#nursey is shook

[zimmerdouche]

time for a dumb baseless frog senior year headcanon

dex bets the new freshman backup goalie if he shuts out during his ice time in the next game he’ll let the team roast him for exactly 5 minutes in the locker room after.

that madman does it. and leads the charge with “dex you strike me as a man who puts on a porno and has to turn it off 2 minutes later because you noticed an osha violation”

[stolenviolet]

I saw in your baby death au story explanation that Harry can't sleep alone unless he has the doors open (correct me if I'm wrong). If I'm correct, does that mean Voldemort and Harry sleep in the same bed sometimes? And if not, how did Voldmort notice the specifics something like that?

Ah, good question!

He can sleep alone, but not very well (the door being open helps a bit but overall he just needs someone there with him). Even when he got his own room at the Dursley's, he had Hedwig to keep him company.

And like I said, there's no 'sleeping' together for quite a while, so how DID Voldemort notice?

The short answer:

They live in the same house (an agreement that was reached by the two of them, more for convenience sake, as they raise Thomas) so it would be odd if Voldemort hadn't noticed it eventually.

The long answer:

During the first two or three years of living under the same roof, Harry never slept anywhere besides the nursey. At first, Voldemort chalked it up as some sort of paternal instinct to protect Thomas. (most likely from Voldemort himself) However, while retiring to his own chambers in the evening, he always found it curious that Harry would leave the door slightly cracked.

'Would it not make more sense to have the door closed?,' he thought, 'The sound of it opening would surely be enough to wake him if someone were to enter the room...'

He shook his head, 'Perhaps the boy was clever enough to cast the appropriate spells to do so instead.'

He tested this theory once by walking into the room late one night and standing directly by the crib. Annoyingly, Harry never did stir from his slumber on the chaise lounge he had claimed in lieu of an actual bed. Both him and the baby remained fast asleep, completely unaware of the powerful wizard looming in the darkness so close by.

Voldemort honestly didn't know whether to be insulted (as he was clearly not viewed as a threat) or disappointed in the fact that there were, indeed, no protection or alarm spells in the room.

A problem he quickly remedied himself for the sake of the spawn's well-being, as it appears his 'Ma' would not be roused if an intruder were to somehow break past the home's already impressive wards.

And so Harry continued to sleep in the same room as his son, with the door slightly ajar, until Thomas was old enough to have his own bed.

This is when Voldemort began to notice that Harry did not take well to sleeping alone at night.

He would often find the 'boy-who-lived' looking quite dead on his feet, with heavy bags under his eyes, constantly drifting in and out of conversations.

After a good two or so weeks of this, Voldemort had finally had enough and decided to confronted him. Unsurprisingly, he was quickly brushed off, and the subject was changed almost immediately. No matter how many times he tried, he was always met with the same sort of response.

'Why do you even care?'

'Yes, I'm getting enough sleep. Stop asking, it's weird.'

'So what if I get nightmares, your probably the cause of most of them anyway!'

'I'm fine! Don't you have an animal or person or-or something to go torture other than me? Just-...just leave me alone...'

Needless to say, this was getting him no where and apart from drugging the boy with a sleeping draught every night, Voldemort was almost at his wits end.

That was unit one morning Harry came down from his room for breakfast looking fairly well-rested with a chipper-than-normal attitude.

Voldemort was puzzled.

What had changed? Did he just have one good night without anything haunting his dreams? Surely that was bound to happen at some point, but it was unlikely to be a regular occurrence.

However, weeks ticked by and Harry's eyes seemed brighter and his mood rapidly began to improve. He even started to engage in somewhat pleasant small talk when the two found themselves alone for more then five minutes at a time.

It was all very welcome and highly suspicious.

So, being the curious man that he was, Voldemort decided it was once again time to lurk about in the middle of the night for the cause of this sudden change in behavior.

And what he found, as he stood in the threshold of Harry's room, took him by surprise.

There, on the plush four poster bed coiled up next to his sleeping prophesized enemy, was Nagini.

Sensing his presence, she raised her large head to regard her master, who remained fixed in the doorway.

'Master's mate was in dire need of comfort. Nagini has decided she will be the one to provide it.'

Voldemort did not correct her, too busy trying to determine what exactly he was feeling in that moment to give her a proper response.

'...He is also very warm and a far better cuddler than master.'

That snapped him out of his thoughts long enough for him to huff out a quick, 'Don't be rude, Nagini.' To which she replied with a series of hisses that sounded suspiciously like laughter.

He sighed, and foolishly hoped she didn't notice the darkening of his cheeks.

'Very well, you may continue to provide...comfort. Thank you, my Nagini.'

She nodded once and went back to resting her head next to Harry's on his pillow.

He stayed in the doorway a while longer, observing the last two pieces of his soul huddled close to one another, before finally turning to walk silently back to his own room.

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Nagini: you suck at cuddling and you're a terrible mate.

Voldemort:

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Thanks for the ask, anon! ❤️

[r11yh1soka]

Eren angst pls? (No dying tho please because that’s too sad 🥺

Sure! :)

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pairings: eren jaeger x reader

synopsis: ||modern au|| you and your husband of five years get into an argument over his workaholic tendencies and it doesn't end well.

"Y/n. Stop it. I'm tired of having this argument with you." Eren claimed, dismissing you from his desk chair in your home office.

You scoffed at him in disbelif, your hand on your hip and the other rubbing over your forehead with a shake of your head. You couldn't believe him right now, you couldn't believe your husband and father to your child was speaking to you like this right now.

"Well maybe we wouldn't have to keep having this argument if you put in a little more goddamn effort to our family!' you snapped at him angrily and his hand slammed down onto his desk in response.

"More effort? Who pays all the fucking bills around here, huh? I work my ass off to give you and our son the life you deserve but excise me if I'm a little fucking tired when I come home! Excuse me if I don't want to listen to you nag me about getting home late!" He shouted at you with an anger in his voice you'd never heard before.

"Nag you?! Oh! I'm sorry! I didn't realize asking you to put our son to bed or speak a bit kinder to me was nagging!" you scoffed again, dropping your hand from your face as the tears swelled.

"Well now you know!" he refuted loudly, looking at you from across the room.

The moment he spoke his eyes flickered wide with regret, as if what he said din't click until after he'd already said it. But the damage had already been done.

You shook your head and sniffled, looking at the man you loved love, speaking to you with so much anger in his voice. You reached into your back pocket, holding the news you we're once excited to share with him. You walked over to stand before his desk, your fist balled and the other clutching the black and white photo, you slammed it down on his desk in front of him.

"I just wanted to tell you that I'm pregnant, it's a girl...but my apologies for nagging you. I'll leave you back to your work now," you mumbled and turned with tears rolling down your cheeks.

"Baby...wait..." he called out softly just as you shut his office door behind yourself.

You didn't waste any time fleeing, you hurried to the staircase and ran up the steps as your sobs became uncontrollable. You could hear footsteps after you but you didn't care. When you tried to care, you we're only met with another argument and you we're tired of it...so tired. You could hardly see, you stumbled into the nursey of your unborn daughter. You'd spent all week decorating it, you we're waiting for the right moment to tell Eren but he'd only come home tonight.

He worked late all week and when he was home he just busied himself with more work. You thought showing him the decorated nursey with splashed of pink in the decoration was the perfect way to surprise him with the news. That obviously was not the case.

Your back hit the wall of the nursey and yous lid down to the floor, in practically a puddle of your own tears. You sobbed with your face in your knees and your hand over your stomach, you heard the door creak open but you didn't bother looking.

"I..." he mumbled as he crouched down to sit in front of you on the floor.

"I have been nothing but cruel and neglectful...I'm sorry. I did not mean to raise my voice or say that you nag me," he apolgized and reached out to touch your arm but you snatched it away.

"But you did mean it. You meant every word," you cursed and lifted your head up.

"I didn't...I'm exhausted and I spoke wrongly...I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." he apologized again and reached for your hand, displaying your wedding band between the two of you.

"I swore myself to you when I put this ring on your finger...I have neglected my vows and for that I'm sorry. I will never speak to you like that again...you're my wife, you could never nag me. Never," he muttered breathlessly and you allowed him to hold your hand.

"You don't talk to me. We are husband and wife but you don't tell me when you're struggling..I can help you but you don't let me, you just bottle it up until we argue. I don't want to live like that, Eren. I won't," you shook your head at the thought and he moved a bit closer to you.

"And I will never ask you to...I'm sorry, so sorry baby." his eyes watered, the bags underneath his eyes we're far from faint and the messieness of his hair told a story in itself.

He was exhausted, that was never a question. He held your hand in his before bringing his face to yours and pressing his forehead against yours gently, apologizing to you profusely.

