#now is the perfect time to poke around and find new things because we have all this time to learn without a new story coming and demanding

[leonstamatis]

also like. in general. there’s a lot of blaseball fic published in the time since s24 with <10 kudos. i bring that number up because i assume that means not many folks have seen them. it’s been pretty quiet on blao3 for a hot minute! so…

if you have any blb writers you have been fond of in your time as a fan, whether that was coronation or expansion or way back in discipline, check their ao3 profiles. chances are they’ve kept writing and there’s a lot more for you to read. the writers have never made a habit of stopping when the game does. branch out and explore the stories they’ve told, now that the sim won’t be giving us any more. and be sure to leave kudos and comment when you do!

[helaintoloki]

the other Hargreeves siblings being absolutely teary-eyed on the day of y/n and Five’s wedding. they like to think of her as an adopted member of the family, because she’s gone through so much with them, gotten so close to death in multiple occasions while trying to save them. after everything, they never thought to see her live out the happy life she deserve, much less getting married to Five.

a/n: i am a sucker for found family tropes and wedding pieces so this was fun for me to write

warnings: none i think ? mostly fluff

Your stomach feels as if it’s tied into a million knots, and you can’t bring yourself to even touch the plate of fruit Klaus had fetched for you to nibble on as you got ready for the big day. Allison works diligently to perfect your look despite her insistence that you should have just let her hire a professional to get the job done, but you were adamant about keeping everything as simple as possible. Neither you nor Five wanted some big extravagant mess when it came to your ceremony, and if it had been up to you both you would have just settled for a courthouse marriage, but his family wouldn’t have it. You were finally becoming an official Hargreeves, and they deemed it necessary to celebrate with a proper wedding and reception despite the fact that there really would only be about ten guests at most.

You met Five in the apocalyptic ruins of the world while scavenging for food. Despite everyone you knew and cared about perishing in the gale of fire that blanketed the earth, you had miraculously survived. Call it pure luck for being at the right place at the right time, but you had been searching for a flashlight in your underground basement when the moon had been struck, and the reinforced steel structure of the room had kept you from suffering the same fate as everyone around you.

Neither of you trusted each other in the beginning, but you both were smart enough to realize that sticking together was necessary for your survival, and so you put aside your differences to travel the apocalyptic wasteland together. That’s not to say there weren’t times when you got on each others nerves or wanted to strangle him with your bare hands, but with time your partnership evolved into an actual friendship, and perhaps it could have evolved into more if not for the constant distractions that arose during your fight for survival.

Allison accidentally poking your eye with a mascara wand interrupts your moment of reminiscing, and she merely gives you an apologetic smile when you shoot her a look of annoyance in return.

“I told you we should have hired a professional,” she reminds you matter of factly only for you to lightly swat her hand away.

“And I told you I wanted to go down to the courthouse and pick up a sheet cake at the grocery store,” you counter with a raised brow. Sensing defeat, Allison relents with a small sigh and takes a step back to look at her masterpiece.

“You’re right, I’m sorry. It’s just our family doesn’t get to do these sorts of things very often, and it’s not every day I get a new sister.”

Your shoulders slump guilty at her admission, and you find yourself now feeling less combative against her than you initially were. Though you mentally are in your 50’s and no longer see a need to have a big wedding to marry a man you’ve known for basically your whole life, you still physically look like a young bride, so it’s only natural for Allison and the rest of Five’s siblings to want to treat you as such. From what Five has told you along with the stories that have been recounted in your presence, their lives have always been less than normal. You of all people can relate to that- growing up in an apocalypse, becoming a glorified secretary for a time-ordinance bureau while your only friend is out on assignments, risking your life to save the world, ending multiple apocalypses. The list could go on forever. They’re only trying to experience normal family milestones, so who are you to get in the way of that.

“No, I’m sorry,” you relent with a remorseful sigh. “I know you’re just trying to be nice, and I’m grateful for how quickly you and your siblings have welcomed me into the family despite how unconventional this all is. I really appreciate it.”

“Good, I’m glad you see it my way,” Allison teases playfully before finishing up the final touches on her masterpiece.

“Knock, knock,” Klaus singsongs from outside your dressing room before letting himself in. Proudly holding up the plastic wrap bag from its hanger, he announces, “Here I am with the dress, and as promised, nothing happened to it under my watch.”

“Thank you, Klaus,” you smile gratefully only for him to return the gesture with an affectionate pinch of your cheek.

“No need to thank me, sweetheart. I’m just so excited to finally have a little sister!”

“You know I’m technically older than you right?” You retort with a raised brow only for him to press a finger to your lips.

“Shh, don’t ruin this for me,” he gently corrects you before pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. You don’t miss the way his eyes begin to water at the sight of you with your hair and makeup done, but you’re kind enough not to point it out. Klaus had been the easiest of Five’s siblings to warm up to, always treating you like one of his own and roping you into his mischief despite your fiancé’s protests. The Seance couldn’t even count on one hand how many times you had been there to lend a shoulder for him to cry on when his addiction became too much or offer a supportive hand when his siblings had been less than eager to do so. He adored you, and he could nearly burst with pride at finally being able to call himself your brother.

“Alright, we have thirty minutes left to get you into that dress and down that isle,” Allison announces with a determined clap of her hands before snatching the dress from Klaus. “Are you ready to officially become Mrs. Hargreeves?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” you announce with a resigned sigh before immediately being pulled every which way by the two siblings to finish your ensamble.

