon with his best friend's fake wife.

"I'll stay..." Joe decided, but hesitantly. "If that's alright?" He looked at you, seeming to realize, or at least recognize for the first time, that this was strange.

You nodded to the man with fossils for eyes, and made a mental note to scold Gwilym later. After a rushed goodbye, Gwilym sulked off. You felt bad that he was suddenly called away, knowing how excited he had been for this day. But then there was Joe. He seemed happy. And you weren't about to take this sudden change of plans for granted, no matter how your guts twisted up on your walk inside, alone together.

///

Olive was purely enchanted by the sea life. Giant radiant fish glided above your heads in expansive tanks. It was like stepping into another dim, quiet world.

"Bird!" Olive pointed up to a slow-moving sting ray. You figured she'd like the aquarium based on her fascination with things with wings, but this wasn't exactly the same.

"No, fish." You corrected, pointing up.

"No, scary." Joe joked, pointing to a larger, more intimidating looking sea creature. Your eyes searched the plaque on the wall that told what types of fish swam through the tank you stood near.

"Oh my God, look." You laughed, stepping closer to the wall. "It's called a Guitarfish." You pointed to the display and looked back into the tank at the skinny, oddly shaped stingray that you now recognized as half-shark. Joe shared in your laughter and stepped closer to take a photo of the plaque.

"Thanks for inviting me to this death trap." Joe laughed, as you three eased into the shark exhibit. It was a bit jarring, surrounded by walls of water where ancient monsters floated just feet away from you.

"They're just dinosaurs, ya know?" You mused, setting Olive on her feet and watching her shuffle closer to the glass where a sand tiger shark floated right by her face. You noticed another plaque and spun toward Joe with a smile, pointing to the fish behind his back.

"That one's name is Bungle. See? Loveable and harmless."

"It says here you can swim with them," Joe smirked, stepping closer to read what you just had.

"Okay, well maybe that's taking it a little too far." You laughed.

"Why? They're harmless dinosaurs, right?" Joe chuckled. You watched Olive watching the sharks glide by as Joe spun off into a story about Jurassic Park. Families cruised through pointing and chatting as you stood against the wall, listening to the guy you'd been avoiding until now.

When Olive ran back toward you pair and reached her arms up to Joe, he scooped her up without missing a beat and kept on telling his story. You laughed and listened and let yourself become completely entranced by the daydream you were living.

This was it, you decided. As good as it gets. When today was over, you'd let yourself have it, and then you'd move on. No more yearning. No more hopeless gazes right in Joe's direction. This was it.

The turtles were a big hit, and you were personally taken with the octopus exhibit. But the room full of penguins obviously took the cake.

"These are birds!" You excitedly chirped, probably a little more excited than Olive about the scenario. She clapped her hands together, all the same, dashing toward the glass. You sat on the floor next to her and watched a group of penguins waddle toward where you sat. Olive waved and pointed and squealed accordingly. Even though you had to remind her to use her inside voice, you felt just as overjoyed that this experience was a win.

"We can leave if you'd like." You assured Joe when he appeared next to you after another family cleared the area.

"Absolutely not!" Joe demanded, sitting on the other side of Olive who was glued to the glass of the exhibit. "This is obviously our reward for making it out of the shark tank alive."

You sat there forever, watching Olive travel back and forth when the penguins would jump in the water. Then came the gift shop. Olive picked out a plush penguin, and Joe corralled you both to the storybook section where he put on a dramatic reading of a magazine about jellyfish.

You left the aquarium and stepped out to the golden hour. The afternoon was still new, but your eyes felt heavy after all the fun had been left inside the aquarium.

"I think I'd like to find that coffee shop again." You spoke up, rubbing your eyes as they adjusted to the new light.

Joe insisted on buying your drink since you'd treated him to today's grand adventure. You eventually obliged upon arrival, settling into a cozy booth by a window. Olive had curled up in the curve of the booth next to you, with your jacket bunched under her head, fast asleep.

You praised God that naptime had found its way into the afternoon schedule and took some time to send James and Andy photos of Olive pointing at giant sharks. That's when Joe reappeared with two plastic cups of coffee. You greeted him with a grateful thanks.

"These photos turned out so well. I was just sending them to my roommates." You explained, clicking your phone off altogether.

"You have roommates?" Joe wondered, sipping his own latte and leaning across the table with his head propped in his hand. Oh, shit. You and Joe had grown increasingly comfortable with each other during your aquatic escapade, but you surely weren't dumb enough to slip up so carelessly.

"Used to." You falsely corrected. "Lived together so long, sometimes I forget." You let out a breathy laugh, wrapping your fingers around your warm styrofoam mug and thanking Joe again for being so kind.

His hair was a little windblown, and his eyes seemed tired. The warm coffee shop was certainly a change of pace from walking the chilly London streets. But the conversation was just as easy as it had been always. Joe texted you the photo of the guitarfish plaque and you spoke about things that you each marveled over as children. When you started cracking up over some silly joke, Olive sat up and was ready to party all over again. You started to brush back her matted curls, but she clamored away from you and toward Joe, around the curve of the booth.

"You don't have to put up with her, ya know?" You reminded as Olive climbed into Joe's lap before you could stop her. But Joe welcomed the baby's embrace, sipping his coffee all the same.