"This is just a rough spot...we'll get out of it, I promise." he breathed and brought his hand up to your cheek gently.

"A vacation...let's go on a vacation. I'll take time off from work, as much as you think we need...to fix this," he whispered and you slowly began to nod as he wiped the tears off your cheek.

"And counseling...I want us to go to counseling." you suggested and you we're met with an immediate nod of agreement from him.

"Of course...whatever it takes for this to work. I love you...and I don't want to speak to you like that ever again." He held your face in his hand, speaking to you calmly.

He kissed your cheek gently, his affection was needed, it's been needed these past few weeks. He stood up and with a hand he helped you up too.

"Now...let me apologize to our little girl too." he insisted, sliding his hands down to your stomach and leaning down too.

You smiled at the gesture and the feeling of his hands on your bare stomach, your shirt lifted before him. You listened to him apologize to your unborn daughter, rubbing his hands over your stomach soothingly. He was trying...that's all that you'd ever asked for. You wanted to make this work and he did too, just as much as you did.

This was first rough patch in five years and in your book, you'd consider that a win...as emotional as this all has been. As you watched him speak to your unborn daughter and kiss your stomach, you knew that this was the man you wanted to go through hell and back with. You were sure of it.

[billypoindexter]

“Frog Study Time” rarely included any actual studying. Chowder would suggest that the three of them get together to work on homework, and it wouldn’t take long for the books and computers to be abandoned in favor of the stupidest conversation topics known to man (their conversation about Barbie movie lore had gotten so out of hand that they were unofficially banned from all going to the library together). But even though they all realized that these study sessions were literally a waste of time at this poitn, Nursey and Dex never turned down Chowder’s offer.

This particular Wednesday night Dex was doing his best to fight the urge to yap, as he needed to make headway on his comp sci midterm before their roadie this weekend. Nursey hadn’t even grabbed any of his books before pulling Chowder onto Dex’s (“the top bunk won’t hold us both!”), and Dex was doing his best to tune them out while he coded. But even with good intentions, Dex knew there was no way he wouldn’t inevitably be drawn into the chitchat.

“Nineteen is not old, Nursey!”

“Dude, you’re literally a D1 athlete, you can’t tell me that no one was interested before Caitlin.”

“Just because girls were interested doesn’t mean I had to oblige. I wanted to wait for someone I actually liked.”

Dex must have been focusing in way more than he thought, because he had no idea how Chowder and Nursey started talking about their first hookups. It wasn’t unusual for the team as a whole to discuss their sex lives, but with the frogs they usually geared their conversations towards more sophisticated subjects, such as Barbie movies

Nursey turned toward Dex at his desk, and Dex could hear the annoying grin on his face as he said, “Bet you waited for someone special, Pointdexter. You seem the sentimental type.”

Dex just continued to type and squint at his computer screen. “Actually, I’ve never had sex.”

Chowder slammed closed his psych textbook—there’s a chance he had opened it at that moment just so he could slam it closed for dramatic effect—and shouted, “HOW DID WE NOT KNOW THAT????” He let out a moan of despair. “We’re supposed to tell each other everything!”

“Yeah, what happened to the sacred frog bond?” Nursey added.

Dex shrugged, doing his best to not get drawn in. Realistically, he knew that he wasn’t going to get anymore work done, but he continued to stare at his computer in the hopes that he could refocus.

“Dude, we can totally find a chick to hook you up with. Unless I was right about you being a romantic,” ribbed Nursey. “Also, we can see you’re not working on your midterm anymore, so you can give up the act.”

Huffing, Dex swiveled around in his desk chair and crossed his arms. Chowder was leaning forward, elbows on his knees and chin in his hands as he stared at Dex. Nursey, ever chill, was leaning on his side, messing up Dex’s pillows as he propped his head on the back of his hand.

“I never said anything because it never came up,” said Dex flatly. “And I’m not a romantic, I’m just not interested.”

“C’mon,” whined Chowder, “give us the chance to find you someone!”

Dex shook his head as he clarified, “No, I mean I’m not interested in sex.”

A pause. Two blank faces looking at him. As much as Dex wanted to play it cool, he could feel his heart beating a bit faster and a blush creep up his neck; he’d never admit that to anyone before, even though he’d known it himself for a while.

Nursey was the first to break the silence: “Huh.” (This guy really knows how to make use of all those English classes.)

“Wow, really?” asked Chowder, clearly curious, sitting up straighter. “You’ve never seen a girl and wanted to…ya know…” He made some weird hand gestures that Dex very much did not know, but he got the idea.

“Nope.” He took a breath and added more quietly, “It’s not really girls that I look at, anyway.”

Again a pause. Again two blank faces. Again a quickening heartbeat and a spreading blush, as Dex voiced another thought that wasn’t new to him. But this time Chowder was the one who reacted first.

“Oh! Oh, ok!” He clapped his hands together. “We’re learning so much tonight! This has got to be one of our more productive study sessions.”

He grinned brightly at Dex. He gave him a smile back, not as big but just as genuine. He then flicked his eyes to Nursey, who also had a small smile as he slowly nodded his head. “Right on, Pointdexter.”

Nursey and Dex held each other’s gazes for a moment longer, then Dex cleared his throat and announced that that was enough emotion for one night and turned back to his computer. He worked a bit longer, letting Nursey and Chowder get back to their conversation (“You were seventeen and you’re giving me grief for being nineteen? Oh fuck off!”).

Chowder gave Dex a hug before heading back to his room for the night, which wasn’t unusual, even if this one was tighter and longer lasting than most. Nursey let Dex use the bathroom first while he worked on extricating himself from the bottom bunk and smoothing out the bedding. After brushing his teeth, Dex headed back to the room and passed Nursey, who grabbed his arm and stopped him.

“Hey,” he said softly, seriously. Once Dex turned his head to him, he continued. “Do you want to talk more about it?”

Nursey had come out as pan to the team last year. Dex knew him and Bitty had talked about being queer and playing collegiate hockey, and the difficulties that could sometimes came with that. He tensed up for a second, thinking that Nursey was upset that he hadn’t said anything about his sexuality before, but there was nothing but concern in his face.

Dex shook off Nursey’s hand. “No, I’m alright,” he said, making his way to his bunk.

Later, as they both were laying in their beds, Dex spoke again. “Thank you, though. For, um…for offering. I appreciate it.”

“See, I knew that you’re secretly a softy.”

Dex rolled his eyes at that and reached with the palm of his hand out to punch the bedframe above him. Then he turned and nestled into his pillows, breathing deeply of the scent the lingered there and trying not to think about why he liked it so much.

[nvrsaidiwasinurcloset]

part 4 of flames?? im HOOKED u dont get it we're actual masterminds

I'm sorry it took so long for me to put this out. I'll get to the 5th part this weekend:)

Flames - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader - Part 4

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Summary: You're trying to give Ethan a chance with your daughter, but Chad isn't so trusting.

Contains: Angst, a smidge of fluff, Ethan trying to learn how to be a dad, mentions of mental health.

A/N: Y'all...I'm convinced that some of you can read my mind because I'll think about something I want to write(esp. when it comes to spicy stuff), and then one of the sweet anon's on here will request it. I stg some of the things I've gotten requests for have made me fucking BLUSH.

After Ethan went to bed, you struggled to fall asleep. You still felt a little uneasy about him being in the next room over, and not having a true understanding of what he’d actually be capable of. Finally, the exhaustion kicked in and you drifted off. You woke up a few different times during the night when she started to cry, and Ethan ran in the room ever single time, desperate to help.

Once the sun started to peak through the gap in the curtain, you stirred awake and looked over to see River awake in the bassinet.

“Hey, sweet girl,” you said, scooping her up in your arms. She started to coo, the soft sounds making you smile.

You walked out of your room to the next room over, quietly pushing the door open as you saw Ethan in a deep sleep. You noticed his backpack on the ground in the middle of the floor, and started to think about how he needed laundry done. You reached down to grab it, before quietly sneaking back out of the room.

You went to the nursey to change River, before heading downstairs to play with her for a little bit. Once she fell asleep again, you grabbed his bag again, and went to the laundry room.

You started to pull stuff out of his bag, a few bottles of medication falling to the floor.

“Shit,” you whispered to yourself, reaching down to grab them. You started to look at the medication names and pulled out your phone to google them. One was for anxiety, one was for depression, and one was a really strong anti-psychotic med. It might’ve been wrong to be that nosey, but you needed a better understanding of his mental health.

You sat them down on the counter in the room before starting the laundry. He soon walked downstairs, desperate to find you.

“Hey,” you smiled, your face dropping once you noticed his nervous expression. “What’s wrong?”

“I need my meds,” he panicked, looking around for his bag.