You can’t wait to get this over with.

~~~

“You nervous?” Viktor whispers with a gentle nudge to Five’s side. Quiet chatter drifts through the air as the handful of guests that are present make conversation to pass the time before the ceremony begins. Neither of you exactly have big families; Five has only ever had his siblings, and your family isn’t exactly supportive of your choice of groom. It’s an intimate affair, but you both prefer it that way.

“Hardly,” he scoffs indignantly, though his need to readjust his tie for the millionth time says otherwise. Five knows that this probably should have happened sooner and promoting you from his partner to his wife has been long overdue. He was honestly surprised you had said yes when he’d finally bit the bullet and asked the question. He loved you, cared for you in a way he never thought possible and in a way that honestly wasn’t quite like him. But you were different, and he hadn’t risked it all trying to end multiple apocalypses just to not marry you once the world was finally safe.

“I’m glad you’re happy, we all are,” his brother notes with a kind smile. “She’s good for you, and she’ll be a good addition to the family.”

Five can’t argue with that. It honestly pains him to think about just how many times you’ve thrown your own life on the line for not just him but his siblings as well. You’ve been there for them even when it wasn’t your responsibility, when they technically weren’t your family yet, even when Five himself wasn’t the best brother to them all. While Five could at times be brash or crude, you were patient and understanding, and this balance helped make their team stronger. You’d make a fine Hargreeves; he wouldn’t be standing here today if that weren’t the case.

Behind the wooden double doors you nervously readjust your veil as you wait for your cue to enter the room. Diego holds your bouquet patiently on your left while Luther fluffs out the skirt of your dress for you on your right. Having no real family present for your big day, you were left without anyone to give you away to your new husband. Diego and Luther had both been eager to throw themselves at the chance to be at your side down the aisle, constantly at each other’s necks arguing over who deserved the right more. Of course, as the bride it was you who got the final say, and the choice couldn’t have been more obvious. You picked them both.

Both men had been put through a lot by your fiancé, from having to carry his drunken form out of a library to dealing with his fits of rage at their inability to meet his deadlines for important tasks, but they had always been kind to you despite the unorthodox nature of your relationship with their brother. Luther had taken several bullets for you before, and Diego hadn’t shied away from being a supportive shoulder to cry on whenever you and Five couldn’t see eye-to-eye. It would feel wrong not to have them both by your side, and they were honored.

“You scared?” Diego questions after noticing your tight grip on his bicep when the music begins. He has to hold back a wince from the way your manicured nails dig into his arm and distracts himself by handing you your bouquet.

“A little,” you answer honestly, harshly swallowing down your nerves when Luther opens the doors for you to walk through.

“You’ve got this,” Diego encourages after pressing a chaste kiss to your temple. “If anyone is brave enough to marry my brother, it’s you.”

“Brave or maybe a little insane,” Luther adds under his breath.

You can’t help the small huff of air that pushes past your lips in response to his quip, but you’re given no time to respond as your soon-to-be brother-in-laws escort you to your awaiting husband.

No one can deny how absolutely breath taking you look in your elegantly simple wedding gown, your smile nervous as you make your way towards Five who looks so handsome in his perfectly tailored suit. All day you’ve wanted nothing more than to see him, but now that you’re here you find yourself full of nerves and anxiety.

Luther and Diego give you away at the end of the isle (not without sternly warning Five to take good care of their new sister), and you finally find yourself face-to-face with the man you’ve loved for years.

“You ready for this?” He whispers under his breath as Viktor begins his officiant speech, subtly reaching for your hand to give it a reassuring squeeze.

“This won’t be the worst thing we’ve done together,” you note cheekily with a shrug as you hide your smile behind your bouquet, and Five can’t argue with that.

Though his siblings have been better at showing their excitement for this day than you or Five combined, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t happy to finally be marrying the boy who had been by your side through thick and thin, good and bad, and life and death. Perhaps your love story was a bit unconventional, but unconventionality is a Hargreeves speciality.

You’re going to fit right in.

[jjtheresidentbaby]

Hi! I just saw that you’re doing obx fix’s now and I’m so happy! I was wondering if you could do one with cg!Rafe Cameron and a little!reader, where the reader stayed up all night playing and they are very sleepy. If you can, could you make it very cute and fluffy?

It’s totally fine if you can’t write it!

Btw, I love your fics!

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» rafe cameron x reader

» a/n: ah sorry this got a tad angsty, i swear i can’t write rafe without it turning angst *stares at all my wips with him*

» warnings: slight angst, rafe being insecure, pet names

“Here you go sweetheart.” Rafe smiles as he slides a plate of pancakes over to you from the other side of the island in the tannyhill kitchen. You rub at your eyes and nod in thanks, still tired from not going to bed when you were supposed to last night but waking up at your normal time.

“You okay?” There’s already a furrow of worry in Rafe’s brow, his voice soft but concerned in full. It’s always been easy to tell when Rafe gets worried about you, his go-to emotion with anyone else is anger but with you it’s different, you get his vulnerable side.

“I’m tired.” You huff and stare at the cut up pancakes on your plate, feeling slightly guilty for not eating them when Rafe had spent the morning cooking for you.

“I guess you did go to bed pretty late last night, you don’t have to eat if you don’t want to.” Rafe assures and plucks the plate from its place in front of you, slipping it into the fridge and instead pulling out a reusable bottle of water he keeps on hand for you. You don’t know when the bottle got bought or what prompted Rafe to get you your own bottle instead of just grabbing one from the cabinets, but you won’t ask, there’s no need to, the fact that he did it is more than enough.

“Do you wanna go lay on the couch? We can watch a movie, have a chill day.” Despite how nonchalant Rafe is trying to sound, you can tell he’s studying your every move to see if something else is wrong or if he’s the one doing something wrong.

He’s been hesitant about taking care of you in certain ways, always checking to make sure that you’re okay, second guessing things under his own anxiety that he’s messed it up, trying to do things perfectly in fear of you leaving and finding a new caregiver because he slipped up. It’ll never be the case and you’ve told Rafe both when little and big that you don’t care if things are perfect, you just want him, in any way shape or form. You think in the past few months he’s been getting better at accepting what you say as truth, but times like this you can see the insecurities poking through.

“Yeah, movie.” Once you have the bottle of water securely in your hands, Rafe comes to scoop you onto his hip. You happily take the physical contact and lean your cheek onto his chest, breathing in his familiar pine scented cologne and snuggling against the soft sleep shirt he still has on.

“The normal?” He asks and sits down on the couch without putting you down, content to hold you throughout the movie- and if he’s being honest it’ll be easier to put you down on a bed if you fall asleep this way, avoids the risk of waking you up by picking you up.

“Yeah.” Your favorite movie is already queued up on the Tv, as it has been since the second week of Rafe stepping in as your caregiver, it’s a small detail but it always makes you smile.

“You can go to sleep, little one.” His hand reaches to lay on the back of your head, thumb rubbing back and forth against your hair as you nod along.

It doesn’t take long for your eyes to slip shut and for Rafe to pull a blanket from the back of the couch around your shoulders. You can feel how he relaxes against the back of the couch once you’ve sunk farther into his chest, finally accepting that being tired really was the only issue. You find it fascinating how expressive Rafe’s body language can be without him knowing, how much him being calm makes you calm, how your body naturally leans into his when you know he needs it and that he subconsciously does the same. It’s a comfort you don’t find with other people, you cherish it with Rafe even if it is just the two of you falling asleep on the couch for an afternoon.

[logansargeantsbabymom]

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i just wanna let you know you're my favourite logan writer and your writing is so good. can't wait for more of 'too good to say goodbye'!!! mwah

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I can't be pregnant right? I mean I had my daughter almost 5 months ago, I’m not ready to be pregnant again.

When Lando brought me back some water, I had him grab me a pair of comfortable clothes because I wanted to “take a shower”. The second Lando closed the door of the bathroom I quickly grabbed the box from the cupboard and pulled out a test.

I let out a shaky breath after I peed on the stick and waited for the results. I just had to wait three minutes for an answer. I heard footsteps coming to the bathroom and I knew I had to hide the test, I just didn’t have anywhere to hide it. I quickly shoved the the test to the back of the cupboard before the door swung open.

“Hey, I couldn’t find the PJs that you like so I brought you one of my shirts and a random pair of your Mickey Mouse shorts. Is that fine?” Lando looked so worried that I randomly got sick.

“Perfect. Thank you” I said as he placed my clothes on the bathroom sink

“Do you want me to help you shower? I know how you get when you’re sick and I don’t want you passing out in the bath again.” It’s true, when I get sick and shower my blood pressure plummets and I go down fast.

“I’m okay, I’ll call out if my blood pressure drops. I promise.” with a quick kiss to my forehead Lando left.

That means only one thing now. Time’s up and I can check the results on the test. I quickly turned on the shower to make it seem like I was about to step in before I bent down to grab the test from the back of the cupboard.

I held the test in my shaky hands, whatever this result was is gonna change my life forever. Either I’m pregnant again but with Lando’s baby this time and I get to have that joy of being pregnant again and giving Lando his first born or I’m not and I want to get pregnant by Lando. I flipped the test over and let out a shaky breath while I read the result.

positive

Holy shit, I’m fucking pregnant again. So many questions have been floating around in my mind like how am I gonna tell Lando, when am I gonna tell Lando, Is he gonna be happy, does he want to be a dad, and more importantly how is Logan going to react? No, stop why are you thinking about Logan? He has no say in any of this. Stop having such a soft spot for him.

I placed the test down on top my clothes while I stepped in the shower. I have to process all this new information before I tell Lando. Maybe I should wait until I know this pregnancy is going to stick. Last thing I want is a Theo 2.0, I don’t want to be happy about this pregnancy and find out the gender of the baby only to lose it in the end.

A soft knock of the bathroom door pulled me out of my thoughts before I heard the door creak open a little and my head shot to look out of the shower curtain to make sure that the pregnancy test is out of eyeshot of Lando in case he poked his head in. Thank god he just opened it enough for me to hear him

“Baby? Are you okay, it’s been 45 minutes?” 45 minutes?! No. I haven’t been that deep in thought, have I?

“Oh sorry, lost track of time. I’m fine, coming out now.” I yelled, trying not to sound nervous. Lando and I have talked about having a kid together but we didn’t think it would happen this fast I mean yeah we fucked raw all the time but Lando almost always pulled out. Only 4 times he hasn’t and that was all in one night, 3 weeks ago. There was no way I’m 3 weeks pregnant, I can’t be.

I mean the test says I am but false positives are a thing. I can't believe it until a doctor confirms it or a bump grows if I wait it out. Having Yelena was such a joy, it still is. That little 5 month girl brings so much joy into my world and she doesn't even know it. She's a little carbon copy of Logan and I love that. I love it because I love Logan. Now imagine a little carbon copy of Lando running around the house? Aww, just makes my heart melt thinking about it. I have so much love in my heart for Lando because I know deep down, he is who I want to spend the rest of my life with. Lando is the one I want to grow old with, I want to share a last name with him, a family, a life. I want to do and have it all and I want it all with Lando.

-

I tried to sneak out of the bathroom and have it go unnoticed by the man who's baby is snug as a bug in a rug in my uterus but to no avail.

"Babe! You had me worried, I thought you went down for the count. I was about to call 911" Lando said as he jogged to where I stood as he pressed both his hands on either side of my face while moving it around inspecting every inch of my face for a scratch tor bruise.

"Lando.." I whispered. Doubt started to seep in as I opened my mouth

"Babe?" Lando's voice barely audible, scared that if he spoke any louder he'd hear words that he never want to hear.

"We need to talk" I didn't make eye contact which only sent him more into the 'we're breaking up' frenzy

"No, please" I could see the tears welling up in his eyes

"No! It's not bad," I started as a faint chuckle leaves my lips "At least I don't think it's bad"

The look in Lando's face told me that he didn't find my little joke funny, he wanted to know what I had on my mind before he would end up being 100% again.

I attempted to grab Lando's hand to guide him to the bed but he wouldn't budge. Exhaling a sigh I just told him as it was

"I'm pregnant" I let his hand go as I searched his face for any type of reaction. I needed something whether it was anger, joy, fear, disgust, I needed SOMETHING. Instead, I was met with a blank and unreadable expression.

As the seconds turned into minutes I started to regret my decision of telling him. I started to doubt whether Lando was ready to be a dad, I mean he takes care of Yelena like she’s his own but to actually have a kid with your own DNA is way different. You have to make decisions for the well being of your child together whereas Lando just asked me if he was able to do whatever with Yelena because she’s my daughter.

