#please let me know if this needs any tw/cw for bugs

[soosoosoup]

Fluffy rearing

[firebeetlefables]

Currently working on un-fucking my messy blog, so... HOUSEKEEPING!

first a lil intro since this is gonna be the pinned for now.

hello! we are the Fable Collective, but you can call us Fable. we are 22 and use they/them or it/its pronouns (mostly.) we are a mixed-origin DID system that (and this will be said ONCE.) WILL NOT PARTICIPATE IN SYSCOURSE. We use we and i semi-interchangeably, so singular references do not bother us as a collective.

beyond that we collectively like art, nature, memes, and are oriented towards positive social changes. all forms of racism, homophobia, transphobia, abelsim, etc, will get u blocked.

we are a tad dyslexic! i apologize in advance for any and all typos and misspellings.

now, onto the actual housekeeping...

im currently going through the excruciating process of mass editing all my posts and adding tags to most of them. featured tags will be as follows (in case you ever wanna scroll for specific content):

All creechers beeg and smol- general catch-all animal tag.

birb friends!- bird pictures

büg- bugs and critters of that variety. I will NEVER post spider pictures as i am severely arachnaphobic.

other bug tags: beeble, moff (for beetles and moths respectively)

my art- see name

other things I'll tag...

All Palestine content will be under "Palestine" or "free Palestine."

dogs (for my cynophobic homie)

general cw/tw stuff (feel free to rq anything that bothers u esp if we are moots and ill do my best to comply)

additionally...

i am willing to add closed captions onto any video I've reblogged that doesn't have it and photo ID's onto all photos! you may wanna request it, but if I have spoons I will!

please know, if you feel the need to correct me on any facts (making this clear: not opinions. facts! ex: "yall said in a post that cats don't have whiskers, they certainly do" or "the use of that tag is incorrect in this instance") I'm usually fairly receptive to it, I truly don't mind as long as its like that.

feel free to let me know if a source I rb from is in some way problematic, id rather know.

AND LASTLY, THIS IS YOUR HOUSEKEEPING REMINDER THAT ALL BIGOTS WILL BE BEATEN OFF MY BLOG WITH A BROOM. SEE URSELVES OUT.

[l4xu0riipng]

A scene in one of my Rise au’s between the disaster twins.

(Cw/Tw: mentions of and descriptions of blood, injury, and death.)

⚠️ALL INTERACTIONS IN THIS FIC ARE ENTIRLY PLATONIC, I DO NOT SUPPORT TCEST, I DO NOT WRITE TCEST. TCEST/PROSHIPS DNI!!!⚠️

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Donnie looked down at Leo in his arms, tears filling his eyes at the state of his twin. A hole through his chest, out his back and shell gushing with blood, the injury was terrible and sure to be fatal, Donnie however, couldn’t accept it.

“Leo…” He mumbled, his breath hitched as Leo looked up at him, the life already gone from his eyes, he took in a strong inhale before anything else dared to come out, Donnie continued. “Leo, keep your eyes open.”

Leos eye’s widened at the request, he figured that Donnie would be the first out of his brothers to accept he’s dying, Leo teared up as well as he choked out a response.

“Donnie-“ He was interrupted by coughs, blood trickling down his chin.

“Donnie please, I’m not gonna make it…” He finally spat out, Donnies demeanor was suddenly filled with rage and he began shouting.

“That’s what you said last time and you were fine, just keep your eye’s open.” Donnie rushed the response, trying to keep himself from breaking down as he started to tremble.

“Donnie, please you have to-“ Leo tried to speak again Donnie cut him off with another seemingly angry response, but this time, his voice was filled with desperation.

“No! I’m gonna get Raph to carry you, we’ll go home and get you patched up, and you’re gonna be fine just stay awake, please!” Tears slowly began to run down Donnies face, grief enveloped his soul seeing Leo fail to respond.

Donnie couldn’t accept it, nothing was going to take his twin away if he KNEW how to fix it, he just needed to get him back home.

Donnie stared at Leo still in denial, Leo’s face shifted from shock, to a sort of soft acceptance. He knew he was going to die and he was accepting it. That was the only thing that could ever make Donnie break down.

Donnie pulled Leo into a tight hug and began to sob into his shoulder, mumbling, pleading, until a full sentence finally shot out of his mouth.

“Leo no matter how much I may joke about these things, I don’t mean it, I still need you… I’ll do whatever you want when you recover, you can bug me for as long as you want everyday, I’ll let you beat me when we play games as many times as you want to, you can even call me your twin and I’ll go along with it just please, keep your eyes open PLEASE.” Donnie wailed as the bargaining and begs escaped his mouth, his brother, his twin was dying, and at this rate he was to powerless to fix any of it

Leo brought up one of his hands and cupped Donnies cheek, Donnie let out a small gasp at the gesture. He looked down at Leo, soft sniffles escaping him while tears began to flow heavily, and yet? A smile, Leo had a small smile plastered on his mouth, he captured a small breath before talking.

“Donnie, remember… anatawa hitorijanai. You are not alone, you never are. I would never leave you guys.” Leo sighed, wiping away some of Donnies tears.

He began to shake lightly, more life was getting sucked out of him and felt so exhausted, he felt like there was something crushing him, a weight urging him to accept the darkness, and eventually he couldn’t fight it anymore, ears ringing and vision slowly fading out, he said his final words.

“Do me a f-favor and let everyone know I love them, don’t tell them this but… you were always kind of my favorite Dee… I love you Don. I’m sorry… for everything.”

His hand slowly dropped from Donnies cheek, going limp as his breathing slowed. Donnie began to panic and tried to jolt him awake by shaking him, but to no avail.

Leo’s eyes slowly fell shut, the last thing he ever heard was the desperate shouting of his twin, as he slowly sunk into the darkness. Never to wake up again.

Donnie was still crying for Leo to wake up as Leo’s body slowly began to fade away, just like how Karai’s had. When Donnie realized, it was already to late, he tried to pull Leo into one last embrace, hoping that maybe he could keep him from fading, but that final wish was left unfulfilled. Donnie wrapped his arms around himself just as Leo fully faded, it felt like a glass platform had just broken underneath him and he was frozen, he couldn’t speak, he could barely even breath, he just stared off into disassociation.

He didn’t know how long he’d been there, how long it had been since Leo died and he was left alone, by himself. He estimated about five minutes before suddenly hearing Mikeys voice and Raph’s foot steps.

“DONNIE! LEO! WHERE ARE YO-“ Mikey had called out before turning to see Donnie, relief filled his eyes as he began to run to his brother.

That was the moment Donnie snapped out of it and was brought back to reality, he turned to see Mikey running towards him before jumping on Donnies battle shell and hugging him from behind, clinging onto his brother for dear life, that was until he heard Raph.

“Donnie! We were so worried- wait… where’s Leo?” He asked innocently, concern filling his eyes not realizing the full weight of what just happened. Donnie stayed silent for a moment as his eyes widened again.

“I…” He began, his mind was racing, how did he break the news to them? COULD he even break the news to them? What would their reactions be like? Would they blame him?? Would they HATE him??? To much was going on all at once, one thought moving into the next, his heart was pounding, oh god what was he going to do.

“Donnie?…” Mikey said worriedly, moving to look Donnie in the face, his grip tightened. Raph moved to hold him as well.

“Nngh…” He groaned choking back a tear, a sigh escaped his mouth as he looked at them, it’s now or never.

“H-He… I…” He spoke slowly, a tear escaped his eye as his body shook which initiated Mikey and Raph to just cling on tighter, Donnie looked down, taking in one last breath before it all came crumbling down, the words seeping out like molasses and one final hesitation before he finally dropped the ball on them.

“Leo he’s… he’s 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦.”

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Yes I know I’m evil :) <3

[undead-potatoes]

Hey there!

My name is Sunny, and I'm a 30-year-old from Norway. My pronouns are they/them/theirs.

I mainly post fandom stuff and shitposts, but I also post about other things important to me, such as social justice, queerness and disability. My personal tag is #Sunny Life, if you want to filter out all my yelling.

My blog runs on a queue, so most of my non-original posts are scheduled, aka I'm not necessarily here just bc there's posts coming out of my queue.

If we're mutuals I'd really appreciate it if you'd tag spiders and bugs/insects for me, thank you!

My current "main" fandoms are Dungeon Meshi and Baldur's Gate 3, though I'm not very heavily involved with either rn.

Other evergreen interests include Bioware games (ME, DA), Bethesda games (TES, Fallout), Valve games (HL, Portal, TF2), Disco Elysium, Guild Wars 2, "cozy" games like farming sims, and a variety of other video games, TV-shows and movies.