“They’re in here,” you said, gesturing to the laundry room. He saw them all lined up, feeling a little shame as he reached for them.

“Thanks…if I don’t take them when I’m supposed to, I don’t act like myself,” he said, calming a little as he opened the bottles and got a pill from each one.

“Do you need water?” you asked as he shook his head, dry swallowing all three pills at once. “Is there anything I can get for you?”

“I’m okay. You’ve already done so much for me,” he said, as you walked out, him following closely behind you.

You went to the living room, the two of you making small talk when your mom walked through.

“I’m going to work. I’ll be home late tonight, but I sent you some money for pizza or whatever you and your friends want to order tonight,” she said, before looking down to smile at her sleeping granddaughter. “She’s just so precious.”

You sleepily smiled at her, as she grabbed her purse to walk out the front door.

“When should they be here?” Ethan asked, referring to your friends.

“Actually,” you said, pulling out your phone to check the time, “Any minute now.”

He started to get really anxious. He was hoping he’d have a little more time for his meds to kick in before he had to be face to face with more of the people he hurt, especially Chad. He wasn’t sure what to expect, but he was about to find out, as he heard light tapping on the front door.

“It’ll be okay,” you tried to assure him, as you got up to walk towards the door.

“Hey! Where’s that precious little angel?” Chad excitedly asked, turning the corner towards the living room. He stopped in his tracks the second he saw Ethan. The rage that built inside of him for months started to come to the surface as Tara walked in behind him, her eyes going wide. “What the fuck is he doing here?” Chad yelled, walking over to Ethan. He grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him up, so he was face to face with him.

You bolted around the corner, trying to step between the two boys as Chad stared Ethan down.

“Sleeping baby, right there,” you said, gesturing towards River as Chad face softened a little. “I know you’re pissed, but you need to calm down.”

“Yeah, babe. Let’s go outside for a minute,” Tara said, as he let go of Ethan’s shirt.

He listened to Tara, as they started to leave the room. He turned to look at Ethan one more time before he softly spoke. “If you hurt either of them, I’ll fucking kill you.”

Ethan didn’t say anything, he just stood there. He had so many different emotions on his face as he tried to pull it together, once again running through all the steps his psychiatrist drilled into his head before he was released from the hospital.

“You okay?” you asked, once Tara and Chad went outside.

He shook his head as he started to cry. You sat down on the couch and grabbed his hand, pulling him down to sit with you. Your arms wrapped around him as he sobbed into your chest.

“I’m so sorry, for everything,” he cried, “I think I should probably go.”

You pulled away to look at him, “You knew how this could go…Don’t try to run away from us the second you’re making progress.”

He wiped his tears as he looked up at you, “I’m making progress?”

“Yes, Ethan. It’s going to take a lot more work, but you’re already doing such a good job with her. Don’t let anyone else make you feel like you aren’t supposed to be here with me…or be here with her.”

You felt yourself start to tear up as you heard Chad and Tara walk back inside. Ethan intently watched Chad, not knowing what to expect as he sat beside him on the couch.

“Why are you here?” Chad questioned; his voice significantly calmer than before. “You fucked your life up, so you come here to get her to put the pieces back together?”

“Chad, stop,” you warned, as Tara chimed in.

“Just tell him what you need to say, Chad. Don’t be an asshole. He is River’s dad,” she said, looking over to the sleeping baby.

Chad sighed, looking at Ethan, “I don’t fucking trust you, and I don’t like that you’re here. You fucking hurt me, dude. I defended you time and time again whenever you were accused of anything. You know how awful I felt when I found out you were a part of the reason we were fucking terrorized and almost killed?”

The guilt was all over Ethan’s face as he tried to think of the right things to say to apologize, but there weren’t any. He knew he fucked up, and he knew that it was going to take a lot for the people he cared about to even begin to trust him.

“I’m sorry, for everything,” Ethan finally said, as everyone’s eyes were on him. “I tried to stop it, I really did.”

“We know you did,” Tara said, as River started to wake up.

Chad got up and walked over to the bassinet to grab her. She stopped crying the second she was in his arms. Ethan watched the interaction, feeling sick to his stomach. You reached down to grab Ethan’s hand, attempting to comfort him before he had a chance to show the emotion that was building.

“We missed you,” Chad whispered to the baby, as he sat down beside Tara.

You let them bond with her as you sat with Ethan. “You’re still her dad,” you reminded him, as he nodded.

“So, what’s the deal with you two?” Chad asked, noticing Ethan’s hand in yours.

“Oh, um…right now he’s just…trying to make things right,” you said, as his thumb rubbed against your hand. “He wants to be in her life, and I want to give him that opportunity.”

“Do you really think that’s a good idea? He doesn’t know the first thing about her,” Chad said, handing the baby to Tara.

“I’m trying to learn,” Ethan sighed, “I get it that you hate me. You have a good reason to, but I’m doing a lot better than I was.”

“Whatever you say,” Chad sighed, “She’s more forgiving than I am.”

Ethan nodded as you stood up. “I need to go put the laundry in the dryer. Please don’t try to kill him,” you said, walking away.

“Don’t we have to worry about him trying to kill us?” Chad joked, but you turned around, not thinking the joke was very funny.

“He’s working through things, stop intentionally trying to trigger him,” you said, as Chad’s eyes connected with yours.

“Sorry, dude,” he said, as Ethan mumbled “Thanks.”

After Chad and Tara started to get used to Ethan being around, you excused yourself to go shower. You wanted to take Ethan shopping to get anything he needed, and you had to look at least somewhat presentable before you could do that. You even put on a little bit of makeup, hoping to hide the dark circles under your eyes.

You grabbed Ethan’s laundry out of the dryer and took it upstairs. It didn’t take long to fold it because he really didn’t have much. When you went back down the stairs, you got a bottle ready for River, knowing she’d be hungry soon.

Like clockwork, she started to cry as soon as it came out of the warmer.

“Hey, can I borrow my kid?” you asked Chad, as he gently passed her over to you. “Thanks,” you smiled, sitting beside Ethan. “You want to feed her?” you asked, as Ethan nodded.

Chad and Tara nervously watched him, but soon started to relax when they realized how gentle he was being with her. He’d gotten some practice during the feeding sessions in the middle of the night, but he was still terrified when it came to the burping part. He was scared he’d hurt her fragile little body, so he passed her off to you once she was done eating.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” Ethan said, going to the cart that extra baby blankets and clothes, and grabbed a burp cloth.

“Thanks,” you smiled, as he handed it to you. You adjusted her so she was laying on your shoulder, before patting her back. “Do you think you guys could babysit for a little bit?” you asked Chad and Tara.

“Of course,” Tara smiled, “Where are you going?”

“Ethan and I are going out for a little bit to get some things,” you said, as Ethan looked at you, unaware of the plan. “We talked about this last night,” you sighed, as he started to remember the conversation from the night before.

“Yeah, uh, I guess I should go change,” he said, getting up and heading up the stairs.

Once he was out of earshot, Tara started to whisper, “Do you feel safe going somewhere with him by yourself?”

“I’ve been here with him by myself,” you shrugged, as Chad started to shake his head.

“I know you want to give him a chance but is this really what’s best for you and River?” he asked, genuinely concerned for you and your daughter’s wellbeing. “Would you feel comfortable with him watching her by himself? He messed his whole future up.”

“It’ll be a long time before I could trust him alone with her. Fuck, I don’t even fully trust him being here,” you sighed, “But he’s trying to prove himself. He’s been through a lot.”

“You have, too, though,” Tara said, “You went through a pregnancy without him. You had the baby without him.”

“He didn’t know,” you started to defend him, as Chad got irritated.

“How was he supposed to know? He was busy trying to kill people,” he said, “I don’t want you to take this the wrong way, because we’ve been so happy to help…but it’s almost like a slap in the face to see you giving him a chance after we’ve been here for you through it all.”

“Please don’t look at it like that,” you said, your eyes starting to water, “I appreciate everything you guys have done. I appreciate everything that you’ll still do to help me out. If he fucks up, I already told him he doesn’t have anymore chances. Just try to be there for me while I figure this out.”

Chad and Tara both nodded, before you noticed that River was sound asleep laying against you. You swaddled her before putting her in the bassinet, and started to wonder what was taking Ethan so long.

The truth is, he never fully made it up the stairs once he heard everyone start to talk about him. He was silently sobbing as he stood on one of the stairs, not knowing what the best move would be. He could just grab his stuff and jump out the window, or he could keep trying to prove himself.

When he thought back to the conversation after he fully expected Chad to punch him, when you told him that he was making progress, he started to smile through his tears. His meds usually made him feel numb, but being back in your life was the first time he’d started to feel emotions again, and he was determined to prove to you that he was going to be an amazing dad.