“You’re preg- what?” Lando shook his head as if he was trying to refocus his eyes after he spaced out.

There was not many things that could leave Lando speechless and this was one of the many FEW things that did.

“I am pregnant. I’m sorry, I know that we discussed maybe having kids in the future but I didn’t think it was gonna happen this fast. I don’t know if you want a kid and I really don’t want to do half this pregnancy alone again like how it was when I was pregnant with Yelena and I really, REALLY don’t want to have to go through that again but if that’s what you want I will leave and you’ll never have to see me again. Wait that’s actually a lie because I work for you, well technically McLar-” Lando cut me off by smashing his lips to mine and lifting me off the group and spinning us. When he pulled away he had the biggest grin plastered on his face.

“I’m gonna be a dad?! You’re the best thing to ever happen to me, I love you so much. So so so much. Can I kiss the baby?” he gestured to my tummy

“Honey, the baby is nothing but a clump of cells right now” I light chuckle left my lips as I lifted my hands to wipe a few stray tears away from my face that I didn’t know had fallen.

My rebuttal wasn’t enough for Lando though, because he bent down, lifted my shirt just above my tummy and started to whisper sweet nothings to it.

"Hi baby, I'm your dad. You can't hear me but I already love you so much, more than you'll ever comprehend when you're born. I want you to know that I'll protect you forever and I will spoil you rotten, even if your mommy says no. Only with certain things though, she'll kill me.” This ended up going on for about an hour, so much so that while Lando was talking to our soon to be baby he’d actually picked me up and gently placed me on our bed so I didn’t have to stand while he kept talking.

My heart was filled with so much joy and happiness and I wanted to relish in this moment forever. I’d closed my eyes 10 minutes after Lando placed me on the bed and I had my hand in his hair “You’re gonna have the best Aunts and Uncles in the whole world. You’re gonna love your sister, she’s amazing. She’s gonna love you so much, your brother also loves you so much. You’re probably with him right now having a good time. Tell him his mommy and daddy miss him so much.” Lando assumed I was asleep when he said what he said and I tried so hard not to cry.

In that moment, Lando talked about Logan with the most respect than he’d had since before the fight we had.

I think seeing Lando slowly start to forgive Logan has really helped me in my healing process of becoming a new mom and also co-parenting. I would be lying if I said life wasn’t hard right now because it is. It’s terrible right now and I would do anything to change the way I’m feeling but living for Yelena makes all this pain and stress worth it.

I would go through all this pain over and over again even if it gets worse just to give my baby a good life. I would do anything for her and her wellbeing and I know Lando would do the same for our kid.

“My little baby, I would do anything for you. Even if it meant giving up racing, I would do it all for you. I’m so excited to meet you, I already love you so much. You make me want to be a better version of myself and trust me, you’re gonna be the new favorite on the paddock, well, you and Yelena. You both would top Roscoe and Leo” Lando’s hand went to rest on my tummy. Even though he knew he would just be touching fat Lando didn’t want to feel like he was gonna miss any part of this pregnancy. He’d been there for the better half of my pregnancy with Yelena and he’d done any and everything he could’ve to make me feel better. I felt safe with Lando.

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It had been 3 months since I found out I was pregnant, which means I was just starting my second trimester and I’d woken up so drained and nauseous and I had to quickly rush to the bathroom or Lando would be unfortunately the one who had to clean the mess. I slowly made my way out of the bed making sure to take deep slow breaths and tried to distract myself so I wouldn't puke until I got to the toilet but that didn't last long.

"Baby? Is Yelena up?" The thought of responding to Lando was enough to make me want to hurl so I had to run to the bathroom and I just barely made it. After spilling my all my guts into the toilet, I looked over to see Lando holding Yelena, bouncing her up and down while pacing back and forth in our room.

"Did I wake her?" I sounded defeated and that's because I was. I'm in my 2nd trimester of this pregnancy and I'm still getting nauseous in the mornings. My first two pregnancies weren't like how this one is shaping out to be and I can't help but have a bad feeling about it.

"Do you want to get checked out? I read about somethings that could be wrong and I just want make sure the baby is okay, I mean I care about you so much more but I want both of you to be alright." Lando has been my rock throughout this pregnancy, always getting me what I crave even if he knows I won't be able to keep it down, always running hot baths for me, letting me occasionally drive his McLaren.

"Yes please, I don't know how much more of this I can take." I whimpered, it sounded pathetic but I couldn't muster up any energy to sound okay.

No one on the grid or any of the WAGS new I was pregnant. I learned my lesson last time when I told the whole world about my pregnancy with Leo and then had to very publicly grieve with Logan.

"I'll call Logan to take Yelena for the day. I'll tell him you got some type of food poisoning and I have to take you to the hospital." All I could do was muster up a little energy to nod slightly.

Lando had a sad look in his eyes. He looked like he regretted putting his girlfriend through this much pain and agony. Lando was one to always want to take her pain away but right now and until I gave birth, he couldn't.

ten minutes later Lando walked back in the bathroom, where I still laid by the toilet, with Yelena. She looked all cute dressed up in her little Williams outfit that she was gifted from James when I told the world via instagram.

"Logan's 5 minutes out, I'll put her in her play pen and then I'll be back to help you get up and dressed, okay?" Lando took my silence as an agreement and he quickly placed Yelena in the makeshift playpen in her nursery before jogging back to me.

“Okay, cmon up you go.” Lando said as he placed both his arms under mine and clasped his hands together to pull me up “good girl, okay let’s go” we started walking to our room “I’m gonna sit you on the edge of the bed and grab you some comfy clothes okay?” Lando said as he placed me at the end of the bed.

I watched as Lando went to our walk in closet and grabbed me a pair of grey sweatpants and a rhea ripely t-shirt and my favorite pair of socks and crocs.

“Okay Honey, lift your arms. Good girl, okay now I need to to stand up so I can take your shorts off, good good. Thank you honey, okay lift one leg, good. Now the other, amazing. I know you’re exhausted but you’re doing so good for me.” after a few more minutes of him helping me get dressed we heard the doorbell ring.

“COMING!!” Lando screamed before he turned his attention back to me

“Okay honey, Logan’s here so I’m just gonna carry you to the sofa. Okay, up you go.” Lando carried me bridal style to the living room before he opened the door and let Logan come in.

I saw them whisper indistinctively while simultaneously looking in my direction. Logan had a look of pity on his face and I very rarely got that reaction out of him.

“Hi babygirl, I’ve missed you so much!” Logan said as he picked up Yelena and started peppering her with kisses. Logan made his way towards the door but he stopped and turned around and looked at me

“I’m sorry you’re sick. I hope the doctors can help you feel better, Yelena needs her mom to be 100% by the time she leaves her daddy’s house” Logan tried to make a small joke just to take my mind off being sick and part of it worked. A small smile creeped on my face as Logan bid his farewells and took our daughter and left.

Lando pre started the car before he made his way back over to me.

“Okay, up we go again. Good, you’re doing so well for me. We’re almost to the car, just a few more steps,” he unlocked the car and opened the passenger door “In we go, you’re doing so good for me. I love you so much” Lando put my seatbelt on for me before closing the door and jogging to the drivers side and starting driving to the hospital.

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I’d gotten admitted into the hospital about 30 minutes ago and the doctors had hooked me to an IV for fluids and electrolytes, since I couldn’t keep anything down and I was severely dehydrated while they ran several tests to determine what was wrong with me.

After being poked and prodded and waiting for results for what felt like forever, the doctor and his follow student finally came back with some results.

“Hello Ms L/N, as you know we took several tests and at first we couldn’t figure out what was wrong with you but after the most recent test we ran, we found out that you in fact have developed hyperemesis gravidarum, It’s where you have extreme morning sickness during just about all stages of your pregnancy, there is one way to help with that.” The doctor had explained what my condition was

“Well, how can you help my wife? She’s suffering and she’s severely dehydrated, this obviously isn’t good for her or the baby.” Lando is always worried about my health but right now he was 100x more protective of me, probably because I’m carrying precious cargo.

“Well, I can start her right now on this pump that’ll inject her with Zofran which is basically anti-nausea medicine so you’ll be able to eat and drink without throwing it up” The doctor went on to explain the pros and cons of this little device but I was too out of it to listen. The IV that was injecting me with fluids was helping me for sure though, I felt like I had a lot more energy now than I had when I first got admitted.

“Thank you so much Doc. We really appreciate everything you did for us. Oh thank you ms, we really appreciate it” Lando said to the nice student doctor who had just wheeled a wheelchair into the room.

“You’re welcome. Ms L/N, I'm gonna help you up okay, are you okay with me putting my hands here to help you?" The doctors assistant, Kelani asked.

"Yes, that's fine. Thank you" My voice hoarse from vomiting non-stop for just about 4 months on end.

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When we got back home, I felt 30x better. I hadn't felt this good since 2 months after I had Yelena. I felt like myself again and boy was I hungry.

"Hey babe?" I whispered, unsure if Lando was awake seeing as when we got home immediately went to our room to put on a movie and take a nap, I had one hand combing through his curls while my eyes were laser focused on the movie currently playing on the screen. We had put on Captain America: The First Avenger before we took a nap and when I woke up, I saw that we were just about half way through Captain America: The Winter Soldier (my personal favorite movie)

"Yes my love? Are you okay? Are you gonna be sick?" Lando's head immediately shot up assuming the worst

"Quite the opposite actually. I'm starving" I watched as Lando's face contorted in confusion. Ever since I found out I was pregnant I knew it was going to be hard because the first trimester is always tough with all the nausea and not wanting to eat but this pregnancy I didn't want to even look at food because I wanted to vomit. I felt like there was no point in eating or drinking anything if I wasn't going to be able to keep it down and there were times where Lando had to force me to eat.

"Oh! Yes, I'll grab you anything you want. What are you and baby in the mood for? I mean it when I said I'll go anywhere"

"Baby is really in the mood for Wingstop, I don't know, baby's saying something about Mango Habanero wings and Voodoo fries" I chuckle

"Okay, I'll be right back" Lando said as he leaped from the bed and was about to run out of the room

"Wait!" That stopped Lando dead in his tracks "I want to come with"

Lando was quickly right back at my side as he was when he left and he helped me get up from the bed and then we made our way to the front door.

Opening it, we were met with a surprise. Logan was standing there with Yelena in his arms.

"Hey sorry, I ran out of milk for Yelena do you have any frozen breast milk?" Logan asked as he stared at the floor, almost as if he was ashamed to ask his Ex-Girlfriend for food for his baby.

"Oh yeah, let me grab you some. Are you gonna take her this weekend since it's Thursday and this is technically 'your weekend'?" Me and Logan have 'scheduled weekends' that we're supposed to have Yelena ordered by the courts but since we technically work together and we're on good terms, we take turns alternating each week. I started to make my way to the kitchen before stopping dead I my tracks at what Logan said next.

"Yeah, I just wanted to come grab some milk because I know we discussed rarely using formula when you were pregnant with Theo."

Hearing his name always stings, no matter how much time passes.

"Um, yeah. Well- uh here's the milk." I said as I handed Logan a little thermal bag of 10 frozen bags of frozen breast milk.

"Thank you. Sorry to bother you again, say 'bye' to mommy Yelena" Logan poked her tummy with one finger and she lifted her little arm and waved it in my direction.

All I kept thinking was man, I can't wait to relive all these 'first' moments with this baby.

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Lando and I waited about 15 minutes to leave after Logan did. We both made our way to the car in a quiet but comfortable silence.

The Wingstop was about 10 minutes away which only meant one thing "All Too Well (Taylors Version) (10 minute version)"

By the time the song ended we'd already placed the order online and just had to wait until the pickup time to go in.

I think now that this Zofran is kicking in, I'm just so excited to eat.

"C'mon babe, It says it's ready." I sounded more excited than usual and rightfully so; I can (hopefully) actually eat.

We had gone inside hand in hand, Lando went to grab the food while I was getting our drinks. All was going well but I should've known that I couldn't keep my peace and pregnancy a secret for long and this proved it.

In a matter of minutes after grabbing the food, both of our phones were being bombarded with a lot of incoming texts and calls, one of them caught my eye though

Lily: Check your instagram now!

What? I opened instagram scared and when I saw the first thing on my feed I let out the biggest sigh and looked over at Lando who was already looking at me with a deflated look on his face.

"So much for telling them on our own terms eh?"

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Falsify (Yandere Kita)

This was requested in pms on Quotev! 