I try to tag spoilers, NSFW, and the most common TWs/CWs I can think of, but if you need something "unusual" tagged don't be afraid to let me know! There will however be untagged queer slurs and terminology, just so you're warned.

My asks and DMs are always open! Especially for questions about my OCs, but honestly any friendly interactions or questions are welcome!

I do my best to answer any asks, but brain fog and poor memory means it might take a while, so please don't feel bad if I don't answer right away; you didn't do anything wrong, my brain is just loading very slowly lmao.

If you want to contact me for whatever reason about something more urgent, sending me a DM is always the safest bet.

Links:

★ OC Page (working on it, the old one sucks 🙈)

☆ Sims 4 Modding Blog

★ Twitter

☆ NSFW Twitter (CW lewd shit, 18+ only!)

★ Blusky

☆ Discord: DM me!

Bonus bc I do what I want: this picture of me when I was like 6 and cooler than all the other babies

[digikaa]

its about time i made a pinned post!! longish post alert (flashing gifs below break)

hii im caitlyn/cini/digika

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ agender [they/it/she], autistic, 21, ISTP

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ still learning how to use this hellsite but so far i like it here :)

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ i like and blog about red vs blue, vocaloid (special interest #1), sculpting, furry art, OC's, bugs, cats, mlp, and other random stuff i'm obsessed with. sideblogs confuse me so everything goes here but i try to tag it all

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˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ send me things to draw if you feel so inclined!

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ my art tag

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ i overtag things because i am insane :)

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ i hate having to make a dni but proships, terfs, zoos, racists, and any other forms of bigotry and nastiness are not welcome here (endos are fine, im not talking about you dw)

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ my blog is sfw but has mature jokes, things needing trigger warnings (including bugs) will be tagged #tw ____, #cw ____ and with the base word/s of the trigger

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ if im interacting with someone problematic please please let me know, chances are I have no idea about their history and only liked/reblogged cause cool art/idea

[astelren]

Genshin with a scary cat s/o

ೃ⁀➷ TW/CW: Fluff, Gender Neutral Reader, Different mentions of bugs, Diluc is a softie, One dead joke whops, let me know if I need to add more TW/Tags ♡ Minors please interact with me only by liking or reblogs. ➳ Characters: Diluc Ragnvindr

⤠ With an affectionate s/o (Zhongli) ⤟ Genshin Masterlist (soon!) ⤠ None ⤟

Anon requested: helloo can i request some HCs of Diluc with a scaredy cat SO? Like, afraid of bugs, or thunder, or even monster even tho she could yeet them easily xD thank you in advanceee 😆

Those are shorter than I wanted to hhhh I'm sorry!! Also I think that this was my first post about Genshin... Wow, what a long time it has been uh - This is a rewriting of my old work, originally posted on @/severnrsstuff (now severnr0ses).

He is… very confused at first. Diluc sees you as someone very strong, seeing you being scared of almost anything is so incredibly surprising to him. Not that it’s bad or anything, it's just the last thing he expected

The first time it happened that you started screaming into another room in the house he ran as fast as he could, his heart beating like crazy and his mind full of the worst situation possible, only to find out it was a simple bug.

“Sweetie I think-” “BUT IT CAN FLY DILUC YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND” Diluc sighs as he gently throws the bug away, looking at you not exactly knowing how to react but with a little smirk appearing on his face

He would assure you that the bug is long gone and you can relax now, although you can sense that hes trying to suppress his laugh, and you aren’t sure if you should feel offended or be happy because Diluc laughing is the most beautiful thing you ever saw in your life

Diluc teasing you isn’t as bad as Kaeya’s for example, and it won’t last that long anyway- he would tease you once, chuckling slightly at your reaction, and then go on with the day. And unlike others won’t prank you at all.

Sometimes you can defiantly catch Diluc trying his best not to laugh at you for being easily scared, especially if it’s a not so little bug making you so terrified. Just cry a little bit harder and he is going to help you let the man laugh a bit, please

And he will cuddle you at least for a little bit, even if it does sliiiightly tease you. He will apologize by giving you a soft kiss on your check or lips, gently caressing your back while he smiles on you, saying how pretty you are

You are scared of some monsters? What monsters, all I can see is fire everywhere, no monsters around. Nothing to worry about, everything is fine and you don’t need to worry about anything!

Diluc knows very well that you can take care of yourselves, but somehow he feels much more secure knowing that you need him and you feel safer when he is around, it helps a lot with his paranoia and fears

He just can’t help himself from being overly worried about you, so please try your hardest to not scream like you are being killed or otherwise the poor Diluc is gonna have a heart attack, he constantly worries about you so much

Beloved diluc ragnvindr dies because his lover screamed seeing a grasshopper

Honestly tho, all you have to say is that you are scared of something and Diluc is just ready to destroy it. How dare something exist that scares his beloved? Unacceptable. Unbelievable. There must be something wrong with this world.

Also, I bet he would make sure his house is 100% sure for you, and all the servants are asked to be certain nothing gets inside of the house and be sure to take out any type of bugs that might scare you

For you Diluc wants everything to be perfect and safe, and while at first he is confused as to you being a scary cat, he’s always ready to take care of you and love you.

This work belongs to @/astelren, do not repost, translate, copy, rewrite or share on tiktok without my permission. Reblogs are appreciated and encouraged♡

[crazydoodlez]

Finally time for an (edited x5) intro post

(Banner by @gelationous-jellyfish ) Hello Internet, I am Crazy Doodlez! (Or Cinnisauce76 if you know me from discord, You can call me Crazy, Doodlez, or Cin, or Cinni.)

This is gettin long so here’s a Readmore!

What are my pronouns? Good question. Start using a set and I'll see what happens.

No, seriously. I am trying to figure out my pronouns atm so just. Use whatever. If you’re confused tho, Xey/Xem or They/Them does in a pinch.

I have NO fuckin clue what I am when it comes to sexuality but it’s somewhere on the aroace spectrum. I am Agender tho!!

I am 18 years old, and honestly adulthood scares me.

My favorite animals include cheetahs, snakes, any reptiles really, and D u c c s

Current fandoms I’m in (Bold means I’m currently very active, italics means I’m in the fandom but less active, and plain text is like average amount of active)

BATIM/BATDR

Cuphead

Undertale/Deltarune

Super Paper Mario

FNAF

FNF/Sonic.exe (lumped together bc it’s specifically the mod)

Sonic

Spooky Month

JJBA

Planet Life

My Singing Monsters

Pizza Tower

Welcome Home

My current rp blogs arrrre:

@askdimtrio

@askshadowdim

@askqueencobra

@askmajiinsonic

@suns-moons-eclipses

@ask-the-eyes-in-the-stars

Less of an Rp blog, more of an Ask blog: @rar3wubb0x

And I also run @oshalorefinders alongside a good friend of mine!

Some rp blogs I run with friends:

@ask-jack-n-john

@ask-the-spooky-circus

@cult-of-the-eyes

I radiate good vibes and good energy! Shoot me an ask if ya want, I'll probably answer it.

Love is better than hate, and if I see you being a bigot or just an overall jerk I will block. I’ll also block any supporter of Crypto or NFTS. Even tho I am an adult, please don’t follow me if you’re a mainly porn account. It makes me kinda uncomfy lol.

What’s my pfp? Glad you asked! It’s is NOT an Nft. Look at this video! https://youtu.be/1ZgWHxsknPg

EXCEPTION ON 3/2/22: It's the Oncler pic to celebrate the birth of the og tumblr sexyman. I guess? Idk I wasn't here on tumblr when that happened.

Ask me about my pokemon cards/Tell me about yours! I am in no way an expert but I'm getting better everyday! Ask me opinions on pokemon cards, tell me about your favorite strategies, ask me about my decks!!! :D

If you need anything tagged, pls let me know!! I probably won’t tag anything unless it’s asked. So beware! Currently I only tag for:

unreality

tw bugs, cw bugs, tw bees, tw wasps, etc.

tw fnaf

rb bait

Until we meet again

See ya!

[scoopsahoy]

i just read ur fic about getting pregnant with steve and was wondering if u could write one about the reader and steve struggling for a few years to get pregnant, and she has an emotional breakdown one night bc she doesn't feel like enough for him because it's been pushed on her that women's only jobs are to have kids and shes like "i cant even do that so how am i supposed to please you" and he comforts her and makes her feel better

ぺ  word count ⋰ 2.3k

✰  tw ⋰ none :)

❍  cw ⋰ swearing, mentions of sex

✐  masterlist

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You sat on the toilet seat with your leg bouncing, anxiously waiting for the pregnancy test results to show up. This had become a new norm for you: getting pregnancy tests and anxiously awaiting the results. And you were sick of it.