"I really don't mind. We're like, best friends now. Right?" Joe looked down at Olive, who responded by wrapping her tiny arms around Joe's neck. Oh God, you should have never come to London.

But soon your coffee's were gone, and Olive was clearly ready for dinner. Without much discussion, you ended up in a small bistro with a friendly atmosphere. Olive demanded orange juice, and some came in a novelty sippy cup.

"That's way too fun. I'm so about to get one of those for myself." Joe decided, laughing over the boldly designed sippy cup. He really did order one for himself and kept pretending to steal Olive's and forgetting his own, making her laugh like crazy. You were just about to take a photo of the scene when your phone rang. It was Gwilym.

"Hello?"

"Hi," Gwilym greeted seeming sorry.

"Good day?" You wondered, unsure what else to say as a pang of strange guilt crept up inside of you.

"I'm just about to leave the city. Do you need a ride home? Should I pick up dinner?"

"No, no, wait where are you?"

Gwilym was literally a street away from where you were. So you demanded he come and enjoy the last half of your adventure. Joe was happy to hear your party was growing in size, and a kind waitress brought Olive a set of crayons and some paper to keep her from going crazy while stationed in a high chair.

That was about the time Gwilym showed up. He shouldered past a few patrons and laid eyes on you and Joe in an instant. Olive was holding out a crayon to Joe, babbling to him while he listened intently.

Gwil should have been jealous, or oddly territorial, right? He wondered if he should have even pretended to be. But Gwilym only felt a huge swell of happiness, watching you all laugh. He felt happy to see you happy for once. Because for a while now, your smile had mostly been for show.

When Gwilym approached your table, you couldn't even hold back your cheesy grin, while you rested your crayon and greeted him. Before he sat down, Gwilym gave you the strangest look. As if he'd just watched the end of a very satisfying movie. Like he'd just seen something unexpected come together.

Gwilym sat next to Joe, and the two made a show of reuniting. Then you both got to telling of the fun you had while Gwil was away, and even though a lingering sadness pulled at you, knowing Gwil was sad to have missed out, he seemed charmed by your stories. For the rest of the evening you all spent together, you kept crossing your fingers behind your back every time laughing at Joe's jokes seemed easy. You kept wishing this would somehow become as normal as it felt.

///

The weather was worse than dreary, the sky black with rain and fog clouding your view out of every window. Gwilym had been extra busy after the weekend break, so there wasn't much of a chance for you to visit him on set. As a result, Olive was going a bit stir crazy. 

You did your best to keep the girl entertained with the children's channel permanently playing on the flat screen, attempting to build a fort in the living room. But it wasn't enough for Olive. She started tossing toys away with frustrated whines and wailing when she didn't like the breakfast you cooked, even though it was her favorite. And the crying got worse as you wrestled her for bath time and offered teething toys she just didn't want.

Going on day three of her never-ending tantrum, you were exhausted. And even though you barely slept, you were out cold when Gwilym made it home, and you hadn't heard him leave before you woke up. Your morning started when Olive wept from her cot, hardly soothed by your attempts to cuddle her frustrations away.

By the middle of the afternoon, you sat on the edge of the sofa, waiting for your poor daughter's next big breakdown. This time, it came with a warning. Olive stood on the opposite side of the coffee table, staring right at you as she reached for a cup full of juice.

You called out her name, warning her to be careful, giving her a chance. But the kid tossed the cup to the floor, the lid falling off, red seeping into the rented shag rug. She wasn't two yet. The days weren't supposed to be so terrible. You called out her name, standing to stop her from crawling away. The babe burst into upsetting cries, knowing she was in trouble. You placed her in the playpen across the room, taking her favorite toy bat as the only punishment you could think up in your frazzled, fatigued state. And while you rushed to clean up the stain to the tune of your daughter's sobs, you cried too.  

Maybe Olive missed home. Maybe you did too.

"Hello-oh." Gwilym dropped his bags by the door and cautiously floated toward where you slumped against the coffee table. Olive was still wailing, and you were practically despondent and equally as tear-stained.

"Hi," You mewled as Gwilym held a hand out to. He shot you a sorry frown as he guided you to sit on the sofa.

Olive remained wailing, and you both knew something had to be done quickly or the baby would go permanently insane. Gwilym spun on his heels, noticing Olive's favorite toy bat on the coffee table. He picked it up, you thought, as an easy fix for her crying.

"Wait!" You plead. Gwilym looked to you in confusion as you hurried to explain yourself. "She's in time out. If you give that back, you'll be the good guy. I'll be the bad guy and I can't be the bad guy while I'm alone with her all day." You were panicking. You felt the walls closing in. You had to come back from this.

Gwilym listened as he slowly walked back toward you. Olive's cries were somehow dulled as she watched the two of you interact.

"She spilled juice all over the rug. I tried to clean it up but it's still kind of there. That's not even the half of it, though." You slumped forward, running your fingers through your hair.

"Then here, darling." Gwilym knelt before you, placing the plastic bat in your lap. He clasped one of his hands over your knee to get your attention. "You give it back to her, later."

Just the simple act of expressing your pent up frustration was a load off your shoulders. 

"We'll run to the store for carpet cleaner. We'll even take the long way home so you can have a bit of quiet." Gwil assured.

"You don't have to take her, I know you've had a long day and-" You started.