Title: Falsify

Pairings: Kita Shinsuke x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, amnesiac reader

Summary: You find yourself stricken with amnesia, but thankfully your loving husband is there for you.

falsify

/verb/

alter (information or evidence) so as to mislead

When you awoke, there was a certain blankness that you felt inside. You didn’t know where you were or even who you were.

The room you were in was small, only really fitting the bed you were lying on and an armchair next to it. The bed was soft, and you found yourself wondering who you shared it with, if there was anyone at all. You lifted your head from the pillow and winced- pain ripped through your head, making you lie back down and let out a soft cry. 

You raised a hand to your head and found bandages wrapped around it. So you had been injured? Was that why you couldn’t remember anything?

The door to the room creaked open suddenly and you jumped in surprise. A man poked his head into the room, his white-and-black hair framing worried brown eyes.

“(Y/n), how are you doing?” his voice was hesitant and quiet, as though he expected you to start yelling at him.

“(Y/n)? Is that my name?” you muttered, pressing your hand against the bandages around your head again. The man’s eyes widened and his mouth parted in shock.

“You… you don’t remember?” he asked, “Do you remember me?”

“No, I’m sorry…” you apologized, “I don’t remember anything.”

The man was quiet for a moment before explaining, “I’m your husband, Kita. You fell down the stairs and hit your head. I was so worried, I thought you had-” he choked up, eyes flooding with tears.

“I’m married?” you wondered, “But I don’t have a ring.”

“It must have fallen off,” Kita said, reaching for your hand, “If I can’t find it, I’ll get you a new one.”

You couldn’t help but notice his ring finger was bare too.

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Kita was a doting husband, that much you could admit. He had found the ring that had fallen off your finger and, by God, it had a huge diamond.

He cooked every meal for you, bought you gifts, and took such good care of you. There was only one downside to your relationship with him.

He never let you leave the house.

You offered to go shopping with him, begged him to let you be a part of society once more, but he always had an excuse. Even though your head had healed, he insisted on you “resting”. Which basically meant staying in your room for eternity.

“Why won’t you let me leave the house, Kita?” you asked, swirling your fork through the scrambled eggs he had served for breakfast.

Kita was quiet, sitting across the oak wood table, watching you closely.

“It’s not like I’m going to run away,” you joked. Kita stiffened for a moment before relaxing.

“I know you won’t,” he responded, but offered no explanation, as always. You sighed and slid down in your seat, pushing your half-eaten meal to the side.

Kita frowned at your disappointment, “You know I love you, don’t you?”

“I love you too,” you replied, the words feeling foreign on your tongue, despite the number of times you had said it. He really was an amazing husband, even if he wouldn’t let you leave, so who were you to argue? Everyone had their flaws, Kita’s was just being a little possessive, right?

“Our anniversary is next week,” Kita said, “I was thinking we could go on a vacation.”

“Out of the house?” you gasped.

“Out of the house,” Kita confirmed with a smile. You beamed back at him, he really was the perfect husband.

To Kita, your amnesia was the best thing that had ever happened. Before your accident while trying to escape, you had been so disobedient and furious that he had kidnapped you. Now, you truly believed that the two of you were married, when that wasn’t the case at all.

All he had to do was reward you every once in a while, and you’d stick by his side forever, wouldn’t you? You’d believe his lie because he was all you had.

He could pretend to be the good guy, the loving, doting husband, when the truth was that he was a monster that had torn you away from everything you once knew.

Not that you’d ever find out, if he had his way.

[nsharks]

My request is a bit odd, but could you do a ghost x reader where it's late at night drinking coffee/tea and there just talking about soft things, specifically the reader just saying. " I'm really glad to have met you. " And ghost scoffs " why are you saying as if your going to die?"

“soft ramblings over tea” includes: fluff, simon opening up, tw death words: 1.2k

It’s the night before Simon has to leave you, yet again.

Because that’s what your relationship with him is; a series of lows whenever he has to leave, and peaks of elation whenever he comes back to you.

He’s been trying to distract you from the reality of it all day. Doing the laundry with you (your favorite chore), ordering pizza, putting on that new film you’d wanted to see. But now the night has started to set, and he’s got to check his bag to make sure he has everything he needs.

You’ve offered to help with going over the checklist.

He shakes his head, telling you, “Make us some tea. I’ll be done soon.”

You boil the water and find two mugs. Hearing the sounds of him shuffling around as he packs invites a hot, stinging moisture to your eyes. He’s so much better at this than you are. You wonder if it will ever get easier. After two years, you decide that even with all the challenges your relationship has brought, saying goodbye like this was easily the worst one.

Soon, the house will be empty. His scent in the sheets will fade.

You pick out the tea bags: earl grey for him, chamomile for yourself.

Simon’s just finished zipping up his bag when you walk in the bedroom with the two warm mugs in tow.

“Perfect timing,” he rasps, but quickly notices the faded redness in your eyes. Instead of commenting on it, he decides to pat the bed. “Come on, sit here with me.”

Handing him his mug, you sit on the bed next to him. His body radiates almost as much heat as the tea, and it relaxes you. You sit with your legs crossed, knee touching his, and both of you are already in your pajamas for the night. You’re certain you won’t be getting good sleep, if any.

“Do you remember when we first met?” Simon asks, splaying a hand over your knee. He lifts his mask up just to take a sip from his mug.

“It’s not something I like to remember,” you utter, a flush to your cheeks. “I nearly ran you over with my bike.”

“Coordination isn’t your thing, pet,” he hums low. “Can’t complain, can we? Led to good things.”

He’s distracting you, but you welcome it. He rubs his rough thumb over your skin and tells you about little things that he’s never mentioned before. Seeing you as the sad one, stuck in your thoughts, urges Simon to do the talking for once. He tells you how he remembers what clothes you were wearing that day you’d met, and how he remembers you telling him all the names of your childhood pets one time and that he can list them all back to you.

“What?” You shake your head. “No, there is no way you were actually listening to all that.”

“You think I don’t listen?” he huffs. Eyebrow raised, Simon informs you, “I’ve got a damn good memory. That bunny of yours, the one that ran away, was named Shoeshine.”

Your tongue pokes your cheek. “And the goldfish?”

“Easy,” Simon says plainly. “Tolstoy, for some reason.”

“He just looked like a Tolstoy to me,” you whisper through a sheepish smile. Distracting you seems to be another one of Simon’s precise talents, or maybe you’re an easy target, because now your chest is fluttering and the redness in your eyes is gone.

Now that you’ve softened, you start to do the talking. You tell him about your cousin’s engagement party next weekend. How excited you are to see your family members after so long, and how you’re pretty sure your cousin is actually just pregnant (“she’s only been seeing the bloke for six months”).

Simon is listening carefully, his eyes thoughtful, before he comments, “I’ve never met your family.”

“I wasn’t sure if you felt comfortable with that,” you explain to him, finishing the last sip of your tea. “Do you want to meet them?”

“Maybe I should,” he grumbles, though he’s already thinking about how he would have to do some serious mental preparation for that. “I mean, you don’t have to meet mine since they’re dead.”

You flinch. “Simon…”

“Just a fact,” he says, shrugging, and he was always saying that when he mentioned something dark so casually. “Do you… what do you think your family would think of me?”

You set your empty mug on the bedside table. “They would think you are a good man,” is all you say, because you know he’s probably overthinking it.

Sure, you’ll have to explain some things about him and your relationship before he met them. Particularly, why you’ve kept him hidden for over two years. And maybe also the mask that he wears. But your family would accept him just as you have.

Simon is about to say something when you scoot closer to him and peak into his mug. “You’ve got a lot left there,” you hum. “Could I try some of yours?”

Eyes flashing to the cup you just set down, he groans and pinches your hip. “You always do this. Finish yours and then come for mine.”

“You drink it so slow.”

“Fuckin’ hell, take a sip.”

After he offers you his mug, you somehow end up in his lap. Legs tucked to your chest and your head resting on his, you listen to the rhythmic sound of his heart as he silently finishes his tea.

The sound of it in your ear is enough to bring the impending thoughts back to you. His heartbeat calms you as much as it terrifies you. Somehow, it has grown to have so much power over you. If it stopped, if he didn’t come back to you this time, you wouldn’t know what to do with yourself. You would become a ghost of yourself, you think. Barely there.

It’s when your eyes start to flutter that you mumble to him, “Please don’t die on me.”

It’s weird to hear you say it. Simon can’t remember anyone else being so desperate for his survival. He’s finally got a reason to care about it himself: having you to come home to was one hell of a motivator.

“Don’t plan on it,” Simon says, planting a firm kiss to your forehead.

“I’m…” you reopen your eyes so you can look up at him. Fingers twisting the fabric of his thermal, you whisper, “I’m so glad to have met you…”

“Hey now,” Simon scoffs. “Why are you talking like that? Like you’re gonna die or something.”

You let out a small laugh, pitiful and playful, as you feel him cup your cheek.

“No one’s dying, yeah? Don’t be dramatic. You’ll be here when I get home, right where I left ya.”

[corrodedbisexual]

The original plushie

Steddie | G | ~4.1k | AO3 link

This fanart of Eddie sleeping with a bunch of stuffed toys by @baleful-blurbs infected my brain and refused to leave until this ridiculous fluffy thing got written 😭 Please make sure to reblog those wonderful sketches to support the artist who inspired the plushie silliness♥️

Featuring: Tooth-Rotting Fluff, seriously beware of cavities, Light Angst, Plushies, Childhood Memories, POV Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, Steve Harrington Has Bad Parents, Good Parent Wayne Munson, Requited Love, Cuddling, Getting Together, Boys In Love

The mortifying ordeal of Eddie's crush discovering his secret plushie cuddle nest turns out to be not so mortifying after all. Steve even starts borrowing said plushies to take back home with him; some time later, Eddie finds out why.

Snippet under the cut

“Who’s this?” Steve asks, grinning as he pokes at the teddy’s ridiculous smiley face. 

“Oh. That’s… that’s Mr. Boogers.” Eddie huffs and rolls his eyes. “Please don’t ask.”

Still grinning, Steve turns to him. “Well, now you know I gotta.” 

Eddie groans, rubbing a hand across his flustered face, and figures he might as well tell the story now that he’s dug his own grave. “He was, uh… kinda defective from the start, there were some stitches loose around his nose and there was stuffing coming out of it, like… well…”

Steve giggles. “Boogers. Gotcha.” 

“Yeah. Wayne grumbled about it and wanted to ask for a different one, but I was already in love with this one and clung to him and refused to trade. Cos like, you know how plushies of the same type are supposed to be identical but they’re really not ? And one of them has that perfect face and the others just seem off?” 

Eddie blushes, thinking now would be the moment he finally gets ridiculed for being twenty years old and having strong opinions on plushie faces of all things, but Steve just smiles and nods.

“Yeah, I know exactly what you mean. I once spilled some gouache on a Mickey Mouse I owned and instead of washing him, mom just bought me a new one of the same series.” Steve sighs. “It was obvious 'cos his eyes were a little closer together and his smile wasn’t crooked to the left. I knew he wasn’t the same Mickey.” 

Again, Eddie’s heart aches for little Steve, like pretty much any time the boy reveals stories from his childhood in a tone too lighthearted for the words spoken, in Eddie’s opinion. Rich people really don’t value anything, huh. (With Steve being the obvious exception.)

“Yeah, see? You get it!” Eddie exclaims, pointing at Steve and putting more excitement into the words than he feels. Mostly, he just feels relieved and pleasantly surprised at how unexpectedly he and Steve managed to bond over their shared fondness for their childhood toys. “So anyway, Wayne relented and we took this funny guy home, my uncle patched him up, but the nickname stuck. Mr. Boogers. Boogie for short.”

Steve laughs again, but there’s nothing malicious about it as he looks back to the teddy in his lap and flicks his ear.

“Nice to meet you, Boogie,” he says with an affectionate smile that makes Eddie want to burrow his face into the mattress and giggle like an idiot. 

And maybe scream a little, because what the fuck. It should be illegal for your crush to talk cute to your goddamn childhood plushies.  

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[mybutcheredtongue]

I'll Love You 'til the Grass Around My Gravestone is Deceased

harry potter timeline sirius black x fem!reader

CHAPTER THIRTEEN (see full series here)

1993

The school year draws to a close, with the school still chattering away about Sirius. You spend it relatively simply, teaching the last of your classes and then finally handing out end-of-year exam results. You're glad to see Hermione gets an almost perfect score — and Ron and Harry do...well, they do okay. You make a mental note to start buckling down on their incessant chatting during class.

You also spend it full of worries. Your every waking moment seems to be consumed with thoughts about Sirius. He's out there, all alone, on the run — you can't imagine how he's feeling right now. It ties knots in your stomach. You just want to grab and hold him, caress his soft, smooth skin, run your hands through his silky curls —

You miss him.

You sit in your compartment on the Hogwarts Express, flicking through the latest edition of The Quibbler. It's quite a unique little publication, very quirky. Luna Lovegood, one of your second years — her dad is the editor, so you decided to pick up the magazine after she recommended it to you once.