It took a toll on you. Getting a negative result every single month for four years straight was stressful mentally and physically. You’d had a migraine for at least three and a half years, and no medicine helped. You were always nauseous and sick, which your gynecologist said was normal in your situation. You were always tired and sad, which affected your job and your relationship with Steve.

You knew he was just as tired of it as you were, and you knew he was probably exhausted from having to care for you all the time.

It had also taken a toll on your sex life. At this point, you two only had sex to reproduce. You rarely finished and always denied his offers to help you. You would always flip yourself upside down afterward to help the sperm enter your uterus.

You’d both been to the doctor multiple times to see which one of you was fertile. Steve was one hundred percent fertile, while you had less of a chance of getting pregnant that you should’ve had.

You’d been to multiple IVF appointments as well. It wasn’t Steve’s favorite thing in the world to go into a room alone and masturbate to porn to provide sperm samples.

At this point, he didn’t enjoy looking at other women to get off, so you had taken pictures of yourself to give him.

The first few times it was awkward for him afterward, but you assured him there was nothing uncomfortable about it.

You’d probably spent over ten thousand dollars on it, and it was heartbreaking each time it didn’t work.

At the end of the five minutes, you grabbed the test out of the sink, feeling a pain in your heart at the single line.

You tossed it back into the sink as you stood up, feeling tears slide down your face. Your back hit the wall and you slid down until you felt yourself land on your ass.

You pulled your knees into your chest, propped your elbows on them, and put your hands into your palms.

You couldn’t help but sob. You and Steve had been trying for four years to conceive. And, despite everything mentioned, none of it worked. This was one of your last straws, a wave of sadness washing over you.

You both desperately wanted kids, preferably two or three. But at this point, you’d be lucky to even have one.

Steve made it clear that in the end, if you couldn’t have children of your own, he’d be perfectly okay with adopting, or just not having any. And you agreed.

However, you had the longing to create your own child. Everything from the pregnancy, to giving birth, to raising that child from the moment they came out, until the moment they could care for themselves. You wanted that more than anything, but you’d be happy to adopt if you were infertile.

But sitting on the bathroom floor knowing that every effort you made — propping yourself upside down after sex, aforementioned IVF treatments, tracking your cycles, staying healthy, etc. — didn’t work, made your heart hurt.

You wondered if you were good enough for Steve, if you could really give him what he wanted. If he was genuinely happy with trying to have kids for years on end and being unsuccessful. You wondered if that was what he wanted, if he was still happy with you.

Your sobs filled the bathroom, making you glad Dustin wasn’t there.

Dustin was your younger brother, and currently, he was at the arcade. He knew about your struggle to have kids, and he usually tried to help, whether it was with the foods you ate, or getting you vitamins, making sure your mom didn’t keep her alcohol where you could get to it, etc.

You thought it was sweet how much he wanted a niece or nephew, always talking about babysitting them and allowing them into the party.

You always made sure he was gone when you took pregnancy tests. You loved him, but comfort wasn’t his strong suit. Sometimes it would work just because of the effort, but sometimes it would make you feel worse. So, you figured the easiest way to avoid that was to make sure he wasn’t there.

The rest of the party was also anticipating you getting pregnant. Max, Eleven, and Nancy all said they would help her with girl things like periods, dating, and other things boys didn’t understand.

And Mike, Lucas, Dustin, Will, and Jonathan all said they would indoctrinate him/her into their Dungeons and Dragons campaigns.

It made you cry the first time you found out how excited they were to have a new member of the family.

But you hated making them wait. Dustin and Robin were the only ones who knew how long you’d been trying, so the rest of them kept jokingly bugging you about them getting a new DnD member.

When Steve got home from work, he found you crying on the bathroom floor. He looked in the sink, seeing another negative test.

He sat on the toilet seat, placing his hands on your knees. He didn’t say anything, he let you talk at your own pace.

“Negative again,” you said, your voice stuffy.

He nodded. “I know.”

“What the hell is wrong with me?”

“Hey, look at me.”

You pulled your hands from your face, revealing your eyes bloodshot and puffy, your skin soaked in tears.

He stood up and held his hands out for you to take. You pulled yourself up and he cupped your face. He wiped your cheeks with his thumbs, before grabbing a dry cloth and cleaning your face completely.

“Come here,” he said, pulling you into a deep hug. You cried into his chest, leaving tear stains on his shirt. He gently pulled you to the bedroom a few seconds later. You sat against the headboard, resting your elbows on your knees. He sat across from you, only a few feet away.

He gripped your hands as you continued crying. It was silent for a few minutes before he continued the conversation.

“There’s nothing wrong with you.”

“Then why can’t I get pregnant?”

“You know that’s not your fault.”

“Is it enough for you? Am I enough for you?”

He furrowed his brows. “What are you talking about?”

“If I can’t give you a kid. If I can’t get pregnant, despite everything we’ve done, despite every effort we’ve made... will I be enough? Won’t you want more?”

“Don’t. Don’t even think like that. Don’t say that. Of course, you’ll still be enough for me.”

You softly shook your head. “I don’t believe that.”

“Why not?”

“Because you said that all you want in life is children. You want at least one son and one daughter. And you want to name one of them Dustin, and one of them Robin. And you’ve told me that you want to have a hundred grandkids so you can spoil all of them. And if I can’t give that to you-”

“Stop. Stop talking.” He gripped your hands tighter. “I don’t care. If you can’t give me that, that’s okay. More than anything, I want you. I want you, even if we don’t have a hundred grandkids.”

You felt more tears fall down your face, hitting your legs. He tilted your chin up to look at him.

“Why?” you asked.

“‘Why’ what?”

“Why wouldn’t you want someone who could give you that?”

“Because I don’t want just anybody. I want you. I’d live a thousand lifetimes without kids if it meant I got to be with you.”

“But you want a family.”

“Baby,” he chuckled. “We’re already a family. You and me, we are a family. We don’t need a child to be a family. Hell, we can adopt a dog or a cat if we wanted to. And that would still make us as much of a family as people with kids.”

“But we both want kids. I want kids. I want to be pregnant, I want to give birth, I want to hold the baby after they come out. I want to celebrate their first steps, their first words, their first birthday. I want to do that.” He didn’t say anything. “How am I supposed to please you if I can’t even get pregnant?” you mumbled.

He furrowed his brows. “What?”

“I mean, we’ve always been taught that in marriages, in order to be a good wife and please your husband, you should have kids.”

“Who the hell taught you that?”

You raised your eyebrows. “School, my family, everyone. I’ve grown up hearing that in order to be a good wife to my husband, I have to give him kids and that’s how we’re supposed to please you.”

He shook his head. “I’ve never been taught to only expect kids from my wife. They’ve been feeding you that bullshit?” You nodded. “For how long?”

“All my life.”

“I’ve grown up learning from my mom that, even if I don’t have kids with the person I marry, I should find someone that I can’t live without. That’s you.”

“Steve-”

“Y/N, you don’t have to bear a child to please me. I am so madly, deeply, stupidly in love with you. There is nothing you can do to make me not love you. You hear me?” You didn’t reply. “Why do you think I proposed to you and married you?”

“You wanted to start a family, but not outside of marriage. Isn’t that why every guy gets married?”

“Nope. Not even close. I mean, that’s a factor, but do you know the real reason I married you?” You still didn’t answer. “I married you to be with you,” he said as he poked you lightly on the chest. “I married you so I could spend the rest of my life with you. Obviously, I do want a family, but, like I said, I’d go a million years without kids if it meant I got to be with you.”

You were only crying harder now. “Steve-”

“I am so fucking in love with you, Y/N. Do you want to know how long it took me to get that ring-” He pointed to your engagement ring on your finger, which was joined by your wedding band, “after we started dating?” You shook your head. “Three days.”

Your eyes got wide. “What?”

“Yep. Three days into our relationship, I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you. You know why I didn’t propose sooner?” You shook your head again. “We weren’t eighteen. That was the only thing holding me back. I had to wait two years to propose to you because we had to wait until we were adults.”

You looked down at your ring. “They let you buy an engagement ring at sixteen?” you chuckled.

“I guess so. I got it, didn’t I?”

You smiled. “I love you,” you whispered.

“I love you, too.” You squeezed his hands.

“Tell you what. Why don’t we take a break from trying? I mean, we’re only twenty-three. We have time. I know it’s stressing you out. Your head always hurts and you’re always sick. Let’s just wait a little while.”

You nodded. “That would actually be really nice.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Maybe we can have sex just to have sex, not to make a baby.”

“Absolutely.”

You looked at him and he gave you a small smile.

“I don’t deserve you,” you said, your voice cracking.

“I think I’m the one that doesn’t deserve you.”

You laughed softly. “And if we can’t have our own kids, we can adopt,” you said.

“Absolutely.”