[transwicky]

AIGHT I'm still on this.

My REAL thoughts on OllieWicks DPair:

They are sloppy at first. They don't know each other well, and are having a hard time clicking on the ice.

Then the kegster neck touch happens and they start dating and then suddenly they start doing better on the ice.

Their communication on the ice is flawless and it surprises everyone, including themselves.

They have insane chemistry on ice, and between them and Holster and Ransom, it drives Dex (and Nursey) insane that they just can't get along well enough to click like that on the ice.

But nobody even suspects that they're dating bc they're so chill about it. They don't do major PDAs, especially around the team (their fist bumps are their silent I love yous).

Chowder finally asks how they click they so well bc they don't act like Holster and Ransom and Wicky stares at him while Ollie raises an eyebrow and goes "Well, we're dating, first of all. Also we have sex regularly."

Chowder's entire world is Shook on that bc the two everyone said are the Token Straight Bros are DATING and ARE NOT STRAIGHT and he has to re evaluate his entire life.

He's the only SMH member that isn't shocked they got married.

[madisonandmore]

Honey, those sandcastles may look good, but it's time to grab your buckets and shovels to dig out our second day of works courtesy of our awesome creators!!!

Creators, if your work was revealed today make sure to update the published date to today so that your work will show up in the most recent Check Please works on AO3!

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Cowabunga (art)

Featuring: Eric "Bitty" Bittle/Jack Zimmermann

Summary: Artwork for a madison & more prompt! Jack and Bitty are surfboarders!!

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Making My Head Spin (24,347 words)

Featuring: Eric "Bitty" Bittle/Jack Zimmermann

Summary: Jack and Bitty never kissed after Jack's graduation and then fell out of contact. Until Bitty turns up at the Falconers' development camp a few weeks after his graduation.

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Heard the Mermaids Singing (1,230 words)

Featuring: Camilla Collins/Larissa "Lardo" Duan

Summary: Her hands shook in her pockets. What she was doing was a bad idea. The wind turned, blowing in from the water, meeting her where she was. The was a croon carried on it - like whale song. Like a siren's call. // In Boston harbor, the mermaid sings. Lardo has heard it in her dreams for months. On a summer's night, she follows it down to the water.

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Crashing Into You (669 words, chapter 1 of 15)

Featuring: Derek "Nursey" Nurse/William "Dex" Poindexter

Summary: William Pointdexter is mortified when his young Pitbull mix becomes obsessed with the shih-tzu at the dog park.

It doesn't help that the shih-tzu's owner is the most handsome man he's ever seen.

[hullomoon]

hullomoon's 2024 voiceteam round up!!!

another year, another successful voiceteam! i had such a fun time with my teammates and fellow voiceteam participants. and now, without further ado, here's a round-up!

works are ordered by posting date

[Podfic] This too shall pass | multivoice | Schitt's Creek | David/Patrick | 00:01:09

David has a kidney stone.

[Podfic] To NHL or Not to NHL: That is the Question | multivoice | Check Please! | Nursey/Dex | 00:05:37

How are you supposed to get over the homoerotic tension of finding your soulmate at 18 playing hockey? Or, Dex makes a decision about joining the NHL

[podfic] 50 Shades | Schitt's Creek | David/Patrick | 00:01:12

David’s tested every shade from Greige to Pewter, whereas Patrick, prefers plain Blue, and thought, they’d reached a compromise with Slate Blue. Or, the first time Patrick and David paint and decorate their cottage.

Surprise! | multivoice | Stranger Things | El-centric | 00:13:49

“Yes, Dustin, for the last time, I got the cake.” Dustin had a clipboard, where he was checking things off. “Chocolate with chocolate icing?” Steve rolled his eyes again for good measure and made sure his voice dripped in annoyance. “Yes, Henderson. I do listen when you talk, and all I’ve been hearing for the past week is chocolate-chocolate cake with chocolate icing - which I also got, before you ask.” “Well I just wanted to make sure, Steve. This is El’s first real birthday party and it needs to be perfect!”

[podfic] i'm making today a perfect day for you! | Fraggle Rock | Boober & Sidebottom | 00:05:19

After having to work on his birthday, Boober is a bit downtrodden. Luckily, a certain Fraggle from the dream realm is here to cheer him up with a pile of presents.

[podfic] Fast and Furry-ous | Fast & Furious; Muppets | 00:11:01

“You can’t be serious about bringing him back on the team. After last time?” Vince hissed. “He’s a loose cannon, Dom.” Letty shook her head, which made Brian even more nervous. If Letty was against something, it might definitely be a bad move. “Nah." Dom smirked, looking off into the distance. "His buddy is the one who climbs into the cannons.” “You can’t be serious about bringing him back on the team. After last time?” Vince hissed. “He’s a loose cannon, Dom.” Letty shook her head, which made Brian even more nervous. If Letty was against something, it might definitely be a bad move. “Nah." Dom smirked, looking off into the distance. "His buddy is the one who climbs into the cannons.”

[podfic] come and rest your bones with me | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 00:18:21

“We’re making a fort.” Steve is barely even halfway through the door when he is accosted with the declaration. His slick raincoat is still zipped up, his wet umbrella still wide open and dripping onto the porch behind him. “What?” He asks, fumbling to close the umbrella and shake it out before a stack of blankets are being shoved into his arms. “We are making a fort,” Eddie repeats, grinning at Steve. He’s got his own heap of blankets bundled against his chest, and when Steve glances past his shoulder he can see that the bones of said fort are already mostly established — Wayne’s armchair has already been moved from its cozy corner of the room to now sit directly across from the couch, and the coffee table has been pushed to the side so as to not be a nuisance to the building process. And, well, it sounds like a lot of fun, actually. “Yeah, sure, alright,” Steve replies with a huff of a laugh.

[filk] none compares with you (in my whump fanfics) | multivoice | Fandom | 00:03:43

You are my favorite character You're the one I always want to see In stories I'll write for hours You belong in my whump fanfics

[Filk] Life on Voice Team | multivoice | Fandom | 00:03:12

A filk of what it's like to be on Voice Team, to the Little mermaid song 'Under the Sea'

[podfic] folktale | Stranger Things | Wayne-centric | 01:01:57

It’s outlandish. It’s implausible. It’s beyond the scope of man, beyond the imagination of children. He wants to shake his head, wants to dismiss it the same way they would laugh at the end of each campfire story, the same way folks would turn their noses up at the talk from the old miners who see things in the coal dust and dark and heat, because everyone sees something in the mine. That’s just the nature of the shadow. Deciding to find his own answers, Wayne picks the wrong (or perhaps very right) moment to return to his trailer.

[podfic] Insect | Good Omens | Aziraphale/Crowley | 00:01:04

Poor Aziraphale and the outdoors

[podfic] Lovenerds | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 00:10:03

Steve Harrington is many things: a jock, a good time, a dethroned king, a pretty damn good babysitter. One thing he is not is a nerd. Eddie Munson disagrees

[podfic] The Soft Romance of Growing Old | Supernatural | Destiel | 00:03:25

No one romanticizes growing old. Not the way they romanticize being young. A brief look at Dean's perspective on becoming an old man with Cas by his side.

[podfic] an aborted, "I love you" | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 00:10:05

Steve’s thoroughly grateful that he’s listening to a message, and no response is required—can only stand there, jaw slack, at just how light his mother’s voice is. “A couple of work things fell through,” she continues with a breeziness that probably means several major ‘things’ went disastrously wrong, work related or otherwise. But it doesn’t sound like she cares all that much; if anything, she sounds excited. “So I thought we could—well, I don’t know how late we’ll be, but if you’re not too hungry, we could just order some pizza, lazy dinner? Plain cheese for you, right?” The distant ring of a bell on a counter. “Steve, darling, I know we haven’t been—” She cuts herself off with a sigh that’s gone too quickly for Steve to parse. He hasn’t ordered a plain cheese pizza since he was 12 years old. But she’s trying, he thinks. She’s trying.

baby dive in, cause the water feels fine | Schitt's Creek | Explicit | Alexis/Twyla | 1.1k; 00:10:10

Twyla can't help staring at Alexis's long legs and her itty bitty skirts

[podfic] 4B, Part Three: Christmas Jubilee | multivoice | Stranger Things | 00:12:32

“We’re having a Christmas party on the 23rd,” Robin says. “And our weird kids will not be portalling in through Hell this time.” “That’s good to know,” Maisie says, trying her best to plaster a grin on her face. She’s very good at feigning grins when the Interdimensional Portal Incident comes up. Josh and Maisie are invited to a very odd Christmas party. It's not so much the Christmas party that's odd, but the people who are attending it.