You're currently skim-reading a very in-depth article about some sort of creature called an 'epippinpor', when the door to your compartment slides open and Harry pokes his head inside.

"Harry!" you greet. "Need something?"

He holds out a folded piece of parchment, smiling. "Padfoot."

You take the parchment from him as he leaves, closing the door again. You beam excitedly, throwing down The Quibbler and pulling the parchment into your lap. Dubh gets up and starts to sniff the parchment curiously and you giggle, full of giddiness like you're a young teenager again.

My darling love,

I hope you get this before you've left Hogwarts, otherwise it may be quite some time before this letter reaches you. I decided to put your letter in with Harry's, because I'm sure your post is being monitored.

Buckbeak and I are in hiding, so you don't need to worry. I have so many questions to ask you, so many things to tell...I guess they'll just have to wait. I miss you, my love, just like you miss the stars during the daytime.

I hope I haven't lost my romantic flair.

Also, you're a professor now? Very professional, Professor Black. I suppose it does have a pretty sweet ring to it. And Astronomy, too? I'm still your favourite star, right?

You snort, rolling your eyes. Typical. You can just imagine his face when he wrote that: signature smirk, maybe a wink.

Can I get a kiss for that when we reunite again?

Typical!

I wish I could be with you this summer. At our home. Also...do you have a cat? I thought I saw you with a cat. Come on, love, we are obviously a dog home!

I miss you so much. I miss your voice, your warmth, your beautiful face, your kisses. Especially the last one. It's not easy to go twelve years without a single kiss...even if the Dementors offered me several. I love you with all of my heart. If you need me for anything, Harry's owl will find me. All my love, Sirius. P.S. I love you. I can't wait to see you again.

You smile at the letter, eyes tracing the edges of his scratchy handwriting. Your stomach is full of fluttering butterflies and it really does feel like you're a schoolgirl again. You re-read the letter several times, smiling especially wide when he says he loves you or compliments you.

No, Sirius. You didn't lose your romantic flair. Not one bit.

You reach out to pet Dubh, still holding the letter in your hand.

Maybe next year will be a little different.

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"Here you go," you say, handing Remus his cup of tea. He accepts it, careful not to spill a drop, and gives you a grateful smile.

"Thanks."

"So, any news?" You ask, pulling your legs up onto the couch and folding them in beside you as you look at the man in front of you. You're sitting in your living room, a wonderfully cosy little room, warmed by soft rays of August sunshine. There's green plants dotted around, and the walls have photos and beautiful paintings decorating it. There's even a few of Remus' original paintings up there!

One big hobby of Remus' is painting, though he is very secretive about it. He paints beautiful landscapes and still-lifes...it calms him.

One particular painting catches your eye. You had once asked him to paint you a nice, simple picture of pottery. A jug, a bowl, a plate...just general pottery works. It's quite nice.

Remus shrugs. "Nothing really since last we spoke. How are your parents?"

You stayed with your parents last week. Dubh had been put into Remus' care, as she always is, and she always comes back a little fatter than before because Remus is a big softie.

"They're grand, yeah," you reply with a shrug. "I told them everything that happened and honestly they were pretty nonchalant about it all, you know how they are...Mam thought I was very stressed and made me one of her special herbal teas and honestly, it was amazing. Felt young again."

"You are young," Remus says with a sigh.

"Sure don't feel it," you say bitterly. "Could do with a dose of that special tea every morning."

"So this tea isn't special?" Remus asks, gesturing to the cup in his hand.

"Not at all," you reply with a short chuckle. "I asked her what she puts in it, and she said it was an 'age-old secret only passed down when the last generation has ceased and the next lives on'. She's lying, of course, she's only saying that to be mysterious. I'm beginning to think that it's just the placebo effect."

Remus nods thoughtfully. "I think I'm going to trust your mother's words and say it is an age-old secret."

"Suck up."

He raises his mug and gives you a mocking smile. You sigh.

"And," you continue, "Dad took me to the muggle cinema, and we seen this film called 'Mrs Doubtfire'. Moony, when I tell you I sobbed — Merlin, muggles sure know how to make an emotional impact. I'm beginning to think that truly, wizards aren't better than muggles because they get to have cool films and we don't. It's unfair, really, if you think about it."

"'Mrs Doubtfire'? What was it about?" Remus asks.

"A woman called Mrs Doubtfire, obviously," you say and he rolls his eyes. "But turns out it's not actually a woman, it's this guy whose wife divorced him and can barely see his kids, so he pretends to be their babysitter and puts on a wig and a mask and fake tits and everything — "

"And that made you cry?"

"It was emotional! Then he gets caught and can only see the kids with someone supervising the visits! Isn't that sad, Moony? It's much sadder in the movie."

He raises his eyebrows, humming in weak agreement. "Right."

You scoff, sighing. "Anyway...Quidditch World Cup is coming up! And guess who's going?"

"You? No way, how did you get tickets?" Remus asks in shock.

You grin. "Minerva McGonagall, the gem that she is! Sent me a letter yesterday morning. Said she happened upon two tickets and asked me to go with her."

"I didn't know the two of you were such good friends."

You shrug. "Sometimes it can be a bit odd because she used to be my teacher, y'know — but she's such fun to be around. I mean, I've told you before that we have tea together sometimes."

He nods thoughtfully. "Mhm, yes, I remember."

"Anyway, I'm really looking forward to it! I wish I could bring you with me," you say with a small apologetic smile.

Remus waves you off. "It's a full moon. I daresay I might steal the spotlight off the teams if I attend."

You laugh. "That may be so."

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→→ read chapter fourteen here!

sorry for the extra-short chapter...just wanted to draw this year to a close. Goblet of fire next!!!

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[sensei-venus]

-(Robby x Chubby!Short!Reader x Demetri)

(Unedited) (Very Short Imagine, Mentions of Reader being short, Robby and Reader are married, hinted bi Robby and Demetri, not to explicit start too a threesome, Monster Dick!Demetri.)

I kinda like the idea that one day Reader confides in her husband, Robby, that she has thought about maybe having a threesome. She's very embarrassed about the thought but can't help herself by telling her loving husband about it. Of course Robby is shocked but he can't deny that the new idea sounds fun. They talk about it for a little while and agree they would both be open to having another guy join them in bed.

Robby likes the idea of exploring his sexuality and if Reader is okay with it then he is happy to let them both indulge in something new.

They didn't bring it up again for a few months. It's on the back of their mind for the time being, work and home life being at the main front.

Then one day after a very very long day of work Robby texts Reader that he has a surprise. She's getting home late from work, the moon is already high in the sky. She's just a little giddy at the text, wondering what he could be planning for her. So when she puts her key in the front door and unlocks it then walks in to find a nice pair of new langerat on the hallway table she's blushing up a storm.

Her cheeks are warm as she reads the small note on top of the lacy outfit “ Put this on and come to the bedroom for your big surprise, xoxo~” with a small heart at the end. She quickly strips down in the middle of the hallway and slips the little fabric on.

The whole thing barely covers her up in any way. Skimpy mesh fabric cups hardly keep her tits in, they practically spill out of the sides. Her nipples are on full display as they poke out of the see-through mesh. The panties that barely cover her already moist pussy are the same. Her belly spills over the waistband just enough.

But she doesn't give it a second thought because she knows Robby loves that.

She giggles a little as she tip toes around the apartment. Trying her best to quickly and get to their bedroom. Quietly she opens the door slowly, resting her weight on the door frame as she strikes a little pose for Robby. She wants to try and put on a show for him when she enters.

Her eyes go wide and her face gets even warmer as she realizes Robby is not the only one in their room.

Demetri sits on their bed next to Robby.

His pale face a mix of pink and red that travels down to his chest. His eyes are half-lidded as Robby palms his hard dick though his boxers. He's moaning as the shorter boy plays with his cock. Robby smirks as he feels up the boy, his own dick standing at attention in his briefs. A small wet spot starts on the front of the tight gray fabric. Suddenly his eyes are on her while he still entertaining Demetri with his palm.

“Look who decided to finally join us, I was getting worried.” his voice purees. Demetri whimpers as Robby takes his hand away. He gets up and slowly walks over to Reader, holding her chubby sides in his hands and squeezing. He kisses up her neck.

“Iv see how you look at him when we all hang out, it's been like that for years now. You don't have to hide that you find him attractive because so do I. I knew he would be the perfect person to bring into our bedroom. When I corned him he didn't even deny it. He's been looking at us for years too. It's kinda cute when you think about it.”

Readers ears are on fire at his words, her eyes darting over to find Demetri looking everywhere but them. Her pussy starts to tingle as she watches him fidget. He's too nervous to even look at them right now.

The one thing that's has Reader on edge is what she sees when she starts really looking at Demetri’s boxers. He's huge and as just knows it. From just the bulge going on in his loose boxers who knows he's really big. She can see the way his erection pushes at the waistband. There is no telling how much he is really packing until they get those boxers off him. This same thought also has Reader clamping her thighs shut just a little, a spark of fear running through her body.

She whispers “I-I love the thought you put into this and you are right, I have always found Demetri attractive but…Robby oh my god he's huge!” she practically hisses.

“I'm not saying that to be funny or even embarrassed! Robby, he's almost a foot taller than you, and I'm smaller than you! I don't know if I can even handle him on a good day.” she felt her body shift a little. Robby was a good few inches taller than she was and she was okay with that. Not to mention how dick was nice if not a little above average for his size. She likes that because for one it was always easy to get started and the most important part is that there was little pain when having sex.

If Demetri was packing anything that would make him proportional to his height, then he had a monster in his pants which honestly frightened the smaller girl.

“Trust me I know but I already talked to him about it. He's not expecting you to take him completely, at least not tonight that is. He's not going to make you hurt yourself just to take all of him on the first try. This is all just for fun remember~ now let's have some fun why don't we?” he grins down at her.

She gulps as she looks back to Demetri.

Maybe they could at least try and have some fun, at least once. Maybe they might actually like it.

[probably-writing-x]

Bundle of Joy

Summary:

Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy, I think that is all

Author’s Note: Thank you for the support and your requests recently, I love you all <3

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“I’m just saying, like, it’s a boy, it would be rude to not call it Drew, right?” Your boyfriend comments from beside you as he opens your door in the car, stepping back to let you get out.

“Please don’t suggest that they call him Drew,” You laugh, “Because then they’re going to be disappointed when they have to tell you his actual name.”

Drew scrunches his face in that way that makes him look pouty and adorable, “You’re crushing my dreams.”

The two of you were walking across the parking lot towards the hospital, on your way to see his sister. You’d got the call a few hours ago that she’d had the baby and Drew had been on the phone to the hospital straight away to find out when was the earliest time he could visit. You’d stopped at the mall on the way here and Drew now had a green stuffed dinosaur under his arm, a congratulations balloon bouquet floating up from one of his hands, and the biggest card he could find in the store. You had a bag filled with a grey blanket, the softest one in the shop, and a few outfits. Drew had picked out a pair of trainers too that matched a pair he owned - yes the baby wouldn’t care, but the look on Drew’s face was too priceless to turn down.

He’s keeping up with the pace of your steps beside him but you can tell he’s fighting off the urge to run off and find his sister’s room as soon as possible. Whenever the thought of what had just happened crossed his mind, a grin spilled onto his face.

“Are you excited?” You smile at him.

Drew turns around to you and grins brightly, “I get to be an uncle!”

You laugh at him and the two of you go through the double glass doors that lead onto the maternity ward.

“Okay she said they’re in room 215,” Drew mentions, tucking the dinosaur under his other arm so that he can lace his fingers with yours.

You lift your interlocked hands and point out a finger in the direction of a sign reading 201-250, “This way babe.”

When you two get to the right door, Drew pulls back on your hand a little as he stops in his tracks.

“What’s up?” You frown at him, “It’s this one.”

He lets out a breath, “Why am I nervous?” He laughs through it but you can see the slightest hint of worry in his eyes.

“Come on, Uncle Drew, you’ve got a nephew to meet,” You squeeze his hand, releasing it to knock gently on the door and open it.

His sister and her husband, are both in the bed, he is perched on the side with his arm around her. In her arms is a small bundle, all wrapped in blue with a tiny white hat just poking over the top. Drew is stood behind you and his face falls into the softest his features can become, his eyes bright like he is sure nothing can be more perfect.

“Hi!” Drew’s sister grins, looking insanely put together for a girl who had just given birth.

“Oh my god congratulations!” Drew beams and his brother in law gets up to give him a hug, “We bought you some bits.”