“Take a kid or two out of the system.”

“Absolutely,” he repeated.

You got on your knees and hugged him, the two of you squeezing each other tightly.

“Did I mention that I love you?” he asked.

“Yeah.”

“Are you sure? Because I do.”

“I’m sure,” you giggled. “I love you, too.”

When you pulled away, he looked at you. “Don’t blame yourself, baby. Seriously. It’s not your fault.”

“I know.”

“Okay.”

You pulled him in for one last kiss before heading to the kitchen to start dinner.

—

You, Steve, Dustin, Mike, Lucas, Max, and Robin all sat in your dining room. For dinner, you made chicken burritos. The kids were all joking around and talking about the arcade when you decided to get their attention.

“So, me and Steve talked today,” you said, clearing your throat. They all looked at you. “I think... we’re gonna stop trying to have a kid for a little while.”

“What?” Lucas asked. “Why?”

“We’ve been trying for four years. I mean, we’ve done IVF-”

“What’s IVF?” Mike asked.

“In vitro. It’s artificial insemination.”

“We’ve done that about six times,” Steve said. “And it hasn’t worked.”

“Nothing we’ve done has worked. So, for now, we’re gonna take a break. I mean, it takes a toll on us.”

They nodded. “Okay. Whenever you get pregnant, that just means we can have someone else to play games with and invite to the arcade,” Lucas said. “Even if we’re older.”

Steve rested his hand on your thigh.

—

Laying in bed and being Steve’s little spoon as he slept caused you to start thinking again.

You didn’t realize it before, but you were more okay with waiting than you thought you would be. Sure, you’d be slightly older when you were pregnant — if you wound up pregnant at all — but you were fine with it.

Knowing that you were with someone like Steve, who didn’t care if you couldn’t have kids, was a relief. You knew you married the right person, and you knew your kids would be right about you two being soulmates.

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TW/CW: High school bullies, Coming out to homophobic family, Slurs, Mentions of eating disorders, Homophobic languages and attitudes, mentions of sex, and pregnancy, teen pregnancy, probably food and drink. Oh! And cigarettes and underage drinking.

Chapter 5

Her

March 2016

Leo was nervous, sitting in the hospital waiting room with his mother after Indigo collapsed this morning. Leo has been watching her like a hawk ever since they moved lunch tables. Lola was relentless in calling Indigo overweight, pointing out how she only ever wore Leo’s shirts. They both noticed that her tummy has grown so much in this last month that its getting harder and harder to hide. Her hips were starting to widen, her heartburn was making it hard for her to eat, and her mood swings made it so she would snap at anyone. She was struggling, when the doctor said that this would be hard on her they weren’t expecting this.

Leo’s mom had a very very easy pregnancy. Like she didn’t even look pregnant until month seven, she was rarely sick and she would have loved another child but the fates did not align. So, Eloise wasn’t even sure what Indigo was going through, but god dammit if she wasn’t going to be there for her.

Recently Leo’s parents have been granted parental rights by the court to Indigo, which meant that Valentia would not be contacted if something were to happen where this 15 year old girl ended up in the hospital, Valentina couldn’t do anything. She would just cause a scene making sure that every doctor and nurse in the hospital knows that Indigo is not her daughter anymore. Indigo doesn’t need more stress.

Dr. Avery came out into the waiting room and waved for Eloise and Leo to follow her. Explaining what's going on while walking towards the room.

“So, she is pretty weak right now. The tole of having twins and her not being able to eat properly have caused her body to not be able to support her. She will be okay and so will the babies but, she will need to be on bed rest and have a heart monitor for the next month. I know she is in school right now and I know Y’all are trying to keep this under the radar because of her parents. I would recommend you take her out of school for the remainder of this pregnancy. The stress of school and the walking around , even if it isn’t much, will cause her issues in the coming months.” She knocks on the door with Indigo’s name and birthday on it, abbreviated to I.N.K, it was kinda cool.

Not hearing any protest they go into the room, Leo is automatically at her side, taking her hand and looking over her. She’s incredibly pale, her eyes are dim and she just looks exhausted and a little uncomfortable. Eloise and Dr. Avery discussed more of what to watch for in the next coming months while Leo was only focused on Indigo.

“Need anything?” He pushes some of her hair off her face and runs his thumb over her cheek bone. Shaking her head Indigo just leans her head into his hand. Her love language is physical touch, so comforting her was relatively silent and calm. Pressing a kiss to her forehead he notices she is starting to doze off again. He looks at her monitors and sees everything is fine with her and the aliens in her uterus.

He feels a hand on his shoulder and knows it's his mom, he puts his hand over hers, not moving his eyes from the monitors. The guilt he has been feeling this entire time so far coming at him full force. He just wants to take some of the pressure and pain off of her shoulders. He just wants to help but he doesn’t know how and neither does she. She just tells him to be there for her and that all he will ever need to do, but it never feels like enough. He looks up at his mom and gets a sad smile sent his way.

“I think you should talk to your dad when we get home okay?” Leo nods not really understanding but there's no harm. Looking back at Indigo, he kisses her hand and keeps it pressed against his lips as he rests his elbows on the bed. He closes his eyes for a minute to finish processing everything they’ve been told.

No more Lola for indigo but not she will bug Leo until she gets answers out of him, he can hold his own. He is going to keep Parker, Reliey, and Jordan updated with her illness. Reliey and Indigo have become very close this last month, it was nice to see her have friends outside of cheer. They would get glared at in the hall for laughing too loud and they were almost always late to the first period together even if it was in different classrooms.

Parker had noticed this improvement as well, she was more social than Jordan who liked to keep to themselves. Parker had lots of stories about horse shows and her horse Marie. Which was an oddly human name for a horse but who was Leo to judge. Jordan would add jokes about how Parker was such a horse girl she was only excelling in equine science class and the rest she would have to have a tutor for. Which was almost always Jordan.

They would worry about Indigo. But, they couldn’t know what's really going on.

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SkyFire 1: Chapter 22

The Columbia University Shooting - September 29th, 2015

Word count: 3.7k

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CW/TW: This chapter contains a mass shooting and the aftermath of that event. It includes details of injuries and blood. None of the main characters die, but please proceed with care if this is something that can be difficult for you. If you want to skip this chapter message me for a summary of the key points 

A month into the start of her 3rd year at Columbia, Aurora was sitting in the library with a few friends from one of her painting classes. It was the end of September and they were talking about the fact that she would be at the CMAs in a little over a month. They were chatting happily when the first sound of gunfire rang out, at initially she didn’t realize what it was. Her first thought was that someone had set of firecrackers in the hallway outside the library and then realization dawned. Rori saw the fear in the eyes of other students around her as everyone scrambled for somewhere safe to hide. They’d all run through the drills countless times over the years and every one of them knew what to do, stay away from windows, hide behind something solid and stay quiet. When she’d first moved to America the concept of an active shooter was so foreign but that had been years ago now and there had been countless school shootings across the country since. She could feel her heartbeat in every limb, her breathing rapid and her hands were trembling as she cowered under the table in the library beside her friends. She remembered watching a documentary on the Columbine massacre and let out a small whimper as she remembered those kids also hiding under tables in the library. 

Aurora reached for her StarkWatch on her wrist, scrolling through the menu to pull up the panic button Tony had shown her when he’d first designed the product, the same button she’d used the previous year the night that she’d almost been mugged in central park and first met Peter. She hit the button, knowing that JARVIS would alert any Avenger in the state. “J activate Eyes and Ears protocol,” she whispered, ensuring that the AI was now recording everything that the microphone picked up, while muting any and all notifications so as not to draw attention to herself. “Send the following alert to Avengers; There’s a shooter on campus. I’m in the library and they sound like they’re close to…”

She was cut off from continuing her message as a girl let out a shriek of fear nearby when the doors were thrown open and the sound of gunshots echoed off the walls, deafeningly loud. Rori whimpered, clasping one of her hands over her mouth to muffle the sound, the other reaching out to hold onto one of her friends beside her. She listened in horror as the unknown gunman moved from one table to the next, indiscriminately shooting everyone they came across, and eventually their blood stained shoes came into Rori’s view. Her cheeks were damp with falling tears when he ducked down, locking eyes with her as he raised his weapon.

“Please don’t,” she begged helplessly, raising her left hand in front of her as if it could shield her from what came next.

The pain was excruciating, beyond explanation as blood ran down her arm, pooling on the ground. A second wound blossomed across her lower abdomen, quickly soaking through her pale grey sweater. More gun shots continued to ring out as Aurora’s vision became hazy and she fought against the desire to rest. She slumped backwards on the floor as still more blood continued to pool around her, a lot of it her own, but more still coming from her friends. 