"I'm gonna." Gwilym chuckled. He took your hand, placed it over the toy bat in your lap and gave a decided nod. "I'm sorry I've been away. And I'm sorry the week has been so hard. But I'm very glad you came to stay, for what it's worth."

You nodded, furrowing your brow. "Thank you Gwil."

With another small nod, he stood to collect your daughter, and you stood to go draw a bath. This might have been your only chance to relax for the rest of the foreseeable future. As you rounded the corner, before the door shut behind him you heard Gwilym talking to Olive,

"You've got to stop causing your mummy so much trouble. That's my job."

You wanted to laugh, but you knew you'd only cry. Because he made you want to shake his shoulders and sense into his head. But you really couldn't believe how much you relied on him. You considered this during a steam-filled bubble bath, and crawled into bed for a nap when you just couldn't think any longer.

///

You woke up to dull thuds of rain against the window, the smell of food in the air. Your daughter was babbling in the other room, and the sounds of pots and pans rattled you all the way awake.

You rubbed the sleep from your eyes to find Olive flipping through big picture books in the low lit living area. A little further away, Gwilym was shutting the oven door when he noticed you.

"Hello! I got the stain out of the carpet and picked up some extra bits for dinner." The guy smiled kindly, turning back toward the stove when steam started to billow. You took a beat to watch on in wonder before thanking Gwil profusely for going above and beyond saving the day- the week rather.

Everything was back to normal, with a little help from the father of your child. "Oh, and I've got a surprise for later!" Gwilym echoed as you eased further into the kitchen.

Right when you were about to ask what the hell Gwilym was on about, a Facetime call from James lit up your phone screen. You answered in a flash, greeting your dearest friend like you hadn't spoken in years.

You settled onto the floor next to Olive who was just as pleased to see your roommate on your phone screen. You only stood when she kept threatening to chew on your phone case, and floated toward the kitchen where Gwil was happily working away.

"And how's the happy couple?" James jeered like usual, as you propped your phone against the counter. But instead of laughing, or giving some exaggerated answer like you always would, your face fell. Gwil shifted from the stove, noticing your expression as he turned down one of the burners.

"Tell him." Gwilym softly suggested, stepping closer as if to encourage you. You'd never planned to tell anyone. You weren't sure what to say, but you wondered if getting this lie off your chest to someone who it hardly affected might help, somehow.

"Uh, guys..." James pipped up.

"Actually, allow me to begin." Gwilym stepped further into the frame as you took his place string dinner on the stovetop.

"Oh, of course, our third wheel! Was I crazy in expecting this video chat date to be a one on one?" James wildly drew. You chuckled from behind Gwil, watching him lean both arms against the counter.

"Where's our fourth wheel?" You jeered from across the room. "This car is running like shite." You laugh. You missed Andy, and the comforting chaos your two roommates provided.

"Listen" Gwilym brought the focus back to the matter at hand. "I wanted to start by saying that I messed up and I really wish I hadn't. And every time I suggest making things right, your darling Y/N stops me." 

Gwilym was obviously immensely regretful, but you were both in too deep. You had been long before he perpetuated the lie. But he still should have cleared the air from ever becoming even more sticky.

He went on explaining the whole situation to James, who listened without piping up once. James was never speechless. You must have really fucked up.

"You guys. I'm going to ask you something and I'm gonna need the honest, raw truth." James wasn't being funny anymore. You drifted closer into the frame, watching your best friends pixelated form lean close.

"Do either of you have feelings for each other? At all?" James questioned.

He'd asked this before, in a much more lighthearted manner. You and Gwilym had always been sickeningly doting to one another, giving the circumstances. Like one morning, very soon after finding out you were pregnant, you pleaded for Gwilym to spend the night simply to keep you company. The morning after, you both burst into a fit of giggles over breakfast, waking James from his bedroom down the hall. "Are you two shaggin' again?" He groaned. "God, no." You laughed.

"They bang, or whatever." James once said when introducing Gwil and a very pregnant you to some of his coworkers at a party. "We don't, actually!" You corrected. But Gwilym's hand was already splayed across your shoulder. James coworkers fixated their stares on your pregnant stomach and looked back up to you as if to prove a point. And you spent the rest of the party explaining that even though you used to bang Gwil, didn't mean you still were or even wanted to. Because you didn't. But you wanted to want to.

"No!" You sighed in frustration, after considering all of that. James' digital eyebrows rose as if to give you a second chance.

"Look. She's telling the truth mate. I don't think I have romantic feelings for her either. But I do love her and I feel like shite for making her put up with this, especially because-" Gwilym halted, ran his hand through his hair, and sighed. You knew exactly where he was going with this.

"Because...?" James prodded.

"It's not my place to say." Gwilym turned to look right at you.

"Y/N. What's going on?" James called. Right on cue, Olive cried from the other room, it must have been time for a change.

Gwilym stopped you from turning away and insisted he go. And when he drifted into the other room, you let out a deep sigh as your friend spoke up again.

"Now that he's gone... is there anything you need to confess?"

"I don't know what's going on James." You admitted, bringing your phone closer as you moved to lean against the door frame of the patio.

"You sure about that?" James squinted.

"I was so pissed at Gwil. But then I thought we could make it work. And I've been spending all week trying to think up exactly how to fall in love with my baby's daddy. And I just fucking can't." You gestured pitifully.