“Some is an understatement,” The man laughs, taking the balloons and the toy from Drew who goes over to his sister to give her a cautious hug.

“How is he? How are you?” Drew asks, speaking quietly like he’s terrified of being heard.

“He’s good, we’re both doing okay, just tired,” The new mother smiles, “Do you want to hold him?”

Drew looks at her like she’s just asked him to take on his worst fear, that worry returning to his eyes, all words slipping away from him.

“Here, sit down, I’ll pass him to you,” Her husband encourages him and waits as Drew sits in the visitor’s chair beside the bed.

He holds out his arms as his brother-in-law hands over the baby, careful and delicate like he’s the most fragile thing in the world, the most precious. You walk over and stand beside the chair, putting an arm around Drew’s shoulders so that you can lean over and see the little bundle in his arms.

Drew looks up at you with tears spilling over his eyes, threatening to fall, “He’s so small.”

You laugh lightly and look up to both of them, Drew’s sister’s expression matching that of his own.

“So have you guys thought of a name yet?”

“Yeah, we have, actually,” He smiles, “His name is Leo.”

“Oh my god it’s perfect,” You respond, “Leo Davila.”

“Leo Drew Davila,” The Mom comments, pursing her lips like she is preparing for the reaction already.

Drew looks up and his lips part like he has lost his ability to reply, “Wh-“ He looks back at you quickly like he’s making sure he hasn’t misheard, “Are you serious?”

“Yeah, I mean, who better to name him after, right?” His sister laughs, “And… we actually have a question to ask you guys, if you don’t mind.”

You frown a little but there’s a weird fluttering in your chest like you’re certain of what’s about to be said. You knew how close Drew and his sister were, and how much he would care for this baby as if it were his own, but it is still a shock when you hear the words -

“We wanted to know whether you guys would be his godparents?” His brother-in-law smiles, looking between the two of you and then back to his wife.

“Us?” You croak out, sure that you’ll cry if you try to speak any more.

“Yeah, both of you. I know I couldn’t imagine anyone else being his godfather, and (Y/N) you’ve become like a sister to me, I couldn’t have anyone better,” She smiles, “Obviously you can say no but I just know that Leo would be in safe hands with you two.”

“Of course we will, we’d love to,” Drew stutters over his words, looking up at you again, “Godparents has a nice ring to it.”

“Thank you so much guys,” You say, going over to hug them both.

“Here, do you want to hold him, babe?” Drew offers, standing up cautiously and slowly from the chair.

You nod and take the baby from his arms, conscious as you rest his head over the crook of your elbow, his tiny form fitting into one of your arms as the other one draws around him to encase him in your hold. His eyes are closed and the hat on his head covers the majority of the dark strands of hair on his scalp. His lips are parted just slightly and there’s a little redness in his cheeks, like a warmth. You draw a hand up to his and tickle at his chest and arm. At the movement, his tiny hand moves just slightly and wraps around your finger. You can feel the tears in your eyes blurring your vision but you can’t bring your eyes to pull away from him.

“I think he likes you,” She grins, “Drew you might have some competition for favourite.”

Drew laughs, raspy like his voice is still laced with emotion, “I think I’ll accept the defeat to (Y/N).”

He steps over to you and wraps an arm around your waist. You settle your head on his shoulder and the both of you look down at Leo like he’s the most precious thing you’ve ever seen. Sure now more than ever that you would make certain he grew up knowing how much his auntie and uncle loved him - no matter what.

“You three look adorable,” His sister grins, “It has to be you two next, doing all of this.”

Drew looks down at you and you tilt your chin to look up at him as he says, “Yeah, maybe.”

You narrow your eyes at him, “You gotta put a ring on it first, Starkey.”

He laughs and it rumbles through his chest against your head, “Yeah, yeah, I’m working on it.”

In that moment, you can picture it all. Everything you’d seen from the sidelines for Drew’s sister and her husband, you could see it all for you and Drew. A lifetime forever that would be shared with your own versions of the little bundle of joy wrapped in your arms. You lean into Drew a little closer and he tightens his hold on your waist, like you’ve just confirmed your entire future together in no more than a few moments.

[laurasauras]

rose lalonde. that's it, that's the question.

isn't it just! god i love rose.

it's that she's one of those girls who pretends she has it all together, who thinks she's worth more because she is witty and can come up with brilliant burns exactly on cue, but she's also the girl who pretended her cat could talk to her and who would pretend to have a magnetic W as a mustache and is 13 and was probably making potions in the mud with a stick last week.

she's as cool and calm as a forest pond, and you know there are depths there but you assume those depths are things like "can commune with gods (really)" and "maybe she's telling the truth when she says she's read proust". and then you're 14 and so is she and you're finding out that the depths are "she learned how to cope with being bored and isolated and doomed from a mother she maybe shouldn't have forgiven".

and oh, i have all the pity in the world for momlonde. how awful to be put on this planet to raise a child who will end the world before creating a new one? how could you make friends under those circumstances, knowing they would all die because of what the universe has planned for your little girl? how could you sleep at night knowing that at the very least she'll be traumatised, but it's much more likely that she'll just be dead.

but rose didn't know any of that.

rose just knew that her mother wasn't around, not even to make sure she had the capacity to feed herself, let alone making sure that she was.

she knew that if she screamed that she wanted to kill herself or jammed needles in a (dead) powerpoint, her mother wouldn't talk to her, but she might be given a pony or something.

she knew that the only time her mother was around was when she was drunk, and when she was drunk she would be able to tell rose that she loved her and that she was perfect, and maybe she was merry or maybe she was crying but whatever it was, it was fucking hard to trust. because being sober next to a drunk person's sincerity is unbearable. you know that if they weren't drunk they wouldn't be crying or saying all of that, so it doesn't fucking count. and if you were so perfect and loved, then why would she even need to drink. you're 10 years old and you're supposed to be the centre of your mother's whole life, but you're not and you never have been. you're just the inconvenient kid she remembers when her breath stinks and she can't pronounce your name anymore.

and when you're 14 and she's dead and you're staring at the code you found while trying to make apple juice for someone who is your family (but you can't express your love for him), you remember being 4 and standing in her high heels, your ankles barely poking out of the toe of the shoe. and now they fit pretty damn well.

you're on a journey you can't speed up, knowing that at the end of all this bullshit that doesn't matter the people closest to you might be hurt, might be dead, and the air smells just a little bit doomed ... and in that golden window after two drinks but before five, your mom was charming and funny and beautiful, and she could actually say what she felt. if you're going on your first date with a woman who might make the meaningless tedium worth it, maybe you could use a little of that.

BUT ROSE ISN'T JUST HER TRAUMA!

Rose Is The Flame I Am Drawn To. She Makes Me Feel More Alive Just By Glancing At Me. I Am Bewitched By Her Intelligence And Electrified By Her Humour And Devoted To Her, Just Her, Everything That She Is

rose acts like shes a princess and like the rest of us should feel grateful that she even notices we exist but when you get down to it no one carries a bit like her. she matches me every goddamn step no matter what and she gets what its like to care without making some kind of deal about it

rose is just kind of a dork. it's funny how everyone thinks she's scary. okay, so in a battle between chuck norris and rose lalonde, chuck is going home crying about his kicked nuts and his mommy issues, but just because rose is badass doesn't mean she isn't also the kind of girl who snorts milk through her nose laughing at me pretending to be a walrus with breadsticks. last week. we are 40.

(dear god i'm sorry about the inaccuracy of those text colours, it hurts me too)

so yeah. rose lalonde. that's it, that's the answer.

[realcube]

˖°.𓆩♡𓆪 .°˖ CHARACTER GENERATOR for @isadollie

𓆩♡𓆪 part of my lovers level — 3k follower event

𓆩♡𓆪 chosen trope: best friends to lovers

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ YOUR CHARACTER IS...

TADASHI YAMAGUCHI

YOU: [video of one of those really tiny cats waddling around] TADASHI: LOL that reminds me of the cat i saw at the park the other day 😂 so cute YOU: what!? you went to the park without me?! 😭🥺 TADASHI: just on a walk 😓 we can go tomorrow morning if you want? YOU: yes pls! TADASHI: okay 😄 see you then!

the next day, at around 10AM, there is a gentle knock at your door. you knew it was yamaguchi because he texted that he was on his way over, so you were ready by the door, hurriedly pulling your shoes on while clumsily unlocking the door.

once it swings open, you flash him a brief smile, while yamaguchi is already beaming at you. "ready to go?" he asks.

exiting the house, you fumble with your keys a bit as you lock the door behind you, then stuff them into your bag again. "yes!" you nod firmly, happily skipping off to the pavement, and yamaguchi hastily follows suit.

"did you remember your phone?" he inquires with a polite smile.

your eyes widen as you frantically pat down your pockets, then rummage through your bag. thankfully you didn't have to poke around much before you found it, "yes, i did." you huff a faint sigh of relief out from your nose.

"that's good." yamaguchi knows that you like to double-check these things so it's become second nature to him to prompt you. not that he minds, in fact, he finds it pretty endearing how thorough you are. "anyway, the weather is perfect today. sunny but breezy and not too warm. we should go for walks more often." he muses as the two of you head down the street together, with the park in mind as the destination.

"and spend more time with you than i already have to? no thanks." you say, half-joking. because although it's true that you and yamaguchi are already together quite a lot — at college or otherwise — you didn't mind at all. he was your best friend after all and you enjoyed every second you spent with each other, but you liked teasing him even more.

tadashi furrows his eyebrows, and retorts, "you're the one who got mad when i went to park without you!"

"because how dare you!"

tadashi playfully rolls his eyes at you, and as you are approaching the park, he notices a bulletin board adjacent to the entrance, filled with fliers and posters about events happening in the surrounding community. changing the subject almost immediately, he says, "let's see what's there." and you hum in agreement.

you both approach the conjested board and search through the dozens of paper for anything that interests the two of you.

"look! for you and tsukishima." you jokingly motion to a promotional poster for the local boy scouts patrol.

yamaguchi chuckles, then goes back to looking through the board. "what about this for you?" he shows you a advertisement for a party entertainers company that is looking to recruit princesses for kids parties.

you start to laugh at the joke but it slowly fades away as you notice yamaguchi doesn't reciprocate. in fact, he is looking at you with gooey eyes and an soft smile that doesn't falter, which gives you the inkling that he might be serious "do you really think they'd hire me as a princess?"

yamaguchi shrugs, eyes shifting back onto the bulletin board, "yeah, why not? you're pretty and kind. those are the only requirements."

you bite your lips and furrow your eyebows, unsure of the sensations that stirred inside you upon hearing him call you that, but you try your best to brush it off for now.

though it's not long before yamaguchi turns to you again, showing you a new poster, "hey, look! our college is having bake-off."

you quickly peek over, excited at the prospect of a fun anf friendly competition where you get to eat dessert at the end. but your face soon dropped into a frown as you read the flier and realised, "tadashi, only couples are allowed to compete in pairs."

"i wouldn't mind entering with you." he immediately replies.

"i appreciate that," you smile gently, standing shoulder to shoulder with him and looking into his eyes, "but we shouldn't lie about being a couple just to qualify. that's silly. and if they find out, it'd be embarrassing."

"i mean— we don't have to lie—" tadashi gulps, wide-eyed with his gaze fixated on the board before him, unable to muster up the courage to face you, "—we could compete as a couple for real."

you stare wordless at the side of his face, where you can see a red hot blush creeping up his neck to his freckled cheeks. amidst the silence, he glances at you out of the corner of his eyes and tenses up, then splutters, "bu— but we don't have to if you don't want to! it was just a suggestion. i know we're friends and if you don't want to ruin that i understa—"

you lean forward and place a delicate kiss on his cheek, "i'd love to, tadashi."

for @isadollie: i thought bokuto or maybe terushima at first buuut cat reels, sweet treats and best friends to lovers is so yamaguchi coded it's unreal. anyway hope you enjoy <3

[vintagesuga]

Are you serious! - Y.Jeongin

Genre: Fluff, semi sick fic. Like I mentioned, he is sick but don't go into detail

Pairing: Yang Jeongin x gn!reader

Warning: mentions of food

a/n: I missed his bday live :( Any who happy birthday to Man bread. He hasn't been a baby for quite some time, lol. Just a cute little thing. Not proofread.

You sighed as you hung up the phone. Of course, this would happen because when have you ever planned something and it didn't end up in flames? All you wanted was to throw a nice little party for Jeongin, but the universe took that personally. You had just gotten off the phone with the bakery. Apparently, their entire batch of frosting was made wrong, so they would have to make a whole new batch. This would mean that you had to push back the dinner you planned so you could have the cake on time.

Then, when you had picked up the balloons earlier, they all had been the wrong ones. Instead of the cute fox themed balloons you wanted, they had made you cat themed ones instead. It wasn't that big of a deal (it was), so you didn't make a huge fuss, but still.