She was barely holding onto consciousness when Steve found her. He hadn’t even taken the time to suit up when the alert rang out through the tower, sparing only enough time to grab his shield before he was running for the balcony, Tony meeting him there in the Iron Man suit. They flew together, covering the distance in mere minutes, arriving on the campus to hear the discharging of an automatic weapon and the screaming of victims. The police arrived hot on their tales and the couple shared a brief moment to coordinate before heading into the sprawling campus. Tony would seek out the shooter, while Steve would head for the library to find their daughter. The live broadcast from Aurora's watch was playing out over their comms link, so Steve could hear the injured wails surrounding his daughter. His heart had lurched when he’d heard her beg for her life, a sound he knew he would hear in his nightmares, but since then she had been silent. He tried not to think about what that meant, pushing his muscles to the extreme as he sprinted across the campus. 

He found her curled up beneath a table, blood soaking through her sweater and her left hand a mangled mess of flesh and bone. He sucked in a deep breath, pushing aside his torment as a father and focusing on the scene as a soldier. He slipped his arm through the straps of the shield, freeing both of his hands and bent down, scooping her up and cradling her against his chest, his white button down shirt instantly turning red with blood. Aurora’s eyes fluttered open briefly as she moaned in pain. 

“Pops?” She mumbled, squinting up at him from where her head rested against his shoulder. 

“Shhh, I’m here bug,” he soothed, already exiting the library and heading for where the triage point had been set up. “Everything’s gonna be ok.”

xXx

Harry was sitting with Niall on a sofa in the green room of the O2 Arena in London while Louis and Liam were playing table tennis across the room. That night’s show was set to start in a little over 2 hours and there were plenty of people coming and going from the room as the boys relaxed before they had to go out on stage. Harry was laughing at Liam’s failed dive to save a shot when a member of their management team, Dan, rushed into the room.

“Everyone not in the band, out, now!” he yelled. Confused looks were exchanged before the order was followed and within a few minutes the room was empty of everyone except the four boys.

“What’s going on,” Louis asked as he and Liam walked over to join the other two on the sofa.

“I’m not sure how to break this so I’m just going to say it,” Dan said, his gaze nervously flitting to Harry before he looked away. “The news is reporting that there’s been a mass shooting at Columbia University in New York.”

The silence that followed his words was thick in the air. No one moved, barely even breathing as the words slowly settled between them. Louis was the first to recover, quickly looking to Harry in dawning horror as Harry pulled his phone from his pocket, already dialling Aurora’s number. Liam also pulled his phone out, pulling up the latest news report. He gasped in shock when the first article included a photo of Steve carrying Aurora out of a building, blood soaking through both of their outfits.

“Haz,” he whispered, unable to make his voice any louder but not needing to in the dead silence of the room. Harry looked towards Liam, his phone still pressed to his ear as it continued to ring and ring and ring. Liam turned his phone around to show the others the photo, watching as all the colour drained from Harry’s face. He hung up his phone, knowing now that there was no one to answer his call.

“I…” he stammered. “I need to be on a plane.”

“You have a show in 2 hours,” Dan replied.

“Fuck the show!” Louis shouted, causing everyone in the room to jump in response to his outburst. “Get him on a plane, we’ll deal with the show later.”

xXx

The flight was the longest 8 hours of Harry’s life. He’d tried to call both Tony and Steve before he boarded the plane, but when neither answered he’d opened up the JARVIS app that Tony has installed on his phone when he last visited the tower. He informed JARVIS of his flight details and asked the AI to let both of Aurora’s parents know that he was on his away and then he turned his phone to airplane mode and ran his hand over his face, exhausted but unable to sleep. By the time he reached JFK, Harry was unsure how he was still on his feet. He was beyond tired and scared to the point of being sick as he walked through the terminal, his duffle bag hanging from his shoulder, grateful that there weren’t any fans to stop him for a photo. He recognised Happy once he made it to the curb and slipped into the backseat of the town car, closing his eyes as he lent his head back against the seat for the brief moment it took Happy to round the car and climb into the driver’s seat.

“Any news?” he asked.

“She was in surgery last I heard,” Happy told him, swinging the car out into traffic and heading for the hospital. “How are you?”

“Terrified,” Harry said honestly. “Tony and Steve?”

“About the same,” Happy replied.

They lapsed into silence for the rest of the drive and when they finally arrived, Happy walked Harry passed the media camped outside the front doors, waiting for any updates on the survivors.

“They’ve got a private waiting room set up for you guys,” Happy told him once they reached the correct floor. “It’s the second door on the left up there. I’ll go take your things to the tower and then I’ll check in with Pepper.”

“Thanks Hap,” Harry said, offering the man a tired smile before slowly walking down the hall.

When he opened the door, he found most of the Avengers team sprawled out across the hard, unforgiving seats, a few looked up at the sound of his entrance and offered him sad, exhausted nods in greeting. It was Steve who stood and made his way over to Harry. Tony remained in the seat next the one Steve had just vacated, his head buried in his hands, somewhat oblivious to anything around him.

“Harry,” Steve said, pulling him into a hug. “Thanks for coming.”

“Of course,” Harry replied, patting Steve’s back before the pair stepped apart. “How is she?”

“She’s been in surgery for the last few hours and we haven’t had an update yet,” Steve explained, walking Harry back over to where Tony had still yet to move. They both fell into the empty seats on his right. “She was in pretty bad shape by the time we got her here, but the doctors seem pretty confident that she’ll be ok.”

Harry didn’t realise he’d been holding his breath until he heard Steve say that Rori would be ok. He let the air rush out of his lungs as a sob burst from his lips. Steve placed a comforting hand on the younger man’s shoulder as he finally let out all the built up emotion that he’d been desperately holding back since he’d first seen the photo of Aurora ,unconscious and blood-drenched in her father’s arms. His sobs echoed around the room, filled with all the fear that had been building for hours and the relief that his worst nightmare had not become a reality.

“I thought I was gonna be too late,” Harry confessed when he finally regained enough composure to speak. “I was terrified that by the time I got here she’d be gone.”

“She’s gonna be ok,” Steve promised, wrapping his arms around Harry and hugging the young man again. “Our girls a fighter.”

“I love her so much, Steve,” Harry whispered. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for her.”

“We know,” Steve replied, his voice also soft in the quiet room. “Everything’ll be ok. You’ll see.”

xXx

A few more hours passed before a surgeon came out to explain Aurora’s condition to them. She’d sustained serious damage to her left arm below the elbow, with much of the limb needing to be reconstructed with future surgeries. She had also been shot in the upper arm and shoulder, both wounds being less severe through-and-throughs, however her collar bone had been broken, as had her shoulder blade. While most of her injuries were confined to her left arm, one bullet had pierced her lower abdomen, causing a wound that had been the main focus of her time in the operating theatre. The surgeon explained that given the circumstances that she had been incredibly lucky that none of bullets had impacted any of her vital organs and that she was now being transferred into a recovery ward.

A nurse had come in half an hour later to escort them to Aurora’s room and the rest of the team had headed home. Tony, Steve and Harry were slumped in uncomfortable plastic chairs at Aurora’s bedside when she finally awoke from the anaesthetic.

She was disorientated at first, groggy from the anaesthetic and confused by the harsh fluorescent lighting. All three men surged forward out of their seats as she started to wake, rushing to her side immediately. Her eyes flitted from her fathers to Harry before she burst into tears. Harry reacted quicker than either of the other two men, gently wrapping his arms around her, cautious of her injuries, and pulled her against his chest as she gasped for breath.

“I thought I’d never see you again,” she sobbed.

“I’m right here,” Harry soothed. “You’re ok. I’m here. Everything’s going to be fine.”

“I love you Harry,” she continued. “I love you so much, I was so scared.”

“God, I love you too,” Harry replied. “More than anything. I love you, you’re safe now. I won’t let anything else happen to you. I love you.”

He kept whispering his promises and confessions of love until her breathing finally calmed and he loosened his hold on her just enough to turn her towards her fathers.

“Please don’t scare me like that again kiddo,” Tony begged, his own tears welling in his eyes as he gazed at his daughter. “We can’t lose you, ok?”

She nodded silently, tears dripping down her cheeks as she leant away from Harry’s chest and reached her uninjured hand out towards her dad, urging him to move forward and pull her into a hug. Steve added his arms around them both and Harry watched on as the small family held each other close, trying not to think of what the alternative scene would have looked like.

xXx

For the next 3 days following the shooting, Aurora found herself meeting with one surgeon after another, first discussing the recovery process for the abdominal wound and her broken collar bone and shoulder blade, and then they were making plans to reconstruct her hand and forearm. The initial surgery had merely stopped the bleeding and stabilized the bones to avoid further damage but as the doctors explained, more surgeries would be needed if she wanted to regain use of the limb. 2 days after the shooting Aurora went back into the OR to have a steel rod inserted where her radius and ulna used to form her forearm and countless plates, pins and screws were imbedded into her hand to stabilize the shattered bones and torn muscles.