"You're sure? Love isn't a crush babe. Do you think of Gwil when he's away?" James wondered gently. "Do you feel at home when you look at him?"

And then all at once, there was a traffic jam in your heart. Something inside you stopped and caused all your other feelings to halt. Your realization was so massive that there was nowhere else to look but the cold hard truth.

"Not... not Gwilym, no." You spoke slowly, in a hush. That was what you'd always wanted. To feel like someone was your missing link. You wanted to feel sick with love. You'd longed to be looked at the way you'd seen in movies.

Joe's face blinded your vision, and it made you sick alright. Sick with the realization that no matter how badly you wanted Joe, you seemed to need Gwilym.

"Oh." James hummed like he'd read your mind. And with how closely bonded you two had become over the years, you didn't doubt the possibility. "I see."

"James I can't talk about this tonight." You realized, noticing Gwilym guiding Olive to crawl toward the kitchen for dinner. You feared if you started unraveling your tangled feelings that whatever the messy web was holding back would break through. And you couldn't let that happen. You promised James you'd fill him in soon, and hurried to hang up.

But before you could lock your phone and finish making dinner, you noticed an unseen message in your notifications. With a held breath you opened it,

Joe: Forgot to send you this! See you soon?

Below his simple statement was a photo you never knew existed. It was of you crouched next to Olive at the London Aquarium's penguin exhibit. Your silhouettes were illuminated by radiant blue light and you and your daughter were looking at each other, instead of the birds crowding near. Your heart swooped in your chest at the thought of Joe snapping the candid.

You let out a sigh and sucked your feelings way deep down in one giant breath, leaving your phone on the counter as you turned to unveil dinner from the oven.

Gwil quietly asked if you were alright in a way that sounded like he already knew the answer to that question. You convinced him everything was fine, that everything had to be fine. Then there was a knock at the door.

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[solies-scripts]

Tanaka Ryuunosuke SFW Alphabet

Sorry this took so long for me to post. This will be the only one I post today as I have a really bad migraine and I just want to chill out for a while ���

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Ryuu is super affectionate with you all the time. Everyone knows that you’re dating because he isn’t afraid of pda; he always has an arm around your waist, hand on your back, booty and is constantly pressing kisses somewhere or your face

B = Beginning (How would the relationship start?)

It all starts with you and Tanaka getting close and becoming really good friends then he starts to realise how much he actually likes you. He’ll then slowly start dropping hints that he likes you and will become your simp which eventually leads to you asking him out because he was too nervous

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He wants to cuddle you all the damn time. Loves laying down with you on top of him or laying on your sides with your face pressed into his chest. He enjoys feeling like he is protecting you when cuddling you so he will rarely let you be the big spoon but sometimes you can convince him

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

100% wants to settle down with you, it’s something he talks about pretty often while the two of you are cuddling most nights.

Tanaka can be pretty messy but he will try and clean up after himself as he doesn’t want you picking up after him. 

While he can cook simple meals he cannot cook anything that has more than a few ingredients. He gets confused and ends up burning everything

E = Effort (How much effort do they put into the relationship?)

He puts all his effort into the relationship because he wants to show you how much he adores you every moment of every day. You can always expect him to be putting his all into everything he does and this includes you and your relationship

F = Fear) (What do they do if you’re scared? How would they comfort you? How would they wanna be comforted if they were scared?)

When you’re scared he will snuggle you up in a blanket and try to make you laugh in hopes to take your mind off of what has scared you. If it was a person who scared you then you can bet he will be wanting to kick their ass

Tanaka would just want to bury his face in your chest and just hold you when he is scared. He will talk to you during this but it will be a bit difficult to hear him seeing as his face is in your chest

G = Gifts (Do they like giving you gifts? Do they like receiving them?)

Loves giving you gifts because he wants you to have the best of everything. It makes him happy when he sees the smile that forms on your face when you get a gift from him

He also loves receiving gifts from you because it means that you were thinking of him when you bought it. It doesn’t have to be anything expensive or flashy for him to be happy, he actually enjoys getting silly little gifts

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

This man loves hugging you and will be hugging you 80% of the time you two are together. His hugs are warm and will always make you feel safe, having his arms around you is his way of showing that he will always be there for you

I = Intimacy (Do they have any problems with intimacy? How romantic are they?)

There are no problems with intimacy here, he knows that he loves you and that you love him so he doesn’t struggle at all. Ryuu is a cliche romantic as he gets most of his romance advice from crappy romance movies, he will always try to be romantic and he does enjoy being romantic but sometimes it can come of a bit cringy you love it though

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Tanaka is a very jealous person but he never gets angry with you for it as it isn’t your fault. He will never let someone disrespect you or make you uncomfortable. When he gets jealous he will scare the other person off then latch himself onto you and kiss all over your face

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Loves kissing you. His kisses are usually rough but sweet and they always show an amazing amount of emotion

He thinks there is nothing better than kissing your lips, they’re so sweet and inviting that he just can’t help himself. Tanaka will melt if you kiss him on the cheek, he thinks it’s so adorable when you give him a little peck before you go off to do something

L = Love (Who says it first? How fast is it said?)

He would say it first and fairly early on in the relationship. Ryuu fell fast and hard for you so he isn’t too afraid about telling you that

M = Marriage (Do they want to get married? If so, what kind of wedding would it be?)