[feyhunter78]

Moonflowers (11/16)

Description: The aftermath of Aegon's death begins

Next Chapter:

Helaena woke in darkness. She could still feel Alyra’s warmth at her back, hear her even breathing, and she closed her eyes once more, telling herself that the excitement of the previous day had caused her to wake so early. She drifted back off, only to be woken once more by Alyra’s hand shaking her shoulder.

“Helaena, wake up, something’s wrong.” Alyra said, her voice scratchy from sleep, but with a clear undertone of panic.

Helaena sat up slowly, glancing around the room, it was still dark, nearly pitch black, she could only make out the whites of Alyra’s eyes and the faint light of torches outside her window. “What’s happened?”

Alyra rose from the bed, and quickly lit a nearby candle before donning her dressing gown and handing Helaena her own. “I’m not sure, I always wake up an hour after the sun rises, every day without fail, but I am awake, and the sun has not risen.”

Helaena remembered Alyra’s words from the night before, as sure as I am that the sun will rise in the morning and set at night. The sun had not risen this morning. A gnawing fear began to form in her stomach as she slipped her dressing gown over her nightdress. “We must find the children, and Aemond.”

Alyra nodded and headed out the door, the small candle she held their only source of light. They walked silently, Helaena holding Alyra’s free hand as they first made their way to her and Aemond’s chambers. Alyra knocked quietly, and the door swung open.

Aemond was fully dressed, sword at his side. “My love, sister, I was moments away from coming to find you both.”

“What is happening?” Helaena asked, looking around the hall to see if any others had awoken.

Aemond stepped out of his quarters, shutting the door firmly behind him. “I am unsure, I rise with the sun, but was not greeted by its light this day.” His voice was calm, quieting some of her anxieties, but she noticed the way his hand rested on the hilt of his sword, the whiteness of his knuckles.

“Could this be an invasion, or some use of dark magic?” Alyra asked, fiddling with her ring, as her eyes swept the hall. “I don’t understand how we haven’t run into any guards.”

Aemond hummed lowly, “we haven’t currently offended any other house enough to warrant an invasion, but perhaps we have been betrayed.”

Fear shot through Helaena at the idea of her children alone in this strange darkness, with potential enemies prowling the empty halls. “We must get to my children.”

They set off towards the nursey Aemond leading the way, when they got closer, they began to hear soft conversation and Aemond halted them, drawing his sword. He took careful, quiet steps, inching forward until he could peek through the crack in the nursery’s door. His shoulders relaxed, and he pushed the door opening, beckoning for Helaena and Alyra to follow.

Inside the nursey was Rhaenyra, and Jacaerys, their heads bowed together as they spoke, but turning quickly towards the open door.

“Sister, good-brother.” Aemond said, making sure Helaena and Alyra entered the room before he shut it.

Helaena let out a sigh of relief to see Jaehaera and Jaehaerys sleeping soundly in the arms of Jacaerys and Rhaenyra. She reached out towards Rhaenyra, taking Jaehaera from her and holding her daughter close to her chest.

“My princess, do you know why the sky is black?” Alyra directed her question towards Rhaenyra, her hand seeking Aemond’s for comfort as she did.

Rhaenyra shook her head, “I do not, nor do I know where the guards have gone, we came here to check on the children, and then we were headed towards you three next.”

Jacaerys held Jaehaerys in his arms and brought him closer to Helaena. “I wished to find you first, but I knew your first priority would be the children.” He leaned forward and pressed a chaste kiss to her cheek, before lowering his voice. “Are you unharmed?”

Helaena nodded, “have either of you seen my mother?”

“We have seen no one but my family, the children, and now you three.” Rhaenyra said. “Harwin has stayed in our chambers with Lucerys, Joffrey, and Viserys.”

“We should see father, to check on him and to request to be married.” Helaena said, eyes focused on Jacaerys. There were too many unknowns this morning, she did not want to risk losing her chance at happiness due to any upcoming chaos.

Rhaenyra nodded, “we shall take the tunnels, follow me.” She pushed on the far corner of the nursery, and it gave way, exposing a darkened passageway.

Helaena blanched at how easy it would be for an assassin to slip in and harm her children. She made up her mind that once she and Jacaerys were officially wed, she would move the children closer to them and have all their rooms checked for secret passages.

Alyra took Jaehaerys from Jacaerys and motioned for him to follow behind his mother, while Aemond took the rear. They followed Rhaenyra in silence, marveling at the way she seemed to know every twist and turn by heart, never stopping or second guessing herself. She pulled the arm of a carving in the wall and another doorway appeared.

They emerged in their father’s chambers. It was dimly lit, and Rhaenyra knocked on the door to his bedroom before stepping inside.

King Viserys was wide awake, sitting at his desk writing by candlelight.

“Father?” Rhaenyra called.

He turned and smiled; his greying face brightened by joy. “My daughter.” He looked at all of them gathered behind her and his smile dimmed. “Is there a problem? I cannot remember when so many of my family has visited me all at once.”

Rhaenyra walked over and knelt beside her father. “The sun has refused to rise, have you not seen?”

King Viserys glanced out his window. “I believed it to be late in the night.”

Jaehaera began to cry in Helaena’s arms, and she shushed her gently, but Viserys had already turned his attention to them. “My beautiful granddaughter, please bring her closer.”

Helaena did so, turning so that her father could see Jaehaera’s face. He reached for her, and she eased Jaehaera into her grandfather’s arms. Helaena had always felt a connection with her father, despite his near constant ignorance of her existence. When he did remember he had a second daughter, he would call her to read to him, or to bring her children to his chambers. They would play on his rug while he attempted to broach the subject of dreams with her.

“Father, I wish to ask something of you.” She said softly.

He looked up at her as he let Jaehaera play with the sleeve of his night clothes. “Oh?”

Jacaerys stepped up beside her, taking her hand in his. “We both have something to ask of you.”

Viserys raised an eyebrow at Jacaerys, not missing the way he clasped Helaena’s hand. “Do go on, then.”

Jacaerys looked at her, warm eyes searching her face as if to make certain once more that this is what she desired. She squeezed his hand and nodded, she had no doubts, no hesitation. “Grandsire, I love Helaena, and she returns my affections wholeheartedly. My mother has already married us in the Valyrian tradition, but I wish to obtain your blessing for us to marry under the eyes of The Seven.”

Viserys sat back, his eyes darting to Rhaenyra, who nodded, confirming Jacaerys’ words. “You both are aware that Helaena is already married, correct? I am holding one of her children from her marriage to Aegon.” His voice grew serious. “Bigamy is a crime punishable to the highest extent, if Aegon were to ever find out—”

“He won’t father, Aegon is dead. He was killed by a prostitute late last night, his body discovered in an alley by a member of the City Watch.” Rhaenyra said, stepping forward and placing her hands on Jacaerys and Helaena’s shoulders. “Aegon was a cruel boy, and an ever crueler husband. Jacaerys and Helaena should have been allowed to marry instead of her and Aegon. And now that Aegon is dead, Helaena is free to marry another.”

Viserys’ arms began to shake, and Jacaerys took Jaehaera from him, allowing the girl to snuggle her head against his chest.

“My son is dead?” Viserys said, his voice strained.

“It is of his own doing, Aegon knew the dangers of Fleabottom, but continued to venture there night after night.” Aemond spoke up. “My sister has been a dutiful wife and mother; she should not be punished for having a pig of a husband.”

“How do you know all of this? I am the king, I should have been informed as soon as his body was discovered.”

Helaena stiffened, what could they say?

Rhaenyra swooped in, saving Helaena from attempting to make up an answer. “Harwin is still Commander of the City Watch, his men informed him of the tragedy.”

Viserys nodded still hesitant, “and now you two”—he motioned to Helaena and Jacaerys— “wish to marry so soon after his death?”

“Please father, I know it is unorthodox, but think of how it will unite the family. Jace and I’s children will be of Targaryen, Hightower, and Strong blood. They will be beloved by the Hightowers and the Strongs.” Helaena said, blinking back the desperate tears that welled up in her eyes. She didn’t wish to cry, she wanted to appear strong, and determined, so her father would believe her words.

Viserys sighed and leaned forward in his chair, scrutinizing her and Jacaerys. “Swear to me neither of you played a hand in Aegon’s death.”

Both her and Jacaerys swore on their dragons, Helaena offering up a silent apology to Dreamfyre.

Viserys looked to his eldest daughter. “Rhaenyra, do you truly believe this is wise?”

“I do, father. I would not have married them if I did not believe that their joining would be a boon to our family.”