While she was in surgery, Steve and Tony went back to the tower to shower, change clothes and update the team while Harry remained in the waiting room having refused when both men had tried to convince him to go with them. Instead he used the time to call Louis, filling him in on everything the doctors had told them and getting updates on the status of the tour he was currently missing. They had 2 shows out of 6 to go in London when Harry had left, and those along with the Manchester, Glasgow and Birmingham shows had all been postponed. Louis told Harry that they were rescheduling the shows for the week following the Sheffield shows that were originally slated to be the end of the tour. This left Harry with 2 weeks in New York before he needed to fly back, although Louis promised that if he needed longer, they would make it work.

The morning after her second surgery, Aurora was sitting up in hospital bed, checking social media on her phone, while Harry sat on the side of her bed with her and Tony and Steve sat against the nearby wall in the uncomfortable plastic chairs. They were interrupted when a nurse came in to start the paperwork for her discharge and Tony followed her out of the room. Once he was gone Steve announced that he was going to go get everyone coffee and he invited Harry to join him. At first, he had declined, arguing that he would stay with Aurora until she pushed him to go.

“I’ll be alright for 10 minutes while you get coffee H,” she said. “Go stretch your legs. Promise I’ll be here when you get back.”

Reluctantly Harry had agreed and followed Steve out of the room and down the hall.

The moment the door closed behind them; Aurora burst into tears. She’d been holding it in until that moment, knowing that if she cracked in front of any of the three men hovering over her, she would only cause them to worry and she knew that they had worried enough in the past few days to last a lifetime.

Aurora was crying softly when Tony walked back into the hospital room and at first, he didn’t say anything. He just sat down next to her on the bed and let her lean into him, his arms wrapping around her and holding her gently as she gasped for breath. By the time she pulled herself together, Tony’s eyes were shut, and he was humming softly, his lips pressed into her hair. 

“Every time I close my eyes, I’m back in the library,” she whispered, “and I feel like I can’t breathe, and my chest is so tight it feels like my heart’s about to burst.”

“Sounds like a panic attack,” Tony told his daughter. “I had them after the wormhole.”

“You did? How come I never knew?”

“I didn’t want to worry you,” he admitted, “and I was ashamed. I shouldn’t have been, but I was. I thought I should have been stronger, and I was scared to let you see me be weak.”

“What made them stop?” she asked, her voice barely more than a whisper but hope clear in her tone.

“It’s still there,” he admitted. “I’m not sure it will ever fully go away, but it got better when I talked about it. Wilson’s offered to help. You know he worked at Veteran Affairs back in DC helping soldiers with PTSD?”

“I’m not a soldier,” Aurora replied. 

“But you did experience something pretty traumatic.”

“You want me to talk to him, don’t you?”

“I want to help you get through this.”

“I don’t know how to talk about it. I don’t even want to think about it.”

“We don’t have to do anything right away,” Tony promised. “Let’s get you home first and then you can sit down with Sam and just see how it goes. Sound like a plan?”

She nodded in agreement, pressing her cheek back against his chest, finding comfort in the soft hum emanating from the Arc reactor lodged next to her ear. By the time Harry and Steve returned, Aurora was sleeping soundly, and Tony was reading up on PTSD treatments on his phone. Steve passed him a coffee, placing a kiss on to his temple before slipping into the seat next to him. Harry sunk into the empty seat on the other side of Rori’s hospital bed, pulling out his own phone to update the boys on Rori’s condition and letting them know that she was being discharged later that afternoon.

xXx

Aurora was relieved when Happy pulled the town car into the tower’s underground carpark and she let Harry help her out of the car and into the elevator. She leaned heavily against him as Tony and Steve joined them and the car slowly ascended to the penthouse apartment. She was exhausted and was grateful for Harry’s strong arms holding her up by the time the doors opened. They stepped out together and slowly made their way over to the nearby sofa. After helping her to ease herself down onto the cushions, Harry excused himself for a moment.

“I’m just gonna go grab something from my bag,” he announced heading off down the hallway to where his bag had been left in Aurora’s room. Tony helped Rori get herself comfortable on the sofa with her legs propped up on the edge of the coffee table and a small cushion placed between her arm and stomach to take the pressure off of her sutures. Steve pulled a soft blanket off the back of the sofa and draped it over her lap and when Harry returned to the living room, both Steve and Tony excused themselves, leaving the young couple alone.

“You get whatever you needed?” Rori asked her boyfriend, watching as he stepped up to stand between the coffee table and where she sat, but instead of sitting down next to her like she expected him to, he dropped down on one knee. Rori’s breath stuck in her throat as Harry held the ring box open in front of him, a soft smile stretching across his face, making his dimples pop and his eyes shine. 

“Aurora Louise Stark, I love you so much,” he began softly. “Loving you and being loved by you has made me the happiest and the luckiest man on earth. I’ve wanted to ask you this for so long now and I was waiting for us to be together again at Christmas to finally ask you, but things haven’t gone the way any of us expected. I spent 8 hours on a plane fearing that by the time I got here I’d be too late, and I just kept thinking that I couldn’t lose you. I couldn’t imagine my life without you, and I don’t ever want to find out what that would be like. I want to spend every minute of every day of the rest of our lives making sure you know how much I love you. Rori, will you marry me?”

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The Starweaver’s Descent

Facing the Devil, pt 3. [Part 6][Index]

ft. @velarishiku​ — written by @velarishiku​ with edits by @weaveroftruth​

CW/TW: mentions and somewhat descriptive writing of violence.

Taking the back streets had slowed down the Miqo’te a little, not as quick on his feet as he used to be after years of being out of the killing business, but he hadn’t wanted to be seen carrying a woman that was soon to be dead. Stealth won over speed in this circumstance, didn’t it? He briefly wondered if he could frame the half-elezen woman she’d come here with, but shoved the thought aside for now.

As he finally reached the docks, he boarded a boat that would take him to the Ruby Price, where he planned to switch to a different boat, making his movement difficult to track. He ignored the linkpearl that began to ring, unable to really answer it given the woman in his arms. 

Finally arriving at the Ruby Price, Vel could be spotted immediately scanning the area, checking the other boats - spotting the man boarding another boat. The half elezen then burst into a full sprint - way faster than anyone should be able to, given the full plate armor weighing down her small frame - chasing after him, aiming to make it to the boat before it leaves.

Having previously arrived at the Ruby Price, K’wata had made a switch to the other boat, feeling like he’s home free, when he spotted the woman running towards him at a full sprint — an immensely terrifying sight. A curse under his breath could be heard, as if he knew wouldn’t have enough time to leave before Velari reached them. He then simply dropped Jade onto the floor of the boat, a sickening thud reverberating as he pulled out his dagger — the only weapon he currently had on him.

”You sure she ain’t paying ya, darlin’? I could double it, I’m sure…”

As she neared the boat, Vel drew her shield and sword, sprinting at full speed, aiming to slam him directly in the chest as hard as possible with the wide shield, away from Jade.  He was going to regret this.

All of it.

The shield made full contact with his chest, knocking the wind out of him and his body far from the other half-elezen. In the process, he dropped his weapon, a fact that now had him attempting to curse between pained breaths. 

Orange eyes focused on the armored half-elezen woman, feeling fear for the first time in a very long time as he felt the intense amount anger radiating off her, anger that seemed like it was creating a static-filled tension in the air. “Who… Who are you…?” He muttered out between laboured breaths, still trying to recover from the pain that had overwhelmed his form. “W… What are you..?” His eyes darted over to the woman that still lay motionless upon the floor, bruises beginning to bloom up on her skin from where she was dropped. ”Why..? She’s worthless.”

Velari slowly walked towards him, casting aside the sword and shield, menacingly adjusting her gauntlets as her entire body shook with rage. Rage at the one who had been the one to bring all this hurt, all this pain, all this torture to the one she cared about. 

"I told you my name, scum. You're not going to hurt her any more... Or anyone, for that matter." She stepped closer... and closer... and closer still. Each step heavier, and louder than the last. 

"What have you to say in your defense, before I beat the life out of you?" Vel loomed over him - an incredibly intimidating sight with the anger and hatred that emanated from her - the way she looked down at him, there was no mistaking it: she thought less of him than dirt, and he would be made to know it.

The Miqo’te began to tremble slightly as the woman stepped closer, trying to scurry backwards despite the ache that dwelled within his body. He didn’t get very far though, it already hurt too much to move, having taken the brunt of the shield like he had. He looked away from the woman, trying to ignore the gaze that told him that she was nothing in his eyes, less than that in fact.