He cannot wait to marry you one day, he wants you to be a part of his life forever so marrying you is one of his biggest goals in the relationship. It would be a pretty small wedding with just your family and friends but it would be so lively

N = Night Out (What’s a typical date night for them? How often do they go out?)

He enjoys more energetic dates that will make memories rather than going to movies or anything like that. He is all down for more chilled out dates of course, especially if it’s something you want to do.

Tanaka aims to take you out at least once a week but when he doesn’t manage that he will make the next date you go on is extra special to make up for it

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Ryuu is pretty open with you from the beginning as he hasn’t really got much to hide. He will open up about more personal things pretty quickly as he trusts you so much that he doesn’t feel the need to wait too long

P = Playful (How playful are they?)

He is so goddamn playful with you that there is never a dull moment with him. He is always cracking jokes or doing some stupid shit that never fails to bring a smile to your face

Q = Questions (Do they ask for your opinion on things? Will they share theirs?)

He will always be asking your opinion on things because he values everything you have to say. Your opinion is super important to him.

When giving his opinion he will always make sure that you want it beforehand so he doesn’t upset you or anything. He wants to give his opinion but only if you want it 

R = Random (How spontaneous are they? Do they do things on the spot or do they have to plan ahead?)

Very spontaneous all the time. He is always doing something stupid and he will try to drag you into it every time which you let him of course. He will sometimes try to plan things ahead but you always end up changing the plans as you go so there isn’t much point to it

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Ryuu is very protective of you and will always make sure that you’re safe. He knows that you can take care of yourself but he enjoys taking care of you as well so he will do that

He will think it’s super sweet if you try to be protective of him as well and he will let you do it unless he feels like you’re going to get hurt, then he will step in and calm you down

T = Trust (How much do they trust you?)

He trusts you with all his heart. From the moment he fell in love with you he knew he could trust you and every day he is proved correct

U = Unique (What makes them unique as an s/o?)

His crazy amount of crackhead energy. He is crazy and he knows it 

V = Vent (Do they let you vent to them after a hard day? Will they vent to you?)

Tanaka insists that you vent to him because he doesn’t want you bottling your emotions up. He is a great listener too and if you need to cry then he will hold you close until you’re finished

He will vent to you when he needs to because he knows that you will listen to him for as long as he needs. He just wants you to sit with him as he gets what he needs off his chest, maybe even give him a hug if he starts getting emotional

W = Wild Card (Random Headcanon)

Tanaka is the most supportive boyfriends out there so whatever you’re interested in he will try and learn the basics of it so he can be a little closer to you. If you play any sports or compete in anything then he will be there to cheer you on as your number one fan

X = X-ray (What would they do if you got injured?)

He would freak out if you got injured. After the initial panic he will make sure you’re okay and do whatever you need him to. He will become your own personal nurse while you recover

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Ryuu wouldn’t want someone who is mean to other people or him. Even though he is an intimidating person he is very sweet and he hates anyone who is mean without any reason

Z = Zzz (What’re some sleeping habits of theirs?)

He doesn’t move much in his sleep but he snores so loud. When the two f you first share a bed you will probably have issues falling asleep with how loud he snores

[razorblade180]

Venqua Week:Music

“When you-gah! No, that’s not right. When- ugh! Come on Ventus, you can do this!” The boy said, frustratingly tuning a guitar. He had been at this for months now. It all started when Namine moved into the Land of Departure with him, Terra, and Aqua. The boy had stumbled upon her drawings and by extension, the arts itself. He was completely hooked. Outside of fighting, Ventus didn’t have much time to explore possible talents. He was determined to find a hobby he was good at! It took all of ten minutes of Namine teaching him about color theory for him to realize that maybe literal art wasn’t his calling.

That’s when Namine recommended music. Seemed like a good idea. He didn’t want to brag, but Ventus always thought he was a bit musically inclined. Between dancing and the ice cream beat machine, he thought learning an actual instrument would come easy. Wrong! It was critically difficult! Three months into learning guitar and his confidence was was fading like the golden sunset that washed over him as he sat at the edge of the trio’s stargazing spot. Ventus played a few more strings and sighed. It didn’t sound off. Honestly it never was. The problem was his nerves. Ventus was trying to be a perfectionist with the only song he’s been able to learn so far. All for a special someone, Aqua.

He had always had certain feelings for his friend, but expressing them was beyond impossible. Any time he tried to show her a cooler, more mature side of himself it never worked out. He’d either screw up really hard, or Aqua would do her pretty little giggle while patting his head like he was some sort of puppy. He was not a puppy darn it! Ventus wanted to at least be a cooler, older anime. Something like a fox or a leopard. Just once, he wanted to leave Aqua speechless. He thought a singing to her would be his best bet. His face face grew redder at the thought of her listening to the song in awe, her deep blue eyes captivated by his feelings.

“Geez, I’m so hopeless.” He said, covering his face. Ventus turned his head towards his master’s keyblade that rested peacefully just several feet away. He wondered if Master Eraqus had any hidden talents? No way keyblade wielding was his only gift. If Aqua’s fighting style was any indication, the old man was probably a bunch of fun on the dance floor. The thought of him doing even half the moves Aqua did was enough to make Ventus laugh lightly. Once again he strummed his guitar. “Oh master, you think I stand a chance?”

“Stand a chance at what?” A voice asked from behind. Ven’s face went bright red, then pale in a less than a second when he realized it was Aqua. She smiled her beautiful smile like she always did and held a crown of flowers in her hand.