Now you couldn't find his present either. It was a custom-made bracelet with both Jeongin and your birthday plus your anniversary date. A little cringe, but he loved wearing bracelets, and you wanted to give him a special one. You knew you had put the box in your closet. Made sure that it was there all the time. But now, nothing. It was as if it had vanished into thin air.

So here you stood at the jewelers, looking for a sufficient stand-in. Assessing your options and making sure it was perfect. Once you were done looking, you paid and made your way to your car. All that was left was to pick up the cake and meet Jeongin at your place for a nice quiet dinner. No more fuss, no more running around.

“Hey Angel. I think I caught a stomach bug. Can we reschedule that dinner you had planned?” Jeongin’s hoarse voice never sounded more upsetting than it did right now. Of course, you weren't upset with him. You could never be upset with him.

It was just the circumstances you found yourself in. Every single thing you planned today just ended up being a nuisance.

“But, I. Today is the worst!” You exclaimed angrily at the sky. You huffed as you opened your car door and climbed inside.

“Oh? What happened today?” Jeongin asked, curious as to what made you so upset.

“Where do I even start? I had this cute dinner planned for us tonight. I had balloons and a cake planned, but the balloons ended up being the wrong ones. Then the bakery called and said that they had to push my pick up back cause their frosting was botched.” Once you started, you couldn't stop.

“When I went to look for your present, I couldn't find it, which really sucks cause I thought it was so cute and now I can't give it to you. So I went looking for another present. Like, I know you don't care about materialistic stuff like that, but I do. And now, you're sick.” You took a breather.

“I'm not upset at you cause that's something you can't help. But I just wanted to have a nice surprise for dinner tonight.”

Jeongin was silent on his end for a moment. He thought it was cute. Your plans for tonight sounded so sweet, but you went through so much trouble.

“Why don't you come over still. You can bring some balloons and my cake, give me my present and we can watch a movie. Just because I'm sick doesn't mean I can't see you. I need my daily dose of (name).” You could practically hear the smile in Jeongin's voice.

“I was already planning on coming over regardless. I need to baby you when you're sick. It's the only time you let me dote on you.” Your tone was a mix between teasing and pouty. Still a little spur about all the misfortune you had gone through. “Let me go and pick up your cake, grab like 2 or 3 balloons, and I'll be over there, ok?”

When the door opened, you were met with Jeongin's bright smile. He was wrapped head to toe with his biggest blanket. You could still see the hoodie he was wearing poking out, his feet covered by the fluffier socks he could find. His nose and cheeks were pink, and he was sniffling here and there. His hair was all over the place. Despite his suffering, he was just so cute.

“Do I get to peek at the cake now, or do I have to wait?” He laughed as he took the box from you. He placed it on the kitchen counter as you found some bowls for the soup you brought. You ended up tying the balloons down in the living room.

“No. You have to wait.” You shuffled around him, shooing him out of the kitchen. “But you can open your present.”

You handed Jeongin the small bag. Watching carefully as he opened the jewelry box inside. The bracelet wasn't too grand, just a simple little thing with a small charm; your initial.

“It's nothing too special, and I still plan on giving you your other present. I'm going to tear apart my room if I have to.”

“No. I think this is perfect.” Jeongin’s smile was blinding. He wasn't going to deny your other gift, but he wanted you to know that he still loved this one. You walked over to him, bowls of soup in hand. Jeongin placed a sweet kiss to your cheek, taking a bowl from you and following behind.

“The only present I care about is seeing your face at the end of the day.” Jeongin watched in delight as your cheeks flushed. You were so easy to fluster, and he found great joy in showering you in compliments.

“Gross.” You fein disgust as you wipe your cheek. “I don't ever want to hear you being so sappy again.”

“But you love it!”

“Shut up and eat your soup.”

©️vintagesuga Do not repost.

[acourtofwhatthefuck]

Fireleaf (Part Two)

Lucien Vanserra x Reader

Part One

Here's hoping this works and Tumblr doesn't fuck up the format.

Warnings: None!

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The next morning, you were to have a private breakfast with Dion.

Your mother had seen to it herself that your appearance was perfected, bustling into your suite at first light and dragging you from sleep. Only the second day in this new life, and you were already sick of being poked and prodded like a doll. Even as a noble family, your parents had never pushed you to dress in the ways that were typically expected. Until now. You missed the tunics and breeches that you favoured over the dresses.

Your mother stared at you in the mirror as she fastened your corset, her eyes like shards of ice, her mouth pinched. You could only imagine the whole host of things that lay on the tip of her tongue, waiting to be said.

“You don’t need me to tell you,” She murmured after a sting of silence, “that your attitude yesterday was terrible. The way you spoke to the High Lord–”

“Beron Vanserra is a sexist pig.” You cut in, not caring who might be passing by, listening, “I don’t–”

Your corset strings were yanked so tight, you had to grab hold of the mirror’s frame in front of you. You sucked in a sharp breath as your mother gripped you by the shoulders and spun you round to face her.

“Are you truly so conceited, so selfish, that you believe your opinions take precedence over the wellbeing of our family?” She hissed. “Because it will be you, Y/N – you who is to blame if we cannot secure the High Lord’s help, and we lose everything.”

You barked a laugh. “And what of father? Where does his blame come into this? We’re in this position because of him–”

Her jaw ticked. “What was done by your father is done. That cannot be changed. But it can be fixed – by you. You are Beron’s condition in all of this. Do you really wish to shirk this and see us fall? After so many years of hard work?”

You stared at her – the woman who had birthed you, raised you. Who had once told you that you didn’t have to wear gowns if you preferred not to, who had promised that love and health was far more important to her than money, than reputation. Where was that woman now? Had your family’s downfall truly hardened her so much? The thought made you ache – made you want that beautiful, caring woman back who had loved you for the ways you differed to your sisters.

“Of course I don’t wish that, mama,” You frowned, studying her. Searching for her. “But I want to be happy.”

Her eyes shuttered, her hands reaching out to gently cup your face. “My wild, wild girl,” She whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Don’t you know? Females in our world don’t have that luxury.”

Your frown deepened, but before you could question it, push more, she turned you around again; far more gently, this time. Her fingers were lighter as she finished dressing you, and she didn’t speak another word as she painted your face and fixed your hair.

Had she ever been happy? She’d certainly seemed happy. She and your father weren’t mates, but they seemed to love each other well enough. You’d never known your mother to complain that her life with her husband and her girls was not one she’d chosen for herself.

Unless it had all been a lie, of course. But your sisters had chosen their husbands for themselves, and they seemed happy.

So why couldn’t you be, also?

Your mother kissed you once more before you went to find Dion.

“We all have to make sacrifices, Y/N.” Was all she parted with.

⤲

Dion Vanserra was a beautiful male.

There was no doubt in your mind about that as you strolled onto the veranda that backed onto the sprawling gardens. The morning seemed a tad fresh for dining outside, but Dion showed no sign of discomfort from where he lounged at a table spread with far too much food for two people.

His hair was unbound this morning, sitting around his shoulders in waves that caught the early light perfectly, the vibrant red seeming to blend into the autumnal landscape as though the trees and their leaves had spared some of their colour for him.

He looked up with a warm smile, his milky skin tinged pink from the air and his brown eyes bright and alert. In a movement of pure, fluid grace, he rose from his seat and inclined his chin at you.

“Good morning to you, lady.” He said, his eyes roving over your appearance – not leeringly, but…appreciatively. As though the burgundy shade of your gown was pleasing to him. “I thought it might be nice for us to have breakfast here. Quite a view, isn’t it?”

It was quite a view – both the landscape, and your betrothed himself. And all you had to do was nod your head, agree – the correct thing to do. But it would be so, so easy to reject his offer, to turn on your feet and find somewhere for you to have breakfast alone.

Your mother’s face flashed into your mind. We all have to make sacrifices, Y/N. Which ones she’d made, you had no clue, but…perhaps she was right. Perhaps it was just a fact of your life.

So you forced a pretty smile onto your face, the picture of innocence. “The view is lovely.” You replied. “Thank you for the invitation.”

Dipping his chin again, Dion sidled round to the other end of the circular table. He pulled the seat out, and your skirts whispered against the veranda floor as you approached. You met his eyes, wondering if you blushed at the intensity of his stare as you lowered yourself into the seat.

The table was crammed full with everything you could possibly want. Fruits and pastries and pewters of chilled juices and a pot of steaming tea. All magicked, no doubt, to stay as fresh and delicious for as long as possible. You couldn’t deny your mouth watering at the sight – if you were ever up this early, you were usually wolfing down a quick bowl of porridge before your training session with Linden.

“I’m sorry if it’s a bit overboard.” Dion sat down once more, a coy smile on his lips. “I should have asked you yesterday what you liked to eat. I think I may have pissed the cook off with my requests”

You snorted – and then cringed, imagining your mother’s reaction to such a sound. Clearing your throat, you straightened yourself up in your chair and attempted to look…delicate…while spearing melon with a fork.

The fact that Dion had been thoughtful enough to arrange such a spread, himself, may – or may not – have made you warm to him just slightly.

“This is perfect,” You admitted, trying not to groan at the sweet juices pawing your tastebuds. “Breakfast for me usually consists of bland porridge – if I remember to eat at all, before I’m out and about.”

Dion filled his plate, genuine interest on his face. “Out and about doing what?”

You swallowed. Knew how you should answer. That you woke up early just to sing along with the birds until the sun was up, when you’d then bathe in a tub of milk and honey until your skin was supple and glowing, and then you’d spend the rest of your day devouring romance novels about noble princes and stitching pretty patterns of flowers into handkerchiefs.

You almost choked on a laugh at the thought. Almost.

“There’s always something to keep you busy.” You vaguely answered. “Always some kind of work around the territory.”

Dion nodded, sipping from a glass of juice. “You mentioned yesterday that you help your father with his work. I admire that. If I had sisters, I’d like to think they’d be as ambitious. Although, I doubt my father would echo that sentiment.”

You studied him – really studied him, while he was distracted with his bowl of fruit. He seemed…decent. Even if you didn’t have much to go on yet, you didn’t feel the natural impulse to recoil from him like you had with Beron the day before. Nor did you feel the urge to escape from breakfast as soon as possible. You were just…relaxed. Just fine.

But, you thought, as you studied the sharp cut of his jaw, the long lashes that swept his cheekbones with every glance downward, you were intrigued. You hadn’t forgotten what Barric had said a year ago – that Dion had volunteered your name for this arrangement himself. It had surprised you that he even remembered your existence.

You swallowed again, wondering if you were being inappropriate as you said. “I have a question.”

Dion looked up, his head falling into a tilt. “I’ll try my best to answer whatever it is.”

You kept him a little in suspense as you chewed, swallowed, chewed, swallowed, wondering how the hell to word this without bursting the bubble the two of you were supposed to be in. Without dousing you both in reality and demanding, what’s in this for you?

You cleared your throat, dabbing at your mouth with a napkin. “When Barric came to my family’s estate a year ago and…spoke to me…he told me that in looking for a potential wife, you’d volunteered my name. I was wondering why.”

Your eyes watched him closely, searching for any little sign that there was scheming involved, any indication of disingenuity. What you didn’t expect was the way his cheeks turned slightly pinker. The way he shifted, as though he was embarrassed.

“Honestly?” He said, and you nodded. “Well…around a year and a half ago, I happened to be passing through your family’s lands while on business. I knew that our fathers were old friends, and so I thought I’d stop by and see how your family were faring. All I could remember was that your father had only daughters — no sons — and that you’d visited our estate many years before. I had tea with your parents and they told me about how your sisters were married and living in their own estates, now — that you were the only one still at home.”

You didn’t know whether you were supposed to feel embarrassed and ashamed at that. You didn’t, though — merely speared another piece of melon and listened.

“I didn’t really think much of it. After catching up with your parents, I set off on my travels again. But as I was leaving the lands, I happened to ride past the plains around your estate — and I saw you. I only knew who you must be from how closely you resemble your mother. But you were out there in that field, sparring with a male. A male far bigger than you. And I found myself just…stopping to watch. There was something I found very beautiful in the way you just threw yourself into it without caring about how you looked. You seemed so…alive and fluid and free. And I suppose I looked at you and wondered if maybe…maybe you were someone like me. Someone who doesn’t want for much other than to be happy. Someone who does the things they like rather than what they’re expected to like.”