He nodded his head and stood, using the arm of his chair to assist him. “Very well then, Jacaerys, Helaena, I give you my permission to wed, provided it is after the funeral for Aegon. I will not have it seem as if we are making a mockery of his death.” He turned to Helaena and gently brushed her cheek. “Your mother would not be happy if we joined you and Jacaerys before then.”

Helaena nodded and beamed at Jacaerys.

“Thank you, grandsire, your wisdom, and kindness, knows no bounds.” Jacaerys said, smiling at Viserys then at Helaena as he handed Jaehaera off to Rhaenyra before embracing Helaena and resting his forehead against hers. “Soon I shall be able to shout from Vermax of our marriage, of my joy.”

Helaena closed her eyes, basking in his warmth. “I love you.” She whispered, “I cannot wait to be able to profess my love for you in front of the realm.”

A frantic knocking on the door snapped everyone from the moment, and Aemond opened the door slowly before standing back and allowing his mother entrance into the room.

“Viserys have you seen Helaena or the children, I cannot—” She froze, seeing Helaenain Jacaerys’ embrace.

“Helaena is here safe with Jacaerys, and the children are also here, safe with Rhaenyra and Alyra.” Viserys said, holding his hands out to calm Alicent.

Alicent stalked over to Helaena and Jacaerys, tearing her daughter out of his arms. “Helaena.” She hissed. “You are a married woman; you cannot be caught in the arms of another man in such a way.”

“Jace is not another man, he is my husband.” Helaena said, her father’s approval giving her the courage to face her mother.

“Your husband? Aegon is your husband?” Alicent’s hand went to feel Helaena’s forehead, “are you feeling alright sweetling? Shall I call a maester?”

“Aegon is dead, mother, the City Watch informed us late last night.” Aemond said, removing her hand from Helaena and taking it in his own.

Aemond was the only one who could truly calm their mother, and at times Helaena envied his ability.

Alicent’s face paled, and then her knees gave out. Aemond’s quick reflexes were the only thing that kept her from falling. She looked at Viserys, “is it true?”

He nodded, “Aegon was found in an alley, stabbed by a woman from one of the brothels, I am sorry, my dear.”

Alicent let out a broken sound of distress and Helaena felt her tears return, she never wanted to harm her mother, only to be free of Aegon’s cruelty.

Aemond moved to the floor with their mother and let her sob into his shoulder. “It will be alright, mother. We will tell the people he died of a sickness, no shame will befall our family, I swear it.” He said softly, his arms wrapped tightly around their mother.

Helaena wanted to go to her, to comfort her mother, but it would feel false, as if she was intentionally deceiving her. She did not grieve Aegon, not the way her mother did. To Helaena’s surprise, it with Rhaenyra who took Alicent’s hand.

 Having passed Jaehaera to Alyra who now had both children, she knelt by her former friend and squeezed her hand. “I may not know your exact pain, but I know how it feels to lose a child.” She said, motioning for Aemond to allow her to take Alicent.

He did so gently and stood, taking Jaehaerys from Alyra, so she could wrap both arms around the squirming Jaehaera.

Rhaenyra cupped Alicent’s tear soaked face. “This pain you are feeling will lessen, I promise you.” Her words were soft, her eyes locked on Alicent’s. They sat there staring at each other, communicating silently, as Helaena assumed they did long ago.

“He was my son, my firstborn.” Alicent whimpered, her hands clutching Rhaenyra’s shoulders for support.

“He will always remain that, he will always be yours.” Rhaenyra said, wiping Alicent’s tears away with her thumbs. “Let us join our children, let them be happy in the wake of this pain.”

Alicent’s shoulders sagged, “she is my only daughter, Rhaenyra.”

Rhaenyra wrapped her arms around her former friend, pulling her close. “Jacaerys will not let her come to harm, they will remain here. I will not take her from you.” She rested her head on Alicent’s shoulder, her voice so low, Helaena almost didn’t catch her words. “Helaena deserves to be married to someone she loves; give her the chance you did not have.”

Alicent nodded, wrapping her arms around Rhaenyra as well. “I will allow the marriage.” She said, her voice stained with tears.

Tag list: @nyctophilic0vitnir, @svtansdaddyx, @fan-goddess, @dc-marvel-girl96, @shintax-error, @bellameshipper, @the141bandicoot, @the-phantom-of-arda, @haydee5010

[bigmacdaddio]

Bo Didley original which I didn’t know b/c I have the New York Dolls in my head...

As I was lying in a hospital bed A rock and roll nurse go into my head She says, hold out your arm, boy (and stick out your tongue) I got some pills, I'm gonna give you someShe went into my head, into my head A rock and roll nurse go into my head Into my head, into my head As I was lying in a hospital bedA little pill for my legs, but that didn't ache Tried some pills for my heart, but a little to late Got some pills for my love, to try to get me at ease When a rock and roll nurse shook me down to my kneesShe went into my head, shoved into my head A rock and roll nurse go into my head Into my head, into my head As I was lyin' in a hospital bedI got the rock n roll nurseNursey, nursey, well I don't see I can't understand what your doin' to me Said you'd give me the pills, then you'd give me that shot Got me wonderin' what is worse I gotShe went into my head, shoved into my head A rock n roll nurse go into my head Into my head, to my head As I was lying in a hospital bedI got the rock and roll nurse She's makin' it worse Keeps on shooting it right on to my headDoctor, doctor, doctor, run here and see! I don't dig this jive this nurse givin' me Gives me the shots, gives me the pills Got me takin' this junk, against my willShe went into my head, shoved into my head A rock and roll nurse go into my head Into my head, into my head As I was lyin' in a hospital bed I got the-

[nicolepeterson]

"I'll keep that in mind." She said with a small laugh. She truly appreciated the woman and was always happy to talk to her. "Oh, yeah. Some days I just wanna sleep all day." She took a deep breath. "I'm between, actually. I'm ready, but also like please stay for a little longer so I can get stuff done." Nicole shook her head with a smile. "Oh, yeah. We still have to set up the nursey and move my things in and all that stuff. So definitely glad there's still some time. Luckily, I have a good support system that's always ready to help." She was definitely lucky with having her family, Ricky's family, and their friends all ready to help her. "I bet. How much longer do you have?" She asked. "He's doing good. He's still getting used to being out and dealing with the cravings and everything." She played with the yarn in her hand out of nerves. "But otherwise, he's doing good."

"You need an ego boost; you know where to find me!" Chantel smiled, looking at the other and offering her a playful wink. Though, Chantel wasn't just saying this to boost Nicole's ego; she really spoke the truth. And what she was seeing with Nicole was that she really did get more cute with every passing day. "I can imagine you're probably exhausted." she nodded. "And you still have almost three months to go. I bet you're ready for baby to be here already." she smiled. Though as the subject changed to her mentioning that she wasn't settled she chuckled. "Or maybe you're thankful that baby isn't here yet. Is there still a lot to do?" Chantel of course didn't know the first thing about buying things for a baby, but she knew that having children in general required a lot of work. "I'll just be glad when I can walk normally again. Getting around with crutches isn't the most ideal, but I'm managing." she nodded. "How is Ricky? Is he doing okay?"

[nurseyydex]

I feel like I yell about this often but tbh why can't I just have dex with an eyebrow piercing (and nursey dying repeatedly)

[my2phetaliaheadcanons]

What would happen if the (yandere) 2p Allies's darling happily tell them that they are going to be a father?

(Y/N) trembled in the white tiled bathroom. Her hands shook as she read the blue and white pregnancy test in her hands.

Two vibrant pink lines were the only colors her mind could focus on, as the words “I’m pregnant” fired off on repeat in her mind like a twisted version of her favorite song.

Tears filled her eyes as her throat bubbled. (Y/N) wasn’t sure whether that sensation was a wail or her own warm partially digested food wanting to escape.

The call of her husband momentarily stopped her downward spiral. (Y/N) looked toward the white door, she noticed that his voice was sounded heavier than normal as he continued to call her to his side.

Knowing that her day would only worsen more if he was made to wait much longer, she slowly stood. Legs wobbled as she staggered her way to her living room, the test clutched tightly in her fist.

At the sight of her husband, sitting on their leather couch, she pulled a feeble smile together. It’s points twitched as she made eye contact with the man that claimed to love her.

He saw through her façade like it was a piece of warped glass. His concern was evident as he stood and closed the distance. His hold was gentle as he prodded her to answer the reason for her fear.

Stuttering with the same broken smile, she answered.

“I-I-I’m pre-gnant-t.”

France: François’ cigarette fell as his mouth dropped. “What did you zay?”

“I’m pregnant!” The dam broke as she sobbed into his chest. François’ purple shirt dampening from the heavy tears.

François hugged her closer, burying his face in her soft locks. Shoe crushing the cigarette, he whispered French comforts.