“A-Aqua!?” He stammered, “W-What brings you up here....!?” He wanted to hit himself right now. The answer to that was quite literally in front of him.

“Changing out Master Eraqus’s flowers” she answered anyways. Aqua walked over to the memorial and did just that. The old ones weren’t dead yet, but their color was obviously starting to fade. Still, they looked rather pretty. So pretty in fact, Aqua took it upon herself to sat right next to ventus and hang it around neck. “Wow, I’m a little surprised it passed your hair so easily. I thought it would sit on top.” She teased, ruffling the wild dew.

“Hey! It’s not that spiky! Also my head would have to massive for it to sit on top!” He pouted. Why is always a head rub!? This time he was minding his own business and still wound up like this. “Do you have a thing with my hair or something? You’re always doing stuff like this.”

“Of course. You always pout and turn red. It’s cute.” She answered, watching him get redder. Aqua couldn’t help herself. Teasing Ven like this was just irresistible. “So, what is it that you were trying to stand a chance in? Maybe I can help?”

“What? Oh! Umm it was nothing! Just talking aloud is all.” Lying was not a strength Ventus had.

“Really?” Aqua said sarcastically. She reached over to the guitar in his arms and ran her fingers across the strings, making a subtle but pleasant sound from it. “Nothing to do with the acoustic currently in your hands?” She looked at the blue eyes that were inches away and avoiding contact. Aqua tilted her head, a bit confused by Ven’s shyness. “Ven, I’m not a mind reader. Tell me what’s up?”

“If you read minds then you know mine only has you in it.” He thought to himself. “I’m just having a little trouble with a song I wanna sing. I learned all the notes and everything, but I get anxious anytime it comes to playing the whole thing.”

“How come?”

“I’m...self conscious is all.” It wasn’t a lie but it was certainly vague. “Any time I think about singing it the way I intend to, I get worried if it sounds bad or if I look like an idiot.” Ven could feel his heart beating so loudly that he was afraid Aqua might here it. Here being this close was nothing new, yet it too much to deal with.m right now moved back a little by pretending to readjust how he was sitting.

Aqua could the boys hand fidget a little. He wasn’t kidding at all about feeling anxious. She had never seen him so flustered when it came to things like this. Aqua had caught him a few times over the past few months really putting an effort into learning when nobody was around. She had even secretly caught him sneaking off early in the morning to find a place to practice. Learning this song must’ve been really important. For Aqua, that only left one response to this.

“Can I hear it?”

Ven was going to have a heart attack. “What!?”

“I wanna hear it.” She repeated, “We’re often our own worst critics. If you only play with no one around then you might always think it needs improvement, so let me hear it. I’ll give my honest opinion!” She said, excited to listen.

“That’s the one thing that scares me!!!” Ventus could not believe this was happening. How was he supposed to explain to her that she couldn’t listen because he was doing it all for her!? She even gave a valid reason for helping! “Oh, no I uh- you don’t have to do all that! Hehe, I just-” he stopped when he saw Aqua move to sit on her knees. His crush sat patiently with her hands resting her hands on her lap, a heart stealing smile still on her face. Here she was. Here they were. Two people bathed in the golden light of a sunset. Warm air and breath stealing views anywhere you looked. A gentle breeze made Aqua run a finger across her face. All attention was on him. Well, no time like the present right? Ven stood no chance of resisting with a face like that.

He sat facing her, legs crossed. He new his face was still red and the sound of his beating heart hadn’t gotten any calmer. However, a comfort came from that with a mix of excitement. An honest truth about his feelings. He really had fallen for her and wanting nothing more to express his feelings with all of his heart.

“Aqua...can I ask a favor?” He somehow managed to say. “Can you...close you eyes while I sing to you?”

The request was surprising but understandable. This was more about sound then sight anyways. “Okay.” She closed her eyes in earnest. “Ready...” For some reason Aqua felt herself get a little embarrassed as well. She hoped it didn’t show on her face.

Ventus took the deepest breath he could. Mustering his resolve and composing himself, Ventus began to strum.

🎶When you walk away, you don't hear me say

"Please, oh baby, don't go."

Simple and clean

Is the way that you're making me feel tonight

It's hard to let it go....🎶

Yeah, Aqua could totally feel herself starting to blush. Ven was only a few lyrics in, but she couldn’t think of a time she heard a more stunning voice.

🎶You're giving me, too many things, lately

You're all I need, oh~

You smiled at me and said...

"Don't get me wrong, I love you

But does that mean I have to meet your father?"

When we are older, you'll understand what I meant when I said

"No, I don't think life is quite that simple"

When you walk away, you don't hear me say

"Please, oh baby, don't go."

Simple and clean

Is the way that you're making me feel tonight

It's hard to let it go🎶

Ventus felt his nerves melt away as he kept playing. His mind was too focused on the notes to worry. Too focused on the girl in front of him. He was starting to find his stride.

The daily things, Like this and that and what is what

That keep us all... busy are confusing me~

That's when you came to me and said

"Wish I could prove I love you but does that mean I have to walk on water?"

When we are older, you'll understand it's enough when I say so

And maybe some things are that simple.