”What… What if I pay you off and we can forget about this, huh? I’ll leave her—” he spat the word in disgust. “—alone for your sake. How’s that sound, darlin’?”

Bright green eyes stared at him in disgust. "Absolutely vile. Disgusting. Pathetic." Vel leaned back, forcing a right hook directly into his face, putting all of her weight into it; she knew exactly how to hit him, and it hurt. 

"What makes you think you're going to leave here alive? If anything, you've done me a favor... Leaving the city, coming into an area controlled by pirates...? They won't bat an eye at me killing you, you know?" There was a smirk that followed her words, one that would be ingrained into the man’s mind as his last moments. She was going to enjoy this.

There was audible cracks as fragments of his cheek and jawbones shattered when the gauntleted fist came into contact with his face. The Miqo’te let out a yelp of pain, the only thing he was able to do as he tried to force his body to scurry further away.

Knowing the woman was right, that nobody would bat an eye at his death here, he attempted to climb to his feet, a partially successful feat as his body fought against every move. He then grabbed at his weapon that lay nearby and ignoring the half-elezen woman entirely, tried to make a dart for the still motionless woman. At least if he got to her, all of this would’ve been worth it. No matter the outcome…

"How stupid can you be? You could at least try to stab the one killing you..."

Vel grabbed his arm as he tried to pass by - the one with the knife in hand - and simply snapped it in two as if it were nothing but a twig,  bending it all the way backwards at the elbow with a sickening crack.

She tossed him by the now broken arm back into the spot he had tried to dart from. "Really, you're making this harder on yourself. All you're doing is making me want to hurt you even more.”

She stomped down hard on his foot, with a crunch under her heavy plated boot as the wood splintered beneath them.

There was a scream of pain that came from the Miqo’te as his arm was snapped in two, the bone fragmenting into separate pieces. As he landed back where he’d previously been, his other arm came up to cradle the now broken one as she continued to talk, before there was a sharp pain that ran up his leg, radiating from his foot as heavy plate shattered another part of bone, bringing another yelp from K’wata.

The miqo’te began to shake heavily as he gazed up at the woman with eyes full of fear, that seemed almost pleading as he frantically shook his head. “Please…” he managed to mutter out, despite how much it hurt him.

"Are you going to sit still, or do I need to break your other arm, too? Tell me why I shouldn't kill you right here, right now."

She picked him up by his collar, lifting him up completely off the ground, dangling him in the air. 

"Maybe if you give me a good answer, I'll make it quick.."

As he was picked up, he began to struggle frantically against her hold, hoping to find a way to get the woman to let him go, “I… I don’t have one…” he muttered out.

As the woman continued to hold him there, he glanced over at Jade, noticing small movements and sounds from her injured form that indicated she was starting to wake up. 

“Do you really want her to see this?”

"Do I want her to see this? Do I? Yes. I want her to see how pathetic you are. How worthless you truly are. How weak you are. You are nothing. A bug. No, even less than that. Calling you a bug would be an insult to bugs. Yes, I want her to see this. Why do you think I haven't killed you yet? I could have done it the moment you were within range..."

[monsteramongcashton]

Aria: Fiore Vivace [Cashton]

A/N I can’t seem to be able to post the full fic to ao3 and I have like 2 active followers on wattpad, so...

tw/cw: daddy kink, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, top Ashton

word count: 1494

Ashton tilts his head to the side when he hears a noise. He knows that it’s his boyfriend of long time when he feels a familiar warmth atop his head.

“Hi, princess,” he grins, setting the piece down and pecks Calum on his lips. “I was writing a piece for Luke.”

“And I was in the mood to suck your dick,” Calum counters.

“You gotta come up with a choreo,” Ashton reminds the half-Kiwi.

“Yeah, after you’re done writing the piece,” Calum rolls his eyes fondly. He effortlessly throws the not-even-started paper away from Ashton’s working desk. “We can… try to motivate you, daddy.”

Ashton gulps.

The thing is, as long as Ashton can remember, he’s been triple D—demiromantic, demisexual, demigender—and sex has been… not easy for him. He just has yet to find the one.

“Babe—”

“I know, daddy,” Calum presses his lips to Ashton’s. “Don’t wanna rush it either.”

“We’ve been together longer than Luke and Michael have been public,” Ashton reminds his boyfriend. “You have a high sex drive, Cally, I don’t want you to be suffering.”

Ashton doesn’t fight it when Calum shuffles down until his beauteous face is level with his straining cock, both parties grunting low. Wordlessly and effortlessly, Calum undoes the strings of Ashton’s yoga pants and starts tasting the precum pooling at the slit.

“Fuck, princess…” Ashton grouses, unable to say anything else. Calum moans around his mouthful, waiting for Ashton’s further instructions; he’s given none.

 Ashton grips onto Calum’s growing curls and starts snapping his hips upward, pleased by the choking noises his boyfriend produces. He slips out just before he reaches his high and rams Calum’s back against the nearest flat surface—a wall.

“Ooh,” Calum giggles, grunting low in pain when Ashton spanks his glorious ass. “Ngh, daddy, I can’t wait…”

“Shh…” Ashton purrs, grabbing the lube and lubricating his fingers before he slips them inside Calum’s hole. “I won’t disappoint you, my princess…”

“I—fuck,” Calum almost slides down the wall once Ashton’s fingers are lodges deep inside his tightness, locating the prostate so expertly. Ashton spreads his fingers, curls them, and jams them into his boyfriend’s sweet spot until Calum comes with a shout of ‘daddy!’

“Fuck…” Calum mewls, still shaking from the aftershocks. “Daddy…”

“I’m not done yet,” Ashton promises, sheathing himself with a condom and drizzling more lube on himself. “Fuck, you turn me on way too much for me to ignore you.”

“Mm, that’s the whole point…” Calum replies snidely.

Ashton grunts low once he’s sheathed by Calum’s tightness, enjoying the feeling. If this is what he can feel—whole and fiercely protective of his princess—every time they make love, he wants to do this as oft as possible. He tightens his grip on Calum’s hips and starts swaying his hips forth and back, a loud, broken, beautiful, blissful moan spilling from Calum’s plump, kiss-bitten lips. That only spurs him on, creating a rhythm only they get to hear until the only thing Ashton can hear is the presto of their skins gliding against one another. This is the music he’s been needing, he realises as Calum mewls, a signal that his boyfriend is close, and he reattaches their fervent lips back together, kissing in a frenzied heat until they’re both spent.

“Mi amore,” Calum pants, apparently not able to hold himself up, since Ashton has to carry his boyfriend to their bathroom. “You killed me.”

“In the best ways possible,” Ashton giggles, pressing a fond kiss to his princess’ lips.

                                                       🌑🌓🌕                

Calum dozes off in the tub, and Ashton just watches his boyfriend as he plays with Calum’s dampened hair, his other hand entwined with Calum’s where their promise rings wrapped themselves around. When Ashton first got famous for composing Michael’s last piece, La Dernière Danse avec la Lune, and was paired with Calum for the choreography, he fell in love with how Calum was the Moon he’s been searching for his entire life. They easily fell from monthly meetings for work purposes, to weekly how have you been, to daily I can’t stay away from you sleepovers. Their first kiss was in the ice rink where Calum tried to get Ashton to skate and Ashton only got a permanent bruise to prove he can’t skate to save his life. Their first time proper pashing was in the backseat of Ashton’s gay purple 2009 Volkswagen Bug and they rutted hastily until they both came.

Ashton wants more, and it only seems like there’s only one way to achieve that.

                                                        🌑🌓🌕                

“We’re going to the Waffle House in New York City, why?”

Ashton spanks his boyfriend’s ass lightly.

“Ow!” Calum’s exaggerated response suggest his hand is tad bit stronger than he anticipated. “What was that for, asshat?”

“Well, you ask stupid questions,” Ashton rolls his eyes fondly as they board the private jet Michael lent them because he was in a good mood.

“Mm, I always wanted to check ‘mile high club’ off my to-do list,” Calum giggles adorably, his dimples deeper than any-fucking-oceans in the universe.

“You gotta behave for that to happen, sweetcheeks,” Ashton lets out a short heh sound at his snide refute.

He gets smacked in the biceps as a retaliation.

“I called you sweetcheeks before, baby boy,” Ashton faux-huffs.

“You can suck my ass,” Calum faux-glares, then dissolves into I-can’t-get-mad-at-you giggles.

 Five hours later…

“I’m mad at you,” Calum groans when it takes forever and a day for them to claim their baggage.

“Not my fault this is one of the busiest cities in the world,” Ashton presses a I’ll eat you out later kiss to Calum’s temple, which his boyfriend accepts.