Amongst the small mark of respect you felt for him, you felt it – that muted bleat of panic. Because you weren’t supposed to be the female who wielded swords and sparred with males. But it seemed that Dion already knew, to some degree, what lurked beneath the surface of you.

And yet he’d still volunteered your name.

You frowned, shifting in your seat. “...If your father knew that I had such a hobby–”

“He would be outraged.” Dion cut in, a teasing smirk lifting his lips. “So we best not let him find out.”

“Wouldn’t it just be easier for you to wed one of the females he suggested?”

“Easier.” He shrugged. “But painfully dull. I’m not looking for a quiet, obedient bride. I’m looking for someone I can live with.”

Well. You hadn’t known what to expect of the second-eldest Vanserra brother, but…it certainly hadn’t been such…open-mindedness. Such tolerance. And by no means did those qualities make you comfortable with such an agreement, but…but maybe it would be easier to see it through with someone like Dion by your side. Maybe you could help your family and not have to be totally miserable while doing so.

He tilted his head at you, his hair rippling to the side. “I know this is all probably a bit daunting – today in particular, with all the families arriving for the festival. But I’ll try to make it as easy for you as possible. Just stick with me. I’ll do all the talking and posturing.”

You could have launched yourself across the table and hugged him for that reason alone. The next two weeks were going to be pure hell, you were sure, with all the dinners and dances and events that you’d have no choice but to show up to because you were Dion’s fiancee. All the eyes that would be on you – not just those of your parents and your sisters. You were in for a fortnight of scrutiny and judgement, far worse than you’d ever had to tolerate before.

Maybe Dion was your saving grace in all of this. With him knowing how to act under so many stares, maybe you could just…take yourself off into your own head. Block the situation out as much as you possibly could.

“Thank you.” You breathed – and meant it. “There’s going to be a lot of people to…impress. And if I'm honest…I’m not sure how.”

“Just be yourself.” Dion smiled. “Your sisters will be joining us, yes?”

You hummed, sipping your drink. “All four of them. And their husbands. My eldest sister is pregnant with her first child.”

“Are you close to them?”

You suppressed the urge to snort. How were you supposed to explain such complex relationships as the ones you had with your sisters? It would be easier to bend his ear about the tensions between the five of you.

“I’m really only close to my youngest sister – Willow.” You admitted. “She’s the most…like me, I suppose. She’s quiet and bookish and kind. My second youngest, Clem, is just…indifferent to all of us. Like she’s not one of us. Then there’s Sara, the middle sister…she’s not unkind, but—she lives in Molly’s shadow too much. Molly’s my eldest sister. And I wouldn’t say such a shadow is a good one to live in.”

Dion perched his elbow on the glass top of the table, resting his chin on his hand. He was gazing at you, listening intently like your family gossip was the most enthralling bit of conversation he’d ever heard. “And what is Molly like?”

How long have you got? Was what you wanted to ask. Spiteful, rude, snobbish—

“She’s…” You chewed your lip, wondering the most diplomatic way to describe your eldest sister, “We clash, I suppose. We’re polar opposites. Which wouldn’t be a problem, only…she knows how to use words as weapons. She seems to have a talent for sniffing out a person’s weakest points and firing for them. And she has a tendency to look down her nose at people.”

And that was the mildest description you could have given him. The things you had to say about Molly were endless.

Dion snorted, sitting back. “Well she sounds delightful. She’s certainly right up Jareth’s street. What a shame that she’s already married.”

Not a shame for you. Molly’s marriage had meant her leaving your family home and you no longer having to tolerate her constant stream of snarky comments and complaints and judgements. It was the happiest you’d ever been after she’d left – until now, anyway.

It was why you dreaded her arrival so much. Because you weren’t truly sure what she was capable of. How low she would stoop to belittle you.

And in a situation where you needed to be at your strongest, your bravest…your eldest sister was the worst person you could have around.

Dion seemed to read the worry on your face. His smile was gentler, more understanding as he said, “Don’t worry – I, too, have siblings I have to routinely take time away from. We can be each other’s excuses when they become too much.”

Lucien Vanserra seemed just the same, going by how solitary he seemed to be. You wondered if he’d be around today…how Molly would take to him.

You swallowed a mouthful of tea and shot Dion a somewhat grateful smile.

Little did he know, you were going to need a lot more than just his kindness to get through the next two weeks.

⤲

Your sisters and their husbands were some of the last to arrive, the Vanserra Estate already teeming with families and staff and action when their carriages finally pulled up. The grounds were dotted with groups of people chatting, sipping from wine flutes and picking at the finger foods that immaculate servants carried around on platters.

You – you stood at the top of the steps at the front of the manor, Dion’s presence warm and comforting pressed against your side. It didn’t stop the sickness unfurling in you, though, as you watched Molly grasp the footman’s hand and step down from her carriage, looking resplendent in a dress of peony pink that hid the growing swell of her baby bump. Her handsome – if not simple – husband followed in her tracks.

You had no doubt that your other three sisters had been told to plan their gowns around Molly’s as they, too, emerged with their husbands, decked to the nines in various shades far different to the one your eldest sister was glowing in. You didn’t move as your parents hurried down the steps to greet them. Dion rested a supportive hand on your back.

“Y/N.” Your father called. “Come greet your sisters before the fun begins.”

You sucked in a deep breath. It was a whole damn effort to force your legs down those concrete stairs. Dion only followed after the first step, leaving you room to approach them first. He nodded politely to the husbands at their sides.

“Welcome back to our home.” He stopped behind you, his smile winning and pleasant. “I hope you’re looking forward to the next couple of weeks as much as Y/N and I am.”

And that – that was a playful glint in his eye as he shot you a subtle smile. One only the two of you would understand. That you’d both rather build a tunnel that led you to the horrors of the Night Court than spend the next two weeks here, with all these people.

You weren’t able to form words. You merely nodded, met Molly’s eyes, and Sara’s, then Clem’s and Willow’s.

“We were honoured to receive the invite.” Molly said, her eyes shamelessly roving over Dion – as if her husband wasn’t standing right there. “I’m sure it’s going to be–”

She was cut off by the squeal that came from your right. Every one of you looked up just as your youngest sister, Willow, shrieked and threw herself at you. You couldn’t help but grin as you snaked your arms around her.

“It feels like I haven’t seen you in ages.” She gushed, squeezing you. She pulled back, studying you from head-to-toe – the sight of you in your gown must have been something alien to her. “You look beautiful.”

The smile that broke out on your face was genuine as you squeezed her arms. “As do you. All of you do.” You directed that smile at Sara, at Clem – and at Molly, your eyes flickering momentarily to her stomach. “You’re glowing, sister.”

Molly placed a protective hand over her stomach as though you were seconds away from attacking. She’d convinced herself long ago that your skill with a sword was indication of some hidden violent tendencies. It was an effort not to roll your eyes.

“That colour suits you.” Sara smiled at you. “Y/N looks lovely, don’t you think, Mol?”

“Mm.” Molly’s smile…nobody else seemed to realise how sharp it was. As sharp as the blades you were a dab-hand at wielding. She was a weapon. “Ravishing. It’s like putting rouge on a feral cat.”

And the laugh that followed the remark…one that said I’m acting like I’m joking but I’m not…you’d heard it too many times before. Willow squeezed your hand gently. You wanted to knock Molly’s tiny hat off her head, to tackle her to the ground–

Dion was suddenly at your side, once again placing a hand at your back. “Well. Never have I seen a feral cat that was so pretty.” He smiled – easily, confidently. As cuttingly as Molly. “How about we have some tea?”

Molly’s eyes traced him again. “Tea would be wonderful.”

You knew that was as far as the pleasantries would go. Keeping hold of Willow’s hand, you turned. You didn’t wait before you strolled back up to the house, Dion at your other side. Your family followed, murmuring quietly beneath their breaths.

“It’s so good to see you,” Willow whispered in your ear, grinning. “Your fiance has a nice ass.”

You snorted, stifling the sound with your hand. Not quickly enough for Dion to miss it. He tilted his head at you inquisitively…and behind your back, you could already feel it. The heavy stares. The scrutiny.

The two weeks had barely begun, and you already felt like screaming.

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Welcome November!

This month will include doing more Just a Little Aftercare short stories, tying off the last of my Zine work, and finishing off the last of the commissions.

From June to now it's been a rough yeah, but I'm making it through and while I could complain, I'm not going to.

I'm slowly becoming more active on Bluesky, so if you have one, feel free to follow me there. I share a lot art from talented One Piece folks and such, and plan to post most of my own art there.

FuckNoWriMo will start 12/1/2024 through to the New Year \o/

Preliminary December - >.> I'll be doing a Marco x Reader for my FuckNoWriMo because I am DESPERATELY in need of some Marco x Reader fic. Plus this will be a kind of Hallmark AU, so it's perfect to work on during December.

A Look at 2024 Current Plans:

December: Nada, between work and holidays we're leaving this month alone. (I do have a collab idea I'm poking at for 2025 >.> but we won't worry about that yet). FuckNoWriMo 2024 Event

A Look at 2025:

January - Other than celebrating what I believe will be my 2nd anniversary of a tumblr blog, not much else. February - I've got an event in mind for 2025, but I'm going to work it around my FuckNoWriMo which will happen in March. Once I sort it out, you'll know <3 March - FuckNoWriMo 2025 April - TBD May - One Piece Kinky Head Canons v 2.0 June - TBD July - Birthday Request Event 3rd Edition! August - TBD September - TBD October - Kinktober 2024 in 2025 (i.e. doing what I meant to do in 2024 this year). November - TBD December - TBD

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Okay, so, new shows I've picked this fall are English Teacher (which entirely has to do with it being a Brian Jordan Alvarez joint and The Gay and Wondrous Life of Caleb Gallo remains one of the best things ever. I love it so far and Markie steals every scene he's in) and High Potential (which I am literally only watching for Kaitlin Olson, though Judy Reyes was a lovely surprise! It's a not-so-great premise and it is another cop show [blech] but Kaitlin Olson is freaking wonderful in it and it is a popcorn show so..... either it'll really click and it'll be on forever or it won't and it'll die in its first season. We shall see. Every time I try to make a prediction on which procedural show will last, I am always wrong lol).

Other ones I'm planning to check out are How to Die Alone (I have never seen Natasha Rothwell in something - Insecure or Love, Simon - and not thought: more, MORE so I really need to get to this one. Especially since she's not just the star but also the creator), Murder in a Small Town (I completely get why true crime podcasts/shows would be so bingeable but I also can't help but feel gross indulging in them so fictional ones should be perfect for me. Like, I really like books that have true crime podcasts in them so this show will hopefully scratch that itch, right? Not to say that this has a true crime podcast in it but that should be the vibe, yeah? And I'm willing to get further away from it because Bodkin was honestly such a disappointment for me), Penelope (Mark Duplass is pretty much the whole draw here, I like the stuff he does but the description is so bleh so I keep forgetting about it) and Grotesquerie (honestly this is because I always try to get in on a Ryan Murphy show on the ground floor because almost every time I find them, there are 80,000 episodes and everyone is telling you it's shit anyway, lol. I also have no problem dropping his shows if they're terrible - I don't even think I made it out of the first season of Glee and I know I only got as far as I did because of Jane Lynch. Plus, Niecey Nash! I follow my Reno 911! people around, I can't help myself). I am completely on the fence about A Very Royal Scandal (as mentioned, I don't like rooting around through real people's trauma and the only draw to this is Michael Sheen). Oh and maybe Twilight of the Gods (I want someone else to watch this and tell me if it's at all worthwhile or if it's too bro-y for words because sometimes.... *coughs*).

Ones that aren't out yet but that I'm definitely gonna poke at: Teacup (a James Wan horror show? Yes, please!), Disclaimer (this sounds bonkers and Cate Blanchett and Kevin Kline? Okay fine, I'm in.), St. Denis Medical (some of my favorite comic actors and I like Abbott Elementary, okay, so if people keep wanting to apply that formula elsewhere? I'm for it!), Interior Chinatown (sounds like it could be cool as hell), The Franchise (if we have to keep doing superheores, at least we're switching up the premise for them), Sweetpea (there's just nothing about this that doesn't appeal to me, lol), maybe The Pradeeps of Pittsburgh (I liked Fresh Off the Boat a lot, the problem is all the descriptions make it sound like it's just that show but with an Indian family now and I don't know if I liked it enough to watch it again, y'know?), A Man on the Inside (Mike Schur, Ted Danson, Stephanie Beatriz? You couldn't keep me away from this if you tried), and The Madness (it's all for Colman Domingo, act surprised). Maybe Poppa's House (I love Damon Wayans, Jr., but I have a massive hate hard-on for CBS shows, they feel so soulless to me and everything contributes to that. The laugh tracks, the lighting, the acting, etc.).

So this is partly for me to keep track of shows that I want to watch/aren't out yet and partly because I have an ad blocker, I don't watch anything that can give me commercials, and this is the only social media I'm on so if you've heard of something that sounds cool (or you've checked out one of the ones on my list and are like: well you could watch that or just stab a pencil in your eye instead...) let me know!