When-🎶

His serenade was unexpectedly cut short. Aqua had reached for his hand and stopped him from playing. Ven’s heart skipped a beat. For a moment, nothing but dread filled his thoughts. Did she hate it? Why else would he stop him midway. He would’ve asked, but Ventus couldn’t find the words. Not out of fear, but because of the look on Aqua’s face. Her calm demeanor was entirely gone. A the warmest smile Ven has ever laid eyes on was on her face with rose red cheeks. “A-Aqua...?” He finally spoke.

“S...sorry.” She spoke, “it’s just...well....” finding the words was a little difficult. Aqua couldn’t help but laugh at her own skittishness. “You confessing to me like this might be a little more than my heart can handle.” There, she said it. She watched a Ven’s eyes start getting bigger and bigger while his face tried rivaling hers in terms of red.

“Y...You knew I-”

“Of course.” Aqua giggled, “I watch you just as much as you watch me you know? Because...I like you...too. A lot.”

Ventus must’ve been dreaming. Chirithy has to have put him in a special dream. It’s the only way this made sense. “Why didn’t you say anything?” Like he was one to talk.

Aqua rubbed the back of her neck, “I’m not very good with this kind of stuff. Even though I had a feeling you liked me, I just couldn’t find the nerve. Then I started thinking about how I could be wrong and I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. I kept finding reasons to keep quiet. But next thing I know is I started thinking more and more about these feelings sense we got back home and I-” Aqua jumped at the touch of Ven’s hand grab hers. She’s glad he did it, or else she might’ve rambled for hours.

A pressure weighed on their chest. One that was slowly pulling them together. The two of them couldn’t speak, only lean closer. They wanted the same thing. They knew it buy all the blushing moments and not so secret glances. Aqua moved the guitar away from Ven to get even closer. Ven invited the approach by tugging her hand closer to him. Her face had to be only inches away. Way to far for his liking. Aqua finally spoke.

“I think we should both close our eyes this time.” She said, flustered by her own suggestion. She was glad she managed to say it though. The moment his eyes closed, Aqua understood why he asked before. Filled with ease and courage, Aqua pressed her lips against the ones that had just serenaded her moments ago. Neither kept track how long they remained like this and neither cared. The only thing that mattered was it had finally happened; and it was only going to keep happening for many days to come.

[many thanks to @venquaweek because fun fact, I’ve had this music idea for three years and never wrote it 😂]

[kvngjoong]

san + nsfw a-z

thank you to whoever created this a-z prompt because it is great. please let me know if you want anyone else done! i enjoyed doing san’s and will probably do mingi next (unless others are requested)

A: Aftercare

takes a more caring approach. will usually be breathless after finishing so will want to lay with you for at least a minute or two to calm down a little. whilst he steadies his breathing he will keep looking at you with a smile and then ask if you need anything. prefers to lay around for a while and do nothing, play with your hair or your talk about anything you want. if you want to do more stuff that relates to kinks, he will check if you liked whatever happened and remember for next time. will also keep check of any pain inflicted on you

B: Body Part

is into pretty much everything about you, so will struggle to find something he likes more than the rest of you. but, if he had to, it would probably be your waist and your thighs, something he likes to touch a lot. its your thighs that he keeps his hands on often and isnt impartial to marking you there, but also your waist since he'll place his hands there to keep you with him. so yeah, thighs most of all. for him… nothing comes to mind immediately. if anything it would be his flexibility but that isn’t a body part… so maybe he just likes his body in general. his hips. let’s keep it there

C: Cum

doesn’t cum too much, and doesn’t taste of anything too overpowering (basically, a perfect match for everyone). it’s hard to predict at first where he wants to cum because it depends what kind of mood he’s in and what kink you focused on (if any). if it’s vanilla, he probably prefers to cum in you (more on that later), though if not will cum on your thighs, or your face

D: Dirty Secret

not so secret, but he’s really into the whole daddy dom thing. not so much being called daddy (but by all means, do exactly that) but more into spending money on you. he’s always gonna put his card out to pay for anything for you, and will shower you in gifts whenever he can because he likes the thought of spending money on you. he doesn’t know where it comes from, though he realised how into it he was when he sent you some money when you were out shopping and he got hard over it. weird one

E: Experience

not the most experienced but still has some. have you seen his face? he definitely knows what he’s doing, even if half of it comes from reading about it. not sure why, but he does seem like he would be the guy who has experience from being part of a community of some kind (you know, an online one maybe)

F: Favourite Position

literally into anything. no joke, if you’re into it, he’s probably gonna be into it. will tend to go for doggy because he can do whatever he wants from there and can be in control, but occasionally likes you on top so he can see your face. as always it depends on what kind of mood he’s in, because if it’s more vanilla then it’s likely to be a missonary type thing. but no matter what he does, he will make it his own with something that San™

G: Goofy

definitely more serious because of his dom tendencies. knows to make it fun sometimes and if you’re in that kind of mood, he can make it fun and laugh about things. he’s very much adaptable when he needs to be, so whatever you want/need in the moment, he’s that

H: Hair

he strikes me as someone who keeps himself groomed in some aspect. definitely some manscaping, definitely takes care of himself, but if you want a certain look he’ll give it to you. will have that discussion with you when you’re ready for it

I: Intimacy

intimate if it’s right to be intimate, more in the moment if that’s appropriate. everything he does carries a level of his feelings towards you as he wouldn’t be with you if he didn’t love you. if he’s feeling particularly emotional then it will show in everything he does. it’s pretty simple, he understands the importance of intimacy behind every action, especially in a relationship

J: Jack Off

you do it for him, so why should he… just kidding. when you’re not around, he will go back to whatever memories he has of you, but he often prefers to call you and talk to you as he jacks off. he will almost have a sub mindset as he asks you to describe what you would do to him so he can imagine it. also loves your voice, so there’s that. he won’t do it too often though. he seems like he teases a lot but has a lot of self control.