They check into the Sweethearts suite and Ashton curses at the fact that he forgot to request the staff not to decorate the room like they’re—

“Um, we aren’t married, yet, but this is still… cute, I guess?”

Ashton wants to kick himself in the balls to the point of being sterile. The entire room floor is covered with red and pink rose petals, and there are at least a dozen red helium balloons. To make the matters worse, there’s a fuck-tonne of candles forming a large-ass heart.

“We should tip the décor person a lot,” Ashton says dumbly, simply due to the fact that he has an overwhelming desire to choke someone in a non-sexual way.

“Ditto,” Calum giggles, hearing the strain in Ashton’s words.

                                                     🌑🌓🌕

Giggling, Ashton lets his boyfriend lead him to the Manhattan Waffle House.

“Ah, the memories,” Ashton giggles more as they get into the line. “Remember the first time we came here on a date?”

“Oh yes, it was right after you finished writing La Dernière Danse de la Lune,” Calum giggles some more. “You insisted that you drink water, but I asked the barista to give me an extra straw and ended up sharing the half-vanilla, half-chocolate milkshake.”

“And then I spilt at least a good half of it on your jeans,” Ashton grimaces.

“That’s how I knew you were a keeper—you’re clumsier than I am!” Calum bursts into laughter as Ashton orders what they did years ago.

 “Tell me more about yourself, Mr. Irwin,” Calum giggles, and Ashton decides to play along.

“Well, I’m from West Vancouver, real close to all the ports you see in the guide books,” Ashton stirs their drink. “I was maybe thirteen when I first composed a piece. I played it for my audition to The Next Star. They wanted me to sing, and I did. I was a horrid dancer, you know this,” he winks at his boyfriend. “I finished as a runner-up for first place. Michael, that bastard, was in the audience for the last show. He didn’t know I already promised Luke to write for him, but I decided double employment ain’t that bad.”

“Mm, when did you meet your partner-in-crime, Mr. Irwin?” Calum giggles.

“It was fated,” Ashton takes Calum’s right hand—where their promise ring lays—and kisses the ring before continuing. “Like it is fate today.

“Calum Thomas Hood, I knew Fate brought us together, and I was enchanted to meet you… you made me so damn happy for last four years, but will you, the love of my life, my fuckin’ soulmate, marry me?” He slides down to one knee, looking up at his boyfriend—hopefully his fiancé—as he opens the red velvet box and reveals a ring that has a cluster of diamonds surrounding a single 15-carat sapphire-cut garnet.

Ashton can’t tell if it’s his tears or Calum’s when Calum kneels and claims his lips, the kiss tasting strongly of their eternal vow of forever.

“Of-fucking-course, I’ll marry you, fiancé-mine,” Calum giggles, watching Ashton’s shaky fingers slide the engagement ring onto his right ring finger right atop the promise one, two of them matching perfectly.

Maybe it’s the word ‘always’ that’s engraved on his and ‘forever’ on Calum’s that makes their promise rings ebullient.

[gatorslaters]

Rules

Interaction

Mutuals only unless otherwise specified on a post. 18+ writers only, please. I don’t feel comfortable RPing with minors. I require basic rp etiquette from my writing partners. No godmodding, powerplays, etc. I will not interact with those who vaguepost or have burn books.

I expect my mutuals to be LGBTQIA+ friendly and respect my identity. The MK System and I both have Jewish backgrounds, so I will also not allow any antisemitic BS. They, obviously, also have DID, so please be respectful. I do not have DID but I am committed to learning and portraying them as respectfullyas possible. Do not call them "personalities" or insinuate some of them aren't real or that they're insane unless you're in character trying to piss them off and be the bad guy.

Please note sometimes threads may get dropped. This isn’t always intentional. Sometimes Tumblr swallows a reply, or my ADHD gets in the way. If after a week, I have not replied to a thread, feel free to message me and remind me about it. I may have simply been busy. However, sometimes my adhd or the muse no longer cares for a thread and will refuse to engage with it. That doesn’t mean I want to stop writing with you though! Feel free to send a new starter! Any answered asks are free game to be turned into threads if you are interested in continuing them (I'd probably actually be super stoked if you do!).

AU’s and crossovers are welcome if I’m familiar with the fandom. Depending on the premise, I may be willing to become familiar with it. Feel free to ask. OCs are welcome to interact if they are well-written and not just here to ship. Multi-muse blogs are welcome to interact.

Shipping

I do love to ship but chemistry is important to me. If we’re mutuals, you can send a shippy starter and we can see if it vibes, but I give no promises of any shipping. Flirting does not equal shipping and I welcome it, though I can't promise the sentiment will always be returned. If you attempt to force a ship, the thread will be dropped and we may not start another one.

Writing Style

I do paragraph style writing and that is how I prefer my mutuals reply. My replies may vary in length. Do not feel you need to match the length. Usually I cut my posts, use icons, and use italics and bold for fun emphasis, but circumstances may cause one of more of those things to not be available to me, such as being on mobile. In such scenarios, I will use regular text and use the tag edit later so I can edit the posts when the features are available to me again.

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Let me know if you need anything tagged for trigger warnings. While my other tags have fun icons, this one will not for easier blocking. An example of such a tag would be tw // body horror, cw // nsfw, etc. I will do my best to remember to tag things you’ve asked for. I will often tag content and trigger warnings in a post if I feel they’re needed even if no one has asked, but please be patient with me if I miss one.

For me, I cannot do bugs under people’s skin. Do not put those in our interactions and please tag them. Bugs in general are fine, but things, especially bugs being under the skin is a hard no. You can tag this as trypophobia.

About

The Writer

Hello! I’m Pastry! she/her and he/him pronouns. I am a Lokean (for the Norse Loki, not the MCU one) and practicing Heathen. I have ADHD and a full-time job to focus on, so I’ll usually be on after 7pm EST so as not to get distracted if I do replies on weekdays. I am an anxious bean so I get a little nervous about people messaging me but I hope we can still have fun writing together! I also have a Loki RP blog @godoutcast

[ttngummyshark]

Welcome! This is my horror blog. Some things you should know:

I will try not to reblog many outside posts here.

I am sex-averse and as such do not typically use sexual themes in my writing.

Most of my horror stories do not feature death- I derive the horror from other sources. In the same vein, I tend not to like blood and gore- But I make some exceptions for blood, as it can be an impactful symbol in a story. There will be warnings on stories and art that contain it.

I do mostly positive endings, and more rarely, ambiguous ones. I try not to write definitively bad or hopeless endings, but I may on very rare occasion.

I write slowly and sporadically. I would like to write more! I'll be as active as I can. My brain is broken, however, so don't hold your breath waiting for anything new.

My calendar of the year is weird in terms of what I want to see and what I want to write- My year is broken up into different "moods". Many of these moods overlap. I'll explain in detail later.

I will block people who I feel are being rude or disrespectful towards me or other visitors to my page.

This blog is an unambiguously queer-friendly space!

No TERFs, no bigots, no LGBT-phobes of any kind welcome here.

Common tags and their meanings:

Werewoof what's a werewoof: This tag is for stories and art of werewolves. It's a reference to a line from one of the rugrats Halloween specials, if you were wondering.

Ocean yearning: This is my season of the year where I begin to wish I was in the sea or at the beach constantly. It tends to start in early winter and last through summer until autumn finally comes. Pieces about the sea and its creatures will use this tag.

Warm season horrors: This tag will be used on pieces that have a specific vibe/season I'm in the process of constructing for myself. Spring and summer (the warm season) have their own unique horrors that are separate from the horrors of autumn and winter. I have a good guide post about it on my main that I'll reblog here.

Spooky season: My favorite time of year! This tag will obviously be for spooky, Halloweeny pieces and used during that time of year.

Winter horrors: After Halloween is over, I'm a fiend for the winter holidays. Pieces under this tag may or may not be related to them. Any holiday-related post will be properly tagged as such.

Non-seasonal horrors: A tag for horror that doesn't really correspond to a specific season.

Body horror: Straightforward, this tag will feature body horror. The body horror I write may be different, and much less gory, than that of other writers. Read with caution.

Creature horror: Horror that has to do with creatures and beasts.

Creepypasta-esque: I was right in the middle of the creepypasta trend when it was big. I was a young teen and still learning how to write proper scares. I've been very mean to my younger self for many years, and I want to make it up to her by writing new stories that she would love.

When I tag for triggering content, I will use both a CW tag and a TW tag (ex: bugs cw, bugs tw). Let me know if I miss any.

That does it for now! This pinned post will be updated periodically as needed. Please don't hesitate to ask any questions, and let me know if I need to add more tags.

[poorwhayfairingstranger]

This is their equivalent of dragon riding

Fluffy rearing