“Do not worry, Amore. You will be a great mother.”

America: “NO WAY!” Allen screamed. A large smile on his face as he spun (Y/N) around.

The second her feet touched the beige carpet; Allen began a barrage of questions. How far along was she, when did she find out, what doctor did she see?

The last question made her shiver as his hands tightened slight and his smile dropping.

“I don’t know, today, and I used the stick test.”

“Oh.” The grip loosened. The smile returning, as he hugged her close.

(Y/N) noted a phantom pain in her hips as Allen dreamy rocked her, wondering which of the fifty states would be born first.  

Canada: Chuckling Matt ran a hand through his long locks. “I was beginning to lose hope, but I guess I never should have doubted.”

(Y/N)’s voice was soft as she questioned him. Wondering what he meant.

“Since that day I first saw you,” Matt smiled, “I know that you were meant to mother my children.”

England: Gently Oliver grasped (Y/N)’s hands. She shivered at his cool touch and cat-like smile.

His British accent filled the room as he expressed his excitement. The coos of pride as he told (Y/N) how he couldn’t wait to be a father, how he dreamed of this day and would not fail like he had with his brothers. Ramblings about which colors they would paint the nursey, and which fairy tribe they would ask to bless their child.

(Y/N) sat frozen. Wondering how long he had been waiting to hear this news.

Russia: Viktor held out his gloved hand, a silent request to see the pregnancy test. There was no fight as the tired woman gave the plastic rectangle to the much taller male.

Holding it at eye lever Viktor looked at the positive test. A satisfied smile crept across his face as he gazed down at his little wife.

His hand cupped her waist as he gently led her to their large bedroom. This was exciting news, and he knew the perfect way to celebrate.

China: Jin launched himself into (Y/N)’s arms as he quietly thanked her. A couple tears left his eyes at the realization of his centuries long dream was coming true.

Holding his Qin at arm’s length, a genuine smile on his face as he proclaimed that a family gathering needed to be held. Everyone needed to hear the wonderful news of the newest addition.

[radiant-reid]

Perfection

It was the first time Y/n had slept in weeks. Thankfully, her job conditioned her to sleep an inadequate amount. But having a newborn was a whole new, difficult challenge.

Maisie Pippa Reid was proving difficult. Somehow Y/n and Spencer had managed to apprehend the most dangerous criminals in the United States but, they could not get their daughter to sleep.

She was only a few days old and proving a challenge for the new parents.

Much to Y/n's delight, Spencer had agreed to take the night shift so she could get some rest. As soon as her head hit the pillow, she was out, sleep taking over.

When she woke up, it was 6 in the morning. Probably the first 7 hour night she'd gotten since her second trimester. She did think it was odd the apartment wasn't filled with baby screams.

Spencer and Y/n had been married for 5 years, and she trusted him with her life. She was also fully confident in his fathering abilities. But, she did assume she'd be waking up to screams.

So it was odd when she didn't. She got out of bed, straightening it out before taking a walk to the nursery.

Spencer had painted the whole thing, insisting on Y/n not smelling the paint fumes, despite knowing it was highly unlikely to hurt their baby. It was no surprise he was going to be protective, knowing all the facts about how babies could get hurt.

He had already read all the books he could get his hands on when JJ was pregnant. But he was extra protective with Y/n.

The room was lavender. He maintained it wasn't because of his own personal fondness for the colour. Y/n did believe the study that showed it relaxed children, but so did several other colours.

Still, it was perfect. The ideal nursey with the most well-built crib in the world. Built by Maisie's godfather, Derek Morgan, with her father's help to make sure it was safe.

Y/n could hear the soft Beethoven as she neared the room, careful to keep her movements quiet. While it was Spencer's favourite, he assured her Maisie needed to listen to it to promote the connection of her neurological pathways.

When she peered around the open door, there was a shirtless Spencer. He lay on the couch in the nursery. On his chest, a sleeping Maisie. Despite how slim he looked, he was quite muscular.

Still unaware of her presence, Spencer continued to caress the little girls face. His soft fingertips trailing from her forehead down to her nose and across her cheek.

"Hey, what's happening in here?" Y/n made her proximity known. Spencer looked up at her, the happiest smile on his face. Even on their wedding day, she wasn't sure she'd ever seen him so happy. Notably, because of how tired she presumed he was.

"Hi, love. We're doing some skin to skin contact." His voice was thick from not using it. "Look at her."

Y/n walked close to the father-daughter duo, admiring their little girls face. She knew every parent thought it, but Maisie really was the cutest baby she'd ever seen.

She couldn't help let Spencer know how she felt. "She's so beautiful."

He nodded quickly, looking up at his wife. "I just can't believe any of this is real."

"I know," She agreed. "I feel the exact same." They both fell silent as they admired the perfect little girl, who came from two imperfect parents.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Spencer asked, breaking the silence and looking up at Y/n.

She was sure she was. They had been together for 8 years there was no way she wouldn't be. "She's the most perfect baby in the world."

"Oh, good. I thought it was just me thinking it." Spencer said with a light chuckle. His chest moving up and down made the little girl fuss. "I know every parent thinks their baby is perfect, but she actually is flawless." That made Y/n let out a little giggle.

"She gets better every time I look at her, I think." Y/n mentioned, still not understanding how something so small could have her so whipped.

Spencer nodded, taking hold of Maisie's fingers. Y/n would never stop thinking about how good his hands looked, slender and veiny. "Look how small they are. They're just the most adorable thing ever." Y/n hadn't ever seen him this soft. Ready to give Maisie whatever she wanted.

"I think I like her nose," Y/n mentioned, leaning down to trace her finger over it. "'S just like yours. I hope it stays like that." She continued before running her finger over Spencer's perfect nose. He scrunched it under her fingertips, causing laughter to coarse through her.

Spencer's smile never came off his face, dimpling his cheeks as his wife traced over them. "Do you think she'll get my dimples as well?" He asked hopefully, moving his finger to her cheeks.

"I'm seriously hoping she does," Y/n confirmed. "Honestly, I hope she's 100% you." She couldn't help admire her husband. From the wrinkle in the middle of his eyebrow to his barely-there moustache and his sharp cheekbones, he was the definition of perfection.

"I'm not sure how I'm ever going to repay you," Spencer spoke honestly, his attention now on Y/n. "You've given me the best gift I've ever received, and I don't think... No, I know, there isn't anything I can ever do that will be as good as this." His words melted her heart, turning her to mush. Maybe two people had Y/n wrapped around their fingers.

"Spence." Y/n cooed, running her fingers through his coffee-coloured curls. "She's 50% you, well maybe more." She giggled.

Spencer shook his head, his smile fading. "I didn't do any of the hard work." He retaliated.

"Baby." Y/n sat down, so she was at Spencer's eye level. "You painted this whole room, read every single book you could find- I think you knew more than some of the doctors in there- found all the OBGYNs and have been there every step of the way. I don't think there's anyone else in the world that would go that far." That wasn't even 1/100th of the ways Spencer had helped Y/n throughout her pregnancy.

A soft smile lit up his face again, and she had never been more pleased to see it. "Still." He reached out to grab her hand. "Thank you."

Y/n smiled back at him and their perfect daughter. "I could just watch her forever."

Spencer agreed. "But, she is going to grow up." He reminded her somberly. If he had one wish, it would that they stayed in the moment forever. After all the bad he had witnessed, he never wanted the innocent child to see anything horrific.

"Don't remind me." Y/n playfully glared at him. "'Just always want to have a baby."

"I can do that for you, love." Spencer reminded her, a cheeky smirk now on his face.

"That is exactly the hard work I need you for," Y/n told him before she realised her mistaken words. "That's not what I meant." It didn't matter, Spencer was already laughing at the sexual innuendo.

Unfortunately, it woke up Maisie. She immediately started screaming. Spencer knew how it was possible, but he didn't understand how such a long sound could come from such small lunges.

Y/n picked her baby up off Spencer, walking her over to the chair to breastfeed.

"Can I stay?" Spencer asked hopefully. He enjoyed having his own skin-to-skin contact with the baby, but Maisie's connection with her mother would always be unique.

Y/n nodded. "As long as you're not cheeky." She sent him a pointed look which he just laughed off.

Both of them were still amazed about how perfect the moment was.

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This story comes with a ⚠️ MASSIVE trigger warning ⚠️ for child illness. I dealt with one of the most traumatic experiences of my life this week that resulted in the death of a baby. Writing is how I cope and how I process. This is rough, and I probably missed a lot in editing, but I gave it a happy ending. This story is how I wish things would have ended. Also, I chose Armand for this one because (correct me if I'm wrong) I think there's a scene in Devil's Minion of him giving money to trick-or-treaters; I thought he'd be a good fit. I don't mean to offend; I don't mean to hurt anyone. I'm simply trying to understand.