K: Kink

oh, there are a lot. too many to name. he gives everything a go at least once to see what it’s like, but he has his favourites. he’s in to the whole dom thing (he is a dom) and definitely will be into anything bdsm related, but he’s still exploring his interests and will be happy to discover new kinks with you. he probably doesn't keep it much of a secret with you that he’s into the whole domestic thing, and really wants to have kids with you, so breeding is a low key kink for him. it ties with both the dom and domestic in him

L: Location

this is pretty straight forward. anywhere that’s gonna make you happy. if it’s just you two he’s literally down for anything, anywhere. especially likes it where he can assert his dominance though, so bending you over anything or having you against a wall will be a preference to him

M: Motivation

hmm… this one is kinda hard. i don’t think there’s much to discuss because it’s pretty straight forward. you get him going. he’s not over the top but something as small as a you saying something or touching him in the wrong place, or even using a specific tone will change the way he looks at you (you can tell he’s in that mood when his eyes follow you and only you, jaw clenched and lips slightly curled upwards). he’ll pop an immediate boner when he sees certain lingerie on you

N: NO

really not into exhibitionism or anything. hates the thought of someone looking at you like he does and getting off to you (he’s really possessive over you, even if he doesn’t always show it). he also just gets a bit uncomfortable with the thought of someone listening to you guys, but that’s just a general consensus for anyone who’s not into it. he’ll set his hard limits when you guys explore what you’re both into

O: Oral

prefers receiving if anything, but that’s not because he doesn't like giving. he really does, he just saves it for special occasions. when he gives he will spend as much time as he can working on you; he could make a whole evening of it if he wanted to. it’s a reward in his books, though when he receives it’s usually when he takes a less caring approach to you and wants to use you to get himself off (a punishment, maybe?)

P: Pace

slow, likes to make sure you can feel everything he’s doing. gets a bit sloppy when he’s spent but he controls himself the majority of the time so will do whatever he needs to do to get you off and show how he feels about you

Q: Quickie

not really into them, not unless it’s the morning (but then again that will still be more than five minutes). sex is more than sex for san, so quickies don’t really hit it (that isn’t to say he’s impartial to head in the bathroom when you’re wearing something he likes, or you touch him in the wrong place)

R: Risk

always game to try new things and experiment with stuff you haven’t done before. however he doesn’t really like risks as in being caught. he likes to take his time with you and make sure that you’re fully taken care of, so he will prefer to know the entire evening you won’t be disturbed

S: Stamina

This isn’t a game, have you seen this boy? He can go for whatever amount of time he wants to. As in, don’t test him or try to tease him, because no matter who you are, you will never outrun san

T: Toy

simple: if you’re into using toys, he’s into it. he will use them on you rather than the reverse, since he doesn’t have much of a sub in him, but he really has a thing for getting you off himself so tends to use his hands/lips/tongue/etc whenever he can

U: Unfair

he teases it in accordance with the mood and whether you’re being good. he can tease for as long as he needs (because he does have a lot of self-control) but tends to go more towards rewarding. he is more of the nurturing type dom, almost caring, so he prefers to either reward you or not reward you than tease you (if this makes any sense). that doesn’t mean he won’t make you beg for him, because if he wants that, he’ll get it

V: Volume

in terms of dirty talk, he does that a hell of a lot. doesn’t know when to shut up sometimes because he likes to get you off with his voice. in the same respect, he won’t ever silence himself around you and wants you to know how much you’re pleasing him, too. so expect a lot of moaning, a lot of whining, a few whimpers here and there, and a never-ending string of praises going your way.

W: Wild Card

as said, san is really into spending money on you. one time you’ll receive a text from san asking what you’re doing and when you tell him that you’re out shopping for some clothes, he’ll send you a bit of money and ask him to get something nice for him. only condition is that you send him pictures of everything you’re buying so he knows what it looks like. after a few pictures of you in some tight dresses, he’ll send a bit more for some lingerie to match and ask you to surprise him for when he gets home later. sugar daddy san reigns superior

X: X-Ray

average, in the nicest way. a perfect all-rounder that can please everyone. not too big or too small, nor to thick or thin. i would say he borders on the thicker end of the scale if anything, but it’s nothing that will cause problems.

Y: Yearning

he can control himself whenever he needs to, but in the same breath he can go whenever he wants to as well. that does mean that if you're wearing something he likes a bit too much, he'll be pulling at your clothes because he knows what he wants.

Z: ZZZ

Unless it’s some late night, you were both into it but you were already tired, kinda thing, he will stay awake for a bit. Usually waits for you to sleep first anyway and will snuggle into you and fall asleep with a smile on his face. His stamina is pretty good, so can also end up staying awake if you’re staying awake too. Cause he’s a people pleaser, it all comes down to what you want. If you’re gonna go get a mcflurry afterwards, he’s gonna be paying for both you and him.