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RELIEF

At first he thought the crying was coming from inside his mind, though why he would imagine an infant’s cry, he had no idea. Armand stopped in his tracks; Daniel kept walking, only realizing he was alone when he reached the corner. When Daniel turned back, he saw Armand staring up at the whitewashed façade of the hospital. The red EMERGENCY sign lighting up almost an entire parking lot and spilling out into the street.

“What are you doing?” Daniel asked, coming back to stand next to his maker.

“Don’t you hear it, Daniel?” Armand asked softly.

“Hear what?"

“The crying.”

Daniel turned his attention to the automatic doors constantly sliding open and shut. “I hear a lot of crying; it’s a hospital.”

Armand shook his head. “No,” he whispered. “It’s a baby.”

Daniel cocked his head. “Yeah…” he answered, unsure of what was happening. “I hear a lot of babies crying. They’re born here, you know.”

Armand turned his large brown eyes to his minion. “I’m not talking about those babies, Danny. I’m talking about one in particular.”

Daniel sighed. “Well, you’re going to have to point them out for me, because I hear an entire nursey of squalling little offspring.” He crossed his arms.

“Very well,” Armand agreed, and rushed inside the emergency department.

Daniel didn’t have any time at all to make any attempts to persuade him otherwise. Even as a vampire, he almost had to break into a run to keep up with Armand’s lightening speed. They were moving too fast to be seen, Armand effortlessly dodging and weaving between patients, doctors, and visitors while poor Daniel was left dancing some kind of uncoordinated ballet to keep from bumping into anyone.

When they reached the elevators Armand paused long enough to smash the up arrow, leaving Daniel to jump between the closing doors. “Where the hell are we going?” he demanded, slumping against the wall.

“You said you wanted me to point the baby out,” Armand told him. “That’s what I’m doing.”

The fourth floor was painted some of the brightest colors Daniel had ever seen. Blues, greens, reds and yellows created a surprisingly comforting atmosphere while recognizable cartoon characters waved and pointed visitors towards the patient rooms. They past the Hundred Acre Woods, Micky Mouse’s Clubhouse and the island where the wild things are on their way towards this mysterious crying that Daniel still hadn’t heard. He knew better than to say anything, though. Armand was beyond determined to show Daniel this child, though what Armand would do next, he wasn’t sure.

He stopped so suddenly that Daniel nearly ran into him. The door had the most uninviting clown taped to it, but damn it they tried their best. Armand pushed the door open slowly, making sure the hinges didn’t creak.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Daniel asked, looking up and down the hall.

Armand didn’t answer, only stepped completely inside the room. Every monitor known to man must have been hanging on the wall, each with it’s own individual line that connected to a tiny body lying motionless in a hospital crib. The poor thing couldn’t have been a year old, at best, and her breathing came in shallow, hurried gasps. The heart monitor was either racing or plummeting. Across the room, curled up on the small, brick-hard couch, were two adults Daniel assumed were the girl’s parents. They stirred in their unrestful sleep, clinging to each other desperately.

Armand approached the crib and stared down at the pink swaddled bundle for a long time. Daniel stepped closer as well. The top of her head was wrapped entirely in bandages, iodine stains visible through the hair. Her blue eyes hung half-opened and lusterless. Daniel realized that she really wasn’t breathing on her own, a machine was doing that for her; it seemed like these machines were doing more for her than she was on her own.

The pain in the room was palpable, the stress tangible. Daniel’s Mind Gift wasn’t entirely developed yet, but he was able to surmise from the parents’ dreams that this was an accident; a horrible and unfair accident—one that only God himself could orchestrate and execute—had left this poor little human in the state she was in.

Daniel glanced back at the sleeping parents. “What happened?” he asked, but Armand only shrugged. “What are you going to do?” He wasn’t sure if he’d get an answer for that either.

He didn’t answer in words. Instead Armand pushed the blanket down, away from the baby’s face, exposing a chest full of sticky monitor pads and wires, the little lungs blowing up and deflating mechanically. Armand brushed the baby’s cheek and she twitched. “It’s alright, little one,” Daniel heard him say. “I’m going to help you.”

“You’re going to what?”

Armand didn’t look up at Daniel, but somehow he knew Armand’s expression was telling him to shut up. He stepped back from the crib and the other vampire, keeping an eye on the parents who were beginning to stir. Whatever Armand was going to do, he better do it fast. Daniel turned back to the crib in just enough time to see Armand prick his thumb on one of his fangs. Daniel gasped and covered his mouth. “Are you seriously doing what I think you’re doing?!”

“Just a drop or two,” Armand said without looking up. “She’s only a baby.”

“Are you crazy?” Daniel was beginning to panic. Who in their right mind—vampiric or otherwise—would give a child this dark blood? Armand of all people should know how that scenario ends.

Armand pushed the intubation tube out of the way slightly, making just enough room for his thumb to swipe against the baby’s tongue. She swallowed and almost instantly began to cough. Daniel gripped his hair with both hands, threatening to rip it out. They’d killed her; they’d killed this baby and they were going to be caught and experimented on and that was the end of it. Armand, calm as ever, simply stepped back and took Daniel’s hand. Together they watched as one monitor after another stopped blinking; all of them stopped beeping. The heart monitor steadied itself and the oxygen intake number began to rise. The baby, however, was still coughing profusely.

“I don’t think she can breathe on her own with that tube in,” Daniel said, though it was only a guess based on something he’d seen on one of those doctor shows. Armand looked up at him for the first time that night in alarm, his eyes begging for Daniel to fix the situation. At first, Daniel wasn’t sure what to do, but then his eyes fell on the bright red call button on the wall. He pushed it and immediately a light out in the hall above the door began to flash. “We need to get out of here; I just called for medical staff.”

They had just enough time to slip out as two nurses came flying into the room. Daniel and Armand stayed pressed against the darkened wall, listening to the commotion. The parents were awake now, and they were demanding to know what was going on with their daughter.

“I—I don’t understand it. She wasn’t going to last the night,” one of the nurses was saying. The mother began to cry hysterically. “No,” the nurse continued. “That’s what’s so amazing. She’s stable now. Go get the doctor; he’ll want to see this.”

They watched the second nurse disappear around the corner only to return minutes later with a tall, dark-skinned man. “What do you mean she’s stable?” he was asking as they ran.

“Her numbers,” the nurse panted. “I can’t believe it.”

Daniel leaned closer to the door trying to catch bits and pieces of the muffled conversation. It was a miracle, one of the nurses said. It couldn’t be explained by medical science. The baby wasn’t meant to see the sunrise, she was that far gone. In the next moment they heard the little girl’s crying as the tube was removed from her throat, followed by the harrowing sobs of relief from both her mother and father. The medical staff stepped out, telling the family they would be back to make sure the baby’s vitals were still good and her stats were holding. Each of them, Daniel saw, was just as dumbfounded as the next.

“You knew that would help, didn’t you?” Daniel whispered. Armand only smiled. “You know that was a good thing you did. Maybe you’re not such a devil after all.”

Armand chuckled. “I’ll always be a devil, sweet Danny, but only to those who want me to be.”

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Prince Wicky AU Chapter 7

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Wicky didn’t say anything when Nursey, Dex, and Chowder came over the first week of being back on campus. They had knocked, and Henry had narrowed his eyes, but let the three in, and when Wicky looked up from eating lunch, he’d been expecting Ollie. Instead, he got the frogs. “Oh, hey guys.” He said, blinking. “Hey. Ollie here yet?” Nursey asked, and Wicky shook his head. “Nah.” He said, “I haven’t heard from him in a bit, actually. I’m kind of worried.” “I’m sure he’s fine, Wicks.” Dex said, rolling his eyes, and Chowder looked confused. “They’re dating, C.” Nursey said, amused, and Chowder’s eyes widened. “Wh- you never said!” Chowder cried, and Wicky snorted. “Because our relationship is nobody’s business.” He said, as Dex and Nursey sat down, and Nursey tugged Chowder to sit. “Lardo fines the shit outta us anyways.” “Good thing you can afford it.” Jacob said, walking in – on his phone –and Wicky huffed. “Please tell me you’re talking to Raptor.” He begged. “Nope.” The man said, and Wicky groaned. “Bro… Please just ask Raptor out.” Dex said, and Wicky flung his arm out, motioning to Dex. “He is saying- Do you know how- ASK HIM OUT!” Wicky cried, and Chowder blinked. “Wait, he’s the guy Raptor’s got a thing for?” Chowder asked. “Yes.” Henry said, walking in with the newspaper. “Frankie called; their flight was canceled and the second one was delayed.” The prince groaned.

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